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#tom holland birthday
lnfours · 10 months
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birthday | t.h
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summary -> it’s tom’s birthday, which calls for a perfect day
warnings -> fluff, language (duh), and an overload of cuteness that it genuinely makes me want to cry !
wc -> 1.2k
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the house was quiet. there were no sounds of pans being pulled out from the cupboards to make an early morning breakfast, there was no echoes of footsteps in the hallway and coming up and down the steps. just silence. 
and it was nice, beings there’s always something that pulls you out of your sleep. wether it’s the sound of tom’s alarm going off to remind him to go to his daily early morning workout, tess needing to be let outside, or someone coming in and asking you a random question that could’ve waited until you decided it was time to open your eyes. 
so when you woke up to nothing but silence, no questions, no alarms, nothing, it made you sit up. you almost questioned if everything was alright, but when you grabbed your phone off the charger on the nightstand next to you and saw the date. that's when you came to the realization that it’s because it’s june 1st. 
toms birthday. 
as you rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, you remembered that the twins had mentioned they were going to go out this morning to get breakfast for everyone, wanting to treat the birthday boy to his favorite meal from his favorite spot. 
you also remembered asking tom if he remembered to set his alarm for the morning before he climbed in bed next to you last night. to which he replied, “it’s my birthday, i deserve the day off from a brutal workout.”
so you flipped back on your side, leaning your head on tom’s shoulder, his bare back facing you as he slept with his cheek squished against the pillow. you smiled softly, wrapping your arm around the front of his body, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin. 
he gently stirred, and you mentally cursed yourself because you didn’t mean to wake him. you really felt guilty when he rolled over, grabbing your hand with his as he faced you, eyes slowy opening as his brown orbs met yours, a sleepy smile on his lips, “mornin’,”
you smiled back, brushing the tangled curls off his forehead, “didn’t mean to wake you.”
he shrugged softly, “‘s okay. was gonna get up soon anyway.”
you nodded, scooting closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you. you tucked your head under his chin, fingers warm against the cold metal of the necklace that sat lowly on his chest. you looked back up at him, meeting his gaze once again. 
“happy birthday, tommy.”
he smiled again, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on your hairline, “thank you, darlin’.”
“you’re gettin’ old, y’know.”
he laughed softly, his chest sending little vibrations to your cheek, “we’re literally 5 months apart,” you smiled softly, turning so you were fully facing him, “if i’m getting older that just means you’re not far behind me.”
“nah, i’ll stay young forever.” you joked. he rolled his eyes playfully. 
“i can give you notes from my skincare routine, y’know so you don’t get all old ‘n wrinkly.”
you laughed, “tom, you don’t remember to wash your face, what makes you think that i’m going to get wrinkles before you?”
he smirked as he squinted, raising a finger towards your forehead, “oh, i think i see one startin' to form-“
you laughed, gently slapping his hand away, “oh, fuck off!” 
he let out a chuckle as he pulled you closer, lifting your chin up to meet the same level his face was at, “i love you.”
“i love you, too.”
he leaned down and gently kissed your lips. you smiled into the kiss, your hand resting on his chest as you felt his heartbeat under your fingertips. the sun was coming in softly through the curtains and everything about this moment was just… 
perfect. 
that was until the door was flung open, “happy birthday tom!!”
you both jumped apart, you moving as the two of you looked towards the door. tuwaine, the twins, paddy and harrison had made their way into the room, everyone jumping on the bed to bombard the birthday boy. 
in this moment, you were thankful you were able to convince tom to get the larger mattress. 
tom laughed, thanking his brothers and friends. you giggled next to him, your own heart full from watching the whole thing unfold. 
“we got you breakfast from molly’s.” haz said. 
“and your gifts are downstairs.” tuwaine added. 
“sounds good, lads. we’ll be down in a minute.”
the group of boys shared a look and laughed, you two rolling your eyes as harry let out a wolf whistle. you both chuckled, shaking your heads as they walked out the room and closed the door. 
you had kicked the covers off and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. after, you made your way to the closet and gently tugged at the hoodie that was hanging up on tom’s side. you looked towards the door, making sure he wasn’t walking in before grabbing the small gift bag from the hiding spot on your side of the closet. 
you snuck it behind your back, walking back out to the bedroom and seeing tom dressed, buttoning up his shirt. you smiled at him in the full length mirror, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled back at you. 
“whatcha got behind your back, love?”
you twisted your lips in fake thought, “hmm, i dunno. a little something for the birthday boy, maybe?”
“i told you that you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“do i ever listen to you when you say that?”
he shook his head, a smile still on his lips, “never.”
