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noellie-writes217 · 2 months

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Chapter one: Whelve

Summary: Tom comes back from a hectic year to find his ex from his teens in his parents’ house. She’s got big plans for herself and all of Tom’s brothers know, he’s a risk for her.

Series warnings: Smut, exes to lovers, pining, additional warnings per chapter

Tom came home for the holidays on December twentieth of 2020 but was not expecting to see what he saw in his childhood home on that day. His mother sits there indulging in conversation with a friend she’s had since Tom was born.

“Tom! Honey! Look who’s here!” She points to her friend who’s been playing with a puppy.

“Hello Holly. It’s good to see you.” But it’s still really awkward given the history… but then again, Holly doesn’t know the history.

“Tom honey, come see Rosalind’s new puppy! His name is Cerberus.” Tom’s brows raise a little more when he hears the name.

Instead of kneeling and playing with the puppy immediately, he stands there for a second wondering if this is real or not.

He hears laughing from the kitchen, and then his younger brother Sam walks out with Holly’s daughter, Rosalind and a few dishes for dinner.

Once he sees Rosalind, everything stops for him. She’s wearing that smile she used to wear around him when they were alone and no one knew. The one he hasn’t seen in years. The one he’s dreamt of. The one Harrison has made fun of him for fantasizing over. The one he’s had no luck finding in any other girl. The one he fell in love with right before he left for carpentry school. It still hasn’t changed.

She looks up for a moment at him and her smile fades so she quickly leaves with Sam as he tells another story.

Harry of course notices and texts the brothers group chat calling an emergency meeting.

BROTHERS GROUPCHAT

Harry:Meeting in Paddy’s room. ASAP

Sam:why?

Paddy:Yeah and why my room?

Harry:All will be explained. Just get there

Tom:I just got home. Can it wait?

NON FAMOUS HOLLANDS

Harry: Tom’s still in love with Roz. He’s either gonna be a dick or a loser if we don’t talk to him about it. That’s why we need a meeting.

Sam: Seriously? Still? He was such a dick last time they saw each other.

Paddy: Agreed

Sam: If he starts acting like that again she might not just leave for Paris for school, she could leave forever

Harry: Thus why something. Needs. To. Be. Done.

Paddy: Meeting in my room

All of the brothers get to Paddy’s room in a short few minutes. And Tom is told to sit on his bed while the twins get ready to interrogate him and paddy guards the door.

“I saw the way you looked at her Tom,” Harry starts.

Tom tries (and fails) to bullshit through this conversation, “what are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about you being awkward about Roz being here,” Sam chimes.

“Roz is like a sister to us, and we’ve seen you fuck it up with her to the point where she left the fucking country,” Harry says, “so whatever your thinking about her, stop. She’s too good for you and everyone knows it but you apparently.”

Tom gets angry at his younger brothers for trying to tell him what to do. He has since they were all little… well, little-er. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Rosalind left so she go to ballet school in Paris. That had nothing to do with me.”

Now it’s Paddy’s turn to speak up, “Oh yeah? When was the last time you talked to her?”

5 years almost. Right before he went to carpentry school.

“Exactly.” “We lost a sister because you were a fucking asshole.” Sam crosses his arms. “And she probably wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for that other dick.” His twin copies his gesture.

‘Does Roz have an ex?’ He wonders. She does not. The dick that Tom’s brothers are referring to is Rosalind’s father, who just got his mistress pregnant. Rosalind moved back to England to support her mother during the divorce.

“Look, mates,” Tom starts, “do you even know what happened between me and Roz?” It’s silent for a moment. “Exactly. So don’t assume that just because I used to like her, I’ll automatically still be in love with her. I’m not. Nor have I ever been!”

What Tom didn’t know was that Rosalind heard everything that just happened.

Instead of busting in on them, she just goes back downstairs and decides to text Sam that his dish was ready.

“Shit, my foods done,” he states, “let’s call this a wrap for now and follow up later.”

The lot of them sit at the table eating the food Sam made.

Most if the conversation is made up by Tom’s parents and Rosalind’s mother. She compliments Sam on the food.

“Thank you so much, Holly. Roz made desert too, and it looks absolutely delicious. What’d you say it was?” Sam asks the girl.

