#mob!tom imagines

[mydearesthrry]

noooo! - p.p.

prompt 12 from fluff : “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

prompt 3 from fluff: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

warnings: nothing really, just swearing and lots of fluff

side note; also, sorry about all the pet names? there's so many and it starts to get repetitive :(

y/i/n - your initials

a flurry of clothes was thrown around the room as you paced around your room quickly, rummaging through your drawers trying to find something to wear.

"FUCK!" you loudly exclaimed, stubbing your toe on your bedframe. you fell over with a loud thud, and crawled over to your pants drawer.

"you okay honey?" your mom shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

"yeah mom! just hurt myself, sorry!" you yelled back, looking for a pair of black ripped jeans.

"bingo." you said to yourself, seeing a white hoodie with a small black spider embroidered on the left breast area of it. it was pretty cold that day, so you decided to throw on a north face jacket over it. you zipped it up and quickly ran down the stairs, grabbing two waffles, kissed your mom on the cheek. you ran down all the way to the subway, all ready being late.

"FUCK!" you yelled again for the second time that morning, almost losing your balance and slipping.

you met peter on the subway, and sighed in relief, the sight of him already making you feel better. he looked up from his phone and saw you, smiling brightly, and sticking out his arms for you to come into.

"hi angel!" he said to you, squeezing you tightly.

"hi baby boy. i missed you so much." you murmured, breathing in his sweet scent. you looked up, kissing him softly on his lips. you burrowed yourself back into his neck afterwards.

"missed you too, babe. you got anything special happening today?" he let go of you, but grabbing your hand.

"mm, not really, jus' have to study for this stupid test. you can come over, if you want. if you don't wanna, s' okay."

"of course i'll come over! i get to spend more time with my favorite girl."

his comment made you blush profusely, and you hid your face in his chest, and he laughed, fluffing your hair. you two soon arrived to school, and went your separate ways.

"sup mj, where've you been? missed you" you said, a big smile on your face, as you saw your best friend again for the first time in 2 weeks.

"shit, sorry, i didn't get to tell you, i went with my mom to portugal for two weeks. and in fact, i got you something!" she exclaimed, reaching into her bag to grab you something. she pulled out a small little mug with the initials 'p.p. - y/i/n - n.l. - m.j.' written on the inside of the cup.

"mj, i- i don't know what to say,, t-thank you." you reached over the desk and hugged her and she replied with a "you're welcome, dork.". the period ended within a blink of an eye, and next you had science with peter.

you met up with peter while you were on your way to your locker, seeing him there already. you giggled slightly, planning your go up to him to scare him. you creeped up behind him and shouted "BOO!" and hurled over in laughter seeing how much he flinched.

"babyyyyyyy," he said with a pout on his lips. "that wasn't funny!"

"okay, okay, i'm sorry! i saw the opportunity and took it!" you said, running your fingers through his hair to make him feel better.

"i guess it's okay. but you owe me!" he said, tickling your sides. you both walked to class hand in hand and took your respective seats next to eachother.

you placed your phone on your desk along with your books and binders. you saw peter glance over at your phone, and you thought nothing of it, shrugging your shoulders and grabbing more things out of your backpack.

"umm y/n/n? am i your lockscreen?" he asked, looking up at you skeptically.

"noooo! y-you weren't supposed to see that!" you said nervously, snatching your phone and putting it in your jean pocket.

"i don't mind angel, it's cute. own up to it." he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and showing you his lockscreen. it was a picture of you and him from the science trip the class went on, you two attached at the hip, and giving eachother the goofiest smiles imaginable. luckily, betty was able to catch the sight with her phone, taking an amazing photo of you and peter which grew to be his favorite. you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, and you quickly turned around in your seat.

as soon as you knew it, all of your classes were done, and it was now time to go home. you went to your locker and put everything you needed to in it. you could hear the loud chatter of peter and ned coming towards you, so you closed your locker and faced the direction of the two.

"hey boys." you greeted them, nodding at mj who was behind them. she nodded back to you, looking back to read her book.

