#strawberrywritingfiction

[farfromharry]

I like the variety of flicks on your film list! I have some different impressions on a few of them (but everyone has different opinions and all) These were just some of my own—

Firstly though, I was so, so glad you put stand by me as a five star film. One of my all time favourite comfort movies. V well deserved <3. Ahh and yes River 🥺. Just overall too, I love the vibes from that movie. Oo, and, some of my other favourites include karate kid and breakfast club- so, I think I’d place them somewhere over 2/5 but I totally get your reasoning. My only comments on those two, well, first karate kid- would be that I thought the girl and guy couple def were a bit painfully awkward, but, I really like the actors individually so it didn’t really bother me as much when watching. The other thing about Karate kid is the fight scenes- which may have looked a little fake, but I mean, decent for the 80s. I don’t mind them either because I find them a little authentic- like, not as bad as the crappy cgi and editing that was worse in other films from the decade. I don’t mind the buildup to the action either, I thought the suspense was fun to watch the first time around. And, although it is dragged out to the end of the film, I do enjoy the climatic ending. I also get your first impression of breakfast club! For sure, I thought too like, whoa there was a lot I expected from that, and it may be a little overrated-Just because I’d seen so much hype over it. And I get why it may be found as boring. I think I can just appreciate it in how different it was to other coming of age films at the time, and the fact that the sorta stereotypical high school tropes weren’t previously explored so openly. And the little things, like how the personality connections were made between the shots of the shoes, and the food scene- agshshx idk I just really like that stuff. And I really love John Hughes’ work in general. Planes, Trains and Automobiles is my favorite film of his, so- 5/5, would recommend! And ohmygosh so sorry I went on a rant- I totally don’t mean to discredit your valid opinions, these are just some different thoughts of mine. And I loved reading your list, so many of those movies are really close to my heart ☺️ I also added some of which I’m unfamiliar with to my list of things to watch :)

ahh okay let me answer this as well as i can for you!!

so yes stand by me, one of my personal all time favourites because i am deeply in love with river. there’s just something about that even though it’s not like incredibly action filled or anything, it’s just so like sentimental in a way?

with the karate kid i didn’t think it was terrible, like i have definitely seen worse films but i think because i watched it after i watched the jaden smith version that i kinda held it up to that standard. i think that was my only problem, that i was comparing it to a newer film that had the opportunities that a film from the 80s didn’t. i’m sure if it was the first version i’d seen i would’ve enjoyed it a lot more but my heart is with jaden’s version😖

then for the breakfast club i do agree that it’s very different to a lot of coming of age films like you said, but i think i just expected more because of the way people online talked about it i guess. like i didn’t expect it to be action filled or anything but i think i just expected something shocking to happen at some point. and i also don’t think it helped that i didn’t really know any of the actors, i think i knew 2? but i don’t really have any feelings towards either of them so it didn’t make it as enjoyable for me i guess

also i will definitely add that to my to watch list so i can give it a try, there’s still so many films i want to get to that i’ve had or seen recommended. don’t worry about the whole opinion thing cause i get mine aren’t very popular ones for some films, considering a lot of the films are very loved by a lot of people, but i’m also glad that i could give you some recs of my own!!

[hollandsmushroom]

ohmygosh I’m glad you liked those pics love ! 😭 Also, while I’m here, I was hoping to participate in your sleepover by asking ‘what are your top 5️⃣ favourite films ?’ And... I’d love to get your opinion 💭, on what’s your preference/favourite— Spiderman-Homecoming, or Far from Home 🧐🎤

OOOOOH OKAY COOL! LETS DO THIS

5️⃣- Top 5 Favorite Films

1. The Princess Bride

2. Pacific Rim

3. Some Like It Hot

4. To All The Boys I've Loved Before

5. Mamma Mia!

💭- My preference between Homecoming and Far From Home

Okay so I have to say that I don't really know which I prefer, I have such good memories tied to homecoming but I absolutely love the acting and the plot of Far From Home, and I personally and deeply in love with Cobie Smoulders and her in that movie just...ugggghghghghhg!

[tomhollandfics]

Valentine's Fics

* = smut

The Perfect Date - @softspideys

tom makes it his mission to take you on the perfect first date - the only problem is, you have no idea

Parisian Valentine’s Day Dinner - @strawberrywritingfiction

a fancy evening whilst dining in paris, followed by some paparazzi and a relationship made public

A big f u to valentines days - @uglypastels

a movie night with no romantic intentions

Best Valentines Day Ever - @antigoneidk

tom and y/ns romantic valentine's day from morning to night

Roses & Chocolates - @sweetlysilent

the last thing you expected was to get the man of your dreams on valentine’s day

My Love - @spideyyeet

dating is always hard especially when all your dates end up being annoying assholes but then there’s tom

