𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 ➪ 𝗧𝗢𝗠 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗

𝟭𝟭 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

✰𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚈✰

"LAURA, CAN WE PLEASE HEAD back to my place?" I whine, kicking off the tall white stilettos Laura forced me to put on. "My uncle will be there soon-"
Laura chuckles as she shakes her head and grabs a leather jacket from a her closet. "No, not yet. Jacob said that he hasn't even finished your cake, yet."
I groan with frustration. "So? I don't give a shit about some stupid cake. I just want to spend my 21st birthday with my friends and my uncle. Why do I have to wait on some stupid cake?"
"Because Tom wants this to be perfect, Rocky!" Laura says. I can tell by her expression she didn't mean to say it that loud. She sighs and looks at me apologetically. "He just put so much thought and care into this... get-together."
"I know that, Laura. But, I've told him repeatedly that he didn't have to do any of this for me. You know how he gets on birthdays! Super excited and wants to spoil you."
Laura smirks, the corners of her perfectly glossed lips rise. "He's never gotten like that for Haz's, Jacob's, mine's, or the Avengers. Only yours."
Yes, he has. I think to myself. Right?  Or do I just have shitty memory? "I-" I don't have any defense for myself... let alone Tom.
Laura begins to speak, but is interrupted by the sound of her phone getting a notification. I begin to reach for it so I can hand the device to her... but she practically leaps across the room and snatches it from the bed. She reads the notification before nodding and smiling at her screen. She types back a text and shoves the device into her jacket.
Laura smiles as she grabs me by the elbow and begins to drag me out of the house and to her car. "Come on, birthday girl."

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Laura and I finally reach the street of my home. Well, technically it belongs to myself and my best friends -Harrison Osterfield, Jacob Batalon, and... Tom Holland. They're my best friends who can't help but tease, torture, and spoil. Yup, the two t's and an s.
The street is filled with cars on each side. Some psycho paparazzi must be banging on the door, trying to get details on my birthday. I love my career, I do. I just hate the paparazzi's sometimes! Why can't I just enjoy my private life in peace?
Laura pulls her car into the driveway of my home and we both step out the car. I find it hard to walk in these stilettos Laura forced me into. She claimed my entire outfit needed to be sexy. No explanation, just said it needed to be sexy.
Laura chose a pink top with no sleeves and reveals a bit of cleavage. Along with really tight jeans and the ridiculously tall white stilettos.
I almost trip over my own feet as we walk to the front door. Thankfully, Laura was there to catch me. We both giggle as she helps me up and walks me to the front door. I open the door...
"SURPRISE!" Is screamed at me from all-to-familiar faces as confetti is blasted into my face and hair.
I scream in fright and joy at the sight before me. Tears of joy run down my cheeks. I smile and laugh, bringing my hands to my mouth as I gasp.
Tom pushes his way past all the guests and stops in front of me. He looks down at me, but I can hardly see him with the tears blurring my vision. I look up at him and laugh nervously.
  "Tom, what the fuck is this?" I ask, laughing.
"Happy birthday, Mars." Tom beams, pulling me into his arms and letting me laugh and cry into his chest.
I wrap my arms around Toms torso and we stand there, still. We only hug for a few moments, but it felt like a few hours, a few, magical hours. We finally release each other before I'm swarmed with hugs and happy birthday's from Laura, Jacob, Haz, Uncle Robert, and the rest of the Marvel cast.
Paddy walks right up to me and hands me a birthday sash and a yellow lei. We smile at each other as I slip them both over my head and he grabs hold of my hand. I know it's a bit dorky and makes me sound like a loser, but... Paddy is probably in my top-five best friends group. I know he's younger, but only by a few years. He's Toms youngest brother but is so mature and sweet that he seems like he's my age.
"Thanks, Pads." I plant a soft kiss on his cheek and he hugs me. He's only fifteen, but he's taller than me! Well, in his defense -if he even needs one- I'm annoyingly short. He's almost Tom's height, too!
"No problem, Pluto." Paddy teases. He calls me 'Pluto' because of my last name... and because I'm short and small... just like Pluto.

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After about two-and-a-half hours of partying, Haz claims it's time for presents. I look to the "present corner", and there is a mountain of gifts from people. I wish Toms parents hadn't left with Paddy earlier... I want to thank them for all that they've done. But, there is alcohol. Paddy probably shouldn't be here if there's alcohol and crazy dancing to my queen, Rihanna.
Evans got me the sweater he wears in Knives Out. He remembered that I watched the movie, loved his character and the sweater. He also got me AirPods, and he claims to have more coming.
There are too many presents to go through, so I'll just keep it brief. Mr. and Mrs. Holland, along with Paddy, bought me a pastel yellow Polaroid camera to make-up for the one Paddy accidentally dropped into a lake.
Now Toms gifts...
Tom walks over to me and watches as I carefully unwrap his gifts that are in the prettiest wrapping paper I've ever seen. It's wrapped in gold paper, inside is a small, black box. I open the lid and gasp at the sight...
"Tom, you didn't-"
"I did, darling."
It's a locket. It's made of gorgeous white gold with a small diamond in the middle of the round shape. I open the locket and giggle at the dorky pictures of us Tom put in there. I leap up and wrap my arms around Toms neck, embracing him in the most heartfelt hug I've ever given.
"Thank you, Tom."
"Anytime, love."
We let go of each other as I ask him to help me put on the locket. He does so and I just hold it in my fingers, admiring the object.
"There's one more thing, but it's not coming till tomorrow." Tom says after I finish opening all my gifts.
I chuckle as I look up from tossing the wrapping paper away. "More, Holland? You've spoiled me enough as it is."
Tom laughs adorably and shrugs. "Hey, what can I say?" There's a pause between us as "Man Down" by Rihanna blasts from every speaker Sam hid in the room.
Tom keeps scratching the back of his neck before breaking the silence. "Actually, Rocky, can I t-"
"Shots!" Pratt and Hemsworth exclaim. Before I know it everyone's rushing to the tiki bar in the far corner.
"Aah!" I gasp as Mackie, Harry, and Uncle Robert lift me into the air and carry me towards the bar. I look up and see Tom mouth to me It's okay. But, I know it's not okay.
Once they finally put me down, Hemsworth passes out shots of tequila to everyone. Boy, am I going to regret this in the morning.

11 shots of tequila up, 11 shots of tequila down. I laugh as I feel myself collapse onto the couch before everything goes dark.

a/n: hey guys! sorry that took so long but some things are just not working and wattpad keeps deleting my stuff! sorry this is so short, but i just wanted to hurry up and start working on tom's birthday.