"hey, y/n! peter and i were just talking about the new movie that's coming out soon, you know? about the aliens?" he waved his arms around his head, asking you as if you obviously knew what he was talking about. you looked over at peter who gave you a look that said 'just say yes', so you looked back at ned, nodding your head yes.

"cool! does that mean you'll come with me and peter to go see it?" oh gosh. i mean, it's not that you didn't like going to movies with them, but when you've been doing it for so long, it started to get.. boring.

"uhhhhhh, sorry ned, i actually cant, i have to go uh- walk my neighbors dog?" you said questioningly, and after seeing the look on peters face, you quickly yelled a goodbye and ran to the exit.

*:･ﾟtime skip *:･ﾟ

you got back to your house and immediately ran up the stairs. you grabbed everything you needed for your study session, grabbed your led light remote and set the color to a bright yellow, and began working. you turned on some music, and as you were humming to the tune, a loud tap startled you. you looked over to your window, and saw the famous vigilante at the edge of your fire escape. you ran over to it, and unlocked it.

"hi princess." he grunted and jumped into your room.

"hi my love, how was patrolling?" you asked, pulling his mask off his face to give him a soft peck.

"eh, fine. let's get to studying!" he studied your figure, and saw a hoodie that he swore looked like his. he scanned his mind, wondering if he knew where it was, and came to the realization that he didn't.

"hey, y/n, i've been looking for a hoodie that looks exactly like yours. have you seen it?" he asked, not noticing how wide your eyes got.

"wh- what? nooooooo!" you said very unconvincingly.

"you're wearing it, aren't you?" he said, connecting the dots together.

"okay, yes! but only because it smells like you and i like your hoodies more than mine." you whined like a child as you pulled the hood of his hoodie over your head.

"don't stress about it, baby. you look cute in it." he grinned, pulling the drawstrings of the white hoodie towards him, closing the gap between your lips.

[belovasangel]

Hallucinations

Summary: Never lost, just waiting to be found

Pairing: Mob!Tom x (fem!)Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, angst all around, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and crime

You wore his green sweater when he left. It was old, had a few moth holes, and itched your sides, but it’s all you could wear to remember him. Vanished. It was a mission he said wouldn’t be too hard. He gave a hug, a long kiss on your lips, and a lingering stare before he walked out the door. 

He tasted like toothpaste and tobacco, smoking being what he did when he was stressed. Tom had been nervous all week, fiddling with loose ends on his shirts or running his fingers through his hair. Coming home with blazed and glossy eyes while he held you tight in bed. Whispering sweet nothings and soft touches. As if this was the last time. 

Tom and Harrison left in the middle of June, a week before your anniversary. It was muggy in August when Harrison returned with a tattered suit, under eye bags, and Tom’s wedding ring in hand. Harrison gave a tight hug, holding you close to his heart. You smelt Tom’s cologne on his shirt, and saw bright dots of red on the white. 

The funeral was in late September. Family came to your side immediately, Tom’s parents and siblings were holding your hand the whole time. When the burial took place, everyone held their breath and collectively said a prayer to the closed casket. Nobody saw the body. 

You looked to the sky, a single tear falling down your cheek. Looking back to the grave, beyond the cemetery there was an apparition quickly ducking behind trees and bushes. You scoffed lightly, confused by the onlooker and turned back to the funeral of your late husband

Every day became an uphill battle. Nikki and Dom stopped by once a week to deliver company, taking you out for brunch or bringing by pictures and memories. The wedding, the first pregnancy test (even though it was negative), his shirts and baby photos. It made you feel closer to someone you’ve known for years and that’s been dead for weeks. Sam, Harry and Paddy kept you busy by keeping you in his business. They brought you to meetings, taught you to use a gun, wear bullet proof clothing and even pick a lock. 

The more you’ve become aware of what Tom did was when you noticed things at home were changing too. Tessa always greeted you extra happy, items in the kitchen and bedroom were slowly missing, food was gone and shirts were being lost. A final straw was hit when the wedding picture hung on the fireplace of you and Tom was taken from the frame. 

You installed more cameras, hired more of Tom’s henchmen, and started carrying your gun in its holster whenever you went home. Harry, being the new man in charge, held the power and gave you your wishes, while also letting you into the business more than Tom did. 

