request from @thirlwallsholland : could you possibly do a tom holland x female!reader?
tom, y/n and the boys are going to see uncharted for the first time, and y/n has been a fan of the games before she even met tom so she’s really excited. y/n really loves the film and that night she’s all cuddly and clingy with tom vice versa so the boys make fun of them and call tom whipped?
thank you!! :)
a/n: thanks for the request hun! i’m so sorry this took so long, it’s just been one of those weeks - for like 3 weeks in a row. hope you enjoy ! <3
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“I want honest feedback, okay?” Tom says as the lights dim down. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Bro, when have we ever sugarcoated anything?”
You rest your hand on top of Tom’s on the armrest between your seats, giving it an excited and reassuring squeeze.
“We will. Now both of you shut it, I want to watch the movie.” you say.
The four of you: Harry, Tuwaine, Harrison, and you were finally going to see the full Uncharted movie, and to say that Tom was nervous for the group’s opinions was an understatement. Harry had seen most of it during filming and you had seen little snippets when you’d visited the set but none of you four had seen the whole thing yet, effects and all. You weren’t solely watching just to appreciate your boyfriend’s action sequences, you had been a huge fan of the Uncharted games since before you’d even met Tom. Him being the lead in the film adaptation was only a bonus for you.
Tom had rented out a small theater for your group so that you could ‘have the proper experience’ without him having to deal with fans. The group of you sat a couple rows back from the large screen, stocked up with popcorn and drinks. It had been Tuwaine’s idea for everyone to wear onesies.
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“Holy shit!” you say partway into the movie, pointing at the screen and grasping Tom’s hand with your free one. “Is that JJ from Outer Banks? You didn’t tell me you met him!”
“Rudy Pankow? Yeah, I met him on set, he was nice. I’ll introduce you to him at some point if you want,” Tom whispers back, breath warm against your ear.
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Bartender Tom makes you a little hot under the collar (or onesie), if you’re being honest. You lean over in hopes that the other boys won’t hear.
“Tommy, think we can get a bar added into our place? And maybe you can get a couple of those outfits…”
“Gross, Y/N!” gags Harrison. “No one needs to hear about your little fantasies.”
Tom chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can definitely work something out, darling.”
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“Anyone want a cup of tea?” asks Harry, coming back into the living room after switching the kettle on.
You’d all stumbled onto the sofa and armchairs after returning home from the movie theater. Turns out spending two hours in a dark room wearing pajamas makes you feel kinda tired. Shocker.
“Oh yo, I could go for a cuppa,” says Tuwaine from his spot on the sofa.
“Same here,” calls Harrison.
“Yes please,” you say, giving Harry a grin in hopes that he’ll bring out yours first so it’s hot.
“Yeah, but not too much milk, okay?” says Tom. “I don’t know who it is, but someone in this house always gets the milk everywhere and makes a huge mess.”
Harrison snorts in the otherwise silent room. “Oh come on, no one else took that the way I did?”
Tom turns to you while the others begin an argument. You’re both curled together in the red armchair, Tom sitting with his back against the backrest and you sideways, leaning on one armrest with your legs over the other, basically sitting in his lap.
“So, what did you think of the movie darling?” he asks, biting his lip. It’s your opinion he cares about the most, as you know the most about the series than any of the boys. “You’ve been kinda quiet since we left the theater.”
“Baby, I loved it!” you squeal. “I’ll be honest I was a little unsure about them casting you as Nathan at first, but you absolutely smashed it. It was a surprisingly good adaptation, and now I honestly think you were perfect for the role. All in all, it was just a super fun movie, you know? Oh Sophia was great too. Do you have her number? Can you tell her I thought she was incredible? Oh and don’t get me started on all the scenes with you in a white shirt that got wet and went see-through,” you ramble, tugging on his sleeve in excitement.
Tom chuckles, a grin spreading across his face and his eyes crinkling at the sides.
“Yeah? You really thought so?”
You nod, pressing a loud and smacking kiss to his cheek.
“I really did, bub.”
He wraps both arms around you and you tuck your head into his chest, peppering tiny kisses over the exposed skin of his neck as you breathe in the familiar scent. You’re honestly so proud of him and how hard he works to bring each role to life, and you want to show him this. It’s only when his hand slips slightly lower to rest innocently on your onesie-clad bum that the rest of the group groans.
“Oh god, my eyes!” gasps Harry dramatically as he enters the room again, handing you your tea.
“Get a fucking room you horndogs,” calls Harrison, pretending to gag.
“Unless you’re going to give us a proper show, knock it off,” says Tuwaine, standing up to help Harry with the teas.
“Hey!” says Tom, going slightly pink. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!.” The thought makes him immediately protective and you giggle, resting a hand on his arm to show that you’re okay with the boys’ teasing.
“You are so fucking whipped, man. It’s sickening really,“ pipes in Harry, but you catch the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth that shows deep down, he’s thrilled his brother’s found his person to always be there for him.
Tom rolls his eyes as Harry hands him his tea (last, oh the joys of siblings) and stands up, gently pulling you up after him. He plucks your half-drunk tea out of your hands and starts to make his way up the stairs.
“Come on darling, I think we will get a room eh?”
He wiggles his hips dramatically to prove his point as you giggle, hopping up the stairs after him and giving his own onesie-clad bum a cheeky pinch.
You look over your shoulder at the rest of the boys as you go, both you and Tom giggling slightly hysterically at the sour expressions on their faces.
“Might want to get the old earplugs out tonight, boys.”
