The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine and made you tremble, not from fear, but excitement. It made your panties wetter than they already were, and you had to rub your legs together to bring your throbbing pussy a little amount of relief.
“You knew that little stunt earlier would bring consequences, darling,” he said as he prowled around you. “Your disregard for rules is worrisome, perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” He came to a stop and towered over you. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Punishment.”
Another rush of juices came out of your cunt. “Rules are made to be bent, aren’t they?” you said before you could stop yourself, as if you weren’t in enough trouble.
Tom pushed on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. “That’s your place. Hands behind your back,” he ordered while he undid his pants.
His cock was not yet on full hardness, but its head was read and swollen. You licked your lips at the sight and reached out to touch it, but Tom stopped you with a firm grip on your hair.
“I said, hands behind your back,” he repeated.
You nodded and put your hands behind your lower back. Involuntarily, you wiggled, once again trying to bring some relief to your pussy. Your panties were soaked and the usual roughness of the lace was lost.
Tom caught your squirm and cupped your chin. “If I catch you touching yourself…”
“Then I won’t let you catch me?” you said with a fake tone of innocence.
“Mouthy,” he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Gripping your hair, he poked your lips with his cock. You opened your mouth for him, and he shoved himself down your throat in one move.
“That feels so good,” he mused. “Not just your mouth, but you shutting up.”
You glared at him, but made no attempt to move.
“Now, that’s better.”
He started slow, his half hard cock getting bigger and harder with each thrust, until he was able to slide all the way down your throat. He kept his slow pace, leaving barely the tip of his cock on your lips and sliding in till your nose touched his skin. You moaned around him, and writhed in his grasp trying to get some kind of friction.
Tom smiled down at you, knowing exactly what was going on in your head.
“So desperate, but you know this only ends with me filling your belly,” he purred, moving your head back and forth. “Work for it, slut.”
You looked at him and nodded, sucking and licking as he moved. He praised your efforts, praised your skilled mouth around him. And you sucked harder, desperate for him to cum, for him to end this torture so you could cum too. It worked!
Tom fucked your mouth faster, his cock twitched on your tongue. You looked up at him with an expression that clearly said “pleeeeaaassseee!!!”, and he smiled, satisfied. Rope after rope of hot cum spurted in your mouth and down your throat. He didn’t let go of your hair until he was sure you had swallowed that very last drop.
“Thank you, sir!” you whimpered in a raspy voice as soon as his cock left your mouth. “Please? Please, may I cum now?”
Tom pulled you up and tore your clothes off. “I am not nearly done with you.”
It was a calculated risk to crash his class wearing a skirt and no panties, but you were feeling bratty. His voice never faltered, he never lost track of his speech, but the fire in his eyes and the tent in his pants were a dead give away. He was going to punish you, but you didn’t care, at least not while flashing him your pussy from the front row as he paced around the room.
You even dared to touch yourself before the class was dismissed! The nerve!
As soon as he ended the presentation, the class started to walk out. You stayed put on your seat until the room was empty and the door locked.
“Is this too much?” you asked, opening your legs wide for him while feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing, and the rules you’re breaking.”
“But you liked it!” you said with a pout. “Your hard-on can be seen from the moon!”
Tom looked down to his pants and smirked. “And I know exactly what I am doing about it right now.”
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. Your cunt gushed! He was about to have his way with you and nothing made you wetter, ever.
“Where are your panties?” he said.
“In- in my bag.”
“Put them on.”
Nodding, you did as you were told. But you had only pulled them halfway up your thighs when he grabbed you and pushed you face forward on the desk. Without warning, he pushed his hard cock in your cunt and fucked the lights out of you. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the indecent squelching of your dripping cunt being ravaged, and with the desk squeaking under your weight.
Your juices were dripping down your legs, and your cunt squeezed his cock. He was fucking you hard, and surely the table would leave a mark on your legs. And you lovedit!
“Don’t you dare come, you slut.” He emphasised his words with a slap on your ass.
“Please!!!” you yelped.
But he did not budge. His pace increased and his cock swelled up. He pulled your hair to keep you in place as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. Your legs were jelly, and you were trembling from head to toe, waiting for him to allow you to cum. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out and pulled your panties up. Your juices and his cum got the fabric wet and sticky. You turned your head and glared at him over your shoulder.
“Are you serious?” you spat.
“I am,” he said with a cocky smile.
Using your hair, he pulled you to a standing position and fixed your clothes for you. You were still shaking, on the edge of orgasm and angry as hell.
“Don’t even give me that face. You want to be a brat? Then this is what you get.” He smirked at you as he smoothed your hair down. “Don’t you dare clean up until I get home, I’ll deal with you then.” He leaned closer and growled menacingly in your ear. “Rest assured, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
The sounds coming from the bathroom were easily recognizable, even beyond the noise of the shower hitting the tub. What was strange was that they were coming from Tom, who wasn’t the most vocal person. Now, his moaning was loud, and gravelly, and sexy and… fuck!!
Very quietly, you entered the bathroom, immediately closing the door. Peeking in the curtain, you watched Tom stroke his soapy cock, back and forth. His forehead was touching the wall, one of his legs was perched on the tub lip, and water was falling on his back.
He was close, the muscles in his back rippling with each move of his hand and his hips. He moaned again, on a higher pitch this time. His hips spasmed and he came, his seed splattered the walls. With a happy satisfied sigh, he finished washing himself and turned the water off.
You stood by the sink, waiting for him.
“Holy shit!” He jolted in surprise when he saw you standing there. His face turned a bright shade of red. “What- what are you-”
“Were you masturbating?” you asked.
“What?!?!” he sputtered.
You cocked your head to the side. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan this loud, and honestly I’m kinda bummed, because it was hot as fuck and I wish you did it when you’re fucking me.” As you spoke, you pulled your panties off.
Tom looked at you, still embarrassed, but your panties pooled on the floor made his cock twitch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d like it. I mean… it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Why? Your voice is like dark chocolate. And it goes straight to my pussy when you talk.” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, dirty talk was his weakness, as was being told what to do. You faced the mirror and put one leg on the counter. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, Thomas.” You looked at him in the misty mirror, and removed your shirt over your head.
Tom growled softly. His cock was half hard already. “Wow - I didn’t realize you were that… flexible.”
“I can do much more than this, Tom. But right now I want you to fuck me and I want to hear you moan. Loud!”
You turned your head to look at him and he gulped.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a little voice and stood behind you, holding your hips.
Looking at your reflection in the mirror, he rubbed his cock on your pussy. The friction made him moan, but he held back.
You grabbed his cheeks. “What did I say, Thomas?”
He gulped and nodded. His cock rubbed your pussy again, and he did not hold back the low moan that came with it. The harder he got, the louder he moaned. When he finally entered her cunt, he was relaxed enough to whimper.
You almost came right there and then, but held it back. “Fuck me, Tom.”
He nodded at you and held you firmly, fucking you with increasing speed. At first he wanted to hold back the noise, but you told him not to. So he started moaning, whining, whimpering, in his usual low voice, then getting higher the closer he was to his orgasm.
He sounded beautiful.
“Fuck, fuck fuuuck!! Tom!!” you moaned.
You were close, and so was he. One last shaky thrust and you came, your cunt milking his orgasm out of him. And he came screaming. Your leg slipped from the counter and he held you up, both still trembling in the afterglow.
You looked at him in the mirror. “I need a shower now, when I get out, I want you naked on the bed.”
He may seem all sweet and innocent, but behind closed doors that boy is dark and dirty.
That warning fell short. Behind closed doors, Fr. Hiddleston was dark, dirty, devious, cunning, evil. Yes, evil. Something the patrons coming to mass every sunday did not see behind his facade of rectitude, wisdom, and goodness.
Perhaps he had to balance that shroud of righteousness that came with putting on his cassock every day. Because it took a very special kind of kinky to restrain your limbs to the bed and use all kinds of contraptions to keep you on the edge of orgasm without letting you fall, only to fuck you for what it seemed to be hours afterwards.
You weren’t the first, you wouldn’t be the last. But you were there now, and by God, you were going to enjoy it.
“Father, please!” you whined, tears already rolling down your face in pure despair.
“Ah, look at you, stretched out and trembling,” he said in that low voice of his.
“Please, no more, Father! I need-”
“You need what?” he teased, hovering over you, wearing a smile that came from hell itself.
“I need you inside of me, I need your cock, I need to cum on your cock! Please, Father!” You squirmed on the bed, trying to close your legs, give yourself a bit of relief. But the ropes kept you in place.
“Ask and you shall receive,” he mused, teasing your pussy with his cock, sliding it over your folds.
You screamed, bucking your hips up to increase the friction, or get him inside of you, or anything at this point.
“So desperate,” he purred against your neck. “I shall be merciful and end your suffering then.”
He finally - finally! - pushed his cock into your waiting cunt, and you nearly came right then and there. It only took him a couple of thrusts to send you over the edge. And that was only the start. He kept going, thrusting in and out, dragging his cock against your fluttering walls, not giving you a second to recover. He kept going, until the bed was creaking beneath you.
“I’d like to breed you, little dove. And by the way your cunt just spasmed around my cock, you’d like that!” He increased his pace, fucking you into the mattress. “So desperate for release, which I have given you. Now, so desperate for my cum. I shall give you that too.”
You nodded vigorously, unable to speak anymore.
Another orgasm crept upon you, leaving you tethering on the edge. Fr. Hiddleston coming inside your cunt was what sent you over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your whole body shook as if lightning had struck. You heard him speak, but his words made no sense to your fuzzy brain. All you could feel was the intense pleasure of being filled, and your cunt seemed to happily milk his cock for everything he got.
You stayed sprawled out and limp on the bed for long minutes, even after he released your ankles and wrists. Even after he cleaned you and himself, after he put his clothes back on and buttoned his cassock.
You laid there limp on the bed even when your door clicked shut, the promise of coming back tomorrow buzzing in your ears.
“The food looks delicious, but there’s something much more delicious I’d rather be having right now.”
Those words were your doom, they caused a rush of wetness to seep out of your bare pussy, and almost dripped down your legs. But you pushed your thighs firmly together.
Tom knew exactly the effect his voice had and smiled down at you. “Bathroom, 2 minutes.”
You nodded with a whimper, and speed walked out of the reception room. Once inside the bathroom, you sat on the counter and pulled your dress up. The thought of anyone else coming in and finding you wide open and dripping wet didn’t cross your muddled brain.
Tom might not have said it out loud, but his intent was crystal clear for you anyway.
A shiver ran down your spine when the door finally opened, and Tom walked in, locking the door behind him. His hungry eyes immediately scanned your pussy, and you opened your legs for him wider still.
“You look good all soaking wet.”
“Only for you, Sir!” you said.
Tom stood between your legs and kissed you. “Good girl.”
He crouched on the floor and grabbed your thighs. Normally, he would take his time, tease you, mark your skin and have your writhing before he even touched your pussy. But not tonight. Tonight he was mildly inebriated, and had been made to talk to too many inconsequential people. Knowing he couldn’t leave for at least another couple of hours, he needed to sate his hunger.
