Hii! Can you do a Tom Holland x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and Tom gets jealous of the tweets, fluff fluff fluff. ππ THANK YOUU
I love this idea! I hope you like it
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warning: itβs thirsty tweets, so adult humor and crude comments
βHi Iβm Y/n L/n.β Tom said to the camera while sneaking at glance at you to see if you laughed.
βAnd Iβm Tom Holland.β You bounced off his joke with a giggle. βAnd today, weβre going to be reading thirsty tweets.β
βThe tweets arenβt thirsty, darling. Itβs the people writing them.β Tom corrected you. He gave the camera a pointed look as you laughed at your mistake, already feeling giddy for the video.
βIβm sorry. Letβs start the video, shall we?β You asked as you picked a tweet out of the bucket. βI wonder how big Tom Hollandβs- oh and this is Buzzfeed!β You suddenly remembered to credit the creators of the video. Everyone on set, including Tom burst out laughing. Tom plucked the tweet out of your hands.
βI think weβve heard enough of the one.β Tom said as he tossed the paper over his shoulder.
βTake a two minute break. Thatβll be our intro.β Someone from behind the camera called. You gave them a thumbs up and turned to Tom.
βAre you excited or nervous?β You asked him as your straighten the collar of his jacket. Youβd made a habit of tidying up Tom since he had a habit of being disheveled.
βI try to always turn my nerves into excitement.β Tom told you. βBut Iβm a little nervous about what theyβre going to say about you. You, being so hot and all.β
You laughed and tossed some of your straightened hair behind your shoulder.
βOh, you know. I aim to please.β You replied. You were a little nervous yourself. You could only imagine what crazy things fans couldβve tweeted at your movie star boyfriend. He was definitely a fan favorite, and had a whole army of girls begging to be his. Youβd just recently announced that you were together and this was your first video together as an official couple. So yeah, you were nervous.
Your break ended and you picked the first official tweet out of the bucket.
βTom Holland is zaddy.β You read. It was a nice, calm way to start the video.
βThat wasnβt bad.β Tom nodded. βShort and sweet.β He selected a tweet from the bucket.
βY/n L/n looks a lot like my next girlfriend.β He read. He made a displeased face at the camera.
βI donβt know, mate. I heard she has a boyfriend. A really good looking one too.β Tom joked. You rolled your eyes as he took another tweet.
βTom Holland is so fine. I think I rewatched the scene when Peters suit falls off a million times.β He read.
βSame girl.β You commented. You took the bucket from his hands and put your hand on the side of your mouth, whispering loudly, βitβs even better in person.β
βIf I could only let one person bone me the rest of my life, it would be Y/n L/n.β You read out loud. Your eyes widened at the bold tweet.
βThat escalated quickly.β You said. Tom didnβt look amused.
βShe already has someone to do that, so.β Tom shrugged smugly and tossed the tweet aside.
βThomas!β You smacked his arm and looked at the camera. βDo you see what I have to put up with? Letβs keep it PG, please.β
β@YOURNAMELASTNAME, girl, what you doing? Get your ass back in the Louvre where you belong.β You read.
βI liked that one.β Tom said with a nod of approval. βBecause you are a work of art.β
You smiled at him and picked out another tweet.
βMy sexuality is the veins in Tom Hollandβs right arm.β You smacked your knee as you laughed. Tom just shook his head.
βI donβt even know what that means.β He remarked as he took a tweet.
βY/n L/n, if youβre reading this, by all means, foreclose on my house. Destroy my credit score. Flood my basement. Ruin my life. I beg you.β He read dramatically. The lack of crudeness towards earned a chuckle from him.
βAw thatβs...sweet?β You said, sounding more like a question. You look a tweet from the bucket and cleared your throat.
βI would let 30-50 feral hogs trample over me if Tom Holland was the paramedic who transferred my corpse into the back of the ambulance.β Tom read. You burst out laughing until your stomach hurt.
βThat was graphic.β You said between giggles. βAnd incredibly specific.β
βShe wouldnβt really need an ambulance at that point though, would she?β Tom asked you, not ready to leave the topic yet.
