#mob!dad!tom

[astroluvr]

i was in a mob!tom mood, so i made a mob!tom blurb.

tw: pretty vague mentions of illness and violence & im pretty sure that's it.

not a long read

I hope u enjoy, requests r wide open and im more than happy to write for u!!

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"casey, are you feeling any better?" you knocked on the door of your four year old's bedroom before stepping in.

toys scattered the floor and pages that illustrated you, her, and tom decorated her bubble gum pink walls. her entire room was princess themed, her entire life really, because tom had her convinced that she was a princess and not a soul could tell her otherwise.

"i want daddy." she whined, wiping her hair from her face with a pout.

"he's in a meeting, right now. can i call him for you later?"

she coughed and shook her head. you pressed your hand to her forehead and frowned when you felt her unwavering fever. tom left to take care of a very important deal the morning of and left you with a sick child in the vast mansion.

"please?"

meanwhile, tom was all the way on the the other side of london with a gun pointed at a man's head. it wasn't enough for tom to have him on the ledge of a skyscraper above roaring waters, he needed to terrorize the man.

"didn't i tell you to have my eighty grand by tuesday?"

"holland, you've got to understand-"

"it's fucking thursday. i understand that you don't have my fucking money, that's what i understand."

"i'll have it to you by sunday, i swear."

"do you take me for an idiot or something?" he scoffed. "i fucking-" he was cut off by the buzzing of his phone and his screen was filled by an image of you holding casey in a little basket when she was four months.

"tom?" one of his men called out when he walked to the car to answer the phone.

"baby, i'm busy right now." he said in a much gentler tone than his previous one.

"i know you are, but casey came down with something and she really wants to talk to you."

"put her on then."

"hello?" his little girl's voice filled the speaker and he tried to fight to uphold his demeanor.

"hey, princess. mum says you aren't feeling too hot."

"i do feel hot. i have a fever. mama, what's it?" she turned to ask you and you and tom both chuckled.

"102."

"102." she repeated and tom poured. "can you come home, please?"

"i'm coming home, right now." he promised, already planning on ordering a billion new tutus to make up for her illness.

after an exchange of a few words and an unexpected hand of mercy towards the man, tom raced home to his daughter.

"casey?" he whispered, walking into the room where you were laying beside her with her head tucked in your side.

"she's sleeping." you looked up at him and he softened. he was so soft for you two.

tom peeled off his hot suit jacket and shoes before sitting on her other side and leaving a kiss to the crown of her head and a peck on your lips.

"thank you for coming home. i know you were busy."

"never too busy for my girls."

[multi-fandom-writer]

Ok mob!tom'son needs to know the whope family, can you write something about the dinner??❤ also everyone loves him?? Omg this is too fluffy love ittr

Of course, enjoy!!

You heard your children laughing and screeching from the kitchen. They must have been getting along nicely with their older brother. As you were finishing the chicken fettuccine, you heard your five year old daughter yell, “again, Tom, again!” Your husbands head perked up at the words, forgetting about the sauce he was supposed to be stirring.

A look of pure joy crossed Tom’s face, with a proud smile adorning his beautiful lips. “They seem to be getting along quite nicely,” he commented, going back to stirring the almost burning sauce.

“Yes, well, supper is ready, so call all of our lovely children in please,” you spoke with a smile, starting to move the meal to the table. You heard three pairs of footsteps running into the room, accompanied by a pair walking. Tom Jr. was trailing behind your son and your twins; he didn’t have the same youth your other children did. Taking a look at him, you noticed he was a spitting image of his father.

“Did you ware them out for us?” Tom asked his son as he sat at the head of the table. You sat at the other end as your children took their spots at the table.

“More like they wore me out,” your new son answered with a laugh. He sat closest to Tom, still not comfortable with you quite yet. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in so long. This looks delicious, Mrs. Holland,” he said, smiling at you.

