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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ New Year’s 2021 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

in honour of the end of this shitty year, i’d like to recap on all the fics i posted in the last year <3

total works: 22 , total word count: 150.6k

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[ january ]

brightside - tom holland

summary: a sudden and unexpected turn of events with your little boy, leaves him in the hospital with an unknown diagnosis. tom has to fly home and the two of you have to face each other, properly and civilly, for the first time since your breakup. will this negative experience turn into a positive one, in more ways than one?

[ february ]

mini valentine - tom holland

Summary: Your valentine’s plans with your fiancé get slightly set back when you get called in to work, leaving Tom to spend the day with your daughter.

birthday girl - tom holland

Summary: you just wanted to spend your birthday with your boyfriend, but when that isn’t possible he has a lot of making up to do.

[ march ]

never knew the proper story - harrison osterfield

Summary: He thought they had a love like Verona's, too bad he never knew the proper story.

[ april ]

just like momma - arvin russell

Summary: The Russell boy with the bad reputation is completely smitten with the girl who’s just as angel-like as everyone remembers his momma to be.

my rapunzel - tom holland

Summary: being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess.

our song - tom holland

Summary: When your girl has a very restless night, Tom plays both you and her a sweet, familiar song on his guitar to lull you both to sleep.

[ may ]

hide and seek - tom holland

summary: tom is like your live in nanny at this point in yours and scarlett’s life. so when he’s taking care of her again and the pair decide to play hide and seek, what happens when he can’t find her anywhere?

i like it when you hold me - harry holland

Summary: the three times you needed harry to hold you and the one time he needed you to hold him.

who would’ve thought - tom holland

Summary: Who would’ve thought that the frat boy with the concerning reputation would actually be a big softie with a thing for romance? All it took was the right girl.

[ june ]

sensory overload - peter parker

Summary: with peter’s senses always dialed to 10 it’s difficult for him to function from day to day, but some days are worse than others and the boy goes into complete sensory overload.

call me when you get this - tom holland

Summary: you knew it’d be difficult for your relationship when you and tom went away to seperate universities. but now you were missing each others calls, your only form of communication, living off of the sound of your lover through a voicemail.

[ july ]

natures the only way to stop the tears - tom holland

Summary: Tom’s little girl has never cried like this and after hours of it he no longer knows what he’s supposed to do to make it stop. He takes advantage of the girl’s fascination with nature in hopes it’ll stop her crying, and there he meets you.

lover boy - tom holland

Summary: when you and tom get in trouble at work for all of your flirting you decide to go in a real date that ends up being one of the best you’ve ever been on.

[ august ]

circles - harry holland

Summary: You and Harry Holland are sworn enemies after an incident that happened many years ago. No one really knows why but the pair of you. but once you overcome that with a very heartfelt apology from him, you actually fall in love.

[ september ]

best man i ever knew - arvin russell

Summary: Arvin feels he needs to let you know that he loves you more than just some housewife, even if that includes taking on typical wife duties for the afternoon.

knockout - tom holland

Summary: you meet tom when your friend recommends you take boxing lessons, leading to a small mutual crush that blooms after tom celebrates the success of a big fight with you.

[ october ]

ghost stories - tom + co

Summary: When their plans get cancelled last minute on Halloween night due to an out of control thunder storm, the group of five decide what better way to spend their evening dressed up in costume telling old campfire stories to really spook each other. The only question is, which of the scaredy cats, Tom or Sam, is going to cower away first?

[ november ]

married the wrong man - tom holland

Summary: Your wedding day is meant to be a joyous occasion, but you can’t help but feel as though you’ve made a horrible mistake. You should be marrying your best friend today, and his friends and brothers believe so too

slipping through my fingers - tom holland

Summary: it’s the happiest day of her life and possibly the worst day of his. how does tom cope knowing his daughter is growing up and getting married? reminisce on her entire life.

[ december ]

sugar cookie kisses - tom holland

Summary: Tom is a very busy man and juggling his job and a toddler is never easy. so when his baker neighbour next door offers to babysit, how can he say no? free baked goods and a free, very pretty babysitter, what else could the young, single dad want?

no fighting at christmas - tom holland

Summary: You and Tom get into a fight right before your family are due to come and stay for Christmas. But all is quickly resolved when your emotions finally topple over and lead you to make up

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#tom holland #harrison osterfield #harry holland #arvin russell #peter parker

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justasmisunderstoodasloki · 2 years ago

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I love when Daniel goes "gi gi gi eh eh eh eh"

36 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

After 1,5 of having the same background I finally changed it!

Unfortunately, the gif background I have for my lockscreen can't be posted:((

Anyway, here is my homescreen. Feel free to use it yourself!! Let me know if you like it and/or if you use it

43 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

Hello, I am here to announce that I have found someone new to crush on

*drum roll* it's Tom Sturridge!

And let me tell you, that voice!!!😍

70 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

Closer| E.M. Imagine

I had this idea for an Eddie x female!reader imagine. Thought/ dreamed about this last night. I'm currently on my period, started to hurt like hell when i went to bed. Had a hot water bottle but I think having an Eddie would help a lot too.

This is not proofread, but you'll get the idea anyway.

You're best friends with Eddie. One day when you're hanging out at his place, you fall asleep in his bed. This happens in the evening/ night, so Eddie decides to also go to bed.

The two of you are quite close: you are comfortable enough to talk about everything, or just quietly enjoying each others company, but als frolicking (kind of like the relationship he has with Dustin). However you never cuddled when sleeping or when you're simply hanging out.

In the morning before you left your house, you're period started. Surprisingly, you barely had any pain until the night. Soft moans of pain left your mouth as you were in a deep sleep.

This woke up Eddie, he asks you if you're alright. Still in a very sleepy state you say that you're on your period. He proceeds to ask if you need anything. You mumble 'No, just hold me.', and he does. Eddie pulls you closer, your back against his chest. His right hind gently rubbing your stomach you help get rid of the pain.

When you wake up, Eddie is holding you. Laying on your sides, your head against his chest, Eddie's hands caressing your head and your back, and your left arm around his torso. You don't remember saying you wanted Eddie to hold you, but you definitely don't want him to stop or to pull away yourself.

Okay, that was my little idea! I hope you liked it!

93 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

1) Derry Girls S3 finally on netflix 👌 2) Liam Neeson is Derry Girls👌👌 3) this fucking gem of a scene👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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I knew it. I knew tumblr glitched again. Here it is when you have a chance. Teacher!tom has an unruly elementary class to put up with but things change when the new music teacher shows up. Eventually feelings develop between the two and only their students are willing to do something about it.

Here Comes The Sun

pairing: teacher!Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

“Jeremiah. Please. If I have to ask you to stop drinking the Elmers glue one more time, I’m gonna have to send you to the principle.”

“It tastes like white!” Jeremiah cheered before squeezing the bottle into his mouth again. All around him, Toms students were screaming and making trouble. His class was known to be unruly, and this day proved to be worst than most. Before Tom could take another step towards just one of his many misbehaving students, a woman he had never seen before slipped into the classroom and knelt down beside Jeremiah.

“Woah there. We don’t want to drink that, my friend.” You chuckled as you took the bottle of glue from him. “It’s not good for our tummy. Why don’t you try milk instead?”

“I’m black toast and taller ants.” Jeremiah told you.

“You’re lactose intolerant?” You connected the dots. “Tell you what, you come find me at lunch time later and I’ll give you a lollipop. Do you like lollipops?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly.

“Cool. Can you tell me your name so I know who to give it to?”

“This is Jeremiah.” Tom appeared behind his student and patted his back. “He does this a lot.”

