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highontomholland · 3 years

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I'd do it all again. (ch.1)

I'd do it all again. Chapter 1 Summary: Tom Holland one of the many frat boys out there, and you are his little secret. He has a “reputation” to keep up and you apparently don’t look too good next to his side, so he keeps you in the back of his pocket. Type: Angsttttt Inspired by: Reading a bunchhhhhh of frat boy!tom one shots... oops haha Pairing: Frat boy!Tom x Fem!Reader Some mentions that the reader does: -Put on makeup -Does hair -Wearing tight/showy clothes -Drinking -Partying Word count: 2.2k “Y/N you have to come to Harrison’s party with me tonight!” My roommate Paisley literally yelled in my face as I was trying to take a nap. “P, I have no interest in going to some-” She cut me off right before I could finish. “Your little fuck buddy Tom Holland is gonna be thereeee… Plus we’re on break.” She said in a little sing-song tune. Fuck she knows me so well I thought.

Tom Holland and I weren’t exclusive, nor were we in an “official” relationship. It was kind of a lowkey thing. We’re just taking our time. Well maybe he’s taking his time, I honestly don’t know… It’s complicated. But only Paisley knew about Tom and I. She smirked at me which made me laugh. “You promise you won’t leave my side like last time.” I looked at her and gave her a little death stare. “I promise! I promise! I promise!” She hugged me tightly and pulled me out of bed to go and help me do my hair and makeup. As Paisley and I were putting on our makeup, she couldn’t help but ask some questions about my “relationship” with Tom. “Does he spoil you with a lot of gifts?” “Is the sex good?” “How did you pull Tom Holland? You know Y/N/N we’ve been roommates since freshman year and I still don’t even know half of your life.” P was right… How did I pull Tom Holland? I wasn’t even like any of his ex girlfriends… Tom did tell me about them though, and they’re all the same. They all made a name for themselves, like to drink and party, social media’s definition of “gorgeous”, daddy’s money, and most importantly they pulled Tom Holland. Just like me. So how the hell did I pull someone like him when I’m nothing like his exs. “Y/N?” Paisley snapped me out of my thoughts. “Sorry P, I was just thinking… Um can you do that little bubble braid you did on me not too long ago?” I looked at her with puppy eyes. “Yes! Can I curl the ends of your hair too?” She asked. “Do whatever you want, just make me look good.” I said, I trusted P for almost my whole life. She’s crazy good at everything: dressing up, doing hair, making drinks… etc. Thirty minutes P and I were done with both of our hair and makeup. “The theme’s twinning Tuesday, is it okay if we wear hot pink?” P said while looking through her closet. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down for anything… Wait, how did you find out about this party, and the invite? Why didn’t Tom invite me?” I asked Paisley as she was going through both of our closest for a cute and similar outfit. “I don’t know, ask him when you get to the party. Here put this on.” She threw me a hot pink cropped tank and skirt that was a matching set. I quickly went into the restroom and changed into the outfit and asked Paisley if she was ready to see the outfit. And we both couldn’t help but laugh and scream together. P was wearing a hot pink bralette with shorts, she then went over to her dresser, put on a pair of pink sunglasses, and gave me a pair of pink sunglasses identical to hers… to top it off. “Are you ready to get fucked up tonight?” She nudged me as she quickly slipped on her shoes and grabbed our room key. “Unless I have to babysit you.” I said as I slipped on my shoes as well, we both laughed and walked to the party. When we got there you could hear the music blasting, red solo cups in people’s hands, everyone matching, and bottles everywhere. “Paisley! You came, I thought you wouldn’t come!” I was guessing it was Harrison? He went up and hugged her, talking/ yelling over the music... plus this was his party. “Harrison! This is Y/N, this is Tom’s girl!” Paisley yelled over the music. “No way Y/F/N Y/L/N, you’re Tom’s little fuck buddy?” Harrison looked at me up and down. I knew Harrison from History class, we worked together but I didn’t know Tom and him knew each other. “Um I guess, has he mentioned me before?” I questioned. “No, never. He’s just told all of us he’s been seeing someone.” Harrison told me. I was confused as hell. Tom has told me that his friends knew about me. That he told them about us. What the fuck… Harisson must’ve saw the disapointment on my face because he then told me to “Fuck Tom” and “Go have fun” and showed us the direction of where the drinks were. “Y/N/N, are you okay? I know you said you and Tom weren’t anything official, but I know how much you like him… And you know what literally fuck Tom, what Harrison said! Also how did you know Harrison, why don’t you tell me anything.” Paisley was rambling while I couldn’t wrap around the fact that I’ve

