Jul 19, 2024
TOM ANGSTTT
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TOM ANGSTTT
Tw for panic attack imagery, emotional repression, and depression(????)
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DON’T BLAME ME — tom riddle x potter! slytherin! f! reader
CONTENT WARNING: blood/ death/ toxic/ angst/ brotherly conflict
SUMMARY: when your brother distances himself from you because of the house you had been sorted into, a certain slytherin swept you up in his arms and pieces your pieces back together.
WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1465 words/ 7 minutes
A/N: the timeline/ storyline is a completely different in this one just to fit into the story.
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𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘯
"FLEAMONT, PLEASE," YOU tugged on your brother's wrist as you collapsed onto your knees.
you had just finished the welcoming feast and got sorted into slytherin.
"don't touch me," he spat, shaking you off his arm, "no sister of mine would ever be sorted into slytherin."
and here he was, throwing you off himself onto the cold floor, just because you were sorted into a different house from him.
you were on the floor in the middle of the secluded corridor, your slytherin tie suddenly too tight for your liking as you felt your throat closing in on you.
you struggled to loosened it as your eyes stinged with tears.
what you had not realised was that someone had witnessed the interaction between you and your brother.
'vulnerable and easily manipulated' that person thought with a smirk on his face.
"are you alright?" a boy you recognised from the platform earlier asked, holding a hand out to help you up.
"tom, tom riddle," the boy introduced himself with a devilish grin on his face.
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦
"are you sure?" you frowned, "we shouldn't be here, even if you are a prefect."
"of course my love, i'm a prefect, we won't get caught." tom urged you to cross the barrier into the restricted section of the library.
𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
"your grades have slipped ms potter," professor slughorn scolded as you rest your weight on one leg standing in front of him, trying to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
your grades were only declining because you were spending your time researching more about horcruxes.
𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
"what's happening to you y/n?" fleamont stopped you while in the hallway, talking to you for the first time in months.
"as if you give a shit," you cursed.
fleamont's brows came to a furrow, you were never one to spew such lewd words like that. your father and mother had always reprimanded you whenever you were out of line or said something improper.
"y/n, stop messing around with riddle. he's bad influence."
"fuck you," you bumped shoulders with him and flashed him the finger when you saw tom behind fleamont.
"that's my girl," tom smirked proudly as he wrapped his hands around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head.
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
"watch where you're going mudblood," you seethed as the first year scurried to pick his things off the floor.
"s-sorry," the boy stuttered.
"yea, you better be," you scoffed as you walked away, not before kicking one of the gryffindor's books that was in your way to the side.
𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
"tommy?" you called out.
"hmm?" he looked up from the book you had stolen from the restricted section.
"i've been hearing these voices in my head. they've been telling me things like eliminating mudbloods." you rubbed your temples, trying to ease the headaches you had been having recently.
"that's because it's your conscious telling you what you're meant to do." tom explained.
"oh. really?" you tilted your head sideways, "is that...a good thing?"
"of course it is my love," tom patted his lap and opened his arms for you.
what you did not know however, was that tom had recently mastered legilimency.
𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
you followed tom through the dark and grimey tunnels.
"where are we tommy? it looks awfully dodgy," you grimaced at the water dripping from above you.
the wind was suddenly knocked out of you and everything faded to black.
you woke up to see yourself floating above the ground in a foreign environment, a golden shimmer surrounding you as you were gently lowered back onto your feet.
you blinked hardly and saw a ravenclaw girl who's skin was a pale blue laying by yours' and tom's feet lifelessly.
𝘪 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘷𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘺
"w-what's happened tommy?" you panicked.
"not to worry my love, just know that you will always belong to me." tom's pupiles darkened.
"but i already did?" you looked up at him with confused innocent puppy dog eyes, and that was when tom knew that you were his greatest weakness and biggest strength.
𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺
"why can't nott do it? why must it be me?" you pouted as you followed tom around the malfoy manor.
"what have i said about whining?" tom sat by the foot of the bed.
"sorry, m'lord," you kneeled in front of him, resting on your calves.
"only you can kill fleamont, only he trusts you enough." tom crossed his arms, "unless you do not wish to prove your loyalty to me..." he trailed off.
𝘪'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺
"no! of course not," you gasped as you shook your head, "i'll do it, i'll kill my brother."
"good girl," tom let your head rest on his thigh as he stroked your hair.
𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺
"y/n, we can talk this through, we can settle this. mother and father will forgive you, just lower your wand," fleamont trembled as you cornered him after disarming him with an expelliarmus.
"talk this through? you left me for shit when i got sorted into slytherin. i had to find where i belong."
𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
"this isn't you. tom corrupted you, he infiltrated your mind and is using you to rise to power. can't you see that?"
"you don't know anything about me. tom loves me." you held your wand to your brother's neck.
"you'll regret this," fleamont choked out, his throat gasping for air.
"no i won't." you whispered as you cast one of the unforgivable curses.
𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦
"did i do a good job?" you dropped your brother's body in front of tom.
"absolute wonderful, my lady," tom praised.
𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦
"thank you, my lord," you bowed as tom nudged his head to your bedroom upstairs, signifying he would show you just how well of a job you had done soon.
you practically skipped to the bedroom, your blood stained clothes in a pile on the floor, long forgotten.
𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺
you wrists were binded behind your back as you were walked down the corridors of azkaban prison.
you were thrown into an interrogation room where an auror interrogated you.
"why'd you kill your brother? your own flesh and blood. does the guilt not eat you alive?"
you remained silent.
𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵)
"you were a beauxbatons student up until fourth year. always a brilliant student. what happened potter? i know this isn't your doing alone. help us catch riddle then we can get a plea deal."
you continued remaining silent.
by now the auror was growing impatient. head auror shacklebolt had been on his arse recently, threatening firing him if he did not catch riddle soon.
wanting a confession out of you, the auror had his hands raised, about to come in contact with your cheek when the doors to the interrogation room opened.
"shacklebolt wants a word with her," a man in a prison gaurd uniform informed.
"very well," the auror rereated his hand quickly for fear of being written up and nudged you roughly to stand up.
"go on then," the auror beckoned and collasped onto the chair he was sitting on dejectedly.
the prison gaurd gripped onto your arm and walked you through the prison.
another prison guard soon joined the two of you.
as you walked passed the window, the moonlight that shone through the glass reflected the two guards' facial features, revealing two men you knew too well.
𝘰𝘩, 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺
"hello my lady," nott and lestrange tipped their head to greet you.
𝘪'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
"i told you you'd belong to me forever didn't i?" tom accepted your hug when nott and lestrange apparated you into the malfoy manor.
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Darling: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Word count: 1,8k words
Requested: No.
Summary: Imagine Tom calling another woman “darling” even though it’s his nickname for you, and you end up having to talk it out with Tom - much to his glee.
