#thblurb

[eightmakar]

Hi! Do you write for mob!tom?? If so can you write something about him meeting a male!reader on holiday in London?? At first Tom doesn't like him for his cocky behaviour and wants to kill him but in the end after a brief fight they understand that they can't kill each other. Soooo they start talking and they become friends!!

i’ve never written for a male reader so i hope this is good lovey!!!

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from the moment tom holland saw you across the room, he hated you. he hated the suit you wore, he hated the way you sat at the small table in the corner of the room, and he hated the way held yourself.

he didn’t trust you one bit, but you didn’t care.

you’d gone out of your way to take a vacation in tom holland’s area of london. you wanted to show him you weren’t scared of him, though perhaps you should’ve been. this entire trip was a big “fuck you” to him.

you received a note from the kind waiter you had. 

mr. holland wants you dead. run.

you chuckled, paid for your meal, and sauntered out of the cafe. 

holland’s men were right on your tail. one of the hit the back of your knee cap, and you fell to the ground, but not before you swiped his legs from beneath him. you popped back up and set your feet, ready to fight.

tom holland waltzed out of the restaurant, too. he straightened his tie, then motioned to his men to grab you. they did, clutching your arms behind your back. 

“ah, yes,” tom purred as you struggled against his men. “mr. (y/l/n).”

“the one and only,” you said sarcastically. 

holland decked you in the mouth. you tasted blood and spat it out, grinning wickedly at him. “i will be respected in my territory, sir, do you understand that?”

you pretended to think. “yeah, i guess.”

“you’ve got some gaul, don’t you?” tom growled. “i like that. can i buy you a beer?”

you were shocked, but didn’t let it show. “are these two fine gentlemen going to join us?” you asked, referring to the goons holding your arms.

“let him go, lads, let him go,” tom said. they did as he asked, then he turned to you again. “let’s talk, sir. i think we can benefit each other.”

[hazinhoodies]

ugh tom or haz trying to make you blush as much as possible? i’m so shy and I blush so easily goddamnit —tomslovey

i could either go dirty or fluffy with this. also sorry this is so late.

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tom realized that you blushed a lot on your very first date

it was just one of those “huh they do that a lot. cute” things. and then he forgot about ut

but it only reoccurred to him about a month later

since then he’s loved making your cheeks bright

“good morning sweets”

said in a gruff morning voice as he wraps his arms around your waist

hands drifting under your shirt and dragging across the soft skin

sending shivers down your spine and heat to your cheeks

he’d definitely mostly use nicknames to make you blush

peaches, sweets, lovebug

definitely saving darling for that final push of making your cheeks red

also

faint touches all day long

gentle fingers along your skin

a hand on the small of your back to reach around you

fingers in your hair lulling you to sleep while the two of you cuddle

anyways tom loves you and your bright cheeks no matter how much you may or may not like them

[eightmakar]

my life is going extremely downhill at the moment so can you do one where readers life is just tearing her apart and then her and one of the boys (tom haz or harry) you pick get into a small argument and u just burst into tears and they're confused bc it wasn't that deep but you just explain that things have been feeling really hard im sorry this is so specific:(

hi honey!! if you need to talk to someone, you can always PM me anytime!! i have anxiety and life gets to be A Lot sometimes so i totally understand and am happy to listen if you need someone! i’m gonna write this so you can substitute any boy into it!

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you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone. it had been a rough series of events over several days. you felt like you had no control. 

he came into the kitchen from the shower. he was dressed comfortably and his hair was still wet. 

“hi love,” he said sweetly. he opened the fridge, then said, “hey, love? did you get more milk at the store yesterday?”

“oh, fuck,” you whispered. “i forgot, i’m sorry.”

“‘s alright,” he said. “i just won’t make mac and cheese for lunch is all.”

“oh god, i’m sorry!” you burst, tears streaming down your face that you didn’t know were so close to spilling over.

“oh no,” he said, hurrying over to you. “honey, it’s okay! i didn’t mean that passive aggressively, it’s okay baby!” he knelt down in front of you and took your hands, which were shaking.

