dad!tom bringing his daughter on a press tour but she’s all grumpy from travelling??
During his new press tour, Tom decided to bring your two years old daughter with him. He was happy to be able to finally spend time with her. He had just finished shooting a movie and knew that with the press tour he wouldn't be able to stay a long time at home, so he took her with him. He was sad you couldn't go with them, but you promised to visit them.
Your daughter, Maria, was happy to be with him, too bad that she hated to sit most of the time, during the flight, in the car, when Tom was doing an interview.
It started to annoy her, all she wanted to do was play with her toys and hug her daddy, not to sit for hours.
Tom just finished the last interview of the day and she was happy to leave, she started running in the stairs to leave the building faster, but Tom told her to slow down, or she would end up hurting herself.
When they came out of the building he took her in his arms, walking towards the car waiting for them to drive them back to the hotel. She shaked her head vigorously and folded her arms around her chest when she saw the car.
"No," she said, which caused Tom to stop dead in his tracks, looking at her in a questionning look.
"No what, darling?"
"Want to play." She furrowed her eyebrows, arms still crossed over her chest.
"We can play at the hotel if you want, darling." He said, stroking her head.
"Want to play now." She pointed behind Tom where a park was and he turned a fe seconds around to see before looking at her again. "Please dada?" She said with pleading eyes.
Tom sighed, he knew he couldn't resist her, even if he was tired, he knew it was probably annoying for her to spend most of her day sitting, even him found it boring sometimes. "Alright, darling, just let me tell the driver first."
After telling the driver, he went to the park, played with her on the swing, slid with her on his lap on the toboggan several times and even bought her a chocolate ice cream, she put some on her face and Tom laughed. He took a picture and sent it to you before wiping her face and for once in the car on the way back to the hotel she wasn't grumpy since she had fallen asleep in her dad's lap after playing almost all afternoon with him.
for your blurb requests dialogue prompt 7 with peter if you don’t mind!! i think i’ll cry reading it. love you and you’re amazing!!! 💓💓💓
7- “I love you.” “I love you too.” “No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. ___, I’ll never say those wordsagain. Not to anybody else, ever.Those words, from me, are yours now.“
jdksjk i love you too💙💙
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You looked at Peter from the corner of your eye, pushing away your laptop from your lap.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, already knowing the answer, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“I’m going to patrol, see if everything is okay.” He answered you, putting on his suit.
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Yes, that’s why I have to go patrol. You know it’s around those hours that the crimes are happening.” He grabbed his mask that was on the night stand and kissed your forehead. “I won’t be long, but you should try to sleep.”
A few days ago, he came home injured, it was nothing serious and he recovered quickly, but it could have been worse. Now, every time you saw him put on his famous spider suit before going on patrol at night, you would feel terribly worried for him, knowing that he was going to fight with villains.
You nibbled one of your nails nervously, starting to feel stressed, knowing that you would not be able to sleep until he got home and that you could see he was fine.
Peter felt your stress and sat next to you on the bed, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.
“I promise you I’ll be fine, love.”
You raised your head and looked at him, your fear visible on your face. “I love you.”
He smiled softly, “I love you too.”
“No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. Peter, I’ll never say those words again. Not to anybody else, ever. Those words, from me, are yours now. Please be careful. I don’t know how I could live without you.”
You closed your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him and worrying him just before he left. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He put his chin on your head, holding you close to him, you stayed that way for a few minutes before he got up after kissing you tenderly.
He grabbed his mask again and whispered a sweet ‘i love you’ before putting it on, and leaving through the window of your building.
That night after he left you fell asleep quickly. A few hours later you woke up with a start, you felt his arms around your waist and turned in his arms. You caressed his cheek, even if it was dark, after several seconds your eyes adjusted to it and you saw that a small smile appeared on his face. “I love you,” he says. “And those words, from me, are yours too now.”
can i request a jealous!tom x model!reader, him and reader are having dinner with her and his family (their besties and reader recently got hired for Victoria Secret and their celebrating) and harrison + twins plan on flirting with reader to get on tom’s nerves to get him to admit he’s inlove with her and out of irritation and jealousy, he accidentally blurts it out during dinner infront of everybody and the boys burst out laughing?? xx
You’ve recently been hired as a new model for Victoria’s Secret, it was literally the dream of your life and you still can’t believe it’s real, one of your biggest dreams come true, it’s crazy isn’t it? To celebrate it, your family has decided to invite Tom’s family for dinner. They were all so happy for you and always believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself so it was also to thanks them for their unconditional support.