Sod Off, Valentine's Day - @lamptracker

you have a cold and your period...on valentine’s day

Just Another Thursday Night - @wazzupmrstark

you and tom planned to spend valentine’s day exactly as you always did - you’d order from three different takeout restaurants: cuban, italian, and chinese and spend the entire night watching bad game shows

A Little Effort - @favefandomimagines

you had planned a romantic evening for you and tom but his groupchat with harrison and jacob has him preoccupied

Valentine's Star - @peterplanet

in which tom takes you stargazing for valentine’s day

First Kiss - @beautifullydisconnected

best friends to lovers

*Valentine's Day - @keepingupwiththeparkers

“you’re so annoying - i love you”

Always Be My Valentine - @words-for-holland

lots of gifts, stolen kisses, and reminders that no matter what day it is….they’ll always be each others valentine

Cheesy Spoilers - @tomthesoftie

tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before valentine days and tom accidently spills what he bought for her for valentines day

2/14 - @hazinhoodies

based on the song 2/14 by the band camino

Valentine - @badhollandfluff

please just…come home

Sick - @ms-misery

you are alone and sick on valentine's day but when your boyfriend finds out, you're not so alone anymore

Valentine's Day - @peterswbs

tom suprises you on valentines day, with lots of presents and himself

Mini Valentine - @farfromharry

your valentines plans with your fiancé get slightly set back when you get called in to work, leaving tom to spend the day with your daughter

Forgetting Valentine's Day - @farfromharry

tom completely forget that it's valentine's day, too caught up in your new little girl, so he has to make it up to you somehow

Casual - @dlwritings

you and tom are casually seeing each other, but you want it to be more - when valentine’s day comes around, you’re struck by how you can share a bed with someone and still be so lonely

[strawberrywritingfiction]

Midnight Cravings

Tom Holland x Reader   

Word count: 0.7k

Synopsis: To Tom’s dismay, you attempt to make late night snack trips

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy?

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        You groaned after the past few hours of tossing and turning. Leaning across your bedside table, you reached for your phone, and by lifting it, you squinted at the bright white numbers that read 2:00. Scoffing, you attempted to quietly get up without awaking your husband, Tom. Once successfully doing so, you creeped outside the bedroom, and softly padded down the stairs, into the kitchen. Within the past few months you found yourself making many trips to the kitchen for snacks, now more frequently than ever, as you had grown rapidly in size due to the tiny human within your stomach. It was most evenings now you were in search of snacks at late hours. Only this evening, to your dismay, you had run out of sprinkles. You checked each cupboard, only to find an empty sprinkles container. At this point, you were teary eyed, and there seemed to be no other option than to get some yourself.

Less than an hour later, Tom perked up at the sound of a door opening downstairs. Confused, he turned to your bedside, only to find the covers drawn and your figure absent. Worry overtaking him, he rushed down the stairs, stopping at the sight in the kitchen.

A grocery bag, strewn across the kitchen counter, containers of sprinkles dispersed from within it, and you. Eyes puffy and red, sprinkling the colourful sprinkles on a piece of buttered bread. Your recent favourite snack.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He sighed, out of both tiredness and concern. 

You sniffed.

“I thought we were out of sprinkles- I forgot to get more today- did you go...”

“Yes,” you interrupted, “I went to get sprinkles at 2 am, but it was a quick trip, and I’ve got them now, ok?” You huffed and walked over to the staircase, plate in hand, before Tom stopped you. 

“M’love, next time you need sprinkles, for whatever the reason, wake me up, and I’ll go, ok?”

“Ok.” You nodded, and retreated to bed. 

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Not even 4 days later, you found yourself quietly creeping out of bed, in need of another late night snack. Although this one required a trip as well. So you quietly and cautiously walked downstairs. Then, you grabbed a sweater and opened the front door, just before.... Tom dashed in front of you and held the door closed. He stood still, although out of breath from a run down the stairs. His hair was tousled, and he was clad in a white shirt, and baggy plaid pajama pants that hung at his waist. He also managed to throw on a pair of slippers. 

“Tommm,” you grumbled, “I’m gonna be quick, just let me-” 

“No,” Tom chuckled. “Hon, I’m not gonna let you go to a supermarket in the middle of the night. Not in your state- and I think even now, your tummy can barely fit behind the wheel.

You were persistent. And made a continuous effort to pull the door open by the handle, but Tom stood fixed.

“I’m meant to do this kinda thing,” he continued, “It’s basically my job, as your partner. I wanna do this for you. Besides, we both know, that if I don’t get-- what is it you need?

“Pineapple,” you murmured. In utter defeat too, as you had let go of the door.

“Right, if I don’t get pineapple, you definitely will, and you’re not doing that tonight, yeah?”

Too tired to protest, you tossed him the keys. 

“Alright, I’ll be back in 10.” He smiled defiantly before heading out.

And so, he brought back the pineapple. Although it wasn’t the last instantaneous craving you had. 

