Hey Guys, So I Dont Know What Direction I Want To Put Moonlight In, So If You Have Any Suggestions Or

hey guys, so I don’t know what direction I want to put moonlight in, so if you have any suggestions or ideas for me, you can comment or send in a submission. for now, I’m putting moonlight on hiatus until I have an idea of what I want to do with it. enjoy your day 🥳 and stay safe

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.

i won’t say i’m in love

a/n: based on the song ‘i wont say im in love’ from hercules,,, this just came to mind because i needed to write something, so i hope you enjoy it... meg is the best disney princess no doubt, after facing all that heartbreak, though 

warnings: fluff, infidelity, pinch of angst, acceptance 

italics are song lyrics

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If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Years ago, you dated Brett, an asshole who cheated on you for over half a year. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. You were convinced that you loved each other, especially since he chose to go to the same college as you. Though, that all changed when you had found him in bed with a blonde you’d seen around campus once or twice.

From then on, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone else. You walls were up and they weren’t coming down anytime soon. You wouldn’t allow yourself to go down that same path again.

Who'd' ya think you're kiddin' He's the Earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you Girl, ya can't conceal it We know how ya feel and Who you're thinking of

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh Why deny it, uh-oh

It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love

Then, you met Tom. He was a sweetheart and treated you with such kindness, you drew into him.

Your best friends could see right through you. Although you were denying it, you were clearly falling for the British brunette.

Once, Tom had entered the room while you were giving a presentation and you began stumbling over your words. The presentation became a flustered mess after his arrival, and to your dismay, Tom sat in front of your seat. For the rest of the class, you sat behind Tom, swooning.

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s so obvious! You like Tom,” one of your best friends, Valentina, teased.

Blushing, you replied, “No, no I don’t.”

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming get a grip, girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

The day you accepted the fact that you were falling for Tom, you thought back to Brett. In the beginning, Brett treated you like a princess, but in the end he tossed you to the side, as if you were nothing. Tears filled your eyes and you shut out any thoughts of either of the boys.

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That ya got, got, got it bad

Valentina and Erza didn’t believe a single denial you’d told them. They were glad to see you opening your heart to someone new. It was quite obvious that your crush on Tom wasn’t going to end anytime soon. 

“You’re going to have to face the reality someday, Y/N/N,” they explained as you walked to your next lecture.

“I can wait,” you picked up your pace, walking farther away from the two.

“You’ve got to own up to it,” Erza said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ve got it bad,” Valentina appeared by your side once again. 

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

Give up, give in Check the grin you're in love

This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love

“No chance, no way,” you shook your head in denial, “I won’t confess anything.”

“Give up, it’s so obvious. The grin on your face is practically screaming ‘I’m in love,’” Erza rolled her eyes.

“Nope,” you dashed to your lecture, leaving Erza to laugh by herself.

You're doin' flips read our lips You're in love

You're way off base I won't say it

She won't say she's in love

Get off my case I won't say it

Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Days turned to weeks, that turned into months. Valentina and Erza wouldn’t stop bothering you about Tom. You tried to get them to believe they were wrong, but they wouldn’t give up. You had to block out any romantic thoughts of Tom, knowing you would fall even harder.

“Hi, Y/N. Valentina and Erza, is that their names?” Tom approached you, and you nodded in response, “They told me you wanted to hang out some time, kind of like a date.” The two of you were blushing.

“Uhm, if you want, but can we take it slow?”

“Yeah, of course,” he rubbed the back of his neck, letting a curl fall in front of his forehead, “See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you,” you smiled gently.

You finally allowed yourself to accept that you were in love, but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

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.

HEYY! Saw your prompt list, loved all the options and was hard to pick because you’re such a good writer. However I did manage to pick one 😂 number 94 baby open the door . I mean whatever and however you wanna to write it, really, but... a little request if you can don’t have to no pressure seriously!! But maybe angst in the beginning and then end with fluff??? I’m just a sucker for cute happy endings!! Thank you 💖

my fault

a/n: thank you for sending this in and reading my prompt list XD i know it’s a really long list, so thank you looking through it… i hope you enjoy this and that it’s what you wanted, lots of love

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: foul language, slut shaming, angst, fluff at the end

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94. “Baby, open the door.”

You stood at the bar, getting yourself a Campari and soda. You were trying to stay sober tonight, especially because Tom had gotten too busy with making his acquaintance with many other mobsters, hoping to get business with them. Unbeknownst to you, there was a man eyeing you from his seat across the room. He was admiring the red satin mini dress on you, the cut drooping, slightly revealing your bust. A diamond choker rested on your neck, shining confidently. Your hair was tucked behind your ear, displaying your sharp jawline. He had brought it upon himself to approach you, believing that you were just an escort. 

