#tom hollan fanfics

[ohholyfanfics]

The Statue Part 6|Tom Holland

Last Part: The Statue Part Five 

Author’s Note: Here’s just a little filler and it feels so good to be back! This story has so much going for it and I can’t for you guys to see everything I have in-store. 

Prince Tom smiled softly as he led the two onto the grand lawn, the hot sun rays a welcome change. He couldn’t help but glance over to find y/n already giving him a soft glance. He gave her a soft peck on the cheek, watching as her lips formed into an O shape, as he tugged her along. Their first few moments were spent exchanging hello’s with some of the important guests. 

Once seated, y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her soon-to-be talk with those amongst the table. Her cheeks flushed as his head rested on her thigh. Grabbing the wine glass, she felt a sense of relief take over as the sweet taste of her favorite rose hit her tongue. 

“I hope everything is well Lady y/n.” she lifted her head to be greeted by one of her ladies maid as she nodded her head with a flush expression. The hot rays where shield by an umbrella as she softly dismissed the young woman. 

“Tom, when were you going to introduce me to this beauty..”  

y/n felt a wave of nervous hit her, as she watched Tom squirm in the stead besides her. Softly after the two had shared a few sweet kisses, she had giving him her full consent. Thomas not knowing yet, what to do with the new found information but thought now was the most perfect way to start. It wasn’t at all anyone from parliament nor was it a greedy reporter or royal trying to get some sort of inside scoop. 

“Harrison this is my fiancé y/n.” he smiled softly as he placed an arm around her chair. He watched as his childhood best friend smiled widely holding a hand out. He watched as she shook his hand with a small smile on her face. 

“Well y/n, I’ll say I don’t know how you do it.” he chuckled as she relaxed her shoulders letting out a soft giggle. “He’s a handful isn't he?” 

“A bit.” she shrugged as the prince faked offense but never once let the smile flutter from his lips. “but I couldn’t have picked a better prince too be stuck with.” she giggled pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. 

Harrison watched with soft eyes, as his best friend leaned over press the softest of kiss on the girl’s lips. It was clear that everyone had caught whiff of the small action. The table was filled with gasps as mummers where soon being exchanged. 

“I’m glad you’re the one I get to rule beside.” he breathed out as her eyes shinned in a way he’d never expected. Squeezing his thigh she sent him the sweetest of smile. 

“Oh Thomas!” they heard a squeak from the other end to be met with a bright pair of green eyes and a rather judging stare. y/n sat straighter as she felt her palms begin to stare. 

“Lady Jessica..” Harrison nodded with a cold glance as he looked over at the prince who was wearing a blank expression. It was clear that there was so sort of tension. “Please address him as his royal title.” he added as the woman gave him a glare. 

“I think we are past that Harrison.” she stated a she occupied an empty seat from one of Thomas’ brothers. Placing her sunglasses on her head she examined the woman besides the prince, feeling a wave of jealousy run within her. 

“I didn’t know they let hags in..” Harrison muttered behind his glass as Jessica introduced herself to y/n.

“Lady Jessica and you must be Thomas’s friend.” she stated with a slight smirk as Thomas watched y/n smile. 

“Oh yes, I’m his fiancé.” she smiled softly as she placed her hand on the table. Lady Jessica coughed lightly, at the words leaving the woman’s mouth. Thomas on the other hand felt a since of pride wash over him as he heard the words slip from her lips. “Its a pleasure to meet you Lady Jessica.” 

y/n tried her hardest to remember just who Lady Jessica was and what importance she held with the royals. Her mind swirling as she thought back to the countless amount of prep she had gone through. 

“You must be so overwhelmed.” 

y/n smiled softly as she nodded her head bringing the glass to her lips. The sweet taste relaxing her as she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. She wasn’t sure if it was from Thomas holding her hand tighter or the fact that she had handled people like Jessica before. 

“A little bit..” she breathed out as watched her fingertip trace the rim of the crystal cup. “it’s all a little new but not anything I can’t handle. The Queen and King have been so welcoming.” 

“Darlin’ there's some people I would like for you to meet.” Thomas smiled as he stood from his seat. Bidding their goodbyes, the two watched as the royal couple made their way towards the grass where some of Thomas’ family stood.

“She seems too perfect.” Jessica muttered as Harrison gave her a slight glare. 

“Just because you didn’t break the spell doesn't mean you can ruin this for him Jessica.” 

“It’s lady Jessica to you.” 

“Cut the shit Jessica and let them be.” Harrison breathed out in anger as he stood from his seat. She watched as his eyes clouded over with a anger she’d never witnessed. “He’s happy.” 

“He doesn’t love her.” 

“Well he most definitely doesn't love you.” 

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[let-me-luve-you]

Just a Bite

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Tom notices his little sister not eating. He gets really concerned and decides to talk to her.

Warnings: Eating disorder, stressed, overwhelmed, brotherly love, hard love

A/N: I am basing this off of my experience. I’m sorry if any of you feel this isn’t a true disorder, but I as one who lives it, know it is. I didn’t see it as a problem until I started telling other people about my eating habits and they looked at me in shock and would then tell me what I was doing was wrong. 

MASTERLIST

BUY ME A COFFE?

Being the youngest Holland meant that you had all of the attention or none of the attention. There wasn’t much in between. With Tom’s new movie coming out with Harry as an assistant director, Sam’s restaurant opening, and Paddy’s first movie being filmed, there wasn’t much attention on you at the moment. You weren’t complaining about the lack of attention either. You loved your family, but sometimes they were a bit over protective.

Lately, you have been struggling in school. As a 14 year old, you were taking classes the 18 year olds were taking. The school thought it would be best for you since you were blowing through the other work. With the new, harder work, it meant that you were spending a lot of time doing homework. You’re friends weren’t on speaking terms with you because they were mad at you for taking upper level classes.

Today, Tom was staying at the house to keep you company while your parents were with Paddy on set. Harry and Sam decided that since this was their first day off in a while, they would go into the city. Tom had noticed you staying home more and more. He also noted that you weren’t eating much. He’d been eating at your parents house since he’s been home because he was renovating his kitchen. Every time dinner was ready, you wouldn’t come down. Nikki would take a plate to you, but he started to notice you throwing it away and returning the plate.