This was not the time for teasing. This was the time to bury his face in your pussy and devour you. And that’s exactly what he did.
His mouth covered your whole pussy while his tongue licked around your folds, from your entrance to your clit. His strong hands kept you in place as you squirmed. He puckered his lips and sucked your clit, drawing your first orgasm out of you.
“Do you want people checking what’s going on in here?” he purred, licking your pussy from end to end. You shook your head. “Don’t get too loud then.”
You whimpered and resorted to biting the back of your hand as he resumed his actions. His tongue was joined by his fingers, and he sent you into overstimulation. His mouth attached to your clit, his fingers fucked your cunt, playing with your g-spot. His pinky was teasing your asshole.
Keeping it down was near impossible, but if anyone came through that door, he’d stop. That was the last thing you wanted right now. Not when your orgasms were actually melting into each other, not able to ride back down from one when he was sending you into another.
By the time he was done, you were exhausted. You leaned against the mirror, your legs and arms dropping limp.
Tom looked at you, licking his lips and fingers.
“Delicious and gorgeous!!” he said. He stood up, leaning on the counter with his hands on each side of your hips. “We have to get back to the party, darling.”
“But… wait… you didn’t…” you panted, still out of breath.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he purred, and kissed your head. “I plan to fuck every single hole of yours as soon as we get home.”
“I wouldn’t disturb him during his breeding season if I were you,” Thor said, running behind you, trying to stop you. But you ignored him. “He asked to be left alone!”
“I DON’T CARE!” you bellowed, and forced yourself inside Loki’s room.
It was dark and cold, and the room smelled heavily of musk. Taking a shaky breath you walked towards the balcony, but before you could even touch the curtains, Loki barked.
“NO!”
“Loki-”
“I warned you,” he said in an uncharacteristically gravelly and cold voice. “You really shouldn’t come close to me while I’m in this state.”
Loki leaned forward, a tiny sliver of light fell on his face showing its blue color and rugged markings. Icy fear slid down your throat and you gulped hard, determined not to back out. You knew Loki was part Jotnar, and that specific part of his physiology manifested tenfold when going in his heat cycle. But he had never let you see him, locking himself in what usually was your bedroom.
“Not anymore, Loki,” you started. “I am your partner, your wife, and your claimed Omega!” You fought to keep your voice from shaking. “I am done taking heat suppressants and leaving you alone during your most vulnerable time! Would you do that to me?”
“Of course not-”
“Yet you have!” you interrupted. “I am at my most vulnerable right now, in the middle of my own heat! And you’re here…” your voice cracked. “Will you leave me alone again?”
Loki’s voice softened. “It’s for your own protection.”
You advanced to the bed, the robe you were wearing pooled at your feet as you revealed your naked body. “You would never hurt me, Loki.”
He took a deep breath and growled. He was able to smell your heat, your arousal. Your need. He could barely contain himself, and you tipped him over the edge as soon as you crawled on the bed and your scent took over his senses.
This wasn’t the playful love making, or the lustful fucking you were used to. This Loki was feral, unhinged, hungry, violent even. But, without the effect of the heat suppressants, your body was prepared for him, for his rough rutting, for his possessive hands. His lips devoured yours as he fucked you, and you wrapped your legs around him, giving him all the space he needed.
You cupped his face, forcing him to face you, looking into his red eyes and blue skin. Loki slowed down, maybe waiting for you to push him away and run. But that didn’t happen, you hugged him close to your chest.
“Breed me, my prince! I’m so ready for you!”
The pleading in your voice spurred him on. He groaned and moaned, his sharp teeth left marks on your shoulders and neck. He had claimed you already, but this felt like he was doing it all over again. Your cunt fluttered around his unusually cold girth, which grew colder and thicker. Lost in pleasure, Loki came within you, filling you with his seed, its coldness made you shiver. His swollen knot pulsed against your g-spot and sent you over the edge. You clung to his back, and shouted for him, with your legs flailing in the air.
Long seconds passed, Loki was still wedged inside of you, his knot keeping all his seed in your womb. It restricted movement, but you were never happier than when Loki was buried between your legs.
“You’re not scared.” He sounded surprised.
“I never was, my love,” you said, caressing his face with adoration. “I love you for everything you are. I am yours and you are mine.”
Loki smiled, flashing his pointy teeth. “I am yours and you are mine, my princess.”
He leaned down to kiss you, slowly at first, but didn’t take long until his kiss was passionate, deep and possessive. His knot was starting to subside, allowing him to move his hips, slowly fucking you once again.
You whimpered, in happiness, desire, love, need for him to start all over again. He took a deep breath, almost drinking in your smell. His toothy smile was not kind now, but feral.
The boy was stupid. Without a doubt. You could see it in his eyes every morning when you gave out instructions. But if there was someone with a severe case of morosexual, that was you. Everything he lacked in brain cells, he had it in deliciousness. He plagued your waking hours, and infiltrated your dreams. Everytime he spoke a word you just wanted to sit on his mouth, give him something better to do with his tongue. Whenever you watched him do a few laps around camp, you wondered if his fairly big cock, bouncing inside his shorts, was leaving his brain deprived of oxygen. And boy, did you want to sit on that too!
You had to do something about it, before he left.
His last day, you called him in your office, he was shaking like a leaf, dreading what you were going to say. He had screwed up so many times by now… It made you want to pull down his pants and spank him.
“Hazeldine…” you started. “You are leaving tomorrow and there’s something I need you to take care of before that. And I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional. ”
His eyes were blank, as if he didn’t understand one word of what you just said. He probably didn’t. Why is that so fucking hot?? The hell is wrong with you??
You stood up and locked the door, leaning on the desk right in front of him. “Are you a virgin, Hazeldine?” His eyes went wide and he stammered. “That is a yes. Are you into girls?”
He stuttered again, but managed to get out a clear, “yes.”
You smiled. “Have you ever even touched a woman?” He stammered again, turning as red as a ripe tomato. “I take that as a no.”
You watched him for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an approach. It had to be a direct one, the guy clearly wasn’t going to get subtleties.
“Hazeldine, I think it’s time you get rid of that V-card.”
“What?!!?” he sputtered, and turned even more red, if that was possible.
“I can’t help it, I want you. You’re dumb and infuriating, but you make me so horny!” you said, and took his hand, leading it under your skirt and on to your bare pussy. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” you asked, getting his fingers between your wet folds. “That’s my arousal, Hazeldine. That’s how horny you make me.”
He looked at you with his eyes wide as plates. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his usually empty head was now full of the images he had seen in porn movies, of wet pussies and eager women. You kept moving his hand, teasing yourself with his long fingers. The bulge in his pants was not to be ignored. You cupped it over his clothes and stroked his shaft.
“Fuck!!” he whimpered.
“I want to fuck you, Hazeldine. Are you okay with that?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Good boy, sit down.”
You pulled his shorts to his knees and pushed him on the chair. His cock stood tall and proud, and looked about to burst. You knew he wasn’t going to last, so you took him in your mouth, just to get his first orgasm out of the way. Which happened really fast. Then, you kept sucking until he was hard enough again. Oh, youth! Didn’t take long either.
Legs on either side of the chair, you impaled yourself with his cock. Bouncing up and down, you teased your clit, trying to reach your orgasm as fast as you knew he was going to cum.
“I can’t-! I can’t!!” His head was thrown back and he was panting, moaning like a whore in heat. He had watched his fair amount of porn, but he seemed to forget the women were the ones screaming in those videos.
You were close too. As soon as his cum coated your walls, you came, mumbling and moaning curses that were muffled by his high pitched scream.
Not exactly satisfied, but at least with that out of the way, you stood up. “Okay, that was fun!” you said, getting wet wipes to clean yourself.
Hazeldine just groaned, still laying back on the chair, half soft cock still out. He looked even more brainless than usual. Maybe that night, his last night, it wouldn’t be bad to have a round 2.
I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional around you.
That phrase resonated in your ears. Oh yeah, he wasn’t being professional at all right now, not with you bent over his desk and his cock pounding your cunt.
At first, you thought he was messing with you, a joke at your expense. Very unprofessional, and you fought back, dismissing his words.
Everyone knows I have a crush on you! And all of the sudden you have “feelings” for me? Fuck you, Hiddleston!
If you interrupt me one more time - so help me god!!
God can’t help you!!
That did it. In a second he was all over you, tearing at your clothes, pulling your pants and panties down. Touching your breasts with his tongue and your pussy with his fingers. In the shock you barely managed to open his pants and as soon as his hard heavy cock fell on your hand, Tom turned you over and shoved it in your cunt.
Professionalism was out the window, lost between the mess of papers that flew off the desk to the floor. His pace was bruising from the start, and you could do little more than brace yourself against the desk and take it.
“Don’t cum yet… I want us to- fuck!”
Isn’t it what we’re doing? You thought, but could not speak if you wanted to focus on staving off your release. He was close, if the moaning and grunting on her neck was any indication.
Please! Please! Please! You repeated in your head, though that wasn’t what was coming out of your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!” he cursed loudly.
One… two… three more thrusts and he was coming, filling your womb with his seed. And you collapsed on the desk, shaking as if it was made of ice. Tom leaned down and covered your body with his.
“Still think I’m joking?” he breathed out on your neck.
You smiled and took a deep breath. “Jury is still out.”
As the weeks went by, you found that while the pain didn’t lessen at all, it was becoming slightly easier to manage. At work you focused all of your energy on being the best teacher you could be, more than you ever had before, and when you weren’t working you were trying out every hobby you could think of. You avoided the TV like the plague after finding out the hard way that every streaming service you were subscribed to had at least one series or film starring your ex boyfriend. There was one night when you made the idiotic mistake of watching the first Thor movie, only to have a total breakdown as soon as Loki made his first appearance on screen.
What you couldn’t avoid, however, was seeing Emma and Annalise every day at work. At least with Emma, you just had to pretend you were fine for a few minutes at drop-off and pick-up. The hardest part was Anna. Why was it that it wasn’t until after the breakup that you truly noticed how much she resembled her uncle? She had the same curls, the same eyes, and the same smile that he did. You did your best not to treat her any differently than the other kids in your class, but your heart broke a little every time she looked at you. Occasionally she would mention her Uncle Tom and you would have to hide your face and blink back the tears starting to pool in your eyes.
Then one day, she said something about him that actually made you laugh. Your first instinct was to text him and tell him about it, but you didn’t know if you should. What if he hated you and never wanted to hear from you again? What if it reopened wounds that weren’t even barely starting to heal yet? Then again, what if talking to each other again was exactly what you needed to be able to heal properly; to learn how to just be friends again? You grappled with yourself all day over it until you were lying awake in bed, and by some stroke of either bravery or stupidity, you decided to text him.
Despite the inevitable tears that streaked across your face, you smiled to yourself as you set your phone down. Yes, it was awkward, and yes, he didn’t exactly seem ecstatic to hear from you, but at least for a moment it felt like normal again, giving you hope that maybe he could still be a part of your life, however small that part may be.
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As excited as Tom was to hear from you again, he attempted to play it cool. After all, it wasn’t like you were getting back together, you were just trying to reach out to him as a nice gesture— at least that was what he was going to tell himself.
