#Tom holland protective

[jahayla-parker]

Cannot Be Broken : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 2.9k wc, reader is dating tom and get into a situation in which overly aggressive and/or eager fans end up hurting her and he has to help take care of it and her.

Warnings: I think two curse words, angry Tom, mention of broken bones and bruises, otherwise fluff

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“Love! I was just going to call you” Tom cheered as he answered y/n’s phone call.

“Tom…” y/n muttered in a hushed tone.

“Y/n? What’s going on? What’s wrong?” He responded, instantly picking up on her distressed tone.

“I… there was an incident with some fans” she explained quietly as she kept looking around to ensure no one else was coming.

“What? What do you mean? Where are you?” He panicked, beginning to list off the countless questions going through his mind.

“I’m in the park outside that little bistro we went to last week” she scrambled, still in a daze, “I don’t recall the name”.

“That’s okay, I know where it is” he assured her, trying to keep his voice soft as he rushed to the rental car as to not increase her stress.

“Can… I know you’re still on set … but can you come get me? Or send someone?” She begged with a sniffle.

Tom never thought it was possible to have his heart break over a sound when he couldn’t even see the cause for his angst but now he knew it was.

He pressed his lips into a tight line as he composed himself quickly, “yes of course love, I was planning on it already. I'm on my way”.

“Thank you T” she sighed.

“You don’t need to thank me, just stay on the phone with me yeah?” Tom requested, pulling out of the lot.

“Okay” she agreed, keeping her voice down to not attract anyone else.

Upon pulling up near the bistro, Tom threw the car into park and practically stumbled out of his car due to being in such a hurry.

He looked around rapidly, trying to see any signs of his girlfriend’s presence.

Once he saw what seemed to someone leaning against a tree by themselves, he bolted across the street and into the park.

As he neared the person, he noticed his gut feeling was right, it was y/n.

Pleased with the visual confirmation he sprinted the rest of the way and slid to his knees to stop as he finally reached her.

Y/n flinched slightly from his sudden approach before she saw it was Tom.

She then threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to catch her breath.

“Shhh” he soothed, rubbing her back.

“I was so scared” she mumbled lowly, clinging onto him tightly.

Tom sighed and increased his grip on her, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head, “oh, y/n”.

She sniffled and leaned into him more.

Once she stopped shaking and her breathing steadied, Tom pulled back just enough to see her.

"Who did this to you? Where are they?" Tom asked, glancing around the nearly empty park.

“They’re gone Tom” she promised, squeezing his hand.

He sighed and looked back at her as her hand shook in his.

“Hey, listen to me. You're safe. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you, okay?” He swore, brushing her tangled hair from her forehead.

“Okay” she agreed, nodding minimally.

"I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly” he told her, letting of her hand as he looked her over.

She nodded, “not great. It really hurts”.

Tom clenched his jaw in anger that not only was she terrified but she seemed to be injured also.

"Show me where it hurts” he requested, grabbing her hand again.

“My leg mostly, I think I bruised a rib too though” she admitted.

Tom closed his eyes tightly and shook his head.

He opened his eyes as she squeezed his hand to calm him down.

“It’s okay T” she lied, still shaken up by it.

"No it’s not. I don't like seeing you in pain” he frowned.

“Let me see your leg hmm?” Tom requested, reaching for her shin.

She nodded silently and slowly moved her leg by using her arms.

“You can’t move it?” He panicked, looking back to her eyes.

“I can, but it hurts, this is better” she assured him.

He once again shook his head in frustration but reached down yet again.

“Here?” He asked as he tenderly set his palm down on her knee.

“No, lower” She corrected.

He lowered his hand but promptly pulled away as she winced upon his hand contacting her shin.

“Anywhere else?” He asked, looking back at her.

“My ankle is … it’s really bad T… I can’t put weight on it” y/n groaned.

Tom nodded slowly as he thought over how to handle this.

Fortunately y/n had pulled her hoodie over her so she hadn’t been recognized again since the incident.

Tom hadn’t even had a second to consider that, but the park seemed fairly empty and y/n had chosen a more hidden spot.

“I’m going to carry you to the car okay?” Tom asked, wanting to make sure she was okay with the plan.

“No, I just need you to help me walk. My other leg is fine” y/n countered.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind love, we just need to get you to a doctor” Tom explained.

“Yeah, it’ll probably draw more attention for you to carry me” she thought, “plus, my rib hurts when I bend”.

He frowned at the idea of her struggling to move to rest against the tree beside her.

Tom stood up and held his hand down to her.

As she stood up and balanced on one foot, Tom stood by her injured side and hooked his arm around her waist, "lean on me."

She nodded and slowly put her arm over his shoulder but kept her torso straight to not move her rib cage.

Tom noticed y/n nervously staring at a group of people at the edge of the park.

“Love, you’re gonna be okay, just hold on." He promised, squeezing her hip.

She looked up at him and nodded as she took a deep breath and walked with him to the car.

“Stay with me” he whispered into her ear as he took a less crowded pathway.

Once he got her into the car, she started silently crying, covering her mouth with her hand.

Tom noticed as he looked over at her the second he got into the driver’s seat, “oh darling! It’s alright... It’s okay... I’m here now. I’ve got you”.

She sniffled and wiped her face as he leaned across the console between them.

“I’m sorry, it just.. it was a lot” she mumbled, looking at her lap shamefully.

“Shhh” Tom cooed, holding her hands tightly, “you’re safe now. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe”.

As they neared the emergency entrance, Tom squeezed her hand before handing her a pair of sunglasses.

“Thank you” she whispered, placing them on over her reddened eyes.

“Always, stay seated, I’m getting a wheelchair” Tom said, not waiting to hear her argument he knew would be coming.

Within minutes Tom had exited the hospital with a wheelchair and a security guard next to him.

“Love, I’m going to help you into the chair, Serge here is going to help me keep you safe” Tom explained as he opened her door.

As the couple waited in y/N’s assigned emergency room, y/n stared at Tom as he glared at the floor.

“Tommy” she whispered, his eyes snapping to her instantly.

“Can we cuddle?” She asked shyly.

He nodded instantly but paused mid stance, “ Are you sure that’s not going to hurt?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know yet but I need your arms around me, I’m still …”

He nodded again and helped her move on the stretcher so he could embrace her.

Tom tenderly pulled her head to him so she was resting her head on his chest.

As she calmed down, she noticed Tom’s tension.

“I'm okay now. I’m safe. You don't have to be angry anymore” she told him, tilting her head to look up at him.

“You don’t know that, we don’t have the results yet” Tom argued, squeezing her waist closer to him.

“True” she admitted, “but we’ll get through this, together, even though I’m hurt”.

Tom smiled softly down at her, “of course we will. I’m not okay with that, though."

“Not okay with not letting them break us?” She asked, scrunching her brows slightly.

Tom chuckles and shook his head, “absolutely not that. No, I’m not okay with you being hurt”.

Y/n hummed and nodded, snuggling closer to him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them” Tom growled, pacing back and forth in the tiny hospital room.

Y/n sighed, thanking the doctor for his diagnosis as he left the room to give them privacy.

Tom kept muttering under his breath as he clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly.

Y/n glanced over at Harry who had since joined them and was supposed to be helping Tom calm down.

Harry shrugged, “this was excessive this time y/n”.

Tom glanced over with a firm nod, “that’s understating it”.

“Tooommm” y/n sighed, reaching her hand out towards him.

As he looked into her y/e/c eyes he paused his pacing and walked to her, taking ahold of his hand.

He sighed with an ever present look of worry on his face as he stood by her, “sorry love… it’s just I think about anything happening to you and I- I just… fucking lose it. And it actually happened!”

She nodded, squeezing his hand, “I know, but I’ll be fine”.

After a few minutes, Harry and y/n convinced Tom to sit down on the chair next to her.

He held firmly onto her hand as the doctor entered the room to give instructions on how to take care of her injuries.

While exhaustion made it hard for y/n to pay attention, Tom’s focus has never been better.

Harry suspected if it were needed Tom could’ve recited the doctor’s words verbatim.

“Waaaiit” y/n giggled, making Tom roll his eyes as he smiled at her.

“Whhhyy is this herrre? Itchhess “ She whined as she tugged on her IV.

Tom sighed, peeling her fingers away gently, “It’s for your pain meds love, don’t touch it”.

“Noo p-p-paaain” She mumbled with a shrug.

Tom laughed quietly as she batted her eyes at him, “That’s because the meds are working”.

“I’m serious Baz” Tom grumbled, watching as y/n rested.

Harry groaned, “mate I get it but it’s already over”.

Tom glared at him, “What stops it from happening again?!”

His brother shrugged, “nothing I guess. But there’s nothing you can do Tom”.

Tom bounced his leg anxiously as he continued holding onto her hand while thinking through his options.

“Harry, just hold it” Tom argued, glaring at his brother as he shoved his cellphone into his hands.

Harry groaned but nodded, turning on Tom’s camera.

Tom shook out his hands as he stared into the camera, “I realize I probably should not post this. As those of you who did this just want attention. But how are your actions even CLOSE to being proportionate to her taking a photo with fans?!”

Baz nodded in agreement as he signaled for Tom to continue, and Tom thought over the details of the instance she told him and what he saw online.

Tom sighed loudly, “I have seen some of you posting happy comments about it. You must feel like a real badass right about now, yeah? Yelling and frightening and trying to humiliate someone with more decency and respect than you. Except you're not a badass, you know. You’re just a coward”.

Harry’s eyes widened behind the camera but nodded again to show he agreed and encourage Tom to keep going.

“I can’t believe some of the comments are suggesting you did this to try and convince us to break up. That’s none of your business” he growled.

“Leave us alone, because you’re not going to break us. It is unacceptable to hurt someone to get attention or to get your way. We will be taking additional measures moving forward to ensure this cannot happen again” Tom concluded, a harsh look being sent into the camera before signaling for Harry to turn the camera off.

"Don't even think about trying to walk with that leg. If you need something, call me and I'll do it for you, clear?” Tom asked, taking y/N’s boot off for the night.