been with Tom for three months and he has never told his friends about us. “Take a shot with me.” I interrupted her. “That’s my girl!” Paisley poured her and I a shot of whatever there was and we cheered to have a good night. Paisley and I were talking about something random when these two guys from the frat who were hosting the party came up to P and I and asked us if we wanted to dance, of course we did. The guy Paisley was dancing with was Brandon Hiker, football team member of this fraternity, and one of the top students in our class. On the other hand I didn’t know who the hell I was dancing with. He was tall, taller than me, hazel eyes, brown hair, muscular, and he was matching with Brandon Hiker. “I’m sorry your name is?” I asked him over the loud music as we were dancing. “Daniel Case! And you?” He laughed over the fact that we were yelling over the music which made me laugh. “Y/N L/N! I’ve never seen you before!” I said. “Do you go out to the football games?!” He asked me. “Yeah of course, that’s how I know your buddy Brandon!” “I’m number #5, on the team!” He replied. How was I supposed to know who this guy was on the football team. There are so many numbers and he just adds- Then I was snapped out of my thoughts. #5 was the QB of the football team, also team captain, and also a year older than me, P, and Brandon. We were Juniors in college. “Ohhhh, I am so sorry! I didn’t recognize you at first!” I laughed. “It’s fine, do you and your friend want to go play some beer pong? Losers take a hardcore shot of winners choice.” He smirked at me as if I was going to say no to his offer. “It’s on.” I tapped P and Brandon on their shoulders and mentioned to come outside so we could play some beer pong, and told them the deal I made with Daniel. As we were walking to one of the many beer pong tables outside I noticed a familiar face playing with girls all around him. Of course Tom Holland. Him and Harrison were playing together vs these girls. I watched as he slung an arm around one of the girls beside him, watching and he tapped a finger to his cheek probably for “good luck” she did what he asked for, shot the ball, and made the cup. All the girls cheered for him and Harrison gave him a high five. He then looked in my direction where we started to set up our cups. His happy grin turned into a subtle one, tapped Harrison, and pointed in our direction. This was my time if he could go and act like I meant nothing to him, I could do the exact same thing. I saw from the corner of my eye that he started walking towards our table. “Daniel, maybe we should team up Paisley and your friend look too busy chatting it up.” I told him. “So you want to be on the winning team, huh?” He questioned me. “What no I just think that-” “Fine, you can be on MY team, but reminder… I never told you I was good.” He said and laughed, I couldn’t help but laugh at how contagious his smile and laugh was. Kind of reminded me of Tom. Finally Tom approached our table and said hi to everyone. P caught my eye from across the pop up table and made a throwing up expression which made me laugh. “Y/N it’s nice to see you.” Tom said and smiled. “Thanks, care to watch our game?” I asked him, a little snarky. “Sure why not.” He had a beer in his hand, hair slicked but still poofy enough, Our game lasted a good five minutes until Paisley and Brandon had one cup and Daniel and I had one cup. At this point there was a crowd around us wanting to see who the losers would be. It was Paisley’s turn; she gave the ball a quick kiss, flicked it, and it went. Everyone screamed and cheered for them. Daniel and I looked at each other scared but also confidently. “Daniel.” I said to get his attention, and I knew everyone was looking at us so I put a finger to my cheek and tapped it. “Good luck kiss?” I said and smirked a little. Daniel cupped my face with one of his hands and gave me a kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and screamed, I felt my jaw drop but I played it cool. I also knew Tom saw that shit. He then whispered in my ear “Don’t miss