“right.”
he tucked his shirt into his jeans, buttoning and zipping them up before hooking his belt. he turned to look at you, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips. 
“do i have to close my eyes?"
“only if you want.”
he thought about it for a second, shaking his head, “i don’t really want to.”
“then don’t,” you giggled, pulling the bag out from behind your back, handing it to him, “happy birthday.”
he smiled, taking the bag from your grip. he took his time opening it, not wanting it to see like he was rushing. he pushed aside the tissue paper and reached a little box at the bottom of the bag. he placed the bag on the bed, opening the small jewelry box. 
“it’s like yours,” he smiled, fishing out the ring. your initials engraved on the top of the band, just like the ‘th’ one that sat on your ring finger. 
“yeah,” you smiled, “i figured we could match. our own little version of promise rings or something, i dunno,” he nodded along with you, meeting your eyes, “oh, uh, check the inside.”
he read the engraving in the gold metal on the inside of the ring, “‘to my london boy’,” he let out a chuckle, “always a taylor swift reference, huh?”
you laughed, smiling up at him, “always.”
he shook his head, pulling you closer to him by your hips again, “thank you. i love it.”
“you’re welcome.”
“can you two stop mackin on each other and get down here?! we’re starving!” sam called up the steps. you both rolled your eyes, tom leaning down to meet your lips in another kiss. 
“i’m tempted to take even longer so they have to wait.”
you smirked, “i mean, it is your birthday after all.” 
he nodded, “you’re right.”
and with that, your feet were lifted off the carpet of your bedroom. you laughed loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you back to the bed, calling back to his brother over his shoulder. 
“sorry, mate! you’re gonna have to wait a little longer!”
“oh, come on!”
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💌 beings my tagged list has gotten so long that tumblr literally won't let me add it, the tagged list is temporarily closed until i can figure it out. in the meantime, be sure to follow and turn on notifications for @toms-gf to be notified whenever i post imagines :)
xoxo, jordan
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ironmoody · 10 months
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I'm now the same age Tom used to be when I started following him. These 7 years passed by in the blink of an eye. Time truly is a funny thing.
Thank you for helping me to grow up, Tommy. Thank you for being a dream, for being something I could look up to.
Thank you for giving me hope.
Happy birthday :)
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shawnxstyles · 10 months
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happy birthday to this human right here. your movies and interviews have always been a comfort for me and i watch them all the time. i loved watching you grow for the past year and seeing how much you’ve accomplished. i hope you have the best birthday (doing press) and you feel as special as you are. love you tom 🫶
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could they get any cuter?
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tomdayabughead · 2 years
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Adorable 🥺🥺 happy birthday Tom !
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ilovetomdaya · 28 days
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This is one of my favorite photos of them.🥺 It's so cute.🥺 Today's my 24th birthday!!!!! I can't believe that I'm 24 already. So excited for today and I can't wait to see Dune part two tomorrow!!!
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spidermaninlove · 7 months
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itsmyfriendisaac · 3 months
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♊ June 1st: Super Hero, Tom Holland.
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tzthrowbacks · 3 months
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june 1st
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.. and a seperate post for 2023 because that was tcr premiere day too 😚
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tomdayaland · 10 months
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Aww that's sweet, more personal than Sam's post. ^^
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tinas1469 · 5 months
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Happy birthday Noon, from your favorite Uncle
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kidney9-9 · 1 year
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Birthday Girl - Tom Holland
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @evermoreparker I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I hope you enjoy this oneshot featuring Tom :) in bold, it is Portuguese, in italics, it's Portuguese but written in English to be read. thank you!!!
Tom Holland x Reader [Established Relationship/Fluff] Warnings: cursing, stupid gifts, lil make out session Word Count: 3.1k
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Tom was thrilled about your upcoming birthday. He bought you so many gifts that he was sure that you’d like, since you did ask for them before – even though he knew they were a bit unreasonable. Tonight, you two were going to your parents’ home for a birthday dinner. Tomorrow was your actual birthday, and you two were going to hang out for the day driving around.
Back to the gifts he got you – he went through hell trying to bring them over to Brazil in the airport. He ended up shipping it instead and spending a small fortune to do it.
And the gifts were… questionable. But you said you really wanted these things, so Tom bought them.
He remembered each item like it was yesterday.
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You two were at the dermatologist to pick up one of his friends from his appointment to go to lunch. You were sitting in the lobby and had been looking through the advertisements in one of the medical magazines, pointing out the silly things.