She nodded and leaned into the pillows he set behind her.

“Are you leaving?” She asks shyly.

“No, no, course not” he rushed out breathily, “I just need to call my agent to discuss more security for us”.

Y/n sighed and poured at him, “Toomm…”

His cheeks flushed, “you can call it overreacting if you feel inclined to do so, but I must look after your safety darling”.

“Okay, but don’t be too long please “ she grinned.

Tom chuckled, setting her pill bottles next to their bed, “be right back”.

“Better?” She asked as he came back in.

Tom chuckled and gave her a smile before crawling into their bed, “for now, I had to leave a message”.

Y/n nodded, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer.

“Hold on, easy” he said, delicately helping her adjust her position so he could hold her without hurting her bruised ribs.

“Comfortable?” He asked, his lips resting on her scalp.

She smiled to herself, “very”.

“The next episode is going to start Tom!” Y/n shouted from the couch.

“Watch it without me darling, just update me when I’m back” he laughed, making loud noises in the kitchen.

“What’re you doing?” She pressed, trying to see around the corner.

Tom laughed, “Sam may have taught me some things, no need to doubt me, thank you! I’m making us some lunch”.

Y/n frowned and tossed the blanket off her lap, moving her injured leg slowly to the ground.

She adjusted the straps and inflation to make it support her better before standing.

Y/n knocked her water bottle on the ground in the process.

She picked it up and as she turned around to walk to the kitchen, she saw Tom walking into the living room.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to make your injury worse?" He reprimanded, dropping the kitchen towel in his hands and walking her way.

“I feel like such a jerk, lying here on the couch while you do all the work. Injured or not, I should be doing something." She argued, walking closer.

He held his hand out to tell her to stop, “Darling, you’re not a jerk. I want you to rest your leg, now sit back down”.

Y/n sighed but complied as he came and tucked her in again.

"I swear, if you try and sneak out before you're fully healed, I'll strap you to the couch” Tom swore, kissing her forehead.

Y/n pressed her lips into a tight line as she suppressed a giggle.

He smirked when she nodded in compliance, “perfect, I’ll be done soon!”

Y/n rolled her eyes as his eagerness to take care of her as he dashed back to the kitchen.

As she waited, the tv paused so she didn’t get ahead of him in their show, y/n scrolled social media.

She saw plenty of comments from caring fans who were apologetic or worried about her.

But she also saw several who were attacking her or Tom, or their relationship.

This was not unusual but it related to her injuries this time mostly.

Saying things like this would be a major break in their relationship or that the fans were going to be responsible for her and Tom breaking up soon.

“Tommy, do you have the photos Harry sent to your mom yesterday when updating her on the situation?” She asked.

Tom peaked his head out of the kitchen with his eyebrow raised, “yeah, why?”

Y/n grinned at him, “I felt like making a post”.

Tom only raised his eyebrow higher as he stared at her.

“I know I know, I told you that you didn’t need to do that live you did. This is different… sorta. I won’t mention you in it” y/n said.

He laughed and rolled his eyes teasingly, “tag away my love. My phone should be next to the remote, password is Tessa and then your month and day of your birthday”.

Y/n blushed and nodded, thanking him as she grabbed his phone.

She aggressively typed a long winded message asking fans to leave Tom out of this and that what happened wasn’t okay but had nothing to do with their relationship nor would it impact so.

But, as she stared at her phone, she sighed and deleted it.

Instead, she simply uploaded the photo of Tom holding her hand while she was in the ER and the photo of her in the car with her boot on after the ER with a brief caption.

She typed, “May have broken a few bones 🙃 but you can’t break us ❤️” And tagged Tom’s Instagram before posting it.

She set her phone down just as Tom’s went off.

“Do you have notifications turned on for my posts?” She gasped.

Tom chuckled and walked over to the coffee table next to her, “Of course, not let’s see what you posted”.

As he looked at the post, his lips broke into a grin showing his dimples.

“We cannot be broken” He agreed, bending down to give her a kiss.

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I’m afraid of losing you

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, self-doubt, worried Tom

Summary: You’re away filming a movie, when a stunts goes wrong. Tom gets worried when he doesn’t hear from you all day so he goes online to find a headline reporting your hospitalization He books the first flight to see you. 

Words: 4.5k

Pairings:  Tom Holland x actress!reader

A/N: I watched Spider-Man No Way Home yesterday and I am not okay. So if anyone wants to chat about it, feel free to message me :) Anyway, I feel like the beginning of this oneshot sucks a little, but I don’t want to delete it, because it is necessary to introduce the reader’s relationship with Tom and set the context for the scene. But it gets better in the end I promise! ^^

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Tom and you had met years ago when you were both cast alongside on a movie. Since then, you had become best friends, not being able to go a day without talking.

You would go to the gym or movies together, shopping or meet in cafés for lunch.

But as much as you liked to go out, staying at Tom's house for movie nights or board game evenings with the boys had become a routine for you too. You had never felt so at ease with someone before, being completely comfortable in his presence and feeling safe and grounded.

You knew how much fun you could have together, but if you needed to talk your heart out, you could trust Tom no matter what. Being an upcoming actor himself, he understood the struggles you faced in the industry.

If you got in your head before a particular movie scene, he would talk you through your anxiety and even though he couldn't be with you on set, you felt reassured, and it calmed you.

When he felt stressed before an upcoming press tour, worried that he would once again spoil something that could ruin the film experience for the viewers and get him in trouble with the producers, you would help him come up with answers to avoid such moments.

Being apart when one of you was working on a movie or doing press tour was hard, but you had found ways to make it less painful by sharing your daily lives through snaps and face timing whenever possible, even if that meant during the only lunch break you got or when your make-up artist was working her wonders.

You had to admit, meeting Tom was probably the best thing that could have happened to you, yet neither of you ever mentioned the level your friendship had grown to.

To others it was clear you were more than friends, behaving most of a time like a couple, but you two always came up with the same answer.

"We're just best friends."

At the moment you were separated, Tom doing press while you were filming a new movie. You had gotten the lead role, which the two of you had celebrated with your closest friends just a month ago. You were both nervous and excited, never having been the lead of a movie before.

"It's just perfect", you were currently gushing, hearing Tom chuckle at the other end of the phone. It had been the day of your costume fit, which you had been nervous about all week. You wouldn’t wear your costume for most of the film, which you had been more disappointed about than you liked to admit, but it would still be one of the most important parts of it.

It would be a display of who your character was becoming. Something that had always been trapped inside of her finally coming to the surface.

How your costume would suit you would determine the movie experience and your performance, and you wanted to do all the hard work that had gone into creating it justice.

"Then why don't you just show me?", Tom tried once again, but you shook your head laughing. "Absolutely not! You will have to wait and see it when everyone else does."

"You're cruel, you know that?" You grinned in satisfaction. You were beyond excited for Tom to see you in your role as the main character, but you couldn't help and feel nervous about it too. What if you expected a much bigger reaction that he would show? What if you overestimated yourself?

"You really think there won't be any leaks before the trailer drops or the posters come out?" Tom sounded amused, but there was also a slight undertone to his voice. He was beyond curious to see you in the costume, knowing how much it meant to you, and he hated being left in the dark. But more than that he hated that he couldn’t see you.

"Oh, definitely not. But until then I can enjoy your efforts to get me to show it to you", you smirked, right as your assistant entered the costume department.

"Right, I gotta go. See you this evening?" "I'll call you once the last interview is done."

With a smile on your lips, you hung up, spinning once more in front of the mirror before making your way onto set for your first take in costume.

-

The day had been amazing, but at the same time exhausted you more than anything. You were currently lying in your trailer’s bed, your phone propped up beside you so you could pretend that Tom was lying next to you.

You had called him the second you had entered your trailer and thrown on some comfy clothes. You had skimmed over your lines for tomorrow when something had caught your eye. A little comment that hadn’t been there before this morning. “Include stunt” was all it said.

When you had asked your assistant about it she had nodded, telling you that due to the weather they would reschedule shooting a particular scene and fit in a different one instead. One that included you doing a stunt.

Your first stunt.

You had never been part of a movie that required you to do stunts and even though it couldn’t be too serious, considering they planned on you doing it and not one of your stunt doubles, you still got sick when you thought about it.

"Trust me it will be fine. You will be amazing!" Tom's voice sounded full of confidence, but you couldn't help but sigh. "I don't know. I have never worked on such a big movie before. I don't want to let people down", you admitted, fumbling at the hem of your bedding to ease your nerves.

You were beyond nervous, but you knew telling Tom about the scene would only make him worry. Besides, he often did his own stunts, so you didn't want to make a big deal about yours and appear weak. Instead you had kept the conversation general, voicing your concerns while trying to not give away too much.

"They chose you for a reason, (y/n). They wanted you for this role, because they believe you are the best fit for it, and they are right. You are an incredible actress, I don't have to tell you that!"

"I don't mind hearing it from you", you tried to lighten the mood and could see the smile on his face, even in his dimly light hotel room.

"Thanks for the encouragement. You know it means a lot to me",

"Anytime."

--

It had been a surprisingly full day of interviews. When Tom finally stepped into his hotel room, he allowed himself a breath of relief. Pulling out his phone he felt excited to see what you had been up to today. Maybe you even had time for a call. Talking to you would make him feel much better.

But his smile fell when he opened his phone to no messages, calls or snaps from you. Maybe you had a busy day too, he knew how hectic shooting could get, but usually you sent him at least an update during your lunch break.

Disappointed he tapped on your contact, hoping you would pick up the video call so he could see that you were fine. But the seconds passed, and nothing happened. Frustrated he decided to busy himself enough and call you again later.

But he couldn't focus on much else when his mind was telling him that something was off. Even with a busy schedule, you always managed to sneak in a call or text Tom a funny story from set. It didn't feel like you to be so quiet.

Twenties minutes had passed when Tom couldn't take it anymore and called you again. But he didn't have more luck this time.

You hadn't posted anything on Instagram either, not that he had expected you to. But his eyes caught on to something else.