Following your conversation, he decided he wouldn’t text you again unless you messaged him first. Given that he was now busy working again, he figured it was a reasonable goal. However, only a few days passed until he couldn’t resist any longer.
Tom was incredibly distracted through that evening’s rehearsal. Why did you still affect him like this? Eventually the director called it for the night, and Tom, not wanting to go home just yet, invited everyone to go out for drinks.
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Your conversation with Tom that day made you annoyingly giddy. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was supposed to be you and Tom salvaging your friendship, and nothing more. After about an hour of trying not to think too hard about it, you conceded to having a few beers while attempting to take another stab at your latest hobby for a distraction. Four beers and three crochet tutorials later, you got a text from none other than the man from whom you were trying to distract yourself.
You were in the middle of typing that you were glad he was getting home safely when you heard a knock on your door. Your heart stopped. It couldn’t be…
You opened the door, and Tom grabbed your face and kissed you, desperately. Your mind went blank in an instant as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same desperation. It was sloppy and rough, and you both smelled like alcohol, but you didn’t care. You quickly rid him of his shirt and he did the same for you, immediately grabbing your tits as you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Then he lifted your legs up, hooked them around his waist, and carried you to the sofa. He laid you down on your back and pulled your shorts and panties off as quickly as he could before settling between your legs and kissing and biting your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and moaned into his ear. He sat up briefly to pull his erection out of his pants, then lined himself up with your dripping pussy while he brought his face back down to yours. He kissed you hard on the lips as he pushed his cock into you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. His thrusts were hard and fast, slamming into you while you both gasped and moaned. It didn’t take long at all before you felt your climax crash over you. “Oh fuck, baby! Oh god, yes!” you cried. He moaned your name in response and you felt his cock throb as he came deep inside of you.
You stayed like that for a moment, both panting, with his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes closed. “Fuck,” he huffed as he pulled out of you and quickly stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. You sat up and looked at him concerned.
“Tom,” is all you said. You honestly didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” he said quietly, not looking at you.
“I know,” you replied timidly. “We shouldn’t have let this happen.”
He picked up his shirt and put it on, still not looking at you. “I don’t just mean the sex,Y/N. I need to get over you, and I can’t do that if we keep talking like we have been.”
Your eyes began to sting as they welled up with tears. “But I need you in my life, Tom, even if it’s just a text here and there. I can’t lose you so completely like that.”
He was halfway to the door when he stopped and looked over his shoulder, but his eyes still didn’t meet yours. “And I can’t keep letting you break my heart over and over like this.” And with that, he left.
Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
Warnings for this chapter:Blood.
A/n: Sorry for the delay, I’m going through stressful stuff, thank you so much for all the support and the likes and the follows, we’re 400 already, I love you all so much!!!
“You truly have grown beautiful” the redheaded in the red suit took off your restraints, all with a snake’s smile plastered on his face, matching his mamba.
“Are we going to sit down and talk or are you going to tell me where that vermin is hiding?” the excitement of finally being back with your colleagues would turn into adrenaline, however the bewilderment of having no idea where you were in the world and the post-flight dizziness made you see colored dots, maybe you should have gotten up from the chair more carefuly.
“Come this way, we’ve been waiting for you, agent.” The colorful reptile slid off his shoulders, its head came up and hissed at you, it inched closer until the thick part of its torso moved away from Jasper’s body. You managed to hold it before it hit the ground, the reptile’s body clung to your arm and then when it was safe it moved around your shoulders until it was comfortable.
“I hope my absence hasn’t disrupted the purpose of our mission,” you joked, stroking the animal’s scaly head. “Of course not, we have at least two hundred armed agents ready to take down Alan’s mansion in Costa Brava, agents that I expected you to lead” always expected that of you, even after you graduated from the academy.
“I thought we had this issue clear, I’m not a leader, I plan to get inside, get what I need, and make Alan kiss my ass” he belly laughed, his voice turned raspy and old due to the smoke and the age, but what could you expect from a sixty-year old man with the body health of a ninety-year old?
“I don’t think he’ll put much resistance on the latest thing” he laughed again, it reminded you of the good times, “I’ll blow his head afterwards, at least he’ll have one last good thing” then you saw Smith, the doctor, “Hey! The fucking needle wasn’t necessary, next time I’ll turn you into a pincushion” he showed you his middle finger before entering the med bay.
“Now, now, don’t be mad at good old Smithy, he was just doing what he was told”.
“I’ll shove it up your ass then” the snake hissed at Jasper matching your anger, although most of it was just messing around, “I missed you” he caressed your face lovingly, he trained you, he was your mentor…he sort of raised you in your young adult years.
After a boring meeting, it was time to rest, there were few hours left before you had to hold a weapon again, you almost could feel that familiar weight in your hands.
“Soo, how’s your boyfriend? Does he know of your whereabouts?” you released a deep “ugh” at the sound of his normal voice, sometimes he was just too fruity to stop being a cliché, “No and he won’t know from the lacks of you, I had to spy on your little affair to keep her from uncovering the ruse” Charlie was really a part of all that? Yes, how? You weren’t sure.
“Is he part of this mission?” he suspiciously nudge your arm, “No! And you will not harm him, he’s innocent”.
“Did you fuck him?”.
“He does it better than you”.
“I don’t doubt that, with those hips, mmm~. They had to CGI his cock out of the frame because it was too damn big, if anything, I respect you” you had to admit that you shared his love for his physique, but the way he was referring to Tom, “Don’t talk about him like he was just some whore I fucked, he’s more than that” he made you felt safer than anyone, he was worth it.
“If you say so”.
“I had to team with you, you’re a disgrace” unprofessional, he acts out of order, improvises, and he is not inclined to follow orders, that’s why you hated him.
“We all are, and it’s your fault, all this trouble because you killed the wrong idiot”.
“I know, I won’t miss again”
“Good, now let’s go, we strike tomorrow at dawn”.
“Can’t wait".
Two days passed, a few texts from you got to be sent into Tom’s phone. Those brief lights of hope got him excited and cheerful at work. The feeling of your hands on his forearms going up to his neck, your warm cheeks against his, your lips, your smile ever so lovely, lingered. It made him happy to remember you like that.
It seemed so easy to just go by the day, sharing just a few texts and selfies. It worked for a while, until he saw that you sent a repeated photo.
He tried to overlook that detail, because it seemed like a mistake, anyone could just send the photo where they looked their best a few times, but he didn’t get an appropriate answer from you, so he started to get suspicious.
He showed the conversations to a specialist and she determined that it was a bot programmed for auto-answer in chat, after a few trick questions to fool the system. But why would you put a bot to answer his texts? Could it be that you were still mad about the prank? No, you said that you forgave him.
So then three weeks passed. He came back to London, he didn’t bothered to keep talking with the bot, if you happened to be at your place as he hoped, he was going to have a very serious conversation with you.
He knocked once and twice on your door, but all he heard were grunts and stumps, “Yes? Huh? Tom, I thought you had another week of filming” you seemed surprised to see him, but not in a good way, you held the door too close to your body.
“They let me go early, love. I need to talk to you about something” he seemed hurt, you hated that look because you knew it was because of you, did he found out about you? Who told him? Is he going to leave you because of the horrible things you’ve done?
“Can it wait?… Let’s meet tomorrow, how ‘bout that?” you carried away your words, heck, you could barely concentrate in putting a sentence together. “Y/n, I really need to speak to you right now, would you let me in?” no, you couldn’t, he would see you.
“Now is not a good moment”.
“Y/N, what are you hiding?” was there someone with you? That’s why you were avoiding him? Not that you were his or anything, but he thought he at least had something with you.
“Nothing, can it wait ‘till tomorrow?” you pleaded, you needed him to go, but at the same time you needed him to hold you. You wanted to cry and cling to him, but you couldn’t make him see, he’ll know, and if knows, you’ll lose him.
“Y/n, I’m not going until you open the door” he wasn’t going to push the door, he didn’t wanted to hurt you.
“I don’t want to”.
“Y/n”.
“Tom, seriously I’m busy in something important!” tears threatened your eyes.
“What? What exactly are you so busy on?” he raised his voice, making you shiver. “I don’t want you to panic” the words were true, but your voice, so small and pathetic, you were once a soldier.
“Panic? Y/N stop being so cryptic, tell me what the hell is going-” you opened the door before he could yell, stopping him dead in his tracks, “I’m stitching this wound” the cut was on your right calf, it was dripping blood, and you also had another on your stomach but that was stitched shut.
You were already struggling to stand up as it is, you though that he was going to help you right away, instead he scoffed, “Very funny, is this your way to get back at me? I already apologized!” you groaned and as about to explain but then Oscar spoke behind you.
“Y/n please come back, if you move it’s going to get worse-, oh! Your boyfriend, hi handsome! Would you mind telling her stubborn ass to come back? I’m not done dealing with that cut” whiney good Oscar, yes you loathed him, but he’s good with needles.
“Who the fuck is he?” Tom’s jealousy got the best of him, but that was within his right, “Just come in” you pulled him in and closed the door, well let yourself fall onto the door and pushed it until it closed.
“Tom, this is Oscar, he’s the ex I told you about but before you roll up your sleeves and hit him, he and I were never a couple. For starters he’s very gay, and we were cops in an undercover investigation, that, as you can see, went really bad!” you walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind you, your screams of pain and wailing echoed in the room.
Tom tried to follow but Oscar blocked his way, “Honey, I wouldn’t advise you to go in there, as I said I’m not finished, she could die for real” Oscar did know you, and Tom watching you in pain was not something you needed at the time.
“How did that-”.
“No questions while I’m working, even though you’re handsome, she’ll explain it later, don’t push her, it’s hard to be oneself when you return from a mission, she’s been under a big rock” deep down Oscar would kill Tom if he hurt you, at the moment he was limiting himself to be real to him, which prove to be fruitful, “What can I do?”.
“Wait in the living room, the last thing she needs is her love seeing her at her lowest, she’s frustrated, afraid, and angry, she’ll explain in time, give her a chance” Tom nodded at Oscar’s words and took seat in the couch.
“Okay Tom, I’m going to explain, but it’s not going to be pretty, are you sure you want to hear it?” Oscar brought you to the living room once he was done patching you up. Only then he got to see more of your bruises and cuts, it broke his heart to say the least.
“It has to do with our first meeting, my first failure as part of the special forces. I was undercover working at that restaurant, everything was going fine, my target was just a few tables away. But that asshole, a nobody who wanted a free meal planted broken glass in a cake and I was publicly fired, completely screwing up my plan.
I ran into the asshole outside the restaurant and almost kicked him to death, rendering the bastard unrecognizable, which I shouldn’t have done because he was my target’s little brother and the street cameras didn’t help me, I had to hide until that the agency erased my tracks.
But that doesn’t end there.
What was going to happen to the plan? I had to wait a lot, until recently I was called back. Alan Star’s company had recently received a large payment, this being the reward for an alliance between Star Oil and McKee Senors, a company that designs cell phones. However the name turned out to be an anagram, “smoke screen” being the name, what a funny sense of humor the son of a bitch has. Instead of cell phones, they specialized in creating and modifying cures for the most complex of diseases.
