tom holland oneshots

your captain america T.H.

protective!tom holland x reader fluff. 

request: so wonderful to see that you're back! you're one of my favorite writers on here :) if you're taking requests, could you do something where reader and tom have an age gap (completely legal—like she is 19 and he is his current age) and so he's extra protective of her? i totally understand if not ❤️

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You were barely nineteen when you met Tom for the first time. The two of you had hit it off during those first moments, but you had a feeling the obvious elephant in the room made him nervous. Your mother had always thought you'd marry an older man, much like she did. She explained it as levels of maturity, and you knew she was probably right.

You weren't getting married, though. At least, not right now, because you were barely two months into the relationship. Things were fresh, which meant you were still out of the public eye.

"C'mon, Tom. We haven't been out since that after party a few weeks ago."
"No, Y/N. I don't want to run the risk of the paps catching us."
You rolled your eyes with a sigh, crossing your arms. All you wanted to do was go on a coffee date around the corner, but Tom's mind never moved.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

You could tell he was slightly annoyed, almost angry as he looked at you as if the answer was obvious. This had been an ongoing topic of discussion between the two of you, and you were afraid it would tear you apart so early on in the relationship. You couldn't place why he was so afraid of the reactions; you knew he was a relationship person, and when the time came he didn't shy away from sharing that with his fans. But something about this felt different, and the both of you knew it.

"The worst that could happen is we get outed."

"Tom, you say that as if it could get us killed."

"Because it can!" You give him a side eye and he sighs before elaborating. "I'm serious, Y/N. It can tear you apart. Pain isn't always physical."

"You sound like my therapist."
"I just want what's best for us."
"And I want to be with you anywhere I choose!" You huffed, head turning the other way while you looked out the window. Tom sat next to you, a hand over yours while he tried to sympathize.

"Please, just wait a little longer."

"Tom, I just want to know what you're so afraid of. What could possibly happen if your fans knew about us?" You looked him straight on, eyes bleary and deep.

"Y/N...." He trailed off, not sure how to go on.

"I just want to know if you're the type of guy who's gonna be embarrassed to date someone like me."

He gasped, as if you'd taken the knife and stabbed him. "Baby I could never be embarrassed of you." He pouted, pulling you closer. "It's just that... the worst that could happen is they ruin your mentality, and then you leave me because you can handle it anymore."

"You know that's not gonna happen."

"I'm allowed to be protective, aren't I?" He sighs and you want to hug him until you've exploded from the love. "You're just... you're younger and I just- I don't want to ruin what's so... untouched."

"Tom, you can't protect me from the world." Both of your hands grip his own fiercely, lovingly. "I can handle those things. I'm a big girl."

"No, yeah, I know," He runs a hand through his curls. "I just... don't want you to get hurt because of me."

You almost melt from the tenderness of his words. You're soft from the confession, crawling into his lap and bringing him into your embrace, head tucked into your neck as he sighs, kissing the skin. It's an intimate position, but you feel it's fitting for the intimate conversation.

"You could never hurt me like that."

"I just... I'm supposed to protect you."

"I know, baby," You kiss his forehead. "You do. You're my Captain America."

He bursts out into laughter, your hands cupping his cheeks while he nods. "I am." His nose nuzzles your own. "Your Captain America."