A chilly October night, Halloween exactly, was your first drug bust with Harrison. “Are you sure, I know that dealing with your loss is hard but this isn’t exactly the best idea?” You rolled your eyes, unlocking the safety on the gun and turned on your heel. “I want to see what made Tom go out and get himself killed, is that too much to ask for?”

Harrison bit his lip, swiping his hand over his face. “This isn’t healthy, (Y/N).” You stopped walking, tears pricking your eyes. “What’s not healthy is wishing that you died instead of your husband, Harrison. Wishing you could have held him longer or said ‘I love you’ before he left. It’s not healthy staying up to see the sunrise in hopes that the love of your life will somehow walk through the front door and be alive! I need this, even if I end up in the ground next to him, I-I can’t just sit and wait for something to happen. Not anymore.”

You wiped a tear, then turned back to the bar entrance. “Let’s get this over with.” Harrison placed his hand on your shoulder and opened the door.

That night you killed five people. Five of the same henchmen that were involved in Tom’s murder. You got the drugs, got the sliver of revenge, and it soothed a tiny part in your gut. Getting home was silent, you were shaking with adrenaline and a cheshire smile on your face while Harrison watched with a look of sympathy and anxiety. He dropped you off at home and slowly pulled out of the mansion, not before taking a call. 

Night after night, you showed up to Harry’s and asked for a mission, begging for them. And night after night, Harry gave you your request. Drug busts, torture missions, robberies, deals and hostages. You were addicted to the rush. On Christmas, Harry got you a new gun. Sam gave you the same cigarettes that Tom smoked. Harrison gifted Tom’s favorite cologne and cufflinks he wore his last night alive. 

By the new year, the boys (except Harrison) all believed you were the reincarnation of Tom, even better and more ruthless. You got the money, and blew some brains in the way. It became a hobby for you, and damn did it feel good. Yet, at the end of the night when you scrubbed the blood off your hands did you finally get the killers remorse. On particularly hard nights, you slept in the green sweater. 

The same one you last saw Tom in.

It brought you back to the last hug, the last kiss, the last “I love you.” He was everywhere when you wore it. It brought your humanity back, just for a night’s sleep. 

“Tommy, slow down! Where are we going?” You laughed, as Tom pulled you through the busy crowds of London. He rushed you onto the busy subway, holding you close to his side as the bustle of people stop after stop nearly swept you away. “I’ve got you, love. You’re safe with me.” His breath tickled your lips while your cheek rubbed against his wool sweater, the one you wore every chance you got. 

You woke up in the middle of the night, the day after Valentine’s Day, to the wind whipping outside your windows. The trees were slapping the glass, snow was filling the patio and the gust of wind nearly opened the door. You picked up your pillow and began walking to the living room for peace.

“Are you okay, my love?” Tom watched as you paced in the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom and dodging back out. “Are you feeling ill?” You looked up, biting your lip.

“I think I’m pregnant”

You silently closed the bedroom door and made your way down the polished wooden steps to the living room. Each picture down the staircase was a memory of you two. The wedding picture at the bottom always reminded you of the beautiful night. With a heavy sigh, you turned to the occupied couch.

“Cheers to the new Holland’s!” 

Harrison put the microphone down, his best man speech brought tears to everyone in the crowd, and as everyone cheered loud, Tom left a tight kiss on your temple. “I cannot believe you’re my lovely wife.” You looked back, rosy cheeked and slightly champagne tipsy as you cupped his jaw. “And I cannot believe you’re my incredibly sexy husband.”

He let out a laugh, and with a smirk he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just wait for the honeymoon, sweetheart. I’ll have to carry you around when we’re done with tonight.”

“Harrison?”

The man on the couch turned around, and he gave you a sheepish look. “We need to talk (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes. “I came down here to sleep, not to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to give me.” Harrison furrowed his brows, clenching his fists and looking at Tessa curled by his feet. “It’s about Tom, (Y/N).”

You took a seat on the couch, fluffing your pillow and setting it down on the edge. “Oh, I’m ready. Let me guess, you found another picture. Oh! Oh! How about that he had a half burnt cigarette that he happened to leave behind as a memory? Maybe it’s a few pints of that honey bourbon he loves so much. Tell me, Harrison, what else is there to give a poor widow?”