this Y’N.” As I flicked the ball, it hit the edge of the cup and fell off, and hit the ground. Everyone awed and was looking at Daniel to see if he’ll make his. He flicked his ball and it hit the rim of the cup, and also fell off. Everyone awed for Daniel and I but also cheered for Paisley and Brandon. I was clapping for them and I could see Tom’s mood change. People slowly started leaving, but there was still a crowd around us, waiting to see Daniel and I take the shot. While P and Brandon went to go get some shot glasses and their liquor of choice. I turned to Daniel and whispered a quick “I’m sorry.” and gave him a pouty face. He pulled me into a hug and said “It’s okay.” And we both laughed. Paisley and Brandon came back with the liquor, shot glasses, and chaser for Daniel and I. They poured the shot for Daniel and I and before we were about to take it Daniel stopped me and said “Interlock our arm and take it.” I shook my head yes, interlocked our arm and took the shot. Everyone was cheering for us as Daniel and I shook our heads from the disgusting, fiery taste of the alcohol. Hours later I’ve probably taken around five shots, I was starting to feel tipsy. I was dancing around Daniel and our friends. Paisley never left my side like she promised. I told Daniel I was going to go get a water bottle so I won’t have a bad hangover tomorrow and that I'll be right back. As I was reaching into the bucket cooler I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Tom. “What do you want, Tom?” I sassed at him. “Y/N, can we talk please? In a quiet place?” He asked. “Why?” I questioned him. “Do you really want to be seen with me at the moment! Cause you might be too embarrassed to want to tell people that we were seeing each other! Oh yeah and lets not forget the fact that you literally had someone kiss your cheek, when you damn well know what we are! I don’t even know what the fuck we are Thomas!” I was yelling at this point. Thank goodness we were in the corner of the kitchen, so it didn’t draw a lot of attention. “Y/N Daniel kissed you on the lips! Why are you upset over the fact that some girl kissed me?!” He asked me, trying not to yell but he had too because of the loud ass music. “You think I asked him to kiss me on the lips?! I asked for a kiss on the cheek! He kissed me on the lips, those are two different things!” I told him. “You could’ve told him that you were seeing someone!” “And then what, he asks me ‘who’ then I tell him what? Because Obviously you are too embarrassed to be seen with me or even tell your friends about me. Yeah Harisson told me that you’ve never told your little frat friends about me. That’s fucked up.” My voice got quieter at the end, and those shots were kicking in. “Y/N please don’t take this the wrong way. I never wanted to hurt you.” Tom said while trying to hug me. “Well too fucking bad Thomas, you already did. I should’ve fucking known the minuete you didn’t want to ask me to be your girlfriend and make it ‘official’.” I said as my eyes were getting teary eyed. I grabbed the water and quickly left Tom and went back to Daniel. Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't been posting a lot :( I've been so packed and writing one-shots haven't been one of my top priorities. I hope you all can understand. I'm currently writing this fan fiction for you guys. It won't be long, maybe a few chapters and if I'm honest... I was not expecting this to be 2.2k words long... If I didn't decide last minute to make this one-shot into multiple chapters then it would've been wayyyy more. I hope you all enjoy this little mini series as much as I loved creating it! -HighonTomHolland.

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cloud 9.

Cloud 9.

Summary: Falling in love, naps, and relationship things.

Type: Fluff overload lmao, here is your warning.

Inspired by: The song cloud 9 by beach bunny (Listen to the song while reading this blub for the full experience).

Paring: Peter Parker x gn reader.

Word count: 0.8k

Song lyrics are in red :)

I’ve fallen completely in love with Peter Parker...

“But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating.”

He ran up to me after 4th period and caught me by my locker.

“Hey Y/N!” He slightly ran up to me. “What’s the rush Pete we’re on lunch.” Which made him and I both laugh.

“I put something in your locker and I wanted to see your reaction.” He shyly said while looking down at his feet with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Oh wow aren’t you cute.” I laughed and opened my locker.

I peeked inside and on top of my books were my favorite flowers from the small florist shop around the corner.

“Peter Parker did you really go out of your way to get me these?” I looked at him in ‘awe’ but also wanted to hit him since I know he has a tight schedule.

“Just a little reminder to tell you that I love you.”

“I love you too.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips, closed my locker, and walked hand in hand with Peter.

“When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody.”

