#hollandarling writes

[hollandarling]

Teach Me - HO

Summary: Things are getting hot and heavy, and you decide that you want to try something new. Your boyfriend more than happy to be your teacher. Translation//Semi-awkward first bj story

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Innocent!Reader??)

Warnings: Smut from the first word basically and lots of good old fashioned curse words :))) Insecurity? Just not being sure of your abilities ig?

Word count: 1.5k+ of straight smut. Honestly.

A/N: Based off of THIS ask, so wherever you are, anon, cannot thank you enough for giving life to this concept and i HOPE i did it justice

Soft, delicate kisses. Needy touches. Harrison’s fingers digging into your waist as you grind against him on his lap: the familiar position you’ve found yourselves in the last several times you’ve spent any time alone together—your lips barely taking any time away from each others’.

You move to kiss across his jaw, allowing your tongue to softly brush against his skin with each touch of your lips. He tenses up beneath you, his skin flushing a soft shade of pink, and you notice. You definitely notice something poking up in his lap. A smirk spreads itself across your face, the false sense of power going straight to your head.

In all of its “spoke too soon” glory, Harrison wasn’t having any of that. He makes sure to take the authority card back, grabbing your ass ,(only causing a small, arguable, shriek) and kissing that sweet spot on your neck. You’re panting in his ear, and he can’t think about anything but how pretty you sound when he’s doing this to you—and he can’t believe this is the first time he’s hearing it. It’s as if he spent his entire life deprived of that beautiful sound and he never wanted to stop hearing it.

“I—,” you start. “I want to try something new.”

“Alright, darling. Tell me,” he presses, still consumed in marking up your neck.

You shake away the shyness creeping up inside you and decide it’s best to just come out with it.

“I want to feel what it’s like to take you in my mouth…” You cringe slightly as it comes out, immediately scrambling to rephrase the words to soften the blow, anticipating a negative reaction. “I’ve always wanted to try it, and I want to try it with you…if that’s alright?”

You feel him freeze in his movements, taking several seconds before coming to face you, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

“Y—what—I mean—You’ve never??” If a keyboard smash could occur in someone’s brain, that is exactly what was going on in Harrison’s at this very moment.

You shrug your shoulders and give your best doe-eyed look, climbing off of his lap and pulling at the collar of his button up to guide him to stand up off of the couch. His mouth still lies partly agape in shock, but the giddiness is radiating off of him; proving his eagerness for the challenge.

You sink to your knees in front of him, breathing slightly ragged from the nerves of excitement running through you. A hand comes up to stop you before you can unzip his jeans.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want you to teach me.”

His head falls back at the thought, a guttural groan stirring up from his throat from the sheer torment of finding restraint in this moment to be patient and not take matters into his own hands like he oh-so-desperately wanted to. He let’s out an exasperated sigh, nice and slow to settle the heart beating out of his chest and get a proper grip on himself.

He looks down at you again, who is smiling the most innocent smile up at him. Brain going blank at that, he simply nods, giving you permission to continue.

You unzip his zipper as slowly as you possibly can, purposefully toying with him while you have the advantage.

“Jesus Christ, love.” The suspense was maddening, firing him up when he couldn’t afford to be pushed.

You giggle, knowingly, and pull his jeans and underwear down to pool at his ankles. His cock springs free, prompting a small gasp at the sight of him. Your hand naturally coming up to grip hesitantly around the base of him, purely acting on a mind of its’ own. You softly stroke him with one while the thumb of the other wipes at the pre-cum already leaking out of the tip.

“God, you’re already doing better than you think.”

“Haz, tell me how to make you feel good,” you whine. Impatient as ever, but that only intoxicated him more.

“It might be easier on you if I sit, y’know, give you more leverage and all.” He’s rambling, but can’t really begin to care.

“Then sit.” You give no room to debate, making him suck in a breath for the umpteenth time in the last 5 minutes.

He just stares at you as you scoot on your knees to get closer to him once more. Forgetting that he has a job to do.

‘Well?”

“RIGHT, alright, darling. You want to start—fuck—start by flattening your tongue and dragging it from the  bottom to the tip, get me wet so—holy mother of—just like that.”

You do as you’re told, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin as you flex your tongue, harshly dragging it up his length. You marvel at the way he falls apart with the simplest touch. Never having known before that you could make someone feel that way. It was euphoric. Addicting. You wanted to do more.

“Now do the same over the tip,” he continues. “Then suck, softly.” He feels your lips close around him in just the right way and he flinches, unable to keep from muttering a string of curses.

“Feels so good, angel,” he praises—in utter disbelief that this was the first time you’d done this.

One hand of his gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail as your lips slowly slide off of his tip. You look back up at him expectantly and he can barely get the words out.

“Use a hand, at the base. Just stroke, you can twist a little but just a little. Uhh… you want to suck again, but this time go farther, u-until you meet your hand.”

You follow his instructions, his hips instinctually thrusting into your mouth causing you to cough a little in surprise—your hand keeping you from choking completely.

He pulls your head back and off of him quickly, in concern. “Love, I’m so sorry. I’ll be careful, I j—“

“Haz, its fine! Stop worrying and let me suck you off like you deserve, damn it.”

His jaw practically hits the floor, his free hand grabbing himself as it spasms at your words. He doesn’t argue, softly guiding his cock back to meet your lips. You repeat your previous motion, anticipating his reaction this time, and handling it with ease.

“Alriight,” he breathes. “Now you want to bob up and down, hollow out your cheeks a bit, let the head hit the roof of your mouth. Keep moving your hand…just—move your tongue however it feels right.”

You make the adjustments, sucking in your cheeks and letting him hit deeper just as he asked.. You suck slightly, and you feel him pull at your hair tighter. You groan at the feeling, only to feel him thrust into you again at the vibrations.

“Fucking hell,” he curses, again. Accidentally shoving himself into the back of your throat.

You gag, but continue, relatively un-phased.

He looses himself in watching his pretty little angel doing every dirty thing that falls from his lips. The innocence of the squeaks you make when he twitches in your mouth is driving him insane. Something driving him overboard in the way you’d sweetly, filthily, look up at him with tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

Your tongue flicks against that spot and that familiar rush is overwhelming him.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he chokes out, “You’re gonna wanna stop.”

You don’t. Instead, grumbling back so he gets the point, and moving your mouth even faster. Drool is dripping down from your lips, lubricating your hand as it works in perfect harmony with your tongue.

It’s all he can take, seeing the determination on your face as you take him so fucking well. His eyes squeeze shut, relishing in the borderline-overstimulation and feels himself burst sharply in your mouth. You suck him through his high, swallowing every last drop before pulling off of him with the proudest damn grin he’s ever seen.

His chest heaves and he releases your hair back down, his hands falling down to his lap after pulling his pants back up.

“Was that okay?” Self doubt prevalent now that the heat of the moment had calmed down.

He guides you to stand up with him, only to swiftly scoop you up and plop you back down on the sofa so you were comfortably reclining on the arm of the sofa, fully underneath him.

“You were fucking incredible, my god. You looked so pretty with your lips around my cock, angel. So fucking pretty.”

