Happy Birthday, Tom Holland!

happy birthday, tom holland! 

(june 1st, 1996).

funny lil story from my irl experience:

so during lunch, my sister said that she finished her paper (she’s in college / i’m younger than her) that was 1000+ words in about 2 or more hours, and i said, “only 1000 words?” she was like “you can’t even write 1000 words.” i replied with “whatever,” but only on the inside i was like “lol ok buddy. I write 1000+ words almost every other day.” and that’s it. in my opinion it was funny but it probably isn’t. 😂

my gif 🥰

can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.

cheesy spoilers pt.2

a/n: this was so long... it took me like 3 hours to finish it, so hopefully it’s up to standards... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: minimal sexual innuendos, swearing, nervous tom

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pt.1 | p1.2

You awoke to the aroma of delectable foods coming through the cracks of the door. Your eyes fluttered open only to shut after meeting the beam of light peeking through the curtains. You groaned, shuffling under the covers, not wanting to get up.

You heard the door creaking as your brunette boy stuck his head into the open space between the door frame and the door. His eyes focused on you, he saw your figure under the large white blanket. Quietly, he tip-toed over to you and hopped onto your body, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Tom,” you moaned.

“Fuck, darling, do that again,” he sighed.

“Stop,” you blushed, “Get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“How rude,” he scoffed, standing back up.

You giggled and took his hand before he hoisted you out of the bed. He dragged you to the dining table, plates neatly displayed at two seats across of each other.

“For you, m’lady,” he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “Did you do all of this? Just for me?”

“Well, I had some help from Sam, but I did most of the work. Besides, why wouldn’t I do this for you?” He smiled proudly.

“I love you so much,” you gushed, “But we’ve been together for years now. There’s no need to be extra.”

“Anything for my love. Now, less talking and more eating,” he declared as he dug into his plate of food.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while eating your brunch, only sounds of chewing or the knife cutting your meal occasionally filling the air. You would look across at Tom from time to time. He looked quite nervous about something as you could hear his leg bouncing under the table.

“Anything wrong, Tommy?” You asked, concerned.

He seemed shocked but answered, “No, nothing wrong at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself,” he smiled before getting lost in his train of thought once more.

You couldn’t seem to put your finger on what he was so worried about. You tried to think back to the night before, but your memory was foggy. You couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

You felt like you were missing something crucial from the conversation. You focused on the conversation, hoping it would help you put the pieces together, but to your dismay, you could only remember getting tired and falling asleep in Tom’s arms. You shrugged it off and finished your meal.

Tom stood from his seat, plates and utensils in his arms, walking towards you.

“Finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grabbed your own dishes before he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. You go and get ready. I’m taking you out for a stroll somewhere you’ll love and then to dinner,” he took your plates and piled it into his arms.

You watched his back as he left to do the dishes. As much as you loved the boy, he annoyed you by always pushing you away when you offered to help. Rolling your eyes, you did as he instructed.

You walked out of your room, hair neatly curled and wearing a floral square neck sundress. Your white Chelsea boots clicked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m ready, Tommy,” you announced, stepping into the room.

“Perfect, I just finished,” he said, wiping his hands on the washcloth.

He turned around to face you and was rendered speechless. His eyes were wide and tinted with admiration. He blinked, scanning his eyes over your form.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

“Let’s get going,” he chuckled, finally moving from his state of awe. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You giggled, blushing as you gently slapped his chest. As you reached the door to your home, you grabbed your round, straw shoulder bag and placed your phone and wallet into it. Tom grabbed the keys to his Audi, starting it up after leaving the house. You sat beside him in the passenger seat, staring at the neighboring homes as you drove by. Soon those homes became cars then trees. 

“Where are we?” You asked.

“The Hill Garden and Pergola. You’ll love it.”

He parked the car and the two of you got out of the vehicle. He grasped your hand, leading you to the vast green land. When you entered, you did love it. There were beautiful shades of greens and occasional pops of colors from the flowers. You walked through the structures and into a large space. Pillars surrounded an empty center and supported to gridded roof. Past this area was a round structure with a teal dome ceiling.