Warnings: Reader overthinking things, use of wayyy too many pet names [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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You were his darling- you had been for almost eighteen months now. Any time he would talk to you or about you he would refer to you as darling or his darling. Rarely was it your name, and he would even go as far as acting confused when interviewers, friends or family referred to you as his girlfriend, only correcting them and saying "Oh! You mean my darling Y/n?" afterwards.
It had also gotten you through many tough times; bringing immense reassurance in times of uncertainty, great calm in times of stress, and an overwhelming calm on restless nights where all you could do was toss and turn in bed.
"What's your name, darling?" you turn towards your boyfriend, thinking that he called for you, "Should I write your name?" seeing Tom leaning over the cluttered table and smiling at the young woman who's shirt you'd just signed, your own smile falling at the realization.
Finishing up with the signature, Tom laughs at something the girl says before biding her goodbye and greeting the young boy next in line. You frown, an ache in your chest which you only ever feel while reading a very sad book tugging at your heartstrings.
It was stupid, really, to be upset over a simple nickname. But... it didn't feel simple or irrelevant to you, not after the comfort it kept giving you in your darkest moments.
You cover it up with a half smile, turning back towards the two girls in front of you, the last ones in the line. "Hey," you greet them with faked excitement. They both giggle before one of them, the one you presumed to be older, started gushing over your role in the new Loki show.
"Did you already know that you were getting the part when you were filming Ragnarok?" the younger one asks and you look up from the necklace they had given you with a now genuine smile.
"Well, no. Not entirely, anyway," you laugh, "but they could hardly introduce a love interest and not continue the story, right?" you wink.
Pulling your hair over one shoulder and putting the chain with the purple pendant around your neck, you thank the girls again. They smile at you even wider, not seeming to believe that you wore it, "It reminded us of your suit!" the older one quips, "It's so cool that you have a new 'Shadowbreaker suit' for the show, and not the same one as in the movie."
"Aw, yeah, I know. We had a full mood board for the new suit, and besides, the tight letter and cape don't make me look half bad." you all laugh, they nod in agreement before waving goodbye and walking over to Tom.
Getting tapped on the shoulder, you turn to see one of the convention workers standing behind you. You smile at him in greeting, "Ms. Y/l/n, we have your shuttle ready to take you to the panel- just through those doors there." he nods to the side, gesturing at a pair of metal double doors in the back of the hall.
You move to stand, flatting out the short purple dress you had worn to honor your character, "Thank you," you look down and inspect the id-card hanging around his neck, "Robert."
Walking through the emergency exit doors your smile falls, no longer having to fake happiness as you walked over to the cart. Sitting on the back of it you look up at your security, Eddy, leaning against it.
"You alright?" he asks, arms crossed over his chest. Inspecting you over the rim of his sunglasses, he sees you leaning over your knees and taking calming breaths.
"Umm- Yeah. Sure, I'm just tired after all this." your hand points towards the back of the large building, you cart being parked in a loading alley.
"Uhu, sure." he comments, and you scowl up at him, "I've worked for you for what? Four years?" he smiles.
"Almost five, and you know I hate it when you say that," you hit his arm gently, a smile growing on your face.
"What I mean is- I know you, Y/n. Which means that I also knows when your lying to me. You get that deep wrinkle between your brows when your tired," his laugh is boisterous as he flicks you with a finger between the brows.
"Hey! I do not!" it's time for you to cross your arms defensively now. Eddy lifts a brow at you, eyes widening as if asking 'oh, really'. You take a breath, looking down at your feet and then up again, "Okay, you win Eddy. It's just- it's To-"
You sit up straight as the metal doors open once more, this time Tom and Robert walk out and head the short distance to you. "Darling!" Tom greets, both him and Eddy noting the way you try to hide your flinch.
Your boyfriend's eyebrows scrunch together in question as he sits down next to you, Eddy and Robert sitting in the front. The team of security following your boyfriend fit into an identical cart behind yours, following as Robert started driving towards the part of the building with the large stage.
"You okay, darling?" Tom inquires, you being successful at hiding the second involuntary flinch it sent through your body. You just nod slowly, hearing Eddy tell Tom that you were just tired. Oh, God bless you, Eddy!
You couldn't help but feel betrayed in some weird way, him sharing something that meant so much to you with other people.
Getting through the panel without problem, forgetting your sadness in the moments that Tom pulled you closer or held your hand, you got to you hotel room just after the darkness had set.
Damn him for still having such sway over you even when he hurt you. He hadn't even noticed!
"Should we just order room service and watch movies tonight?" Tom asks after locking the hotel door, saying goodnight to your security who had the surrounding rooms. Planning on ignoring your sadness from today and hoping to get over it, you nod with a smile before going to take off your makeup.
Toweling your face and applying moisturizer, you allow your thoughts to run wild. "Fuck," you sigh, thinking back to the time you and Tom had agreed on talking about your feelings and problems to avoid fights, and knew you had to talk to him about this.
Changing into one of Tom's long sleeved shirts which went to your mid-thigh, you sat against the pillows on your side of the bed. Taking a calming breath to prepare for the conversation you were about to have, you pull your hands into the sleeves and blow a hot breath against your knuckles.
"Tom?" you call into the suite, your boyfriend coming to stand in the doorway, "We need to talk." you cringe immediately, sounding like some teen drama show.
"Did something happen? Is everything okay?" his eyes widen in slight panic as he sat down opposite you on the middle of the bed, "Did I do something?" You lay a calming hand on his leg to slow his thoughts.
"Well, I wanted to talk about today," Tom scrunches his nose in confusion, "I wasn't just tired today, I was-"
You took a breath and looked up at Tom, meeting his gaze he takes your hand in both of his and squeezing it reassuringly. "I was hurt by what you said to that girl. And I don't know if i-" there was a knock on the room, interrupting you.
The man in front of you looked between you and the door, torn between what to do. On one hand he wanted nothing more than to listen to what you were saying, but he also knew that they wouldn't leave if he didn't open. "It's the room service," he explains.
He must have rung down whilst you were getting ready. You nod, squeezing his hand as another set of knocks sounded through the suite. "Go. I will still be here when you come back," you try to joke but knowing that Tom wasn't in any mood to find it funny. You offer a weak smile in consolation, instead.
He moves out the room, not turning his back to you and keeping his sight at you before almost running to get the door.
You can hear muffled voices from the sitting room, wrapping your arms around yourself as you wait. Hearing the door closing and hurried steps heading in your direction, you stand to leave the room.
Shaking his head in no, Tom leads you back to the bed and sits you both down without a word. "But the food, Tom?"
"It can wait. This can't." he shrugs before nodding at you to continue.
"Okay," you bite your bottom lip in thought, how should you phrase this, "I guess I just thought the whole 'darling' thing was kind of our thing..." you whisper, embarrassed.
