Summary: When Tom decides to run back to you after realizing he can’t find anyone else to satisfy him the way you did, you aren’t as forgiving as he thought you would be
Pairing: Sub!Mob!tom x Mob!reader
Warning: SMUT 18+
Word count: 1400
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You couldn’t help but smirk as you looked at the man who sat in the chair across from you. A false look of dominance on his face as he tried his best to keep his composure in front of his men. “Thomas Stanley Holland” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “ya know I really expected this. Especially after what I’ve been hearing about you”
“Boy out of the room” He demanded, without hesitation the boys moved out of the room leaving you two alone. “And what exactly have you heard?”
“Oh not much, to some people it might be considered a great thing” You got up from your chair and walked towards him, leaning back against your desk and you stared down at him, “The infamous mobster fucks his girlfriend so good every night that she can’t help but scream his name”
Tom couldn’t keep eye contact, suddenly finding the thread on the chair more interesting than whatever it was you were about to say. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. His brown eyes stared at you, filled with anger and lust. “But I know the real you and I know that you wouldn’t be here if you were truly getting what you want”
Tom pulled his face from your grip, “you have no idea what you’re talking about”
“oh but I do” You mockingly pouted at him as you got up from your desk. Letting out a deep breath you began to circle around Tom’s chair, watching as his grip on the arm rest got tired, he was holding back from you, all he needed was a little push. You smiled leaning down til your lips were centimeters from his ear.
“why don’t you tell me all about it” You whispered in his ear, “tell me, does she fuck you like I do? Does she do all the things I used to do?”
Tom’s breath hitched unsure if he should talk. You chuckle, as you made your way back to the front of him, leaning down til your face is inches from his, “she doesn’t, does she? I bet every time she touches you, you can’t help but think about me”
A small whimper escaped Tom’s mouth, the sound making you wet. You smiled knowing he was so close to losing it, “I bet you go home every night and try to get her to do the things I used to do to you” You watched as Tom bit his lip, “But she can’t. And why is that?”
“Because she’s not you” Tom whimpered as he began to squirm in his seat. You didn’t even have to look down to know he was hard.
“That’s right, she’s not me and she’ll never be able to touch you the way that I did, why is that?”
Tom remained silent, still stubborn to answer. You let out an annoyed breath, your fingers trailing through his hair to lightly pull it so he could look up at you, “why is that?”
“Because only you can make me feel that good” He whined. You chuckled, “that’s right, no one else can make you feel as good as I do. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You want me to make you feel good”
Tom nodded, the anger from his eyes fading into full blown need, “please”
“You know I hated when you left” You stood up straight, letting out a deep breath as you stared down at the man in front of you, “because I knew when you inevitably came back you’d forget everything I taught you”
“But Mis-” Tom began but was shut up when you placed your finger to his mouth. You opened the drawer in your desk that held the handcuffs you kept for times like this. “Hands behind your back”
“But-”
“Don’t make me ask twice, now do as I say or I’ll leave you with nothing”
Tom did as you said, placing his hand behind him and waited for further instructions. You quickly placed him in handcuffs, giving it a soft tug to test the resistance, “now I don’t think you’re desperate enough, so you’re going to sit there watching me touch myself and maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll consider treating you”
You took off your skirt throwing it across the room before slowly taking off your black lace thong. Tom whimpered as his eyes landed on your glistening cunt. You sat on the desk, legs spread as you tossed the underwear at Tom, enjoying the way that he groaned when it landed on his lap.
His eyes never left your pussy as you began to circle your clit occasionally fingering yourself, “oh baby if only you could feel me, I’m so wet” You moaned as your fingers moved faster against your clit chasing your orgasm. Tom's breath was heavy as he watching your walls clench around your fingers, wishing it was his cock. He knew you were close from the way your hip bucked into your hand. He licked his lips wishing he could taste you.
"Please" he begged, "please let me touch you. I want a taste, please miss"
You came with a loud moan, your cum gathering on your fingers, "you want a taste baby" you taunted him, holding your fingers to his face but pulling back before he could put them in his mouth, "too bad"
Tom whined as he watched you insert your fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking your cum off your fingers.
"Stop whining or I'll keep you locked to that chair and make you watch me fuck someone else" you picked up your underwear and shoved them into his mouth, enjoying the muffled groans that left his gagged mouth.
You repeated this 3 more times watching as he became more and more desperate for your touch. His moans became louds and incoherent as he begged.
"What do you want" you said as you pulled your saliva underwear out his mouth, smiling as you watched his spit trail down his chin
"Please miss," he cried out, "I'll be a good boy, can I please taste you?" You looked down at the weeping man in front of you, his erection painfully throbbing in his pants, you sighed, sticking your fingers in his mouth.
Tom closed his eyes, savoring the taste of your cum covered fingers as his tongue swirled around them. He let out a pathetic whine when you removed them from his mouth but moaned as you kissed him roughly, your tongue exploring his mouth.
You quickly pulled away, bending down to unzip his pants and pull his swollen cock out. It was throbbing in your hand, the tip red and dripping with pre cum. Tom let out a loud moan as your thumb circled the tip, spreading the pre cum all over.
"Are you gonna be my good boy and let me cum on your cock"
"Yes please yes I'll be your good boy" tears were forming in his eyes as you straddled his lap and rubbed the tip against your wet folds. Without warning you sank down on his cock, a loud moan escaping both your mouths. You wasted no time bouncing on his cock watching as he struggled against the handcuffs. He wanted to touch you but you wouldn't allow it, not after all the bullshit he put you through.
One hand rested on his neck, squeezing it hard as the other rubbed circles on your clit. You were close, after making yourself cum 4 times your pussy was so sensitive. “Fuck baby cum for me, I want you to fill me up like a good boy” You moaned as you came for the 5th time that night. Tom didn’t need to be told twice as he came in you, his teeth biting down on your shoulder to muffle the loud scream that left his mouth.
You quickly hopped off his lap, moving to undo the handcuffs, Tom sat in the chair waiting for you to say something. You smiled at his fucked out expression, “I was serious when I said it hurt when you left. So next time you think about leaving just know I won’t take you back so easily”
“Yes, miss,” He said, trying to catch his breath.
You smiled, “good, now go home and think about ways to make it up to me”
Author note: Who else is the mom of their friend group? By the way, who can hear my California accent in my typing? Lol. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.
Chapter 9: Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting
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Every part of Rosie was recovering, except her broken heart. She had tried to call Henry a few times. It was weird how someone could be such a big part of her life one moment and the next he was a ghost.
Rosie wasn’t the only thing broken in the Holland household. You and Tom were going through a rough patch. Neither of you had spoken to each other for longer than 5 minutes, Tom was still sleeping in the guest room and he refused to come clean. Still letting you believe he cheated on you.
Mornings before school hadn’t been the same. Tom would try to hide the fact he was sleeping in the guest room before the kids came down but it was no use.
“Dad, did you sleep in there?” Parker asked as he saw the unmade bed in the guest room.
“Yeah, no need to worry, your mom and I are fine,” Tom reassured his son. Tom was lying to his son and himself. He didn’t know how to fix this. He had really fucked up.
You had started to become a ghost. Nobody would see you for most of the day. It baffled you that after countless years of marriage, Tom could be so careless. You were aware of his moral code and felt that you never needed about infidelity.
One night Parker and Rosie had devised a plan, almost like a parent trap. They set up a nice candlelight dinner in garden. It was a picture perfect date night only if Tom and you weren’t fighting. Rosie and Parker tasked themselves for both sneaking you out there, knowing if you knew Tom would be there you’d probably throw something at him.
“Surprise!” shouted both Parker and Rosie as you removed you hands from your eyes.
“Oh, how beautiful. Yay, I get to have dinner with my kids,” you exclaimed.
“Actually, we aren’t joining you,” Rosie said as Tom came out of the shadows.
“I am your date tonight and always,” Tom said.
“Kids, this is sweet and all but, I’m just going to go lay down. I suddenly have a headache,” you explained, not ready to face Tom.
“Y/N will you please talk to me,” Tom begged.
“Why don’t you go talk to your fucking mistress, Tom.”
“Who? I never cheated on you,” Tom asserted, confused he thought you were mad about Henry and Rosie.
“Save it Tom. Parker overheard you on the phone meeting her at the Savoy.”