He was concerned for you. He wanted to know if you were okay. He just didn’t know how to go about talking to you about it. Today he decided to cook all your favorites. And by cook, he means getting takeout. Tom knew he couldn’t cook. Last time he did, even Tessa spit it out.

After picking up the food, he went back in the house and set it all up on the counter. He walked upstairs to your room and knocked.

“Hey Y/N.” Tom asked through the door. He didn’t hear a response so he knocked again. “Y/N, you awake?” When Tom got no response once again, he gently cracked the door open to see you sitting at your desk with headphones in. He walked over to you and gently tapped you on the shoulder. You jumped and looked up at him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked and you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry. I like to listen to music when I do homework.” You said.

“All good. Are you at a stopping point?” He asked as he pointed towards the homework.

“Yeah. I’m just doing some math. Was looking at the next problem when you tapped me on the shoulder.” You said.

“Will you come down and join me for dinner? I feel like I’ve barely seen you since I’ve been home.” He said.

“I’m not really hungry right now.” You said going to put your headphones in. He grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Well then use this as a break. Come sit with me while I eat.” He said.

“I can't, I have to finish this.” You said. He shook his head and pulled you away from the desk.

“Nope. You’re coming with me. You skipped lunch and I know you didn’t eat last night. So you are going to come down and eat.” Tom said, physically dragging you towards the kitchen.

“I’m not hungry though.” You said.

“I don’t care.” He pushed you into a chair. He grabbed the fork and shoved it into your hand. “Eat.”

You sighed and looked down. It was all your favorites, but you didn’t have an appetite. You knew you needed to eat. It’s been two days since the last time you did, but you just couldn’t. You pushed your food around on the plate as Tom watched. He sighed.

“What’s up with you?” He asked softly.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You are always doing homework. You’re not eating. You don’t go out and socialize with your friends anymore. I just want to make sure you’re okay. That you are staying healthy physically and mentally.” Tom said as he walked around the counter to hug you. “You can talk to me. I won’t judge you.”

“I’m just stressed. I have too much to do. I… I know I need to eat, but nothing sounds good, so I just don’t.” You finally said.

“Okay. What are you stressing about? School? If it’s school, I can try and help or I can just sit with you why you do it in case you just need to talk through the problem without me commenting.” He said, pulling away from the hug to look at you.

“It’s just a lot. I feel like I’m behind on the work and can’t get ahead. My friends quit talking to me because I’m in these upper level classes. Just not enough time in the day. And when I do get free time, all I want to do is sleep. I’m too exhausted to eat. Like the thought of chewing sounds like too much work.” You said looking at your plate.

“I’m sorry about your friends, but if they dropped you because you are in upper level classes, they aren’t your real friends. I know it sucks now, but you’ll be glad they aren’t around you in the future. As for the classes and feeling behind, I’m home for the next two months. I’ll come over and help you. We will get you on a normal, stress-free schedule. We don’t want this to become a worse eating disorder, so we will work on that as well.” Tom said before he kissed your head. “I don’t want to see you struggle. I don’t want to see you stressed.”

“I’m sorry.” You said pushing more of your food around.

“Don’t be. You can’t help this. Let’s take the night off from school work and most of tomorrow. We can have a movie night tonight, sleep in and then go to lunch tomorrow, and then work on some of your homework. Sound good?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom for a second thinking about it before you nodded. “Yeah. That sounds good. Can we watch movies at your house? You have a comfier couch and bigger TV.”

“Yeah. We can pack a night bag. You can bring your homework too and we can work at my house tomorrow since I’ll be home alone. It’ll be too loud here.” Tom said. “But first, I need you to eat some of your dinner for me. You can take your time and you don’t have to eat all of it, but you gotta eat something.” He said pushing your plate a little closer to you. He walked around the counter and pulled a glass out of the cabinet. He filled it with water and pushed it towards you as well. “And drink this too.”

You looked at him and saw he was serious. You really weren’t hungry so you put a little on your fork and ate it. Tom smiled at you and then turned back to his own plate.

“Thank you for caring. I’m sorry if I’ve worried you.” You said quietly.

“I’ll always care for you. You always care for me. Anytime I’m working on a movie or on a press tour, you always call to make sure I’m eating, drinking water, and getting plenty of sleep. And you always call after seeing an interview and seeing how tired I am. You are always looking out for me, but sometimes I think you forget someone is looking out for you. I don’t want you to think I’m mean for making you eat when you don’t feel like it or for making you stop working on your homework. I just want the best for you all around.” He said softly.

“Thank you.” You said standing up and walking around the counter to hug him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He gave you a kiss on your head. “Now eat some more and we can go watch Killers.” You laughed and walked back to your plate.

[parkers-gal]

Clowning on tom for wearing a really baggy oversized hoodie

requests are open

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“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was looking in a mirror.” You had just come into the kitchen where Tom was making his tea with the kettle. “Is that your boyfriend’s, too? I always steal my boyfriend’s hoodies; they’re so oversized.” You spoke dramatically, raising your voice to seem like the stereotypical high school girl. You giggled while grabbing a mug out of the cupboard. Tom rolled his eyes at you, moving the kettle from the hot burner to the one that wasn’t on.

“Ha-ha,” He spoke sarcastically. “I think it’s a good style.”

“Maybe if you were Ariana Grande.”

He gives you a sour eye and you burst into laughter again.

“What do your fans think of this fashion mishap?”

“Mishap?!” He turns around with a hand on his hip and eyes widened. “This is not a mishap.”

“Oh yeah, just like the baggy jeans wasn’t a mishap.”

“You said you liked them!” You laughed again before holding your hands up in surrender. “If you could style it nicely, yes, I would.”

“Wow, rude.” He turned his back to you as he returned to making his tea. You laughed again before coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and leaning your head on the back of his shoulder, kissing over the hoodie.

“You look like a toddler who just got hand-me-downs.”

“I was the one giving the hand-me-downs.”

“And look at where you are now, movie-star.” You bit your tongue while the nickname slipped out, biting back a laugh, holding your grin. Tom groaned, heading up towards the sky at your remark.

