Shut up and get in the fort

andie-in-tumblland:

Tom Holland x reader

Rating: Fluff and cute stuff
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     It was midday when you finally realized you should check your phone, the device that was buried under hefty layers of blankets and maybe a pillow. The only notification you noticed were the numerous messages from the ID, Tessa’s Human. You felt a little bit bad for not checking your phone sooner, besides, the only thing you had planned for today was lounging within the architectural masterpiece you created. The messages started earlier that morning, around eightish, and the most recent was received about fifteen minutes ago.

TH: Good morning!
8:05am

TH: Want to do anything today?
8:06am

TH: I’m assuming you’re having a lay in today, let me know when you get this
8:42am

TH: Are you alright? I’m sorry to bother you
11:00am

TH: It’s just that you usually don’t sleep in this late when we have the day off
11:01am

TH: I’m stopping by your room just to make sure you’re alright, I’ll be there soon
12:27pm

     You felt slightly bad about making him worry, but even before you started dating, he always worried about you. Harrison always made a point to slate him about it. Harrison and Tom’s little brothers were actually the reason you were together in the first place, but that’s a different story.

Y/N: Go at it, you still have my spare key card, right?
12:43pm

   
Almost instantly after you sent it, the door unlocks and swings open, followed by that familiar voice you know and love.

   

“Hey, Y/N, wher- what’s with the blankets?” Tom asked as he walked closer to the tent of sheets set up in the centre of the living room.
Upon hearing his voice, your head poked out of the makeshift door with a sheepish smile across your face.

   
“Yea, I’m super sorry-not-sorry for not checking my phone sooner, but believe me when I say that I have a justified reason.”

   

“Oh and what would that be?” He asked with his fists on his hips, clearly trying not to smile.

You gave him a look that was the perfect combination of offended and shocked over the fact he felt the need to ask. It was something he knew you always did on lazy days, he and the rest of the cast have joined you many times.

    “First of all, how dare you. I’m having a Marvelthon. You of all people should know this. It’s common knowledge, Thomas.” You narrowed your eyes at him before ducking back into your sanctuary.

   

“Don’t you think we should clean this up actually? We can go out for lunch afterwards,” Tom suggested as he looked around the mess that was your hotel suite. The sofas were barren of cushions, and turned so the backs could used as support for the top of the fort. From where he stood, Tom could see into your bedroom just enough to tell that all of the blankets and pillows were gone from there as well. Knowing you, he was also certain that you called room service and asked them to bring you extra blankets and pillows.

“This is going to take awhile to clean up, if we start now, we coul-”

   

“Tom?”

   

“Huh?”

   
“Shut up and get in the fort.”

   

“But-”

   
“Thomas. Marvelthon.”

   
“…I mean I guess,”

   
You smiled to yourself in victory as he ‘gracefully’ crawled into the fort, pulling his shoes off as soon as he was situated. He glanced around and noted that it was in fact very cozy within, your laptop was perched on top of two sofa cushions at the far end, Age of Ultron was paused on the screen. Tom looked over at you with an eyebrow raised, he knew you would only binge watch Marvel movies in perfect order.

“How long have you been up for? You’re already on Age of Ultron.”

   
“Well judging by the time and what’s on my laptop, I’d say long enough to be on Age of Ultron,” was your deadpan response as you tried to press play with your foot. Tom let out a brief laugh as he shook his head at your antics. He reached over and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, his face now in the crook of your neck, his warmth stirring butterflies in your stomach.

    
“I can’t get over how lucky I am to exist at the same time you do, let alone call you mine,” he mumbled into your neck, his soft lips brushing the curve of your shoulder as he spoke.

    You knew you loved him, but you always got tongue tied whenever you tried to put it into words around him, but your actions said everything to him. So when you turned and tenderly kissed the top of his head, it was the only response he would dream of for that moment.

“Hey, Tom?”

   

“Hmm?”

   

“You know I’m putting Civil War on after this,” his sigh that followed put a mischievous smile on your face. You knew he wasn’t one for watching himself on screen, but him in that spandex though. And his wonderful portrayal of both Peter Parker and Spiderman. But that spandex.

     “Only because I love you.”