Hey! Love Your Stuff - I Was Wondering If You Could Do An Imagine Of What It Would Be Like To Be In Self

Hey! Love your stuff - I was wondering if you could do an imagine of what it would be like to be in self isolation with Tom ? Something cute ❤️ Thanks x

quarantine

a/n: thank you so much! i hope you like this, it was really fun for me to write ↖(^▽^)↗

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“As much as I love you, darling, you need to be 6 feet away from me,” Tom said sticking an arm at you to push you away. 

He had just made an Instagram story telling Harrison to stay away from him and you were giggling in the background. Tom was doing it to everyone as a joke, of course. 

You followed along with the joke, responding, “Gladly, Tommy. I am definitely not going to risk getting the virus just by touching my div.”

“Div?” Tom exclaimed as you giggled.

“Correction,” you lifted a finger, “my div,” you moved closer to him to tap his nose, but he backed away as you got closer. “C’mon, Tommy, just one boop, s’il vous plaît,” you had been practicing French over the quarantine, so you decided to incorporate some into this ridiculous conversation. 

“Nope, nope, nope,” Tom ran into the living room, hiding behind the couch.

“Tommy,” you whined, frowning and slouching over. You gave him your best pout and wide eyes that always worked on him. 

“Ugh, you know I can’t say no to that face,” Tom groaned, surrendering.

“Yay!” You jumped onto Tom, knocking him onto the couch.

He chuckled, placing a quick peck on the tip of your nose before pushing you away again, “Not that close, though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “and I’m the germo,” you murmured under your breath.

“I’m being cautious, alright,” Tom defended, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Fun fact,” you said, going off topic, “the way you say ‘croissant’ is closer to the way the French say croissant,” you referred back to his WIRED interview from the Far From Home premiere.

“No, it’s not!” He argued.

The two of you bickered for the rest of the night over his pronunciation of croissant, or quackson.

prompt list

hello! so, i’ve decided to make a prompt list. there are 101 prompts in here, with the help of chrmdpoet and ships4you. if you want to have a fic written to one of the prompts, send your requests here: requests

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s 3 in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

“Stay with me.”

“Walk out that door and we’re through.”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I need some time.”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me.”

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“We’ll get through this, I promise.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“Make me.”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

“I think I forgot how to breath.”

“Stop biting your fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing.”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 3 A.M, to cuddle?”

“Well, this is awkward.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug.”

“Please come home, I miss you.”

“You’re so fucking adorable.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Let’s cuddle.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

“You’re seriously a child.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

“Do that again, I dare you.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart and nothing can fix me. Help me.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!”

“Never judge a book by its cover.”

“I was a bet?”

“I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Baby, open the door.”

“Were you crying?”

“What have I done?” 

“I never want to see you again!”

“You hurt me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for what you did.”

“Will you marry me?”

“No matter where you go, how long you’re gone, even if you fall in love with someone else, I will always be here for you. Always.”

“You could lie to me, you could ignore me for days on end, hell, you could break my heart into a million pieces, but how could you cheat on me?”

trick shot fail

a/n: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted for the past two? three? days, I’ve been having a writers block, so I just wrote this quick blurb,,, I hope you enjoy

warnings: one curse word, trick shots in the house don’t do at home kids, tom being a clutz, fluff

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You were snuggled on couch in a mountain of blankets, rewatching the classic Disney movies. Tom, on the other hand, was practicing trick shots.

Recently, he and the boys had been obsessed with them, and honestly, they were pretty good at it. Well, except for Tom. As much as he practiced and out effort into the tricks, he would always mess up. On rare occasions, he would get it, but the chances were slim, very, very slim.

“I, I can be everything you need, if you’re the one for me, like gravity, I’ll be unstoppable...” you sang along with the song, Hero.

Starstruck was your favorite classic Disney movie. You loved the plot, the climax, and, most importantly, the songs. If you were being honest, the movie was underrated.

“Woo,” you heard Tom cheer from behind you.

