#mob!tom blurb

[hoodieofholland]

You should be celebrated - mob!Tom

Summary: Tom loves showering you in gifts and he thinks you're gonna quite love this one.

Warnings: mention of violence, just some mob content.

Category: fluffy

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It's incredible how concepts can change from one day to another, from one second to another. You could say you were a good person, with the average concept of moral, did all you could to make people around you happy and, for sure, you weren't in the same side as the bad guys.

That didn't change too much, except for the last part. Bad didn't sound like the right word to describe Tom, but surely good wasn't the one either. He couldn't be all good, doing what he did for a living. Being a mob didn't have to do only with illegal dealings, but also meant being ok with hurting people from time to time.

You weren't up with the idea of seeing anyone hurt, but you ignored that. You just couldn't help the love you felt for Tom.

He was charming, handsome, powerful. And though power comes with the costs of hurting another one, you'd be lying if said you didn't get turned on just by the things he could get by the mere turn of a hand, or by adding a serious expression to his features.

And it wasn't really your fault. Though you knew everything that could happen behind scenes, Tom didn't look like a dangerous person when he was alone with you. He could be very caring, loving, a passionate man. He did wonderful things with you and with your body, treating you like a queen, and he sure did want you to feel like one. His queen.

"You like it?" He asks as he puts the diamond necklace around your neck, his fingertips lingering over your skin. It shines, bright as his eyes, looking directly at you through the mirror you were in front of.

It felt all too much. The necklace was certainly expensive. His scent was filing up your senses and you felt dizzy just by the thought of Tom waiting for an answer, wanting to make you feel appreciated with his gift.

You press your fingers softly against the material of the necklace, feeling the weight of It, not only physically, but for the meaning of wearing such an imposing object.

"It's... woah. I don't even know what to say, Tom" you lost your words, admiring how the jewelry matches the color of your skin, the way your collarbone got accentuated by it.

Tom smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck so softly you had to sigh to release the tension that seemed to cover your lungs.

"I think you're glorious, love". He whispered against your skin. "The most beautiful woman in the world".

"Well, this necklace surely could make any woman glow" you said in a wondering tone.

Tom touched your chin with two fingers, turning your head to face him. "That's not true. You see, not everyone can wear such a precious thing and not get their beauty lost in the pomposity of a jewel. But with you, darling, it just makes more eyes turn to you, to see what a stunning woman you are. It's not the necklace, trust me".

You smiled softly, still unsure if you had the look to wear something like that. Tom held your waist firmly, looking right into the mirror.

"Love how we look together. Don't you?" He sighs and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "You're my perfect queen".

You turned around to face him, putting your arms around his neck, and smiled playfully.

"I still don't know what this is all for. It's not my birthday or anything".

Tom lifts his hand to put a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"You should be celebrated, darling, and not only on your birthday". He shrugged it off as it was an obvious statement. "But the real important question here is... did you like it?"

You chuckle. "How could I not like it, Tom? It's perfect". You see his smile grow, as he pecked your lips, his index finger and thumb holding your chin. "But I still think it's just too much. It clearly has a big value and I don't think you should buy me these things for nothing-"

"Shhh". He frowned, touching your forehead with his. "It's not for nothing, y/n. I love you, and if there's a single reason for all this fucking money for me, it's to make my love happy. You can only not accept something if it's not of your liking, but never for feeling that's not for you". He runs his hand from your neck to the back of it, intertwining his fingers with locks of your hair softly. "You deserve way more than just a necklace. You deserve the world, darling, and if there's anything on my reach that you'd like, then it's yours".

You smile sheepishly, bringing a hand to the necklace once more and feeling your cheek getting a light blush.

"Thank you, Tom".

"Anytime, love". He winked and leaned in to kiss you passionately. When the two of you separated, Tom smirked. "Now, what about some fancy dinner, uh? Wanna show off my pretty girl tonight".

[multi-fandom-writer]

Could you do a mob!au where y/n is tom’s fiancé and basically his family along with her gets kidnapped and she takes the bullet for them but doesn’t survive

Here you go!