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Just 2 days later, you found yourself, again, quietly slipping out of bed to get a much-needed snack. Only the ruffle of the bed sheets woke your groggy husband. 

“Whaddya need now, love,” he mumbled, half into his pillow. 

“I’m going to a drive through- I need fries,” You whispered. It took Tom a second before he slid out of bed, and threw on his pair of slippers. 

“I’m gonna get them then,” he said tiredly, hand held out, expected to be given your car keys.

“Nope,” You said with a dangle of the keys, “I’m going regardless, you can either join me and drive, or let me go alone. Besides, it’s just a drive through.”

Tom smiled, with a little roll of his eyes in turn of your stubbornness, and grabbed your keys. 

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[strawberrywritingfiction]

Anxious

Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: I know, I’ve been superrr inconsistent on here with writing and posting. Although I’m mindlessly scrolling on here pretty frequently, I do kinda lack the motivation to really interact 💀. Anyway, my anxiety is through the roof rn, and I threw this together in 20 minutes, just bc I was in the mood to write.

warnings: this content mentions symptoms of anxiety

- just peter comforting you in the midst of some anxiousness/inability to fall asleep

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Maybe it was your continuous racing thoughts. Or the constant humming of the AC. Or, your ceaseless feeling of irritability.

Whatever it was, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

You were practically overcome with irrational fears. Stuck in a never-ending loop of whirling thoughts.

Why were you suddenly feeling like this? How come you can’t simply fall asleep??? What caused all this stress that seemed to unravel so suddenly??? You questioned. Not only did you ask yourself such things, but you went on to overthink every matter that has been currently inconveniencing you.

You were completely consumed in your thinking, when a rapping against the window broke your train of thought. Hurriedly sliding out of bed, you dashed over to the window, to find your boyfriend leant against the glass, and perched atop the windowsill. You unlatched the window, pulling it open. Peter made no move to come in, his eyes just met yours with a look of concern.

“Pete, what are you doing here? At- 2 am?” You sighed, lending him a hand and pulling him in your room.

Even without his spider sense, Peter could tell something was up. “I was just doing a late night patrol, and thought I’d stop by. Plus- You sounded, off, when you messaged. Didn’t even say goodnight like you usually do- so, I wanted to make sure you were, you know, ok and all,” he said softly. Peter was completely aware of how you were often succumbed to stress and anxiety.

His ‘third sense’ if you will, practically alerted him when you were stressed, afraid, sad, etc. He could discern your emotions in a moment. Even since entering your room, he could tell your heartbeat had quickened, in an abnormal way, that your hands were slightly trembling, and your that breath was a little uneven.

‘I’m ok,” you shrugged.

“There’s not much point in lying, y/n,” Peter smiled faintly.

Just then and there, you almost burst in to tears. You fell into your boyfriend’s arms, holding him tightly, and he embraced you like so in return. The tension that managed to build up in your muscles felt as though they melted away. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“I don’t know why, I just can’t stop overthinking, and stressing out- and I can’t sleep, even though I’m so, so tired-“ you rambled on, exasperated.

“You’re ok, love, you’re just overworked and tired, yeah?”

“Maybe,” you said, breath hitched, in attempt to avert a wave of tears from escaping within you.

“You don’t need to worry right now,” Peter reassured you, “I’ll even stay with you, until I’ve made sure you've had some proper rest, ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered, releasing yourself from his hold, and leaving his side to climb into bed.

Peter took off his suit, left bare and in a pair of boxers, as he joined you, sliding underneath the covers. He gingerly held you as you began to drift of into a worry-less sleep.

“Promise, you’ll call me and let me know whenever you’re stressed out again?”

You hummed in agreement, “Promise.”

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I hope you enjoyed- Also, just know my asks are open for whatever, go on and rant if you need to ! I’m always open to chat, about anything and everything :)

[strawberrywritingfiction]

Masked Wounds

Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: I feel like I haven’t written on here in a while, but was in the mood to write something little. Hope you enjoy :)

synopsis: peter comes back to you after a late night of parole, slight angst and fluff ensues.

warnings: some brief mentions of injury

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       The crisp air that managed to escape from beneath your window made its way to where you sat up in bed, and you shifted beneath your multiple blankets. ‘Should I close it?...No, keep it open for Peter.’ You thought to yourself, rather lacking sureness. ‘He’ll be back soon.’ You continued to ruminate in thought after having been staring at your phone for over an hour. You’d been switching between the same 3 apps to mindlessly distract yourself. It was an attempt to ward off sleep, in the hope of seeing your boyfriend after a late night of paroling. You hadn’t seen him before bed in over a week, and you made him promise to get back home earlier. Although, he usually had difficulty keeping promises.

You huffed, defeated. Sleep began to lull you into its grasp. You checked your phone for any messages from Peter, (and there were none), so you placed it on your bedside table. You then comfortably laid back, prepared to fall within the realm of sleep. That is, until you heard a brisk ‘swoop’ sound outside, followed by a light ‘thud’ sound against the floorboards indoors. As usual, he climbed through the window. 

