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Tom: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, asshole.

anonymous asked:

can you do a morning/day routine of married y/n and tom??? 💕💕

  • i’ve been waiting for this request oh my goodness sign me up 
  • almost all mornings started off the same
  • you’d wake up to one of tom’s arms lazily slung across your body, pulling you subconsciously towards him 
  • he tended to wake up before you 
  • light kisses would be peppered on your shoulder and neck as he attempted to get you up 
  • some mornings you’d wake up to his head between your thighs
  • as soon as you’d roll over to face him, your eyes would flutter open only to be greeted with his already on you 
  • he’d run his hand along your side softly as you stretched
  • “g’morning, beautiful wife” 
  • after giving him with a parallel message, he’d pull you closer to him and snuggle his head into the crook of your neck
  • “can we just stay like this today??”
  • despite his protests, you’d eventually get out of bed to get the day started
  • morning walks with tessa were definitely a thing as well as soon as you two got up 
  • it was her favorite part of the day
  • as well as his because he got to spend time with his two favorites 
  • most days started with making either tea or coffee, depending on tom’s mood that morning 
  • while you started on that, he’d gather the ingredients for breakfast
  • some mornings it was just cereal if you were in a hurry but others he liked to make pancakes or waffles and eggs 
  • music often played in the background, loud enough to have tom dancing half heartedly as he flipped pancakes 
  • you’d hop up on the counter, unfazed by the cold surface as it had been a familiar spot for you while tom had cooked 
  • breakfast would consist of the two of you situated at the counter top, barstools rather close to one another’s 
  • his hand would usually find it’s way to your thigh, brushing over the skin as you talked about your plans for the day 
  • after breakfast, you two normally took turns doing the dishes but regardless decided on helping each other 
  • then proceeding to the shared bathroom to brush your teeth, shower, and do other morning activities
  • showers weren’t always sexual; some mornings were just purely to save time 
  • but tom definitely didn’t complain about getting to shower with you 
  • although shower sex was sometimes in the question 
  • him asking your opinions on his outfits of the day 
  • sometimes he’ll have you blow dry his hair too because he finds it relaxing when your fingers comb through his hair
  • if you two are going separate places, there’s never a morning that goes by without a kiss goodbye 
  • soooo 
  • when does this actually get to happen

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

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

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.

“Gally?”

“No.”

“Alby?”

“No.”

“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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What happens in Vegas pt. 5 - Tom Holland

Word count: 2340

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4

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A/N: Alright! There’s only 2 parts left! I awrote this part over several days, so if something is repeated a couple of times, that’s why. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it, so yeah! Tell me what you think!


The weekend had passed, and if you were going to be honest, you barely remembered any of it. You remembered waking up with your head on Tom’s chest, a part you really wished you could forget. You had a strange tingling feeling in your stomach, whenever you thought about how he had had his arm around you. You tried your best to ignore it, but the feeling just wouldn’t go away.

He had also acted differently this morning. He actually talked to you, and even smiled at you. A different smile then the cocky smile he usually had plastered on his lips. It was kinder. More genuine.

He had decided to join you on set today. He said it was to keep the act up, and that he would seem like a supportive husband. You didn’t like the idea one bit, especially considering you had to film a sex scene today, and you really didn’t want him there. Should you tell him? You didn’t quite understand why it mattered as much as it did, but you really just didn’t want him there.

You were getting really comfortable around your co-actors, and you feared it would just be awkward with Tom around.

“You really don’t have to be here. Not today at least. It’s going to be really boring. You can still just go back home, if you want?” You said, as you entered the set.

“I want to be here. I think we should start spending more time together, and this is a great way to start” He answered, the kind smile still on his lips.

You were starting to wonder what happened in the weekend. Something must have happened, because he acted much differently today. And he suddenly wanted to spend more time with you? Why? Had you said something? You didn’t even want to ask him, scared of the answer.

“Yeah, well. Just not today. We’re kinda filming-a-sex-scene” You mumbled the last part, hoping he didn’t hear it.

“What kind of show is this? First a lap-dance, and now a sex scene? You could’ve warned me, before we got here!” The kind smile was gone, and now looked annoyed instead. What was up with his mood swings?