“What? Oh you mean, Jazz?”
“I’m surprised there’s only one.”
“Don’t fucking do that. She was my informant. She’s dead now.”
“What and that’s supposed to make feel better?”
“Y/N, just listen to me.”
“Is this your way of getting back at me? For Rosie and Henry? Not telling you? Cause I can’t believe you’d do such a thing.”
“Y/N, just sit down and have dinner with me. Please,” Tom exclaimed, you could hear the desperation in his voice.
“No. Good night everyone. Tom, hope the couch is comfortable,” you said, walking away.
“Sorry dad, we tried. What happened between you two anyway?” Rosie said, looking at the ground lowly.
“It’s alright. I loved the gesture. So what are we having?” Tom said, as he pulled out the chair and sat down all ready for this wonderful meal.
“Oh, you’re still going to eat without mom?” Parker asked.
“Hell yeah, don’t want all this food to go to waste,” Tom remarked.
“Oh, ok. I was going to go and do homework,” Rosie said.
“You go, Roo. I’ll stay will dad,” Parker announced.
“Parker, I have to make sure you know I never cheated on mom,” Tom said, trying reassure his son.
“Dad, I know what I saw… But if you say you didn’t, I believe you. You are a man of your word. I was sorry to hear about Jazz too.”
“Thank you.”
Tom was stuck. How could he make it up to you, if you wouldn’t as much as look at him? With all the worries concerning Rosie, he had forgotten of a trip he planned for you and him awhile ago. It was the annual trip to Barcelona to facilitate the company’s exportations, you’d always tag along. It was your one romantic vacation with your husband, but this time Tom had tainted it with his betrayal and lies.
This trip was going to be the longest time you and him had been together in a week. Your main focus had been Rosie, then Parker and then yourself and lastly patching things up with Tom. You had both argued in the past but, Tom hasn’t been in the doghouse since you were pregnant with the twins. Even then, it wasn’t the doghouse, he was just giving you space because of how uncomfortable pregnancy was making you.
You didn’t like being apart from him. He was your husband, your better half. This separation was killing you as much it was killing him. Rosie had recuperated but, lately you had been having nightmares of losing your children. It killed you, every time you would see one of them fighting for lives in a hospital or dark alley. You always knew the dangers of the mob so you understood Parker will just learn to be more careful but Rosie’s car accident was merely an accident. Not a ploy orchestrated by a rival mob, it was an accident. How could you protect your kids all the time if there was no one to blame?
Even when Tom would come home battered and bruised, your world would stop turning. He was your world, he was everything. Everything you had was because of him, especially your kids. Anytime when someone threatened to take Tom away from you, you would just break. It is hard to imagine a world without him.
This time is different though, you are begging him to give you space. You understand the insaneness of mind, you want him to explain but you won’t give him the chance to talk to you. Maybe being on the trip together will force you to acknowledge him.
It was a typical morning, you and Tom were supposed to leave in a few hours for Barcelona.
“Kids, grandma and grandpa are going to stay with you while we are away,” you said.
“Your mom and I have some a business to attend to in Barcelona,” interjected Tom.
“Why? What’s in Barcelona?” Rosie questioned, she was aware of your annoyance with Tom, everyone was.
“That’s grown up stuff, sweetie. Maybe a second honeymoon.” Tom said as you rolled your eyes.
“Since when do we need babysitting?” Parker piped up.
“Since you guys have proven that you can’t be left alone, grandma and grandpa are here to babysit you to make sure you don’t throw any parties,” you explained as a look of regret etched itself onto Parker’s face.
“Aren’t you and dad fighting?” Rosie queried.
“At the moment we are just disagreeing on a few things. This is purely business, ok?” You exclaimed, your last statement directed at Tom.
“I love you both so much. Be good for grandma and grandpa,” you grinned, kissing both of their foreheads before you left. And with that your vacation to hell started. Why were you and Tom fighting, is it because no one wants to admit they're wrong? Only god knows. Deep down you hoped this trip would bring you two back together.
Parker drove Rosie to school that morning, she had been going for only two days since the accident. She had yet to run into Henry. Rosie didn’t know how she would act. How could she see the boy who broke her heart everyday?
Rosie met up with her two school friends Jenna and Brooke. They had been friends since 5th grade but, their relationship mostly stopped at school. Once in a while they would hangout outside of school or have a sleepover. Rosie’s real best friend was Henry. He was the one she would share good news with or funny memes. Nobody at school really knew about the accident, a few people noticed she wasn’t there but it wasn’t like when Charlotte died. Rosie wasn’t as popular as Charlotte and she didn’t need to be, high school hierarchies are overrated anyway.
“So where were you for like a week?” Brooke asked.
“Oh, umm… I was… skiing,” Rosie answered, debating if she tell her friends the truth. Knowing only rumors would circulate because of it.
“Oh. Parker was here. I thought it’d be a family trip.” Jenna remarked.
“What’s with your obsession with my brother?” Rosie questioned. She knew of Jenna’s school-girl crush on Parker, it started back in grade school.
“Nothing, he’s just.. insanely hot,” Jenna responded, drifty into a trance. Possibly imaging his dreamy brown eyes.
“Ew, Jen. That’s my brother” Rosie exclaimed, trying not to gag.
“Whatever. So how’s it going with you and Henry?” Jenna persisted.
“We broke up.”
“Oh, Rosie. I’m so sorry,” Brooke and Jenna said at the same time, trying to comfort Rosie.
“It’s ok. It’s not like I loved him or anything we were only dating for like two months” Rosie responded, trying not to cry. RING the bell sounded
“Oh, that’s the bell. I’ll see you guys after class,” Rosie said, waving goodbye. She quickly turned to walk to her algebra class but something or someone stopped her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should watch where I’m going,” she said as she picked up her fallen books. Still oblivious to the person standing before her.
“It’s quite alright, Roo,” Henry spoke.
“Henry… I-I gotta go” Rosie mumbled, surprised he was standing in front of her. Oh, what she’d do to get to hold that boy once more. But he’s the one who broke up with her. He left her. Why is she letting a stupid boy bring her to tears?
Because he’s not some stupid boy. He’s Henry. The boy who made sure to always bring her Hershey kisses when her period would come around. The lovable best friend who made her feel loved and wanted.
Rosie needed that almost as much as she needed air to breathe. She was ready to forgive him in that moment if he would take her back. Only if he wanted her back.
“Please, can I talk with you?” Henry asked.
“No, I have nothing to say to you and don’t want to hear what you have to say,” she muttered, walking away and not turning back.
Rosie quickly rounded the corner and slammed her back against the wall. Sliding down to where her knees were in her chest, trying to hide her tear stricken face. Parker was on his way to bathroom when he saw her, sitting on the ground in the deserted hallway.
“Rosie, what’s wrong?” Parker asked, seeing her tears.
“I just saw Henry,” Rosie said with her voice cracking.
“Hey, why don’t we go get some coffee. I’ll let you be basic this one time and order an iced caramel macchiato. Come on my treat.”
“What about school?” Rosie sniffled.
“I guarantee you they won’t miss us. Let’s go home. They’ll understand.”
“Ok, but I’m getting the largest size they have,” Rosie asserted.
“Alright, Roo,” Parker said, chuckling while he helped her up. Parker felt like a bad brother lately. The last nice words he said to her was when she was in her coma and most likely couldn’t hear him. He was taking a play from Tom, when Tom knows he screwed up he showers you with gifts. This was Parker’s version of that, taking Rosie to get some coffee and maybe a cupcake.
Later at home, Dom and Nikki were already there. Parker was kind of annoyed he had to be babysat but in your and Tom’s defense, he did throw a party that last time you were out of town.
“Grandma! Grandpa!” Called out Rosie as she came through the door. Rosie will always be a kid at heart with a fiery passion.
“Oh, there’s my flower and my peanut,” Nikki returned. Those were her pet names for Parker and Rosie. “Peanut” because even though Parker was older he was slightly smaller than Rosie when he was born. And “flower” because of her name.
“What are you guys doing home?” Asked Nikki.
“Oh, umm they let us out early,” Parker remarked quickly, not trying to raise any further questions.
“Did you ditch?” Dom questioned.
“Uh, yeah. Don’t tell mom and dad, please,” Rosie mumbled.