“He’s alive.” 

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to the table next to the couch and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. “Oh yeah, tell me something else that’ll give me false hope. He’s in the kitchen, he’s outside with flowers, he’s waiting at the fucking alter!” You huffed a smoke cloud out, tilting your head to the side. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“He’s at Nikki and Dom’s. Tom got there a few weeks ago. That’s why Harry keeps giving you those missions, so he can go back and see him. They’ve all known. He’s alive.” You let out a laugh, bringing the cigarette back to your lips. “This is so fucking low of you, Harrison.”

You stood up, a tear rolling down your cheek as you picked up the pillow. “I thought you were my friend, Tom’s best man. You’re disgusting for doing this to me. Don’t come here again. You know where the door is.” Walking back to the stairs, Harrison stood. “Let me take you there, please.” 

You walked up the stairs alone, wiping tears and holding in your wails for a little longer until you heard the door slam shut. The cigarette fell into the sink, burning out while you splashed water on your eyes. Looking up, you grabbed your phone and called Harry.

“Hello?” You gripped the phone tighter. “Is it true?” Harry let out a deep groan. “What do you mean by that, (Y/N)?” 

“Is it fucking true?” Harry sighed. “Yeah.”

You pulled the phone away and ended the call, looking up at the mirror of the girl wearing the green sweater. The one you wore the last time you saw your husband.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Okay sooooo I have it... dad!tom (if you wanna add a little mob!tom that's good!) Is home alone smoking a cigar when his daughter comes home crying bc her boyfriend broke up with her so he starts comforting her when her brother comes home telling her and Tom "I broke your ex's nose, don't thank me"

So cuteeeeee

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If Tom didn't know any better, he would've thought that his sixteen year old daughter, Rainy, rushing in had just been released by his enemies looking for information. But when he saw the red eyes and tear streaks, her hair disheveled and her coming forward into his open arms without telling him how much she hates him, he knew it had nothing to do with him and his business,

"What's the matter love?" He asks softly, stroking her hair down while one hand holds her shoulders to his chest. She sniffles, chest heaving and it makes her breathing heavy,

"Angel, talk to me, I'll take care of whoever, whatever it is." He reassures. She leans back just the slightest, allowing for her father to stroke her hair down with both hands,

"G-Greg broke u-up with me." She chokes out, rubbing her nose. Tom clicks his tongue,

"Oh baby... my sweet girl, I'm sorry." He comforts, reaching up to wrap his arms around her and let her nuzzle her face in his neck, knowing it's one of the only things that comforted her. She cried into him, Tom rubbing up her back for the time being until her older brother, Ryan, entered, face red in fury and knuckles busted, bruised, bloody. He entered the kitchen, eyes locked on Rainy's back. She turned when she heard the door close, looking Ryan over before he rushed forward, pulling her into his arms. He sighed, eyes closing as his arms wrapped around her body. He kissed her cheek,

"I broke his nose... don't thank me." Ryan says, his face unamused as he calms himself for his little sister's sake. Rainy pulls back slightly, looking up into his eyes,

"What?" Ryan nods,

"No one breaks up with my little sister, snaps her heart in two and gets away with it. I knocked the shit out of him." He explains as Tom walks forward to look between the two of them. Rainy pulls Ryan back in, laying her head against his chest while Ryan binds his arms tight around her waist. Tom runs his thumb over Ryan's cheek, clearing the blood that most likely came from his hand when he pulled back to throw another punch to Greg's face. The soft brown of Ryan's eyes search Tom's, the man he's looked up to for so long. He got this protective nature from Tom and now, he's putting it to use. Tom sighs, jaw clenched for a moment before he wraps his arms around each of his kids, pulling Ryan's own head against his chest,

"You know your mother won't be happy with how you handled it but I was protective of her too when we were dating and all that. I'm glad you're protective of your little sister, but you know violence isn't the answer." Tom reasons with his son. Ryan nods, lips pressed to Rainy's forehead as he listens,