“Tom, I swear if you’re doing trick shots in the house, I-,” you were cut off when a round, solid object bounced on your head.

You turned to see Tom’s shocked facial expression, “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry, darling,” he started to grab your head, touching around it to see if you were okay, “let me get you an ice pack.”

“I told you not to do trick shots in the house. See what happened?” You glared at Tom, who was rushing around the kitchen, grabbing you your ice and a chocolate bar to make you feel better and not hate him.

“Yeah, I know, darling. I just got carried away,” he kissed the tip of your nose, icing your head, “it’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Good,” you lightly pecked him on the lips, “now, watch Starstruck with me.”

“Anything for you, princess,” Tom wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle and lean into him.

cake

a/n: while I was making crepe cakes today, this idea popped in my head, oops I’m so dirty XD

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom being a hornball

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You were making crepes to later on build into a layered cake, while Tom sat on the couch, watching Love Island.

“How are the crepes going, love?” Tom shouted over the loud television.

“I keep messing up,” you sighed, “but I’m going to keep trying.”

“This is why Sam cooks,” he laughs.

You poured more batter onto the pan, “I can cook, too, you know. I’m just not as professional,” you flipped the crepe, “yes,” you cheered as it was your first success.

“You’re not even close to professional, darling,” he chuckled, teasing you.

“Keep demeaning me and my cooking skills and you won’t get to have my cake, darling,” you huffed, mimicking him.

You heard shuffling behind you and suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Tom, what are you doing?” You rolled your eyes, turning back to face him.

“Holding you,” he kissed your cheek.

“You’re trying to get some cake. I knew it! You’re just to weak to admit it.”

“I’m not weak. I can prove it to you,” he took a step back, turning you to face him, “I, Tom Holland, love your cakes. I especially love this one,” he turned her back around and smacked your ass.

“Tom,” you gasped.

“I’m serious, you’ve got the best ass ever,” he grazed his hand over your plump bottom.

You flushed, “Stop it, Tommy, anyone can walk in.”

“I’m not starting anything, just admiring my girlfriend’s wonderful ass.”

He walked away, swaying his hips, mocking you. You simply replied with the roll of your eyes and continued to make your crepes.

pregnant

request: If you feel comfortable with writing It. a holland sister when she think she might be pregnant? her and brad did sleep together. you can decide If It’s negative or positive.

a/n: wow this is a lot longer than I expected it to be... this was very interesting to write,,, i made brad a one night stand oops because it’s me and i love angst :) also the reader is a holland sister

warnings: one swear, pregnancy scare, angst, fluff, mention of one night stand not detailed

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Y/N stood shaking in her bathroom, dropping the white and blue stick onto the counter. Positive, it read.

For a week or two, she had constantly gotten morning sickness, but she didn’t think much of it. That is until her period was late, as in two weeks late. Everything was aligning. She felt more tired than usual, had to use the restroom more often, and her unstable emotions.

Only a couple days before she noticed herself feeling sick, she slept with Brad. Y/N met him at a frat party and hooked up with him. It wasn’t her first time at a party, but it was definitely her first time having a one night stand. She was sure that they used protection. Bloody hell, she was even on birth control.

Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. She was a single mother at the age of 20. She wanted to do so much more in her life. Y/N placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her. She was obviously going to keep her baby, single mother or not.

The only struggle left was telling her family.

She washed her face, making sure she looked decent before telling them the news. She slid the pregnancy test into the pocket of her hoodie, bringing it with her to reveal the truth. Her hands were trembling, and she took short breaths.

She decided to tell her beloved brothers first. She dragged them all into one her room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” Sam engaged.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Tom observed your trembling.

“You’re not dying, are you?” Harry burst.

“No, I’m not dying, Harry,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I have something really important to tell you guys, and I wanted to tell the three of you divs first.”

“How about mom and dad? And Paddy?” Harry asked.

