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[alltoowelltom]

Who'd You Rather

tom holland x reader

summary: if there's one thing Ellen is known for, it's exposing secret relationships

a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol

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July 2019

"So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?" asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug.

You shake your head.

"Not currently, no."

Ellen nods.

"Well, please don't worry anymore. We're going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who'd You Rather?"

"Oh God," you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you.

"So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?"

"Okay, if you insist." you roll your eyes, facing the large screen.

"I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?"

"Oh, wow," you laugh. "Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him."

The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo.

"Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?"

"Harry fucking Styles." you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods.

"Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?"

You bury your head in your hands.

"How could you ask me that, Ellen? That's like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible."

Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you.

"Time's ticking, Y/N. Make your choice."

You sigh.

"It's absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry."

"Florence pugh or Chris Evans?" Ellen asks.

"Flo."

Ellen's eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?"

You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands.

"Ellen!" you shriek. "I've just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he's literally my best friend. You can't ask me this!"

Ellen grins.

"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?" she repeats.

You pout at the camera.

"Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom."

The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing.

"Shhhh, guys."

"Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?" asks Ellen.

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?"

"Tom Holland."

"Tom Holland or Niall Horan?"

You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom's frozen grin stares down at you from the photo.

"I…fuck. Tom?" you say, almost as a question.

"So it's Tom?" Ellen grins. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs.

"It's Tom."

Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience.

"Tom Holland, you'd better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don't mess this up."

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April 2021

You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen's set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat.

"Y/N." she says, holding eye contact. "Can I have your phone please?"

Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen's waiting hand.

"I wonder," she says out loud, "who we can get to answer your call?"

"Oh God," you laugh, covering your face. "If no one picks up I'll be so embarrassed."

"The Watermelon Man?" Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. "Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?"

You cover your face, laughing.

"Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn't pick up I think I'll throw myself off a cliff."

The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background.

"Y/N! How are you?" laughs Harry. "This is a surprise, I have to admit."

"Harry!" you call out, before he can say anything else. "Ellen's hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, she has?" Harry asks mischievously. "I'll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…" he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up.

"That absolute fucker," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again.

"Oh!" she exclaims, eyes bright. "Y/N, I thought you told us you weren't dating anyone? May I ask who 'My Darling 💖' is?"

You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are.

The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's 3AM in London right now, he's not going to pick up.

Just as you've collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there's a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects.

"Hello my love, is everything alright?" asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice.

Ellen's jaw hits the floor so quickly you're shocked it doesn't fall off entirely.

tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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part 2

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[ptergwen]

heyy girl back again lol. a fluffy morning routine with tom?

rise and shine

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w/c: 651

warnings: floofy fluff

a/n: i decided to do this with dad!tom because i thought it would be cute and i loved :,) thank you for requesting and pls join my taglist friends

you wake up to the feeling of tom’s lips on your skin, a grin instantly appearing on your features. your eyes open and close again in bliss as your husband peppers feather light kisses to your cheek.

“g’morning, love. rise and shine.”

tom takes your hand in his and kisses it. he’s standing by your side of the bed, smiling down at you tangled in the covers.

he’s already up, has been for a while, so he tended to the kids and let you sleep in. he always wakes up first. he’s a morning person, and you very much aren’t. if it weren’t for tom, you’d never leave the bed.

“five more minutes.”

“mm, i’ve heard that one before. c’mon. i’ve just made breakfast.”

tom gives your hand a gentle tug.

“just gimme five more minutes, tom. that’s all i ask. five minutes, and i’ll be down.”

“you’re no better than the girls.”

“i’m worse.”

you smile knowingly at tom. he pulls you up from the bed and brings you in for a kiss. you hum against his lips, arms looping around his torso.

“where are the little buggers, anyway? have you checked on them?”

“i have. got them ready, too. i couldn’t get soph to brush her teeth, though.”

“soph won’t brush her teeth, ash is on a bathing strike. our kids are impossible.”

“just like their mum.”

you flick tom for that remark. the two of you share another kiss, then you put on your slippers. tom holds open your robe for you next. he’s a huge help in the mornings, with you and the kids, but with you especially.

you two make your way into the kitchen, where sophia and ashley are waiting for you. you greet them both with kisses on their heads and take your usual seat at the table. tom comes around to the girls with a plate in each hand.

“for my princesses.”

he sets down their plates and then gets yours.

“and my queen.”

“thanks for taking care of breakfast, babe. it looks good.”

“doesn’t it? and you all doubt my culinary skills.”

“who’s a better cook? me, or dad?”

sophia and ashley answer in unison.