“Alright, only because now I get to spend more time with my kiddos,” Nikki exclaimed.
Nikki and Dom were definitely more prevalent in the twins lives when they were younger. When Tom had just taken over the mob, Nikki and Dom would spend every hour of the day with Rosie and Parker. Always taking them to the park, museums or plays. You think that is where Rosie got her love for theatre from. You also had an influence in that, you’re kind of a sucker for show tunes.
Their role in the twins lives fizzled out over the years. Nikki and Dom who are now both retired, traveled more than anything. But their place in Parker and Rosies’ heart remained the same.
They all decided to order pizza for dinner, something quick and easy. And none of them wanted to be formal so they ate on the couch and watched The Sound of Music. It was Rosie’s turn to pick, so of course it was a musical.
They were all about to turn in for the night when Nikki called for her husband. She didn’t say honey, darling or love or his full name, Dominic. She called out his nickname, Dom.
“Dom, did you lock the door?” Nikki called out.
“Yes, sweetheart. Now, kids make sure you brush your teeth. Good night everyone,” Dom said as he made his way to the guest room.
That was it, a three letter name Nikki had called Dominic. Parker’s mind flooded with thoughts from the night he overheard you and Tom talking in his office. “No, Dom. He arranged the hit,” those words replaying in his head. If it was his grandfather who gave up his location, why was he betraying Tom?
Parker was a bright kid but, not one for connecting the dots. The last couple weeks of his life had been devoted to get back at Tom. He knew working for Wilson would give Tom a heart attack right on the spot. But, it was never Tom who arranged the hit or had his men pull the trigger. It was his grandfather, Dom Holland.
He knew Dom’s full name, Dominic, but never made that connection. How stupid could he be? Never in a million years would he think someone who he looked up to, could inadvertently brought so much destruction to his life. Dom was someone Parker trusted. How could Dom be so devious and betray his own grandson?
Parker didn’t just lose Charlotte that night, he lost his innocence. That was the first time Parker actually thought he was going to die. He felt like he was dying, being beaten up to within an inch of his life. Parker was just realizing the gravity of what he had done in a desperate attempt to make Tom pay. Parker was doing the same thing to Tom, Dom did to him.
Parker was entrusted by his dad, given the skills to kill and yet he had been betraying him. Taking out all his men and Jazz. “Oh, Jazz” Parker thought, he even said sorry to Tom for her death. What could Parker do now? This whole time he believed he was killing for sake of mercy but in truth it was for sport.
Parker had to confront Dom, he needed to know the truth. So that’s exactly what he did, but waited till morning breakfast.
“So, how’s working for your dad going?” Dom inquired with his mouth stuffed with bacon and eggs.
“Fine. Things have been put on hold with Rosie’s accident and all,” Parker replied, his feelings were conflicted. He didn’t know who to believe.
“That’s it? I want details.”
“Have you had your first kill yet? How’d it feel?” Dom pestered on.
“Yeah. I’m only doing this to avenge my girlfriend, Charlotte. She was killed a few months ago,” Parker said, trying to get Dom to fall into his trap.
“Yeah, I heard about that. I bet it was sad. Well, you are here now, that’s all that matters. You’re truly a part of the family,” Dom said, raising his glass of orange juice to toast.
“I know you used to work for the mob, so could you maybe help me find her killer. Well I already found the guy and gave him a few licks, but I want the guy who orchestrated the hit,” Parker exclaimed.
“I don’t know, kid. I’d stop looking if I were you. Seems like this guy covers his tracks.”
“I know it was you. I know you were the one who gave up my location. I’m not going to hit you or anything but, I need to know why,” Parker said, his voice completely changing its tone.
“Think of it as an encouragement. You needed something to get your foot in the door of the mob and she was it.”
“God, this fucking family. It’s so twisted. News flash grandpa, I’m the fucking traitor. I’ve been working for Angus Wilson. I’m the one taking out all of Tom’s men,” Parker screamed.
“What? Why would you do that?” Dom questioned, growing more furious by the minute. How could Tom raise a traitor?
“Because I thought it was Tom who called for the hit on me and Charlotte. Then I find out it’s you,” Parker bellowed.
“Parker, calm down.”
“A little part of me died the night she died. Don’t you get that? I was a normal kid and now I’m a mobster.”
“You were never a normal kid. You were always going to be the next Holland to run the mob.”
“I NEVER WANTED TO BE! I never wanted to be part of the mob. Now once my dad finds out I killed his men and Jazz, I’m dead. And once Wilson finds out I’m quitting I’m dead,” Parker screamed.
“Tom, won’t hurt you. I promise. Can’t say the same about Wilson. But I can help you, Parker. When Tom gets back we will talk to him together ok?” Dom assured only to be returned with a nod from Parker.
Parker had his chance to kill the man who got his girlfriend killed and his grandpa in cold blood, but didn’t take it. Parker didn’t want anymore blood on his hands. Having Dom on his side was Parker’s only possible way out from Tom’s thumb. Dom could’ve killed Parker right then and there too. But both of them had fucked up. Both their actions had already cost too many lives. So they joined forces, hoping Tom wouldn’t react the same when he got back.
It was the weekend and Rosie was looking forward to just relaxing all day and doing nothing. Maybe a puzzle with Nikki or watching another movie. Seeing Henry at school really set her back in her getting over him process. The first few days she wallowed. Not at home but in a hospital bed. She cried and cried until she couldn’t cry anymore and you were there to comfort her.
Once she came home from the hospital she wallowed some more. Watching romantic comedies with you in your room as you both ate tubs of ice cream. You wouldn’t let yourself show it but you were heartbroken about Tom’s supposed infidelity.
Next, Rosie cleaned out anything that reminded her of Henry. The outfit she wore on their first date was trashed. Along with a teddy bear he had given her when she sprained her ankle in the 3rd grade. Also the silver H and R necklace that he had given her. She couldn’t bring herself to throw it away, so she gave it to Parker. She said “I don’t care what you do with it. I just don’t want it anymore.” Parker took the necklace, totally planning to give it back to her once things blew over.
Now Rosie was finally accepting her breakup. The process of getting over a relationship is similar to the 5 stages of grief. She barely bargained, if he didn’t want to be with her she wasn’t going to beg him to take her back. Rosie knew her worth. Denial didn’t really affect her either, she was mostly confused that he broke up with her straight out of her coma.
That left her with anger. God, she was so angry. What kind of jackass breaks up with someone once they’ve been in a coma? Seriously, like what the fuck? Also depression which never really goes away. She will always be sad, that he pulled the plug on their relationship. Lastly, acceptance. Rosie had accepted it but, will never understood what happened.
All the Henry sightings, started to put her back at square one. I didn’t help when Henry came to the house.
“Henry, what the fuck are you doing here?” Parker asked as opened the door to his somewhat estranged best friend.
“I heard your parents are out of town. Can I talk to Rosie?” Henry pleaded.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you. But, she did give me this, to give to you.” Parker said holding out the one thing that symbolized their love for one another, her necklace. Henry, just took the necklace and walked away. He felt so awful inside.
“Who was that?” Rosie asked, standing behind him.
“No one,” Parker responded.
“It was Henry, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I told him you didn’t want to see him”
“Thanks,” Rosie mumbled, in truth she wanted to see him and talk to him but it was too hard.
“Of course, Roo,” Parker replied.
“Oh, not you too. I hate that nickname,” Rosie remarked.
“Why it reminds me of a baby kangaroo,” Parker joked.
“Exactly. That’s the reason why. It’s for a baby and sounds like kangaroo,” Rosie explained.
“Whatever. Mom and I like it so, too bad.” Parker said.
“Hey, I need to talk to you.” Rosie interjected.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Parker responded.
“Why are you sneaking out? I can hear you from outside my window.”
“Oh, I just… I go to the library,” he said, hesitantly.
“At 10:30 at night?” Rosie was skeptical of his remark.
“Yeah, I have a study group that only… meets at night.”
“Parker, I have seriously never seen you study. I can’t believe you won’t tell me where you are going every week. Do you remember what keeping secrets has done to this family? Mom and dad might get divorced!” Rosie exclaimed.
“Roo, you know that won’t happen. If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it a secret,” Parker only trying to comfort Rosie. He was scared to that you and Tom won’t work it out, you’d never fought in the past.
