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Birthday Girl - Tom Holland

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @evermoreparker I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I hope you enjoy this oneshot featuring Tom :) in bold, it is Portuguese, in italics, it's Portuguese but written in English to be read. thank you!!!

Tom Holland x Reader [Established Relationship/Fluff] Warnings: cursing, stupid gifts, lil make out session Word Count: 3.1k

Tom was thrilled about your upcoming birthday. He bought you so many gifts that he was sure that you’d like, since you did ask for them before – even though he knew they were a bit unreasonable. Tonight, you two were going to your parents’ home for a birthday dinner. Tomorrow was your actual birthday, and you two were going to hang out for the day driving around.

Back to the gifts he got you – he went through hell trying to bring them over to Brazil in the airport. He ended up shipping it instead and spending a small fortune to do it.

And the gifts were… questionable. But you said you really wanted these things, so Tom bought them.

He remembered each item like it was yesterday.

You two were at the dermatologist to pick up one of his friends from his appointment to go to lunch. You were sitting in the lobby and had been looking through the advertisements in one of the medical magazines, pointing out the silly things.

“Woah, Tom look at this thing. It’s a foil hat and it makes sure there’s enough cool air around your head. I love it so much, imagine if we wore this together and watched Alien movies at the theaters. I think we might be kicked out for that, or maybe laughed at, but this is an important medical thing apparently.” You giggled, passing the magazine to him.

He snorted at it, “I used to think aliens read our minds IF we put on an aluminum hat.”

“Oh baby, you’re adorable.” You laughed hard at him, “How old were you?”

“Thirteen… I know, I was dumb.” He responded with an embarrassed blush on his face. You shook your head, not believing it but continued to laugh and pat his arm.

“No way, you’re actually pretty smart. Because you know how much I would love to wear aluminum hats for my upcoming birthday.” You snickered and Tom’s head snapped up to yours, suddenly concentrating to remember that.

He was 100% sure that you truly wanted a foil hat for your birthday.

The next time was at a fair. You two were waiting in line for a ride and there was a food stall right next to you. You pointed out something on one of the shelves and Tom looked at it, interested in where it was going.

“Tom, please, we got to get this huge jar of mustard-cotton candy flavored pickles. PLEASE, WE NEED THIS.” You almost shouted at the end, laughing hysterically.

Tom nodded, “Oh, yeah, if you really want it.”

“Not right now, but some time in my life, I need to try that.” You continued to talk about it.

Tom saw that as another thing that you really wanted for your birthday. He bought four jars of the very kind you pointed at.

The last thing, he was still unsure of why in the world you would want this. You had been laughing while texting one of your friends about toilet paper and a specific British brand that you two never used. He bought it after you talked about it the fourth time after he heard you say something about your birthday.

“So, you really want this toilet paper?” He asked once while you were joking about it on the phone with your friend. He heard on the other line, “Yes!” And it caused you to laugh even more and agree, saying, “Yes, we need this toilet paper.”

He bought it!

He had no clue why you would want this for your birthday specifically, but he bought it for you. He hoped you’d like the gifts. He bought you a few more practical gifts, like some jewelry and makeup, and some clothing that you’d love.

He made sure all the gifts were wrapped prettily and ready for your birthday. He hid them under the bed in the hotel room and was now getting ready with you to go to your parents’ place. He was planning on giving you the gifts after dinner tonight, when you two get back from your parents’ home.

You were wearing a beautiful deep blue dress, after telling him not to worry about dressing casually. He ended up dressed in a suit, thinking it would match your outfit and impress your parents. You said that you were only wearing the dress because it was from your parents, but Tom thought he had to do his best to impress them.

It did impress your parents that he owned at least one suit, but it was not impressive that he wore it to their home. They were only wearing some jeans and a casual shirt, which made Tom feel like an absolute jerk.

When they opened the door, Tom greeted them with what he memorized in the notes you gave him earlier to speak Portuguese.

He tried his best to recall what the notes said:

Hello, how are you doing? You have a beautiful home. It is great to meet you in person. I just have to say that your daughter is incredible, and I love her very much. Thank you for raising such a lovely lady. Bendito seja o Petróleo do qual extraíram o diesel que abasteceu o caminhão que levou o concreto para construir o hospital onde sua filha nasceu.

Another note card said:

Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home. I love this food, it is delicious. Ouviram do Ipiranga as margens plácidas, De um povo heróico o brado retumbante, E o sol da Liberdade, em raios fúlgidos, Brilhou no céu da Pátria naquele momento, que sua filha nasceu.

And more:

You are very kind. I am so happy to see you in person. I would very much like to welcome you into our home in England as well. You are free to come visit us whenever you’d like. Se o penhor dessa igualdade, Conseguimos conquistar com braço forte, Em teu seio, ó Liberdade, A própria morte desafia nosso peito para ver se sou digno de sua filha.

