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Tom Voze X Reader Cute Caring Prompt with brief angst and a happy and hopeful ending

!TW: Implied suffering from an illness, implied suffering from depression, unintentional self-harm/self-violence, mention of wound (not particularly detailed), anxiety, mention of drugs/medicine (antibiotics), mention of mental institution/mental hospital, mention of mental episodes, mention of traumatic experience, suicidal thoughts/hint of wanting to die!

This is a different adaptation of this character

“You really need to rest, Y/n,” Tom stated when he found you out of bed again, “let yourself heal after the day you’ve had. Why are you even out of bed right now?”

“I just - I don’t want to be stuck in bed,” you whined, and Tom sighed heavily, shaking his head as he began to lead you back up the stairs, intending to get you back into bed so you could get some more rest.

“That’s not a reason, Y/n,” he claimed, “that’s an excuse.” You groaned, but decided to give in to him, knowing that you protesting against him would get you nowhere.

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“The more you talk, the weirder this gets,” Tom remarked; you were exhausted, but trying to act as if you weren’t, resulting in you messing up your sentences which you were trying to make clear and lively. “Come on, you need sleep,” he concluded, and you groaned, shaking your head, but he wouldn’t listen to your protests, guiding you back up the stairs.

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“How could you hide this from me, Y/n!?” Tom shouted, a hurt look on his face; he’d just found out that you’d apparently hurt yourself during one of your episodes, and had been hiding it from him.

“It’s really nothing for you to be so worried about, Tom,” you claimed, your voice barely audible; you hadn’t intended to worry him like this.

“Nothing for me to be worried about!?” Tom exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes, before you turned your head away. “But, Y/n, that wound could easily get infected, you need antibiotics,” he stated, trying to calm himself down as he needed to think.

“I wish you’d just put me into a mental institution,” you murmured, and Tom’s train of thought faltered. “I’m a burden on you,” you mused, and Tom shook his head quickly whilst he felt his heart sinking.

“I could never do that to you, Y/n,” he responded, “I love you too much, and I can’t imagine having to live without you. You’re my soulmate.” You shook your head gravely, your eyes clouding over with tears. “This isn’t your fault, none of what happens during your episodes is,” he added, “you can’t control yourself, the only factors to blame are your father, and how you had a traumatic experience as a kid.”

“You should leave my wound to bleed out,” you continued despite what he had just told you, and Tom shook his head.

“Well I’m not going to,” he replied, “I’m always going to be there when you really need me to patch you up.” Tom then called for Mrs. Moranne, the maid in the house, to bring the medical kit to him so he could tend to your wound.

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“I know how to keep a secret,” you whined when Tom left Valerie’s room after talking quietly with her, and he smiled softly when he noticed the look on your face.

“I know you do,” Tom reassured you, lifting his hand to your cheek, “but this is a secret about your birthday coming up, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise I have for you.”

You realised, and a soft smile began to play on your lips. “Tom,” you gushed, “I told you you didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.”

“And I told you I would never not do anything for my princesses’ birthday,” he reminded you, and you couldn’t hold your excitement back as you pressed your lips against his, smiling widely against them.

“I love you so much, Tom,” you expressed, before you threw your arms around him.

“I love you even more, Y/n,” he returned, before he returned the hug, lifting his hand to stroke your hair as he knew you liked it whenever he did it.

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Tom Voze X Reader Angst and comfort prompt

!TW: Trauma episodes, anxiety, mention of knife, word ‘murderer’, mention of nightmare, mention of abuse and alleged murder, implied alcohol addiction, violence, mention of word ‘stabbed’ and blood stain!

This is a different adaptation of this character

Tom would be concerned when he found you crying in the bedroom, and he rushed over to you, assuming that you’d had an episode and were trying to recover from it. Tom crouched down in front of you, pulling you into a hug. “Hey, hey, hey,” he spoke quickly and quietly as you struggled against him, sobbing uncontrollably, “it’s me.”