Something flutters inside of you at his words, making you squirm at the strangeness as he kisses your lips with one soft peck.

Harrison’s eyes only darken in intensity as he speaks, his finger tips dangerously running along the inside of your thighs.

“Now, I wanna see how pretty you look when my tongue is making your legs shake.”

[hollandarling]

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How to Write a Novel:  Tips For Visual Thinkers.

1.  Plotting is your friend.

This is basically a must for all writers (or at least, it makes our job significantly easier/less time consuming/less likely to make us want to rip our hair out by the roots), but visual thinkers tend to be great at plotting.  There’s something about a visible outline that can be inexplicably pleasing to us, and there are so many great ways to go about it.   Here are a few examples: 

The Three-Act Structure

This one is one of the simplest:  it’s divided into the tried-and-true three acts, or parts, a la William Shakespeare, and includes a basic synopsis of what happens in each.  It’s simple, it’s familiar, it’s easy to add to, and it get’s the job done. 

It starts with Act I – i.e. the set-up, or establishing the status quo – which is usually best if it’s the shortest act, as it tends to bore audiences quickly.  This leads to Act II, typically the longest, which   introduces the disruptor and shows how characters deal with it, and is sandwiched by Act III (the resolution.)  

The Chapter-by-Chapter

This is the one I use the most.  It allows you to elucidate on the goings on of your novel in greater detail than the quintessential three act synopsis generally could, fully mapping out your manuscript one chapter at a time.  The descriptions can be as simple or as elaborate as you need them to be, and can be added to or edited throughout the progression of your novel.

Can easily be added to/combined with the three-act structure.

The Character Arc(s)

This isn’t one that I’ve used a lot, but it can be a lot of fun, particularly for voice-driven/literary works:  instead on focusing on the events of the plot, this one centralizes predominantly around the arc of your main character/characters.  As with its plot-driven predecessors, it can be in point-by-point/chapter-by-chapter format, and is a great way to map out character development.  

The Tent Moments

By “tent moments,” I mean the moments that hold up the foundation (i.e. the plot) of the novel, in the way that poles and wires hold up a tent.  This one builds off of the most prevalent moments of the novel – the one’s you’re righting the story around – and is great for writers that want to cut straight to the action.  Write them out in bullet points, and plan the rest of the novel around them.

The Mind Map

This one’s a lot of fun, and as an artist, I should probably start to use it more.  It allows you to plot out your novel the way you would a family tree, using doodles, illustrations, and symbols to your heart’s content.  Here’s a link to how to create basic mind maps on YouTube.

2.  “Show don’t tell” is probably your strong suit.

If you’re a visual thinker, your scenes are probably at least partially originally construed as movie scenes in your head.  This can be a good thing, so long as you can harness a little of that mental cinematography and make your readers visualize the scenes the way you do.

A lot of published authors have a real big problem with giving laundry lists of character traits rather than allowing me to just see for myself.  Maybe I’m spoiled by the admittedly copious amounts of fanfiction I indulge in, where the writer blissfully assumes that I know the characters already and let’s the personalities and visuals do the talking.  Either way, the pervasive “telling” approach does get tedious.

Here’s a hypothetical example.  Let’s say you wanted to describe a big, tough, scary guy, who your main character is afraid of.  The “tell” approach might go something like this:

Tommy was walking along when he was approached by a big, tough, scary guy who looked sort of angry.

“Hey, kid,” said the guy.  “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied.  

I know, right?  This is Boring with a capital ‘B.’  

On the other hand, let’s check out the “show” approach:

The man lumbered towards Tommy, shaved head pink and glistening in the late afternoon sun.  His beady eyes glinted predatorily beneath the thick, angry bushes of his brows.

“Hey, kid,” the man grunted, beefy arms folded over his pot belly.  “Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied, hoping the man didn’t know that he was ditching school.

See how much better that is?  We don’t need to be told the man is big, tough, and scary looking because the narrative shows us, and draws the reader a lot more in the process.  

This goes for scene building, too.  For example: 

Exhibit A:

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony.  It was a beautiful night.

Lame.  

Exhibit B: 

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony, looking up at the inky abyss of the night sky, dotted with countless stars and illuminated by the buttery white glow of the full moon.

Much better.

3.  But conversely, know when to tell.

A book without any atmosphere or vivid, transformative descriptors tends to be, by and large, a dry and boring hunk of paper.  That said, know when you’re showing the reader a little too much.

Too many descriptors will make your book overflow with purple prose, and likely become a pretentious read that no one wants to bother with.

So when do you “tell” instead of “show?”  Well, for starters, when you’re transitioning from one scene to the next.

For example:

As the second hand of the clock sluggishly ticked along, the sky ever-so-slowly transitioning from cerulean, to lilac, to peachy sunset.  Finally, it became inky black, the moon rising above the horizon and stars appearing by the time Lakisha got home.

These kind of transitions should be generally pretty immemorable, so if yours look like this you may want to revise.

Day turned into evening by the time Lakisha got home. 

See?  It’s that simple.

Another example is redundant descriptions:  if you show the fudge out of a character when he/she/they are first introduced and create an impression that sticks with the reader, you probably don’t have to do it again.  

You can emphasize features that stand out about the character (i.e. Milo’s huge, owline eyes illuminated eerily in the dark) but the reader probably doesn’t need a laundry list of the character’s physical attributes every other sentence.  Just call the character by name, and for God’s sake, stay away from epithets:  the blond man.  The taller woman.  The angel.  Just, no.  If the reader is aware of the character’s name, just say it, or rework the sentence. 

All that said, it is important to instill a good mental image of your characters right off the bat.

Which brings us to my next point…

4.  Master the art of character descriptions.

Visual thinkers tend to have a difficult time with character descriptions, because most of the time, they tend to envision their characters as played their favorite actors, or as looking like characters from their favorite movies or TV shows.

That’s why you’ll occasionally see characters popping up who are described as looking like, say, Chris Evans.  

It’s a personal pet peeve of mine, because A) what if the reader has never seen Chris Evans?  Granted, they’d probably have to be living on Mars, but you get the picture:  you don’t want your readers to have to Google the celebrity you’re thirsting after in order for them to envision your character.  B) It’s just plain lazy, and C) virtually everyone will know that the reason you made this character look like Chris Evans is because you want to bang Chris Evans.  

Not that that’s bad or anything, but is that really what you want to be remembered for?

Now, I’m not saying don’t envision your characters as famous attractive people – hell, that’s one of the paramount joys of being a writer.  But so’s describing people!  Describing characters is a lot of fun, draws in the reader, and really brings your character to life.

So what’s the solution?  If you want your character to look like Chris Evans, describe Chris Evans.

Here’s an example of what I’m talking about:

Exhibit A:

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, and holy cow, he looked just like Dean Winchester!

No bueno.  Besides the fact that I’m channeling the writing style of 50 Shades of Grey a little here, everyone who reads this is going to process that you’re basically writing Supernatural fanfiction.  That, or they’ll have to Google who Dean Winchester is, which, again, is no good.

Exhibit B:  

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, his short, caramel blond hair stirring in the chilly wind and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.  His eyes were wide with concern, and as he approached, Carlos could see that they were gold-tinged, peridot green in the late afternoon sun.

