celestialholland
celestialholland
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧.
「 and every season i need you to keep glowing 」
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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roses and thorns | frat!tom
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summary: you made the mistake of falling for a frat boy.
genre: college au, ‘bet on’ trope, angst to fluff
warnings: angst galore, cursing, tom’s pov used towards the end, and in para before but switches back to the readers !! flagging it just in case :’)
w/c: 1.3k
a/n: don’t make bets on relationships ya’ll !!! i’m a hoe for feedback so lmk what you think! enjoy <3
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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#how to stall 101
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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“i am no longer the winter soldier. i am james bucky barnes, and you’re part of my efforts to make amends.” 🙂👉🏼👈🏼
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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celestialholland · an hour ago
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I like pursuing new endeavors. That’s part of the reason I wanted to direct. I like to create things. I’m a Gemini. I’m always looking for something new. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHER ROBERT EVANS (June 13th 1981)
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celestialholland · 2 hours ago
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Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) dir. Jon Watts
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celestialholland · 3 hours ago
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how can you not love him?
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celestialholland · 5 hours ago
This one by @celestialholland
addie’s works are just- *chef’s kiss* and i’ve been kicking myself that i haven’t read this yet hahaha, but thank you so so much for all these recs !!!
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celestialholland · 5 hours ago
addie! could you add me to your taglist please? can’t wait to catch up on some of your writing tonight :D sending much love 🍃🍓
mila hi!! you could fill out this form, so i don’t tag you in something you don’t want to be tagged in!! sending love back <3
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celestialholland · 6 hours ago
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✰ taglist ✰
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roses and thorns | frat!tom
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summary: you made the mistake of falling for a frat boy.
genre: college au, ‘bet on’ trope, angst to fluff
warnings: angst galore, cursing, tom’s pov used towards the end, and in para before but switches back to the readers !! flagging it just in case :’)
w/c: 1.3k
a/n: don’t make bets on relationships ya’ll !!! i’m a hoe for feedback so lmk what you think! enjoy <3
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celestialholland · 6 hours ago
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roses and thorns | frat!tom
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summary: you made the mistake of falling for a frat boy.
genre: college au, ‘bet on’ trope, angst to fluff
warnings: angst galore, cursing, tom’s pov used towards the end, and in para before but switches back to the readers !! flagging it just in case :’)
w/c: 1.3k
a/n: don’t make bets on relationships ya’ll !!! i’m a hoe for feedback so lmk what you think! enjoy <3
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You woke up in bed all alone, the opposite side empty and cold under your palms, as you stretched your hand to reach for him, your boyfriend, Tom, yet he was nowhere to be found, his side of the bed desolate. A frown formed on your face but you shook it off, knowing that he was probably outside in the living room with his frat brothers.
You got up and slipped on one of Tom’s hoodies that was perched over his study desk, over your thin t-shirt. The musky scent of Tom’s cologne mixed with the fabric softener hit your nose, — one you’d gotten familiarized with since you and Tom had been dating for four months, a feeling of comfort washing over you, and a smile formed at your lips. 
Just as you were about to open the door of his room, you heard a loud rambunctious laugh.
“Bro, I can’t believe this, you got her to fall for you, you’re actually dating, Y/N,” You heard one of his brother’s laughs, and you were sure that the other laugh that accompanied was Tom’s. Confused, you pressed your ear up against the door. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but you couldn’t help yourself upon hearing your name.
“Well, anything for a hundred bucks.”
Your blood ran cold, your grip on the doorknob loosening as your chest tightened. Surely, it wasn’t what you were thinking. Right…?
“You really proved yourself when you said you never back down from a bet.” You heard the same guy speak, and a round of cheers go off, which no doubt were from the rowdy frat boys.
You felt a lump grow in your throat, as it threatened to rise and tears pricked your eyes.
No...no, it couldn’t be…
Were you a bet?
A mere game?
You quickly got rid of Tom’s hoodie as it burned your skin, taking it off and casting it aside, you felt an immense feeling of disgust flow through you. The lump in your throat made you feel suffocated, tears pricked your eyes, water starting to blur your line of vision, and just as quickly you wiped them away before they could fall.
You gathered your things and slipped on your own jumper, before quietly slipping out the door, your frame being dissolved among all the bulky boys, making it easy for you to leave. But before you left, you caught Tom’s figure in the center of them, a wide grin on his face and a hundred dollar bill clutched in his hand. But you failed to notice the uncomfortableness his figure was drenched with. Pain and regret in his eyes.
You felt a hot tear slip past your eyes and you wiped it away, leaving the frat house.
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Tom: Hey, baby, you okay? You aren’t picking up my calls.
Tom: And you left the house without saying bye :(
Tom: Darling, I’m worried, are you okay?