It was a casual dinner with your parents, you decided to wear shorts and a tank top. They all arrived around 8pm and you all ate appetizers and had a drink before dining. Your parents cooked a lemon chicken with vegetables.
“We are so proud of you,” said your father proudly.
“You should, we’re all proud of you, it’s totally amazing sweetie!” Nikki added and you whispered a small ‘thank you’.
“I forgot to said, I saw you on a giant poster in the center of London,” Haz said, smirking.
“oh the one where she wears red underwear?” Sam asked.
“Oh yes, I saw it, maybe we should go on a date. We’d look cute together” Harry said, winking at you.
“I think you and me would be even cuter,” Haz protested.
You felt your cheeks burn and giggled nervously even if you knew they were just messing with you.
Tom felt his blood boiling, he looked at his brothers and at his best friend furiously. They knew very well that he had feelings for you, it was no secret and he couldn’t help being a little jealous to know that there was a poster of you in underwear in the center of london to the view of all, he wanted to remove the poster and hang it in his room. “What are you doing guys! You can’t go out with her, you know i love her.” Tom blurted out in frustation, not realizing what he just said out loud.
Everyone except you bursted out laughing while his eyes widened, his cheeks redened and he looked down, visibly embarassed.
“so…you love me?” you whispered to him, heart beating fast.
He looked at you from the corner of his eye and nodded, you. You slipped your hand into his and intertwined our fingers, grinning. Tom looked a little confused for a seconds. You bought your face closer to his and gave him a little peck on the lips. His face went scarlet red..
“Damn! Finally, it was about time.” Haz admitted.
“I love you too.” You whispered to him, before he gave you a proper real first kiss. Now, he didn’t have anymore reasons to be jealous.
6- “How did you know I was here? Did you see me?” “When do I not see you?” “What, one face in all of that crowd?” “There was a crowd, too?”
7- “I love you.” “I love you too.” “No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. ___, I’ll never say those wordsagain. Not to anybody else, ever.Those words, from me, are yours now.“
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Haz pulled out of his pants’s pocket a red box matching his suit, he opened it, looking at the platinum diamond ring, hoping you would like it.
He smiled to himself, today, it’s been exactly a year since you’ve been together, and if someone asked him, it was the best year of his life. No one has ever made him as happy as you.
Every time someone came into the restaurant and he heard the door open, he raised his head hoping to see you. He arrived a little early, but he was tired of pacing around at home.
He has planned this for several weeks and repeated his text in front of his mirror almost every day. He knew he would be stressed but not that much. He tapped his foot on the floor nervously, loosening his tie a little, feeling stifled.
Finally you entered the restaurant, heading towards the hostess to ask where was your table. For Haz it was as if an angel had entered the restaurant, you were like a sun illuminating the whole room, his breathing stopped as he stood up, tucking the box back into his pocket, heading towards you, drawn by you.
You felt someone tapping you gently on the shoulder and turned around, surprised to see him already there, yourself having arrived a little too early, too. A big smile illuminated his face.
“You look beautiful, darling. As always.” He said, looking you up and down.
“Thank you, babe.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before entrelacing your fingers with his and following him towards your table.
You were accustomed to his compliments, he complimented you at least a million times a day, telling you how beautiful, adorable, smart, pretty, etc…you were, but every time it makes your heart skips a beat, filling your belly with butterflies. How did you ended up so lucky?
Arriving at your table, Haz pulled out your chair, like a true gentleman.
“How did you know I was here, did you see me?” You asked him while sitting down.
“When do I not see you?” He replied, sitting in front of you.
“What, one face in all of that crowd?” You tucked a strand of hair behind you ear, tilting your head to the side.