“Lavender vanilla bean beignets.” She informs.

“My mouth is already watering with anticipation! That sounds lovely.” Tom’s father comments.

Roz has always been bashful when someone compliments her. Tom has always found it adorable… which is why he would compliment her any chance he had when they were teenagers.

“My friend’s mother taught me the recipe. She said it was a family recipe and I’m not allowed to tell anyone… so please don’t ask.” She jokes.

“Damn. That sucks. I was gonna ask for it.” Sam says.

Rosalind smiles lightly.

“So, Rosalind,” Nikki calls for the girl’s attention, “do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Moving into my new flat, meeting up with some old friends, and then I have a date.”

Holly’s mother peeps up, “be careful, darling. Unless you’re lucky enough to marry a Holland, men tend to disappoint.”

Holly doesn’t know about Roz and Tom. That they used to see each other after the sun went down, sneaking out of each other’s windows to mess around.

Holly was a nurse who usually worked nights and Rosalind’s father was just an idiot who didn’t notice Tom taking the condoms.

“Trust me Mum. I know.” Rosalind’s eyes shift up to Tom for less than a second but it’s enough for the other boys to notice. Harry kicks his shin.

“Actually, I should probably get going now. There’s a lot of stuff I need to unpack. And Cerberus is getting sleepy. But I do hope you all enjoy desert.” She politely gets up from the table.

Nikki clicks her tongue, “Oh, darling! I was so hoping you could stay so we could discuss our plans for Christmas! And Tom just got back from filming. It’d be so lovely if you’d stay.”

“Love, if it’s just unpacking I’m sure one of the boys could help you tomorrow.” Dom says.

It’s true. All four boys would be more than willing. But it would be far too soon for Roz to be ok with it.

“No no. It’s ok. I also have to figure out some choreo for some clients.”

“Well let me help you with your stuff.” Sam offers.

“So what exactly is your new job?” He asks once they’re alone.

Rosalind clips Cerberus’s collar and leash, “I’m a new ballerina for the royal ballet company. And when there’s time, I choreograph for musicians.”

He nods and grabs an umbrella. “You might want this.”

She smiles at the nostalgia, “I can’t believe you’ve had this in your umbrella bin all this time! Thank you Sammy.”

“You know you’re still the only person who gets to call me that.” He laughs

“What? Not even your girlfriend?”

“That’s still pretty new.” He explains, “you would have met her tonight, but she had her own family thing.”

“Well I’d love to meet her.” Rosalind pulls the strap of her bag onto her shoulder before opening the door. “And thanks for setting me up on that date.” She calls out before patting her thigh for Cerberus to follow her. She waved one last time to the boy before leaving on her way.

Little did either of them know that Tom heard the entire conversation between them.

“What the hell, Sam!” He claps his brother on the back once Rosalind is out of eyesight and earshot.

Sam shrugs, “You know, for a guy who said he was never in love with her, you seem to care an awful lot. Maybe I should set you up with someone too.” With that, Sam walks back inside.

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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blueberry muffin (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: tom takes care of you when he worries about you forgetting to eat

a/n: i clearly don't know how to come up with a good fic name lmao. this is based off a situation i found myself in not that long ago (unfortunately tom wasn’t there to help me… *sigh*)

warnings: deals with important topics such as body image issues and not eating - please look after yourself if this could be triggering! ily <3 mentions of being sick (motion sickness) mentions of negative body image, forgetting to eat etc. also lots of fluff and pep talking from the boys

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“Love, no offence but who doesn’t like the beach?” asks Tom in disbelief, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look over at you in the passenger side.

“You don’t like the beach?” asks a shocked Harrison from where he’s squished up in the backseat with Harry and Tuwaine. Being the girlfriend of the driver does have its perks, including a surplus of legroom in the comfort of the front seat.

“It’s not that I don’t like the beach, it’s just that I don’t always feel the need to lay around feeling completely exposed and getting sunburnt before taking a dip in this giant cold, salty bath where all the fish do their business and something will probably nibble on my feet,” you explain. “Plus, no offence but your beaches here are kinda suck.” you add, grimacing at the gasps from the outraged boys in the car with you who clearly ignored your ‘no offence’ free speech disclaimer.

