okay imagine Koh tom being an absolute dick after a long day and shouting at the reader and she gets sad and scared and locks herself in her room while she bawls her eyes out. tom comes to his senses and hears her cries and feels absolutely terrible and knocks on the door and is like "I'm so sorry darling, can I have a hug? let me give you a cuddle." but she doesnt let him in so he gets her favorite food and things and he apologizes and is super sweet for a while and they snuggle
You made your way to the throne room with a grin on your face, your long burgundy gown trailing behind you like the queen you were.
“Your majesty.” The guards who were talking to Tom bowed at the sight of you. You smiled and nodded politely as you sat down on your throne, waiting to talk to your husband.
“So, you think the deal will work then?”
“Potentially, your highness. But it’s not a certainty.”
Tom slammed his fist on the arm of his throne, the fire surrounding you both flickering larger and brighter, startling you. His eyes turned to the jet black they usually are when he’s frustrated.
“What do you mean?” He yelled at the top of his lungs. “This is an important deal and you idiotic bastards are treating this like it’s a game.”
“Thomas, please calm-“ you began, taking Tom’s hand in yours.
“No, Y/N. You aren’t involved.” He snapped at you.
You sighed audibly and turned to face the guards who looked like they were going to quiver at the sight of their leader screaming at them.
“Gentlemen, you’ve done enough here. Please leave.” You said calmly. They bowed thankfully and you could tell from the look in their eyes that they were grateful for you stepping in. The three men walked off synchronised like, leaving the room so it was just you and your infuriated husband.
He stood up, mouth parted slightly.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” His voice boomed.
“What are you talking about? You weren’t discussing with them, Tom. You were yelling at them.” Your brows furrowed as you gripped the handles of the throne you were sat in.
“I fucking told you that you aren’t involved and like the ignorant brat you are, you didn’t listen.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the comments thrown at you.
“You don’t mean that...” you cowered.
“I do. I mean every word. You’ve just ruined everything for me like always.” He looked away and ran his fingers through his hair before jerking his head over his shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you.”
You gasped under your breath, standing up and gripping the edge of your large ball gown.
“Tom-“
“Get the fuck out of my sight.”
You huffed, heart racing, eyes black, skin sweating. “I goddamn will, I’d love to get the hell out of your sight. I hope you’re happy, asshole.”
You shoved past him, slamming into his shoulder and rushing down the steps to the door.
“Wait, Y/N-“
“Go fuck yourself, Tom. I don’t want to talk to you.” You yelled without taking another look at him before opening the door and walking out.
It didn’t take you long to find your way back to your bedroom where you pulled off your dress and changed into your silk dressing gown and slid under the satin covers.
You sobbed for hours on end, gripping onto the bedsheets as Tom’s comments echoed through your mind, each one stinging you.
You cried and cried until there were no more salty tears and until you managed to pass out. There was a faint knock on the door, making you groan and tuck yourself deeper into the covers.
“Y/N?” There was a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door. You knew who it was, so you didn’t reply. “Honey, I know you can hear me.”
You groaned loudly before throwing the covers off of you and storming over to the door and swinging it open.
“Yes, I can hear you. But I don’t want to fucking talk to you. You upset me and-“
Tom looked at your bright red complexion, stroking your cheek and wiping away the tear that was on the edge of your eye.
“Darling, where you crying.”
You leaned into the palm of his hand slightly. “Yeah.” You sniffled before slapping his wrist away and stepping away from him.
“Leave me alone.” You hissed “you can sleep in the throne room or the kitchen. Your choice.” Was the last thing you said before slamming the door in his face. You shuffled back to your bed and slid back under the covers, sighing at the soft sensation covering you.
An hour had passed and you had awoken again to the soft feeling of kisses on your neck. You sighed softly, turning over to see Tom beside you with a shy smile.
“You’re back again.”
“I had to come back, baby. I feel terrible about what I said, so I brought you some snacks, some flowers and myself.”
You sat up, leaning on your elbows and looking over Tom’s shoulder where the gifts were sat on the bedside table. You laid back down and smiled up at Tom who looked nervous.
“Come on, love let me give you a hug.”
“Not until you apologise sincerely.”
“Okay, Y/N. I’m so sorry for what I said. I know I took it too far and I shouldn’t have. I was worked up about the whole deal with work but that isn’t an excuse for the things I said to you. You know I love you dearly and if anything, I’m always grateful that we’re married because I-“
You giggled and leaned up, kissing his lips.
“I’m still not completely over what you said, but I forgive you. Now you can cuddle me.” You shuffled closer to his chest, allowing his arms to wrap around you and pull you close to him until the pair of you fell asleep.