“C’mon, Tommy,” you took your boyfriend’s hand, rushing him towards it.

A bright smile lit up your face while Tom looked nervous and frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his left hand remained in his pocket, grasping an object. In the confined, isolated space, he found this as a perfect opportunity.

“Y/N,” you turned to face him, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, and we’ve been together for 6 years now.” He got down on one knee, revealing a red leather box with the word Cartier in gold on it. He opened the box, “I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been the love of my life ever since we were only teenagers. I want to have children and grow old with you. If you’ll do me the honor, that is.”

Tears filled your eyes, hands cupping your mouth. Your words came out as strange slurs and sobs. You resorted to nodding and stuck your hand out for him to slip on the ring. He stood for his stance and pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air before connecting his lips with yours.

“Thank you so much, love. You’ve no idea how blessed I am to get a girl like you,” he spoke, your foreheads resting against each other.

“No, thank you, Tommy,” you sputtered.

Lost in the moment, you hadn’t noticed the small crowd that filled the area. They had started clapping and whistling, catching your attention. You laughed and smiled, waving at them. As the two of you exited the structure, many people congratulated you. A group of girls hid on the side, crying and whining in jealousy. They glared at you as you walked by, but you weren’t fazed by it, too consumed in the proposal.

Tom drove back to town, valeting the car as you arrived at the building. He led you into the it and up an elevator to 31st floor. The metallic doors opened, displaying the restaurant Aqua Shard. Remembering the familiarity of the restaurant, you realized it was rather expensive, in your opinion.

“No, I couldn’t,” you tugged on your fiancé’s arm.

“Yes, you can. Besides, I already have a reservation,” he objected.

“Fine but you can’t make me waste your money,” you snapped.

“You’re not wasting any of my money. You’re worth it, all of it,” he leaned down, gently kissing you.

The waitress behind the pedestal brought you to your seats. You had a perfect view of River Thames and Tower Bridge. You were also able to watch the the burst of pink and orange fill the sky as the sun set. 

You ordered the most affordable dishes they had. You’d gotten pearl barley risotto, which surprisingly was able to fill your stomach. Tom offered to get dessert but you denied. Obviously, he thought you were acting obnoxiously and bought it anyway.

“Ugh, I’m so full but it looks so good,” you groaned.

“It’s for you, darling. Dig in,” he pushed the dish towards you.

“You’re trying to stuff me,” you argued but tasted the chocolate and toffee tart. “Fuck, it’s good,” you moaned as you took another bite of it.

“I told you,” he smirked, receiving a roll of your eyes.

Tom drove back home with an overstuffed you. You felt sick from all the food that was contained in your stomach. You complained to him multiple times on your ride back. He only laughed at you and ignored your complaints.

You stepped out of the car, stretching with a sigh. You were able to digest most of the food on the long drive. Tom unlocked the door, and you rushed in to the warmth. On the counter, there were a dozen of roses with a small note attached to it: Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Tom

Then, the events from the night before came rushing back into your mind.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. 

“Oh my god! How did I forget?” You groaned.

Tom looked at you, confused, “What?”

“You told me about your gifts last night, but this morning, I forgot about it completely,” you face-palmed.

“Really? I thought you remembered, that’s why I was so stressed,” he explained.

“Well, I didn’t so it was a nice surprise,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pushed you against the wall, hips rubbing against each other. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were combing through his curls. His hands reached down to grab your ass. He squeezed it, gaining a moan from you.

He pulled away and breathlessly said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t need to reply, he was already making his way to your shared room. He slammed the door locked behind him.

Surely the next morning, you would be sore, but that’s to care for later. For now, you’d enjoy it. The night was restless. There was no silence in the house all night

better not pass this shit up

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Edit: Please keep your submissions open!

How does the prompt list work like are you writing these stories in order because I want to read the “stop pretending your ok I know your not” one

hi! so basically, you just send the number of the prompt, which in your case is number 57. then, i’ll start working on the fic based on “stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.” if there is a specific scenario / plot / pairing you want in your request, you can also add that in. in short, the prompt list is just a base for you to send in requests for fics. hopefully this helped! if you want, i’ll work on the “stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not” prompt.

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.