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emmy2026 · 1 year

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Finally

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 0.9k

Summary: after years of struggling with infertility, you find out you’re pregnant

Triggers: talk of vomit, I think that’s it, if you find any more let me know

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You were staying at Toms parents house for a few days, Tom was out with his brothers playing golf. So, it was just you, Nikki, and Dom.

You had woke up feeling sick and ended up throwing up a couple times. You had to convince Tom to even leave. After Nikki promising Tom that she would take care of you, Tom had left and promised to be back in a few hours. After beginning to feel better, you and Nikki were making some lunch when Nikki spoke.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test in the past few weeks?” she asked. You stopped cutting the carrots and looked over at her.

“No, why?” you asked, and went back to chopping the vegetables.

“You were sick this morning, and when I was making dinner last night, you said that the mac and cheese was making you sick. You normally love mac and cheese.” You had been feeling different the past few days, but you didn’t want to think it was anything.

“I don’t know.” you whispered loud enough for Nikki to hear. She stopped what she was doing at looked at you.

“You don’t know what?” she asked. You set the knife down and looked back at her.

“I don't know if I can take another one, I mean it’s been almost 2 years since we started trying and every time I see one line,” you felt a lump in your throat, and Nikki pulled me you a hug. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Oh, honey. I’m not going to force you to take one, but I think you should. And if you want me to, I can be there.” we pulled out of the hug and you nodded.

“I’ll run to the store and buy a few after lunch.”

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You were nervous, you had just taken the test and were pacing up and down the hallway. Nikki was sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub and was surprisingly calm. You had to wait 5 minutes to look at the test and get the results. You had heard that moving the test to much could throw off the result so you placed it flat on the counter and put the box over the screen.

Your hands kept finding their way down to your stomach, something felt different this time. You couldn’t explain it.

A few moments later, the door to Dom’s office opened and he stepped out. His face was bunched up in confusion. He looked into the bathroom and was consumed with more confusion.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. You nodded your head kept biting your fingernails. Dom looked back at his wife, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything from you. He looked over at the counter and saw the boxes of pregnancy tests and his face softened. Suddenly, the timer went off on your phone and you walked back into the bathroom. Now Nikki and Dom were both sitting on the edge of the bathtub while you moved the box off the test and picked it up. Once you saw, the air left your lungs, your eyes filled with tears. You had decided to get a digital test, one the says pregnant or not pregnant.

PREGNANT

Nikki got off the tub and grabbed the test from your hands. She gasped and smiled at you, you felt a tear run down your face, so overcome with emotions. You were pulled into a hug by Nikki and you sobbed into her shoulder. It was finally happened, you’re pregnant, you and Tom are going to have a baby. Nikki and Dom gave you their congratulations and you couldn’t stop smiling. The only left was to tell Tom, you knew you couldn’t keep this from him.

“How are you going to tell Tom?” Dom asked.

“I don’t know.” Your fingers went down to play with your wedding ring.

The front door downstairs opened and you heard the laughter of your husband and his brothers. It warmed your heart to see them all together. You took the test and put it into the pocket of your jeans. Dom and Nikki left the bathroom to let you clean yourself up a little bit, since there were tear tracks down your face.

Once you looked better, you made your way downstairs and joined everyone in the kitchen. Tom looked at you and got up from where he was seated at the island. His hands were placed on your face and he looked concerned.

“You alright, love?” he asked. You nodded and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You weren’t feeling good this morning, and you look like you were crying.”

“I’m okay, promise. I, uh, I actually have a surprise for you.” Tom took his hands off your face and you pulled the test out of your pocket. You handed it to him and his eyes widened.

“Are you?” he asked, you nodded and a smile appeared on his face. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around slightly. He set you down and kept hugging you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Tom Holland x Holland reader. The reader is like four years old and is really clingy to Tom when he gets back from filming. Even maybe when he’s with his friends too, she’s shy and just misses him?

Missing Tom || Holland sister

Summary: The reader is the holland’s brothers sister, who is four years old and when Tom is away from filming she misses her big brother a lot. Eventually he comes back home and the reader is very clingy towards him as she missed him.

“Where’s y/n?” Sam asked as he set her plate on the table. The brother hadn’t seen his sister all day and he was getting worried. She was only a toddler after all, she couldn’t be doing much.

“Haven’t seen her all day” Paddy shrugged not looking up once’s from his phone making his older brother scoff. Sam then walked up the stairs going into his sisters open bedroom door not finding her anywhere.

“Y/n?-Bro have you seen Y/n” He asked Harry who walked out his own room. ‘No’ Harry said giving his brother a look. That’s when they heard a little sniffle coming from Toms room. Slowly opening the door a little y/n laid on her brothers bed crying into Toms pillow with Tessa cuddling her.

“y/n/n, hey, hey what’s wrong?” Sam asked crouching down to the crying toddler, who sobbed loudly.

“T-t-Tommy” she cried not being able to breathe properly.

“Shhhh, calm down. Come on breathe with me” He wiped her tears trying to get her breath back. Eventually she calmed down, leaving with just little sniffles.

“I-I want Tommy” She said voice quiet as she cuddled into Tessa more.

“I know darling, Tom will be back soon. He’s at work remember” Sam spoke opening his arms for the little girl to crawl into. He stroked her hair kissing her head. It was sad seeing his little sister like this, she really loved Tom and missed him. All of them did but it was wore for her as she’s still young and doesn’t understand properly.

“You want me to call mum?” Harry asked from the door, hoping Nikki could come home and help the little girl. But she shook her head…all she needs is Tom.

“Wanna eat some food?” Sam asked, she shook her head, no. “Come on you gotta eat, then maybe we will call Tommy” He suggested making her instantly nod.

However later that day when Sam tried to call Tom he said he couldn’t answer. Making y/n get mad and start to cry again. She cried and cried in her mothers arms until she was too tired and ended up falling asleep. This sadly happened a lot so they were used to it.

The next day y/n stayed in Toms bed where she had slept not wanting to move at all. Little did she know Tom was going to return home that day.

“Baby, wanna go on a walk with Tessa?” Nikki asked her only daughter, hoping it will make her feel better.

“No” She simply said still facing the wall.

“Okay, me and dad are gonna go. Sam, Paddy and Harry are here if you need anything” She kissed her head leaving the room with the door a little bit open.

“shhh she’ll hear you” Harry whispered to his older brother as they slowly walked towards his room. “Wait why is she in my room?” Tom asked confused.

“Just go in, don’t be loud” Harry said leaving them both alone.

Tom slowly closed his door, setting his suitcase on the side. Climbing into his unmade bed, going under the covers and wrapping his arms around the small body of his little sister. He kissed her head not knowing if she was sleeping or not.

“Go away” She cried pushing his arms off her thinking it was Harry or Sam or even Paddy.

“Hey, hey now that’s not the way you great your favourite brother you haven’t seen in two months” Tom joked but also was concerned to why she was crying.

As soon as he spoke she turned around snapping her head to her brother she had missed. And throwing herself at him, crying into his neck.

“Why you crying, sweetheart” He rubbed her back.

“Tommy” She sobbed her tears falling on his neck as she pulled away to look at Tom. “I missed you” She said.

“Aww darling, I missed you too” He smiled at the cute 4 year old. Tessa even jumping into him excited. “And you too Tessa” he laughed stroking her.

“Yeah man, I missed you guys” Tom said to his friends as he took a sip of his beer in his hands, still holding onto y/n who cuddled into his lap. Him and his friends were sitting in his living room catching up.

“I gotta go toilet” Tom said placing his van on the side, moving his sister off his lap.

“Noooo!” y/n whined missing being close to her brother.

“I’ll be back im just going bathroom” He reassured her.

“Take me with you” She said standing up.

“I’m not taking you with me silly, i’ll be a minute” He said going to walk away, hearing her drop on the floor crying.

“Someone been missing Tom” Harrison laughed, standing up to pick the girl up. “It’s fine mate I got her” he told Tom as she cried for him to come back.