βIβve never been trampled by 30-50 wild hogs, so I wouldnβt know.β You replied. Tom gave you a cheeky grin.
βItβs feral hogs, love.β He teased. He had a way of forgetting cameras were there when you were around.
βOh, Iβm sorry.β You said sarcastically as you took a tweet.
βTom Holland is the only man who deserves rights.β You read and nodded in agreement. Tom did as well which made you laugh.
βI want Y/n L/n to use my face as a trampoline.β Tom read. He looked at the paper in his hands for a long time. βNow, why are mine so tame and yours are borderline insane?β He was beginning to find the tweets less and less funny. He didnβt like people tweeting about you in such vulgar ways, especially when they didnβt even know you.
βI guess my fans just really like me.β You shrugged and picked up another tweet. βI want Tom Holland to drive over me with his private jet.β
βItβs actually Sonys jet, but I appreciate the gesture.β Tom answered as he took a tweet out of the bucket. βMy ideal weight is Y/n L/n on top of me.β Tom clicked his tongue, feeling a little twinge of anger in the pit of his stomach. βThatβs unfortunate, since sheβs a little busy being on top of me.β
You looked at the camera with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
βWhat did I say? PG!β You snatched the bucket from his hands and pretended to be angry. Tom knew he shouldnβt have said it, though be it true, but he just wanted to remind the people watching of your relationship. Tom took the bucket back from you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
βIβm just letting the fans know whoβs you are.β Tom replied with a cocky smile. βAll mine.β
βI just wanna know how Y/n L/ns lips feelπβ He read. βAnd then they put a little sad face emoji.β
βAw. You donβt have to be sad.β You told the camera.
βThey feel amazing, by the way.β Tom quipped, giving the camera a cheeky wink. βBut youβre never gonna know.β
βI want Tom Holland to use his jawline to cut me into fries.β You read. It made you chuckle again. You slid your finger across Toms jawline and smiled.
βMe too, baby, me too.β You said and picked out another one.
βThis one is about you again. It says βTom Holland walks into a room and his ass walks in 20 minutes later.β I have to agree.β You nodded. βDaddy thiccums.β
βDonβt start with that again, darling.β Tom groaned. Someone had commented that on his post the week prior and you wouldnβt let him live it down. You thought it was the funniest nickname in existence. Tom, of course, hated it, which is exactly why you snuck it into conversations every now and then.
βWhat? Thereβs nothing to be ashamed of, baby. If you got it, flaunt it.β You announced as you swiped some hair off his forehead. He felt a little hot to the touch. You noticed his jaw was clenched for the first time. If you werenβt being filmed, youβd have been all over him, asking if he was okay. You knew you had to bite your tongue until the interview was over.
βY/n L/n can have it anytime she wants it.β You read off the paper.
βShe doesnβt want it.β Tom deadpanned.
βHey.β You laughed and took the tweet from his hand. βThatβs mean.β
βLook at his profile picture. He looks like a foot.β Tom pointed to the tiny profile picture that could barley be seen on the paper.
βA foot?β You laughed and took another tweet from the bucket. There was definitely something off about Tom. You were sure of it now.
βTom Hollandβs ass is phat with a PH.β You read. You looked at the camera and wiggled your eyebrows.
βAgain, completely true.β You agreed.
βWhy are all of these about my butt?β Tom asked with a smile, but sounding genuinely confused.
βMaybe because youβre dummy thick.β You shrugged and took another tweet.
βY/n in that dress at the Far From Home premiere? She walked in and said BAWDY. She said body-ody-ody.β You read from the paper.
βStop.β You put your hand over your face in sudden embarrassment. βYouβre too kind.β
βAre they wrong, though? I loved you in that black and red dress.β Tom commented and took one from the bucket.
βI had to show my man some support by wearing his colors. My man, being Spider-Man I mean. Not this loser.β You pointed you thumb at Tom.
βHey.β He put his hand over his heart and pouted at you. βI am your man.β
βI know.β You presses a quick kiss to his still red cheeks. βIβm only teasing, lover.β
Tom looked satisfied with you answer and read his tweet.
