Tommatt stuff

Assassin - 💜📕

Put it as other because I don't really know what this would be considered. It's kinda fluffy at the end but also sad?? Idk but it's also a bit dark as you can tell by the title so if you don't like topics of murder, assassins, anything of the sorts, I suggest you stop here

Creds to no_name-bee, thank you for the awesome idea! I don't usually take requests but I couldn't say no to this one. Sorry it's kinda long but I hope it lives up to what you were hoping for :))

I only have a mild idea of how assassins work so sorry if this is inaccurate lol. I also made this at 4:30 am with zero sleep so it's not gunna be the best, just to warn ya

(Tom's pov)
MILD SWEARING
"I got 'em, sir." I announced to my boss. I worked as a professional assassin, it took me a while to get used to the job but I really needed the money.
"Perfect timing, Thomas. I just happened to find another target for you." My boss announced. He opened a picture on his laptop. A picture of a seemingly friendly guy with lovely ginger hair and a perfect complexion. He was handsome, but that changed nothing. A target is a target, no matter how they look. "This is Matthew Taylor. His address is 123 blank street however he has currently been spotted at the firefly cafe." He explains. "I need you to have him dead ASAP."
I gulp but maintain my straight face. "Yes, sir. I'm on it."
I walk down in the direction of the cafe. Walking wasn't always the smartest thing to do when you're an assassin and could get caught with your weapons any second, however, it was right down the road. There would be no sense in driving that short of a distance. As I approach the front door, I notice someone in front of me dropped their wallet. I was feeling friendly despite being on a murder mission, so I picked it up and returned it to them.
"Excuse me, I believe you dropped your-" their eyes met mine and that's when I realized, it was Matthew. My current target. I tried to think up a way to get him dead in that moment, but the only thing I could focus on was his eyes. They had a sense of warmth and comfort that the picture on the screen hardly captured. I zoned out into his gaze for a moment until I realized how long I've been staring. I handed him the wallet. "Here."
He snaps back to reality, seemingly in some form of daze as well. "Oh- uh- thank you!" He says, turning around and beginning to walk away.
It wasn't until it was too late that I realized I missed an important opportunity. I could've got the job done right there if I didn't get so lost in his gaze. Why was I feeling this way, anyhow? He was just another target, no matter how he looked and how I felt about him. I needed the money.
Later that night, I decided to visit the exact address to see what I could do. I hopped in my car, typed the address into the gps app, and started driving. Surprisingly, it didn't take too long to get there. I took a peek to see if I could find any cameras and approached the yard once I knew the coast was clear.
I opened my briefcase of weaponry and tried to decide what the best approach would be. As I search, I notice a light from the corner of my eye. It was the kitchen light coming through the window. I slam the briefcase shut and try my best to hide. Apparently, I didn't try hard enough. Matt peeked through the window and opened it up.
"Uh.. what are you doing in my backyard in the middle of the night?" He asks.
I panic. "Oh! Good question.. I uhm.. I noticed your- your yard could use some fixing up so I.. I decided to stop by to- to do so!" I stumble. I internally facepalm. Fixing up a strangers yard in the middle of the night? What kind of lame excuse is that?
Despite this, he believes me. "Aw, that's sweet of you." He coos. "You must be worn out from all that work, would you like to come inside for some refreshments?"
My face heats up and I feel a tad bit guilty. I'm about to kill someone that's inviting me inside his house without even knowing who I am. I accept the offer and join him inside. He grabs two sodas from the fridge and hands me one of them.
"Wait a minute, are you the same guy that handed me my wallet earlier today?" He asks.
"Uh- yeah, that's me!" I tell him.
He cracks open his soda, taking a sip before he speaks. "Wow, you sure are a nice guy. First you pick something up for me, then you work on my yard in the middle of the night! The world needs more good people like you."
The words hit me directly in my heart, making me feel an uncomfortable mixture of emotions. I could tell my face was neon red. No matter how hard I tried to snap myself out of it, I couldn't. I was having an internal argument with myself over wether I should kill him or not. I needed the money and I couldn't let my boss down, but he's such a nice guy and I love him.
"I'll be right back, gotta go to the bathroom," Matthew informs me.
I break out of the daze. "O-ok!" He sets his drink on the table and walks away. Once he has left the room for good, my internal conflict continues. Eventually, my mind takes over. I open the briefcase and pull out a vial of poison.
As I'm about to pour it into the small hole of the can, the murderer side of me suddenly leaves my body. I freeze in the position for a moment. Once I regain control, I close the vial and slip it back into my briefcase. No matter how much money I was being paid, I could never kill him. I was genuinely in love with him. Even if I wasn't, he was the sweetest person I've ever met and he saw me as such as well. How could I kill someone like him?
Tears start to fill my eyes, eventually streaming down my face and evolving into sobs. I felt like such an asshole. Why have I even been doing such a sick job for so long? There's so many lives I've ended, so many people like Matthew I killed just for a quick cash grab that I could've gotten any other way. I try to pull myself together as I pick up my phone to call my boss. I was terrified of his reaction, but it had to be done. I couldn't live like this.
"Hello sir.. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore," I whisper into the phone, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
"The hell do you mean 'you can't do this anymore'? You've been doing it for years!" He snaps.
I try my best not to break down while talking to him. "I'm sorry, it's just.. he's such a nice guy and-"
"I don't give two shits if he cured cancer, what ever happened to 'a target is a target?' "
"I'm sor-"
"Cut that out! You're dead to me, Thomas. You're dead to the whole corporation. You're FIRED."
*hang up*
Normally, being fired would break me, but it was quite relieving. I was able to love Matt without feeling a drop of guilt or stress. I could finally drop all the murdering stuff and just live my life. Forget about the money, it was love I should've been putting first all along.

Epilogue (warning: extremely corny)
(3rd person)

It's been a few months since Tom dropped out of being an assassin and put his heart first. Him and Matt have become good friends and hang out constantly. On one of their meet-ups, Tom decides to finally tell the truth.
"Hey, Matt," he says. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you.. for a while now."
Matt perks up. "Yes?"
He takes a deep breath. "Well.. I.. I like you. Could we.. you know.."
Matt's face fades into a bright pink. "Tom.. I don't know what to say.. I-"
"Sorry, that was out of pocket of me.." Tom admits
"Oh, no, no, no. That's not at all what I'm trying to get at.. I.." he was hardly able to put his words together. To get the point across, he pulls Tom close and gives him a peck on the cheek.

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