And why would an oil tycoon and a bastard get together? Easy, money, power and legacies. The celebration you were going to infiltrate was a wedding between the children of both families, which impressed you in a good way, their families were mostly elderly, the ones you could bet were old enough to have witnessed what the ignorant did to the witches in Salem.
Still doesn’t sound diabolical? To create a cure you need to have the disease, and to get it someone has to have contracted it. Talking about a massive missing persons and medical records case.
Lion Samuels, CEO of McKee Senors was my objective, he’s gone but…” you couldn’t hold your tears anymore, as soon as Tom opened his arms to you, your body pushed itself from Oscar and fell into Tom’s embrace.
Unable to keep explaining, Oscar finished your you. “Y/n found out there was someone else there, not being their prisoner, as we thought, but working with them”.
“Who?” Tom was soon going to regret asking, “My mother” you spoke through your sniffling, it hurt too much.
Summary:Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
The doctor left, you didn’t rested correctly until you were sure he was out of the house.
“Here love, open wide” Tom was trying his best to not look guilty, although he still felt that way, “I can do it myself Tom, I’m sick not paralyzed” you meant it as a joke, but he looked so hurt, so you just gave up, “Fine” you let him feed you the soup.
“Something hurting love? I can see something is bothering you” how were you going to tell him?
“All of it, but Tom you don’t have to take care of me” he gently pushed you back to the pillows, “I know I don’t, but I want to”.
“Why?”.
“Partly because I feel guilty, and secondly because you look cute when you’re stubborn” a kiss on your forehead with his soft lips made you feel even more worried, “Guilty?” He looked hurt, you could say, “Yesterday, I really screwed up, I want to make it up to you” and here came your revenge, “What did you screw up, specifically?”.
At that moment you felt gigantic, as if you could only push him to the ground with one breath, you had all the power over him. For his part, he couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, the feeling that you were in control had him drowning in his own thoughts.
“I tricked you into thinking I was really hurt, that was horrible of me, out of line, and I’ll never do it to anyone again, because it’s not a joke, please forgive me my sweetest” he almost blurted out ‘I’ll do it that you want’ due to his desperation, he managed to control himself but thought that he would end up begging you since you took a few tortuous seconds of absolute silence, while he felt that you scanned his soul with your eyes.
Unexpectedly, you pulled him by the collar of his vest and gave him a kiss, sucking on his lips passionately.
“Very good, you’re forgiven, now gimme more soup, your cooking skills are amazing” you whispered very close to his lips, “Mm, I want to keep kissing you” his whining was adorable, his crystalline eyes shone against the light of the streetlight, although half-closed they still looked like moon crystals.
“But you’ll catch it” he didn’t stopped kissing you, from your lips, to your neck and then he set the tray away from the bed, took your hands between his, and on his knees he kissed your fingers.
“Gives me an excuse for you to nurse me back to health” he winked, you imagined him on the bed, not being able to stop himself from being sick and flirty at the same time.
“Not worth it, because you’ll end up fat, I like to pamper with food, 'n kisses, and lots of hugs and cuddles” you said while kissing his face, running you fingers through his curls.
“So be it, I’ll spend more time in the gym once I recover” his words were merely a whisper as your lips were still over his forehead, but it was loud enough for you to smile against his skin.
The soup ran cold.
Three days later the cold went away, the house was warm again. He never left your side, he actually spent more time on your bed than on his, afraid that the sickness would take you away from him. Exaggerated? Maybe, but it was what took his grandfather from him.
Tom fell asleep beside him and woke up the next morning with tears on his eyes, his grandfather was as cold as snow, it brought him great sorrow, and a scar that still feeds his worse fears.
He was static when you got better, he cuddled you in every chance he got, hardly keeping his hands off of you, all because you had to go back to London.
“Do you have to go?” He held you closer, you were sitting across his lap, his arms were tightly around your waist, “I would love to stay, you know that, but I really need the job” he whined and protested, eyeing your suitcase next to the couch across the living room.
“I could give you money” you gave him a look, “Thomas, don’t be ridiculous” you laughed and squirmed on his arms, “I mean it, I could provide for you” 'too fast’ you would think, but at your age, and his, he wanted children, you wanted to be married. It made you consider stuff.
“I would love to be your house lover, but I’m afraid I am too fond of my independence” you have him two pats to this shoulder, you didn’t wanted to owe him someday.
“It wouldn’t be like that, you work for the minimum and they will still pay you less, all I’m saying is that I would love to be your sponsor, you still have that bakery home business?”.
You nodded.
“Well, I would like to invest, maybe open a formal shop” it made you smile, but it seemed too god to be selfless.
“What’s in it for you? Perhaps eating the deform batch?” you joked, making him kiss your cheek between chuckles as he watched you with tender eyes, “Tempting, but also supporting something you love, like you have this past few weeks”.
“I adore the arts, also your acting skills, although sometimes I find them rather gruesome” he pretended to be hurt and that something had pierced through his heart.
“I will never be truly pardoned” he was such a dramatic actor.
“You are, but forgiven doesn’t mean forgotten, and I have a pretty good memory” he gasped, “Ouch, my queen, fiercer words ever spoken” you kissed him, “It was your fault to recite all that Shakespeare stuff, I’ve learnt”.
“I enjoy it actually, maybe you could read me a little sometime" In his free time, when he wasn’t hugging you or reading the script, he would read you a bit of his favorite works, his voice so smooth and silky sliding through the words in old English that it was sometimes hard for you to understand, however, it was not necessary. Ignoring the content, you just delighted in his voice and the vibrations it made in his chest, “I like it more when you do”.
“Stay” he pleaded.
“I promise I will, once you return to London” you straddled him on his lap, running your hands through his neck to his hair, “I’ll take your word for it my dearest, otherwise I will have you tied to me if I have to” he lowered his head to your collarbones, inhaling the scent of your skin, “No need, I’ll miss you enough”.
“Stay” he begged, “Tom” to which you called on his name with a serious tone. “Last one, I swear” he kissed right above your left breast.
“Will you see me off at the airport?” he raised his head from your skin and pretended to be wounded as you spoke, “Yes, even though it hurts" that afternoon was all kisses and hugs. You had no idea why he had refrained from touching you past the limits, not even once, but you were grateful, your body didn’t recover from that experience, not that it was his fault though.
The next day he accompanied you to the airport, he gave you a sad smile and a chaste kiss, knowing if he kissed you furthermore he wouldn’t be able to let you go.
“See you soon” you said as you walked away, “My love” whispered to yourself, it was a harsh thing to do, not cry. Since unfortunately, that plane did landed in London, but not with you in it, you were set for another destination.
“I see that you said your goodbyes, smart girl” the same man smiled next to you, “Even if I was brave enough to try to escape, you would use him against me. The safest thing was to leave” 'again’ you thought feeling a sting in your stomach.
“Rest assure, he will not be harmed, but I can’t say the same of your friend, the boss…was rather ruthless” You knew you couldn’t trust him, but he was always noble enough to keep his promises and his threats. “Where are we going?” When asking the question, you already imagined what was going to happen, “It’s best if you don’t know” same words of the last time, you prepared yourself for the sting of the needle.
And then, everything turned black.
“Well, well, hello little rattlesnake” that voice, the tidy red suit, that fucking yellow mamba on his arm, “Hello, Jasper, Manuel, Oscar” the roses on their arms visible enough made you realize, you were in the worst place possible.
Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
*Sorry it took too long, but I’m back in the game! hope you enjoy this one, let me know*
Warnings for this chapter: Angst, mentions of blood, traumatic memories, threatening.
It crawled up your spine like an insect, your heart contracting violently causing your heartbeat to begin to grow soft and barely audible as you scanned the room. Your whole body went cold, as if your blood was frozen inside your veins.
There were no thoughts, no words, just giggling in the background and Tom’s blue eyes widening normally, along with his charming smile.
“I’m sorry about this dear, we were preparing for the scene and started messing around with some of the staff, it was just a little scare,” he said very lightly.
It felt unnatural, but a smile found its way across your lips, you laughed along with the others, “What a joke, you little… see you at the house, Tom” you nudged him on the shoulder. That smile, it was exactly the same, the burning field, the sound of the bullets, everything came back to your mind.
Despite how many times he told you could stay, you just kept walking, wearing that smile in your face that just felt like a mask.
“You’re so dead” Sam pointed as something obvious rather than just mock him, while looking up from his magazine. “What do you mean?” Tom whipped off a few drops fake blood he had falling off his chin, feeling a familiar uncomfortable sting in his chest.
“This? Heh! You’ll never going to see her again if you don’t apologize, poor girl, she turned white as a ghost when she saw you” he laughed, setting the magazine on a table.
“I just did, she even laughed” Sam just gave him a look, “You really don’t know women” and rolled his eyes.
When Tom got to the house he felt paralyzing fear, he could barely put his hands on the doorknob, much less insert the key. Upon entering, the room was empty, during the last weeks you had always received him with your warm being, but he only found the cold of your absence and the anxiety that it caused him.
He calmed down when he saw that your things were still in your room, however he couldn’t sleep knowing that you weren’t there.
He fell asleep after one in the morning, still in his casual clothes and on the covers.
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You refused the ride in the car that brought you there, you had a hard time not taking your anger out on the man. Now, the room was useful, or so you thought as you looked towards the house, however you didn’t go inside.
A walk seemed like a good idea, the cold was bearable because you were numb, a normal person would wear a coat at that time of year, especially at night.
It didn’t really matter, you needed a drink, something you knew would get you through the rest of the night light and easy. To your discomfort, it was margaritas, specifically 3.
You weren’t sure why tequila alone made you feel needy and anxious, but combined with sugary juice it brought you so much peace and clarity.
In your head obviously.
On the outside you looked as drunk as anyone, walking like a newborn deer. Which is why, after the drinks, you came home at three in the morning, your eyes cloudy and your brain almost off.
Fingers barely grazing Tom’s bedroom handle, the image of his bloodied face flashed into your mind.
You retracted your fingers and went to your room instead, it felt so cold crawling on the covers alone, but you just didn’t have the heart to face it again.
You needed to hug him, but how do you do that after he humiliated you and then called it a joke? but on the other hand you needed to know that he was okay.
How could you open the door to his room and it was enough for you to see his chest rise and fall for a sob to escape.
You stomach just felt so uneasy at the thought of the recent events, why he would do something so unethical and just stupid? You appreciated a good joke as anyone else, but that just wasn’t a joke, and you had the awful feeling that it may not have been his idea to begin with.
If it was, you had no idea what your reaction would be, to be honest. It already has been twice that he had mistreated you, and you let it slide far too easily for your taste.
Why?
Could you let this one go without fighting? He would probably call you dramatic, or that you’re overreacting over a situation that was merely thought as a harmless joke. But it wasn’t, right?
It made you feel just like that day. It came with a horrible realization, that you really care about him. It was the same sensation you had the night that your partner was held at gunpoint, a glock 17 covered in rose gold that still haunted your dreams.
You lost two things that night, a loved one, and a particular body function.
