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Caught In The Fire Masterlist [Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.

Chapter 1:  Funeral of a mob boss is not the best place to reconnect.

Chapter 2 :  Late night car rides can be special.

Chapter 3: Holding grudges can end badly.

Chapter 4 : Living in denial is easy.

Chapter 5: Family is always complicated.

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scar 0.1

pirate!bucky barnes x reader

You head straight, gaze forward on the black, dark night; sailing away from you. The remains of your ship sunk into the deep depths of the black ocean swallowed whole like a starved man with his first meal.

The dark-haired pirate captain growled and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, lips pressed against the cold shell of your ear.

“Or maybe I’ll just start with your crew. Make you watch as one by one, they walk the plank each time you don't give me what I want. What do you think hmm?”

“You’ll have to kill me and my crew before I ever tell you anything.”

The pirate smiled, “I wonder if your crew feel the same way,”

He turned you around, his fist still holding tight to your hair. You faced your crew- kneeling on the damp deck, hands tied behind their backs and mouths full of dirty, greasy rags the other crew probably used to wash the floors with. “Which one of you boys would mind if i blow the pretty girls brains? hmm?” the pirate sneered, showing you off to your crew as they all looked at you with pleading eyes. You were all trapped, his crew outnumbered yours, and with no weapons, no tricks, no upper hand you were screwed. You hope had died the minute you saw the black sails; legends reeked the ocean of their death and dread. Captain Bucky Barnes. The Reaper himself has come to collect his awaiting souls.

Whilst faced with the burning question, your crew all hopelessly looked at each other, not a murmur was to be heard. Not that you minded, you knew they had no say. However, you were shocked to see your right-hand man, Thomas struggle to stand up, his leg bleeding and his face half swollen. He stood tall, back straight and his head held high, and even with a gag in his mouth he still managed to shout ‘aye’. 

Tear brimmed your eyes as you shared eye contact, he was your brother of the sea, your counterpart and much-loved friend. Barnes turned his head towards you again, replacing his lips by your ear as you broke eye contact with Tom, shutting them and trying your best to turn away from the pirate holding you. The sensation of the pirates smirking lips against your skin made you heave, you could feel every breath, every movement and every thought, as you knew what he would do next. 

A single shot was heard, then seconds later, a loud thump. You opened your eyes, trying your best to look unaffected to the pirate as possible, but he had already seen your trembling lip and fluttering eyes.

“Goodbye boyfriend, aye?” He chuckled, pulling you even more tightly to his chest, running his silver gun up and down your bare arm; you could feel the hot sensation of the previous fire it had taken.

You whimpered, looking down. You couldn't bear the shame that you felt. With all your anger and all your might, you sent the biggest blow you could muster into the captain's stomach, turning and aiming your knee into his lower regions. Whilst the captain was curled over in pain, you took the opportunity to take the ready to fire gun from his hands and aimed it at him. One bullet, straight to the head. that's all it would take.

You listened closely to the click of the safety, taking your aim and putting your finger on the trigger. One shot and you had won, you would take this ship, have his crew, the legacy of the great sea captain who took down the infamous Bucky Barnes. 

But before you could imagine all the glory and treasure, a cold steal was pressed to your throat, pinching your skin and drawing blood to the surface. A tear left your eye. You could still do it; you would die but you would win.

Alas, Bucky tore the gun from your now shaking hands before you could blink. He took the knife that was wielded by the man behind you, and pointed it straight to your heart, pressing in. His piercing blue eyes look straight into yours, as he spoke- “kill them. kill them all,”

He roughly grabbed your arm, the knife now pressing into your back as he leads you off the deck and down into the quarters. You couldn't hear the screams of your crew, just gunshots and silence.

You reached a dark red door, with intricate carvings on, covered in old grime and dirt when it opened, it revealed the captain's chamber; decorated with the same dark red and black, messy but not quite dirty, smelling of ocean spray and sandalwood. It was nice. For a murderer.

“Now, little girl, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me where captain Rogers is,” Bucky said, locking the door behind him, making his way over to the liquor cabinet where he dropped his knife and replaced it with a glass.

“I-I can't,” You said, already scanning the room for a weapon, a way out, anything. You could use the liquor bottles - but oh what a waste that would be, you couldn't jump out the tiny oval window, the knife was free, but that meant getting closer to the pirate. 

He took a sip of the dark golden liquid and hummed, a smile falling on his lips as he tutted and shook his head, “ and why can't you,” he asked.

“I saw him more than two months ago, he could be anywhere by now. If you would've just listened to me before murdering my crew,” You argued, trying not to raise your voice and show any weakness in front of him. One thing you weren't willing to admit was that you were vulnerable. 

“Then I'm sure it won't harm you to tell me, as you say I could not find him,” he trailed, moving away from the cabinet, and the knife, and walking over to the large king-sized bed. You made note of the now free knife, and also of the dark silk bedsheets that you could almost feel against your bare skin. You slowly began to pace, back and forth between the door and the knife, Bucky watched you with careful eyes.

“And why would I help you? You've just sunk my ship, killed my crew, threatened my life and not even offered me a drink,” you said, your mind moving a hundred mile an hour as your eyes scanned the liquor cabinet, and then the glistening metal of the knife. Bucky sighed and waved his hand in the air, turning around.

“By all means help yourself to a drink,”

You smiled and turned around, grabbing a glass and a bottle, filling it to the brim and just as quickly pouring the contents down your throat. You filled the glass up again and left it on the top, next to the knife. Your hand rested upon its leather handle, the feel of its grip in your palms felt like freedom. It passed with a fleeting moment as you heard the click of Bucky’s gun.

“I've heard about you know. A women captain. Must have been hard to get all that respect and attention, i know what you've done to earn your title, your reputation. I know that men think you are an enchantress, a sea witch, a mermaid. But standing right here in front of me and not even being able to sneak a knife, i must say, I'm a little disappointed.” Bucky spoke, moving closer with every word until he was right behind you. He spun you around to look at him, leaving the knife on the table behind you and keeping the gun pointed forward into your stomach. You face was red with fury and your breathing was hard and heavy, your hands were shaking with the ungodly urge to strangle the man in front of you and claim back your title as a worthy women captain.

“Now, i also know that you and Rogers have, let's say, intimate relations. So i don't believe that he would go more than two months without coming back for a fuck,” He said, he was rough and domineering; his words made you blush and a frown formed your face as you looked downwards. What you had said was true, you hadn't seen Steve Rogers for two months; you were tired of him using you and degrading you because you were a women captain, but you still missed the companionship of it all.

Bucky noticed your frown and moved the tip of his gun to your chin, pointing it up so you looked directly at him; he studied your eyes for a moment, watching you watch him as if he was reading you. He sighed and moved back, dropping the gun to his side and returning it into his pocket.

“Well, you tell me where he last was and ill let you stay on this boat,” he spoke, after a few minutes of silence.

“And you think that's a good deal?” 

“Its either that or I kill you, little girl.”

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high stakes 0.1

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Your small black heels clicked against the wooden pleated floor, echoing in the empty, white hallways, pictures of you and the family spread across the wall every so often, in between pieces of expensive art pieces and photography canvases. The white dress you were wearing blended in with the white, light hallway, your skin shining and glowing against the composition, complimenting your bright eyes and hair. The familiar dark red oak door came into your view as you huffed, tucking in your hair away from your face, the faint beating of your heart skipping every so often you had no reason to be nervous, but the sudden urgent texts and calls from your father had always worried you, especially with the fact that his security had almost tripled since the last time you visited. 

Three light knocks landed on the door, your palms slightly clammy and shaking as the reached for the handle, twisting gently, emphasising the faint squeak it gave off, and the moaning of the great oak double doors. The first thing you noticed was your father, dark suit, dark facial features and his slumped body language, his age and tiredness practically flooding the room's atmosphere, and you almost cried at the sight of him. The second thing you noticed, was the man in front of you, how hadn't turned toward you, so all you could see was his dark brown curls, his tall stature and position in the office chair, if you hadn't known any better, you would assume your father was in a meeting but you had been cleared to come inside.

“Hi Daddy,” You said, walking around the large dark desk, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your fathers cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin gentle whilst giving him a loving smile as he looked up at you, and all you saw was a broken puppy, lost and tired, which broke your heart.

“Hello sweet pea, please sit down,” You father replied, motioning to the second office chair placed next to the stranger. Now you had a good look at him, and it took your breath away, his dark eyes where solely focuses on you, building your nerves as they looked you up and down. You walked over, sitting down next to him, trying not to keep close o the intoxicating smell that leaked off the man's body.

“What's going on dad?” You asked, you fingers fidgeting as you bounced your foot up and down, tapping against the floor rhythmically.

“Sweet pea, this is Tom, your new appointed bodyguard,” Your father said, nearly choking on his words as he watched your face fall, confusion, shock and little anger fell over you as you stayed speechless.

“Since I have merged with another business we had to make a lot of changes, I have received multiple threats, which doesn't bother me, but now they are using you as a target as well, so I need to keep you safe,” You dad started, and every so often, your eyes would travel form your father to the man next to you, who had been looking at you since you sat down, making you feel slightly nauseous. "So, Tom will be staying with you until we can eliminate the threat,"

You sat for a while, both your father and Tom looking at you, waiting for your reaction as you stayed motionless. You blinked multiple times over, trying to calm your swirling mind, making you dizzy, shaking your head slightly as you looked at your father.

"He's staying with me?" Dad, have you really thought this through? It cant be that serious, I can look after myself," You said, turning sour as you hear Tom scoff beside you, causing you to look him up and down with a dirty look on your face; you must admit, he was beyond attractive, but a bodyguard. Really?

"Yes, until I can be sure you are safe on your own, you need to be nice to Tom, and do anything and everything he tells you too, I'm sorry sweet pea," You father said, and your bitterness built up; you didnt want a stranger living with you, just when you had gotten to the routine of being by yourself, walking around in basically nothing whilst eating a shit ton of pot noodle, now you had to wear clothes and cook meals for you both.

"Don't even fucking bother," You sighed, standing up and leaving. You flooded with guilt as you remembered your fathers face, but you stood your ground, walking down the same hallways and making your way back to your car, saying hello to the familiar security and maids that roamed through.

Before you could even pull open the car door, it slammed shut in front of you, Toms body coming into view before you as you rolled your eyes to the heavens.

"Seriously? I can't even drive?" You scoffed, shoving the car keys harshly into his chest as you rounded the car and made your way to the passenger's seat.

"Why are you so against this?" Tom said, staring the car and pulling ou the gravel driveway.

"Normally the security doesn't talk to the client, just saying," You remarked, thinking about all the films and book you had studied, where the security guards took place in the background, but then in your previous experiences, you were always close and friendly with the staff your father hired.

"What about Princess Diaries? Don't they fall in love" Tom said, laughing to himself as you ignored him. You were surprised, he didnt seems like the kind of guy that would watch cheesy chick flics, but here you were. The short car journey was filled with silence, it was uncomfortable, biting away at your skin as you watched the familiar scenery pass you by. You had always stayed close to your father, mainly because of his guilt-tripping about abandoning him, but this way the only way you could be your own person and grow up, which your father also resented.

a mix of anger and anxiety coursed through your veins as you got out of the parked car and into your house, disregarding any emotional or physical response Tom had to your brisk actions. It was unnecessary for him to be here, to live here, you had always received a threat and you didnt understand why this was any different. But you sighed again at the recurring image of your ill father.

Once you opened the door, you threw the keys into the bowl beside the entrance, the jingle and crashing making you wince at the scurring silence. You could feel Toms presence behind you, hear his breath in and heavily breath outwards again, and you could hear your heartbeat racing faster than electric; you knew that no matter how hard you could try you wouldn't be able to ignore him, or his insanely good looks.

You gave him a brief tour of the apartment; showing him the kitchen and bar, the living room and how to work the controls of the room and of course his bedroom and en-suite, and you wished he would settle in and keep to himself for the most part; but you knew it was wishful thinking.

“Wheres your room then, sweetheart?” He said, his gorgeous frame leaning against the door frame, arms folded and a sly smirk on his face, looking you up and down as you rolled your eyes. You wanted to bite back and tell him to shove it, but you decided it wasn't fair; this was his job after all, and it was only to protect you.

“Down the hall the left, and don't you dare even think about coming in uninvited or without knocking or ill have you fired before you can even blink,” you said, a flirtatious hint somehow ending up in your meant to be threatening sentence, you huffed again and left, feeling his deep brown eyes stare at you as you walk away, locking yourself in your bedroom and falling dramatically on the soft, white silk sheets. 

It felt odd to you, having someone in the house that you can't really treat as a welcomed guest, but not a staff member either; Tom was now a permanent residence in your home, and that would take some getting used too; you now had to be careful around your own home, not wear, do, say anything to risque or harsh, not sing in the shower to your hearts content, go to the toilet with the door open, lay in your underwear on the balcony recliner, all the small things you now couldn't do with Toms company. You decided that this may be a good thing though; there was no doubt in your mind that Tom was attractive, unbearably so, but this meant that you had no control of your action, you will either act like a nervous prick who can't stand up for herself or become a mean, walls up, closed off person with anger issues; really there was no telling what could happen.