Tom and Harrison had found you and the twins and were getting you untied. Tom was quick to pull you into his arms, holding you tightly to his chest. He couldn’t stop mumbling about how happy we was that you were okay and how much he loves you. He noticed your shivering and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders.

“Everything is okay now, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You heard the door being kicked open on the other side of the room. The man who had been keeping you captive was standing in the doorway, his gun pointed directly at Tom. You knew what you had to do, and it only took a moment for you to react.

Pushing Tom out of the way, you felt a burning heat spreading from your stomach to the rest of your body. There was a warm liquid on your stomach, falling down to your waist and your legs. You felt empty as you fell to the floor, crumpled in a ball. There was a round of gunshots before Tom was kneeling behind you.

Hot tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he turned you onto your back. You coughed up blood as you looked at his beautiful face. “Sing for me, Tommy?” you asked weakly, feeling yourself fading fast. You knew he hated singing, but you also knew he’d do anything for you. Especially because you were dying.

His voice was rough and patchy as he started singing your favorite song, and you let a small smile spread across your face as you closed your eyes for the last time.

[jasntodds]

Mob tom with glasses?

It’s an interesting switch for you. There’s something softer about him in his glasses rather than contacts.Maybe that’s because he only wears his glasses around you where the two of you can just be and not have to worry about anyone Tom and his mob have pissed off. It’s where the two of you can just be without Tom needing to order his men around. He doesn’t need to be charge here.

“Why’re you starin’?” Tom quirks a brow, feeling you staring at him from across the room.

“I like you in your glasses.” You state with ease, putting your finger in your book to mark your page.

“Hm?” Tom’s brows flick up. “Why’s that, love?”

You shrug a single shoulder, mouth twitching into a smile. “Cute.”

Tom laughs and his cheeks turn red, a shade they only turn when red or when you, only you, have him like this. “Cute?”

“Yep.” You affirm with a beaming smile and Tom makes his way over to you, leaning his hands on the arm on the arm of the couch and the other on the back, caging you in.

“Still cute?” He asks.

You nod. “Yep.” You press a quick peck to his cheek and then move to his lips, where he quickly matches your pace only for you to pull away a full seconds later. “Foggy.”

Tom groans, his head hanging momentarily before he picks the glasses from his face. “Not funny.” Tom mutters moving them aside before moving back to your lips.

[hoefortomhoelland]

Anon: mob!tom trying to teach you self defence because he doesn't want you to get hurt? love your writing btw.

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Thank you so much, babe! I hope you enjoy it!

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Words: 456
Genre: 🐝✨ ANGST AND A BIT OF FLUFF✨🐝
Au: Your favourite, Mob!Tom

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“Come on, darling. You need to work on putting more pressure in your abdomen.” Tom encouraged as you threw punches on the punching bag. You groaned as you ducked and swung again.

You stumbled back slightly and panted, brushing the strands of hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead out of the way.

“Tom, I don’t understand why I need to do this.” You ran your hand through your hair as you tried to regain your breath.

“What If I’m out one day and someone breaks in? You need to learn how to protect yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and tightened the bandages around your knuckles.

“And use your legs more. They’re the strongest part of your body.” Tom pointed to your thighs before pointing to your elbows.

“Also, use your elbows on the attackers stomach, throat or groin.”

“Alright, Alright. If you want to teach me self defence, then take me into the ring.” You nodded your head to the square boxing ring that Tom had refused to take you in since the first day of training.

“No, Y/N. I could hurt-“

You took a step forward and stabbed your finger against his chest.

“Take me into the ring.” You said through gritted teeth before turning on your heel and walking away. Tom followed behind, wrapping his fists with the same roll of bandage that was around your fists.

You climbed in through a gap between the ropes and stretched your arms.

“Scared are we?” You mocked as you cracked your neck.

He sighed and climbed in the same way as you did.

“You’re so stubborn, you know.” He scoffed. “Do you remember everything?”

