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Drabbles // Tom Holland

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"Don't touch me. We're fighting."

"You're so weak," Tom commented, laughing from his position above you. You and he had been calmly watching a movie that Harrison had lent Tom, until Tom grew restless. He distracted himself with everything within his reach which included the remote, his phone, your phone and then eventually he had an idea. He gradually removed the bowl of popcorn from your lap and acted innocently enough, enough to have you assume he just wanted something else to preoccupy himself with. He slowly and subtly began to collect pieces of popcorn in his hand, waiting for the perfect moment to fling it at you. And once he had succeeded in surprising you with it – it was war. 

Fast forward to fifteen minutes later and fifteen minutes of playfully wrestling, he finally mustered the strength to flip you onto your back (he had been taking it easy on you), and he straddled your lap with your arms pinned down.

"I'm not weak," you whined, "you've been training with the literal Hulk, Spidey!" Tom laughed, leaning down to pepper kisses on your face. "Stop! Don't distract me. I'm going to get myself out of this," Tom nodded, his lips making their way to your neck. He left small, light kisses as he trailed along. You became a little dizzy and you almost thought of giving up – almost. That possibility flew out the window when Tom blew a small raspberry onto your neck, causing you to go into a fit of giggles. "Tom! Not fair!" You squirmed around under him, hearing him laugh as he blew another one onto your neck.

"Say 'mercy!'." You shook your head, defiantly. "Fine, then suffer the consequences." After he had said that though, you had gained enough momentum to throw him off you and onto the floor. "Ouch." Tom mumbled, chuckling as he rubbed his head.

"God, Tom, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" You sat up from the couch and leaned down to help him stand up, but he swatted your hand away. You gave him a confused look before bending down to help him again, receiving the same treatment. "Tom!"

"Don't touch me," he said, suppressing his smile. "We're fighting." He sat up, turning his head away from you in a childlike manner. You rolled your eyes and sat next to him.

"Tom," you moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he scooted away from you. "Thomas!" You both sat in silence and you shrugged, humming quietly while standing up. "Fine then," Tom turned to look up at you, "I'm going to go catch a shower then." Tom shot up from his seat on the floor, practically running to catch up to you.

"I'll come with," you turned to look at Tom, shaking your head at his wide grin.

"I thought we were fighting?"

Tom opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before smiling innocently at you and reaching to intertwine your fingers. "I was just joking with you, darling," he leaned in to peck your cheek, "you know that, right?" You shook your head, laughing at him. "Let's go take that shower!" You squealed in surprise when Tom lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder. "We've got no time to waste!"

"Can you just man up and change his diaper?"

Tom was very quickly becoming a household name – with Spider-Man on his portfolio and and Avenger's movie soon, he was beginning to be easier and easier to recognize. This recognition didn't go overlooked at home, either, but it also didn't let him have a big of a head as being in Hollywood would. When he was home, he was Tom. He visited his mom and helped his brother with homework, sometimes he helped around with his old chores and he babysat for his parents whenever they had a date night. And sometimes, he'd extend his babysitting skills for friends of the family – which is exactly what was happening now. His parents and their friends went out for dinner, and the couple was desperate to get out but couldn't find a babysitter for their newborn baby boy – that is, until Tom offered his expertise.