We had just gotten to Peter’s apartment after a long day of school. Bouquet of flowers in my left hand, Peter’s hand in my right. I set down my books and bags onto the floor near the couch and went to go grab a sweet drink from Peter’s fridge and headed over to his bedroom. I noticed Peter was laying down on his bed exhausted from school, and probably later has spidey duties. I put my drink down on his desk and went to go lay with him.

“Take a nap with me?” He questioned and wrapped his hands around my body.

“Why not.” I put my legs around Peter's leg and nuzzled my head into his chest.

It fell silent for a few minutes until Peter spoke up.

“You’re so pretty Y/N/N.”

And in that moment I felt so whole, it felt like nothing in the world mattered besides us.

“Even when we fade eventually, I'm nothing.”

Since I was so caught up in feeling that only we mattered in this world, I couldn’t help but question “What if we no longer get this feeling.” This feeling of being the only people that matter, what if we don’t get this again. I’ll be nothing, I’ll be a nobody. I guess Pete could tell my thoughts were eating me up, his dang Peter tingle. Because my thoughts were also eating him up as well, he couldn’t help but focus on me.

He slightly stroked my hair and gave me kisses onto my temple while whispering sweet things to me. Reassuring to me that it doesn’t matter what happens, that he’ll always love me.

My mind started to become fuzzy as I was slowly falling into sleep in Peter’s arms.

I drifted off to sleep right after but the last words I remember hearing were

“I’d be nothing without you.”

“You will always be my favorite form of loving.”

I woke up from my nap still tangled in Peter’s arms and legs. I looked at Peter’s alarm clock and noticed the time read 4:40 pm and we fell asleep at 2. I remembered that I had to be home before 5 or else my parents would freak out. I tapped Peter on the shoulder lightly.

“Peter, I gotta go home.”

“Y/N ten more minutes shhhh…” Peter said as he rolled over.

“Peter it’s 4:45.” Peter immediately darted up.

“Well come on, let’s go.” Peter quickly put on his shoes.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Peter’s change in emotions. Peter has this thing about being on time especially when it comes to me and my parents. He’s always wanting to set a good example and show them that he’s more than just some Star wars nerd.

Peter grabbed my bags and I grabbed my books and we started walking to my apartment, which was only a 15 minute walk from his apartment to mine.

On our way there we talked about whatever, laughs and smiles were exchanged.

The tingly feeling of butterflies in my stomach never leaving.

Realizing that he will always be my favorite form of loving.

We arrived at my apartment complex and Peter handed over my bags to me.

“Tomorrow 6:50 am?” He gave me a hug.

“As always.” I hugged him back and pulled and gave him a quick smile.

“I love you.” I pulled him in and gave him a quick peck.

“I love you too, um is it okay if I stop by your room later?” He laughed a little bit which made me laugh.

“You know you always can.” I said which made his smile grow bigger.

“I know how much you like your sleep so I’ll be quick.”

“You said that last time and we chatted on the rooftop for 3 hours.” I looked at him seriously trying to hide in my smile.

“I never promised anything.” He quickly gave me a kiss on the cheek and he left giving me a small wave, and I waved back.

“I am so in love with him.” I thought and walked into my apartment complex.

The flufffff stop. When will I find myself a Peter Parker... I'm just waiting lol. I wrote this in an hour, I hop you guys like it!

-HighonTomHolland.

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highontomholland · 3 years

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highontomholland's masterlist 👼🏻✨🤍

updated 03/7/21

tom holland:

imagines

makeup (tom x fem reader)

it's not the same anymore (tom x gn reader)

blurbs

in the works...

head canons

in the works...

sam holland imagines:

imagines

cereal (sam x gn reader)

blurbs

in the works...

head canons

in the works...

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highontomholland · 3 years

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Hey its my first time in ur blog! Im sorry but where can u find the masterlist? :D

Hi! You’re too sweet, I don’t have a masterlist currently! :) I'm trying to find out how to make one and then I’ll get it all together asap! <3

Update: I just made one! It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be lol

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highontomholland · 3 years

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makeup.

Makeup.

Summary: Falling asleep, taking off makeup, and confusion.

Type: Fluff.

Inspired by: Me taking off my makeup at 2 in the morning.