"Praying for you!", "I hope you'll get better soon!" and similar messages had been left under your last photo. His heart began racing. Not quite understanding what was going on he kept on scrolling through the comments, trying to find something that could explain to him what had happened.

But the endless messages of worried fans only caused him to panic more. So he typed your name into the search engine instead, figuring a web search would provide him with more insightful answers.

And he was proven right when a headline popped up: "Stunt gone wrong: Terrible accident at set leaves actress (y/n) (y/l/n) hospitalized."

Tom felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart missing a beat as the shock hit him. Without a second thought he called his manager, telling him to cancel his upcoming events and book the next flight to LA.

-

You woke up covered by sheets that felt warm and cosy but a bit too heavy. Blinking your eyes open you groaned as they were met with bright light, blinding you for a few seconds and sending a wave of pain through your skull.

"Hey, you're awake", you heard a familiar voice and turned your head to the side to find your manager Julie sitting next to your bed.

"What happened?", you asked in confusion as you tried to make sense of the situation.

You were lying in a hospital bed, that detail you had figured out already, but you had no memory of how you had come from set to this clinic.

It didn't make sense.

"You can't remember?", she questioned, and you shook your head, regretting the action when a sharp pain caused you to wince.

"Alright, let me get the doctor first." She squeezed your hand in reassurance before leaving her spot next to your bed and exiting the room.

You took a long breath to calm the unease you felt and gazed around the room. It looked like any other hospital room: White walls, machines that looked important on your right and a big window to your left.

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to recall the events of the day, but your last memory included marching up to the set-in full costume and make-up. You remembered feeling slightly sick due to the nervousness you felt for the upcoming scene, but after that your mind was blank.

You couldn’t even remember what scene you had been supposed to shoot.

The sound of the door opening caused you to snap back to reality. You saw a man with grey hair and a white doctor's coat entering the room alongside your manager.

Only now you noticed how stressed and a little tired she looked. Her hair that was usually pulled neatly into a ponytail now sporting a few strands falling out of it and framing her face. It looked nice, giving her a softer appearance , if you ignored the bags under her eyes.

"Miss (y/l/n), it's good to see you're awake", the doctor announced, and you put on a polite smile.

After he had introduced himself to you, he began his quick examination.

"We did a CT-scan, but it came back clear. Looks like you were lucky", he began telling you about your condition. "You have a concussion and two broken ribs as well as a sprained ankle and multiple bruises."

You listened carefully, stunned at what he was telling you but at the same time the words didn't seem to really sink in. "We want to keep you here at least two more days for supervision. Concussions are no fun, but the symptoms such as headaches, disorientation, nausea and problems concentrating should only last a few days."

You nodded, but still couldn't comprehend what he was telling you. "Why am I here though?", you asked, looking at Julie for an answer. "How did this happen?"

She exchanged a look with the doctor, as if to ask for his approval, which didn't help soothing your unease.

"What is the last thing you remember?", she asked cautiously, and you closed your eyes to recall the last moments you could think of.

"I put on my costume and walked towards set. I was a little nervous for the upcoming scene, but I don't even remember what scene we were supposed to film." You hated how helpless you felt, not knowing what had happened to you.

"We were about to film your first real stunt scene", your manager began telling you. "It ought to be an easy stunt which you could perform yourself. In the scene you're on a skyscraper. You were lowered down on a robe, but-", she paused, clearly uncomfortable with what was to follow.

"Let's just say something went terribly wrong. It wasn't your fault though. But you fell from a decent height. Since you were supposed to continue the scene on the ground in one take there weren't any mats. It was all supposed to be safe. We talked through it multiple times and we would have never agreed for you to do it yourself, if they wouldn't have assured us that it was not dangerous in any way. I-"

"Hey, hey!", you cut her off, sensing that she was going off on a ramble. "I know you would never put me in a dangerous situation. I trust you and I trust the crew. I am sure there is a good explanation for all of it", you reasoned.

"You could have gotten seriously injured!", she inquired, and you had to remind yourself that she had probably been right there and seen it all happen. You could only imagine how hard it must have been for her the past hours.

Not just the pressure to deal with the media and all the legal criteria that came with a job accident, but the horror as to what she had witnessed happen to you. She had been your manager from day one, went through the highs and lows of trying to become a successful actress in the industry with you and never left your side.

She had been keen on getting to really know you and spending time off work together, insisting that a friendship would be the best basis for a good work relationship, and she had been right.

You could not imagine your life without her as your manager and considered her one of your closest friends.

"I am fine", you promised her. "How about you try and get some rest too? You look exhausted and I can only imagine how stressful the past hours must have been for you."

She let out a light chuckle. "They really have been", she admitted but her gaze quickly turned stern again, "but there is still so much to take care of-" "Hey, that can wait a little", you cut her off before she could continue.

"You will need all your energy for it so the best you can do is take a break and rest so you can recharge. Then when you come back you will be able to give it your full attention."

"That's what I am always telling you!"

You chuckled. "It sucks having to hear that when it goes against all your instincts, doesn't it?"

Your manager laughed. "I definitely prefer it to be the other way around", she grinned.

"But why can't I remember anything?", you questioned, your eyes darting back to the doctor who had watched your little encounter in silence.

"Memory loss is not uncommon while experiencing a traumatic head injury", the doctor stated. "It can either be temporary or long lasting, but we can’t determine that at this point. You just have to wait and see if the memories return."

You sighed, your head still foggy making it hard to think clear. "So you're saying I might not ever remember?" The doctor nodded and you gulped.

Silence filled the room as you considered that thought. Maybe it was good if you never remembered the accident. But it didn't feel right to you, as if you had lost a part of yourself with it.

"That was a lot. How about you take some more rest. I assume your head must be hurting quite a lot", the doctor spoke up and you smiled a little sheepish.

"So obvious?", you asked, and he gave you a friendly smile. "I can instruct a nurse to give you more painkillers. I have to warn you, they are quite strong so they will make you a little foggy and sleepy, but in this case it might even help you rest."

You sighed in defeat. "Fine. But just for one night. After that no more painkillers. I need to be level-headed and awake for dealing with the fallout."

"That sounds reasonable", the doctor agreed and left the room to inform the nurse.

"Get some rest", Julie said, squeezing your shoulder before grabbing her things to leave. "You too", you reminded her, before you were left alone again.

You were glad to have time to breath now without someone watching your every move.

You had convinced July that you were fine and that she didn't have to worry about you. But slowly everything that had happened started to dawn on you. And you felt beyond terrified.

-

"Hey, sweetheart, there is someone here to see you", a female voice woke you from your slumber. You blinked your eyes in irritation, needing a moment for the disorientation to fade.

"How long have I slept?", you asked the nurse, who was scribbling something down onto a clipboard in her hands. "Quite a while", she answered vaguely, and you could see from the light which was illuminating the room that a new day must have begone.

"He isn't a family member, but he insisted to see you. Is it okay if I send him in?", she asked and you furrowed your brows, confused as to who would come and visit you this soon.

"He is quite handsome, if I may say so", she added with the hint of a smile.

Maybe some lawyer, you figured. You didn’t even want to imagine what was awaiting you. You didn’t want to start a lawsuit against the production company, but you slowly seemed to realize what had happened to you. What could have happened to you.

What if you would have never been able to work again? What if your injuries had been more severe and you would have never been yourself again? What if you had died?

You were glad that you didn’t have to deal with it alone and that a lawyer could handle it.

"That's fine with me", you told her, and she nodded, giving you a quick look over. "If you need painkillers, you can call someone using that button", she signalled to a red button that was closely positioned next to your bed.

"Thanks, but I want to be by my full senses. These meds always make me so sleepy."

She nodded, giving you a small smile before leaving the room.

Only a split second later someone bolted through the door.

"They really had me wait for visiting hours to begin", was the first thing you heard, spoken in a British accent you knew just too well.

A moment later he came into view and your mouth opened in disbelief at the reality that he was here.

"Tom? What are you doing here?", you gasped.

He was here. So quickly after what had happened he had come for you. And from the way he looked, messy hair, reddened cheeks, tired eyes, and wrinkled shirt, you concluded he had gotten the first flight without a second thought. Not that you wouldn’t have done the same if it had been him.

His eyes were looking you up and down, in search of visible injuries you figured. Suddenly you felt very self-aware in your clothing.

"I read what happened, so I booked the next flight. No one could tell me anything yet and I had to see you!", Tom explained, a bit out of breath from storming into your room.

Even though he looked exhausted, you noticed how worked up he was, full of adrenaline that he could finally see you.

Stepping closer to your bed, Tom tried to get a better look at you.

You could see his face fall when he noticed the bruises and rashes on your body. "You okay?", he asked, and his voice suddenly sounded very low and defeated.

As if all the energy had just left his body and he finally felt the exhaustion hit him.

"I am fine", you reassured him, but you knew it wouldn't be easy to convince him. "It's just a concussion, a few broken ribs and a sprained ankle. Nothing that won't heal with time."

Tom's frown deepened at that. "You could have seriously gotten hurt", he stated. "But I didn't. I am right here."

You tried to sooth him with your words, knowing that the last hours probably must have been hell for him. Not knowing if you were well...

You didn't even want to imagine it the other way around. Tom did many of his own stunts and the thoughts of what could go wrong suddenly seemed to overwhelm you.

"I can't lose you", he admitted, his voice sounding so small, a stark contrast to the moment he had marched into the room that it nearly broke your heart. "You didn't and you won't", you promised.

He sat down next to your bed, pulling the chair July had previously occupied as close to your bed as he could. Cautiously he took your hand into his and you were immediately filled with warmth.

"How did you find out?", you asked, and he shifted his gaze to your hands when he began telling you how worried he had been when you hadn't contacted him all day and hadn't answered his calls. He told you how he had noticed the comments on Instagram and had then found the headline reporting your accident.

"I am sorry you had to find out this way. I am sure July would have called you later, but she was very overwhelmed with all of what was happening", you told him after he had finished.

Tom drew small circles on the back of your hand before looking up at you. "I am just glad you're okay", he whispered, and you squeezed his hand in return.

