request: I have an idea for another tomxreader story. So in this one Tom, reader, brothers and Harrison just finished a scary movie night, and they all decided to prank Tom by doing to tik tok trend where they hand under the bed and throw stuff and like touch them.
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"Jesus fucking Christ!" Tom yells, scrunching up into a ball and squeezing his eyes shut, gripping your shoulder in fear.
You share a laugh with the boys around you. "C'mon, Tom. This isn't too bad."
"Not too bad?!" Tom repeats dramatically. "There's literally a clown! On screen! In an old abandoned house! That's the worst kind of horror movie!"
"What could possibly have expected from Stephen King?" Harrison chuckles, eating a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap.
"You said he was a good writer! I didn't think that was equivalent to scary!"
"Oh no, Tom," you chuckle, "He's quite the man when it comes to scary stuff."
"Just watch the ending, Tom," Harry suggests calmly, sipping the rest of his soda. "It's almost over, anyways."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he grumbles, sitting straight so he can view the television. The movie ends not twenty minutes later, and while Tom says something about cleaning up in the kitchen, Harry leans over to whisper something to you and Harrison, and Sam.
"You guys wanna pull some pranks?" he grins, and Harrison mirrors his smirks.
"What are you guys on?" Sam chuckles. "You're going to give Tom a heart attack."
"Awesome, then!" Harry says, before going on. "C'mon, it's the perfect opportunity."
"Oh!" You sit up, "I saw this thing on tiktok that'd be perfect for right now."
"Really? What was it?"
You hum, "But we'd have to go upstairs right now."
"Go, go, go!" Harry ushers you out, and you whisper the plan into his ear. "I'll film it, just go!"
The three of you clamber your ways up the stairs, taking refuge in yours & Tom's bedroom. You pull Sam under the bed with you, grabbing a number of things on your way down, things you can throw out at Tom. Sam found his glove from his Jeepers Creepers halloween costume , so he put it on his right hand for the occasion. You have to hold back a chuckle when you realize how mischievous you're being.
Harrison, on the other hand, stays put in the closet. You don't know how, but somehow he'd gotten a hold of the controls for the lighting in this room — Tom wanted to control the lights with his phone, something about proving to you that he's not an old man with technology — so he's got the app opened on his phone, and he's ready to rattle some things around to make noises. He's safely tucked away in the corner, though, so Tom won't be able to see him, especially not if he's too scared to even look.
"I don't know why we couldn't just watch that new Benedict Cumberbatch movie," you hear Tom's voice from behind the door, and it's getting louder which means him and Harry are approaching.
"God, Tom. You're such a wimp," Harry's looking down at your phone, discreetly recording on your tiktok.
"Clowns are not for the weak," Tom defends. "They are for the severely advanced fearless citizens."
"And you're in that category?"
"Yes!" Tom exclaims while grabbing his shirt, which lays in the center of the unmade bed. As he steps closer, you reach out and delicately caress his ankle. Tom shoots back immediately, frightened.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Harry shoots back.
Looking around the room, Tom doesn't want to make himself look even stupider, so he lets it go. "Nothing, never mind."
"Whatever you say, mate."
"Alright, well, g'night," Harry says, holding back his laughter. You have to bite your lip to do the same.
"Goodnight," Tom says, back still turned to his brother. It gives Harry the opportunity to prop your phone up against the wall, getting a clear view of everything that's going on. When the door shuts, Tom turns around, back now to the bed, and you throw a plastic water bottle out, the noise crinkling as it thuds on the ground. Tom gasps in surprise, running away from the bed and leaning against the other wall, the one by the closet.
Realizing where Tom stands, Harrison rattles the closet door, and it shakes and pounds. The noise is so startling that Tom lets out a small "fuck!" and he moves towards the window. Sam faces this way, and as Tom steps closer, slightly letting his guard down, Sam reaches out with his right hand and grabs at Tom's ankle, securing his tough grip.
Tom looks down only for a split second, to see an abnormally looking hand pulling at his ankle and tugging him under the bed. Harrison plays with the lights, making them flicker and brighten. Tom screams, wholeheartedly and purely out of fear, and he attempts to lose the grip of whatever monster wants him — the monster that happens to be his brother's hand.
In a haste to run away, Tom hops on one foot before losing his balance and tumbling to the ground. He crawls a bit of the way, and as Sam loses his grip, Tom comes into your view. You've acquired a clown mask, from last year's Halloween party, and you shine a creepy flashlight on yourself.
Tom screams again when he sees what's under the bed, and he runs for the exit. He moves too fast, though, because he runs right smack into the door, and as Harry comes in from all the commotion, he finds his brother on his back beside the door.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"There's- there's-" Tom stands quickly. "There's a bloody monster under the bed!"
That's when the laughter rings through the air, and Tom's eyebrows pull together in confusion. Harry leans on his knees to contain his laughter, and you clutch your stomach while crawling out from under the bed. Harrison emerges from the closet not a second later, and as the final person — Sam — comes out with those costume gloves, it all comes together in Tom's head.
"Y/N! You guys!" Tom groans. "You guys are so mean!"
"You have to admit, mate," Harrison says between laughs. "That that was pretty fucking hilarious."
"You screamed like a little girl!" You hold your stomach again, leaning on your knees just like Harry.
"Oh my god," Sam giggles. "Did you run into the door?"
Tom rubs his elbow and his forehead, slightly bruised from the collision. "Shut up. You guys scared me!"
"That was kinda the point," Harry rasps out. You pad over to the wall that your phone is against, and as you pick it up and press the video, the boys gather around to watch it. Immediately, you cower back in laughter, heads shooting back at how hilarious the result is.
"Stoppp!" Tom says from his place, whining. "That was so brutal."
"That was literally the best thing I've ever done in my entire life." You post the video and click your phone off.
"Just you wait, love," Tom says "I'll get you back. I'll get you back real good."

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tom holland + peter parker
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