“You can’t deny I look hot as fuck.”

“I never said you weren’t hot.” You defended. “But you being pretty has nothing to do with some sketchy fashion choices.”

“What if I just like sweater paws?”

“Do you also want cuddles, baby? Or a teddy bear? I know you love those.”

He groaned again while he turned around in your embrace

“Hey, hey, look,” You spoke between laughs. “Look I’m sorry.” You settled down while he raised his eyebrows as if you were serious. “I am!”

“Sure, baby.”

“I’m not the one who looks like a baby here.”

“No, but if I became a cuddle monster, you’d absolutely love it.”

“I’m touch-starved, of course I’d love it.”

He gasped dramatically. “Are you saying my current level of cuddling isn’t enough to feed your touch starved self?”

“Your words,” you held your hands up again. “Not mine.”

“You implied that!” “Now look who’s the baby.”

“Y/N!” Tom groaned again and you stuck out your tongue playfully while he whined. “Are my cuddles not enough?”

“Touch is my love language, Tommy. Maybe you’re just not fluent in it.” You shrugged and sighed dramatically, trying your hardest not to laugh again.

“I am fluent!”

“Sure you are, baby.” You kissed his cheek just before leaving the kitchen. Tom was left blinking at the wall before abandoning his tea and racing after you.

“I want cuddles.” He announced. You spun around to look at him before shrugging. He huffed and ran in front of you. “I want cuddles right now!” You shrugged again and he whined, picking you up and bringing you upstairs. You laughed and shouted for him to put you down but he never listened, dropping you onto the mattress and sliding in next to you, trapping you in a suffocating hug. You huffed before giving in.

“Love you,” He smiled into your neck, kissing your neck softly.

Your hands ran through his curls as you hummed. “Love you too, big baby.” He whined again and you laughed.

[konnyart]

Knowing that MCU Spiderman 3 is (for at least now, I don’t think that will be true for long) Tom’s final movie, I won’t be surprised if I see Peter getting brutally killed.

What did this boy do to deserve this

[petersasteria]

The Four Men In My Life AU (Mini Series)

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Pairing: Tom x Reader, Harry x Reader, Sam x Reader, Haz x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a shit love life. Mainly because of the four men in her life. 

A Letter to My Darlings

1: To Tom

2: To Harry

3: To Sam

4: To Haz

5: Past With Tom

6: Past With Harry

7: Past With Sam

8: Past With Haz

9: The Present

10: To Y/N From Tom

11: To Y/N From Harry

12: To Y/N From Sam

13: To Y/N From Haz

14: Fin

Taglist: @sweetdespairbarnes @fanficparker @myblueleatherbag @lcvelyparkers @tommysparker @an3iquex 

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[social-holland]

Find Her Way

Summary: Because in the end it was time to listen to her own voice and to honour it. To learn that she can love someone, and they can still be bad for you. To truly believe that everything in life is there to teach you something, good or bad. But if someone is truly meant to be there for a long time than it would be without a complete toxic feeling within it. That’s the time to learn to let them go.

Warning: Angst with a bit of hope in the end

Betrayal. Jealous. Hurt. Lonely but most of all, confused.

Confused but brave for the future. It’s never going to be the same.

Growth hurts.

She felt like running yet again. Was it her fault? Was it his? Nobody knew. You can always look at it from a different perspective. His. Hers. The neural one or what they call “what actually happened”. But which one is the right one? Nobody ever answers that.

She felt so fucking lost. Didn’t know how it happened. Tom had been her best friend for the last two years. They connected so hard and fast. So similar like she never imagined she would be with someone. He knew her deepest darkest secrets. Her lowest moment, her strongest ones. She felt like he was one of the only people who ever saw the real her. And she felt the same for him.

He had told her everything. About the problems in his family. About his struggles, his everyday struggles with himself. His secrets, love, happiest moments.

But all she felt was betrayal now. She felt like she was left standing on a street waiting for him to show up.

Spoiler: He never did.

His interest shifted and suddenly she was never enough anymore.

More people came into his life, better friends, better memories to make, adventures. He seemed to handle his struggles better and she was not needed anymore.

The long phone talks? They never happened anymore.

He didn’t need them anymore. He was happy.

And she tried really to be happy for him. He learned to handle the pain and struggles! And she wanted to feel so happy for him, but it hurt. Hurt to be left.

She fought for their connection. She fought for the amazing friendship she once believed they had. But all the questions and memories running day and night in her head. In the end, how much did it mean to him? Probably not that important if he can quit that fast on it. Not worth his time anymore?

Trying hard to be strong. Trying so damm hard to be ok with it. Endless talk, trying to safe what was left of a once beautiful connection. He thought it was her fault. He was just simply evolving, and she was selfish. The verdict. His verdict. She didn’t understand it. Maybe it was. But who knows? Nobody. Everybody looks different at it.

Voices whispering different things into their ears. Everybody trying to push their views. How much does it really matter in the end? What do we take from it at the end of the day?

He talks to her again. The death of a friend. He just wanted to tell her before he tells it their friend group. Tells her how he can’t believe their friend is gone and that it seems unreal.

What irony when she felt like that for a long time. The conversation doesn’t last long. The last time for him to use her. She thanks him. He answers. That’s it. The last messages are exchanged in a group chat. That’s it. The end.

Two amazing years, two years full of memories. Good. Bad. Concerts. Parties. Lots of long night talks. Adventures. Lots of support. She will forever feel thankful and maybe it will get to a point where the hurt decreases. To a point where memories hurt, and the questions stop. She knows their will never be answers that will make sense to her. And maybe one day it will be ok? Maybe one day she will be ok.

But now she got to run. Leave the city, leave this life behind. Start over. New people. New memories. Good and bad. Love and pain. She can’t wait.

But she just has one thing left to do. Unfollow him.

Be free. The toxic feeling must go. Now. It’s time to move. This is the day. No maybe, no thinking, just leaving. Running, dancing on the grave of the friendship. Feeling the air and the freedom, just wanting to feel light for a second. Feeling the chances. Feeling love. Leaving bitterness for now.

