Marvel Oneshots

Poker Night

dad!Tom Holland x female!reader

1500 words

warnings: cute ass dad!Tom, mentions of dad!Haz and dad!Harry

"hey bubba. what are you doing up?" Or Tom and The Boys ™️ wake up your daughter so she joins them in their game of poker.

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The boys' laughter continued into the apartment as Tom opened the door and walked through the doorway. He easily kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket, his brothers and best friend following in his actions.

Tom ran a hand through his hair with a small sigh as the laughter slowly died down. "You get the game set up, I'm gonna check on y/n and the kids. Make sure they're all good."

Tom padded down the hallway softly, noticing the door to your shared bedroom was cracked just barely and the dim light was still on.

"Sweetheart?" Tom whispered as he poked his head into the room. He smiled as he saw your figure, curled up on the bed with your 3 year old daughter tucked safely in your arms. He walked into the room as quietly as possible and switched the lamp off before walking back out, shutting the door closed behind him.

He then walked down the hallway a few more paces and ducked his head into your son's room. Tom was both very happy and relieved to see his one year old son sleeping peacefully in his crib. Tom came back out into the living room where the boys were seated at the dining room table, Harrison shuffling cards quickly as Harry passed around a few bottles of beer.

Tom rolled his eyes as he sat down, "I see you helped yourself to my alcohol." Harry just gave him a cheeky smile as he sat down, pressing the bottle to his lips quickly. "alright well deal them out already before we get too comfortable."

Harrison let out a small laugh as he passed the cards around before settling the deck in the middle. He gave a small smirk and quirk of an eyebrow as he flipped five cards over, "game on boys."

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Tom and Sam held steady eye contact as they continued to throw bills on the table. Tom glanced down to his cards again, "you're going down Samantha."

Sam didn't respond but instead threw another dollar bill onto the table, "I'd hate to take away your kids' lunch money but how else will you learn?'

Just as they were about to flip over their cards, a little pitter patter of feet drew their attention away. Tom turned his head, holding his cards against the table so no cheating could occur, to find his young daughter, walking down the hall. Her worn down bunny was gripped tightly between her chubby fingers and her baby blanket trailed behind her.

"Daddy..." Her tired voice called out to Tom who set his cards face down on the table with a smile.

"hey bubba." Tom reached down to scoop his daughter into his arms, settling her in his lap. "What are you doing up?"

She shrugged sloppily and buried her head into his chest, her messy curls falling all over the place. Tom picked his cards back up, nodding to Sam. They quickly resumed their game, flipping over their hands.

Tom let out a cheer as he gathered all of the crumpled bills in front of him. Amelia looked over at the table with curious eyes. She tugged on her dad's shirt slightly, "daddy. What are you doing?"

He smiled down at his daughter, "winning." He gripped her small fists and waved them in the air, whisper-cheering. She giggled heartily as she shook her head, burying her face back into his chest.

Harry dealt out the next hand and Tom quickly gathered them between his fingers. Amelia poked one with a stubby finger. Tom petted her curls down slightly, "that's right Millie, that's the winning hand. But shhhh, don't tell your uncles." Amelia's fingers quickly covered her mouth as she shushed back and giggled some more.