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Tom Holland x Reader   

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Synopsis: To Tom’s dismay, you attempt to make late night snack trips

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy?

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        You groaned after the past few hours of tossing and turning. Leaning across your bedside table, you reached for your phone, and by lifting it, you squinted at the bright white numbers that read 2:00. Scoffing, you attempted to quietly get up without awaking your husband, Tom. Once successfully doing so, you creeped outside the bedroom, and softly padded down the stairs, into the kitchen. Within the past few months you found yourself making many trips to the kitchen for snacks, now more frequently than ever, as you had grown rapidly in size due to the tiny human within your stomach. It was most evenings now you were in search of snacks at late hours. Only this evening, to your dismay, you had run out of sprinkles. You checked each cupboard, only to find an empty sprinkles container. At this point, you were teary eyed, and there seemed to be no other option than to get some yourself.

Less than an hour later, Tom perked up at the sound of a door opening downstairs. Confused, he turned to your bedside, only to find the covers drawn and your figure absent. Worry overtaking him, he rushed down the stairs, stopping at the sight in the kitchen.

A grocery bag, strewn across the kitchen counter, containers of sprinkles dispersed from within it, and you. Eyes puffy and red, sprinkling the colourful sprinkles on a piece of buttered bread. Your recent favourite snack.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He sighed, out of both tiredness and concern. 

You sniffed.

“I thought we were out of sprinkles- I forgot to get more today- did you go...”

“Yes,” you interrupted, “I went to get sprinkles at 2 am, but it was a quick trip, and I’ve got them now, ok?” You huffed and walked over to the staircase, plate in hand, before Tom stopped you. 

“M’love, next time you need sprinkles, for whatever the reason, wake me up, and I’ll go, ok?”

“Ok.” You nodded, and retreated to bed. 

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Not even 4 days later, you found yourself quietly creeping out of bed, in need of another late night snack. Although this one required a trip as well. So you quietly and cautiously walked downstairs. Then, you grabbed a sweater and opened the front door, just before.... Tom dashed in front of you and held the door closed. He stood still, although out of breath from a run down the stairs. His hair was tousled, and he was clad in a white shirt, and baggy plaid pajama pants that hung at his waist. He also managed to throw on a pair of slippers. 

“Tommm,” you grumbled, “I’m gonna be quick, just let me-” 

“No,” Tom chuckled. “Hon, I’m not gonna let you go to a supermarket in the middle of the night. Not in your state- and I think even now, your tummy can barely fit behind the wheel.

You were persistent. And made a continuous effort to pull the door open by the handle, but Tom stood fixed.

“I’m meant to do this kinda thing,” he continued, “It’s basically my job, as your partner. I wanna do this for you. Besides, we both know, that if I don’t get-- what is it you need?

“Pineapple,” you murmured. In utter defeat too, as you had let go of the door.

“Right, if I don’t get pineapple, you definitely will, and you’re not doing that tonight, yeah?”

Too tired to protest, you tossed him the keys. 

“Alright, I’ll be back in 10.” He smiled defiantly before heading out.

And so, he brought back the pineapple. Although it wasn’t the last instantaneous craving you had. 

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Just 2 days later, you found yourself, again, quietly slipping out of bed to get a much-needed snack. Only the ruffle of the bed sheets woke your groggy husband. 

“Whaddya need now, love,” he mumbled, half into his pillow. 

“I’m going to a drive through- I need fries,” You whispered. It took Tom a second before he slid out of bed, and threw on his pair of slippers. 

“I’m gonna get them then,” he said tiredly, hand held out, expected to be given your car keys.

“Nope,” You said with a dangle of the keys, “I’m going regardless, you can either join me and drive, or let me go alone. Besides, it’s just a drive through.”

Tom smiled, with a little roll of his eyes in turn of your stubbornness, and grabbed your keys.