“There was a crowd, too?” He asked, putting a hand on his chest, pretending to be shocked.
You laughed, “You are an idiot.”
“I know, but you love me.” He said, winking, taking his menu and starting to think about the dish he was going to order and you did the same.
The dinner was quick, after ordering your respective dishes, you enjoyed your food while talking about many things and time passed quickly, it was already time to eat the dessert.
You noticed that Haz started to look stressed, he kept shifting in his seat, running a hand through his hair almost every two seconds.
“Are you okay?” you asked him, worried, frowning.
“uh? y-yeah I’m okay, actually…” He laughed nervously. “I didn’t thought I would be that stressed when the right moment would come.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked him as color drained from your face, imagining the worse secnarios.
Haz noticed it and put his hand over yours, “hey don’t worry, I’m not going to annonce you something horrible.”
“You know I love you?” His eyes sparkled as he squeezed your hand.
“I love you too.”
“No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. Y/N, I’ll never say those words again. Not to anybody else, ever. Those words, from me, are yours now.”
You heard in his voice that he was really sincere, you blinked a few times, shocked, at a loss for words.
He pulled away his hand from yours and rubbed them on his pants before pulling back his chair and getting up.
He pulled out of his pocket a tiny red box while kneeling on one knee, you gasped, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Y/N, before you I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. You make me a better man and this year spent at your side was the best year of my life. I want more of this, of us. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me happy. You’re the best part of me and you keep me going. You mean everything to me and I don’t want to think about what it’s like to live without you. Do you want to marry me?”
You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to marry you.” Haz cried from happiness, clutching his arms tightly around you, smiling from head to toe, while the other clients of the restaurant applauded.
#23 with Tom where the reader is slightly embarrassed to breastfeed their newborn in front of him
23- Exhausted parents kiss
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You look down at the little girl sleeping in your arms. A white plaid with cute bear covers her tiny form and protects her from getting cold. Underneath it, she is wearing a adorable pink body that Tom proudly put on her after giving her, her first bath.
Tom was afraid of hurting her when he bathed her, he kept asking the nurses if he was doing everything right. He helped and listened attentively, he memorized the advice that the nurses told him and some tips they give him for when you will bring your little one at home.
The labor was exhausting, but Tom supported you during it and holded your hand the whole time, encouraging and telling you that you were amazing. The second you saw your little baby girl, you both were so happy and you knew it was worth it.
You only had time to kiss her forehead before the nurse took her to check her vitals and see if everything was okay. After that it was a little blurry because you were too exhausted, you fell asleep.
When you woke up you were in a hospital bed. When you looked around you saw Tom sitting in a chair next to your bed, looking at your babygirl, rocking her. He looked up at you and grinned.
“I can’t believe we made this.” he said before kissing your daughter’s head. You straightened on the bed and he stood up slowly, carefully placing her in your arms.
You looked at her in awe, she was born just a few hours ago but she already had a few strands of brown hairs and you could see that she had y/e/c. She opened her eyes and started making bubles with her mouth.
At the same time a nurse entered the room, you both looked towards the door and she smiled cheerfully.
“How is the new mommy feeling?” She approached you and looked down at your baby. “Aw she’s very cute!” She added with a lot of enthusiast.
“I’m better now that she is here in my arms.” You answered tiredly, “and i know, she’s beautiful.” You eyes never left your baby.
“I think she’s hungry,” she stated, “do you want to breastfeed her or give her a bottle?”
You raised your head to look at the nurse, “um, I’m going to breastfeed her.” You declared shyly.
You and Tom had already talked about it and you thought it was maybe a good idea to try it, since a lot of people said it was better.
The nurse smiled “Okay, i’m going to leave the three of you alone. If you need anything, call me, I’ll be in the hallway going to see other mothers.” She smiled one last time before heading out of the room.
“um, Tom.” You whispered.
He looked up at you, “yes darling?”
“I’m going to breastfeed her.” You avoided looking at him, a little embarrassed.