“Woah, Tom look at this thing. It’s a foil hat and it makes sure there’s enough cool air around your head. I love it so much, imagine if we wore this together and watched Alien movies at the theaters. I think we might be kicked out for that, or maybe laughed at, but this is an important medical thing apparently.” You giggled, passing the magazine to him.
He snorted at it, “I used to think aliens read our minds IF we put on an aluminum hat.”
“Oh baby, you’re adorable.” You laughed hard at him, “How old were you?”
“Thirteen… I know, I was dumb.” He responded with an embarrassed blush on his face. You shook your head, not believing it but continued to laugh and pat his arm.
“No way, you’re actually pretty smart. Because you know how much I would love to wear aluminum hats for my upcoming birthday.” You snickered and Tom’s head snapped up to yours, suddenly concentrating to remember that.
He was 100% sure that you truly wanted a foil hat for your birthday.
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The next time was at a fair. You two were waiting in line for a ride and there was a food stall right next to you. You pointed out something on one of the shelves and Tom looked at it, interested in where it was going.
“Tom, please, we got to get this huge jar of mustard-cotton candy flavored pickles. PLEASE, WE NEED THIS.” You almost shouted at the end, laughing hysterically.
Tom nodded, “Oh, yeah, if you really want it.”
“Not right now, but some time in my life, I need to try that.” You continued to talk about it.
Tom saw that as another thing that you really wanted for your birthday. He bought four jars of the very kind you pointed at.
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The last thing, he was still unsure of why in the world you would want this. You had been laughing while texting one of your friends about toilet paper and a specific British brand that you two never used. He bought it after you talked about it the fourth time after he heard you say something about your birthday.
“So, you really want this toilet paper?” He asked once while you were joking about it on the phone with your friend. He heard on the other line, “Yes!” And it caused you to laugh even more and agree, saying, “Yes, we need this toilet paper.”
He bought it!
He had no clue why you would want this for your birthday specifically, but he bought it for you. He hoped you’d like the gifts. He bought you a few more practical gifts, like some jewelry and makeup, and some clothing that you’d love.
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He made sure all the gifts were wrapped prettily and ready for your birthday. He hid them under the bed in the hotel room and was now getting ready with you to go to your parents’ place. He was planning on giving you the gifts after dinner tonight, when you two get back from your parents’ home.
You were wearing a beautiful deep blue dress, after telling him not to worry about dressing casually. He ended up dressed in a suit, thinking it would match your outfit and impress your parents. You said that you were only wearing the dress because it was from your parents, but Tom thought he had to do his best to impress them.
It did impress your parents that he owned at least one suit, but it was not impressive that he wore it to their home. They were only wearing some jeans and a casual shirt, which made Tom feel like an absolute jerk.
When they opened the door, Tom greeted them with what he memorized in the notes you gave him earlier to speak Portuguese.
He tried his best to recall what the notes said:
Hello, how are you doing? You have a beautiful home. It is great to meet you in person. I just have to say that your daughter is incredible, and I love her very much. Thank you for raising such a lovely lady. Bendito seja o Petróleo do qual extraíram o diesel que abasteceu o caminhão que levou o concreto para construir o hospital onde sua filha nasceu.
Another note card said:
Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home. I love this food, it is delicious. Ouviram do Ipiranga as margens plácidas, De um povo heróico o brado retumbante, E o sol da Liberdade, em raios fúlgidos, Brilhou no céu da Pátria naquele momento, que sua filha nasceu.
And more:
You are very kind. I am so happy to see you in person. I would very much like to welcome you into our home in England as well. You are free to come visit us whenever you’d like. Se o penhor dessa igualdade, Conseguimos conquistar com braço forte, Em teu seio, ó Liberdade, A própria morte desafia nosso peito para ver se sou digno de sua filha.
There was a lot more and he did his best to remember and recall it now.
“Blessed be the Oil from which they extracted the diesel that fueled the truck that carried the concrete to build the hospital where their daughter was born.” He introduced himself, and asked how they were doing, which was the first note he memorized. He didn’t know how he sounded in Portuguese but based off your parents’ wide smiles and wide eyes, he thought they were impressed.
They looked at you with amusement and a bit of shock. “Did you really get your fiancé to say this? Does he know what he’s saying?” They asked you in Portuguese to which you quickly shook your head while covering your mouth to hide your laugh.
“No, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He thinks he’s saying something nice about the home and how it’s good to meet you in person.” You responded with a small snort, which you quickly coughed over when Tom looked over at you.
“Oh goodness, Y/n.” Your mom spoke up and shook her head, but by her smile you could tell that she thought it was really funny.