Paring: Tom Holland X fem reader who wears makeup & drinks (nothing too heavily though, just partying).

Word count: 0.9k

It was currently 2 am, Tom and I had just gotten back from this club in Atlanta with his Cherry cast. We’ve been out since like I don’t know… 11 pm. Thank goodness Tom has a press tour in the morning so he didn’t drink, but I on the other hand got a little carried away…

People were handing me shot after shot. Joe, Anthony, Harrison, Ciara, Harry… I lost count after those five. Of course Tom saw how shitfaced I was and like the good boyfriend he was he watched over me, making sure he was there for me at any moment.

I quickly fell onto the couch and laid down all dramatically while Tom closed the door.

“Tommmmm…” I said like a big baby.

“Yes darling.” He replied back while sitting at the end of my feet.

“Can you take off my makeup?” I asked him and pointed my finger to the direction of our bedroom.

“I can’t um fall asleep with my um face on.” Tom laughed at me as I was running over my words lazily.

“Yes, I’ll be right back.” He said as he got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Ouchhhhh…”

“Oh that didn’t even hurt.” He laughed at me some more.

A couple minutes later Tom came back with my micellar water and cotton pads.

Tom kneeled down on the floor as I was still lying down on the couch.

“Okay I’m going to take off your eyelashes first, not your real ones of course because then you wouldn’t have any and I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I ever took off your real-

I laughed which interrupted his little tangent.

“You’re funny.” I stated which made him laugh as well.

Taking off my makeup was nothing new to Tom, but taking off makeup on me drunk was something new.

As Tom slowly grabbed both of my eyelashes and placed them on the coffee table next to him I patted my eyes as gasped.

“What darling?” Tom questioned.

I pouted my lips.

“I have no more eyelashes.”

“No Y/N you have your real ones it’s just the fake ones are off.” Tom tried explaining to me but I wouldn’t budge.

“How dare you, you eyelash killer.”

Tom chuckled.

“This is not a laughing matter. I’m mad at you.”

“You’re not mad at me, you love me.”

“No I don’t not anymore. Call off our wedding and call my parents, tell them I’m moving back in with them.” Which made Tom laugh again, he couldn’t believe the words that were flowing out of my lips and I couldn’t believe I was saying that because some of those stuff weren’t even true.

Tom and I weren’t even engaged, we’ve talked about the future together but never marriage.

“Y/N-” Tom couldn’t even finish his sentence because he was laughing so much.

“Y/N we’re not engaged.”

I gasped again. “We’re not?!”

“Nope, must be a different guy.” Tom frowned as he was now playing along with my drunk actions.

I gasped again.

“I mistook you for my hubby. I am so sorry poor man.” I cupped Tom’s face and patted it lightly.

“Who is your ‘hubby’” Tom questioned which made my eyes widen.

“You don’t know who he is?”

Tom shook his head no.

“Well you can’t tell anyone I told you, but he’s a superhero, he's spiderman.”

Tom now gasped which made me ‘shush’ him.

“You pinky promise not to tell anyone.” I stuck out my pinky.

And Tom finished it.

“I promise.”

“Okay now you can finish taking off my makeup.” I said as I closed my eyes.

Which made Tom laugh again as my change of tone went from excited back to a sleepily monotone voice.

He started applying to micellar water onto the cotton pad and gently started rubbing the pad onto my face.

It fell quiet again, until I decided to ask Tom another question.

“Hey sir?”

“Yes darling.”

“Do you think you could make me some cup of noodles?” I questioned him as I opened my eyes.

“Yeah if you want some.” He said as he grabbed another cotton pad with micellar water on it and proceeded to gently take off my makeup.

“Thanks.” I said as I shut my eyes again.

I guess I sorta fell asleep after I shut my eyes that time because when I woke up in the middle of the night I woke up in a bed, with this man’s arms wrapped around me, and in clothes that weren’t even mine.

“Hey what are you doing!” I swatted his arms.

“Baby what’s with all the-” I quickly cut him off.

“I have a hubby.” I quickly held my head caused from a quick headache from sitting up too quickly.

“I am-” Tom sighed.

“I am your hubby look….” He pulled out his phone and showed me his wallpaper. It was a selfie of him and I smiling.