“You take that back, Y/N Y/L/N,” grumbles Harry.

You shrug, flipping him the finger.

“It’s a free country, Baz.”

“Well,” says Tuwaine, always looking to mediate the situation. “In your own words from a few months ago Y/N, there are ‘precisely 3.5 days of enjoyable weather in this country’, so we are making the most of this one by going to the beach while it’s not too hot and not too cold, alright?”

Twenty minutes later, Tom notices you’ve zoned out of the boys’ conversation and rests his free hand gently on your thigh to get your attention.

“You okay love?” he asks. “You’ve gone kinda quiet.”

You swallow, not moving your eyes from staring straight ahead while you fiddle with the string of your bikini top underneath the T-shirt of Tom’s that you’d pulled on as a cover-up.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little carsick, is all.”

“Do you want me to pull over?” he asks, concern immediately coating his features as he glances at you.

“Woah, you’re looking kinda pale there Y/N,” adds Harrison. “If you get sick I’ll get sick. And I am very cosied up here in between these guys. Just saying.” he eyes Harry and Tuwaine threateningly who both inch away from him slightly.

“I’m fine,” you insist as Tom opens your window slightly.

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he insists. “You never get carsick, even when you and I were giving Paddy a driving lesson and he kept stopping and starting every two seconds.”

“Did you eat something bad for dinner last night?” wonders Tuwaine.

“We all had the exact same thing for dinner last night and you cooked it, you div.” says Harry. “If it was food poisoning we’d all have it.”

“For breakfast then?” says Tuwaine, rolling his eyes at the redhead.

You shake your head.

“No, I forgot to have breakfast this morning.” you admit.

“Y/N!” groans Tom. “How many times do I have to remind you? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

You nod apologetically, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your thigh.

“I know, but I was rushing around trying to get ready for the day, and then I lost my swimsuit, and then I had to help Harry find his which took around seven years because who the hell leaves their swim shorts in the bookcase? And then I was busy making my travel coffee and then you guys were all yelling that we had to go and I wasn’t going to play into the stereotype of the girl roommate who takes way longer to get ready than the guys so I just kinda…forgot.”

Tom sighs.

“I really worry about you when you forget to eat, darling.” he says. “You’ve had two coffees and no food-” he uses his free hand to pick up your travel cup of coffee from the cupholder and sighs when he feels how light it is. “-three coffees and no food! That’s not healthy.”

He suddenly pulls off of the main road and into the queue for the Starbucks drive-through.

“Tom, what are you doing?” you ask. “We’re meant to be going to the beach and it’s already like 11.30AM.”

“We aren’t going anywhere until we get you some breakfast, baby.” he says firmly, pulling up to the order kiosk.

“Hi, can I get a ham and swiss croissant, please?” he asks. “oh, and a blueberry muffin.” he adds, remembering your favourite.

“Quackson,” laughs Tuwaine and Harrison, quietly mocking Tom.

“Tom, no!” you hiss. “You don’t need to do that, I told you. I. Am. Fine!”

“Bro buy me a snack too eh?” asks Harry, leaning forwards to stick his head between the front seats. “I could use a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino right about now.”

“Ham and swiss croissant, blueberry muffin, will that be all?” asks the worker.

Tom huffs and turns around in his seat, glaring at his brother.

“Have you had breakfast this morning?” he asks.

“Well, yeah-” sighs Harry. “But-”

Tom turns around to the front again, smiling at the worker.

“Yes that’ll be all, thanks.”

Tom hands you your food and you thank him quietly but make no move to start eating. He sighs and pulls the car into a parking space, putting it in park and turning sideways to face you.

“Darling, what is going on with you today?” he asks.

You sigh, looking down at your lap and he gently cups your chin, bringing your gaze up to him.

“It sounds so stupid,” you sigh, going pink.

“Hey, none of that.” coos Tom. “You can tell me anything.”

You swallow before answering, unable to meet his eyes.

“I just, I didn’t want to look bloated or anything in my swimsuit.” you mutter. “I know it’s a pointless thing to worry about, but I just can’t help it,”

Tom doesn’t say anything but reaches out to hold your hands in his own, gently stroking his thumbs against the back of your hands as he allows you to finish.