“Shhh, it’s okay. He’s just going toilet” Tuwaine told her as she shyly hid her face from his friends.

And as Tom said he came a minute later, now carrying y/n’s favourite blanket and her teddy bear Tom brought her when she turned four. When she saw Tom she ran over to him crawling straight into his lap as he gave her the teddy and wrapped her blanket around her.

“She missed you a lot” Harry said.

“Yeah she pulled a big fit last night as you couldn’t call” Sam butted in making the little girl glare at him.

“Shut up” She said rudely.

“Hey we don’t tell people to shut up” Nikki said walking into the room. “Wanna go upstairs, you have to go bed in an hour” She smiled at her child.

“No, please let me stay with Tommy” she said moving into him more.

“I’ll take her up soon, promise” Tom smiled at his mum as she nodded, looking at her oldest and youngest children in awww’s.

“We’re gonna go now anyways” Toms friends say as he gets up to say goodbye, still carrying his sister.

Once they had left he was tired, he was still jet lagged from his morning and just needed a peaceful sleep.

“Wanna go sleep now?” He asked y/n kissing her cheek.

“Yes, your bed?”

“Yeah, you really did miss me, huh?” He walked up the stairs.

“Don’t want you to go” She sadly said as he laid her down in the bed.

“I’m just turning off the light, sweetheart” He turned off the light, pulling y/n close to him.

“Goodnight Tommy, Love you” she smiled cuddling into Tom.

“Goodnight darling, love you too” He kissed her head falling into a deep sleep.

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hazosterfeildandtomholland · 1 year

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Requests

Hey everyone!

now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.

thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started

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dak-attack · 2 years

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Master list

Phone Formats

Eddie Munson

Snapchat imagines

Kit Connor

Tom Holland

Dream Futures

Tom Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Harry Holland

Sam Holland

Paddy Holland

Poems

Dirt and Sand

She Thinks

Other Writes

The Highway

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insanityclause · 19 days

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EXCLUSIVE: One year ago we told you that a second season of John le Carré adaptation The Night Manager was quietly being developed under the codename Steelworks.

Now, Deadline can reveal that the BBC and new co-pro partner Amazon have gone big on a supercharged two-season order of the thriller, with Tom Hiddleston returning to lead, Hugh Laurie coming back as EP and with a new director in I Hate Suzie’s Georgi Banks-Davies. A third season has also been greenlit. David Farr returns as writer and Stephen Garrett is showrunner.

The Night Manager Season 2 will begin filming later this year and will pick up with Hiddleston’s Jonathan Pine eight years after the explosive finale of Season 1, going beyond the original book, which was written by the celebrated British writer in 1993. Additional plot details are being kept under wraps and there is not yet confirmation as to whether EP Laurie’s Richard Roper, who was last seen in the back of a paddy wagon driven by arms buyers who were not best pleased with him, will return to star. Hiddleston will also EP and will discuss in more depth on tonight’s Jimmy Kimmel Live!

Produced by The Ink Factory in association with Character 7, Demarest Films and 127 Wall, and in co-production with Spanish partner Nostromo Pictures, The Night Manager Season 2 was sold to Amazon by Fifth Season. The first was co-produced with AMC.

New director Banks-Davies, a BAFTA-nominee who takes over from Susanne Bier, has credits including I Hate Suzie, Garfield and upcoming Netflix series Kaos.

The Night Manager Season 1 was a huge success, watched by millions and winning multiple BAFTAs, Emmys and Golden Globes including best actor for Hiddleston. Also starring Tom Hollander, Olivia Colman and Elizabeth Debicki, it followed Pine – who ran a luxury hotel in Cairo – as he attempted to infiltrate the inner circle of Roper’s crime syndicate after being hired by Foreign Office task force manager Angela Burr.

The first season was commissioned more than 10 years ago and the show has since been remade in India, lapping the UK version by swiftly having a Season 2 greenlit for Disney+ Hotstar in May last year.

Simon Cornwell and Stephen Cornwell, le Carré’s sons who run The Ink Factory, said Season 1 proved “a landmark moment for the golden era of television – uniting on-screen and behind-the-camera talent at the top of their game – and an audience reception which was beyond our wildest imagining.”

They added: “Revisiting the story of Pine also means going beyond the events of John le Carré’s original work: that is a decision we have not taken lightly, but his compelling characters and the vision David has for their next chapter were irresistible.”

Amazon MGM Studios Head of Television Vernon Sanders said: “We are elated to bring additional seasons of The Night Manager to our Prime Video customers. The combination of terrific source material, the wonderful team at The Ink Factory, a great writer in David Farr, an award-winning director in Georgi Banks-Davies, as well as the talented cast truly make the series the full package.”

Hiddleston said: “The first series of The Night Manager was one of the most creatively fulfilling projects I have ever worked on. The depth, range and complexity of Jonathan Pine was, and remains, a thrilling prospect.”

BBC content boss Charlotte Moore added: “After years of fervent speculation I’m incredibly excited to confirm that The Night Manager is returning to the BBC for two more series.”

The Night Manager series two is created and executive produced by Farr, based on the characters created by le Carré. Additional executive producers include Garrett for Character 7, Banks-Davies, Laurie and Hiddleston; Joe Tsai and Arthur Wang for 127 Wall; Stephen and Simon Cornwell, Michele Wolkoff, and Tessa Inkelaar for The Ink Factory; Adrián Guerra for Nostromo Pictures; William D. Johnson for Demarest Films, Nick Cornwell, Susanne Bier, Chris Rice for Fifth Season and Gaynor Holmes for the BBC.

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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my badass girl ~ tom holland

word count: 2041

request?: yes!

“Hi so this might be weird but could you write a corpse or Tom Holland imagine where the reader is a badass cyber security analyst or a neurosurgeon who is a faceless streamer and they like meet the guys family or something also could the reader be an American who moved to the us a couple years ago”

description: in which his family meets his bad ass, faceless streamer girlfriend

pairing: tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

You bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for someone to open the door at Tom’s parents’ place. You had never felt so nervous in your life. Tom kept trying to assure you that there was no reason to be nervous, but you felt like it was a very big reason actually.

You were meeting his parents for the first time.

Tom reached over and took your hand in his. You looked back at him and he smiled at you. You tried to smile back, but it felt very forced and melted from your face just as quickly as you managed to put it on there.

“It’ll be fine, love,” he said for what felt like the thousandth time. “You’ve already met Sam and Harry and they love you.”

“That’s different. They’re your brothers, not your parents.”

He gave your hand a squeeze. “My parents will love you, too. I know they will.”

You wished you had his optimism.

He was starting to pull you in for a kiss when you heard the door starting to open. You quickly pulled away from him completely, as if being caught just holding his hand would’ve been the worst thing in the world.

Nicola Holland answered the door with a bright smile. Before saying anything to either of you, she quickly pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You were taken by surprise and didn’t know how to react until you managed to remember that when someone hugs you, you’re supposed to hug them back.

Tom chuckled. “It’s nice to see you, too, mum.”

“Oh, I hug you all the time,” she said, waving away Tom’s comment after letting you go. “I haven’t gotten to hug (Y/N) yet.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Holland,” you said once you finally found your voice.

“Please honey, call me Nicola,” she said. “Come in! Dinner is nearly ready. We’ve been waiting for you two to get here.”

Tom shot you a look that said “I told you so”, but you ignored him and followed his mother into the house.

The familiar faces of Tom’s younger brothers met you as you walked into the living room. Harry hugged you first, followed by Sam. They introduced you to the youngest Holland brother, Paddy, who opted to just shake your hand instead of joining all the hugging that was happening.

“Don’t mind him,” Sam said to you. “He still thinks girls have cooties.”

“Do not!” Paddy called in response.

You laughed, feeling the weight being lifted from your shoulders. It felt nice to be surrounded by the familiar comfort of Tom and his brothers, and so far it seemed like things were going well with his mother. She had disappeared into the dining room to set the table for the lot of you. You and Tom were about to sit down on the couch when Nicola poked her head into the room.

“Tom, hun, can you come help me set the table?”