Tom: Just text me back 
Tom: Please
You read his texts over and over again, as another onslaught of sobs wracked your body, at the thought of him pretending like he cared. Like he hadn’t bet on you. Like everything was fine.
You turned off your phone, throwing it aside, not wanting to see his meaningless texts of ‘care.’ Taking a shaky breath, you held your head in your hands, your eyes burning from the hours of crying. You quickly grabbed a painkiller from your bedside table, downing it with some water to decrease the intensity of the splitting headache you were experiencing, as aftermath from all the tears shed. You laid down on your bed, curling up with your blanket, soft whimpers occasionally escaping your lips, as you thought about every moment you spent with Tom and how it meant nothing to him. All part of a façade, all lies. 
You felt fatigue wash over you, your eyes getting droopy, tiredness starting to spread over you, the painkillers starting to take their effect. Just as you closed your eyes, a loud knock on your door broke you out of your sleepy daze. You decided to ignore it, thinking whoever it was would go away. But they didn’t, and their knocking got only louder. With an annoyed huff, you got up, walking to your door, and opening it. 
Only to be met with Tom’s toffee brown eyes. 
“Y/N, why weren’t you-”
“Why are you here?” 
Tom looked taken aback at your tone — harsh and laced with venom. Tom took in your appearance, eyes red, swimming in pain, hair messy, and your face held a melancholic expression. 
“Baby...are you okay?” His face fell, as he invited himself in, pulling you with him. You scoffed, pulling away from him, staying as far from him as possible. 
“Am I okay?” You gave him an emotionless laugh, folding your arms, and staring down at the ground. 
“Yeah...are you? You looked like you were crying just moments ago.” Tom’s brows furrowed, his features morphing into a frown. He moved closer and you moved further back. Tom’s chest tightened at your action, and his heart panged with hurt.
“How can you pretend everything is okay?’ Your voice wavered, broken and battered from the hours of crying as your vision started to blur, but you quickly wiped your eyes, ridding yourself of any tears that threatened to fall.
“What? What’re you talking about?’ He asked once again, confusion etched upon his soft features.
“I know okay? I know…” You choked out, your own voice betraying you.
“Know about what, love?”
“The bet.” 
Tom felt his whole body freeze. Panic seeped in through his body, twisting around his heart like a thorny vine, clenching it in his hold, pricking at his heart.
“I heard you talking about the bet. You bet on our relationship, Tom...how could you?” You looked so broken. Your voice sounded like it held all the pain in the world. Tom felt outraged with himself. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and it would hurt away beyond words if you found out - which you did, and now Tom saw his worst nightmare play out right in front of him.
You never thought Tom could ever hurt you, and here you found yourself, hurt by the same person you held your heart in his palm and had no problem crushing it into a thousand pieces.
“I was falling in love with you, Tom, I fell in love,” A soft sniffle escaped you, as you felt the waterworks build up again, on the verge of bursting. Tom stood there, unmoving, a million thoughts racing his mind. You loved him?
“Y/N…” He walked towards you again, and for some reason you let him. “I was fucking silly for betting on something like that. But...I fell for you too, you know?” Your eyes shot up at his confession. Tom could just sense that you didn’t believe him, noticing the way you eyed him skeptically. “It started out as a stupid bet, but along the way...I genuinely started liking you. The way you smiled, the way you hugged, the way you kissed, it was just...everything to me.” You didn’t notice, but he had moved closer than before, his rough yet warm palms coming in contact with your tear-stained wet cheeks.
“How do I know you’re not lying? That this just isn’t another bet?” You knew he wouldn’t have trouble breaking your heart again, you wanted to believe it was all a lie, a cruel joke. 
You stared into his eyes, his waterline brimming with tears, his eyes glistening as they were at the edge of falling, and cascading down his face.
“You don’t have to believe me...but I love you. So fucking much.” He sounded so sincere like he truly meant it. His voice raw, and unwavering, as he poured every emotion. Pressing his forehead against yours, he closed his eyes, a stray tear dripping down his face. “I love you so much, Y/N.” Without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his. You both could taste the saltiness of each other’s tears, mixing with the taste of your lips, as they molded together in a disparate, much-needed kiss. You both pulled away when your lungs burned for air, his hands stayed on your cheek, as you both caught up to your breaths. 
“I-I love you too...” Tom’s heart leaped within his chest when he heard those four expected words, his heartbeat coming to a halt, “But you’re gonna have to win me back....I love you, I do,” Your eyes bore into his, “I just need time.”
He nodded furiously, placing a soft peck on your forehead, making you smile softly, “Take all the time you need,” He said, his voice honey smooth, his hands still resting on your cheeks, “I’ll wait for you.”
Well, that, Tom expected.
Him and you both knew that you needed to time recover from this and that he had to gain your trust back.
