#tom holland x readee

[scarletxwinter]

“Weeeee!!!” 😂😂

[finchieswritings]

soft hands [t.h.]

a.n. okay so this is an idea I had randomly and it’s so cute in my opinion lmao. I really hope you all like it because it’s like a baby and stuff. i love you all, enjoy

pairing. bestfriend!boxer!tom holland x reader

w.c.

warnings. fluff, injuries, swearing, soft tom

It’s a certain kind of feeling to have someone knock on your door at 2am. Dread washes over you and you’re confused, anxious, maybe even a little scared. I couldn’t begin to tell you what ran through my head the moment I heard it. I wouldn’t be able to tell you why I was awake at that time either. I guess in hindsight, it didn’t really matter what was going through my head at the time, only what happened next.

“Tom?” It was a surprise to see my best friend since childhood behind that door, harbouring a guilty smile, a busted lip, and a black eye. A sheepish chuckle left his lips and a heavy sigh left my own as I stepped to the side, opening the door a little wider for him to enter. I looked over him in curiosity, this was nothing like Tom, to show up like this.

We were silent in the first few minutes as we got situated. He sat in one of my dining room chairs as I walked to the bathroom to grab my first aide kit. Knowing me, I always had to have it full with supplies, seeing as the stairs up to my apartment floor were not the kindest. The situation at hand was so different then the usual skinned knee or scrapped shin, placing butterfly stitches on my friends brow, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer.

“You gonna tell me what happened Holland?” He shifted in his spot a moment, almost uncomfortable. I sighed. “If you were gonna be so silent, why didn’t you go find Haz?” It really was strange that he would show up on my doorstep like this, seeing as issues like these were more of Harrison’s forte.

“”as a date.” His sentence was short and seemed to only fuel the fire of annoyance that sat in my stomach. I rolled my eye, going over to my freezer and pulling out an icepack and passive aggressively wrapping it in a towel and throwing it into his lap. He caught it with raised brows because he knew I was aiming for him. “C’mon love, no need to get violent.” He tried to crack another smile, another one of his damn smiles that I couldn’t help but drool over. But I snapped out of it, turning my back on the boy. I was upset. I was upset. I was upset.

“Save it Holland!” I snapped, accidentally yelling when all I had planned to do was raised my voice, give him a shock. And I guess yelling did the job, based on the look that stained his face anyway. I took a breath, going back into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. It’s not like I would be going back to sleep at this point. “You can’t just waltz in here with the shit beat out of you and no explanation to go with it. I’m starting to get worried Tom!”

It was a kind of stress put on my shoulders whenever he would get himself hurt, it wasn’t very hard. But this seemed to take it to a whole new extreme. Because he may not be saying anything, but I can see him flinch when he moves his torso. He of course, said nothing and I went back to making my coffee. The is, until I felt the weight of his arms around my waist. I could feel his breath on the bare skin of my neck, setting fires at the feeling.

“Darling, I can tell you. But you’re going to be just,” He paused, taking a breath and using it as an opportunity to nuzzle his face into my neck, “So upset with me.” He let out a light chuckle, muffled by the delicate skin. I pulled away. He would tell me, okay. But this would happen my way. I turned around, putting my finger on his chest as I slowly pushed him backwards, into the other counter.

“Alright Holland, time to spill. And I want the full truth, none of your bullshit.” He was so good at lying and playing it off, just cause he could get by with his stupid smirk, those brown eyes that were known to make any girl melt. And for long, I was immune. I had seen those eyes for years, though they wouldn’t be asking much of me. Maybe to do the dishes or help him clean his room. But recently, i felt like i was just another girl swooning.

“Fine.” He said, going around to sit in one of the tall chairs that rested against the small kitchen island. “So a few months ago, while I was at the gym, a guy came up to me, asking me about my boxing.” Of course that’s how it happened. From that point on, a pretty much blocked him out as I put the pieces together in my mind. That idiot has been boxing in the underground. A deadpan look spread across my face as I slowly reached over, smacking my hand against the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” All I could do was watch him for a moment.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! How could you be so catastrophically stupid as to participate in underground boxing?!” My voice was raised as I walked around to his side of the island, hitting him on his shoulder a few times with furrowed brows. I was so upset with him, and his stupidity never ceased to amaze me. “You div, you could’ve gotten arrested! Or seriously fucking hurt! Oh wait, you already got your face bashed in!” I calmed down a moment, leaning against the counter as I rested my chin against my fist. “Does Harrison know you do this?”

