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Hey love :) For your blurb night, can you write something with tom where all his friends know you are pregnant but him?

“Didn’t you know?”

Tom Holland x pregnant!reader / masterlist / 2k blurb masterlist

Warnings; pregnancy, cute oblivious Tom, mentions of sickness

You had taken the test in his trailer, amidst whilst he was acting, as Zendaya came to check up on you. The actress had said that she had noticed some changes to your appetite, more specifically, how many foods made you coil in sickness, and conjured vomit up your throat and into a toilet pan.

Since then, you had made it rather obvious to your other half that you had a bun in the oven. One example of how you had and continued to do so, was intwining his fingers with your own, and placing his large and soft hands upon the bump to be, cooing like a mother hen at the prospect of him being so far yet close to the baby that you had crafted together in the consumptions of your own pleasure.

And thus, you assumed he would have realised that you were carriaging around a pip of his seed, but he was appearing rather slow with realising the affects of having unprotected sex with you. “Come here Tess.” Tessa bounded towards you, licking your hand as you affectionately patted her.

“I took her to that park around the block, you know the one that has that the swings. I let her off the lead and she ran towards these two kids, one a boy and the other a girl. They adored her, and it had me thinking...” yes, he was finally getting it, and thus you nodded along, a grand smile on your face. “I think we should get a baby- a puppy, she seemed to enjoy the company.”

Your expression dropped. It was not that you were at all opposed to getting another pet to fill the house and provide Tessa with some company, it was his lack of realisation. Even Harrison had realised, and you had instantly thought of him because he entered the kitchen, on a mission to brew himself a cuppa.

“I think you should call it Harold. Then we can have a Harrison, Harry and Harold.” He nonchalantly spoke as he intervened within the conversation, going to the kettle, and keeping a wary eye on the both of you. “Congrats by the way mate, have fun being a dad. Don’t forget about me, I think I’d be the perfect god father.” Harrison winked. Instinctively you tensed up, surely Tom would have to realise by now...

“Why would a dog need a godfather?” Or perhaps not. You brought your hand to your face palm and figuratively facepalmed, what more was there to do? “I’m not going to christen a puppy!” At his words, Harrison frowned, turning the lid on the milk as he put it on the side, after pouring it into his mug, he turned to you, as if to ask ‘is this guy serious?’

“Actually, he’s not talking about a dammed dog.” A smile nervously placed itself on your face as you twiddled your fingers together, watching as Tom’s eyes widened with sudden, and overcome realisation, the idea of a puppy quickly slipping from his mind. His eyes floated down to your stomach, as his paused mouth gaped open, surprised with the news.

“You- we, we’re having a- a baby?” A smile slipped onto his talkative lips, and in reply, you mirrored his pleased expression, nodding to confirm his emphasised suspicion. “Oh my god.” He took you in his arms, crushing you in a big bear hug, until he all of a sudden pulled away, a worried appease cloaking his face. “I’m not hurting him or her, am I?”

“No, you doofus.” You admitted, a humoured echo involuntarily floating around the room, as Harry Holland himself entered, clearly having not woken up long ago. “And if you dare try and not hug me, then we’re gonna have a problem Tommy.”

“About bloody time.” Harry yawned, Harrison silently nodding in agreement, as the Holland looked towards his elder brother. “Thought you’d never realise that you had a bun slowly baking, I was that you wouldn’t realise that y/n was pregnant until the baby was here.”

“What?” Another voice broke out in the hallway, Tuwaine towing around Harry to invade space. “You two are having a kid? This is the first that I’ve heard about this. Are chickens and a dog not enough for you two?” Harrison frowned, as you shook your head, touching your hands over Tom’s that were now resting upon your slightly bloated stomach.

“Didn’t you know?” Harry nonchalantly asked him, to which Tuwaine replied with a curt ‘no’. “Jesus, I thought Tom was the only one that needed to get send daily reminders on about what is going on with his girlfriend.”

