tom holland oneshots

scarlet & vogue

warnings : cursing

summary : reader and tom have a pregnancy photoshoot

word count: 1100

(requested) YALL RLY LOVE dad!tom CONCEPTS?? n e ways sorry it took so long

You were currently on the bridge between your second and third trimester. After announcing your pregnancy online (and breaking the internet because of it), dozens of magazine companies, name brands, and radio / talk show hosts reached out to you, your manager, and Tom. You and Tom both went through the options, and initially decided to choose five contracts to agree to. The first one -- which would be out several weeks before the rest -- was a longtime dream for both of you, and you were happy to have gotten the opportunity to be a part of it. Vogue. 

Granted, Harry had volunteered time after time to do more photoshoots for you, but it wasn't like he'd release every single shot and release a booklet about it. Of course, you'd done photo-shoots and magazine covers before, but this was practically your first iconic one, and with Tom. 

Your makeup was quite natural, a look very similar to Gigi Hadid's, and Tom was fitted with a white tee and some sweatpants, his boxer briefs showing out slightly. You were fitted with a bra and an open, short-sleeved, sleep-attired flannel, and some leggings. These were the first of many outfits to come. 

"Alright, everyone!" the man behind the camera -- Tyler, his name was -- shouted. "Are we ready to make an iconic shoot?" he asked, smiling. In response, the crew cheered, and you and Tom laughed lightly and move to stand in front of the camera. 

"Alright, Y/N, I'm thinking for the first one, you're gonna be leaning on your feet, knees bent. Tom, you can be down next to her or," Tom was already moving before Tyler finished his sentence. "Yeah, just like that. Perfect." 

After a few shots, you and Tom adjusted positions slightly and a hair stylist lightly fixed your hair to better suit the lighting. 

"If I could just have you tilt slightly, yes, perfect!" 

"He's a talker, isn't he?" Tom whispered in your ear, holding your stomach and keeping a natural facial expression for the shot. You laughed, and assumed that the shot was ruined, but Tyler seemed all the more pleased with the candid shot he ended up with. No doubt, Harry would be admiring the photos for weeks.  

"Don't question the art-eest-'s method, Tommy," you whispered back, the two of you adjusting again. 

After ten minutes, the two of you changed outfits again. This time the two of you were standing up, a fan blowing right in your direction to create a breezy affect on your hair. You were wearing a dress translucent at your stomach and flowing behind you. Tom was wearing jeans and a jacket, his hair gelled in certain places. And after that, the two of you got changed again. 

***

A portion of the photo-shoot was outside, and it was sunny and warm for a London day. You were in a park with a pond, the two of you finding various spots to walk around and pose in. Eventually, the two of you made it back to the studio for one of the last outfit changes. Tom had on a tuxedo, and you had a fancy dress that hugged your bump in a gentle way. 

"I haven't seen you all dressed up in months," Tom said, joining you in front of the camera as he played with his cuffs (YOU KNOW THAT THING HE ALWAYS DOES WHEN HE WEARS SUITS??? SORRY BYE). 

You giggled, moving your hands to caress your stomach; a habit you had grown into over the months. "Yeah, when was the last time you went on a carpet walk, Mr. Sexy?" 

Tom laughed loudly at that before the two of you got situated in a variety of poses the cameraman asked of you. 

"Can we get rid of Tom's jacket? Let's scruff up the sleeves so it's more casual," Tyler ordered. 

Complying, Tom handed a woman his jacket before returning to your size, his hair disheveled from the many times he'd run his hands though it. 

"Do you ever age?" You asked suddenly.

Laughing, Tom looked to you. "You never do," he replied.

"Okay guys, last outfit change!" Tyler yelled after taking several more shots. 

When you both got out of your dressing rooms, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that you and Tom would be posing in just your underwear; a more natural shot that Tyler said would portray more intimacy through the camera. 

"Yeah, right behind her like you're teaching her a sport. Hands on her stomach, chin on her shoulder- perfect!" Tyler said, looking through the viewfinder as the camera clicks went off. "Look to your left, Y/N, and Tom look straight down her body."

After a few more minutes (and a few more poses), Tyler eventually said he had gotten everything he needed for the cover. All that was left to do was the interview portion, in which an editor would write about and summarize for the inner flaps of the magazine. 

"Tom, Y/N," Tyler said, coming up to you both after you'd changed into some normal clothes. "You both did great! I hope you look forward to the next edition. You're cover is gonna be sick!" He said, hugging you both before venturing off to some part of the building. 

"Time for that interview," Tom grinned, taking your hand.

***
Three weeks later, you had a first edition copy of the newest Vogue Magazine, your custom, designer outfit displayed on the cover, Tom right beside you in the picture. Fans were going wild, and your magazine had numbers charting through the roof, never ending headlines released throughout the week. 

"Y/N, holy shit!" Harry said, walking up to you. You were sitting on a bench located on a small farm, one you and Tom owned while the pregnancy progressed. Tom insisted it would be of use the closer you got to your due date, and you had eventually moved in at the start of your third trimester. It was peaceful and calm, quiet and beautiful. And Tom's entire family had access to it too, which made the experience all the more amazing. 

"Hey, Harr," you said, putting your phone down on top of the magazine. 

"This," he said, waving it in the air. "Is a fucking masterpiece."

"You think?"

"I know it! Look at the clothes! The poses! The unexpected candids and the lighting! It really captures that pregnancy glow you've been sporting."

"Hey, love. Whatcha talkin' bout?" Tom asked, coming from behind you with two mugs full of tea. 

"Harry thinks our magazine cover is a masterpiece."

"I'm telling you, Y/N!" Harry said, sitting across from both of you with a smile on his face. "This one's for the books."