“Yeah, he does.” Of course he did, Harrison knows everything about Tom. What I couldn’t figure out was why he hadn’t told me, but even more so, why he hadn’t tried to talk Tom out of doing something so incredibly risky. It made me upset, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I grabbed my phone and dialled Harrison’s number. Tom looked panicked, moving to try to grab the phone from your hands, but Harrison picked up before he could.

“(Y/n)? It’s almost 3, why the hell are you calling?” His voice was groggy, signalling I had just pulled him from sleep. But that wasn’t my worry at the moment.

“Hey, Haz, Tom’s here. He’s been underground, care to come?” I heard him curse silently as I looked at Tom, who looked away with a guilty look.

“He’s still doing that? He told me he stopped after he broke his rib the second time.” I looked at Tom as he walked away, going to sit down on the couch. He knew, at this point, he was in for something. I sighed.

“You know what? Never mind. I’ll take care of him tonight. Come by tomorrow morning, yeah?” I heard Harrison sigh into his sheets.

“Sounds good. I know he’ll listen to you. Maybe now you should tell him.” I blushed slightly, I knew what he was on about. The small crush I seemed to have developed.

“Whatever, I’ll think about it. Goodnight Harrison.” I heard him chuckle from the other side of the line as I hung up, sighing once again. I set my phone down and slowly walked over to Tom. I played with the sleeves of my sweatshirt, though I was fairly certain it was one of Tom’s that I had stolen so long ago. He never minded and even if he did, he knew it wouldn’t stop me. I sat down next to him as he looked away from me.

“Tommy?” My voice was soft, all the anger having faded at this point. Sure, I was still upset, but the div was my best friend. He refused to look up at me, he knew I was disappointed. I put my arms around him and slowly laid my head against his shoulder. “Can you look at me? Please?” He still refused and I sighed. I curled into his side and looked forward beginning to mumble to myself.

“You know I’m just worried right? What you’re doing, it scares the shit out of me. Those fights, I’ve seen them go so bad. I’ve seen people die, Tommy… I can’t lose you now. Not like that.” He didn’t answer me but I could feel him shift as I closed my eyes. “I’m upset because I’m falling in love with you and seeing you hurt like this, it’s killing me.” You really didn’t mean to let that word slip, but you didn’t make a big deal about it, hoping it would just be brushed over. But of course, the universe was not so kind, as he pulled away, grabbing me by my shoulders.

“Wait a second darling. Say that again.” I tried my best to push away the blush that inevitably blossomed onto my cheeks. I looked oblivious for a moment as I looked anywhere but his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. All I said was I care about you, and I don’t want you to get yourself killed.” I played it off smoothly, making sure there was not a stutter in my voice, making sure I didn’t give myself away so easily. And I thought it was working. That is, until, I saw that deafening smirk.

“No love, I think I heard something different. Just say it one more time.” He was teasing me, I knew he was. There was no way that this was a fair fight, because damnit, he was looking at me with those eyes, he was using that stupid smirk to his advantage. What was he going to do once I said it again? Laugh at me? Leave? Oh gods, it was now or never though, Harrison was right. Even just saying that quickly took a heavy weight from off my chest. I could only imagine what actually admitting it would do for me. So I took a heavy breath.

“I said I love you, okay? Or more so, I’m falling in love with you. Or maybe I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I don’t really know, because it’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt, you give me fucking butterflies! And I’m not a butterflies type of girl!” I let out a small laugh before looking up to Tom slowly. I was met with the biggest smile I had ever seen from him.

“You have no idea how amazing those words actually sound to me.” He laughed, before shifting and lifting me, so I was situated, my legs resting on either side of his. His hand came up to the side of my face, cupping my cheek lightly. “I am so in love with you, it hurts.” It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders fully. He pulled me closer and our noses knocked together for a moment, before I moved forward, pressing my lips against his.

It was like a fire was lit along my entire body, I could feel the sparks where his hands met my waist. My arms moved up to grip the sides of his neck as he moved closer, pulling me into him by the sweater I was wearing, grabbing next to my waist. I was flush against him, but neither of us tried to stop pulling each other closer. There was a moment where I needed air, and he let me go slowly, pulling away.

I looked at him with a soft smile, eyes hazy from the intoxication he gave me. He wrapped his arms around me, slowly laying the both of us down. It was so peaceful in that moment, like everything kind of disappeared.

“Okay, now you have to promise me that you'll stop this stupid underground fighting.” He laughed, his breath on my ear as chill rolled down my spine. I shuddered, causing Tom to only pull me closer to his chest.