But for now, you grabbed your favourite book and changed into your pyjama shorts and a crop top, even though it was around 3pm, and sat on the balcony recliner, to induld]ge oni some much-needed vitamin d.

Tom found it amusing, the way your eyebrows and nose would furrow and scrunch up to read the words on the cream white page, and how he could tell how interesting the book was by the way your facial expressions contorted with each paragraph or so.

He found himself watching you intently, his eyes being drawn to you and your figure; he was stunned that he was going to get paid this huge sum of money every month to look after some rich mans daughter; although he felt guilty that he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to fuck her senseless ever since he saw her.

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mobster!bodyguard!tom holland x reader

A dead pet hanging in the hallway sends a clear message. 1. we know where you live. 2. we can get to you or your loved ones anytime we like 3. we have no qualms about killing anything you love 4. we can make it look like a suicide 5. if you think your security was going to protect you think again.

The poor cat had been stung up, left for dead as the blood rushed to the glorified cut on its neck, covering its tabby coat silk red, and leaving a red wine stain on the cream carpet. You were speechless as you saw the gentle cat sway, lifeless, eyes wide open and staring straight at you. You knew what this means, and you had to react fast, but you couldn't; you just stood there, hands and knees shaking, lips wobbling and occasionally small sobs breaking through them.

Your strangled cries caught Toms attention from down the hall, rushing to your side within seconds. And when he saw the cats body he grabbed you, cradling your head to his chest as you finally let it out, tears soaking your face and Toms' chest, your heavy breathing and sobs echoing the hallway and Toms attempt at calming you failing miserably.

“Baby, baby, we need to go, now,” Tom said, one hand holding the small of your back and the other soothing your hair, letting his hot breath fan in your ear. 

“I'll go call Harrison ok? You pack the things, aright princess? Necessities only, we need to leave asap,” Tom spoke again, not giving you any time to respond before he pushed you down the hall towards your shared bedroom, as he was left to dispose of the cruelty killed pet cat.

You just sat on your bed for a while, wishing that if you stayed still long enough that the pain would go away. Before you could handle the grudge, you packed a large sports bag, and another small suitcase, mainly packing things like underwear, toiletries, books and electronics; things that you would need on the road and in hotel rooms and safe houses. Even though your body remained active, your mind was still and quiet, not fully comprehending the message you had just received, and without your knowing, tears sprung to your eyes at the thought of your cat, moving again, laying low, and sending more time with Tom; who you couldn't help but adore painstakingly so.

Tom burst into the room, grabbing your hand and the sports bag, whilst you let him drag you across the house, your footsteps much smaller and quieter in comparison to his. The image of red stained blood stayed in your memory like a virus, and you clawed at Toms' forearm, still quietly sniffing and crying.

“Tom,” You whispered, your vice shaking and cracking as you let a small sob break loose. Tom wanted to stop, to turn and console you and hold you until all the pain had gone away, but you both needed to get out, and he needed to make a strategic plan on how to lose the following interests party. 

“Tom,” You repeated, still not getting a response as you cried louder, your voice pleading him to listen to you whilst you stood with your heart-shattering, “Tom, I need to stop,”

“We cant Y/N, we need to hurry up,” Tom grunted, he needed to act harsh, show no emotion. Because if they were watching, he couldn't let them see what effect you had on him, how soft and emotional you made him, breaking down his walls and his reputation, no, he needed to stay level headed. 

You ignored him with a sigh, letting him once more drag you away and into the car; you figured at least then you could nap whilst Tom drove. You had no idea where you were going, and you didnt think Tom knew either, it was already late, dark and cold, and you were only equipped in your pyjamas and slippers, which was perfect to curl up on the passenger seat, listening to the hum of the tyres against the small country roads.

You woke up to Toms' arms wrapping around you, lifting you out of the car in your still sleeping state, you hummed against his skin and placed your hands against his warm chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

"I've gotta put you down sweetheart," Tom whispered gently, allowing you to open your eyes and meet his gaze. You slightly nodded and allowed him to place you on the floor, your slippers quickly reacting to the cold bitterness of the gravel, goosebumps arising on your skin and your knees shaking. You watched with intent eyes as tom moved towards another car, which was smaller than the black land rover you had just travelled in.

"Tom what are you doing?!" You whisper yelled at him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as you watched his skilled fingers work the pin against the car lock.

"We need to hitch a new ride unless you want them to find us again," Tom said, not looking at you as you huffed and made your way back to the car. You grabbed the bags and items out of the land rover, and hauled them over to Tom, and stood beside him, your hands travelling around his body to his chest, feeling his hard muscles contort against your touch, his breath twitching in his throat as your hands travelled further down and down, not stopping until you reached the waistband of his jeans. You smiled to yourself, resting your head against his back, then placing your hands inside his front pockets and grabbing his lighter, and walking away. Whilst Tom was busy composing himself and working against the car, you grabbed the fuel jugs from the boot of the range rover, and sprayed the contains over the interior of the car.

"Woah Woah Woah, stop stop stop," Tom said, running to you, lighter in your hand, ready to ignite the car. 

"If you light up that car it will burst into flames and cause a scene, it's better to run it into a ditch or abandon it," You huffed, shoving his lighter back into his chest with a slight shove. He always spoils your fun. 

"Fie but can i burn the number plates at least?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking up at him with an innocent look on your face.

"I guess so princess," Tom sighed in content, placing his hands against your waist lightly as you both stood against each other. 

"right," You coughed, moving back, letting his warm hands fall from your body, leaving a feeling of discontent to fall around your whole self. You walked off to unscrew the number plates whilst Tom took the kes and pushed the car into the side of the dipped country road.

Once the both of you had got into the new, smaller, car, silence befell the both of you, both of you pinning for each other to connect and touch each other and get lost in each other for eternity, but the silence bit at you skin and left you with an unsettling feeling around your body.

"Where are we going?" you said, in an awkward attempt to banish the awkward silence.

"Harrison has set us up a safe house in North Wales, we've got at least a three hour drive ahead of us princess," Tom spoke, his hand dropping to your knee, his thumb stroking the skin as you gently smiled, his skin always felt so warm and loving against yours, giving you shocks and waves of emotions. 

"I hope it has underfloor heating, Wales is cold," You sighed, earning a small chuckle from Tom.

"Tom," You said again, your voice quieter than before, unsure and nervous.

"Yes sweetheart," Tom said, sparing you a glance before returning his eyes to the road. his hand was still against your knee, and you placed your hand on top, entwining the fingers as you scanned the size difference and his veins and scars that struck against his skin.

"I um, thank you... for always looking after me," You said, unsure of your words. Your mind was screaming at you to tell him you loved him, but you choked at the thought.

"It is my job, and I'm very good at it," Tom replied, his voice changing the tone, more harsh and hard than before as if he was hiding something from you. You let go of his hand and watched as it returned to the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as the speed of the car increased slightly.

"Is that the only reason?" You said, looking out the passenger window, watching the silhouettes of the dark clouds and starts wash past the window. In truth you where scared of the answer, neither of you ever addressed your feelings for each other, deeming it as unprofessional and inappropriate, but the constant longing for Tom was slowly defeating you, and having to run away with him and stay with him made you realise how much you craved a relationship, companionship and friendship.

"Of course, anything other than that would be strictly unprofessional," Tom replied, his tone still as bland as before, almost making tears rick at your eyes.

"You don't have to be professional, it's just us," You spoke, ringing your knees against your chest as you sighed, defeated by your own feelings.

Meanwhile Tom was internally screaming, he wanted to cry int your arms and tell you he loved you ten times over, and maybe more, that you scared him all the time due to how much he thought of you, he was surely infatuated with you, never thought about anything else but your happiness; but you where his client. He wasn't allowed to love you.

"Stop the car," You said, louder this time, grabbing his attention as he slowed down, finally coming to a stop as he pulled the handbrake and turned off the engine. Complete silence fell between the two of you as you intently stared at each other, heat, anger and passion all falling into one as you both internally screamed for each other. 

You were the first to make a move, cupping his checks into your hands and pulling him for a heated kill melting into him as both of you worked against each other slowly. You re-adjusted yourself in your seat, standing on your knees and swinging yourself round to straddle his lap, still holding onto Toms face as his hands ran up and down your sides, his thumb caressing the underside of your breast as your tounges explored each other heatedly. You pulled away, moving your hands around his neck, your chest moving against his as you caught your breath.

"I love you," Tom breathed, blowing his air against your face as a wide grin grew on your face, your eyes sparkling and your hands gripping onto his scalp tightly, pulling him into another deep kiss. You started moving against him, his hands leading you're to grind against him, moaning and gasping against each other as the sweat, delicate friction overtook your senses.

"Always, Tommy, always yours," You replied as his mouth trailed down to your neck, leaving harsh, colourful bruises in their wake as he claimed you.

"Hmm, mine," He grunted, jutting his hips up against yours as you moaned out at the sudden impact, grasping at his shirt, in desperate need of his touch. "I've got you, princess," Tom whispered in your ear, pushing you back against the wheel, letting him take off your shirt as you just as eagerly took his off, both pawing at each other's unexplored skin. Toms' lips fell to your skin just above your best, as his fingers danced around your waistband as yours were holding onto his shoulders, moaning loudly from the pleasure his lips gave against your skin.

Your hopes and dreams where cut short as Toms mobile ringed loudly, causing a shiver to send downs your spine. At first, Tom ignored it, but the ringing grew constant in your mind, and you caved in, answering the phone.

"Harrison," You said, watching as Tom continued his movements, dipping his hands into your underwear as you slightly jumped at the touch.

"Mhum, no he's driving at the moment," You replied to Harrison's nonsense, not fully paying attention to the man down the phone, as Toms' fingers were circling your clit gently, driving you mad, biting your lip and grinding against his ministrations.

"You know you guys have an hour 47 minutes to make it to the safe house right?" Harrison said, a slight mock in his tone as he played with you, almost as if he knew what was happening. 

"Uhuh, I'll tell Tom to step on it," With the words spoke, Tom dove two fingers into your entrance, making you gasp loudly down the phone, eliciting a number of questions and retorts from Harrison.

"Ok byeee," You sang, quickly hanging up and throwing the phone into the back as you smashed your lips against Toms, who looked as cocky as ever. You continued to ride his fingers, leading your way to your high as Tom watched in awe at you face contorting in pleasure. Toms' fingers worked quick magic against you, as his thumb began to draw circles around your sensitive bud, making you cry in joy as you released your pleasure over his fingers. You would almost be embarrassed, but the wide smile and adoration in Toms' eyes made your heart flutter as you gently kissed him again, moving back onto the passenger seat. 

"We have an hour and a half, but if you make it there within an hour ill give you something special in return," You smirked at him, watching as he quickly started the engine and scratched the tyres against the road, the engine roaring and quivering at his brutal pace, only making you laugh in return.

"You are nothing but trouble, princess," Tom spoke, his hand returning to your knee, holding your hand in his as continued to drive at a fast pace.

"Yeah, but I'm yours,"

"Damn straight. Always,"

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mobster!tom holland x reporter!reader

"With crime and terror constantly ruling the streets, the only question left to ask ourselves is; will we ever be free from the Holland crime family?"

-Y/N Y/L/N

Thomas read the back printed words with his teeth grinding and jaw clenched; this was the third report in the month that Y/H had written about him and his mob, and with this much attention from the public eyes, police force and FBI, it was too risky for his business to move around discreetly, even with all the secret eyes and rats within the goverment forces. Tom was annoyed that his generational crime family business was being tethered by one female reporter with a cocky, nosy attitude. 

Although Tom had gathered all information and pictures about you and often got his men to follow you so you arrived home safe late nights, he couldn't help but feel an angered attraction towards you, of course, the idea of you writing about him and opening your mouth to spread news made his blood boil, but the soft delicate skin and kind eyes that you had made his heart thump, not to mention how you looked in your gala dresses and office outfits. Now, Tom's thoughts were drifting in the idea of watching you tonight at the gala, you no doubt would be there, trying to worm yourself in more gossip and dramas within the London crime families; and no doubt you would be wearing one of your infamous red dresses that adorned your perfect figure.

"Aye mate! hurry up daydreamer, limos here," Harrisons said, busting the door open only to leave just after. Tom let out a short sigh, taking a final puff from his ashed cigarette and popping a mint into his mouth before leaving his dark marron office to join his best man in the long sleek black vehicle.

"Is she going to be there?" Tom asked, or grunted in Harrison's direction, leaving the blonde man to laugh in response. The affection that Tom had towards you was insanely deep, even if the words you wrote caused the heeps of trouble.

"Why don't you just admit that your head over heels for her mate?" Harrison laughed again, watching the city lights ass by in the window, sipping n the tall flute glass of champagne.