Also note that I’m keeping the description a little vague here;  I’m doing this for two reasons, the first of which being that, in general, you’re not going to want to describe your characters down to the last detail.  Trust me.  It’s boring, and your readers are much more likely to become enamored with a well-written personality than they are a vacant sex doll.  Next, by keeping the description a little vague, I effectively manage to channel a Dean Winchester-esque character without literally writing about Dean Winchester.

Let’s try another example: 

Exhibit A:

Charlotte’s boyfriend looked just like Idris Elba. 

Exhibit B:  

Charlotte’s boyfriend was a stunning man, eyes pensive pools of dark brown amber and a smile so perfect that it could make you think he was deliciously prejudiced in your favor.  His skin was dark copper, textured black hair gray at the temples, and he filled out a suit like no other.

Okay, that one may have been because I just really wanted to describe Idris Elba, but you get the point:  it’s more engaging for the reader to be able to imagine your character instead of mentally inserting some sexy fictional character or actor, however beloved they may be.

So don’t skimp on the descriptions!

5.  Don’t be afraid to find inspiration in other media!

A lot of older people recommend ditching TV completely in order to improve creativity and become a better writer.  Personally, if you’ll pardon my French, I think this is bombastic horseshit.  

TV and cinema are artistic mediums the same way anything else is.  Moreover, the sheer amount of fanart and fanfiction – some of which is legitimately better than most published content – is proof to me that you can derive inspiration from these mediums as much as anything else.

The trick is to watch media that inspires you.  I’m not going to say “good media” because that, in and of itself, is subjective.  I, for example, think Supernatural is a fucking masterpiece of intertextual postmodernism and amazing characterization, whereas someone else might think it’s a hot mess of campy special effects and rambling plotlines.  Conversely, one of my best friends loves Twilight, both the movies and the books, which, I’m going to confess, I don’t get at all.  But it doesn’t matter that it isn’t good to me so long as it’s good to her.   

So watch what inspires you.  Consume any whatever movies, books, and shows you’re enthusiastic about, figure out what you love most about them, and apply that to your writing.  Chances are, readers will find your enthusiasm infectious.

As a disclaimer, this is not to say you get a free pass from reading:  I’ve never met a good writer who didn’t read voraciously.  If you’re concerned that you can’t fall in love with books the way you used to (which, sadly, is a common phenomenon) fear not:  I grappled with that problem after I started college, and I’ll be posting an article shortly on how to fall back in love reading.

So in the meanwhile, be sure to follow my blog, and stay tuned for future content!

(This one goes out to my friend, beta reader, and fellow writer @megpieeee, who is a tremendous visual thinker and whose books will make amazing movies someday.)

[carrotmakar]

Fave Tom Holland/Peter Parker writers? (I'm kinda new to the fandom)

Okay so this is gonna be long because I follow a lot of people and every single person that I follow (that writes ofc) is an amazing writer! Most of these write for more than just Tom but he’s included so I’m including them :) (honeslty, all of their works regardless of the fandom are great and they may even make you fall in love with another fandom as well - i read star wars stuff because of alex now and i began readin stuff about shawn again because of adeline so)

Reminder that these are in no particular order

Also, I know that there’s absolutely no way that I got everybody, I was trying to get this done as fast as possible so that I could recommend some amazing writers, so if I didn’t tag you, I still love you <3

@darthstyles, @worldoftom, @angelic-holland, @farfromparker, @punani, @watchmegetobsessed, @mobbinholland, @allegra-writes, @tomsrebeleyebrow, @hollandbaby, @lovelytholland, @underoos-shield, @mrs-hollandstan, @spideyyeet, @madmadmilk, @terrifictomholland, @angel-spidey, @tom-holland-is-spiderman, @spectacularlyspidey, @hazmyheart, @creatively--challenged, @allthingsdadtom, @dreamytom, @hollandarling, @lovabletomholland, @euphoria-parker, @softytom, @bi-writes, @parkershoodie, @marvelouspeterparker, @tomhollandsmut, @screamholland, @parkeraul, @wazzupmrstark, @londonspidey, @spideesenses, @thirsttrapholland, @ptrbprkrs, @spideysrogers, @sunflowerhollands, @plushparker, @hazzy, @naturallytom, @starlightparker. @stuckonspidey, @pastelpeter, @angelhaz11, @lovehollands, @parkerprotectionprogram, @neverlandparker, @parkerroos, @h-osterfield, @dahliaspidey, @eeyore101247, @keepingupwiththeparkers, @friendly-neighbourhood-biderman, @marvelousell, @cumholland, @petersspidey, @euphoriaparker, @srsly-stilinski, @thollandss, @liberty-barnes, @tommmholland, @lauras-collection, @tomhollandd, @thinkoutsidethebex, @selfcarecap, @sunflxwer99, @peeterparkr, @waitimcomingtoo, @kelieah, @parkersbliss, @captainmarvels, @blissfulparker, @cosmicholland, @t-lostinmendes, @hollandsamor, @parkerpeter24, @peterspideyy, @cunaeparker, @spideygirl2003, @hollandroos, @the-crazy-fanfictionist, @quackeroos, @angel-holland, @stardustom, , @sleepyhollands, @tonguetiedholland, @t-holland2080, @fallinfortom, @fancyxholland

[hollands-spidey]

Harrison Osterfield Writers pt.2

@thollandthot

@terrifictomholland

@cali-holland

@sweetlysilent

@sunshinehollandd

@parkerpeter24

@stuckonspidey

@starksparker-archive

@softspiderling

@sleepyhollands

@rosyparkers

@peterplanet

@peeterparkr

@parkersharthook

@parkersbliss

@osterfieldnholland

@nothingbutimagines

@mrs-hollandstan

@moorehollandplz

@mcumendes

@marvelouspeterparker

@marvelousell

@madmadmilk

@loserparker

@londonspidey

@keepingupwiththeparkers

@imagine-lovebug

@hollandsosterfield

@hollandorks

@hollandlovely

@hollandbaby

@hollandarling

@hilllsnholland

@heyhihellowhatsup0

@hotforharrison

@grandmascottlang

@duskholland

@dlwritings

@dahliaspidey

@definitely-not-black-cat

@champagneholland

@bi-writes

@angelhaz11

@parkers-gal

@hollandharrison

@lovemelikeyou1997

@chaoticpete

@softholand

@multiholland

@grussell63

[sunkissedpages]

thank you guys for 3k followers!!! there are so many of you now what the heck!!!!

i haven’t done a celebration/blurb night in a hot sec so i thought i’d host one bc this is a rlly big milestone for me!!! feel free to send me blurb requests from the prompt lists down below:

smutty prompts a 

smutty prompts b

a lil bit of everything

misc

or send me something original!!

i write for tom & co, zendaya, peter parker, and am open to others depending on who they are!!

thank you so much again!!! i love you 3000

i’ll be tagging posts from the celebration as wazzupmrstarks3k if you want to block it

tagging some pals below the cut:

*shoutout to my beautiful and talented gf @httpchrisevans for making me this incredible gif i love it and you sm

@httpchrisevans @honeymoonparker @stuckonspidey @definitely-not-black-cat @softholand @screamholland @dahliaspidey @hazinhoodies @hey-its-grey​ @moorehollandplz​ @mcumendes​ @hollandarling​ @uglypastels​ @starsholland​ @nevertoofarfromivar​ @hadestownonbroadway​ 

[blissfulparker]

Omg congratulations hun, that’s crazy! 🥺♥️ can I please get a 💐 and a 🌱 ? Sending lots of love your way!