“Ok… Is it some girl?”
“No, I did something really stupid Roo. It was all part of my plan to get back at dad.”
“Why? What did dad do?” Rosie questioned, very concerned.
“Nothing. I’m the idiot here. I got myself hired by dad’s rival mob and I’ve been the traitor dad is looking for,” Parker said, scared of what this mistake will cost.
“Oh my god, Parker. What the fuck are you going to do?”
“I don’t know but Dom said he’d help me… I mean grandpa.”
“Okay… You know if you need anything, I’m always here.”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks for not telling anyone,” Parker thanked.
“Of course, you’re my twin brother. Almost an exact copy of my DNA, if I can’t have your back then what’s the point,” Rosie said, awarding a chuckle from Parker.
Parker’s days of living a double life were fleeting. You and Tom were set to return today. After a hopefully decent holiday. Parker was just glad Dom would be there to hold Tom back. Parker knows how enraged Tom can get.
T-minus 3 hours til he had to face Tom. Only 2 more class periods standing between him and involuntary rage. Parker and Rosie were in their English class when the loud speaker sounded.
“Will Parker and Rosie Holland please report to the principal’s office. I repeat, Parker and Rosie Holland please report to the principal’s office.”
They swiftly made their way out of their classroom. Dumbfounded to why they were called in the first place. Neither Parker nor Rosie had done anything bad in quite sometime.
“Uncle Harry? Uncle Sam? What are you two doing here?” Rosie questioned. Opening the door to the principal talking to their uncles, Harry and Sam Holland.
“Wait… you haven’t seen the news?” asked Harry.
“No. Why? What’s going on?” Parker speculated. The office admin had turned their small TV to channel 4 for the latest update.
“BREAKING NEWS. A Holland Exportation and Luxuries helicopter has just gone missing. The private helicopter departed from Barcelona this morning. I’m getting word that both Tom Holland, CEO of Holland Exportation and Luxuries, and his wife, Y/N Holland, were on the helicopter. There is no sign of the helicopter, we will continue to update you as this story unfolds,” announced the news anchor.
The room turned dead silent. Tears managed to escape from Rosie’s eyes and Parker pulled her into his arms. Trying to comfort her the best he can, even when he was a mess. The two people that were constant in their lives, their parents, were missing. Nothing was more important, except finding you and Tom.
What happens when soulmates and mobs collide? An already messed up world combined with the idea of a person set to be perfect for you, something is bound to go wrong. When soulmates are brought into the world of the three most powerful mobs in London, what will happen? This is all bound for destruction, but love appears in the most ironic ways sometimes.
If you’re still taking requests lovely, mob! Tom knowing that it’s his last day with the reader and he spends all day with her loving her and trying to remember her. And she wonders why he’s being so affectionate. I love your writing!
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Edit: as I’m writing this I’m on the verge of tears wtf this is so sad to write
“Good morning, angel.” You heard Tom coo at the door of your bedroom. Your eyes fluttered open as you groaned, sitting up.
You noticed that in his hands sat a tray of your favourite breakfast. Eyes widening, they flickered from the food to the door.
“If it’s our anniversary today, I’m gonna admit now that I forgot and I’m sorry-“
Tom chuckled and shook his head as he sat down beside you. “No, darling. I just felt like giving you breakfast in bed.”
He placed it on your lap and you beamed at the delicacy. It was a small stack of pancakes alongside waffles, some fruit and juice.
“It looks delicious, baby. Thank you.” You grinned at him.
The breakfast was as good as it looked and obviously you thanked him over and over again.
“Alright, I’m gonna have a shower and leave you to work.” You said as you got up. His hand landed on your shoulder, squeezing softly.
“Actually... I’m not working today.”
“You’re not?” You sat back down on the bed as you allowed Tom to caress your cheek.
“Nope, so we can spend the whole day together.” He kissed your forehead and began to walk out of the room. “Get dressed, I’m taking you out.” Tom winked before leaving the room.
You made your way to your walk in closet and began to look through your things before noticing a small rose gold gift box sat in the middle of the room. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked around before approaching the box and kneeling down, opening the lid.
Inside were a pair of diamond earrings and a necklace that made your heart stop. You couldn’t help but grin as you read the small note that Tom had left you.
‘I tried to find something beautiful for you to wear, but somehow you always outshine it. All my love - Tom.’
You gasped as you placed the note down, giggling as you hooked your fingers around the necklace and pulled it up to your neck, wearing it proudly as well as the earrings.
After showering and getting ready, you made your way downstairs, calling Tom’s name.
“Tommy? Are you down here, baby?”
You hopped down the last step and looked around curiously to see if you could see him. As you made your way to the kitchen, you saw a large bouquet of flowers and a note sat on the table.
‘I went out to get a few supplies for our day together. Enjoy the gorgeous bouquet that I left for the most gorgeous girl on earth.’
Your heart fluttered again as you smelled the sweet scent of the flowers.
“What’s his problem today? What have I done?” You chuckled to yourself under your breath.
Around half an hour later, Tom came back with three shopping bags.
“I bought some stuff that I thought that we could have for a picnic? If you wanted to have one?” He asked as he set the bags down.
“Of course? That sounds lovely.”
“Great.” He replied as he smiled at you and kissed your cheek. “And I also bought some snacks and movies and face masks that we could use tonight? We could have a movie night.”
“Face masks? On Tom Holland?” You giggled and he nodded seriously. “I’d love to do all of this!”
Once the fun day had began to end, Tom watched you lovingly as you rested your head on his chest. There were food wrappers surrounding your bed, empty face mask packets on the floor, the bouquet of flowers on your bedside table. The day was simply perfect. You guys had a wonderful walk and picnic together at your favourite spot. You had a bubble bath together and watched movies together (making love a few times). Overall, it was a day you would never forget.
“Y/N?” Tom whispered over the movie that was playing on the tv.
“Yes, baby?” You whispered back.
“I love you so much.” He sat up so he could get a better look at you. “I can’t thank you enough for making these past eight years together so perfect.”
He looked away as tears formed in his eyes, knowing that this would be the last time he’d see you.
“I love you too, Thomas. I’ve enjoyed these years and I can’t wait for the upcoming years.”
It broke his heart knowing that you’re planning for the upcoming years together.
He softly kissed your lips, stroking your cheeks.
“I just love everything about you. How soft your skin is, your calming eyes and loving lips. The way you love me and cared for me.” He hugged you tightly. “I wish I could have done more for you.”
“You have, Tom! You’ve done so much for me.” You reminded him.
“Just know that I truly do love you and I always will.” He brought you into his arms and hugged you close to his chest until you fell asleep eventually to him rubbing your back.
Once he knew that you were asleep, he let the tears spill. He cried softly knowing that he’d never see the love of his life, knowing that he sacrificed himself just for you to live safely from the mafias.
“By the time you wake up, Y/N, I won’t be here. But I hope you know that I do love you immensely and I would do anything to stay with you.” He sighed as he kissed your head, refusing to fall asleep just so he could look at you the whole night.
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.
Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment
Pairing: sub!Mob!Tom x Mob!reader
Warning: SMUT
Word count: 1419
Masterlist
Rules Rules Rules
Tom knew them very well. He'd memorized all the rules you had and for as long as he could remember he always tried to follow them. But of course today Tom didn't want to listen
For the past 3 days you've been doing nothing but edging him. It started when you woke him up by bouncing on his incredibly hard cock, his hands sleepily gripped your hips as tired moans escaped him lips, "just like that baby, you feel so good"
You smiled, watching as his face became flustered, "you wanna cum baby?"
"Can I? Please" he whimpered, his hips slightly bucking up into you. You opened your mouth to reply but was quickly interrupted by the sound of Tom's ringtone
He moved to grab the phone watching as Harrison's name flashed on the screen, "Don't you dare answer that phone" your hips sped up as your fingers moved to rub your clit
"I'm sorry I have to" Tom groaned as he answered the phone. Your eye widened slightly, surprised at how easily he chose to not listen to you.