The next morning you woke up not hungry, only four hours of sleep was affecting you too much, but the need for coffee changed your priorities so you dozed a little while the water boiled.
You didn’t even want to share an instance with him, and he was running late in fact, you just made him a sandwich and put some coffee in a thermos.
"Where were you last night?!” His eyes looked dark and red, did he slept last night? “Bar, I drank a little too much so I stayed until I sobered up enough to come back” ‘Avoid eye contact, he has a clean face now, but last night…’ you thought, eyes glued to the cabinet up front.
He hummed in response, “You could’ve told me” he was worried, “It was far too early” he approached you but maintained a good and safe distance, ““Y/n, I…” he was interrupted by a sudden cough, the events of last night finally caught up on you. “Y/n, are you alright?” he looked concerned, but still kept himself far, it hurt, but he was an actor after all, he couldn’t take the risk.
“I’m fine, I just need some rest is all, you’re going to be late” he wanted to stay, but it was true, so he left, that’s when you finally gave up.
Coffee didn’t really did much to keep you awake, neither did the little sleep you had last night. The coughs started to get worse as time went by, you had to order takeout pizza because moving from the couch was rather challenging.
But even when it did arrived, you took two bites out of a single slice and threw it to the garbage, the rest of the pizza went back to the box, along with a note “Heat it up if you’re hungry”, you could’ve been more lovely, but with him? You weren’t going to even bother.
“How is she?” Sam asked Tom as soon as he walked inside the trailer, “She was feeling a little off, but alright” the stylist started working on his face when Sam cleared his throat, “Something wrong?” Tom opened one eye to look at his publicist’s disapproval face. “No, I just have an allergy to blind idiots” his bluntness made Tom angry.
"Pardon?” he sounded offended, though hiding much of his real weariness.
“I don’t see why you get mad about that, or did the boot fit you?” Tom began to get tired of his passive aggressiveness, “Explain yourself Sam” he spoke clearly and forcefully, even the makeup artist had the instinct to step aside, but he had to continue with his work.
“If I had scared my darling almost to death and she got pneumonia due to my lack of brains, I would finish the job in no time and run to her, even beg for her forgiveness on my knees” the pang in his stomach returned, you were coughing in the morning, but you didn’t drive to the bar?
“But I’m single, and I don’t do stupid things like pretend to be dead to scare someone and then have the audacity to call it a joke” Sam finished and was about to leave, when in his mental turmoil Tom asked what he should do about it., “Tom, I’m your publicist, not your guru” Sam responded with pity and mockery.
“But you understand women better than me, so” that came out far too defensive for Tom, so Sam thought it was the best for him to find a solution on his own. In the end, he was left alone with the make up crew and his thoughts.
He didn’t have many scenes to shoot that day, so he finished early and followed his publicist’s advice. He bought some ingredients to make you a stew and some cough syrups, chocolates and a hot compress, all to be able to take care of you in case you were in a very bad state.
“Y/n?” he called you but you didn’t answer, he left the purchases in the kitchen and went up to your room, he relaxed immensely after seeing your shape under the covers, “My sweetest, how are you feeling?” he gently caressed your shoulder, "Bad” your tone was nasal and congested, you were shivering with cold, your skin was pale and your nose was slightly red.
“My darling, I’ll make a stew that will take away all the pain, how’s that?” you shook your head, “I tried eating pizza and I couldn’t take more than a few bites” now the box made sense to him, “This is different, and you need to eat something, it’s not good for your body if you don’t eat” you whined as you turned around, his bloody face flashed over his clean one, which made you tear up and open your arms to him.
He took you in his arms and joined you in bed, he gave an absolute fuck getting sick, you needed him. “Does it hurt too much?” he placed your body on top of his, so you would be sitting on his legs and your side would be pressed onto his chest, he pulled the blankets on top of you to shield you from the cold while he hugged you.
You didn’t responded, just nuzzled against his neck, your embrace felt limp and loose, yet you were holding him with every bit of strength you had. “My dearest, I need to know where it hurts, would you show me?” with the cold increasing your sensitivity, his touch felt like ants walking on your skin, moving was not an option, and the exhaustion caused by the alcohol had your mind occupied in not passing out before giving him an answer.
“Everything” your eyes closed, that being his signal to call the paramedics. The doctor arrived earlier than he anticipated, it seemed strange to him, but due to the urgency he let that detail pass.
“Fever, malaise, muscle and joint pain, tiredness and fatigue, headache, dry cough without expectoration, chest pain, everything indicates pneumonia, it also explains the excessive cold sweat and loss of skin color, I will prescribe antibiotics and cough syrup, make sure she doesn’t try to exert herself unnecessarily, if she has difficulty breathing you should take her to a hospital immediately” his tone was severe, so it made his instructions stick within Tom’s brain, he had to change from stew to chicken soup.
When he was off to the kitchen, the doctor bent over and hovering over your ear he whispered, “Should your boyfriend know what you’ve done?” he got a brief response of struggle from you, indicating that you were listening, “He has her, next time we rendezvous, you will come with us without a single peep, do you understand?” he grabbed hold of your hand and you squeezed it, making him know that you got it clear.
Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
Warnings for this chapter: Blood.
*Sorry, short chapter, but I needed to get to the point*
“You ready?” Charlie helped you carry out your bags to the sidewalk, both waiting for his Jaguar to show up, “Are you sure you want to go with him after, you know?” you were asking yourself that same question, “I’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t drink” you half-joked, “Besides, he was probably on ecstasy or some weird shit, because I know alcohol, and he wasn’t just on that” she hummed in response, lifting her sight from you to the fancy car approaching, “Here comes Alan form The Hangover” you laughed as you elbowed her on the side, “Easy”.
“Hello ladies” he walked first to you, almost because of gravity you fell into his embrace, he smelled so good.
“Hello handsome” he smiled, giving you a light squeeze. “This is my friend Charlie, we live together” your friend gave you a look then shook Tom’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you Charlie” she just smiled and hummed, trying to keep her thoughts out of her mouth.
“Well, see you in a few weeks” You tried to ignore the thousand and one warning signs in her body language, but Charlie was perceptive, “Be careful” she whispered to you, not like a mother warning her son to a knowing that he is going to do something wrong, no, but that there was only pure and absolute affection in her intention.
“I will” you promised.
Tom took your suitcase and squeezed it in between his own luggage, he wanted to seem cool but you ended up helping him in between giggles because of his struggle to get it in.
It felt incredible, just you and him and the endless road painted in the sky, the plane easily cut through the air, the trip was going to be short, but anyway, it seemed like they would be on the plane for a whole day. And it was warm, feeling his arm draped around your waist, his steady breath sounding against your ear, which was almost glued to his chest. It was as if you were alone. You feeling him, and him almost denying that the moment was real.
When the plane landed, Tom scrambled to grab your hand and sneak you away from the normal entrance, knowing there would be some paparazzi waiting for the next gossip.
The airport staff guided you to a van with black windows, a knot formed in your stomach, not knowing if it was really coming from the agency to pick them up or if it was something else.
“Are you alright love? Maybe I pulled you too harshly?” you shook your head, but it was pretty dark inside the van so he couldn’t really see you, “No, I’m okay, you’re shaking” you took his trembling hands and tried your best to cover them with yours, but his were bigger than yours.
The man who sat in the front seat of the car was slightly taller than you, had short blond hair, and was dressed in colorful clothing, like a tourist lost in Hawaii.
“Hi Tom, ready to go?” He seemed so full of life, he made you feel like a rotting corpse. Sam! Y/n this is Sammy Woods” he settled himself in his seat so he could shake your hand, “I’m the guy who makes sure he gets there on time, and sometimes this guy’s image consultant and publicist” he joked while going back to the front.
“How was the flight?” he asked with an air of insinuation, looking at Tom more than at you. “Honestly, I wish I had slept more, I was so comfortable” with you on top, how could he say that? you asked yourself, but the smile you caught on his face didn’t lie at all.
Thankfully because of the darkness he didn’t saw the scarlet blush you had over your cheeks.
“Well, you better take advantage of the moment, because it’s a good three hour trip to even get to the sector where you’re going to film, so, I would recommend you to take a nap” Sam eyed you through the rearview, winking. You couldn’t understand why exactly had he intended with it, until Tom hummed in response and accommodated himself so his head fell on your lap and his body would fit comfortably in the spot, although his legs kind of hanged from the seat.
"Don’t let me sleep too long, my sweet, please?” you leaned in to place a kiss on his forehead and whispered ‘it’s ok’, he quickly fell asleep when he felt your fingers on his scalp. “And we lost him,” you laughed at Sam’s humor, “Who are you to him exactly?” his eyes fixed on you, suspiciously awaiting your answer, “For him? no idea, but I consider myself his friend” you said 'friend’ with too much affection, he didn’t continue with the subject, in your eyes he could see something, and he knew it was better shut up and watch it grow.
“I am thankful, despite the incident with the bar and all, you’re here with him” you heard his voice as you kept your eyes on your fingers tangling on Tom’s curls, “Do you happen to know if he was with someone else, that night?” he took a moment, he looked deep in thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Honestly, that night is a blur for me, I only remember going to the bathroom and right after that Tom was unhinged” you hummed in acknowledge.
“Why do you ask?” it seemed as a normal question, but the way his eyes moved on the mirror, “Just asking, it seemed off that he would’ve gone to a bar to drink until oblivion alone” you laughed absently, “Oh yeah, he’s not like that, you’re absolutely right”.
Tom stirred in his place after a couple of hours, he slept peacefully most of the trip. His eyes opened and saw how your face was far from relaxed, you were sleeping, but not comfortable. The absence of the weight in your lap and the sound of your belt unbuckling woke you up, as soon as you were awake he hugged you close to his chest, and as if you were connected to him, you snuggled into his chest, you moved just the way he wanted.
That connection, you felt it, it was as if you just knew what he was getting at, it was either that or just exhaustion and jet lag taking over you.
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The place they were going to film was super nice, a beautiful hotel, and Tom was going to be a night manager, so he was probably going to wear a suit. After receiving some instructions about the process, the same driver will take you and Tom to the residence where you will be staying.
It was modest, with only one level. It consisted of a well equipped kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Although you wished you didn’t have to use the second bedroom, it made sense to have your own space, just in case. Tom had no objections to this, in fact he even encouraged you to take it; It’s not like it was a problem, either way he intended for you not to spend a single night in that room.
A couple days of filming went by, life inside that house has got more domestic each day. You loved to fix his shirt and his tie before he left, he had to shoot in between periods of time, so sometimes he lunched with you, and sometimes he asked you to go out with him to treat you with dinner.
It was so intimate, sometimes it worn you out. As an introvert, too much energy spent on an action or something you’re not used to do regularly, takes too much energy from you, being with Tom was new and unexplored.
He did not even make fun of your OCD, nor did he complain about the cleanliness or the strict order that you had imposed in the house, he helped you sweep, vacuum, take out the garbage, cook. There really was nothing more sensual than a man who could be responsible of household chores. It was hard for you to keep your hands off him even, not that he complained much either.