“Hey, there,” the tall brunette said from beside you.

“Oh, hi,” startled, you awkwardly stood with your drink in your hands, “do I know you?”

“Not yet,” lust gleamed in his eyes, “but you will. I’m William,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N,” you politely shook his hand. You looked around for Tom, but he was no where to be seen. You needed to get away from this pervert. Wanting to excuse yourself, you tried, “Excuse me, I need to head to the ladies room.”

As you put the drink down on the counter, ready to walk away, William grabbed your hand, “I don’t think so, princess. I’ve heard that excuse many times before,” he chuckled, “sluts like you deserve to be treated the way you are treated.” His face lowered, slowly getting closer to yours.

Out of instinct you tried pushing him off, “Stop it. What are you doing?”

“Just trying to show you a good time,” he twirled a strand of your hair with his finger.

“Don’t touch me,” you hit his hand out of your reach.

“Feisty one, aren’t ya? I like that,” he practically growled, moving closer to you.

In a panic, you stepped back as much as you could, trying to push him away. 

Where was Tom when you needed him? Better yet, where were his bodyguards? 

Thinking of a quick and easy way to escape, you kicked the man in the balls, dashing for the door as he keeled over. You could hear him yelling “motherfucker” and “slut” in pain. You didn’t care for the amount of commotion you made, you just knew that you were now safe.

-

Tom had heard the man scream in pain and quickly jogged over to check on the situation.

“What happened?” Tom asked, squatting to the same height of the man.

“This slut - fuck, it hurts - she kicked me in the balls and ran,” William explained, still holding himself.

“Where’d she go?”

“Out. I don’t know where, but she just left. Probably afraid I was gonna beat her ass,” he snarled.

“What did she look like? What was she wearing?” Tom asked, ready to go hunt for this girl.

“She wore a red dress and a diamond choker,” he strained.

Tom immediately knew who it was. He told his men to call off the party, and he rushed out of the room to find you.

-

You sat on your bed, mascara running down your cheeks. Tom didn’t protect you like he promised, and now, you were left alone in your room to suffer.

You stripped yourself of the red dress and diamond choker, ripping the dress to shreds and chucking the choker to somewhere you couldn’t find. You immediately took a long shower after, scrubbing yourself raw, trying to get the man’s touch and smell off of you. You hadn’t gone through the effort of taking off your makeup, but luckily, your face wash had a makeup removing proponents in it.

Your skin was red everywhere, including your face. You had taken your anger out on yourself, mad that Tom didn’t help you, his men didn’t help you, and worst off all, you weren’t able to save yourself. Indeed you kicked the man, but you let him touch you, breathe on you, and objectify you.

You lie in bed, tears drained from your body. If someone had glanced at you for one second, they would think you were dead.

-

Tom ran to their room, trying to get the door open, but it was no use. The door was locked. He heard the water of the shower, so he waited until there was no more.

The sound of your feet dragging against the floor broke his heart. You sounded tired and he knew you were.

Lightly he knocked on the door, “Y/N/N, darling?”

No response.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, love, just please, open the door so I can make this better,” he pleaded, pushing his face up against the door.

-

Although the offer was tempting, you were too tired to respond, so you just lied there, ignoring him.

“Baby, please open the door,” his voice gentle.

Annoyed by his bickering, you dragged yourself out of bed, almost falling over on your way to the door.

You unlocked the door, allowing Tom access to the room. He immediately opened the door and got a fast glance at your face. Your face was a blazing red and the life looked drained from your eyes.

“Darling?” He was concerned, feeling guilty for leaving you alone at the party. He should’ve been more careful and, instead of trying to get business, made sure you had bodyguards to protect.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve been with you and protected you from that asshole. Did he hurt you?” Tom slid in bed beside you and instinctively, you moved further away.

He didn’t take it to offense even though it hurt him. He knew you’d just when through a rough situation and no one was here to comfort you. 

“I know that you’re mad at me, but please, just tell me if he hurt or violated you in any way,” his hand reached to your arm and slowly began to stroke the raw skin. You flinched in pain, bringing Tom to a halt, “Did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, throat still sore from sobbing.

“Oh, darling, I’m so fucking sorry,” Tom couldn’t bear to watch you in pain, “it’s all my fault. I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry, love, so, so sorry,” he sobbed.

Feeling guilty, you responded hoarsely, “It’s not your fault, Tommy. You were just doing your j-,” you stopped to cough, “job,” you finished.

He handed you his water bottle, telling you to drink up.

“I’ll never leave you unguarded ever again. I will stay by your side forever from now on,” his arm wrapped around your waist, turning you to face him, and you responded to his warmth, snuggling into him.

“I know you will,” your hand gently stroked his face, “I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

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.