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Zendaya: Anybody under 5’9 can’t talk about fighting someone. Like, what are you gonna do? Headbutt someone in the nipples?

Tom: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, asshole.

Bookworm - Tom Holland

pairing: tom holland x reader

request:  Tom taking away the readers book bc she won’t pay attention to him?

warnings: none

summary: the reader is so sucked into her book that tom has to pull the book from out of her nose and pepper her with kisses so that she will give attention to him.

You were in the midst of one of your favorite books of all time, The Maze Runner, and not focused on anything but it. Your eye’s were glued to the words that brought this fantasy world to life. Someone’s hand hit your leg lightly. You rolled your eyes, already knowing who it was that was trying to get your attention. 

“Not now Tom. I’m in the middle of my favorite chapter.” you said, not looking up from the book. 

Tom groaned. “But darling! You’ve been reading for the last hour. Why is that book more important that your loving boyfriend of whom you’ve been dating for two years now?”

You finally looked at him. He was sprawled out at the end of your bed. “Are you Newt?” you asked him, one eyebrow raised. 

“No.” he grumbled.





“Then I see no reason to talk to you right now.” And with that, you turned back to the book.  You heard him get up off the bed. The sound of his footsteps made you to believe he had left the room. Finally some peace and quiet for you to read. 

About thirty pages later, Tom came into the room again. The bed shifted due to the weight Tom added. He came and laid right next to you, peppering your exposed arms with kisses.

“I sear to God Thomas, you’re such a baby sometimes.” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

At that comment, Tom got quite defensive. “No I am not!” he retorted. 

“Oh really?” you challenged. 

“Yes really.”

“Then leave me alone.” Tom groaned, just like the last time. He got up off the bed and left the room, like last time. All you wanted was some peace and quiet to read your book. 

It had been fifteen minutes and Tom couldn’t wait any longer. He jumped onto the bed. His knees spread apart with your legs in between. He hovered over you. 

“Y/N!” he commanded. You looked up with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yes Thomas?” you questioned. 

“I need your love and affection.” Tom grabbed the book out of your hands. You gasped. “Right now.”

You let at a sigh. “At least mark my page with my bookmark.” Tom’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He grabbed the bookmark that was next to you on the bed,he got it custom made with his face all over it, literally just multiple tom faces all over it, shoved it into the book, and put to book on the dresser. It was hilarious to watch him run all over, but it was cute how excited he was. He jumped back onto the bed. Right on top of you. 

“Okay lover boy. A little to excited there.” you giggled. He rolled off of you. You laid side by side.  Your head rested on his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. This is what Tom loved to do with you. He loved just cuddling with the love of his life. 

“I love you.” he whispered. 

“I love you too.” 

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Harrison:[whispers] We have an intruder. How did they get in?

Tom: In-tru-da window.

Harrison:….HE’S IN HERE!


“Seriously ? And they believed you ?”

“Sweetheart, you know I’m good at this. And with that, you owe me one.”

“Okay Casanova, I pay the dinner. Now get me out of here.”

Harry: It’s unhealthy to eat past 9pm.

Tom: *eating pizza at 3am* Oh man, good thing time is an illusion.


“It’s nothing, you weren’t yourself.”

“Actually, I was. I just couldn’t control my powers. I’m sorry.”

“You said that. But it’s ok, I forgive you Jack.”

At a cafe

Harry: [looks at his drink and then at Sam] Dude, I didn’t want whipped cream.

Sam: [stands up] No problem, I’ll fix it for you.

Harrison: [sips his drink and looks at Tom] This isn’t soy.

Tom: Sucks to be you.


“You’re the worst, using my little brother spirit in my dreams like that…”

“Just the Devil my lovely Y/N. And it was kinda fun. Otherwise, you’d never come to me.”

[666 posts on the blog! That deserves at least a Lucifer!]

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe… and you.
—  Beau Taplin; A n d Y o u