“i–” you cut yourself off, sobs wracking through your body. he got up on the couch with you, holding you tightly while you cried. he stroked your hair, whispering calming words to you until you calmed down enough.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he whispered softly.

“everything,” you whispered back. “everything’s been so hard lately, and it’s why i forgot the milk and why i haven’t been doing much lately. i’m sorry, i–”

“don’t apologize, honey,” he said softly. “don’t apologize, honey, i’m right here, i’m here with you. i’ve got you and everything will be okay. i know it’s hard but you’re not alone, i’m right here with you, sweetheart. i’ve got you.”

[eightmakar]

"stop squeezing my hand so tight!" With tom ??

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“hey! stop squeezing my hand so tight!” tom hissed.

“i’m sorry!” you hissed back. “there’s so many photographers! won’t they figure it out?”

he gazed at you and smiled. “we’re best friends, it’ll be okay.” 

tom had asked you to be his “girlfriend” at his latest premiere.  his publicist said he needed one, and he turned to you, his best friend on the planet. he knew it would be safe with you, he would be safe with you.

“tom! (y/n)! over here!” the photographers called. flashes were everywhere, and it was a little overwhelming. you kept squeezing him, taking your nervous energy out on his hand.

“hey,” he said. “hand?”

you buried your face in your free hand. “i’m sorry!” you said again.

he laughed. “you’re fine, just relax, okay? we’ve got this.”

you smiled. with tom, your platonic soulmate, you felt like you could do anything.

[hazinhoodies]

YOOO can I get a soft Tom taking care of girlfriend reader with a cold? Idk I think that'd be super cute and I'd die of fluff. Ok thanks I love you

i sneezed as i read this request. just thought you all should know that

Tommy💗: uh y/n are you sure you’re okay?

The text came merely seconds after your sent a message preemptively, complete with a kgufn at the end of whatever word you had been typing from you dropping your phone on your face after a sneeze.

you: yes i’m fine don’t worry

Tommy💗: darling i’m coming over to take care of you

you: no don’t. besides the doors locked, you can’t make me open it

Tommy💗: i have a key

With a groan, you tossed your phone on to the other side of the bed. Damn Tom and him being a stupidly good boyfriend with his stupidly cute face and his stupid key to your apartment. You hated when he took care of you. Actually no, you loved that he took care of you but hated feeling like you were taking time out of his day that he could be spending doing something else. But instead, he was with you because you couldn’t milk out some stupid cold. 

Maybe you fell asleep, you weren’t sure, but you woke up to Tom closing your bedroom door, only really realizing it when your bed dipped on his side. A small groan came from your throat as your blanket-wrapped body rolled involuntarily towards him.

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry” Tom turned so he could see your face, although he hardly could from the blanket wrapped around it.  He pushed the blanket out of his way so he could place his pal, against your cheek. Upon feeling the heat from your cheeks, he flipped his hand and pressed the back of his hand to your cheek and then to your forehead. You leaned into his touch, appreciating how cool and smooth his skin felt against yours. “You’re burning up” You only nodded.

Tom pushed some of your hair back underneath the blanket. The look he gave you made you melt. Nothing but pure love and adoration. A slight tilt of his head and a small smile on his lips. You wondered how he could still love you even while you were nothing but a sneezing burrito on your bed that maybe groaned if provoked. 

“How about i make you some soup, you can take a nap, and then we can cuddle and watch the new season of Lucifer, okay?” 

You nodded again, you hoped he got the smile that you tried to give him. Judging by the way his smile widened, spreading across his lips and combined with a small laugh, you assume he got it. 

“I love you” You mumbled, your voice was gross. Tired and raspy and sickly. You were hardly even sure that the words came out as words and not just noises. But Tom got it. He always did.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, you were sure that your skin could have scalded his, but if it did, he ignored it.