“I’m sorry I don’t know Portuguese well enough for a conversation, but I promise to try to learn some more.” Tom said in English, becoming a bit shy as he glanced over at you for help.
“Oh,  no, it’s okay! We can talk in English a little bit.” Your dad voiced out in English, a bit hesitant but his English was good to which Tom smiled, feeling relieved.
“Thank you! I wasn’t sure about how to talk in Portuguese the whole meal.” He responded, scratching his hair slightly. You pouted over at him, noticing how nervous he felt about the conversation. You stepped closer to him and pulled his hand into yours and squeezed gently.
He squeezed back instantly and gave you a sweet smile as your parents welcomed you inside the house.
“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’ll be ok!” You promised him, whispering up into his ear and he nodded slightly, and squeezed your hand again in agreement.
“Thank you,” He mumbled back with a small smile.
During the dinner, things were great. The food was definitely delicious. Your parents were serving your favorite foods and a few of your favorite treats, including brigadeiro. You had packed the food on Tom’s plate, wondering if he would like it or not.
“How is it?” You asked, nudging his side as he took a bite of the rice in one of the dishes. Tom grinned over to you with food in his mouth.
“This is amazing.” He responded with wide eyes, making you and your parents laugh softly.
“We’re glad you enjoy it. These are Y/n’s favorites.” Your dad said as he poured Tom some more water.
Tom smiled to him, “I can see why these are her favorites. Did you make them a lot when she was growing up? What was she like growing up? She never tells me any embarrassing stories.” You stared at him, shocked he brought that up while your mom snickered.
“Oh, we’ve got a lot of embarrassing stories of her.” Your mom said, nodding over to you, to which you groaned and covered your face with your hands.
“Mom, Dad, please don’t.” You begged, making everyone at the table laugh again. You shook your head at Tom for bringing it up.
“As a baby, she was such a sweet little girl. She barely cried but as a toddler… she was crazy. She climbed everything! Tried to climb up on trees like a cat, even tried to climb on a truck!” Your mom said, giggling as Tom choked on his food, trying not to laugh.
You groaned loudly, “Stop it please, now is definitely not the time for this.” Your parents continued to tease you and tell Tom a few more funny stories from your childhood, that you definitely didn’t want Tom to know about.
“And then there was the time in high school, at one of her friend’s parties,” You cut your dad off with a loud obnoxious fake cough.
“Thank you for that, I think Tom has heard enough now!” You cleared your throat, looking at each of them seriously. Your dad snorted before he took a drink of his water.
“When we’re in private, Tom, I’ll tell you more.” He said and Tom nodded eagerly, “I’d love that.”
Your mom laughed and continued, “And we’ll show you the baby pictures.”
“No!” You denied, groaning, and laughing at the same time.
During the meal, Tom thought it would be best to try to talk Portuguese again, using those notecards that you gave him.
He gave a smile to you and leaned over to tell you, “I’m going to try talking in Portuguese again!” He whispered excitedly to you. “The placid banks of the Ipiranga heard, The resounding cry of a heroic people, And the sun of Liberty, in brilliant rays, Shined in the sky of the Homeland at that moment, when your daughter was born.” He spoke up in a confident voice, thinking he was saying the second notecard he memorized in Portuguese.
The table went silent as the three of you all, except for Tom, stared at him confused and amused.
“Tom, your Portuguese is incredibly good.” Your mom giggled at first, grinning widely at him and he sighed, relieved and thankful for the compliment.
“Thank you! But yes, really, this food is amazing. Thank you again.” He responded, nodding to her.
When he did it again, the three of you finally burst out laughing at the language. Tom gazed around the room confused and a bit concerned, wondering if he said something wrong by accident. All he was trying to say was that he would love for them to visit your home in England.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, I gave you a script – it was some weird tweet and then the national anthem but with a little twist.” You apologized, confessing to what you did.
Tom gasped, “What? It wasn’t too weird, was it?” He asked, pleading as he glanced around at your parents, who avoided his gaze with another laugh.
“It was – ah, charming, personality-building. Yes.” Your dad said, shrugging at Tom, who gasped again at you this time.
“Oh god, it was so weird.” He coughed out, shaking his head.
“I’m so sorry.” He apologized, then looked at you again, “Meanie.”
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By the time you two got back to the hotel, it was pretty late and you two were a bit tired. Tom still wanted to give you the gifts though, that you asked for and those that he bought thinking of you. While you were in the bathroom, Tom pulled them out and set them on the bed.
He arranged them into a neat pile and then waited for you to come out of the bathroom. When you came out, you were only wearing a robe, ready to go to bed.