Headphones in, music loud. Celebrating one last time. It might be the music they both so enjoyed. The music they both connected over. But it’s a new day, a new album and it’s time to make to new memories with new music.

Now it’s her time.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Can you make a blurb or somethin about what happens at the mansion with rich!tom, because I didn't know I'd need it until you continued it.

@hillsnholland see what you've done? Hehehehe

NSFW below my doods.

"Would you like me to show you how selfless I can be darling?" Tom rasped in your ear. You could feel the silk shirt at your shoulders, the gold chain around his neck was pressed at the back of your own, the cool leather of his Jaeger-Lecoultre 18-Karat Rose Gold and Alligator watch nipping into your skin. Swallowing, you glanced at him, his eyebrows quirking on his forehead, his fingertips ghosting over your underwear,

"I need you to tell me you want it pretty girl. I can take you right in that door and down the hall, lay you on those really nice cotton sheets, let you get off. But I need you to say you want it." Humming in your throat when he presses at your clit, you tilt your head back, laying it over his shoulder,

"Please-" Before you could say anything more, he took your hand, leading you to a bedroom down the hall with quick steps. Laying you on his bed, you noticed it was another room you spent a lot of time in. A cream colored room the size of your living room back home with soft chocolate colored carpet and double doors at the end that opened into another beautiful balcony, with a less pleasing view of the side of a mountain. You could tell it was Tom's room, judging by the posters and flags hanging from the seemingly endless walls. You could never imagine having so much wallspace. A sharp jabbing at your lower back drew you from your thoughts and when you lifted your hips, you pulled a small golf ball from behind you. You tsked,

"Ass." Tom chuckled as you tossed it off the bed, paying it no mind as it bounced once and then rolled the rest of the way, thumping against the wall as he pushed your dress up your hips,

"God you've got amazing legs pretty girl." Leaning in, he kissed your stomach, his beautiful eyes finding yours,

"You have no idea how spoiled you'd be if you were my girl."

"In your dreams Holland." You panted out, "You're a spoiled little shit. Don't deserve me." He pursed his lips, slipping his hand up to your breast,

"I deserve to see this beautiful body at least. Take the dress and bra off for me sweetface." Raising your shoulders off of the bed, you squirmed out of both articles of clothing, tossing them off the bed and glancing back down at him. He smiles a cocky smile,

"You're stunning. I don't think you realize the severity of me pining over you." Flicking your underwear against your skin, he draws the fabric down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder,

"God I've dreamed about the day I got to see this pretty little pussy."

"You are... revolting."

"Am I now? You're not having a problem with me being between your legs at the moment huh? The idea of you getting head from me is quite appealing." Cocking his head, he raised an eyebrow,

"Right?" You nodded, watching him run his hands up your thighs. Licking his lips, he glanced up, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thigh. Creeping up, he kisses the other thigh,

"If you were my girl, you'd have the best things ever. You could wear the best clothes, the best jewelry, you'd have the most gorgeous flowers daily. Does that not sound good to you?"

"You're spoiled. You don't know how to be sympathetic with anyone. Its," you flip as he leans in and runs his tongue along your folds, "i-it's about you and your money and that's it. I don't t-think you can p-pay the attention I want to me." Taking hold of his sheets as he hums in response, he laps up your juices and holds your thighs apart. Meeting your eyes again, he slides two fingers between your folds, curl in ng them as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and arch your back, reaching down to take hold of his hair. He grunts when you tug, not caring that his hair will be messed up by the time he gets you to your high. At this point, he's desperate to show you he's capable of giving someone else attention. When it comes to you, it's not about the money. He'd give up the money if it meant getting you instead.

Sucking at your clit harder, his lashes flutter when you whimper and tug his hair the slightest again. He reaches up to hold your hips when you buck them into his face, trying to ride his fingers. Holding his hair tight in one hand, and the sheets in the other, he watches you writhe, his heart bursting with joy at the sight of you. He'd dreamt about it for months and here you were now. Laying before him with your legs spread wide to allow him to lay between them. Flicking his tongue across your clit, he hums when your whimper and whine shaking under his arms,

"Ahh, Tom that feels so good." He hums again in response, letting you tug at his hair. He can feel your attraction for him growing the longer he lays between your legs, taking his wrist in your hand. Sliding his hand down, he interlaces your fingers listening to you pant and watching your chest rise and fall. Sliding your hand down to the back of his neck, you hold him close,

"Tommy, m'gonna cum." Leaning back, he curls his fingers,

"Cum for me love. Gotta show you how good I can make you feel." Kissing your bellybutton, he watches your face contort in pleasure, feeling you grow wetter and wetter, the longer it continues,

"Come on love. Cum for me." Arching your back, you raised your leg to press your foot to Tom's shoulder,

"Tommy." Holding his arm, you whimper, arching you back as your orgasm clouds your senses, a scream catching in your throat and coming out as a half hearted cry. Tom coaxes you through it, waiting until your legs stop shaking and your back rests on his sheets before drawing his fingers from you and resting back on his knees. Sucking his fingers off, he stood, leaning over you with his lips grazing your skin, you turned on your side, Tom smiling and kissing your hip before laying behind you. Propping himself on his elbow, he ran his hand up your arm, watching the skin goosebump. Kissing your shoulder blade, he hummed,

"See? I can be selfless sometimes. I'm a spoiled brat, sure, but I can show someone else affection. Especially when I like them." Snorting, you turn to look at him,

"I can't believe those words are even in your vocabulary. You don't like me. You just want to get between my legs."

"That isn't true. I did, get between your legs I mean, bit I would never force myself on you. You seriously think that I offer you all these nice things cause I don't like you?"

"I dunno. I... I guess so." Gently nudging your shoulder back into him, he waits until your eyes meet his,

"I do like you. I have for a long while now. You're the one that hates me. Not me hating you."

"I don't hate you."