"Because I'm not, you fucking twit," Tom responded with a rather harsh bite, but the outburst only made Harrison chuckle more to himself, as they drove the rest of the way to the Gala in silence.

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There you were, standing directly in the centre of the ballroom, all eyes and lights seemingly focusing around you laughed with a group of men and women talking about nothing imparticular whilst your hand tightly grasped the liquid bubbles. During the dull conversation, your eyes continuously wondered around the room, searching for any stories or dramatic people to write up next weeks storyline about, and when you found the man you wanted, you couldn't help the smirk that rose on your painted lips as you downed the last remaining glass of bubbles.

Toms eyes where focused on you as you watched each other across the room. The cross back red fishtail maxidress floated around your feet, the lighting making your hair glow against your skin and the gentle makeup making your eyes scream out at Tom, almost controlling his movements as you stared him up and down. It wasn't long before Tom had reached you on the dancefloor, both your hearts reaching out to each other, eyes trained on each other and your fingers shaking in anticipation to touch him.

The idea of the infamous rough and tough Tom Holland holding you gentle and passionately drilling into you all night made your head dizzy and stomach flip with excitement, however, your entire workforce and operation against the Holland crime family would be destroyed, as well as your professional matter and reputation; but the closer Tom came to you, the more professionally flew out the window.

"Miss Y/L/N," Tom spoke in his low, gentle voice. And you weren't sure if it was the heels or his effect on you, but your knees almost stumbled and gave way to your weight as soon as you heard his voice.

"Holland," You bit back, trying to keep a stern face and attitude whilst he was standing so close to you. "Hows that illegal gun ammunition trade going with Greece?" You smirked, getting under his skin easily as you saw his jaw clench leaving you beyond flustered.

"It would be fine if you kept your big nose out of my business, darling," The words few like venom out of his mouth, and a touch of sadness could be seen in your eyes if you looked closely enough, which Tom did.

"I think you forget it's my job, darling," You replied, huffing and beginning to turn to walk away; but Toms' hand reached out to yours, pulling you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist, a huge cocky grin plastered on his face.

"Dance with me," He demanded, leaving you to roll your eyes, but nonetheless comply to his wishes. The two of you stayed together in silence for a while, one of your hands leaning against his shoulder, and the other resing n the peck of his chest, as he remained on the lower stretch of your back, touching your bare skin from the low cut back dress, and dangerously low. You tried to avoid his gaze by searching the room, taking notice of Toms men dotted around the outskirts, conveniently blocking the exits, but Toms' eye pulled you in like a temptress.

"Your bushing you know," Tom said slowly, his sensual voice once again affecting your body. You had already felt the heat in your checks rise the first time you had caught Tom's eye, but ow you were close and touching, they had burned considerably brighter.

"It's just hot, don't flatter yourself," You scoffed, you were building a wall, protecting yourself from seeming gullible and week in front f his tough mobster exterior.

"Oh sugar," To leaned in, his face close to yours, his hot, minty breath against your skin as goosebumps rose to the surface of your skin, "you look fucking ravishing,"

The comment had left you stunned, as you turned your head to avoid his leaning kiss, capturing eyes with Toms best man, Harrison, who was standing and watching the two of you smirking, making you feel more conscious about the proximity between you and Tom. You didnt reply to him, and instead dug your pointed fingernails into his chest causing him to loosen his grip as you slipped away quickly, rushing to the bathroom before you could explode.

Rushing through the white door into the pristine dark marble bathroom, you clutched your hand at your chest, wishing you could solve the itch that felt deep in your chest. You pulled out your mobile phone from under your breast, calling your best friend and co-worker.

"Fucking help me, babe, I'm in some deep shit here," You spoke before your friend could even answer. You know this was a risk, every event that you bumped into Tom this happened, well not the dancing, but the butterflies, dizziness, and headaches that he gave you. It was a dangerous compromise, to be infatuated with the man you swore to yourself to destroy. The irony was laughing in your face and you were blinded to its harsh words.

"Ahhh, Tom Holland is it? I told you, you just need to fuck, get all that pent up energy out of your system, and then write about how shit he was in bed," Your friend replied, munching on a packet of crips through the line. You rolled your eyes once more, no matter how much you denied wanting to sleep with Tom, you knew she was right he was like a virus.

"Ugh, even if i wanted to fuck him, which i don't FYI, it would ruin my writing, i would be too biased," You replied, looking at your flushed cheeks in the mirror. dammit.

"Arent you already biased?" She said through the phone, filling the room with silence as you didnt know how to respond.

"Anyway, i bet he's a killer in bed if you don't take the shot i will," She said, making you internally cringe but laugh. You let out a deep sigh, looking down at your fingernails, painted dark maroon.

"He does look like the type to totally dominate you in bed, true, but-" You were quickly cut off by a hand grasping the phone from behind you, making you scream before another hand wrapped up to your mouth, preventing you from doing so. Your eyes widened as they met Toms reflection in the mirror, and even though your eyes dropped in realization, your body was still tense.

Toms' hand relaxed against your hand, as he dropped the phone harshly on the marble counter and using his now free hands to coax up and down your sides. He was aware of the effect he had on you, as he could see the reaction clearly in the mirror, as well as feel the tense muscles underneath the palms of his hands.

"You'd be so lucky to find out daring," Tom whispered in your ear, pulling the loose hair away from your neck, exposing the fresh skin to his lips as he grazed against it. You breathing was harsh and foreign, and you almost fainted as his mouth began to harshly suck onto the skin, your eyes closing and head falling back onto his shoulder to allow him easy access.

"Tom," His name fell from your lips, causing his grip on your waist to tighten and his body to grind against your slowly. The both of you moaned in response, the light echo surrounding you in the room, making you aware of your situation, you were allowing him to do this to you, but it felt too good to stop.

"Tom I- i can't do this," You whispered, your head and heart fighting with each other, not wanting the moment to stop.

"Yes you can Y/N," Tom said, and the sound of Tom whispering your name so explicitly and sensually made your knees week and your heart flutter.

"My job,"

"Quit. Be with me, you can start your own fucking business, id do anything for you," Tom said, continuing his attack on your neck as your eyes widened. You shoved your bum back, pushing him backwards, allowing you to turn around to face him, pushing your hand out to his chest and shoving him further.

"I don't need you to sort my life out y'know," You spat, furious but still needy at the same time, your body craving the hot contact Tom once fed you.

"Of course not darling," Tom said, taking your attacking wrists in his hands and holding you against the bathroom counter to keep you from hitting and shoving him again.

"But i can offer you your own company, own newspaper, the fucking world if you where with me Y/N," Tom moved closer, his body against yours, causing a catastrophic reaction in your lower belly.

"I'll think about it," You hated giving him control, especially over your work, but having your own business meant running your own thing, and not being controlled by forced segments, deadlines or topics you didnt even want to write about, and you could always buy it off Tom whenever you wanted.

"Good with me, now, let me kiss you," Tom demanded, leaning in again to capture your lips together in a feverish kiss. Fireworks erupted in your stomach as you grew needy and desperate for his touch, and you moved harder against him. You knee raised against his side, his rough hand running against the underside of your thigh, the thigh split letting his touch erupt your bare skin, his lips ground against you, the friction giving you enough, but not enough, you needed more.

You pawed at his chest, tugging off his suit jacket and rushing to undo his buttons before his hands caught yours.

"Say it first," He said.

"I'll be with you," You sighed, knowing full well you just handed over life to him. But you didnt care, you knew that you had a strong feeling for him, vice versa, and you were willing to sacrifice things for him, as he would for you, and together, you would be so fucking powerful.

"What a fine Queen you will make Y/N,"

-

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[minichedders]

princess

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Tom followed you everywhere, it was his job too, and he was good at it. Not once in the day did he ever let his eyes slip from you, watching you carefully, analysing every move, every step and every expression with keen eyes. He felt a rush whenever your eyes would meet, which was a rare occasion considering the circumstances.

Tom was way over his head. He was foolish. You where the princess, you would never settle for anything less than a prince, and even if you wanted Tom, you were betrothed to marry another Prince to strengthen the nationalities relationships.

Prince James of Papua New Guinea. Tom scoffed, what a piss poor excuse for a man; he was selfish, lazy and didnt even care about the moral respect of women. He had visited you twice since the engagement, and Tom watched with his insides twisting at the sight of James' clammy, fat fingers touching your precious skin; and every time James got too close, your eyes searched for his, crying out for help; which was Tom only favourite part of his visit he enjoyed, the sheer need you begged from him.

He found you insatiable, beautiful beyond words, and you fit in with the luxury of the royal life, but still remained as kind as humble as ever. Every day you went around the palace, greeting everyone who walked past and made your way tot he kitchens to help the chefs cook, to which they openly obliged, against the Queens wishes. The queen was tight-lipped, old fashioned and downright rude, especially to you; she hated and disciplined ou whenever you would openly converse with anyone lower than you, or involved yourself with common charity events or fairs; she had her head too far up her ass to see that every harsh word she spoke brought tears prickling to your eyes, which maddened Tom.

Which was happening right in front of him? Himself and the Queen's guard both stood in the corners of the Queens living area, watching the conversation, more like an argument, roll out in front of them, the uncomfortable atmosphere scratching at Toms' neck.

"You can't get out of this marriage Y/N, I've told you millions of times," The Queen sneered, rolling her eyes at her daughter. Every day you went to your mother, begging relentlessly not to marry you off to an old hag, but she never prevailed.

"Please mother, do you not care about love? about my happiness? I don't want to marry someone i don't love," You cried, your hands flying in crazy gestures, your checks heating, trying to control your tears as they threatened to cross your eye line.

"You will grow to love him Y/N," The Queen sighed, pulling the blue and white fine china cup to her lips, slurping at the fresh tea she had her maid pour, which you had poured your own. The wedding was in 3 months, but the buzz of both nations had been roaring on for the last 5. Your mother had put you through multiple wedding events to try and sway your mind, creating your perfect, grande white wedding that you had always dreamed off, but you didnt want this. You had to marry to keep the power, not just of the other nations, but you couldn't inherit the throne without a King by your side.

"I highly doubt it mother," You sneered, landing the china teacup rather harshly on the matching plate.

"You're merely a young girl, what do you know about love, about ruling a country, at least tell me one of the loyal decrees for goodness sake, you are not fit to rule by your self," 

"I'll study!" You cried, "I can learn, you can be my teacher, and i can marry who i want, for love. Give me three months to learn everything you know," 

"You can't learn it all within three months child," The Queen's voice was quiet, her tone changing from unforgiving to sad.

"Tell you what Y/N, if you can find someone else you love within three months, someone suitable and worthy, I will cancel the wedding," The queen said, your eyes immediately turned to capture Toms, a slight blush creeping to your face, "But, you had to attend classes every Wednesday and Saturday to learn how to be a proper princess, which means no cooking, and you make time for Prince James," 

"Deal"

-

Tom had watched you wander around aimlessly for a whole month, you head dizzy and unfocused ever since you made the deal with your mother. Every man you had met with, Tom hated. He couldn't help it, but he just wanted to scream at you and take you in his arms. He was right in front of you and you were being blinded by the sun.

Your body fell onto your bed, a deep sigh leaving your stained red lips. Your body was sore from your date, where Knight Ben had decided that ice skating would be romantic, but you feel at least 7 times, and Tom was there to pick you up more than Ben was. Toms kind eyes floated in your mind more than you would admit to yourself, every time you caught his eye your hands grew sweaty and they began to shake, he was the most gentle, kind and handsome man you had met, and you thought every night if your mother would think he was suitable enough to marry, because he was the only one you wanted.

"Tom," You spoke, your voice unsure of its self as you stared at the intricate designs of your bedroom ceiling. Toms footsteps echoed in your ear, getting closer to your laying body. Both of you felt dizzy.

"Yes, your highness?" Tom asked. Every time someone had addressed you by your royal title, you cringed, your stomach flipping in the most uncomfortable way, but when it fell from Toms' lips you couldn't suppress the whimper that fell from your unwilling lips.

"Do you think I'm crazy? Thinking I can't find love in three months?" You asked, your head turning and eyes meeting his. Tom could notice the way your breath was shaky, as your eyes watered slightly, and the sight made him want to wrap you in his arms and cradle until he died.

"If i may be so bold to say, your highness, I think you know you are," tom laughed, trying to lighten your mood and make you smile, and when he saw your lips curve upwards for the first time in months his heart skipped a beat.

"True," You replied, staring back at the ceiling. You sat in silence for a moment, before you stood, grabbing Toms' hands and interlocking your fingers together, dragging him outside to the garden. Tom was about to protest, but the feeling of your warm skin so close to his made him speechless, he felt like a nursery boy, madly in love with the most popular girl in school. 

Toms' mouth opened, before you shut him off, "Don't talk, please Tom, i just want to enjoy this quietly," Your voice was soft and quiet, and Tom obliged with no questions asked.

