#i want tom holland for christmas

[mrs-starkgaryen]

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P.s: I chose to do this poll cuz after r&j, hamlet, macbeth and midsummer's night's dream, I didnt study any of the others.

I was curious to see which one I should read first (as I want to expand my reading and I'm getting shakespeares works for christmas which I wanted after I went to see Tom Holland's r&j which blew me away and made appreciate shakey a lot more)

I'm sorry I failed you 'much ado about nothing' fans 😭

[biancadoes1]

Before some crazy trolls go up in arms running around saying, “oh I thought SM likes didn’t matter.” Babes, we aren’t look at the PHYSICAL likes and follows, but we are looking at is patterns. I was talking to someone who works in PR once and she said that SM likes don’t matter, but what is noticeable are when patterns begin to appear or disappear. For example, the way A and that group suddenly stopped posting after the Sorrento trip, that is a noticeable and important pattern that ended, which indicated to us that something was going on.

Now, with Luke, we know that he is on and off SM at times. We didn’t see any activity from him over the holidays, except for his dump on 12/31. He didn’t go through posts that day, but now today he turns up and likes Nic’s post from Christmas. That’s becoming a pattern where we know he would have to go to her page to like a photo, whether he is tagged in it or not. This isn’t like he is scrolling through his feed and it appeared. He also liked ERK’s picture that only had Nic in it, not him, he also wasn’t tagged. This reminded me when he liked the picture of the Guinness sweater that Jack tagged Nic in the comments on. So, now this appears to be a pattern where he is liking pictures associated with her.

Finally, Tom Holland recently had an interview with Men’s Health where he explained how he didn’t like to walk the red carpet for Zendaya’s projects because it wouldn’t be about her, but about them. Here is the direct quote:

“because it’s not my moment, it’s her moment, and if we go together, it’s about us.” - Tom Holland.

We’ve said before that we believe that they do certain things for each other to avoid making their moment about “them.” I believe that’s what is happening with the SM posts. Nic didn’t like Luke’s dump because she wanted him to get attention and love on HIS own - not because of her liking or commenting. Same with Luke not liking her Doctor Who post until today. If he had liked it right away then it becomes about him and what that means. He gave her the moment she deserved, just like she does for him.

THIS is the only part about the SM observations that should matter to us.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Thank you, anon! You said it perfectly.

[thollandneedy]

Hey Bella! Hru?

First of all… the Tom Holland Masked fic you wrote

ABSURDLY AMAZING

Second, could you write a oneshot where Peter discovers that y/n has a praise kink? Thank u🩷

Good girl- Peter Parker

A/n: Literally screaming cause my favorite Peter is soft!dom Peter and UGHHHHHH YES! JUST YES! Thank you for the request btw babes 🤍 (Definitely doing a pt 2 if you guys want too)

Warnings: Make-out and suggestive content

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“Peter?” Y/n called out to her boyfriend, who was lying on the bed.

The brunette sits up when he hears his girlfriend's voice, smiles and gets up to hug her. The girl runs into the hero's arms, who greets her with a kiss on the forehead and then a kiss on the lips.

“How did you get in?” Peter asks, placing both hands on Y/n's cheeks, looking into the shining eyes of his girlfriend, who is wearing a dark blue sweatshirt.

“May gave me a copy of the key.” Y/n explains. “I have something to show you.” The girl takes out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag with the name of her college printed on it.

Peter took the paper, moving away from her so that he could read the entire document, which soon turned into a piece of joy. Parker smiled at Y/n, hugging her once more and saying:

“I knew you'd make it, love. You're good at everything you do.” Y/n's cheeks flushed, causing the girl's feet to slowly pull away from the embrace.

“It's no big deal, Pete. It was a difficult test, and I had your help.” Y/n points with the paper in her hands, putting it in her cream-colored bag once again and then leaving it on the study table next to Peter's bedroom door.

“Stop being modest, Y/n.” Peter grimaces. “You've earned it, and asking for help is never a sign of weakness.”

“Good” The girl looks down at her own feet. “Then Santa will have to give me a present in advance for my grade.” Y/n comments, remembering that Christmas was only a few days away.

“He sure will.” Parker approaches with slow steps, putting his hand on his girlfriend's waist and pulling her close to his body. “You've been a good girl”

At that moment, the world stopped. Y/n's breathing stopped, and her eyes froze in an expression of surprise. Peter tilted his head to one side, smiling at Y/n as he saw her reaction to the affectionate nickname he had given her. It was no surprise to Peter that his girlfriend liked to be complimented, because of the words of affirmation she always liked to hear, but he didn't know that such compliments could leave her speechless. The hero gently kissed the side of his girlfriend's mouth, who only responded by kissing him back. Her hands were on the collar of Peter's shirt, which had become a fulcrum for her weight. The boy allowed his tongue to slide over her lips, making the kiss wetter.

The brunette could hear Y/n's heart beating harder, holding back his instincts to just throw her on the bed and take off his winter clothes. The girl moans against the older man's kiss, who responds with a smile.

“Did you like that?” Peter asks, pulling away from the kiss, but quickly returning at the urging of his girlfriend, who messes up his brunette curls. “Did you like that I called you a good girl?”

Y/n grunted in response, as if her legs were made of jelly and her vagina became wetter with every word he spoke. Peter laughed, taking her weight in his arms and guiding her on his lap to his bed, where the sheets were already messy. Y/n couldn't quite put her finger on why she liked it, but she just knew that she liked it and wanted more. Perhaps it was the constant need for approval in everything she pursued, or the stress of the last exam grades being released.

“Keep talking.” Y/n asks.

“Talking what? Tell me what you want, princess.” Peter trailed his kisses down Y/n's neck.

His voice sounded like velvet, and his open questions still, yes, sounded like orders coming from him.

“How good I am.” Y/n says without shame at exposing her desires."How good I make you feel. How good a girl I am, how much I…” The girl's speech is cut off by a hot kiss

Peter removes his gray blouse in a hurry, throwing it on the side of the bed in an attempt to feel his body closer to Y/n's. The girl looks at him with her eyes wide. The girl looks at him with her eyes asking for touch, validation, love and care. Peter uses his index finger to trace the curves marked by the slim shirt his girlfriend was wearing under her sweatshirt. Peter lowered his eyes to the legs covered by the jeans, and again turned his gaze to his girlfriend's mouth, which, without saying it, was begging to be kissed.

“Do you want to be my good girl, love?” Peter asks with an imposing air,

“I-I do.” Y/n agrees, almost impeded by the longing for the touch.

Peter moves a lock of hair away from the girl's eyes, putting his weight against hers, allowing her to feel how hard he was. In an instant, their hips met, and all Peter could think of was the image of his girlfriend completely submissive to him.

“Then take off your clothes and kneel for me, darling”

[stevie-petey]

i just think that steve would 100% be stitching bug’s initial into his levi’s like tom holland stitches little z’s into his. it’s such loverboy behavior and i don’t think any thing has screamed steve more

steve and bug are so tom and z coded oh my GOD he 100000% does and here is how bug found out <333

enjoy !

"honey, can you pass me the chocolate chips?" your arms strain as you whisk oatmeal raisin batter. "it should be up on the shelf in the pantry."

"on it," steve kisses the base of your neck and quickly goes to find the missing ingredient. the small act of affection warms you, shielding you from the december cold.

its nearing christmas and youve been spent the last three days frantically baking your annual holiday treats. each year your list grows more and more. alex is a new addition, it had taken quite a bit of begging and pleading before he finally told you what dessert he liked (he hadnt wanted to bother you, which you find very endearing yet unneeded).

however, with the addition of alex comes also the loss of the byers. this year youre only baking two batches of oatmeal raisin, not four, and your kitchen lacks the scent of joyces favorite muffins. you miss them terribly, wills latest drawing came in the mail yesterday and you had nearly cried when you realized he drew a silly doodle of you surrounded by a million cookies and sweets. underneath the drawing will had written, save me some cookies!

"where did you say the chocolate chips were?" steve calls from the pantry.

"top shelf," you respond, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. "next to the sugar."

"i cant find them!"

he sounds distressed, you know steves trying his best to help you, and you cant help but laugh at him. he always does whatever he can to dote on you. setting the whisk down, you walk over to the boy. "here, let me show you."

steve is standing on his tip toes, arms stretched above his head as he looks for the sweets. his frame lithe and long, and his sweater rides up slightly as he strains. "i swear, i can find it-"

"whats that?" your eyes land on the hem of steves jeans. hes wearing his usual levis, the denim taut against his lower body. theyre faded from years of use, and theres something stitched onto the waistband of them that you havent seen before.

"whats what?" steve strains his head to look at you, still on his tip toes.

your fingers graze the stitch, warming his waist. he stumbles at the unexpected touch and nearly falls against you, but you dont notice any of it. all you can focus on right now is that there are small, messily sewn initials on his jeans with red string. it stands out harshly against the denims blue. the messy lines are familiar, the letters resemble the S.H. that currently resides on the sleeve of your cardigan.

"did you..." youre breathless, so in love that it threatens to suffocate you. "did you sew my initials onto your jeans?"

steve looks down, eyes widening when he realizes what youre referring to. he clears his throat, his face reddens a soft cherry hue. "oh, that? i-uh. well, you know. i-i mean, yeah."

he stumbles over his words and tries to step away, but his back presses against the shelf and hes cornered. he hadnt meant for you to see the initials, he nearly forgot about them entirely, if hes being honest. he had sewn them onto a few pairs of his jeans one night, missing you and unable to sleep. he had some spare needle and string leftover from when he sewed his own initials into your cardigan last christmas, he wanted everyone to know that he was yours, too.

and yet a small part of him hadnt wanted you to know about it. he had sewn the initials early into your relationship. steve knows youd never be cruel to him for showing so much love for you, but some days the fear of loving too hard still lingers.

seeing his fear, you grab one of steves beltloops and tug him forward, pulling his hips flush against yours. wrapping your arms over his neck, you bring his forehead to yours. "i love you."