“you.”

you wink at them and take a forkful of your food. tom dramatically claps a hand over his heart, making the girls giggle.

“traitors. what would you lot like to drink?”

“chocolate milk, please,” sophia says. “have we got any juice?” ashley asks.

“your wish is my command. y/n/n, coffee?”

“always.”

tom makes everyone’s drinks and a tea for himself. he joins you three at the table. many laughs and narrowly avoided spills later, you all finish eating. you take the liberty of cleaning up, since tom did the cooking. the girls go out in the backyard to play fetch with tessa while you and tom head back to your room to get yourselves ready for the day.

you have an en suite bathroom with a double sink, so you and tom often get ready together. it’s something so simple, so domestic, but so special. it truly is the little things.

you both brush your teeth, then you do your skincare while tom styles his hair. he grumbles about how frizzy it is today. you watch him attempt to tame it with copious amounts of gel and giggle.

“oh no. that’s way too much, babe.“

“well, what do you reckon i do?”

you rake your fingers through tom’s hair at the roots to undo it. you take a bit of his gel and spread it evenly between both hands, scrunching his hair with your fingers so his curls are controlled, but still have volume. he looks at himself in the mirror when you’re done.

“you’re a godsend. thanks, love.”

you beam. tom pecks your lips, careful to avoid your face because your skincare is drying in.

“shall we go see what the girls are up to?”

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[stylesharrys]

Can you do a blurb where reader has to go back to work after maternity pls I am also pregnant and would love to see some realistic pregnancy stuff x

Also this is a Tom request.

A/N: excited for all these pregnancy stuff that’s in my inbox, love a good tom blurb too!

// You’ve been putting off having the conversation for a little while now, not quite knowing how to approach it where part of you just doesn’t want to. 

It’s been almost eleven months since you left work for maternity leave and there’s only a couple of weeks left before you’re expected back at your wonderful job to resume your executive role. 

And you love your job, wholeheartedly. It’s an entire career you’ve invested years of your life into, something you’re incredibly proud to have accomplished so far for yourself. 

But things have changed. You’re not just a marketing executive. You’re also a mother to a ten month old baby girl, and the idea of leaving her home so you can go back to work is tearing you apart.

You’ve grown so attached and accustomed to your lazy mornings together and hectic afternoons trying to get the house in order. You’re going to miss your early afternoon walks and snuggles on the sofa, and the spontaneous naps when the day seems to be dragging a little more than usual. 

Staring down at her little face as she sways herself in her bouncer, your heart begins to clench. You don’t want to leave her, not to go into the office for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week again. 

Of course, Tom’s tried to reassure you that you don’t have to go back to work until you’re ready, but your bank balance says otherwise along with the fat OVERDUE stamp on your water bill. 

Tom has a very well paying job, four nights on, two off, travelling a lot but the money is good. Money was even better when you was still at work, you both had a very comfortable salary to live on. 

But with the comfortable money comes the expensive things. Like Tom’s new car and your new house. It was easy when you were both working, but being on maternity meant Tom was only one able to provide financially. 

You managed to get two months full pay at the start of your maternity, and then the rest was barely a quarter of your regular wage. It’s safe to say that financially, it’s been tough and Tom’s had to work extra shifts to pick up the financial slack that you can’t. 

He’s overworked, that’s for sure. It only seems fair that you return as quickly as you can, when he’s provided for the last eight months with little rest or days off. 

But the idea of leaving her… of allowing your mothers to take turns in caring for her while you’re off at work isn’t something you want to think about. 

“Babe, it’s fine. We can make it work for another couple of months or so.” 

You could cry. You love him, truly, but you just wish he’d be more honest with how much he’s struggling to keep up. 

You shake your head, pulling your laptop back from him. “We can’t make it work for another couple of months. We’re barely making it work now.”

Tom doesn’t say anything, just purses his lips and folds his hands on top of the table. He doesn’t want you to feel forced to go back to work, but he could also do with a hand or a day off. 

“I’ll put a request in for 30 hours a week, rather than my regular 40. At least then, my pay will be doubled and after she gets in the swing of me being back at work, I can up my hours again in a couple months time.”

Tom reaches for Paisley, bringing her to sit on his knee as she smashes her teething ring on the edge of the table. 

“Do you want me to speak to Mum about set days with Pais, split them between your Mum so they both get time with her?” Tom suggests.

You let out a sigh, nodding. “Maybe invite them both round for dinner tomorrow to sort it out, it might be easier with your Mum's shift work.” 

Tom nods, setting a kiss to the top of Paisley’s head. 

“We’ll make it work, darling.”

You smile, reaching for both their hands. “We always do.”