“Alright, deal. I’ll stop. But only because you love me.” I laughed, swatting his shoulder a moment. I began to feel sleepy for the first time that night.

“You love me too asshole.” I muttered out as my eyes closed, a steady smile on my face as my breathing evened. I barely heard him as I fell asleep.

“Yeah, I really do.”

[dear-vista]

okay, i just posted my new boxer!tom fic over on my writing account! @finchieswritings go check it out loves!

[mendespideys]

the life of a youtuber // t.h.

pairing: reader x tom holland 

prompt: “stop looking at me like that.”

summary: the reader, a youtuber, joins the ‘pregnant for twenty-four hours challenge’, and tom didn’t know he could fall for her even harder until he saw her. 

a/n: this was supposed to be for @spiderboytotherescue’s 4k writing challenge. i ended up losing track of time but i figured i would post it anyways! congrats, amber 💞

side note: i absolutely hate how this turned out, and i kinda don’t want to post it but i haven’t posted anything in what feels like weeks so.. here you go

masterlist

“Hey, guys, welcome back to my channel! I’m doing a vlog style video because we’re doing something very interesting today,” you announce, your voice sounding exaggeratingly enthusiastic. Pointing the camera down at the box in front of you, you continue your introduction, “I decided to jump on the bandwagon, so we’re gonna be pregnant for twenty-four hours!” 

Pushing the red button on your Canon, you place the camera down on the floor once it stops recording. You flip open the lid of the box, taking in the sight of the fake pregnant belly. Tessa scurries over, her claws scraping against the hardwood floor. Understanding what’s happening, you quickly pick up the camera and press the record button, focusing the lens on the Blue Staffy. She sniffs the prop curiously, bumping into it with her wet nose. You giggle, catching it all on film. Eventually, she loses interest and you pause the recording once again, putting the camera aside. You grunt, grabbing the skin-colored prop from the box, not expecting it to be as heavy as it is. Pushing yourself off of the floor, you bring it with you into the bedroom. The bed bounces slightly as you drop it down next to your three pre-selected outfits. After getting the camera from the living room, you press record, making sure the outfits are in frame. 

You quickly film a clip explaining how you picked three outfits, hoping they would still fit you with a fake bump. The sounds of Tessa playing with one of her many squeaky toys fill the apartment, mixing with your own as you struggle to strap the belly on. Releasing a sigh of relief once it’s finally on, you throw your mustard yellow button-up maxi dress on, finding the whole ordeal a lot more difficult than it normally would have been. Picking up the PowerShot from your bed, you hit record once again, making sure the settings are all equally adjusted before turning around toward the mirror. A genuine gasp of surprise escapes you, seeing the dress wrap almost perfectly around the prop strapped to your body. You film yourself in the mirror, following the length of your frame from your feet to your head. 

“It’s kinda freaky how real it looks, huh?” you ask your subscribers, turning to your side and wrapping your free arm underneath the protruding belly. “This is so crazy! I think I’m gonna with the dress for now because this belly is bigger than I expected, and I don’t think my shorts will fit.”

Continuing to film yourself in the mirror, you explain to your viewers how you’re going to meet up with Tom on set for lunch. You feel your nerves begin to bubble at the thought of showing Tom your dramatic change. He had been gone for hours at a time the past two weeks and you hadn’t been able to tell him you were planning on filming this video. Turning the camera off, you throw it into your black backpack along with your wallet and phone charger. You give yourself one last look in the mirror, still mesmerized by how real it looks. Although you probably wouldn’t admit it out loud, the fake look was beginning to grow on you. Closing the door to the bedroom, you step back into the living room, catching the attention of Tessa. Her large body snakes off the couch and she trots toward you, her tail wagging. You pet her head gently a couple of times, saying your goodbyes, before grabbing your car keys off the counter.

After parking at their filming location for the day, you rummage through your bag to make sure you have everything before exiting the car. Unlike the first time you had visited Tom on set, the security easily recognizes you this time without even having to show them your ID. The very first time you had visited Tom on set while filming for Captain America: Civil War, it took you ten minutes to try to convince the security guard that you were Tom’s girlfriend. Eventually, they had to call Tom over himself to verify your identity and once he did, the security guard wouldn’t stop apologizing. You chuckle quietly to yourself, remembering the memory vividly. Turning your camera back on, you press record, eager to catch the reactions of your friends.