You relaxed visibly, glancing up at him through glistening, sore eyes. “Tom?” You whispered shakily, placing your hand on his cheek, before you moved it to his hair, feeling the need to check that it was really him. “Tom,” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Tom rubbed your back to comfort you, wishing he could do more to help you. “I’m here,” he added gently, a pained expression on his face as he listened to you crying quietly and sniffling. “You should get some rest, Y/n,” he stated, and you nodded, placing your hand in his when he offered you it to help you to your feet. Tom guided you to the bed, and lifted the cover for you so you could climb into the space, and when Tom thought you were settled, he draped the cover back over you. Tom got changed quickly before he joined you; you didn’t like to be alone for too long.

You would be relieved when Tom came out of the bathroom; you had been thinking that you were hearing things outside, and you were getting scared. “Tom!” You exclaimed, shuffling closer to him, before you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“What happened?” Tom inquired, and you hesitantly let go of him, shuffling backwards so he could get into bed with you.

“Nothing,” you answered, “I - I just heard some things outside, and-..”

Tom frowned, holding you close to him. “There’s nothing out there that will hurt you, Y/n,” he promised, “you don’t have to be afraid.” You nodded, burying your face against his shoulder again.

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Tom heard you whimpering beside him, and he also noticed that you were trembling. “Y/n?” Tom spoke gently, intertwining your fingers with his, startling you as you cried out softly, but before you could fall off of the bed, he pulled you back, his eyes full of concern. “It’s okay, Y/n,” he reassured you, holding you close to him. You began to calm down, turning to face him. “Go back to sleep, darling,” he instructed, before he leaned down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. You hugged Tom tightly, feeling slightly uneasy when you heard a soft thump downstairs. “You’re alright,” he whispered, and you buried your face into his chest. “Someone probably dropped something,” he stated, and you nodded slowly, letting your eyes close. “Are you okay?” Tom asked, and you nodded again, forcing a weak smile. “Okay,” he murmured, before he let you try to fall asleep once more.

♑︎𖣴

You were becoming fearful as you felt an episode coming on, and you rushed outside to find Tom as you’d heard from Valerie that he was in the garden. “Tom!” You cried, and Tom turned to face you, surprised. Tom rushed to meet you, worried about you as you’d gone quite pale in the face.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Tom questioned, holding you at arm’s length so his eyes could search your’s.

“I - I’m scared, I think I’m going to have another episode,” you whined, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, and your heart was racing.

Tom tried not to panic, carefully lowering you onto the grass. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promised, “I’m going to support you through this.”

You nodded quickly, holding his hand tightly. “You - You won’t leave me, will you?” You whispered shakily, and Tom shook his head, stroking your hair.

“Trust me, Y/n - I’ll be right here the whole time,” he answered, and you whimpered when your vision began to change, and your hearing faded out slightly before your ears began to ring. You would be startled when you thought you could see Carlton approaching you with a knife, and you began to panic, crying out and beginning to sob. Tom wrapped his arms around you as you struggled, frightened. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “it’s not real - nobody can hurt you whilst I’m around.”

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Tom would be startled when you jolted in your sleep, whimpering. Tom placed his hand on your shoulder, but you lashed out, thinking that he was attacking you. “Hey!” Tom exclaimed, gently shaking you whilst trying to avoid being hit by you. “It’s just a dream,” he stated, “wake up!”

Your eyes shot open, and you attempted to shove him away from you, not recognising him at first. “Don’t touch me, murderer!” You cried, shuffling away from him, before you slid off of the bed, pressing your back against the wall.

Tom wore a hurt look on his face, but he knew that you didn’t mean to call him a murderer, it was meant for whoever you saw in your nightmare. “Y/n, it’s me!” Tom cried, desperate for you to recognise him.

You winced when you realised, feeling bad. “I - I’m sorry, Tom, I thought you were my-..” You stopped yourself, your voice trembling.

Tom guided you back to the bed, before he delicately sat you down. “What did you see?” Tom inquired, sitting beside you as he hooked an arm around you to place his hand on your shoulder.