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[thewriterg]

♡︎Winnie the Pooh♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Dad!Tom x Mom!reader

Summary: You were a stubborn women just about everyone in your life knew that but Tom will put his foot down no matter what when it comes to your health —flufftober;day 10—

Word count: 800+

Warning(s): Sleep deprivation, going into detail of breastfeeding, stress, bad habits, and concerned Tom

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— I was literally half dead sleep when I wrote this so waking up and correcting typos

Tom had rolled over in bed going to throw an arm over you when his fell into the mattress of the result of your side of the bed being empty this had your Husband peeling his eyes open reading the red number on your bedside clock

3:52 am

It was witches hour and while Tom thought as rationally as he could sense he was still half asleep Sitting up in his place he reached for his glasses and began to look around the room your bathroom light wasn’t on so that idea left as soon as it came

Pushing his tussled curls out of his face Tom rose from his bed taking not a short second to stretch before he made it way out the door of your room and into your hallway going to the place he’d thought he find you first the nursery but when he opened the door to not see you nor the baby he couldn’t help but furrow his brows

The rocking chair you favorited was left untouched and the honey pot nightlight you used to see was left off after standing in the middle of the nursery for a short while the Winnie and the Pooh stickers stared back at him before moving on to the next room

Tom had checked all of upstairs including guest bedrooms before he started his trail down the stairs of your home before turning the corner tho where the kitchen was you could see a dimly lit light seeping into the hallway

Without another waisted second Tom had quickly walked Into your office you were sitting at your desk a baby wrap securing Y/b/n to your chest while they fed from you and if you listened close enough you could hear the soft suckling noises

You on the other hand had rested your head against your palm with a set of index cards, at least three different notebooks, and a textbook In front of you your eyes were bloodshot and glossy and the bags under your eyes grew and by the looks of it you didn’t even know that Tom had entere

“Hey mama, what are you doing it’s late” Your husband had made his his way in front of your desk before walking to the side of you now squatting in his position looking up at your face never taking his eyes off you

“Oh, well they were crying and I uhh just decided to get some studying in” Tom tilted his head at that pressing his lips into a straight line it was one of the hardest weeks you were all having in your household to the point where you would start to tie it with the week of your delivery date

You had been working your ass off. You were on the road of graduating college at 22, Continually promoting the movie that you’d starred in with interviews and pr, and overall handling being a mom.

You both had talked about this and Tom couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that you had so many things on your plate and you wouldn’t let him take something off your shoulders

It wasn’t like you had openly said no, that’s not what you said at all but You and Tom had repeated discussions about You letting him take the baby more often and even brought up the idea to start breast pumping

But yet here you were again up with your baby at the crack of dawn.

“Baby you.. you can’t keep doing this to yourself” Tom had sat his warm hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth and it almost could’ve put you to sleep hell anything could’ve put you to sleep in that moment

“I just, wanna be a good Mom but i-it’s so hard trying to juggle everything by myself ” Your voice began to crack and Tom could cry at how you began to break down

“Hey,hey, hey.. You are a wonderful Mom Y/n you’re the worlds greatest one but honey I have to put my foot down I can’t keep letting you go on like this” You we’re both hand in hand and the pad of your thumb ran over the cold gold of Toms wedding band before You nodded 

“You’re going to get six to seven hours of sleep minimum, You are going to eat three meals a day, You do not walk into that nursery past twelve, and you will not be in this office past ten understand?” While your husband listed your new rules you couldn’t help but softly smile to yourself because you knew how much he cared and that you were a team, you always had been.

“Come on we’re gonna get you both to bed” Tom had smiled back at You before standing to his full height and holding out his hand for you to take as you both left your office hiking up the stairs

That early morning night you didn’t lift your head from your pillow once and you didn’t wake up to at least eleven In the morning all your alarms and notifications silenced with pancakes in bed

You couldn’t ask for a better partner

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[sunshinesteviee]

Would you write a cozy sunday with Dad!Tom and you staying inside with the kids?? I need some sweetness. Thank you 😘😘

omg dad!tom my beloved, i've missed writing you... it's not 100% what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyways! wc: 596, fem!reader

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You’d woken up to two small pairs of hands reaching over the side of the bed. It was still much too early to be awake, but your twins were awake and trying to climb into your bed. Still half asleep, you bent over the side of the bed to pick them up one at a time and drag them onto the bedspread. 

Once they were both sitting on the covers, you whispered, “What are you two doing up? ‘S still so early. Mummy and Daddy are sleepy.”

“We wan’ snuggle,” your little girl, Eleanor, replied in a whisper. Wyatt, her brother, who also appeared to still be half asleep, nodded in agreement. 

