Message ! Please Read !

message ! please read !

hi, so obviously, i didn’t post tonight. this is because i needed to take a break and i felt unwell today. i have a list of fics i need to finish or start so you guys will have a lot of content over this time. hopefully i’ll recover from feeling this way and be able to start writing once again. please stay safe and healthy during this time, my lovelies xx. i’ll be here for you if you’re bored or want to talk ! ♥︎

in each other’s arms

a/n: i tried to write something fluffy and short because i’m so drained, so i hope you like it... this was inspired by a dramione fic i read today soooo... also next week, i’m going to start my algebra class so i won’t be able to post as often anymore, most likely every other day or less... nothing can go wrong part 1 will be posted soon, i promise !!!! enjoy the fic xx

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff

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You had no idea how you got to the position you were in now. Only a few minutes ago, you were partying the night away. Now, you were locked in a room with your arch nemesis: Tom Holland. 

Ever since the pair of you were little, you had a mutual hate. It all started when he stole your toy and hid it from you for a whole day. You took your revenge by telling his crush that he wanted to give her a, and I quote, “a gigantenormous kiss.” She never spoke to him again.

You looked over at the brunette, glaring at his side profile. You couldn’t lie, his jawline was on fleek. It could probably cut through the door of this room. 

“What?” He snapped, noticing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes, looking away.

The two of you fell silent once again. You looked around the room. There was practically nothing, only a bed, desk, and a book or two. You supposed this was the room most people came to fuck.

Tom glanced at you and your wandering eyes. In the dim lighting, he found himself ogling you. Your tousled hair rested on your back, tucked behind your ear. He noticed the natural tint of pink on your cheeks. The way your eyes blinked with innocence and lips fell slightly agape.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time. 2:27 A.M. Your eyes widened in shock. How much time had already passed? Why was no one helping the two of you out?

You let a yawn rip from your lips, and you stretched your arms.

“Shut up,” the British boy hissed, turning away from you to hide his small blush.

“I’m sorry. but some of us actually sleep instead of fucking the night away,” you retorted.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not like that. Whatever your stupid fantasies about me might be like, they’re not true.”

You scoffed, “Fantasies. More like nightmares.”

You rose from the ground, walking over to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, eyeing you.

“Going to sleep, what else?”

“I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” he muttered trying to make himself comfortable.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy and considered offering the bed for share. You thought about it but shook the idea away. It would make you seem if you were starting something. As a result, you threw him a pillow and the only blanket on the bed. It was only fair. He got the floor with a pillow and blanket, while you got the bed with a pillow. 

-

Tom awoke when he heard a sneeze. All went silent once more, and his eyes slowly began to flutter shut when, “Achoo!”

He flipped over to face you. You were shivering and tucked in a ball. He started to feel concerned for you, wondering if you had gotten sick.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant about it.

“I’m just a lit-” sneeze, “little cold,” sneeze, “s’all,” you spoke, voice wavering.

He didn’t respond, and you assumed he went back to sleep before you heard shuffling from behind you.

Tom crawled into bed with you, placing his pillow next to yours. He draped the thick duvet over you, and you immediately relaxed, except for the still visible shivering.

“Oh, come here,” he groaned, pulling your body into his.

He placed your cheek against his chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Your legs tangled together and the shivering stopped. Now you were just tense from the unfamiliar sensation.

“Calm down. Just go to sleep,” he whispered in a groggy voice.

You nodded, pretending that Tom was any other guy that you’d be interested in. It wasn’t much of a struggle for you because, if you were completely honest, you started to notice more things about the boy that you adored.

Tom knew he felt something for you but was in denial for years. Instead of being nice to you to get your attention, he fucked around with you, insulting you for years to get your attention. 

The two of you fell asleep, at peace, in each other’s arms.  

update

sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been busy with school work. i’ll try to post tomorrow. i have a bunch of requests to finish so i’ll work on those. hope you guys understand. love you guys xx

I kind of feel like changing nothing can go wrong. like delete the first part and start over... idk. please comment if I should

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for anyone who doesn’t have Instagram like myself. happy late birthday Tom 🖤🕊

hey guys! recently I’ve been receiving a bunch of requests for celebrities that I’ve no knowledge of, so I’m going to clarify who I write for: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Peter Parker, Dramione, Reylo, and the Avengers Cast.