Both of you walked slowly around the garden, the sunlight setting, a dark orange hue painted across the sky, shining through the spring branches of the tall trees, and letting the colourfull garden flowers glow. You sat on the edge of the fountain piece, closing your eyes as you listened to the gentle trickle f the smooth water flow, mixed with the chirping birds and the gentle hum of the wind. Toms body sat next to you, hands still interlocking in your lap; he wanted nothing more but to just confess his undying feelings for you right there, but the pain in your face made him ache to comply to your no talking rule.

"Tommy," You whispered, quiet enough that Tom would've missed it if he wasn't so fixed intently on your lips. He hummed in response, looking back to your know open eyes, deep swirling pools of brown searching into your soul.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Your eyes cast downwards, taking a deep breath in.

"Uh, I was thinking about how beautiful you are, how every man you have met is a fool not to be head over heels for you, and how much i want to kiss you right now," Tom spoke, his thumb now rubbing against your skin, causing goosebumps in their wake. You felt as if you were dreaming, hearing all the words you had wanted ever since you and Tom met, your breath twitched inside your throat.

"Why won't you?" You asked, still refusing to bring your eyes up to meet his. Your hands were shaking, which Tom noticed from the tight grip he had on you, he watched as you brought your other hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Tom brought his hands u to your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes, you had never felt so adored by a man before, and the way that Tom looked at you made your heart leap; but you where still so nervous about how powerful your feelings where about Tom, and how you just knew your mother would disapprove.

Time seemed to be distant, non-existent as you watched Tom lean forward, his breath against your lips, your heart now thumping widely in your chest. You looked deep into his eyes and down to his pink lips, as you followed his actions and eaned in as well, capturing his lips in for a sweet, meaningful kiss.

The two of you stayed locked together, Toms hands around your waist and you're wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued making out. Tiny moans and whimper came from your lips as grunts fell from his, both of you wanting and needing as much a the other could give, you felt as if Toms' lips brought you to cloud nine, as if you had fallen into heaven, soaring through pink fluffy clouds as your body experienced the tingles he sent through. 

"I love you Y/N," Tom whispered, breaking his lips away from yours. You couldn't help but smile uncontrollably, laughing and blushing as he watched you deeply.

"I love you too, Tommy," You replied, pulling him back in for a short and sweet kiss.

"Now, whos going to tell my mother?" You said, laughing at Toms horrific facial expression, shrugging his shoulders and pulling you on his lap, eager to remain locked together for the rest of eternity.

[minichedders]

lost and found 0.1

mobster!tom holland x reader

shit. shit. shit.

You hand frantically searched through your bag, looking for your small purse. You knew that it wasn't in your bag, as you had searched multiple times before, but you hoped and prayed that if you looked just once more, that it would magically appear. You sighed heavily, dropping your bag on the floor and leaning against the wall, trying your hardest not to cry, running your hands through your hair and holding your cheeks. All your money was in that course all this month's wages were in there, holding over 200 hours worth of your time. 

The thought of ordering in a takeaway was now long gone, especially considering you didn't even have any money, but there was no food left in the fridge, other than a few odd potatoes left in the abandoned vegetable department. You looked at your old watch, 2:03am. You eyes felt heavy and bloodshot, and your body was weak and exhausted; so you decided to search for the lost purse tomorrow, bright and early, in hope of at least getting your ID back.

Your body dragged itself to your bedroom, food now long out of your mind as your head hit the pillows, wrapping your still fully clothed body in the warm sheets, putting your TV on, listening to the news quietly as you drifted off to sleep.

-

Three heavy knocks jumped you out of bed, your dark makeup spread across your cheeks, you're top twisted around your torso, hair messy and your lips dry and cracked. You begrudgingly answered the door, to be met with no one but the coldness of the apartment hallway. at your feet was a plain white box, with a black ribbon, tied neatly across, and a small, handwritten placard attached. You grabbed the box, walking back to your bed, and tossing the box onto the mattress, crossing your legs and lazily untying the bow. Your eyelids still feel as heavy as they were last night, and they began to water at the sight in front of you. Your purse. 

Some angel out there was really looking out for you. You quickly awoke, grabbing the purse frantically as you opened it up, only t find everything you had left within it, all the small coins, noted and checks that you had yet to cash in, as well as your cards and ID's, you where between laughing and crying as you held the monthly paycheck to your chest, almost screaming. Nearly forgetting, you twisted the small card in your fingertips, reading it over again and again.

'Keep it safe. T.H'

The small, cursive handwriting almost had you swooning, your guardian angel. You wish they would leave their full name or at least return address so you could express your gratitude, but you thought nothing of it was you began getting ready for your day of work.

-

"That's insane, reminds me of that Chris Evans film where they send the whole night looking for that girl's purse," Rebbecca said, cleaning the bar top as you wiped the glasses.

"Yeah, except i didnt go out looking for it, and unfortunately, i did not get to snog Chris Evans," You replied, your head glazed over with the initials T.H. Rebecca had spent the afternoon thinking of random and crazy scenarios or names that could belong to the man, or women who had returned your purse. To be honest, you didnt care that much, just thankful that you had everything back, and you could afford a Chinese takeaway tonight.

During your deep spaced out moment, you didnt notice the extremely dark and handsome man that had walked in the empty bar and was now standing in front of you, until Rebecca had coughed loudly in your direction.

"Oh, Hi, sorry, what would you like?" You asked, now placing the glass on the side, looking up to meet a pair of beautiful, deep brown eyes staring back at you, it was harsh and intense, but somehow soft, making your legs almost cave in. You took time to study his appearance, black suit, dark brown hair that had irresistible curls, sturdy jawline and chiselled face, and you doubted you were mistaken when you thought about the hard muscles that lay underneath his clothes. He looked like the gym type. 

"Just a whiskey please, darling," The man responded, sitting on the bar stool opposite you, leading his arms over the counter, and if it wasn't for the 4 foot of marble between the two of you, you would jump into his arms.

"Right away, sir," You responded; diverting your gaze quickly, and shly moving around the bar, ring your best not to spill the drink with your nervous, shaking hands. Once you had placed the drink on the coaster, you locked eyes with the man, almost become trapped in the depths of brown and yellow.

"Y/N!" Your boss shouted from the back office, making you jump slightly, seemingly amusing the man in front of you. You broke your eye contact and rushed to your impatient boss.

"Yeah," You said, waiting in the doorframe for your boss to turn his attention from the paperwork and talk to you.

"You know who that is right?" He asked, signalling you to come in and close the door, so the man from the bar didnt hears.

"Uh, no? Should I?" You asked, your fingers twirling with each other nervously.

"Y/N, that's Tom Holland, as in London crime family Tom Holland," He said, tapping his pen against the desk as he gawked at you, not believing you had no idea; but to be fair, you where always oblivious about d=crime in London, it made you feel better about living there if you ignored it all.

"Oh," You replied. He was certainly attractive and intimidating as hell, but you couldn't imagine him to be part of any crime family, especially with that hair, it looked so soft and curly, you just wanted to run your hands through it on a Sunday morning, with the smell of fresh cinnamon pancakes.

"Y/N!" You boss shouted again, capturing your attention out of your daydream as he laughed at you. 

"Yeah?" You said, smiling nervously at him.

"He brought the bar early this morning, I'm retiring you see, and he's going to take you, but he's made the rest of my employees redundant. Including Rebecca," He spoke, slowly so you would understand even when you were miles away, which you often were. 

"Why, why me?" You asked, knees and fingers shaking, scared to even ask. You were interrupted by the door creaking open, revealing Tom in the doorway, his impressive figure leaning against the frame, hands in his pocket, clearly showing off his grey holster gun as he smirked at you.

"Leave us," Tom spoke, his eyes still trained on you as your boss rushed out the room quicker than you could respond. You watched as Tom closed the door behind him, moving across the room, sitting in your boss' previous chair. You both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, you were unsure whether you should get up and leave, or stay as still a possible and hope you could sink into the material of the chair and hide away forever.

"Do you know who i am?" Tom asked. Your eyebrows furrowed, not fully understanding the question, did he mean knowing about the crime family, or personally, or just in general. You didnt verbally respond, instead just shrugging your shoulders, looking down to the floor, trying to keep your heartbeat under control. Tom hummed.

"You are dismissed then, keep safe darling," He spoke, making your ears perk up and your eyes widen, before you quickly made your escape out of the room.

-

When you arrived home, there was another package like the one before, only this time, the white box and black box brought an empty feeling to the pit of your stomach. You brought it inside, reading the card first.

'Help yourself. T.H'

Inside the box was two large wads, making you scream. You didnt even want to touch the money, let alone count how much was in there. The idea made you sick, although you surely needed the money, this wasn't how you would earn it. You thought where wrapped in dismay and anger that when your phone rang, your veins went cold.

You answered harshly, somehow knowing who would be on the receiving end.

"Woah baby, no need for that language," Tom responded, and even over the phone, you could see the smug, cocky smile play on his lips.

"What are you playing at Holland?" You demanded, discarding the box of cash on the kitchen counter, tossing the card in the trash.

"Just thought you could use the extra money, maybe buy yourself a nice work outfit, maybe some lingerie, blue is my favourite by the way," Tom said, his playful tone ringing in your ears as you were fuming.

"Keep on dreaming Holland," You sneered, hanging up without another thought. Your face was red, your mind filled with thought and your heart bursting with unknown feelings, what a fucking rush.

Your phone buzzed again, with a text from the same number.

'10am sharp, don't disappoint me. T.H'

-

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[minichedders]

lion and the lioness 0.2

mobster!tom holland x reader

Weeks after your fathers gala and toms face couldn't leave your vision. You were plagued by his beauty, all day and all night, you felt as if you would burst if you didnt see him again, but at the same time, anger raged up inside of you about his cocky attitude. What a fucking dick.

You had spent most of the week reading books, most of the romance variety, picturing yourself and Thomas in the protagonist's place. You also went shopping and found yourself buying clothes that you thought Tom would like, and decor that he would approve of. You thought you were going mad, but when you began ranting and gushing about Tom to one of your maids, she laughed with you and simply said that you were young and in love.

You just thought she was crazy.

You didnt know Tom, you didnt love him. You had never felt this way about anyone else, but you were certain it wasn't love, that didnt make any sense. From what you heard, Tom was unlovable, cold and hard like stone, but the image of his soft brown eyes graved themselves into your memory, and you melted every time. 

You knew that your father was working with the Hollands, organizing some sort of truce, to join families and grow business, becoming the top Mafia in London. Though you didnt care much, just as long as it meant that Tom was invited to more parties and dinners.

Which brought you to tonight, Sunday dinner. Noah had informed you earlier that Dominic and Tom were joining us. The butterflies that arose in your chest where flying high and the idea of sitting with Tom for an entire evening melted your heart, even though you knew his cocky attitude would piss you off before he walked through the door. You figured you liked the thought of him more than his actual being. But who could blame you?

Dinner time had arrived, and Dominic and Tom were already here, seated inside the grand dining room; toms leg was shaking, anxious to see you again. You were making a late and dramatic arrival, just to capture the attention of Tom, and frustrate him even further. You wore a black, wrap dress, patterns with pink flowers, wrapped tight around your chest and sinking the fabric into your waist, allowing the leg split to flow to its full potential, showing off your simple black heels. You were already certain that Tom loved dresses, and it wasn't like he had a bad sense of fashion either, he always looked respectful and smart.

You walked through the dining room doors, your hair falling behind your shoulders as you walked to your father, who sat in the high chair at the top of the table, with Dominic and Noah next to him, leaving you a space between Tom and Noah. Perfect. You greeted your father and placed a small kiss to his cheek, and the same with Noah as you sat down.

“Hope i didnt interrupt something too important, you bys always talk about boring business stuff,” You said, placing your elbows against the table, holding your chin by the back of your hand as you tried to look as innocent as possible.

“Of course not darling,” You father spoke, taking quick action before Dominic responded. he wanted to keep the truce away from you for as long as possible.

During dinner, you mostly listened to the boys talk nonsense, drinking whiskey and gobbling on the food. Yourself and Tom where quiet, sneaking glances at each other every so often. You felt ridiculous, you weren't a high school teenager.

“How are you, Thomas?” Yoaskeded, turning your attention to him as the other men where to focus talking about the other crime family territories. Your eyes locked together, and once again you were blown away by the softness of his brown eyes, although now they looked darker, more focused on you than he had been other times.

“Fine, darling. having you sitting next to me helps,” He smirked, that same old shit-eating grin slapped across his face as you rolled your eyes, but you found yourself smiling back.

“You're a damned flirt, Holland,”

“Can you blame me? You kill me in those dresses you know, your more dangerous than any bullet i could have lodged deep in my skin,” Tom spoke, his hands itching to touch you, even just to hold you for a brief second. Tom felt insane, crazed by the thought of you.