💐for a blog compliment

Your blog is gorgeous as always! You are always so kind and your writing is beautiful as always💗

🌱for a fic rec

Christmas treats by @hollandarling

[definitely-not-black-cat]

Location

This is my entry for @hollandarling ‘s Harrison Osterfield’s playlist writing challenge! I hope you like it!!

Word Count - 1189

Warnings - Smut

I’ll be home in about thirty minutes if you want to come over?

The text was innocent enough, but Harrison knew your intentions were the furthest thing from. He smirked at his phone for the hundredth time in the last few minutes before sending you a response letting you know he’d see you then. He was out with Tom and Harry, but he knew they’d understand if he split early. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with his friends, but if he had the chance of getting laid, which he did, he’d take it, no questions asked.

You were an enigma to Harrison. He’d never met anyone that he’d meshed so well with so quickly. There was just something about your vibe that put him at complete ease with you. It was a beautiful, once in a lifetime connection that had Harrison borderline obsessed with you. Not that he would ever admit that to you or anyone else. Ultimately, he respected his relationship with you. Sure, he wanted more, but he’d never push that, and nevertheless, he was comfortable with what you had.

“I’m gonna head out, mates., Harrison smirks, putting down a bill to cover the drinks he’d had while hailing an uber.

“Yeah, yeah. We get it mate, booty calls” Harry quipped, earning a high five from Tom and a chuckle from Haz.

“Good one. I’ll see you two later.” Harrison nods, shrugging into his jacket, and heads out of the bar, climbing into the uber.

You knew Harrison wouldn’t say no to you. He never really did. He seemed to like your little...arrangement just as much as you did. No matter when it was, or how far you were, if you called, he came. More than once if you had anything to say about it. Thirty minutes after you’d sent the text, almost on the dot, there was a knock on your door. With a coy smirk, you welcomed those intoxicating blue eyes into your home. You were wearing a short, silky robe, and his eyes trailed down your body slowly, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You giggled to yourself.

“You like this? Picked it out with you in mind.” You teased, running your fingers along your slightly exposed chest, voice full of your intentions.

“It’s lovely, darling. You’re too good to me. Spoil me too much.” He grabbed your hip, pulling him into you before brushing his lips against yours.

“And you haven’t even seen what I have on underneath this, yet.”

He growled when you nibbled on his bottom lip playfully, only pulling your mouth from his to pull his shirt over his head. Your fingers traced his muscles slowly, filling him with a desperate agony. He wanted, needed, more of you or he’d burst. As if you could sense this, you pushed him onto the couch, a few steps behind him, and he fell onto it with a huff of breath. Your mouth immediately went to work, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his torso, lingering just above where his jeans were resting on his hips. He could feel the blood rush to his cock, becoming painfully hard within seconds. It never ceased to amaze him how fast you could get him going, but he was sure this was a new personal record. He tangled his fingers messily in your hair, pulling your mouth back to his so that he could push his tongue against yours lustfully. You let out a light moan, and he struggled not to take you then and there.

“Think we’re going to make it to the bed this time? Or will we end up on the floor again?” You teased playfully, earning a smirk from Harrison.

“I guess that all depends on when this little number comes off.”

“It can come off right now if you ask nicely enough.” You responded quickly, moaning when he attached his skillful mouth to your neck, sucking a deep hickey there.

With confidence, you stood, untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor, revealing your black, lacy lingerie set. You’d bought it earlier that day, knowing that you wanted to invite him over. You giggled seductively as his eyes nearly popped out of his head, hands not hesitating to find your hips and pull you to sit on his lap. He brushed your hair over your shoulder, placing soft kisses there before leaning back, pulling off his pants, leaving the both of you in your underwear. His eyes explored your body, a smug expression dancing on his face as he did. Your heart thudded heavily in anticipation, knowing what was coming.

Harrison was always careful with you, and this time was no exception. He pulled your matching bra and panty set off, fingers trailing through your wet heat. You let out a whine, head falling back as he pressed a thumb to your pulsing clit. Rocking your hips into his, you moaned as his hardened dick created a delicious friction between you. When you felt wet enough, Harrison tapped your thigh, encouraging you to sit up a little bit. He held his dick as you slowly slid down onto it. Letting out a low whimper, you gave yourself a few minutes to adjust before beginning to bounce on him. His fingers wrapped tightly around your hips, helping guide your pace as he met you halfway with the snaps of his hips. It wasn’t long before you were both nearing your highs, chasing them desperately as your moans, grunts, and whines filled the otherwise silent room.

Panting, you leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone before slowly raising yourself off of him, both of you moaning softly as you were still sensitive. You laid down on top of his chest, smiling into him as he wrapped his arms tightly and protectively around you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, placing a few soft kisses on the top of your head while mindlessly drawing circles on your still bare back. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, his tender movements making you sleepy.

“Hey, Y/N?” He spoke, making you frown. In all the time you’d known Harrison, he’d never sounded like this. He sounded unsure, maybe even insecure, and you hated it. Leaning up, you looked him in the eyes, knowing this had to be a serious conversation.

“What’s wrong, Haz?”

“I was just...wondering...if you’d let me take you out sometime? Like, on a real date?” He averted his eyes, unable to look at you, and it broke your heart.

“Haz, I-”

“I know it’s not how we normally do things, and I understand if you don’t want to. It’s just...you’re gorgeous, and I really like you, and I guess I was just hoping that you’d give me the chance to-” He rambled until you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. For the first time ever, there wasn’t any heat or intensity in your kiss, just simple, sweet vibes neither of you had ever felt before.

“I’d love to go out with you. Just send me the location.”

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[morningbluue]

saved - h.o.

summary: sometimes love doesn't fade away, no matter how long you have been apart and no matter what happened between you

word count: 3,1k

warnings: swearing, fights, break up, angst

A/N: for @hollandarling’s haz’s spotify playlist writing challenge!! :) inspired by the song saved by khalid. let me know what you think!!

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You are staring at his contact in your phone, sitting on the little roof in front of your old room – the place that was once his and your favorite place to go whenever things got hard. The two of you sat here and talked about everything and nothing or you just stared at the sky in silence, but it didn't matter because at least you were together.

But now – a few years later – everything is different. The only thing that is still the same is the number you have saved in your contacts. His number is the only thing that stayed.

"I will keep your number saved-... in case you need me- or just want to talk," you mumble, repeating the words Harrison said as you broke up with each other. You lock your phone, throwing your head back to let out a groan. 

If you could you would throw your phone away to get rid of his number and all the memories, but this damn thing is the only thing that keeps you two connected after all and you don't want to lose that. You don't want to lose the last thing you have from Harrison.