"Really? Then why do you keep telling me to piss off and ignoring me and rolling your eyes? You hate me. You can't deny that. Besides, it's kinda hot converting you." Giggling, he drapes his hand over your hip,

"Seriously. You're pretty sexy. I'd like to take you out. Hell we could run away to Europe for a weekend. Have our first date in Paris, whatever you want." Leaning against him, he leaves his lips against your skin, his eyes locked in yours,

"Whatever you want is yours." Turning to completely face him, you sigh,

"I get it. I really do. You'd make an amazing boyfriend. Spoiling your girlfriend in whatever she wants is everything girls ever want. But I don't want you to give me all these material things. The reason I 'hate' you is because you were raised by parents that let you buy friends. They let you have whatever you want and I hate that. All I want from you, if I go out with you is for you to show that you love me. If you feel that there's something I want that you wanna buy every once in a while, by all means. If you go on vacation and you want me to come than I'll go, but I can work for my own money. I can buy my own things, I can buy my own-" Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your own. Pressing his hand to your lower back, he holds you to his chest. Pressing his forehead to yours, he clenches his jaw,

"I'll do whatever you want. I just... I want you to agree to go out with me." Smiling, you reach up and stroke his cheek,

"Fine." He smiles and then laughs, laying back on his bed,

"God, today's a good day." Giggling, you lean over him,

"This house is really gorgeous." He nods,

"I know how much you like it. I know all the spots you escape to when I throw parties like this."

"Oh so now you're stalking me?"

"No, I've liked you for a long time and I watch you wander sometimes. You wear pretty clothes and I like it. I always pay attention to you because I like your attention." Playing with the chain around his neck, you glance up at him. He meets your eyes for just a moment before a smile breaks out and he leans down to peck your lips,

"Pretty little GIRLFRIEND." Giggling again, you sit up, at the end of the bed to find your underwear,

"Don't push your luck," standing, you drag your underwear up your legs, "stalker."

[uglypastels]

Hello!! Little headcanon about Filippo: he is bisexual and Tom may fear that he will cheat on him but Filippo says "I'm bisexual but bisexuality doesn't make me a slut" and Tom gently hugs Filippo and tells him "thank you"

i’m gonna change it up a little bit haha 

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It had been a few months since their first kiss. Things were evolving, Tom just wasn’t sure into what. He liked Filippo, so did Chris. The little fella was happy for his daddy. 

But Tom just wasn’t sure. All his previous relationships had only been with women. Until some weeks earlier, he had never even considered the option of being interested in men. Maybe he wasn’t, maybe he was just interested in Filippo. After all, he had never felt the urge to grab someone by the neck and kiss them so passionately like he wanted to kiss Filippo. 

He just didn’t know if Filippo wanted that with him. 

“Is it because I’m bi?” Filippo joked one day. Tom’s cheeks heated up. 

“What? No!  Of course not. You know I don’t care about that. The only issue would be that it would give me more competition.” 

“Oi, Tommy, watch out. Don’t call me a slut.” 

“I wasn’t.” 

“Good, because I don’t want you to make such assumptions only based off my sexuality. Being a slut makes me a slut, not being bi.” He started laughing. Tom chuckled a bit too, but not as enthusiastically as he should have to go unnoticed. Filippo stopped and grabbed his hand. 

“Hey, seriously tho, what’s wrong?” 

“I don’t know. I feel… like I’m not right for you. I’m scared that one day you’ll realize that I am not good at this at all and you’ll leave-” he didn’t finish the sentence because his lips were glued shut by a passionate kiss. Tom’s shoulders relaxed and his eyes shut closed as Filippo held his face in his hands. 

When he pulled away, he kept holding Tom’s cheeks. “Don’t you ever finish that sentence. Also, don’t say that you’re not good at this stuff. First of all, there is no stuff to be good in, second of all, no one is good at it. Yeah? We’re all making it up as we go. And I am the luckiest guy to be able to make it all up with you. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.” 

The End 

[jones-parkerr]

Hitter ch.1

words: 1210

summary: After big buisinesses took over, yours and everyones small business failed. In spite, you began to hack into their systems, and people started to pay you for it. Tom Holland, or ‘’Peter’’ is a hitman hired to kill you, since someone has found you out.

warnings: Swearing

"No! no please!!" you shouted at the man named "Peter".  He had pushed you into an alley seconds ago, and as proceeded held you at gunpoint.

"Sorry, darling. Just doing my job," he speaks seductively, despite poking a Glock 19 towards your forehead.

"Please, I'll do whatever you want, just please, please don't hurt me." tears streamed down your face posthaste, and your voice had become hoarse. It broke continuously.

"Your act is almost convincing, love. If I didn't have to kill you where you currently stand, I'd suppose you were brilliant."

You groaned and sighed, wiping your face and drying your none-hearted tears. He wasn't buying it.

"I know you too well, don't I?" He smirked.

"I could say the same, Tom."

He gasped at his name, slightly shifting the gun. You took the chance to grab him and turn him, holding his arms in a lock.

He sighed, "how...how do you know that?" , a serious but confused tone befalling his tone.

"research, hun. You think your organization is safe? Barely; I hacked into it with ease."

He grappled, but you had his gun pointed away and he was in a non-movable and still position. He groaned in irritable pain.

"Thomas Stanely Holland, 22, from London," you taunted him with his information. Strictly anticipated to be secret.

his face was scarlet as he spoke, but he had ideas.

"You're smart, love. I couldn't have hacked into the system if I tried."

"Oh, I very well know you couldn't. For me, though, it was easy," As you continued to gush, Tom quickly turned the tables and fired his gun, startling you. Using this, he swerved around and kicked you in the crook of your leg, causing you to fall to your knees. you gasped and shortly winced at the pain from your scraped knees. 

"all hell.." You murmured.

He rested his elbows promptly upon your shoulders, stooping down behind you. He had his kneecap pushed up into your spine further.

You breathed shakily from a  very constrained diaphragm, "Fuck..you."

"Not tonight darling, I have plans."

You scowled at his dumb comment.

"Hey, don't be like that, maybe next time!" he laughed, "oh wait! Say it with me," he pressed his elbows deep into your shoulders causing you to moan in pathetic pain. You bruised harshly.

"you'll be dead."

As he taunted you, he pointed his gun back at your face, but this time between your eyes.

"Hey, now you'll see it happening."

You had begun to panic, You didn't know how you would get out of this. If you moved he'd surely shoot you square in your face. course, it might shoot him as well, but that was the least of his problems. It was only meant to kill you.