“Gee how romantic,” You snarkily replied. In your head, scenarios where playing out about dinner, how Toms wondering hand could easily touch you underneath the table without the acknowledgement of the other men, or how you felt the urge to climb into his arms, kiss his lips and beat your aggression out on him. But none of it happened, instead, you could only feel the awkward atmosphere that radiated the room, despite the loud chat, and you feel anxious that the awkward subject involved you

-

You sighed deeply, groaning to yourself, sitting on one of the lounge chairs across the balcony, reading a new book as the summer sun glowed against your exposed skin. Your mind was racing and too distracted to focus on the printed words, and instead, your eyes focused on the long driveway. Just like you had dreamed, a sleek black range over made its way through the entrance gates, driving slowly down the long gravelled driveway, You stood from your seat, resting your palms against the concrete railing, watching through your darkened, overall shades, you stood on your tip toes, leaning against the concrete to get the best view.

Tom was watching you as soon as he saw you through the gates, your body resting, relaxed and glowing, compared to the visible tenseness during your meeting at the Gala. You wore a light teal blue sundress, with a square neck and thin straps, backless and tight, your legs wrapped in a black pair of laced up heels, wrapping around your calves, making Tom think about his fingers curling around your legs also.

As soon as You saw Toms figure step out of the vehicle, you squealed and hide back into your room, having a debate with yourself whether you should go down or not. You fought against all rationale your brain was shouting at you and followed the aching pang in your heart to literally leap into his arms. You heal clicked against the white marble tiles, racing down the hallway as you reached the staircase; locking eyes with Tom straight away as you froze. You took your time to gracefully drag yourself down the steps, watching Tom watch you, study you, admire you, as you got closer with each tantalizing step. When you reached him, you forgot about his father who stood beside him, watching the two of you discreetly, it was just you and Tom.

"Holland," You spoke first, standing face to face with the man you had been dreaming of for the last week.

"Y/L/N," He replied, feeling much the same.

"Ahh, Dom there you are and Tom, so nice to see you again," You father walked in, shaking hands with Dom and Tom, breaking your eye contact, only to be analysed by your father.

"Now, Dom, let's go to the office together, Y/N you can give Tom a tour of the garden yes?" Your father said, and before either of you could protest, both of your fathers rushed of whispering to one another and laughing. Suddenly, you had lost all your confidence as you were left with Tom, alone.

"You look stunning," Tom said, watching you as your gaze fell to the floor. "Have you thought of a compliment for me yet, since I'm always showering you in them, darling," Tom asked, moving closer and taking your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss to your soft skin. Your eyes fluttered at the contact, and your knees nearly buckled, not going unnoticed by Tom.

"Not any that wouldn't offend your ego," You snapped back, pulling your hand from his. You turned around and began walking to the garden, looking behind you and motioning him to follow.

The two of you wondered the garden in silence, your palms open and fingers wondering, hoping that Tom would catch on and hold your hand. When he was silent, you thought he was perfect, but when he opened his mouth and let slip some cocky, asshole comment, you literally shut down and your insides rolled. 

You reached the white concrete pavilion at the end of the garden, with two large couches, a fire pit and a bar, with green ivy and lights wrapped around the decor. You sat on one couch, facing Tom as he watched your body move, sitting gracefully on the white cushions. His body swayed as he sat beside you, both of you facing the other as you continued to stare intently into each other's eyes.

"You literally take my breath away Y/N," Tom whispered, his breath and body heat hitting you fiercely. You didnt respond, as usual, but instead moved closer, wondering your eyes down to his lips, your heart was crying out at you to just climb on him, but you felt like you were out of your body, not present and instead of enduring another daydream.

"You not so bad yourself Holland," You replied, ignoring the fact that you had complimented him, which only made him smile more, and lean into you, capturing your lips with his. You felt as if your stomach was enduring fireworks night, as your skin lit up and you ached for more, but before you could, his lips left yours, leaving you cold and sad.

"Tell me about what you do," You said, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your lap, your thumb rubbing over the rough, bruised skin of his knuckles, "please," You begged.

"I'm not proud of it you know, i have a ruthless reputation, ut i promise I am only like that with business, never would i ever treat you wrong. I would treasure you to the ends of the earth," Tom said, although you didnt get the answer you wanted, it wasn't half bad you thought.

"I don't need treasuring by you," You said, your words were harsh, but your tine was quiet, and you still latched your hands together as your eyes focused on the intricate veins of his hands.

"You are clueless aren't you?" Tom said, at first you felt offended, but when you looked into his eyes, you only saw sorrow and regret.

"What do you mean?" You dropped your hands, letting go of his in the meantime, now scooting back, afraid of not knowing what was going on.

"The truce, between our families. You don't know the terms do you?" Your brain was going fuzzy, neither your father or brother had mentioned anything to you, in fact, you had hardly spoken to them in the last week or so. You shook your head instead of replying, knowing that your voice was no doubt shaking as bad as your nerves.

"You are the truce Y/N. We're getting married."

-

taglist:

@autobotgirl15-blog @vnarniav @loxbbg

[minichedders]

tag

tom holland x reader

“I'm gonna beat your ass,” Tom said to you, taking his jacket off and replacing it with the blue body gear and gun. You scoffed in his face, you were known for being a pro laster tag winner, and you were not going to go down easy.

“Sure you are a babe,” You replied, shoving at his chest with your gun.

“Let's make a bet,” 

“Tempting, what did you have in mind?” You said, resting the gun on your hip as you watched Tom intently, he looked fucking hot with his black shirt and jeans, with a gun in his hands, and a dark look in his eyes.

“I win, and I get to do whatever i want to you tonight,” He said and you scoffed like he did anyway.

“Or you win and-”

“You cook tonight,” You spoke loudly before he could finish his sentence, no doubt thinking of something sexual, but really, Tom cooking your favourite steak and sweet potato mash was the only thing you wanted. Easy priorities.

“Deal,” Tom said, shaking your hand in agreement, laughing at your enthusiasm for his cooking.

-

1, 2, 3

GO

With the starter mark announced, the lights turned off, leaving neon blurs of red and blue across the hall, with discrete hiding places, large metal staircases and second floor, housing sets and a mega slide that an into a large ball pit.

You were in a team with Harrison, Harry; against Tom, Sam and Paddy. You were playing laser quest, upon Paddy's request for Toms birthday, but you knew that secretly Tom was just as, even more, excited to play than Paddy was. You watched as the boys ran frantically around the large space, losing you in the process; but you could still hear the shouting and commotion from the boys, making you chuckle.

You walked slowly around the edge of the hall, trying to stay discreet and tactical; your gun up by your face, and eyes watching for any movement. First, you spotted Sam, his face poking out of the ball pit, sluggish and red, obviously exhausted from running and hiding from Harrison. You came up behind the ball pit nets, out of sight of Sam, and shoot him in the back, laughing loud as he looked around for you.

"Y/N, fuck!" He shouted, huffing and yelling at you, now chasing you as you run around, making sure to zig zag so Sam couldn't shoot you back. You had run up the stairs and lost him in the housing set, which is where you conveniently found Paddy. You didnt want to upset him by tagging him so you left the house, wandering around to look for Tom; only so you could boast in his face that you would win.

"Tom, Y/N's on the move look out!" You heard Sam shout, followed by cheers which you could only assume were by Harrison and Harry. You smiled to yourself, the boys knew you where good, maybe a little too good for their liking, but it was their fault for being sore losers; accept paddy, because Paddy was your angel.

You bumped into Harrison, who briefed you on his run in on Sam, poor lad, he had been shot at least 12 times within the 15 minutes of playing. 

"I wanna find Tom," You told Harrison, your eyes flickering behind the both of you, still on high alert.

"You sure Y/N? You know he's going to play dirty right," Harrison said.

"I know, but I'm gonna beat him anyways," You smiled, walking off, leaving Harrison to walk in the opposite direction.

10 minutes later and you only had 5 left, and it was just you, Tom left in the game. The others got fed up of you and Tom always winning so they bailed out to get to the pizza buffet.

"Tommy baby where are you?" You sang, your heart almost thumping at the tension, you hadn't heard a peep out of him since Paddy left.

"Common babe, if you let me win ill give your birthday treat early," You said again, head turning and eyes training on a discrete black moving shadow. As you were analysing the shadow, Toms hands grabbed your waist from behind, pulling the gun out of your hand and shoving you against the nearest wall.

"And whats the surprise angel?" Tom asked, his face so close to yours, his eyes tantalizing you as you almost forgot you were in the game.

"Well if i tell you it won't be a surprise anymore will it?" You said, pushing your hips against him, and grabbing the nape of his neck, making him groan in response and grind back into you.

"Give me a taste sugar," Tom said, his voice low and his eyes dark, looking over you with admiration and lust, his hot breath panting and fanning your flushed face, your chest pressed against his as you stood to your tip toes; your lips meeting him for a quick kiss.

Tom growled lowly in your ear as you pulled away, his hands coming to the small of your back, pushing your pelvis against his, connecting your lips again for a more intense kiss. Your lips parted as your tounges danced together, deep in love and lust with each other. The kiss became more heated, Toms mouth moving towards your neck, sucking slightly as you let out a muffled moan, trying to gain more friction between the two of you, desperate for more contact. 

The countdown to the end game began, starting at 15 seconds. Tom seemed oblivious, too wrapped up in leaving harsh, dark marks all over you, and he would rip your clothes off is the tactical body gear wasn't in the way. Your eyes were open, trained on the close by gun on the floor.

10 seconds.

You had to react quickly; you couldn't let Tom ruin your reputation of Queen laser tag, that was just purely unprofessional. So as Tom was sucking on your neck, you brought your hands to his front, rubbing them against his chest, adorning the hard, sculpted muscles that contracted beneath your touch; distracting him long enough for you to twist your body, so that Toms back was pinned to the wall. Quickly you grabbed the gun and aimed it at Toms chest, who now had his hands in the air to surrender. 

"Y/N, Y/N please baby, please don't kill me," Tom pleaded, and you were almost reluctant to shoot him, looking deep into his pleading puppy dog eyes.

3 seconds.

"Sorry darling, this is the only way," You said, dramatically, before you shoved the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger, watching as Toms blue light died, flashing red and making the electronic game over sound. You laughed as the lights blew up in the arena, allowing you to see the pout on Toms' face.

The two of you disgarded your gear and equipment to the man out front and thanked him for the game. Tom was still beside you, putting and sulking, talking about how unfair it was that you seduced him, and turned on him.

"I can't believe you would shoot your boyfriend," Tom said, arms crossed over his chest, sat on the cafeteria chair as you, Harrison and Harry cheered at the team's victory.

"Just admit your a sore loser man," Harrison said, throwing a small chip in Toms direction.

You placed your hand to Tom's thigh, rubbing it up and down and placing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I'll let you win tonight ok?" You spoke quietly in his ear, watching as his face lit up and turned to you, his brown eyes sparkling and his cocky grin returning as you analysed you. 

"God I love you Y/N,"

[minichedders]

masterlist

Tom Holland

finally

 summary: a day at the beach with your internal hardcore crush Tom

lion and lioness 0.1  0.2

summary: mob!tom finds a deep liking to the south-east crime families daughter and forms a truce

champagne bubbles 

summary: bodyguard!tom taking part in a bubble bath and champagne

tag

summary: playing a compentitive and heated game of laser tag with your boyfriend

lost and found 0.1

summary: mob!tom buys the bar you work in...

princess

summary: bodyguard!tom helping you find a suitable husband within three months

flame

summary: mob!tom and reporter!reader finding a way to work together...

high stakes 0.1 summary: bodyguard!tom is paid to look after the one girl he just wants to get in bed with...

Sebastian Stan

protection 0.1

summary: you are set up into witness protection with Sebastian as your protector

Bucky Barnes

valentines day massacre 0.1

summary: mob!bucky who looks after you after you witness a violent crime (loosely based on the real st. valentines day massacre of 1929)

scar 0.1

summary: Captain Bucky Barnes has taken you and your crew onboard to aid in him finding your ex-boyfriend, Captain Rogers

Chris Evans

daisy

summary: your co-worker Chris finally confesses his feelings towards you

[minichedders]

st.valentines day massacre 0.1

mobster!bucky barnes x reader

February 14th, 1929.

Gang warfare rules the streets of Chicago, anyone who was anyone knew that if you even whispered the name Al Capone, it wouldn't be long before you were shot or deemed crazy. He was rising to the top of the mafia, he was gradually taking down his enemies, along with the probation, helping him to build his empire, he grew to be a ruthless king. The passage of the 18th Amendment in 1920 meant that all the mafia groups increased earnings through bootlegging, speakeasies, gambling and prostitution. Capone’s income raised well over $60 million a year, he was one of the richest and powerful men in America.

Since 1924, Chicago had been a lawless and violent place; it was called the ‘reign of Scarface’; he was ruthless and did anything and everything to get rid of his enemies and rivals, all except one. The Irish gangster George ‘Bugs’ Moran…

10:25 am.

Your heals clicked along the street, impractical for the cold weather you thought, though your long fur coat was keeping some warmth, under it your favourite green dress. Your dad had convinced you to go round to the Michaels for brunch, however, opposed you where, he practically shoved you out the door, Mr and Mrs Michaels where both pushovers who were pushing you and their introvert son to get married, and apparently your opinion doesn't matter.