“I know,” he put his hand under your chin to lift up your face so you were looking at him in the eyes. you already told him, when you talked about it, that you would probably be a little embarrassed, but each time, he told you that you shouldn’t because it was not something to be embarrassed about. “You don’t have to be embarassed babe, it’s something normal and amazing, you’re able to feed our baby with your body! How incredible is that?” He exclamed joyfully, gesturing with his hands.
You bit your lip, looking at him. “Thank you for being amazing with us.” You whispered.
“No, thanks to you for being so amazing and giving me one of the most beautiful gift.” He brought his face closer to your until your lips touched and kissed you softly, you were both exhausted and after feeding your baby, you would probably drift back to sleep, but it was amazing, things would been amazing with your new little family.
Hello!! Can you write a ceo!mob!dad!tom who spoils his son in every way?? (If you want you can skip the mob! part!!) Also he spoils his son because he's always busy with work so he just feels bad but his son is very understanding and doesn't blame him!
As a ceo, Tom didn’t have much free time to spend time with his son, which made him feel guilty. To try to compensate his absence, Tom bought him a lot of gifts, but the guilt was still there.
Tom came home late again tonight, he had a big meeting which, as usual, ended late. He had gone to the toys store this morning to buy a new toy that had just been released. Your son was talking about it during a dinner where Tom could have been there so he decided to spoils him.
He parked in the driveway in front of the house and got out of the car with the gift. He unlocked the front door, but heard that the tv in the living room was still on and headed for that room. When he turned on the light he saw your son in pajamas sleeping on the couch.
Tom knelt and took him in his arms which woke your son, he rubbed his eyes, “Daddy?” he asked still half asleep.
“Why were you in the living room? does mom know you’re not in your bed?” He asked, walking upstairs.
Your son shaked his head, “no, she think i’m sleeping,” he lowered his head.
“oh so you went downstairs to watch your cartoons? little criminal,” Tom laughed as he opened the door of your son’s room. He put him in his bed.
“um, no, I was waiting for you, but I fell asleep,” he admitted playing with the hem of his pyjama. “I drew you something today at school and I wanted to show you, but I know you were working late and mommy wouldn’t have let me stay up so late.”
Tom sat on the bed letting out a breath, guilt envading his whole body, his heart aching, “oh buddy, I’m sorry.”
“why?” he asked, looking up at his father.
“I know it must be hard for you, I work a lot, I’m not a lot a home and it must makes you really sad,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry,”
Your son looked at him, staying silent for a few seconds before spoking, “daddy,” he said firmly. “I know you work a lot, but it’s because you want mommy and I to have a beautiful house, amazing vacations & when you are at home you spent all of your time with us.” Tom felt a little better. “and you know when I will work too, I will be very busy too.”
Tom laughed at his son’s last comment, “yeah, buddy but I think you still have time, now go to sleep, you have school tomorrow.” He said, kissing your son’s forehead, “goodnight buddy, love you.”
“I love you too daddy,” He replied before closing his eyes.
okay, can i still enter your blurb week? How about like it's your first day in college and like it's already a bad day and Tom's just cheering you up and like telling you,you're a great person cause you've been called a bitch (even tho you are a GREAT PERSON)? Tysmmm!! Just had a bad day today and feeling kinda angsty so yeah hehe! Have a great day!!💖
Today was your first day at college and you were excited, you were also stressed of course, but excited. Unfortunately, it didn't go as you had hoped, first you were late for your first class, you got lost in the campus looking for your class and when you thought you had finally found your class it wasn't the right one, which was a little bit embarrassing.
"Good job Y/N," you mumbled to yourself, rushing into the halls of the university towards what you hoped was the right class, and it was. You tried to walk discreetly towards a seat while the teacher was facing the board talking about something you didn't really listened to.
You were going to sit when you heard your teacher said "I see we have a latecomer" you stayed frozen on the spot. You turned around a few seconds later, seconds that seemed to have last forever and saw your teacher looking at you, arms crossed, all the students in the room also looking at you.
You started to feel your cheeks burning. "I'm sorry, I promise you it will not happen again."
He rolled his eyes, letting his arms fall to his sides before heading to his desk.