You frowned, subconsciously intertwining your fingers with his. “My father,” you answered, your voice cracking, and Tom realised, grimacing; he’d heard about how your father had abused you and allegedly killed your mother whilst he was under the influence of alcohol. “He - He had a knife, and-” You broke down, your face contorting as you’d begun to cry, and Tom pulled you into a hug to comfort you; he hated seeing you like this.

Tom rubbed your back, and you tried to distract yourself with his greyish blue eyes. “I promise that what you saw was just a nightmare - it’s not real,” he reminded you, and you nodded, before you buried your face against his shoulder. “He’s never going to hurt you again,” he added, and you tried to believe him; tried to believe that it was all over. Tom reached for his wrist watch on the bedside table, wanting to check to see how much time you both had left to sleep. “It’s only two in the morning,” he stated, “we have a few more hours. Do you want to try and sleep again?” You hesitated, before you nodded, reminding yourself that Tom would wake you up if you had another nightmare. “Okay,” he murmured, before he tucked you into your side of the bed again, before returning to his. Tom wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snuggled closer to him, feeling safer. “Dream of the sunshine and the stars, angel,” he whispered, connecting his forehead to your’s.

“I’ll try,” you responded, and he nodded, hoping that you’d have a peaceful sleep this time.

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Tom had heard from Carlton that you were having a bad episode, and he ran into the entrance hall of you and his house, wincing when he noticed you struggling in Mrs. Moranne’s hold, crying; you were clearly frightened. “Tom!” You cried, and he frowned, a pained expression on his face. “H-Help me, please!” You pleaded, and he felt worse, wishing he could help you more.

“I wish I could, Y/n, but - How can I save you from something I can’t fight?” Tom responded, and you whimpered, thinking that you could hear your mother screaming in the next room; she’d been slapped by your father when he came home drunk.

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You were slowly calming down after your episode, and Tom was trying to comfort you by wrapping his arms around you as you rocked silently in his arms. “Do you need anything? What can I do for you?” Tom questioned, but you wouldn’t answer - you just rested your head on his arm. “Y/n?” Tom pried, and you glanced up at him, dragging yourself out of your thoughts.

“N-No, Tom,” you answered, “I’m - I’m fine.” Tom hesitantly gave in, lifting his hand to stroke your hair; he’d always remembered that it was a great source of comfort for you as it always seemed to relax you.

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Tom would be surprised and worried about you when he came back home to you crying, and continuously shuffling away from him whenever he tried to get close to you. “Stay away!” You cried, and Tom frowned, hesitantly stopping; he wondered what had happened to you. “I - I hurt you,” you whined, and Tom shook his head quickly, a pained expression on his face.

“You’ve never hurt me, Y/n,” he contradicted, but you wouldn’t listen.

“You said I did,” you whined, “you said I stabbed you, and - and you had a blood stain on your-”

“I never said that,” he interrupted, crouching down in front of you, panicking you as you turned away from him; you were worried you’d hurt him. “Listen to me,” he commanded, “what you saw - it wasn’t real!”

A sob escaped your lips, and Tom felt his heart sink; he couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain. “I don’t know what is or isn’t real anymore,” you expressed shakily, and Tom nodded gravely.

“I know, Y/n,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you, “I know, but - things will get better, I promise.” You tried to believe him, but you were losing hope with every passing day.

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Tom Voze X Fem!Reader Caring and struggles prompt (linked to last prompt I posted)

!TW: Mention of paranoia (not detailed), mention of nightmare (not detailed), mention of nausea, mention of an abusive father, violence, hint of PTSD, mention of needle!

This is a different adaptation of this character

You had gotten up late as you felt exhausted; you had barely gotten any sleep last night due to the paranoia you suffered from the nightmare that had woken you up in the early hours of the morning. “What time do you call this?” Valerie remarked, and you grunted, uttering ‘leave me alone’. Valerie giggled, whilst Tom sympathetically smiled up at you; he knew how much you had been struggling during the night, though you tried to hide it from him, reassuring him that you were fine every time he asked you if you were okay. “Someone needs a nap,” Valerie continued, and Tom quietly murmured ‘Valerie’ to try to get her to leave you alone.