"i love you, too." and hes put at ease. the fear dissipates, steve hasnt scared you off quite yet. he clears his throat again, allows himself to be vulnerable with you. his heart resides in the palm of your hands, he knows youll always be gentle with it, but sometimes he needs to breathe you in. steves fingers tug gently at your sleeve. "wanted to match with you."

you laugh, your entire body opens up with pure, unfiltered joy as your chest revibrates happiness. youre so in love with him that it hurts, that it blinds you sometimes. cheeks burning, you kiss the top of steves head. "youre as sweet as honey, have i ever told you that?"

"once or twice," he shrugs, trying to be coy, but his body radiates warmth and his voice drips saccharine.

you bury your face in his neck, inhale everything that he is. nose pressed to his collarbone, your lips find the smooth expanse of his skin and you kiss him softly. steve shivers at the softness, which you smile at. "think you could sew your initials onto some of my jeans?"

"only if i can get some of wheelers brownies."

"deal."

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi again! Could you possibly do a tom fic where the reader is Tom's gf but she's not famous or anything and ehe he's on the Jimmy Fallon show promoting bero she's there backstage. Jimmy kindly asks Tom if it would be ok to bring her out for the rest of the interview so tom goes backstage to escort the reader by the hand and Jimmy includes her in the interview

I tried my best. I literally wrote three drafts for this one. Then combined it. Still not so happy with the outcome but it is what it is.

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Tom taking you on the stage of Jimmy Fallon show.

The backstage green room was cozy and buzzing with quiet activity as you sipped on a cup of tea. The hum of the Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon echoed faintly through the walls, and you couldn’t help but smile watching Tom on the monitor.

He was in his element—charming, quick-witted, and completely at ease. Promoting BERO, his non-alcoholic beer, was something he was clearly passionate about, and it showed in every word he spoke.

“And there he goes,” you murmured to yourself, watching as Tom made the audience laugh again. You’d been with him long enough to know how natural this all was for him, and honestly, it was something you’d grown used to, too.

You adjusted the hem of your simple but elegant outfit, making sure everything was in place. Even though you weren’t famous, you’d walked enough red carpets with Tom to feel comfortable in the spotlight when the occasion called for it.

On the screen, Jimmy grinned at Tom. “Tom, congratulations on BERO! I’ve tried it, and I have to say, it’s really good.”

“Thanks, mate,” Tom said, flashing that boyish smile that made your heart flutter. “It’s been a labor of love. I wanted to create something for everyone to enjoy, and the feedback has been amazing so far.”

Jimmy leaned forward conspiratorially. “Now, I heard from a little birdie that your girlfriend is here backstage tonight?”

Tom’s face lit up at the mention of you. “She is, yeah. She’s been my biggest supporter. She’s been with me every step of the way.”

Jimmy’s grin widened. “Do you think she’d be okay with joining us out here for the rest of the interview?”

Tom laughed, glancing off-camera toward the backstage area, as if he could see you. “Let me go ask her. She’s used to this sort of thing, but I always like to check.”

The audience chuckled as Tom stood and walked offstage. Moments later, the door to the green room opened, and there he was, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“Hey, darling,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Jimmy wants to bring you out. Feel up to it?”

You tilted your head, amused by the way he asked like you hadn’t done this a dozen times before. “Do I have a choice, or will you just drag me into it like always?”

Tom smirked. “I’d never force you… but I do think the audience would love you. And I’d love to have you out there with me.”

You sighed dramatically but smiled, standing up. “Fine. But only because I don’t trust you to keep any secrets without me.”

He laughed, reaching for your hand. “Fair enough.”

As he led you toward the stage, you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You really don’t have to check with me every time, you know. I’ve got this.”

“I know,” he said, glancing back at you with a warm smile. “But I like to make sure. Besides, you keep me in line.”

The stage lights were blinding as Tom guided you out, and the audience erupted into cheers. You smiled confidently, giving a small wave as Jimmy stood to greet you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Y/n Y/l/n!” Jimmy announced, shaking your hand. “Welcome! Thanks for joining us.”

“Thanks for having me,” you said, settling onto the couch next to Tom. “He didn’t really give me much of a choice, though.”

The audience laughed, and Jimmy chuckled. “Tom’s persuasive, huh?”

“Very,” you replied, shooting Tom a playful look.

“Oi,” Tom said, feigning indignation. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

Jimmy leaned back with a grin. “So, tell me—what’s it like dating one of the biggest stars in Hollywood? And don’t hold back. We want all the juicy details.”

You laughed, glancing at Tom, who gave you an encouraging nod. “Honestly, it’s not as crazy as people think. Sure, there are red carpets and press tours, but at the end of the day, he’s just Tom. He still leaves his socks everywhere and forgets to replace the toilet paper.”

Jimmy beamed at you. “So, you and Tom have been dating for two years now, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you confirmed, glancing at Tom, who smiled proudly.

“And you’ve known each other since childhood?”

Tom jumped in, eager to share. “We grew up in the same neighborhood. She used to boss me around when we were kids.”

You shot him a playful look. “Only because you deserved it.”

The audience laughed, and Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Bossing Spider-Man around? That’s impressive.”

The audience roared with laughter, and Tom groaned, running a hand down his face. “Why do I feel like this is going to turn into a roast?”

“Because it probably will,” you teased, nudging him lightly.

Jimmy laughed, clearly enjoying the dynamic. “You two are adorable. So, Tom, does she ever help with your projects? I feel like she’d be the perfect taste tester for BERO.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Tom said, turning to you. “She has better taste than I do, so I always run things by her first. She’s brutally honest, though.”

You shrugged. “I’m just not going to let you release something that isn’t perfect.”

“And that,” Tom said, gesturing to you, “is why I keep her around.”

The rest of the interview was filled with laughter, lighthearted banter, and a few endearing moments that left the audience swooning. By the time it was over, you realized just how much fun you’d had.

As you walked offstage hand-in-hand with Tom, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You were amazing, as always.”

You smirked. “Told you I’ve got this.”

Tom chuckled, pulling you close as the noise of the audience faded behind you. “Remind me to bring you to every interview from now on.”

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[destinyc1020]

Awww....I was kind of thinking that maybe Tom proposed to Zendaya over the Christmas/New Year's holiday. 😊 He probably bought the ring a little while ago, but wanted to propose over the holidays. How sweet!! 🥹 Finally! 🤧🥰

Love this for them!! 🥰❤️💕

Our babies are getting MARRIED!!! 😁😁👏🏾

Tomdaya wedding here we come!!

[rems-writing]

IT's the holidays with You

》 Pairing: WooSanSang x gn!reader 》 Genre/Trope: fluff/strangers to lovers 》 Wordcount: 2,056 words 》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Hey there @jisungchan ! It's me! Your secret Santa :D

I hope you enjoy this fic. Happy Holidays to you and may the new year bring you so much love and happiness

Spending Christmas with someone you knew was your soulmate was strange to you. Now add two more soulmates into your life and boom. You were in for a whirlwind of mischief, tears, and most of all

Love. 

Your story started out pretty normal. Sort of. You were hired as a makeup artist for Ateez. You have done makeup for thousands of celebrities prior to joining KQ’s staff. From r&b singer Kehlani to A-list actors & actresses like Florence Pugh, Tom Holland & Zendaya (Hollywood’s it couple), and Tom Hiddleston. You didn’t know why an idol company sought out someone like you, but you weren’t one to complain. You actually liked Ateez and the music they put out. 

You couldn’t stop bumping Deep Dive on your stereo. 

When you arrived in Korea, you were immediately escorted by security guards out of the airport and into a van that soon drove off to KQ Entertainment. You didn’t realize how strict security was until you arrived at the building itself. However, you remained calm. You figured it was protocol so you didn’t put up a fight. You got into the building with ease and you were introduced to the entirety of Ateez. 

Were you fangirling and dying inside?

Yes. 

Did you have to keep your cool in order to maintain professionalism?

Yes. 

After all, you were not about to mess up your first day. If you got hired of course. 

According to their manager, you would undergo a series of beta tests and trials in order to train you and pick apart your brain on how you are able to handle things when there is pressure involved. Ateez made a big name for themselves and you were a witness to it all. You would make sure they looked their best. Although, if you had to be honest with yourself

These fine ass men looked better without makeup. But alas. A check is a check. 

And you were not about to shy away from it. 

Long story short, you passed all the tests and trials, landing yourself a permanent spot in KQ’s staff. Everyone congratulated you, including Ateez. Out of the eight members that celebrated your success, there were three in particular that went above and beyond to make sure that all your hard work paid off. 

That was Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung. 

When they first saw you, they were blown away by the fact that someone like you, who has made American celebrities look their best on stage or on the red carpet, was hired to be a part of their humble team. They were afraid that they wouldn’t be up to your standards. However, after sitting down and getting to know you a bit more, they realized that they were worried for nothing. And so, a friendship blossomed between the four of you. Of course, that was short lived when one of the three boys fell for you. 

Unsurprisingly, it was Wooyoung. 

Fortunately for him, you felt the same way. You two started dating for a few months before the next boy walked up and confessed to you. That boy was Yeosang. Of course, Wooyoung was ok with it. The two were best friends and due to their strong bond, they didn’t let their feelings for you get in the way of that. You were a bit skeptical at first. It’s already difficult to juggle a relationship with one idol, especially in your line of work. However, you guys were still together. In addition, Wooyoung was comfortable and confident enough to let you go ahead and date Yeosang. So now you are dating two idols.

You definitely weren’t complaining. 

There was one more boy that was the last to fall for you. And it was San. This one was proven to be more difficult than Yeosang. Every time you were around San, you just wanted to keep things professional with him. At first, San figured you’d need time to warm up to him. Then again, you warmed up immediately to the other members. 

What was so different about him? 

When San first heard about your relationship with Yeosang and Wooyoung, he was ok with it. He thought that you just needed more time to settle in before he jumped the gun and confessed. However, that flew out the window when he accidentally overheard you talking to some of your family back home over the phone. 

“San? Nah. That man lowkey scares me.”