You nodded and tied your hair up. “Ready?” He asked.

“Ready as ever, baby.”

For the first two rounds, Tom had beat you. But you weren’t ready to give up just yet. Tom was barely injured since he’s taken much more before such as a silver bullet in the shoulder. You wiped the corner of your mouth and stood up again.

“Are you sure you want to go for another round?” Tom panted slightly.

You cracked your knuckles and nodded before swinging again. You punched and ducked his swings before finally getting him on the ground, straddling his waist as the pair of you gasped for air.

“I did it.” You sighed before falling against his chest.

“I’m proud of you baby, but you need to practice more on your reflexes.”

“Whatever.” You groaned.

[multi-fandom-writer]

Hi, I just wanted to tell you I love your scared series. I just read afterlife and it was so good! Could you make another part where Tom takes y/n's advice and lives life and tries having a kid with that egg... Maybe the child grows and reminds him so much of Y/n ...you totally don't have to answer this though ♥

Thank you so much! I did add my own personal twist, but the idea is still the same. I hope you enjoy it!

Tom looked down at the sleepy baby girl in his arms. Her eyes, which were exactly like yours, were staring back at him. He was extremely tired; he felt like he could drop at any moment. Harrison had offered to help Tom when the baby cried in the middle of night, but Tom declined. It was three in the morning, but this was the first time his girl had woken up crying in the night. She was making progress. If he was being honest with himself, he enjoyed these little moments with her. Sitting in the rocking chair with Evalyn in his arms reminded him so much of cuddling with you. She loved cuddling up with her father, nuzzling her head into his warm chest. The small tufts of hair on her head matched the ones you had almost perfectly, although they were dark brown like Tom’s hair.

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Sitting in his meeting, Tom saw the clock on the wall hit 3:45. Right on time, Evalyn burst through the office doors without a care in the world. Her radiant smile brightened up the drab room. There were a dozen other men in the room, but Evalyn only saw her dad and her uncle Haz. She found her spot on Tom’s lap and proudly showed him the drawing she made today in kindergarten. Harrison looked at the small child fondly, remembering how you’d always walk into meetings without caring. He noticed the picture didn’t have a mommy. Instead, there was Evalyn and Tom and Harrison.

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Harry was never the biggest fan of yours, and it was no secret. He would have never wished cancer on you, though. He found himself missing you from time to time, as well. On particular days when he missed you a bit more than usual, he found himself having a tea party with Evalyn. He saw you in the sparkle of her eyes. More than once, Tom would be walking by in the hallway and stop to watch the two. Usually, he’d stay long enough until his daughter noticed him and pulled him into the tea party also.

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Sam was more than happy to be the fun uncle. He also loved helping Evalyn sneak around in her teenage years. Sam would help to sneak her out of the house without any of the others noticing. He was the one she’d call if she was in trouble. He was more than willing to wake up in the dead of the night to go pick her up from a party. Her rebelliousness definitely came from you. She was hard-headed and unafraid to speak her mind.  These traits made Tom ache for your warm embrace, but they also brought him a comfort; he knew that Evalyn would be just fine, especially with you watching over her. 

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All four men were sitting in the foyer, waiting for Evalyn to get home from her school dance. It was her first prom, and she was over the moon to tell them about it. Tom and Harrison took her dress shopping, and she picked out a lovely white dress. As Evalyn walked through the front door, Tom could’ve sworn it was you instead of her. After seventeen years, Tom finally felt at peace with losing you. 

[multi-fandom-writer]

Scared - mob!tom

warnings: it talks about ovarian cancer, so read at your own risk please! word count: roughly 750 pairing: mob!tom x reader

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a/n: this is so angsty and I’m so not sorry. also it’s my submission for @naturallytom‘s writing challenge, go check her out if you haven’t!

Sitting on the couch, your head was resting in Tom’s shoulder crook. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his hand playing with a strand of your hair. As you breathed in slowly, Tom’s strong boyish scent filled your nostrils. He wasn’t wearing a shirt; in his words, it was his house so they were his rules. You preferred him shirtless though; his body provided you with warmth. Warmth that you seemed to lack so much of lately. 

