tom holland oneshots

nonsense T.H.

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request:  hiiii! can i please get a Tom x Fem!Reader imagine where he and reader have started dating and Tom's brothers are weary of her because they're protective etc incase people use Tom but they don't know she has an actor brother who she helps with his career? Like maybe Taron Egerton or someone idk.. and they overhear her on a phone call to a film crew and they think she's interfering in Tom's career but she's actually on the phone helping her brother? And just angst but end in fluff always ✨ tysm

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"You know they love you." Tom says to you softly, quietly. The two of you are seated on a loveseat quite closely. You're practically on his lap while his hand remains on the outer side of your thigh. You were with his brothers for the night, the "boys" if you will. They were in another room getting something, leaving you and Tom alone.

"Tough love, then." You huff, looking in another direction. Tom frowns; he knows they've been just a bit cold towards you, sometimes even a bit hostile. Tom warned you things might be difficult, especially considering what happened last time when he brought a girl over.

"It'll just take time." He tries to assure you, hand rubbing up and down your thigh while he gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You nod, smiling a tight-lipped one as you attempted to remain cheerful for him. You knew the boys were very protective, especially about who they let into their tight circle. "Thank you for doing this."

You smile a genuine one now, looking at him and giving him a soft kiss, short but passionate. "Anything for you." You hug him closer and the boys come back into the room. They've almost been hesitant the entire night, but you're all due for a day outside in the shops tomorrow, and Tom promised it would give you all time to warm up.

"Right then," Tom smiled, eyes crinkling from the smirk. "Let's finish this game of Clue."

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You're holding Tom's hand while you go from shop to shop. There's no actual street separating the stores across from each other, so you're free to walk wherever you please. Harry has a camera around his neck, Sam walking with a water bottle in one hand and Elysia's hand in the other. Harrison is pointing out every stupid detail that could possible link back to the next season of Stranger Things. They'd been hung up on the last season's ending, impatiently waiting for new episodes to arise. Tuwaine is feeding him on, gossiping about new theories. You're laughing at them, adding onto the conversation as much as you can.

They're not as reserved, today. Maybe it's the sunshine of London, or maybe they're just a bit overprotective when anything related to work pops up into the conversation or the mind. You don't want to think much of it, though, because you're still getting somewhere, and any progress is progress for everyone.

You're stopped outside of a shop while Sam and Elysia are inside browsing the shelves. You're all standing around the entrance waiting for them to return, but your phone rings rather loudly and consistently, so you excuse yourself to take the call, walking a way for some privacy.

"Hey, Tar." You speak into the mobile device. "What's up?"

Though you're barely five minutes into the call, you can tell it's going to be an important one — one that regards the script of your brother's upcoming film. Sam and Elysia finally emerge from the shop while you're still on the call, and though they can only hear one end of the conversation, they urge to listen in. Tom had gone to get pretzels with Tuwaine from a small bakery, leaving the boys to wait for each of you to come back.

You're still talking on the phone, though, and they're listening to you frantically talking to your brother, though they don't know it's your brother on the other end.

"No, you should replace that second fade-in scene with the rough draft Jon wrote last week — yes the one from the producer's room. The... yeah the cherry one too."

After hearing what could've been you talking about Tom's work, Harrison runs to get Tom before you can return.

"What's up?" Tom's licking his fingers from the cinnamon of a pretzel.

"Y/N.... she's messing with your work."

"What?" His brows furrow as he tries to understand what they're saying.

"Yeah. She's changing things about Cherry and something with Jon Watts-"

"And you know this because?"

Harry blushes. "We eavesdropped on her phone call."

Tom raises a stern brow. "You know that's not polite."

"But she's not even an actress or anything! What if she's sabotaging your work?"
Tom tries not to laugh too hard. "You sound like someone from a Disney Channel show."

"You can't deny it's a little fishy." Harrison's buff arms cross over chest and Tom sighs just as you're about to come back.

"Just be careful with her." Sam whispers as you arrive.

"What're we doing now?"

Nobody manages to answer you, and you can tell the dynamic has shifted slightly. Tom had gone back to the pretzel shop for Tuwaine, and you're left alone with the rest of the group.

"Are you meddling with Tom's work?" Harrison manages to to get out after a few awkwardly silent moments.

"What?"

"We heard you on the phone." Sam elaborates.

"I worked on Cherry with Tom, y'know." He moves his camera slightly and you can see his demeanor grow defensive.

"Yeah... and?" You're trying your best to understand, but there seems to be a gap for the misunderstanding.

"I think you should tell Tom what you're doing to his work?"

"What's going on?" Tom disrupts the circle that had once surrounded you, with questions and with people.

"Y/N has something to confess."
Tom looks from Harry to you, wearily, curious as to where this is going.

"Yeah..." You trail off, thinking. "Your brothers have been listening to my conversations."

"Within reason!" Harrison is quick to jump to the defense. "You're a bit fishy."

"I'm fishy for helping my brother?"

"You were talking to your brother about Tom's upcoming movie?" Harry's fast in deciphering your words. You're stunned, face showing pure bewilderment.

"My brother happens to be Taron Egerton; we have this ongoing joke about fruits and scenes for scripts. Cherry is what we say for.... For the number two."

"Oh."

Tom rolls his eyes as the group realizes their mistakes. They're looking down at their feet while Tom comes to your side, hand on the small of your back.

"Don't you have something to say to my dear Y/N?"
Tom's rubbing it in slightly, and it makes you laugh.

"We're really sorry. It was rude and impolite and... yeah." The rest of them say other things along those lines, and you nod in forgiveness.

"It's alright. Tom told me you all were... protective or... of the sorts." They laugh dryly at your twist of words, and you return it with a smile. "We cool, though?"

"God yes." Harry exhales with relief. "As long as you are."

"Good." Tom smiles, eyes still reading as the 'stern older brother.' "No more of that nonsense."