You pussy tightened around him as you felt your orgasm grow near. Tom's eyes rolled back as he struggled to listen to whatever Harrison was trying to say, your hand moved around his throat, "you can't cum until you hang up"
His jaw dropped as it became almost painful to hold back from cumming, "please miss I wanna cum" he whispered, pulling the phone away from his face slightly
"Hang up" you said with a stern voice. Tom didn’t listen, instead his hips thrusted into yours chasing his high. He came inside you as Harrison finished talking about whatever it was that needed Tom's attention. The look on your face, Tom knew he fucked up. Ignoring an important rule and choosing to cum without your permission. "Harrison I'll deal with it when I get there, bye" he hung up the phone, tossing it in the bed before looking at you
"I'm sorry" he looked at you with doe eyes hoping you'd take it easy on him. Silently you lifted yourself from his lap and walked to the bathroom. Ignoring his plea for forgiveness
The next three days were torturous punishment as you edged Tom any chance you got. The endless denied orgasms were driving him insane and he was convinced if he didn't cum soon he would explode.
He knew that if he asked nicely you say no so he waited until you left the house to run errands. Maybe breaking another rule wasn't smart but he was too needy to care at this point. Rushing toward the bedroom he opened the drawer where the lube was kept. Quickly he pulled down his pants and began working his fist up and down his cock using his other hand to gently squeeze his balls.
Tom whimpered at how good it felt as his hips moved to fuck his fist. It felt so good he didn't even notice you hand came back into the house. You watched from the doorway as Tom's fist sped up getting closer and closer to sweet release.
"Don't you dare" you voice was smooth but startled Tom.
Tears rolled down his reddened cheeks as he was denied yet other orgasm, "please mistress I can't take it anymore I need to cum"
The desperation in his voice made you smile, "and you think breaking another rule is going to convince me to give you permission"
"Please Please Please" he repeated, unable to do anything other than beg. You pouted at his needy form. Leaning down you place a small kiss on his cheek, "Go get your belt"
Without hesitation he walked to his closet grabbing the belt that was dedicated specifically for the activities in the bedroom. When he walked back into the room your dress had been discarded, and you were standing by the full length mirror.
Handing you the belt, he did as he was trained to do and fell to his knees waiting for you to tell him what to do. You smiled, kissing his forehead before moving to wrap the belt around his neck, not tight enough to constrict his breathing but tight enough to move him with a small tug. "Take off your underwear then kneel and face the mirror"
Doing as he was told he discarded his underwear before taking his place in front of the mirror, "what do you say to make me stop"
"Black" he said, staring at you through the glass.
You smiled looking down at him, "You're just so desperate to cum aren't you" You teased. A loud moan leaves his mouth as you tug on the belt, the leather press against his throat making him impossibly hard, "start touching yourself baby, watch how desperate you look as you make yourself cum"
You had to be honest, watching Tom jerk himself off knowing you had control over his every move really turned you on. "You look so good baby, such a good boy for me aren't you" You stroked his arm, bending down to kiss along his neck.
Tom whimpered, "can you touch me please?"
You shook your head, "no baby you wanted to touch yourself so now you can make yourself cum"
He whined, thumb rubbing the tip of his cock to spread his precum, "I'm sorry miss I'll be a good boy"
Seeing him like this set a fire in you. Outside the bedroom everyone knew him to be such a powerful man but inside the bedroom you controlled his every move. You could get drunk off the power you had over him.
"I'm gonna cum" He asked, moving his head to look at you. You pulled the belt, "I told you to look at yourself, stop moving your head"
You watched his muscles tense as he came in his hand. His breathing becoming heavy as he hand slowly stroked his cock. You smiled, "did you enjoy that baby?"
He nodded, still trying to catch his breath. Your eyes darkened as a smirk moved across your face, "good but I didn't tell you to stop"
His brows furrowed, "what"
You chuckled as his cluelessness, "this is still a punishment baby," you hand moved to stroke his cheek "you stop cumming when I tell you to"
A loud groan leaves his mouth as you grab his hand and lead him back to his hardened cock, "Come on baby or this is gonna last a lot longer than it needs to"
Tom ends up cumming 4 more times before he's thrashing on the floor, the slightest touch has him overstimulated and cumming in his hand. "Please I can't cum anymore" tears flow from his eyes
You pull on the belt forcing his head to look at you, "one more baby, I know a good boy like you can do it" you gently stroke his hair as you move to straddle his lap. After watching him cum repeatedly you were on edge, your pussy was absolutely soaked and throbbing in need of attention
You began moving up and down on his cock slowly, knowing he was extremely sensitive. A soft tug of the belt forced Tom's face forward into your breast. He was quick to understand what you wanted, sucking roughly on one nipple as his hand squeeze and pulled the other
"Such a good boy" you moaned as you clit nudged against his skin with every bounce, "who do you belong to?"
"You mistress" Tom said through a moan before turning his attention back to your tits
"That's right, you belong to me. I control every part of you" You pussy tightened around him as you felt your orgasm grow close, "if you ever think about breaking my rules again I won't let you cum for a month"
Tom moaned loudly as his hands gripped your hips, "fuck I'm gonna cum"
"Cum with me baby, be a good boy and fill your mistress up"
You both came, your bodies falling into one another for support. Quietness settled throughout the room as you moved to rub Tom's head, quickly taking off the belt and tossing it aside. "You did such a good job baby, I'm so proud of you" You littered his face with kisses and you let him tirelessly catch him breath.
He look up at you, big brown eyes meeting yours, "I love you"
"I love you too" you smiled giving him a quick kiss on the lips, "I'll go run a bath"
-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield
-Warnings: Language, Blood, Car accident, hospital scenes/talk, small talk of religion (sorry it just felt right for the story), angst, fighting, typos
-Words: 5.6K
Author note: Sorry for the shit writing, it was so hard to write the car accident. Tried to make it as medically accurate as possible. Most knowledge derived from Grey’s Anatomy/WebMD. Sorry this chapter is long. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Every message I've received is so sweet thank you all.
*Anytime 3 dots/ellipses (…) its a sob/breath and a moment of reflection during dialogue.
Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships
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Sirens, flashing lights and screams were the only thing Henry remembered. It all happened so fast. One minute Henry and Rosie were laughing together getting lost in each other’s eyes and the next they were both unconscious awaiting their death.
There was no time for Henry to react in anyway. No swerves or movements were made to prevent the impact. A maroon truck had collided Roise’s side, jolting her entire body. Her door was dented beyond belief.
From the forceful impact caused their car skid on the pavement, wearing the paint job away, and crash into the street pole. Henry’s entire body screamed out in pain, his injuries weren’t as bad as Rosie’s though.
“Rosie? Rosie! Rosie!!” Henry called out, desperately wanting to hear her lovely voice. Panic and heartbreak ensued when he saw blood dripping down the side of her head.
Rosie wasn’t moving. How could she be full of life one minute and the next, not? Henry reached over and placed two fingers below her jaw searching for a pulse. He felt he was able to breathe once her felt her few and far between heartbeats, it was faint but it was still there.
“Darling, wake up. Rosie, wake up! Open your eyes for me.”
Henry could feel himself fading by the moment. He used his last breaths to tell the girl he loved he was sorry. Her life was hanging by a thread and in that moment Henry was utterly useless. Praying that she would wake and he would get to hold her again, as everything faded to black.
It had to be about 15 minutes. 15 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. 15 minutes that Henry and Rosie had been unconscious for. 15 minutes of complete stillness, as everyone outside the vehicle panicked. The witness had called 911 multiple times and the other driver was unconscious at his wheel.
After those brutal and possible life ending minutes, help finally arrived. They pulled Henry from the wreck, putting him on a gurney.
“Sir, can you hear me?” called out the paramedic.
“Yes. My girlfriend, help her please,” Henry was pleading for his life. How could he be so careless, it was only an accident?
“Sir, just lay back. Let us take care of you,” the paramedic uttered, putting her hand on his shoulder to hold him down.
“No. I need to make sure she is okay.”
“Sir, you need to restrain yourself. The other paramedics have got her.”
“ROSIE! Just please let me know if she is okay,” screamed Henry.
“Sedate him please. I’ll go check on the girl,” said the paramedic. Henry faded into a deep sleep a moment later.
“Hey, how’s the girl? Her boyfriend won’t stop asking,” asked the paramedic to the one attending to Rosie.
“Unresponsive. She has head trauma and a pulse, thank god,” he murmured. Henry was sent along with Rosie to Kingston Memorial hospital. The hospital was 20 mins away, so much can happen in that time.