βNot to be horny on main, but I want to hold Tom Hollandβs hand.β He said. He immediately slipped his hand into yours and held them up for the camera.
βSorry.β He said. βMy hands are full.β
β@backseatL/N asks, has Y/n broken up with the Brit yet? Iβm tryna know if I can shoot my shot or not.β You read. You wished youβd read it to yourself before reading it out loud. It was sure to get a rise out of Tom.
βShe did not.β Tom looked directly into the camera. βSo you can not.β
You could hear the tension in his voice. He was wavering from joking around to actually being serious. You squeezed his hand gently to let him know everything was alright. Tom seemed to appreciate the gesture and gave you a grateful smile.
βSorry guys.β You said, your eyes never leaving Tom. βYou know I love a London boy.β
Tom picked out a tweet that had a picture of himself at the Far From Home premiere attached.
βI would let Tom Holland break my legs. I donβt know why this photo made me realize that but it did.β He read. You took the paper in your own hands to examine the picture.
βOh God.β You said. βRemember when you took me golfing for like our third date and you hit me in the leg with a golf ball?β
βI do.β Tom bit back a smile. βI canβt believe you let me take you on another date after that.β
He appeared to be in a better mood until you read the next tweet.
βY/n is way too fine to be wasting her time with that toothpick. I could show her how a REAL man does it. Just wait, @YOURNAMELASTNAME, Iβm coming for you. #tomhollandbetterprayup.β
You grimaced and crumpled the tweet up into a ball. Tom did not look happy and you were starting to see why.
βI think sheβs been shown how a real man does it.β Tom said, trying to sound like he was kidding for the camera but not succeeding. You could tell he was throughly pissed off now and hoped the fans wouldnβt be able to tell.
βYes I have.β You slammed your fist down like you were in court. βReal men hit you with golf balls and then laugh instead of getting you ice.β
Tom laughed at your joke so you kept going to pull him out of his sour mood. βAlso, who are they calling toothpick?β You asked as you squeezed Toms bicep. βThis thing feels like a ripe avocado.β
βI love it when you talk dirty to me.β Tom said in his sassy voice. You pinched his cheek before taking out another tweet.
βThe sun shines for Y/n L/n. It only shines on the rest of us out of pity. It belongs to her and only her.β You read. βAw. That was really cute.β You said. βThank you, @fistmetonystark.β
The username caught you off guard. Tom let out a loud laugh as your face went red in embarrassment.
βOkay.β You dragged out the word. βMoving on.β
βIβm just trying to take a bubble bath and watch Home Alone with Tom Holland. Is that to much to ask?β Tom read off a paper.
βIn my opinion, that is a lot to ask.β You kidded.
βI think the bath would get cold by the time the movie ended.β Tom said in an attempt to apply logic to the absurd tweet.
βBut in my experience, bubble baths with Tom Holland are fun.β You saluted the camera and Tom smiled at you. Your attempt to calm him down wasnβt going unnoticed by him.
βTheyβre fun until Y/n gets soap in your eyes.β He said to the camera.
βLet the record show that I got soap in his eye once.β You emphasized. βAnd it was only because I happened to sneeze.β
Tom grabbed the leg of your stool and pulled your chair closer to his. You rested your head on his shoulder as he read the next one.
β@thatswhatmakesyoubootyful says, who said Tom Holland was allowed to have such a juicy dumper? I want answers.β Tom read and you bent over in a fit of laughter. βI canβt believe I had to read that with my own two eyes.β
βJUICY DUMPER.β You screamed. The crew laughed in the background. Tom just shook his head, stifling a laugh.
β@YOURNAMELASTNAME, I just want to put a ring on your pretty little finger. Lord knows Holland wonβt do it.β You read once you caught your breath. You wiped a tear from your eye, still to fully recovering from the last tweet. Tom, who was fully recovered, took offense to this one.
βHolland will do it.β He snapped, almost sounding angry. βHolland will most definitely do it, and you can quote me on that, @chokemeharry2011.β
You giggled at the username and picked a paper out of the bucket.