"Awh, you're adorable when your helpless and on the brink of death."

He mocked you with fond words and cruel actions, his hitman persona. You stared at the gun in front of you. You breathed, unsteadily.

"You're weak," He mocked, "but I suppose that embarrassing you would be more fun, so how about I bring you to my 'friends'?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Come on," he yanked you upwards roughly and cuffed your hands behind your back. He started dragging you along him to his truck, "I came a long way to find you, so get ready for a road trip."

You pulled and tugged further, but it was no use. You resorted to yelling and shouting, but it only angered him, which was a meek response.

"Could you shut up? I'm trying to do my job, and it'll be a lot easier if you just close your mouth." He shot you a look of anger.

You gave him back a look of disgust, " I'll make your life a living hell, Holland." "Oh trust me, I'm sure you will." -

As he drove you farther than you expected, you had a lot of time to wonder how you'd get out. Jump out of a car? You'd die, and there's nowhere to go or get help from your wounds.... again, if you survived. You were cuffed as well, which was a major factor. You knew it was a difficult and risky job, being a lone hacker taking down businesses that held too much power. Contrasting, you knew you were too arrogant and cocky to oppose such a fun sounding job. You hated the dictators that left no business for anyone, those infamous establishments.  so your small company job was a no-go and you refused to work for them. In conclusion, while in spite, you used your slight programming knowledge and became a hacker. But now, you had second thoughts. Now it wasn't fun. Not fun at all.

Tom grunted and cleared his throat, " so, uhm, how long have you been a spy?"

"Are you actually trying to make small talk with me? I'm on a highway to hell, and you're making small talk with me." You scoffed. Maybe he wasn't such a charming and smart as his hitman self-pretended to be.

"It's a long drive, darling. Excuse me for trying to make it less boring-"

"You're not excused you fucking lunatic, Jesus. You're literally going to kill me, just shut up, will you?"

"Ohoho, you think I love killing people for a living? Right? Like I'm some sort of crazy fuckwad who belongs in the nuthouse? Well, I hate to break it to you babe, but I needed to support myself, and in retrospect, it was a dumb decision. It's not like I can get out of it now, though. huh?" he spoke sharply, revealing something about him in anger.

"well..okay. sorry.." you looked away from his scolding eyes, wondering what he meant, or if he meant to say that.

The rest of the ride was awkward, and there was maybe a bad or around the whole truck, radiating from the short-lived conversation you had. He tried to dull it by putting on some music, but there was only mariachi bands and opera. Unfortunate. The last music you'd hear at it was either mariachi bands or opera. He settled on opera, which for some reason, made time seem thick and slow. It made you think,  in a detailed matter, as the music ran through you. You think this was a good choice. -

Hours passed and you were still thinking, a stone expression waved still across your face.

"Arnt you scared? Of death? Dying?" He questioned, pondering you, "are you afraid at all?"

you shook your head no.

"Was that in response or a don't talk to me?"

".." you sat  a while, " I am scared, but I don't know why you care." he averted his eyes.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, your death is going to help feed me," He laughed, stifling the air once more, " I'm sorry. I am, but if I had a way to get out of this business I would. There are no jobs for me anymore, I have a record. I have to feed myself somehow."

"Jump in a lake," You growled, looking away from him and out the car window.

"Right." 

He accepted your answer and kept his eyes on the road. You could tell that the opera music made him feel nostalgic and sad as well. He only showed it differently. ---

ohhhhh my goshhh. my first planned fic sksks

[ohholyfanfics]

Title: Make It Better

Warning(s): None.

Summary: The one where Harry fears he might be losing her 

He felt cold as he watched you, your body facing away from his as the movie played on the screen. His fingers itching to reach out but knew otherwise, he knew he wasn’t good at this but the thought of losing you scared him more than anything. He wasn’t blind, he noticed the small changes, how you’d recently stopped coming over unless asked, how your weekly movie nights soon turned into a monthly thing. The constant arguing and pointless fights, he missed how things were to be but it was clear to say you were slipping from his grasp.

He couldn’t remember the last time he did anything for you, he couldn’t even begin to explain the amount of pain he was. Knowing that he that utterly fucked up the only good thing to every happen in his life, how he did it was beyond him. His eyes scanned your form as you shifted lightly under his gaze, your eyes felt heavy as the exhaustion and pain settled in. The pain of knowing that it wasn’t working and there was nothing you could possiblely do to fix it.

“Babe?”He watched as she turned to meet his eyes, her eyes that were once filled with light were now dull. No sparkle left and the only thing that remained was darkness, his breath hitches as he reached out for her hand only to have her retreat back onto her lap.

She didn’t miss the frown that settled as he quickly pulled his hand back. Good, he deserves to feel this. The same pain she was feeling he had to feel, he had to experience what she was going through these past few months. She promised herself if things didn’t get better by the end of the semester she’d leave him, she leave and never once turn back.

“Please..” he chocked out reaching foward again and she shook her head. Tears streaming down her face as she finally let the reality of their state be known.

“I can’t do this anymore.” she muttered as her eyes met his. The tears staining her cheeks as her chest became tight. “We can’t go on like this anymore, Harry.”

“No baby please.” he cried as soft tears escaped his eyes. His cheeks red as the reality of the state they were in crashed. “Let me prove to you baby, that I’m still worthy.” he mumbled as she shook her head.

“Harry, you had months. I can’t keep doing this thing, it’s hurting me more and more to know that you don’t want me.”

“Stop! Don’t you ever say that again, don’t you ever thing for a split second that I don’t you! All I ever want is you, do you not understand that I can’t do a simple thing without thinking of you. You consume my thoughts without even doing anything, I’m so in love with you it hurts.” He sobbed as her eyes widen the second his arms wrapped around her.

His warmth inviding her as she broke down, the feeling of his arms relaxing her. This was whar home felt like, his scent making her head dizzy as his lips lightly brushed against her neck. “I love you so much it hurts babe.” he mumbled out as she tugged him hard.

“Than act like it Harry, change my mind before it’s too late.”

[itsallyscorner]

You are back? 🥺. You are finally back? Please tell me!! Because I am dying for your fanfics of Little Mix! Tom Hollane (btw I loved the Finley one 🥰❤).