“I’ll tell them after, but I’m not sure if I want Paddy to be involved. He’s still young,” she sighed, “Anyways, please don’t freak out when I tell you guys and make sure not to make a big deal out of it.” Y/N was about to tell them when she hesitated, “Also, if you guys hate me after this, I’m sorry, I hope you’ll still see me as your sister.”

The three boys looked nervous and concerned, nodding for you to go on.

“I-I’m pregnant,” Y/N swallowed, pulling out the test in her pocket.

Pure silence spread throughout the room. The boys’ jaws dropped, but no word, not even a sound, peeped from them.

Tears started to fill Y/N’s eyes, thinking that they hated her, “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful. I shouldn’t have even slept with that guy. Please don’t hate me.”

“We don’t hate you, Y/N/N,” Tom finally said.

“Yeah, we love you and at least you used protection, right?” Sam looked at her sternly.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she giggled, relieved that she didn’t let down her brothers.

“I call being the godfather!” Harry shouted, raising his arm.

The three of you shushed Harry, hoping that your parents hadn’t heard.

“Now, I’ve got to go tell mom and dad. Wish me luck,” Y/N said, walking to the door.

“Y/N! Just know, we’re here for you. We’ll help you with every step of this journey, alright?” Tom warmly smiled.

She smiled back, nodding and whispering “thank you” before exiting the room, leaving the boys to themselves.

The reaction her parents gave her left her relieved. She was glad that her parents didn’t judge her for the accidental pregnancy. They told her that they would be there for her through the entire thing. Dom wanted her to make sure it was positive by taking multiple other tests, and Nikki just wanted her beautiful daughter to be happy.

She did as she was told and took multiple other tests. When she came to see the multiple negative tests, she felt at ease, yet disappointed. Although the child she was convinced she had wasn’t actually there, she felt upset that there wasn’t someone else with her to comfort her. Of course, she had her family, but having her own child felt like a different comfort. A feeling that couldn’t be described.

Turns out, the “symptoms” she experienced weren’t really symptoms. She wasn’t late for her period, it came later on in the day. The morning sickness and fatigue were from her consistent partying. Finally, her unstable emotions, as well as her urge to use the bathroom more often, were just a sign that her period was coming.

That night, she asked for her whole family to gather in the living room. They already knew what it was about, but the possibility of her pregnancy being positive or negative was still edging them on. Paddy was confused, not understanding anything about the situation, as he was under-informed. They were bickering between each other, excited to hear the news.

“After many, many pregnancy tests, 30 to be exact, I am...” she stalled, increasing the suspense.

“What? You are what?” Harry quipped.

“I’m not pregnant! I can still do everything I’ve dreamed of and find a husband who will help me raise my child, if I ever get one that is,” Y/N was glowing, “Although, this is quite disappointing. I don’t know why, though,” she frowned.

“Oh, darling, it’s a sign of motherhood. You already loved that baby in your stomach, but now that you know it’s not true, you’re disappointed. No worries, though. I’m sure you’ll find someone soon,” Nikki gently rubbed Y/N’s arm.

“Now, now-” Dom started, only to be stopped by Nikki.

“She an adult now, let her live her life, will you?” Nikki rolled her eyes.

“It’s okay, dad, I won’t be looking for that for a while. I’m going to fulfill everything on my bucket list first,” Y/N comforted her father.

“Anyone want to watch Onward?” Tom asked, breaking away from the subject.

Everyone nodded in agreement, some choosing their own seat and some going to the pantry to grab snacks for the family. As everything settled down, a calming silence washed over them and the movie began to play.

Out of nowhere, Harry asked, “Will I still get to be the godfather of your child, though?”

“Of course, Harold, of course,” she laughed.

The entire family was laughing and she took a mental picture of the moment, never wanting to forget her loving and accepting family.

Hi! I hope you're doing well, and if you don't, here's a virtual hug and reminder that you are a valuable and talented human being. 💕💕

hi!! i hope you’re doing well, too! thank you so much ♡ stay safe at home xx