“I had a feeling.” You laughed as you stood up. “I’m Miss. L/n.”

“Mr. Holland.” Tom reached out to shake your hand. “Nice to meet you. Jeremiah, why don’t you go sit down for some quiet time, okay?”

“I’m Y/n.” You said as soon as he left.

“Tom.” Tom laughed. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m the new music teacher.” You told him. “I’ve been making my rounds and introducing myself to the other teachers. Your kids are still a little young for music so that’s why you haven’t seen me.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” Tom pursed his lips. Of course the gorgeous new teacher who could magically tame his kids wasn’t on his floor. He knew he’d barely see you, and he really wanted to see you.

“Is it?” You smiled coyly.

Just then, a scream ripped through the classroom. No one was hurt, they just wanted to scream.

“For the kids, I mean.” He covered up his accidental flirtatious remark. “We could all use a little music in our lives.”

“I completely agree. It calms the kids right down. It’s like magic.”

“I could definitely use some magic.” Tom laughed over the noise.

“When I play In My Life, they get so quiet, you’d think they were asleep.” You told him your secret.

“I love that song.” He smiled softly at you. “I love Here Comes the Sun too.”

“Me too!” You gushed. “My favorite is I Wanna Hold Your Hand though.”

“I like it too. I have a feeling we’ll get along.”

“Mr. Holland, you may be my first friend here.” You smiled shyly at him. “I’ll see you around.”

Tom watched as you left with a happy smile on his face.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Amanda asked, making Tom jump a little. He looked at her and then out at the class, who was suspiciously quiet. They were all staring eagerly at Tom.

“No. That’s the new music teacher.” He said skeptically as he made his way to the front of the class.

“She’s pretty.” Another student spoke up. All the kids nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, she is.” Tom laughed shyly. “Now, who wants to do some math?”

October

“Hi.” You knocked on Toms doorframe as you walked into his classroom, the same thing you did every day. He sighed in relief at the sight of you and made his way over to you.

“Hey little darling.” He greeted you. “How is your Tuesday treating you?”

“I’m gonna assume it’s treating me better than yours is treating you.” You chuckled as his students screamed and ran around behind him.

“What gave it away?” He asked sarcastically as a paper ball flew over his head.

“I had a hunch.” You played along. “How are you holding up?”

“Not great.” He sighed. “I’m getting a migraine and it’s not even 10 am.”

“Would apple slices make it better?” You presented a bag of apple slices from behind your back.

“They might.” Tok said sheepishly. You held the bag out to him and let him take a few, rubbing his arm to soothe him as he took a bite.

“Thank you. You’re a life saver.” He said with his mouth full.

“I have some Motrin in my bag if you want.” You offered. “It might help with the migraine. And your PMS.”

“Funny.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Thank you again.”

“No problem. Why don’t you step out for a minute and I’ll look after your class? I’m off this period anyway.” You squeezed his arm to comfort him further.

“Are you sure? They bite.” He grimaced, and you let out a laugh.

“So do I.” You shrugged, making Toms eyes widen.

“That was a joke.” You said quickly. “Take a minute, gather yourself, and then come back. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

“You’re an angel. Thank you so much.” He brought his arms around you and squeezed you.

“I thought I was a little darling.” You chuckled into his ear as you hugged him back.

“A woman can be more than one thing.” Tom teasingly rolled his eyes.

“Very true. See you in a few.” You squeezed his hand. He gave you an appreciative smile before leaving the classroom. You made you way to the front of the class and clapped your hands.

“Hi my friends.” You shouted over the noise. “What have you been learning today?”

The students quieted down at the sight of you and one girl raised her hand.

“Yes, Carly?” You called on her.

“Are you and Mr. Holland dating?” She asked politely. The rest of the students nodded and looked at you, as if they all had the same question.

“No, we are not dating.” You laughed nervously. “Boys have cooties, haven’t you heard?”

“Do you like him?” Another student raised her hand.

“He definitely likes you!” A girl called out.

“Now class, I know it’s fun to speculate, but Mr. Holland and I are not together.” You told them. “You know who is together though? Q and U. They’re married, in fact. That’s why they’re always together in words like quiet and question. Can anyone else give me a “qu-“ word? Yes, Elizabeth.”

“Croissant.” Elizabeth answered.

“So close.” You nodded. “That’s actually a “cra” not a “qua” sound.”

“Not the way Mr. Holland says it.” Another student cut in.

“That’s because he’s from the O.K, Josh. They speak differently.” Elizabeth turned around in her seat and rolled her eyes.

“Oo, very close again.” You tried not to laugh. “Mr. Holland is from the UK.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth turned back around in shame.

“That’s okay.” You assured her. “Everyone makes mistakes. How do you guys feel about Mr. Holland anyway?”

“I love him.” One of the boys raised his hand. “He lets us have snack time. Mr. Osterfield’s class doesn’t do that.”

“I like him too.” Another boy chimed in. “He gave me extra time on my math test when I couldn’t figure out what 9x10 was.”

“Do you know the answer now?” You asked him.

“Uh huh.” He nodded eagerly. “90.”

“Great job.” You clapped for him. “Maybe you’ll be a math teacher one day.”

The boy smiled and shrunk down in his seat, proud of himself for knowing the answer.

“Hello, class.” Tom came back into the room and smiled at you. “Did you all behave for Miss L/n?”

“Yes they did.” You beamed at the class. “What a smart, well behaved class.”

“Are you sure you watched the right class?” Tom said out of the corner of his mouth so only you could here.

“I’m sure.” You chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Holland.”

“See you tomorrow little darling.” He smiled softly at you as you walked out of the classroom. He sighed happily and went to his desk, immediately noticing a packet of apples slices you left for him.

“Mr. Holland! I have a question.” A student calling out caught his attention.

“Yes, Amanda?” He asked.

“Is Miss L/n your girlfriend?” She asked, making Tom go bright red.

“What? No. What? No. What? No.” Tom stammered.

“You like her!” Amanda gasped. “I knew you liked her. I told you Elizabeth. Carly and I were right.”

“Whatever.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes again.

“I have a question.” Tony raised his hand.

“Yes?” Tom asked nervously.

“When are you gonna ask Miss L/n out?” Tony asked, making the class nod.

“This is not appropriate for class time.” Tom laughed nervously as he made his way to the blackboard.

“But you guys are so perfect for each other!” Carly whined. “You need to ask her to be your girlfriend. She’ll totally say yes.”

“You think so?” Tom asked them shook his head when he realized he was asking third graders for relationship advice. “I mean, this is not up for discussion.”

“But you guys belong together.” Amanda gushed.

“She totally likes you.” Jennifer piped up.

“Ask her out already.” Joseph called out.

“Please? I’ve always wanted to go to a wedding.” Kaley said and all the girls agreed.

“Me too. Can I be the flower girl?” Elizabeth raised her hand to ask.

“I wanna be the flower girl.” Carly whined again.

“Her niece Sophie would definitely be the flower girl.” Tom chuckled, then shook his head again. “Not that we’re getting married.”

“Why not?” Candy pouted.

“Because she’s not even my girlfriend.” Tom reminded them.

“So ask her out.” Jason said simply. “She’ll never be your girlfriend unless you ask her out.”

“I think that’s enough of this topic for today.” Tom clapped his hands as he diverged from the topic. “Who wants to do some sentence structure?”

November

“Jason, please stop biting Candy.” Tom begged. “That’s just her name. She is not actually candy.”

His attention was immediately drawn to another student who was misbehaving.