"I hope so, there are students who want to learn here and I don't want to be bothered by a late student who doesn't know how to get there on time." He said, sitting on his chair.
You sunk deeper into your seat, as if you were trying to disappear.
After leaving this class you thought that the rest of the day would surely be better, but unfortunately that was not the case. After bying yourself a coffee, you turned in a hallway and bumped into someone and your coffee fell on him.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" you say trying to catch a pack of tissues in your bag. You tried to wipe it off on his t-shirt but he pushed your hand away.
"Look where you're going next time, bitch." He gave you a dirty look before passing past you.
You frowned, feeling bad. During your last class, you weren't really focused, and when you tried to listen to the teacher you didn't understand anything, as if she was speaking another language.
When you finally arrived at your shared apartment with Tom, you were revelled. You let your bag fall to the ground with your books and you went straight towards the couch, where you let your body fall into it.
You let out a long sigh and Tom came into the living room a few minutes after, smiling.
"Hey, love, how was your day?"
"Horrible, or maybe it was not horrible, I don't know if I'm just dramatic, I arrived late this morning for my first class and then spilled my coffee over someone who said I was a bitch, and in the last class I didn't understood anything, maybe it was a bad idea, maybe I'm not smart enough for college, it was a mistake."
"shh," he sat at the edge of the couch, stroking your back. "It's going to be okay, it's only a bad day. Tomorrow will be better and if it isn't the case, the next day will be. You're strong, amazing and smart, I know you will succeed, I believe in you. And that person who said that you were a bitch is an idiot, don't listen to this person. You're probably one of the kindest, smartest, greatest person I've ever met. It's too bad that you don't see it, and if you need someone to cheer you up, I'll be your personal huggiver."
You laughed at that last line and sat next to him, "Thank you," you said feeling a little better. He kissed your forehead, "Do you want some cookies? I made them especially for you." He asked. You nodded as you followed him into the kitchen, and it was true, every day wasn't perfect, but you knew Tom would be there to cheer you up when you needed it.
Idk if your a fan of 5sos but you know the interview where they say they don't like the new Spider-Man (tom). Imagine your in the band and you've dating Tom for a while, but it's not public and only your friends and family know, and they say it to annoy you and you just respond and say "I think he's a great Spider-Man" and then Tom sees it and shows it to you to try and embarrass you or something. Then a while after you confirm it by posting a pic saying "My favourite spoiler-man"
You and your band, 5SOS was on a promotional tour to promote your new album. You spent the morning doing interviews. You guys were starting to get a little tired, but there was only one interview left. The interviewer arrived with a big smile and after a few minutes, the interview started.
She asked you questions about the new album, your lives, what you liked to do during your free time and after a few minutes the subject derived towards superheroes.
“So, what do you guys think of the new spider-man? Played by Tom Holland.” The interviewer asked.
“I don’t like him,” Ashton said, you frowned looking at him from the corner of your eye.
“Yeah, me neither,” Added Luke.
Calum and Michael agreed with them and you feel a little annoyed with your best friends. They knew him and you were dating, they even met him at a few occasions.
The interviewer looked at you, “and you Y/N? What do you think of Tom’s Spider-Man?”
“I think he’s a great Spider-Man,” You answered, starting to blush.
After that the subject changed again, but when the interview was finished the guys kept teasing you about it.
A few days later the interview was posted online and Tom decided to watch it, he loved watching your interviews. You were next to him on the bed, taking a nap and he put his earsphone on to not wake you up.
When it was the part where you talked about him, he chuckled, which woke you up.
he looked at you, grinning. “great spider-man huh?”
You growled, covering your face with your hands, “why are you always watching my interviews?”
He put his phone on the nightstand and wrapped his arms around you, “because I love you,” he kissed your forehead, “you’re cute” he kissed each of your cheeks, “and I love seeing your pretty face, you make my heart beat so fast.” He added before brushing his lips against yours.
A few days later, you posted a photo of you and tom, your arms wrapped around his neck while you kissed his cheek, he was grinning, his cheeks a light shade of pink with the caption “my favorite spider-man.”
