However Much You Love Me, I Will Always Love You More

Caught in the Act (Tom Holland)

Summary: After a long and exhausting day, Y/n can't wait for Tom to come home. Tom tells her about his day, including how he found a story about himself. What he doesn't know, is that Y/n had written that herself, long before she began dating Tom. What will happen when he finds out she is the author of the Tom Holland x Reader book?

⚠️Warning⚠️: Language

Word Count: 1,235 (Not including the Author's Note)

(Y/F/N stands for Your Full Name)

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I sighed as I tore out yet another page from my notebook, unsatisfied with the work on it. Although being an Author was amazing, some cons came with it. For example, Writer's Block. Oh, the joy of not being able to think of a decent plot line or even just a character's name.

Massaging my head, I made my way to the kitchen to grab some Ibuprofen and a glass of water to help ease the growing pain in my head.  So far, this day was not going well.  This morning, I had spilled tea all over myself, resulting in me needing to take a shower.  Once I was in the shower, I noticed I had run out of body wash, and that there were no clean towels left.  I couldn't wait for my boyfriend, Tom, to come home.  I headed back into my office and sat at my desk, racking my brain for any ideas.  Eventually, I managed to think of a decent plot line and characters, and I was on a roll.

Time flies by when you're doing something you enjoy. I had been sitting at my desk for approximately Six and a half hours working on my new story. Soon, I decided to stop and take a break. I still had to make dinner for me and Tom, who was currently at his photo-shoot. Before beginning, I glanced at my phone and noticed a text from Tom.

Tommy🥰:

Would you like me to order some pizza? I can pick it up on my way back.

Me:

Yes, please! Love you!

Tommy🥰:

Love you too Darling❤️

This gave me time to continue working on my story. Cracking my knuckles, I took all my loose pieces and began winding them together to form my book.

*3 hours later*

"I'm home! Where would you like me to put the pizza Love?" Tom shouted as he closed the door behind him.

I hastily made my way to where Tom was. Taking the pizza and breadsticks from his hands, I set them on the counter before engulfing him in a hug, breathing in his scent. "I missed you," I mumbled, holding him tighter.

Tom simply laughed and hugged me back. "How 'bout I change into something a bit more comfortable, and then we can snuggle and eat pizza with a movie. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good," I said, refusing to let him go.

"Long day, Love?" Tom chuckled as he picked me up and gently set me on the couch, "I'll be right back Darling." He kissed me on my forehead before heading into our room to change.

"Hey, Y/n?" I heard Tom call from our room. I sat up and made my way to him.

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen my-" Tom glanced down to see me wearing his favorite t-shirt. "Oh. Never mind."

I flopped down on the bed and covered my eyes to give Tom some privacy. "How was your day?" I asked him, curious to see how the photo shoot went.

"It went well. On my break, I thought it'd be interesting to read a Tom Holland x Reader book, to see what people write about me." Tom laughed before continuing. "I have to say, there was this one Imagines book by (Your Account Name) that I enjoyed."

My eyes widened at what he said. It was just my luck that he would come across my old profile and stories. "Well," I cleared my throat. "Nice."

"You can look now," Tom said, as he threw his dirty clothes in a hamper. "It's pizza time!" he shouted, as he threw me over his shoulders, and raced to the kitchen. But I couldn't get my mind off the thought of what Tom had said earlier.

What would happen if he found out I wrote that?

*Time Skip to the Next Day*

"Love, wake up!"

I groaned as Tom jumped on top of me. "What time is it?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"7:00. Why?" Tom answered.

"Only 7:00?!?!? Thomas, why'd you wake me up damn early?" I moaned, tugging the sheets back over my head.

"Because Y/F/N, I wanted to read some of those Tom Holland stories with you!" Tom yanked the covers off of me and picked me up, walking out into the kitchen. "Here. I made you some waffles and a milkshake, so hurry up and eat so we can start!"

"Tom, it seems like you have an unhealthy obsession with this Tom Holland thing. Besides, we have better things to do today!" I argued.

Tom sighed, before plopping down in the seat next to me. "Okay. I guess so." He sighed again and looked down.

I rolled my eyes and began scarfing my food down. Halfway through, I heard Tom begin to sniffle. "Oh come on, big baby. It's not something you need to cry over."

"But I want to read them with you! They're so good! You'll like the Author! It seems like you two have a lot in common!"

I sucked in a breath, praying that Tom wouldn't put two and two together. I glanced over at Tom, to see him giving me puppy dog eyes.

"No Tom. That's not going to work on me." I rinsed my plate off and put it in the dishwasher.

"Fine." He stated. "But I'm taking this though." He slid my milkshake over and began sipping out of it.

"Tom!!!!! That's mine!" I tried taking it back, but he refused to hand it over.

"Relax Princess. If you read the stories with me, I'll make you a new one. An extra large one. Deal?" Tom tried to compromise.

"You know I can make myself one, right?" I reasoned, putting my hands on my hips.

"You could," Tom began. "but it wouldn't be as good as mine."

He did have a point. Though a terrible cook, Tom could whip up a mean milkshake. It seemed like there was no way out of this. Sighing, I reluctantly agreed.

Tom pumped his hands in the air. "Yes! I'll get started on your milkshake right away Love!"

*5 Minutes Later*

This was ridiculous. I was such a terrible writer 5 years ago, and my work didn't fail to prove it. Tom, however, rather enjoyed the stories.

"This is so good! Don't you think Darling?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "The plotline could use some work. The punctuation isn't exactly the best, and the whole layout is a disaster."

"Oh come on, Y/n. You've got to give them some grace. This isn't exactly your story."

I winced, and unfortunately, Tom noticed. "Wait, you mean-"

I snatched the laptop out of his hands and dashed away. Tom began catching up to me, and I knew I wasn't going to win this one.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms around my waist, as Tom leaned down. "Gotcha Love," he whispered, his heart pounding against his chest. He took the laptop out of my grasp and held it above his head.

Being short isn't necessarily always the best, and now was a good example. Tom was a good couple of inches taller than me, making it impossible to reach the laptop.

"Now, let's see what you've got written here." he began scrolling through the story, and at this moment, I wanted to die of embarrassment. "Huh, interesting," he said, closing the laptop to set it down. "I didn't know you were that smitten with me," Tom smirked as my cheeks began to heat up. I tried to cover my face up, but Tom simply plied my hands away from my face. "Caught in the act," he whispered, before kissing all my worries away.