“Elizabeth! Get that out of your mouth! Erasers are not food. I say this everyday.” Tom whined as he made his way over to Elizabeth to take the erasers from her. His eyes drifted to the boys, and he immediately regretted it.

“Oh my God. Joseph, put that back in your pants.” Tom groaned. “Please.”

“Mr. Holland! Mr. Holland!” Eric screamed from across the room. “Watch me floss, Mr. Holland!”

Tom looked at Eric, who was flossing rapidly in the back of the classroom.

“Very nice, Eric.” Tom nodded stiffly.

“Who’s Eric? My name Jeff!” The child quoted the outdated vine, making all his friends laugh.

“Okay.” Tom said weakly.

“Epic chungus moment.” Eric and his friends shifted into a T pose. “Bruh bruh bruh BIG OOF bruh bruh bruh.”

“Okay.” Tom repeated.

“Mr. Holland?” Tom felt someone tap him from behind.

“Yes, Jeremiah?” Tom knelt down beside his student.

“Watch this!” Jeremiah cheered before opening his mouth and squirting Elmer’s glue inside.

“Oh my God. Please. Don’t drink the glue. I’m begging you.” Tom pleaded as he wrestled the glue bottle from his hands.

“But Rachel is.” Jeremiah said with a full mouth.

“Rachel is - - RACHEL.” Tom yelled when he saw another student pouring glue into her mouth.

“No drinking glue.” Tom snatched the bottle from Rachel. “This is not a snack.”

“But I’m hungry.” Jeremiah whined.

“We just had snack time.” Tom reminded him.

“Tony ate my snack.” Jeremiah pouted.

“Why did Tony do that?”

“Because I gave it to him.” Jeremiah said simply and Tom groaned.

“Remember what I said about sharing snack?” Tom said through a forced smile. “We can’t share snacks in case someone has an allergy.”

“But you said sharing is caring.” Rachel spoke up.

“Yes, I did say that.” Tom kept a tight smile. “Sharing is caring unless it comes to snacks. Then we have to keep our snacks to ourselves.”

“But you and Miss L/n share food all the time.” Rachel continued.

“It’s different with Miss L/n and I.” Tom explained. “We’re adults so we can share snacks. She’s not allergic to anything I give her.”

“Do you think she’d like some glue if I shared it with her?” Jeremiah asked.

“Maybe, if she was making an arts and crafts pro-“

“I mean to drink.” He cut Tom off. Before Tom could answer, a scream caught his attention.

“Candy!” He shouted. “Don’t bite Jason!”

He spun around in circles, seeing children misbehaving everywhere he turned. He was getting over whelmed very quickly as just as he was going to succumb to defeat, you opened his classroom door.

“Hi my friends!” You shouted over the noise and held up your guitar. This caught their attention and they all stopped in their tracks, eyed glued to the guitar like bugs to a light.

“Hi Miss L/n.” The class said in unison as they returned to their seats.

“Does anyone here like music?” You asked as you rested your guitar against your chest. You looked at Tom and winked, and he instantly melted. Like Superman, you had burst in the room to save him. The students nodded eagerly and watched your every move.

“You do?” You gasped. “Me too!”

You stood in front of the class and began to strum a simply melody on your guitar.

“Here comes the sun, do do do do.” You sang to them.

The children fell silent as they became enthralled by the music. Tom leaned against his desk with a huge smile, unable to be more in love with you.

“Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here. Sing along, my friends.” You asked of them.

“Here comes the sun do do do do. Here comes the sun and I’ll say.” The children sang along with you.

“What’ll you say?” You asked as you continued playing.

“It’s all right.” They sang in response. You finished out the song, slowly letting the music fade out at the end.

“Thanks for listening my friends.” You spoke softly. “Now, let’s all put our heads down for some quiet time.”

The children listened to you and kid their heads down on their desks, shutting their eyes as well. Tom walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. You are such a gift.” He mumbled in your ear.

“I try.” You laughed as you pulled away. “I learned the song just for you.”

“Did you really?” His eyes widened in appreciation.

“No. I’ve known it for years.” You admitted. “But wouldn’t it be romantic if I did?”

“That’s very romantic.” He agreed. “Has anyone ever done that for you?”

“Unfortunately, I have yet to be serenaded.” You sighed dramatically.

“How rude.” Tom teased, making a mental note of what you were saying.

“I know, right?” You added. “It’s a tragedy.”

“I think my class might be asleep.” He realized as he looked around. “You’re like a child whisperer.”

“I told you. Magic, baby.” You smiled as you held up your guitar.

“Oh, it’s definitely magic.” He noted with a grin.

“Well I should head back down. The recorders won’t play themselves.” You sighed again, a little sadly this time.

“See you later, little darling.” He squeezed your hand.

“See you later.” You waved, your high heels clicking against his floor as you left. Tom let out a content sigh, reveling in the rare silence of the classroom. Jeremiah slowly raised his hand and looked at Tom.

“Mr. Holland?” He whispered.

“Yes Jeremiah?” Tom asked.

“You know what you have to do.” Jeremiah gave him a pointed look. The rest of Toms students looked up with wide open, blinking eyes, all staring at Tom. Tom sighed again, knowing his students were right.

December

You knocked on Toms door the following week, the early December chill in the air. He let out a nervous breath as he opened the door for you, knowing it was finally time to enact his plan.

“Class, we have a special visitor with us.” Tom announced as he let you in. “Can we all give a musical welcome to Miss L/n?”

The class greeted you with excitement and you did the same.

“Hey kids.” You waved. “Good to see you all.”

“Good to see you too.” You turned to Tom and held up a bag. “Pretzel?”

“Thank you.” Tom smiled as he took a pretzel from the bag. “So, um, I have a proposition for you.”

“I’m listening.” You nodded as you munched on a pretzel.

“We always have lunch together, right?” He began.

“That’s right.”

“Would you maybe want to have dinner together one night?” He squeaked, knowing his face was bright red. Behind him, his class was dead silent, all pretending not to listen as they tried to hear every word.

“Ooo.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Like an after school activity?”

“I was thinking this Saturday.” He offered. “I could take you somewhere where they have better food than apple slices and pretzels, though I do love those.”

“You wanna give me your weekends, Mr. Holland?” You asked through a coy smile.

“You know, little darling, I really do.” He smiled back.

“Then it’s a date.” You blushed. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

“All right. Saturday.” He nodded, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Bye now. See you at lunch.” You put your hand on his arm and kissed his cheek before turning to his class.

“Well it was great to see all of you!” You grinned. “I hope you have a fantastic rest of your day.”

You winked at Tom before leaving swiftly, a silence settling in once you were gone.

“Well?” Amanda called out.

“Well what?” Tom asked.

“Did you do it?” Carly was nearly bouncing out of her seat.

“Class, I know you like Miss L/n but our personal relationship is none of your concern.” Tom reminded his students. The class let out a collective groan, and Carly looked like he might cry. They were all dead silent, and it made Tom feel slightly bad.

“Yes, I asked her out.” He admitted and the class erupted into cheers and applause. Tom rolled his eyes as an embarrassed smile tugged at his lips.

Tom walked into his class the following week and was met with an uncharacteristically silent classroom. His set his bag on his desk and looked around, growing more suspicious by the second. All his students were staring at him expectantly, yearning for him to speak.

“You guys are oddly quiet.” Tom commented. “Did Jeremiah eat another book?”

“How was the date?” Carly was the first to speak up, and everyone chimed in. They were leaning on the edges of their seats, impatiently waiting for the answer.

“Did you kiss her?” Tony asked.

“Did you guys hold hands?” Elizabeth sighed.