“I’ll be fine and then someone will recognize you, and they’ll take a picture, and I’ll not be able to see anything else for weeks and I’ll feel terrible about myself and people will ask why you’re even with me and- and-”

Tom senses you working yourself into a state and cuts you off with a gentle kiss.

“Y/N, I want you to look at me.” he says. “I mean it, look at me please.”

You shyly look across, seeing only concern and love in his dark eyes.

“I know that you maybe can’t always see it, but I need you to know how gorgeous you are.” he begins. “And if you don’t know that, I’ll always be here to tell you. You’re gorgeous, kind, funny, smart and caring. Anyone who meets you knows that, and anyone who’s gonna tell you any different isn’t worth the time of day, okay? You’re my absolute world and I need you to take care of yourself. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. And on days where you can’t, that’s why I’m here to help you, alright my love?” he says, pulling you into his chest.

“He’s right, you know,” adds Tuwaine. “You’re the hottest one in this car.”

“Hottest one in this city,” says Harrison, poking you in the arm.

“Watch it, that’s my girl you’re talking about,” says Tom, pretending to be mad.

You lean into his touch, savouring the love that radiates off of him. As you pull back and he pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the main road, you open the bag and pull out the muffin, taking a large bite and relishing the sweet taste.

“Can’t believe you’ll buy her food and not your own flesh and blood,” whines Harry, not giving up. “At least give us a munch, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, pulling off a chunk of muffin and handing it to Harry behind you.

“Happy now?”

He nods thankfully, stuffing it into his mouth and you turn towards Tom.

“Thank you, Tommy,” you say appreciatively.

He once again takes his free hand off the steering wheel and grips yours in his own.

“Nothing to thank me for, darling. I know you’d do the same for me.”

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a/n: i never know how to end fics skljsdsksjk. tysm for reading! your reblogs and comments are always super appreciated <3

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marvelgirlstories · 8 months

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Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘

Meet the Fam

Tom Holland x reader

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"

After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.

Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.

Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.

"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.

When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.

You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.

"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.

See you soon ♥️

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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

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delulugirly7 · 1 year

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Another fanfic idea: a tiktok fic with a character/person where reader is doing that trend rn to Mastermind by Taylor Swift where they’re telling their partners the elaborate ways/things they did to get their partners to notice them.

Like could you imagine someone asking being like:

“How’d you guys get together?”

Partner: *explains when they met*

Reader: “oh actually, I planned that.”

Partner: “….what???”

#chris evans x reader #top gun fanfiction #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #drew starkey x reader #harry styles x reader #henry cavill x reader #timothee chalamet x reader

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shawnxstyles · 8 months

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* means i have started writing it

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avalentina · 5 months

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Ava's Holiday Writing Spectacular!

CANCELLED...

I just want to say thank you and I'm sorry.

I recently got a new job and I'm back to full time hours, plus with most of the additional staff being college students, I'm filling in a lot more. I get up in the morning, I go to work, I come home, and I go to bed. That's about it. But the holiday Spectacular will be back in 2024, and it will be EPIC! I plan on finishing everything I planned for this year and adding many more. I love the holidays and writing about them makes me very happy, so here's to 2024 and all the places it will take us! I love you all!

-Ava

HO HO HO Merry Christmas!

Feliz Navidad!

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Kwanzaa!

Season's Greetings!

No matter what holiday you celebrate, welcome to my Seasonal Writing Spectacular! I hope you love the holidays as much as I do!

This event will feature one-shots and maybe some head cannons, for all of the characters I write for. Feel free to send in requests for it as well! I don't have a posting schedule done for it yet, but I will be making one!

My characters are...

Harry Styles

Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton

Sebastian Sallow

Stefan Salvatore

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Maybe more???

The first post will be for Harry Styles on December 6th!

Stay Tuned!

And HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

I'm not promising a story a day because hell the fuck no, I'm too busy for that, but we'll see where the winds take me!

Ava's Holiday Writing Spectacular Masterlist!

Ava's HWS Posting Schedule!