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celestialholland · 9 hours ago
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drop song recs pls (desparation)
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celestialholland · 10 hours ago
hey girl! can you please do a peter parker x stark reader with "half the time i'm too embarrassed to say anything" for blurb night? maybe they are shopping at the mall or something? thank you!
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a/n: i switched up a little, so peter and the reader are on their first date!! enjoy <3
genre: fluff, stark!reader | warnings: nervous petey, switches to peter’s pov for a paragraph towards the end!
prompt: “half the time i'm too embarrassed to say anything.”
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Peter was exceptionally quiet, and it made you worry. 
You thought maybe it was the first date nerves. You both had them, and clearly, you could tell. 
You took a deep breath up, composing yourself knowing it was just Peter – the sweet, kind, dorky, Peter who you spent late nights with working on improving his suit in your fathers lab, was the same Peter you fell for. Whereas Peter seemed to be on edge, rapidly tapping his feet under the table. Looking at anywhere but you. 
You thought that maybe he was regretting his decision of taking you out which made your heart pang with hurt, but you didn’t know how to bring it up.
For your date, you two had decided on going to a simple Thai restaurant, where he and May often went.
Peter’s food stayed untouched, as he did all but eat and the tension in the air was thick enough to be pierced with a knife.
You finally broke the silence, clearing your throat and speaking up, “Uh, so, you alright?” 
Peter seemed to snap out of his little trance, as his sweet brown eyes made contact with yours for the first time in the night, “Oh, me?” He raises his brown, taking a deep breath and plastering a tight-lipped smile, “I’m absolutely fine.”
You knew he was lying. You didn’t know what was the reason, and your chest tightened. You decided to tell him what was on your mind with a heavy heart.
“We can, uh, we can go back if you aren’t enjoying this, or don’t wanna do this anymore, it’s fine,” You muttered, ducking away from his gaze, feeling your heart crack. 
“What? No, no, I want this!” He quickly replied, his brows furrowed into a frown. You simply nod, taking a sip of your water, to swallow the lump of disappointment.
“I just…” He began and your eyes are back on the brunette boy who’s fiddling with his fingers, “I really really like you Y/N but...half the time I’m just too embarrassed to say anything, and now I’m here with you, and you look so so pretty, that I just don’t know what to say and–” Before Peter could ramble on, you quickly got up from your seat, leaning over the table and pressed a kiss on his lips, butterflies erupted in your stomach.
Peter was positive he was going to faint when he felt your lips on his. His bliss was taken away when you pulled away and sat down.
You sit back down with a shy smile, as Peter looked at you, mouth agape, “I really like you too.”
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celestialholland · 10 hours ago
To join in, I literally have like 4 posted series that only each have one chapter before I abandoned them/ am very snail like writing for them. I also have like over 50+ wips of series and one shots that are dead because I couldn’t write them either because I lost insterest in writing/the idea, or I forgot about it or that I’m too busy TRYING to write my posted series.
The struggle is real.
life of a writer in a nutshell 😭😭 the struggle is very real and at one point it’s painful to even think about the wips that i was once excited to start writing but now they lay catching dust in the docs rip
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celestialholland · 10 hours ago
this had absolutely no right to make me so soft!!! :’)
prompt #20 from the list! “bandaging/stitching up an injury” maybe with frat!tom getting into a fight or punching a guy from getting too close to the reader at a party? 🤍
sorry i’m spamming ur inbox lol ;p
PEACHY
pairing: frat!tom x reader | word count: 992 | warnings: mild injuries | touch prompts
a/n: liv! thank you so much for requesting this. i planned on writing requests in the order they were submitted but i really couldn't put off yours any longer. more or less by coincidence, this includes @spidey-sophie's request (17: holding the other's chin up) as well, so i hope you don't mind that i combined those! enjoy reading! x
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“What the hell, Tom? Do you want everyone to know?”
With a heavy thud, the door of the upstairs bathroom slams shut behind you. The bass of the music can still be heard through the wooden surface but it might as well be the sound of your heart thumping against your ribcage. Inside, the air smells clean. Gone is the unpleasant smell of sweaty bodies grinding against each other and spilt beer. Drawing in a calming breath through your parted lips, you turn around, finally facing him.
You never intended to get involved with a frat boy. In fact, just a year ago you would’ve laughed straight into anyone’s face who even suggested diving into a relationship with a member of the frat – that was until Tom happened.
Whatever it was that the both of you shared, it was hidden away from plain sight. Concealed behind closed doors and treasured beneath sheets.
In the beginning, it was all fun and games. The exhilarating buzz of hiding your infatuation with each other – sneaking into the frat house after curfew to spend just a few treasured hours together, exchanging texts during class when none of your friends were looking and holding back when all you wanted to do was smile at him across the hallway.