San felt his heart break when he heard you say that. He was so heartbroken that he left the room and went back to his shared dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi without even hearing the rest of what you said, which was something positive. Long story short, miscommunication results in a discord amongst the idol group and the staff. Being a person that doesn’t take bullshit, you pulled San aside and asked him what was going on. 

“You don’t crack small jokes with me, you avoid me like the plague, and you requested to change makeup artists! Seriously. What is going on?”

San couldn’t lie. Seeing you upset almost made him fold. The last thing he wanted was to upset you. Then he remembered what you said about him and his softened features reverted back into a scowl. He tried to push past you, but you were blocking his path. 

“Y/N, move.”

Oh? He wanted to act cold and petty? Fine. Two could play in that game. You huffed and crossed your arms. You laid it down for him. If he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore, you were fine with that. You were not the type of bitch to beg him to stay. All you asked was that he remained respectful and that he should not put up a fight if you were selected to do his makeup for him since they couldn’t find anyone else. San resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he also knew you were the type of bitch to mess him up if he was rude. With a firm nod, he exited the room with a heavy heart and a heavier urge to cry. 

Why must life be so hard?

Long story short, he had enough and apologized profusely for acting so indifferent around you before telling you the truth on what happened. You sighed in frustration and San was afraid he messed up. He sighed with temporary relief that you didn’t mean to say it like that. Of course you wanted him as well. Sadly, they couldn’t date since some random staff member threatened you to stay away from San or else she’ll expose you for… whatever. You didn’t take her seriously and you honestly had enough of people scandalizing you over nothing so you put your foot down, instilled the fear of God in her, and left it at that. 

To say that San was shocked was an understatement. What was this?

 Some weird fanfic he accidentally stumbled upon after he made the mistake of discovering Tumblr? 

At least you weren’t scared of this staff member’s seemingly empty threat. However, it broke his heart even more to know that this person was the reason why he couldn’t have you. He decided to take matters into his own hands by reporting this incident to the CEO. Fate was on his side when he heard that she was fired the next day and that you were able to breathe easily. It also encouraged him to say how he truly felt. 

Needless to say, you were now dating an entire sub-unit. And you couldn’t be happier. 

“WOOYOUNG, GIVE ME BACK THAT SPATULA OR SO HELP ME!”

Wooyoung giggled and kept running around the apartment while you were on his ass. San sighed as he saw the two of you horsing around while Yeosang was confused. San then gave Yeosang a silent look before the two men separated to grab the two of you. Yeosang threw Wooyoung over his shoulder and grabbed the spatula from him before handing it to San, who had you hoisted over his shoulder. He set you back down in the kitchen before eying the various ingredients and huge bowl of cookie batter near the oven. A tiny smirk was on his face, but before he knew it, the back of his hand stung. 

“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

San pouted and you sighed. This human personification of a cat was not about to use his puppy dog eyes on you. 

“Don’t stick your grimy hands in the batter. I need these cookies to be perfect.”

“But darling -”

“No buts. Get your flat ass to where Yeosang is and continue helping with the decorations.”

“If my ass is so flat, then how do you explain what you saw when I arched my back during that dance challenge?”

“WE DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT THAT! YOU AND YEOSANG ARE FLAT AS FUCK AND THAT’S ON PERIOD!”

San had to hold back a snicker when you loudly stated that you didn’t want to hear about how San threw it back with Yunho during one of the Work dance challenges. You were not about to admit that he had a little something back there. It would ruin your ‘Yeosang and San have ass bones’ agenda with your lovely boyfriends. Speaking of lovely…

“DID YOU JUST SMACK MY ASS, WOOYOUNG?!”

“NO!”

Wooyoung poorly gave himself away after denying it and followed it up with a mischievous giggle. You sighed and went back to making the cookies. As you placed a dollop of cookie batter onto the parchment covered sheet tray, you felt a gentle presence behind you and soft lips kissed your cheek quickly. You whipped your head around to see Yeosang with a tiny grin on his face. 

He swears he’s a doberman, but right now, he looks like a maltese. 

“Yes, Sangie?”

“WooSan told me to come help you with the cookies. They sort of need help with a few of the decorations. As in where to put the string lights and all that.”

“Ok. I’ll be there. Just watch them for me and when the timer goes off, come to me immediately.”

“Ok!”

Yeosang kissed your other cheek before he proceeded to intently watch the cookies bake in the oven. You swore that it was the cutest sight ever so you snuck a quick picture of him before making your way over to San and Wooyoung. You saw them untangle the rest of the lights and they looked at you cluelessly.

“Y’all need help?”

“Yeah. Where exactly should we hang these?”

“Well, I’d start over here.”

You guided the boys on how to properly hang the lights so it looked clean and pretty and easy to unplug. They listened to your words intently and hung them where they needed to be hung. After they finished, you were about to walk back to the kitchen when both of them stopped you. At first, you were confused. Then, you looked up. 

A mistletoe. 

The three of you were under a mistletoe. 

Before you said anything, San turned you around so your back was against his broad chest, causing you to feel flustered. It didn’t help that Wooyoung was leaning in so close to your face, hands holding your hips tightly as his lips ghosted over yours. Finally, he kissed you softly yet passionately. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling and tangled your hands into Wooyoung’s long black hair. He then pulled away so he can turn you around and have your back against his chest this time. San gently cradled your face and placed slow and deliberate kisses everywhere before landing on your lips. After getting his fill, he pulled away and smiled softly. The three of you walked back to the kitchen, where Yeosang had just taken the cookies out of the oven and placed them on a cooling rack. When he saw you, he took off the oven mitts and strided over to you. He found your waist and hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter before Wooyoung trapped you in place with his arms. You felt hot under the collar upon feeling all three men stare you down with such tender love and affection in their eyes. And yet…

You wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

“Merry Christmas, my loves.”

“Merry, Christmas, Y/N.”

[cherrycheridarling]

cherry | h.s.

harry styles x famous!reader

warnings: sad? it's a rollercoaster

summary: how 'cherry' came to be

wc: 2.5k

a/n: can be read w/ baby or on its own

are we rlly surprised abt this? look at my user;)

'Don't you call him baby.'

Harry sat on his plush couch, telly on volume 11 as interviews from The Emmys went live.

"Here we have Y/N Y/L/N! Looking as gorgeous as ever! How are you?" the man asked as he kissed both of your cheeks.

Harry had to agree with the man. You were a stunning picture in a skintight iridescent gown that somehow left little and just enough to the imagination at the same time. The dainty silver accents adorning your ears and wrists, chest bare with a slight shimmer of something that wasn't sweat or glitter, but just pure radiance in Harry's eyes.

You adjusted your stance before answering, "Good, good. And yourself?"

"Fantastic! I hear you're nominated for three awards tonight! Congratulations! How do you feel about all of that?" Harry wasn't surprised by your achievements seeing as he kept his tabs on you ever since the breakup.

You nodded with a timid smile, "I am, yes. It's all a little nerve wracking if I'm being honest with you."

The man grinned before it looked like his attention had been stolen by someone else, "Oh look, there we have your knight in shining armour!"

The camera panned to Tom Holland walking in your direction. Harry forced himself to watch as Tom came to stand beside you and kissed your cheek with an arm around your waist. Even with the microphone being unable to pick up your voices, your small interaction could be read off your lips.

"Hello, darling." Tom's lips moved as he winked.

"Hi, baby." your smile was warm as you spoke.

Harry abruptly turned off his telly at that moment. Memories of that name being used to address him flooded his brain. He threw his head back against the cushions and let the sting wash over him. It'd been a little less than a year since you guys called it quits, but the wounds still bled.

'We're not talking lately.'

"Do you remember that promise we made?" you asked as Harry rested his forehead against your knees while your fingers ran through his hair.

You felt him nod as a tear rolled down your cheek for the hundredth time. "We'd always stay friends and support each other even if we don't last." he replied from below you on his knees while you were sat on the couch.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Can I adjust that promise?"

His movements seize the second the question left your lips. He lifted his head and met your glossy gaze with an equally bloodshot one.

"What do you mean?" his voice quivered in a way that made your heart shatter.

You slid your thumb along his cheekbone, "We need time apart to move on, ange. No communication while we deal with this. We can still support each other and love each other, but we need space in order to let each other go. Wouldn't you agree?"

Harry pondered on it for a moment before slightly nodding, "I guess so."

Neither of you said a word after that, just continuing to hold each other until the morning light came in and reminded you that everything still moves on even if you haven't.

'Don't you call him what you used to call me.'

July 23rd 2017:

"Baby, can you grab my purse for me, please?" you semi-shouted from the bottom of the stairs in your home.

Not a minute later, Harry came waltzing down towards you, "I wasn't sure which one you wanted today, so I took it upon myself to choose this one." he held up the Prada shoulder purse with a proud smile.

October 17th 2017:

"No." you deadpanned, but at his immediate frown you continued "Baby, I'm not dressing up as a socket so you can be the plug." you laughed incredulously at his suggestion.

Harry threw his hands in the air, "Come on! That would be the best costume ever!"

December 25th 2017:

"Happy Christmas, baby." you smiled at the man on your phone screen.

His lips turned down into a frown that somehow still looked like a smile, "Happy Christmas, darling. Wish we were together today."

January 1st 2018:

"Happy new year!" Harry screamed along with the room before turning to his love, "No one else I'd rather enter the year with." he smiled softly at you before meeting your lips with a kiss.

Confetti fell around you, champagne broke through the cheers with a 'pop' and yet, to you, it was silent, and there was no one there but him.

You broke apart still grinning, "Happy new year, baby."

'I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best. I'm selfish so I'm hating it.'

"And the Oscar for Best Actress goes to...!" Kevin Hart unfolded the envelope and immediately broke into a wide grin, "Y/N Y/L/N!"

The applause was immediate and deafening. You barely registered the first syllable of your name being called as everyone around you began to congratulate you and shower you with hugs.