Everyone else was sleeping soundly within the walls of the Holland Manor. It started to become a common theme that phone calls in the middle of the night usually meant someone was hurt. This time it was Harrison calling.
“Haz? It’s so late why are you calling?” You asked, jolting awake.
“There’s been an accident and Tom didn’t answer when I called. It’s Rosie and Henry. It sounded bad, Y/N.”
“Oh my god. I’ll see you there,” you responded, barely forming the words as tears started to fall.
“TOM WAKE UP!” you screamed, shaking him awake.
“What?… I’m up. I’m up.”
“There’s been accident.” No more words were said, they just hopped in the car and drove as fast as possible. Tom knuckles grew white clutching around the steering wheel. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a world with his Rosie in it. Harrison was already there, pacing in the waiting room.
“Haz. Where is she?” you said, tears begging to fall.
“I don’t know they won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” Harrison answered.
“Fuck that, you are our family. How’s Henry?” Tom exclaimed.
“He’s ok. Just a minor concussion and dislocated shoulder, he’s in there right now. They are putting his shoulder back in its socket. He was really lucky but, I am worried about Rosie.” Haz said, just as a doctor dressed in surgical scrubs approached them.
“Are you here for Rosie Holland?” asked the doctor, Tom just nodded in response.
“Mr. and Mrs. Holland, I presume,” continued the doctor
“Yes, that’s us,” Tom replied, clasping your hand in his. He tried to put on a brave face for his wife. You couldn’t both be a mess.
“Ok, Rosie is still in surgery. With extensive injuries like hers we like to keep the family updated as much as possible. Your daughter was the nearest point of impact. She came in with a puncture wound to the abdomen, a severe concussion, massive internal bleeding, many cuts caused by broken glass and severe trauma to her head.”
“Will she be okay?” you asked, accidentally interrupting the doctor.
“Let him finish darling,” Tom said, his grip on her hand tightening.
“It is still too early to know. I have to get back.”
“Alright Doctor, thank you,” Tom acknowledged. You just fell into Tom’s arms, letting all the tears you were holding back fall. You broke into a fit of sobs in his embrace.
“Tom, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. She’s our baby,” you whimpered, your tears staining his t-shirt
“Shh, darling. She’ll pull through. Remember she is just like her strong mother.”Tom whispered, rubbing a soothing hand over your back.
“Have you gotten in touch with Parker?” Asked Tom as he continued to comfort you.
“No, I’ve been trying. Leaving message after message… Why fuck isn’t he picking up?” yelled Haz. Just then, Henry had walked up, sporting a cloth sling His heart nearly broke as he saw you crying your eyes out buried in Tom’s arms.
“No. No, no, no. Don’t tell me she didn’t make it.” Henry cried as his knees started to buckle at the thought of losing Rosie.
“Henry no, she’s still in surgery. Hey, come here.” Harrison said trying to calm down his son.
“Henry, what the happened?” Tom asked, scared for his daughters life.
“What were you doing with Rosie anyway? It’s late.” Tom questioned again after Henry stood silent, growing louder.
“Hey, Tom. Back off,” Harrison said, standing in front of Tom.
“No. I want to know the reason why my daughter is in there fighting for her god damm life.” Tom screamed. Henry was like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t lie his way out of this one. His eyes just shifted between Tom, you and his dad.
“A truck hit Rosie’s side when I was driving, I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Henry cried, barely able to get the words out.
“Son, we know it was an accident. It wasn’t your fault,” Harrison said, comforting Henry.
“Where? Where were you guys?” Tom pestered on.
“Umm, we were on our way back from… from a date. We are dating.” Henry muttered, his eyes glued to the floor.
“What? Y/N did you know about this?” Tom asked, ready to throw hands.
“Yes, Tom,” you murmured, avoiding Tom’s disappointed glare.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tom screeched.
“And for you. Who the fuck said you could date my daughter?” Tom bellowed, pointing his finger at the poor boy.
“I did kind of give them permission by keeping their secret. In your own time frame though you were supposed to ask Tom,” you muttered, bouncing between Henry and Tom.
“Wait. For how long? For how fucking long?” Tom cursed.
“2 months.” Henry whispered.
“2 months. 2 fucking months. You were lying to me?” Tom screamed, he was livid at you.
“I don’t want you dating her,” Tom growled with an unchanging expression.
“I’m sorry, sir. What?” Henry asked, dumbfounded by Tom’s response.
“Tom, what?” Haz faltered.
“Tom don’t do this, he is a good kid,” you begged.
“Break up with my daughter or there will be hell to pay,” Tom declared and with that he walked away.
“Tom, you can’t do that to them,” you yelled after Tom.
“Really Y/N watch me” Tom said, ignoring his family. His heart had been broken too many times tonight. First when he heard about the accident, another when he had learned of Rosie’s injuries and another when he found out that you had been lying to him. His mind needed to be on one person right now, Rosie.
Tom managed to cool off, but immediately changed the subject anytime you would start to apologize. He didn’t have the energy to focus or listen, all he cared about was Rosie. Parker had showed up 10 mins later, he was off doing god knows what.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Tom yelled, as he saw Parker come through the sliding doors.
“Sorry. I just got your message. Is she okay?” Parker explained.
“We don’t know she is still in surgery,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears.
“What I went out for a bit and shut my phone off. What’s the big deal?” Parker asked.
“The big deal is that I didn’t know where you were. I couldn’t get in touch you. Rosie was in a car accident and I couldn’t call you,” screamed Tom, still angry from the conversation that just perspired
“He’s ok. Haz is with him right now, they went to get some coffee,” you informed him.
“Are you okay, mom?” Parker asked, remembering the conversation they had the night before.
“I’ve been better. Just glad you are here,” you said, bringing him into a warm embrace. As they all stood together as a family, Rosie’s doctor came to update them.
“She is out of surgery and stable. Her heart did stop and we were able to resuscitate her, she’s in the ICU now…”
“Can we see her?” Tom asked, interrupting the doctor. A huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his baby girl was going to be okay.
“Yes, but you need to know something. Her brain started to swell in surgery so we had to put her in a medically induced coma to bring down the swelling. We don’t know when she will wake up or if she will at all,” explained the doctor.
All the Hollands stood like statues, unable to process the news. You felt as though you had been punched in the stomach, you wouldn’t be able to handle losing your baby girl.
Minutes, hours and days had melded together. It had been 6 days since the accident and Rosie was still the same, laying unconscious in a hospital bed hooked up to various machines. All of you stayed at the hospital expect for Harrison and Henry. Harrison was running the mob for Tom, for the time being.
You refused to leave her side, spending every waking and sleeping hour right beside her. Seeing your daughter like this was killing you. You weren’t getting any sleep and your hair started thinning.
Rosie looked pale and lifeless, the only thing guaranteeing she was alive was the incessant heart monitor. Her bruises had started to heal, changing from a vibrant purple to an opaque yellow. Everyone prayed she would wake up.
Henry tried to visit everyday but Tom wouldn’t allow it. He was still furious his daughter was dating him and everyone else knew about it except him. Tom’s heart ached for Rosie to wake up and be his funny, sassy, brave girl once again. Tom, however couldn’t stand how the waiting was making you feel.
“Darling. Wake up!” Tom whispered, gently shaking you.
“What? Did something happen? Is Rosie ok?” You exasperated, jolting out of your sleep and trying to catch your breath.
“No, she’s fine. It has just been a while since you had gone home and cleaned up. It might do you some good, baby,” Tom pleaded.
“Tom, I can’t leave her,” you whispered.
“Y/N, it’s ok. Let me take you home and Parker will be here in case anything were to happen,” Tom explained.
You were hesitant at first but eventually agreed, it had been awhile since you had showered or had a decent meal. Living off of the same sweatshirt and hospital cafeteria snacks for the past couple days. All your energy had been put into watching Rosie.
While Tom took you home, Parker was tasked with watching his sister. As kids they were both active and had gotten hurt, only most ever being a broken bone, never a life or death situation. Not only was Rosie Parker’s sister, but she was his twin.
His built in best friend. There had never been a time where he didn’t know her, maybe the first 5 mins of his life, but Rosie soon followed. Sure they fought and argued like all siblings do, but they couldn’t imagine their life without each other. He needed her sarcastic comments and infectious laughter to brighten his day. He needed her warm, slightly awkward hugs and her bitchy attitude once in a while. Parker didn’t know what he’d do without her.
