tom holland oneshots

the prank

warnings : cursing, minor injury, mentions of sex

summary : pranks go a bit too far, and someone gets hurt

word count : 900

(requested)

Prank week was not your idea, and to be honest, you had no idea where it originated from. Of course, the occasional prank was a bit of fun in the moment, but you weren't one to insidiously plan one out. The boys on the other hand, they were quite literally willing to do whatever it took to take someone down.  

It wasn't often, but it was almost always Tom and Harrison you hit. This week, though, you had nothing planned, and you could only hope the boys were the same. 

You were wrong, of course. Harry was hit first; salt in his tea instead of sugar, and peanut butter in his favorite baseball cap. Then it was Harrison with blue food dye in his soap dispenser.

"Guys! My hands are gonna be fuckin' blue for forever!" He yelled, racing out of the bathroom to whine to the boys laughing in the kitchen. 

You were in your bedroom -- which was also Tom's-- working on some small school assignments when Tom came in. 

"'Ello, love," He said, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his chin on the top of your head. 

"Nuh-uh," You said, wiggling out of his grip. "I'm not trusting anyone this week." 

"Not even me?" 

You turned around to see him pouting at you, and you only laughed at him.

"Not even you, Tommy," you said, patting his shoulder and moving to the bookshelf. 

"But I'm not gonna do anything, baby," he whined on. 

"Yeah, mhmm, sure," you said with a teasing grin. 

Tom could only roll his eyes before flopping on the bed in disapproval, mumbling something incoherent into the pillow. You momentarily looked to him before focusing your eyes on the book open in your hands.

You heard the boys coming up the stairs, and you knew they were headed for your room, so you grabbed your baseball bat and held the book to your chest as they ran in. 

"Hold it right there!" you yelled, holding the book up as a gesture of stopping. "Nobody moves," you gulped, "Until I can see each of your hands, and opened! No hiding anything," you said. 

Last time, someone planted a camera in the bedroom in hopes of catching a sex tape, but you had found it, and swore no intimacy until the end of the week. Tom wasn't happy either. 

"C'mon, Y/N," Harrison whined, his hands slightly above his head, palms facing you. "We're not gonna do anything."

"Yeah," Harry said, grinning. 

"As if," You shot back. "I know you better than that." 

Tom was sitting up now, cross-legged on the bed. "Whaddya want?" He said. 

"Well, we were goi-," Harry started. 

"Nuh-uh," you said, looking to Tom and then to the boys. "Solve your problems somewhere else. Get the lot of ya outta here," you said, putting the book back in it's spot before taking the baseball bat with you to the desk in the corner of the room. 

Several complains and grumbles later, the boys were filing out, Tom included. 

***

When you finished your work, you were cautiously making your way downstairs. Your were more jittery than normal, because you hadn't heard anything from the boys, and they were no where to be found. Assuming they had left, you walked quickly, in hopes to make it back upstairs before they returned. 

To no avail, though, because you didn't notice the marbles placed on the ground. Slipping on them, you were headed straight for the kitchen, but the saran wrap placed in the doorway had hit your face and you went straight to the ground in pain. 

"For fuck's sake," you yelled. Your nose was bleeding and your ankle was swollen, but it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before. 

"Oh shit," Harrison said, emerging with the boys behind him. 

Tom was coming down the stairs, from behind you, and you assumed he was playing video games. 

"What the fuck was-," He started, but trailed off, because he saw you sitting on the floor. "The fuck did you guys do?" he yelled, looking to Harrison, then to Harry and Sam and Tuwaine. 

The responses were slow to receive, so Tom rushed into the kitchen to get some tissues for your nose, and an ice pack for your ankle. 

"Y'alright, love?" Tom said, wiping the blood away. 

You could only nod, small tears welling up in your eyes. Tom, of course, noticed. 

He turned around, ready to scold the boys. "I told you no pranks on Y/N! She's not apart of it anymore." 

And then he picked you up and took you upstairs and into the safety of your bedroom. 

***

Hours later, you awoke from a nap, sipping the hot chocolate Tom had just made for you. Harrison and the rest of them made their ways upstairs, ready to apologize. 

"Hey, Y/N," Harry said first. "We're really sorry, we know how much you hate pranks."

"Yeah," Harrison went on. "Totally our fault. If there's anything you want us to do, we'll do it."

You giggled at the offer, before placing the mug on the nightstand and motioning the boys over for a group hug. 

"No bad feelings, boys," You said. "But if I get one more prank out of any of you, I'm calling your mums," You said, pinching all of their ears. Tom was grinning from the doorway.