Request from Spidey_vsp: the reader was with him in the car while he was on his live and the he actually ended up throwing up in the car and the reader quickly grabs his phone and ends the live and helps clean Tom up and get him a plastic bag and stuff and then help him at home

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"You look a little sick, babe. Are you sure you should be going to the gym?" You told your boyfriend of 8 months. "Yeah, I'll be fine. It's probably just cus I drank it too quickly." Tom assured you. You hummed and side-eyed his slightly paler face. Every so often, you would glance at Tom. It apparently irritated him because he sighed loudly and forcefully put his phone on his leg, "Oh my god, YN, I'm fine... I'm gonna do a stream on instagram." You nodded and turned back to your phone, if he wanted to be this stubborn, then so be it. You had this instinct from your young daughter who was similar to Tom in every way apart from the fact that she wasn't his. She was from a stupid high-school fling. A guy had got you drunk and convinced you that unprotected sex was better than protected. When you told him you were pregnant at his birthday cus you thought it was a great present. He'd thrown his beer glass at the wall and called you a whore and denied ever sleeping with you in front of the whole school.

Thus disappeared your popularity. You ended up hanging out with a kid called Jacob Batalon, a semi-new kid to the school. You two grew close and he helped you financially with the pregnancy because John (the baby daddy) had blocked your number and your parents had kicked you out.

When Jacob scored the big role of Ned on Spider-Man, he took you to set every day until you were ready to pop. By then, you'd made good friends with Laura, Angourie Rice and co. Zendaya and you became best friends very quickly, in fact, Zendaya was with you in the delivery suit when you ended up giving birth 1 month early. She helped you name your daughter: Hope. When Hope first laid eyes on Tom, (when she could talk) immediately started calling him "DADDY!" No one had the heart to tell her that her actual dad was a deadbeat who wanted nothing to do with her. When you and Tom finally started dating when Hope was 4 (you were 19 when she was born) and you were 23, there was no issue with her moving house. She already wanted to live with daddy.

Anyway, you had mom intuition. Half-way through Tom's live, you happened to glance over at the right moment. His face paled, ever so slightly, and you were already reaching for the Sainsbury's bag in the footwell which contained 2 magazines. You emptied out the bag and prepared to thrust it into his lap. All he did was burp slightly sickly. You gently took the phone out his hand and ended the stream. "Hey-" and then he threw up. You didn't have enough time to give him the bag, so it went all on his lap and in the footwell of the car. You yelped and scooted away. The driver opened all the windows and slightly increased the speed. You noticed him driving past the gym and you made a mental note to increase his tip. You steeled yourself and looked at Tom. His face had gone even paler and this time, you managed to hand him the bag in time.

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"Take off your trousers." You said, putting some gloves on that you found in the bottom of your bag. "What?" You rolled your eyes, "Do you wanna stay in puke covered trousers? It don't bother me." Tom sighed and began to undo his trousers. You picked them up from the floor as he heaved into the bag again and you placed them in another Sainsbury's bag which you'd emptied out. You saw his shirt had a little puke on it, but stayed quiet.

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When you'd given the driver an extra £10 as a tip and rushed Tom in, you didn't expect to find Hope and Harrison playing on the floor while Frozen played on the tv. "MUMMY!!!" Hope had picked up the British accent since she was born which was a stark contrast from your American one. Harrison took one look at Tom and steered Hope away, "Hope, where's Tess?!" Hope squealed and ran off into the garden. Harrison curled his lip at his friends puke covered trousers in a bag. You sighed, "Haz, you can either wash the clothes or sit with him in the bathroom." Harrison gently took the trousers and the top which had just been added to the pile and sped off. You ran your hand through your hair. Tom had already retreated down the hall which gave you a moment to breathe. Tom came back in his pyjamas and brought you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, "No matter how many times I deal with it, it doesn't get any better." Hope had always been a child to rarely go down with the flu, but when she did, she went down hard. In fact, Hope had only been ill in the 4 years of her existence 3 times. "I think I may have drunk the shake a bit too fast..." You huffed, "If you do it again, you're on your own."

Tom laughed, "Deal."