#reader x redfly

Requested by Anon - Ahhhh I saw that your requests were open for Triple Frontier?! Could I please request something with Redfly? I'm down for anything except for any pregnancy stuff. Thank you! Characters – Tom x Reader, Benny, Catfish, Ironhead, Pope. Word Count – 1464

‘Can we get discounts for being your best friends?’ You asked as you and Pope smiled as Tom turned around. ‘You can, he can’t.’ He said motioning to you, you raised your arms victoriously before hitting Pope’s shoulder. ‘How you been?’ Tom asked as he wrapped Pope in a hug.

‘Aren’t you divorced?’ Pope questioned, as they pulled up at the house. ‘Yeah.’ He said, pressing the button of the garage door to open. ‘And she allows you in the house?’ You asked, as you leaned through the middle of the two front seats. ‘The garage.’ He corrected you, you and Pope both oh’d as he got out and Tess came out her earphones in. She climbed into the back of the seat and didn’t look up as she fastened her seat belt. ‘What? No hello anymore?’ You asked, she looked up and smiled, removing her earphones, just as Tom got back into the car. ‘What are you doing here?’ She asked, shocked to see you. ‘Meeting with the team.’ You told her, her eyes flickered to Pope in the front, giving him a small smile. ‘You know I never see you out of clothes like these.’ Tess commented and you laughed, as you looked at the camouflage trouser, worn down combat boots and tightly down French plaits. ‘What can I say? It’s comfy.’ You said with a shrug of the shoulders before you fell into silence and she went back to her phone.

‘You’re going on another mission.’ She said, as Pope and Tom got out the jeep and walked over to the gas station. ‘We are.’ You told her truthfully, she frowned. ‘Is dad going?’ She asked, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘Only if he wants to.’ You said as you turned to her. ‘He will,’ she said. ‘If you going.’ She commented quieter. You frowned and shook your head, before reaching over and placing a comforting hand on her knee. ‘Well then, if he goes because of me. I promise I’ll bring him back.’ You told her ‘In one piece?’ ‘Maybe a few bumps, but in one piece.’ You said,  ‘I promise.’ You said, holding your pinkie out, and she wrapped her one around yours and nodded accepting it. Tom and Pope got into the car, and he looked at you through the rear-view mirror before starting the car.

The loud pop echoed through the stones as you, landed face down the pain sharp in the centre of you back. Then the team fired back and got him. ‘Redfly?’ Benny shouted, when they got no response you heard their footsteps coming closer. You rolled over into your back on the stones, groaning. ‘Zulu?’ Catfish shouted, you raised your arm and gave them a thumbs up. ‘We’re good.’ You shouted as you sat up, before getting on your knees and stood up. ‘You got hit.’ Ironhead said, you nodded looking down to Redfly who was supporting doll eyes, wide with fear. ‘My vest got it.’ You shouted up. ‘Move.’ You said, as you were leant over him. He looked up at you as the French plaits you were wearing were slowly coming undone. You got up, the pain from the bullet was dulling slightly, as you offered your hand to him, he accepted it with wide eyes before you yanked him up. ‘I promised you daughter I’d bring you home in one piece.’ You said, shoving him, the pain spreading across your back as you moved.

‘Here let me help.’ Tom said to you, you dropped your arms and nodded. He entered the make shift room on the boat, his hands clutched the bottom of the vest and slowly lifted it up. You bit your lips as you lifted your arms out the holes. Tom placed the vest on a surface as you let out a sigh of relief, a hand coming up and cupping your ribs. ‘Let me see it.’ Tom said, you dropped your arms and he lifted up the top until it was on top of your shoulders. The cold draft caught your skin and brung out goose bumps. Tom looked at the bruise, the red centre was surrounded by purples and blues expanding out from your spine. Tom reached forward, his fingers touching it causing you to tense your back up. ‘Sorry.’ He apologised moving his hand away. ‘It’s fine.’ You said, wriggling the shoulders your shirt fell down. ‘No, I’m sorry.’ He said, you looked at him shaking your head. ‘It’s not your fault.’ You said, as you walked over the room, your boots heavy on the wood. ‘You took a bullet for me, how is it not my fault?’ He asked. ‘Look, would you rather the bullet be in the centre of your head?’ You asked him, poking the centre of his head. He watched you, before lowering his hands to your hips as he lowered his head, resting it against yours.

‘Ow.’ You said as Tess hugged you tightly. ‘What?’ She asked as she pulled back quickly. ‘It’s nothing?’ You said dismissively, then the footsteps sounded. ‘She got shot.’ Tom said, you glared at him. ‘You what?’ She asked shocked, her eyes scanning over you for any injuries. ‘It hit my vest, I’m fine.’ You told her, she looked at you cautiously as you sat down carefully on the couch. Tom walked past the pair of you before heading into the kitchen. ‘Hold this between her shoulders.’ Tom said to Tess handing her a towel presumably full of ice, you shook your head but then she pressed the cool ice on it, you tensed before relaxing as the cold helped it. You let out a sigh closing your eyes. ‘You brought him back.’ She said, you raised both your eyebrows ad nodded. ‘I promised you, didn’t I?’ You asked, cracking an eye open. She smiled and nodded. ‘You know he likes you.’ She said, you didn’t open your eyes just hummed. ‘You know?’ ‘Have you done anything about it?’ She questioned you, you opened your eyes with a raised eyebrow. ‘When did you become a specialist in relationships?’ You asked her, chuckling slightly but the pain up your back made you wince. ‘I’m not, but-‘ She trailed off, you sighed and turned to her. Removing the ice from your back, playing with the cold towel. ‘We both like each other, but we haven’t done anything.’ You told her truthfully, her eyebrows furrowed together. ‘Why?’ She asked, you shrugged your shoulders lightly. ‘The job we do.’ You told her, as you moved back leaning against the soft fabric of the couch. ‘Well if I heard correctly in the car, is that was the last one. You got enough money to retire.’ She said shyly, you looked at her with narrowed eyes. ‘You were listening the whole time.’ You said and watched as a light layer of pink spread across her cheeks. ‘Of course.’ She said proudly. ‘I would say I’m proud of you, but I think Tom might here.’ You said, she giggled and nodded as she leaned against the back of the couch, both of you talking about the TV shows you had missed, and whoever she was daydreaming over now.

‘Tess made a point today.’ Tom said as he got out the car and shut the door behind you. ‘You were listening to our conversation?’ You asked, he shrugged his shoulders. ‘What point?’ You asked. ‘We’re retried now.’ He said, you chuckled as you shook your head at him. You stopped at the bottom of your stairs as you turned around to him, he was looking at you as he continued to walk over to you. He reached up and  ‘That means I can do this.’ He said, dipping his head down and capturing your lips with his ones. You both smiled into the kiss, your hands made their way up to his neck, pulling on the small hairs at the base of his neck as he backed you up until you were pressed against the wall, you back arched into his as the bruise hit the wall, you pulled away and he followed you. ‘Now, I’m going to stop you there.’ You said as he groaned, your hands slid from his neck up to his cheeks as you rubbed your thumb across them. ‘If your up for lying on my bed and binge-watching TV shows your welcome to come in.’ You offered him. ‘If there is anything else in that brain of yours, get it out.’ You watched as he frowned. ‘I’m too sore for anything tonight and too tired.’ You told him, he smiled at you before he bent down, lifting you up and your hands wrapped around his neck as he carried you bridal style up the stair and into your house. ‘I can do that.’ He said.