"When I arrived, July told me you don't remember the accident."

You adverted your eyes, the unease filling you again when you thought about it. Not trusting your voice, you nodded in response.

"Maybe that's good though, right? I mean, this way you won't have to get reminded of it when you think about it."

You caught his gaze and Tom stilled, sensing that it was bothering you more than you liked to admit.

"I don't know", you muttered. "It doesn't feel right, you know? And what if it all comes back when I return to set and I freak out-"

"You won't have to go through that alone." Tom's voice was gentle but determined. "The company owes you quite a lot after what happened. During your recovery time they will shoot the stunt scenes with trained stuntman and women. You won't have to do any stunts or anything else you don't want feel comfortable doing."

You felt a little relief at his words, but there was disappointment to it too. "I thought I would finally feel like a hero too", you admitted, and Tom's eyes widened in surprise.

"What do you mean?"

You sighed. "I just-", you began, collecting your words. "You do all of these crazy stunts all the time. I finally have this role where I can experience what it feels like to play a hero. But now I won't do any of the fighting scenes. It's what makes her the badass she is, and it will all just be fake."

“That’s not true. You don’t have to do crazy stunts to prove how brave you are. And your courage and determination isn’t fake. That’s what makes her the hero, not that she knows how to use a sword and fight bad guys.”

You knew he was right. Spider-Man would not be the hero he is without Peter Parker. That was what made him stand out. “And I think you’re pretty badass without all of that.” You locked eyes and you chuckled to break the sudden tension.

“Liar”, you whispered with a flustered smile on your lips. 

"What about you though?" Not wanting to talk about yourself any longer, you changed the topic. "You had quite the schedule when I left", you recalled, and he snorted. 

"I cancelled. What- you think I can just keep on doing press while knowing you're in the hospital in God-knows-what condition?"

"Well, if you put it like that." You grinned a little. "But you should get some rest. You look like hell."

"Thank you", Tom remarked with a playful pout. As he took his time to gather his things a thought crossed your mind.

“Can you do one more thing for me before you go?”

Tom’s head shot up and he smiled brightly at you. “Sure! What is it?”

You pointed towards your nightstand where your phone was charging. “I should probably post something so people stop worrying about me. You know, we don’t want people to cancel their plans, book spontaneous flights and other crazy things like that.”

Tom shot you a gaze but let your comment slip with a grin. He might have freaked out a bit, but what if you had gotten seriously hurt and he wouldn’t have been here?

“You wanna do a livestream?”, he asked teasingly, and you shook your head, groaning in pain which caused Tom to furrow his brows in concern. “Stop it”, you told him, before he could start worrying again. “And hell no to that question. A photo with a little text will do.”

Tom nodded, all serious business as he aimed the camera at you.

“Oh, absolutely not”, you piped up as he moved the camera closer to your face. “People want to see you’re well”, he argued. “Yeah, but they don’t need to see it that close.”

Tom rolled his eyes, thinking that to him you looked beautiful even in a hospital gown and a bit beaten up. “I don’t like this”, you announced a second later and Tom groaned in frustration.

“You should join me for the photo”, you declared, causing Tom to raise his brows. “Really?”, he asked, knowing how much weight posting a photo like this could possibly carry. “Positive”, you announced, and he could see the certainty in your eyes.

His heart skipped a beat as he moved to your side, flipping the camera so you could take a selfie together. 

His eyes lit up without him even trying. 

“That’s perfect!” You smiled as you looked at the photo, uploading it to Instagram and writing a quick comment to let your fans know you were fine.

You hesitated just a second, your thumb hovering over the ‘post’ button and your eyes peeking up at Tom for consent. “Go ahead”, he smiled, and you reciprocated it in an instant as you shared the photo with the world.

You knew that Tom and you had to talk about your feelings soon, but for now, you enjoyed the butterflies in your stomach as you watched comments flying in under the photo.

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[holly192]

thinking about how peter parker, a 17 year old kid with trauma and anxiety, has to grieve the death of his aunt (who was basically his only family member left) all alone because everyone he’s ever loved is either dead or has forgotten him. he couldn’t even graduate high school with his best friends, his girlfriend doesn’t know he exists, he has no friends, family or mentors left, he had to find an apartment and pass the ged all alone and he’s only a child. this is the reason why i will never know peace

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

could you do one where the reader is the holland sister who is 15 and has a boyfriend. Her mum lets him come over and the boys get protective and maybe they are in the room with the door closed. They open it and the reader and her bf (choose a name for him) they are cuddling but his hand lays on her ass maybe so they give him a look to say ‘move it’. The reader tells her brothers to do get out

Good at being Protective, or not?

Pairing - Read is Tom Holland’s sister

Summary - Reader having a boyfriend and her brothers being protective.

Warnings - Protective, slight swearing.

A/N - I don’t write much of the reader being Tom’s sister but I’ll give it a shot. Thank you for Requesting, hope you enjoy!

Your mum was in the kitchen after you got back from school, you had a very important question to ask her.

Your brothers were no where to be seen as Harry and Sam wasn’t back from the shops, Paddy wasn’t back from school since he went a different way with his friends and Tom wasn’t back until the weekend.

“Mum, I’ve got a question,” You grinned, standing at the side of your mum.

“Yes, Darling, what is it?” Your mum stopped to look up at you as she was putting the washing in the machine.

“You know, how I’ve been speaking about Luke being my boyfriend,” You smile, leaning back and forth on your feet, “Yes, go on,” Nikki nods, understanding where this conversation is going. It was going to happen eventually, she thinks.

“Well, can I have him over?” You smile, giving those adorable eyes to Nikki. She normally, can’t resist when you do that, “Yes, of course sweet girl,” Nikki gushed, “what does he like to eat?”

“I think …., wound be good,” You nodded, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome, Can you bring your washing for me?” You nodded at your mum, going upstairs smiling.

The next day being Saturday, Luke is coming round as well as all your brothers are going to be there too!

Nikki decided to get all of your brothers out of the house while, You and Luke spend sometime together as she doing chores around the house.

It’s around 2-3pm, Sam chasing Paddy through the door buzzing as ever after being at the golf course with Harry and Tom.

“Hey mum,” Tom and the other boys greeted Nikki, hugging her as they speak to her.

Nikki forgot to mentioned that you was having a boy, who you are dating round. She thought nothing of it since it’s perfectly normal to be going out in teenage years.

You come downstairs with Luke following behind you, you got your hand in his hand.

“Y/N, who’s your friend?” Harry, pointed out to you, “Hang on, he’s a guy,”

“Yh, no shit Sherlock!” You roll your eyes at his stupid comment, you turn to Luke, “Would you like anything to drink?” You smile.

“You never give that smile to me,” Tom gasped, through the door of the kitchen, “Hello, I’m Tom Y/Ns Brother but no funny business because I’m watching you.” Tom shakes his hand.

“Omg, I thought you could be normal but clearly not!” You shook your head, “It’s alright honestly, can I just have water please,” Luke smiled, turning to Tom as you got a cup, “hi, I’m Luke um, Y/Ns boyfriend,”

“I gathered that,” Tom chuckles, “clearly someone didn’t,” Pointing out at Harry, “Hey in my defence a girl can have a guy, who is a friend too. I didn’t want to say something and it isn’t like that.” He puts his hands up.

“Thanks, Y/N,” You nodded, as you pass Lukes water to him.

“Fair, play Bazzy,” You smirked, clearly the nickname to mock him in a way like he’s a child again, “Where’s the other two!”

“What, there is more?” Luke gave you wide eyes, sipping on the water, “yep, unfortunately! Harry here has got a lovely twin and I am a year younger than Paddy,” You explained, whispering at the end, “He’s a bit of a bone brain,”

“Oh, right,” Luke nodded as Paddy comes through, “I heard that, little miss princess,” Tom and Harry laughing, “She ain’t wrong..” Harry mumbled, getting a hard slap from Paddy.

“Hey! Ouch,” Harry whined, Tom still laughing until Paddy hit him too, “You come back here,” Tom gone off to chase Paddy, you can just about to see Sam running after them down the hall too.

You and Luke go up stairs sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.

“Chaos!” You sigh, Luke bringing you into his chest as you lay down on the bed, “No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s that bad,” Luke reassured you.

“That’s good, you smell nice,” You giggle as you lean into his neck, “You smell good too,” Luke brought your head up to kiss you slowly, wondering his hand on your ass.

You stayed there for about 20-30 minutes until your brothers had different plans of not staying downstairs.

“Who’s coming up stairs with me to go into Y/N’s room!” Tom grinned, walking up the stairs.

“Looks like Tessa is coming too!” Sam smirked, “I told them no funny business but I’m doubting that they listened,” Tom told looking back at Harry.

“You might be the oldest but I’m the strongest,” Sam scoffed, playfully at Harry, “Be quiet, they will hear.”

“Who’s opening the door?” Paddy, Whispers looking back at his brothers. They all shrug until sam opens it.

“What music do you like?” You smile as You cuddle into Luke more.

“Uh-,” Luke getting cut off, “What are you doing?” Tom scoffed giving him a firm look, seeing that Lukes arm is wrapped around you and even his hand is on your ass.

“Are you going to move your hand?” Harry, firmly asked. It wasn’t really a question, it was more of an order.

You are stunned at what your brothers are doing right now. Staring at you and Luke like you are doing something much worse than cuddling.

“You better move it,” Sam said, Tom putting his hand on his hips, “sorry, Luke. Guys, get out!” You say ignoring them. You stand up instead, pushing them towards the door.

“But he’s touching your ass, Y/N!” Harry rolled his eyes, “That isn’t acceptable,”

“You all including you! Paddy go downstairs!” You cross your arms, “You even had the door shut, you leave it open!” Tom shook his head, your still trying to push him out of your room.

The other three are actually on the landing but Tom wouldn’t budge. “Oh my, Gosh! Tom Fucking move your heavy!” You shouted, him just laughing.