You briskly sat up in bed, quick to switch on the lamp.

‘Jeez!’ Peter yelped. Still clad in his spidey-suit. His suit’s spider-like eyes twitched, adjusting to the sudden light.

“Peter...it’s two thirty, love,” You sighed. Peter’s demeanor changed, and you could tell just by his posture that he was already ridden with guilt.

“I know, I know,” he said, removing his bodysuit, yet simultaneously trying not to pull off his mask. “There were just ‘lotta bad guys tonight.”

You let out a ‘humph’ sorta sound, as you eyed Pete getting ready for bed. You couldn’t help but feel a little upset still, regardless of his nightly hero duties.

“I’m really in the mood for cuddles right now, though,” Peter whispered, clambering underneath the covers, in only his boxers. And— his mask.

“Peter?” You asked, the two of you sitting up facing one another in bed. “Your mask?”

“Oh, right.” He peeled off the lower half of his spidey face, uncovering his chin, lips, and a part of his nose.

“Hi.” He smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Taking your response as an invitation, Peter lent in for a kiss, and in surprise, you dodged it.

“Uh, Pete, I kinda wanna see, you know, your whole face.” You said on the verge of laughter.

You faltered at his stillness, and almost could’ve sworn he gulped. Your eyes shifted into a look of concern. “Pete-“ you started.

Bringing your hands up to his face, his body tensing underneath your touch, you delicately peeled the material upwards, unmasking your boyfriend. Gasping, and stopping at the sight of his eyes. Peter’s eyes were tightly shut, one eye particularly battered and bruised. He gently opened them, a guilty smile plastered across his face, and he reluctantly removed his mask entirely. Revealing a gash at the top of his head and minor cuts across the rest of his features.

“Peter!!!” You whispered harshly, and clambered on top of him. Legs clung around his waist, you brought your hands to his face and inspected his few injuries. The main one being his massive black eye. Peter half-heartedly chuckled, yet winced as you ran your fingers across his injuries. And, as you gently grazed your thumb across a long cut. 

“Argh, Pete,” you said gruffly in exasperation, and jumped off your boyfriend, rushing off to grab his usual needed medical equipment. You returned shortly, ointments and bandages in hand, “Peter, you know I don’t like doing this stuff,” you sighed. Collecting the various items beside you as you sat on his lap once more. He placed his hands at your waist in an attempt to balance you.

“I know, lovie, but you know why I can’t go to medical professionals— they’re gonna want to know how the hell I ended up like this.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t you go to Mr. Stark or something?” You pouted. 

“Nope, wanted to come straight home to you, love,” Peter smiled, as you placed some ointments on his wounds. “Plus, I made a promise.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care about a stupid promise over your health, Pete. This is some serious shit, and I’m barely medical skilled.” You whispered, whilst dabbing the ointment across his wounds, “—I’m just worried about you, Peter.”

“Don’t worry y/n, I’ve got some pretty sick Spidey senses for this stuff, and I’ve got my best girl. Now kiss me better.”

You rolled your eyes, but pecked each (now) bandaged cut.

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[strawberrywritingfiction]

Lip Sync Battle Birthday Bash

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Synopsis: Zendaya incorporates a lip sync battle into Tom’s birthday party, only you were unaware you’re featured in it

A/N: To celebrate Tom’s birthday. Idk what this is, but it’s something 😭

Also, If you happen to not have heard of Tom Holland’s Lip Sync Battle, I suggest you watch it immediately: Tom’s Lip Sync Battle

Warnings: ⚠️ lil sugestive ig but mostly fluff

masterlist

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Tom’s birthday called for a fun party. Only involving close friends, of course. No surprises were in store. That is- until Zendaya became ringleader of an impromptu lip sync battle. Which you agreed to be part of, assuming it would be simple. Nothing too extravagant.

“Z, WHAT is this?” You enquired with a rather harsh whisper, as you held the shiny material and fishnets in your hands. Z had swept you away from the pleasant party you had created, and brought you into the other room, in order to cultivate her devious plan. Zendaya only grinned mischievously at your response. “Listen, it's going to be girls vs boys, OK? Only, I told Tom that he would go up with Harrison, Sam, Tuwaine and Jacob, and just bust out some moves to any song of their choice. Little do they know….” Zendaya whispered excitedly, “we have a fully choreographed and costumed routine.” She grinned wildy. “Also, do you have any umbrellas around, perchance?” Zendaya eagerly looked around the room.

“Zendaya! I can’t do this! Just you and me??? I don’t even know Tom’s old dance-” you rambled.

“We have Harry too, he asked some questions when he saw some fishnets hanging out of my bag, so I had no choice but to recruit him. And, if you don’t know the dance for sure, follow along with me, or make something up. But I am sure you’ve seen that video a little more than you let on.” Zendaya laughed, only earning an eye roll from you.