“Are we gonna have to tell Tessa too?” You asked, kneeling down, and laughing as she began to lick your hands. Tom began to tear up, to which Harrison punched him lightly on the shoulder, breaking him or out of him moment of emotion. He had gotten everything he wanted, albeit unexpectedly, concerning the time and place, but his real life was about to start, it’s purpose above all else he was involved in.

It’s Over

Summary: Jealousy’s the green eyed monster for a reason. This time it might just break you up. Warnings: Angst, Tom’s kinda an asshole Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader @millyskywalker requested Hey! Can you do an Imagine with Tom Holland? Tom and y/n are dating and he is jealous, and then they get into a really bad fight? Thanks! AN: There’s no happy endings here!

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Desperado 2

Tom sat at the bar, drink in his hand as he stares around the dimly lit bar. His tired eyes scanning over the people in the room. A group of men playing pool in the back corner, their drunken antics bouncing off the walls of the pub. Other couples drunkenly dancing in front of the speakers which were blaring some kind of alternate rock Tom didn’t really much care for. He lifts the glass to his lips and empties the contents, the whiskey gliding down his throat with ease. With a grunt he slams the glass back down on the bar, his eyes finding the bartender’s instantly.

“Another one, add it to my tab”, he huffs out, his hand coming up to rub his face. Tom closes his eyes as he listens to the bartender top up his glass. He takes another mouthful and opens his eyes to gaze back around the bar. A frown makes its way onto his face as he notices a girl in the corner of the room. She’s standing close by to the guys playing pool. Her hair cascades down her back in soft elegant waves as she stands. Tom grips his glass as his eyes travel up and down her form. He swallows as he drinks in the sight of her. The black material of her dress hugs her curves beautifully, her heels accentuating her stocking clad legs. Tom stares at her face, her expression one of complete boredom. Her licks his lips as he watches her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Never has he seen someone so delicate. In mere seconds his day has gone from shit to pretty damn good as he watches the unknown girl. How could she be so effortlessly beautiful? He frowns to himself as thinks about what a girl like that is doing in a dingy glum place that he himself despises. With a huff, he downs the rest of his drink, his eyes never leaving her breathtaking silhouette. Tom sets the now empty glass back down before beginning to make his way over to the corner of the room where the obnoxious group drunkenly play pool, and the beautiful girl who has caught his eye, idly stands watching. His eyes are fixated on her face as he steps around the pool table and moves to stand in front of her. She looks up at him with her wide sparkling eyes, her lips slightly parted.

“Hi love, I’m Tom”, he smirks at her and extends his hand, gently taking hers in his as he lifts it to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

A blush creeps up your neck as you gaze up at the man. Words caught in your throat as your hand sits in his. His brown eyes gazing into your own with pure curiosity.

“Hi Tom”, your voice is barely above a whisper as you gaze back into his eyes. Slowly he lowers your hand, his fingers brushing against your own as he lets go.

“What’s your name love?”, he raises an eyebrow at you, his smirk plastered to his face as he awaits your answer.

“(Y/N)”, you smile slightly, your hands nervously interlocked behind your back. The handsome stranger in front of you smile down at you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N)”, he leans in closer to you, the blended scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne wafting off him in pleasant subtle waves.

“Likewise, Tom”, you relax ad you gaze at his face, your hands falling back to their sides.

“Would you like to have a drink with me love?”, he licks his lips, his posture straightening.

You bite your lip and nod. “No harm in a drink, right?”, you giggle softly as you step around him and begin making your way over to the bar.

Tom smirks as he follows close behind, muttering under his breath as he stares at your back.

“No harm at all”.

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the intern ▿ pt. I

Pairings: reader x ceo!tom

Summary: you’re finishing your last year of university in london, and what better way do to that than with an internship at holland and osterfield’s?

Warnings: mentions of sex, language, tom being a teasing bastard

Words: 1.5k+

a/n: inspired by this picture right here bc damn. based on the prompt “i banged someone last night and they’re interviewing me for a job” from this list and the first episode of grey’s anatomy

here is my masterlist | let me know if i should continue this here ☺︎

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When you wake up, your initial thought is to fall back asleep. It feels too early, you conclude, turning around in the sheets. As you do so, your eyes widen, realizing why you had awakened in the first place. Taking in your surroundings, you also realize that you don’t recognize the room you are in.

