Hello! Please Could You Write Something Where The Reader Accidentally Breaks Something Of Toms Like His

Hello! Please could you write something where the reader accidentally breaks something of Toms like his guitar or an award or something and gets really upset and worried that he’ll be mad but he’s not and he’s really soft and sweet 💔😭

irreplaceable

a/n: hello! so i’ve got a list of things i will be writing, so please be patient if you sent in a request... i’m working on a new fic every day because i don’t want to squeeze too much work into one day; these fics take me a while to write... anyways enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, accidental injuries, angst, fluff

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You were browsing through Tom’s room, letting your eyes take a break from staring at a screen for too long. Of course you’ve been living with him since the quarantine, but you never took the time to look deeply through his room, seeing as you were always preoccupied with work or other things like Tom. 

You walked over to the white shelf with many picture frames propped on top of it. Each one had a different picture of Tom, from when he was a baby to recent events. You picked up the crystal framed image. You examined him huddled with his family and Paddy standing in the front, all of them wearing their Brother’s Trust shirts. You admired how close together they looked. You loved your own family, but you couldn’t imagine having and being part of such an amazing family like Tom’s. 

You smiled to yourself, forgetting about the picture in your hand. Tom had brought you into the family. He had always been there for you and so were the rest of the Hollands. Nikki treated you as if you were her daughter-in-law, as well as Dom. The Holland brothers were very close with you, befriending you the moment you were introduced. You sighed, full of content.

“Y/N-” Harry burst into the room.

You dropped the picture in your hand, listening to the loud shatter as it made contact with the wooden floor. You fell to your knees, trying to save as much as you could. Luckily, the image itself wasn’t harmed, but the frame was completely demolished. You tried to retrieve the chunks of crystals and put them together but some pieces were missing that you couldn’t find.

“Oh my god! Y/N!” The twin rushed over to you, trying to pull you off the ground.

Unbeknownst to you, you were kneeling on shards of broken glass. The pain was numbed by the fear and guilt you were feeling. Tears ran down your face, and you let out a loud sob.

“It’s alright,” Harry cooed, stroking your back, “Look, I need you to get up. Your legs are covered in blood.”

You refused, tugging your arm away when he gently gripped it. Unconsciously, you slammed your hand back into the mess of glass, cutting your hand as well.

“We need to get you cleaned up. It’s only a picture,” he said, trying to calm you.

You finally spoke, “Bu-But the frame was made of crystals. It must’ve been so expensive,” through blurred vision, you could see the mess you made, “and look at this mess.”

You were utterly ashamed of yourself. For all you know, that frame could’ve costed hundreds of dollars. It must’ve meant loads to Tom.

“He’s going to be so mad,” you whispered shaking your head in shame.

“Who? Tom?” You nodded. “That’s complete nonsense. Tom would never. He’ll forgive you if you tell him it was an accident, which it was.”

You gave in to Harry’s pleads, letting him clean the mess for you while you went to take a hot bath to calm yourself down. Only when you looked in the mirror had you seen what a mess you became. Blood was dripping from your knees and palms, looking like you committed a murder. After the bath, you were able to collect yourself and prepare yourself to confess to Tom. Still afraid he would be mad, you put on a pair of Nike Pro shorts with your own shirt. Usually you wore his shirts, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Harry had cleaned the scene to be completely spotless, as if nothing had happened at all. If Tom didn’t notice the missing picture, you could probably get away with it, but it would cruel of you to keep this a secret from him.

“Hey, Tommy,” your voice was quiet and shaking.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He looked up from his paperwork, smiling at you.

“G-Good,” you were looking everywhere but at him.

“Love, you’re bleeding,” he rushed up from his seat to examine your knees. He hadn’t seen your hands as they were hidden behind your back.

“Oh, I forgot to patch them up,” you laughed nervously. You couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes, “I’ve gotta tell you something, Tommy.” He looked up at you, a frantic look on his face. You forced your tears back, “I-I broke your picture frame with the crystals!”

You expected him to burst and yell at you, telling you to get out, but instead, he furrowed his brows and sighed.

“That’s not important right now. You need to get these,” he tapped above your cuts, “wrapped up. I don’t want you to bleed out,” he rose from his kneeling stance, kissing you on your forehead.

“Are you not mad?” You asked, eyes shining with innocence.

“Of course not. Why would I be mad?”

“I broke your-” your breath hitched, “your frame,” you winced at the memory as it hurt you to say it.

“Darling, you are more important than a silly picture frame. I can get that replaced whenever I want. You, on the other hand, are irreplaceable,” he bopped your nose.

“Thank goodness,” you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He chuckled, stroking your back as you squeezed the air out of him.

“C’mon, darling, we’ve gotta get you fixed up, alright? Then you can have all the cuddles you want,” he pulled you off of him, lifting you bridal style back to his room.

“Mhm, and Tommy?” He looked at you, “My hands are also bleeding,” you lifted your hands, revealing your bloodied palms.

“We’ll fix those, too, love,” he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You saw Harry walk by and waved at him, smile radiating with happy energy. You might’ve waved too aggressively because blood flung from your palms and onto your clothes.

Tom chuckled at your adorableness, “And let’s change you into one of my shirts, hm?”

You nodded fervently like a child getting what they’ve been desiring for a while.