“Come on, y/n, this will be my revenge! Do you know just how many times Tom has rubbed in that he won that stupid thing?” 

“Fine,” You groaned, “I’ll just stand behind you during your little performance,” you sneered.

“Nuh uh, you’re front and center, after all, your Tom’s leading lady,”

You began to persist, but Z grasped your arm, walking you back into the party.

There were only the boys, watching some football and drinking beers. But the two of you were still given some glances. You just managed to hide the costume behind your back, before anyone could take notice. Aside from the few birthday balloons hanging around, it felt like a normal weekend. Jacob and Zendaya had flown in to celebrate Tom’s birthday, and there had been a large group dinner the previous night. Hence why the birthday itself was rather low-key.

“Ladies and gents, we will now be moving this party outside, if you will!” Zendaya yelled to the group.

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The party moved outside, and lawn chairs were splayed across the grass, facing the slightly raised patio at the back of the house. You stood next to Tom as the two of you overlooked both Harry and Zendaya plugging in a speaker and discussing their performance in hushed tones.

“What are they doing?” Tom mumbled to you.

“I’m not sure,” you whispered, still confused by the whole affair.

Harry held his hands up and faced the rest of the group yelling “alright, alright, we are going to do a celebratory lip sync battle. The teams will be me, Zendaya, and y/n, up against the rest of you, Tom, Haz, Sam, Tuwaine and Jacob.

“That’s bold of you mate, three versus five?” Tom countered. The boys were always up to games, and were never not competitive.

“Originally it was just gonna be girls, Tom, but your brother here hopped onto my performance,” Zendaya sneered in defense. “Now the rest of you, choose what song you're gonna compete with.”

Tom huffed, and left you with a brief kiss on the cheek, as he joined a huddle with the boys. You joined Zendaya and the two of you watched their huddled discussion. “Idiots.” she said, and leant into you, whispering, “They don’t know what they’re in for.” You laughed.

The boys recovered from their huddle and Harrison proudly spoke on behalf of  the group, yelling, “Courtesy of Tom, we are going to be performing, “My Heart will Go On.”

Both you and Zendaya booed them, in opposition to their cheers. Then, they set up their song and performed. The whole charade was comical. Tuwaine was held within Tom’s grasp, arms spread apart, in recreation of the ‘Titanic pose.’ Sam and Jacob exhibited some graceful dancing around the two, and Harrison dramatically mouthed the words, beer bottle in hand, in place of a microphone. It was obvious the boys were rather intoxicated, as they idiotically danced, and swayed standing up. They earned a few cheers, but most of you erupted in laughter in response to their performance.

“You ready,” Z asked.

“No.” 

Z groaned, but turned to the rest of the party and shouted, “Boys we need a minute of preparation,” to which they responded with a chorus of ‘ooh’s

Zendaya dragged you to the nearest bathroom, where the two of you got dressed, in a pretty close replica of what Tom wore for his performance. Zendaya then sat you down and applied some makeup on you, followed by herself, and Harry. You put a black haired wig on Harry, just like the one Tom wore, and he couldn’t help but begin to regret agreeing to perform alongside you two. Your laughter at his appearance faltered when Tom rapped on the bathroom door, “You idiots ready yet?” He said to the three of you.

“No, Tom! Just sit and wait on the lawn,” Zendaya yelled, irritated. You laughed, and Tom groaned before walking away. After your looks were completed, Zendaya peeked out the door, making sure you were all in the clear. It was basically dark out, and the backyard was only illuminated by a few small lights. “Ok y/n, Harry and I will walk out first, then when the chorus hits, you join us. Ooh, and stand between us, you know, you a little further up, Harry and I spread behind you, like a triangle, ok?” Zendaya rambled, “Tom, cue the music!!!” She yelled. You peeked out the back door and saw the boys sitting on the lawn chairs, Tom with his phone in hand, pushing play on the music.

Both Harry and Zendaya walked outside, in view of the group, who erupted in cheers and idiotic laughter. Harry chucked a flashlight at the boys, which Sam caught, and angled up at the both of them. Harry began mouthing a part of the song. And all the boys began doubling over in laughter. Tom, on the contrary, had his head in his hands, in embarrassment. 

Umbrella in hand, you awkwardly walked out, sporting the fishnets, as the chorus played and all the boys below you broke out in a fit of even more laughter and cheers. Some pulling out phones to record. 

Tom sat in shock as the rest of the boys laughed at him. His face went a little red as he watched you, whilst you waltzed around the umbrella in laughter alongside Harry and Zendaya. Harry received the most laughter, however, as he awkwardly danced, an umbrella held over his head.

The dance continued, and Tom tensed as you walked over to him whilst the lyrics continued to play. The other boys erupted in a chorus of laughter and cheers when you danced in front of Tom, just as he approached Zendaya in his own performance. It was evident he enjoyed the entire fiasco, but was flushed with embarrassment.