Harrison and you met in high school and you can say that it was love at the first sight. The two of you went on a few dates, fell in love with each other and started a relationship already a month after meeting. You were the dream couple in high school and all your friends from college were jealous of Harrison and you because the relationship the two of you had was a magical movie romance.

No one would have guessed that Harrison and you would break up one day because everyone was so sure that you would marry each other, buy a house and built a family, but life came in the way and the oh so perfect relationship broke into a million pieces, leaving two hurt people behind that seem like they can never fall in love with someone else again.

Life went on, but Harrison and you didn’t.

Harrison sits on the edge of the bed, looking out of the big windows and a sigh leaves his lips as his blue eyes flicker down to his phone again. He stares at your contact since minutes now, but he can’t get himself to call you.

The blonde can’t deny that he misses you like crazy, but things changed in the last years, and he isn’t ready to let you go again, even if not having you at all hurts a lot more.

Having your number saved in his phone feels like you are still a part of his life – a part of him.

When the two of you broke up a year ago you promised each other that you would call whenever you needed each other and actually there were a few calls, but they stopped when you both noticed that it hurts too much to hear the voice of the other, the wounds were still too deep.

Deep down Harrison hopes that you will call him one day to tell him that you moved on because he knows he will never move on without hearing the words out of your mouth. He can never delete your number out of his phone, and he can never let you go completely. It doesn’t matter how long he has to wait for this call, and he actually doesn’t care because he will wait, even if that means to wait for the rest of his life.

You, on the other hand, are scared for a call like this because you know that you would never cope with it. You would break right there and then if the words would leave Harrison’s mouth, but ironically you also hope that you will hear the words someday, so you can leave Harrison and all the memories you share with each other behind and start again.

To wait for something that is probably never going to happen is making the both of you crazy and at one point you start to get angry at the other because why the fuck can’t you stop loving them? Why the fuck can’t you move on? And why the fuck do you hope that you will find together again one day?

To wait for something that is probably never going to happen is destroying you slowly but surely and at one point you can’t take it anymore.

Harrison started sleeping around, breaking some hearts in the process, but he doesn’t care because his heart is still yours. You started going out whenever you had the chance, dancing with strangers and drinking until you forget Harrison’s name.

“How long has it been?” your best friend since college mumbles as she is lost in her thoughts.

You lake a sip from your coffee as you get a glimpse of her phone to see that she is looking at a picture of Harrison that he apparently just posted on Instagram and you want to roll your eyes. 

“A year, I guess,” you answer, knowing exactly what she means. You can instantly feel the pain in your chest as the words roll off your tongue. “I can’t believe you follow my ex-boyfriend on Instagram,” you add quickly.

Sara grins. “I just want to know what he is doing.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Why?” you question as you place your cup on the kitchen counter.

“The two of you are apparently still in love with each other and I need to find out how I get you two together again,” she shrugs as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

You can't help but let out a quiet chuckle. "You know that we broke up for a reason, yeah?"

She instantly rolls her eyes. "You broke up because life got in the way. Y/n, Harrison and you are meant to be, believe me. You still have his number, and he still has yours and you know why?" she waits a few seconds but you remain silent, "because you know that you will find together again. You are just waiting for the right moment."

Biting down on your bottom lip, you shake your head slightly. "I don't think so, Sara," your voice is calm but on the inside you are shaking. "I miss him, of course I do," you admit, "but we haven't talked in months and apparently this won't work out. We had our time, we had our chance and the time with Haz was amazing but some things just doesn't work out."

Your friend grabs your hand to give it a light squeeze. "I know you don't want to get hurt again, y/n, but you know as much as I do that there is a reason you still have his number, you can't deny that," she says softly.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head again. "I just- I don't know, having his number feels like he is still here, it is a sense of comfort, you know?" you whisper, blinking the tears away.

Sara pulls you into a hug immediately, rubbing your back gentle. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have started this conversation," she apologizes.

"No, it is okay, I should be over this already anyway. I'm sorry, I know you just want to help," you reply as you pull away, sending your friend a quick smile.

Sara returns the smile, getting up from the chair and stretching her hand out for you to take it. "C'mom, we are gonna distract you. What do you wanna do? Shopping? Going to the cinema? Clubbing?"

The corners of your mouth turn up into a grin as you take Sara's hand, and before you know it, you have already forgotten the blue-eyed boy that still owns your heart.

"You should call her, mate," Tom says as he walks into Harrison's hotel room to find him staring at his phone for the fifth time in the last days, and he doesn't even need to ask to know that Harrison is looking at.

The blonde scoffs as he throws his phone onto his pillow, turning around to his best friend. "I can't, Tom," he hisses, running a hand through his blond messy curls. “I can’t just call her.”

Tom furrows his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. "You can, mate, you just don't want to do it. You prefer sleeping around with girls you would never look at twice to get y/n out of your head but I got some news for you, I won't fucking help!"

"I broke up with her a year ago, why the fuck should I even call her?" Harrison asks, feeling the anger shoot through his veins.

"I don't know," Tom snaps, making a thoughtful face, "maybe because you are still head over heels for her? Maybe because you miss her terribly?" The brunette can no longer bear to see his best mate so depressed. He runs a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down.

Harrison breaks the intense eye contact with his best friend. "Why does it matter?" he questions, voice a lot calmer and softer now. Tom hit his sore point.

The brunette boy lets out a sigh as he sits down next to Harrison, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You are such an idiot that you broke up with her in the first place," he mumbles as he shakes his head, making the brown locks bounce.

Harrison chews on his bottom lip, shrugging slightly. "I needed to find myself, and she did, too."

Tom raises his eyebrows. "That is not the reason, Haz," he says and Harrison tries to stop him, not wanting to hear Tom's next words, but he fails. "You couldn't leave her anymore. Whenever you had to go you wanted to take her with you or stay with her because you knew that the constant distance would break the both of you one day. You broke up with y/n because you couldn't see her hurt, you were so damn scared that she would break and you couldn't do anything to help her."

Silence fills the room after Tom's words left his lips. Harrison stares out of the window, not even looking at the city behind the glass while Tom's gaze is laying on his best friend, and he can see how broken Harrison is on the inside.

"You need to talk to her, Haz," Tom whispers softly and a sigh leaves Harrison's lips as he nods.

“I know I have to,” the blonde mumbles as he grabs his phone to unlock it and the first thing he sees is your number. How ironic.

Tom instantly takes Harrison's phone out of his hands, making the blonde boy frown. "Personally. You are going to talk to her personally." His lips curve into a smile as Harrison rolls his eyes.

"Fine," he gives in, hitting Tom's shoulder slightly. "Thank you, mate."

The brunette hops off the bed, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You can thank me on your wedding day," he smirks, "because believe me when I say that y/n is the one for you."

Standing in front of your door, Harrison takes a deep breath, not really believing that he is actually standing here again – he hoped it would happen some day, but he didn't think it actually would. It takes him a few moments until he knocks on your door.

You let out a groan as you hear the knock, placing your cup of tea down on your coffee table. "I'm coming!", you shout as you make your way to your door to open it.