You tensed up when Carlton entered the room, and Tom winced, looking over at you to check on you, before he intertwined his fingers with your’s, making you flinch as your head turned sharply in Tom’s direction. “Mr. Voze,” Carlton broke the silence, “Dr. Marlin is here.”

Tom nodded, before he warily looked over at you. “N-No,” you murmured, “Tom, you promised I wouldn’t have to see Dr. Marlin again! I told you h-he looks like my-”

“I know, Y/n,” he interrupted gently, trying to comfort you by squeezing your hand lightly, “I’ve been trying to find another doctor for you, but there aren’t many other options.” You groaned, lowering your head as you felt your heart beginning to race - this made you feel quite nauseous, and Tom expressed concern when he noticed your now pale complexion. “I - I promise I’ll find another one for you, just try and co-operate with Dr. Marlin this time, okay?” Tom practically pleaded, and you shook your head quickly, standing up as tears filled your eyes; you couldn’t stand your appointments with Dr. Marlin, especially when he looked like your abusive father. Tom sighed heavily, rising from his seat, too. “Carlton,” Tom muttered, and Carlton nodded, advancing closer to you; he knew he’d have to try and drag you out of the room, as you couldn’t miss your appointment - it was too important.

“No!” You exclaimed, backing away from both Carlton and Tom, and you thought you could hear your abusive father yelling at you. “Leave me alone!” You cried, your voice quivering as you sank in the corner, hugging your knees to your chest as your whole body began to tremble. Carlton reached for your arm, grabbing it, but you struggled against him, hysterical. “Get off of me!” You shrieked, frightened. You fought back as Carlton attempted to pull you off of the floor, and managed to slap him, but he wouldn’t let go of your arm, making you retaliate and break down even more. “Let go!” You shouted, before you resorted to biting Carlisle’s arm, making him yelp, shocked.

“Y/n, stop!” Tom demanded, managing to pull you away from Carlton. “Get Dr. Marlin in here, and he’ll set up an IV for Y/n to calm her down,” he stated, and Carlton nodded, rushing out of the room to get Dr. Marlin.

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You tried to itch at the area that the needle was pressed into in your arm, but Tom stopped you. “Don’t mess with your IV,” Tom chided, and you grunted, begrudgingly leaving it alone.

The infusion that was being used was kept in a vacuum sealed glass bottle, and you hated it. “It’s really itchy,” you whined, and he frowned, feeling bad for you.

“I know, darling, and I’m sorry that it’s uncomfortable,” he responded gently, “but it will be removed soon, I promise.” You nodded gravely, staring up at the ceiling as you waited.

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You woke up confused, with no memory of falling asleep, and through drowsy eyes you looked around until you noticed Tom sitting beside you. Tom expressed relief when he noticed that your eyes were open, and he drew a breath, leaning closer to you whilst holding your right hand in his. “You’ve been asleep for two days,” Tom informed, and you would be surprised, not knowing what to say as you murmured: ‘how?’ Tom shrugged, smiling softly. “Your body must have realised you needed a two days rest,” Tom answered, and you considered the possibility, nodding your head slowly and faintly with a thoughtful expression on your face.

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Tom Voze X Reader Cute caring prompt

!TW: Injury detail (mention of cut/scratch and broken arm), mention of mental episodes (not detailed), mention of vomit (not detailed), throwing up (not particularly detailed), mention of feeling faint (not extremely detailed), mention of feeling nauseous (not extremely detailed), mention of someone being run over (not particularly detailed), implied headache (not particularly detailed)!

This is a different adaptation of this character

You were examining the small cut on Tom’s chest that you’d given him during one of your episodes, a pained expression on your face; you couldn’t believe you’d hurt him. Tom frowned when he noticed the small tears in your eyes, and he lifted his hand to your cheek to distract your attention. You let your glistening eyes meet his greyish blue ones, and you would soon be trapped by them, unable to look away from them. “It’s just a scratch,” he stated, “and it wasn’t even your fault - accidents like these happen, Y/n.” You nodded gravely, before you buried your face into his chest; you couldn’t stop blaming yourself, even though you had no control over yourself when it happened. “You’ll feel better after your bath,” he assured, and you nodded, forcing a smile up at him.