You retreated back to the patio and continued to dance, alongside Harry and Zendaya, still receiving cheers from the boys, however less climatic with a lack of rainfall in comparison to Tom’s.

The lyrics ended and the music stopped. The round of cheers, claps and laughter from the boys was immense, and Zendaya engulfed you in a hug, the two of you out of breath from fits of laughter.

“THAT’S ONE ALL HOLLAND!” Zendaya snickered and yelled in the direction of your boyfriend.

He only responded with a “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” still rather pink in the face as the two of you walked down to the lawn and joined the rest of the crew. Both you and Zendaya earned a pat on the back from the boys, but Harry was ridiculed immensely. Harrison stole his wig and ran around in it. Tuwaine and Jacob smothered the poor boy in tackles. And Sam just pointed and laughed at his brother. Although, Harry managed to plant kisses on both Tuwaine and Jacob, who now had remnants of red lipstick smeared across their cheeks.

Overall, the performance was a success as you were given a standing ovation, and both you and Zendaya bowed gratefully. Tom whistled, two fingers against his lips.

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[strawberrywritingfiction]

“Just a Friend”

Peter Parker x Reader

“Someone write a miraculous ladybug type fic with peter parker PLEASE IM BEGGING” @itsntaliaa 

A/N: I just went along with the idea that MJ doesn’t know Spider-Man’s Identity. Hopefully this kinda worked? <3

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             “Look at him MJ,” you sighed, resting your head on your hand whilst in a daze, completely ogling the poor Peter.

“You’re making it weird y/n,” MJ replied. “God, you’re like a superhuman, quite obviously loved by the Spider-Man. What are you doing head over heels for a dork like Peter?”

You scoffed, “but he’s a cute dork-“ MJ was about to protest before you continued, “I find his dorkiness to be kinda cute. Plus, we have shared interests, and he’s just so fun to be around. Although, I just wish he had an interest in me, you know? And don’t get me started on Spiderman- I’m no Avenger, but the few times I’ve met him he’s been pretty arrogant, and stuck-up. Not to mention incredibly clumsy.”

“But I’ll bet he’s nothing like Peter,” you defiantly smiled at MJ, who simply rolled her eyes. You looked up to see Peter across the Cafeteria, babbling on to his friend Ned.

*Gasp* “See, look Ned!” Peter excitedly whispered, mouth full of food. He pointed Ned to his laptop screen, YouTube opened, playing “Top 10 Spider-Man Moments.” Ned watched as Peter, er Spider-Man, slung webs at some sort of alien creature. He managed to hold it down, as a masked figure walked up to the beast, rose off the ground, and fiercely knocked it out with a punch to the face.

Peter paused the clip, expecting a reaction from Ned.

“Cool.”

“Cool?’ Ned don’t you think she’s awesome?!?”

“Peter, you don’t know who she is.” 

“Well, no, but I’ve worked with her a few times. She’s really nice, fantastic at punching bad guys, and has a cool suit.”

“You’ve never seen her face Peter, she has a mask. She could be way too old for you. Heck, she could be a villain. You wouldn’t want to go making the same mistake of trusting a bad guy like you did with Mysterio-“

“Ouch, dude.”

“Sorry-“

“I think you could be wrong on this Ned. But, I do want to get to know her. I just think, she’ll understand me you know? No one else knows about this, about me- and I can’t talk to a girl about superhero stuff-“ Peter began rambling.

“Well you can’t date another superhero- dude what if she’s expecting you to be this superhero in real life you know? Some hot kind of popular jock dude, when you’re well-“

“Ouch, again man”

“Sorry, sorry-“

The conversation was interrupted by a loud smack. MJ dropped her tray on the table and sat herself down in front of the two. Followed by y/n, who in contrast, silently slid into the spot next to MJ, and across from Peter.

“‘Sup nerds.”

Ned and Peter both muttered a ‘hey’ to the two of you.

“So...” MJ continued, “What were you two idiots talking about...?”

“Uh, we were just watching,” Peter started, “-er I was just showing- Ned-“

“Peter has a crush on the new superhero” Ned said rather loudly.

Peter’s eyes went wide, and he tightly gripped Ned’s arm. MJ nudged y/n’s foot, and was grinning wildly.

“You mean- the new girl? That one who’s being shipped with Spider-Man?” MJ asked curiously.

“Oh, she is?” Peter asked breathlessly, almost smiling.

“NO,” Y/n croaked, turning the attention of everyone in the group towards her, “I- I mean that, I’ve heard she’s not really- into him or anything-“

“Oh,” Peter sagged.

“Maybe she’s not into avengers,” Y/n murmured.

“Maybe...” Peter mumbled. The group was silent, but a few glances were exchanged between the four. MJ and Y/n, unaware they were sitting across from Spider-Man, and Ned and Peter, unaware they were sitting across from the unknown hero. Both pairs completely oblivious to the fact they were the subject of one another’s conversations.

