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I just finished all three Lara Jean Covey books

And someone pretty give me a continuation fanfic where they stay together through college and get married

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Handwriting tag, tagged by the beautiful @emmyfignewton 💓 going to tag the lovely @tshollandlove @hollander-land @sweetboybucky @jojoeatsoreos

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Tagged by my doll @sweetboybucky 💓 my handwriting is absolutely horrendous and changes like every word so sorry! I tag the beautiful @tomhollanduniverse @tshollandlove @hollander-land @jojoeatsoreos @peachyhollands 💓

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I’m upset but proud 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Yeah yeah yeah we all got too excited blah blah blah, but England this year have provided our country with the best few weeks we’ve had in the last 3 years after everything that’s happened, they’ve done us fucking proud and I hold my head up high for the team and say I’m proud to be English

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I’m watching the game rn and like WHAT NO COME ON ENGLAND COME OOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Peggy Carter deserved more than a cancelled tv show, one minute long funeral and Steve kissing her niece like four hours later.

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DAMN YOU ARE SO TALENTED! I am so proud of you my sweet x

Anew | Tom Holland x Reader

It took me forever to find a title for this. I guess I could’ve made it Interruptions Part 2 since that’s technically what it is, but since I wrote this so it could be read without having read that I didn’t think it would be appropriate. So here we are! If you haven’t read Interruptions it’s highly recommended, but (as I said before) not completely necessary. Enjoy!:)

INTERRUPTIONS <- Click here for *Part One*

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: FLUFF OVERLOAD

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“Today I’m bringing out a special friend of mine! He’s been here before but apparently he couldn’t get enough of me, so here we are again!” Ellen exclaimed, getting a chuckle from the room. “Please welcome Tom Holland!”

Tom pecked you on the cheek before walking onstage, waving at the crowd of cheering people with a grin. He sat in the chair and slumped back, tapping his fingers on his thigh. When the crowd finally calmed down Ellen started the small talk, asking about his most recent film, squeezing some laugh worthy on-set stories, eventually but quickly working her way into the future of his career.

“So after this whole Spider-Man business is finished up with, what do you think you’ll be doing?” Ellen asked.

Tom thought for a moment. “I guess I haven’t thought too much into it, but I think it’d be nice to take a break for awhile.” The people gave a disappointed response, making him laugh. “You don’t have to lie to me guys, I know you’re looking forward to it,” he teased with a chuckle but quickly added, “Really, though. These past few years—while definitely some of the best in my life—have been incredibly hectic.”

“I see, I see,” Ellen said, a small smirk forming as she saw the opportunity. “And should we be expecting any big news during this supposed break? Such as…I don’t know…a wedding, maybe?”

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Seriously. What on earth could a 3 yr old do to “warrant” a gun to the chest???

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hayley atwell, once more, proving that she slays

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Mood: England

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ITS COMING HOME!

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Crib Escapee

Summary: How and why is your son climbing out of his crib all the time?

Warnings: it’s mostly fluff there’s like a line of some making out but that’s it

Pairing: dad!tom x reader

(A/n: i was watching Facebook videos of kids climbing out of their cribs and that inspired me to write this hope it makes you as soft as it made me and Mayra)

“How did you get out of your crib?” You asked your toddler, who had once again escaped from his crib at nap time.

The baby giggled, reaching his small arms out in demand that you pick him up. You got off the couch, bent down, and picked him up. You kissed his forehead and sat back down on the couch with him.

He squealed with delight when Tessa decided to hop on the couch next to you and lick his face before curling up next to you. You patted her back and your son followed suit.

“How did you get out of your crib again, sweetie?” You asked your toddler.

“Dada!” He shrieked, attempting to fold his fingers into his hand to make the Spider-Man hand signal. He didn’t quite understand how to do it yet, to Tom’s dismay, but he did make a fist and make web-shooter noises in attempt to mimic his dad.

“Dada’s not here, honey,” you said. “He’ll be home soon. He didn’t help you out of your crib.”

“Dada!” He squealed again, making more web-shooter noises and waving his hands around in the air.

You laughed. “You silly boy,” you said, kissing your son’s face again. “Do you wanna call Dada and see where he is?”

“DADA!” he screeched excitedly as you pulled out your phone. You smiled and dialed Tom’s number.

“Hey,” he softly answered the phone. “Everythin’ alright love?”

“DADA!!” Your son cried out, recognizing his dad’s voice.

“Hey bud! You bein’ good for mummy?”

“He keeps crawling out of his crib,” you said, brushing an eyelash off your son’s cheek. “And I can’t figure out how. I asked him and he just kept saying your name, so I’m not sure what’s up.”

Tom laughed. “I’ll find a camera and set it up later. I’m on my way back from the interview, so I’ll be home soon. Like 15 minutes. We’ll see if we can’t get him to nap, yeah?”

“Dada home?” Your son asked. His face was a perfect mixture of yours and Tom’s, a constant reminder of Tom even when he was gone. It was comforting, especially since your baby boy had even started developing a British accent.