Luke staring at all of you curious at what is going on. “Fine, fine!” Tom gets out after you hit him against his arm a few times, “Now stay out, go find something else better to do!” You gave a mean face to them all, slamming the door shut.

“Tch, I can’t believe mum ever let Y/N have a boyfriend. And he’s in her room with the door shut,” Tom folded his arm, “I agree,” Harry nodded along with Sam and Paddy.

“Mum, mum!” Harry yelled in the living room, “Yes Harry, what is it?” Nikki turned the hover off, looking at him.

“Y/N has Luke in her room, with the door shut,” Harry smirked, being the protective brother he is, “Yes, I know! Can you please leave them alone, I’ve had complains from Y/N. About you and the others annoying,” Nikki gave him the pointing finger.

“It’s nice that she has a respectful guy, now don’t mess it up please! Thank you, go find something else to do,” Nikki told Harry, continuing back to her hovering.

Harry, huffed back to Tom, Sam and Paddy in the kitchen. They were all getting a snack, “Well?” Sam asked, “Uh, she said leave them alone,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Typical,” Tom and Paddy said at the same time, “Jinx,” Paddy shouted, first.

“You got told by mum,” Sam laughed, “Hey! Actually we all did, freckle face,” Harry smirked coming up with a stupid nickname.

“Curly fry,” Sam laughed harder, Harry and Sam ended up fighting in the kitchen like children. Paddy and Tom was arguing over jinx..

You come downstairs to get food, “I think we are best staying up stairs a while, some protective brothers they are?” Laughing at your own joke as you lay back down with Luke.

[madmadmilk]

seeya later, Parker 🥺❤️✨ #backtoschool

[haileymorelikestupid]

PLEASE i’m imagining if the alien conversation in no way home had continued like

peter 2: i’m still- that you fought an alien in space

peter 1: yeah and i wasn’t supposed to be up there lol

peter 3: what, in space?

peter 1: yeah my mentor got really mad at me for it but he kinda needed my help so it’s whatever

peter 2: oh wow okay. how long were you up there?

peter 1: like five years but i was dead for those five years so idk if it counts as five years because if not like… idk a couple hours maybe?

peter 2&3: what the actual fuck

peter 1: and then i was suddenly not dead anymore and that wizard guy i was telling you about portaled us back to earth and we had to fight the alien and his friends again and it really sucked and i probably almost died for real

peter 2&3: ???

peter 1: and i mean i guess technically we had aliens helping us too but like in the end my mentor is the one that beat the alien and he’s like totally human

peter 2&3: i-

peter 1: and that really sucked because then my mentor died and i had to watch it happen

peter 2&3: SHIT DUDE

peter 1: yeah and then while i was like trying to grieve or whatever i had to fight these monster things in europe even though i was just supposed to be on vacation but they weren’t even real monsters it was this guy i trusted and he actually tried to kill me like multiple times

peter 2&3: multiple???

peter 1: oh yeah i definitely got hit by a train and almost blown up a couple times and then he tried to shoot me at point blank range

peter 2&3: WHAT

peter 1: but hey spidey senses am i right? haha those things sure come in handy huh

peter 2&3: i mean i guess so

peter 1: anyways and then mj and i got together so that was nice :) hey other other peter what villains did you say you fought again?

peter 3: it’s literally so not important anymore what the fuck

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Hearts Like Wild Animals

Summary: I stopped pulling my punches. Peter Three had told his brothers as much from the start but this was the first time they had actually witnessed it.

A/N: Dark!Peter Three fic. I don't know if I consider this “canon” to my characterization of him. I just thought it would be an interesting experiment to see his affection for the others verge on the darker side.

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In all the wild world, there is no more desperate a creature than a human being on the verge of losing love. - Atticus

He can’t get it off. After so many years at this, he should have learned how to make all of it come off with ease but traces of it still linger, dark, dry flecks of red buried under his nails and in the bruised cracks of his knuckles to haunt him—him and his brothers.

No. They’re haunted by the blood. He’s haunted by the looks on their faces, all of the emotions they’re trying to disguise. Peter Two is better at it but the shock of what happened still has his eyelids pulled too far open and the line of his lips is pressed a little too thin. There are gears turning behind pale eyes that Peter Three can’t hope to read. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

Peter One struggles to keep it all in check. His face is still too young, too open to the other Peters’ reading. He’s…never tried to hide from Peter Three before. He’s never had to. Supposedly they knew each other too well. They knew each other as well as they knew themselves.

Is he realizing now, remembering that their bond was only a few hours old when Three called him “brother”? Is he remembering what happened the last time he trusted someone too soon? Has Peter Three dredged all of that horror and distrust back to the surface?

You saved him.

You terrified him.

Family is forever. Supposedly. Family loves each other unconditionally. Supposedly. His nails bite into his soiled palms against the urge to cry, beg, scream. He knows it isn’t his right to demand they understand but he wants them to! They should have known already! If they knew him at all, they would have grasped that his love is…a wild thing. He doesn’t want to call it obsessive but it is deep and desperate.

Family loves each other unconditionally. In his mind that means without restraint.

Was it really such a surprise to them? They should have understood already. He’d told them the truth from the start. I stopped pulling my punches.

What he feels for them isn’t in the same vein as what he felt for Gwen but it runs just as deep. Within those first few hours, he knew he loved them as surely as he knew his own name. And all they said in return was “Thank you.”

Maybe it’s his fault. Maybe he loves too far and too fast. That “Thank you” should have been his first sign that they wouldn’t figure it out as quickly. He should have impressed it upon them further before tonight. He should have been clearer.

You mean the world to me—all three of our worlds. You’re all I have. You gave me hope again. You give me strength. You hold the last of my heart, whatever Gwen left behind. I don’t know what I’d do without you. If anything happened to you, it would destroy whatever’s left of me. What breaks you breaks me. I can never let that happen. I’ll break them first. I’d break anything for you.

That’s all he’s ever done these past years. Until his brothers, he poured all that was left of himself into the city—and whatever or whoever tried to break his city, he broke first.

Now he has them and more importantly, they have him. He’ll give everything he has to them, for them, without a second thought. Tonight he can’t remember if there was a first thought. The clearest thing he remembers is that someone put their hands on Peter One with intent to break and that was unacceptable. Beyond that it was all white and red and the thunder of his wild, angry heart. Then it was Peter Two’s voice, hollering things he didn’t process, all of which amounted to the truth that he loved too much.

He was gentle again when he reached to pull Peter One off the ground. He tried to tell himself that it was the blood that made him recoil but that didn’t do anything to dull the agony of watching it. Peter One flinching, scuffing himself on the asphalt to dodge the touch of his brother, his protector…

Seeing that…For a split second, Peter Three had wished he could die on the spot.

Now he just wishes he could get the rest of the blood off so they could stop looking at him like that. Like he’s made of glass that will cut them if they get too close.

Peter Two’s eyes finally meet his. They’re as dim and cool as ice; he can’t see a thing in them. He wonders if the dread within him comes anywhere close to whatever Peter One felt, facing unrecognizable things in his eyes.

Maybe this is it. They can never love him as much as he loves them; he had known that from day one. Today’s the day they’ll decide that gluing him back together wouldn’t be worth the trouble and sweep the broken glass into the garbage to be forgotten. Better that than to risk their skin on his sharp edges.

Their final rejection might be the thing to end him but he’ll go with the belief that he stayed sharp to make them as safe as he could, and he was right to.

Peter Two pulls him close.

He hadn’t realized that he was shivering until now that he has warm arms around him. Still he can’t bring himself to return the gesture. He can’t touch him, he doesn’t deserve to, he doesn’t want to dirty his brother with any trace of the blood he spilled. He’s too precious for Three’s hands right now.

“That can never happen again,” Peter Two murmurs against his ear and it rings far louder than anything he had been shouting before.

He wants to say that it won’t.

But he loves them too much and they really don’t know him at all.

[chefwg]

Peter and MJ being protective of each other

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts

[haystarlight]

Maguire! Peter: *slaps the other two Peters on the head* these bad bois can fit so much survivor’s guilt!!

[ch4ru]

this is it . my last straw. my 13th reason . i wish i was dead and rotting

[spidermaninlove]

Z said this is Tom to a T.

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[jahayla-parker]

Don’t Touch Us: Tom Holland x Reader *~

Description: 3.4k wc, started based off this and then my adhd took over. Basically Tom’s protective side comes out when the public starts getting more aggressive towards him and the reader.

Warnings: maybe a few curses, aggressive fans, mentions of being tipsy, that’s all I think otherwise just far too fluffy Tommy.

Personal warning: this tbh isn’t any good but if you’re bored and need something to read?🤷‍♀️😂

“Just guess” Tom repeated, rolling his eyes jokingly.

Y/n groaned, snuggling closer to his bicep she was clinging onto as they walked down the street, “Sam?”

Tom laughed and shook his head, “actually no, but that’s a good guess! It was Paddy”.

“Innocent little Paddy?!” Y/n exclaimed, lifting her head off his shoulder to look up at him.

He rolled his eyes again, “he’s not innocent, love”.

“You leave him alone Holland” y/n scolded, turning away from him.

Tom chuckled, grinning down at her as she pretended she was mad at him.

“I-“ he began, but was cut off by screaming.

Tom sighed and stopped walking, giving y/n a knowing look.

He bit his lip and gently guided y/n behind him.

Tom looked around, hoping Harry and Tom’s bodyguard Jack weren’t far away.

The couple had been on break for a few weeks now but Tom knew better than to go many places- especially in the US- without Jack; and he never risked it if y/n was going with him.

He’d made that mistake once a year ago after a date they had in New York and panicked when they were swarmed.

Neither one enjoyed the fame and constant lack of privacy.

They loved their fans, but they needed some time alone too.

After Tom’s shirt was ripped leaving their date night by some rather aggressive fans, he refused to not have Jack nearby.

He knew he could, and would, protect y/n at all costs should anything happen.

But he couldn’t fathom risking it in the slightest, what if he was too tired from working, or sore from training, or…

The concerns went on for a long time and he pleased with y/n to let him have Jack go with them.