Your heart nearly melted at their answer, and you agreed to let them crawl underneath the covers with you. They wouldn’t want to do this forever, so you wanted to take advantage of the time while they did. “Okay,” you nodded, lifting the covers so they could join you, “But we’re all gonna close our eyes for a bit longer, okay?”

Always a daddy’s girl, Eleanor pressed herself into Tom’s side, who was still fast asleep. He didn’t have to be awake to curl an arm around her, though, and pull her closer. Wyatt joined you after a moment, placing himself on top of your chest, his head resting right over your heart. 

They were both cuddly kids — took after their dad — but you couldn’t really complain. With your hand rubbing soft circles over your little boy’s back, you asked in a whisper, “Comfy, love bug?” He nodded in agreement, and it didn’t take long until he was fast asleep against your chest. 

When you woke up again, both of your kids were still fast asleep next to you, but Tom was missing from the pile of limbs and blankets. You’d hoped it would be a quiet morning — cuddles and breakfast in bed with all of your loves — so you hoped Tom hadn’t gotten up to get the day started. 

Thankfully, Tom appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, a mug in each hand. Noticing you were awake, he couldn’t help but grin at you as he crossed the room, moving to your side of the bed. His voice was soft, still raspy as he whispered, “Morning, love.” 

“G’morning, baby,” you whispered in reply, shifting up to sit against the headboard, moving carefully so you wouldn’t wake your babies. You pushed your chin up towards your husband as you grasped your mug in both hands, holding it to your chest. Tom took the hint, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Thanks for the coffee.” 

“Anytime, love. When did these two end up in bed with us?” he asked as he rounded the bed back to his side, slipping under the covers to sit against the headboard, too. 

You glanced at the clock and then let out a yawn, “Hour and a half ago maybe? Think El talked Wyatt into it, he was still half asleep.” You glanced down at Wyatt, whose head was resting in your lap now, and brushed your hand through his hair. 

Tom laughed quietly, taking a sip of his tea, “Sounds about right. Figured we could have a lazy day?”

“Ugh, you read my mind. Breakfast in bed? We can cuddle and watch cartoons with these stinkers. I’ll have to get groceries at some point today, but that can wait til later.”

“Sounds perfect,” Tom nodded in agreement, leaning over your sleeping babies to press another soft kiss to your lips. 

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[parkerpeter24]

building a snowman with dad!tom

i love the idea 🥺

pairing: tom holland x reader

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“winters are her favorite season.” tom tells your mom as he helps your little girl pull her arm through the sleev of her new christmas sweater.

little strands of her hair went flying and you brushed them down with your fingers, “do you like the sweater nana got you?” you ask her.

june– your three year old– nods, giving you a toothy smile, “pretty.”

on christmas eve, you and tom called your families over for a dinner. it was a tradition. and now, after dinner, all of you are gathered around the living room, watching june play with her new toy train as everyone exchanged gifts and memories of the past year.

“dada! snow!” june pointed out and all of you noticed that it was starting to snow.

“oh, we better be off before it starts to snow heavily.” your dad pointed out and however much you insisted they stay, it didn’t work as you found yourself standing on the patio of your little house and tom held june’s hand, waving her grandparents goodbye.

the next morning a good layer of snow had set in and the look that tom and june shared first thing in the morning was enough to tell you to pull out jackets and boots for all three of you. sometimes you felt like you had two kids.

you even had to force them to stay in for breakfast. after that, however, the two of them rushed outside because “june wants to make a snowman!”

you went along with them, smiling as june ran over the snow, leaving behind a trail of tiny bootprints. when she accidentally fell over the snow, tom ran towards her and fell on his back beside her on purpose. he started moving his arms and legs over the snow to make snow angels, prompting the little one to do the same as her father.

“come on over and make snow angels with us, darling!” you chuckled at the two of them before following suit.

after the three of you were done making snow angels and june sat up, tired of flailing her arms and legs around.

“hey, little junie, you wanna go inside now?” tom asked, rubbing her back but she shook her head.

“i want snowman!”

and as far as you knew tom, he would do anything to complete any demands of his angel. thus began the conquest of building a snowman.

tom worked on getting the base made while you and june made the smaller ball of snow. when the lower part was done, june helped tom in shaping the snow with her tiny gloved hands. you and tom assembled the remaining snowman, letting june fix the carrot as its nose at last.

“yay!” she grinned, clapping her hands when she was done. tom smiled at her picking her up in his arms and admiring your work.

“now what should we name it?”

