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147. (Actor) Tom Holland - Nominee

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➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader (y/n)
➽ word count: 1.3k
➽ summary: you have big news for your boyfriend after he wins best actor at the oscars.
➽ warnings: explicit language, pregnancy

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The auditorium was buzzing with conversations at every corner, and you could only look around you and stare. You were surrounded by so many people that you had idolized for years– and Harrison and Harry and Sam, you supposed– and it felt surreal to even be here at all. The Academy Awards were a big deal, especially to your boyfriend and his friends, and you could feel Tom shaking with excitement. You still remember when the nominees were announced: Tom had careened through the house, yelling incomprehensibly until he landed on the bed where you were still very much asleep. "The fuck do you want?" you had mumbled, and Tom had grabbed your face and kissed your head. "You're looking at Best Actor nominee," Tom had said, and you were awake and yelling with him.

You looked to Tom to see him leaning forward to talk to Harrison over Harry, and you laid a gentle hand on his knee. Your touch made him pause his conversation, and he looked to you with pure excitement in his brown eyes.

"Thank you for coming," Tom whispered. He took your hand and raised it to his lips, and he kissed your knuckles. "It means so much to me, baby."

"Did you think I would miss this?" you laughed. "The Oscars, Tommy! If nothing else, I get to hang out with Ciara!" At the mention of her name, Ciara tuned into your conversation, her earrings swaying, and she smiled widely. "But, really, babe. I'm so incredibly proud of you, in a way that words just can't express."

"Yeah, Tommy," Ciara grinned. "You've done so well."

Tom's cheeks turned red with the praise and he smiled again, and he softly kissed your cheek. "Go give Anthony and Joe a kiss," he told you. "They deserves it as much as I do."

"You're giving me permission to kiss Joe Russo?" you laughed. "Best boyfriend ever."

"Oh, please," Tom scoffed. "I know that you'd leave me in a heartbeat if Joe offered."

You kissed Tom once more and quickly stood up, and you moved past him, Harrison, and Harry and gave Anthony Russo a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Tony," you said with a smile. "Congratulations on everything. And you too, Mr. Joe Russo!"

Joe turned to you and extended his hands, and you wrapped him a big, tight hug. "Congrats, both of you," you said. "This movie means so much to a lot of people, man. You deserve all of the awards possible."

Joe pulled out of the hug and briefly kissed your cheek. "Congratulations to you, dear," Joe told you, holding your hands tightly. You were aware of the press flashing pictures of the both of you, and you knew that tomorrow's headlines would read Tom Holland's Girlfriend and Joe Russo Are Our Ultimate BFF Goals or some shit equivalent. "Tom is a hell of an actor and a gentleman. I'm happy for you both."

You smiled and whispered, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

You leaned in and cupped your hand by his ear, sure that Tom was watching you. He was surprisingly good at reading lips, and you wanted to keep the surprise. "I'm pregnant," you whispered. "And I'm going to tell Tommy tonight."

Joe laughed, and he said, "Your secret is safe with me, babe. Go back and give your man a big kiss; he needs it."

You nodded and kissed Joe once more, and you moved back to your seat. The custom Dior dress gave you a bit of a struggle, but Tom's hands caught you and helped you settle back in the seat. You quickly put your hand on the back of Tom's neck and kissed him, and Tom laughed before kissing back. "Kiss for the cameras, huh?" he asked.

"No," you said. "Just for you. You know that, if it was for the cameras, it would be a lot more than that." You took Tom's hand and held it tightly as the lights dimmed back down, signaling the return from commercial break. Tom's foot was shaking as it usually did when he was nervous, and you laid a gentle hand on his thigh. It was flattering to know that even your gentlest touch helped soothe Tom, and he let out a heavy breath.

"And the nominees for Best Actor are... Tom Holland, Cherry!" There was raucous applause as clips from the movie played on screens all around the auditorium, and Tom's smile was a mile wide. The other nominees were announced, but you hardly paid attention. You knew Tom was going to win. You just knew it.

"And the winner is... Tom Holland, Cherry!"

Harrison and Harry were yelling like typical boys and slapping Tom on the back as he edged out of the aisle to accept his award, and Ciara grabbed your hand in excitement. "I told him!" she exclaimed. "I told him that he'd win, and he didn't believe me!"

Tom glowed underneath the stage lights, and you smiled as you watched him fiddle with his pockets. Dom and Nikki had twisted his arm last minute and convinced him to write an acceptance speech, and you could tell that he was thankful for it. "Oh, wowie," Tom said, and you laughed at your goofy man. "This is amazing. Umm, big thanks to the Russo brothers for directing this movie and helping me perfect this performance. It's such an important story to tell and I only hope that I did a good job. I guess I did. Hell... Thanks to Ciara Bravo, the best co-star anyone could ask for, and my brothers and parents for standing behind me the whole way, and-and, who else? Oh, God, they're flashing the light at me– Y/N! Thank you, baby, I love you so much, thank you for tolerating me whining about the heat and my itchy haircut and-and everything, I love you to pieces."

Tom hugged you so tightly that he lifted you off the ground, and you saw tears in his eyes. "Are you crying, Best Actor?" you giggled, wiping his tears from his cheeks.

"Marry me," Tom said quickly.

"What?" you asked, even though you had heard every word he said. "Marry you? Tommy, really?"

"Fuck, I never wanna live another day without you," Tom said, his hands tight on your waist. "Wait, the ring... Shit! Dad has the ring! Harry, doesn't Dad have–"

"Tommy," you said quickly, putting your hand on Tom's face and directing his erratic attention back to you. "You're gonna be a dad."

Tom blinked. He didn't seem like he fully grasped what you had said. "I..." He said finally and swallowed heavily. "I am? Me?"

"Yes," you laughed, your heart racing a mile a minute. "You, baby."

"You-You're–" Tom stuttered, and he raked his fingers through his gelled hair. "I am!"

"Yes," you nodded quickly.

"You're what, mate?" Harrison asked, leaning over to speak to Tom, and Tom let out a gleeful, almost maniacal, laugh. "Y/N–" Tom began and laughed again.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to say the words for a moment, you turned to Harrison. "I told him that I'm pregnant," you said, earning you another laugh from Tom. "And I think I broke him, to be honest."

"Joe! Anthony!" Tom called. "I'm gonna– We're having a baby! Ciara–"

"I heard," Ciara said, hugging you around your waist. "Congratulations. And what's this I hear about an engagement?"

Tom turned back to you, as if remembering that you were the biggest factor in the baby and engagement equations, and he clutched your face and kissed you. It was a deep and long kiss, one that attracted cameras, and you giggled. "Thank you," Tom whispered. "Thank you, Y/N, thank you."

"Well, it's sort of your fault," you chuckled and pecked Tom's lips again. "Oh, really?" Tom said with a smarmy smile. "You told me that you were on the pill."

"I am!" you said. "I mean, I was."

"Whatever," Tom laughed. "One way or another, we're having a baby. Doesn't matter who's fault it is."

"Tom!" A reporter called. "How do you feel about winning Best Actor?"

"It's amazing," Tom replied, still gazing at you. "But not the best news I've heard all night."

"Well, you seem happy about something," the reporter said. "Care to share?"

"Yes, I actually do care," Tom said, and he clutched your hand. "I won't be sharing this for a while."