“Awe Peter you scared me.” I laid back down.

That’s when Tom woke up completely.

“Peter?” He questioned. He didn’t want to think about the worst case scenario… but he was.

“Peter Parker, yes now shush. I sleeping.” I hushed him.

Tom instantly had a sigh of relief and chuckled a little bit. He laid back down and wrapped his arms around my body again.

“I love you.” I said while yawning.

“I love you too Y/N.”

I have so many imagines I'm working on, I'm gonna publish a bunch of blurbs until I finish :)

-HighonTomHolland.

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it's not the same anymore.

It’s not the same anymore.

Summary: Post- breakup, reminiscing, and flashbacks.

Type: Angst/ sad.

Inspired by: The song ‘It’s not the same anymore’ by

Rex Orange County.

Pairing: Tom Holland X reader.

Word count: 0.9k

It’s been exactly 6 months.

& I swear he was supposed to be my forever.

(Flashback in bold & italics).

“I think you’re the one for me.” He said as he grabbed my hand interlocking our fingers as he kissed my forehead.

“Tom… Did you just quote Cherry on me?” I laughed while he had a serious look on his face, but I could tell he was holding in his laugh.

“You know it would’ve been nice if you said ‘oh Tom you’re the love of my life’” He tried to mock me as he rolled his eyes.

We were both laughing at this point.

“Oh Tom you’re the-” Right before I could finish he cut me off.

“It’s too late for that!” He yelled sasily.

“You’re so dramatic.” I hit his arm and snuggled in close to his chest.

“I get it from you.” He kissed my forehead again.

It went quiet for a few minutes, but it wasn’t an awkward quiet… It was quiet where it was comfortable. Where each other’s presence was just enough to fill the room. No one needed to say anything, it was just perfect.

“I love you Tom.” I mumbled into his chest.

“I love you too Y/N.” he replied

“Where did we go wrong?” I questioned myself.

My mind couldn’t help but say “What if…”

“What if we were still together…”

“What if he didn’t leave…”

“What if we just had a little more time…”

My thoughts were now eating me up.

“Y/N I’m leaving in two weeks I just can’t-” I cut him off.

“Drop everything.” He looked at me surprised that I finished his sentence.

“It’s the same thing every time you leave. It’s like a routine.”

“You know it’s my job.” He walked a little closer to me, but I was so upset I didn’t want to get near him, so I backed away.

“I know.” That was another excuse he always made everytime he left.

“Then why are we arguing about this if ‘you know.’ We’ve had this argument so many times, I can’t even count anymore.” He was right. We did have this argument too many times.

I wanted him to settle down, take things slower, hopefully buy a place of our own soon, start a family in a few years. We have been together for five years. Was it bad that I was thinking about ‘us.’

But he didn’t have the same intentions.

He was always on the go, always had to travel, it was either his way or no way.

‘“You’re right, and I guess we both want different things.” I said while looking down at the floor.

“Where are you going with this?” He questioned, afraid of the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

“I want to settle down, your career is just taking off. Who am I to hold you back from what you desire.”

“Y/N, are you breaking up with me right now?”

A little nod but that was enough to answer his question.

He laughed.

“Wait why is he laughing?” I thought…

“You’re so funny, thinking you could break up with me, you know that.” He engulfed me into his hug, the same pair of arms that make me feel so comfortable and so safe.

“Tom I- I’m being serious right now.”

“Really cute Y/N, you know maybe we can switch the roles. I think I could play your part better.” He giggled which made me do the same.

“Tom this is not a laughing matter, you’re leaving in two weeks and I-” I got cut off before I could finish.

“I want to spend whatever time I have left with you, look darling… We have our disagreements, yes… But i’d go through arguments everyday if it meant you’re still in my life. Besides, arguments are a good thing. That means we still care.”

His words made me melt, why is that he knows just what to say to me.

“I’ll always care about you, I’ll always love you.” I kissed his chin.

“I’ll love you, forever.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

But one day those arguments stopped.

Which meant he didn’t care anymore.

“You know you’re not the only one who has a job!” I yelled at him.

“I never said you didn’t have one, I just said it’s overwhelming having a job… And that it must be nice to not have one.”