Ava's Main Masterlist

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swiftsrqmantic · 4 months

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200 likes in 4 days 🥹 thank you guys so so much pls keep the requests coming 🙏🏽🙏🏽

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virgoilluminati · 10 months

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One Shot List

Heya, so after the end of Belongings I am planning to have a little break from fanfic series’s to focus on doing smaller fics. But knowing me�� they’ll end up becoming short series’s of their own. 😆

So the plan is basically, requests for anyone on my masterlist is open, so just ask me what prompt you would like and who you would like it for, and I’ll write you a fic. ❣️❣️❣️ Been wanting to do this for a while so please send me requests (even if they’re not on this list too). I don’t bite…. (Or do I hehe😏) JK I DON’T I PROMISE

Here’s the prompt list:

1. "You're hair is really soft after you wash it."

2. Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

3. You smell really nice."

4. "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

5. 'I might have slept with your robe when you were gone."

6. "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

7. Here, let's share the blanket.

8. You're comfy."

9. You are my new pillow."

I0. "You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.

11. "But I want to hear you sing.

12. "We can talk over dinner."

13. "Don't be stubborn. Try it!"

14. "Don't get up - I'll do it."

15. "Will you let me rub your back?"

16: "Care to give me a back scratch?"

17. "Star-gazing was a good idea."

18. "You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."

19. "I'll always be here for you.

20. "TIl be here to protect you."

21. "I think I love you."

22. "You are my love."

23. "How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.

24. "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

25. "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you.

26. It is not morning yet."

27. "Shush and go back to bed."

28. "I heard you talking in your sleep."

29. "Your bed head is really cute.

30. "We'll do dishes together.

31. "How about a kiss?"

32. “I love your hugs."

33. "Come over here and make me.

34. "Have you lost your damn mind!?"

35. "Please, don't leave."

36. "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"

37. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

38. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

39. "I almost lost you."

40. "Wanna bet?"

41. "Don't you ever do that again!"

42. "Teach me how to play?"

43. "Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

44. "I think we need to talk."

45. "Kiss me."

46. "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."

47. "So, I found this waterfall..."

48. "It could be worse."

49. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..

50. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."

51. "The paint's supposed to go where?"

52. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

53. "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"

54. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

55. "You come here often?"

56. "Can I offer you a drink?"

57. "So.. You expecting someone?"

58. "Do you need a place to stay for tonight?"

59. "I gotta tell you... you look incredibly hot.

60. "Do you want to dance with me?"

61. "Look at us... we are basically a couple already."

62. "I bet you would look even better without your clothes on."

63. "Are you single? Just asking."

64. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever encountered."

65. "What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?"

66. "I love the way you're dressed."

67. "Do I have any chances with you?"

68. "Do you have anything better to do later?"

69. "Can I get your phone number?"

70. "You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type."

71. "I can do whatever you want, babe."

72. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."

73. "I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.

74. "You should be a model."

75. "Are you... trying to flirt with me?"

76. "Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you."

77. "That won't work. Try again."

78. "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?"

79. "I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile."

80 "You don't look so bad yourself."

81. "I thought you were taken."

82. "So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?"

83. "Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?"

84. "Compliments won't pay my drinks."

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rafeyybabyy · 2 years

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✨june 2022 fic recs ✨

hellooo!! i’ve been wanting to do monthly fic recs for awhile now & i’m finally doing it!

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for harry styles , calum hood, rafe cameron , tom holland , peter parker , chris evans , & steve rogers / all are reader insert fics

harry styles

lighthouse series - @for-fucks-sake-h

backstage girlfriend - @astranva

sherbert - @moonchildstyles

calum hood

...Splits Our Sides With Their Opening Monologue - @felixtok

rafe cameron

father figure series - @milkiane

blue moon - @smokingbeersdrinkingweed

tom holland

a royal convenience - @sourholland

who’d you rather - @alltoowelltom

peter parker

linger - @totheblood

chris evans

chris loves his wife - @toastedkiwi

futile series - @rocketrhap3000

steve rogers

everything and beyond series - @rodrikstark

#b’s fic recs #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation #rec list #harry styles #calum hood #rafe cameron #tom holland #peter parker #chris evans #steve rogers#x reader #harry styles x reader #calum hood x reader #rafe cameron x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader

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faefictions · 2 years

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Holland/Osterfield Masterlist

(updated as of Sep 2 2022)

Dream a Little Dream of Me 💕

Fluff - 💕 Angst - ❤️‍🩹

Tom Holland

The Night We Met ❤️‍🩹

Indentured 💕❤️‍🩹

Day Old Hate ❤️‍🩹💕

A Single Mistake ❤️‍🩹💕

Harrison Osterfield

The World is Black - Part 1 Part 2 ❤️‍🩹💕

Canceled 💕

Springfield Canonball - Part 1 Part 2 💕❤️‍🩹

Bad Day 💕

Still 💕

The Kids From Yesterday - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ❤️‍🩹💕

Overworked 💕

Lonely People Master List - PLAYLIST ❤️‍🩹💕

Harry Holland

Broadripple 💕❤️‍🩹

Swept 💕❤️‍🩹

Stay ❤️‍🩹💕

High and Dry ❤️‍🩹💕

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfeild x reader #tom holland x reader #harry holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harry holland fanfiction

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noellie-writes217 · 1 month

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Sillage- word diary

Summary: instead of dealing with his feelings properly, Tom decides to go clubbing.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, distraction, regret, insinuation, a little body shaming, strong body language

A/N: this took forever but it’s finally done. DM me if you want to be on my taglist

The next day, Tom is chilling with Haz and Tuwaine.

“She was there yesterday.” Tom says. All three were mid-video game.

“Who?” Tuwaine asks.

“Rosalind.”

Almost immediately, Tuwaine pauses the game— much too soon for Harrison’s liking. “Fucking hell!” He throws the controller, nearly hitting Tom.

“Rosalind’s back from Paris?”

“Actually she was in New York.”

“Is she just back for the holidays?” Harrison asks. Tom shook his head, “I don’t think so. My mum said something about her being in a ballet company.”

“Well good for her.”

It gets quiet for a moment unto Tom speaks up once more. “I think I’m still in love with her.”

Harrison nods but says nothing, already knowing that Tom never stopped loving her.

“What are you doing about it?” Tuwaine asks.

Tom shrugs, “I can’t do anything. My brothers have basically banned me from it.”

“Well what happened at dinner? Did you even talk to her?”

“I couldn’t,” he runs his hands through his hair. “There was never time for a moment alone, and even if there was like two minutes, one of the twins took it from me.”

Harrison knows far too much about the situation to pay full attention, and instead suggests going out as a distraction. To which, Tom reluctantly agrees. Although Tuwain would rather Tom try to talk through his issue instead.

The club is loud but not too crowded due to COVID

restrictions. In fact, the music was entirely too loud for the number of people in the building.

It’s nice at first. The alcohol and bouncing bodies distract him from his thoughts of his childhood crush.

The woman he dances with now almost looks like her, but without Rosalind’s freckles, green eyes, or grace.

Her hair is also a different color. Rosalind’s hair is a brunette color, and this woman’s hair is dyed burgundy. Her nose concave, but Rosalind has a Grecian nose— something she is, or was, insecure about, but Tom wouldn’t change it for the world.

This girl’s dancing was desperate and clumsy, a stark contrast to Rosalind’s disciplined coordination.

She puts her back to Tom’s chest and pulls his hands to her chest, then glides them down to her hips and thighs— one hand much lower and centered than the other. Tom could practically feel her clitoris under his fingertips.

She is certainly not the woman Tom wants to be touching like this, but they never are. Tom tries to find some pleasure in touching her, the way she wants him so desperately, how her ass finds into his crotch.

His eyes close as he tries so hard to see this girl the same way he sees Rosalind, but to no avail. The stranger doesn’t even notice when Tom slips away, his body being replaced with one just as eager as her’s.

He looks back for just a moment, and understands what a line meant in a movie he shot meant on a new level: “it’s just a little weird when you’re at the party with the girl on the table, fucking a ghost.”

He heads to the bar and asks for another brew. As he waits, he studies the bar tender as she mixes drinks, one way of trying to prepare for a role he’s meant to play in the coming year.