“I can help, Mrs. - I mean, Nicola,” you said, starting to stand again.

“Nonsense, dear. You’re our guest,” she insisted.

“She won’t change her mind on this,” Tom told you. “Consider yourself lucky that you’re still too new to do the dishes.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Nicola said before disappearing back into the dining room.

Tom got up to go help her, leaving you alone. Sam, Harry, and Paddy kept the conversation lively enough that you didn’t feel too awkward. You felt yourself starting to relax into the atmosphere when you heard the front door open and close. You felt your anxiety return as footsteps grew closer to the living room before Dominic Holland appeared in the doorway.

His eyes landed on you almost immediately and you felt like you were going to shrink into the couch. When a smile broke across on his face, you almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Tom, you look different, son!” he said before laughing at his own joke.

You stood and held a hand out to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Holland.”

“Oh, we’re not doing the shaking thing. Bring it in.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that was so tight it could’ve rivalled the one Nicola had given you earlier.

“Also, don’t bother with the formalities. You can call me Dom,” he said once you had pulled away.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dom,” you said. “Also, seems Paddy missed the memo about not doing handshakes.”

“Oh, that’s just because he still believes in cooties.”

Paddy screwed up his face as Sam and Harry started to laugh. You laughed as well, finally feeling completely anxious free. Everything was going well, which was a major relief.

Shortly after Dominic had arrived home, Nicola announced that dinner was ready. The Holland men quickly rushed into the dining room with you following not too far behind. They all took there seats with one left open for you between Tom and Nicola. You sat down and started to pile your plate with the delicious smelling food in front of you. Now that your nerves had subsided, you realized that you were actually really hungry.

There was some polite conversations between the family as you all ate. You nodded along and listened as each member spoke, talking about their day or something that had happened lately that they were excited to share. When Dom’s eyes turned to you, you suddenly felt your nervousness return.

“So, (Y/N),” he started, “Tom has tried to explain to Nicola and I what it is that you do, but we’re still having some trouble understanding. Maybe you can enlighten us better than our son can.”

“Well, I have two things that I do,” you said. “The easiest to explain is that I stream myself playing video games on this website called Twitch. I’m what’s known as a faceless streamer, which means when I’m streaming I don’t show my face and any posts of my face online aren’t connected to that streaming name.”

“See, if that’s what Tom had told us then maybe we wouldn’t have been so confused,” Nicola said. “But that’s not the job that he told us about. He said you work in some form of security or something.”

“I do. I’m a cyber security analyst. That’s technically my main job, and then streaming is something I do on the side. Cyber security analyst is a little bit harder to explain, but basically I monitor networks for anything risky or dangerous, I manage and install software stuff, and I test certain security systems. And I can do it all from the comfort of my own home cause it’s all based through online work.”

You waited for Dominic and Nicola’s reaction to your job. You were proud to be a cyber security analyst. You had worked so hard to get that job. It was years of school and years of trying to get a job in your field after graduating. There was nothing wrong with the job that you did, but not a lot of people understand. They often heard “cyber” or “online” or “work from home” and would automatically assume that what you did was something easy or that you chose that job because it was an internet thing and “all kids are addicted to the internet these days”.

That was an actual reaction from one of your own family members when you told them what you were going to school for.

Tom quickly chimed in before his parents could say anything and said, “It’s so badass! You guys should see her at work. It’s the coolest thing ever, and I don’t even understand most of it.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “He thinks this is cool, and yet he plays Spider-Man.”

“Hey, I act with green screens and wires and stuff. What you do is real, and it’s really cool.”

You smiled and ducked your head so that Tom’s family wouldn’t see the flush spreading across your face. Tom was always made you feel good about what you did, even if he didn’t fully understand it himself. But to him, your cyber security job was the coolest thing in the world. That was a big compliment coming from the guy who played Spider-Man.

“It sounds pretty cool!” Dominic said. “I mean, it sounds very high tech and I’m not very good with that stuff, but it does sound interesting.”

“The streaming sounds nice, too,” Nicola added. “Would it be anything we would be interested in watching?”

You shrugged. “Depends on if you guys are into video games.”

“That means no, you would not be into it,” Harry joked.

The conversation moved on from you and you felt yourself relax once again. It seemed as though the hardest parts were definitely over.

Dinner finished and you insisted on helping Nicola with the dishes. The Holland men sat around in the living room, watching something on TV while talking sports, which was something you definitely did not want to be caught up in since you were not a sports person in the slightest. Once the dishes were finished, you and Nicola joined them for another hour or so before Tom asked if you were ready to go home.

“Oh, you guys have to go so soon?” Nicola asked.

“Sorry mum, but I have an early shoot tomorrow. I gotta go home and get some sleep,” Tom said.

“Well you can go home, but you can leave (Y/N) here,” Dominic said. “We like her better anyways.”

“Ouch,” Tom said, putting a hand over his chest in bock offence. “I never should’ve brought her over to meet you guys.”

“We would’ve forced an introduction eventually,” Nicola said. “But I suppose we can begrudgingly let you two go. As long as you promise to come around often and bring (Y/N) with you.”

“I promise,” Tom said.

He got up and hugged both of his parents goodbye. You followed suit, prepared for their tight hugs this time around. You said goodbye to Sam, Harry, and Paddy and followed Tom towards the front door. Nicola followed to bid you farewell and give you both hugs once more. You felt very comforted with her hugs. They were definitely the hugs of a mother.

You followed Tom out to his car. As you stood at the passenger side door, waiting for him to unlock it, you looked up to see him smirking at you over the top of the car. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t say it, Holland.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said. “Was not going to say anything at all.”

“Good, because if you do I will certainly take your parents offer to stay here for the night.”

Tom laughed and unlocked the car. You both got in and before you could buckle yourself in, Tom grabbed your face and pull you to him. You were shocked by the kiss, but you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips and was muffled by Tom’s own. When you pulled away, Tom was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“What was that about?” you asked him.

“You stopped me from doing that earlier. I’ve been waiting all night to be able to kiss you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You were constantly surprised with how much you more you could love this man and by how full he made your heart feel at every possible moment.

You sat back in your seat and buckled your seatbelt. Tom finally started the car and started driving back home. At some point during the drive, he reached over and held your hand in his. You gave his hand a squeeze, the same way he had to you at the beginning of the night. A small smile was tugging at the corner of your lips. You felt completely blissful and happy. Nothing could ruin the moment.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned your head to look at him. “Hmm?”

“I told you so.”

Okay, that could ruin the moment.

You gasped and snatched your hand from him. “Turn the car around, I’m going back to your parents.”

Tom laughed, the sound like music to your ears.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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broskiblurbs · 11 months

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When I Lose You (A Tom Holland FanFic)

Words: 2729

Summary: You and Tom are engaged, but a battle with cancer has other plans.

Disclaimer: ANGST ANGST ANGST; mentions of death and vomit

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Life. It’s a fragile thing. Something that can be taken in a second. You can do everything right and still not have enough time. Humans long to live until a hundred years old, but death could overcome them before another breath. In reality, how do we have the right to make plans for the future if it isn’t promised? Wouldn’t that be an insult, no, a challenge to the Grim Reaper himself? Death is horrifying and it’s coming.

This was something you found out on starry Friday night, well you imagined it would be starry if there wasn’t so much light pollution. The Hollands, a family you grew quite fond of, were having a rooftop party to celebrate Paddy graduating from secondary school. Everyone was having a great time. The loud music was causing a headache for you, but you just popped an Ibuprofen and kept pushing through. Headaches haven't been an uncommon thing for you recently, especially in the mornings. You figure it’s just the stress of wedding planning.

Tom Holland, your husband to be, currently had his arm around your waist and boasting to his best mate, Harrison, about soccer. Well, Tom would call it football. The world seemed to start spinning, so you burrow your face into your fiancé’s shoulder.

“You alright, love?” Tom’s sweet voice rang through your ears.

“I’m not feeling so well,” you answer, feeling your stomach turning inside and out.

