Pairings:Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, a few original characters. Warnings:angst, fluff, mentions of guns, mentions hospitals, wounds, character death, kind of gorey, canon level violence.
A.N: i’m in tears this is the last chapter, i can’t believe i’m posting this, i hope all of you reading will enjoy this chapter.
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> 1800 Hours (6 PM)
“No.”
“I am not asking or taking your word into consideration.”
“You promised.”
“Promises require honesty.”
“W-What?”
“You haven’t been honest, just because I covered for you in front of your brother and the others does not mean, that I am all okay about you being some secret sort of mob boss.”
“Tom… It’s not like that, I—,”
“Just get into the other ambulance, Y/N, I can’t act anymore.”
“Is this some kind of ploy to get me away?”
“No.”
“Are we going to talk about this reasonably?”
Tom doesn’t reply, she turns retreating toward her designated ambulance.
Rating:Explicit Warnings: SMUT - vaginal fingering, sensual eating of a strawberry WC:2.2k A/N:heyyyyy we back on our hiddles bs. never written for one of his characters before even though i adore him and all of his work. but this little idea popped in my head and wouldn’t leave alone so here you go!
The phone at the front desk rang. Tracy picked it up and jotted down on a small notepad the relayed message. She nodded just as Jonathan came over after finishing checking in with another guest. She hung up the phone and looked at Jonathan. “Who was that?” he asked, intrigued by whatever she wrote down.
Tracy ripped the small sheet off the pad and handed it to him. “You’ve been requested for Room 412,” she told him. He held the paper, and a slight grin slowly spread across his lips. Tracy had to stifle the small giggle at the change in his face after reading your message.