Hello hun!💕 I’m back till my next semester starts! But thank you sm for reading!! There will definitely be much Little mix!reader content coming soon! Literally majority of my requests are for little mix!reader fics😭

[alisonwritesimagines]

Confirming ~Tom Holland Imagine~

Summary: You and Tom have been spotted around before his premiere for Spiderman: Homecoming. When rumors assume that you two are dating, you both put it to rest. 

Author’s Note: Debating whether or not to make a Peter Parker fanfic or a Tom Hollan fanfic.

I looked through my phone as articles were spread about Tom and I. We thought we were careful. We thought wrong. 

“Are you seeing this?” Your manager asked, walking towards you. 

“Yup,” I said before getting up to get a drink of water. 

“I thought you two were keeping this on a low profile?” She said. 

“We were but we were having fun that we forgot about the paparazzi,” I defended. 

“What did your parents say about this?” 

“They were pretty disappointed at me,” I said. 

“Well, you know that you have to put this story to rest,” She told me. 

“I will.”

My phone started to ring making me rush over. My manager held up the phone to show that Tom was calling me. She raised her eyebrow at me, but gave me my phone. 

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, Y/N. Um did you by any chance see the press?” He asked me. 

“Yeah,” I said. 

“Well, I have my premiere coming up and I was wondering if you’d like to go to the premiere and maybe confirm our relationship. Unless you don’t want to. Then I’m cool with it. I mean, I thought I should get your opinion on this,” Tom said. 

“You’re so sweet. I’d love to come to your premiere!” I said happily. I was blushing now because my manager was giving me a smiling look. 

“Great! Would you like to be my date?” Tom asked me. 

“Yes,” I said trying not to scream in joy. No matter what he did or said, it made me all giggly and happy. 

“Great. I’ll see you at the premiere on Friday,” He said. 

“Okay.”

Once the premiere came in, I dressed up in my best. My manager was with me but my parents wanted to take some photos. I posed a little for them like a girl would do for prom. The doorbell rung and my dad opened it. 

“Hello Mr. Y/L/N,” I heard Tom say. 

“Tom!” I smiled. He walked in and I ran up to him. I hugged him tightly and he did the same. 

“Aw how cute. One picture then you two can go,” My mom said. We posed a little for her before we left for the premiere. 

The paparazzi was flashing pictures of us as I walked out of the limo after Tom. He posed for some pictures and I did the same. He walked back over to me and smiled. 

“Ready to go confirm our relationship?” He asked loud enough for me to hear. 

“Yeah,” I smiled. 

We walked over to E! news who was waiting for us and we smiled. Tom held my hand as I walked up the stairs. 

“Wow, let me just say you two look great!” Ryan said. 

“Thank you,” We said together. 

“Now the whole world wants to know if you two are officially a thing,” He said. 

“Well, we are here to confirm that it’s real. We’ve been dating for a while but wanted to keep it low,” Tom said. 

“And now you’re here to support him on his new movie?” Ryan asked me. 

“Of course!” I smiled. 

“That’s great. Will you be playing Mary Jane any time soon?” Ryan asked. 

“Hopefully,” I said. 

“What can we expect from the movie tonight, Tom?” 

“A lot of action and a few good laughs here and there,” Tom said. 

“Now, Y/N, do you get jealous when he kisses another actress?”

“No. I trust Tom,” I tell him.

“Well, I hope you two have a great night,” Ryan said. 

“Thank you,” You both waved at the camera before getting off the little stage.

[ohholyfanfics]

T.Holland Imagine

Requested:Yes/No Song(s):Marry Me by Thomas Rhett Warning(s):None Summary: Tom get’s invited to a friends wedding.

A/N:Based of the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett 

She wants to get married

Sighing he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips as he looked back at the suit in front of him, this wasn’t how it was suppose to be. He shook his head as he placed the white button down shirt one slowly as he closed his eyes tightly as flashes from the first day she spoke to his about marriage. The topic of conversation was just brought upon them, as they took turn taken sips of vodka from a bottle she had stolen from her parents.

She had it all planned out, from the location to the flowers. She spoke with a smile on her face as he watched her with a soft smile on his face. Her eyes were bright with excitement as she talked about a small wedding with only close friends and family on the countryside. She talked about how she’d love it if you granddad would officiate the wedding if he makes it that far. It all sounded perfect but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was in her plans.

When I got the invite, I knew I was too late

Placing the blazer over his shoulders his eyes traveled over to the white card laying on the dress. His heart speed up thinking back to when he had first received it. He had just gotten home from promoting a new movie, he was more then excited to see his friends and family after a long time. The moment his eyes landed on the envelope it was as if the world had stopped spinning. Everything around him came crashing down, that was the moment he knew he was too late.

He’d spent the rest of the night wondering why he didn't take the chance to kiss her all those years back. He thought back to all the chances he had to make his move, now he was standing in front of a mirror getting ready to watch the love of his life marry someone else.

I’ll try to make it through without crying

Walking through the perfectly landscape his eyes widen slightly, as the though of when they were younger came to mind. The wedding was exactly how she had described it. He swallowed hard as he faked a smile the moment her mother came up to him. Hugging her tightly she smiled up at him.

“She’s gonna be so happy you came Thomas”

Tom nodded his head, as he excused her and grabbed a shot of whiskey taken it down knowing he’d need as much help as possible to get through the night. Sitting down million of thoughts ran through his head as the music started and he stood. He took a sharp intake of air as his eyes meet her figure. His eyes swelled and burned as tears filled them. He blinked rapidly trying his hardest to keep himself together. He watched as her granddad waited for her  at the alter, and he watched painfully as her father gave her away to someone who wasn't him. The moment the vows were said and they shared their kiss was when reality finally sunk in.

This wasn’t a movie.

This was real life.

There was no one to yell cut, and tell him to get the fuck out of his seat.

He’d missed his chance.

“And now she got married, but it wasn’t with me..” He whispered.

[ohholyfanfics]

Date Nights|T.Holland 0.1

0.1:Street Fairs

Summary: Tom surprises Jade with a evening in Palm springs, where the couple finds themselves having the time of their lives at the local street fair. 