All fun and games – until it wasn’t anymore. Looking at his battered and bruised face, you now realise it only led to trouble.
A frown is holding tight over his features, his muscular chest rising and falling with rapid breaths and his grey shirt is rumpled. A few curls are sticking out from beneath his cap, the frat logo woven into its dark blue fabric now almost taunting you. But what draws in your gaze the most, is the nasty cut on his cheek and another one tearing right through his rosy and plump bottom lip.
“Sit down, I can’t look at this,” you say, not even trying to downplay the sharp timbre of your voice. After gathering your hair up into a messy but nowhere near decent bun, you turn to the cabinet, rummaging through drawers in search of a first aid kit.
“No need to fuss, I told you, I’m fucking fine.”
Frustration is clearly layering his words but they are closely followed by a defeated sigh as he slumps down onto the bathtub’s edge.
Pushing around a few toiletries, you finally spot a small bottle of disinfectant and take it out with a short but triumphant hum, before putting it next to the gauze pads you found just a couple of drawers below. After gathering it all in your hold, you close the drawer with a kick of your foot and turn back around just to be met with a sight that pulls heavy at your chest.
His head hung low, Tom is cradling the already peachy and bruised knuckles of his right hand in his left palm, shoulders slumped, gaze fixed onto the ground.
“You would be fine if you hadn’t punched him.” Your voice was now remarkably softer compared to how all of this started out, but you still couldn’t drop the bitter connotation.
Charged silence wraps itself around you as you step closer. For a moment you put the bottle of disinfectant onto the bathtub’s edge, using your free hand to remove his baseball cap, allowing you to get a proper look at his cuts. Your gentle touch is a prominent contrast to your clear irritation as your fingers find his chin, tilting it up slightly.
Once your eyes meet his honeycomb ones – the dark brown colour laced with something unrecognisable – his legs subconsciously part, allowing you to step closer in order to fittingly tend to his wounds.
“This is gonna hurt,” you warn softly, waiting for his nod of confirmation before continuing. Your hand is still cradling his chin as you use the other to dab the gauze pad over the peachy skin around the bruise that now finally stopped bleeding. His eyes flutter shut and a hiss flies past his lips, but he doesn’t flinch away from your touch.
You feel his eyes on you as you work around his face in silence and although you’re still mad, you can’t help but calmly smooth the pad of your thumb over his skin whenever the stinging sensation makes him draw in a sharp breath.
The tip of your tongue pushes past your parted lips in concentration as you dab along the curve of his lip with the last bit of sterile gauze. You turn around to pick up a new pad but his fingers curl around your wrist, effectively stilling your movements.
“I do,” he says, filling the silence, his voice soft and unsure, barely audible. Eyebrows drawn together in confusion, you look down at him.
“I do,” he repeats, voice now layered with more tenacity. “I want everyone to know.”
He stands up, completely ignoring your protests, but you fall silent when his uninjured hand comes up to twist a strand of your hair around his finger and his eyes connect with yours once more, fueling the churning attraction in your belly.
“I want everyone to know that this is about more than just a stupid brawl between frat bros.” He takes a step forward.
“I want everyone to know that when you return to the dorms past curfew, it’s because we couldn’t stop watching love island episodes on my laptop.” Another step.
“I want everyone to know that the hickeys you get asked about by your friends are the marks I put onto your skin.”
„I want everyone to know about you and me.“
He’s been slowly backing you up against the door, hands now braced on either side of your head as your heart picks up speed with every single one of his passing words. Tom pauses, drawing in a deep breath before speaking up again, the timbre of his voice now remarkably soft and airy.
“I want everyone to know that I am in love with you, y/n.”
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okay so, here’s that :D getting back into writing really is an unmatchable feeling and i had so much fun writing this. i’m slowly finding my way back into the flow but yeah, let me know if you liked it! tips are always welcome! sending lots of hugs x
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celestialholland · 11 hours ago
I'm impressed with my ability to write a series and all that jazz but im also impressed with my ability to stop my tom holland series before the story even progressed
it’s your series, queen, do as you want :’) as long as your satisfied with yourself 😌
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celestialholland · 11 hours ago
A series aint easy, i'll give u that dksvsjsbs but like yeah omg im writing chapter 18 of my peter parker series and it's the origin of how the reader got her powers and i— ssmsmkss
😭😭 i have no idea how people continue to write a series, like, i abandon a wip every day and here ya’ll are
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celestialholland · 11 hours ago
sorry that i keep bothering u with stories about this boy but i have no one else to tell lol. the thing that really gets me is that hes on a trip with his friends but he still wants to talk to me and he also told me that he was sleepy but he wanted to keep talking to me. deadass this is all i want from a boy plz
you’re not bothering me at all!! you’re all good :’) and this guy??? he sounds like a dream?? it’s what you deserve 😌
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