You slowly made your way to the stage, being careful to not trip. You greeted Kevin with a hug as he handed you the award and your hands shook. As you stood in front of the mic, your mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"I-I- what?" you finally managed to sputter out as everyone chuckled.

You managed to get your wits about you and began to give out your thanks, while failing to notice the man in the audience who was holding back tears for you.

Jeff leaned over to Harry, "I know this is tough, but there will be cameras on you. Be careful of your expressions." he whispered as Harry momentarily shut his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Harry managed to plaster on a faux smile that would fool anyone else except you. He was ashamed of himself; he should be happy for you, he should've been on his feet cheering for you. But he couldn't. He refused to do that from 12 rows away when he should've been sat beside you. The smile on your face, the glow in your skin. All of it was something he hadn't seen since you were together and seeing it now only brought pain and sorrow to him.

He wished he had stayed home, but Jeff had convinced him that moping around in his home was only fuelling the rumours surrounding your break up, so he watched as you took your seat again and only when the next category was being announced did he excuse himself to the washroom and let the tears flow.

'I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress. Take it as a compliment.'

"Darling!" Harry's voice came booming from your temporarily shared home.

You sat on the couch in the living room and threw your head back, "Yes?!"

"Where's your striped jumper?!" he replied from your walk in closet.

You chose not to reply and instead left your seat to see what chaos he had caused. Upon entering your closet, there were piles of clothes on the floor and shoes tossed in every direction.

You chuckled, "What is going on?"

Harry's head snapped towards you, "I have an interview in 30 minutes and I need that jumper. Please, darling, help." he pouted at you.

You laughed a little more before walking out of the closet and pulling the sweater from a chair next to your bed. You cleared your throat while dangling the sweater from your finger and smirked, "Really should wear your glasses more often."

He covered his face with his hands as he realized he made a mess for no reason. As he took the jumper from your hands with a kiss to your lips and a thank you, you spoke again with a smile, "And get your own clothes."

"Why do that when I have you?" he grinned, "And don't touch any of the mess. I will clean it when I get back." his tone was serious but you struggled to hold in your laugh.

"I'll ju-"

"-No. Pinky promise you won't clean any of it." he held out his pinky with a raised brow.

You rolled your eyes before locking your finger with his. "Fine." the metal of the ruby ring on his finger that used to be yours was cold on your skin

He smiled as he kissed the place where your fingers interlocked and dashed out of the room with one last warning, "You pinky promised! No breaking it!"

"I, I just miss. I just miss your accent and your friends."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Harry mocked your RP accent for the thousandth time as you sat at Beachwood Cafe with Mitch, Sarah, Hazel and Max.

You gasped, "Would you stop that?! I do not sound like the Queen."

He was about to argue before Mitch chimed in, "Sorry, Y/L/N, but you kind of do." he giggled as he spoke.

Your jaw dropped as Harry started to laugh, "This is so unfair. I introduced you guys! You were my friends first! You're supposed to be on my side!"

They all started laughing together at your outburst as you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"Did you know I still talk to them?"

Hazel was escorted to Harry's dressing room before his show in Vancouver while Max was in charge of finding parking.

Since it was her's and Max's hometown, Harry offered them tickets and backstage entry. It took a lot of debating with himself before he sent the text to Hazel, but his reasoning ultimately came down to not wanting to lose two friendships due to one relationship.

She took a moment to pause before knocking, and sighed a little when Harry looked up through the mirror with red, glassy eyes.

"What's going on, H?" she spoke softly as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.

Harry fully turned his chair around and felt his shoulders deflate, "Just miss her." he rolled his lips in between his teeth as a few tears managed to escape.

Hazel's heart fractured a bit in that moment as her phone started buzzing in her pocket with a call from you, "It's Y/N. Give me a minu-"

"-No. Please. I won't say anything. Can you put it on speaker?" he begged and although Hazel knew it was a bad idea she sighed before answering your call and following his request.

"Hey, Y/N/N!"

"Hi, are you at the show?" your voice ran through the room and Harry subconsciously leaned towards to the phone as if it would bring him closer to you.

Hazel suppressed a sigh from watching Harry before replying, "Yeah! It was really nice of him to invite us. What are you up to?"

"About to catch a flight to LA. Just wanted to make sure you got there safe." you laughed lightly through your lie and Harry's eyes automatically shut, trying to savour the sweet sound.

Hazel could hear your lie in your voice, but chose not to address it, "Yeah, Max is just finding parking right now. Why are you going to LA?"

Harry fought the urge to answer her question, forgetting that he wasn't supposed to know the answer.

You sighed slightly, "House hunting. Can't stay at Harry's anymore, so time to find my own place there."

Hazel nodded, forgetting that you couldn't see her before replying, "Oh. I see. Have you talked to H at all?"

Harry's head snapped up at his name being brought into the conversation.

"No, it's best if I don't." a mans voice was heard in the background before you spoke again, "Well, we're about to take off now. If you see him, wish him luck for me, will you?" your sadness was evident throughout your words.

Harry buried his head in his hands again as more tears escaped while Hazel replied, "Of course. Have a safe flight, Y/N/N. Love you, miss you."

"Thanks, love you and miss you too. Bye!" you blew a kiss into the phone before the dial tone was heard.

And for a moment, with his eyes shut, Harry allowed himself to imagine that those words were meant for his ears only.

"Does he take you walking 'round his parents gallery?"

"Hey, Haz," Tyler spoke up from the silence of the recording studio. They had just finished a long session and the rest of the team had already departed for the night, leaving Harry, Sammy and Tyler. "There's a new gallery opening on Saturday. Only there for a few nights. You wanna come with me and Sammy?"

Harry slowly turned in the spinning chair, "Sure. Whose gallery?" he bit into an apple as he finished speaking.

"Nikki Holland? Don't know who she is, but she's got some sick photos on Instagram." Tyler shrugged not noticing how Harry nearly choked on his fruit.

"Holland? As in Tom Holland's mum? Tom Holland as in Y/N's boyfriend, Tom Holland?" Sammy's eyes widened before he pulled out his own phone and went to Tom's instagram page. And sure enough, there was a post and a story of him promoting his mum's new gallery opening. "Just answered my own question." he rolled his lips between his teeth before chancing a glance at Harry.

Harry stared blankly at the floor before clearing his throat, "Probably not the best idea for me to show up there." he paused at their somber expressions, "Honestly, it's fine." he laughed lightly.

"Nah, we won't go either. Probably start rumours if we-"

"-Wait." Harry abruptly announced before reaching for the acoustic guitar on his left.

Tyler and Sammy shared a concerned expression with one another while Harry nervously fumbled with the strings of the instrument.

"Let me just- I just need to-" he struggled to find the right words to say, but there was no need.

Tyler shook his head and put his phone down, "Let's write it."

'Coucou!'

"Tu dors?" you frowned when your friend answered your call with a groggy voice.

She laughed lightly through the phone, "Oui. J'étais sur le point d'être."

"Oh, j'suis désolée."

She chuckled, "Ne t'en fais pas. Que s'est-il passé? A-t-il fait une demande en mariage?"

You sighed with a smile, thinking back on the day you spent with the lovely man behind you, "Bah non-"

"Je peux entendre le sourire effrayant dans ta voix. Que s'est-il passé?" she cut you off while mocking you.

You laughed loudly, "Nan, c'est pas important."

"Qu'avez-vous fait alors? Êtes-vous allé à la plage?"

You turned to look at Harry as he played a soft melody on a guitar. His eyes looked up to meet yours and he offered you a small grin that you returned, "Ouais, on a été à la plage, et maintenant on—"

She cut you off again with a loud laugh, "Allons prendre un verre et discuter. J'ai besoin de voir le sourire effrayant en personne."

You couldn't even deny her accusation. You were at the happiest you could be.

'Parfait! Allez!'

[jechristine]

Hi! I know we’ve probably all moved on, but I am only now getting to all the engagement confirmations and wanted to investigate what details we actually learned and where we likely learned them from.

I think these were all the firsthand reportings. Let me know if I missed any.

First to confirm was TMZ:

TMZ 1/6/2025 8:27 AM PT

Sources close to the couple tell TMZ ... the "Spider Man" star popped the question between Christmas and New Year's ... dropping to one knee in a very intimate setting in one of Zendaya's family homes in the United States.

We're told Tom didn't make a huge show of the engagement -- it wasn't a big, over-the-top proposal -- instead, it was very romantic and intimate.

Our sources say the family wasn't there ... it was just a sweet moment between Tom and Zendaya.

We get the rough timing (between Christmas and New Years), details about the place (one of Zendaya’s family homes in Cali), info about who was present (just Tom and Zendaya), and details about what the engagement was like (very romantic and intimate).

TMZ lists “sources close to the couple.” These were among the most concrete details we got.

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TMZ 1/6/2025 9:45 AM PT

Sources close to the couple tell TMZ ... the 'Spider-Man' star met with the "Euphoria" actress' dad, Kazembe Ajamu Coleman, "months ago" in order to ask for Zendaya's hand in marriage.

We're told this was an important step for Tom ... as he's very traditional and felt it was important to secure Kazembe's blessing first.

Kazembe, obviously, accepted ... and we're told Zendaya’s family is very excited for this next chapter in her relationship with Tom. In fact, sources say Zendaya's family just loves Tom ... and thinks he's "a class act."

For those wondering, we're told Tom waited months to actually propose as he was waiting for the right moment.

We learn a concrete detail that Tom asked Kaz’s permission a while ago and then a bit about Tom’s traditional mindset. We get a direct quotation about Tom: “a class act.” I think this had to have come from Kaz, right?

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PEOPLE Published on January 6, 2025 01:32PM EST

After news of the couple's engagement broke, a source told PEOPLE that the Crowded Room star, 28, had been "wanting to propose [to the Challengers actress] for a while now."

"He's always been crazy about her. He always knew she was the one," the source said, adding, "They have something very special.

The source said "everyone close to them knew the engagement was happening," just not when. After Holland got down on one knee over the holidays and asked Zendaya to marry him, he was eager to share the news, telling friends about the engagement around New Year's.

