Hey Guys! Recently Ive Been Receiving A Bunch Of Requests For Celebrities That Ive No Knowledge Of, So

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.

If I could just dieieieee in ur arms I wouldn’t mind! in your arms is so cute💗gigantenormous 😂

heheh thank you 🥰

gigantenormous def: the biggest of big 🙃

Hi!! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you can write about the reader doing some gardening and Tom sees her? I recently started it’s honestly the most therapeutic thing ever. Thank you!!

sweaty tease 

a/n: sheesh i don’t think i’m getting enough sleep because i feel like shit all the time now... enjoy the fic xx

warnings: just fluff, sOFT baby tom

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Your arm dragged over your forehead, wiping away your sweat. You were covered in splotches of dirt. The sun shone brightly against you back as you bent over, tending to your medium sized garden.

On the large white wall, three different colored bird feeders hung beside the frames of succulents. Beneath them was a small field of flowers, mostly colored with the bright green leaves. Popping out of the vast greens were hints of fuchsia and orange. 

You were very proud of how much you’d gotten done in such little time. Not only was it therapeutic but it added an aesthetic to the backyard.

You relaxed at the white Victorian table, staring at your work. You visualized improvements to be worked on but mostly admired the garden. You smiled to yourself, nodding with satisfactory.

-

Tom stood in the doorway to the backyard, eyes twinkling for admiration as he watched you work away on your garden. Your hair tied up in a messy bun left your back revealed with only the straps of your sports bra. He stared at your moist, glistening skin.

You approached the table he had bought for you weeks ago. He silently chuckled as you nodded your head at yourself.

-

You felt a pair of muscular arms engulf you from behind. The warmth sent a rush of heat through your body.

“Tommy, get off, I’m sweaty,” you whined, trying to pry his arms off of you.

“I don’t care. Can’t I hold my girlfriend whenever I want?” You could practically hear his pout in his voice.

“Yes but not when she covered in dirt and sweat,” the back of your forearm wiped away more beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. “Tommy, it’s too hot,” you complained while using most of your energy to pry him off.

“Fine but don’t come to me begging for cuddles,” his brows furrowed.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

“Hmph, why d’you have to call me out like that, love,” his arms crossed and back slouched.

“Stand up straight, I don’t want you to use the wrong muscles and break your back, bub,” your small hands moved to his shoulders to adjust his posture.

“Oh! So you can touch me but I can’t?” He asked grumpily.

Your head fell limp to the side and gave him an apathetic glare. 

“Kidding, kidding,” he quickly replied.

“Mhm,” your eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Anyways, did you see my garden? D’you like it?” You asked giddily.

“I love it, darling. It adds a nice look to our backyard,” he gently kissed you.

You pushed him away, “No! I need to shower first.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, “Then can I shower with you?”

“Fine,” you began walking back to the house when you felt his presence closer to you, “but you don’t get to touch me until we get in the shower.” With that, you dashed away. You could audibly hear him groan in frustration.

“You’re the worst, love,” you heard him shout from behind you.

You laughed and slowly stripped, delaying Tom’s cuddling time. He’d taken his clothes off in record time.

“Hurry up,” he whined, “You’re only wearing a bra and shorts! How long can taking them off take?”

You didn’t reply, only rolling your eyes. You peeled off the articles of clothing, throwing them into the twine hamper. Rolling out more time, you picked up Tom’s clothes and put them into the hamper for him.

“Oh, get in here,” he stepped out of the shower and grabbed your arm, dragging you into the moist cubicle.

The first thing he did was hold you and place light kisses on your shoulders up to your lips. You had to push him away to wash away all the sweat on you. He offered to help, to which you accepted. He gave you a head massage as he washed your gorgeous locks of hair. You pressed your body against his, feeling the tension dwindle. 

“I love you, Tommy,” you murmured.

“I love you, too, princess.”

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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happy birthday, tom holland! 

(june 1st, 1996).

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