“Yeah but you were indicating that it must be nice to be me because I don’t work constantly like you!” I screamed or what felt like I did.

“Y/N, you really want to pick a fight right now? I’m tired and stressed and I need sleep.” He walked away from me.

“He never walks away from me.” I thought.

“Don’t you walk away from me Tom, I’m talking to you!”

“Please you’re just picking fights now Y/N, I just want to go to sleep please.”

He left to go shower.

“I just care…” I whispered to myself.

We slept back to back that night, no good nights like we would usually say, and no kisses.

That was 6 months ago.

Eventually we ended it, but like I said ‘I’ll love him forever’

Which literally pains me, but we both have different lives, and if it’s meant for us to be together… We’ll find a way back to each other, somehow.

“It’s not the same anymore.” I thought.

“Maybe it’s better.”

It was a bittersweet moment, reminiscing on my relationship with Tom but like every relationship we’re put to tests… It’s like a wave crashing on you. You can choose to survive it and fight for your life but some let the wave take over them, and give up.

I was still fighting, he ended up giving up.

AN: Lmao I ripped my own heart apart while writing this. Hope yall had your tissues prepared, if not I got yall *sending virtual tissue* also please request things! I’m down to write anything, maybe not SMUT yet because I’m new to writing these things haha but like fluff, angst, etc... Send it my way, also I need to know if I set up my inbox right lol Sending lots of love though!

-HighonTomHolland.

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cereal.

Cereal

Summary: Early mornings, breakfast, and cereal.

Type: Pure fluff.

Inspired by: Me eating cereal in the morning haha.

Pairing: Sam Holland X reader.

Word count: 1.4k (I got carried away haha).

It was currently 7 A.M. and I promised Sam that I would be over at his house no later than 7:30… Thank goodness it was only a 10 minute drive from my house to his. Sam and I wanted to make breakfast for the Hollands since Tom and Harry came home last week from filming Spider-Man 3.

It was like a big reunion… Including me. They never minded me coming over and hanging out with them though. Since Sam and I have been dating for around three years, they were really comfortable around me and I was comfortable around them.

I finally arrived at Sam’s house and it was freezing cold. I quickly parked my car, texted Sam I was here, and then rushed inside the Holland’s house. I didn’t want to knock because I didn’t want to wake anyone up, so Sam just left the door unlocked for me.

Once I got inside I locked the door and saw my gorgeous boyfriend doing what he loves most.

Setting up ingredients to make today’s breakfast. I quickly walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

“Hi gorgeous.” Sam said and turned around so we were now facing each other.

“Hi Sam.” As my face started to blush a little more and not from the cold.

Sam cupped my face and right before we were about to share a quick peck he stopped and said

“May I kiss you?”

The sweetest guy I have ever met. We’ve been together for 3 years and he still asks for permission to kiss me.

“Yes, you know you don’t have to ask for permission Sam.” I giggled and pulled him in a little closer, still not touching though.

“I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay first.” Then I closed the small gap between us.

I pulled away and we both had a lil smirk smile.

“One more.” Sam stated and closed the gap between us again.

I again pulled away and laughed as if we kept asking for “one more” we wouldn’t get breakfast done before everyone was up.

“Alright Sammy what’s on the menu today?” I asked and went to go look at the stuff he has already set on the kitchen counter.

“Hand made croissants, fruit, eggs, and bacon.”

“And I’m guessing you’re going to be making all of that while I catch up on sleep?” I said while walking over to the sofa in the living room. “Hey you promised me.” Sam pouted and followed me into the living room.

“I’ll help cut fruit and bake croissants and you do the rest?” I turned the television on and connected it to my bluetooth so Sam and I could sing and dance while making food like we always do.

“Of, course.”

I went back into the kitchen and started baking the croissants While Sam was doing his own thing. I honestly thought he would get the ones where you just throw in the oven and it would bake itself, but this was Sam. He likes making everything from scratch… Why did that even cross my mind?

After following Sam’s instructions on how to make the dough from his “own recipe” we successfully got the croissants into cute little shapes and stunk them into the oven to bake.