"I know. But that asshole was out of line. He deserves what he got." He mumbles. Rainy squeezes her brother, nuzzling both into her brother and her father. Ryan sighs,

"Are you okay though Rain?" He asks. Standing back with Tom's hand between his shoulder blades, he holds Rainy's face in his hands, waiting until she nods to clear her tears from under her eyes,

"I think mum will understand that you were heartbroken and I took care of the problem." He reasons. Rainy smiles, her cheeks squished in Ryan's palms. She looks down before her eyebrows knit together,

"Did you hospitalize him?" She asks innocently. Ryan smiles softly,

"No... why?" She groans, dragging him back into her,

"I would've felt better if you had." She whines. Ryan and Tom both chuckle, the both of them holding her. And that's how you find your family. Your daughter haphazard, your son bruised and bloody, and your husband sympathetic, yet prideful.

[holland-daydream]

Dear I loved what you wrote about my request!! Can you write a little sequel about Tom asking Evan to come over bc he wants to be sure of Evan’s intentions towards his daughter, and after a short fight Tom offers Evan a cigar (let’s make him 22 while Alice is 19) and while they smoke, Tom asks the boy how they met and even tells him that he has never seen his daughter this happy, and when she comes in she crawls on Evan’s lap, kissing him and Tom’s all like aaah young people nowadays

I decided to put these two together. I hope you both liked it and thank you so much for the support. It’s super fun writing these!  @loveuntilyoucan

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Part One

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“I can’t believe he disarmed you” Harrison chuckled, sitting across the big table that was the centre of Tom’s office. They were talking about the events of last night, while waiting for one of their men to bring information about some people.

“And, dude. Aren’t you worried that she is dating him?” “Why should I? We have always gotten along” “We get along with his father, not him. He is not in his father’s gang.” Tom raised a brow at Harrison’s words, listening to him talking about how Evan was now leading something new. He didn’t think he was a bad person, but he needed to make sure who his daughter was dating. And, to be honest, every time he remembered the way he arrogantly kissed his daughter last night, his jaw and fists clenched. “Steven” Tom called the man guarding the office door. “I want Evan here today” he ordered. Steven nodded and headed outside. Harrison stood up to leave, not before saying “Good luck” to Tom.

After a few hours, Tom heard a knock at the door and after hanging up the phone, he ordered the person knocking to come in. He got up when he saw it was Evan, and politely offered him a seat. Evan looked at Tom expectantly, unsure of what he was doing here. “Looking for losing another gun fight, Holland?” Evan said smirking, remembering the events of last night.

Tom stood up from his leather chair and sat on the edge of the table, facing him. He wanted to talk to him, have a good chat with him, but the moment he recalled the kiss he gave Alice, he couldn’t help but punch him. Evan touched his bloody lip with his finger, not knowing exactly how to react. He raised his fist to punch Tom back but his girlfriend’s father was quicker and gave him a kick in the stomach, throwing him across the room. Tom stood there untouched, looking at the hurt and bloody Evan. He thought of his daughter, that made his heart tender, and got closer to the mercenary to offer him a hand to stand up. With a smile he did, thanking his help. But Tom wasn’t over, and put a gun to his throat. “Don’t. Fucking. Ever. Kiss. My. Daughter. Like. That. Again.”. Evan gulped, and his body relaxed when Tom put back the weapon in his pocket.

Tom sat down in his leather chair again, taking a cigar out of a drawer. He lighted it up, waiting for Evan to recover and sit back down in front of him. When he did, Tom offered him one which he gladly accepted, still not saying a word.

“So, how did Alice and you meet?” “We have some friends in common. We were all hanging out together one night and Alice got involved in a fight” Tom raised his brow. “Alice?” “Yeah. She gets in quite a lot of fights. But she wins them all, you raised her right.” Evan winked at Tom, who was proud to hear that, but still worried. “So she got hurt, and I brought her here.” Tom sighed, thinking it was probably one of those nights he was out working. “Thanks for taking care of her” “It’s no problem” Evan leaned on the table, looking at Tom in the eyes. “Look, Holland. I love Alice, I would never hurt her.” His words were true, and truth is, whenever Tom looked at him he saw himself. The way he talked about Alice was the same way he would talk about you to his father.

