tom holland oneshots

love

warnings : implied sex?

summary: reader and tom are in love

word count : 900

a/n : its been brought to my attention that im not really good at writing fluff. my apologies, because writing happy things makes me feel guilty because i feel like i dont deserve to be treated so kindly, but im going to write it for you instead of trying to imagine it as me. gonna be hard because ive been struggling lately, but i hope you like this :)

"Hi, my love. I brought you some Chipotle," Tom said, walking into their shared bedroom.

Looking up from her book, Y/N was sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the bed, her eyes softening at her boyfriend's words. "Aw," she jutted her bottom lip out, "thank you."

He sat down next to her, bringing the bag of food with him. Setting her book on the nightstand, she moved to open the bag, Tom situating to sit behind her and bringing her between his legs. 

"You wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes, please."

Grabbing the remote, the tv turned on and he searched Netflix before switching apps, ultimately deciding on The Notebook. 

***

Y/N was crying now, her burrito finished long ago as she was cuddled into Tom's side. Tom had always teased her about crying because of movies, though he never actually saw it himself (at least, not often). She had sniffled a little too loudly, grabbing Tom's attention.

"Aw, my love. It's okay," he assured her, embracing her tightly, rubbing her back soothingly. 

***

They fell asleep that way: laying on top of the covers, hugging as the movie credits ended. It was six o'clock (pm) when they woke up. Tom woke first, stirring underneath Y/N who was laying on his chest. He moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, hoping it would ease the wake up.

"Angel?" he tried, receiving no response. "Angel we need to wake up," he tried again.

This time, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, Tom staring back at her with a lovesick smile on his face. 

"Hi."

"Hi," she replied groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

"I love you."

She stopped to look at him, not expecting it. "I love you too." 

Tom was so in love, so positive that she was the one, because she was, she is. She was it for him. In the beginning of their relationship, people had warned them that once the honeymoon phase was over, they would probably lose the love for each other, and break up. But not with Tom; she was his first real committed relationship, as was he for her. It was all new, but he never fell out of love, never lost the love he felt for her. It was amazing, how caught up he was in her; how in love he was. Forgetting his lines during takes because his mind wandered to the girl waiting for him at home. He forgot to eat because he was so focused on making sure she was fed and well, but she was there to remind him; to cook for him, and bathe with him and love him. 

Y/N was so in love, too. She reread paragraphs in her book several times because her focus shifted to the man on her lock screen. She's burnt countless things in the kitchen because she was staring at Tom for minutes straight, admiring every feature, crinkle, indent, and mark. His love was addicting, and she was hooked. 

They had been together for two and a half years now, Tom turning 26 in about a month. Y/N had just turned 25 not too long ago, both of them growing closer to their 30's. It was scary, but they never had time to think about things like that, too interested in their future together than their separate futures, because a future without each other wasn't a future, but a nightmare. 

"I'm gonna marry you someday," Y/N said.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm," she confirmed. "Gonna marry the fuck out of you."

"I'm gonna marry you more."

"How can you marry me 'more'?"

"I'm gonna marry you with so much more love, because I love you so much," Tom replied.

"I love you just as much."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Gonna put a baby in you, someday."

"Really?" she asked timidly, thinking he wasn't one for that with her.

"Gonna have so many babies with you. Watch them grow up as we grow old together."

"How long have you been.. thinking about it?"

"Years, angel. Years."

The love in her eyes swelled to an all time high, hugging him tighter as she smiled. 

"You're gonna be the best mum," Tom smiled. "Nd you're gonna look so pretty in a white dress on our day. Gonna look pretty carrying our baby too."

"Can we have three?"

"Can have as many as you want, my love."

"Can we get a bunny, too?"

"Whatever makes my princess happy."

"I feel like I'm asking for a lot."

"Giving you the world isn't even enough." 

Y/N smiled again, hiding in the crook of his neck. "I don't deserve the world."

"You deserve more than the world."

"You're so good to me," she confessed.

"Because your love is the only thing I'll ever need, and you give me so much of it. I'm the luckiest man in the world, you know?"

***
Two weeks had passed, the couple spending all of their time together. Tom had just finished tickling Y/N, both of them falling on their bed in the middle of it, Tom hovering about her with his hands on her waist. Her hands were sifting through his unruly curls, their breathing evening out.

"Let's have a baby."

"You don't want to get married first?" he asked.

"Let's elope."

"You don't want a wedding?"

"We can elope and have a big celebration later." 

"Only if you want to, baby."

"Do you want a big wedding? Sorry, that was really selfish," Y/N apologized quietly. 

"Hey, we don't even have to get married right now, okay? You're not selfish, don't you ever say that again. We're gonna do what makes you happy, because seeing you happy makes me happy."

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too."

"Let's have a baby."

"Okay," he smiled softly.