I was now cutting up the fruit at the kitchen table while Sam was cooking. While rinsing the fruit over I thought it would be cute to cut all the fruits into small little hearts and stars like my grandmother taught me. 20 minutes later and I was finally done cutting the fruit and I was impressed with my work.

Right when I finished Sam had finished cooking the eggs and Bacon and set them each on their own plate. Now we were just waiting on the croissants to finish baking and we would just need them to cool down. Just when I was about to say something to Sam our song came on.

U & I by Caleb Hawley

(I’d play the song while listening to this part)

The biggest smile came to my lips and it was like Sam read my mind…

“Dance with me?” And he held out his hand and I put mine on top of his.

“Of course.” And he pulled me in close.

Don’t you want somebody to love when you’re lonely?

Don’t you want somebody to lighten your load?

Don’t you want somebody to think of you when you’re away?

Don’t you want somebody, somebody like me.

Sam started to sing along to the lyrics and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

Don’t you want somebody to make you your breakfast?

Talkin over coffee in the living room

Don’t you want somebody to watch all your favorite shows with baby?

Don’t you want somebody, somebody like me

I sang which sounded more like a mumble as I was practically singing into Sam’s neck.

The song continued to play and we just continued to sway and sing together, enjoying each other's presence.

And as the world keeps spinnin

We’ll keep livin

By each others side until we

Pass on through this life it’s u&i

U&I

Until we pass on through this life it’s u&I

Sam pulled away and made sure he made eye contact with me before we continued to sing.

“I love you… with my whole heart.”

“I love you too handsome.” And pulled him in a kiss.

“With your whole heart?” He just wanted to hear it…

“Yes, with my whole heart.” And I meant it but also giggled which made us both laugh.

Then the oven went off.

“I’ll get it.” Sam quickly pulled away and went to go get the croissants so they didn’t burn.

I went to sit on the sofa and pulled a blanket in close to me. After Sam was done he came and sat down with me.

“Sammy.” I tapped on his shoulder and he nodded his head and hummed a little yeah.

“I’m hungry.”

“Go eat everyone should be up in a good twenty minutes.” Sam stated, so I got up and went to go get some food.

Except I felt bad that I would be eating the food Sam and I made for everyone. He worked so hard and the food was set all pretty and untouched… I didn’t want to ruin it. So I grabbed a bowel, some cereal, and some milk they had in their fridge and ate a small bowl of cereal instead of the food Sam and I cooked.

Sam soon walked over to me and asked if I liked the food, I snapped my head over to look at him and I heard him gasp. “I made-” I cut him off quickly and politely.

“We.”

Sam clears his throat all dramatically.

“We made this amazing, delicious, and good looking food and you decided on… cereal?” Sam exclaimed.

“Hmmm yeahhh…”

Sam laughed which made me laugh.

“Whyyyyy…” And took a seat next to me as he opened his mouth so I could feed him some of my cereal.

“Because I didn’t want to ruin our masterpiece before everyone woke up.” And pointed to the set kitchen table and fed Sam some of my cereal.

“You’re so cute you know that.” Sam said and pulled out his phone.

“I knowwww…” And I knew exactly what he was about to do.

“But I have to Instagram this.”

It was no secret to the world that Sam and I were dating, so we were comfortable posting about each other whenever we wanted.

“Guys look, Y/N and I made breakfast today for the family and guess what… Y/N chose to eat cereal instead of the amazing food we made. Cereal! The most plain breakfast there is.” Sam stated and videoed me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I didn’t want to ruin it before everyone got up!” I exclaimed before he was done videotaping.

“It’s okay love.” He kissed the top of my head and walked away to go wake everyone up.

Ten minutes later Sam came back and went to go take Tessa outside for a restroom break. I went to check Instagram and saw the little circle around Sam’s PFP which meant he posted on his story.

I clicked on Sam’s PFP expecting our video we just took to pop up first, but instead a picture of me focused on cutting up the fruits from this morning popped up with a caption on it which said “Taught well ;)” with a little heart next to it. Then the cereal video we took ten minutes ago showed up.

“I’m so in love with this man.” I thought.

AN: This is my first blurb, I was going to post my tom one first buttttt I finished this Sam one first... Also how did I do? lol this was my first time ever writing a blurb/ imagine :)

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