The conversation was interrupted by some knocks at the door, and Alice entering the room. “Dad, can you please print th-“ Alice raised her head from the laptop she was carrying and saw Evan and Tom looking serious. “Evan! What are you doing here?” She put down the computer and hugged him like she hadn’t seen him in years. Tom pouted “You never hug me like that!”. Alice stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Shut up dad!”. She was now sat on Evan’s lap, that was looking at her with sparkling eyes and a smile. Tom rolled his eyes. “Ugh, young people nowadays”.~

Part Three

[hoefortomhoelland]

mob!tom and you just had a baby. he was in a meeting and you were kinda scared to bring the baby into a room full of mobsters but you did anyway. as soon as you did he went full dad!tom mode and his men were like: ???

You watched your son as he wriggled and giggled on his back. His hands were reaching up in an attempt to grab one of the dangling animals that were hanging above him. His feet kicked at the plush pay-mat - one out of several that Tom insisted you should buy. 

Your son began to grow impatient as he wanted his Daddy. You tried to rub his stomach over his cream coloured onesie. However, he began to let out small whines. 

“Alright, love.” You cooed as you scooped your hands under his back, placing one hand behind his head and the other rubbing his chubby back. You grabbed the dummy that at on the coffee table, rubbed it on your shirt and then slid it into his mouth. His hands grabbed your shirt, pulling it down so your chest was slightly revealed. “No, baby.” You giggled. 

As you walked around the house, you tried pointing out the pictures that hung on the wall or tried to hand him things that he could play with. Every-time you’d hand him an object, he’d play with it for ten seconds at the most before almost dropping it. 

“I think that’s enough.” You sighed before giving his forehead millions of soft kisses. Giggles erupted from his lips as he enjoyed the attention you gave him. 

After a few minutes of playing with your seven-month-old, your decided that you’d give him a tour of upstairs. Your eyes immediately landed on the two large doors at the end of the hallway. That was where Tom’s office was and where he was currently having his meeting. Your son’s hands reached out, making grabbing motions at the doors. He was desperate to see daddy. 

You pressed an ear against the door and listened intently to see if there were any arguments. You checked in case if it would scare your baby but he seemed pretty excited anyway.

Your hand landed on the doorknob and you twisted it, opening the door. 

“I don’t think you fucking understand.” Tom yelled until he realised that you had entered the room. The room immediately grew silent as ten pairs of eyes landed on you. “My two favourite people!” He grinned before making your way over. 

“I think little-one was desperate to see his daddy.” You smiled. 

Tom took your son into his hands. He seemed tiny compared to Tom’s hand. Your son’s head dropped onto Tom’s shoulder as soon as he came in contact with his dad. The pair of them made their way over to the seat the mobster was in initially. 

“Darling, come sit with me.” Tom pulled a seat out next to him where you could sit. The men sat around the table raised their eyebrows as they watched Tom bounce his son on his knee. Nobody ever saw this side of Tom - apart from his family. 

“One, two, three!” He smiled as he spread his legs slightly so his son could fall between the gap slightly before pulling him up again and sitting him up again. His men attempted to continue the meeting despite Tom not listening in even the slightest. All he was paying attention to was the giggles that came from his son’s mouth. 

Taglist: @delicately-written

[delicately-written]

hey darling, could you maybe do a Mob! Tom Holland x Reader, where him and his family are threatening this one guy and the reader joins for the first time and turns out, shes scarier and tougher then any mob leader combined but shes the biggest sweetheart out!! xx

Hey love! 

“I’m going to ask you one more time… where is the money!”

Even with shut doors, and a flight of stairs, Y/N could still hear the yelling and stomping portrayed from the room next door. But then again, she expected nothing less. Because with the muffled screams radiating off each wall, Y/N had found herself feeling no sympathy for the man who had almost memorized each wall of Tom’s gloomy office. 