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Baby Blues

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warnings: angst, postpartum struggles, anxiety

Summary: You’re struggling to get back to normal after the birth of your son

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“Tom please,” you groaned in frustration, “Please just stay a little longer. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I shower.”

“Darling I can’t, I’ve got to get to this meeting,” he kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile, “I know you’re worried, but he’s sleeping. He won’t notice if you slip away for a moment and take a shower.”

“Tom he’s too young, I can’t leave him on his own yet.”

“I’m not saying leave him alone, just leave the bathroom door open so you can hear him if he starts crying,” he cupped your face, “I’ve really got to get going alright? I promise I won’t be long though. If you're really that worried just wait until I get back.”

“O-Okay,” you blushed, “Have a good meeting.”

“Thank you Peach,” he kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips, “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”

You sighed, watching as he disappeared out the door, leaving you alone with the baby once again. Luca was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone there, even if you were just a few feet away in the shower. You were too worried that he would roll onto his stomach or somehow hurt himself. So instead of showering you laid on the bed and watched him sleep in the bassinet. You held one of his hands while he slept, massaging the back of his soft hand with your thumb.

It was nice, relaxing even, but he didn’t stay asleep for long. Luckily he wasn’t in a fussy mood and after a quick diaper change he was happy to lay on the bed while you cooed at him. Relief flooded over you when Tom finally returned home, you couldn’t wait to shower and finally take a few minutes to yourself. Feeling good about yourself had been a struggle since giving birth, and not being able to spend much time on self care certainly didn’t help.

“Tom,” you smiled happily as he entered your bedroom, “I’m so glad you're home.”

“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”

“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”

“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”

You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.

Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”

You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”

He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”

“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”

“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”

“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”

“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”

“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”

“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”

“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”

“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”

“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”

“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”

“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”

You just pursed your lips and left the room.

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Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.

“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.

“Fine.”

“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”

“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.

“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”

You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”

“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”

“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.

He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.

“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.

“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”

Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.

“Dig in,” he smiled at you.

A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”

“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”

“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”

“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”

“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”

“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”

“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.

“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”

Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”

“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”

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Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.

Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.

“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”

“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”

“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”

“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”

You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.

“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.

You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.

“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”

You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach. 

“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”

You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.

It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.

You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.

“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”

When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.

“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”

Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate. 

“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”

You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

“Tom?” you sniffled.

He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”

You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.

Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.

While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.

“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed. 

“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”

You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”

“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”

“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”

“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”

You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”

“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”

You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”

“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.

“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”

“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”

“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.

“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”

You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.

Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’

“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”

“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”

You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”

Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”

“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”

“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”

“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”

“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”

“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”

You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”

“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom.”

“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.

“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.

“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”

“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”

“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.

“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”

“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”

“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”

“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”

You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”

“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.

“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.

“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”

“You’re the best husband.”

“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”

“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”

You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”

You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”

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[hollandsangel]

hey! can you please write a dad!tom where reader takes the kids to visit him on set??

please i can picture this so vividly he'd be so happy :(

“did you see that, mommy?” your son asks, voice disbeliving and eyes wide, “that man was in a real plane!!” you smile down at the messy head of curls, looking in the direction he’s pointing.

“it’s cool isn’t it, baby,” you say, looking to your other side where you daughter is clinging to two of your fingers.

“where’s daddy?” she asks, staring at her sneakers as they light up with each step she takes.

“he’s on stage 26, can you see the number 26 around anywhere?” you ask the kids, giving both their hands a little squeeze when they both shoot up to look for the number. your daughter is a bit too young to really understand the concept of numbers, but you know she’ll be excited all the same. she’s like a shadow to her older brother.

“there, mommy! i see it!” he calls excitedly, tugging on your hand and beaming as he points at the large numbers painted on the wall. 

“i don’t see it,” your little girl pouts, her lip wobbling as she frantically looks around, “i don’t see daddy,”

“here, babygirl,” you lift her up, her little body fitting right against the curve of your waist, “we can’t see daddy just yet, but that’s where he is,” you explain, turning to face her to watch her lips turn into a smile. she has tom’s smile.

“can we go, mommy?” you feel your son tug on the hem of your shirt, and when you look down at him he is the striking image of his father.

“yeah,” you nod, offering him your hand, “let’s go.”

“right, so you’ll jump here for the shot, and after we’ll harness you up and get the shot of you ‘falling,’ sound good?” tom nods at his director, his arms folded in concentration.

you try to keep your son close to you, but he wriggles his hand out of yours and sprints forward the second he sees his dad. you try calling after him, but he’s on a mission, and soon enough, your daughter slides her way out of your arms and follows after her brother.

“daddy!” a little voice calls out, and tom’s arms unfold as he turns toward the source of the sound, the sight of his children running towards him one sweet enough to make his teeth ache.