“I’m gonna grab some, uh water,” Y/n got up, desperate to break the uncomfortable silence.

In her absence, MJ thought it her time to interfere by asking Peter, “So, Pete, what about y/n?”

“What about her?”

“I mean, I thought you may have had a little crush on her.”

“Oh, no, y/n’s just a friend.” Peter smiled tightly.

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[strawberrywritingfiction]

Parisian Valentine’s Day Dinner

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary- A fancy evening whilst dining in Paris, followed by some paparazzi and a relationship made public 

Words- 1.2k 

🍓 Happy Valentine’s Day! I was listening to this while writing this, and would totally recommend you listen to while reading for the full vibes! https://youtu.be/gShDtRwTLXw

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             You were early. It was late evening, and you had just spent the last 2 hours rushing out of your hotel room to meet your boyfriend. Sporting a sleek elegant black dress, you awkwardly stood at the restaurant’s front desk, nervously tapping your fingers and gripping onto your small clutch. You looked around the dim lit room, adorned with wealthy people sitting at each white linen, candle lit table. The distant sounds of laughter and soft jazz filled your ears- along with mutters you couldn’t understand, the French sounding ever so elegant. A staff member uttered something to you, snapping you out of your daze. 

“Uhm, sorry? Er- no, pardon?” You asked, recalling the little French words you knew. 

“Your table, madame, this way” the waiter said, smiling, and guided you to a table.

Thank God—English. You thought. 

You weren’t surprised when you were led out of the smoke-filled restaurant, and seated at a table on a private outdoor patio, left to sit waiting for Tom. 

Dates with Tom Holland were rather out of the ordinary. Over the past few months, on your very few public dining occasions, you were usually seated in a private dining area. As requested by Tom of course. You didn’t mind, even though it felt rather abnormal. You had not yet come out as dating to the public, and keeping the paparazzi out of your relationship was both you and Tom’s main goal it seemed. 

Both of you would have few dates publicly and if seen in public, you were usually in a group, or hanging out with Tom’s brothers. Not only that, but you would stay over at each other's apartments often, and would make sure to leave places separately, or just never travel together, in order to look less suspicious. So far, no suspicions of the two of you being more than friends had arisen over the internet. But recently, and at the moment, you wondered if you cared- What if you went public? I mean you’d been together for months- hell, you’re staying in Paris with him. You’d visited multiple foreign cities with him at that. That’s pretty serious in a relationship right?

You thought, whilst tracing your finger along your wineglass, and reading through a menu filled with lists of words you couldn’t dare try and pronounce. 

The patio door opened interrupting your thoughts, and out walked Tom, dressed in a sleek black suit. 

He sat down breathless, taking in your appearance with a gasp. “God, you look gorgeous.” He smiled. 

“So do you,” you laughed.  

The two of you admired each other, and the perfect atmosphere. Having a candlelight dinner, on a balcony whilst dining and overlooking the city of Paris. You could still hear the faint jazz from inside, and the distant sounds of honking cars on the street below. 

“I hope I’m not too late.” Tom started.

“No, no I was early,” you promised.

“- And this place is great. I don’t even know what to get here either, I can’t understand the menu, and not to mention all of this is so expensive,” you said, still scanning the list of meals. 

Tom laughed at your frustrated expression, “it’s Valentine's Day though, we have to do something special. And- I promise, when we get back to the hotel, we can cuddle and watch any cheesy rom com you like.” Tom rolled his eyes sarcastically. Although, you were sure he had a secret soft spot for rom coms.

“Deal,” you agreed, already making a mental list of some Valentine's Day appropriate romance films to watch. 

Your dinner was incredible. You had a waiter translate the meals, which all came garnished with little herbs on the top, and covered in strange sauces. Tom ordered escargot, which you refused to try for yourself. 

Both of you decided to grab some desert later. Having finished dinner, the two of you sat absolutely stuffed. 

The sun fully set, and you both were able to admire the distant, brightly lit Eiffel Tower. When it began to get chilly, Tom noticed your slight shiver with the breeze, and kindly wrapped his suit jacket around your shoulders.

When you were finished, and rather tired from the evening, you both thought it a good time to leave. 

You decided to walk downstairs ahead of Tom, just to be safe. Thanking the staff, you opened the front door- only to be greeted by an absolute mob of paparazzi. 

You froze in shock as they all shouted at you and their cameras clicked and flashed, blinding you for a second. Drowning you with questions, most of which you couldn’t understand. 

“Où est tom holland?”  “Êtes-vous deux dans une relation?!” 

Quickly recollecting yourself, you hastily opened the door and stumbled back into the restaurant. 

You grasped Toms hand whilst he walked towards you, and you muttered “it’s the paps.” Tom looked rather confused as you dragged him and maneuvered him through the busy restaurant to the empty women’s restroom. 

Locking the door you sighed, covering your face, completely overwhelmed by the swarm of questions and shouts. 