“What did she wear?” Amanda wondered. “I bet she looked so pretty.”

“Did you take her to your penthouse and freak it?” Jeremiah asked.

“Did I - - what?” Tom looked at his student in confusion.

“Are you guys gonna get married now?” Jennifer called out.

“No, Jennifer.” Tom chuckled. “We’re not getting married now.”

“I hate it here.” Jennifer grumbled as she shrunk down in her seat.

“Okay, we have a lot to get though today so I hope you all had a good nights sleep. If you could all take out your social studies textbooks and turn to page 116 for me.” Tom began to teach. He turned on the Smartboard and turned to his class, seeing them all sluggishly taking out their textbooks with glum expressions. He let out a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

“You guys aren’t gonna focus unless I tell you about the date, huh?” He realized. His students shook their heads and he chuckled a little.

“The date was amazing. She wore a black dress with white music notes on the waistline. She looked very pretty. We held hands when I was walking to her car and yes, I kissed her.” He answered their questions. The class dissolved into giggles, applause, and commentary.

“All right, I told you. Now, textbooks. I mean it.” He said pointedly, and for once, they complied.

You and Tom continued to date, keeping up with your lunch dates, but engaging in weekend and after school dates as well. Tom students kept an eye out for a ring on your finger as the months went by, asking him almost every week when the wedding was. Come May, he actually had an answer for them.

May

“Class, I have a favor to ask you.” Tom announced to his class on a particularly warm morning. “I am going to ask Miss L/n to marry me.”

His class began to scream, and this time, it was welcomed. Carly started crying while Jennifer and Kaley jumped up and down.

“I know, I know.” Tom grinned. “It’s been a long time coming. That’s why I need your help. If I’m going to pull this off, I’m gonna need all hands on deck. Are you guys in?”

“We’ll do anything.” Carly promised.

“Great.” Tom nodded. “First, I need some ideas.”

“You have to show her how much you love her. You need to make a romantic gesture.” Rachel declared.

“Yes! You have to do something big so she knows how much you care.” Jennifer agreed.

“Get her a dozen roses.” Kaley suggested.

“No, he needs two dozen.” Carly said. “And chocolate.”

“You should get a flock of doves to deliver the ring.” Elizabeth spoke up.

“Or show up on a horse.” Rachel added. While the girls began to discuss, Amanda quietly raised her hand.

“Yes, Amanda?” Tom called on her.

“She’s a music teacher, right?” Amanda asked and the class quieted down to listen.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded.

“So play her some music.” Amanda shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Tom wondered.

“I have an idea.” Amanda grinned.

June

“Hey, Mr. Holland asked that you go to his classroom.” Mr. Osterfield popped into your class to tell you. “He said his students are a nightmare right now.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there.” You hopped off your desk and went to the door. “Thanks.”

You quickly made your way to Toms classroom, knowing how unruly his class could be. You opened the door and stepped inside.

“Mr. Holland, are you ok-“ You stopped mis sentence when you saw Tom sitting on a stool, surrounded by all his students. They were quiet and tame, smiling eagerly at you as you shut the door behind you. The weirdest part, however, was the guitar in Toms hands.

“Whats this?” You asked through a hesitant smile.

“1,2,34.” Carly counted down to cue them in.

“Yeah I’ll tell you something I think you’ll understand.” Tom began to sing as he played along on the guitar. “When I say that something, I wanna hold your hand.”

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold you hand.” His students sang in perfect unison. You covered your mouth with your hands as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your hand.” His students backed him up. They finished out the song while you stood there is happy shock, hanging on to every note. Tom set the guitar down once he finished and stood up, slowly making his way to you. He took your hands in his and smiled softly.

“You’ve given me your lunch time and weekends. Would you mind giving me the rest of your life too?” Tom asked as he presented you with a delicate diamond ring. Your eyes flickered to the ring and widened before looking back at Tom with a dropped jaw. The anticipation in the classroom was palpable as the students eagerly awaited your answer. All at once, your mouth closed into a smile and you nodded.

“You know,” you laughed as a tear of joy rolled down your cheek, “I really would.”

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badassbabeparker · 3 years ago

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Seasonal sleepover 🍁

I’ve been on holiday for a week and i feel refreshed and happy even though I’m still sick. Anyway I thought it would be fun to do a little sleepover! And to celebrate my favourite season we’re making it autumn themed!

This will be from 24th October - 28th October

Blurbs & moodboards

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Reminders for writing and edits

I write and edit for Tom holland, Harrison Osterfield, Zendaya, Peter Parker, Nathan Drake, MJ, Wanda Maximoff and my hero academia characters. I will even try Arvin 👀

Nsfw can be requested but if I feel uncomfortable with the request I will let you know

No incest or taboo ships (E.g. st*rker)

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It may take me some time to write them so please be patient with me

Sleepover

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mcwriting · 4 years ago

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The Marriage Project (11)

I'm baaaaack :) Sorry it's been so long y'all but I'm finally on break so hopefully I can push out more content soon! Pls enjoy!

Masterlist

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: little bit of language, mild mentions of alcohol

% approximately the last weekend of October/first week of November %

Sunday, you went wedding dress shopping.

Kinda.

It was for homecoming court. Your school had a tradition where the ladies in the running for queen wore white wedding dresses, so your mom and you went out in search of one.

You’d already gotten your dress for the actual dance weeks prior, so you started at the same store.

It didn’t take long for you to stumble upon one you liked, a slim a-line that accentuated your muscles and curves. There was a draped neckline and a somewhat low back. The entire dress had a grecian feel with the small silver accents dusted across it.

The second you put it on you fell in love, so you made the purchase and set off for shoes, easily finding a pair of heels that would put you at a similar level with Tom.

The next day, you made your way to class for another round of praise and congratulations for the tournament that weekend. The trophy was already sitting in the school display case, the plaque yet to be made with your school’s name and the year.

It was spirit week, so everyone was dressed in clothes that fit the day’s theme.

All morning, people were coming up and asking you about the tournament and homecoming, many of them pledging to vote for you.

Things felt nice.

You and Tom didn’t talk much throughout the morning, but exchanged a few jabs and laughs here and there.

Later, you sat around the lunch table with your girlfriends as usual, this time discussing the homecoming nominations.

“Y/n, there’s literally no way you won’t be queen. I’ve talked to a ton of people and all of them are saying they’re gonna vote for you,” one of them said.

“Aw shucks, you’re making me blush. Obviously I’d like to win queen, but we’ll see. It’s whatever. If Harrison wins king I’ll drop out.”

“As if. No one even likes him. I’m pretty sure he was voted in as a meme. Everyone knows Tom is gonna win,” Alexis stated. “And if Tom wins, you’ll win too with everyone thinking you’re together.”

“Hmm. I honestly hope Tuwaine gets the vote. He’s so sweet and totally deserves it.”

“I think we all know you’d prefer Tom as your royal counterpart,” one friend suggested, causing you to roll your eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! Nothing is going on! On another note, though, I got my white dress,” you mentioned, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Really? Let us see!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m saving it as a surprise for Friday. The only person who’s seen it is my mom, and it’s staying that way until the parade.”

You continued talking about the upcoming festivities and your excitement for the week, and the announcement of who would be crowned queen Friday at the pep rally.

That afternoon, you went to study hall with Alexis. Now that you were between sports, you had a free period to go do art, work out, or just “study,” so you chose the latter as a way to take a breather from everything that had been going on.

“So tell me everything about Johnny’s this weekend. Loved the costumes,” you started as you plopped down at two desks in the very back of the room.