Harrison's heart starts beating faster as soon as he hears your voice, and he wants to turn around and run away instantly but you open the door before he can make a move.

The seconds you stare at each other in shock and a bit surprise feel like ages.

You do not trust your eyes as you see the blonde boy with the icy blue eyes stand in front of you and you kinda want to pinch yourself because this is a dream, right? This can only be a dream.

Harrison remembers your face as if it was his own, and he can't help himself but think that you are looking even prettier now, eyes sparkling and pink-tinted cheeks. He wants to pull you close, kiss your rosy cheeks and lips and tell you how much he missed you but he stands still, his eyes not leaving your own.

You are the first to find your voice. "What- what are you doing here, Harrison?" you stutter and run a hand through your hair.

Harrison's heart makes a joyful flip as he hears his name come out of your mouth, but he also feels how his chest contracts as he notices the pain in your voice. "I- I want to talk to you, y/n," he mumbles, biting down on his lower lip nervously. He would have never guessed that it is so hard to stand in front of you again.

You have thought millions of times what would happen if you hear these words come out of his mouth and you had plenty answers ready but right now you don't know what to say, so you just take a step aside to let him into the apartment he once called his own – he didn't actually live there, but he spent most of his time in your apartment instead of his own.

The blonde looks around quickly and he notices that nothing really changed, making him smile slightly. He takes a seat on the couch, waiting for you to sit down beside him. But when you sit down on the other side of the sofa to bring some distance between the two of you, he feels like someone ripped his heart out of his chest.

"What do you want to talk about?" you question after a few minutes silence, playing with the hem of your shirt. You would never admit it out loud but it scares you how unfamiliar the two of you act around each other. It seems like Harrison and you are strangers and not two people who had a relationship with each other for so many years.

Harrison clears his throat, swallowing thickly. "I-" he starts but stops instantly, searching for the right words but everything he can think of is how broken you look whenever his eyes meet yours. "I miss you, y/n."

You let out an annoyed laugh, staring into his icy blue eyes. "Do you, Harrison? Do you really?" You are overreacting, you know that but you are just trying to safe yourself from getting hurt again. "You broke up with me a year ago and told me you will keep my number saved in case one of us wants to talk and now you tell me that you miss me."

The blue-eyed boy closes his eyes for a second. "I tried to safe you, y/n. I broke up with you because I knew I wouldn't be home that much and I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted you to be happy," he explains.

"I hoped so fucking much that you would call me one day to tell me that you are still in love with me, but I never received this call," you hiss, your burning eyes locking with his hurt blue ones. "It fucking broke me, Harrison. You fucking broke me."

Harrison scoots a little closer, hands tugging at his curls. "I'm so sorry, y/n. Everything I wanted was you to move on and be happy. I broke my own heart when I let you go and I wished so fucking much you would call me to tell me that you moved on. I just wanted you to be happy,” he whispers, head falling into his hands, and for a split second you think that he is crying.

You bite down on your lip as you try to blink the tears away that are raising in your eyes. "I never moved on," you let out a laugh, "I could never move on. No one is like you, Harrison, and believe me when I say that I tried to find someone like you. I was so damn in love with you back in high school and in college and when you broke up with me and- fuck- I'm still so in love with you. I will probably never stop loving you."

Harrison lifts his head, blue eyes filled with tears. He grabs your hand gently to brush his thumb over your knuckles and you let him because for a quick moment everything is like a few years ago when the two of you were madly in love with each other. "And I'm still in love with you, y/n. I never stopped thinking about you, not even a second," he admits and you feel your cheeks heat up, heart racing in your chest.

"Why did you never call? Why did you never tell me or come back?" you sob, anger washing away, and Harrison gives your hand a light squeeze.

The blonde runs a hand through his locks, heart bumping fast. "I was never brave enough, it hurt too much to hear your voice and knowing that you aren't mine anymore. I was so fucking scared to hear that you are in love with someone else, even if I wanted exactly that but I knew I would never stand it."

You close your eyes to take a deep breath but before you can say something, Harrison talks again. "I'm honest, I hoped that when I stand in front of your door again one day I would tell you that I'm over you- that I moved on but now that I'm actually sitting in front of you, I know that I will never be over you, y/n."

You nod slightly, trying to take in everything that he said, and you can almost feel how the broken pieces of your heart are getting put together again just by hearing Harrison's words and soft voice. "What are we doing now?" you ask, eyes flickering back to him and you can't deny that you are afraid of the answer.

Harrison's lips curve into a small soft smile, and your heart automatically begins to flutter. "I'm not here to tell you all this and leave again, y/n," he says and you can't help but smile. "I'm here to start over again and this time I won't leave you- this time I will make you mine forever and finish the plans we made years ago."

Carefully and a bit hesitantly he interlaces his fingers with yours and pulls your hand up to his mouth to press a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and you let out a soft sigh, a smile tugging at your lips.

"You still have my number saved, right?"

[hollandarling]

Love Me — TEASER

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader | Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: One impulsive, debatably insane, problematic, life-altering kiss that has to come and fuck everything up. A CLOWN’s mission to not fall in love with your best friend.

POV: Y/N

Warnings: swearing™️. fluff? future fat maybe to smut but definitely smutty mention, drinking, DRAMA, angst angst angst, yeah

Word count: somewhere between 700-800

A/N: Alright, I’ve had pieces of this series written for forever but I haven’t actually finished anything and the idea has been in my head for like 8 months so a bitch is holding herself accountable and posting this so I actually have to write it!!! 

(GIF by notpetertingle)

You inhale deeply, breathing in the nighttime air with all the excitement of the evening running through you as you walk home. You steal glances at Tom, admiring the way his face is painted by the glow of the streetlights. Giggles and half-coherent sentences are passed between you as you walk and you’re just amazed. Amazed at your best-friend before you who can make you feel this bubbly inside.

Bubbly is nice.

A cool droplet falls from the stormy clouds above, landing square on your nose as you reach your house. Your face scrunches at the contact but quickly contorts back into a giant grin as the roadway quickly speckles. Rain! 

You turn to Tom, eyes mischievous as he raises a brow in return.

“Tommyyyyyy,” you start.

His hand is already coming up to point a refusing finger at you. “Tommy, is never a good thing…” he groans, knowing to be weary of anything that just “pops” into your head.

“You know what I’ve alwaysssss wanted to do?” Queue puppy dog eyes.

“You want to dance, don’t you?”  

His reluctant sigh is ignored* and you respond by grabbing his arm and pulling him straight into the middle of the street. 

“We’re really going to be this cheesy?” Tom does his best to act put out but fails miserably as a bright smile makes its way to the surface.

“Yessirrr. Yes we are.”

You lose your grip on his *ahem, very strong* bicep and hold out your hand to be taken, in proper gentlemanly fashion of course.

You receive an eye roll as he takes your extended hand in his, twirling you around in one swift motion. You laugh with glee, uncoordinatedly spinning back to face him, your free hand finding his forearm to steady yourself. Your fingers remain intertwined, while you lean on him for support and he doesn’t falter—distinctly proving he’s the better drunk.