After meeting Tom back in late 2014 at one of Harrison’s parties, the two of you quickly began dating. You were already growing quickly on YouTube at the time but kept your relationship out of the spotlight for months. You had been there through the entirety of his audition process for Spider-Man and you couldn’t be prouder of him. A few months ago, after a dinner filled with laughter, memories, and fairy lights, he had asked you to be his forever. The proposal was absolutely perfect and you could tell he had put a lot of planning into it, which made the gesture even more special. With both of you having busy schedules, you had decided to take it slow and plan whenever you had time. You had already been out dress shopping once but with no luck and Tom had asked Harrison to be his best man even before he asked you to marry him. Still, it felt surreal to be engaged to Tom. Just thinking about it made the butterflies in your stomach celebrate.

Remy is the first cast member you spot and as you get closer, you realize he’s chatting with Tony. You focus the camera on the two young men as you approach them, barely able to contain your excitement. You can tell they’re wearing their character clothes you glance around quickly, making sure they’re not about to start filming. Tony sees you first and as his facial expression changes, Remy turns around, too. Sending them a smile, you give them a small wave, waiting until you’re close enough to verbally greet them. Tony grins, wrapping his arm around you for a quick hug. He doesn’t say anything and you don’t either, wanting their genuine reactions. For a second, you wonder if it’s still as noticeable as when you left the house. Remy pulls you in next, the two of you greeting each other until he pauses mid-hug. He pulls away, gripping your upper arm gently as he looks down. His eyes double in size as a gasp escapes him.

“You’re- When? Tom never said anything. I swear-” Remy rambles and Tony joins in, their words mixing together.

“Guys! Guys, chill. It’s fake,” you giggle, giving the belly a few pats. “It’s for a video. See?”

You motion to the camera in your right hand and the two boys fall into silence. Still focusing the camera on them, you explain the video concept once again. They continue to gush about how real it looks and you feel a sense of accomplishment. After showing your friends and family the belly, you were planning on testing everyday activities and if people would treat you differently. If the belly looks real enough for them to believe it, multiple strangers probably would, too. The three of you catch up for a moment, talking about random things. Eventually, your patience thins out and you ask for Tom, itching to catch his reaction on camera.

They join you on your journey to find your fiancé, claiming he’s going to flip his shit and they don’t want to miss it. With determination in your step, you begin to walk over to where he’s supposed to be filming his next scene, recording the entire time. You hear him before you see him, his American accent is clear as day. A few seconds later, you hear Jacob and you assume they’re filming a scene with Peter and Ned. You watch from afar, making sure your camera is turned off, not wanting to get in trouble with Marvel. Tom’s lack of constraints is a well-known fact and the company and production crew always go to great lengths to make sure he doesn’t spill any valuable information, so you figure it’s best to keep the camera off for now. As you get closer, you notice Zendaya is standing off to the side, looking between the two men playing their characters. You realize she’s in the scene, too, and you watch intently as Peter, Ned, and Michelle bicker amongst each other.

Sensing the scene nearing its end, your nerves pick back up. You couldn’t quite put your finger on the exact reason behind your jitteriness but the suspense of waiting for Tom’s reaction made it twice as bad. Turning the camera back on as soon as Jon confirms the scene is over, you try your best to keep your composure. You don’t walk any closer just yet, explaining to the viewers that Tom still hasn’t seen you and that you’re currently on set to capture his reaction. Remy and Tony are chatting eagerly amongst themselves and you vaguely hear them placing a bet on Tom’s reaction, which makes the whole situation even more comical. Deciding it’s time, you head toward your fiancé and your two friends. Zendaya notices you first, Tom and Jacob facing the opposite direction, and you give her a small wave.

“Thomas,” she exclaims dramatically, making Tom jolt. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re having a baby?”

You can only imagine the look of confusion plastered on Tom’s face at Zendaya’s sudden outburst. The beautiful actress sends you grins toward you, returning the wave. You wonder briefly if she was just playing along or if she genuinely thought you were pregnant, but you before you could decide Tom’s surprised eyes met yours. He had seen you just last night before bed but the look of confusion is authentic. Coming to a halt in front of the small group, Tony and Remy in tow, you purse your lips together, barely able to contain your wide grin. Tom looks so genuinely confused that you find it incredibly difficult to muffle your laugh. A few moments pass and he notices the camera in hand, realization washing over his features. By now, seeing you with a camera in hand was second nature and it made sense that he didn’t question it.

“That looks so real,” Tom whispers in amazement, his eyes trained on the fake bump.