“hey!” he grins. he beams. you watch as he crouches down and opens his arms, nearly falling over with the force in which the two little ones run into him. you can’t help but smile too, watching the three of them giggle. “what are you guys doing here, huh?” he asks once he finally pulls away, “where’s mum?”

“we wanted to come visit you!” and “mommy’s over there!” comes as a jumbled response from both kids at the same time as you walk towards them, catching tom’s smile up at you.

“hello, darling,” he says, still kneeling on the ground with his son and daughter holding him tight.

you lean down and offer him a kiss, earring a corus of ‘ewww’s’ from the two, and a few chuckles from some of the crew members. “hi, hope now’s an okay time,” you squeeze tom’s shoulder, and he rests his hand over yours.

“always, always got time for my three favourite people,” he turns back to the kids, winking.

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[spideyzgirl]

could you do a dad!tom fic? more like step dad tom, maybe the reader walks in on her son and tom tom getting along with each other & it makes her happy :)

↳ *father figure* ༉‧₊˚✧

(A/N) no bc i had a hard time figuring out what to title this so i’m sorry about the title- and thank you so much for requesting! everyone who requested you’re angels fr <3

summary ↠ walking in on your son and tom having fun with each other was something you didn’t know you needed to see.

pairing ↠ tom holland x mom!reader

warnings ↠ just fluff

taglist | masterlist

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walking into your home, the sound of giggles and playful screams filled your ears. you caught sight of your little son play fighting tom in your living room. you pouted at the adorable scene in frontof you and you didn't dare interrupt their fun.

it warmed your heart to see the two loves of your life get along with each other. after a while you cleared your throat, giggling when their heads perked up to look at you.

"are you losing a fight to a four year old? i can't imagine how bruised your ego is right now." you spoke up.

your little one shot up and ran over to you hugging your legs as tight as he could. "mommy, i beat tom! did you see me?" he beamed up at you.

“i saw buddy, you're so strong!” you ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to his head. "can you clean up your toys so we can get ready for dinner?" he nodded and trotted over to the heap of toys on the floor.

"hey love," tom walked over to you, greeting you with a kiss. "when did you get here?"

“a little while ago. i was just watching you two, i love seeing you guys play together.”

"oh darling, i don't think he was playing. that kids got a mean right hook. we should probably get him into boxing." he rubbed his right shoulder soothingly, drawing a laugh from you.

"i'll look into it." out of the corner of your eye you saw how your son, who was paying too much attention to tom to be listening to your conversation, was mimicking toms stance. it made your heart swell knowing that he accepted tom into his life as his father figure.

“tom, he really likes you." you smiled.

“oh, i don't know. we were just bored, didn't have anything else to do." tom shrugged and looked down to hide the smile on his face. hearing you confirm it meant the world to him.

“no, he does. i've never seen him so comfortable with anyone but me. he adores you.”

“really? well, that's good. because i love him a lot, and i love you.”

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[userholland]

i have this image of dad!tom a few weeks after bringing the baby home from the hospital and he’s just obsessed with dressing them up in all the clothes you both bought them 🥺 think of all the tiny onesies and tiny pants and tiny shoes and tiny accessories 🥺 or maybe when the kid’s a few months old i can’t imagine a newborn needing to wear pants and shoes aren’t they always bundled up and shit… use your creativity ❤️

pairing－ dad!tom holland x female!reader [their daughter's name is lily & she's ten months old!]

contains－ domestic!tom being too much for me to handle, but i still wrote it for my main squish @venomsilk !

word count－ 802

No one ever told you all of the other costs you'd make after the baby comes. Yes, there's the crib, the accessories for the room, monitors, even a few toys for them to sleep with at night. That was all necessary... but, there was no knowing about the amount of clothes you could buy for a someone who hasn't even lived a year of their life.

In the early mornings, you and Tom took turns getting Lily ready for the day. Usually, it depended on who woke up first or more likely, who felt more awake. Since Tom was used to a sunrise wake-up, he would naturally get up and make his way to your daughter's nursery.

She was usually laying on her back with one of her plushies next to her, and he was always in awe of his baby girl. The two of you had already made so many plans for her future, knowing she was going to be as kind and successful no matter what she would do.

"Good mornin', darling." He would mumble as his arms curled around her small body and move her to the changing table.

When you got up a half-hour or later, you would put the kettle on and putting Lily's high chair at the table. After getting yours and Tom's tea cups out, he'd walk down the hall holding Lily in her outfit of the day.