He understood her wanting privacy, he did too.

But he assured her it would be only in public situations and that he’d make sure Jack knew not to be within earshot of the couple unless needed or requested.

That combined with her seeing the compassionate concern in his eyes and loving Jack as an older brother allowed them to reach a comfortable security plan.

However, today the couple had ventured out of their vacation rental really early.

They’d assumed most people wouldn’t be awake yet; and they’d been correct.

Tom had texted Jack when they left that should they not be back when he wakes up to ask him for their latest location and join them.

He was so excited to enjoy a nice calming day with the love of his life.

The fall weather was a bit breezy but it meant he got to enjoy her wearing one of his black sweaters that always looked so good on her.

They’d been to a small little cafe for some breakfast and coffee/tea, watched the sun come up from a random hill y/n had spotted, and were presently walking through the park talking about Tom’s family.

Yet, all of that bliss ended when the sudden scream of fans cut through the soft crunching of leaves as they walked.

Tom felt a bit more calm when he noticed Jack was heading his way with a steady pace, but not one that would draw more attention.

He’d not texted Jack their location, not even aware he was up yet.

But he suspected the fans had been recording the couple for awhile as there was a decent sized group by now.

“Tommy, it’s okay” y/n whispered, holding onto the back hem of his hoodie as the group approached.

Tom took a deep breath to calm his frustration and offered a slight nod to her without looking away from the threat.

“We can’t have just one day” he muttered.

She sighed, “I know baby”.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You’re- you’re Tom Holland and y/f/n y/l/n!” The closest girl gasped with her camera pointed at them.

Tom nodded, a forced smile on his tired face, before he put on his face mask, “Hi, yes, we are, please just stay calm and distanced, and we’ll of course get photos”.

The girl nodded and visibly restrained her excitement.

Tom glanced back to you, nerves calming when his eyes settled on your beautiful and encouraging smile before you slipped your mask on.

They’d taken countless socially distanced photos with fans as Jack watched from the side, ready to step in as needed.

“Thank you!” The last fan proclaimed, giving an awkward bow before running off.

Tom laughed softly, his arm instantly wrapping around y/N’s waist to pull her closer to his side as he tried to relax again.

Y/n stretched upwards, lowering her mask again to give him a petite kiss on his cheek, making him smile like a fool as he lowered his.

“See, it was fine T. Now it’s us again” she encouraged.

Tom nodded, “still tiring. I just wanted to be with you… just you”.

She sighs softly, “I know handsome, I wanted it to be just us today too. But come on, let’s not let this ruin it”.

Tom smiled at her optimism, “God I love you”.

Y/n giggled shyly, beaming up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “let’s continue our walk, shall we?”

It hadn’t been more than thirty seconds before another fan was walking towards them.

Tom sighed as he slid his mask back into place.

As she went to do the same, y/n looked up and saw Jack quickening his pace, making y/n separate from Tom.

She had learned that it was much easier for Jack to intervene that way, especially when a fan was alone as they could only focus on one person, letting Jack guard them while the other left.

Tom often wanted that person to be y/n of course, but she’d forced him to compromise to letting it be whoever was in the better position to flee.

Harry, Tom’s brother, was half jogging to keep up with Jack.

Tom tensed as soon as she broke contact with him.

The fan hadn’t said anything, too focused on recording the couple but was still walking directly at them.

Tom turned to look at y/n in confusion and also to make sure she was alright.

She raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at the man but shrugged.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, trying to keep walking and hopefully pass the fan.

“Hey,” the fan finally called out just as y/n and Tom neared him.

However, what pissed Tom off was that the guy hadn’t just interrupted verbally, he’d grabbed Tom’s shoulder to do so.

“Nah, don’t touch me” Tom warned, stepping back from the fan instantly, his grip on y/N’s hand tightening.

“Hey man it’s cool, I -“ he began again, trying to touch Tom’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah” y/n said, tugging Tom backwards, “he said not to to touch him. Come on, social distance you know? COVID’s spreading and -“.

“You need to leave” Jack stated, pushing between the fan and the couple.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to remain professional but so desperately wanting to drag y/n out of the park and knock this guy down on his way.

The fan tried arguing to which Tom just shook his head in frustration, squeezing y/N’s hand and deciding to just do as he wished; leave.

Y/n didn’t resist, not wanting to be near this fan who clearly didn’t respect their request to stay distant.

Once Tom had gotten her out of the area, the two now with Harry and walking back to the car Jack drove to them, Tom stopped.

He looked around, making sure no one else was coming and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning y/N’s body.

“Tommy, love, I’m totally fine” she promised, squeezing his hand.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes but also understood that the pandemic made his brother even more cautious in public, worried y/n would get sick.

Tom was always anxious of the unknown and they didn’t know much yet about the illness this pandemic caused so he really didn’t want her to get sick from it.

Tom nodded, “okay, I’m going to take this hoodie off when we get to the car, I don’t trust him”.

Y/n giggled, “okay baby, but I don’t think he was close for long enough to worry”.

He knew it was overkill, but he refused to be the reason she got sick.

“Still, come on love. Let’s get back” he said, pulling her to the side of him that the man didn’t touch.

“You done now? I want cuddles” y/n pouted, looking up as Tom dried his hair off with a towel.

Tom grinned and nodded with a small laugh, walking over to her.

“Good” she hummed, moving over to make room for him on the couch.

He sat down and pulled his legs up before lifting her up.

“Tom” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You wanted cuddles” he teased, setting her on his lap and burying his face in her hair.

“You’re still wet” she groaned, “I think the shower was overkill”.

“I looked it up, it probably was” he muttered embarrassed, making her giggle, “but worth it”.

“Worth me no longer wanting cuddles?” She teased, squirming in his arms.

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing her earlobe, “if it means you being safe, yes”.

She blushed and stopped wiggling, “but does that mean you’ll shower every time we leave now? That’s a lot of wasted time”.

He laughed, “no, I just..”

Tom sighed, thinking back to the incident, “I can’t believe he thought it was smart to try and touch us”.

“You, babe. He touched you” she corrected, poking his cheek.

He huffed, “lesser of two evils I suppose. If he’d tried-“.

“But he didn’t T, now just relax okay?” Y/n pleaded, “we’re here at the rental, none of us are sick, Harry and Jack are getting groceries, everything is taken care of”.

Tom let out a sigh of relief as she patiently worked to calm his anxiety, “yes, thank you, darling”.

——Time Skip——

“You look so breathtaking” Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair as he watched y/n finish her makeup.

She turned and grinned, walking to him and kissing his nose, “look who’s talking, dear”.

Tom smiled, softly guiding her back from him so he could stand, his arms finding her waist in an instant.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to go to one without masks” y/n laughed, touching her face.

He chuckled and nodded, “everyone there is either negative or-“.

“I know T, honey, I know we’re safe” she nodded, “I’m just.., my face feels naked”.

Tom busted up laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, “naked?”

“Your face doesn’t feel naked without a mask at this point?! Mine does” she protested.

He opened his eyes, his laugh still shaking his body, “I probably would have described it a bit differently my love, but I understand”.

She shrugs, spinning to the door, dragging his hand behind her, “we should get going”.

“She looks so different without a mask” y/n mumbled about a random celebrity, making Tom laugh.

“She does!” She argued, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“You’re precious, darling” he smiled, following her into the venue.

She let out a sigh of relief, the event set up more familiarly to those prior to COVID.

“Feels weird” she laughed, “but a good weird I think”.

Tom nodded, his hand resting on her back as he took in the scene.

———

“Whew “ she laughed, a bit tipsy, “that was fun”.

He wanted to roll his eyes at her jokingly but all he could do was smile as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Love, here,” he reached out, trying to take the heels from her hand, “you’re going to stab someone with those”.

The heels swung towards him as she spun to him before dropping them in his opened hand.

“Case in point” he teased, the ends of her heels having barely missed his outstretched hand.

“Oops” she mumbled, a drunken smile on her lips.

Tom smiled at her and shook his head, “we should get you home”.

She nodded and continued walking back to their ride.

“Y/n!” Tom heard someone shout, breaking him from his trance.

His head whipped around but he couldn’t see anyone other than the other attendees who’d also been on their way out.

He looked back down the street a few feet closer to the venue, to where Jack and Harry were.

He nodded as he made eye contact with Jack, not knowing who was suddenly shouting her name.

Albeit, she didn’t seem to notice, still in her daze as she glanced around at the shiny decorative lights surrounding them on this stretch of the street.

Tom reached for her just as a random person, he suspected was a fan, appeared to her left.

“It is you!” The guy cheered, clasping his hand on her arm and pulling her to him for a photo.

Tom’s heart dropped to his stomach in fear as his fists balled up at his side.

He nearly leapt forward as y/n stumbled due to the sudden direction change and her drunken state. Tom growled, pushing on the man’s shoulder, “get your hands off her”.

“Chill dude, I just want a photo” He glared.

Y/n tried to maintain her appearance so she looked more sober, not understanding the situation taking place but seeing the fan’s camera.

“First, you ask, you arse” Tom shouted, “second, do not touch her”.

The fan groaned, and took a picture before letting go of y/n’s arm despite Tom looking ready to kill.

If y/n had resisted or otherwise been more uncomfortable, Tom probably would have as it was taking all his self control to not act.

Tom pushed the fan back now that doing so wouldn’t cause y/n to trip, Tom’s arm now being hooked around her waist to support her.

“What the hell man?!” The fan yelled, getting closer to Tom.

Jack swiftly removed the man from Tom’s face, a tight grip on him as he leads him away.

“Don’t touch us” Tom remarked.

“Relax dude, I didn’t even grab her that hard” the fan argued.

Tom simply flipped the man off with a glare before he faced, y/n who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

He huffed with a small laugh over her having no clue what had happened in front of her.

Tom kissed her temple before guiding her back to the car safely.

———

“I’ll be honest, I don’t remember most of that night” y/n blushed, biting her lip and looking away from the Katie, interviewer.

Tom hummed and nodded with a smirk, “the champagne seemed pretty strong”.