The memories of the previous night hit you like a ton of bricks, and you stumble out of bed, in search of your clothes. Stumble was the right word because two seconds later you bump into the nightstand, knocking your phone down on the carpet.

As if it was second nature, your head whips toward the other side of the bed, your muscles tensing as the sleeping figure stirs. You wince, painfully aware that you had woken him up. He turns on his side, his bare chest peeking out from the white comforter. Licking your lips, you take in his muscular build and messy hair, mentally patting yourself on the back.

“Where are you going?” He blinks a few times, a yawn escaping him as he runs his fingers through his hair.

how about something with Tom GC, where you meet him after the play and you two share this moment (lot of eye contact and sexual tension when hugging and funny banter) so he asks you for a drink after, at a bar he gets all drunk and the reader brings him home with her and he is super drunk, and sleeps in your bed and it's super cute and then in the morning your bff is like what?? is that Tom GC in our kitchen and blah stuff like that super fluffy but realistic, I don't know (also I dreamed this)

You Stayed

Tom Glynn-Carney

Synopsis:

Tom was so drunk but he still remembered his confession.

Word Count:

940

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Hi🥰 Congrats on 2k!!! For your blurb night, can I request the reader taking sleeping pills while her and Tom were waiting for their flight and Tom decides to mess with her when they already landed, telling the reader that they missed their flight and stuff like that?

Resting up for the flight

Pairing | Tom Holland x reader

Summary | Based on the request

Warnings | use of sleeping tablets, cheeky Tom, references to sex

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“Don’t be one of those whities who claps when the plane lands, or as of right now, arrives.” You sighed, watching at Tom huffed at your reference, and glared with false betrayal towards you. The line that creased in the margin between his brows amused you, it showed the affect that you were having on him, to which was purposeful.

“Some days, i really hate that you were a fan before this arrangement.” He moved his finger in the space between the pair of you, hinting heavily at the secluded relationship that you were vouched in. It was true, you had been a supporting human within the base of his career audience, but you had no regrets throughout that phase, it had gotten you to where you were now; with Thomas Stanley Holland, the man that had once been a crush, and now, the infatuation was reciprocated, and more realistic.

“How are other days of this arrangement?” You sat up higher in your waiting area seat, looking him directly in the face with executing and wide eyes. “I mean, I’m sure there are a few benefits that I could easily take away, and forbid you from, with a simple word that has you aching to apologise for being so high and mighty about being a celebrity that I used to enjoy watching on a screen.”

“Used to?” He scoffs, shaking his head as he adjusts the cap on his head, leaning back further into the functional furniture of the aircraft. “So, if I believe that I am hearing you correct darling, no longer do you clench your thighs together when you see me through our television in that Spider-Man suit, nor do you take pleasure from seeing me when I get out of it either.”

“Nope.” A smirk covered your face, albeit accompanying your clear lies, that he saw through clearer than he could a window. But you saw this, as an opportunity. It would be easy to rile him up, and frustrate him for the rest of the three hour plane wait, leaving him lonely, and craving to irritate you in return, although, it would be impossible.

He watched your hands with laser eyes as you rifled through your hand bag, locating your pills that you had been permitted to have aboard the flight. To be more specific, they were sleeping pills, that would knock you out into a deep slumber, during the entirety of the time whilst the vehicle was in flight. “Night babe.”

The smirk remained, mocking him as you spilled a couple pills out into the palm of your hand, rolling them under your thumb as you sent him a wink, tossing the small medical pebbles into your mouth, as you reached for his water bottle, which aided in swallowing the tablets.

“Night dear.” Tom replied, as he watched you return the plastic and recyclable container that was filled with water, before your lashes fluttered inaudibly, resting on the beneath of your eyes, as you softly shook your head, before resting the side of it upon his shoulder, nuzzling into him, and inhaling his scent before sleep kidnapped you from consciousness.