“We can leave if we have to. Paddy would understand,” he suggested.

“No,” you respond. Sure, Tom’s little brother would understand, but you only graduate from secondary school once and you wanted to celebrate with him. “Maybe, we could just sit down for a bit.”

“Of course, darling.”

The two of you sat at a couple of loveseats where Harry and Sam Holland were sitting as they discussed bright ideas for The Brother’s Trust. The twins have been your best friends since long before you and Tom started dating. They were running down the sidewalks, for God knows what, in New York City, and Harry accidently ran into you causing you to spill your coffee all over yourself. To make up for it, they bought you a new shirt and coffee. You all have been the dream trio ever since.

About twenty minutes after sitting down, you started feeling even worse. You felt like your brain was going to pound out of your skull. The dizziness felt like you just got off of one of those spinning rides at the amusement park. The vomit, well, you were sure that was going to come back up at any moment. It was dancing its way up your throat and you knew it was coming.

“I’m going to be sick,” you announce, weakly. Tom rushed you inside, knowing you wouldn’t want to throw up in front of everyone. Harry and Sam were right on your heels. They wanted to be there for you, but they didn’t know how. You emptied your insides in the nearest trash can you can find. Tom gently rubbed your back and pulled your hair out of the way as you puke.

“I’m going to go get you some water,” Sam said and hurried on his way.

“It tastes disgusting,” you manage to say in between chunks.

“I know, love. Um, Harry. Do you think you could grab something like a paper towel or a wash rag?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” The two of you sit in silence, other than the sound of you gagging, for a while before Tom speaks up.

“Darling, I know you hate doctors, but maybe it’s time to see one. You’re always sick and I’m worried,” your fiancé suggests. You finally manage to stop throwing up.

“No, it’s probably a bug. Nothing a little rest can’t fix,” you respond.

“But-”

“I said it’s fine, Tom,” you bite back a bit more harshly than you intended.

Before Tom could say anything else, the twins were back and ready to help their friend any way they can. They wiped the puke off your face and made sure you’re all hydrated before you make your way back to the party. Unfortunately, you never make it back to the celebration because you pass out cold right before you get to the door that led out to the rooftop.

“Y/N!” Tom and his brothers rush to your side. “Darling, can you hear me?” Sam checks for your pulse and thankfully it’s there, but weak. “Harry, call 999. Sam, get Mum and Dad.” Tears are rolling down Tom’s cheeks as he screams for you to be okay.

Your arms and legs start jerking. Your head starts shaking all around. Your lips are turning blue and you are obviously having a hard time breathing. Tom sits next you panicked, having no idea how to help you. He felt completely useless and because of that he might lose you. “Oh my god, she’s having a seizure,” Nikki, the mother, exclaimed. She immediately takes control of the situation by making sure there were no harmful objects nearby. She also turned you on your side so you could breathe easily.

“I didn’t- I couldn’t help her.” At this point Tom is hysterical.

“Hon, I know this is really scary, but right now, the best thing you could do is keep calm. Take a couple deep breaths. That’s what she needs from you.” She turns to her twins. “You two, go downstairs and direct the paramics up here. The last thing she needs is to be crowded when she wakes up.”

But, you don’t wake up until you’re in the emergency room. You are hooked up to a monitor and IVs. You have a device around your face that helps oxygen go into your nose. You will later find out that it is called a nasal cannula. You still have a headache and you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. You see Tom staring at you. His eyes are puffy and red. His cheeks are very tear-stained. He’s just looking at you. Not saying anything.

“How long have I been out?” you ask, deciding to break the silence.

“A day,” he responds, almost emotionless.

“Are you-” You were going to ask if he is okay, but he interrupts.

“I’m going to go get the doctor.” He leaves you worried. He never acts like that: cold and distant.

A few minutes later Tom comes back with a cheery doctor. A doctor who you will get close to in the upcoming weeks, Dr. Parker.

“Good morning, Y/N,” she greets. It wasn’t morning. She’s just trying to lighten the room a bit. “I’m Dr. Parker. How are you feeling?”

“I have a bit of a headache and I feel a bit weak, but nothing to worry about,” you respond, which causes Tom to scoff.

“Go ahead. Tell her. Tell her what you told me,” he demanded. He couldn’t be completely depleted of emotion because you caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down his face.

“When you came in we ran a couple of scans: CT and MRI. It showed you have a large mass in your brain tissue,” she informed. That's when you noticed the “oncologist” on her medical jacket. Your heart dropped to your bum by the news.

“I-I have cancer?” you ask, already knowing the answer. Brain cancer has been in your family for generations. You knew it was only a matter of time until you got diagnosed, which is why you hate the doctors.

“Unfortunately, the test did come back cancerous,” she responded softly.

“How much time does she have?” Your fiancé asked. The doctor took a deep breath.

“It’s hard to say, but I would say weeks, months at most.” Her cheery smile has fallen now.

Everything you look forward to seems to be taken from you in an instant. Going to the movies with Harry and Sam to see the new Marvel movie next month. Going back home to the States to visit your mother who was not healthy enough to come visit you on your deathbed. Your wedding. Having children. Growing old with Tom, the absolute love of your life. All gone. No longer your moments. Simply wishes of a future that you don’t get to have. It wasn’t fair.

“I’ll give you two a moment and then I’ll come back to discuss chemotherapy to see if we could slow the growth.” You look at Tom who was sitting back down in the chair, his hands on his face, and staring blankly into space.

“Tom, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, crying.

“I asked over and over again for you to go to the doctor,” he whispered. “We could have caught it in time. I wouldn’t have to watch you die.”

“I-I didn’t think it would be this serious,” you replied.

“Of course you didn’t,” he scoffs, running his hands through his brown locks.

“It’ll be okay. We will figure something out,” you try. Tom jumps up.

“You don’t get it. It will have to be me who has to learn to live without you! It will have to be me who buries you!” He yells causing you to startle. Seeing this reaction seems to calm him down a bit. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell. I am scared. I don't know what I will do when I lose you, darling.

“I can fight this. I will fight this. It can still get better. We can do this,” you promise. He nodded his head in agreement and hugged you.

A few weeks have passed and chemo has taken the light out of your eyes. You’re not the same as you used to be. You’re always tired and ill. Your hair has been falling out, which was the biggest thing for you. You love your hair. It’s your favorite part of you.

“Tom, I’m going to have to shave it all off,” you cry into his shoulder.

“I know, but you will look just as beautiful, I promise,” he coos into your ear.

“No, I won’t! Imagine the wedding photos. They’re going to be awful,” you exclaim.

“They will be wonderful. You have nothing to worry about,” he replies.

“Will you do it?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Do what?”

“Shave it off,” you respond. He gives you a concerning look. “Please.”

The next day, Tom shaved all your hair off, which absolutely broke your heart. You cried for hours in the hospital bed. You were going on about how it wasn’t fair, you were ugly now, and that you were tired of all of this. Tom knew your time was coming. The doctors said you were getting worse by the hour and all chemo was doing was delaying the inevitable.

“Hey, look Y/N! We got a surprise for you! Ta-da!” Harry and Sam came into the room with their hair completely shaved off. They were bald just like you.

“You guys did that for me?” You asked.

“We knew how much it upset you,” Sam said.

“We thought if we shaved our heads it would make it seem less scary,” Harry added.

“That is so..” You sit there, thinking “I can’t think of the word.”

“Thoughtful?” Tom suggested.

“Yes, that’s the word. That is so thoughtful. Thank you.” You smiled, but were clearly upset you couldn’t remember a word.

“Now, it’s harder to tell which is who,” Nikki exclaimed. “Hello, dear.” She gave you a big hug. “I brought you these.” She laid out a few wigs and head scarfs.

“Oh, thank you! They’re so pretty!” You look at all the different options you have.

“We also brought you this,” Sam said as he laid out a white and black shirt.

“Oh, thank you,” you thanked questionably.

“You don’t remember it?” Harry questioned. You shooked your head. “It was the shirt we bought you when I ran into you.” You still looked lost.