There was a lot more and he did his best to remember and recall it now.

“Blessed be the Oil from which they extracted the diesel that fueled the truck that carried the concrete to build the hospital where their daughter was born.” He introduced himself, and asked how they were doing, which was the first note he memorized. He didn’t know how he sounded in Portuguese but based off your parents’ wide smiles and wide eyes, he thought they were impressed.

They looked at you with amusement and a bit of shock. “Did you really get your fiancé to say this? Does he know what he’s saying?” They asked you in Portuguese to which you quickly shook your head while covering your mouth to hide your laugh.

“No, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He thinks he’s saying something nice about the home and how it’s good to meet you in person.” You responded with a small snort, which you quickly coughed over when Tom looked over at you.

“Oh goodness, Y/n.” Your mom spoke up and shook her head, but by her smile you could tell that she thought it was really funny.

“I’m sorry I don’t know Portuguese well enough for a conversation, but I promise to try to learn some more.” Tom said in English, becoming a bit shy as he glanced over at you for help.

“Oh, no, it’s okay! We can talk in English a little bit.” Your dad voiced out in English, a bit hesitant but his English was good to which Tom smiled, feeling relieved.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure about how to talk in Portuguese the whole meal.” He responded, scratching his hair slightly. You pouted over at him, noticing how nervous he felt about the conversation. You stepped closer to him and pulled his hand into yours and squeezed gently.

He squeezed back instantly and gave you a sweet smile as your parents welcomed you inside the house.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’ll be ok!” You promised him, whispering up into his ear and he nodded slightly, and squeezed your hand again in agreement.

“Thank you,” He mumbled back with a small smile.

During the dinner, things were great. The food was definitely delicious. Your parents were serving your favorite foods and a few of your favorite treats, including brigadeiro. You had packed the food on Tom’s plate, wondering if he would like it or not.

“How is it?” You asked, nudging his side as he took a bite of the rice in one of the dishes. Tom grinned over to you with food in his mouth.

“This is amazing.” He responded with wide eyes, making you and your parents laugh softly.

“We’re glad you enjoy it. These are Y/n’s favorites.” Your dad said as he poured Tom some more water.

Tom smiled to him, “I can see why these are her favorites. Did you make them a lot when she was growing up? What was she like growing up? She never tells me any embarrassing stories.” You stared at him, shocked he brought that up while your mom snickered.

“Oh, we’ve got a lot of embarrassing stories of her.” Your mom said, nodding over to you, to which you groaned and covered your face with your hands.

“Mom, Dad, please don’t.” You begged, making everyone at the table laugh again. You shook your head at Tom for bringing it up.

“As a baby, she was such a sweet little girl. She barely cried but as a toddler… she was crazy. She climbed everything! Tried to climb up on trees like a cat, even tried to climb on a truck!” Your mom said, giggling as Tom choked on his food, trying not to laugh.

You groaned loudly, “Stop it please, now is definitely not the time for this.” Your parents continued to tease you and tell Tom a few more funny stories from your childhood, that you definitely didn’t want Tom to know about.

“And then there was the time in high school, at one of her friend’s parties,” You cut your dad off with a loud obnoxious fake cough.

“Thank you for that, I think Tom has heard enough now!” You cleared your throat, looking at each of them seriously. Your dad snorted before he took a drink of his water.

“When we’re in private, Tom, I’ll tell you more.” He said and Tom nodded eagerly, “I’d love that.”

Your mom laughed and continued, “And we’ll show you the baby pictures.”

“No!” You denied, groaning, and laughing at the same time.

During the meal, Tom thought it would be best to try to talk Portuguese again, using those notecards that you gave him.

He gave a smile to you and leaned over to tell you, “I’m going to try talking in Portuguese again!” He whispered excitedly to you. “The placid banks of the Ipiranga heard, The resounding cry of a heroic people, And the sun of Liberty, in brilliant rays, Shined in the sky of the Homeland at that moment, when your daughter was born.” He spoke up in a confident voice, thinking he was saying the second notecard he memorized in Portuguese.

The table went silent as the three of you all, except for Tom, stared at him confused and amused.

“Tom, your Portuguese is incredibly good.” Your mom giggled at first, grinning widely at him and he sighed, relieved and thankful for the compliment.

“Thank you! But yes, really, this food is amazing. Thank you again.” He responded, nodding to her.

When he did it again, the three of you finally burst out laughing at the language. Tom gazed around the room confused and a bit concerned, wondering if he said something wrong by accident. All he was trying to say was that he would love for them to visit your home in England.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I gave you a script – it was some weird tweet and then the national anthem but with a little twist.” You apologized, confessing to what you did.

Tom gasped, “What? It wasn’t too weird, was it?” He asked, pleading as he glanced around at your parents, who avoided his gaze with another laugh.

