Update :)

update :)

hey guys, sorry for not posting for a couple of days. i’ve been to stressed and anxious recently, especially because i have advanced math to take, as well as SAT classes and literature. i’m currently working on a one shot of mob!tom. i plan on it being angsty :). also, i’ve been noticing my eyesight is starting to become really bad. i tend to write in the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning because it’s the most zen time for me. i can’t tell anyone about my eyesight or i’ll be forced to quit figure skating, so i’m quite ashamed in myself. stress is also getting to me because today, i had 2 emotional breakdowns. i felt like shit for an entire day. anyways, love you all for sticking around and going on this journey with me. bye! xx

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

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 ! ♥︎

my response to tom’s dating rumors

tom is a human being, not a character to design for your own. he can date whoever he wants whenever he wants. we are his fans, aka strangers who support him, not possible love interests for him to select. that is the reality of it all, so please support his decision on dating this girl whether it’s true or not. you can still imagine yourself dating tom, just don’t disrespect this girl because of your fantasies. now i’m not attacking anyone who reads tom fanfics because i write and read them myself. just don’t overthink your “relationship” with “tom.” please don’t send hate to an innocent woman who is just living her life. don’t feed the fire of hate. that’s all i’m going to say. i find it ridiculous that people are so disrespectful, just the same situation as olivia

better not pass this shit up

Everyone who reblogs this post before 1st June will get a picture of Tom Holland in their inbox

Edit: Please keep your submissions open!

deal | ncgw pt.1

a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it

masterlist                     prompt list

! teaser | pt.1 !

Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?

You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.

You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.

4:01 P.M.

You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed. 

The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.

“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”

“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”

“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.

“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”

You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you. 

You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.

You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.

Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.

He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”

“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.

“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”

Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.

“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?

“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.

“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.

“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.

“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.

Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.

“Deal.”

! next part coming soon ! 

ncgw taglist:

@itscoolayout​ @danicarosaline​ @juliebean247​ @averyfosterthoughts @spideyth @readheadwriter @spideygirl2003 @the-professional-procastinator @ptermjs @lmaotshollandd