You rotate slowly, showcasing it from every possible angle, a string of giggles escaping you. “It does, doesn’t it? I’m doing a twenty-four-hour pregnant challenge for my channel.”

“Girl, you had me all excited!” Zendaya whines, grimacing in your direction. “I saw you walk in during the scene and I was about to stop right then and there, but then I noticed your camera.”

Tom inches forward, close enough for you to see the small freckles decorating his nose. Catching it all on film, you watch with admiration as he hesitantly reaches out to touch the pretend bump. The groups awe aloud and before you can stop it, the familiar heat spreads across your cheeks. You swear you hear the sound of someone’s camera, but you’re too preoccupied with looking at Tom to investigate. Although you physically can’t feel his hand, you can’t help but notice how perfectly it fits against the bump. The two of you had discussed marriage and babies multiple times, but it was more small comments here and there than an actual serious conversation. Tom always told you stories about him and his siblings, and you knew he wanted a lot of kids. You wanted kids, too, but you had never decided on a number, figuring you would want to experience motherhood first. Seeing Tom interact with the bump - fake or not - made your biological clock tick faster. Just by the look on his face, you knew you wanted him to be the father of your kids and the sooner, the better.

The others took turns feeling the huge jelly-like shape strapped to your body as well. It felt slightly odd, having them all put their hands where a potential real bump could be someday, and you made a mental note to explain that to the camera later. After all, this was meant as a test to see how it feels to be pregnant. The entire time, Tom’s gaze lingers on you; his dark orbs following your every move. You don’t know whether to find it slightly concerning or very adorable. The group continued to gush over the realness, but you were too caught up on Tom’s focus on you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you state softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the continuous chatter.

“Like what?”

You can’t tell if he’s being serious or playing dumb, so with a sigh, you elaborate, “Like… I don’t know! You keep looking at me funny.”

“Sorry, darling,” he apologizes automatically. “I didn’t mean to- It’s just… It looks so real.”

“I know,” you shrug. “Is it weirding you out?”

Tom shakes his head immediately. “Quite the opposite, in fact. I can’t wait for you to be pregnant for real.”

“Aw, you guys are the cutest! This is so going on Instagram,” Zendaya gushes and once again, you feel your cheeks heat up.

If you weren’t sure before, you definitely are now. Tom is the one. He’s the one you want to be with; to marry, to have kids with, to grow old with. He’s the one you want to fall asleep on the couch with and the one you want to wake up to in the morning. You want to continue getting lost in his eyes until the skin around them wrinkles. It is almost silly, really, but his laugh is your favorite sound in the entire world. It’s just something about that melodic sound that makes all your worries melt away. His familiar scent is your favorite smell, and it instantly calms your nerves. You had always known you wanted Tom to be by your side in parenthood. From the moment you saw him with Paddy to all the kids he had the opportunity to meet through his role as Spider-Man, you knew he would be the perfect dad. Now, the day you could call him yours forever couldn’t come fast enough.

[madnessformunson]

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[deartomholland]

UGH THIS IS HEAVEN

Best. Date. Ever.

Summary: This wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Bad language. A smidgen of murder. A splash of fluff.

A/N: This was written for the lovely @abovethesmokestacks ‘s summer challenge, and I’m a slacker who’s a week late, so thank goodness Pia’s amazing! This story came about because I was seriously coveting these shoes and because Pia gave me a super cheeky dialogue prompt, which you’ll find bolded in the story. Enjoy!

A/N 2: Check out Best. Proposal. Ever. to read more of these two!

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MASTERLIST 

Dress up, he ordered. Something fancy and sexy. I got a plan.

It sounded promising. A night at the ballet perhaps, or tickets to the opera. Dinner and dancing, maybe. Something classy. Something elegant.

After eyeing them in the window, you decide to buy that pair of outrageously expensive Jimmy Choo’s for the evening, anticipating something spectacular.

Well.

It was something alright.

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[finchieswritings]

hnnn, I'm writing and i dont know if I should make the reader a friend or peters or natashas sister iM-

send help please

[finchieswritings]

HOLY SHIT soft hands already has 300 notes

i' d like to thank the academy, @whyistomholland for believing in me, and my cousin vis, for letting me use her computer while I'm here in germany.

but sidenote, seriously! I really didn't think this fic would get as much live as it did and I'm so happy! I'm working on another tom fic right now and it will be out as soon as possible. but in the meantime, send in some little blurb requests or somethin, id be happy to write them for you guys :) much love,

finch

[dear-vista]

peep a best friend!boxer!tom au done later today my loves ♡♡