As for their future wedding plans, the source said the two want to take some time to simply enjoy their engagement first.

"They will just enjoy things for now and won't rush a wedding. They are both busy with work projects," the insider explained.

The source said Holland could not be happier, noting, "Tom's always had this sweet way of letting the world know that Zendaya is his. Now, it's official — she really is!"

Most of the details here are what I would consider fluff. There’s nothing new about timing, setting, or the actual proposal. The article gestures to “over the holidays,” but that detail is not inside the quotation marks and seems to mimic the wording of the TMZ article, suggesting it’s transposed from there. We get something about not rushing the wedding, but that sounds kind of vague and generic to me. Most of the rest of details are about Tom’s mindset (what he’s been wanting, what he’s known), which could have been sourced to Tom’s previous interviews or just like, observation. They’re generic and not really verifiable. They list “a source.”

What we learn from People here is that Tom told friends over New Year’s.

Then People revised a bit:

PEOPLE Updated on January 6, 2025 01:33PM EST

The Spider-Man costars, both 28, are engaged, a family source confirmed to PEOPLE. TMZ was first to report the news. According to the outlet, Holland proposed at one of Zendaya's family homes over the holidays.

A separate source told PEOPLE that "everyone close to them knew an engagement was happening" — just not when. The source said Holland had been keen to propose to Zendaya "for a while."

“He's always been crazy about her. He always knew she was the one. They have something very special," the source said, noting that Holland shared the happy news with friends around New Year's.

In the meantime, the pair are soaking up the special moment. "Tom's always had this sweet way of letting the world know that Zendaya is his. Now, it's official — she really is!" the source told PEOPLE.

It sounds to me that People has a second source now, “a family source,” who simply confirmed the news of the engagement. I have to mention that the vague comments about the future wedding are omitted, the only other detail to have been changed in this update (👀).

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US Weekly January 6, 2025

“Tom figured the holidays were the best time to propose in a very low-key way,” a source exclusively told Us Weekly shortly after news of the couple’s engagement broke on Monday, January 6. “She didn’t want anything over the top.”

According to the insider, “Zendaya tried to keep it a secret but was very excited to show off her ring. She didn’t think people would notice but didn’t care either way.”

The source went on to note that both felt the timing was right. “Tom wanted to propose because he feels he is at the right time in his life and feels ready to settle down.” The insider said. “They had many conversations over the years, but there was never any pressure. Zendaya is giddy and excited. She knew it might have been coming but never put pressure on it.”

Here we get a bit of Zendaya’s mindset (what she wanted the proposal to be like, that she wanted to keep it a secret, and that she was excited to show off the ring but DiDn’T thInK aNyOnE woULd NoTiCe.) We also get the same info about Tom’s mindset, and we learn that Tom & Zendaya have had many conversations without pressure. This is another set of “details” that are super fluffy and generic. They apply to just about every engaged couple who’s dated for years prior to their engagement.

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ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT January 6, 2025

Tom Holland and Zendaya are engaged to be married and are “ready and excited for this next chapter,” a source tells ET.

“Tom wanted to propose to her over the holidays, says the source,” adding that the 28-year old actor is looking to start a family with his ‘Spider-Man’ co-star. “He really wants to have kids and to settle down.”

First bit is fluffy, generic padding. Everyone who gets engaged is “ready and excited.” Second part is more on Tom’s mindset that could have been sourced to previous interviews he’s done.

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PAGE SIX Published Jan. 6, 2025, 3:39 p.m. ET

Tom Holland managed to surprise Zendaya when he popped the question, a source tells Page Six exclusively.

“Tom and Zendaya had discussed marriage over the years, but Zendaya had no idea he was planning to propose,” the insider says.

“They both value their privacy, so the proposal was something Tom wanted to keep private as well.”

The “Spider-Man” star “asked Zendaya’s dad for permission to marry her, but also asked her mom as well,” according to our source.

“Tom and Zendaya’s families are ecstatic,” the insider tells Page Six. “Zendaya’s mom and sisters can’t wait to start planning with her.”

We’re told “there is no wedding date or plans set yet,” with the source adding, “It’s far too soon to start thinking about any of that yet. They’re still celebrating the exciting news.”

More details re: privacy, now from Tom’s mindset. We learn that Tom asked Claire for permission, too, and how Claire and “Zendaya’s sisters” feel, albeit the fact that they’re excited is fluffy and generic, too. This is sounding to me like it came from Claire?

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DAILY MAIL UPDATED: 17:25 EST, 7 January 2025

When reached for comment about his reaction to Zendaya, 28, getting engaged to Tom, Kazembe told DailyMail.com that it was 'a bunch of crap' that was reported.

That was a bunch of crap dealt out by TMZ,' he said before adding, 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

When pried by a DailyMail.com reporter for more answers, he refused to comment further.

All we get here is that Kaz refutes TMZ’s reporting, and the Daily Mail implies with its headline that Kaz is refuting the part about Tom asking dad’s permission. But if you look at the actual quotation, it sounds like Kaz is just saying “TMZ is full of shit. Bye,” with an emphasis more on the fact that TMZ didn’t have insider info rather than on the content of the story itself.

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What do you all think?

I think that there were three “sources” total. First one was Amy Pascal or someone like her/from her team, going around to the tabloids to push out the engagement story to gin up interest in her cash cows. She didn’t have many concrete details, so she just said some generic, obvious stuff from previous Tom Holland interviews. She may have thought the engagement just happened, or was told as much, so that’s what she passed on.

I think the second, “family source” was some combination of Kaz and Claire. Kaz confirms the engagement to TMZ and gave some details that he thought he had. Kaz or Claire confirms to People. Claire tells P6 that Tom discussed the proposal ahead of time with her, too, because Kaz isnt the only special parent or whatever. And Kaz refutes TMZ on the record to the DM so that he can save face or rectify his mistake after Zendaya told him he was acting like a fool with his initial leaks.

[marionluth]

✨ All I Want For Christmas (is us) ✨ ✨Chapter 2 is up! ✨

“This is dumb,” Harley groaned, eyeing the scene with distaste (to put it mildly). “Nothing spells Christmas like a line of sugared-up kids and overworked adults wearing cheap costumes with stupid bells. Add on top of that our delirious seven-year-old sister asking Santa for a fuckin’ magical divorce-cancelation and you get yourself a candy-cane-striped nightmare. And I thought nothing could top off last Christmas’ crapcake.”

A lady standing somewhere to their right— holding a little boy by the hand who couldn’t have been much younger than Morgan— shot them a scathing look. Peter quickly turned to her, offering an apologetic smile, hoping she wouldn’t make a scene. But when he glanced back at Harley, he could already tell what was coming. He pressed his lips together firmly, watching as his brother glared at the woman under knitted eyebrows.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” Harley grumbled at her loudly, and the lady’s eyes blew almost comically wide. She gasped, pressed her gloved hands over her son’s ears, and yanked him away, throwing one last glare at Harley before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter let out a slow, resigned sigh, because Harley was Harley-ing, which only made his headache that much worse. “It’s not that bad, Harl,” he tried to cheer his brother up, despite knowing it was a futile endeavor. “You used to love coming here too a couple of years ago.”

“Yeah, well, that was before we got a divorce wrapped with a bow of lies and empty promises as a belated Christmas present last year,” came the bitter-sounding response.

[xoxoavenger]

Welcome To New York

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: the lights are so bright but they never blind me

word count: 950

warnings: none

1989 masterlist

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Peter didn't want to be ice skating. He would have rather been in the lab, working on his new web shooters prototype that he had discovered before MJ and Ned had forced him out. They had never been to the Rockefeller Center to ice skate, and Ned insisted that this would be his Christmas present and would not shut up until MJ and Peter agreed.

So there he was, determined to make the most out of the overpriced skates they rented for an hour. Ned was quickly discovering he wasn't very good at skating, so MJ was practically holding him the whole time. Peter had been trying not to laugh at Ned almost taking MJ to the ground as she reached for Peter as well when his sense started to go haywire. He skated forward as he looked around, and then a girl tripped right into him going the opposite way.

The two fell to the ground, Peter shifting to break her fall. She lets out a cry as her wrist hits the ice, but his hand protected her head. She was breathing heavily and had her eyes squeezed shut when he got onto his knees.

"Are you alright?" He asked, waiting for her to open her eyes.

"Oh my God." She whispered, opening her eyes and sitting up. She looked at her wrist, but deemed it fine when she used it to get to her knees. "I'm so sorry! This is my first time skating and I still haven't gotten the hang of it. Are you okay?" She felt so guilty, which made Peter feel even worse.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled as he stood, sticking his hand that had protected her head into his pocket and helping her up with his other hand, trying to block the blood on the ice from her seeing. His hand was fine, he barely felt it anyway, but he wouldn't be able to explain the way it'd heal in a minute. She slipped as she got up, causing him to grab her waist to steady her. Her hands went to his biceps, squeezing.

They separated quickly and tried not to look flustered.

"I could teach you if you want." Peter offered, hoping he sounded cooler than he usually was. The girl smiled slightly, cheeks warming.

"That would be helpful." She showed teeth as she smiled wider, and Peter hoped he wasn't blushing obviously as he felt. He held out a hand, and she took it quickly.

"I'm Peter," He told her, beginning to skate forward.

"I'm Y/N," She slipped as she followed him, but he pulled her up in time. He caught MJ and Ned staring at him, trying not to blush more when they winked at him.

"Where are you from?" She asked, squeezing his hand while she slipped around.

"Queens." He told her, assuming she's a tourist. "Born and raised. What about you?"

"I just moved here." She admitted, looking around Rockefeller Square as if it were the coolest thing she'd ever seen. She tripped on the toe-pick, causing Peter to grab her other arm and help her up before she even hit the ice again.

"How did you even get on the ice?" He asked, laughing. She scoffed.

"I had just gotten on when I ran into you." She told him, watching his feet so she could get the hang of it.

