tom holland oneshots

family game night

warnings: cursing 

summary: reader brings tom over for a family game night

word count: 600

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"Please! Come in, come in!" your mother motioned for you and Tom to step into the house, and you did so with smiles. Your hands were linked as you made your way into the living room to greet everyone.

It was game night, beers and wine passed around as you and Tom got seated. 

Monopoly was first on list, poker and foosball saved for later. You and Tom were seated next to each other, and you looked to your brothers and your dad, finger pointed at them. 

"Promise me, you will go easy. Smack talk and competition wise, go easy on him," you caressed Tom's hand, which was on your thigh. 

"Go easy?" he asked, and your brothers laughed. 

"Games get pretty competitive in this household," your dad told him. "Try to keep up."

You rolled your eyes, giving Tom a reassuring look as pieces were passed around. 

Twenty minutes later, your brothers were deep into the game, everyone else included. Tom had quite a few properties, and was a few spots away from buying the best property on the board. Rolling the dice, he moved his piece and landed on it with a grin. 

You clapped, being a mini cheerleader for him. He smiled, pulling out the monopoly for it, and your brothers groaned in frustration. 

"Of course Mr. Movie Star with his head up his ass is going to buy everything!"

You gasped, "Michael!" 

"At least I'm not buying properties bigger than my muscles," Tom shoots back. 

Your head spins so fast as his response. Is he smack-talking back? 

Tom sends you a shit-eating grin, Michael's jaw dropped as your other brothers chip in.

"That's a fucking lie! Your arms ain't shit compared to mine!"

"Wanna bet?" Tom smirks

"Thomas-"

"Of course Mr. Movie Star with his ego as big as his wallet wants to take out money!"Michael goes again. 

"So you admit I'm winning?" Tom's grin is getting wider, more sinister. 

"I said no such thing!"

"C'mon then," Asher scoots forward. "If you wanna fuckin' bet. Let's do an arm wrestle."

Your eyes go wide, realizing the predicament you'd gotten Tom into. Asher never lost an arm wrestle, and you didn't want to hear the endless smack-talk and trash-talk directed at your boyfriend. 

"Tommy-"

"No, Y/N," Michael cut you off. "If he's such a big boy he doesn't need you to fight his wars."

You rolled your eyes at their stubbornness, looking to your mom for help. She shrugged, and Tom sat forward, right arm offered up in the match. 

"Ready... set," Michael was speaking. "Go!"

And suddenly, your brother and your boyfriend were arm wrestling. Like you had predicted, Asher was already in the lead. 

"C'mon, pretty boy," he chuckled. "You can do better than that." 

"Since you're so good, Mr. Movie Star."

You nibbled on your lip, moving to whisper into Tom's ear. Your words widened his eyes and he chuckled. 

"Yeah?" Tom breathed out to the man in front of him. "Sorry, my wallets a bit heavy in my pocket, here." 

Asher laughed, moving harder. 

"If I win, I get all your properties," Tom spoke between breaths, hand gripping his harder. Asher's eyes momentarily widened, and Tom's smirk grew, tongue poking out. 

"Take it, goddammit!" Your dad yelled. "You'll get all his properties if you win, A."

Tom laughed again, and your head was in your hands as it seemed as if Tom wasn't going to win. But then you heard your mom gasp and your head shot up, seeing Tom's arm using the strength he was hiding. 

His smirk grew as Asher's hand hit the table in defeat, and your jaw dropped. Tom's hand returned to yours, linking and lacing your fingers as Tom's other hand was out for his properties. 

"Fuck," Asher groaned, handing his cards over. "Fucking ass." 

"I thought-" you were stuttering, and Tom chuckled before kissing your cheek. 

"Don't doubt the spider strength, babe."