“It was – ah, charming, personality-building. Yes.” Your dad said, shrugging at Tom, who gasped again at you this time.

“Oh god, it was so weird.” He coughed out, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized, then looked at you again, “Meanie.”

By the time you two got back to the hotel, it was pretty late and you two were a bit tired. Tom still wanted to give you the gifts though, that you asked for and those that he bought thinking of you. While you were in the bathroom, Tom pulled them out and set them on the bed.

He arranged them into a neat pile and then waited for you to come out of the bathroom. When you came out, you were only wearing a robe, ready to go to bed.

“Tom, baby? Are you going to take a shower tonight or in the morning?” You asked, yawning slightly as you walked closer to him. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug.

“Mm, I’ll take one in the morning I think, but I got you a few things for your tomorrow, birthday girl.” He spoke up and gestured to the gifts on the bed. You gasped with surprise, happy that he did this.

“What? You didn’t need to bring it on the trip with us! That’s so kind of you.” You shook your head, but a big smile was forming on your face.

“Kind enough that you want to maybe give me a kiss?” He teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully at him but leaned up and kissed his lips gently.

He wrapped an arm around you to tug you closer to him and you sighed into the kiss, causing Tom to slip his tongue up into your mouth and gently caress yours. You moaned at the feeling, kissing him back more eagerly than before, putting a hand on his face.

“Wait, wait, before we get carried away, I want you to open your gifts.” Tom pulled away reluctantly, sighing a little bit in defeat.

You chuckled, “Okay, then we get back to that.”

“Deal!” He agreed quickly, making you both laugh a bit. He handed you the first gift, which was the foil hat. When you started to open it up, Tom gave you a bright smile, making you pause.

“Is this something weird?” Your question made Tom bite his lip and nod.

“You asked for it though. I thought you were being serious, so I got it and a few other – uh, questionable ones.”

“Oh shit, what? I don’t remember asking for anything.” You laughed hard, shocked. You were being honest too, and Tom could see it, making him freeze.

“Oh, no… no no no.” He groaned, pushing his hands up to his face and smacking himself.

You pulled his hands away from his face with a snort, “Come on, you didn’t do anything bad, did you?” Your question made him tilt his head a little bit.

“Well… you’ll see the gifts.” He said as you finished opening the first present.

As you pulled it out, a bizarre look was on your face, and then you glanced over at Tom, who was still suffering from self-misery.

“Is this… aluminum?” Your question made him groan.

“Oh no, you don’t remember this, do you?” He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head no, making him fall back on the bed with a laugh.

“It’s something you saw in a magazine and made a joke about… I thought that you were asking for it for your birthday!”

Your jaw dropped at what he was saying. “No fucking way. Did you buy more weird stuff I joked about?” You asked and he nodded with another moan of disappointment at himself.

“This is going to be so weird, I’m so sorry. I bought you more gifts too, because I thought you might not like these ones.” He said, sitting up as you started to open the second gift, the pickle jar.

“Aw Tom, I do like these ones, don’t worry, it’s funny and cute. Thank you.” You spoke up as you started to realize what it was. “And I love pickles! I’ve never tried this flavor before, thank you.” You told him, and he chuckled again.

“This is crazy, I’m sorry again, darling.” He shook his head at himself. Then he pointed to the last one and chuckled, “Uh, you might not want to open this one.”

“Why? It can’t be that bad.” Your words made him take a deep breath in and again, he groaned.

“It’s that bad.” He mumbled back.

You opened it almost immediately after he said that, and then you instantly started to laugh hysterically. You clutched your stomach and your face got warm from how much you were laughing.

“Is this – British toilet paper?” You almost gagged as you were laughing so hard and Tom stared at you, bemused but completely confused at your reaction. It looked like you loved it.

“Yes, unfortunately.” He said, watching your reaction.

You laughed even harder and dropped it and slid over to him, falling on top of his body to hug him. He let out a huff of air as you hugged him hard, while still laughing which caused him to start laughing too. You both giggled until you ran out of air.

“I love these gifts, thank you baby.” You mumbled up to his ear and he grinned brightly, happy that you liked those weird gifts. “And I love you.” You finished, moving your head down so you could kiss his lips.

He responded to the kiss quickly, kissing you back just as hard and passionately. You two continued to make out as his hands ran up and down your body before stopping on your ass, and squeezing it tight before pulling his head away from yours.

“I love you too, I’m happy you liked those gifts, I thought you might hate them.” He replied and you laughed a bit more.

“No, of course not. Here, help me put on this foil hat thing.”

The two of you woke up late in the morning, but didn’t get out of bed for a while. You two lazily stared at each other and spoke slow words, memorizing each other’s morning beauty.

“Happy birthday, love.” Tom whispered, leaning down to your lips and kissing you softly. He pulled away and then kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much.” He mumbled, as he cuddled closer to you. You murmured the words back as he pulled you into another kiss.

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