10:30 am.

You head tilted back as you admired the white sky, hoping that small snowflakes would soon fall. You loved winter, as it gave you an excuse to stay inside by the fire, and not have to socialise with men and their mothers that boasted about them, or the snobbish wives that had foolishly agreed to marry only because of the money benefits. You believed you were the only person in the city, or world, who wanted to marry for love, not benefits. Before your thoughts could carry you away, a speeding car drove past, abruptly stopping outside an old looking warehouse; what confused you where the three men who exited in police uniforms, and another 5 that stepped out of another car in black suits. Your interest was picked and your walking slowed, you had not yet reached the warehouse, but you could already hear muffled shouts, and a few seconds later, gunshots.

You stood still, mouth agape, even though you shouldn't be so shocked, crime was basically unstoppable in this city. But never would you think that you would have to encounter something so closely. As you where regaining your breath, a man from across the road, someone you had not seen get out the vehicle, even though he was leaning against the bonnet, started walking towards you and calling for you. You froze, not knowing what to do; there was no point in running, not in these heels, plus, he has already seen your face, and knows that you had just seen their faces. Oh, you were so screwed.

“Ma'am?” He called again, his deep voice digging into your skin, making goosebumps crawl along your arms, shivering as they formed. Your head turned back towards him, seeing his face close up, almost losing your breath again; he was beautiful, dark hair, chiselled face, and a tall lean body which looked perfect in that pinstripe suit. If you were in any other situation with the man you would've jumped to joy, finding the perfect Valentines to the day.

Your ears began ringing, buzzing at the sheer closeness of the attractive man, and for a split second you felt as if the rest of the world blurred around him; that was until multiple gun firing in the etching warehouse tore your body limb from limb, panic coursing through your veins like a drug.

“Um, yes?” You said, trying to act as innocent and normal as you could muster, you couldn't die, you couldn't leave your father, not like this. You noticed his gaze drop down your figure, which was noticeably shaking, whether it was from the coldness of winter or the terror that currently ran through your body and soul you were not sure; he looked back into your eyes, the blueness of his reminding of when your father took you to the ocean when you were younger, they almost filled you with warmth, until you heard more calling and shouting.

“Buck! C’mon!” One of the men exiting from the warehouse shouted, making the man in front of you turn his head back, giving them a wave of his hand.

“I’m sorry about this miss, but you are going to have to come with me,” He said, taking a hold of your forearm, gently tugging you to the car; you were too cold and shocked to fight back, and the fear of not knowing what he might do scared you more. Stupidly, you let him push you into the passenger seat, and when he ran round to the driver seat, the three men shoved in the back began clapping, you already felt sick but their whistling and dirty comments made your stomach twist; until than man called Buck told them to shut up, which made you feel less queasy, only just.

11:22 am.

After driving in silence and tension, you arrived at a large house in the forest; the abundance of cars and bikes at the door already told you that this was obviously the mafia house, which only heightened your fear, all the worst possible scenarios where running through your head. You knew that they weren't going to kill you, not yet at least, they wouldn't have bothered to bring you to the house if they were, they were probably going to use you, which terrified you more than a bullet between your eyes.

As the men poured out of the car, you stayed still. The idea of moving seemed almost impossible as you just stared at the big blue house, envisioning all the dirty old men that lived in there, and the possibility of young girls being held unwillingly. A tear started to sting your cheeks as you let out a sob, not noticing the door beside you opening and Buck wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up and carrying you in the house, purposefully avoiding all the busy rooms and corridors. You were still in your dress and coat, which was now slightly damp from the frost and the tears that had fallen on the front, and you could feel your heels slightly slipping off the tips of your feet, although you were now too tired to adjust them. Buck turned into a room, large and messy, and placed you on the bed, slipping the shoes from your feet and neatly placing them on the floor. You both stayed in silence, apart from every so often when your sobs would unwillingly break past your dry lips.

The sight of any women crying made Bucky's heart twinge, but growing up in a ruthless world and business, he knew that if you wanted anything, you took it with no hesitation. And Bucky wanted you from the first moment he laid eyes on you.

"Why am I here, please, I won't tell anyone," You said in between broken cries, bringing your knees to your chest, curling yourself as small as possible; trying to remain an unwilling victim, too scared to look into the man's eyes in case you might slip into a lustful teenager.

"Because you are a witness, how am I supposed to trust a woman that walks the streets of Californa by herself. You are obviously reckless," Bucky replied in a rather harsh tone. He was lying. He just wanted you, to hold and protect forever; he knew he was foolish, how was she ever supposed to love her captor? Bucky sighed deeply, sitting beside her figure, watching as she winced at the gentle touch of his cold fingertips against her back, even with the layers of clothes on, you could still feel the jolt his touch sent to your body. you weren't supposed to react like this. But the longer he kept drawing small patterns on your back, the warmer you felt towards him, relaxing only slightly as the tears stopped flowing down your face. You understood why. 

"How long are you going to keep me here?" You asked, hesitantly, scared of his answer as he took minutes to reply, his fingers now still.

"Until I can trust you," He replied.

"Please, Please, I need to be with my father, he's ill, he can’t live without me," You said, lying. Your father wasn't exactly ill, he was just old, but you were true when saying he relied on you for everything.

"I'll have someone look after him don't you worry princess," Shivers. There it was. The wrong reaction to being nicknamed by a member of an infamous Mafia. You watched his dark, muscular figure rise, walking out the room, leaving with a distinct click, clearly locking the door. You ran around the room, checking the windows, all locked. No weapons, unless you smashed his head with a lamp. But anyway, you knew there was really not any kind of escape. You were in a house full of Mafia members, ruthless and dirty ones at that. You hated to admit it but this room was probably the safest place for a couple of miles. As well as that, if you did manage to escape, you know Bucky would probably go through the ends of the earth just to find you again, and possibly kill you.

Happy Valentine's day to me.

[minichedders]

champagne bubbles

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Your father was a very important figure within the London crime family, which is why you lived a life of luxury and want, although you liked to stay as down to earth as possible, you treated everyone with kindness, offering help and support to everyone in the house, whether they where worked with your father or where maids. You spent most of your days cooped up in the house, reading, baking, watching films and helping the maids clean, much to their protest. The most excitement you would experiment was an occasional dinner party with your father's snobby friends, or when your father needed you out the house and let you take his card on a shopping spree. Of course, you would always have company though; your bodyguard Tom Holland watched your every move.

It was convenient to be fair, because you liked the fact he watched you, and that you always had his full attention; the both of you had always flirted back and forth, making sure to be discreet in peoples company, but you treasured moments alone, when you felt normal, like you could almost have something serious with Tom.

"Common Tommy, I'm so bored!" You rushed, practically skipping down the stairs, challenging Tom in a race as you were much too eager to go outside. You had managed to convince Tom to take you to your favourite Garden Park Center, where you would no doubt buy a million more plants to fill the house. Tom slugged behind you, unwilling to spend the day looking at plants that all looked the same anyway, but seeing the pure happiness and joy on your face made his heart tinge, willing to do anything with you.

"Comming darling," Tom returned, reaching the bottom of the white spiral staircase, grabbing his assigned car keys and opening the large oak front doors for you. Tom watched as your figure walked past him, your eyes locking before you paced in front of him, allowing him to rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the baby blue summer dress you wore, with a low square neck and a tight waist, adorning your curves.

Tom raced you to the car door, opening the passenger side of the sleek black Range Rover for you to hop in, almost groaning when he saw he exposed skin beneath your dress skirt. The Garden Center was only a few miles away from the city, so it wasn't a particularly long drive, but it was filled with your loud music and singing, finding inappropriate times to poke Tom in the sides whilst he drove. You took the time to check him out, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear stick, admiring how the veins in his arms almost popped out, his tanned skin holding tightly around his strong muscles, which bulged out his tight black and white striped shirt, matched with a pair of black dress pants and black loafers. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you had a big influence on Toms dress sense; before he used to wear the same black suit to work, mostly because he knew it annoyed you, but you brought him a couple of clothes, and whenever you would go shopping together, you always picked out something nice for him, like the black loafers he was wearing right now.

"Stop staring at me," Tom said, a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he briefly turned to look at you, before returning to the road ahead. You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes as you laughed.

"You are wearing the shoes i brought you," You mentioned, turning to look outside the window, watching the city life become more rural as you approached the garden centre.

"Of course i am," Tom replied, aking your smile grow, and silence befell you once more.

-

"I can't believe you brought 12 fucking plants," Tom snarled, juggling 10 in his hands whilst you carried 2, laughing at him behind you.

"12 is an amateur number darling," You replied, unlocking the door to your room. Because of the large palace, your dad had housed you in, your room was more like a small apartment, containing a small living area, bathroom, closet room and a bedroom. You had kept to the clean black and white theme of the house, with added pastel colours and plants scattered across the rooms, with colourful candles, light shades, and you mall fishtank beside your desk, holding two tiny fish within.

Tom placed the plants on the large table in the living area, sitting down on the white leather corner sofa huffing, watching you go around the room, moving things and reorganizing your space to fit all the plants within. A lazy smile fell on his lips, thinking about how this felt like a relationship; but the realisation of your life being in danger due to the constant threats other crime families made to get a rise out of your father, and how he was your protector. The two of you trained together, worked out together, and he taught you how to shoot and a little defence moves - which wasn't normal in a relationship.

As you were placing your new plant's friends in your bathroom, you began running one, sprinkling pink salts in and bubbles, with a few rose petals and lighting a few candles around the large room. You set up your wireless speaker in the bathroom and began playing your chillout playlist, the music echoing off the bathroom tiles and around your room. You were quietly humming along to the music, capturing the attention of Tom, as he walked into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe, watching you move across the room, dancing and singing to yourself.

Once the bath was full and warm, you hung your robe above the door and dipped your tensed body in the warm water. You sent Tom a shit-eating grin, daring him to come over and join you; you watched as he walked over to the work surface, crabbing an unused bottle of champagne and two flute glasses, popping open the cork, making you jump slightly as he laughed at you. 

Tom walked over with the items, placing on the surface outline the jacuzzi styled bath. You grasped your glass, taking a sip of the rich, gold liquid before throwing at Toms' face. Toms' face was stunned, trying to process the fact that he now had a face full of champagne, thrown at him by the women he hadn't stopped thinking about all week. He opened his eyes to see your smile radiating off your beautiful skin, your hand over your chest as you laughed hard. Your body was covered in pink tinted bubbles, the low hum of the jets filling the room along with the chilling music coming from your speakers.

"Oh, you are in trouble now missy," Tom said, walking closer to the bathtub, before you turned and pointed a single finger at him, stopping his motions.

Tom slowly stripped off his shirt, throwing it with your discarded pile of clothes, and staring at you deeply as he unbuckled his belt, making you gulp and think unsavoury thoughts. Your eyes shamelessly scanned his toned figure, hard muscles raging and bulging, his arm veins contorting with his movements as he climbed at the end of the bathtub opposite you; your heart was beating rapidly, afraid that it might burst out your ribcage, and your face was heated, more so due to the hot steam, but the hot, nearly naked man in front of you definitely contributed. You tried to calm your nerves by pouring yourself another glass of champagne, now chugging the whole glass, staring back at Tom as you sat in silence.

moments passed before either of you moved or spoke, you spent the time staring intently at each other, watching as Toms orbs would change colour and size the more he studied you. " You are so fucking beautiful Y/N," Tom whispered. You hummed in response, not knowing what to do or say in this situation. You and Tom had never put yourselves in this situation before, apart from a slow dance at your father annual gala once, you hadn't been this close, with few clothes on before.

You where cursed with over thinking, normally you would spend the whole day thinking and evaluating one sentence that someone had said to you the previous day, and you would plan out your actions and words in your head when you joined in conversation; but when you and Tom where like this, you didnt think much, to distracted by how he looked at you, like he was in love. So, without thinking or second-guessing, you moved forward, turning so your back was resting against his muscular chest, and his arms wrapped around your bare waist, fighting the urge to touch anything intimate and just keep calm, your head fell back onto toms neck, allowing room for Tom to lean down and plant a small kiss to your exposed neck. The action was gentle, although his intentions and thought where seemingly dirty, he wanted to treasure you first, and ruin you later. You gently hummed to the music, allowing Tom to feel the vibrations on your skin as he continued placing light kisses to your skin.

Tom traced his hands around your skin, before grabbing your waist gently and turning your body, now straddling Toms body with yours, placing your hands on each side of his chest, holding yourself up; the water level still covered your breasts, but Tom could still see the top of the soft, subtle skin, almost making him drool. You leaned forward, taking the dive towards his lips, as your chest fell flush against him, groaning at the contact of your bare nipples against him, lips locking in a slow, intimate kiss. The taste of his lips made you moan, and the way he worked around you made your skin set alight, shivering at his fingertips grazing the skin of your back, eager to firmly grab your ass.

Tom's lips travelled down to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin, no doubt causing his own mark, making you moan a little, causing Toms hands to become a little more adventurous. Your hands held onto Toms' shoulder, then other cupping the nape of his neck, tugging at his har when his hands cupped your flush ass cheeks, playing with them as he continued his attack on your neck. Tom was obsessed with marking you, wanting to remember the moment for as long as possible, and call you his girl and spend the rest of his days with you.

"This is crazy, Tommy," You moaned, you lips falling to his shoulder, biting lightly.

"I know, but you drive me fucking crazy, I've been thinking about you ever since i saw you. I know its crazy but i would be more than willing to give you everything you need, everything you want, i don't care about your father, i care about you, only you," He said, carefully brushing through your hair, soothing you as you listened to his affectionate words. Never in your life had any man confessed feelings like that to you, and you were smitten. The idea of building a relationship with Tom and being happy filled you with joy; you were ready, ready to give everything, to take everything and to be with him.

"I want you, Tommy," You whimpered.

"I want all of you, angel," He growled.

[minichedders]

lion and the lioness 0.1

mob!tom holland x reader

The Hollands controlled the South West of London, they where the most brutal and well-known mobster in London, they where dirty, and raised tot he top by cheating and killing; and your family, the Y/L/N, controlled the South East region, your father was easily just as strict and reprimanding as the Holland family, but our death toll was nothing compared to them.

Your father was a controlling and organised man, who adored both you and your older brother; however, he only taught your elder brother Noah all about the Mob business, and kept you completely in the dark, refusing to even keep you in the house when they had meetings. Of course, you couldn't blame him, you knew how dangerous it could be if you wound up in a bad situation, although your father had made you take up self-defence classes, he never let you carry a weapon.

Due to the money and lifestyle, you were used to lavish items; mostly clothes and decor, but occasionally a new car, makeup and jewellery. Your latest buy had been a dark red silk dress, complete with a low cut neck, thin straps and a loose gown bottom, with a not so modest thigh split; you had brought it for your fathers famous Gala that he hosted every summer, to celebrate his business trades and truces. It was your favourite event all year, mostly because daddy let you organise it. 

You had always had a keen eye for fashion, and decor was no exception- everything for this Gala had to be perfect, as you had a reputation to uphold. As you stepped back from the ballroom, your eyes scanned your handy work- pastel bouquets of flowers on each stand, white cloths and glitter lay beneath, strings of lights and white fabric hanging from the ceiling, complimenting the large chandelier in the middle of the large room, giving a pinkish glow to the atmosphere, making the centrepiece shine, an ice sculpture of the family heirloom, a Griffin, and the palace like staircase polished and lit up. The room looked like an extravagant array of posh white with a low hum of pastel pink, which was your signature go to. And towards the end of the ballroom was large french doors, with a few steps looking over the garden, which had also been lit up for the occasion, the pink rose archway glowing and the pool lights reflecting the entire patio, as well as the old fashioned lamposts that placed spotlights on the well-kept garden.

You loved this house and the garden, especially because your father let you decorate whichever room you wanted, keeping you busy with work and projects so you would interfere with the business; which you didnt mind, as it helped further your online portfolio and brought in new and rich clients for work. At this moment, Your father and brother walked in the tall doors, each of them coming to stand between you, looking over all your great work. Noah smiled and chuckled slightly, nudging your shoulder as the both of you giggled.

"so, what do you think, daddy?" you said, in your sweetest voice possible, you know he hated the colour pink, but you also knew he would do anything for his darling daughter.

"Beautiful darling, now go get ready, the guests will be arriving shortly," Your father responded, looking at you with pure admiration, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head in his chest as he placed a light kiss to your forehead.

"Love you, dad," 

"Love you too princess," 

Not long after you had finished your look for the night, the first couple of groups arrived, and you stood at the top of the staircase, watching their reactions to the room, making you feel happy and giddy. After a while, Noah came up the stairs to the balcony area and standing next to you.

"You look beautiful Y/N, and so does the ballroom, well done," He said, landing a gentle kiss to your check. You both stood in silence, watching over your father as he went around the room, speaking to everyone with a bright smile on his face.

"You know he invited the Hollands right?" Noah said, despite his father specifically telling him not to mention the Hollands to you. You weren't surprised at the fact your father had invited them, daddy was always the peaceful kind, well, as far as crime families go, he always wanted to join forces and create a bigger team - even if he did find that the Hollands where radical insects.

"But whether they turn up or not is more important right?" You said, turning to face Noah, now watching him as his face hardened, and his fists whitened against the rail. Your own hand came up to his, holding them as you cuddled into his side, it wasn't very often that you and Noah had time together, considering you father always ran off with him and you have stuck alone in the house.

"Well, i think we got our answer right there," Noah mumbled, pulling away from you and walking down the stairs to meet his father, as they both created the three boys that walked through the large oak door. You stayed watching, as always, capturing the eyes of the middle man, who was swaggering into the room with his twin brothers beside him. they looked so powerful, so young and fearless, and as you continued to lock eyes with the man, you were reminded of all the horror stories you heard of them, making you shudder and turn away, trying to discreetly hide in the garden.

-

moments had passed as you walked through the garden, staring up at the night sky, the large moon shining on you, and the cool breeze biting at your exposed skin. you ended up sitting around to the edge of the pool, weaving your hands around the small ripples, debating whether you should take your heels off and dip your feet in.

"Y/N!" Your thoughts were interpreted by your father, who stood with the same man you had stared so intently at by the French patio doors. Reluctantly, you stood, wiping your hands together to rid yourself of the added moisture.

Tom couldn't help but notice your single necklace that lay so delectably between your cleavage, nothing but a silver chain with a small dark blue stone. Its silver shone in the moonlight, and drew Tom eyes to your figure, examining it for all you had, noticing how the silk flowed around your legs as you walked, your heels clicking so loudly against the patio stone.

"Daddy," you said, reaching a hand to his shoulder and moving in to place a kiss on his cheek. You stood below them by one step, both of them having the advantage of cowering over you, making you feel small and vulnerable in the eyes of Tom.

"Angel, this is Tom Holland," Your father said, gesturing to the man beside him, holding a grudge in his tone as he did so. Toms face contorted to a smug, cocky grin that only grew as you brought your hand up to him to shake, and he took to place a gentle kiss, never once breaking eye contact.

"Yes well, come on Tom, there's plenty of other people for you to meet," Your father dragged, practically running away and finding someone to talk about and drink with. Tom managed to stay behind, still intently looking at you smirking. 

"Can i help you?" You snapped at him, growing tired of your shaking nerves; you wouldn't let him take control of you, not when he was in your own home.

"Woah princess, just being friendly is all'" He remarked, putting his hands up to surrender as you stepped up, now coming to meet his height equally, looking at him one last time before walking into the ballroom. 

Tom followed eagerly, watching your swaying figure make its way to the small dancefloor, where the band was playing soothing instrumental music. You were hoping to find one of your uncles or Noah to dance with, but you suddenly got swept away by Tom, whose hands stayed firmly put on your waist, no matter how much you fidget. You sighed in defeat, not wanting to upset father by causing a scene. The two of you both moved in sync to the music, and you tried to look anywhere but his eyes, but you could feel them boring into your soul.

"I had no idea you where this breathtaking," Tom whispered, moving closer towards you and tightening his grip. You now looked at him, in a moment of 'are you fucking serious', and scoffed at him, leading to him pressing his fingertips into your skin harshly, "don't be so disrespectful princess, i just gave you a compliment, now give me one," He smirked.

"Well, when i find you worthy of complimenting, you will be the first to know," You retorted, grabbing onto his hands and digging in your acrylic nails, marking his skin with crescent shapes as he winced slightly, losing his grip and allowing you to once again sneak away.

-

[minichedders]

finally

tom holland x reader

The sun was beating down on your skin, and you only prayed that this time around you would actually gain a nice tan, instead of just burn to a crisp like you normally did. The hot California air had everyone in a rut; the summer was so romantic, but the sticky heat made it impossible to be close to your loved ones without getting stuck to each other sweaty skin. 

You had always adored Tom, more than you admitted to yourself. You felt dizzy whenever you were alone with him, and whenever you found him watching you could feel your heart thump in response, calling out to him. You had bored Harrison and Jacob with your constant moaning about how you wanted to be in love, and how Tom was always in your head, no matter what you were doing, you always thought of him. And now you were laying next to him, your fingertips basically reaching out to each other without the other noticing, despite how much you yearned to touch him; his sweat glistened skin shined in the sunlight, defining his abs and making him look bigger and stronger. You tried to distract yourself by reading your book, but you had skimmed your eyes over the same sentence about 7 times with no actual conception on what the words were actually saying. You placed the book down with a heavy sigh.

"Tom I can't believe you're forcing me to sit in the sun all day i hate you," I mumbled, laying on my back, legs, and arms straight, smiling as i listened to him gasp dramatically.

"Sorry Y/N, but i didnt bring you guys out here to moan all damn day," He replied, and you, Harrison and Jason laughed. Tom had a short break before filming for his new movie and decided to invite you and Harrison over to enjoy the California heatwave. Tom had always been generous with his earning, and although you insisted multiple times that you didnt like him spending money on you, he always ignored you and brought you lavish gifts and items from his travelling, knowing that you would love them no matter what.

"I'm wearing like factor 30 and is burning, i can feel it. You have doomed me Holland," You said, sighing and turning onto your front, your head now facing tom as he sat up, already looking at you. It wasn't the first time you had caught him staring at you, and in fact Harrison as well; you were wearing a simple white strappy triangle bikini top with the matching high rise thong bottoms, and considering the boys had spent the past three months peer pressuring you to go to the gym, you looked good.

You laughed at him, watching his checks shade to a light red, but you mostly blamed it on the weather. You sat on your knees, stretching as you reached for your sunglasses.

"Fancy a swim, boys?" You spoke, looking over at Jacob, who had fallen asleep, and Harrison who was deep in focus reading his book. You trailed your eyes to tom and grabbed his open hand, dragging him towards the water, "Come on then Holland, it's just us,"

"Just how i like it," Tom said, making you stop in your tracks and look back at him, scanning the smug smile he plastered on his face, luckily, he couldn't see how wide your eyes had gone due to your darkened glasses.

"Cheeky," You replied before letting go of his hand and running off into the water, getting to waist height before diving in. You broke up to the surface, brushing your hair back and placing your glasses on top of your head, living in the moment as the warm water enveloped your skin, small droplets rolling off your body, and the dampness already beginning to evaporate from the blistering sun, your skin finally felt cool, and as if you were bathing in cool after sun cream.

Looking back, you couldn't find Tom, you shrugged it off, assuming that he went back to rest; that was until you felt hands grab your calves, making you kick back, yelling loudly. Tom came out of the water, holding his shoulder and wincing in pain.

"You kicked me!" He shouted, groaning in pain, you were laughing at him, which only frustrated him further, and in response splashed a load of water towards your direction, making you stand cold to your spot. 

"You fucking asshole!" You screeched, creating a bigger splash back at him, already turning around and preparing to swim off, laughing again. You had gained quite a distance from Tom, but you both knew he was a faster swimmer, and you knew you where doomed by the fact that his large hands where already wrapped tight around your waist, causing goosebumps to appear, but you pretended to not notice the chill as you frantically tried to escape his grasp. You both started screaming and yelling at each other, in between laughs, earning wired looks from the people around you and catching the attention of Harrison, who slapped Jacob awake to stare at the both of you.

"Do you think he's going to tell her?" Jacob asked Harrison in his thick American accent, sitting closer to Harrison to get a better view between the busybodies of the beach.

"I fucking hope so, i can't take his whining and pinning any longer, or hers for that matter, you are so lucky you live over here and don't have to go home with the soppy twats," Harrison muttered, laying back down and returning his attention to his book as Jacob stayed sitting, watching his two friends play fight with each other. He thought that you two really did look like a couple, even from this far away, he could see how your body fit together perfectly, and he also knew that knew that Tom wasn't going to find another girl like Y/N, especially one that was shorter than him.

"Tom! Let me go," You demanded, now standing still, feeling the warmth of Toms embrace, and the hard muscles against your back, with his head resting within the crook of your neck.

"Only if you admit defeat and say you love me," Tom said, and you could hear the mischievousness dripping from his lips as he said the words. You rolled your eyes, which Tom could sense as his smile lit up even more.

"In your dreams, Tommy boy," You said, once again trying to push yourself out of his grasp, but his fingers began to lightly dig into your skin, wrapping them around your stomach so his palms lay flat against your skin - no doubt feeling the small goosebumps that arose the surface as he continued to touch you in such close proximity. Suddenly your head began to spin and your heart thumped, and it was suddenly just you and Tom in the whole world. Like there was no crazed, obsessive fans that hated you for how close you were to Tom, there was no paparazzi whenever you would go out, and there was no doubt in your mind that you were true, madly crazy for Tom Holand. You leaned your head back onto toms collar bone, turning your head to the side to look at him, and found him staring deep into your eyes. the only noise you could comprehend was the gentle ocean waves and the thumping of your heart, which felt as it if was climbing out of your throat. Your eyes flicked to Toms pink lips, and back to his big brown eyes, that seemed to be almost begging for you; both of your faces grew closer to each other as you felt his heavy breath fan across your cheek, and you became short.

When your lips connected, the world around you stopped. There was only you and Tom. He was the only thing that mattered right now, as your body turned, now chest to chest with Tom, feeling his hard chest against your soft one, and his hands dragging up and down your back; the kiss got more deep and heated as you both let each other in, completely submitting to him, finally. You had almost forgotten that you two were at the beach, almost. that's when Harrison and Jacob began running up to you both, screaming and shouting 'Hallelujah' and going crazy joining you two in the water as you all began laughing, Toms hands never leaving your body.

"Never thought either of you would grow the balls," Harrison said, playfully punching Tom on the shoulder, forcing Tom to let go of his hold of you as the two boys began to play fight, making you laugh as Tom was clearly trying to show off to you, and failing miserably. 

"He's bat shot crazy about you y'know," Jacob whispered to you. You turned to him with stunned eyes. You almost thought about starting a fight with Jacob.

"Could've fucking told me when i was pouring my heart out to you weeks ago you ass," You said, gently shoving at his side as he smiled at you.

"You Brits are fucking crazy," Jacob retorted, making you shrug and agree with him as you both returned to see Tom and Harrison trying to drown each other in the water, making you sigh in defeat.

"Boys, that enough!" You clapped, getting their attention like little puppies.

"Absolute children," you muttered, turning back to walk to your set up back on the sand. Both Tom and Harrison watched you as you stepped out, looking like something from a Bond movie, the water droplets rolling down your body, your hips swaying and your skin shining in the golden sun. Tom felt his heart warm as he watched you. 

Finally, he thought.

[minichedders]

protection

Sebastian stan x reader

part 1.

a.n : this is one hell of a slow burn btw

The rhythmic pattern of the raindrops against the windshield made Sofias’ head spin with sleepiness, and her eyes almost stinging and your head limp, she was beyond tired, and the blaring lights passing from other cars burned in the back of her eyelids. But what kept Sofia awake more than anything was the constant murmur of the engine and the even louder and more annoying hum of the person driving it. Sebastian's fingers constantly tapped out of rhythm against the steering wheel, bopping his head lightly to his made-up tune, Sofia deeply sighed, hoping to catch his attention and make him aware that right now he was the most irritating and irrelevant person on earth to her, but he only continues, even louder and more obnoxiously with a sly smirk on his face.

“You know if we have to live with each other from now on you're gonna have to learn to shut up,” Sofia said, coming out in more of a bitchy tone than she intended, not that she minded at all. Sebastian didn't reply, only let out a laugh and turned on the radio, to which Sofia immediately turned it off.

“Likewise you are going to have to stop being a spoiled brat,” He replied, putting the radio back on, but turned the volume down t a quiet hum, blocking out the now torrential rain dropping on the car roof. Sofia didn't recognise the smooth song on the radio, but she listened nonetheless, hearing the slow, calm beat made her eyes finally flutter and her head falls back onto the less than comfortable seat.

When she woke, the sun was breaking over the countryside, hills and field filled with the greenest grass and yellow wheat, and the sun's reflection upon them and made the land look something out a perfect photograph. The radio was still playing quietly, to quiet for her to hear the words but enough to feel the music vibrate the small speakers beside her.

“Have we been driving all night?” She asked, stretching her arms and legs as much as the small car space would allow her, catching the attention of Sebastian, who took a while to comprehend her message, only relying on a small grunt that Sofia only took as a begrudging ‘yes’. While Sofia lent her head back against the shaking window, she let out  deep sigh, thinking about her mother, her brother and the fact that if she had just moved with her grandparents across the country like she was supposed to do, she wouldn't be stuck in this car with a basic stranger; her life was a mess. Well, technically she didn't exist anymore, a whole fiasco with a car crash, now she was ‘Jessica’. And before Sofia could stop, a small sob escaped her lips as her eyes welled up with water, trying her hardest to gain control of her emotions, not wanting to break down front of a stranger, more than once; but it was too late, because Sebastian stopped the car, turning his body towards the girl that was now cradling her knees, looking so small and vulnerable. He didn't say anything, because he knew that she wouldn't want him to say anything; he doubted she even remembered he was here. As they both sat in silence, Sebastian couldn't help but admire how beautiful Sofia was, and how amazingly beautiful her life would've been if her family had any inkling of normality running through their veins, instead of or heroin and alcohol. Sebastian knew that he couldn't get attached, especially not in any romantic way, it was risky and dangerous, and in this line of work, if you took risks, you died; but he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort when he looked into her deep green eyes.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian whispered, not fully knowing what he should say to her, in any other situation he would avoid talking about the prohibited subject and get on with the protection programme, but he knew that she couldn't fully resolve her mind unless she talked to someone about it.

"Why are you sorry? You don't even know me," Sofia retorted, still not giving Sebastian a lenient attitude. She was being harsh and she knew it, and she wanted to apologise to him but her stubbornness wouldn't let her.

"Doesn't mean i don't care about you, and you are crying in my car so of course I'm going to say something," 

"I'm not crying,"

"Hey, it ok you know. You don't have to be strong right now, I'm here for you, not because it's my job, but because this whole protection programme would be a lot smoother if we got on," Sebastian sighed, noticing the way her breathing slowed the more he talked, as if she was becoming accustomed to his voice, to which he nearly blushed.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry, i just can't believe this is happening, i have to leave everything behind, everyone i love, just because of one mistake i didnt even make," Sofia started t open up, now relaxing her body, and allowing herself to face Sebastian, but too worried that if she made eye contact she might break down and flood the car with her emotions.

"It's alright darling, well get to the house and sleep, and then we can go through everything in the morning, we both need to rest," He said, gently leaning his hand over to hers, resting over the top and rubbing her smooth skin with his thumb.

The engine of the car roared to life a few minutes after, and now the radio was dimmed down to almost silence. Sofia went back to looking out the left-hand side window, a small and grateful smile on her face. At last, the agency had the decency to set her up with someone attractive.

[minichedders]

daisy

Chris Evans x reader

Working with Chris was a mission and a half. Sometimes you wanted to strangle his weirdly thick neck, and the other times you wanted to climb him like a bear on a tree. It want completely a secret, in fact you got constantly teased by your other co-workers, and sometimes Chris as well; he would always find little things amusing like your constant state of blushing, giggles and hair ticks, he found you utterly adorable and cute, and although he never admitted it to anyone he fancied you like hell.

right now, you were busy putting up Christmas decorations, getting ready for your favourite holiday season. The Christmas lights mad the room shine and the fancy decorations and tinsel brought a cosier and home-like feeling to the upbeat bar, and although there wasn't a grand tree in the corner, due to crises near fire hazard mishap last year, there was a small white, shimmering tree on the counter. Your body was leaning against the edge railing of a large step ladder, your arms reaching high above the counter to pin up the string with attacked hooks on to place the Christmas cards the company would receive from regulars and friends.

Meanwhile, Chris was serving at the bar, shamelessly watching your body upright and stretched, your white blouse coming loosed from your black pencil skirt, allowing him to see an inch or so of your waist, which was undoubtedly covered in goosebumps. While Chris' only customer grabbed his drinks and sat with his company, Chris came to the opposite side of the bar, by the side of your ladder, holding onto the frame and looking up at you in awe. The light above coloured your face, and your skin shone, exposing the freckles and light sheen f har around the edge of your hairline and eyebrows, you where too busy to notice Chris staring at you, but as you almost began to lose balance, you felt his large, warm hand grasp your thigh, holding you still. The action nearly made you fall even more, and a loud curse fell from your lips as you braced your body against the nearby pillar.

"Woah Woah Woah, steady there honey," Chris spoke in his godlike silky voice, making your eyes roll. You looked down at him and saw his other hand placed by your foot on the ladder, his other hand still occupied at your thigh, though his grip was a lot less firm and more gentle, giving you a slight tingle.

"Back up cowboy, I'm capable you know, i wasn't the one who set fire to the Christmas tree last year was i?" You retorted, shifting your leg away slight;y, preparing yourself for the wave of coldness that replaced his warm hand. You looked back up to the string, returning to your job as you heard him chuckle below you.

"No, but that doesn't mean you won't fall,"

"Hey, Chris!" Someone shouted both of you looked over to the source, finding your best friend standing in the office doorway watching the escapade between the two of you; leaving a slight heat to form in your cheeks as you once again faced the wall and continued working. Chris saw you blushing, and pent a while smiling at you, captured in his awe before he felt your friend, Venessa, drag him away from you, shouting at you to watch the till.

Chris and Vanessa escaped into the office room, as Vanessa began squealing.

"Tell me you got it!" Venessa said, almost jumping up and down with excitement as she clapped her hands at Chris, her grin as wide as a river.

"Yes yes, now what?" Chris said, reaching his hand into his jean pocket and pulling out the small gift, neatly wrapped and labelled to you. He and Vanessa had been discussing the best way to confess his feelings to you once and for all, and after all Vanessa complicated and quite inappropriate plans and ideas, they had the perfect one.

Chris had searched far and wide for the perfect necklace, knowing that you would only want a small ornament, nothing big and chunky, just neat and simple. A small silver ring with a daisy on top, included with another silver band ring, with an inconspicuous date engraved on the inner side, not too tacky and big, just neat and simple, he had seen your vast collection of different rings and other jewellery types, and with help from Vanessa, she helped pick out the perfect set.

Before you go too suspicious, both of them came out of the office, still whispering and snickering to each other, giving you a nasty jealous pang in the chest. A frown became permanent during your last two hours of the long shift, and although both of them noticed, they didnt act upon it, scared they would blow the secret.

-

3 weeks later and it was your last shift for the Christmas break. For the last weeks, you had frequently seen Vanessa and Chris become close, always chatting in private and winking to each other, they thought you didnt notice, but each time you did, your face fell and our attitude changed; you had managed to keep away from the both, enough to avoid any questions, but your mind felt empty, and you weren't feeling as contempt for the holidays as you used too. As your shift slowly drew to an end, Vanessa had decided to play some slow Christmas music through the jukebox, and whilst you where quietly singing and dancing to 'Baby its cold outside', all the other staff members disappeared, and the room lay empty and dark, the only light coming from the colourful fairy lights planted around the room. You moved from behind the bar into the middle of the room, turning and looking around in sign for anyone, and out the corner of your eyes... Chris.

Dressed up in a horrible Christmas jumper and blue jeans, a red Santa's hat on his head, making his hair flop onto his forehead, reminding you of a hat-wearing jock. You would laugh, but the tone coming from his aura felt uncertain, whilst neither of you spoke a word, Chris began moving in closer, each step making your heart beat a little faster. Your eyes were locked onto his baby blues, and they were so captivating you didnt even notice the small blue wrapped box in his hand, like you, his eyes were glued to yours. Your emotions were running wild, and your heart began thumping in our ears, ow blocking the background music as you were completely and utterly focused on the man in front of you, now only a few inches away as his body towards over yours.

"Y/N," your name fell from his lips, almost making you moan, the effect he had on you was diabolical, and in fact should be considered illegal. H eyes now moved towards his hand, and you followed too, your breath picking up as you aw the blue box. "This -" He said, bringing the box up to your level, "is for you,"

You were left speechless, completely immobile as our brain was raking miles of information a minute. after another name drop from lips, you came back to reality, bringing your shaking hands up to his, opening the blue box and gasping at the contents. The silver rings where so beautiful and the small daisy shone out at you, its silver face reflecting the lights around it, enhancing its beauty. Tears threatened to swell in your eyes as you picked both of the rings up, your mouth agape.

"Chris," You whispered, closely inspecting the gifts, noticing the date engraved, 04.23.17. You looked back at him, about to ask what the significance of the date meant, but he beat you too it, grabbing the rings and holding your hand, placing them gently onto your right ring finger.

"This, is the exact date, that i fell completely in love with everything about you," He said, his voice low and quiet, looking deep into your eyes as once again you were speechless. Chris loved you. What. The. Fuck.

Before any other aspect of your body could react, you threw your arms around his neck and gently placed your lips on his. The tingling from your lips travelled throughout your body, giving you shivers and butterflies; you felt as if you were on fire, your skin hot and flushed and your body pressed against Chris'. His hands slid over your waist, holding your hips as you two gently kissed one another, living in the special, romantic and happy moment; before you where interrupted by a loud sound of cheering and applause from the other side of the room, where all your co-workers stood, with party poppers and whistles, all happy faces looking at you and Chris finally commit yourself to each other.

During the commotion, you looked back at Chris, gaining his attention. You brought your hand up to his cheek, gently caressing his slight stubble as you stood on your tippy toes, planting another kiss on his cheek, "I love you too,"