“Were you sober that night Tom?” Katie asked.

Tom knew his media and publicity manager had wanted this whole ordeal to blow over.

Fortunately, the whole ordeal from the start was recorded by another fan.

The now viral video allowed y/n to learn what happened that night that made Tom excessively protective and clingy the next day.

But it also showed the public that Tom’s outrage was warranted.

Tom had always maintained a healthy public image so his team wasn’t super pleased when the video dropped.

However, after weeks of refusing interviewers to ask about that night, Tom demanded he get a chance to speak about it.

Hence why the interviewer before him was very intrigued to be the first to hear his side.

Tom nodded, “I was sober. I had maybe two drinks much earlier that evening. If you’re asking because you think that influenced my actions, it didn’t “.

Y/n smiled at him kindly, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s not like Tom hit him or something”.

Tom bit his tongue to keep from confessing how he had wanted to.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just a new side to him is all” Katie assured.

Y/n knew the conversation would go this way and that she was advised to let Tom do his explanation and simply move on.

But she didn’t like that idea, she didn’t like the public treating them this way and acting like they knew everything.

Tom opened his mouth to speak but y/n shifted to sit up straighter and spoke before he could, “no”.

“Look, this rant may seem like a new side to me from what the public typically sees. But that’ll just highlight my point” she laughed dryly.

“The thing is, we love what we do and the fans. But there’s a line. I don’t go around putting my hands on people I’ve never met. Why is it acceptable to do that to us?” Y/n asked.

The audience cheered but the interviewer looked shocked.

“See, it’s not. No one else is expected to just accept that. All he did was defend his girlfriend, defend me, from someone who was not respecting boundaries or body autonomy” y/n explained, smiling gratefully at Tom before facing the interviewer again.

“I’m pleased that most people are seeing this for what it is. But to those asking questions like that or judging him, myself, or others for that night” y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“It needs to stop. We give up a great deal of privacy to do what we do. But that doesn’t mean you know everything about us. I don’t even know every single detail about myself! No we’re not constantly putting on a front and preventing to be nice people when we’re secretly mean “ she laughed, already knowing how people were going to take her last remark.

“But these comments about how this is a new side to him are ignorant. Tom’s always been protective over those he cares about. I mean, my God, I know fans have recorded some of it before now! I’ve seen a video of him having to defend a fan who was facing a panic attack from another person in the crowd. There’s videos of him shielding his family from aggressive paparazzi” She pointed out.

“The list goes on, so, no. If you think this is a new side to him, or that me arguing here and not just accepting the commentary is a new side to either of us, it just proves my point” She rambled, Tom holding her hand in his as she let her frustrations out.

“We don’t ask for much from the fans or the public, and I’m not asking you to understand, but can’t you see this is ridiculous?” Y/n finished.

Tom ignored the cameras on them and brought their enclosed hands up to his lips.

“Oh Ms. y/l/n, I can see how frustrating this has been for you guys. I can’t imagine all of the constant attention” the interviewer says softly, a look of guilt on her face.

Y/n and Tom simply nodded in response, Tom’s eyes not leaving the side of y/n’s face.

“May I ask, if you’re not asking us to understand. If there was one thing you could ask from the fans and public, what would that be?” She asked.

“Don’t touch us” Tom stated, looking her way.

Katie sighed and nodded, “it’s sad you have to ask that”.

Tom pursed his lips briefly and nodded, “and yet we do. I am not going to apologize for defending y/n, or anyone else. I’m not asking for people to be fine with that”.

“People constantly try touching us, even in the midst of COVID I had people grabbing us. The invasion of privacy is already bad enough, we don’t need this” He explained.

“So, if there’s one thing I need, we need, from the public is simple” Tom informs her.

“And merely a sign of respect” y/n agreed, nodding at him.

“Just,” Tom concluded, “don’t touch us”.

The interviewer nodded and casually rerouted the conversation to the next topic.

When they walked backstage, Harry held his phone in front of them.

“You have a catchphrase now” Harry smirked towards Tom, winking at y/n.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and peered over at the screen before laughing.

Tom blushed as he saw memes, supportive tweets, and other content sharing the line ‘don’t touch us’ went viral already.

“Maybe they listen now” Tom laughed shyly, hiding his face against y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled kindly, pulling his phone back, “maybe you’ll get some more privacy”.

“Doubt it” y/n laughed and shrugged, her hand catching Tom’s head when her actions caused it to slip off her shoulder.

She squeezed his cold ear and kissed his forehead before he rested his head back on her arm again.

“From what I see” Harry smirked, laughing, “I don’t think it matters, so long as they ‘don’t touch us’ hmm?”

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes, “exactly”.

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[oh-puffle-cakes19]

hey i love your writting so much!

Could you maybe make one where tom is very protective over y/n like when she wears something he pulls like her dress down a little or maybe if her boobs show a bit he always tries to hide it. And it’s a halloween party at his parents house and ofc your not dress too bad but anyways his brothers tease him in front of you making you laugh

Naughty Dress

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - Tom being protective at the family Halloween party. His brothers see.. making them tease Tom and you.

Warnings - Teasing (If that’s a warning lol)

A/N - Thank you for the request, Hope you enjoy! Much appreciated to the love and support 🥰

You sit with Tom at the snack table, leaning your shoulder onto his shoulder.

You are at Tom’s family Halloween party, the house is full of spooky decorations. Harry and Sam keep trying to scare people with the fake spiders, poor Paddy running away from them.

“Babe, here let me help,” Tom mumbles, tugging down your dress. You turn around furrowing your eyebrows, “Your skirt was rising up,” he kisses your cheek.

You nod, sipping on your drink as he pulls you closer into his hold.

“Guys, I’ve got sweets!” Paddy grins, throwing them your way as Sam and Harry catches up to him, pushing him into the ball pit.

“Oi, you idiots,” Paddy laughs, “IE, we are pirates give me your sweets!” Harry pretended to be a pirate, Paddy threw a plastic ball at him.

“Get him, Paddy!” You laugh, seeing as they are tackling each other in the ball pit.. for 5 year olds. Tom had young cousins, they went to eat at the dinner table just 10 minutes ago.

Sam staring at them, shaking his head as he stuffs his mouth with food.. you are the snack table. “Get you fit anymore in your mouth, Sammy?” You laugh.

Sam gulped the food down, “Tom is the one to talk, he stuffs tacos and burgers down his throat like it’s nothing,” You laugh harder as Tom try’s to argue back.

Tom pulls your skirt back down, propping yourself into his lap, “Tom,” You gasp, “This a party.. and I don’t think it is appropriate to be on your lap,” You whisper.

“Your skirt keeps rising up,” You blushed, noticing Tom’s protective side is coming out, “I’m going to super glue the fabric to your knees,” he grumbles.

“You what? Tom,” You laugh, Harry must of heard Tom’s words as you see Paddy and him completely stopped fighting.. Sam’s jaw opened not to chew on food, surprisingly.

“Someone’s getting protective, over their little lamb,” Harry teases, “Am not,” Tom narrows his eyes, “I’m just being a good boyfriend!”

“Very protective,” Sam whisper shouted to Harry and Paddy, “Tom can you hold her any tighter?”

“You are squeezing my organs out babe,” You laughed, kissing Tom on his cheek, “Your skirt kept rising up, I couldn’t let anyone see anything,” he teases back.

“I would never let that happen,” And there is Tom’s protective side speaking, you thought.

“I know, Baby,” You sigh, against his shoulder, “When will Tommy boy, ever let Y/N go?” Harry teases again, “Paddy,” He gasps, taking a plastic ball and throwing it at him.

“You feeling comfortable, Darling?” Tom strokes your hair, you nod.

“What are you doing now?” You laugh, “uh, oh.. Tom’s getting more protective,” Paddy shouts, running through the room.

“Your hands are all over, Y/N,” Sam teases, “All you do is eat,” Tom teases back.

“Do not,” Sam crosses his arms, Harry pats his back, “You kinda do, it’s ok because your a chef!”

“I’ve pulled your dress top up,” Tom kisses your shoulders, “Your clothes likes to slide up and down,” he teases you.

“I wasn’t the one to choose this tube dress,” You push his chest, playfully, “You did Mr,”

“I didn’t know that the dress was going to be naughty,” Tom whines, “Tom is being a whiny baby,” Paddy teases, waving at him.

Paddy ruffles his hair, cooing at him, “Get off my hair,” Tom laughs, bringing a hand through his hair, “Tommy don’t like to be teased,” You smirk, biting your lip.

“Clearly,” Sam and Harry laugh, “Boys, help me get the party bags ready for the little ones!” Nikki shouted from the kitchen, you laugh as they went.

“Your dress is still being naughty!” Tom huffs, “It’s ok because I’ve got my knight in shining armer to protect me,” You kiss his lips, passionately.

“Ew, yuck!” Paddy pulls a face, Harry laughs puckering his lips up to act like you and Tom, “I wish I didn’t come in here.. should of stopped with Sam,” he laughs walking out with Harry.

“I’m going to get a drink you coming?” You jump up, swaying your hips to the kitchen, “Yh, Darling.. wait,”

Tom walks behind you, pulling down your skirt just a bit more.

“Will you ever leave her skirt alone?” Sam teases, “I think it’s perfectly fine,” Harry laughs, “Same, Harry, Same..” You pinch Tom’s cheek, “But this one is being a bit overprotective,”

“You want to wear my hoodie?” Tom holds it out to your arms, you grin taking it.. “There no one can see your dress now, your all covered up,” You laugh as Tom cuddles into you.

“Tom I think you might want to pull your hoodie down on her,” Harry teases, you laugh, “Just a tad, you know?”

Tom laughs pushing his shoulder, You grab a drink as Tom stands behind you as you reach.

“I think your short cake needs her protective man,” Sam teases, sipping his own drink.