In a matter of minutes, he’s zoned out, thinking of the last time he saw Rosalind before leaving for carpentry school and not hearing from her for almost five years.

At the age of 17 years old, Tom had completed his role in The Heart of the Sea, a movie he thought would be his big break simply because of some big names like Chris Hemsworth— instead, it just grew his ego the even bigger than the grinch’s heart by the end of the movie. He hadn’t known much about what Rosalind did during that time. He did know that the only two places she would go were school and ballet, she did anything she could to get into Paris Opera House Ballet School.

It had seemed like the only times Tom would test her was to ask for photos, not the instagram worthy photos, the photos that make you sweat when you sit at a church sermon for too long. He wanted to send her some back of him, but he’d lost an unhealthy amount of weight and Rosalind hated seeing him like that… it scared her. She was always worried that one day he might just pass out, out of nowhere. She sent him the photos when he asked, usually he’d reply with an ‘I love you’ or a ‘you’re so fucking hot, I miss you so much’ or even the occasional ‘I wish I was with you instead of here,’ but when he didn’t reply, she got insecure, just like any other girl her age. And it didn’t help that her classmates made comments about how often she ate, saying things like ‘Roz how is it that you are never full?’ One group of girls even said that she grazed like a cow. Rosalind knows that they didn’t understand she had a fast metabolism, and whatever excess calories she might have had would be burned off during her dance practices, and even Rosalind didn’t understand that her body needed her to eat as much as it could.

Tom had no clue about what was happening at school, and Rosalind didn’t want to tell him. If she’s being completely honest at that time, she didn’t even know if her would care.

He just seemed so excited about filming a movie with Chris Hemsworth, everything else just seemed so unimportant. And Rosalind was proud of him. He was fulfilling dreams, but part of her was also jealous.

Jealous that her boyfriend was off living the dream while she was busy being called fat and getting hit on and harassed by boys she barely knew.

Of course Tom would’ve dropped everything to make Rosalind feel better, which is one more reason not to tell him. She didn’t want a boyfriend that would make a husband and later, a father. She wanted someone she could be a teenager with.

Tom doesn’t remember much from the night they broke up, given the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the distraction of her body on his, which is why he had so much trouble coming to terms with it. What he remembers most, however, is her mental distance from her boyfriend.

“I’m so glad that I’m back here, love,” he said as he laid down next to her, “I wish I didn’t have to leave for carpentry school next week. At least we have now… ” he leans in for another kiss but she dodges.

“Im glad you’re back too…” she starts, “but we need to talk.”

Tom sits back up straight with his brows furrowed.

“Look,” she tries to sound calm as she breaks the news, “while you were filming, I had a recital—“ “I know, you got the lead for Giselle.” She takes a deep breath, “There were talent scouts there and I was offered a scholarship.”

Tom gets excited, “Darling! That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!”

She sucks in a breath, “you didn’t let me finish… the scholarship is to Paris Opera House.”

Tom’s face drops a bit, “I thought wanted to go to Royal Ballet School? Here. In London?”

“Royal ballet was plan b. You know that I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” She takes his hands in her own, but he pulls away and gets off the bed.

“What’s wrong with London?”

“Are you kidding? Tom, that’s like comparing London to LA for actors. It’s nice, but you learn a hell of a lot more in LA than London as an actor. I can’t believe you’re being such a dick! I thought you would be happy for me!”

“What about me? Am I supposed to wait until you turn 18 and then I just move to France for you?”

She waited for him to finish filming every single movie he’s been in. “I’ve been doing the same for you since you were in The Impossible. It’s not that big of a deal!”

“You’re asking me to give you my life!”

“The same way you asked me to do the same for you!”

“Yeah but in my career I’m not gonna have to retire by the time I’m thirty!” Tom knows he made a mistake as soon as those words left his lips.

Although it’s true that while women are the stars and symbol of the ballet industry, men are the ones who succeed in the industry. Women retire from the ballet industry by thirty-five on average, having made significantly less than their male counterparts. And male choreographers make more than females as well.

Rosalind’s jaw dropped and her eyes began to well. Tom takes a step toward her side of the bed. He extends a hand to her, but she pulls away and crosses her arms across her chest.