It wasn’t the first time he had been there, nor was it the first time he had heard the yelling of Tom’s voice. But the man simply wasn’t obeying Tom’s orders, even with each warnings and second chance given to him. And although Tom had constantly denied it, he was only getting more tired and frustrated. Tired of how long it was taking to finish the simple task, and frustrated in the man’s cooperation in complying with his orders. So with the sound of Tom’s irritated groan, Y/N found herself closing her book and making her way to his office. She portrayed no remorse, only anger. And maybe that was shown clearly as she walked down the large carpeted halls, because she found people moving out of her way. No one had seen her in this state, no one had seen outside her sweet and kind personality. Not even Tom.

“I t-told you, I don’t h-have it yet!”

“Mhm, and that’s what you said last time, and the ti-” Tom found himself scoffing at the sound of his office door opening, but seeing who it was, he found his lips twitching into a small curve.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” You would have noticed his instant change in demeanor, but you were to blind with rage to even look at anyone else but the man tied to a chair.

“how dare you come into this business, knowing full well of the punishing results you may receive when you do not obey, and yet you still keep Tom waiting, me waiting!” You yell at him, your face only inches away from his.

Although the man didn’t expect your company, his greedy smile and confident posture radiated confidence, even with your angry presence.

“Aw, what are you gonna do about it princess? Slap me? Kick me? I’m sure I can handle it either way,” He only smirks, his eyes showing a glimpse of mischief and pride.

“No, I’m going to do much worse…” Maybe it was your sudden burst of anger, or maybe it was the smug grin representing his face, because whatever it was had you sending punches to the man’s face.

Each punch only encouraged you further. The blood trickling down onto your knuckles tempting you to hit harder. His cry’s of pain a symphony to your ears whilst your punches flicked his head left and right. 

Your blood was pumping, your veins becoming more predominant on your arms. You knew your hands would be bruised by the time you were done, but you were sure that it was worth the effort and time.

Stepping back to view your masterpiece, you found yourself grinning at the detailed destruction you had managed to accomplish on his face. His mouth pouring with hot red liquid, his eyes inflating into purple balloons, and his cheeks turning different shades of your favorite colors. It was honestly beautiful. 

“You have…” checking your non-existent watch “about five hours to return the money” You smile, walking up to his lifeless figure and bobbing down to meet his eye level, “or you’ll have to deal with me”

Standing up, you turn around to face Tom’s shocked figure, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. 

“Was I too harsh?”

Sorry if this wasn’t as good as you thought it would be. It was my first time writing a Mob!Tom sooooo… sorry.

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MOB!TOM

I need more mob!tom in my damn life rn 😭

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Our life - t.h.

Prologue-

“Don’t you understand? I never wanted this! All I wanted was a normal life and you showed up out of nowhere Tom and how was I supposed to know I was going to fall in love with you?” the girl finally said the thing that has been on her mind for the past month since she was shown the real Tom.

And now here they were in his office, built up tension finally letting loose, he was towering over the short girl, her breath heavy and his face cold, void of any emotion.

“You knew what you were getting into darling, you didn’t complain until now, why is that, hm? No, I’m truly interested” his voice was low and soft but his words were anything but “tell me love, are you scared of me? Because if you are then I suppose I should just let you go and you could have your normal life back without me in it, no cold-hearted monster to scare you, right? You and your cop dad could go back to your perfect life, would you like that darling? You want me to let you go?” his tone was now a bit louder and almost mocking you, of course you didn’t want to go but you wanted some space, some time to think about your life right now and where it was going.

“Tom, I…” the girls answer was cut short as a tall dirty blonde man walked in panting “We have a problem Tom, James Wills is back”

Tom’s face immediately hardened and his eyes turned to a deep shade of dark brown that was burning with anger, it was the same kind of Tom you saw that night, he suddenly grabbed your hand “Alright princess our conversation in not over, not yet, I’ll be back but for now go to your room and lock the door, alright? Can you do that for me?” the girl nodded not trusting her own voice, her bare feet padded away down the corridor to her and Tom’s bedroom, she walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it, only then did she notice the tears on her cheeks, stepping away from the door she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, but then a black gloved hand was placed over her mouth and her sight went black. -hello everyone, this is something ive been wanting to write for a while so, give me some feedback it would be much appreciated!  Hope you enjoy- s x