“Not much to report. We mostly just hung out but I heard one dude had to go get his stomach pumped or something after the cops got there. We dipped out before it was busted because it was obvious they were coming. Now how was your weekend, since we’re finally alone?”

You thought about how much you’d actually tell her, especially considering that you hadn’t told her really anything about yours and Tom’s interactions in past weeks.

“Pretty good. It was mostly just volleyball.”

“Oh yeah? What all went down with Tom? Anna told me you seemed pretty close.”

Your face burned.

“We hugged after winning the tournament. Not a big deal. Oh and we maybe kinda pretended to be a couple Friday night.”

“What? You didn’t think to lead with that?!”

“It was for like a minute while we went up the elevator. This drunk couple was harassing us so we just played along for a little bit. Whatever,” you shrugged.

“Did you do anything couple-y? Don’t tell me you guys kissed.”

You tried not to cringe before somewhat telling a lie.

“I kissed him on the cheek and he put his arm around me. I swear it was nothing serious, Lex.”

“Hm. I still think you’ve gotta be hiding something, but I just don’t know what. And I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.”

Good luck with that. I’m not about to crack yet.

Spirit week continued with people coming up to let you know their votes had been cast for you. The voting ended Thursday so that votes could be counted before the pep rally.

When Friday did hit, you woke up early and tucked your volleyball jersey into some jeans and tossed on your letter jacket, as the day’s theme was school colors and jerseys.

You popped on some mascara and lip gloss, then headed to school, becoming more nervous as you got closer.

The pep rally would be right after lunch, but almost everyone was so excited for the weekend festivities that teachers basically gave everyone a free day so that the students in charge of the event could continue their planning and the athletes could prepare for the rally.

The pep rally was mostly for the football game, but they were also going to recognize the volleyball team’s accomplishments, so you prepared for that and the whole homecoming court thing.

In home ec, Mrs. Flynn let those that needed to help set up for the pep rally eat your lunches in class and then leave early.

You and Tom finished about the same time and went to your lockers to grab your things.

“Ready to win?” Tom asked as you walked towards the gym.

“Nope. You?”

“Yeah, actually. Maybe it’s just because I love winning so much.”

You gave him a little shove as you continued walking. Tom had his jersey on without the pads, so it fit big on him. You admired the way it draped over his thin, toned frame.

A bit later and the pep rally had begun with the dance team doing their routine, then came athlete recognitions.

They started with the volleyball team, calling you all out to the basketball court to wave as everyone cheered. After you all, the cheer squad hyped everyone up for the football team to come out.

You stood in a corner of the gym with Zendaya, as they would be announcing the homecoming court next. You both talked a little bit, but things were somewhat awkward.

Finally came the time to announce the winners. As with nominations, things went in order from freshman to senior, eventually reaching the king and queen announcement. The six of you stepped out onto the basketball court, the pit in your stomach bigger than before.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I know that this is the moment you have all been waiting so patiently for!” Mrs. Johnson looked around the bleachers at the cheering students, holding up her paper with everyone’s positions.

“We’re going to start with our third place, the duke and duchess of homecoming! May I have a drumroll please!”

Everyone stomped their feet and clapped.

“This year’s duke is Mr. Harrison Osterfield, and the duchess is Daisy Ridley!”

Cheers went up, not completely enthusiastic for the pair. You felt a little bit of satisfaction knowing the people you liked least had gotten third place.

“Now for our runners up, the prince and princess!” She paused for effect. “Tuwaine Barrett and Zendaya Coleman!”

More cheers rang out than before. Your jaw dropped as you looked at Tom.

“And that means that your senior king and queen are Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Congratulations to all of you. Can’t wait to see you at the parade, game, and dance!” Mrs. Johnson called out, dismissing everyone back to class.

Someone came and placed the crown on your head and slipped a silver sash which read “homecoming queen” over your body. You couldn’t help but slap a hand over your mouth.

“What did I tell you! I knew you’d win!” Tom exclaimed, holding out his hands. You so badly wanted to hug him, but decided not to in front of the whole school, at least not until tomorrow night.

Your friends rushed up and congratulated you, fawning over the crown and sash and laughing. Before you left, you had to return the two items to a teacher so you would have them for later that night.

As you left school that afternoon, you felt like you were floating on air.

You were back at the school later that evening, the game just over a couple hours away. There were families lining the street prepared to watch the parade make its way down.

Since leaving the school before, you’d put your hair in loose curls and done a full face of makeup. You tossed on some sweats and zipped up your varsity jacket, taking your dress and shoes along in the car to change there.

You waited until the last minute to slip on the outfit, causing people to fawn over you when you stepped outside to see everyone who was waiting.

Someone pinned the crown to your head and helped you slip on the sash, then led you to the convertible where Tom was waiting. You’d get to ride around sitting on the back waving like you’d always dreamed of doing.

Your heels clacked on the sidewalk as you confidently stepped. Sure, you didn’t wear heels much, but you sure knew how to work them.

It felt like slow motion when Tom turned around and you saw each other for the first time. He was wearing slacks and a sport coat and his curls were perfectly placed around his own crown. You both gasped a little.

“Y/n! You look… you look like-”

“Let me guess. A princess?” you smirked, raising a brow.

“I was gonna say queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, giving him a little shove. He helped you climb into the back of the car, and someone went to hand you his letter jacket.

“What’s this for?” you asked.

“Usually if it’s cold the queen wears her partners’ letterman over her shoulders if he has one.”

You thought about it. It was pretty chilly, after all.

“You don’t have to wear mine, y/n. Did you bring yours?” Tom asked, making you smile.

“Yeah, actually. I did. Would someone mind going and grabbing it from my stuff? It’s just inside.”

One girl ran and brought it back in a few minutes, and Tom helped drape it over just your shoulders.

“That’s more like it,” he said, giving you a smile as he fixed the neck.

A few minutes later, the cars and floats began moving and families cheered as you passed, waving with a smile on your face.

You and Tom talked to each other quietly as you looked around both sides of the street. When you reached the end, someone had you pose for a couple pictures in the daylight before the football players headed off to get ready for the game.

This was not only homecoming, but senior night, so they all wanted to be on their A-game.

Different people came up to congratulate you and you took pictures with friends, family, and even a few little kids. You were talking with the girls when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to find the Holland family, including Nikki’s parents and a woman you assumed to be Dominic’s mom.

“Well I sure am glad to see that people have some decent sense around here,” Grandma said, giving you a warm smile. You gave her a hug then greeted the rest of the family.

“You look beautiful, dear. Congratulations,” said Nikki as she gave you a squeeze.

“Oh, y/n, this is my mother,” Dom explained, gesturing to another elderly woman.

“Just call me Nana, dear. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smiled as she held your hands in hers.

“Thank you! Tom’s told me about you, too.”

Nikki shot some pictures of you with their family. It felt weird to be in their photos without Tom, but also comfortable, like you’d known them your whole life. You had to hold back a laugh when you took one kissing Paddy’s cheek and making him blush.

Eventually your parents also came over and talked to them, and everyone made their ways to the stadium.

A/N: omg it's been way too long since I updated TMP! I just wanted to pre-warn that next chapter will have the heaviest themes of this story. It will have adequate warnings but I want to make everyone aware!