“Rosie, I don’t know if you can hear me but mom is a mess, dad has barely said to word and everyone just needs you to wake up. I need you to wake up…. We all do, especially Henry,” Parker whispered.
“God, he secretly loves you. He hasn’t had the balls to tell you yet, but if that it is what you need to wake up, then do it….Let that be it…. That he loves you, Rosie…. He loves you.”
“I know what it is like to lose someone you love. Charlotte didn’t have a choice, but you do. You can fight and come back to us…. Come back to Henry. He needs you. He calls me every night asking if you had woken up yet. Dad banned him from visiting the hospital. Really fucked that one up didn’t you Roo…. You should’ve told him about you and Henry, but that’s beside the point…. The point is let today or tomorrow or next week be the day I tell him you did…. Just promise me you will wake up ok. I know I don’t say it often but I love you.” Parker got everything he needed to say off his chest. Tears had managed to escape from his eyes as he held her hand. Henry was standing in the doorway, when Parker poured his heart out.
“Hey mate. Mind if I have a minute with my girl?” Henry spoke.
“Not at all. Perfect timing, my parents just left,” Parker said, getting up from his crouched position.
“Yeah, I know. I was parked in the parking lot, waiting for them to leave.”
“How much of that did you hear?”
“Oh, none. None what so ever.”
“So practically all of it?” Parker said in response.
“Yeah,” Henry just nodded along.
“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Parker said as left the room.
Now it was just Henry and Rosie.
Tom had forbidden Henry from seeing her, he hasn’t even gotten to hold her hand. Henry tried to hold back tears as he saw the girl he loved looking half-dead. Her skin had lost its color and her necklace, the one he had given her, was stained with blood sitting in a bag on her bedside.
“Hey Roo. I’ve missed you…. Life hasn’t been the same these past few days. I’ve missed all your good night and good morning texts and your smile.” Henry started.
“Everyone wants you to wake up. They need you to wake up. Can you just open your eyes and flash that smile for me? I need it and I need you…. Rosie,… here it goes,… I love you. I couldn’t stand the thought of you never knowing I love you. So there it is, I love you.”
“I love everything about you…. Your eyes, your laugh, even that weird snort you do. I love you and that has to be enough. It has to be enough for you to wake up and come back to me…. Don’t just do it for me, do it for Parker and your dad and your mom. They have all been losing their minds without you.”
“Rosie, please baby. I love you and that has to be enough,” Henry concluded as tears streaked his face. He moved to press a chaste kiss to her forehead when all of a sudden machines starting going off and beeping left and right.
“Rosie? Rosie stay with me!” Henry didn’t know what was happening. All he knew as that she was still alive and prayed to god he wouldn’t hear her flatlining.
Rosie’s body started to jerk and shake, involuntary. The room filled with nurses and doctors, rolling Rosie on to her side. Her muscles spasming everywhere.
“Sir, you need to leave,” said the nurse, prying Henry away from Rosie.
“No, please let me stay with her,” Henry cried, refusing to avert his eyes from Rosie.
“You need to leave. Let us help her.”
Henry stood crying, peering through the glass doors at the love his life slipping before his very eyes. Her seizure only lasted about 8 minutes but, minutes bleed to hours as tears refused to stop.
“Henry? What happened?” Parker said, running up to Henry crouched on the floor with his knees to his chest and head buried.
“I don’t know. They forced me to leave. Her body started shaking violently, I don’t know what happened,” Henry sniffled, titling his head up. His eyes were beet red and his face was riddled with tears. Parker just stood there dumbfounded. He only left for 10 minutes to get some water. How could so much go wrong in that time.
“Young man, are your parents here,” asked the doctor as everyone came out of Rosie’s room.
“No, they went home to grab some things. Why?… Is she dead?” Parker questioning, pulling at the roots of his hair.
“No, she’s alive, but we can’t share any further information till they get here,” explained the doctor. Parker just nodded in response and Henry was able to breath again, exhaling the breath he was unaware he was holding.
Parker was about to make the call he dreaded. This was the entire reason you refused to leave, in case anything were to happen.
“Parker, what’s up. Is Rosie okay?” Tom said as he answered the Parker’s call.
“Dad, no, you need to get to the hospital. Something happened with Rosie but, they won’t tell me anything,” Parker said, his voice wavering.
“Oh my god, I’ll be right there,” Tom said, hanging up the phone. He had been refusing the chance to break down, he felt as though he had to be strong for everyone else.
“Y/N! Y/N!!” Tom screamed through the house. The one time Tom tries to do something good everything gets screwed up.
“Tom, what?” You exclaimed, startled by his screams
“Something happened with Rosie,” Tom said, a fews tears dripped down his face.
“What? No. No, no, no. I wasn’t there. I’m her mom and I wasn’t there. Why the fuck did you make me leave?” You cried, feeling like a terrible mother. You never should’ve left.
“I’m sorry. Be mad at me later, let’s just go,” Tom said, grabbing his car keys.
Tom’s reckless driving was not the problem at the moment, you just need to be there for Rosie. At the hospital, Tom barely parked properly before they were running through the halls. He came upon Parker in the waiting room, looking disheveled as fuck. His eyes were puffy eyes and hair stood up, he could tell his son was tugging on it in frustration.
Tom needed something to take his mind off Rosie. He needed to punch something or beat someone up or even just take his angry out with words.
“Parker, what happened? Is she okay?” You said, scared for Rosie’s life.
“I don’t know. No one has come out of her room,” Parker explained and you just nodded in response, trying not to cry again.
“Parker, what the fuck is Henry doing in here?” Tom demanded.
“Umm,” Parker mumbled.
“I’m sorry sir, I needed to see her,” Henry said profusely, apologizing
“I don’t care what fuck you needed to do. You are the reason she is dying. You were the one driving,” Tom screamed.
“Tom it was an accident,” you said, trying to reassure yourself in the process.
“Y/N I don’t understand how you can take his side when he almost killed our baby girl.”
“Like, I said it was an accident!” you explained.
“Nurse! Nurse!” Tom yelled.
“Yes, sir. Do you need the doctor?” asked the nurse, worried someone was bleeding.
“No. I want to know who the fuck let this boy in here.” Tom thundered.
“I don’t know sir, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again,” she explained.
“Tom he can stay. If he is telling the truth about loving Rosie this concerns him as much as it concern us,” you said. This must be killing Henry like it was to you.
“No, he fucking can’t. Now get out, before I have you escorted out of here in a body bag,” Tom threatened.
“Alright, I’ll go. Just please, tell me if she wakes up,” Henry pleaded, slowly walking away. He wasn’t going to go home, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave, not when Rosie was still in that state.
They all saw the doctor come out of the room and quickly cornered him. A grim expression draped across his face created uneasiness in everyone.
“I’m Y/N Holland, I’m her mother. What happened? I just left for twenty minutes,” you asked, tears streaming down your face as you barged in the room.
“We put her on a ventilator, the seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to her brain,” the doctor said.
“I’m sorry, what? She had a seizure?” Tom said, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Yes. Her brain function has remained unchanged for several days now. In my expert opinion, her outlook isn’t very good. I would prepare yourselves. We can keep her comfortable if you would like or we can arrange her to be moved to a facility where she will possibly heal in the future,” explained the doctor.
“What are you saying? She’s brain dead?” asked Parker chiming in.
“It’s too still early to give a definitive diagnosis, but most likely, yes. I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, exiting the room. You wanted to die right in that moment. A piece of you died the second those words slipped out, you were inconsolable.
“Y/N. Baby, come here,” Tom whispered. Trying to reach out for you, his broken wife.
“Don’t fucking touch me. I should’ve never let you convince me to leave,” you cried.
The guilt was enormous for everything. You were the one who let Rosie and Henry date, without that they would have never been driving together. Never gotten in the accident, you couldn’t help but feel responsible.
It was always the same feeling, you felt walking into Rosie’s hospital room. The feeling of drowning or being burned alive. It’s indescribable. A feeling felt by those who lose their children. You put them on this earth and for them to leave it before you was wrong.