A book was resting between the two of you, both of you having one hand on it. The two of you decided to read the book together, after your diagnosis. It had been two months since you had been given what some would call a death sentence. When Tom heard the doctor’s words, his blood went cold. He knew this was probably a losing fight, just as much as you did. It was advanced, and there was a good chance it would kill you.

“How’s business going?” you ask absentmindedly, resting your hand on his stomach. His tan skin was smooth against your fingers.

“It’s doing fine, peach. You really don’t need to worry,” he answers, kissing the top of your head.

“You used to tell me all about it, Tom-”

“And now you have bigger things to worry about,” he cuts you off. He hasn’t been open to talking about this with you, at all. He wants you to focus on trying to win your battle, not his family business. 

Just as you were about to say something, you felt Tom’s hand stop moving against your head. You see him pull his hand away from your hand, a large tuft of your hair entangled in his nimble fingers. You hear the sigh leave his lips as a warm drop falls on top of your head. Tom’s barely ever cried in front of you, but he’s gotten more comfortable with it over the past couple of months. When the two of you first found out about the diagnosis, Tom threw himself into his work. He distanced himself from you, which hurt you even more. He’d barely pay any attention to you.

One night, you had enough of the silent treatment. You fought your way into Tom’s office, quite literally. Sam and Harry both had bloody noses and a few bruised ribs by the time you were done with them, but Harrison took the worst of it. You had broken his nose and fractured his cheekbone, along with dislocating his shoulder. When you opened the door to Tom’s office, he was sobbing. It wasn’t quiet either. They were loud sobs, wracking his entire body. He looked over to you, and simply held his arms out to you. You took your place in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you cried together, and Tom eventually brought you up to your shared room. You woke up to him crying again, but this time it was silent crying.

“Stage three, dear,” he mumbles, resting his hand on your upper arm and squeezing tightly. He peppers the top of your head in kisses, taking uneven breaths.

“It’s ovarian cancer, Tom. Even if I do survive, we may not have kids,” you say, holding back tears.

“Okay, first of all, when you survive. Second of all, we froze your eggs, so there’s still a chance. Besides, we don’t necessarily need biological kids,” he answers, looking down at you. You plant a soft kiss on his lips before cuddling closer to him.

“Let’s buzz it off,” you suggest sleepily, drawing random patterns on the skin of his stomach.

He chuckles, “what?”

“I want to shave my head, Tommy,” you answer definitively, not looking up at him.

He just shakes his head, trying not to let the tears fall. “I-I’m so scared to do that to you. It’s like if I do that, I’ll never get the real you back,” he whispers, succumbing to the tears.

You nudge his chin so he’s looking at you. “Scared isn’t a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used,” you answer lightly, wiping away the warm tears with your thumb. “Think of this as our next big adventure, Tommy.”

His bloodshot eyes caught your tired ones, and a small smile graced his lips. “There is nobody else that I would rather go on this adventure with. I love you, and I’m so happy I get to call you mine.” He pauses and takes a deep breath before adding, “even I don’t get you for very long.”

[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]

Terrified - mob!tom

part II to scared

warnings: this one talks about surgery and cancer (again) word count: roughly 1k pairing: mob!tom x reader

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a/n: this one isn’t much better than the last one, so just be prepared

Tom was sitting next to your hospital bed, his hand loosely holding onto yours. You had just gotten done with what was hopefully your final round of chemo, and you were exhausted. You’d fallen asleep not long after the nurses brought you back up to the room in a wheelchair. Tom was waiting patiently for you to wake up, taking the free time to just think. Your scans were showing that the tumors on your ovaries were shrinking, which meant you could have surgery soon. Tom noticed how weak you had gotten, though. Your walks around the hospital were shorter than they usually were, and you slept more throughout the day. Your complexion was paler, and your hair had grown back patchy.

