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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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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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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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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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