“Since when do you care?” You asked him. He didn’t get a say. You weren’t even an actual couple, so he didn’t have the right to be annoyed over a sex scene.

“Oh I don’t know. We are married. Don’t you think I should know, when you’re going to sleep with someone else?” He asked harshly. He was really acting weird today. He seemed jealous, but that just didn’t make sense to you. Why would he be jealous?

“I’m not going to actually sleep with him, you moron. And you really need to get a hang of yourself, because I already pretty sick of you” You warned him. You hadn’t even started filming, and he was already a pain in the ass.

“Oh yeah? We’ll excuse me for not wanting to see my wife pretend to have sex with some guy!” Now he was yelling, and people from the crew started starring at you.

“Then go home! I told you not to come. If you’re going to be this much of an asshole, I don’t want you here” You voice was calm, but still filled with anger. You knew he knew that, and from the expression in his eyes, he was more than angry too.

He left without saying a word, and you walked towards your co-actors. The girl, who was starting to become you best friend, shot you a look.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked, and you gave her a nod.

“Yeah. Let’s just say, that today his personality matches his genitalia. A huge dick” You were still annoyed, but the laughs from the others helped a little on the mood. You chatted for a bit, before you started filming.

***

When you got back home, you were surprised to find the apartment empty, and just like you had left it this morning. That meant Tom hadn’t been home all day, which made you wonder where the hell he was. You didn’t want to deal with him anyway, so it was fine, but you still wanted to know where he was.

You decided to take place on the couch, and catch up with some tv-shows. Lucifer had just started a new season, and you were already 2 episodes behind. Not to mention Riverdale starting as well, so you had enough to watch.

Halfway through the second episode of Lucifer, Tom stumbled in the door. He couldn’t walk straight. He couldn’t even hold his normally good posture. Even a blind idiot could tell he was way past just being drunk. He was wasted.

“Oh! Darling, you’re home!” His voice was raspy, and he stumbled a bit over the words. “How did… uh. How did the scene go?”

“It was fine. Unlike you. If throw up, you’re cleaning it yourself” You warned him. You were still annoyed with him. He had no right to act the way he did today.

“Does he do a better job than me?” He asked, sounding irritated again. He just kept standing in the middle of the room, swaying a bit from side to side.

“Why do you care?” You asked him bluntly.

“Because we’re married! So excuse me, for not liking the thought of you with someone else!” He yelled, and you rolled your eyes. You wasn’t sure if it was him, or the alcohol speaking.

“Last time I checked, we’re not a real couple, so you don’t get to be jealous!” You yelled back at him.

“You don’t tell me what to do, or how to feel! I took care of you all weekend! And I didn’t ask for nothing in return! And then you just drop the sex scene bomb on me like that!” He yelled frustrated.

“Oh, I get it! You’re mad that I didn’t rehearse this scene with you, is that what it is? If that’s the case, you’re going to stay mad for a long time, because guess what! I don’t want to sleep with you” You snapped at him, as you stood up from the couch.

“We both know that a lie. You want it just as much as I do!” His speech was clear now, and he almost seemed sober, when he walked towards you. As he got close to you, you could feel his hot breath. “And I really love it when you moan my name”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, because that’s the only scenario where you’ll actually get some” You glared at him, not letting it show that he was right. You did want him. You blamed it the period hormones, that hadn’t completely left your body. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“And you’re just so sassy. Do you have any idea, how much your snarky comebacks turns me on?” He whispered in your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “I just want to shut you up, every time. You have no idea what you do to me”

“It’s not going to happen Tom. We haven’t even been on an actual date, so you don’t have the right to be jealous” You gently pushed him away, but even in his drunk state, he was strong. He stayed close to you.

“I just really enjoy us together, and I don’t want someone else taking my place. Like I told your mom, the sex is amazing” He said in a low voice.

“I don’t care, Tom! Sure, the sex is great, but I want more than that! I want an actual relationship, and you’re just not the guy to have that with. You’re an arrogant asshole, who’s also really jealous. You would think that someone with that big of an ego, would be more confident in himself” You pushed him a little harder this time, and walked pass him to the kitchen.