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Tom expressed concern when he heard you crying in the living room; he’d just come in from the garden after he’d done some birdwatching like he’d normally do in the morning. “Y/n?” Tom slowly opened the door after gently knocking, and he frowned when he noticed you curled up on the floor with vomit close to where you were lying.

“I threw up,” you whined, “I - I tried to get to the toilet, but I felt faint and-”

“It’s okay, Y/n,” he interrupted gently, crouching down beside you. You whimpered, feeling nauseous again, and you tried to get up, but you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. “Mrs Moranne!” Tom called, noticing that you looked like you were going to throw up again. As soon as she entered the room, Tom instructed for her to get a bucket for you, and she rushed back out again. Mrs. Moranne gave the bucket to him as soon as she’d retrieved it and returned to the room, and Tom quickly set it down in front of you. You wouldn’t waste any time as you began to throw up again, crying as you did. Tom tried to soothe you as much as he could, rubbing your back and stroking your hair. “Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed as you sobbed, “get everything out.” Once you felt as if you were done, Tom gently eased the bucket away from you. “You should get some rest, Y/n,” he advised, and you nodded your head gravely in response.

“Will you carry me up to bed?” You requested, hopeful. “I - I still feel too weak to move,” you claimed, and he smiled warmly down at you, before he nodded, carefully picking you up and carrying you upstairs to bed.

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Tom had been away for a couple of days, and when he got back home, he was greeted at the door by you running up to him and throwing your arms around him. Tom chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “Why do you always hug me like you haven’t seen me for a year?” Tom inquired, genuinely curious.

You would be embarrassed, burying your face into his black blazer. “I’m just glad to have you back home safe,” you answered, your voice barely audible.

“Of course I’m back home safe, Y/n,” he responded, holding you at arm’s length so his eyes could meet your’s, “why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrugged, lowering your gaze slightly. “I just - I got scared when I heard that a woman had been run over in town,” you admitted, “I was worried that - that the same thing would happen to you-”

Tom shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulder. “That’ll never happen to me, Y/n,” he promised, “don’t ever worry about that happening to me, okay?” You nodded, before you pulled him into another hug, and he returned it to comfort you. Tom would be concerned when he heard you whimper quietly, and he tilted his head partially at you. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Tom inquired, gently placing his hand on your cheek.

“My head hurts,” you murmured, and he frowned, his eyes full of concern for you.

“You should go and have a lie down,” he suggested, and you nodded, turning around as he guided and supported you up the stairs, as last time you had broken your arm when you fell down them.

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A Tom Voze x fem!reader where the climax plays the same where Tom and Libby are revealed to be part of the N*zi cult but the fem!reader finds out that not only Tom was still married to Libby but he continuously had sex with the fem!reader and manipulated and used her for his and Libby's benefits and the cult. The reader spitefully dumps him by ruining his watch and slapping him and calling him a "jackass".

Tom Voze X Fem!Reader Requested prompt

!TW: Mention of attempted murder/assassination, mention of dictatorship/dictators, mention of murders, implied manipulation, mention of divorce, swearing, insult, violence (‘slapped’)!

You were shocked after the sudden chaotic events which went down after the Reunion Gala, and were trembling as you followed Tom into the small red room where Paul Canterbury and Henry Norcross were waiting. You subconsciously held Tom’s hand, frightened and uneasy. “This - This is terrible,” you whined, and Valerie looked between you and Libby, surprised as she began to think that Tom and Libby had split up, though she’d seen them together only a week ago.

“This is an outrage,” Tom added, and you nodded.

The General stepped forward, scowling. “You’re going to be charged,” he stated, pointing his finger at him threateningly, “you’re going to be charged, Tom.”

You would be surprised, looking up at Tom, before you looked back at the General. “But - Tom didn’t do anything,” you responded, and Tom nodded in response.

The General ignored you, and Tom kept up his calm composure as he replied: “No sir you are confused.”

