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Golf Outing

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Synopsis: Invited by he and his family, you go golfing with Tom

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       You were sat at the dinner table among the Holland family members. Having met the twins, Harry and Sam through friends, and having had brief interactions with Tom, the eldest- You were invited as more or less a family friend. At least, the boys’ parents were interested in you, and in the exchanges you’d had with the boys through work and mutual connections. Plus, you thought you were a relatively pleasing house guest. Nothing abnormal about it, you thought.

“You play any golf Y/n?” Harry asked you, amidst the dinner conversations.

The rest of the boys’ heads snapped up at the question posed by Harry, most of the bunch being avid golfers and all.

“Well, sort of. But I’m nowhere up to the boys’ level.” You said with a laugh.

“You should join us for a round Y/n, we’re having a go at the nearby course tomorrow,” Tom said with a smile.

“Yeah, just a casual one, for extra practice.” Sam chimed in.

“I really couldn’t. Can’t even remember the last time I held a club - I’d have to practice in advance to get remotely close to being able to play you all.”

“Nonsense,” said Dom, “We’d love to have you join- and you wouldn’t even have to play if you’re not up for it. You can just have a few hits at the range down there, If you’d like.”

Finding it difficult to say no, and feeling Tom’s gaze held on you, you impulsively agreed to join.

This brought you to where you were now- driving mid afternoon on a Sunday, having just been to a sports store trying to pick up an appropriate looking golf outfit that fit the course’s, ‘formal attire requirement.’ Along with purchasing various balls and tees. Thankfully though, you hand a spare set of clubs at home.

Upon arriving, you met the boys in cheerful spirits, clad in their golf attire. Prepped and ready for play. So, you and the Holland clan got out on the green quickly. First hole, and your driver shot was unmistakably crap. You were glad the boys hadn’t winced at the horrible shot. You tried to play off the embarrassment with conversation between hits when being driven in the cart. The boys had 2 carts out. You sat alongside Harry and Sam in one. Tom in the other with their dad.

1st shot on the second hole though, and it was equally as bad as your previous. But luckily, the boys were distracted and missed the poorly executed swing. Finally after arriving at the beginning of the third hole, however, you stepped up to the tee, and hesitated.

“Listen guys, I think I’ll step out on this one- maybe head back, or tag along for the rest, but I think I’m out on playing. Don’t want to hold you guys back,” you said with a light chuckle. You definitely had the highest score of the bunch, and you were aware that the boys were just being polite, waiting for you to hit your past chipping shots and putts, as you were moving at a slower speed than the rest of them. Then again, they could practically be pros.

“You’re not holding us back, this is all good fun, so there’s no worries if you do continue. Otherwise, one of the boys can step out of the game and join you up in the cart, to go back to the front.” Dom said, looking to his sons. The twins made no effort to offer, which was fair, as they were in front with the lowest scores. But, to your surprise, Tom offered.

“I’d be happy to, I’ve been playing a shit game anyway,” Tom said with a laugh, placing his club back in his bag and hoisting it on his shoulder, “Only, I’d be willing to play with you on the rest of the holes for practice, If you’d be up for it. I’d... I’d Like to help improve your game.”

“My game?”

“Yeah, I think with some slight improvements to that swing of yours, you could be looking decent.”

You scoffed, “You sure? I don’t think you’ve noticed, but if you continue on with just me, you’ll be here for another few hours.”

“Time well spent.” Tom said with a smile.

The rest of the boys wished you well as they drove off to continue playing, leaving you and Tom with the remaining cart.

“Right well, you have a go first.”

“Alright,” you said, fishing through your bag for a wood club.

Interrupting as you removed one from it’s bag, Tom said, “Er- hold on, let me check.”

He too dug through your clubs before picking another one- “I reckon this one here’s a good fit,” he said, handing it to you.

“Ok then, I trust you,” You said, stepping up to the tee, “you got any other tips Holland?”

“Maybe. Give me a practice swing and we’ll take it from there,” he said, stepping back from your side.

You did as you were told, and Tom kindly gave you his input.

“Right well- this arm,” he said motioning to his own, “you’ve gotta keep that straight even on impact, no getting flimsy elbows before making contact with the ball there.”

You were trying to correct yourself, copying his directions, but upon your confusion, Tom walked up behind you to help demonstrate. “Okay so this arm,” he started, his hands gripping both of your own from behind, “You’ve gotta keep it like this through your back swing,” he said, drawing your arms back behind your shoulder. You couldn’t help but loose brief focus as he gave his directions soft spoken from behind.

He stepped back to examine your practice swing, “right that looks better, but uh- may I.”

“Go for it,” You said.

“Right, so-“ he placed his hands on either side of your hips “-you wanna kind of turn your body this direction, and move the opposite knee forward as you do.” You did just as you were told.

After the few tips, and Tom was satisfied with your practice technique and form, you took the swing, proving to have a much better result.

“See? That’s so much better! Your swing will be looking like Tiger Woods’ in no time, I bet it,”

You laughed, “All thanks to you Coach.”

Next, Tom stepped up to take his own swing. You watched, and to no surprise his form was practically perfect, landing him a nice spot on the green. You complimented his swing as the two of you hopped in the cart to head over to the next ball.

You drove the cart, and the cart rides throughout the day gave the two of you an opportunity to talk. Also, on each hole Tom continued to give you tips. You admired that he was so patient, and never got frustrated with you, or exasperated if you didn’t happen to pick up his directions quickly. He claimed you significantly improved by the end of the day. Surely enough though, by the time you got out of the course, the rest of the Holland’s had left, and it was practically dark.

The two of you carried your clubs to the car park, utterly exhausted. What was meant to be casual, fun and quick, felt as if it were never-ending.

“You got a ride Tom? You asked.

“Shit, well- no, really. Harry and Sam must have taken my car back to our shared apartment,”

“I’m happy to drop you off- least I can do. You practically gave me lessons for free today, forfeited your game too.”

“Nah, It was good fun, and I’d prefer to have forfeited than to have lost another game to those twats this month,” he chuckled.

The two of you continued to chat, and on the car ride home you both stopped for some takeout at a drive-through, seeing as now it was dark and neither of you had had anything for dinner.

You thanked Tom again once whilst dropping him off, “I’d love to do this again, actually,” he said, fumbling with the strap of his bag of clubs slung over his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’m up to anymore golf for a while,” You said, with an awkward laugh.

“Well, we won’t do golf again then,” he smiled, “maybe just a dinner.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. Saying good night, you left to head home and upon arriving, you immediately began to receive messages from the rest of the boys.

* Sam H - Already, he won’t shut up about you 😐 9:37 pm.

* Harry H - 10 bucks said he’d be too much of a wuss to ask you out before the end of tonight and I lost 🙄 9:41 pm.

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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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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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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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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

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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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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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“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]

No, because same- This got me excited so I have a little something in progress rn 😳

someone write a miraculous ladybug type fic with peter parker PLEASE IM BEGGING

[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.