“Thank you. Now, eat up before it starts getting cold,” you spoke, dishing out some of the pasta for yourself and passing it to one of your children. You looked over to your husband, who was patiently awaiting the food. “Family dinner should become a new weekly thing,” you said.

“If you’re the one cooking, yes it should, darling,” he answered with a smirk. Throughout the course of dinner, many laughs were shared and your children bonded with their older brother.

You and Tom walked him to the front door after dinner was eaten and cleaned up. You held your hand out to Tom Jr., “it was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Mrs. Holland,” he said, shaking your hand.

“Please, call me Y/n. And don’t be a stranger,” you replied, giving him a stern look.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[multi-fandom-writer]

Okayyyyy about the mob!tom'son.. what if they talked a lot about how did the boy grow up and tom'a cold stone heart melta and introduces him to his family??

“Babe please, I want him to meet our kids,” Tom pleaded with you while the two of you were getting ready for bed one night.

“I don’t want one of your random men around our children. We’ve discussed this,” you shoot back, tired of talking about it. You only allowed Tom, his brothers, and Harrison around your children. You wanted to give them as normal a life as possible. 

Tom didn’t want to pull this card, but you needed to know. “He isn’t just some random man. He’s...he’s my son,” he trailed off, giving you a soft look. He noticed how quickly your demeanor changed. You went from defensive to pissed in the blink of an eye.

“He’s your son?!” you fired at him, rage apparent in your eyes. “Thomas Stanley Holland, you are going to invite him for dinner tomorrow night, and he is meeting his siblings,” you spoke with anger and passion.

Before you could start yelling again, Tom swooped you off your feet and kissed you heatedly. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly and his arms rested under you. “He’s been wanting to meet the kids for a while,” he mumbled with a chuckle. “And, before you ask, I didn’t know about him until about two weeks ago. We’ve been playing catch up.”

“Dinner, tomorrow night. Ask him what he’d like to eat,” you answered.

“He’s going to be so excited,” your husband answered, laying you on the bed and hovering over you. You could tell you made him extremely happy as he pressed kisses over your neck and collarbone. After a few rounds of kisses, he moved next to you, laying on his side. “Thank you so much, darling.”

[multi-fandom-writer]

Ciao! What if mob!tom had a son who is 23 y/o but this guy never met tom? Like, how would it be their first encounter?

I liked this idea, thank you dear!!!

Tom and Harrison were sizing up the new recruits, trying to see which ones would be promising. One of them looked awfully familiar to Tom though. He honestly reminded Tom of an old fling he had back in the day. The fling didn’t last for very long, a few nights at most. It was, however, very passionate and very provocative. 

Nothing was ever born of it, though. Tom was nearly certain that whoever the girl was would have told him if she was pregnant. He hoped she would have at least; he hated the idea of being an absent father to a child. He had children of his own, but they were younger.

The new recruit reminded him of himself in a way, too. His form was nearly identical to Tom’s. His hair fell in the same way that Tom’s did. Curiosity got the best of Tom as he riffled through files, looking for the picture of the new trainee. He found it as the bottom of the pile, and quickly started thumbing through it. He didn’t get very far before a small detail caught his eye.

The trainee’s name was Thomas. Thomas Stanley Holland II. Tom’s blood went cold as he looked back up to the man standing just a few feet in front of him. That was his son, his eldest son. His body went stiff and he couldn’t move as he watched his son shoot perfectly at the target.

His son’s gun clicked, signalling it when it was empty. As he reached for another clip, his eyes met Tom’s. It only took a second for both of them to have an understanding. The carbon copy walked over to Tom, giving him a charming smile. “Mr. Holland,” he said, holding his hand out. Tom could’ve sworn the boy’s eyes were a little glossy.

He firmly took the boy’s hand and pulled him in for a tight hug. His arms wrapped around Tom’s making him feel at home. Tom was totally unsure of what would happen next, but he was sure it would be a fun adventure.