“Dada be home soon!” Tom said over the phone. “I love you, bud!”

“Lo Dada!” he screeched back, telling Tom he loved him in his best toddler talk.

“Love you, Tom. See you soon,” you told him.

“Love you, baby. See you soon. Bye.” He clicked off the phone.

“Dada’s on his way home!” You said excitedly. Tessa sat up, her ears perked up, and you turned to her. “Tess? Did you hear that? Dad’s coming home!” She bolted off the couch and began running to the doors and windows, searching all around the house for Tom.

Your son slid off your lap and began waddling around the house, trying to follow Tessa and squealing with laughter. “Dada! Psh psh!” he giggled, trying to shoot webs at Tessa and the doors and windows.

Finally, the door burst open, and Tom entered the house. “Hi everyone!” He exclaimed.

“DADA!” the toddler screamed at his dad. Tom bent down and scooped up his son, patting Tessa on the head as he did.

“Hi bud!” Tom replied, kissing all over his face.

“Psh psh psh!” Your son shot webs at his dad, and Tom returned them with a big grin.

You walked over to Tom. “Hi, baby,” he greeted you, pulling you in by the waist with his free hand and kissing you.

Your son was not happy about your kiss. He tried to pull your faces away from each other, squealing. “Mummy, no! Dada, no! Yuck!”

You and Tom laughed. “Nap time, bubs!” Tom said, walking towards your son’s room as you went back to the couch. A moment later, Tom returned and collapsed on the couch next to you.

Your hand snuck over to his thigh. You’d been craving him all day, and now that your son was in bed, you could finally get a break.

“I put my phone in his room. It’s recording so we can see if he gets out of bed,” Tom said pointedly, returning the hand on the thigh. It snuck up further to cup your core, sending a jolt of heat through your body.

“Let’s hope he stays down this time,” you said, crawling on top of Tom and attacking his lips with yours.

His hands trailed down your back to rest on your ass, squeezing and smacking gently at it. His lips traveled down your neck, lightly sucking at it.

“Dada?” You both heard. You flew off of Tom to see your son standing in the hallway.

“Bud, whatcha doin out of your crib?” Tom asked, sliding off the couch and waltzing over to him. He scooped him up, then walked to the toddler’s room, coming back with his phone in his hand.

“Psh Psh!” Your son sounded at his dad while Tom brought up the video and sat back down.

“Psh Psh!” Tom did back half-heartedly, focusing on the phone in his hand.

The video showed your son making spider-man noises as he crawled up and over the side of his crib. He held out his fists, like he was trying to shoot webs from his little hands, squealing with delight when he slid down onto the ground, landing in a squat and making another noise. He held his hands over his head and ran around his room before he ran out of the room to you guys.

It hit you what he was doing before it hit Tom. You began to laugh, the kind of laugh that started small and grew, until you were laying on your back laughing like you hadn’t in a long time.

“What? (Y/N)?” Tom asked, confused.

“Tom, he’s being Spider-Man! He’s being you! Bubs, are you pretending to be Dada?” You gasped in a break of your laughter.

“Dada!” He squealed, making another noise and giggling because you finally understood what he was doing.

Tom rewatched the video several times, and you could see the bears in his head turning as he realized you were right. Your son was climbing out of his crib because he was pretending to be like Tom.

“Aw, bubs!” Tom said, kissing your son’s face. “Dada loves you!”

“Dada!” The baby replied, using his hands to squeeze Tom’s cheeks. “Lo Dada! Psh! Psh!”

“Psh! Psh!” Tom did web-shooters back at your son. You snuck your phone out and took a picture of your adorable little family, happy that your son wanted to be just like his dad.

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i can’t wait to see a british londoner tom holland pretend to be an american new yorker peter parker being a weird american tourist in london

*peter sees the red telephone box*

*peter sees the london bridge*

*how tom really feels inside*

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Tony: I got Netflix for you like you asked!

Peter: OH That’s Awesome! I’ve been mooching of of Neds account for years. This will be nice.

Tony: Wait, what do you mean account?

Peter: His Netflix account?

Tony:…..

Peter: Like his profile? I wanted one of my own they’re like $8

Tony:…

Tony:….Ohhhh… You mean the account on the service….

Peter: Yeah, what did you think I mean? Wait, what did you buy?

Tony:…

Tony:……..Netflix…

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blurted out

[tom holland x reader]

warnings: pregnancy, tom being an idiot, reader’s 21st birthday, CRINGE (this is bad im sorry)

summary: “will u write me a lil thing abt tom telling the world ur pregnant in an interview or something and just being his lil spoilery self goin “oh shit she’s gonna kill me” and bonus points for ur reaction? it’s okay if you don’t have the energy/can’t do it baby doll x love you forever and always.”

A/N: for my lovely @blitchen although,,,, i gotta admit this was a dream for even me and i really wanted to write it cause damn

add yourself to my taglist :)

ALSO GODDAMN THIS GIF IS SO PERFECT FOR THIS FIC!!!!!

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