"Have you ever been rollerblading?" He asked, and she turned to him and looked at him as if he had asked the most stupid question. It caused her to trip once more, and this time they both went falling. "I'll take that as a no." He said from the ground.

"I don't think I'm ever gonna learn." She laughed, getting on her knees and staying.

"It may be a lost cause." He joked, noticing she was shivering. "They sell hot chocolate right over there." He suggested, not wanting this to end.

"That sounds much better." She smiled as he stood, putting both hands out to help her up. "Thanks," She felt her cheeks blaze as he skated backward and pulled her to the exit so she wouldn't fall again. Her knees were sore now.

"Peter!" Someone yelled as they stepped off the ice. His eyes widened as he realized that he had completely forgotten about MJ and Ned. He was supposed to be there for Ned's Christmas present.

"Shit," Peter muttered, dropping Y/N's hands and turning to his friends.

"Where do you think you're going?" MJ smirked, knowing exactly what was happening.

"Right," Peter tried to figure out what he was going to say. "Uh, hot chocolate?" He asked, as if that explained anything.

"I'm Ned." He stuck his hand out to Y/N, who looked shocked as shook his hand.

"Y/N," She smiled, looking to Peter's other friend. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm MJ," She nodded, hands stuck in her pockets. "I'd shake your hand, but I think my own will freeze off if I take them out of my pockets."

"We were gonna get some hot chocolate. That might help?" Y/N offers. She missed Peter behind her giving wide eyes to his friends in order to show them that he wants to go get hot chocolate with Y/N alone.

"We actually," Ned starts, looking over at MJ to finish the lie. She's better at lying than he is.

"We have to go get Peter's Christmas present, so this is perfect." They say their goodbyes then leave, and for a moment Y/N and Peter are in the awkward quietness that comes with meeting a new person.

"So, hot chocolate?" Peter shrugs, holding his hand out.

"You know what they say," She smiles and grabs his hand. "When in New York."

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

* = smut

MCU!PETER PARKER

Boxing lessons Stark!Reader

Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought

The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader

It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings

Good morning

You and Peter wake up together and have a lazy morning

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Peter and May are invited to the Starks’ Christmas party. On the planning: lies, matching outfits and a little bit of sadness

I could never give you peace

Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)

I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader

Peter returns after the blip

I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader

You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man

Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader

When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad

You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip

My baby’s fit like a daydream

Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot

My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you

You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much

Now I wake up by your side

You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell

Spider kiss

Peter surprised you at your window

Uncharted territories *

You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out

Want some help? *

Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you

May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him

Wherever you stray, I follow

Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse

TOM HOLLAND

King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader

You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other

King of social media

Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Puppy pictures

You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work

Surprise Spider!

You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat

That’s my man

Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV

Tom’s new girl

Tom has a surprise for you when you come home

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Stark's sister Tony's sister!Reader

You and Loki sneak to the bathroom during one of Tony's parties

[thollandneedy]

Christmas tree- Tom Holland

A/n: I've been having a writer's block moment, but i tried my best on this one. Hope you guys enjoy and Merry Christmas 🎀🌲

Warnings: Language and mentions of sex

Summary: Tom and Y/n, even after ending their relationship, are forced to spend Christmas together, but you know what they say… Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year

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Christmas was a magical time, but not enough for the sadness of meeting her ex-boyfriend again at dinner to be covered up by Christmas carols. Y/n and Thomas had broken up for a little over a month because of jealous fights on both sides. Unfortunately, or fortunately, ever since they were teenagers, their families, who were neighbors, had a tradition of having dinner together on the evening of December 24th, just like every year. The tasks were divided into buying presents, food, the tree, decorations and matching sweaters for the photo album. And this time, Thomas and Y/n were in charge of picking up the chosen tree from a Christmas tree complex almost half an hour from where they lived.

The drive was silent, with only the radio playing Christmas classics. Y/n had her head turned towards the window, letting even the warm air from her nostrils fog up the car window as she watched the city lights that would later be lit up in remembrance of the holiday. Thomas, on the other hand, had his hands firmly on the steering wheel, glancing from time to time at his ex-partner who tried to ignore him respectfully. They had both ended their relationship in a fight, but they didn't hate each other. Perhaps that was what hurt the most about the couple, the fact that they had a great affection for each other.

Arriving at the place, they both took off their belts and walked to the entrance where a man in black overalls and boots of the same color was welcoming those who arrived to help them choose the trees. The market wasn't very big, but it was certainly the best in the region. There were many families coming in and out of the market, showing that the movement for those who were late for the celebrations was increasing in the open-air ecological reserve.

“Hello, Mr. Mackwillson,” Thomas greets the owner of the tree market.

“Good to see you again, Thomas.” The gentleman says, giving the young man a quick hug. “And you too, dear Y/n.”

“Merry Christmas Eve, Mr. Mackwillson,” Y/n hugs the man. ”Mrs. Holland has already ordered a tree. She said to just come and pick it up.” The girl in the white sweater comments, putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

“Of course. The payment's already been made too. Just show me where they're parked and my men will help you put them in the car.”

The man drives off, leaving the couple once again in each other's company. Their gazes meet, and without knowing what to say to each other, they just smile without showing their teeth. The tension was palpable between the two, but they pretended they didn't feel the need to talk. Thomas looked around, as did his ex-girlfriend, who was looking for something to distract her mind from the fact that her ex-boyfriend was standing next to her and they both didn't know how to act in each other's presence without their conversations escalating into an argument or crying.

Thomas looked at her once more, observing her beautiful hair and distracted gaze. With trepidation, but willingness, he points:

“You cut your hair.”

Y/n looks at him, nods and looks away once again at the gray sky with clouds that appear to be snow.

“And you're going to the gym more.”

“How's work? Did you get the vacation you wanted?” Holland turns his torso towards the woman, who still answers without looking at him.

“I did. Apparently my boss is getting laid more than before, and he's in a good mood lately.”

“At least he's getting laid.” Thomas grumbles quietly, playing with the gloves that were on his hands because the cold was freezing his fingertips.

“What did you say?” Y/n turns his head quickly, frowning.

“Nothing.” Thomas diverts the subject, but is soon surprised by the presence of the market owner, who catches the ex-couple's eye.

“Kids. You've got the tree, my grandchildren will help you put it in the car.” The older man returns, and behind him are three teenage boys carrying a pine tree a little taller than a growing 14-year-old. Thomas goes to the car, guiding the boys while Y/n approaches Mr. Mackwillson to give him one more hug before leaving.

“Thanks, Mack. Merry Christmas.”

“Look, I don't know what's going on and it's none of my business.” The man said quietly, forcing Y/n's body closer to the older man's face to better hear what he had to say. “But Christmas is a magical time where love and fellowship overcome all problems. And if you allow the magic of Christmas, it will envelop you.”

Y/n swallows dryly and replies with a half-hearted smile, then thanks him and heads for the car. Would it really be a good idea to talk to Thomas about breaking up? The image of the brunette with his hair curling in perfect waves appears in front of her, finishing tying the tree on top of the car, clapping his hands and exhaling deeply, proud of his good knot once again. Holland looks at her, once again not knowing what to say, and opens the passenger door so that she can get into the car before it starts to get colder and the bikes don't match.

“Thanks,” Y/n replied, then got into the car and waited for the actor to take the wheel so they could get back soon. The journey was the least of their problems, but the pointless conversations they had just to make it seem as if everything was fine with each other

On the way back, the route was the same. The radio made a point of repeating the same songs over and over again, and reaffirming that Christmas would only be a few hours away. Y/n thought about what Mr. Mackwillson had said to her, as if his words reacted like a mantra in her brain. The girl gave up looking at the city and turned her eyes back to her cell phone, trying to sink her loneliness into stories of her friends who were traveling to paradisiacal beaches.

Thomas, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about how to strike up a good conversation without the atmosphere becoming awkward. He was an actor, and yet he couldn't pretend that breaking up was a bad decision and that he was suffering. The brunette ran one of his hands through his hair, then said aloud:

“Have you been well?”

Y/n grimaced, turning off his cell phone and bowing his body to the man driving. Why was he begging so much to talk? Couldn't he just get his feelings out like a normal person?

“We're broken up, Thomas. I'm not well.” The woman in bell-bottom jeans said firmly.

“Well, I'm not well either, but it was a mutual decision, wasn't it?” Tom says, not knowing what he means.

Y/n laughs to herself, denying it with her head.

“You're an asshole.”

“It wasn't a lie, was it?” Holland retorts.

“Listen here, Thomas.” Y/n turns around once more, but feels the cold go away as his blood is beginning to boil. “If you want to talk about our break-up so badly, tell me once and for all why I'm not a puppet in your hand so you can hear what you want and in the way you want.”

The foot on the accelerator naturally seemed to be pressing down on the intensity of the conversation that was taking place. Because of the Christmas rush, the entrance to the city was increasingly full of cars in search of their latest Christmas decorations and presents.

“Of course. You always blame me instead of going to therapy once a week to deal with your inner issues rather than throwing what you think is right in my face.” Thomas looks away a few times from the traffic at the entrance to the city.

“Everything for you is my insecurity, but you don't realize that you don't have the maturity to understand my side because you're so fucking selfish. Always the work parties, premieres where you weren't even part of the cast, and it was just a simple warm-up to show the paparazzi that you were gaining more fame.” Y/n raises his voice.

“It's not my fault if my life is busier than yours. You've always been insecure, and now that's only increased.”

“OF COURSE IT WOULD, THOMAS. THERE WAS A PHOTO OF YOU WITH A WOMAN ALMOST ROLLING ON YOU ON THE DANCE FLOOR OF THAT FUCKING AFTER-PARTY IN LOS ANGELES.” Y/n loses his temper, shouting.

“AND I SAID IT WAS DARK AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHO SHE WAS, GODDAMN IT!” Thomas completely diverts his eyes from the traffic, causing his ex-girlfriend to point at a car a few meters ahead.