Tom looks at you quizzically, "Y/n..." you choose to interrupt him before he can finish,
"I know! I know! It's a normal thing, and I swear it's not that I'm jealous because I know you love me, but... It just means a lot to me- it's come to mean a lot to me, thanks to you, and it kind of caught me off guard is all." a small self-deprecating chuckle escapes your lips.'
Looking into his eyes, you see a tentative grin growing on his lips, "Oh! What now? I know it's stu-"
Pressing his lips against yours, choking out any chance you had at continuing, he wraps his hands behind your neck and in your hair. Pulling you closer into him, he lets a small laugh escape through your meshing lips.
"You are the cutest thing, pet." he smiles, keeping you close even after pulling away to talk. You search his face for any hint of his own thoughts but saw nothing except that stupidly wide grin and a sparkle in his eye.
"What?" you breathe, unsure of what was happening.
"Of course it's an 'us thing', darling, I just didn't know it meant that much to you," he gives you a series of soft pecks on your nose.
All you can do is nod, "Well then, darling," he drawls with a thick accent, "I won't do it again, ever. Will that make you happy, pet?"
Insecurity takes over you, convincing you that perhaps you were overreacting to something insignificant. "I don't want you to have to change anything," you murmur.
"I dont have to do anything, Y/n. I want to. I want to do it if it will make you happy, besides, I want the entire world to know that you, and only you, are my darling."
You nod, finally smiling at him and giving him one finally kiss, "Now, can we please eat?"
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, and I might make Eddy a recurring character for when the reader needs her own security team/security guard! Hope you like it!
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LOVED YOUR TOM RIDDLE. Can I please request a arranged marriage au where yn is in love with him but he hates her so when she decides to let him go or someone else wants to marry her, Tom finally realises he’s in love with her. happ ending :))))
my heart belongs to you | tom riddle
pairing: tom x black!reader
word count: 3,3k
summary: where tom and y/n are in an arranged marriage
a/n: i'm so sorry for being so inactive recently, uni is taking its toll on me.. i had to do a bit of research for this one and also tom is a pureblood here!
warnings: toxic relationship, violence
universe: harry potter
“Get out of my sight, will you?”, he angrily snaps at you out of nowhere, for the third time already on this still very early day. Furiously, he stomps past you, pushing you to the side harshly, the filled glasses on your tray swaying dangerously. Knowing that you should just leave him alone, you stand there completely frozen at the door, still feeling the breeze on your skin after he stormed past you.
The glasses clink on the serving tray as you try to keep your trembling hands under control, but you terribly fail while tears shoot into your eyes. A lump forms in your throat and you gasp in desperation, losing your composure after hearing the front door slam shut.
Slowly, you slump down and therefore with a loud rattle let happen what could have been foreseen already: a thousand shattered pieces of glass scattered across the floor around you while you cower against the wall, your elegant dress pulled over your knees, your forehead leaning against it. Heavy sobs rock through your body and tears find their way down your cheeks, dripping from your chin onto the expensive fabric of your dress.
You just wanted to spend some time with him. Together, in the house of your parents, who went on a daily trip with their close friends early in the morning, all part of the most notorious popular pureblood families in the wizarding world – the Nott’s, the Macmillan’s, the Malfoy’s, the Lestrange’s. And if his parents were still alive, probably with the Riddle’s as well.
This is primarily the reason why you even are in this position right now; crying and huddled in the living room because your fiancé hates you profoundly.
After graduating from Hogwarts last year, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you, descendant of the pureblood Black family, got engaged to Tom Marvolo Riddle, the last living heir of the Riddle’s. He would offer you a good future, they said, and you would never have to worry about anything again.
But nobody knows that in reality, your own beloved fiancé really does not want to have anything to do with you. He does not even want to stay in the same room as you.
You can’t explain why he acts like this towards you. You do not know why he harbors such an abysmal hatred for you and any clear-headed, rational person would have done something about it long ago. Unfortunately for you, you feel the exact opposite for him.
Your heart belongs to him and only to him.
You have liked him since you first met him at Hogwarts, back in 1938, when the two of you were sorted into the Slytherin house. This initial friendly liking has quickly evolved into something more than that over the years and lead you to where you are now, at a point where you would have never seen yourself back then.
You have already tried everything to convince him that you are not as bad as he seems to think. Every morning you bring him his breakfast, you give him everything he needs. Even when you were still at Hogwarts, you always looked after him, finished his homework for him when he was too busy to do it by himself, and helped him pass all of his exams.
And not once did you hear a thank you. Not then and not now either.
Slowly gathering your thoughts together again, you rub the long sleeves of your velvet dress over your damp face, wiping away all of your tears before you get up on shaky legs and begin to clean up the mess that you have created. After you went back to the kitchen with the broken pieces and some injuries on your hands, your gaze longingly slides out the window.
Outside, the sun stands high over the magnificent garden of the mansion, making the clear water in the fountain shimmer in its bright light. A gentle breeze blows through the air and rustles through the perfectly cut trees that line a small path through the garden.
The loud, excited voices that suddenly roar through the house snap you out of your daydream and you quickly wipe the blood from your fingers before you step into the huge marble entrance hall. You arrive at the front door just in time to open it for your parents, who, to your surprise, did not come back alone. You are amazed to find not too familiar faces in front of you as they climb up the stairs to the door where you are still standing.
“And that has to be Y/N. Oh, how you have grown!”, an older man smiles friendly at you and you return his smile with a certain uncertainty in your face.
“Darling, we brought guests over for dinner today. You surely remember the Lestranges?”, your father announces happily and only now do the faces that you have seen at numerous balls and celebrations seem familiar again. Especially one.
“Reinhard?”, you ask in amazement when you spot him standing behind his parents, a big smile on his face when he sees you.
“Y/N, how nice to see you again”, he grins, carefully pushing his way past your parents in order to slightly bow venerably to you, taking your hand in his to place a kiss on the back of it. “It has been some time.”
“I am sure you have a lot to tell each other”, your mother mentions in a sweet voice, but before she can continue, she watches how your facial expression changes from one second to the other as you look past them, out into the yard.
Next to the carriage with which they have returned, Tom is standing now, petting one of the splendid noble white horses before he joins all of you.
“Tom! There you are, I was already wondering where you went”, your father says, visibly pleased when he too spotted his future son-in-law, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
“Reinhard?”
“Tom?”
Within a few seconds, the two former best friends lay in each other’s arms, obviously happy to finally see the other again.
“Let us go inside. We want to show you our newest masterpiece of art in our wonderful collection, come on”, your mother announces happily and leads the Lestranges inside, but not without turning around to you once more. “The children can catch up on what they have missed.”
“I can’t believe it! You are really here, Tom. Man, you look even better than at Hogwarts”, Reinhard laughs, playfully pushing Tom to the side while you watch them in silence. “What are you doing here with the Blacks?”
“They kindly took me in”, Tom lies to him and for a moment you think he threw you a glance out of the corner of his eyes after uttering these words. His statement makes Reinhard realize that you were still there with them, who had apparently completely forgotten that you were even there.