Today, she was sporting a long sleeve, pastel-pink shirt and white overalls with small (soon to grow out of) trainers. If Tom had dressed her for the day, that meant you were in charge of her－ no discredit to Tom but, he had seen a TikTok hack that involved a vacuum making a ponytail and you were weary of the idea.

"Look at you! My sweet." You giggled, holding your arms out for her.

"Oh, why thank you, darling. But, I'm just in my pajamas." Tom replied, his dad jokes really being put to use lately.

You rolled your eyes, then left kisses all over Lily's cheeks before placing her down in her high chair. Yes, this may be the outfit of the day, but if it was a messy morning, another outfit would already be in mind for Tom.

At first, he thought that a baby should simply be in a diaper since all they do is make a mess of themselves. That was until he got gifts from yours and his relatives, mostly baby clothes and he suddenly wanted to dress Lily up for any occasion. He would always admit his baby was the cutest since it was a perfect combo of your shared looks. Lord, Tom was so corny. (Not wrong though.)

"I think that we should do with some buns today, yeah?" You asked, playing with Lily's hair before you nodded, "Or a bow?"

"Or the new headband I got her." Tom suggested, trying to be sly.

You giggled, "Oh, the pink one with the butterfly to the side?"

"Well, it's for her. I want our kid to be the most stylish once she starts going to daycares and school." He winked, watching you brush some of her hair.

Lily smiled, lightly smacking her hands against her tray and it made Tom grin. He saw your smile when she smiled, thinking its a small reminder of you in her.

You walked to the front door, checking the mail but there was a box on your doormat. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head and read, "Carter's" which was a baby store.

"Babe, did you order this?" You asked as you brought it in, placing it on top of the kitchen counter.

Tom turned, "Yeah, just a few clothes." He trailed, watching you open the box with scissors to break the tape seal.

As you opened it, the fresh smell hit your nose and there were at least twenty pieces of clothes wrapped carefully in a branded tissue paper.

"Thomas Stanley Holland..." You trailed.

No matter what age, Tom knew hearing his full name was never a good thing. But, he looked up and saw you going through all of the clothes. Shirts, pajamas, onesies, even two pairs of shoes that she was eventually going to grow out of in at least a month.

"You have gone baby overboard." You chuckled, but you thought that this nice sage green shirt with a giraffe was just her style.

"Okay, okay. No more... without asking you first." He smiled at you before glancing back at Lily, "But, you know you look cute, don't you?"

She babbled, Tom becoming giddy and you were smitten at the scene. You knew, even before you got pregnant, that Tom was going to be the best dad he could be for his kid－ nothing less for his little girl.

#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem!reader #dad!tom #tommyblurbs

[prsfphone]

Hii this is a request for tom riddle, could you write a one shot about dad!tom ik this is vague sorry

your little girl has tom’s eyes.

dark and endless, sucking in all the light in the room unabashedly and with a smile.

she’s got your hair and your bossy-ness and her little nose is all you and your husband adores her all the more for it.

every night since she was born, tom reads her a story before bed, lulling her to sleep with his low, soft voice. “just one more chapter, daddy,” she’ll plead with him, even as her eyes are falling shut. he always complies—anything for his little girl. when she’s sound asleep, snoring softly, you’ll often watch from the doorway as he presses a kiss to her forehead, her cheek and offers you one as he shuts her door softly behind him.

he brings you flowers often—since the day you two began dating, you’ve never had dead flowers. he loves the way they make your eyes light up. loves sitting down after a long day, with you at his side and your daughter sitting criss-cross on the floor while you braid some of those same flowers into her hair. soon enough your daughter starts getting her own mini bouquets of flowers from tom. he always helps her get rid of the old ones and put the fresh ones in a vase.

tom pays rapt attention as she concentrates very hard on painting his nails a bright, bubbly pink colour. he very seriously admires in a pink barbie mirror the makeup she’s applied on him and tells her next time he would like more glitter. your daughter then insists, in a matter-of-fact tone, that she’ll need more supplies if tom expects her to keep doing his makeup. “of course,” he agrees. then a secret, conspiratorial smile at your daughter while he looks at you: “i’ll pick you up early from school tomorrow and we will go to the store. don’t tell mummy.” she giggles riotously at that and blushes bright when she catches you watching them.

she always gets her favourite, sugary cereal for breakfast because “the other kind hurts my tummy, daddy,” paired with big, puppy dog eyes. she has him wrapped around her finger and when you wryly point it out to him one day with an arched brow he merely stares at you; “where do you think she learned it from, sweetheart?”