βI want Tom Holland to chop me up and feed me to Tessa.β You raised your eyebrows. βPlease donβt. Sheβs fat enough.β
βHey!β Tom took the bucket from your hands. βDonβt make fun of my baby.β
βYour fat baby.β You said under your breath.
βPetition for Y/n L/n to win an Oscar for acting like sheβs actually in love with Tom Holland.β Tom read, looking completely unamused.
βItβs not acting, but I would like an Oscar.β You poked Toms side but he was busy looking up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression. You gulped you picked up a tweet.
βI want Tom Holland to beat me with a sack of wet mice.β This got Tom laughing again, which made you relived. There were only a few left and you prayed they were tame.
βYou know what Tom Holland has that I donβt have? Y/n L/n.β You began to read. βYou know what I have that Tom Holland doesnβt have? Lips.β
You crumpled that one up too and gave a fake laugh.
βThat one wasnβt even funny.β You said, mostly to Tom. His scowl was back on his face.
βI want to be baptized in Tom Hollandβs sweat.β You tried to lighten the mood by reading one for him. He let a little air out and gave a small smile. You moved one of your legs to go over his and left it there. He wasnβt blind to what you were doing and rested his hand on your leg while taking a tweet.
β*pulls up to McDonalds window* can I get uhhhhhhhβ¦Y/n L/nβs hand in marriage?β He read. He had to laugh at that one.
βAw.β You looked up at the camera with a happy smile. βThatβs actually wholesome. Thanks @babydollY/N.β You blew a kiss.
βThat was the last one.β Tom looked inside the bucket and to his relief, didnβt see any more.
βWell that was us reading thirst tweets.β You said into the camera. βI feel like I need a shower. Or 12.β
βI feel like you need to block half the people who sent those in.β Tom half joked.
βWell, thank you so much Buzzfeed for having us.β
βAnd go see our movie, Spider-Man Far From Home.β Tom opened his arms out to the camera before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.
The camera man gave you the thumbs up, meaning heβd stopped filming. You and Tom went through the rest of your interviews for that day and didnβt get home until late. Luckily, you were doing press in London so you could stay at home and not a hotel. Tom was still acting a little off during the interviews. He kept his hand on your leg for all of them, and was a little more affectionate than usual. You were pretty sure he had kissed your cheek or lips in every single video you shot that day. Sure, that was the kind of stuff fans and shippers lived for, but Tom had never been one for PDA. When you finally got home, you asked him about his behavior.
βWhatβs up with you today? Is everything alright?β You asked him when you came out of the bathroom to find him lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You took a seat next to him as he sat up.
βIβm not gonna lie, those tweets made me kind of jealous.β Tom confessed. He insecurely toyed with your fingers and didnβt make eye contact.
βWhy?β You asked him. You pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, making him look at you.
βBecause I feel like the whole world wants my girl.β He said sadly.
βBut to your girl, youβre the whole world.β You assured him, cupping his face in your hands. He gave you a small smile at your corny words.
βYou have a way with words, donβt you L/n?β He said, cheering up a little. βAnd thank you for what you did in the interview. I could tell you were trying to calm me down. I was just overwhelmed by all the people pinning for you. It made me afraid I was going to lose you.β Tom admitted. You shook you head and kissed him gently.
βDonβt worry, lover. Youβre not gonna lose me to @fistmesteverogers or @babydollY/N. My heart is all yours.β You told him.
βIt was @fistmetonystark.β Tom corrected, looking glum again. You couldnβt help but giggle at the stupid username.
βWhoever it was, it doesnβt matter. People can tweet me whatever they want. Youβre the only one I have notifications on for, baby.β You said, trying to keep the conversation light to show Tom how he had nothing to worry about.
βDonβt you have notifications on for John Mulaney?β Tom asked, a smile finally poking through.
βShhh.β You held a delicate finger to his lips and he laughed. βThatβs not important. Whatβs important is Iβm yours and youβre mine and no thirsty tweet could ever change that.β
βItβs not the tweets that are thirsty, itβs the people.β Tom reiterated.