“Remember, that’s how we met. Harry ran into you and spilled your coffee, so we bought this shirt in return,” Sam added hopefully.

“Oh, yeah,” you answered, not sounding convincing at all. You couldn’t remember. You had completely forgotten how you met your best friends. It only got worse from here.

A few more weeks go by and it’s clear you weren’t getting better and you were never going to get better. You had already flatlined twice, but the doctors were able to bring you back. You were even more exhausted. You barely could walk or go to the bathroom. You were as weak as ever and it felt like torture to you.

“Tom,” you call.

“Yeah?”

“I want to marry you,” you announce.

“I know and you will, darling,” he answered. He was also exhausted. He had barely slept. He hasn’t been home in weeks, not wanting to leave your side. He was afraid as soon as he left, you would die and he wouldn’t be there for you.

“No, I mean, now. Here,” you clarify.

“In the hospital?” He asked and you nod. “No. No way. You will get better and we will have a big ceremony with pink roses. Just like you wanted.”

“Tom, we’re kidding ourselves. I’m never getting better. I’m dying,” you said. This is the first time you said it out loud, which made it even more real, causing the both of you to cry. “I’m tired, Tom. I’m done.”

“W-what happened to keep fighting? We can do this. You just have to keep believing, please,” Tom begged, tears streaming down his face. You shake your head.

“I have no more left in me. I can’t even sit up in my bed without help. I don’t even remember my birthday. It’s time, and I want my last moments to be marrying you, please, Tom. Help me.” You pleaded.

“You’re giving up? What about our life together?” His eyes are now red and puffy.

“We already lived our life and it was perfect. Now, now, it’s the end. I want it to be a happy one. I want to die as your wife. Please, Tom.” You grasp his hand. He knew you probably weren’t going to live for the rest of the day. Even the doctor told him that you should be dead by now.

“Darling, I-I can’t,” he cried.

“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know.” Tom is sobbing into you. “Please.”

He finally agrees because deep down, he knew it was time to let go. He called his family to the hospital. He helped put on your favorite wig, paint your nails, and put some make-up on. Once everyone got there, you immediately started, knowing the clock was ticking.

“Thank you,” you say. Tom couldn’t say “you’re welcome,” so he just nodded. The two of you shared your vows. Yours wasn’t very long since you couldn’t remember what you were going to say, but Tom’s was beautiful, yet heartbreaking. He talked about how he enjoyed the little time you two had together, how it wasn’t fair that you were being taken away from him, and that he couldn’t wait to dance with you in the afterlife. You two shared your “I dos.”

Tom kissed you like it was the last time he’ll ever kiss you because it will be. He tried to hold on to how your lips felt brushing against his. He tried to remember every detail of you: Your smile, you beautiful eyes, your laugh, just you.

“See you later,” you bid him goodbye. The monitor flat lines as your heart was too weak to beat. Tom yells in pain. He holds to your body, feeling the last of your warmth leaving your body. He sobs into your hospital gown. Sam and Harry are crying too, but not as much. They already mourn your loss while you battled cancer. The doctors come rushing in to try to save you. They try to pull you out of Tom’s grasp, so they could resuscitate you.

“No! Please, no! She doesn’t want this,” Tom begged, still holding onto you. “She told me she was ready.”

“She didn’t sign a DNR,” Dr. Parker said.

“I know, but she told me. Please, don’t do this to her,” He pleaded.

“It’s true,” Harry and Sam agreed, even though they weren’t there. Dr. Parker took a deep breath and signaled the doctors to go.

“Time of death: 18:47.”

part two here

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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Paddy’s new show airs today and Sam is going to be on a cooking show. I swear all the Holland brothers are so damn talented. Ten years time and the brothers is going to be at a level of success we can’t imagine. Not to even mention the honorary brothers Tuwaine and Harrison. What a successful crew.

Ikr Anon? They're ALL doing such great things! 😃👏🏾

What a very talented family and crew! 😊

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Excerpt from Dom Holland in his blog...

Marrakesh, here we come.

'So, imagine then my surprise this week when Sam came to over to our place for dinner. I say, ‘our place’ but it's his place as well, or it will be when we die. With Paddy, it was just the four of us. Tom was with Zendaya in London and Harry must have had a better option elsewhere which is often the case.'

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The Fight For Our Lives

pairing: tom holland x sister!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing

summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please

A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else

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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place.

You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster.

And Tom felt the exact same way.

If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime.

It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....

Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive.

Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves.

"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started.

"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.

"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"

"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics.

Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you.

It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity.

You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated.

You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on.

"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him.

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume.

"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes.

"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make.

"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered your brother even more.

"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties.

"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument.

That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.

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unfortunate-arrow · 10 months

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𝐎𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐞 | hpma minor character profile

warnings: discussions of death and cancer

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Owen David MacKade

Nicknames: None

Name Meanings: Owen → Welsh, “young warrior ; well-born” ; David → Hebrew, “beloved” ; MacKade → Irish & Scottish, “from the wetlands.”

Date of Birth: June 3, 2003

Gender: Male ; he/him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Nationality: Irish

✧ APPEARANCE & VOICE ✧

Faceclaim: Noah Jupe

Height: 5’6”

Build: Average

Hair: Curly brown hair that’s length varies by the year

Eye Color: Brown

Defects & Modifications: He has a small scar on his left bicep.

Style: Jeans ; t-shirts ; sweatshirts ; plaid shirts ; trousers ; sweaters ; jackets ; hoodies ; sneakers

Voiceclaim: Noah Jupe

Accent: Irish

Dialect: General Irish English

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: INFP — the mediator

⤷ A Mediator (INFP) is someone who possesses the Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Prospecting personality traits. These rare personality types tend to be quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, and they apply a caring and creative approach to everything they do.

Positive Traits: Integrity, dedicated, intelligent, curious, supportive, athletic

Neutral Traits: Idealistic, reserved, stubborn, quiet, imaginative

Negative Traits: Sensitive, impractical, easily stressed

Interests & Hobbies: Football/soccer, hurling, cricket, reading, video games, dancing, flying, painting, writing

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Owen’s wand is made of elm wood with a unicorn tail hair core and is 9 ⅘ inches long with a supple flexibility.

⤷ Elm wands preferred owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in Ollivander's experience, produced the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these were sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which made it highly desirable to those who espoused the pure-blood philosophy).

Patronus: Elephant

Boggart: His brother’s dead body

Riddikulus: The body pops up and does the robot dance

Amortentia: Owen smells like soap, spearmint, cinnamon, and cedarwood.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Ravenclaw

Best Subjects: Charms, herbology, history of magic, potions

Worst Subjects: Transfiguration, defense against the dark arts

Extracurriculars: Frog choir, prefect, head boy

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professions:

Age 18 to 25 - Magiovet in training

Age 25 to 96 - Magiovet

✧ RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Father: David Padraig MacKade [deceased. 1965-2006]

Owen doesn’t have many clear memories of his father, as he was four when David passed away. Those memories are stronger in Owen’s mind than his memories of his mother, but not by much. He misses the man a lot and as much as Owen adores his big brothers, he wishes that he could turn to his father for things.

Mother: Clare Siobhan MacKade née O’Brien [deceased, 1967-2004]

Owen doesn’t have any memories of his mother, as he was only one when she passed away. He wishes that he could have had any memories of her and there are a lot of moments where Owen wishes that he had her to turn to. He really misses her.

Brother: Finnian Joseph “Finn” MacKade

Born on December 30, 1996, Finn is six and a half years older than Owen. They have a close relationship and Owen is probably the closest to Finn. They don’t have that many arguments because of their age gap, except when Owen feels like Finn is being too protective over him. Owen loves his big brother a lot, though.

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Brother: Nathaniel Brian “Nate” MacKade

Born on December 30, 1996, Nate is six and a half years older than Owen. Owen probably has the most distant relationship with Nate, but they’re still fairly close. They don’t have that much in common and Owen gravitates more towards Finn anyways. However, they love each other a lot and care about one another immensely.