The icy wind whips against your exposed skin, but Tom’s body is as hot as the pavement on a summer’s day beneath your fingertips. The rain picks up to what could only be called a torrential downpour but neither of you make a move towards your door. Your entire being involuntarily trembles and he pulls you closer into his body with a mumbled “c’mere”. And boy is it a nice body.

A fleeting thought, of course. Right?

annnnndddd nope. 

Stilllll thinking.

And now we are obsessing

!!!!!!!

This is wrong.

Dead Wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong.

wtf brain.

“You alright?” Concern is evident on his face as he LOUDLY interrupts the arguing in your head.

Some garbled syllables that are 1000% unintelligible fall out of your mouth as you try to say ten different excuses at once but you think he gets the message because his face noticeably relaxes.

Nice one.

The consciousness of your sopping wet clothes and your makeup that was slowly getting ruined becomes non-existent as your mind puts all of its brain power into N O T leaning into him in the “not-a-friend” way as you so desperately want to.

You’re existentially aware that this is the moment in a rom-com where the narrator’s voice comes to attention talking about how shit’s about to hit the fan buuuuttttt the feeling in your gut is hitting you too hard to care.

You take half a step back with momentary strength, hands shaking from holding back from him. You’re just far enough away to stare into those pretty chocolate eyes that could convince you to sign away your soul if only you could look for a moment longer. His hot breath runs across your cheek as you swallow hard, praying he can’t read into everything you’re thinking about. 

You attempt to play it off as midnight’s persuasion, and the stupid touchy-feely vibe it always brings. You try, you really do, but in the time it takes for his tongue to swipe across his lips, you feel your heart fall to your sleeve; vulnerable for the taking like never before.

Suddenly, the wall that is built up on that line you don’t cross is torn down by your own accord and you’re allowing yourself to think about how nice it’d be to taste him on your lips. You take a breath, and before you can talk yourself out of it again, you’re leaning into his touch in a way you’ve never dared to before.

[fanficparker]

500 followers Celebration

As promised... 😁...

So, guys FEEL FREE TO REQUEST A PROFILE PIC OR TUMBLR HEADER OR MASTERLIST HEADER... ON LITERALLY ANY FANDOM/ CELEBRITY/ NORMAL BACKGROUNDS LIKE NATURE OR LITERALLY ANYTHING... IN STATIC OR GIF...!!!

Last date to send request is 12 July'19.. So hurry up...!!!

Rules:

1. Hmm.. It's a follower celebration, so I guess it would be nice if you follow me... Not compulsory just a gesture of support.

2. Please explain what you want in your profile picture/header etc. properly in the ask like colour scheme, gif or static, which celebrity/character/fandom/symbol/object etc. etc. etc. In the ASK... (Feel free to Personal message me if you want any specific pic/pics to be included... Or of you struggle in explaining feel free to message me in that case too :)

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[hollandsrecs]

christmas masterlist (1)

links last checked 19/09/2020 | more masterlists

12 days of christmas by keepingupwiththeparkers

a christmas to remember by sweetlysilent

summary: you’ve never experienced christmas somewhere else, you were excited to see how the holland family celebrated it. what you didn’t expect however was to end up feeling something for tom.

christmas by peterparkerspooderman

summary: when yours and tom’s family celebrate christmas together tom has a very special question to ask.

christmas battles by starsholland

summary: a war brews between your family and tom’s over which house has the better christmas lights.

christmas day by parker-starks

summary: after spending a lovely christmas with you, tom decides he wants you to stick around. 

christmas lights by petersshirts

summary: when the christmas season starts, tom reflects on the time he has spent with you when everything was still fine.

christmas matchmaker by bi-writes

summary: under the stars, in the warmth of his arms, in the comfort of his love, with your head swimming in nothing but wonder.

christmas present by imaginesmai

summary: you receive a call on christmas and your world lights up like a christmas tree.

christmas present by starktonyx

summary: christmas sex with your husband tom on the floor right next to the christmas tree.

christmas treats by hollandarling

summary: it is your first christmas with tom as a married couple. trying to do some baking for your friends and family leads to some fun in the kitchen.

family by marvelbws

gift wrapping by imaginesmai

summary: gift wrapping is the worst part of christmas. tom is the best one.

gingerbread syrup by bby-calum

» chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

holiday cheer by naturally tom

summary: “i hate the holidays more than anything in the world and you drive me nuts because you love the holidays more than anything in the world and this is why we aren’t friends.”

last christmas by tom-holland-is-spiderman

summary: 24th of december, 1940, london. it was just as the war had begun and this would be the last christmas you and tom would have before he would be deployed. everything would change after that, but right now all you two could think about were each other.

lonely holiday by starksparker-archive

summary: it’s supposed to be yours and tom’s first christmas together but a snowstorm seems to have other plans.

merry little christmas by cosmetologynerd

one small thing by petersshirts

summary: the reader wakes up on christmas morning and only finds one small gift under the tree.

single all the way by heyhihellowhatsup0

summary: when tom finds out he has to go home for christmas, he decides to formulate a plan so he doesn’t have to run into his ex alone. you.

thank god for mistletoe by tomhollanders2013

summary: you’re apprehensive about seeing tom again after your declaration of love went awry…good thing a little christmas magic can always save the day.

the mitten tree by angelic-holland

summary: you just want to give the children at saint paul’s a great christmas, what happens when a celebrity you aren’t expecting is thrown into the mix?

traditions with a twist by wazzupmrstark

summary: meeting tom’s parents for the first time and spending the holidays with them. 

under the mistletoe by softspideys

summary: it might just take a christmas miracle to bring you and tom together.

warmth from the love by 1dswt

summary: baby holland's first christmas.

wish by parkeraul

summary: convincing tom on giving him a christmas present is practically impossible.

[sensually]

omfg if you don’t write something hot about ceo!tom soon i’m gonna loose my shit. since you talked ab it it’s the only thing on my mind and i NEED IT 🥵

okay so! @hollandarling and i are working on a 12 days of smut series and we’re gonna add a whole lot of ceo!tom (idk if you sent the one about going to his office for lunch but we’re gonna use that i think)... for now. send me some more concepts for it and i will cause i NEED !!!!!

[grussell63]

Kat’s 5K Writing Challenge

Hey Hey! Uh, yeah so I never thought I needed to make this post, but guess who’s starting into 2019 with another milestone reached? I honestly don’t understand why you’re following me, because the reason is definitely not my 3am shitposting.

You’re all amazing and I literally love every single one of you! 

To celebrate I decided to host a writing challenge! (Yay. Omg, you’re so original, Kat, how do you come up with all your ideas?) 

I have planned this way before I decided to do the One Direction Writing Challenge, so yeah, I’ll be hosting the two now because I really wanted to do this one lol.

So yeah, if this flops, it never happened, but I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! I love you. 💕

Rules and prompts below the cut! (Masterlist can be found in my Masterlist)

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me but it would be really cool if you did.

Send me an ask with the prompt/au/kiss you’d like to use, with who you’d like to write it with. I will cross them out on this post as I receive them.

2 people per prompt (If you ask nicely I’ll of course say yes although it’s already full)

You can of course use the AU’s for the prompts as well if you want to! 