“I am so happy to see you again, Y/N!”, he grins and takes a step closer to you, probably to be able to take a closer look at you. “Still just as beautiful as I imagined. And just as smart, I guess?”
Reinhard’s sudden compliments make you blush and your cheeks glow, which is why you nervously avert your gaze from him, directly falling on Tom, who looks at the scene in front of him with incredible resentment.
Unlike Tom, Reinhard was always there for you. You spent a lot of time together in your school days and if your parents had known about your close friendship, you are sure that he would have been your fiancé by now. Which, to be honest, does not sound bad anymore right now.
And yet your heart still belongs to Tom.
When you all sit together at dinner later in the evening, where your parents are talking about irrelevant things like Ministry of Magic, you keep making eye contact with Reinhard, who seems to be staring at you.
“Is there something on my face?”, you ask uncertainly and put your glass back on the table when you can no longer bear his piercing gaze.
“No, no, not at all. I was just wondering how a beautiful witch like you could have become so much more stunning”, Reinhard winks at you, causing you to swallow hard. You are not used to getting compliments, especially not from a handsome young man like him. Before you can answer to him, however, there is a loud clink and you startle, your eyes immediately fixed on the cause of the noise.
The glass, which you have certainly placed far away from the edge, is now lying in your lap, the little liquid that was still inside now spread over your elegant evening gown. You move your chair back in shock when, in the corner of your eye, you see how Tom puts away his wand. And not only did you notice Tom just now, but the rest of them follow your gaze.
“Tom, darling, how about you tell our guests how you and our daughter got to know each other”, your mother suddenly prompts him, not even realizing that he has just deliberately spilled your drink on you. But why did he in the first place?
„I would love to“, Tom puts on a really believable smile that no one but you questions and starts telling them how you met and fell in love with each other. He tells one lie after another, explaining the web of lies that you have spun around you over time to make your relationship as credible as possible, at least in front of other people. And suddenly nobody cares about you or your still soaking wet dress anymore.
“What a wonderful story”, Mrs. Lestrange applauds and everyone else seems to be completely enthusiastic about Tom’s fairytale. To top it off, he then reaches across the table to take your hand in his, just like a real affectionate couple would do.
You lower your gaze as he gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, trying your best to not show how uncomfortable you are. Oh, how much you wish that this were real, that Tom would actually treat you like this when you are alone, the same way as he does in front of your parents.
But he does not and deep down you know that he will never do.
“So, you are engaged?”, Reinhard scrutinizes the statement of his former best friend, his eyes focused on you suspiciously, as if he is expecting an answer from you and not from Tom. A slight pressure on your hand makes you flinch and look up.
“Y-Yes”, you force a smile onto your lips, whereupon Tom seems satisfied with your answer, letting go of your hand again with a - what seemed to you like a – disgusted expression on his face.
An uncomfortable silence spreads between the three of you, which is drowned out by the loud conversation of the adults on the other side of the table. Finally, making up your mind, you clear your throat loudly and get up from your chair, gaining everyone’s attention in a matter of seconds.
“Excuse me, I have to go freshen up for a moment”, you explain with a slight polite bow before turning away to leave the dining room.
“Reinhard, would you be so kind and help Y/N”, Mr. Lestrange asks his son, who stands up with furrowed brows, apparently just as surprised about this sudden request as you, but then follows you out into the hallway with no further objection.
“I really do not need any help, thank you”, you try to get rid of him as you walk up the large staircase leading to the first floor together, only wanting to be alone.
“Dinner like these are totally boring anyway”, he chuckles softly and shows no intentions of leaving your side any time soon, which is why you do not even try to search for further arguments. He follows you to your room where you are able to tear yourself away from him to put on a new dress while he waits outside in front of the door.
With an equally elegant burgundy red dress you step out of your room after a few minutes, Reinhard’s eyes greeting you with a sparkle.
“Wow”, he breathes out barely audible and takes you hand without asking to swirl you around, causing your dress to fly around gorgeously. Unintentionally, warmth rises in your face again and your hearts makes a barely noticeable jump inside your chest when he looks deep into your eyes after catching you back in his arms.
The loud clearing of a throat behind you makes you turn around in shock, only to see that Tom himself is now standing at the end of the corridor, not seeming very enthusiastic.
“We did not see you there, Tom”, Reinhard disguises his obvious nervousness with a laugh, acting like Tom had just caught you in doing something he should not have seen. Tom, however, does not even react to his words, but looks past Reinhard at you, his eyebrows raised meaningfully.
But when you do not move under his piercing gaze, his facial expression changes and he quickly approaches you, Reinhard instinctively pushing you behind him so that you can only see Tom approaching further over his shoulder. Before neither you nor Reinhard can say or do anything, Tom has already pulled out his wand and aims it directly at Reinhard, who flies back through the air only a few seconds later, hitting the hard marble floor at the end of the corridor with a thud.
“What the-?!”
“Come with me”, Tom orders, now standing directly in front of you. When you stubbornly refuse, he suddenly grabs your wrist to pull you away from there. No matter how much you fight against his firm grip, you cannot tear yourself away from him as he pulls you into the closest room, which turns out to be the library.
Once there, you can finally free yourself from his tight grip, but before you can reach for the doorknob to leave immediately, he locks the door with a spell. Angrily, you turn to him, despair written all over your stunning face.
“What is this supposed to be, Tom? Let me out of here, now!”, you command him in a loud voice, not caring if anybody can hear.
“What did he want from you?”, he asks you urgently and steps closer to you. Since the door is in your back, every possible escape route is blocked, and you are caught.
“We just talked to each other, you know. Like normal people do”, you answer irritably and cross your arms in front of your chest, not in the mood to justify yourself, especially not in front of someone who does not care about you at all and not after what he has done.
“But that did not look like it.”
“Tom, stop it.”
“You belong to me and nobody else!”
These words coming out of his mouth echo loudly through the dark library, his face wrapped in an eerie candlelight. Before you can even control yourself and fully process what he said, you severely slap him.
Frightened by your own horrible deed, you immediately pull your hand away, your gaze filled with fear, but the anger that keeps building up inside of you winning the upper hand after all.
“How dare you call me your property?!”, you scream in rage and tears form in your eyes because of your uncontrollable anger. However, Tom needs a moment to collect his thoughts after your heavy smack before he can answer you.
“You are my fiancé”, he spits out coldly, a touch of shock in his voice, apparently not expecting you to react like this.
“And that does not make me nowhere near your property! You never treat me like your fiancé anyway, so why now all of a sudden?!”, you bicker at him, your voice loud and constant, even though you would like to flee from this situation right away if you were able to.
But Tom does not have an answer.
“Fine, okay. If you have nothing to say to me, like you never have, then I will go back now and ask my parents to end this damn failed engagement and engage me with someone else who truly cares for me!”