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Brother: Padraig Darragh “Paddy” MacKade

Born on April 16, 2000, Paddy is three years older than Owen. They have a close relationship, partially because Finn and Nate are often together and because their age gap is smaller. They get along pretty well, although they do fight. They have a lot in common and love each other a lot.

Faceclaim: Levi Miller

Grandmother: Jean Frances MacKade née Hughes

Owen has a good relationship with his grandmother. He has always had a good relationship with her and he really looks up to. He’s not as aware of how much she does, but as an adult, he really appreciates everything that she’s done for him and his brothers.

Faceclaim: Julie Andrews

Nephews: Wyatt Hartley MacKade ; Jonah David MacKade ; Ian David MacKade

Nieces: Zoey Vanessa MacKade ; Flora Elspeth MacKade

Sisters-In-Law: Nova Luisa Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal) ; Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Pets: A labrador retriever named Lady

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Hometown: Mullingar, County Westmeath, Ireland

Pre-Hogwarts Childhood:

Born on June 3, 2003, Owen David MacKade was the fourth and youngest child pof David and Clare MacKade. He joined older brothers, Finn (6), Nate (6), and Paddy (3). Owen’s childhood was disrupted by his mother’s cancer diagnosis and her subsequent death in late 2004, when he was one. Therefore, he doesn’t have very many memories of his mother. The next disruption came when Owen was three and his father died suddenly. Thankfully, Owen’s grandmother took him and his brothers in and gave them the very best childhood that she could. The next shock, which wasn’t nearly as traumatic or difficult, was when Finn and Nate received Hogwarts letters, with Paddy receiving one a few years later. Owen was very excited when his own letter came in 2014.

Hogwarts Years:

Upon starting Hogwarts, Owen was sorted into Ravenclaw with the hat barely touching his head. He was very happy to be sorted into Ravenclaw, as he had idolized the house due to the stories that his big brother, Finn, told. He also loved being in the same house as his big brother, who helped a lot whenever Owen was feeling homesick that first year. In addition, Owen was made a prefect in his fifth year and head boy in his seventh year.

Adulthood:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Owen became a magiovet, fulfilling his fascination with magical creatures and his desire to help others. He also found himself being made the godfather of his niece, Zoey, and his niece, Flora. Like his brother Paddy, Owen took being a godfather very seriously and loved all of his various nieces and nephews.

Old Age & Death:

Owen passed away in his sleep at the age of 107.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧

Trivia:

Owen’s middle name is in honor of his father.

Owen is a good listener and has a firm belief in the good of humanity, even when his beliefs aren’t always reinforced.

Owen is generally quite optimistic and is the most optimistic of the four MacKade brothers.

Owen really enjoys building with Legos, especially the more complex sets and he has a whole display of the smaller (and cheaper) architecture sets.

Owen’s great-great-great paternal grandparents were both squibs from wealthy and well-known families. They changed their surname to MacKade when they moved into the muggle world.

Important Links:

Owen’s tag [#owen mackade]

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Prank wars || Tom holland

Pairing: BoyfriendTom

Summary: The Holland brothers go behind Toms back to prank his girlfriend, Y/N (you). They be horrible to her all day when she comes over to the Holland house. This makes her want to leave and when Tom and y/n find out it's a prank they tell the boys that they had just started a prank war.

Harry's POV

"Okay we're gonna prank y/n and Tom today. Well mostly y/n. Let's be horrible to her all day and see how she and Tom react" I say to my brothers.

The plan was really simple and I wanted to prank them. Y/N has been Toms girlfriend for over a year now and I thought of this amazing idea to prank her as we never have.

"I don't wanna prank y/n she's nice" Paddy says.

"Harry will give you £20 If you do this. Just be horrible! Like when she comes in say her outfit is not nice and don't even hug her" Sam said to his brother.

"Okay there gonna be here any minute"

Y/N POV

"I missed your family" I smile at my boyfriend, Tom.

"They've missed you as well. I'm so happy your back" He had one hand on my leg and the other on the wheel.

I am an actress and have been away for about 2 months filming my new movie. Me and Tom had watched the new movie about a couple of weeks ago, when I returned. He was so proud of me and he loved the movie.

After about a fifteen minute drive we finally arrived at the Holland house. Tom parked his car in the drive way and then got out to open the door for me.

What a gentlemen :)

"Thanks babe" I grab his hand.

"No problem princess" he pecks my lips, the nickname still giving me butterflies and taking away my nervousness. Even though I have met Toms family before, I still get nervous about going to see them.

We knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it. “Stop being nervous darling, we have done this many times” Tom smiled squeezing my hand. Harry then opened the door and lets us both walk in.

"Hi Tom" Harry says, giving him a bro hug whilst I close the door shut.

"Hi Harry how are you?" I smile taking my shoes off, I went to give him a side hug but he moved away.

He ignores my question, instead saying "Anyways, Tom. Mum and Dad will be here soon" he starts to walk away, I look at Tom confused and he just shrugs smiling once again.

"Harry. Don't be so rude y/n just asked a question" Tom chuckles thinking Harry didn't hear me. However Harry didn’t seem to bothered that he ignored my question, he just pulls out his phone.

"Okay?" he shrugs walking away with his mobile in his hands.

"Did I do something?" I asked Tom worryingly, still holding his hands. The holland brothers were always kind to me, they were the sweetest boys ever so it was really strange for Harry to act like that as we do have a good bond.

"No, no. Maybe Harry's having a bad day"

We walked into the living room where Sam and Paddy were. "Hey guys" Tom sits on the sofa and I sit next to him. Both the boys say a small 'hi' back. They were both on the PS4, very distracted. Sam then looked at Paddy raising his eye brows a little, but I didn’t take much notice to it.

Paddy then turned to look at me "y/n your outfit is ugly" he said with a disgusted look. All I was wearing was blue jeans with a crop top and one of Toms zipper hoodies.

"Paddy! What the fuck!" Tom shouts at his brother clearly thinking how unexpected this was for the boys to be so rude.

"I-It's okay Tommy" I put my hand on his leg. "It's not my best outfit anyways" I fake chuckle, but Tom could see straight through me.

"He's not wrong though Tom. y/n overall is looking ugly today. I mean she could've at least put some more makeup on" Sam said.

I mean he wasn't wrong, I could've wore some more makeup today. I only had mascara and some lip gloss on, as Tom said he preferred me without makeup. Normally I wear more makeup and look more presentable for his family, he just insisted to wear a chilled outfit as I look beautiful anyways and his family wouldn’t care. However I must’ve been very wrong.

"I-I'm j-just gonna go bathroom" I stood up, quickly walking out the room.

Toms POV

"y/n your outfit is ugly" Paddy said. All she was wearing was jeans with a crop top and one of my zipper hoodies how is that ugly?

"Paddy! What the fuck!" I shout at my brother. How could he say that!

"I-It's okay Tommy" she put her hand on my leg. "It's not my best outfit anyways" she fake chuckles, however I knew she was lying.

"He's not wrong though Tom. y/n overall is looking ugly today. I mean she could've at least put some more makeup on" Sam said agreeing with Paddy.

Y/N is the most beautiful, Pretty, sexy, hottest girl in the world. I can't even put into words how beautiful she is. My brothers are just so rude today, She looked amazing. I was the one who said to wear a chilled outfit as she looks beautiful in anything, I just wanted her to be comfortable.

"I-I'm j-just gonna go bathroom" she stood up, quickly walking out the room.

"What the fuck guys. What's your problem! Y/N hasn't done anything to you all. You haven't seen her in ages and this is how you treat her" I shout at my brothers, they had a look on there face that they didn’t really care.

What’s gotten into them!

"What's going on?" A voice was heard behind me, it was my mum.

"Well all of these pricks are being horrible to y/n. First of all Harry ignored her when she asked how he is and moved away from her when she tried to hug him. Paddy said her outfit was ugly then Sam agreed saying that overall she's ugly today and that she could've put on more makeup. Now y/n went to the bathroom probably upset by these Dickheads" I storm out of the room to go find out where y/n was.