“I don’t have a big ego! And I’m not an arsehole! I want a relationship too, you know. I wouldn’t mind if it was with you, because I would never really have to worry about when to propose and stuff” He said, as he followed you to the kitchen.

“Except you are. You are an asshole to me! And not having to propose is maybe the worst reason to be in a relationship. I just feel so loved, when that’s the reason you bring up!” You turned to look at him, so he could see how mad he made you.

“I didn’t mean to be an idiot, okay! You just make me so… I don’t know! You do something to me, and I can’t explain it! I love it when we fight. I loved it so much, when I shut you up by kissing you. I want to do it every time we fight, and it’s so hard not to” He said with a smirk.

You just stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to say or do. You hadn’t been able to listen to song anymore, because all you could think of was Tom. You had to admit that he did something to you as well, but you would never admit it to him.

“It’s still just sex. Do you even know anything about me? Like, what’s my favourite colour? Or my favourite food? Something?” You asked him. You did want more, but you knew Tom wasn’t the right guy. You wanted someone who could be there for you, emotionally as well, and you weren’t sure Tom could do that. He didn’t care about you, beside when it came to sleeping with you. Not that you cared about him, of course. Because you didn’t, right? So it made no sense, that the thought of Tom not caring, made you a bit upset.

“You’re favourite colour is red. It’s the colour you wear the most. Your bedsheet is red. Every time you buy something, you always go for the red. You’re favourite food is hot pasta and meatballs. In the past month, it’s the dish you’ve made the most times, and it’s the dish you look happiest eating” He answered bluntly, taking you a bit by surprise. Did he really notice all of that? Did he really pay attention to you?

“I didn’t know you knew that. Or that you even paid attention” You mumbled, looking away from him.

“Well. I do. Much more than you think” He said, almost sounding upset. You looked up at him, to find him biting his lip. You didn’t know what to say. The fact that he paid attention to you, made you happy. Happier, then you could admit to yourself.

“Why? To know something about me, so you can use it to annoy me? If not, then why are you always such a jerk. Like today?” You asked. You couldn’t let yourself believe that he actually cared, because there was no way that he actually did.

“No. Because I… Well. I just don’t know how to act around you. Apparently, we hate each other, but I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. After this weekend, I’m not really sure if you hate me or not. So I don’t really know if I should stop being an idiot or not. It’s really confusing!” He fumbled a bit over the words, and he didn’t look at you once.

You heard what he said, but once again. You couldn’t just let yourself believe that he might actually like you. There was a lot a physical attraction between the two of you, but that was all it was, right? It’s wasn’t really Tom talking, it was just the alcohol. It had to be.

“Tom, stop. It’s just the alcohol. You don’t mean that. Saying that, won’t get me to sleep with you.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke.

“I mean it! I think I actually like you. I mean, I do! You made me realize that this weekend, and that’s really annoying” He said, this time looking directly at you.

“Then tell me when you’re sober. That won’t happen, so we’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Then in just over a month, we’ll get divorced and we’ll never have to see each other again.” You said. You weren’t really sure who you were talking to. Were you trying to convince him to come with some big declaration of his love for you, or were you trying to protect your own feeling from a potential heartbreak.

“Can we not talk about this right now” He groaned.

“Go to bed, Tom. You’re way too drunk” You sighed.

“Fine!” You were surprised that he didn’t even try to argue with you. You were pleased that he didn’t, because you really didn’t want to deal with him right now.

You got him into the bed, and under the duvet, without either of you saying a word. Just as you were about to leave his room, he grabbed your wrist.

“Please don’t go” He said in a low voice, and you looked down at him. His brown eyes were begging you to stay, and you didn’t know how you could turn down those eyes. “Stay. We don’t have to do anything, just please stay. I like having you close”

“If I stay, will you go to sleep?” You asked. You were getting too tired to fight him on it. You would never admit it to him, but you did actually like being close to him as well.

He gave you a quick nod, and with a sigh you went under the duvet. The heat from his body made you relax, and you felt a strange tingling feeling in your stomach as he put his arm around you. Could you really be in love with this idiot?

“Goodnight Tom” You said, as your mind was racing. All the little things he had said. He paid attention to you, he actually cared about you.

“Goodnight princess”


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