Suddenly, without letting you time to catch your breath after your outburst, he presses you with your back against the door completely, his hands tightly grabbing your wrists, a little too tight for your personal liking.
“You mustn’t do that”, he softly whispers, his head lowered as if he does not dare to look you in the eyes.
“What is stopping me?”, you hiss, still full of anger and – probably for the very first time – hatred towards him.
But when you feel his lips on yours all of a sudden, all of these emotions evaporate and all that remains is your racing heartbeat, which is being repaired at this very moment. You never would have thought that at some point in your life the moment would come when Tom Marvolo Riddle, who absolutely loathes his fiancé, kisses you.
After kissing you, he looks straight into your eyes, and the Tom you met in 1938 is standing in front of you again. The Tom you fell so deeply in love with.
“I can’t explain it to you”, he finally breaks the silence, his gaze directed to the floor as he moves away from you, giving you enough space to breathe regularly again. You, however, do not say anything but just stare at him.
“I was not aware that I am capable of feeling such feelings for someone. I am unfamiliar with this feeling and I did not know how to deal with it, Y/N. I treated you badly because I did not want it to be true, I did not want to accept it. I could not imagine having feelings for the little nuisance that has always been running after me”, Tom explains, choosing each and every single word very carefully, trying to put his emotions into words which does not really work the way he would like it to. But that is how you know him. You know that this confession must be extremely difficult for him, but you can’t help but feel a sense of relief inside of you.
“When?”, you ask and manage, with this tiny little word, to make him look up at you. “When did you know?”
“Since I have been here. You served me every day and took care of me, even though I wanted to push you away from me with all of my might. You have already helped me so many times in the past without me even asking, you have always accepted me for who I am”, he desperately tries to but his feelings into words, asking himself what he is even doing right now.
“Tom..”
“No, I have to sincerely apologize to you. I had no right to treat you the way I did. And also today.. when I saw you with him and how well you got along, it finally became clear to me. Reinhard has felt something for you since our school days, I know that even though I could never understand, but now I do. I understand why he fell in love with you”, Tom continues without breathing, pouring out all of his feelings that he has hidden for so long.
“I understand if you want to dissolve this engagement and I will not stop you if that is what you want”, he quickly adds, looking at you with desperation in his eyes. He already prepares himself for the worst when you are the one getting closer to him this time.
“Idiot”, you smile slightly and place a gentle kiss on his lips while he looks at you puzzled. “I love you, I thought you knew that.”
“I know, but-“
“But nothing”, you interrupt him and take his hand to lead it to your fast pounding heart. “It always belonged to you.”
his lap
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Y/N and Harrison were sitting in her living room -- it was one of their many hangouts that they would have throughout the week, being best friends and all that. Tom was in a meeting, discussing an upcoming movie which Y/N would come with him for at least a third of. The pair had started dating about 4 months ago, Y/N's inexperience causing them to take things slow, which Tom was totally supportive of.
Harrison was sitting on the couch, Y/N sitting in front of the coffee table whilst finishing a puzzle.
"So," Haz started. "How're things with you and Tom?"
"Things are," she picked up a puzzle piece, fitting in to another one, "good."
"Good? That's it?"
She looked up from what she was doing, "Well, what do you want me to say?"
"C'mon, he's like your first real boyfriend; tell me about your firsts! Y'know, things like that!"
"Well, we really only hold hands 'nd stuff. We kiss," she blushed slightly, "but we don't really make out."
"Why not?" He asked.
Y/N stared at him wide-eyed, a little surprised at his bluntness, her timidness contributing. "Y/N, it's just a question! I thought by now you might be ready for a least some intimacy; the mishap of 2017 was bad enough."
"Well.."
"Well? C'mon, we're best friends, I just wanna help."
"I'm just a little insecure," she confessed.
"That's normal, Y/N. All girls are still a little-"
"I mean," she cut him off. "Ugh, just forget it. I don't even know how to say it out loud."
"No no, c'mon. What is it?"
"I want to sit in his lap-"
"Guys love that," Haz grinned at her.
"But I don't want to hurt him," she breathed out.
"Hurt him?"
"You know... crush him with my ... weight 'n' stuff."
"Y/N, for the love of god, you are not even that heavy-"
"That's easy for you to say!' She defended.
"Okay, okay yeah you're right. What do you want me to do?"
"Just- help me? Teach me how to sit in his lap so I know what to do."
"I don't know, Y/N. I don't want to cross any boundaries now that you two are dating-"
"Please?" she asked softly. "You don't have to do anything, just let me practice? I don't wanna be bad," she admitted.
"Okay," He gave in. "Okay, get up then. How do you want to start?"
"Well, the sitting to start."
He motioned her over, so she stood up, standing by his legs. "You're probably gonna wanna wrap your legs around his waist, you know?" She nodded. "Then, if he gets up and walks to the bedroom, you should cross your ankles behind his back. But for now, you just sit. Do you want me to cross my legs?"
"Which do you think guys do more?"
"We can do both if you want," Haz suggested.
"Yeah, yeah that's good."
She sat down, with Harrison's guidance, and the two were comfortable enough to talk. "See? Not so bad."
"Yeah ... yeah you're right," she said. "What do I do now?"
"Assuming you two are kissing," he grinned again, "you can pull on his hair, or you could just move your hands through it. Sometimes you can pull him in by the back of his neck," he took her hand to demonstrate, only he didn't actually make an effort to get closer to her, just show her how the steps would look, and she was eternally grateful for that.
"What does he do with his hands?" She asked.
"Well, they might be on your waist, they could lower depending on how steamy it gets," he laughed, Y/N joining him. "He might be holding your face," he paused, debating on if he should show her, but choosing not to. "You know how they do -- in those cheesy, cliche rom-coms"
"Ohhhh," she said, understanding.
"Yeah," he breathed a laugh. "Just don't forget to communicate with him, you know. Gentle or rough, if you're ready for the next step or whatever. This is probably the only thing I can show you, and I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind helping you through things like this."
"Yeah," Y/N said. "Was just nervous," she was fiddling with his curls, a sign that she was still nervous.
"It's just Tom," he said. "No need to be nervous. And you're gonna do great."
"Thanks, Ha-"
The front door opened, cutting her off. Tom walked through, "What the fuck," he muttered, glancing back between his best mate and his girlfriend. Y/N had scrambled to get off of Harrison's lap, making her way to Tom, but he had decided to just turn around and go to his place instead, his car outside. Harrison was sprinting after Tom, leaving Y/N lightly crying on the ground by the closed door.
"Tom! Tom, wait!"
"Wait for what? Things looked a little- serious in there."
"It's not what you think-"
"Not what I think?" Tom exclaimed. "I just-"
"Tom," Harrison said sternly. "Will you shut up and listen to me?"
"Yeah, alright fine," he rolled his eyes.
"Y/N asked me to help her-"
"Help her?"