You whimpered quietly, squeezing Tom’s hand. “I’m not confused,” the General contradicted, certain of himself.

Henry Norcross stepped closer to Tom, and you warily looked up at Tom, before you looked up at Norcross. “There is enough evidence, I’m sorry to say,” he began, “that the man who took a shot at General Dillenbeck on that stage tonight - was the same man on the boat with Meekins, on a ticket purchased by your foundation-”

You glanced up at Tom, your eyes wide as you began to wonder if he’d asked you for the money for another reason. “No need to raise your voice,” Libby interrupted from the other side of Tom, and you hesitantly released his hand, turning to face him.

“Tom what’s happening?” You asked, your voice quiet as you were worried that you’d break down. Tom wouldn’t answer, briefly looking over at you. You then looked to Norcross, wanting answers. “What are the charges?” You pried, and Norcross began again, a look of pity on his face as he met your gaze, before he returned it to Tom.

“The charges are against you and the guests you invited,” Norcross answered, and Tom grunted. “The committee of the five,” he added dramatically, and you couldn’t believe it, turning fully to Tom again.

“The committee of the five?” You repeated, confused and frustrated; you never knew that anything had been happening behind your back.

Norcross could see that you were confused, so he filled you in. “Conspiracy to bribe the United States General,” he stated, before he stepped closer to Tom again, “attempted assassination - Conspiracy to overthrow the US Government, trade them with dictators.”

“Tom-..” You murmured, a pained expression on your face. “Did you do this?” You asked, and Tom hesitantly nodded his head. “Tom,” you whispered, shaking your head as you turned away from him for a moment.

“Liz and Bill Meekins - Two murders your organisation are responsible for,” Norcross added, and Tom glared over at him.

“I thought it was wrong that Meekins died,” Tom stated, “that was a tragic theft of a life, but something had to be done.” You forced yourself to look back at Tom again, feeling a mild pain in your chest as it became clear to you that Tom could have only been getting involved with you physically for money. “He didn’t see the opportunity of the new ways to live,” he stated, and Libby decided to speak up to defend Tom.

You then found yourself looking between both him and Libby more, and you wondered if he’d lied to you about the alleged divorce. “He didn’t understand; Meekins didn’t understand, do you understand that?” Libby spoke quickly, her voice briefly trembling. You subconsciously stepped away from Tom, but he wouldn’t notice, and you noticed him holding Libby’s hand, instead.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you began to interrogate him, yourself. “You lied to me about the divorce,” you stated, “didn’t you?” Tom groaned, turning his head to look over at you.

“You need to slow it down,” Norcross stated, jabbing a finger at you, but you ignored him, wanting answers from Tom.

“You’re still married to Libby,” you guessed, and Tom couldn’t help, but smirk, as he encouraged Libby forward. Valerie would be surprised; she couldn’t believe that Tom would lie about such a thing, and get involved with the committee of the five. You felt your heart sink, and tried not to break down in front of him. “And - All those nights you came to see me - they meant nothing, at all?” You assumed, and Tom nodded.

“Let’s just say I wanted the extra money from you for a pal of mine, and for a gift for my wife,” he answered, and you scowled, fighting back the tears which were invading your eyes.

You stepped closer to him, gritting your teeth. “Well you know what, Tom?” You spat, before you grabbed hold of his wrist, managing to take off his watch before he could stop you. “Fuck you,” you stated simply, before you threw his watch to the ground, stamping on it with the heel of your high heels.

Tom couldn’t believe you as he crouched down, picking up his now ruined watch; you’d managed to break the glass and the inside of the watch. Tom glared up at you, furious. “Do you have any idea how much this cost me?” Tom questioned, and you shrugged; you no longer cared, at all.

“You could always use that money you stole from me every time you came to see me to buy a new one,” you responded, and Tom rolled his eyes, irritated. “Oh, and one other thing,” you added, before you suddenly slapped him across the face, “you’re a jackass, and I never want to see you again!” You then stormed out of the room, feeling a little better after you’d lashed out at him.

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