You had no idea how you ended with the fiercest mobster, yet softest boyfriend in the universe.

found these cute so send requests for them if you want !

an incomplete list of draco and hermione being idiots in love™ 

draco absentmindedly twirling hermione’s hair through his fingers while she leans her head on his shoulder

hermione unconsciously putting her feet on draco’s lap when he sits on the same couch as her

scorpius asking draco when he fell in love with mum and draco just replying with “she punched me in the face” (and is rewarded with a slap on the knee by hermione)

both of them having trouble sleeping in an empty bed while the other is away

hermione forcing draco (with threats) into mrs. weasley’s christmas sweater that she had made just for him 

draco not knowing how to react to a devastated hermione when crookshanks ends up passing from old age. however a month later she has a kitten thats plopped in her lap as draco walks by while she’s reading in her favorite chair

they are the epitome of embarrassing parents™ with scorpius 

“so you have a crush on me then granger” “draco we’ve been married for five years”

draco carrying hermione’s wand in his cloak pocket while she’s in a meeting 

blaise threatening to hex both of them at lunch if they don’t stop “giving each other those bloody snogging eyes” and “just let me finish my goddamn tea before you two idiots climb each other”

having ‘silent parent arguments’ across the table over if scorpius can have one more scoop of ice cream before bed

“call my husband a ferret again and see what happens” (ron visibly gulps and harry immediately quiets down)

reading/doing paperwork together in bed

hermione giving draco driving lessons (they make blaise come too, he sits in the back and glares at them)

hermione laughing in the doorway while watching a frustrated draco give baby scorpius a bath (who squeals while splashing draco in the face)

both leaving their jobs midday to have lunch together

while hermione is browsing in one of the shops in diagon alley, draco will sometimes wander off by himself and then come back with a gift for her (usually a book or a piece of jewelry)

draco lays his head in hermione’s lap while they tell each other about their worst memories and fears during the second war (these talks are extremely private)

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cruel envy v.1

a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’you’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of her, and when he heard about her date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw her as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of them to be fucking. 

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of her holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head. 

“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.

“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since her first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?” 

“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door. 

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

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hey guys! so recently, i haven’t been writing a lot and that’s because i’m having a small writers block and lack of imagination/ideas. please send in requests or ideas or prompts for me to write. thank you, love you guys so much 🖤

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pillow talk

a/n: i saw a couple of prompts and i thought “well that’s cute” and just yeeted them into the fic... enjoy xx

warnings: fluffy, late night convos with tommy, not explicitly sexual but there are sexual terms and insinuations

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You and Tom laid in bed holding one another, appreciating each other’s presence. A beam of light from the moon leaked through your curtains, shining over the two of you. Everything around you was still, no sounds erupting out of thin air. 

Tom shifted beside you, turning his head to get a better view of you. Neither one of you could sleep, though none of you knew why. Your arm and leg was draped over his body while your head rested on his arm. 

“You’re really comfortable,” you said, breaking the silence, “and you smell good.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, darling, but I think you smell divine.” His arm moved under you to stroke your hair, “How is your hair so soft? Are you using like a bajillion pumps of conditioner every day?”

“I just have naturally soft hair, thank you very much,” you sassed jokingly.

“Of course you do,” he sighed, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Yup, I don’t know why, though.”

“Neither can I. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you,” he confessed.

“Thanks for making me seem like a bad girlfriend,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re not a bad girlfriend, love. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world,” he saw a satisfied smile light up your face, “Happy now?”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him closer to you. The warmth of his body radiated off him. You shuddered when a soft breeze hit your back and pressed further onto Tom.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckled, feeling blood rush into his lower regions.

“You’re so warm,” you put your cheek against his warm chest.

As you laid with your body pressed against his, you felt something hard touching your lower core. 

You gasped, “Tommy!”

He mimicked you, “Y/N!”

“Your just like a teenager going through puberty,” you giggled.

“It’s not my fault,” he defended, “You’re the one pushing against me, and I can’t control myself around you.”

“Well I’m not helping you with your little issue, so you may escort yourself to the bathroom or suffer,” you said simply, still clutching onto his warmth.

“Little? I’ll have you know I’m a good 8 inches,” he stated.

“Ew, go away,” you whined, “I don’t want to hear about your dick. Just do what you gotta do or don’t.”

“I guess I’ll just stay here and rub my “little” issue against you,” he shrugged.

Giggling, you pushed him away, “Stop. Go get rid of it.”

He groaned, “Why won’t you help me now? You’re always eager to hop on it.”

“Go,” you blushed.

He joined you back in the bed after about 10 minutes, looking sweaty and flustered.

“Enjoy yourself in there?” You teased.

“I sure did, darling. Felt so good letting my load out,” he sighed, “You should’ve seen the amount, you would’ve jumped to swallow it.”

You smacked his arm, blushing furiously.

“I’m starting to feel tired. Maybe I just needed to get off. Luckily I have my lovely girlfriend to give me quality advice,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not tired, though,” you complained.

“Trying getting off, it really works.”

“No, Tommy, I want you to sing,” you whined.

“But I don’t like to sing,” he argued.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow,” you bargained.

“Fuck. Fine, but I won’t sing for long. Enjoy while you can,” he obliged.

Mumbling a small ‘yay,’ you neatly tucked yourself under the covers and snuggled into Tom. He began softly singing Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Not long after, the two of you fell asleep, limbs tangled together.