The sound of squealing tires is heard, and they both get a sudden jolt of gravity, causing the Christmas tree to fly off the hood of the car and fall into the middle of the street, shattering a few branches. Thomas's hand is quickly placed against Y/n's chest as soon as he feels his body go forward due to the last-minute brake activation, causing both of them to gasp. The pine tree is seen on the ground, and both of them are breathing heavily. Holland takes off his belt, grabbing Y/n's face with both hands, worried that she's been hit.

“Are you all right? Did you hurt something?” Holland runs his hands through her hair.

“I'm fine.” Y/n says shakily. “Shit, the tree.” The girl comments, taking off her seatbelt and getting out of the car.

The couple walk to the front of the car, while behind them they can hear several car horns that they didn't know why they weren't driving. Y/n gets back into the car to switch on the emergency light, and then the cars behind the couple swerve into the other lane as the couple see the tree in its worst state. Y/n brings one of his hands up to his mouth, while Thomas curses quietly.

“Let's put the tree back and pray no one notices that it's dented and has wet street dirt on the leaves.

In a moment of anxiety, sadness and fear, Y/n laughs. Her mouth opens in an arc, bursting into laughter as she looks at the tree as if it were a toy. The girl puts her hand on her stomach, laughing louder and louder until her eyes water. Thomas tried to understand her reaction, but was infected by Y/n's laughter. He loved that laugh so much that it was like music to his ears. Everything about it was beautiful, and he would be a fool to miss it. The brunette smiles, laughing at the tree as if it were a joke.

“The tree.” Y/n says breathlessly. “ It's really fucked up.” Y/n laughs again.

“Holy shit.” Tom laughs. “Then they'll think we found her in the street.” The actor laughs at his own comment.

“Oh, God.” Y/n wipes away her tears. “Let's tie her up again, but this time leave it to me.” Y/n bends down to pick up the tree by the firm branches that remain, while Holland takes hold of the trunk again.

(…)

With dirty hands and some cursing from passing cars, the couple got into the car and drove on for another 15 minutes. Silence was no longer a problem as they laughed like children.

“Your mother is going to kill you and me.” Y/n comments, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Not if she kills Sam first who forgot to clean the chicken this morning and is running off with dinner.” The silence finally returns. “Do you really think I'm an asshole?” Holland asks, not expecting his ex to respond with affection

Y/n bites her lip before saying

“No, I don't think so. But for an actor, you don't know what to say when we need to talk about some serious things from time to time, and that's bad for me. We can't keep attacking each other, but solve the problem together.” Y/n replies.

“I didn't want to talk about you being insecure, because I am too.” The brunette admits. “You've never been insecure to me, but after one of your relationships went wrong because of a betrayal, I think jealousy ends up taking a toxic form.” Tom recalls one of his old relationships.

“I just think our problem is a lack of communication, and a bit of maturity on your part too.” Y/n says. “And I've been in therapy since we broke up, by the way.”

“That's good. I went back to therapy when we broke up, too. I think maybe we were taking our fears out on each other.” The brunette says.

That line left a question mark the whole way, but the silence was no longer as uncomfortable as before. It was just a silence, and the loud thoughts were now talking to each other. From around the corner, Y/n and Thomas could already see Y/n's parents entering the house with boxes of Christmas tree decorations, and the car was getting closer and closer to the open front door of the Holland house.

Thomas parks his car in front of the house, but doesn't dare get out without Y/n getting out first. Y/n squints at the actor, who begs her with his eyes to stay. The girl takes a deep breath for herself, removes her seatbelt and turns to the older man, who feels his heart pounding. Perhaps it was just the heat of being in a closed car, but every second that passed without a word, the palms of their hands were sweating. Their brains seemed to stop by telekinesis, while their expressive eyes searched for a reaction.

“ Get back with me, Y/n.” Holland plucks up the courage to say. “I'll do everything to make it better for you. For us. Everything. But I can't be without you. Without you, I'm empty, and no profession, party or person can complete me the way you do. You're the one I want to spend Christmas with at home, watching our children open the presents we bought but lied about. Just give me one more chance, and if I'm not enough for you, I'll let you cut the brakes on my car so that I disappear from your life.” The actor gently holds Y/n's hands, looking deep into her soul as her eyes burn with every word.

Y/n didn't know what to say, and before his mouth could open to make any sound, Harry, Thomas's brother, knocked on the window to call them. Tom shifts his eyes to the image of his brother in a colorful sweater and black beanie covering his curly red hair, who opens the door on Y/n's side, sticking his head inside the car to say:

“What happened to the tree? It looks like shit.” The redhead comments, drawing a laugh from the couple, who look at each other once more, before the girl gets out of the car.

“Let's go in.” Y/n asks Thomas, who agrees, following in her footsteps to the entrance of the house with a garland.

Y/n taps her socked feet against the carpet in the doorway, then looks up. A smile breaks out on her moist pink lips, feeling her heart warm at the feeling of comfort embracing her.

“Tom.” Y/n called out to him, causing the brunette to look at the girl who had her eyes focused on the small Mistletoe just in front of the upper doorway

Perhaps that was the magic that Y/n had been thinking so much about that day

The magic of reconciliation

The girl approached the actor, who lowered his eyes to her lips. His strong hand grasps her waist, bringing her fragile body closer and finally kissing her after feeling that he was going to lose her forever. That was the feeling he was missing, Y/n's love. The brunette leaned his back against the door frame, trying to bring the girl even closer to him, as if that wasn't enough. Their tongues lost in each other's until a voice interrupted them

“I'm glad you two are dating again. You'll share the beating Mum's going to give you because of the tree” Harry says, holding one end of the tree in his hands as he climbs the stairs to the front of the house.

“I'm glad it won't be just me.” Sam comments, appearing in the doorway to help his brother carry the tree, drawing a silly smile from the couple who finally felt complete in each other's presence.

[dorthea07]

~ Upcoming: Special ~

Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading my work It means a lot to me.

Now...let's get down to business (to defeat the Hans).

As a Christmas present to all of y'all, I will be doing a project I like to call "12 Crushes for Christmas."

Rules:

As my beloved readers, you will get to choose twelve of your favorite characters from the list below for me to write a Christmas themed short story about. You may also tell me a specific request, if you have a character and what kind of stuff you want them to do. (Ex: Peter Parker & Baking Christmas Cookies.)

Here is the List:

Arvin Russell (TDATT)

Chase Davenport (BOS&S)

Coriolanus Snow (THG)

Draco Malfoy (HP)

Finnick Odair (THG)

Five Hargreeves (TUA)

J.J. Maybank (OBX)

Lorenzo Berkshire (HP)

Luis Mendoza (MD)

Mattheo Riddle (HP)

Newt (MR)

Peter Pan (OUAT)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland Version)

Theodore Nott (HP)

Thomas (MR)

The first 12 comments are the ones chosen.

And as always...

Happy reading! <3

[lnfours]

summer loving (nine) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.8k

⌙ warnings: fluff, language, a little bit of smut?? idrk. and he who shall not be named is back 

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter eight  ⎸ chapter ten ⎸ listen

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to say that the airport was crowded would be an understatement. there were people walking in all directions, trying to get to the baggage claim to see their families. you had somehow found yourself in the middle of the airport in london 3 days before christmas. wasn’t the smartest move on your part, but you missed tom. you didn’t want to wait the couple more months until he’s in the states for filming. 

plus, harry had mentioned that all tom was talking about was how much he missed you. so the two of you had planned the surprise visit, and now here you were. in a city you’d never been to before, standing in the middle of the airport, feeling so out of place. 

your phone rang from your pocket. you stepped to the side, pulling it out to see harry’s contact pop up. you slid over the answer button before pressing the phone to your ear.

“hello?”

“hey, we’re here,” he said, hearing haz and tuwaine make commotion in the background, “are you outside yet?”

“no, not yet,” you sighed, “it’s packed in here.”

he chuckled, “yeah, something about christmas coming up, maybe? dunno.”

you rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, chuckling softly, “you’re at terminal b, right?”

“yeah, we’re right by the doors. tuwaine almost pushed an old lady out of the way to get this spot, but we managed.”

“she was just standing there like a div!”

you laughed, reading the sign above your head as you made a right down the hallway towards baggage claim, “okay, i’ll see you guys in a few.”

“sounds good.”

you hung up and shoved your phone back in your pocket. you weaved your way through the crowds and after a little bit of pushing, you managed to find the boys. you smiled and sighed out of relief when you hugged harry.

“this is a fucking nightmare, please get me out of here.”

he laughed, “sure thing.” 

you loaded your things into the car and hopped in the backseat next to tuwaine who pulled you into his side.

“my favorite girl is here!” you laughed as you hugged him back.

“it’s been so long,” you said, “it’s a bummer the two of you didn’t get a chance to come to the beach house this summer.”

after a little more catching up, the three of you finally pulled up to tom’s house. you unloaded your things from the car as haz went into the house to make sure tom was ready to be surprised. you followed tuwaine and harry into the house, hearing tom’s laugh.

“what the hell is going on?”

“tom just put on the blindfold.”

“i’m not sure i want to.”

“oh, you want to.”

the boys nodded towards you, letting you know you could enter the room. tom was sitting on the couch, blindfold on as he asked a million questions. 

he hated surprises.

you smiled as he complained again, “what the hell is going on?”

you stood in front of tom where he was sitting and smiled to harry, nodding at him to tell tom to take the blindfold off. 

“alright, you can take the blindfold off, tom.”

he tugged at the material until it was off his head, throwing it beside him. he adjusted his eyes before they landed on you standing in front of him. you watched as his eyes shifted from you to all the guys in the room. 

“shut the fuck up. is this real life?”

you laughed, “god, i hope so after that 7 hour flight.”

he sprung up from his seat and hugged you tight. you laughed as he lifted you off the ground, smiling as your arms tightened around his neck. he buried his face into your hair, taking in the smell of your shampoo and perfume. 

“you’re really here.”