“I love you too”

[hazinhoodies]

Hello! I just found your blog and I find your writing d e l I g h t f u l! I wanted to make a request with Tom: actress!reader works with Z in a movie and then she works with Haz or Harry, and they all want to introduce her to Tom (bc they would be amazing together) and he doesn’t want to meet her or couldn’t care less about that until he met her and he is all like 😍 PLEASE

“Mate, I really don’t get why you want me to meet her. What’s so special about her?” Harry couldn’t tell if Tom was groaning or whining. Probably both. Harry was fully prepared to take whatever bullshit Tom had come up with this time to avoid meeting you. Truthfully when he could avoid interacting with new people, he would. And since he had only been home for a couple of days, he didn’t want to interact with anyone that wasn’t Harrison, Tessa, or his family.

“Trust me. You’ll love them.” It was all Harry could say. Even though he’d already told Tom those exact words thousands of times, usually paired with a reason why, but this time he didn’t bother. Harry was already dragging Tom to meet Zendaya and you. He’d only told Tom you were going to be there while they were in the car. Tom groaned in response and then began to scroll through instagram.

Tom first saw you and you looked nervous, despite the laugh that Z had caused. One of your arms was crossed over your chest, holding the tricep of your other arm while your free hand fiddled with the fabric of your shirt.

All it took was a small hello from both you and Tom, a glare from Harry which caused Tom to ask about your film with Z, and Harry didn’t see the two of you apart for hours.

Tom wouldn’t shut up about you on the way home. Oh how the tables have turned.

[eightmakar]

Hey 👋🏽 can you do the fake dating trope with prompts 1, 5, and 14 for college!tom? Thanks in advance

1. “stop squeezing my hand so tight!”

5. “you can’t be that oblivious.”

14. “say it again.”

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“tom, stop squeezing my hand so tight!” you whispered. your family had come to visit you at school and insisted you “bring your boyfriend” that you had lied to them about. so instead, you brought tom and told him to “be cool.” big mistake.

“im sorry!” he squeaked. “i don’t know how to do this!”

you parents came into the restaurant, smiling. they hugged you tightly.

“is this him?” your mom asked hopefully.

“yeah,” you said, plastering on a smile. “this is my boyfriend, tom! he’s a theater major.”

“hi tom!” you mom sang. “it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“you too!” he said, hugging her. she let him go and he turned to you. “you should say it again,” he whispered.

“what?” you whispered back.

“the ‘b’ word.”

you rolled your eyes and sat back down. “why?”

“well, i’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for years, thanks for noticing,” he whispered.

you gaped at him. “tom, stop playing around, c’mon!”

“you can’t be that oblivious,” he said softly. “i don’t want this to be fake.”

you gaped. “tom, i–”

“don’t worry about it right now,” he said, kissing your cheek. “we’ll talk about it later, kay?”

you nodded, turning back to your parents, who were staring like they were watching a soap opera.

you rolled your eyes. “good grief, was i the only one who didn’t know?”

[eightmakar]

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing w Tom H. please 💕

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you had an early meeting for work, which means you had to get up early and shower. you didn’t want to wake up tom, so you slid out of bed as quietly as possible.

however, he was awake when you got out of the shower. tom’s face was scrunched in concentration, reading something on his phone. you knew sometimes he had a little trouble reading things, especially early in the morning. his dyslexia tended to act up the most in the morning and super late at night. 

“morning, tommy boy,” you said, walking over to his side of the bed. you kissed his cheek, but he didn’t look up from his phone.

“morning, baby girl,” he said. “just got an email from marvel, had to read it before i got up.”

“no problem, sweetheart,” you replied, walking into the closet to get dressed. you emerged in his favorite of your work outfits, the one with the flowers that complimented your skin tone. “i’ve got a meeting today, so i’m heading out early.”

“hope it goes well, honey!” tom said. he lifted his head and looked at you. “you look beautiful.”

you walked back over to peck him on the lips. “right back at you, stud.”

he smiled. “have a great day and i’ll see you later! i love you!” he kissed you again.

“love you more!” you smiled, then walked out of the room to head to work.