“Need some help, Love?” Tom teases, “Yh,” You mumble, “Thanks,”

“Anytime, Love,” Tom pulls his hoodie down, “ Tom,” You whine, “What? I couldn’t resist,”

[parkers-gal]

omg i love your styles!reader fics (and your writing in general, you’re so talented) !! can you do blurb where tom and styles!reader have been married for like a year or two and they tell their families that they’re expecting and then maybe flash forward to when the baby is born and harry cries meeting them?

combined requests: hi can u do a dad tom and reader. and they have a baby shower for the reader. I love all your story’s btw:)

wc: 2k

requests are open (love you // hope u like this)

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“Are you excited?”

“I’m nervous.” You let out a measly laugh while Tom’s left hand moved from gripping your thigh to hovering above your lower abdomen.

You weren’t showing yet, of course. It had only been a few weeks since the two of you had found out. Two years into your marriage and the two of you had discussed to start trying for a family. You’d never told anyone that, so you expected the announcement to be quite a surprise for everyone.

Tom was a very private guy, especially growing up in the public eye. His family was off limits, and the minute you came into the picture, that trait only amplified. Now that you were married, he��d been a bit more private about his marriage life, especially around his family. It was a weird dynamic at first, because Tom is a very open man who loves his family very much.

But he also knows his family isn’t a private one when it comes to the media, and involving you would mean every aspect of your life would be outed. And he didn’t want that, so the two of you weren’t ridiculously close with either of your families.

It was a weird detail, really. One you didn’t really notice until a year after your marriage.

It was even weirder, however, that there happened to be an entire week where both your family and Tom’s family were available for a lunch date. Harry was usually writing an album or prepping for a tour, and you were glad he kept himself busy. Tom and his younger brother would usually be working on a project together, so having everyone home was exciting and nerve wracking.

“They’re all gonna know we’ve had sex.”

“I think they knew before,” He chuckled at your reaction, mouth ajar while you slapped his upper arm playfully.

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Sure, blame the guy who knocks you up.”

“Okay, mister.” You shuffle his curls, which are arranged messily for a Saturday.

Fifteen minutes later and the two of you are walking into the Holland household. You can already hear your brother’s minged shouts and hollers about whatever conversation he must be having with Harry, Tom’s brother. You’re quite certain you’ve never seen such a British interaction.

“The all-star couple is finally here!”

“Hey!” Harry drags out the end syllables while he brings you into a sloppy hug. “Baby sis.”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” You laugh at his tone, the words foriegn for him.

“Yeah, that was weird as fuck the minute I said it.”

You glanced over to Tom, who was hugging his brothers and his mother. You grinned as you made your way over to them, embracing them just as he had before linking your hand with Tom’s and sitting in a patio chair beside his.

“How is everything in your married-life?”

“Low-key, really.” You admitted, it was true. The first few months had been exhausting yet fulfilling, but now you felt yourself settling down for the long run. Tom could feel it too, especially with the unannounced baby Holland on the way.

“Yeah, mum,” He bit into a snickerdoodle. “Not much going on for us.”

“Didn’t you just wrap that upcoming film?”

“The London one, yeah.” He nods along and you get lost in conversation with Sam and Elysia. They’ve been together for quite awhile, and you suspect their own wedding might be within the near future.

You’re about an hour into the lunch when you make eye contact with Tom, communicating without words. He stands up, wiping his hands off on a napkin before pulling you up.

“We have… some new to share.”

Eyes glance up to the only two people standing at the table, and Harry (your brother) swallows a bite of bread before encouraging you. “Well, get on with it then.”

Your mom whips the back of his head, and you laugh. Gemma chuckles at them before glancing at you inquisitively. You’re very open with her, but from the look on your face, she knows this is something nobody else knows of.

“We are very happy to announce….” You start it, but urge Tom to finish what you cannot.

“That the newest member of the Holland-Styles clan will be coming by the end of this year.”

You watch as mouth’s drop open in the final realization at what this means. Gemma sits back in her chair, left hand above her chest, against her shirt with wide eyes and mouth ready to catch flies. You smile in excitement, and Nikki and your mom stand quickly for hugs, pushing their chairs back as they scrape against the concrete of the backyard patio.

Tom’s hand is linked to yours still, and when you momentarily let go, you feel almost abandoned and lost without him.

After a few rounds of accepting ‘congratulations!’you realize your brother has yet to move from his seat. When you glance at him after everyone’s settled back down, he’s looking in his lap. Gemma catches on, and so does Sam. Eventually, all eyes are on the Styles boy.

“Har?” You speak hesitantly in the tense situation. “You okay?”

When he picks his head up, he sniffles and you notice his red eyes. You jutt a lip out as you hear a few of the girls vocally “aw” at his state. He stands quickly, chair scraping just as everyone else’s had, and he makes his way over you.

You get lost in his embrace, hugging him tightly. He’s still crying slightly as he whispers a few words into your ears. He’s emotional upon realizing he’ll be an uncle in just a few months, emotional upon realizing you’ve grown up so much from the little girl that used to rub frosting on his nose and dimples.

You rub his back soothingly, and when you separate he gives you a weak smile. He maneuvers around you to hug your husband, who chuckles when he’s embraced roughly, tightly. Their hands are each on each other’s back, and a memory flashes in your mind, one of your wedding, when Harry cried so much you had to ask someone to buy more tissues.

You’re nostalgic about today’s encounter, and you don’t know what to expect when the baby really does come.

**

You’re seven months along, baby bump big as ever. Tom’s almost as protective as Tessa now that you’re so far along. As far as cliches go, you’ve just arrived to a basically surprise baby shower. You know it must’ve taken Tom weeks to plan something like this, and it must’ve been even harder to keep it a secret from you.

You kiss his forehead when you finally see why you’re at his mom’s house. Both yours and his moms are conversing in the corner after greeting the two of you. There’s a table of presents beside a snack area. You can see a few of your craving-snacks, and you hug Tom as best you can. He kisses your temple.

There’s not many people here, only your closest friend circle and your family members. You see Harry and Gemma in the corner, and make your way over to your siblings with a smile. You're swollen with the baby bump, so you’re not moving as fast, but you’re just as excited.

“Baby on the way,” You announce as you hug them. “Thanks for doing this, guys.” You blush as you gesture to everything around you. Harry shrugs with a cocky smile, and Gemma smiles lovingly. You see Sam and Elysia heading towards you, and Gemma makes her way to the snack table for some lemonade.

“Y/N!” Elysia drags out your name in excitement, hugging you carefully. “How is everything?”

“Ugh,” You groan jokingly, a hand rubbing up and down your bump. “Exhausting, really. She’s a handful.”

She smiles, and Sam’s hand stays on the small of her back as she leans into him. He excuses himself momentarily, and you lean in close to Elysia when he’s gone.

“Are you two engaged?”

She looks at you with a blush before shaking her head. “No… but I feel like he’s going to propose soon.”

You squeal and try your hardest not to cry. “Man, these hormones are crazy.” She laughs, nodding along. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had made his way over to the two older brothers of the Holland family. They’re sipping beer by the patio sliding door.

“Hey, guys.” The boys look up at the sound of Sam’s soft voice. He’s almost hushed, and they use context to realize he looks a bit serious.

“What’s up?” Harry’s hand pats his shoulder as if to comfort his anxious state.

Same turns his head to look at Elysia, who’s across the yard talking to you. “I think I’m going to propose soon.” Tom nearly chokes on his drink. “What? Man, that’s amazing!” He’s whispering out, breathing erratically from excitement.

Harry stares out, blinking in surprise. He’d seen in coming, but that would never amount to the realization that the Holland boys are growing up. “Do you have a ring or something?” They huddle close as Sam brings them closer in response to Harry’s question.

He pulls out a velvet box from an inner-jacket pocket. When he opens the case, they gasp in awe.

“Man,” Tom pats his back again, lovingly. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, man. I’m nervous.” He wipes his hands on his thighs as he hides the ring in his clothes again.

“Don’t worry.” Harry glances over at the two of you. “She loves you so much. You’re gonna get the happy ending.”

They continue talking until your mum, Anne, announces it’s time to open a few presents. You reunite with Tom for the first time since arriving, trying not to come off as too flustered, but you know you are. You know you’ll cry — and dramatically too, because your hormones are off the radar — if anyone gives you a really meaningful present.

You open a few, some just basic cleaning supplies for diaper-care, others range from cute clothes to bedding sheets. When you open Harry’s gift, it’s a CD case with a picture of the Styles family on the cover.

When you open the case, you see a message in print. He’d written you a few songs, for Tom and the baby too. You nearly burst into tears as you stand up as quickly as possible. Tom helps you stand while you make your way over to your older brother, hugging him as if your life depends on it.

“You’re gonna be a great uncle, Harry.”

***

When they said the birth process was painful, they didn’t mention how much. Tom fainted about an hour and a half into it, after glancing where he shouldn’t have. You laughed while the doctors got him standing again. He was by your side for the entire time, and when you finally gave your last push, the two of you heard the wales of your sweet baby girl.

“Did so well, love.” You’d heard him whisper while he kissed your sweaty forehead.

Seven hours later, you were sitting up after having just slept for a good amount of time. Scarlet was sleeping calmly in your arms. Tom was squeezed onto the bed next to you, arms carefully wrapped around your exhausted body. He’d cried four times already.

“Ma’am, your families are here.” A nurse had come into the room with a small smile before opening the door wider to allow visitors in.

Harry and Gemma were first up. They’d been here the longest, having received a call when they were closer to the hospital than everyone else.

You glanced up when you heard Harry gasp. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, tip toeing over to the bed, seating himself in one of the chairs.

“C- can I hold her?” You nod, handing him the small child. He graciously takes her in his tattoo covered arms, holding her head cautiously while he coos at her. She wakes momentarily to giggle at the new arms. He visibly pouts, and when you notice water on Scarlet, you grow worried.

But all of that is washed down the drain when you see Harry’s red, teary eyes. He smiles happily, even through the tears, and you breathe out a laugh through your own cries.

“She looks just like you.”

You wipe a tear away, reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“Just like you.”

[asterlark]

i didn't think about how finally catching up with the most recent spider-man movies would reawaken the sleeping spider-man fan Beast inside of me and now all i can think about is peter parker help 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