#dad!tom #blurb #tom riddle fanfic #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n

[alltoowelltom]

a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

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tysm for reading! reblogs are always appreciated and really help a writer out <3

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x single mom!reader #dad!tom #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst

[spidernerdsblog]

MIHS: everyone thinks leah is like super girly and like doesn’t have the guts to like “hurt anyone” but then they attack and leah beats the shit of some guys IN HIGH HEELS and like doesn’t break a sweat and everyone is like “holy shit” and tom is just like “she’s daddy’s girl”

underestimating her would be the biggest mistake. hope you like this. let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (mob au series)

daddy's girl

Characters : Mob! Tom Holland, Nailah Holland

Warnings : none.

“It looks like we have reached an impasse, Richard.” Nailah says dryly to one of the underbosses of the Irish mob.

“So have we, darling.” he says with a smug grin on his face and Nailah has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “No offense I know Mrs. Holland used to handle the records but you ain’t her.” 

“Mmhmm.” the muscle in her jaw tics with frustration.

“I tell you what.” he steeples his hands in front of him. “This is complicated business, let the men handle it. Go home to daddy little girl, this isn’t one of your kitty parties.”

Anger flares inside Nailah at his last comment as she starts unbuckling the expensive Cartier watch on her wrist “You know I thought of doing this the easy way.” she states grimly placing the watch on the table and stands up sliding back her chair. “But you clearly are a stubborn asshole.” 

Nailah goes around the table and grabs him by the collar to throw him on the floor. 

“What the fuck Nailah!” he groans starting to sit up but she presses a heeled foot over his chest. 

“Handover the records.”

“Do whatever you want, I'm not scared of you.” he spits to which Nailah grins wickedly.

“Oh soon you will be.”

Tom was at his office having a meeting with his soldiers when Richard burst into the room limping and a black right eye.

“Tom! Tom!” he pants with crazed eyes.

“Richard? What the fuck happened to you?” Tom asks with a look of confusion in his eyes.

“That crazy girl!” 

“What girl?”

“That would be me, dad.” Nailah enters the room calmly fixing her watch.

“Are you alright, love?” Tom immediately stands up doing a once over to make sure his daughter is well.

“You should be asking me that, Tom!” Richard balks out and Tom shoots him a lethal glare which prompts him to shut up.

“What did he do?” Tom asks Nailah with a serious tone.

Richard gasps in horror. “I didn't do anything, I swear.” 

“Daddy, Richard here thinks I’m not suitable for handling the finances of our business. He says I’m just a girl, too young, spoiled and naive to understand how things work in the mob. So I showed him how much capable I am.” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“I-I didn’t say anything wrong.” he stutters. “Women have no place in the mob business.” 

Tom yanks him by his collar. “Listen you piece of shit if I hear anymore rubbish from your mouth I’m going to cut your tongue out. Do you understand?”

“Ye-yes Tom.”

“I want to make this clear to everybody” Tom announces standing in the middle of the room “from now on Nailah will be handling the records of the legal side of our business so you’re going to show respect and listen to every fucking word of her and if anybody got a problem you have to deal with me. Am I clear?” 

“Yes boss.” they chant in unison.

“Good.” Tom nods before turning to Richard. “And Richard, you need to apologize to my daughter.”

“Tom?” he looks at him in disbelief.

“Apologize now.” Tom states through his teeth.

“I’m sorry Ms. Holland.” Richard says half heartedly.

“Tsk, tsk if you’re going to apologize, at least do it properly.” Nailah chastises.

“Sorry what?”

“On your knees Richard.” she orders with a smirk. You had always told her that everyone is going to her in every step of her life because she is a girl but she needs to make sure to show them their place. Tom was still glaring at Richard and he valued his life more so begrudgingly he got down on his knees in front of her and took her hand in his. 

“I apologize for my behavior Ms. Holland, it won't happen again.”

“That’s better.” Nailah says and takes out a clean handkerchief from her jacket and leans forward to press it against the blood coming out of his nose. “you see if you would have just listened this all could have been avoided. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating women again in your life.” she stands straight with warning in her tone.

“Everyone leave.” Tom orders and all his men including Richard slowly file out of his office.

“I’m so proud of you. You showed them you’re my girl.” Tom ruffles her hair lovingly.

“Learned from the best.” she grins at him widely.

“C’mon let’s go to your mum’s diner and grab some of your favorite chocolate milkshake with burger and fries.”

“You always know how to make me happy.” Nailah wraps her arms around his waist.

“Because you are and will always be my little princess.” He places a soft kiss on her temple. “Nothing matters more than you.”

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You ask Tom to feature in your new music video even though the two of you have a secret relationship.

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[tomhollandfics]

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hello! i think you're looking for The Cooking Class by @kaylans-imagines x

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