Y/N POV

I walked into the bathroom while trying to hold back my tears that were trying to fall down my face. After I had calmed down, I sorted out my face by touching up my makeup or adding more. Whilst I was putting more makeup on, I heard a knock on the door.

"Darling, can I come in?" I heard Toms soft voice say. "Y-Yeah" he then opens the door locking it behind him, turning to me.

"I'm so sorry baby. I don't know why there being so rude, your not ugly today your beautiful. And your outfit is so cute! Here stop doing this" he takes my makeup out of my hand, placing it back into my makeup bag.

Then I spoke up, "I just feel like I've done something wrong. And I love your brothers so much but it seems like they hate me right now" I look up at him.

"You've done nothing wrong bubs. My parents are here anyways so they will talk to them" He gets a wipe and wipes all my makeup off my face.

"You don't need this. Your beautiful with and without it. But I prefer you without it" he kisses my lips.

"Your so cute" I hug him.

"Let's go back out there. If they say anything else I'll kill them" Tom grabs my hand unlocking the bathroom door and we both walk out.

Once we walked out Nikki saw me and started to walk over, "Hello darling how are you?" Nikki pulls me into a hug.

"I'm good thanks how are you?" I hug her back.

"Im good, Happy that your here now. The boys would like to apologise as well" She said. "Oh they don't have to-"

"No what they said wasn't true and was rude. Sam, Harry, Paddy what do you have to say" Nikki looks at the boys.

"Sorry y/n" they all say and I just smile at them, hoping that everything will stop now.

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It had been a couple of hours since me and Tom had arrived at the Holland house. Right now I'm sitting on the kitchen floor playing with Tessa, when Harry came in the room.

"Tessa I missed you baby" I say whilst stroking her head, her tongue sticking out a little.

"She didn't miss you" Harry mutters but I heard him clearly.

"Oh I'm sure she did Tessa loves me" I stand up smiling at the joke he made. It was a joke right?

"Tessa finds you annoying like we do" Paddy walks into the room. "Wait you all think I'm annoying?" I ask panic rising in my body.

"Yeah all of us do. And I'm pretty sure Tom does as well, I don't know how he can have a girlfriend like you. Your just annoying and now you've been here we don't spend any time with our brother" Sam also walks into the kitchen joining in with the boys. Wow. That hurt.

I awkwardly stand there not knowing what to do. "O-oh. I didn't know you all felt that way. I'm sorry. I've just been Toms girlfriend for over a year now and before you didn't say this to me."

"Yeah well the truth is finally out. We don't really like you to be honest y/n" Paddy said quiet harshly.

I knew I shouldn't take what they say to heart. But there Toms brothers and If they didn't like me or accept me as their older brothers girlfriend, then me and Tom wouldn't work. As his family will need to at least accept it right? Them saying that really did hurt though, I thought they liked me but clearly I was wrong.

"o-okay. Well I'm sorry for everything" I fake smile then walked out the room quickly. I went up the stairs into Toms room, he was sitting on his bed on his phone.

"Hey baby" he smiles at me turning his phone off.

"I-I think I'm gonna go back to my apartment" I say.

(Btw you and Tom don't live together)

"why? I thought you was gonna stay the night with me and my family" he sits up and pulls me down to sit on his lap.

"You need to spend quality time with your brothers Tommy. They miss you" I play with his hoodie strings.

"My brothers see me all the time. Baby, I'm so confused. Are you okay? Did they say something again?" he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"N-no they didn't. I just have to go, sorry. I’ll text you later." I peck his lips with a tear rolling down my cheek, which he 100% saw. I was then walking out the door quickly before he said anything. Then walking down the stairs to the front door, putting my shoes on.

"Darling, y/n please tell me what's wrong" Tom walked down the stairs to me.

"Nothings wrong Tommy, I just wanna go home" I put my coat on.

"Where's she going" Harry asks. “To my apartment so you can spend time with your brother” I shrug my shoulders trying not to show that i’m hurt.

"Harry what did you say!" Tom raises his voice.

"Tom it doesn't matter, I'll call you later bye-" my voice cracks as I open the door.

Harry cuts me off, "no,no y/n don't leave. It was a prank I swear" Then Paddy and Sam run in the room, "Yeah it was just a prank we're sorry we wanted to see how you and Tom would react" Sam says.

Tom starts clapping his hands, “well done very funny pranks you twats”

"I'm so sorry y/n. Your not ugly your beautiful and we love you" the 13 year old boy, Paddy hugged me.

"What's wrong with you guys" Tom said. "Your all idiots. You made me cry and want to leave" I wipe a tear that fell.

"I swear I wasn't even involved in that. Dickheads" Tom hugs me protectively.

"You boys have just started a prank war" I glare at them all.

"Shit" they all say.

this is bad…

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Hey could you write something for Harrison where you really like him but the last person you were with rejected you so your scared to tell him

“Fucking tell him already, Y/N” Tom groaned, cutting you off. He was sick of hearing you talk about Harrison over and over with no intention of acting on your feelings. This had been going on for a year now and all your friends were so done with this.

You let out a laugh, thinking Tom was being sarcastic. “Sure, Of course Tom, great idea” You spoke sarcastically only to look at Tom and realize that he wasn’t joking. Not the slightest bit. “Are you joking? There’s no way I could ever tell him. Not after what happened with Alex” You shook your head, the idea of Harrison ever finding out how you feel almost bringing you nightmares.

Alex was a guy you had liked last year. You two were the closest anyone could be and naturally, you developed feelings for him. Everyone thought that the feeling was mutual. But when you told Alex how you felt, he shot you down in the worst way possible. He broke you.

“You what?” Alex spits, as you began to feel like he wasn’t too happy about what you were saying. “I, I like you” You repeat, with less confidence this time. Alex shakes his head, raising his eyebrows with a look of frustration displayed on his face. “I can’t fucking believe this” He mumbles under his breath, hands going through his hair. You stand there, not really believing the way he was reacting right now.

“Alex-” You start but he cuts you off, “Just shut up!” He yells at you making you flinch. Alex grabs his stuff and quickly walks towards the door, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Why would you ruin this?” He asks, angry with you for ‘ruining’ your friendship. “You made me think you feel the same way! Don’t act like I’m some crazy bitch who likes you!” You retort. “How could I ever feel the same way about you?” Alex spits, and your heart dropped to the floor and he slammed the door.

“We both know Harrison would never do what Alex did, Y/N, if you don’t tell him I will”. You raise your eyebrows at Tom, believing that there was no way on Earth that what he was saying could be true. “The boys and I are sick and tired of hearing you bitch about how you much you like him, so if you don’t tell Harrison by the end of the week, I will.” Tom deadpanned and you turned as pale as a ghost.

Tom gets up from the table, making you scramble to get up and follow him. “Tom! Tom, you’re- No, you’re joking. Right? Tom, no!” You pleaded and he turned around to face you. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. “Bye, Y/N” Tom leaned on to leave a kiss on your cheek as you froze in place, crossing your hands over each other. You raised the finger at him, only making him laugh.

How could you possibly tell Harrison how you felt? What would you even say? How could you deal with him not feeling the same way? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he laughed at you? But a little part of your brain thought the opposite, what if he felt the same way?

Three days go by and you were yet to say anything to Harrison. Tom and the boys were keeping a close eye on you, giving you a warning look when you two were alone and you left to avoid saying anything. They had been trying their best to make sure that you two were always left alone for as long as possible, in an attempt to give you as many opportunities as they could. But, alas, nothing worked.

“Tom, do you wanna help me get something from the kitchen?” Harry rushed as he quickly got up from the couch. Tom immediately followed, “Yeah! I need-Um, some ice, yeah ice”. Harrison looked at them skeptically and you gave them a death glare. Now it was just you and Harrison on the couch.

Harrison laughed lightly, “What’s up with those two divs?”. You forced a laugh, covering up the anxiousness you were feeling at that moment. “No idea” You raised your eyebrows, but Harrison could tell that you were acting weird. Your hands rub your arms, trying to rid yourself of the nervous goosebumps beginning to appear on your body from the tension between you two.