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years ago

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harrison osterfield aesthetic

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield gif #harrison osterfield gif set #haz osterfield gif #haz osterfield gif set #osterfield october #osterfield october month #haztober #*ba claire* i want you to know i can accept zero criticism right now #i hate this man right now #all his vids are more vertical than horizontal #and the quality is lowkey grainy #this reminded me why i don't gif anymore lmao #the only gif i like is the golfing one #*mine: gifs #*mine #i'm going to bed now #lmao i def ain't going to the gym today

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hazinhoodies · 6 years ago

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October 12

A/N:This is it. The last part. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it. I’ll write an epilogue if you guys would like. Thank you so much for reading, send me your feedback on October so i can improve for my net series (which has already been planned)

Word count: 2.7k

It wasn’t long before Emma was already back into the swing of school, finding any way to incorporate Harrison into her schedule, and Harrison did the same. The five hour time difference didn’t help. Emma would Skype him after her class, and he would have already wrapped for the day. They talk for a few hours until Harrison fell asleep, usually with a little convincing from Emma. Then once Harrison woke up, Emma would be asleep and he’d hang up. Except for the few times she fell asleep at her desk, much to his own distaste, Harrison would wake her up, and stay on the call until she fell asleep again, in bed this time

Harrison’s alarm woke him up, Feel It Still blaring from next to him. He turned off his alarm, only to be faced with a tired looking Emma, her knees pulled to her chest, an oversized sweater engulfing her body, her hair in a bun on top of her head, baby hairs galore. The light of her laptop illuminated her face, making her look even more tired as she tapped away. “Love why are you still awake?” Emma’s head shot up at the voice “Sorry. I’m nearly done. I promise” she rubbed at her eyes gently before going back to typing “No, love you have to go to sleep okay? What time is it?” Harrison’s brows furrowed as Emma looked at the clock. “2:47” Emma spoke quietly. “Love you need to go to sleep” Harrison’s expression softened. Emma shook her head “Not tired. I’m fine Haz” “Emma. Darling. You’re gonna be exhausted. Let the essay be. Sit on it for a bit and come back to it tomorrow, you need sleep” Emma sighed “Okay. Okay I’m sorry you’re right I should” she looked at Harrison on her screen, smiling softly. “I’ll stay on until you fall asleep okay love?” Harrison smiled “Haz you don’t have to-“ “No, I want to” He interrupted her Emma presses her lips together and nodded, she stood up and started to close her books. “Don’t forget to take off your makeup Emma” Emma smiled, rolling her eyes sarcastically. “Thank you” she reached up to one of the shelves of her desk and wiped off her makeup. “Anything else I may be forgetting?” Harrison thought for a moment “no that’s it I think” Emma laughed quietly before crawling under her sheets and pulling them close to her chest. “Night Haz” She spoke softly, her eyes closing. “Goodnight love.” Harrison muted himself as he started to get ready for his day. He didn’t want to wake her up, once her breathing evened out, Harrison took a few moments before hanging up. He said a quiet ‘goodnight’ even though she wouldn’t hear it.

She watched the pancakes video for the first time with him on Skype, which they quickly discovered was the worst thing to exist, but they suffered anyways.

“Wait you did what now?”

“Yes. I filmed a video of me making pancakes and posted it” Harrison looked down at his lap, making a mental note to get back at Tom for bursting in, saying that one line and leaving. “I also made a video of how to cut hot bread, must've been six years ago now? If you search my name in youtube both should show up”

“Oh, I’ve already seen the hot bread one. Tom sent it to me a bit after I got home” Emma typed Harrison Osterfield into her search bar and there it was, first result How to make Pancakes with Harrison Osterfield.

Harrison listened to her commentary throughout the video.

“What if I already know how to make pancakes?”

“Well then I guess you don’t need to watch the video” Emma shot him a glare “I’ll take that as a no”

“You’ve never used olive oil or baking soda before? I understand the baking soda maybe but olive oil? Really?”

“Harrison oh my god that is so much sugar”

She looked at him with wide eyes as video-Harrison poured well over two tablespoons into the bowl. She opened her mouth to speak but could only shake her head. “Not surprised just disappointed”

She cracked a few smiles throughout the video, chuckling softly at some parts. Harrison admired her as she subconsciously bit down on her sleeve covered thumb gently.

Emma paused the video and looked up at Harrison. “Pancakes in salt” Harrison laughed “Yeah I know I’m a div. Keep watching” She hit play, her attention going back to video-Harrison only to pause it a second later

“You better not have used garlic salt. Harrison, you can’t be that inept”

“I don’t. And I’m not” Emma hit play again.

“A mug isn’t necessarily a cup”

“But if I use a mug to measure everything then shouldn’t it still have the same ratios? Approximately at least?”

Emma shrugged. “Maybe? I’m not a hundred percent sure”

“Can never have enough sugar” Emma paused the video an looked up at Harrison.

“You better not have. Harrison that’s so much sugar already”

“Keep watching love” Emma hit play again and glared at Harrison as video-Harrison poured more sugar into the bowl.

“Not surprised just disappointed I know love” She turned her attention back to the video.

“Hopefully not burning cause the pancakes would be ruined”

“Oh no. What would you ever do? Not like you made enough pancake batter to feed the entirety of Europe” Emma spoke monotonously. Harrison couldn’t help but laugh at her sarcasm.

Video-Harrison flipped the pancake and caught it in the pan.

“I’m mildly impressed”

“Oh please you’re impressed”

Emma smiled “Okay maybe a little more than mildly. Also, that kind of maple syrup is nasty”

“You. Are. So. Canadian” Harrison laughed “Critiquing my maple syrup? Really?”

“It’s so processed I don’t even think you can call it maple. I’m taking you to a maple syrup farm one day. You’ll see”

“A maple syrup farm? Those actually exist?” Harrison shook his head in disbelief “Canada is a fucking theme park”

“Canada produces eighty percent of the world’s maple syrup. Quebec alone produces seventy percent of it. Our maple syrup reservoir is huge. We have to get the maple somewhere” Emma grinned, never missing an opportunity to embody Canadian stereotypes.

They lived out most of their relationship through Snapchat, texting, Instagram stories that were definitely meant for the other but they’d never admit it. Emma was sitting in the library, must have been a week, maybe, into school. She quickly opened up her phone and sent a Snapchat to Harrison. The video zoomed in on to two students with their backs to her, the past them and to the books on their desks; Catch-22 and How I Live Now. She flipped the camera back to her face and sighed. ‘I can’t escape either of you’ written across the top of the screen. It’d only been 20 minutes after Harrison had posted his Instagram story of him working out when he received a simple ‘Fuck you’ text from Emma. He grinned, typing a quick response. Haz: 😉

As for Tom, most of their conversations we’re games of 8ball, mainly of Tom trying to redeem himself of his 13% win rate. Emma had been added to a conversation with Holland and Co plus Zendaya and Harrison, that’s where most of the actual conversations went down

Harrison found himself falling in love with Emma even more. The way she spoke, saying traw-no instead of Toronto, blaming it on how close she grew up to the city. How she said ‘bronze’ with a rounder, softer o, caused by years of French lessons and actually learning the French word before the English one, not that they’re much different. Or saying ‘melk’ instead of milk, a mispronunciation she couldn’t trace back to anything. About turning slightly more into ‘a boat’ when she talked fast, or sorry, as if it was story. He never thought he could fall in love with one accent as much as this. But it was only hers.

When he’d been introduced to Millie, her roommate for years, he didn’t find her mispronunciations nearly as interesting. They were the same for the most part but something about it didn’t strike the same chord within him.

He still had yet to meet Hannah. Emma told him every story she could think of about the two of them, never seeming to spare a detail. He found himself smiling more during those stories, the way Emma seemed so happy when talking about the pair. Her eyes lit up at every opportunity to recite a story, whether it be a band camp story or the time they drove down to New York together just for the hell of it. He listened, watching her excitement.