Tom walked toward you, enveloping you in a warm embrace. Pressing kisses against the top of your head. 

You hummed in response. 

“What do we gonna do?” You mumbled into his chest. 

“I don’t know,” he said, leaning against you. “I suppose I’ll call my publisher, ask them to settle this down, maybe we can ask if there’s a back door here-” He rambled. “It’ll be fine, It’ll blow over and no one will remember this happened” 

Hesitantly you broke away from his touch. 

“Wha-what if we don’t do anything?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” 

“Come on Tom, I mean, what if we just walk out there, together-”

“Y/n-“

“No, I’m serious” you partly smiled, “Don’t you think? We’ve been dating for months Tom, it’s tiring. All I want to do is go back to our hotel, no sneaking around. It was fun at first, if I’m being honest. But aren’t we a little past that?”

You didn’t know how Tom would react, and he certainly didn’t expect you to go about this the way you were. He just chuckled.

“Yeah- well I guess. But Y/N, are you really sure-?” 

“Definitely.” You smiled. 

Tom grasped your arm, and this time he swept you through the busy restaurant.

He opened the door, and you mentally prepared yourself for the camera flashes and shouts. 

You simply expected to push through the crowd of people and get out of there.

But Tom didn’t seem to have that in mind. 

He swiftly turned your head and met his lips with yours. All the while you stood on the steps of this restaurant, above a crowd. 

There were a few screams and gasps to follow. You stood rather awestruck as Tom broke the kiss, until he laughed at your shocked expression, and dragged you, pulling you through the crowd of people. You both slipped into a limousine waiting for you on the street. Some paparazzi following you both. Once driving off you practically yelled at Tom in laughter, both of you absolutely breathless. Tom commented on how red your face was, to which you slapped him. You were completely stunned by the whole fiasco. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, if it felt like I’ve been trying hard to hide this, us. I really didn’t want to but I thought it was best-” 

You shut him up with a kiss, and reassured him with an ‘I know.’

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Exhausted, the two of you retreated to bed, right before grabbing some warm baked goods in the hotel lobby. Having had a little more wine to drink than Tom, you leaned against him in the elevator, heels in one hand, a bag of french pastries in the other. Tom couldn’t help but laugh at your state. 

Once in the comfy bed of your hotel room, you turned on some rom coms and fell asleep in Tom’s arms. With multiple whispers of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘good nights.’ 

A perfect end to a pretty perfect Valentine's Day. Only you completely forgot what you were waking up to on the internet in the morning, now that the world knew of you and Tom Holland. 

[hollandsmushroom]

you give off SUCH HAPPY VIBES. And you just seem like a really good hype girl, like you really give off an enthusiastic type of energy!

Ahhh this is so sweet! Thank you! I like to think that I am a good hype girl but honestly would have to ask my mutuals and the people that I beta for! I am very enthusiastic so you go that right!

send me the vibe i give you

[strawberrywritingfiction]

Masterlist?

StrawberryWritingFiction

I plan on adding more works to this, so send any requests my way, or feel free to chat. <3 🍓(I appreciate any feedback!)

I write for Tom H, Peter Parker, and would be willing to doing Harry Potter/other marvel characters if requested. My only extra note is that I will not be writing smut, anddd no reposting any of my work somewhere else, unless given permission. 

AND- the pfp and header belong to me :)

I lowkey don’t know what to do on here, (like how to make a super fancy masterlist), but this will do for now !

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Key:  Angst → ✧  /  Fluff → ❀ /

Tom Holland 

Oneshots: (>1k)

       ➤ Parisian Valentine's Day Dinner ❀ -1.2k

       ➤ Turbulence and Sicknesses ❀✧ - 1.7k

       ➤ Lip Sync Battle Birthday Bash ❀ - 1.5k

       ➤ Golf Outing ❀ - 1.5k

Blurbs:  (<1k)

       ➤ Midnight Cravings ❀ - 0.7k 

Peter Parker 

Blurbs: (<1k)

       ➤ ‘Just a Friend’ ✧ - 0.6k

       ➤ Masked Wounds ❀ - 0.7k

       ➤ Anxious ❀ - 0.5k

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[tomhollandfics]

Heyy! Do you know any one shots/imagines about playing mini golf with tom? Thank you!

hey, i couldn't find too many mini-gold fics so i also tagged some of my fav gold fics in general x

Mini-Golf - @definitely-not-black-cat

* The Game - @allegra-writes

A Golf Lesson - @hollandcrush

Tom Teaches You How To Play Golf - @farfromtommy

Round Of Golf - @can-youimagine

* Birdie - @venomsilk

Golf (Series) - @tom-softie

Classic Tom - @tinyyoungblood

Hole In One - @sweetlysilent

* Golf Club - @tommyquacksonholland

Golf Outing - @strawberrywritingfiction

* Round Of Golf - @can-youimagine