Tom still remembered the day he shaved it off for you. His hand was shaking as he held the razor over your head. He couldn’t quite bring himself to cut off your beautiful hair, yet. The tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes as he looked at you in the mirror. You were watching him with a sad expression. Your hand slowly reached up and rested on top of his to keep it from trembling. You led his hand closer to your head, watching as he shaved off the first strip of hair. You felt a jolt in your stomach as you watched it hit the ground. With each falling strand, it became slightly easier to look yourself in the mirror. 

Tom ordered one of his men to sweep up the hair in the bathroom as he picked you up and walked into your shared bedroom. He sat on the bed with you in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around you. He peppered light kisses all over the top over you while he rubbed circles in your lower back. He whispered assurances in your ear, telling you that you were still his darling. That night was just about two months ago, and Tom had fallen in love with you all over again every day since then.

It broke Tom’s heart to see you this way. He had already told you that you could give up if you wanted to, and that he’d try to be okay without you. You weren’t the kind of person to give up easily, though; it’s part of the reason he fell in love with you. You had told him that you were holding out for him and the hope that you two would still have a child. Tom rubbed small patterns over the back of your hand with his thumb as he thought.

Your hand gently squeezed his and he quickly looked over to you. He smiled as you started waking up. “Good evening, darling,” he whispered, giving you an award winning grin. “I went and got chinese from your favorite place.”

“Yay,” you mumbled, giving Tom a sleepy, but genuine smile. He was quick to hand you the chinese takeout and sit next to you again. It took you some time to eat, but this was yours and Tom’s tradition after chemo treatments.

After you had taken a few bites, Tom spoke, “they want to do your surgery tomorrow. I told them I would ask you and see what you say.”

“Sure, tomorrow sounds good,” you answered, not wanting to think about the surgery.

“They wanted to try to leave one of your ovaries, but they decided against it. They want to reduce the risk of relapse as much as they can,” he added, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You wanted this disgusting disease gone as much as he did, but you also wanted a chance to have more than one biological child with Tom. 

“Whatever gives me the best chance of survival,” you replied, a small bit of hope dying inside your chest. 

Tom knew something was wrong by the way you spoke, and he wanted to comfort you. From what the two of you had talked about in the last few days, he guessed it was the fact that you wanted to have a baby with him. He wanted one, too, but there were a lot more things at play than just your cancer. For one, Tom’s job was extremely dangerous. You were aware of the risks associated with Tom’s job and you accepted them. To you, the benefits of being with Tom and knowing who he really was far outweighed the risks. However, both of you know that a baby didn’t ask to be brought into a life like yours. “Let’s just get past the surgery, then we can talk about having a baby, yeah?” he asked, watching your reaction.

You nodded and looked over to Tom. “Wanna cuddle for old times’ sake?” you asked, softly chuckling. When you were first diagnosed and started your first round of chemo, Tom was hesitant to lay next to you. He was scared he’d get in trouble, and more importantly that he would accidentally hurt you. It took a lot of gentle coaxing on your part, but you eventually got your cuddles from Tom. From that night on, it was the best way for Tom to console you in the hospital.

He gave you a knowing smile and started kicking off his shoes. “Y’know, you give me that look that you know I can’t refuse. Then, when you do get your way, you act all surprised,” he commented, unbuttoning his suit jacket. He spoke with a smirk, so you knew he wasn’t all that upset.

“What can I say? A queen should get what she wants.”

“Of course she should,” he said, crawling into the bed with you, and being careful of the wires. “My queen will always get what she wants.” He slid his arm under your head, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. “There you go, peach. Now you can be comfy and listen to my heartbeat,” he whispered, gently rubbing your shoulder with his hand. He knew how much you loved to hear his heartbeat and how much it helped to calm your nerves. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I will always love you.”

“I love you, too, Tommy,” you mumbled, cuddling into his chest. No matter what you would face tomorrow, you knew that Tom would be by your side. As terrified as you were of what you’d be fighting, you knew you wouldn’t be fighting alone. You fell asleep in his arms, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time that happened.

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