βWell, let them be thirsty.β You declared, still in a joking manner. βThe only thirst Iβm ever gonna quench is yours.β
βY/nnnn.β Tom whined and buried his face in your neck. You felt his hot breath on your collar bones. βIβm being serious. I donβt like people thinking about you that way. There are million of boys and girls out there who want to be run over with trucks or hit with a shovel just to be in the same room as you. How can I compete?β Tom asked, the bad feelings sinking in again.
βYou canβt.β You shrugged, causing Tom to look at you quizzically. βBecause thereβs no competition.β You finished. Tom smiled a little as you used your pinky to tilt his face towards yours. β Tommy, I love you. Iβm never gonna love anybody else. So you can be jealous over those tweets but, itβs a waste of your time. Time that could be spent giving me love and affection.β
βYou know I canβt resist love and affection.β Tom said with a happy smile. Youβd finally pulled him out of his slump.
βThen stop thinking about those dumb tweets and kiss me.β You ordered.
Tom obeyed and pulled you in for a long and deep kiss. He held you close to him, even when you pulled away.
βY/n?β Tom asked softly, sounding serious all of the sudden. You wonder if all the marriage talk in the video prompted him to ask you a certain question. You didnβt let your smile poke through and kept a calm look on your face.
βYes?β You answered sweetly. Tom took your face in his hands and stared you deeply in your eyes. You peered back at his gentle brown eyes with all the love in the world. Tom took a deep breath, looked at the floor, and then at you.
βI want you to use my face as a trampoline.β He said finally, quoting the tweet from earlier. You smacked his hands off your face and punched him (with love) in the arm.
βYouβre impossible.β You grumbled, feeling like an idiot for getting your hopes up. He, on the other hand, was dying with laughter.
βI am not impossible. I was in a movie called The Impossible, so that may be where youβre getting confused.β He teased. Youβd had enough of his humor and got off the bed to walk away. βCome back! I need you to foreclose on my house.β
βLeave me alone, pervert.β You laughed, pushing him away as he tried to pull you back.
βPlease? I just want you to flood my basement.β Tom continued to quote the tweets and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. Normally itβd be a sweet gesture, but he was pushing your buttons.
βNo thanks.β You answered, giving in to the hug.
βIs it because I donβt have lips?β Tom asked. You groaned loudly and pulled yourself out of his embrace before he could see you smiling.
βI think I just heard a ribbit coming from your mouth.β You called as you walked away.
βDonβt go.β He grabbed your hands and pulled you back towards him. βI just want to know how your lips feel.β
βTwo can play this game,β you lowered your voice to a grave tone, βdaddy thiccums.β
βOkay.β Tom held up his hands in surrender. βIβll stop. Just please, never say those words again.β
βI wonβt.β You promised. You crossed your heart with your fingers. βBut it doesnβt change the fact that youβre a baddie with a fatty.β
βIf you keep that up, Holland wonβt put a ring on it.β Tom wagged his finger at you, giving in to the joke that made him upset earlier in the day.
βWell I simply canβt have that.β You said in a much calmer tone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom rested his thick arms around your waist and held you flushed against him, pulling a little gasp from your throat.
βI canβt have that either.β Tom said lowly, a gleam of adoration in his tired brown eyes. βCan we just put today behind us and go to sleep?β
Tom picked you up bridal style before you could give him and answer. He placed you gently on the bed, both of you already having brushed your teeth, and climbed in next to you.
βGoodnight, lover of mine.β Tom yawned. He pressed a kiss to your lips before flopping onto his pillow.
βGoodnight...β You said mischievously.
βDonβt say it.β Tom warned in a tired voice.
You were instantly hit with a pillow.
βI told you not to say it.β Tom said, unable to hide his laughter.
βYouβre right.β You said sincerely. βIβm sorry.β
You cuddled into Toms side and laid your head on his heartbeat. He rubbed lazy circles into your back and leaned his chin into your hair.
βBut @chokemeharry2011 would never treat me this way.β You said quickly.
And thus, you were hit with another pillow.