“Roz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“

“No! Get the fuck out!”

“Roz—“

“I said get out you div! What the fuck is wrong with you! Get out of my house!”

Tom throws his head back to look at the ceiling before grabbing his bag.

“And don’t worry, Tom. You won’t have to worry about going to Paris, because we’re done.” She cries.

“And at least my career won’t turn me into some egocentric wanker who thinks they don’t have to try after they worked with one fucking name! No one gives a flying fuck that you worked with Chris Hemsworth! He sure as hell doesn’t!” She’s now screaming in her fit of anger.

“For future reference, you’re not big just because you worked with a big name, you’re big when big names know yours. Now fuck off, you wanker!”

Tom wants to say something— anything to keep her. But he loves her too much to keep her in a relationship with someone who hurt her.

After that fateful night, they never saw each other again. Tom wrote her notes, bought her flowers, but she never spoke to him again. So Tom threw himself into his work, which worked out for the best. If the two never broke up, Tom would have stayed in his hot headed era, letting his ego get the best of him. He might not have refined his talent to get his big break as Spider-Man. He has Rosalind to thank for his career, and she has him to thank for her trust issues.

Tom has spent too many hours in his lifetime regretting what happened that night. And he’s doing it right now too. He barely even notices the guy next to him making advances at some poor girl until he gets the smell of her perfume, the same kind that she’s warn since she was a teenager, the same scent that’s been in Tom’s head since the two broke up.

“C’mon love, let’s get out of here and go back to my place.” The man nudged the woman. She stays calm and collected, “I already told you, I have plans in the morning, so I can’t. Maybe some other time.”

It’s Rosalind. Tom’s heart begins to race.

“Rozy, it’ll be fine. I’ll drive you to wherever you need tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry, Danny, but I can’t! I’m seeing an old family friend tomorrow. And besides, I’m just not sure you’re my type.” She laughs nervously.

“Oh ouch.” He laughs, “well then what is your type? Am I too tall for you?”

A dig at her last few relationships. Tom rolls his eyes.

“Danny just let it go. I’m not going home with you, you’re not going home with me. I have shit to do in the morning, and a dog to take care of when I get home.” She’s at another level of annoyed. Tom’s only ever seen Rosalind at this state twice before— when Harry cut the line and became the reason she had to wait an extra thirty minutes for a rollercoaster while he got to go ahead, and when someone got the dance solo she wanted and went all pick-me to Roz.

Danny continues to push and Rosalind continues to try to not sound like a bitch. The back and forth continues for another few minutes until Tom decides he’s had enough.

“Mate, she said she’s not going home with you. Give it a rest,” both Rosalind and Danny look over to see that it was who spoke up, Rosalind hadn’t even known he was at the club.

Tom sits there drinking a bottle of beer, not even looking at the couple.

Danny pops his neck, “I’m sorry, but this is none of your business, now is it bruv?”

Tom shrugs it off, “maybe not, but you made it this entire place’s problem when you decided to not let her fucking leave alone.”

Rosalind almost smiles— almost.

“Do you think that badgering her continually is gonna raise your chances of getting laid? Because I promise it won’t.”

Danny finally recognizes Tom, “Aren’t you Spider-Man?”

“Not right now.”

“Well come on, let’s go!” Danny puts his hands up. Tom just sighs, “You’re drunk, and you seem like you fight sloppy when you’re sober. I’m not gonna fight you.”

Rosalind finally speaks up, “Danny I’m leaving. Don’t call me.” She smiles sarcastically and walks away.

This time Tom follows close behind, “Roz, wait!”

She’s waiting for her coat.

“Don’t call me that! You lost that privilege.”

Tom puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry—“

“And what the hell are you doing here, Tom? Did Sam tell you I would be here?”

“No, no. Sam didn’t tell me anything. I came with Haz.”

“Miss, here’s your coat.”

Rosalind takes her coat, “Look, Tom, I need to go.”

“Can I walk you home? I just feel like we have a lot to catch up on.”

She shrugs, “Sure.”

Tom asks the coatcheck for his. And the two walk out together.

#tom holland #spiderman #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #exes to lovers #harrison osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #peter parker #young love

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