It was one night, Tom was out filming, you were cooking dinner, when an angry series of knocks on the door made you turn off the stove and rush to the door, “Y/N, Y/N, Come quick! He might not make it” it was one of the extras, he was shaking and looked agitated to say the least, “What is going on!? Where’s Tom?” he took you by the arm and pulled you to the car. He drove like a maniac to the set, and just in the same way you ran out of the vehicle, quickly leaded by the extra towards the group of people.
“TOM!?” you yelled, the staff members and cast moved aside to let you in.
Your heart stopped at the sight of him. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, his blood was on the ground and it absolutely covered his face. You fell to your knees, shaking you put your finger under his nose, to your horror, he wasn’t breathing.
“No, please, wait, someone call an ambulance!” nobody moved, “What are you all doing? Help him!!” tears already streamed down your eyes, your voice held so much urgence and terror, it was impossible not to tear up at it, somehow everyone remained pretty calmed.
It was all silent rage and panic, thundering sobs and cries, until everyone started laughing.
Now Briefly Instant (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) is on Wattpad!!
Summary: “Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.”
All situations all fictional. Credits to @hiddleshinee for the cover!
…I’ve been pondering over this idea for another project, and I know I have to finish first the two I already have and all, but…
Ok, hear me out, one couple, a straight man and a pansexual woman, are indeed feeling that their relationship could use something new, something unexplored.
Then, a new girl comes to join their team to work with them and the crew, and she’s so perfect. The girl turns out to live across the street, where the couple’s window literally has a perfect view of her bedroom window.
So they discover some awful things about her and decide to open their relationship to her, so it becomes a threesome.
But, she wants her to be hers, and he wants her as well….
Ok, so take that in…and think it with Tom x girlfriend x reader…
Anyone up to a collab with me?
continue the series I already have? NO, create a new project with an entire different and complicated plot at three A.M post party XD
Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
Warnings for this chapter: Angst, Use of a dead name, mentions of self inflicted injuries, mentions of attempted suicide, questionable mental health, depression, mentions of child abuse.
Note: D/N means Dead Name, like when you change your name given your change of gender, or legal change or whatever reason you may have to change your given name. Well the mention of D/N is mainly someone not accepting your choice and just sticking with the name you hate, with the pretext that “That’s who you are” n shit.
Shit! What the fuck were you thinking? You were going to use your authority to get your mother out of the prison where Jasper locked her up for a day! All for what? for a man, your man. “The things I do for love” you murmured as soon as your mother appeared in the door dressed in orange and black, “Hello mother” she smiled at me as if she already knew you were going to break her out.
“I knew you would change your mind” she shifted her hips to the side, as if accentuating her know-it-all attitude, “This isn’t about me, my boyfriend wants to talk to you, I’m here to ‘take you to tea with us’ as he calls it” she laughed It was a small, modest laugh, but you knew her, at least well enough to know she’d laugh.
“Is he a Brit or something?” she said it like it was something bad, that made you angry “He is, and look, I have the legal right to use my taser on you” you slightly lifted your coat to show the taser, but that didn’t even scare her.
“HA! We both know you wouldn’t be able to do it” maybe not, for mere manners and for the minimum respect you have for being your mother, but you didn’t lack the desire to do it.
“Yes I am, but I won’t, because-” you had to shut up because he started talking over you, “she knew, but how could you, if you can’t even aim properly?” anger began to bubble fiercely inside you, but for Tom you did it, then you could kick her out of her house.
“Because my sister is invited too, and I would really hate if I had to electrify you for your bad attitude” she snorted and clicked her tongue, “I never said I wouldn’t behave, this is the first boyfriend of yours I’m going to meet in a long time, you were prettier back then, of course” she already started criticizing you, like always.
“Stop”.
“By the way, why are you wearing a shirt covered in lint? Is that how you present yourself to others? like a disdainful and disheveled girl who doesn’t know how to dress well? And that hair, ugh, remember I said your hair is greasy, honey, you can’t just wash your head with soap.“
"I do not-!”
“You can’t lie to me, I’m your mother”.
“If you continue I will leave you in the middle of the road” you threatened her, and as soon as you got her inside the car you put on music so you didn’t had to hear it.
The ride was horrible, but at least it was only half an hour of her incessant chattering, mostly about how she found the criminal she worked with quite attractive, it made you sick.
“My love, we’re here” you sounded tired, and how could you not be? You were in a bad mood all morning and reminded her that she will regret being near your mother, and that you, above all, would be miserable if she were near you. That nothing good happens with her near her. He, in his tender nature, convinced you by telling you that he would be yours all week and that day he would make pasta with alfredo sauce so that you would at least eat something that would make you feel better.
He really loves you.
“Hello, I’m Tom Hiddleston, it’s so nice to meet you ma’am” he grabbed your mother’s hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles, making her giggle and flush, “Oh my, you really are a gentleman, huh?” she pulled him down gently and squeezed his cheeks a bit, “Handsome as well” she hummed in delight as she moved past him towards the living room.
“She seems nice” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss your temple, but you moved your head so he was kissing your lips instead, “For now, is my sister here?” he nodded, “She needed the bathroom, she’ll be here in a sec” he took your hand and placed a little kiss to your palm, just like in ‘Only Lovers Left Alive’, just because he knew you liked him in that movie.
“What a nice home you have here Tom, it’s really cozy, just like D/n here said on the way here” it was just like a huge boot just kicked you in your stomach, the acid crawled up inside your throat but you were able to swallow it back.
“Uhm, pardon me but who’s D/n?” that name felt disgusting leaving his lips, soon you were going to have him swear never to say it again. “My, my, you’re my daughter’s boyfriend and you don’t even know her name?” Tom glanced at your calmed face, yet your eyes were way more honest, the phrase “if looks could kill” was seemed an understatement.
“It’s Y/n, mother, it has been since I’m nineteen and you know it” you changed your name at such young age, what reason you could have to do such a thing? “Oh silly me” your mother giggled, pretending to not know what she was doing, like Tom was stupid enough to not notice.
“Y/N!!” It was like a dream, like opening a birthday present, your sister was in front of you after so many years of not seeing her in person. You didn’t hold back and hugged her tight against you, remembering the countless pranks and adventures you had together.
“Violet! Oh I missed you so much! You’re so big and beautiful!! You must catch all the eyes” you winked playfully, how you missed her laugh, “You too!! Omg, your boyfriend is a real hottie” she spoke not too loud but it’s not like Tom didn’t hear her, “I know” you laughed making him blush while setting the kettle.
“I can’t believe you can go to bed with Loki, I’m so jealous” Violet hit your shoulder stealing a few glances towards Tom’s backside, “He’s the best, so loving and caring” she had heart eyes already, but then your mother spoke, “What are you talking about?” she sounded so high handed without even trying, “Hello mommy, we were just talking about how lovely is to see each other again”.
It hurt your soul to recognize your sister’s attitude, apparently the double-faced lady has not yet shown her true facet, why?
Tea turned into dinner, Tom’s conversation with your mother couldn’t be more pedantic, on your mother’s part obviously. Your boyfriend was just being nice while he was trying to unmask the witch, to no avail, since your mother has been doing this to hide her true personality for quite some time now.
“Do you want more noodles, love?” Tom asked you, knowing that you loved scraping the pot looking for the sauce that remained in the bottom, you nodded and he plated them for you, not a big ration because you don’t eat that much after a proper meal, but it had all the sauce.
You were about to delight in it, but just as always, your mother stopped you by going with “Are you sure you should eat that honey?”, which made you look up to her in pure raw anger, “I want to” you used a stern tone to subtly inquire her to fuck off.
“But you shouldn’t, you know how easy it is for you to gain weight” you had had it, “Tom could you bring some more ice from the back freezer? I want to witness my sister’s first margarita” it was a code for him to leave the room because you were going to stop your mother from further bitching, you haven’t had discussed that with him before, but he read the room good enough to know what you intended with it.
“Can you stop the attitude?” you started as soon as he was out of the room.
“I’m not doing anything” she tried, that’s the funny thing, “Mom, I know you, let it all out before he comes back” she shifted on her seat, it was as if she let down the veil of fake kindness and all the shit just showed up on display afterwards.
“So this is what you’re doing after leaving the force? Having sex with a man like him? How lovely it is that you’re here too Violet. D/n, don’t you think you have more important things to do? You should do more for your sister, you won’t even answer her texts, or call or even come back home, you even renegade from your name, but then again, those were all your choices” oh he went with that.
“I have a life, you know?”
“And with us you didn’t?”
“Mom I can’t even… you are such a hypocrite, of course I didn’t! All those years you’ve hurt me and treated my sister with the love I also deserved, but look at this irony. I have a business, a life. Are you seriously so envious that you have to shit on it every time we talk? Like, every fucking time mom, we always end up with you judging my decisions” once again your sister was witness of your fights, you didn’t wanted this, but that’s how she was going to have to learn.
“You left us, you left your sister behind, you were and still are selfish! I didn’t raised you like this!” that made you laugh, “No, I certainly didn't”, you glanced at your sister. “Watch your tone, what are you talking about?” She tried to make you respect her, but then Tom’s words from that morning echoed in your head, ‘This is your house too my love, remember that’ so you chinned up and didn’t softened your tone one bit.
“I didn’t raised my sister to behave like a useless child, for fucks sake she’s 31 YEARS OLD! She has to grow up already, she’s lazy, egoistical, individualist, and only calls herself an adult when it’s convenient. She’s not made of glass, mom, you have to be tough and strict with her like you were with me, why don’t you beat her up like me? Oh, because you already lost a daughter”.
Her furious eyes, you used to be terrified of her, somehow you were stronger, confident…maybe it was the taser in your pocket.
“Also, you love to call yourself the best mom, I appreciate you working yourself out to feed us when we were young, but you can’t keep rubbing that on our faces anymore because, and this is your favorite phrase when I was in school, it was your obligation!” you continued.
“I didn’t HAD to feed you two, I did it because I love you” she could’ve gone to jail earlier if she had done that though. “Mom, if you didn’t wanted to have children you should’ve closed your legs when you could” she gasped, even she knocked the chair down when she stood up, “You’re being unfair, I am your mother!”.
“You have to earn that title”.
“I haven’t?”.
“NO! You abandoned us, I left you because you poisoned me! My insecurities grew because of you, I can’t love normally because you made me feel fat and unwanted! I flinch each time someone raises their hand or yells at me because of your abuses! And you handed me a job that wasn’t mine, you were the one that was supposed to shape my sister into a woman, and you didn’t do even the minimum” she slapped you, you sister flinched at the sound but didn’t even moved.
“I’m tired of holding this family together, I’m tired of being always the one to blame, I have no fault in this because I didn’t asked to be born mother! This is your fault only!” you looked at her dead in the eye, “I changed; I am better for you now!” she tried again.
“That’s not true, you’re still the same, you just hide it better. And you did it for her, because you didn’t wanted my sister to leave you as well. You have a problem with abandonment and so do I, it was grandma’s fault with you and it’s yours with me!” she shut up at the mention of her mother, generational issued were the main reason why your family was so broken.