A sigh left your lips, as you rubbed your cheek alongside the woollen texture of his black hoodie, feeling how his fingers toyed with the frontal strands of your hair. You could still smell his deodorant, it made you hum at the familiarity, and so the actor realised, that you must’ve forgotten of your attempts of burdening him with coupling annoyance.

“You awake baby?” His accent rendered through your ears, making your nod against him, alongside a small, and meek ‘yes’, that brought an adoring smile onto Tom’s face. “Good. I have to tell you something...”

His silence afterwards had you awakening from your deviant sluggishness, your lids peeling up as tucked into the crook of his elbow, glancing up at him with curious and crusty cornered eyes that had collected dust from your tiredness.

“Wait, what is it Tommy?” You licked your lips expectedly, the corners of your lips tugging up as he pressed a gentle and sweet kiss upon your forehead, retracting slightly, as his hand brushed upon the side of your face. “Tell me sweetie.”

“We um, you looked so pretty sleeping, and - we missed our flight...” instantly you tugged back to get a whole gaze over his face, a gasp pulling from your throat as you stared at him with utmost terror. You had to get home, if you did not, then your boss would be on your ass, and keeping hours of your pay check for your late arrival home.

“No.” You spoke, your lips rubbing together as your mind spiralled in a tornado of overthinking. “You should have woke me up Tom! We’re gonna have to buy new tickets, and who knows when they’ll be for. Next week probably, because they were booked for the holidays. I’m screwed, Waldorf is gonna fire me, and I need that damned promotion!”

Your hands raged in the air, grasping your head from shock as they shook frustratedly, your fingers pulling at your hair, as you glanced away from him, and towards the ground. “Maybe you shouldn’t have taken those tablets.” Tom muttered, his remark causing you to fill yourself up with rage, just as he wanted.

“So it’s my fault, because I was asleep? You were awake Tom, and -“ you stopped yourself from saying any more as your boyfriend began to cackle amusedly, covering his noir with his hand as you managed to hold up your glare on him. “And what are you laughing at Thomas?”

“Our flight is in twenty minutes.” He stated, smirking as you lightly kicked him and crossed your arms over the other. “Don’t pout, it’s hot, like really hot, but you’re not doing it for the reasons i want. And now, you aren’t even speaking to me, so that’s fun.”

“I can’t believe you made me feel bad.” You threw your hands up, exasperated by the situation, as you felt washed over with relief, knowing that the pair of you would return home on time, as expected.

“You felt bad? You sounded more like you were angry at me. I think you need to space out your emotions babe, it’s kinda difficult to decipher just how you are feeling.” In a sudden, you turned to him, sucking your cheeks in to compose an expression towards him, as your pupils focused harshly upon him.

“I think I’m going to take those benefits away...” Tom realised that he had messed up, and he was about to try and convince you that his joke was harmless, more so since you were going home, the place where he was eager to reap particular benefits of being with you.

Hey!! I follow your for such a long time :) Can I take the ✌🏼 emoji? And my request is the reader singing while she's in the shower and it's the first time tom has ever heard her sing and he's in total awe

You can freely take that emoji hun, I hope to hear from you ♥️ also I hope you like the imagine x

Bathroom acoustics

Tom Holland x reader

Masterlist

Warnings; fluff, nudity, mention of breakup, angst

divider by @firefly-graphics

“Come on Tess.” Tom entered his new apartment with his girl in tow, unclipping her leash as he closed the door, the presence of you absent from the front room. That was strange; since the pair of you had moved into this established apartment together, you had been cooped up in the space of the living room, organising every objective that you set your eyes on. He could see that the television was set up, it was playing some muted sitcom, something that you had randomly left it on as you parted from the environment.

As he delved into the new home, that he had jointly purchased with you, he ignored the freshly made pot of tea that was in the maker, scouring past the kitchen, and towards the bedroom. Though before he entered, the sound of running water ignited in his ears; it was coming from the bathroom. Tom found him rather tempted to join you, and slide into the room, discarding his clothes, but instead, he stopped in his sexual thoughts, as he heard your voice.