“Y/N, is everything-” He starts but you shoot up off of the couch. “I need some ice!” You stutter out, rushing to the kitchen only to be met with a glaring Tom and Harry. You walk past them like nothing was wrong but Harry gives you a smack on the head. “Ow! What the fuck, Harry!” You yelp in pain, clutching your head to try to relive it. “Tell him” They both whisper-yell at you before leaving, making you huff.

Every time you almost said something, you could genuinely feel your throat dry up and words would not come out of your mouth. But as those three days went by, you found yourself trying harder and harder to just spit it out.

Harrison didn’t know why you were being so distant lately. You two were always together, always sitting beside each other, always taking naps together, always going everywhere together, but that was not the case anymore.

You rested your head against the couch, sprawling your legs out in front of you. Harrison and you continue watching the movie intently, the popcorn he had made already finished while the movie had another hour to go.

Harrison shifts to find a comfortable position and is unsuccessful, so he turns to lay his head on your lap and put his legs up on the couch. This was how you always watched movies but as soon as Harrison did so, you shot up from your position feeling panicked.

Harrison’s head hits the couch making him groan, reaching a hand up to rub his head. He looks up to say something to you, but you were already long gone and out of sight. Hurt fills Harrison’s chest as he was now sure that something was up with you.

You unlock your door, walking into your shared apartment. Immediately, you take notice that your roommates were nowhere to be seen as you close the door. However, you were proven wrong when you walk into the kitchen to see Harrison, making you jump up. “Shit, Haz! You scared me!” You exclaim, putting a hand over your heart as you laugh. His heart hurt once he heard his nickname leave your mouth, it’s been days since you said his name. It was his favorite sound coming from you.

The laugh on your face quickly falters as Harrison doesn’t respond, not even making the effort to turn around to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hello?”. No response. You walk around the kitchen counter to stand next to him, but he continues cutting up the vegetables he was cooking. “Harrison?” You call out but he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge your presence.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Your voice quiet as you watch him, not even phased by you talking to him. “Talk to me Haz, please?” You call out again and Harrison drops the knife on the cutting board, huffing in frustration. He turns to face you with an angry look on his face, making you even more confused.

Harrison raises his eyebrows, “So now you want to talk to me? No, I’m sorry, now you feel like talking to me?”. You look at him with confusion, “What? I always want to talk to you. What are you talking about?”. He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disbelief as he looks at you.

“Harrison?” You question him again when you don’t get an answer. “Don’t fucking Harrison me!” He yells in frustration but lowering his voice after he realized, “Just don’t”. Unintentionally, you flinch at his loud voice. You rest your elbow on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what he was talking about and what got him so mad.

A huff of defeat escapes your lips, “What the hell are you talking about?”. Harrison clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek. “You haven’t talked to me all week, you run away when I enter a room you’re in. As soon as we’re alone, you leave. You can’t even look me in my fucking eye, Y/N! And now you want to talk to me?”.

You immediately shut up, looking anywhere but at Harrison as you feel ashamed of yourself. Harrison moves closer towards you, looking into your eyes as you try to keep your composure, avoiding his eyes. He looks at you for any sign of a response, but shakes his head when he doesn’t get one. “I’m not fucking doing this right now” He mumbles under his breath, walking out of the kitchen.

“Tom told me I have to tell you about my feelings for you before the end of the week, or he will” You sigh, not sure if you even thought that whole sentence through before saying it. Harrison freezes in his place as he tries to register what you just said, there was no way. No, this didn’t make any sense.

He turns around to face you and your eyes meet, your eyes full of fear that this would be the end of your friendship. “I couldn’t talk to you all week. I- Um, I was too nervous to be around you and couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here we are I guess” You ramble quietly as Harrison stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

“About your feelings for me..” Harrison tries to comprehend and you nod, waiting for any sort of response from him. His silence was killing you. “I didn’t want to do it, after what happened with Alex-” “Alex is a dick” Harrison retorts, his voice sour at the sound of his name. He absolutely hated him, even before he broke your heart. He hated him even more when you were crying into his chest every night about what Alex did.

He didn’t tell you this but as soon as Tom told him what happened, Harrison went to Alex’s apartment. All of Alex’s neighbors could hear Harrison yelling at him as Alex stood there, like a coward, trying not to cry. Harrison knew you would’ve gotten angry if he told you so he kept it to himself, and swore that any guy after that he would keep an eye out on.

You clear your throat, “Yeah- Um, that’s true. I just- I was scared that you would...”. Harrison continue the sentence for you, “I would do the same thing”. You don’t reply, knowing Harrison was hurt from that comment. “Y/N, I am nothing like Alex, okay? You know that, you know me” He speaks quietly, taking a few steps towards you and you nod.

Your hands grip the counter behind your back as you look at the boy in front of you, trying to digest the information you were saying. “Did Tom tell you why you should tell me?” Harrison asks with a bit of realization in his voice, confusing you. “No, Um- He just said I should tell you how I feel”. Harrison nods, a small smile making its way onto his face.

Staring at him blankly, you try to make sense of why he was smiling. You had just ruined your friendship, was he happy? Relieved? Harrison walks closer until his hands grip the counter behind you, only a few centimeters separating the two of you.

“Did Tom tell you that I feel the same way? That I’ve had feelings for you for almost three years now? That seeing you with any other guy broke my heart? That I wanted to kill Alex for what he did to you?” Harrison asks, his voice quiet. Your eyes widen, thinking that this had to be a joke.

Harrison’s hand slides to yours on the counter, holding it gently. “That I had no idea how he could lose such an amazing girl like you? That I thought he was crazy to not appreciate how lucky he was to have you?”. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. His hand slides up your arm, going to cup and caress your face slowly. You felt yourself shiver at his touch, almost like it was electricity.

“W-Why didn’t you-” “Tell you?” ,He continues and you nod, “Just thought that there was no way you felt the same about me”. You straighten your back, your chests now brushing against each other. “I would be crazy not to love you, Haz” You admit, and Harrison’s hand grips your tighter once you said those two words. “Y/N, be very careful with your words okay? I cant-” He shuts his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours as he tried to control himself.

Your fingers slip in between his, resting on the counter as Harrison opened his eyes. “I know” You state quietly, showing that you were being one hundred percent truthful. Harrison quickly leans forwards to push his lips against yours, making your breath get caught in your throat.

His lips move against yours in perfect sync as he moves closer to you, pressing you harder into the counter and his body. The hand on your cheek moves to your waist and grips it tightly, kissing you needily. A hand of yours goes to his chest to steady yourself.

You slow your lips against his before pulling away to catch your breath. Harrison licks his lips as he looks at you, admiring how beautiful you are. “I love you” He speaks up, and you look up at him. A shy smile finds its way to your face as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I love you too” You whisper against his lips and feel him smile. You lean in to kiss him before both of you smile into the kiss, breaking it.

Harrison brings you in to hug you tightly, holding you so softly, like you were made of glass. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you take in his warmth. “Holy shit! Tom what did I tell you! Both of you divs owe me a hundred each!” Paddy yells, startling both of you. You move your head to see Tom, Harry and Paddy looking at the two of you, only making you hide your flushed face once again.

“Finally told him, did you? Wonder who gave you that idea” Tom teases and you whine, making Harrison laugh. He holds you close to him before slightly turning around to face the guys, mouthing an excited ‘yes’ and pumping his fist to the air. You feel Harrison shoo them out of the kitchen, just wanting to be with you.

Harrison’s arms hook under your thighs and lift you up, making a squeal leave your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards his bedroom. “No fucking while we’re in the house!” Harry yells making you yell at him, “Harry!”. Harrison only laughs at the two of you and shakes his head, “Only been twenty minutes and you already made a dirty joke, Harry”.

“Ignore him, love” Harrison mumbles against your cheek as you giggle. The nickname makes butterflies appear in your stomach. You were grateful that your friends had pushed you to tell Harrison how you felt. Because what else would you need other than this?

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