tom holland oneshots

what looks suspicious T.H.

tom holland x reader; nikki doesn't approve of tom dating the reader; she thinks she's using him for money

wc: 1.1k (requested)

Feet fitted with Louis Vutton boots, you tapped your foot in the passenger seat of Tom's car. His hand was gripping your leg softly, your own fingers placed over his. You had a matching Tiffany & Co. jewelry set, your Chanel bag sitting in your lap. Your necklace was once your mothers, the part of the set she used to wear before she died. You didn't want to bury her with it, so you wore both for the two of you. Your Chanel bag was a recent purchase in celebration of completing a large project at work and getting a raise because of it.

You tried not to seem too nervous, but Tom could read you better than any script. He glanced at you, offering a small smile which you returned gratefully. Tom never really brought girlfriends home for his entire family to meet, so you were a bit nervous on leaving a first impression.

After parking in the driveway and ringing the doorbell, you were standing next to Tom's broad figure, hand intertwined with his. You were greeted by Dominic when you arrived, but you heard Nikki's voice around the house. With a smile and a handshake, the three of you were making your way out back. Tom said it was an outside lunch date, and because it was nice out for the first time in London's history, you agreed.

She was setting up the table, and with newfound courage you offered to help. She looked up with a smile but it vanished just as quickly. Yours momentarily faltered but you paid no mind to it. No words were exchanged as you assisted her, and you got the feeling she was purposefully being cold towards you.

When you met up with Tom again, he was just finishing a round of rugby with his brothers. Harry waved when he saw you and you returned it. Tom's arm wrapped around your middle and he kissed the top of your head with a soft grin.

After a few minutes, lunch was served. Conversation ran smoothly, and the boys made you feel very included in their little yet large family. Nikki stayed silent when you spoke, sipping her beverages and only passing food when she absolutely had to. You made weary eye contact with Tom, but he shrugged it off, reassuring you that everything was fine.

When everyone had eaten to their heart's desires, Dominic and Tom had decided to clean up the dishes, sending you off with Nikki to watch the rest of the boys play rugby. She was sitting in a patio chair beside your own, your Chanel bag propped on the table next to your lemonade.

"Tom didn't tell me he was bringing home a gold digger," she spat out, sipping water. You nearly choked on your lemonade.

"Excuse me?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Please. You think I don't see what's going on here?"

"No..." your brows furrowed. "I don't know what's going on. What are you asking me?"

She shrugged innocently. "You don't have to act like you like my son just because you want a few fancy designer products."

You gasped, standing up quickly. Your breathing quickened, head feeling heavy as your vision blurred with tears. You tried so hard to be good enough, to live up to standards you didn't even know of. Before you could run out, however, Tom was coming out, taking long strides with a determined expression.

"What's going on here?" His hand took the small of your back and for the first time in your relationship, you flinched at his touch, taking a step back and sniffling, looking down to conceal your tears.

"Mum?" He spoke harshly, desperate for any answer or explanation. The sound of the rugby ball being kicked around faded out, and you realized everyone was watching.

"I'm just being realistic, Tom." His mother smiled a wicked one. "It seems pretty clear why the two of you are dating."

"Oh yeah?" He glanced at you and then back to his mother. "And why's that?"

She eyed your boots and then your purse and then your personal necklace, the one you had told Tom about, history and all.

"You think she wants my money?"

"Look, it just seems a bit suspicious."

"What looks suspicious is you making my girlfriend cry! Of all the people in this family, you were the last person I expected to do this," He fumed, nostrils flaring, jaw clenching as you stood feet away from him, tears slowing but not stopping.

"She's covered head-to-toe in designer brands, Tom!" She makes a point at gesturing to you. "And that necklace! God knows the vintage ones are even more expensive."

You gasp, clasping the small charm in your hands. Tom puts an arm in front of you, halting whatever move you were about to make.

"That was her mothers, if you really cared about knowing, mum." His expression grew angrier with every passing second. "And she's a production manager for a very popular fashion designing brand. Which you would know if you took the time to talk to her instead of judging her." He grabbed your hand, slipping your fingers in between his own as he pulled you away from the patio chairs, helping you maneuver around items and leading you inside protectively.

The backyard stood silent for minutes as Tom brought you into his old childhood bedroom to calm your breathing and stop your tears. You were practically sitting in his lap, mattress small but comfortable. He held your face in his hands, thumbs moving back and forth across your cheeks as new tears fell. He kissed your nose and then your forehead before settling on your lips. You inhaled deeply, grasping him tightly, his shirt scrunched in your hands.

"It's alright," he murmured into your ear, delicately kissing your skin. You nodded in his grasp, breath still shaky.

Five minutes passed and you grew quiet, tears subsiding as you sat in Tom's embrace, holding him close and closing your eyes, imagining you were anywhere but here, imagining it was any day but today.

"I'm... I'm so sorry." He finally broke the silence. "I didn't think she'd ever say something like that."

"She called me a gold digger," you sniffled. You heard Tom's breath hitch. "I don't care as long I have you," You grip him tighter, seemingly answering the questions floating through his mind. He smiled softly, pulling you into his chest again.

He spoke into your hair, rubbing your back. "I just... I hate that anyone in my family treated you that way." You nod from within his chest. He sighs. There's a knock at the door, but neither of you are damned to answer it. You decide to stay connected to him, wanting him to hold you for as long as possible before you heard any apology his mother could have. Tom didn't make a move to get up either, and you sighed again, nuzzling your face into his neck, bringing him a little closer and holding your charm a little tighter.