They updated each other constantly. Harrison filming whatever prank Harry had most recently filmed, Emma, getting way over excited when she came in second place during a game of laser tag. There was one time when Harrison full on judged Emma for dipping fries into her frosty after Millie had delivered her food. “What it’s good! I swear” “That’s not possible at all. The thought of it is kind of disgusting” “You have to try it to understand it. Next time you go to Wendy’s you better call me and you’re trying it” It was only a few days later, Emma was in her 11am History of Western Music class when she got a Skype call on her laptop. Her earbuds were already plugged in but she shoved one into her ear as she answered. She typed a quick ‘can’t talk. In class” onto her phone and sent it. Harrison nodded as he received the text. “So uh I told Tom about the fries and frosty thing and he forced us to go to Wendy’s for dinner. And then forced me to call you. I wasn’t planning on it” A small smile found its way onto Emma’s lips as she typed away whatever the professor was saying. “Yeah so now you’ve got to try it. I trust whatever Emma says honestly” Tom spoke from behind the camera. Harrison glared at him Emma picked up her phone again, typing a text. Toms phone buzzes a few seconds later. “Tom you too. Emma. No” it buzzed again “please, you said you trusted me” “Mate if i have to try it then you do too” Tom sighed. “Fine” the two boys picked up a fry each and dipped it into the frosty. They counted down and ate then hesitantly as they hit one. There was a pause “Okay why is that good” Emma tried to contain a laugh “Emma why didn’t you tell us about this earlier?” Tom ate another fry “it’s so good” Emma shrugged, a smile plastered to her lips that she hoped was hidden behind her laptop from the prof. Another text from Emma. “Have I lied to you yet? Told you it’d be good” Emma had had the worst day so far. It was October 5th. The last Friday before the long weekend, which she had decided to stay at school for. She had slept in, forcing her to go to her 8am lecture in a pair of leggings, a sweater, with her hair up messily and no makeup whatsoever. They had messed up her coffee order but she was too late to say anything. Thinking back, it wasn’t that big of a deal, just one small annoyance that made her morning worse. Emma has forgotten to check the weather, which in early October in Ontario, proved to be very important. She walked back to her dorm from the lecture hall as it poured, hugging her laptop to her chest. Emma’s music blared in her ears. She didn’t bother running, she was going to end up soaked either way. Emma opened the door to her building and stepped in the elevator. She wiped at the hairs plastered to her forehead, tucking what she could behind her ears, the shortest of her hairs not going with the rest. She walked down the hall until she reached her room. She huffed as she opened the door and immediately turned to her desk, placing her laptop on it. Something felt off about Emma’s room. Sure it was messier than normal, she’s had what seemed like a billion projects coming up. She felt eyes on her and panicked slightly. She looked over at her bed abruptly and her breath caught in her throat. Harrison. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears, tossing them on the desk carelessly. She took two strides across the small room and stopped in front of him. Her hands immediately went to his cheeks. Emma smiled. Her cheeks almost hurt from how wide it was. “You’re here. Harrison. What?” “I knew you were staying home for Thanksgiving, which I still don’t get by the way. How could I miss a chance to see my favourite girl” his hands rested on her hips, he pulled her down so she straddled his lap as she pulled his face to hers and pressed their lips together. Emma pulled away after a moment. “I wanna show you something” she leaned back, relying on Harrison to hold her up as she reached for her laptop. She set it down next to her and opened it. Harrison left soft kisses on Emma ’s cheek and neck as she searched through her computer. She paused for a moment, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. “Wait how did you get in here?” Emma continued searching through her laptop, opening up a file SILcc “I messaged Millie. She thought it’d be nice for me to surprise you as well” Harrison ran his hands along her sides. Of course, it was Millie. She was too good at keeping secrets. Having been Emma’s roommate for the last three years she’s noticed how off she’d been. “So are you gonna show me or not?” Harrison laughed “So remember that piece I was working on? All summer?” Emma played with the hairs at the back of his neck. Harrison nodded. “Well, I finished it. And I want you to hear” she out the window, mainly trying to avoid eye contact. “I know that listening to orchestral music isn’t everyone’s thing but I’m really proud of it and-“ Emma was cut off by Harrison’s lips on hers. “Darling I’d love to hear it” Harrison spoke as he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. She smiled, pecking his lips quickly as she pressed play. They watched as it scrolled through the score as their hands mindlessly ran along each other’s sides, arms, back. Whatever they could. What had started eight months ago, only to be completely rewritten less than three months ago, now condensed into five minutes, smooth melodies telling the story of her summer. It started out smooth, but as if it was being contained. Held back. There was one part that Harrison couldn’t quite explain. It was harsher. Blurred, almost. Moving into what could only be confusion and guilt? Maybe. Regret? Also maybe. Slowly but surely it moved back into the same sweet melodies as it had started. But brighter. Almost as if it had burst. Harrison still didn’t get it. How Emma could just create music out of nothing. Or perfectly explain a story. It was remarkable. She just got something in her head and was able to put it into the ears of others “That’s amazing” Harrison smiled as Emma stopped the music. He noticed a title at the top. Summer In London. “Well, coming from someone who doesn’t understand music” Emma chuckled “I’m glad you think so” She presses his lips against hers. “I emailed it to Michael a few days ago” “Yeah?” Harrison mumbled against her lips. “Yeah” Emma paused, biting her lip gently “He wants to publish it” Harrisons' head shot up. “Really? Emma that’s amazing” he kissed her “I’m so proud of you” he wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her against his chest. Harrison could feel her laughing. “How do we celebrate?” He spoke softly in her ear. Emma pulled away from his body “we stay in all weekend. I haven’t seen you since August and I miss you” And so they did.

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❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

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"Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen." — Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

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[ late october of 2015 . . . ]

HIGH SCHOOL was not the life that Y/N imagined it to be.

She always thought high school would be the best years of her life rather than studying for upcoming exams and instead of going to parties with a bunch of people she would go along with.

But that was the opposite of what she thought.

High school was more demanding than it was when she was in middle school. When it comes to school, projects are piling up making her mind going crazy. When it comes to relationships with people, they wouldn't get along with her.

Especially when her long-time enemy came into the picture.

"You really had the guts to walk past by my locker, Y/L/N." Camille started and crossed her arms as she saw Y/N walking in the hallway. Y/N would just roll her eyes and shrug off what she said.

"It's not just me who walks near your locker, Camille. I hope you put that in mind." Y/N said and gave her a fake smile.

Camille clenched her hands and she wanted to pull Y/N's hair but was stopped when her boyfriend hugged her from behind. Camille's face suddenly softened and gave a smile to him.

"What are you up to, babe?" He asked and let go of Camille and stood beside her.

"I was just telling Y/N how her boots go with her outfit today, babe," Camille said and looked at Y/N who just chuckled at what she said.

"And I think she has the best outfit of the day than you, Camille." Erika showed up and said that to her cousin while chewing on her gum and grinned.

Camille became furious again until her boyfriend placed an arm around her shoulders before anything happens and he spoke.

"We should go before it starts to bell." He said and gave a smile to her and Camille nodded in agreement and gave Y/N and Erika one last glare before walking away. Tom looked back at Y/N for a while and turned back to walk away. Y/N swore she saw this but shrugged it off.

Y/N looked at Erika who was still chewing on her gum and smiled. "You always show up when Camille would talk to me. Such a best friend." Y/N said and that made Erika chuckle. "I can't believe you would say things like that to your cousin."

"She isn't the best cousin, you know. Besides, she fights you so might as well fight her back." Erika said.