No, you weren’t speaking; you were singing! It was a sound he had never heard from you, and to him, the ballads of your voice sounded like the tone of an angel, they were strung together so perfectly and had purified Tom’s mind. His hand slipped from the handle as he heard you preach the lyrics of Drivers Licence, by Olivia Rodrigo.

“Cause they’ll never know you the way I do...” that lyric hit him hard, because that portion of the song was true. Nobody had the same perspective of him as you did, the world had this image of him, and whilst it was him, there were aspects that his friends would never see.

The way when he awoke, his lips would stretch in a yawn, as both his hands immediately went to reach for his girls; you and Tessa. He often had bad dreams that entailed losing one of you, and although his career was important to him, the world did not know how much his family meant to him.

The night that the two of you had met, had been one of mixed emotions. It was on the corner of the road, you were waiting for a bus. He was just supposed to be passing with Harry, that was until he turned his head to the side, revealing you to his sight, streaks of mascara cascading down your face like bars on a jail cell.

He had been unable to help himself, he couldn’t pull himself away from his selfless actions, he went to sit beside you, as he told his sibling to continue walking, and asked sincerely if you were okay. As you had turned to look at him, recognition had been portrayed in your eyes, but you played it off, it was already embarrassing enough for a celebrity to see you cry, let alone see you fangirl whilst you were experiencing one of the, you thought to be, worst moments of your life.

Later, after conversing with you for a while, you had told him how your boyfriend had broken up with you for some blonde girl, whose name you didn’t know. It was clear that you were feeling insecure, and whilst that was understandable considering the situation, Tom couldn’t fathom why anyone would leave someone like you. You were so beautiful, even with smeared makeup, and Tom was certainly that despite you being in pain, it was a blessing in cruel disguise that you had endured a breakup.

There was something about you that peeked a level of true intrigue within him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why he was so pulled into your midst, it was like fate was tugging him around on a string, and it had landed him next to you, whilst it rained, under the shelter of a bus stop. “I’m y/n.” You had said, and Tom told himself that he’d never forget it.

And thus, he asked for your number, wanting to keep in contact with you, and now here the both of you were, nothing more than a door between you as you took him back to the early days with the power of your voice. He felt his eyes glossing over as he felt the succumbing feeling of gratefulness wash over him; there were many things that he was blessed to have in his life, and you were on the top of the scales.

Now every time you cried, he was there, urgently reassuring you and being a pillar of support in your life. He hated seeing you cry, but that one night, if he had not seen your suffering, there was a chance that the two of you would have never met. And that would have been horrific, he’d have no path that he was holding tightly onto, clutching with adoration every time he had to leave for work, or do press. He hated the distance but no matter what, you were always supportive of him and his enduring career, and that was how he had fallen in love with you to start things off.

A light frown pried at his features as he felt your voice dwindle into light hums, the sound of the water shutting off. He was caught in his breathless gaze as you opened the door, nothing more than a towel wrapped around the tranquil beauty of your body. There were beads of clinging water rolling down your neck, and Tom could not help the transfixed gasp that tripped out from his lips.

“Why are you creeping around like a peeping Tom?” You laughed at your own pun, crossing your arms over your chest, shifting your breasts slightly up, but Tom’s attention was elsewhere. His doe eyes were darting across the perfect landscape of your face as his tongue darted out to take a swipe at his own lip.

“I heard you.” He revealed, shrugging lightly as you quirked a sodden brow at him. “Your singing; it was beautiful and amazing and took my breath away, just like the rest of your entirety. Why didn’t your tell me you had the voice of an angel?” An embarrassed roll of your eyes came at a stand point as you instinctively crinkled the bridge of your nose.

“There are many things I can do Holland.” You cocked your head, unraveling the fabric from around the spiral of your body, dropping it to the ground at your feet. “Would you like to explore what else I am able to do?” Tom’s eyes went wide, but he certainly wasn’t going to pass up the offer.