“Tom, baby? Are you going to take a shower tonight or in the morning?” You asked, yawning slightly as you walked closer to him. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug.
“Mm, I’ll take one in the morning I think, but I got you a few things for your tomorrow, birthday girl.” He spoke up and gestured to the gifts on the bed. You gasped with surprise, happy that he did this.
“What? You didn’t need to bring it on the trip with us! That’s so kind of you.” You shook your head, but a big smile was forming on your face.
“Kind enough that you want to maybe give me a kiss?” He teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully at him but leaned up and kissed his lips gently.
He wrapped an arm around you to tug you closer to him and you sighed into the kiss, causing Tom to slip his tongue up into your mouth and gently caress yours. You moaned at the feeling, kissing him back more eagerly than before, putting a hand on his face.
“Wait, wait, before we get carried away, I want you to open your gifts.” Tom pulled away reluctantly, sighing a little bit in defeat.
You chuckled, “Okay, then we get back to that.”
“Deal!” He agreed quickly, making you both laugh a bit. He handed you the first gift, which was the foil hat. When you started to open it up, Tom gave you a bright smile, making you pause.
“Is this something weird?” Your question made Tom bite his lip and nod.
“You asked for it though. I thought you were being serious, so I got it and a few other – uh, questionable ones.”
“Oh shit, what? I don’t remember asking for anything.” You laughed hard, shocked. You were being honest too, and Tom could see it, making him freeze.
“Oh, no… no no no.” He groaned, pushing his hands up to his face and smacking himself.
You pulled his hands away from his face with a snort, “Come on, you didn’t do anything bad, did you?” Your question made him tilt his head a little bit.
“Well… you’ll see the gifts.” He said as you finished opening the first present.
As you pulled it out, a bizarre look was on your face, and then you glanced over at Tom, who was still suffering from self-misery.
“Is this… aluminum?” Your question made him groan.
“Oh no, you don’t remember this, do you?” He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head no, making him fall back on the bed with a laugh.
“It’s something you saw in a magazine and made a joke about… I thought that you were asking for it for your birthday!”
Your jaw dropped at what he was saying. “No fucking way. Did you buy more weird stuff I joked about?” You asked and he nodded with another moan of disappointment at himself.
“This is going to be so weird, I’m so sorry. I bought you more gifts too, because I thought you might not like these ones.” He said, sitting up as you started to open the second gift, the pickle jar.
“Aw Tom, I do like these ones, don’t worry, it’s funny and cute. Thank you.” You spoke up as you started to realize what it was. “And I love pickles! I’ve never tried this flavor before, thank you.” You told him, and he chuckled again.
“This is crazy, I’m sorry again, darling.” He shook his head at himself. Then he pointed to the last one and chuckled, “Uh, you might not want to open this one.”
“Why? It can’t be that bad.” Your words made him take a deep breath in and again, he groaned.
“It’s that bad.” He mumbled back.
You opened it almost immediately after he said that, and then you instantly started to laugh hysterically. You clutched your stomach and your face got warm from how much you were laughing.
“Is this – British toilet paper?” You almost gagged as you were laughing so hard and Tom stared at you, bemused but completely confused at your reaction. It looked like you loved it.
“Yes, unfortunately.” He said, watching your reaction.
You laughed even harder and dropped it and slid over to him, falling on top of his body to hug him. He let out a huff of air as you hugged him hard, while still laughing which caused him to start laughing too. You both giggled until you ran out of air.
“I love these gifts, thank you baby.” You mumbled up to his ear and he grinned brightly, happy that you liked those weird gifts. “And I love you.” You finished, moving your head down so you could kiss his lips.
He responded to the kiss quickly, kissing you back just as hard and passionately. You two continued to make out as his hands ran up and down your body before stopping on your ass, and squeezing it tight before pulling his head away from yours.
“I love you too, I’m happy you liked those gifts, I thought you might hate them.” He replied and you laughed a bit more.
“No, of course not. Here, help me put on this foil hat thing.”
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The two of you woke up late in the morning, but didn’t get out of bed for a while. You two lazily stared at each other and spoke slow words, memorizing each other’s morning beauty.
“Happy birthday, love.” Tom whispered, leaning down to your lips and kissing you softly. He pulled away and then kissed your forehead.
“I love you so much.” He mumbled, as he cuddled closer to you. You murmured the words back as he pulled you into another kiss.
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stellatekintsugi · 3 months
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Zendaya
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shawnxstyles · 10 months
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how is he 27…he’s just a baby
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Tom Holland's IGstories 🥰🥰
#09.01.2023
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hollandaya96 · 7 months
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Happy Birthday Z 💫
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