Erika was always the one who would stand by Y/N ever since Camille started fighting her. But before Erika, Camille and Y/N were actually best friends until a spin-the-bottle game would ruin it.

Y/N knew how Camille had a crush on the one and only Tom Holland, who is now her current boyfriend. She invited her friends and including Y/N and Tom and they played the game, spin the bottle.

Camille would always wish that it would land on Tom so that she would get a kiss from him and it so happened that when it was Y/N's turn, it landed on him. They had no choice since it was the rule of the game and when Y/N's and Tom's lips touched, Camille became so angry and that was the start of them being enemies.

After that incident, Camille fought Y/N and Erika saw this and eventually rescued Y/N from her evil cousin. From that day on, Y/N and Erika became best friends until now. Y/N didn't even know how and why Camille and Tom got together.

"Do you want to watch movies tonight? I've got Marvel ones." Y/N heard Erika spoke while they were walking.

"I think I should just stay at home tonight. My dad is cooking for us tonight." Y/N said and she saw Erika pouted. "Come on, we had a movie marathon last night and you slept, Erika." Y/N continued and that made Erika chuckle.

"Forget about the movie. Just look at who's in front of us." Erika elbowed her and Y/N looked in the direction where she was looking and stopped walking. You felt everything was in stop motion.

Aiden.

He sat there with a guitar pressed to his chest and his veins popping from his neck as he was singing. He was your current crush and at the same time one of your friends in school. In fact, he was also your neighbor. Every time you would be around him, butterflies inside your stomach would flatter and your heart would beat fast.

Y/N felt herself blush and she wanted to get away from him. She grabbed Erika's hand and quickly ran the opposite way.

"Hey!" Erika squealed as she pulled her and ran.

They didn't know that Aiden noticed Y/N's actions and just chuckled and smiled. He continued to pluck his fingers on the strings and sang again.

Y/N stopped running when she reached the hallway where there were fewer people around and tried to catch her breath.

"You act so weirdly when Aiden is around. You're giving him signs, girl." Erika said, who tried to catch her breath.

It was true. Ever since Y/N and Aiden became friends, she had started to have feelings for him and you never knew why. Maybe it was the way he sings? Maybe it was the way he is when he's with her? It just came to her.

"Just go tell him, Y/N," Erika said and that made Y/N jolt her head up.

"No way. I don't want our friendship to get ruined because of this feeling I have for him. Plus, it's just a crush. Nothing else." Y/N said.

Erika shook her head. "Whatever you say, Y/N." That was all she can say.

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The rest of the day was pretty much the same. Going to different kinds of classrooms for each subject every hour. Y/N had no one to talk to since Erika would be indifferent to classes too. There was also one class where she had to be classmates with Camille. She would glare at her every time she looked back and she wouldn't mind it.

Y/N walked in the hallway with people scattered all over the place. She walked towards her locker and hoping that Camille appears and have another talk again.

A vibrate came from her phone and she got her phone from the pocket and saw a message from Erika:

Y/N rolled her eyes after she read the message and turned off her phone and placed it back in her pocket. She was about to walk away when someone stood in front of her and leaned on her locker. She looked up to see who it is and suddenly her heart started beating fast.

"Aiden." She mumbled and he just smiled at her.

"I'll take you home, Y/N." He said.

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"So you're telling me, that you saw Erika with Harrison Osterfield. Harrison as in Tom Holland's best friend?" You asked Aiden as you were walking on the sidewalk.

"Yep, definitely him," Aiden answered and you were still in shock.

"That girl really has some explaining to do." You said and Aiden can only laugh at you.

Then silence came in but you still walked together.

"It's been a month since we last talked. How was your summer, by the way?" Aiden suddenly spoke up and that made you jump a little.

"It's alright. I had to be stuck with dad in a road trip camp while Aria was away. But at least we had s' mores there." You said.

"Well, Aria just came back actually—" Aiden said, but realized what he said and stopped talking. You looked at him in confusion when you heard what he said.

"Aria is here?" You asked then suddenly someone familiar called you from afar.

"Y/N!" You looked at the side and saw your sister running towards you. A big smile appeared on your lips and you ran towards her.

"Aria!"

You gave each other a hug then both of you fell to the ground but you were still laughing.

"It's been a month!" Aria said while clinging on to Y/N.

"I know!" Y/N answered.

"Okay, you kids. Don't do that outside. Go in now." They heard their dad's voice from the door and walked down towards them.

Y/N and her sister stood up and dusted off the grass from her clothes.

When Y/N looked back, she saw her sister hugging Aiden and she also saw the action that would make her heart drop. It was her sister and Aiden kissing.

They let go of each other and saw Y/N just standing there in front of them.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, Y/N," Aria said. Y/N never told her sister about her feelings for Aiden or any crush she has.

Y/N could still feel the pain that she was feeling right now but she didn't want to show her sister.

"I-I don't mind." She let out a small smile and asked. "Since when?"

Aria and Aiden looked at each other then looked at Y/N again.

"Since I was out. We were calling and talking with each other throughout the summer." Aria said and Aiden could only nod in agreement.

You were too late. A voice in Y/N's head said but that didn't stop you from giving both of them hugs to let her sister see that she was okay with it.

"I'm happy for you, guys."

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"Your sister came and then did what with Aiden?!"

Y/N held the phone away from her ear when Erika shouted through the call. She placed it back to her ear and sighed.

"They are together, Erika. There's nothing I could do about it." Y/N answered.

"Well, you did have the chance to tell him. They kept this a secret for like a month and you never knew about it." Erika said.

"Still hurts but I'll be fine. I'll just have to get used to seeing them together as a couple." Y/N's voice broke and felt a small tear in her eyes.

Erika wanted to go to Y/N's house and give her a hug. She didn't want her best friend to be heartbroken. "You'll find someone better, babe." That was all she can say to Y/N.

"Thank, I guess," Y/N said. She knew she should just stop crying and accept the fact that they could never be together. She stopped her tears and asked Erika something out of her curiosity.

"How was the date with Osterfield, Erika?"

Y/N heard a thing dropped from the call before Erika could answer.

"How did you know it was him?" Erika asked nervously.

"Aiden told me. Apparently, he saw you guys together going out of the campus. You can't hide this from me, Erika." Y/N chuckled after she said this and did a fake gasp. "Are you two also secretly dating each other and didn't tell me?"

"What? No! Of course not. He just asked me out today and we went to dinner together. There was really nothing between us. I didn't wanna say no. Plus, it was burgers and fries!" Erika defended herself and that just made Y/N laugh.

"Alright, alright, babe. I won't bother you with your love life." Y/N said.

"Y/N? Pasta is ready!" Y/N heard her dad say from downstairs.

"I have to go now, Erika," Y/N said.

"Don't cry anymore, okay? It's not worth it." Erika said and Y/N smiled.

"I know." She said and ended the phone. Y/N placed her phone down and gave a heavy sigh.

This was just another long day.

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Another day, another school day. Y/N achieved to not cry so much after dinner last night. Now, she was just walking in the same hallway.

As she was walking with her things pressed to her chest, she suddenly bumped into a person and her things dropped to the ground and herself as well.

"Hey!" Y/N shouted and looked up to see who she bumped to. Her eyes widen to see who it was.

It was the one and only, Tom Holland.

"You really should watch where you're going, Y/L/N." Y/N heard him say and his face was stern.

"You should watch where you're going, Holland," Y/N said and got all the things that fell to the ground. Y/N could hear murmuring from the people but she didn't mind them.

Y/N gave a glare to Tom and walked away from him. She had a feeling that he was going through something right now but that didn't stop her from being mad at him.

Can this day get any better?

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