“Rosie, I’m so sorry I left baby. I’m here now and I’m never leaving,” you said, combing your hand through her brown locks.
“But its okay if you need to. It’s okay. I’ll be alright, we all will be…. You can let go…. I love you so much sweetheart, don’t every forget how much mommy loves you…. You can rest now,” you said, moving to Rosie’s side to take her hand in yours. Seeing Rosie like this was tearing you apart from the seems.
It wasn’t long before all tears had put you to sleep. Tom had covered you up with a blanket. You talked to Rosie as though she could hear you. Maybe she could, maybe not but, you definitely wished she could. Tom hadn’t had the chance to break down like you. You needed him to be the strong one, but he was human too.
“Rosie, it’s dad. Everyone besides me has gotten the chance to talk to you, so here it goes,” Tom started.
“I know your mother said that is was ok to leave, but it is not. You hear me. Don’t you dare leave…. Rosie, darling you need to fight. Fight whatever it is that will bring you back to us. You are so much stronger than you lead on baby.”
“I love you so much, please come back to us…. I don’t know if your mother can take losing you. Also that boy you secretly hid from me. Once you wake up you are grounded. I don’t know why you fell for that scruffy looking kid but he needs you, baby. We all do,” Tom concluded. There was no easy fix to this problem. He couldn’t go out and torture somebody or beat them til they broke. Not even money could fix this. He felt completely and utterly useless.Tom reached out to the only thing that could help his daughter, God.
“Hey, god above, I don’t really have a name for you. You are just the one who watches over people, you could be from any religion. I don’t know,” Tom said, clasping his hand together as he spoke to the heavens above.
“I know we don’t talk often and I’m sorry for that and I’m sorry for the despicable acts I’ve committed but I need you help…. My daughter needs your help. She was in a car accident and she hasn’t woken up yet. She’s so young, she has her entire life ahead of her and I want her to experience it all…. I’d really like to walk her down the aisle someday. Can you just bring her back to me? That’s all I ask, just bring her back.”
“Thank you. Shit, I’m believe I’m supposed to say amen and I’m sorry for cursing a second ago. Just remember what we talked about, do this for her not me. God knows I don’t deserve it,” Tom said, ending his plea to the god or gods above.
Tom couldn’t of imagined better timing, with his speech, Rosie’s fingers started to twitch in his hand.
“Y/N wake up?” Tom yelled.
“What, I’m up. Is she ok?” You asked, confused by his outburst.
“Better than ok, her hand moved,” Tom explained.
“Oh my god, really? Parker go get the doctor,” you said, moving towards Rosie.
“Rosie?” Tom said as she started to stir.
“Rosie, baby. I’m here” you said, holding her hand. Rosie eyes fluttered open as she choked on the intubation tube, which gave her oxygen.
“Shh, you’re ok. You were in a car accident with Henry. You’re ok,” you said, softly. The look on Rosie’s face broke your heart. She looked so confused and overwhelmed all you wanted to do was hold her and never let go. Yes, she was a teenager but she will always be your baby girl.
Parker quickly brought the doctor in and he conducted a neurological exam. He removed the tube down her throat, allowing her to breath normally.
“Rosie, you’re awake. Don’t try to talk, it will feel weird for a while. I can get you something for the pain. I’m going to have you do a few tests. Blink once for yes and twice for no, ok?” The doctor explained. Rosie followed his instructions and blinked once. You and Tom were holding each other, praying Rosie didn’t have any brain damage.
“Follow the light for me please. Good. Squeeze my hand. Good grip… These are all amazing signs. Everything looks good. No neurological deficits, but I still would like to get an MRI for her. In the meantime, just rest. It’s going to feel weird as your brain has basically been sleeping for a week,” the doctor concluded, leaving everyone alone to rejoice.
“Mom?” Rosie said, her voice extremely hoarse.
“Yeah, honey. Take it easy,” you said. Words couldn’t describe how you were feeling, you got your daughter back.
“Where’s Henry?” Rosie croaked out.
“He’s ok Rosie, I believe he is outside. Would you like to see him?” You asked, much to Tom’s dismay. Rosie just nodded in response, trying to make everything seem less hazy.
“Rosie,” Henry said with a biggest smile on his face. Nothing could bring this boy down from cloud 9, she was ok. The love of his life was ok.
“Hi,” she said with a half-smile. That’s all she could must her up with her energy.
“Thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Henry said, kissing her forehead.
“We will give you two a minute,” you said, pulling Tom and Parker out of the room. Tom was giving you a bunch of harsh glares, he knew what you were doing. However, he too ecstatic that Rosie was awake to be mad at Henry.
“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Henry asked concerned.
“I’m okay. Henry, I have to tell you something,” Rosie responded.
“I love you…. Walking up in the hospital bed just made me realize who cares if it’s too soon or if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to tell you. I love you,” Rosie declared. This was his chance, break her heart and walk away, she didn’t deserve to be here in a hospital bed. Tom was right, Henry knew what he had to do.
“Rosie, I think we should break up,” Henry said, already feeling like he made the biggest mistake of his life.
“What, why? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were happy. Just yesterday you said you were falling in love me. What the fuck happened?” Rosie faltered, confused by everything.
“Rosie, it’s just not working,” Henry exclaimed with the lamest excuse.
“Fine. Leave,” she said, trying to not let tears fall.
“Roo, we can still be friends.”
“Don’t fucking say that to me. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Rosie screamed.
“Rosie, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to say something else but was cut off.
“Just get the fuck out. I’m serious, FUCKING LEAVE!!” she thundered as he left. Henry felt like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.
“Henry? What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw Henry storm through the halls.
“Are you happy Tom? I did it,” Henry barked.
“Glad she’s awake. Y/N you should go in there, she needs you,” Henry exclaimed, before leaving for good this time.
“Tom, we need to talk about Rosie and Henry,” you said, furious at Tom and his decision to break them up.
“He’s gonna fucking break her heart and I won’t allow it,” Tom yelled.
“You can’t keep them apart and you already did that,” you said sternly, you couldn’t believe the nerve on your husband.
“Y/N end of fucking discussion. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We don’t keep secrets from each other. For fucks sake, how fucking stupid are you? Letting our daughter whore around with that kid, just like you did,” he vociferated.
“Whore around like I did? Really? Why don’t you look in the fucking mirror?” You screamed, zero fucks were given.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom barked.
“I know about you and Jazz.”
“What?”
“You went to a hotel and met her there. Tell me I’m wrong,” you interjected. Tom was too furious to explain his actions, he let you believe he cheated on you.
“Your silence answers my question,” you remarked, wanting to break down inside.
“Tom, just so you know you're sleeping on the couch tonight,” you said. You had your answer now. How could Tom do that to you. I didn’t matter in that moment all that mattered was consoling your daughter who Tom broke.
“Real fucking mature Y/N,” Tom yelled, as you walked away.
“Rosie?” You asked, knocking on her door.
“Mom… he broke up with me,” Rosie said as tears fell.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t know what I did wrong…. I swear to god if he met some other chick while I was in a coma.”
“No, nothing like that,” you said, trying to comfort your daughter. There is nothing like a first heartbreak.
“There has to be a reason. One minute I was in love with a boy who loved me back and now, I’m not.”
“Shh, it's okay,” you said, rubbing you hand down Rosie’s back as you pulled her into your arms. How could Henry actually do that to her and flee the scene like a coward. Parker managed to chase him down in the parking lot.
“What the fuck Henry?” Parker called after him
“I did it because I love her,” Henry exclaimed, continuing to walk away.
“Bullshit,” Parker yelled as he punched Henry square in the jaw.
“Owww.”
“I said, I’d fucking hurt you if you broke her heart.”
“Yeah, I know. It was still a shitty threat, but I deserved that.”
“I don’t understand what happened Henry. One minute you tell me you love her the next you don’t…. I don’t know if I will ever understand but you can’t come by the house for awhile,” Parker pleaded, wanting to know the truth.
“Alright. Just tell her I’m sorry mate.” Henry concluded, feeling like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.
Author note: I'm sorry for all those who love Rosie and Henry. Don't be afraid to call me a bitch for breaking your heart, my brother did when he read it. Also Tom is a literal asshole in this chapter.
I really can't wait for you guys to read the next ones, even if you don't ask for it. I will post hints for the next chapter with emojis because it's fun.