Last Part:0.0 

Palm Springs. 

Palm Springs, was a magical town on its own, Jade loved the diversity the town had to give. The magical like mecca of sun and fun, glitter, art, gold and architecture surrounds the town with a glorious display of humanity. What better way to explore the town and all it had to offer then a stroll on Palm Canyon Drive on a Thursday night where everything seemed to come to life. The center was filled with the sounds and scent of a street fair. Everywhere you look you’d find a bewilder array of musicians, purveyors of both food and flowers, artisans, and everything that the town had to offer making it a site to see. 

Walking down the street with Tom hand’s laced tightly into hers, she smiled softly as he went on and on about the small little research he did before dragging them out here. “Every Thursday night, they transform this place into a Street Fair babe.” He started as he walked her look around wide eyed in fascination of the scenes before her. “Business stay open later, entertainment, booths with fresh food, flowers and so many other delights Jay.” He hummed as she smiled and stopped walking as a local flower booth caught her eyes. 

“Oh baby look at these!” She rushed over to the bright purple flowers she had grown to obsess over. Lightly tracing over the forget me not’s she smiled as she turned around to find her boyfriend staring at her with an adoring look. “Thank you so much for bringing me here Tom..” She breathed wrapping her arms around his middle as he smile kissing the top of her head.

“It was a pleasure babe, but lets get moving so much to do!” 

Through out the night they found themselves trying so many local foods and snacks. Between the local musician who was singing, to the local little family wonder restaurant. The couple spent their time talking to anyone and everyone trying to learn as much as they possible could about the towns tradition. By now the sun had set, the streets where fuller than before,  the sounds of children running, couples dancing in the middle of the streets. Downtown Palm Springs was set alive. 

“Let’s go in here..” Tom mumbled as a sign caught his eyes. Looking towards where he was pointing Jade nodded her head leading him towards the from doors of Casablanca Lounge. Once inside, Jade was taken back by the beauty of the bar. The old Hollywood glamour took her breathe away as a server showed them to their seats. Once seated, Tom watched her take in the beautiful scene before her. The room was alive with live music and dancing. The red accent mirrored walls, to the chandeliers, and tuxedoed waiters made her feel like she was stuck in a scene of The Great Gatsby. 

“Care to dance?” He asked once they both finished their drinks. Smiling she took his hand as he lead her to the dance floor. Jade didn’t think it got any better then the martinis she was served but she was proven wrong the moment they stepped foot onto the dance floor. She looked up as she was memorized of the pictures of Marilyn, Fans,James and Elvis staring down at them. 

“I love you so much..” She breathed with tears in her eyes as he pulled her closer loving the feeling of her body on his. 

“I love you more..” He breathed as he leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips as the music got louder and the floor got tighter with all the dancing bodies, but they didn’t seem to mind. All that mattered in that moment was the fact that they were sharing this intimate moment with each other. Palm Springs was most defiantly a place the couple would be coming back to, not only where the people friendly but the memorizes that were created was something they could never forget. 

Next Part: 0.2

[hilllsnholland]

AAAAAAA GUYS READ THIS FLUFF

Baby Mama || Tom Holland {2}

Warnings: talk of teen pregnancy, uncertainty, talk of another baby, crying, doubt, language, implied sex jokes (yet again)

Word Count: 5,878

Author’s Note: So I got a request for a part two of Baby Mama and I enjoyed the idea so here it is! Hopefully it doesn’t suck too bad, but I think it’s a cute little thing. Also, if enough people want it, I could write another part with Tom’s other baby proposal. *SPOILER* Lemme know!

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“DADDY’S HERE!” Carson squealed, bolting from the large, hotel living room. I smiled, listening for the front door to click shut and Tom to growl, as he scooped Carson up from the floor. “Hey handsome, did you sleep well?” I heard Tom ask. Carson gave a quiet yes, plastic crinkling as Tom set food down at the kitchen counter, “Yeah, you excited to meet your grandparents today? Your grandma is super excited to see you and mummy.” Carson gave a second  quiet reply before Tom’s shoes squeaked as he walked further into the room. He sighed, “Speaking of which, where is your mummy?" 

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[ohholyfanfics]

Title: Only Us Two

Warning(s):None

Summary: The one where Harry just wants to lay with her, and show her he loves her.

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He smiled softly watching as her bright eyes followed his hand. Her smile was bright and her eyes did that cute little thing they did when she was happy. The sweet scent of her body wash invading his senses as he tugged her closer pressing sweet soft kisses onto her shoulder as the sweet sound escaped her dry lips. The same sound that captured his attention the day he had ran into her at the park.

Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she pulled back lightly feeling the sudden heat from his body. His heart was beating rapidly and the slightest bit of her touch set him on fire. His days away from her were longing as he counted down the minutes, seconds and hours until they were reunited and yet nothing ever could compare to the feeling that he was engulfed in at the moment.

“Do you want to do anything today?” she mumbled softly, hands rested lightly on his cheeks. His smile brighten as he shook his head causing an adorable pout to appear on her lips.

“No.” he breathed out licking his lips lightly, her lips forming into a soft smile. “just wanna stay here.” he finished as she nodded her head tugged him closer while pressing a soft kiss onto her lips.

She smiled softly watching as his hands lightly traced the shape of her body. The rough but smooth hands sending a wave of shivers through her as his smile seemed to brighten up the room. The sound of the rain lightly hitting the world outside was soothing as the pair laid basking in the glory of finally being in each other’s arms.

“Missed you.” she mumbled softly as he chuckled pulling her flush against him. Her smile was bright but hidden.

“Missed you more.” he signed out as she giggled feeling his cold fingers on his skin. Pushing away softly he frowned looking back at her with wide puppy eyes.

“Your fingers are cold.” she explained as he leaped foward causing her head to hit the pillow as his body rested above her and fingers digging into her sides.

Her laugh echoed through the thin walls as his cold fingers worked their way into her skin. Her smile bright as her chests heaved and eyes filled with tears. She chuckled softly stopping his attack before pressing a soft kiss onto her lips.

“This right here was what I was waiting for.” he mumbled with a softl smile as she pressed a kiss to his neck.