You can write for any mcu character, their actors and actresses and additionally of course our two loves Harrison Osterfield and Harry Holland. (If you want to write for anyone else, just shoot me a quick ask.)

It can be an imagine, a multiple parts one shot, a Chapter of a series or whatever you want to call it.

Smut must visibly be tagged as Smut! Please only write smut if you and the character/actor are 18! 

Please add any warnings before the story and tag them accordingly.

Please do not cross tag! (For real, don’t do it, fam!!!)

Please add a read more link for longer fics (if you’re on mobile you can add [[*MORE*]] on a new line without the * and it should work)

Add an author’s note at the beginning tagging me and use the tag #hosterfields5kwc.

The official end date will be the 2nd April 2019 (maaa birthdayyy yay)

If I somehow miss your entry message me! Please! Tumblr is a bitch!

I’ll make a seperate masterlist for it and reblog your fics/imagines!

Reblog to spread the word! (Please.)

There will be 3 categories of prompts; AU’s, Dialogue Prompts and Kissing Prompts.

AU’s

Roommate AU

Neighbors AU

Soulmate AU

Fuckboy AU

College AU

Friends to Lovers AU - @afterglowparker w/ Peter Parker

Enemies to Lovers AU - @stuckonspidey w/ Harrison

Bachelor AU (Little throwback to Yellow Roses, aye?)

CEO AU

Dialogue Prompts

“I hate you.” - “Why? I’m lovely.” - @starsholland w/ ?

“You’re not my favourite person today.” - “I’m not your favourite person on any day.” - @summernykole w/ Harrison 

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” - “Not really, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” - @sincerelymlg w/ Bucky ; @thebrightfaerie w/ Harrison

“It’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.” - @wazzupmrstark w/ Harrison ; @uglypastels w/ Tom

“You’re questioning my methods?” - “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” - @queenoflostspirits w/ Peter Parker ; @gab-spidey w/ Peter Parker 

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.” - @hollandarling w/ Tom

“Why are you wearing that? Oh no, you need to go and change.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” - @noir-spiderr w/ Harrison ; @moonstruckholland w/ Peter Parker

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” - @somethingtoavenge w/ Tom ; @tinylouplusharry w/ Tom

“I heard that!” - “You were supposed to!”  - @spideymood w/ Harrison ; @marvelingnewt w/ ? 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.” - @calum-hoodwinked-me w/ Harrison

“Do you treat all your hookups like this?” - @littlemissegg w/ Harrison 

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” - @ijustreallylovezebras w/ Tom

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” - @spiderboytotherescue w/ Tom ; @redhoodparker-writes w/ Harry Holland

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” - @traveller-lover-dreamer w/ Tom ; @spidey-caps w/ Harrison Osterfield

“We need to understand that we did love each other but that wasn’t enough.” - @peppermintxparker w/ Peter Parker

“Sometimes it’s easier to let go.” - @dystopian-parker w/ CEO!Tom

“I don’t know you anymore.” - “You never did.” - @dayanacvm w/ Eddie Brock ; @zanespark w/ Tom Holland

“I love you.” - “You have an interesting way of showing it.” - @naturallytom w/ Tom ; @captinloki w/ Chris Evans

“I came back for you.” - “What an extraordinary waste of your time.” 

“We can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.” - @faefictions w/ Harrison

“We were doomed from the beginning.” - @spideyshcllands w/ Tom

Kisses

A kiss in the rain.

A kiss in the shower.

A kiss under the stars. - @fratboievans w/ Peter Parker 

A kiss after missing each other.

A kiss after confessing feelings. - @peter-man-parker w/ Harry ; @sidehowriting w/ Steve

A kiss full of lust

A morning kiss - @thothollandd w/ Tom

First kiss - @spideypeach w/ Peter Parker ; @rainbow-marvel w/ Peter Parker

Post break-up kiss - @saintlavrents w/ Harrison 

Forehead kiss - @lancsnerd w/ Thor

“I thought I lost you”-Kiss - @petersshirts w/ Bucky ; @softspideyboy w/ Peter Parker 

The first public kiss - @thequeensardine w/ Tom 

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! ❤️

Tagging a few lovely people who might help me spread the word and are down to participate: @cosmetologynerd @starksparker @noir-spiderr @dtftomholland @spiderboytotherescue @hollandroos @spxderbarnes @harryrholland @madmadmilk @queenoflostspirits @hazownsmyass @haz-thetics @urbanhaz @uglypastels @moonkissedtom @shawnh0lland @fratboievans @the-claire-bitch-project @petersshirts @sincerelymlg @peppermintxparker @thelazypangolin @traveller-lover-dreamer @tomhaz @rainbow-marvel @moonkissedtom @zendayacolemen @avvengres

[sunkissedpages]

Hiii do you have any Harrison fic recs he’s been doing stuff lately and I feel it

ofc dude i’ll be ur plug lol here are some great haz fics for ya!!! they’re organized by type + in alphabetical order- and fyi there are a lot of repeat authors on the list but their writing is just so darn good okay!!! can you blame me?? happy reading xx

oneshots

2 am by @hazinhoodies

beautiful to me* by @farfromhaz

fallin all in you by @sunshinehollandd

go karting by @h-osterfield

just breathe by @darlingosterfield

lucky date shirt by @h-osterfield

mutually haz* by @moorehollandplz

penny for your thoughts* by @angelic-holland

rejection by @nevertoofarfromivar

teach me* by @hollandarling

the v word* by @angelic-holland

word games by @dahliaspidey

you’re adorable when you’re mad* by @butwhyduh

you’re a sunflower* by @stuckonspidey

series

common courtesy* by @madmadmilk

mutually beneficial by @definitely-not-black-cat

side effect* by @darlingosterfield

the art of pretending by @h-osterfield

trust, respect, & sacrifice* by @definitely-not-black-cat

* = nsfw

[theysaywhatasadsight]

I'm sorry, the old shamelessbookaddict cant come to the phone right now. Why,cuz she's dead! Kill me sorry

Hiiii guys so I finally got around to updating my url

Tagging some mutuals so yall dont forget ne skksksks @messy-random-bitch @sectumsempra-beaches @nasarogers @bucket-barn @mcuspidey @ciarawritesmarvel @hey-its-grey @natalia-rushman

Also some people whose reading lists I'm on (I'll keep remembering these and then keep adding lmao) @sgtjbuccky @evanstarff

Andddd finally the few people whose writing challenges I'm in @emmaewatson @laureharrier @hollandarling

[justasmisunderstoodasloki]

@deleteidentity and @asmilinghopelessromantic tagged me on this and it sounds like fun. Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers! (Non-Negotiable)

1. my eyes

2. my lips

3. i like my curves 

4. i like my (not so normal) personality

5. i like it that i’m always trying to be there for everyone

so thb, tis was kinda difficult. For the last weeks i’ve been struggling with myself and i feel a lil selfish writing this about myself...

tagging: @harringtonsbaseballbat @puffpastrysucks @uglypastels @fanficparker @river-the-fox @the-chosen-half-of-one @hollandarling @forever-stuck-in--neverland @sarahparkerstark @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes