#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 😭

[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!'

[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."

[kidney9-9]

A Busy Christmas Season - Tom Holland

Hi hope you enjoy reading this :) thank you! Requests are open and I hope to start writing more soon. Happy holidays!

Tom Holland x Reader [Angst with Happy ending/Fluff] Warnings: Cursing, crying, breakdown Word Count: 2.7k

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Your eyes widened at the list of preparations for the Christmas party at your work and the other list of Christmas gifts you had to find and buy for your family and friends. And then there was the fact, that your boss decided that you could handle a bit more work with this new assignment that had you researching about celebrities and their favorite restaurants.

Fuck, this was a lot of work for this week. You shouldn’t have waited this long to buy the gifts for your family and friends, but you were waiting for your paycheck that came earlier today, since you didn’t want to dip into your savings account.

You sighed as you put your keys into your car, making sure you had everything with you – your purse, your work laptop, wallet, and phone. You glanced down to your phone as you put your seatbelt on, seeing the screensaver with you and Tom, the picture making you smile briefly. Tom was over at his friend’s place at the moment, so he had no idea that you were going to run some errands for Christmas and work.

You had sung along to the music on your playlist as you drove to a shopping center to buy the supplies for the Christmas party at work and hopefully find some gifts for your friends and family. You groaned as you realized there was traffic on the way there.

By the time you got there, you wasted an extra hour sitting in traffic! It seemed that other people were also Christmas shopping this week, but it still was annoying to deal with, especially when you were on schedule today.

You rushed into the store, grabbing the supplies for the work party, throwing in some extra snacks and drinks. You bought it with the company credit card, sighing in relief when it went through without any trouble.

You ran into another store, buying one of your friends a pair of shoes they said they wanted before. Then found some funny gag gifts for Tom, laughing slightly as you put it in the cart. Then you found a sweet bracelet for another friend, gift cards for a few family members to their favorite places. You got Tom’s family some cozy blankets for the chilly season and a family friendly board game, since you knew they loved playing those.

Finally, the only person you had left to buy a gift for was Tom himself. Sure, you got a few gag gifts for him, but you wanted to get something to show how much you loved him and appreciated him this Christmas.

Checking the time on your phone, you groaned loudly as a surge of panicked stress came up. You only had two hours to bring the supplies to your work and you had to finish that assignment that you hadn’t had time to work on! You quickly bought everything and rushed to your car, accidentally running your cart into the back of someone else’s car as they were backing up.

You gasped as you pulled the cart back, looking at the big scratch and small dent it made on the car. The person honked at you, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, cursing your luck as the person came out of his car, screaming at you.

“How could you not look where you were going, you freak?! Do you know you’re not supposed to be running in a parking lot?!” He yelled, waving his hands to you.

You sighed, “I’m so sorry, what’s your name and phone number? And your insurance? I’ll try my best to fix this as fast as I can, but I need to leave right now.”

He shook his head, “You’re not leaving here until I get video evidence that this happened. We’re going into the store over there to get the evidence. I’m not about to be scammed by a stupid girl like you.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not going to scam you? What made you think I was?” Your attitude slipped, and the man’s eyes widened at you.

“There it is, right there, your generation’s behavior is disgusting to its elders. How horrible. I bet you enjoy disrespecting everyone and being a degenerate.” He scoffed at you.

You breathed in deeply, holding back your fuming anger and stress. “You can go into the store. I’m going to let you take a picture of my ID and phone number, because I’m leaving now. And you’re not dragging me into a mess right now, because I already have so much else to do, understand?”

He coughed in shock at your response, “So horrifying to see this behavior in today’s society. I worked so hard for your generation to enjoy its freedom. Now pull out your ID, young lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled out everything, practically shoving it his way so he could take pictures of it. He even took a picture of your face, close up, saying he needed the evidence in case he wanted to take you to court.

As you finally left the parking lot, you almost sped to your workplace. Once you got there, you took a seat in your office with the supplies in your hands. You looked around in confusion, wondering where your notepad was with all the extra details you needed for your assignment.

“Anyone see my notepad?” You called out, ignoring the fact that you could hear your stress in your voice.

“Patricia threw it out, said it wasn’t festive enough and that you don’t use it.” Your coworker came up to you, glancing into your office.

“What? She did what?” You groaned out, “It had everything I needed! It was a new notepad!”

“Go ask Patricia where she threw it out.” He shrugged back to you. You breathed in deeply, trying to calm your anger and stress.

“Fine. I will.” You spoke softly but anger filled your tone. Patricia was in the break room, sipping some coffee as you walked in. You asked where your notepad was, and she said the janitor already threw the trash out for today and it was out in the back of the building probably. She apologized to you shortly before adding, “You never used it, how was I supposed to know?”

“Maybe don’t go into my office when I’m not there?” You sarcastically shot back. She gasped at your tone, and you ignored it and paced to the garbage cans to the back of the building.

By the time you got back, you were trying to stop yourself from crying and had trash sticking to parts of your outfit. You smelled disgusting, and you felt even worse. Your boss walked up to you and cleared her throat, “You’re needed in my office as soon as possible.”

You nodded shakily, putting your notebook on your desk, and walked with her to her office. “Is this about the office party? I have the supplies at my desk.” You asked her, feeling anxious at the look she sent you.

“No. This is about your attitude to your coworkers. One of them – anonymously, came into my office and begged me to reprimand you for your behavior. They said something about the way you were angry about what they did and that you were mean to them. I have never heard of something like this from you, I’m disappointed. I’m handing your assignment off to William since he has a kinder approach to his coworkers, compared to you at the moment. Check yourself before you come to work again. This will not be acceptable again, this is your official warning.” She lectured you.

You did your best to hold in your gasp and your cries, and nodded silently and left the room. You quickly rushed to your office, and unceremoniously dumped the supplies for the office party in the break room. You stared at Patricia’s coffee mug in the sink, grabbed it and took it with you as you left the office.

You drove home with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand gripping tightly on Patricia’s ugly coffee mug.

Once you got home, you slammed the door shut and fell to the floor sobbing hard.

“Stupid Patricia, you weirdo. I hope you trip on a fucking Lego.” You sobbed out, clutching the mug in your hands. You didn’t hear Tom approaching you from the kitchen. He gazed at you with full concern and worry.

“Baby?” He called out.

“And – and – old mean man, what the fuck? I hope your license gets taken away.” You sobbed out, hitting your head back against the door repeatedly, not hearing Tom.

“This is all my fault, fuck.” You cried out, dropping the mug to the floor, thankfully not cracking it. Your eyes were squeezed shut and sobs huffed out of your throat.

“Darling! What’s going on?” Tom spoke up louder, dropping on the floor next to you and curling his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.

“Tom?” you sobbed out, digging your head into neck, trying to breath in without crying again but you couldn’t stop your sobbing.

He rubbed your back with one of his hands and brought the other to the back of your head. He stroked it softly, whispering sweet things to you, “It’s going to be okay, baby. Shh, listen to my voice. You’ve got it, honey.”

You continued to sob for a while until you felt exhausted. The cries slowly turned into sniffles as you slowly blinked into his neck, “I got snot on you…” You whimpered quietly.

“Oh baby, it’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?” He mumbled back to you, kissing your forehead as he brought you close to him.

“No, not now.” You felt another tear slip and you rolled your eyes, “It’s stupid. Fuck, I still got to get the gifts out of the car.”

“No, it’s not stupid and no, you’re not getting stuff out of the car right now baby. You’re going to go take a bath right now.” He responded to you. He picked you up and you sleepily cuddled into his arms, not refusing him.

“I’m tired.” You yawned as he set you on the bed softly. He hummed back to you with soft eyes looking down at your body. He noticed some of the trash on your outfit, and picked it off, a bit confused, but he didn’t bring it up.

He helped you take your shirt off first, and then your pants, and then the rest of your clothing. You shivered softly and he pulled a blanket on top of you, then rushed to the bathroom and started a warm bath. He lit some of your favorite calming candles and put some lavender bubble bath into the water.

When he walked back into the bedroom, you were slipping to sleep and he smiled down at you, sitting next to you on the bed. He pressed kisses on your face, waking you up just slightly.

“Baby, I’m going to take you to the bath now, is that okay?” He whispered to you, watching as you nodded back to him a yes. He picked you up, holding you close as the blanket fell to the floor from your body. You breathed in deeply, close to his neck again, just enjoying the fact that he was here with you and that he was holding you close.

“Mm, you smell good.” You murmured, and Tom smiled down at you. He slowly placed you into the full bathtub, with a fluffy towel on the edge where he put your neck and head.

“Yeah? I’m wearing the cologne you got me for my birthday.” He whispered back to you, smiling as you blinked slowly at him, waking up a bit.

You looked around, slipping back into awareness, “Oh, Tom…” Your eyes started to tear up and Tom quickly slipped his hand underwater, squeezing yours.

“Aw baby, don’t cry, it’s okay now.” He mumbled to you, kissing your cheek softly.

You pouted at him, eyes still watering, “You’re so sweet, I love you so much.” You sniffled, and he grinned at you, pressing a kiss to your pout.

“Mm, I love you too, honey. You deserve the best in the world.” He whispered back, before helping you wash yourself. He scrubbed your arms with washcloth, dragging soap up and down your body as you rested in the bath.

“Tom?” You hummed out, gazing at him softly. He nodded back for you to continue.

“Thank you. Do you wanna get in?” You asked gently, holding onto one of his hands and squeezing.

He smiled back to you and nodded, “Sure thing, sweetheart. One second.” He pulled back and undressed himself. You scooted to the center of the bath to give him space to get in behind you. Once he settled in, his legs were on either side of your body and you were resting up against his chest. The warmth from his body and the bath made you sleepy again, and you pressed a slow kiss to his arm when you turned to cuddle close to him.

“Love you baby.” He whispered, brushing his hand through your hair. You mumbled it back before you drifted off to sleep, the stress from today washing off of you.

Tom stayed in the tub with you for another thirty minutes, making sure he washed you up good. Once he was ready to get out, he picked you up bridal style and pulled a towel over your body so you wouldn’t get cold.

He placed you on the bed and dried you off with soft and caring hands and then went back into the bathroom to tidy up. When he came back, you were cuddling with one of your favorite blankets on the bed. He smiled at the sight and went to go wash your clothes in the laundry room. Once he tossed them into the washing machine, he went into the kitchen and started making your favorite meal.

It took a little bit of time, thankfully he had the supplies beforehand, and then set it up on the night stand next to you. Before he woke you up, he set up the TV in the room and found one of your comfort shows. He pressed play and put the volume low.

He woke you up with a kiss to your forehead. You blinked up in surprise as the smell of the food hit your nose and you gazed over the room. He set everything up perfectly.

“This is amazing, Tom.” You spoke up softly, gazing to him with love in your eyes. He settled into the bed next to you and kissed your cheek.

“For my perfect girl.” He whispered back, smiling at you as you cuddled close to him again.

“Not that perfect! I can’t find a gift for you for Christmas.” You laughed softly and shook your head.

He raised his eyebrows and then shrugged, “I already got my gift for Christmas. It’s okay.”

“What?” You laughed, a bit confused at his answer.

“Yeah, it’s perfect. My Christmas gift is you, here in my arms, smiling so sweet like that, my love. Thank you.” He murmured to you, kissing your cheek again. You put the dish down on the nightstand before you fully turned to him and put your hands around his body, pulling him into a hug.

“Baby, you’re so kind. I love you so much.” You whispered back.

“I love you too, darling.” He hummed into your embrace.

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Bonus Scene:

“Wait, that annoying girl threw out your work? And she didn’t get in trouble? I can’t believe that shit…but I’m glad you stole her mug. We could smash it.” Tom suggested to you, tossing the mug in the air, and catching it.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, “I was thinking about doing that, but she’ll probably complain and say that I did it. It’s okay, I’ll just return it to work tomorrow.”

“Also, about that old guy, I’m pretty sure he’s the one that would get in trouble legally for almost hitting you! But don’t worry about it, I’ll deal with him today while you take a break.” Tom brought up and your eyes widened.

“Uh, wait really? I thought I’d get into trouble for running in a parking lot. And what are you going to do about it?” You asked, laughing when he made a funny face.

“I’ll be like James Bond, agent 007 and I’ll do spy things to him, so he doesn’t bother you again.” Tom chuckled back, punching the air.

“You’re so dumb, I love you.” You laughed back and he pulled you into a hug, laughing with you.

[userholland]

snowed in hell

you didn't think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you're snowed in with him and away from home. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that's very passionate and romantic and you're curious if you can explore that.

PAIRING: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!reader

GENRE: smut 18+ minors dni!, pwp, enemies to lovers (?), secret crushes, lots and lots of longing and pining, dom!tom + dom!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k [the longest one so far lol]

A/N: merry christmas eve/happy holidays! sexy present here lmao. i haven't written smut in a while so apologies in advance but i thought id just throw one in there. honestly may post more on my smut sideblog now that i have a bit more time to write! let me know if this series has been great for you guys :D

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"A weekend away didn't seem like a bad idea"... is what you should be thinking. The winter wonderland that was this beautiful snowfall was all nice and cheery until you're going with your boss for one of his many conferences before the holiday season can start.

Now, Tom Holland wasn't bad looking, but once his egotistical comments spouted out of his mouth, you were able to snap back into reality. Not only could he sound like the most out-of-touch guy, but he flaunted how successful he was on-top of his looks.

So when he invited you－ no, expect you－ to come to this conference, it was a bit of a disappointment when you thought that it would be your one weekend of not doing anything that revolved around him. Now it was all about him... as per usual.

Carefully driving to the five-star hotel, all he did was talk about his own expectations and try to figure out what to say at the big dinner they were holding before tomorrow's conference. All you could do was make mental notes since you were driving and he was checking himself in the mirror in the backseat.

Luckily, you had adjoined rooms so there was some separation between your lives these next two days. While he was working in his room, you hoped to go on the slopes and enjoy breakfast on the nice outside deck while reading a book. Maybe even meet someone like in some cheesy romance movie.

"No, no, we have the charity ball on the 5th. The opening of the library the week after." Tom sighed, "Yes, yes, darling, I'm aware of that, but we can move all those dates... Trust me, I know Mr. Morales isn't with his wife on Tuesdays and Thursdays..." He continued, his left eyebrow arched.

You could roll your eyes, but all you did was take a deep breath.

"Well, I checked in the mirror and I can say that today is gonna be a great day." He smirked.

Oh, God. You needed this thirty remaining minutes to turn into thirty seconds.

"Y/N, slow down a bit. We're in no rush." Tom signaled his hand, looking through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." You grinned, fixing your posture as you eased your foot off the gas pedal.

♡ ♡ ♡

You're relieved once you're checked into your room, knowing there was one wall between you and Tom. When you lay on your bed, basically hoping into the soft mattress, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of hearing Tom's muffled voice through the wall, it was silent. You fix your skirt and button up before knocking on the door until Tom said you could come in.

When you step in, you see Tom standing in front of the full-body mirror by the window. As much as you wanted to complain, he did look good in a dark suit. You saw him adjust his sleeves under his jacket, but his tie was crooked.

"Here, I let me fix your tie." You trailed as you walked over.

You leaned into your heels, pulling the tie a bit down before pulling it perfectly where the top button of his shirt was. His brown eyes glossed over as he watched you, admiring how the orange light from the sunset laying against your face.

When you lifted your head, you saw his eyes, but you two could just produce awkward laughs. When you were hired, all your friends envied that you worked for someone as handsome and suave as Tom, and so were you. It was his huge ego that got in the way. Then, there were moments like this where that small crush bloomed back up.

Tom couldn't disagree that there weren't some feelings in the beginning as well. Workplace relationships were frowned upon, and already keeping his father's company afloat, there was no need to try to impress you. He would rather fight off those feelings then see where it goes.

"Thank you, Y/N." He said before clearing his throat.

"Of course, sir." You grinned.

"You don't have to always call me that. It's Tom, darling."

"I know." You quickly said, but you felt heat on your cheeks.

"Well, we need to get down there." He quickly gathered himself before the two of you left your rooms.

When you entered the elevator, it was just the two of you. There wasn't much said but it stopped on the floor below, a few people filed in and you felt Tom place his hand on your lower back as you took a few steps back.

You leaned next to him, placing your hand on his chest. Tom's heart hadn't beat so fast in a while, but in that moment, he thought everyone in the small space could hear it.

"Sorry, sir." You said, pulling your hand back and then tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to apologize, darling."

Your eyes fixated longer on him before the doors opened, and he walked out with the others.

Quickly, you followed him before he was practically mobbed by his peers, asking all these questions and statements while you stood behind his back. A few times he'd look over his shoulder to make sure you were close, and you would show him a small smile.

Time got away as he loved to talk business before timidly tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention toward you.

"Sir, the conference starts in five minutes."

He chuckled, "Oh, I have to go but nice seeing you guys. Let's catch up this weekend." Tom smiled at the few men.

As the two of you walked away, Tom's smile fell and his hands played with the first button of his suit jacket.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just because I have the money to finance their plans doesn't mean I can. I'm not..." He trailed, "Well, I'm not some dream maker. Let's put it at that."

"Sorry about that, sir." You cleared your throat.

"Remember what we spoke about?" He asked, turning to you.

"Tom... I meant Tom." You trailed, giving a half-smile.

He actually smiled back, something you rarely saw but the two of you continued to the hall, taking your seats before a long meeting.

♡ ♡ ♡

After an hour and a half, you and Tom went to the bar as per his request. Instead of sitting at the stools, you were sat at a table and you weren't use to spending a dinner with him. When the waiter came by, you were going to order for the two of you until Tom spoke first.

"One glass of scotch neat and a gin and tonic, light on the tonic." He said, impressing you.

"You remembered?" You asked, sounding like an old friend.

"Of course. It's not always your job to do that." He grinned.

Once you got your drinks, you cheers to the night and a successful start to the weekend. You almost wanted to toast to Tom not getting on your last nerve, but a man came by with 'manager' written under his name on his tag.

"Excuse me, but we just wanted to tell you that there is a harsh snowstorm right now. There may be some bad cell service and the roads are completely covered so, I would advise you not to go out tonight if you were planning to leave."

"Thank you for telling us." Tom nodded.

"We can send anything complimentary to your room if needed, Mr. Holland." He reassured him before leaving.

"Wow, so you're not new around here." You joked a bit and wondered if it was okay.

"Yeah, I've come here a few times. With my dad before I took over the business. Anything you need, on me."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink, and then the rest of the hour was getting to know one another. He got to know you better than when you were first interviewed, but now that he was relaxed, Tom got to know you better than the side he aggressively showed in the office.

He had been meaning to sit down with you for a long time, wondering if there was any chance he would, but he thought about his reputation too much. He knew it could be a mood-killer sometimes, but there was a lot to hold yet being with you right there made him forget all of that.

There was an unspoken tension at the table and neither of you two wanted to address it... but there was still enough time in the weekend.

♡ ♡ ♡

That night, you weren't sure how to feel. You wondered if there was actually anything you felt romantically toward Tom. You paced the room a few times and ended up staring into the night sky through your deck.

Once you tried to focus on the silence of the room, you could hear the muffled TV noises coming through the wall that shared your rooms. You took a few deep breaths as you approach the door, talking yourself through this in your head.

You knocked, "May I come in?"

"Yeah!" Tom shouted.

When you entered his room, the beginning of the movie Charade starring Audrey Hepburn was on, oddly fitting with the location you were staying at. Tom walked from the bathroom, his tie loosen and his shoes off. He seemed more relaxed than you did, but he probably wasn't wondering what was coming of this in your mind.

"Hi... I uh, I just heard the TV and thought I would um... I uh, come over." You said, knowing how awkward and childish it sounded.

"Yeah, just an old movie. I was practicing my speech for tomorrow's conference." He said, gently pulling off his cuff links.

You hummed, standing there and your knees suddenly felt weak.

Tom took a second look at you, "Is everything okay?"

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach, fuzzy feelings exploding and all you could do was slowly walk over to him. He sensed what move you could make, but Tom stood tall and strong, able to easily do it.

"Y/N, look at me." He softly commanded.

Your eyes met, and all you could hear was the TV in the background and the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Just as you took a step closer, he placed his hand on your soft cheek. Soon, your lips met in the middle for a spontaneous kiss that tasted heavenly.

As your tongue pressed against his, practically melting at how soft his was, his firm hands began to unbutton your top before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.

You hummed, "Yes. Yes, keep going."

Just like that, he contiuned pulling apart the buttons one by one as your noses brushed against one another's and you could barely take the tension.

Once you undid the last button, you let your shirt fall near your feet. Standing there in your silk white bra and skirt, you slowly pushed him toward the bed until he sat down. His eyes trailed your body as you stood only a few feet away and your hands met the back of your skirt.

He watched you slowly peel down the zipper, the fabric pulling from your body before it fell to the ground as well. Tom's mouth gapped a bit, seeing your stockings were attached to a white garter belt and the matching lacey, white panties beneath them.

Tom was loss for words, the dim lights not doing any justice for your body. He leaned up as you walked toward him, and his hands immediately met your hips. He slowly pressed his lips against your lower abdomen, giving you butterlies as he continued to tease.

As you watched him carefully place his wet kisses, your hand met his soft curls and carded through them each time he got lower. He used his teeth to pull at the top of your panties, letting the fabric lightly slap your skin.

"You look like an angel, you know that?" He muttered.

You wanted to nod, but he ran his hand up your inner thigh before meeting your clothed slit. He smirked as he massaged the wet spot on the center of your panties. Your swollen clit ached, trying not to let your knees get weak as you still stood infront of him.

Your hands met his shoulders, and your fingernails lightly grazed his freckled skin. He kept moving his two fingers ever so slowly as he left a small love bite on your hip.

"I bet you want me to fuck you senseless, yes?" He groaned, "Until you can't even say words... just my name."

A small moan left your throat as he switched to his thumb rubbing on your clit. You gulped, wanting him to pull them off already but instead he brought you down to your knees.

"Not before you prove to me you're a good girl who deserves to be fucked so good." Tom nodded, holding his eye contact with you.

At first you wanted to pout, but you also wanted to show him that you were no force to be reckon with either. He thought he had the control and you were going to change that.

"Yes, sir." You trailed, giving a new meaning to the respect addressing he always told you not to use.

After unbuckling his belt, you threw it to the side before unzipping his pants. His cock pressed against his briefs, bigger than you expected. You tossed his pants along with his belt before your hand moved against his hard that stayed below the soft fabric.

Your fingers pulled each side of the band of his briefs, watching his cock spring up and all felt was your face feeling hot. He carefully watched your hand perfectly grip his base, pumping his hard slowly as your tongue ran over his red tip.

"Fucking christ, fuck." He groaned, using his weight to push up on his elbows as he laid back on the bed.

He expected you to be fast, but the slowness of your pace was killing him. Your hand moved up and down, your spit lubricating his base and your mouth wrapped around his tip.

"Don't fucking tease me all night, darling." He lowly growled, his hand moving through your hair to keep it from your face. He wanted to watch every second of his cock in your sweet mouth.

As your hands pushed against both his thighs, you felt his cock grow harder as his tip pressed against the back of your throat. You couldn't see Tom, but heard his moans he was obviously trying to hold back.

"No teeth, darling. Open your mouth wider... fucking. Yeah, fucking feels good." He practically panted.

Before he felt himself on the edge, you pulled away and all he could hear was his own heart beating. He didn't question fast enough, and you were already on your feet before straddling him.

"You had your fun, now you're gonna show me why you deserve to fuck me." You giggled, half-smiling then pressed your lips against his. He liked this side of you.

Tom rolled the two of you over, the cool sheets against your back. He parted your legs as he trailed wet kisses over your bra, down your stomach then over your panties. You tilted your head watching him unclip your stockings from your belt, then pulling your panties to the side.

He propped your left leg over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your clit, so swollen and wet. His tongue perfect stoked below your clit and right above your slit, just the place to make your whole body squirm. Tom continued to flick his tongue right at your sweet spot, holding down your hips as they tried to move.

A trail of quiet moans left your lips, completely in awe of how he took his time. Just as your stomach turned, his two fingers slipped inside you. They curled and moved slowly as his tongue worked your clit.

You could cum right there, letting him watch your whole body wither but you wanted to play the long game too. Your grip moved to his curls, tugging so hard the move you tried to hold back your orgasm.

"Oh... oh, I wanna..." Your voice strained, ending up biting your lip.

Tom smirked before leaving wet kisses up your slit and then further up toward your hips until wrapping his lips around your right nipple.

You leaned up on your elbows, smiling to yourself before he kissed you again, "I wanna be in control now." You whispered.

The two of you switched positions again, straddling him as he leaned his back against the headboard the of bed. You slowly wrapped your arms back around him, pecking faint kisses up his neck before meeting your noses again.

Your one hand guided his tip to your slit, rubbing it against the wet entrance before sinking down on his lap. His low, rough grunt was against your lips, but all you could do was smirk.

"I bet you want me to move now on your cock. I can feel it stretching out my tight hole." You whispered once more.

He didn't think such a dirty sentence could come from those lips.

"God, you feel fucking amazing, you tease." He said, his fingers pushing into your hips.

"I don't want you to cum until I say..." You kissed him, "Think you can do that, sir?" You teased.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head but he was completely putty. You fixed your posture to make your back straight, then start moving your hips. His head falls, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

Tom tried to refrain from moving, bucking his hips a few times. You tried to take control by kissing him and make sure he's distracted, but there was no stopping his wanting to turn the two of you over and have his own control back.

"Don't be shy, tell me if you're gonna cum." You whimpered, also feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"God, yes. I'm gonna cum." He grunted between your kiss.

You sped up the pace of your hips, hearing the slapping of your skin fill the room. You gasp and whine, "Don't cum yet."

But, he was so eager.

"Not yet... not yet." You trailed as you felt near your edge. You wanted him to wait until you were right there too.

By this point, he didn't want to move his hips, afraid of letting go since he was holding back. Your nails dug across his back, your clit incredibly swollen and your wetness trailing down your inner thighs.

"Fucking cum now, God!" You announced in a whiny tone.

Tom pushed down your hips, and his cock bottomed out inside you. Your voices were shaky and hoarse by the time you came back down from your highs.

Your head fell against his shoulder, both of your bodies settling as you huffed to catch your breaths. You slowly rolled off of him and lay next to him in his bed. Quickly, he pulled the covers over you two and leaned on his side to look at your tired self.

"Think we can go for round two in say..." He checked his watch, "Ten minutes?" Tom joked.

You smirked, "Make it five and I promise I'll have you screaming louder than me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not for me, sir."

[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

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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]

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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

[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

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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.”

                                ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

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building a snowman with dad!tom

i love the idea 🥺

pairing: tom holland x reader

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“winters are her favorite season.” tom tells your mom as he helps your little girl pull her arm through the sleev of her new christmas sweater.

little strands of her hair went flying and you brushed them down with your fingers, “do you like the sweater nana got you?” you ask her.

june– your three year old– nods, giving you a toothy smile, “pretty.”

on christmas eve, you and tom called your families over for a dinner. it was a tradition. and now, after dinner, all of you are gathered around the living room, watching june play with her new toy train as everyone exchanged gifts and memories of the past year.

“dada! snow!” june pointed out and all of you noticed that it was starting to snow.

“oh, we better be off before it starts to snow heavily.” your dad pointed out and however much you insisted they stay, it didn’t work as you found yourself standing on the patio of your little house and tom held june’s hand, waving her grandparents goodbye.

the next morning a good layer of snow had set in and the look that tom and june shared first thing in the morning was enough to tell you to pull out jackets and boots for all three of you. sometimes you felt like you had two kids.

you even had to force them to stay in for breakfast. after that, however, the two of them rushed outside because “june wants to make a snowman!”

you went along with them, smiling as june ran over the snow, leaving behind a trail of tiny bootprints. when she accidentally fell over the snow, tom ran towards her and fell on his back beside her on purpose. he started moving his arms and legs over the snow to make snow angels, prompting the little one to do the same as her father.

“come on over and make snow angels with us, darling!” you chuckled at the two of them before following suit.

after the three of you were done making snow angels and june sat up, tired of flailing her arms and legs around.

“hey, little junie, you wanna go inside now?” tom asked, rubbing her back but she shook her head.

“i want snowman!”

and as far as you knew tom, he would do anything to complete any demands of his angel. thus began the conquest of building a snowman.

tom worked on getting the base made while you and june made the smaller ball of snow. when the lower part was done, june helped tom in shaping the snow with her tiny gloved hands. you and tom assembled the remaining snowman, letting june fix the carrot as its nose at last.

“yay!” she grinned, clapping her hands when she was done. tom smiled at her picking her up in his arms and admiring your work.

“now what should we name it?”

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[annab-nana]

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” w tommy 🫶🏻

dude, he so would be dramatically grumpy

warnings: not proofread, pouty tom

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every year, the hollands threw a christmas party. they invited family, friends, a whole slew of people. conversations flowed, games were played, food was shared, fun was had all throughout. earlier, you and tuwaine were teamed up against tom and harrison in some relay race paddy had created and tom thought he and harrison had it in the bag. he was so confident until he saw tuwaine cross the finish line before he did, tuwaine's hands clapping against your own as you both wore wide cheerful smiles.

tuwaine kept you by his side and made sure it was known that you two were the relay race champions, both of you sporting around the crowns that paddy had also made for the winning pair. little did you know, tom was sulking over the loss.

you didn't realize it until later that night when you were helping sam put out the desserts everyone brought and cutting the ones that weren't already sliced. tom came over when he found you and leaned against the counter beside you, watching as you perfectly portioned the pie into equal slices.

"you've been awful quiet tonight," you spoke gently while maintaining your focus on the task at hand. "is everything alright?"

"mhmm," tom hummed instead of providing you with a convincing response of actual words. you stopped and met his eye before nudging him with your shoulder.

"you sure about that?" you inquired as you pushed the pie toward him and pulled a tray of uncut brownies toward you. you glanced back at him to see his eyes on the paper crown on your head. "still upset t and i creamed your ass?" you teased. if it came from anyone else, he'd be a little mad, but from you, it was cute so he smiled.

"no," he answered too quickly, resulting in you shooting him a look. he gave in a little. "well, maybe. it's stupid, i know, but you know how competitive i get."

"i do," you agreed. your hands moved up to grab the crown from your head and held it for a second. "but, you did win one thing."

"what?" he asked as you set the handmade crown on his head.

"my heart." yeah, it was corny as hell to say, but the smile that broke out on his face was completely worth it.

"you are such a sap," tom mentioned and circled his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"you love it," you returned, leaning in to kiss his lips. “now, stop being grumpy. it’s lame.”

tom playfully scoffed as if he didn’t want to stop. “fine.”

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[little-diable]

Last Christmas - Tom Holland

Happy 2nd of Advent! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is spending Christmas with her closest friends, meaning her ex-boyfriend will also be around. Tom, the reader's best friend, is right there to save the day, or is he?

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, fake dating, friends to lovers

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader (2.2k words)

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Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away

Snow kept falling from the sky, covering trees, nearby cars and the roof of nearby houses. She didn’t dare avert her gaze, not wanting to miss the powdery substance she has longed for in the past weeks. Silence engulfed her, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts, trying to prepare herself for the upcoming days. By now she couldn’t help but curse herself for giving in, for saying yes to her friends' invite, very well knowing that he would be around.

The reminder of last Christmas kept her awake late at night, how she had watched her boyfriend kiss their mutual friend, trying to hide whatever was going on between them from the girl that had obliviously said “yes” to him only a day earlier. (Y/n)’s heart was bleeding at the mere thought of the pain he had pushed through her, how he had ruined that something special that had been in the process of evolving. 

Now she could only hope that this Christmas would pass by in a blur, grateful that Tom was around, the only one she could rely on, or so it felt like. Tom and (y/n) had been friends ever since sharing a table in school, forced to work together by their teacher, and yet a friendship stronger than one could imagine had pushed them closer and closer together.

Tom had been right there to soothe her pain, allowing (y/n) to stay with him for a while, till she got back on her own two feet. Every step had been supported, every decision made with his help, the one she could blindly trust. 

“Tea?” Tom’s voice echoed through their friend’s living room, eyes drawn from the big windows to find his frame. He was wearing a knitted sweater, made by his mother, a similar one like she was wearing. A soft smile found its way to (y/n)’s lips, guided by the wave of comfort his voice managed to push through her. 

Soft words were shared as Tom plopped down next to her, instinctively opening his arms to draw her in further. Both fell into a comfortable silence, relishing in one another’s closeness, watching the snow fall as their hearts kept beating on. And once again (y/n) found herself wondering how life would be like with Tom as her partner.

A thought she has been haunted by for the past months. 

There had always been something about Tom that drew her in, something which was anything but friendly. She was too scared to address it, not wanting to ruin what kept their friendship alive, but nevertheless, (y/n) couldn’t stop her thoughts from coming up with daydreams about Tom. Innocent moments she longed for. 

“Do you think there’s still enough time for us to leave? Why don’t we spend Christmas together, just the two of us?” Before (y/n) could reply to Tom’s teasing words, the voice of her ex-boyfriend was ringing in her ears, eyes snapping towards the door. She hadn’t seen him since January, keeping her distance as he moved in with his now fiancée, building a life (y/n) and he could have shared.

Tom tightened his grip on her, keeping (y/n) close as their friends greeted the couple. She didn’t dare move, unsure how to make it through the moment she had feared for the past weeks. 

“Tom and (y/n) are already around, why don’t you join them in the living room?” Kate’s voice filled the house, overpowering the soft huff of air that left (y/n). No longer did she have the time to overthink the words she should speak, no longer did she have the time to prepare herself for whatever was about to roll upon her like an avalanche set on burying her. 

“Look at you! You’ve changed so much, (y/n).” The words left her heart aching, torn to shreds as she forced a tight smile onto her lips. She briefly hugged the couple, trying to keep her distance, searching for Tom's comforting warmth. “It’s good to see you two, I didn’t know you would come together.” 

Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

While (y/n) found herself confused by her ex-boyfriends words – Tom had always been around, keeping close – Tom cleared his throat, reaching for (y/n)’s middle before she moved away, “Well, you know, we’ve been dating for a while now. But it’s our first Christmas as a couple.”

And for a moment nobody dared to speak up, faces full of confusion. But while Tom’s eyes found (y/n)’s wide ones, Kate reappeared from the kitchen, staring at the two with the same surprised expression as (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend and his now fiancée, “Since when are you guys dating?”

“Surprise, I guess,” (y/n) forced the words from her pressed together lips, followed by a chuckle as she felt Tom slightly relax behind her. “We wanted to wait till Christmas to tell you guys.” 

Tom pulled her closer to press a kiss against her temple, adding more weight to the lie. Both didn’t miss the sour expression tugging on her ex-boyfriend’s features, murmuring a small “Congratulations” as the two women drew them in for an excited hug. Though the second the attention was drawn from them, focusing on the evening ahead, (y/n) reached for Tom’s hand, pulling him into the kitchen. 

“What was that?” She spat her words, hoping to keep her voice quiet, not wanting the others to notice that something was clearly wrong. 

“I panicked, okay? I know how uncomfortable you feel around him and it somehow just bubbled out of me.” Tom whispered his words, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, seemingly embarrassed about the stunt he had just pulled. For a second all (y/n) could do was stare at her best friend, eyes wandering over his rosy cheek, down to the lower lip he forced his teeth into. 

“It’s alright, thank you for wanting to support me. I guess all we can do is try to pull this off till Sunday.” They’d have to make it through the upcoming two days, putting on an act that could fool their closest friends. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as hard, perhaps they could play into the emotions buried deep within them, like flowers blooming after the cold passes by. 

“I didn’t know you guys were dating.” Her ex-boyfriend’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, eyes drawn from her book. She stared at the man for a moment or two before she let her eyes flicker back down. Perhaps she could simply ignore him, perhaps she could try and focus on something to let her attention slip. “There’s no need for you to be rude.” 

“Excuse me?” A humourless chuckle rumbled through her, forced to close her book as he came to a halt in front of the sofa she was sitting on. “I think I have every right to be angry, furious even.” 

“Oh come on, it’s been a year, grow up, (y/n).” He scoffed, staring down at her with a smirk tugging on his lips, clearly enjoying that he was getting under her skin. She rose from her seat, trying to press herself past him. Her eyes met Tom’s, who was just about to enter the room, wanting to save her before the situation could escalate. 

I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice, my God, I thought you were someone to rely on

“Everything alright in here?” Tom’s voice was sharp, speaking a clear warning (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend seemingly didn’t pick up on. He reached for her wrist, forcing (y/n) to a halt before she could find safety in Tom’s arms. 

“We aren’t done here, (y/n).” She ripped herself free, spitting an emotionless “Fuck You” before she reached for Tom’s hand. No words were shared as she pulled him upstairs to their shared room, glad that they were now engulfed by nothing but silence. Tom didn’t speak up, at least for the next few moments, allowing her to press herself against his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“What can I do, love?” It was just above a whisper, and yet it seemed to be enough to let (y/n) raise her head from his shoulder. Their eyes met like moths drawn to a source of light, clearly projecting the emotions thumping through their veins. The heat inside her system guided her, needing to feel something to release her pent up frustration. 

“Distract me, please.” Tom raised his eyebrows, not knowing what she was asking of him. And yet before he could ask another question, (y/n) had pressed her lips against his, finally kissing the man she had been crushing on for the past years. It took him a few seconds to react to the unfamiliar touch, trying not to overthink the situation. 

“I,” Tom chuckled, trying to express whatever was rushing through his brain like bolts of lightning dancing across the sky, but his rambling was cut short before he could even speak the first vowel. (Y/n) pressed her lips against his once again, not able to speak, still full of anger, hate and confusion. 

He guided her back to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress without breaking the kiss once. Only as he allowed his lips to wander, kissing their way down her throat, did Tom part from her, smirking in victory as he found her spot. She was moaning for him, eyes squeezed shut in hopes of drowning out every thought wanting to distract her, needing to focus on the moment and Tom’s touch. 

“Fuck, what do you want me to do, sweetheart?” Tom’s voice grew raspy, lower than she had ever heard him speak, sending another wave of heat through her body. 

“Need you, Tom, please. Need you to fuck me.” Her words were met with a chuckle clawing through Tom. He helped her out of her sweater, eyes focused on her now exposed skin. Cold hands cupped her breasts, exploring every inch of the body Tom had dreamt of for years on end. Moans echoed through the room, sound followed by the rustling of fabric, helping one another out of the confines of their clothes. 

“Don’t waste any time, please,” she begged Tom, needing to feel him close. Their lips met again before he reached for his wallet, before he ripped the condom open and rolled it down his cock. Their kiss drowned out the moan clawing through (y/n) as he pushed into her, engulfed by her tightness. 

The moment had something so ethereal to it, something neither Tom nor (y/n) could put into words. And for the first time since they’ve arrived at this house, she could silence her thoughts, fully focused on the feeling of her body meeting Tom’s over and over again. He didn’t give her much time to adjust, fucked her ferociously as if they were working on a time limit. 

Even though the moment was somewhat rushed, needing to fuck their emotions out of their systems, it had something so raw to it. Their hearts were racing, communicating without needing any words to do so, clinging to one another like lost wanderers putting their trust into one another. 

“You feel so good, fuck, we should have done this much sooner.” Tom pressed his words past his lips, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck to silence his sounds. Her moans urged him on, begging Tom to push her to her limits, falling off the cliff with him soon following. His hand found her core, circling her bundle of nerves to add more pressure, hoping to hear her moan for him again. 

Her fingernails left marks on his back, reminders for days on end he’d carry with pride, hoping to get lost in the memories of this very moment. He felt her squeeze his cock, clearly close to her breaking point, ready to let go with his name burning on the tip of her tongue. Tom rose his head, wanting to watch her come undone with a proud smile tugging on his lips. 

She moaned his name as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing (y/n) to close her eyes, relishing in the intense feeling. Tom gave it a few more thrusts before he gave in, collapsing next to her on the mattress.

No words were spoken as his now warm hand found hers, not yet ready to let go of her. “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to lie to them.” Tom murmured his words, eyes finding (y/n)’s twinkling ones. And with a chuckle rumbling through her, (y/n) pulled him in for another kiss. 

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

did we look like partners in crime?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52669738 by kotka0 “Are you worried I would ruin it? Look, that’s fair but you went to school for me. You had to deal with everything, and I’m sorry about that, but isn’t it only fair that I return the favor?” Tony huffed. He wasn’t making this any easier for him, and he certainly wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Kid, you wouldn’t ruin anything. And second, you deal with that every day. There’s nothing to be sorry about. But… I just don't want you to be me.” That didn’t come out as intended. Peter snapped, obviously hurt, “What does that even mean?” He studied Tony’s - or well, his own - face, trying to figure it out. OR Peter and Tony swap bodies right before Christmas. Dealing with their own lives is difficult enough without having to live each other’s. Words: 2654, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan, Steve Rogers, Flash Thompson Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Christmas, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Teen Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Irondad, Flash Thompson Bullies Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52669738

[bradtomlovesya]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You love watching Christmas movies and you know Tom does too.

Warnings: Nothing, is pure Fluff!

w/c: 908

A/N: this is a shorty writing that came to my mind after a full day of watching Christmas movies. I hope you like it and reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciate it.

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Happy Holidays! (Gif not mine)

Tom is back home for the holidays and that means: watching Christmas movies all month long.

You couldn't be happier with this idea because you LOVE Christmas movies. That's right, in capital letters. These movies have always been more than predictable, but so what? They're the kind of movies you watch and they help you forget your worries for a while.

They don't worry you, they don't stress you, they don't make you anxious. They're just there to give you comfort and that's more than enough.

"What movie are we watching today?" Tom asks, sitting down on the couch and popping some popcorn in his mouth.

"A Christmas Prince" you reply, sitting down next to him and pulling the blanket over both of your feet. You pick up the remote and look at the Netflix logo from when you open the app.

"Is this another one of those movies where the prince ends up married to the country girl? He raises an eyebrow.

"You can pretend all you want that you don't like those kinds of movies, but we both know that's a lie because you love them," you eat popcorn and play the movie.

Tom is silent for a moment. It's true, he does find these kinds of movies entertaining. "They're usually a cliché."

You lean your head on his chest and watch the film in silence.

When the film finally ends, Tom is totally absorbed in his thoughts.

"You didn't like it?" You raise an eyebrow. The film was certainly a cliché, but you had loved it.

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" He smiles broadly and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Can we watch the second one, please? I'm in love with that couple and I want to see the wedding" he pouts prettily.

"You're quite the walking green flag, Tom" you laugh lightly and kiss his cheek. It was around one in the morning and you were tired. "We can watch it tomorrow, second and third, I promise" you kiss his pout.

"But-" he tries to protest, sighs and nods. "It's okay. I understand you're tired" he kisses your forehead and gets up to put the now empty popcorn bowl in the dishwasher. "What do you think the plot of the second movie is?" He asks excitedly and follows you up the stairs.

"I don't know," you laugh at his enthusiasm and curl up next to him on the bed. "You're so sweet."

"Come on, at least something must come to your mind" he grumbles like a small child and arranges the bed for sleep.

"Maybe they're going to have problems with the wedding happening, I don't know" you yawn.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's as good as the first one." He murmurs and kisses the top of your head. "Love?" he asks after a moment.

You don't answer. You are already deeply numb.

Your boyfriend smiles to himself, turns off the light and settles in to sleep next to you and keep you warm on this winter night.

~♡♥︎♡~

"I promise we'll watch the movie as soon as I get home" you talk to Tom using the loudspeaker as you drive.

"And when will that be?" he complains "you were out all day. "

You can almost hear him pout.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, I'm kind of stuck in traffic" you sigh.

"Alright, drive carefully" he makes kissing sounds "I love you".

"And I love you" you reply and he hangs up the call.

You arrive home 20 minutes after the call ends and leave your coat and shoes in the hall. You walk into the living room and there he is committing the crime.

"Thomas!" You exclaim causing the remote control to jump out of his hands and land on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not what you think" he gets up and walks quickly towards you.

"Oh no? Because it looks like you were watching the second movie without me" you cross your arms.

"Yes it is what it looks like but I promise it's only ten minutes" he takes your hands. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

You don't say anything, you just laugh.

"Are you wearing a Christmas jumper?" you smile.

"Maybe?" He laughs with you.

"You're quite the character, Tommy" you laugh and kiss his lips. "I'm glad the movies sparked your Christmas spirit but promise me you'll wait for me next time, I like those movies too." You leave a kiss on the tip of his nose and run your hands through his hair.

"I promise and I'm sorry," he guides you to the sofa, "I made popcorn, hot chocolate and bought those sweets you like so much," he points to a plate on the small coffee table.

"I'm surprised you haven't brought out the Christmas decorations yet," you joke.

"In fact..." he points to several boxes by the cupboard. "I've got everything out, just need to hang them up," you both laugh.

"So you're a Santa's helper now?" you guffaw.

"You could say that. What do you want for Christmas?" He scoffs and plays along.

"I want to be able to watch more Christmas movies with my boyfriend on this couch" you smile and settle in next to him to watch the movie.

"Granted" he kisses your lips with extreme sweetness and plays the movie from the beginning.

One of many you will happily watch throughout the month.

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[userholland]

baby's first christmas

after five months with your own bundle of joy, it's christmas time! the two of you weren't expecting to splurge so much but it's the morning of december 25th and it's all about the newest holland of the family!

PAIRING: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

GENRE: parenting/domestic au!!!, super fluffy, short sweet to the point

WORD COUNT: 1k

A/N: so happy to keep up with this series and hope its giving such christmas vibes to anyone reading <3 appreciate the support on the first post so hopefully i'll keep up with it!

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Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of delicate snow falling down on the terrace. A smile quickly appeared on your lips, pushing against the bed as you stretch your chest and neck. As you take a deep breath, your hand reached over to the other side of the bed but only grasped the sheets.

You furrowed your eyebrow, then looked at that side of the bed, only seeing the messy and wrinkled down sheet and the full blanket on the floor.

After making up your shared queen bed, you put on your slippers and robe before heading down the hall. Usually, in the morning, you checked on the baby first, but you froze when you saw her curled up in Tom's arms.

"What are you doing up?" You giggled, walking over to his side. You nuzzled your face behind his shoulder as the two of you glanced down at your precious girl, Mia.

"I woke up early and she was crying so, I picked her up and have been scared to put her back down." Tom lowly spoke, rubbing Mia's back as he turned to you and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

"Merry Christmas." You grinned.

"Merry Christmas, babe." He replied, pulling you close to him.

You pouted, "It's like yesterday she was so tiny."

"As if she's not now?" Tom jeered, running his hand over the top of her hair, "She's like the world's smallest thing."

"And it's her first Christmas today. Can you believe it?" You sighed, walking around to the closet. You had already laid out her red overalls and a small white shirt.

You heard Mia babble as she stretched out her arms and legs in Tom's hold, watching her squirm a bit before she opened her small eyes. Tom couldn't help but smile, tickling her tummy and then holding her face.

"Did you already change her diaper?" You asked, walking back with her outfit.

""Fresh and clean. Surprisingly not as bad as I thought it would be after we fed her peas and squash last night." He said as he laid her down on the changing table.

"Well at least she finally likes something that not just bananas." You joked, giving him the overalls and shirt before unbuttoning her onesie.

"She gets her pickiness from you." He chuckled.

You smirked, "Well, she knows what she wants."

♡ ♡ ♡

When you both came downstairs, carefully holding Mia to your chest, the Christmas tree was beautifully lit and shining bright with presents wrapped around the bottom. You were in awe of it, already overwhelmed by how Christmas has come so fast.

"Did you add some presents last night?" You asked him as the two of headed toward the couch.

""I didn't want to admit how overboard I went with baby stuff."

"She's not even a year old and already has so much. You're just trying to make her a daddy's girl, aren't you?" You teased.

"No problem with a head start now."

You rolled your eyes, but Mia was on your hip, reaching her arms out when her eyes glimmered at the shiny paper of the presents.

"See," Tom pointed out, "She's already loving me." He smiled, quickly kissing Mia's cheek. It made you so flustered the way he was so affectionate with her, wanting to be involved no matter what occasion.

"Okay, start handing out presents Santa. We got a lot to get through this morning." You said as you carefully sat on the couch with Mia propped up on your lap.

Tom leaned down, reaching behind the tree to grab the first present. You tried to look around him, but then saw the biggest, softest brown teddy bear in his arms.

"I wonder who this is for." He smiled, "I know it wasn't on my list."

You laughed, pointing to the bear as Mia reached out her hands again, "Look at that, Mia. That's all for you."

As Tom sat the bear next to you, Mia's hand grabbed its fluffy nose and pulled it toward her with the little strength she had.

"With that muscle, she'll be bench pressing this." You jeered, making sure she didn't hurt herself.

Tom pulled another present, pretty small but quaint, "Here's for mom." He trailed, kneeling on both knees in front of you.

You pouted, "Oh, you're so great. It's like we have a baby together or something." You sarcastically said before scrunching your nose.

You unwrapped it, pulling off the paper and Mia tried to reach for the shreds as you threw it away. A velvet box revealed itself from the paper and you opened it, stunned to see a beautiful gold bracelet.

As you admired the band further, the three of your names were engraved in it. Your heart melted at the moment, looking in awe at it before Tom offered to put it on your wrist.

The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, adoring one another even more at this moment.

"I love you so much." He whispered, rubbing your knee.

"I love you so much too." You giggled as you tried to hold back tears, but Mia held your bracelet and tried to bring it to her mouth.

"No, no, Mia. Not in your mouth." Tom chuckled, "I actually have a present that's for that."

You smiled, "Maybe she wants one too."

Tom sort out the rest of the presents and you held Mia closer to you, seeing her brighten up when Tom opened her presents for her. She was young, but you knew she was loving it. You hoped that subconsciously she would remember moments like this and the shared warm feelings between the three of you.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hey! I absolutely ADORE your stories esp the Tom ones..I was wondering if you would be upto writing a Tom holland x costar reader (i just read meatballs and am obsessed) thanks and ly<33

I have a nearly finished wip that will be out before Christmas ❤️ but my Masterlist also has a bunch of these if you want any to check it out to hold you over