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.

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cruel envy v.2

request: Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

a/n: because the first version of this flopped, i decided to change the point of view so it’s ‘you’ instead of her... hopefully that’s the change that’ll make this successful because i worked on this for like an afternoon or something :(

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

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

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’her’)

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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 you, and when he heard about your date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw you as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of you 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 you 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.

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

“What’s up, Tom?” You asked, concerned for your frozen friend.

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

“Sure,” you stood to the side, allowing him to step in. You closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” your 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,” you softly smiled, a blush rising on your cheeks.

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

Somehow, you 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 your 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!” You were 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,” your face turning red as you screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving you 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,” you said the word repulsively. You never liked to demean any other females, but you were furious. He never cared and neither did you, so why start now? Then, something hit you, “You’re jealous.”

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

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” You, 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,” you pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed your 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 your face.

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

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

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed your 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,” your 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,” you ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder, walking to your room to make yourself look presentable.

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

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

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

You blushed, hiding your face in your 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,” you 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 you and Harrison, 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,” you giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

intelligence

a/n: my first dramione fic !!! woo hoo,,, don’t attack me for shipping it, i just do... enjoy xx

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

warnings: fLUFF

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Hermione had gone to the library for leisure reading. She wandered into a dimly lit isle, looking for New Theory of Numerology by Lukas Karuzos. Her eyes scanned over the shelves of books, spotting the dark brown material with gold detailing. She grabbed the book and found a seat near the grand windows.

Draco walked into the library, not looking for anything in particular. As always, Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after him. He told the two to find a table while he went off to look for Advanced Potion-Making by Lubatius Borage.

Compared to his friends, Draco quite enjoyed learning, more so Potions. His grades were spectacular and he was very intelligent although he made it seem like he didn’t care about school.

Draco found the book in no time, seeing he would look for that book for majority of the time when he was at the library. He decided to take a longer route back to his table, not wanting to have to deal with Crabbe and Goyle. 

The two morons weren’t like Draco, knowledge wise. Their grades were below average, and even Draco believed that the two were going backwards instead of forward. He didn’t care much, though, they were only like henchmen to him.

As he strolled through the library, he saw the silhouette of a female with messy curls sitting alone near the windows. He recognized who it was immediately. Her hair was a big give away.

Draco didn’t know how, but he was suddenly standing in front of her.

“Granger,” he acknowledged.

She jumped in surprise, looking up to see the blonde, “Malfoy.”

“Mind if I sit here?” His arm rested on the chair across of her and she looked at him with questioning eyes.

Her brown eyes sparkled in the light as she looked at him. His eyes were an enchanting silver, but cold and sad.

Breaking her gaze, she looked around the library, expecting for something to come out at her, and simply stated, “It’s no going to work.”

“What’s going to work?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Whatever your plan is,” she looked around and loudly said, “you can come out now. I know you’re there.”

Nobody came out. She only received glares and shushes from other students.

“I don’t have a plan, Granger. I’m just asking for a seat,” Draco looked at her as if she were mental.

Still wary, she let him sit, but she constantly looked around her, staying alert the entire time.

“Why are you sitting with me?” 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’d like to sit with someone with at least a smidge of intelligence, and frankly, Crabbe and Goyle don’t fit the requirements,” he said, watching her hair messily swaying as her head turned.

Finally, she looked at him, “So you really don’t have a plan to mess my teeth up again?”

The image of her front two teeth growing to an abnormal length appeared in his thoughts and he chuckled slightly before replying, “No. Although, it was pretty funny.”

“Says the boy who became a ferret,” she snapped.

He grimaced at thought. Being dropped from such a height multiple times hurt his normal body as much as it did to his smaller one. 

Hermione noticed his reaction and immediately apologized, even though he deserved it. 

They sat in silence for a while, reading their books. They enjoyed the warmth coming from the other. Hermione had tied her hair into a messy ponytail, keeping the bushy locks out of her face. Draco noticed the change and admired her features, but quickly looked away shunning himself for doing so.

Once they finished their books, which didn’t take a much time, they awkwardly sat there, still not talking, but acknowledging the others presence. Draco was the first to start a conversation. They talked to each other, teasing each other occasionally. They learned more about the other person and started to warm up to them. 

“As much as I’d like to keep talking to you,” Draco stood from his seat, “we’ve should get back to our dormitories.” 

Neither of them had noticed they’d been talking for hours. The sun had already set and the library had already been emptied of students.

“Yeah,” she stood and grabbed her bag, “we should.”

“Would you like some company in putting your book back?” Draco offered, putting an arm out for her to grab.

She giggled, wrapping her arm around his, “What a gentleman.”

They took their time to get to the isles and place their books back. They didn’t want this to end.

“Hermione?” Her eyes fluttered up to his liquid silver orbs, “would you want to do this another time? Like meet up here and just talk?”

“I would love to, Draco,” his eyes light up and, to her surprise, he pulled her into a tight hug.

In the moments they were in each others arms, everything around them seemed to have disappeared and time stopped. She fit perfectly in between his arms. When they broke apart, they locked gazes, eyes filled with affection. They walked out of the library hand in hand and took one long glance at each other before parting their separate ways.

When Hermione turned the corner, she giggled, hugging herself. She could still feel the warmth from his body as his arms were wrapped around her. 

When Draco turned the corner, he leaned against the cold walls, sighing loudly. Her scent lingered on him and he inhaled, savoring it. He felt his insides tickle with content.

Both of them fell asleep that night, feeling contempt. Their dreams filled of fantasies of them being together.

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

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It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

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