“I love you, both of you, and this is so hard for me to do, but if you two don’t get your shit together I don’t want either of you to be part of my life” Violet started sobbing, “I am selfish because I deserve to be, I deserve to be happy and take care of my own wounds… I deserve a better mother”, your sister tried to make your mother sit down again, failed.
“And if you don’t like Tom, fuck you, he is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, I love him” she laughed.
“He’s going to leave you as soon as he knows how much blood you have on your hands, of your habits” she signaled her wrists, “Or did you forgot who mended your wounds after you tried to kill yourself?” only to open them again and again.
“Joke’s on you, he already knows” he didn’t, he wasn’t supposed to know, and he would never!
“Why did he called us here? To fight?” you shook your head, “He wanted to know me better, to know the person who raised me, and correction I invited my sister, the one who actually deserves to have a place in my life”.
“What do you want from me?”.
“Admit it, admit that you hurt me, that all my issues are because of your beatings, your insults, your bad parenting. Admit that you are a bad mother!” she mocked you again, “All I did brought you here, if you want to look at it that way, it’s your problem”.
“Just admit it, you are already going back to jail, what else you have to lose?” this time your sister stood up angrily, “She’s going to jail?” it was your turn to teach her one last thing, “Yes Violet, you’re gonna start working because mommy won’t be able to pay your bills anymore” 31 years old and she still lived in your mother’s house, unbelievable.
“Why would you do this to us?!” she yelled, “Sis, your mother was in cahoots with illegal human trafficking, are you kidding me?” your mother didn’t even tried to deny it, “So what?” was your sister’s response to that. “SO WHAT?!”.
“I had a life, a plan, now because of this I won’t be able to make it” she had to be fucking kidding right? “Bad luck sis, you’re gonna have to work your ass off to get it now, as you should” she threw her water at you, “I hate you” and then she took her purse and took off, you heard her clacking shoes get lost at the front door.
“I told you you’d lose her” she had a fucking smile plastered on her face, one that you wish you were strong enough to slap off.
“So, whose going to bring me back to my cell?” you sent off a message on your phone, “They’re already here, waiting for you outside”, Oscar came in and took her away, “Give my goodbyes to Tom, D/n, he clearly doesn’t deserve a wreck like you” Oscar gave her a hit to her knees to make her shut up, “Thank you agent” he smiled at you, “Whenever you want dear”.
She was gone, she was finally gone.. both of them, all over again. Just like the day you ran away.
“My love I’m so sorry, I left you alone with them” he came back, slowly appearing from up the stairs. “You were listening” your voice was cold and low, it felt like a knife pressing against his throat, “I needed to know the side of her that you know” he made sense, at least enough for you to understand his motives, “I know” now he was aware of the person you grew up with, all your difficulties to open up and trust came with your mother abuses, you were broken deep.
“We still have cake, want to cuddle on the sofa while eating it?” he tried to bright up your mood, but your mother’s words regarding your weight took away your love for food at the moment, “I’m not hungry”.
He put you through a much horrible situation than he anticipated, he should’ve just trusted your judgement. “Hey, look at me Y/n” he cupped your cheek and turned you around so you could look at him, “I love you too” those four words did the difference, you realized that you had said that you loved him for the first time since you know him, a huge furious red blush caught up to your cheeks while he chuckled, seeing how cute you looked flustered.
“I just realized I didn’t apologize properly for all the secrets and disappearing, I doubt they’ll call me back now that I’m retired, but if it does happen, rest assured you’ll be the first to know, and we’ll talk it over and I will be there for whatever you need, I will always come back to you Tom” he leaned down to trap your lips into a kiss, it wasn’t sexually hungry, it was soft and full of adoration.
“Come on, I’m going to change your bandage, how about a bath with one of those fizzy bombs you like so much first?” your eyes lit up as you watched him lowering himself down to take you up in his arms. “Could it be the lemon one?” his heart fluttered at the sound of your small voice, “Yes my love, and I can let you wash my hair if you want” you loved the purring sounds he made every time you massaged his scalp, he even leaned into your touch, it was very cute!
“Thank you Tom”.
Oh right, you needed to tell him, the drug thing, the pictures, his ex Willow being alive. Oh shit.
Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can’t comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.
Warnings for this chapter: Angst soft, painful memories, mental issues.
Tom: “You’re not going anywhere, darling, you have to answer for this, I’m going to punish you for leaving again, you fucked me and leave” he yanked on your hand to cup his erection, “I’m going to fuck you, and kick you out like the slut you are, because you’re evil, you left me twice you slag!” His grip on your thigh tightened, you whined and closed your eyes, keeping your tears inside.
(…)
His hand left your leg to caress your cheek, he kept an eye on his own movements as his fingers reached your neck. “Y/n, don’t leave, please don’t leave” with your leg now free you kicked his knee to push him out of balance and then threw a punch to his stomach.
(…)
Y/n: “All I’ll ask of you it’s patience. I have a thick skin, a wall I have to break down, it’s been so long” so long since someone treated you like a human worthy of affection? Yes, years, even long before Oscar. So all your life experiences were summed up in the thickness of the Chinese wall and the Berlin wall if you put them next to each other.
(…)
Oscar: “We all are, and it’s your fault, all this trouble because you killed the wrong idiot”.
Y/n: “I know, I won’t miss again”
Oscar: “Good, now let’s go, we strike tomorrow at dawn”.
Y/n: “Can’t wait".
(…)
Y/N: “Tom, this is Oscar, he’s the ex I told you about but before you roll up your sleeves and hit him, he and I were never a couple. For starters he’s very gay, and we were cops in an undercover investigation, that, as you can see, went really bad!” you walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind you, your screams of pain and wailing echoed in the room.
(…)
Y/N: Lion Samuels, CEO of McKee Senors was my objective, he’s gone but…” you couldn’t hold your tears anymore, as soon as Tom opened his arms to you, your body pushed itself from Oscar and fell into Tom’s embrace.
Unable to keep explaining, Oscar finished your you. “Y/n found out there was someone else there, not being their prisoner, as we thought, but working with them”.
“Who?” Tom was soon going to regret asking, “My mother”.
The rest of what happened that day was horrible and cruel, but you were convinced that you were part of the good side. The team had the decency to interrupt when the bride and groom had already said yes and were about to sign the alliance papers.
The perfect time to point a gun at that moment, causing every person in that room to bring out a gun of their own.
It was a massacre; 200 agents entered the mansion and only 95 left. Alan and Lion escaped to the study together, you followed them and approached to lock yourself in with both men, and your mother tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
Lion took a piece of what appeared to be cyanide, broke it in two, and handed it to Alan, who hesitantly brought it to his lips. With an accurate shot you managed to break the fingers that held the poison in both of them, “It’s over, if you come with me in peace maybe we’ll have mercy” Lion took out a revolver and killed himself, while Alan knelt down and put his hands on the back of his head.
“Are you okay?” you rushed to untie her, “It’s about time you showed up” as soon as she felt the ropes slack she jerked free of them, hitting you in the process, “Don’t start, or I’ll leave you here” you said more sternly, “Lovely family reunion” you heard Alan sneer, “Yeah, it is always like this” because of the attitude, you gave him a good hit in the back of his head, not to knock him out, but to warn him.
“Sadly mom, you’re not getting away this time, this is a big one” She had already committed crimes before? minor crimes, nothing of major importance, so it was easy for you to just say that your mother is a senile lady who has no idea what she was doing.
“Y/n, if you put away your own mother you will regret it, you will lose your sister!” you remembered that you had more family in distant places. Your sister hadn’t spoken to you in months, perhaps because she was tired of you not answering her. The past turned out to be too heavy for you to deal with without first healing.
But would they understand? no, they would laugh in your face or call you ridiculous, selfish. All for prioritizing your mental health over the horrible environment you grew up in.
Could you tell that to Tom?
It sounded easy, of course, and you could make a mental map, or better yet, a script, to prepare what you were going to say to him. Yeah right, your head was already a mess anyways, you surely were going to fuck it up worse if you tried.
Then how? That question ate your sleep and thought, while Tom silently pondered everything that had happened.
How does he feel about you? You confuse him a lot, sometimes you are close and gentle, but then you shut yourself completely from him, as if you saw him as a threat, a danger. When you get closer again you have those eyes, your smile doesn’t reach them, it’s as if someone has broken you so deeply that you try to convince yourself that you are happy by just trying to make your smile seem genuine.
He likes it when you get close to him, just looking for his company and affection. When you were cooking together, you even taught him how to make croissants from scratch, with all your patience because Tom had a hard time keeping up with you.
You were gentle, loving, as soft as whipped cream, in his arms you just could dissolve and he noticed. How your hands slid over his head, tangling your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp, he loved it so much that just thinking about it made him sigh and want to look for your hands in the sheets.
He gets sad when you are not there, with you by his side it is as if the world lights up, he feels optimistic, light, he even sleeps better when you are next to him, knowing that if he stretches his hand enough you will move towards his embrace.
Yes, he came to the conclusion that he’s absolutely in love with you, maybe that’s why it hurt him all the secrets that you kept from him, but…could he ask you? Or rather, would you answer him?
“I’m sorry” you whispered, hugging his waist with one arm, “It pained me to be away, even more that I couldn’t tell you” he felt your body against his back, you were so small compared to him, “But it would’ve killed me if you gotten hurt because of me, I already lost someone because of this life, that’s why I was so hurt by the prank, I thought someone from my past got to you and hurt you” now that made sense, why even though you knew he was fine still looked at him like he was hurt.
“I want you to know, that even if most of me seems fake because of work, you are the only one that makes me want to be better. You are real, I am real with you. I fought them and came back because I wanted to return to you”.
There was silence, you knew he was awake, his breathing was steady, but his muscles tensed every time you spoke.
“I thought I had one more week to heal before you got back, by that time I was going to have all the details of the case so I could explain all of this to you” you wanted to tell him, the why you didn’t sooner? If you had this job going on for a while now, why couldn’t you confide in him?
“I want you in my life, I don’t want to lose you” he placed his hand on top of the hand you had flat on his torso, “But also I’m scared of you” he froze, “The night Jess called me over, you were drunk and drugged out of your mind, you said things that hurt me, and… you tried to force me into sex”.
Now what he remembered made sense. You crying, yelling at him, he thought it was just a nightmare,
“I asked you if I had hurt you that night, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was scared, you said that you were going to fuck me and then kick me out, you called me a slut and evil because I left you twice, but then you begged me not to leave you, I was confused and scared, I thought if I had mentioned it, you would repeat those words”.
Now what he remembered made sense. You crying, yelling at him, he thought it was just a nightmare. He turned around to hug you, passing his arm under your back, pressing your body to his.
“Did we-”.
“No, I knocked you out before you took it further” you cut him off, pressing your nose to his neck, feeling his warm skin and hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.
“Why is it so hard for you to open up to me? Is it…is it that I’m the only one that feels different?” he muttered as if it were a prayer, a tear rolled down his eye onto your cheek, “No! I’ve been like this since I was very young, I joined the force when I was a teenager, I want to be better…normal, but I can’t do it alone” you sniffled, your heart pending on the edge of a line.