“i am.”

he placed you back on your feet, smiling as he looked around at his friends and back at you, “you fuckers pulled this off, didn’t you?”

haz and tuwaine threw their hands up in fake surrender, “it was all harry and y/n’s idea.”

he smiled at his brother and back at you, pulling you back into a hug. you giggled, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils for the first time after 4 months of not being able to see him. 

after the reunion, he grabbed your things and led you throughout the house, giving you a little tour so you’d feel more at home during your week long stay. he led you up the stairs, showing you to his room. 

“wanna do something later? go out into the town? i’ll take you to my favorite pub, pretty sure there’s a trivia tonight.”

you smiled, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “sounds perfect.”

he smiled back down at you, your fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. the feeling of being with him, the feeling of at home, washing over you. 

“i missed you.” he said, his voice softer due to the proximity.

“i know.”

he fake scoffed, “no ‘i missed you too’?”

you giggled, leaning up so your lips brushed over his, “i was thinking i could show you just how much i missed you.”

his lips turned into a smirk as he pulled your body closer, leaving no gaps in between. 

“yeah?”

you nodded, “mhm.”

he leaned in closer, his lips closing the space as he kissed you sweetly. you kissed him back, his hands falling to your waist as he gripped tightly, walking the two of you over to his bed. his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulled you on top of him as he sat down on the mattress. your legs straddling his hips as he cupped your cheek into his hand, deepening the kiss.

your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, your fingers dancing along the skin of his abdomen before he pulled away to tug the material over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. you didn’t hesitate to do the same thing, pulling the hoodie over your head. he adjusted his body so he was fully on the bed now, his head resting on the pillows as you climbed on top of him again. he smiled, moving your hair out of your face as you leaned down and peppered his jaw with kisses.

“i love you.”

you smiled down at him, “i love you, too.”

you leaned down to kiss him again, however you were interrupted by the knock at his bedroom door, harry’s voice following af†er. 

“we’re leaving for the pub at five!”

you looked down at tom as he looked at his watch, rolling his eyes softly, “okay.”

“what time is it?” you asked, harry’s footsteps fading away as he walked down the hallway, the sound of his door closing echoing off the walls.

he smiled softly at you before switching your positions so now he was on top of you and you were the one with your head on the pillows, “three.”

you smiled softly, hooking your arms around his neck as he leaned back down towards your lips, “better make it quick, holland. i need time to get ready so i can impress all your friends.”

he chuckled softly, “darling, you could show up in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still impress everyone.”

you smiled softly, “damn, i guess that red dress you like so much will just stay in my suitcase.”

his eyes widened softly as you maintained the smile you were sending back up at him, “that’s what i thought.”

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you walked into the pub with the boys, tom’s arm draped loosely around your waist. you watched as tom greeted his friends, smiling as he stepped back to introduce you. 

“this is y/n, my girlfriend.” 

“oh, so you’re the girl from the summer house? he doesn’t shut up about you.” the one with black, fluffy hair had said as you slid in next to tom in the booth, chuckling as tom playfully smacked the boy’s arm.

“yeah, that would be me.”

“your mom is nikki’s best friend, right?” the blonde girl had asked. you nodded, fiddling with your fingers under the table. tom was quick to notice your nervous fidgeting, placing his hand on yours to reassure you that everything was okay. 

pretty soon, the trivia had begun and you helped the table answer the questions. after your fourth time getting something right, they had claimed that they should kick tom out and put you in instead. 

and because of your contributions, you helped them win the trivia night for this week. everyone celebrated by going up to the bar and getting drinks, but you and tom hung back at the booth. 

you smiled, watching haz talk to the blonde girl from before, “he likes her, doesn’t he?”

tom nodded, putting his beer down on the table, “yeah, has since we were in primary.”

you looked over at the brunette, “what’s stopping him from asking her out?”

he shrugged, “beats me. we’ve all been telling him to do it for years. i think whenever theres a chance, their either in relationships with other people, or there’s just not enough time.”

you nodded, looking back at haz and the blonde girl as she laughed at him, placing her hand on his as he stood with her at the bar, “kinda like us. we were either with other people or we were too scared to tell the other how we actually felt.”

“yeah, but i eventually pulled my head out of my arse.”

you laughed softly, “indeed you did. it was about time.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

you both laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. you loved everything about this moment, loved everything about london and the atmosphere. you felt like you were at home even though it was a city you weren’t too familiar with. 

you felt at home because tom was here.

your thought process was interrupted when your phone started ringing on the table, kat’s contact picture lighting up your phone. you grabbed your phone and answered.

“hello?”

“did you see it?” she asked, her voice frantic.

your eyebrows pulled together, “see what?”

“you seriously haven’t seen it?”

you sat up now, noticing kat’s serious tone, “see what, kat?”

she sighed, the echo of her nails tapping on her phone screen filling your ears. you felt your phone buzz in your hand, pulling it away and clicking on the messages notification from her. you clicked on the screenshot, your eyes widening quickly. 

“kat, what the fuck is this?”

shawnmendes added to their instagram story.

you were staring blankly at the screenshot. a picture of you on the beach with a smile on your face, a picture you knew shawn had taken during one of your beach dates. 

missing summer with you! <3 @/y/ny/l/n

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Lights ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Eight ※ Holland March / Jackson Healy

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: While he and Healy are stuck in a rut concerning a case, Holland's daughter suggests that the family go on an outing.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Established Relationship, Mention of Period-Typical Homophobia, Family Fluff, Holly March has two dads now

※ Word count: 1023

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

The sun is about to set, and the two men that make up the Nice Guys Detective Agency are still pouring over a case. March and Healy have been at it for hours now. To Holland, it feels as though they have done nothing but argue around and around and around in circles. He’s on the second to last cigarette in the pack, frustrated by the breeze rustling the papers spread out on the table. Healy had opened the dining room window about the third smoke in. The bruiser had cited not wanting to breathe in all that shit which led to a shouting match between the two of them about how Healy smokes cigars and has no damn right to say anything about Holland’s own smoking habits. 

They took this case on Wednesday. It’s now Friday. At the rate things are going, their relationship, professionally and personally, might be over by Sunday. Both men hear the door open before it slams closed. There’s the crashing sound of a bookbag hitting the floor.

“It’s Holly,” he says pointlessly. He can tell Jack is fighting not to give a sarcastic retort. His daughter comes bounding into the room and scares the shit out of both of them when she slams a piece of paper onto the table.

“Jesus!” Holland yelps, nearly dropping his lit cigarette into his lap. Across from him, Healy hits his knee on the wood and mutters something under his breath.

“Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Mr. Healy,” Holly says before hurriedly continuing. “I want to go to this tonight. You guys have been so busy with Mr. Elmer’s peeping tom, and I don’t think we’ve been getting to do enough as a family lately. There’ll be Christmas lights, hot chocolate, and stuff.”

“Don’t-” He starts. It's a reflex at this point. 

“There’ll be Christmas lights and hot chocolate.” She interrupts, glaring at him. Healy rudely chuckles a little and doesn’t even bother to try to hide it. 

Holland straightens himself up and sighs. “Look, honey, we need to get this case knocked out of the way.”

Looking like she’s about to give him the lecture of a lifetime, Holly crosses her arms. She is about to open her mouth to protest right as Jackson pipes up.

“I don’t know, March. We’re not getting things done sitting here fighting while you smoke like a chimney.”

“We’re not going to by screwing off either.” He snaps back. He immediately wants to suck the words back into his mouth at the expressions on their faces. Holly looks genuinely upset, and there’s a brief flicker of hurt in Healy’s eyes. “Fine! Jesus tap dancing Christ! We can go,” he relents.

Not even ten minutes go by before Holland finds himself sprawled out in the back seat. Healy is behind the wheel and Holly is riding shotgun on navigation duty. He lets himself whistle off-key for the duration of the drive and think. It feels as though he and his partner are right on the cusp of finding the answer to the case. Thoughts of their peeper situation keeps him distracted until they arrive at the botanical garden.

The property is swarming with people, all here to see the dazzling display of lights. Healy pays for the tickets while Holly strains her neck to look around the corner at a truly impressively done polar bear made of string lights. He is starting to feel less irritable. His daughter was right, it had been a long time since the three of them had done anything as a family. 

Almost immediately through the gate, they lose Healy. Holland has his hands full keeping an eye on Holly, but he does his best to scan the milling crowds for his partner. He’s about to snag his daughter and start shouting the other man’s name when he pops up at his side like a jack in the box. 

“Where the hell did you go?” He snaps, clutching at his chest. Were they conspiring together to give him a heart attack before midnight tonight?

“Drinks,” the bruiser says, shoving a warm paper cup into March’s hand. He passes one to Holly as well. Jackson has never been one to turn down chocolate, especially when it’s free.

Holland pops the lid off his cup with a sigh and tips a splash of whisky into the hot chocolate from the flask he keeps in his jacket pocket. He dismisses Healy’s disapproving stare. “This is the first drink I’ve had all day.”

The other man lets it go. March knows he’s been doing a good job at cutting back. He has stopped drinking before the sun sets which has been a massive improvement. The detective doesn’t plan to get plastered here either. Any other refills will be purely non-alcoholic. 

As they roam the botanical garden, Holly is oo’ing and ah’ing at the lights, completely entranced. Both men watch her fondly. Their little family is a happy one despite the baggage that each member is carrying. Holland can’t imagine life without his partner and without his daughter. Most days, they keep him from going under and not coming back up.

While watching his daughter spin around under a canopy of lights arranged to look like dripping icicles, Holland’s fingers brush against Healy’s. He turns to look at Healy, only to find the man looking up into the branches. He has a smile on his scruffy face.

“Sure is somethin’, ain’t it, March?”

The detective  hesitates, casting a quick glance around, no one seems to be paying them any attention in the darkness. He slots his fingers in next to Healy’s, wrapping intertwining them with the other man’s until they’re holding hands for the first time in public. Two middle aged men in the 70s. Jack twitches like he might pull away, but he just grips Holland’s hand tightly. He feels elated and terrified, but nothing happens. He just has the warm comfort of Healy’s hand clasped in his. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He sounds choked up even to himself, but why shouldn’t he be? He’s having a good time with his family and everything is okay.