"Let me talk, will ya, mate?" Harrison exclaimed. Tom nodded, Harrison continuing. "She was just really nervous about taking things a step further -- she didn't want to sit in your lap because she thought she'd crush you with how heavy she is."
"She's not that heavy, though," Tom said softly as he was beginning to understand.
"I know, but she just wanted to know what to do -- she was just trying to be good enough for you, Tom. Don't be such an ass."
Tom hugged Harrison, thanking him for explaining before making his way back to her front door. Opening the door, she was sitting on the ground still, and Tom immediately kneeled down to comfort her.
"Hey, petal. 'M sorry, let me help you," he pleaded. Y/N nodded, and Tom picked her up and brought her to the couch. He was facing her completely, wiping away the stray tears that lingered on her face.
"Haz told me .. everything. I'm sorry. I should've been better at showing you that you're perfect- I should've been a better boyfriend; helping you get over your insecurities like I should."
"No, Tom. It's my fault, I should've just gone to you instead asking Harrison to show me what to do. I'm sorry," she apologized.
"Stop, lovie. It's not your fault, okay?"
"Okay."
"You wanna cuddle? We can order take away and watching any movie you want," he offered.
"Yes please."
***
The next week, Y/N was feeling rather brave during their movie marathon. Coming back from the bathroom, she decided to sit in Tom's lap -- her first time -- instead of sitting next to him like she normally would. She moved the blanket off of him, Tom's attention diverting from the movie to the girl standing in front of him.
"Hi, bunny. What're you-" his sentence was cut short with Y/N placing herself comfortably on his lap, his hands immediately going to her waist.
"Hi," she said timidly.
"Hi," he breathed a laugh. "This seat more comfortable?"
"Much more," she smiled softly, hands going to his hair.
"C'mon, gimme a kiss, baby."
"Okay," she said, giggling. She remembered what Harrison had said about bringing him closer, so her hands moved to the back of his neck to connect their lips.
It started slow and soft; her lips were warm and soft and tasted of strawberries, Tom loving the feeling of hers on his. His were soft too, and he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, progressing things discreetly so he wouldn't scare her off. The act didn't phase her, though. Her hands went back to his hair, lightly pulling while their tongues danced together, Tom's exploring her mouth for the first time in their entire relationship. The tugging on his hair made him emit a small groan, his hands moving to her hips to bring her flush against his chest. When they pulled apart for air, Tom was grinning, Y/N's faced flushed with a blush as she moved her hair behind her ears.
"Was I okay?"
"Were perfect, petal. C'mon gimme another kiss," Tom spoke, voice slightly raspy. "Just wanna feel you."
hey love. I’m obsessed with mob!tom - could you write something where mob Tom and the reader have a really big fight and Tom says something that was really mean and reader storms out and doesn’t come back until late and night and Tom is super worried :) at the beginning angst and at the end fluff.
I actually asked other writers too to write this a while ago but nobody does it and I found your account now and I’m so in love with your writing you are super talented <3
Sorry if my English is not really good- it’s not my first language
A/n: dear anon, you were reading my mind! I was actually procrastinating with a draft of some angst with mob!tom for a while, and you just motivated me to write it again hahah im obsessed with mob!tom too btw, no shame on this lol. Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!
Masterlist Request/tell me your thoughts on this
Warnings bellow the cut!
Warnings: angst, language, mention of gun.
You throw your purse over the table as you storm inside the house, walking up to your room with a stern face, straightened back and confident steps, without saying a word. Tom watched you from behind, sighing as he knew what was about to come - you were pissed.
He followed you slowly, not wanting to hurry the fight that was about to come. He knew pretty well what he has done tonight, but wasn’t planning on apologize, as he was also sure he wasn’t wrong about it.
By the time he reached the main room, you were already in the closet, taking off your jewels and putting them inside their boxes. “Baby”, he called you, but you didn’t raise your head.
Your gesturing was obviously stating your humor - or the lack of it. You wasn’t being so careful with the expensive belongings, as you always made sure to be.
“Baby”, Tom tried again, sighing this time, “Can you at least tell me what the hell did I do?”
That was the breakpoint. You lifted your head to look at him sternly. “Seriously? You gonna really act like you don’t know?”
He snorts, running a hand through his brown curls. “I mean, I know. I just don’t get why you’re so upset about it”
You laugh humorless. “I’m upset ‘cause you fucking treated me like a doll, Tom. That’s why I’m upset about it!”
“What?”, he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck, I just told that asshole of a waiter to get his shit together instead of eye-fucking you. For God’s sake, what’s wrong with that?”
"Well, maybe the fact that you made a scene in front of the manager because you were jealous?" You shout, shaking your hands. "Should I tell you the obvious fact that this man is probably fired now because of your speech?".
Tom was growing mad. He couldn't believe you were defending the guy who was flirting with you the whole dinner.
Turns out that what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing dinner quickly became something distasteful, as Tom took notice of the waiter that was serving your table that night looking at you with a dumb smile on his face the entire time. He could even see the guy talking to some other workers about you, staring at you like you were some kind of meal. So Tom did what he thought was right - he made it very clear that you were his girl and a employee shouldn't be looking at you like that.
"I don't give a single fuck if he's unemployed right now. He should take this as a lesson to not disrespect you or any other woman in his workplace", Tom said, undoing his tie and throwing it in anywhere in the wardrobe. He was tired and pissed with the whole situation - and, more important, with you, for making a big deal out of it.
"Disrespect me, or disrespect you, Tom?", you snap, eyes wide with anger. "Cause it didn't look like you were worried about me. Cause all I wanted was a peaceful dinner with my boyfriend, who actually never seems to be available to me, and you made it pretty hard for me to enjoy, just because you were mad for a guy possibly be flirting with your girl! Like I fucking belonged to you!"
"Oh, fuck off, y/n", he hissed, walking past the closet's door and going straight to the bathroom. "It's obvious I'd be pissed for the it too. You're my girl, and I don't think it's nice if other man look at you like that! Don't act like you've never done it too".
You followed him, yelling next. "Shit, you're unbelievable! What is it? Nobody can look at Tom Holland's girl? Because you're the great motherfucker mobster and I'm your fucking prize?"
Tom turned his body to glance at you again. He pointed a finger at you, eyes serious and penetrating. "I've never said it. That's not how I see this".
"Oh, really? So you care to explain me why do you keep doing that? We barely spend time together now, Tom, and when we finally get to have a nice night out, you make sure to state that I'm yours and that no other man can lay an eye on me", you sniff, unable to keep the cracked voice from coming out and show how upset you felt about it. "I don't like to feel that I'm waiting for you like a goddamn doll, Tom".
"Well, darling, I'm sorry if I'm not being enough, but that's how real world works", his voice is cold and he is avoiding looking into your eyes, his jaw clenched in a way that make it clear that he's not satisfied with the conversation's rumor. "I made it pretty clear when we first met that my job doesn't allow me to be here the entire time, so what the fuck do you expect me to do? Or do you think that this nice house and the maids, and all the fucking jewels I give you come for free? Tell me, y/n, what the hell you want from me?"
You watch his usually soft features whenever you were around turning into the one he used with his men. The veins in his neck visible, his pupils huge and thin lips trembling with anger. Tom has never spoken to you that way, and you could feel the pressure on your chest with the pain from his harsh words.
A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were quick to rub them away with the back of your hand. Noticing the way you pressed your lips together lightly, Tom's face softened and he realized his posture and tone.
"I don't- I don't know, Tom", you say in a low, croaky voice. "Think I just wanted us to be a couple. I'm truly sorry if that's too much to ask you for".
His heart pained at your words and he took a few steps in your direction. "Darling, no, that's not what I-"
You stopped him, putting your arm in front of you and shaking your head. "No, that's exactly what you wanted to say. I don't know what I had in mind when we started dating, nor what I was thinking when I agreed to move in here, but I don't want to be between you and your job anymore".
He stared at you, unaware of what you were about to do, thinking about what to say. He didn't want to fight with you like that, but didn't want you to think that what you've said is true neither.
You walked past him and straight to the closet again, picking up your suitcase and grabbing a few clothes from the wardrobe. Tom watched you for a few seconds, startled, and then started to panic.
"What are you doing?"
You ignored him, trying to think what you'd possibly need to get to stay out tonight. You could get the rest of your things later, but right now you just wanted to get out of that house.
"Y/n, love, what are you doing?" He asked in desperation, reaching your arm and trying to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you just shrugged his touch off.
"What does it look like? I'm leaving, Tom! If you can't conciliate our relationship with your job, then I guess I have nothing to do here anymore". You say through gritted teeth.
"What?!" He breathed out. "Darling, you can't leave like-"
"Don't you fucking call me darling!"
Tom stops and stares at you, blinking. His mouth is agape, trying to get his thoughts together. You didn't stop packing, and when he saw the determination in your actions, he simply couldn't contain the anger growing on his chest.
"Know what? Go. Leave me! Get the fuck out of this house. I don't fucking care!" He yelled, and you jumped slightly at the sound of his guttural voice.
You wiped some of new tears and nodded once, not minding to get anything else as you closed your suitcase and walked out of the room, hands shaking from the emotions you were so hardly trying to refrain.
But before you could step out of the room and go down on the stairs, you turn around to see he stagnant at the same spot. "Fuck you, Tom. You can take all this damn jewelry. Take this, the clothes, and everything else you bought me. If I can't have you, these don't mean a single thing to me. I'm not a fucking doll, Tom".
You left, and he couldn't move for minutes straight.
*********
The night passed by and Tom didn't hear from you. He checked his phone more times than he liked to admit, but you didn't answer any calls, any messages. Nothing. He didn't even realize what time he fell asleep on the couch, waiting for some sort of sign from you, but in the morning, when he rolled out of it, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that you were nowhere to be seen.
He asked Harrison, his best mate and the second person you most chatted with in the house, if he has seen you, but he didn't have anything. So Tom waited, trying to focus on his work for the morning and the evening, as he thought that maybe you just wanted some time to think clearer. He regretted saying those things to you already, knowing that none of that was true. Obviously he did care if you were there in the morning. He wanted to wake up with you by his side like every other day. It was all that mattered for him after all. Not the money, not the jewel, not the house. It all didn't make sense when you weren't there.
And he felt so sick thinking that you truly believed he was seeing you as a prize, as a doll that would stand beautifully waiting for him at the end of the day. He knew he should have persisted and said that you weren't right, that he loved you so much that he could take a bullet for you, right on his chest. He'd do anything for you, but didn't seem to know how to put that in words when it comes to a fight.
"Fuck!" He shouted when alone in his office, hands collapsing on the desk. It was past seven at night and he hadn't heard from you. A whole fucking day. He asked Harrison to send the men to look for you. He wouldn't force you coming back home, but he needed to be sure you were alright.
All the bad thoughts he could have were now successfully running through his mind and driving him nuts. He thought that maybe some rival mobster could have laid eyes on you, all by yourself, and tried to do something. You could be in serious danger right now, and Tom wouldn't forgive himself if that was the case.
He took a drink. He needed to clear his mind as time was passing by and his men didn't have any information about you. Your phone would be filled with unanswered calls from him, even voicemail telling you he was sorry and would do anything if you only called him back to say you were doing fine.
"Please, love, if you're listening to it... fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I never intended to hurt you. I'm a dumbass, and you don't have to forgive me, but, please, just let me know you're fine and I'll give you your time. Just- please. I need to hear from you, y/n", he recorded, a drink on his hand and the other holding his phone firmly.
When it was 9pm, he decided he was going out to look for you himself. He just couldn't sit there waiting for a call or for his men do to something - he needed to take that pressure of his chest and no one was helping.
He took his gun, called Harrison and a few more man before heading to the living room.
"Alright, we have a few more places left" Tom started his instructions, while shoving his gun at the back of his trousers. "Harrison and I are going to her family's house. You two check in her old friend's place. Doesn't matter how far it is, I don't want you two to come back until you've looked through that fucking town-"
"Tom", Harrison cut him off, coughing a bit to get his attention. He was about to snap at him, when he followed his gaze.
And there you were, standing at the door frame in the living room, a confused expression on your face as you tried to understand what was going on in the middle of the room. Usually, Tom never had meetings in any other area than the conference room.
"What's going on?", you asked bluntly, and Tom releases a deep and relieved breath, so audible that you couldn't not take notice of.
"God, you're here", he breathed out, walking towards you in large steps. You were still mad, but also so confused with his reaction that you couldn't stop him from holding you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, darling, where were you?".
Besides his words being a bit harsh, his voice was soft and caring, worried if anything. He didn't let go of you first, kissing the top of your head for a long minute.
Harrison smiled a little seeing the both of you and dismissed the men out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.
"Sorry, you don't need to explain", Tom shook his head and pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, a dark circle around it. He brushed your cheeks with the pad of his thumb and furrowed. "Are you okay, though?"
"Yeah, I am- but what was going on?", you insisted.
Tom cupped your face on his hands, still not believing that you were there again. "I was so fucking worried. I thought that something was off, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls... I was heading to a drive with my men to look for you".
You blink a few times, startled that Tom was so concerned all this time.
"I was in a hotel room, actually", you chew in your lower lip, kind of ashamed that you put him through such a concern. "Needed to be alone for a time, so I turned my phone off".
Tom pressed his forehead against yours. "It doesn't matter anymore, darling. It was all my fault", his voice was croaky and you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. "I should never have said those things to you-"
"It's alright, Tom-"
"No, it's not", he shook his head. "Cause it was all lies. I do fucking care if you leave me. I wouldn't stand being away from you, my love. You're everything, everything. And you're right, I don't spend much time with you, and it eats me alive, cause that's what makes me happy, being around you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry if I haven't shown you how much you mean to me..."
"Shhh, Tom", you closed your eyes, hugging him by the neck and bringing him closer. "It's okay, I know it. I wasn't thinking straight too, I know you don't treat me like that. I was just too pissed, and yeah, I'd like to spend more time together, but it's alright that you don't-"
He cut you by a sweet kiss pressed on your lips, "Nothing is more important for me than you. I was too mad with that thing in the restaurant to say it right away, but I'll try harder. I'm gonna be here with you, no matter what. Work can wait".
You sigh and pull him closer, breathing his comforting scent.
"My lovely girl", Tom sighs and smile a bit. "You scared the hell out of me".
"You deserved it, idiot" you said and he laughed quietly.
"I love you, darling", he stroked your back, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. "Always".
"Love you too, Tommy".
You spent the rest of the night together, having a nice and cozy dinner at home. Tom never smiled wider than that night, and the following others were fulfilled with his promise - there was always time in your day to spend alone with your boyfriend.
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KINKMAS DAY 11
KINKMAS DAY 11: Dirty talk WITH PETER PARKER
request: kinkmas day 11 with dom!peter pleaseee il
warnings: YOU ALREADY KNOW FROM THE TITLE, SMUT 18+
word count: 550
gif credit: @thosekidwhohuntmonsters
A/N: Sorry i just wrote some dirty talk
thank you for this lovely request! <3
.He pushed through your lips and slid his cock into you.“Shit,” his head fell back as his eyes closed at the feeling, “feels like fucking heaven I swear.” He slowly started thrusting his hips, his eyes looking back down, “So tight and wet for me.”
You cry out, pushing back against him, feeling the presence of his warm body pressing up against yours .
He started to fuck you harder, pressing his body against you. ““Such a perfect pussy, baby,.”
.You whined as his hands pulled you back into his hips with every thrust, feeling your next orgasm build up already.
Peter whimpered under your eyes as he kissed your neck. “Fuck I love you so much.” “Hmm gonna let go for me , cum all over my cock darling "
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would you be comfortable with writing a sick angst/fluff blurb for tom? you have been getting stomach pains for the past few days, blowing it off you think its that time of the month, but its your kidney stones? you pass out from the pain while at work tom rushes home from filming to be with you?
a/n: i’ve never had kidney stones and i hope i never do after googling it. i had to google the symptoms and everything so please don’t @ me. i hope you enjoy it though and that this is similar to what you were looking for.
IT HAD STARTED small. So small, in fact, that you barely acknowledged it. Then, when the pain in your lower abdomen began radiating and became stronger, you had figured that it was nothing more than your upcoming period. Too busy to closely count the days, you had kept linking all of your symptoms to the time of the month.
Your body had always let you know when you were about to start your period and, unluckily for you, it was not kind when doing so. You were used to aches and cramps both pre and during; it was nothing new. When your lower back had begun aching, you blamed it on the at-home exercise you had decided to try out.
At one point, you had practically body-checked Tom while running to the restroom, emptying what you had eaten for lunch into the toilet. After cleaning you up, Tom had questioned your symptoms and you once again linked it with your period. It was bound to show up sometime, right?
Over the next week, your pain grew worse. It was stronger and the waves were more frequent. Tom was filming and despite filming in London, he was rarely home. Early mornings and late nights caused you to just miss each other as you had work. That was also probably why he never questioned your pain; he wasn’t home.
This morning, you had woken both nauseous and in pain. Tom had already gone to set by the time you woke up but had left some tea in the pot for you, which you were eternally grateful for.
“You alright, Y/N?”
You turn around to investigate the source of the voice, meeting the concerned eyes of your coworker. Truth be told, you don’t feel okay.
The pain had only worsened throughout the day and at this point, you’re convinced it’s something other than your period. It was your turn to take the morning shift today, so you had decided to at least call your doctor once you got off.
“Y-Yeah,” you nod and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince yourself or Nathan. “I’m alright. Just some stomach pains.”
Over the next hour, your pain only intensifies. At one point, you can barely stand upright. You don’t have a clue what it could be but you know enough to know that intense stomach pain can’t be anything good. Your mind keeps racing, trying to find a reasoning behind the pain.
You can’t lie; you’re scared. Up until now, the pain had been manageable and somewhat easy to ignore. That’s out of the question now. The pain only continues to increase in strength and you drop the sweater you had been holding, having to clutch the check-out counter for support.
There are words being spoken but you can’t comprehend a single one of them, too preoccupied with willing the pain away. Your eyesight goes in and out of focus while your thoughts scramble together. Before you’re able to warn anyone, you feel yourself fall to the ground and everything goes black.
TOM IS DOING a last-minute script reading when Harrison bursts into his trailer. He knew all of the lines but for some reason, the nerves were getting to him and he wanted to do one last check. Little did he know, that those nerves were nothing compared to the ones he’s about to feel.
“Y/N!” Harrison exclaimed and Tom’s heart quickened at the sound of his other half’s name. “She’s, uh — Tom, she’s in the hospital. I don’t know what happened. Something about her collapsing at work.”
Tom is already ready to go before Harrison can fully finish his sentence. He snatches his car keys off the table next to him, almost knocking his best mate over while pushing past him to go outside. He can hear the sound of Harrison’s boots against the concrete as he scurries to catch up with him, but he doesn’t slow down.
Only when they reach his car, does Harrison speak again, suggesting that he should drive. To his surprise, Tom doesn’t argue. The two of them climb into the car and the blond backs out of the parking spot with ease, knowing how much his best friend would want to see his girlfriend.
The entire ride to the hospital is quiet; Tom has too much on his mind to make conversation and Harrison chooses not to. Harrison offers to park the car while Tom goes inside to figure out what’s going on.
Soon enough — although it felt like an eternity to Tom — he’s sitting in your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up. Once you begin to come to, he’s by your side in an instant. His wide, worried eyes are the first thing that meets you when you open your own. And if you hadn’t been drugged, you probably would have laughed.
“’s alright, darling, you’re okay.”
He smiles comfortingly, taking your hand into his own gently. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are and even longer to remember what happened. When you do, you feel yourself frown with confusion. What had happened?
“You passed out at work, d’you remember?” he reminds quietly and you nod. “You had kidney stones. They had to do emergency surgery because some were lodged in your urinary tract. The doctor told me you’ve probably felt the pain for days. Love, why didn’t you tell me?”
You clear your throat, smiling weakly. “I honestly thought it was all leading up to my time of the month and I didn’t want to worry you. I know you’re busy with work.”
Tom quickly shakes his head, his thumb running over your knuckles. He swallows and it seems like he’s trying to find the best way to formulate his words.
“Don’t ever think that you’re not more important than work, yeah? Worry me, please. No matter what I’m doing or where I am, let me know what’s going on with you. You’re my world and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”