“Ask, my love” he kissed your head, cupping your cheek, “Would you help me…to be better?” he didn’t wanted you to change, “I just want you, my love, but we can’t be on this disappearing thing all over again, I need to trust you, and I want you to feel free to trust me” it was theoretically impossible, but he felt your heart closer to his for a moment.
“I will try” he leaned to kiss your lips lightly, “I would never say something like that and mean it darling, I’m very sorry for what you had to see, I didn’t meant it” he spoke with his lips near yours, so it was easy for you to shush him with kisses, “You weren’t yourself, I love you despite that” he smiled in the kiss again, and asked one more time…
“Will you stay?”.
“I did promised that”.
“Then we’re in this together”.
Once second was perfect, and then he asked: “My love, I wish to have a conversation with your mother” you agreed to it, but with one condition, “If she starts being the hateful bitch she is, it’s over and she leaves” he wanted to see the origins of why you are how you are, and he needed to go to the source.
Coming soon on chapter Twenty:
M: So this is what you’re doing after leaving the force? Also, you should do more for your sister, you won’t even answer her texts, or call or even come back home, you even renegade from your name, but then again, those were all your choices.
Since Tumblr has been changing so frequently over the years and I lost so many of my links along the way, I’m going this route. Anyway I spent all day finding as many links as I could and updating them. I will try my best to get them sorted right below so that Tumblr doesn’t eat them AGAIN. *Sorry they are kinda messy guys.*
Other Fics - AU’s that really don’t have a place to fit. As well as Chris Evans, Chris Pine and some Tom Hiddleston. Loki and Khan as well as Steve Rogers, and Henry Cavill.
Series- Meeting Tiffany; The Pianist; The Pianist and Me (Benedict, Tom, Henry Cavill, Chris E and Chris C make appearances).
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
“How are you?” Your mother asked over the line when silence had brewed. A surge of anger coursed through your veins as you swallowed hard.
“How can you even ask me that?” You shot out.
Tom was rubbing his fingers into your skin. Your eyes flickered up at him as you motioned for him to go ahead and start driving home.
“What? Honey, it’s… It’s been a while,” Your mother who was named Cassandra, responded.
“Exactly,Cassandra.It’s been more than a while,” You spat.
“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” She shot back at you.
“A woman who deserted me when I NEEDED her, that’s freaking who!” You screamed. “The moment I told you I was pregnant, you and Dad cast me aside as if I were trash!A used-up whore is what I recall you telling me,” You seethed.
Tom’s face flickered with anger at the revelation of your mother’s harsh words.
“Y/N, that was…”
“THREE YEARS AGO!” You informed her. “My daughter is TWO. TWO!”Your voice wavered and Tom felt the need to calm you down.
“Baby, shh,” He reached over and ghosted his hand over your stomach. You clutched your fingertips through his knuckles as tears threatened to build.
“…I’ve made some mistakes, I know,” Cassandra breathed out. “I’ve regretted everything I’ve told you. When you left, and I never heard from you again – it hurt me,”
Scoffing, you ran your hand over your face. “Really? You’re the one who was hurt? You don’t know how much HELL I’ve been through the last three years,” You griped.
“Then let me be a part of your and my granddaughter’s life. We can start over,” You heard the breaking in her voice.
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “No, that’s not a good idea… I’m not sure whether Ican forgive you. And there’s no point in letting my daughter know somebody who didn’t even want her. And newsflash, Cassandra.She’s the best child I could have ever asked for. When you and Dad shut the door on me, she was the only light I had and NO ONE is going to take that AWAY from me. Do you hear me? So, listen clearly. I don’t want you a part of mine, my daughter’s, OR my husband’s lives. You got that?” You knew you were coming off short-tempered, but how could she? Cassandra hadn’t spoken a word to you since she and your father kicked you out of their house.
“Y-you’re married? You and Ian are married?” She asked.
Clenching your jaw, you closed your eyes. “No,” You answered. “I married my daughter’s father,”
Andthat opened the door to your mother’s ridicule. “So you cheated on poor Ian?”
“SCREW. YOU.” You screamed and hung up the phone before quickly blocking it. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your face fell into your hands, the phone dropping into the floorboard beneath you. Tom was thankful he arrived at the house just moments after.
“Baby,”He cooed. You sobbed as he hurried his way out of the car after cutting the engine. He raced to the passenger’s side and yanked the door open before pulling you into his arms. You cried with your face buried into the crook of his neck, arms tossed over his shoulders.
“I hate her so much, Tom,” You sobbed. “S-she deserted me, she never cared,”
Tom ran his hands through your hair and quickly pulled you into his arms. He carried you bridal style toward the front door, he unlocked it and whisked you inside.
“I know, Darling, I know,” Tom kissed your cheeks that were wet with tears. As he got you inside the house, he carried you toward the couch and sat down, feeling as you curled up into his lap. Undergoing this kind of stress certainly wasn’t beneficial for you, especially this early on in the pregnancy. Deep down, Tom hoped that Cassandra wouldn’t make a return, as he wasn’t sure what he would do if you were face-to-face with your mother again.
Stroking his fingers through your hair, he held you in silence while ensuring you were calming down. “Hey, look at me,” He said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head backward. Your eyes were glassy, his heart-shattering at the sight of you crying. “It’s okay. I’m here, Carrie and Ben are here, we’ve got Ella, not to mention another addition on the way,” He rested his hand on the nonexistent bump. “You’ve got us all surrounding you, and I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you, Ella, or this baby,”
Sniffling, you nodded your head. Tom offered you a kind smile.
“Now, come here, Love,” He pulled you forward for a sweet kiss. “Do you want to go with me to get Ella from daycare, or will you be okay here by yourself?”
You sighed, knowing you should start dinner. “Go ahead, I’ll get started on dinner,” You rubbed his chest. He nodded and left a lingering kiss on your forehead that made you smile.
Tom grabbed his keys for the second time and left the house. While you went into the kitchen to start dinner for the three of you, your husband was gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel as he focused on the situation from earlier. His knuckles flushed white at the raging thought of your mother and how she spoke to you. He found solace in the fact that his mother, sweet Diana, accepted you as her own daughter. He wished that Ella would’ve had both grandparents on either side of the family in her life, but according to your mother’s actions… Tom never wanted his little girl to face those hardships.
The drive to Ella’s daycare was filled with the soft hum of the radio, but Tom’s mind was echoing. He was grateful when he arrived and stepped out, sunshades thrown over his eyes as he approached the door leading into the daycare. Immediately, Ella’s head which was full of precious blonde locks popped up.
“DADDY!”She squealed, her toddler feet rushing her forward. He smiled and admired the outfit he had dressed her in. The baby blue shirt was paired with a coral pair of shorts and her white sandals.
“Ella-Bella!”Tom said, moving to the floor as Ella raced forward. He picked his baby girl up, feeling as she immediately pulled the sunglasses off his face so she could see his eyes. She squeezed his cheeks together and kissed him, Tom laughing.
“How’s my darling girl? Did you have fun today, sweetheart?” He asked her, tickling her belly.
“Mmhmm!” Ella folded her hands together before dropping her head onto her father’s shoulder.
“Hi, Tom,” Mary, the head of the daycare spoke with a kind smile. She was a younger woman who had a love for all children around her. “Ella has been asking me constantly when daddy was coming to get her,”
Tom’s face brightened with a smile as he looked at Mary. “Thanks for all you do, Mary,” He sighed.
Mary smiled, dipping her head. The brunette flashed Ella a smile, her blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t tell the others… But Ella is certainly a favorite of mine,” She said as Ella beamed at her. “How’s Y/N?”
Tom sighed. Mary had become a good friend to the two of you since enrolling Ella in her daycare. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but,” He licked his lips. “She’s pregnant,”
Mary’s eyes widened as she reached out to grab Tom’s arm.
“Really?! Oh my God, Tom, congratulations!I know how hard you two have been trying,” She covered her mouth with a wide smile.
Tom laughed, nodding. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be. The first time around… Well, neither of us remembered it, but…” He trailed with a blush, Mary laughing with him. She knew the back story to your and Tom’s crazy journey, a story that seemed it was only fitting for a bookor crazy drama show.
“Sometimes it’s a hit or miss,” Mary breathed out. “But please, if you two need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I adore Y/N. And if you two ever need a babysitter on the weekends when Carrie isn’t available, don’t hesitate to call. Keeping Ms. Ella Hiddleston is a treasure,”
“That’s me!” Ella piped up at the mention of her name.
Tom chuckled and kissed his little girl’s cheek. “Indeed it is, love bug. Are you ready to go see Mommy? She’s missed you so much,”
“Mommy!”Ella nodded with a beautiful smile. Mary laughed and grabbed the bag Ella was given earlier this morning before waving goodbye to the toddler.
“Bye, Ella!” Mary waved.
“Bye, May-May!” Ella blew her a kiss. She was certainly a charismatic little girl, something she got from Tom entirely.
The car ride home featured Ella and Tom blaring the radio, each of them singing random songs that both recognized. Ella’s voice squealed when she saw the familiar home appear in her eyesight. As he unbuckled Ella from her seat, Bobby was already barking on the other side of the door, immediately bringing excitement to course through the toddler’s already wired veins. She rushed to the door and stood on her tip-toes to reach the doorknob, almost able to get it.
“Dada! Help!” She cried.
“Hold on, princess,” Tom laughed. “Daddy’s coming,” He twisted the doorknob, the chocolate Cocker-Spaniel dashing forward at the sight of his favorite tiny human. Licking Ella in the face as she fell to her knees, she giggled excitedly as Bobby smothered her in love. Ella gently held his head.
You smiled at the sight of them as dinner cooked on the stove. “Do you remember when she first learned to say, Bobby?” You looked at Tom.
Tom scoffed. “Yeah, she called him Booby for the longest time. You should’ve seen the looks I got on walks with her and him. I had to swear his name was Bobby and showed the tag for proof,”
You giggled at the memory. “Ella-Bella!” You called your daughter’s name.
“MOMMY!”Ella screeched as she pushed off Bobby and rushed for you. You picked the baby girl up in your arms and felt as she began to smother you in kisses. She ran her hands over your hair and gave you a delightful smile, one that replicated Tom’s perfectly.
“Did you have fun with Mary today at daycare?” You asked her.
Ella nodded and held up her wrist to show a bracelet that she was given.
“Oooh! It’s so pretty, baby,” You gasped. “Mommy may have to get one too so we can match!”
Tom smiled and put Ella’s things away. “Here, you go ahead and settle in with her, I’ll finish up dinner,” He whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Nowadays, Ella didn’t try to shove your face away in jealously. She allowed you two to share kisses and adorably would yell, “Awww!”every time.
You placed Ella down and laughed. “Let’s go ahead and get your bath, okay?” You asked her.
“Okay!”Ella agreed before rushing toward the staircase. You hurried in behind her, watching as she mastered the stairs with crawling, her laughter echoing off the walls and bringing utter joy to your husband’s ears as he tended to your unfinished dinner.
While you bathed Ella though, your mind was running with an instant replay of your conversation from earlier. You still couldn’t believe your mother had the audacity to call you, after all this time.
And while you shouldn’t stress over it, there was a part of you that feared the worst;
