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my bank account is crying

i just bought harry’s new shirt gang gang

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!!! no way thank u sm???

💘 (you can choose which fic!) and 💖 for Tom, the fluffier the better because I might need some fluffy inspiration tomorrow night. Love you, my Jazzy Awzzy 😘💝💕

love you more, my lovely b 😘💕

💘 - and i’ll give you a fun fact about one of my fics 

adsjks b i hope you know i’m really indecisive 😂

okay umm, not really a fun fact because i can’t really think of any rn lmao but ‘i don’t even know your name’ took me a solid two months to write and i wrote the first line about a month and a half before the rest of the fic ahaha

💖 - + a person (tom, haz, peter, etc.) and i’ll give you five fic recs

my girl by @waitimcomingtoo

safe by @sunrisespidey

screen partner by @angelsparkers (i adore all of her tom fics though hehe) (okay i adore ALL of her fics period)

i choose you by @angelic-holland

costume chaos by @eeyore101247

sleepover! 

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I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT I AM HAVING A STROKE OVER HS2 I AM HYPERVENTILATING THANK YOU.

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i’m so soft stop imma cry

25 and 40 off the prompt list 💖

a/n: hi guys! i’m going to work on eomh part 2 tonight, but until then if you want to send me a number.… also all these little concepts/drabbles are going to be tagged as ‘shawn talk’ on my blog. i’ll add a link to my masterlist! 

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It’s been the best summer of his life — something he isn’t afraid to tell his fans, his team, and anyone else willing to listen. 

This album, this era, it’s brought out a whole different side to him. An added layer to his performances, a new vibe to how he wants to present himself as an artist, a newfound passion for what he loves to do. 

But as the vibrant heat of summer ever so slowly starts to melt away, giving way to the wayward autumn breeze and ushering in the upcoming season with reverence, he realizes that tour isn’t the same. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love going out to perform every night, talking with fans throughout the day. No, he’ll never tire of that. It’s the fact that he has to do it without you. 

The summer shows were different, a whole other experience because you were at his side. Every show, you’d be backstage or in the pit or in a private booth, dancing along and catching his eye. Summer gave you the time to accompany him, to see his dreams come true every night. 

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omg i love youuu 🥺🥺

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out

TESS! 🥺💓 you’re too damn sweet. love you bby!! 💓💓💓💓💓

bit lazy, so @mcuspidey @stuckonspidey @obsiidio @hey-its-grey @sunrisespidey @parkerpuffwrites @neverlandparker @parrkerspeters y’all hella beautiful! and so is everyone else reading this. 💓

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reblog and tag which you prefer: // candles or bathbombs // foggy mornings or rainy evenings // holding hands or locking arms // poems or long stories // tea or coffee // spearmint or peppermint // sweet or savoury // raspberries or strawberries // dresses or jumpsuits // flowers or greenery // photos or paintings // long walks or long drives // guitar or piano // concerts or theatre // beach or forest // sci-fi or horror // bunnies or cats // green eyes or brown eyes // gum or mints // pink or red //

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s a f e | t . h

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: protective mob boss tom because let’s be real, everyone wants it. 

word count: a cute lil 578

a/n: this is for @petalparker and @moonkissedtom‘s writing challenge! congrats myra on 1.7k and congrats lena on ur near milestone!! love ur blogs, writing and all that, u guys r great! my prompt/au was the mob AU, as u can probably tell. hope u enjoy :) sorry it’s kinda shit

warnings: a bit of harassment, swearing and it’s an unedited mess don’t @ me

masterlist ♡

You sighed as Tom was yet again whisked away from you, to speak to some other mob boss or whatnot. This meant he had left you alone, sitting at a bar in a room filled with powerful and dangerous mobsters. To say you were a little nervous would be an understatement.

You tapped your fingers against the bar anxiously as you waited for Tom to return from his conversation. Your hands gripped your upper arms tightly, occasionally taking a small sip of your drink.

A few moments after Tom had left, your breath caught upon noticing a man sliding into the empty seat next to you. You glanced over, and you found the man to be staring intently at you with slate grey eyes. The man smirked, sending you a wink and a kiss. Shuddering slightly, you shuffled to a bar stool located further down the bar. The man scoffed before moving down to rejoin you.

He grinned, leaning close to your ear. “Playing hard to get, hm, love?” He leered at you, licking his lips. “Feisty — I like it.”

Feeling his hot breath against your neck, you flinched standing abruptly. You backed up nervously, stumbling back into a stool.

“I—I think I ought to go now,” you murmured, rapidly inching towards Tom and his group of associates. You spun hurriedly in an attempt to get away from the man.

A hand wrapped itself around your wrist, tightening in what you assumed was anger. “Leaving so soon?” You froze, giving a side eye at the hand that prevented you from leaving. You gave it a harsh tug, but his unrelenting grip kept you cemented in place.

Your breathing quickened, eyes darting around the room in search of an escape. “Let go of me,” you stuttered, “right now.” You turned to find Tom, but you realized he had left the conversation. You swallowed, looking around wildly for Tom.

He chuckled, flashing you a toothy smile. “Let me think,” he started, “no.”

You tried to yank your hand away while pushing at his chest to no avail. The man raised an amused brow at your panicked attempts, tightening his grip painfully. “And I suppose you’re gonna do something about it?” He murmured. “Fucking bitch—”

The sound of a gun cocking interrupted his cocky speech, and you breathed out, relieved.

“I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” You turned, seeing Tom, teeth gritted. The man released you almost immediately, and you scurried into Tom’s waiting arms. You sighed, tucking your face into his chest and you wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“M-Mr. H-Holland, sir, I-I swear I had no idea she was yours,” The man’s face paled, sweat gleaming on his forehead. “Please — please forgive me, sir.”

Tom hummed, fists clenched. He turned to you, tucked into his side, under his protective arm. “Wait in the car for me, princess; we’re going home after I deal with this.”

You frowned. “Tom, your business. You—“

“Haz will take care of it, yeah?” Tom whispered as pressed a kiss into your hair. You lifted your head, lips meeting in a soft kiss before retreating.

You watched as Tom crossed his arms tightly, hands clenched. You barely heard a snippet of conversation before you disappeared into the car.

“If I ever hear you talk to her like that — no, scratch that — if I hear you talk to her, period, this will seem like a fucking field day.”

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OMFG MY HEAAARRT IM DYING THIS IS SO CUTE

You’re The Summer Sun

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,363

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff with extra cheese! so, avoid if you’re lactose intolerant i guess (ba dum tiss).

Summary: summer is officially here and you and peter set off on your end of the school year tradition.

A/N: this is for the summer picnic hosted by the lovely @dtftomholland! of course this piece is dedicated to the always wonderful paige (@anthorystark), who i am so incredibly thankful to be friends with! paige is one of the sweetest, kindest, and most caring people i’ve ever had the pleasures of talking too and i’m insanely happy that dani paired us up together! i love you and hope you enjoy this piece! 💓

full disclosure that the moodboard doesn’t really match the fic anymore, due to the fact that i changed it last minute, but i still loved the summer vibes it gives off! plus this is a summer fic so we are going to let it slide!

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HI HELLO I ADORE GRACE

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (Non-negotiable) 💖💙

imma tag people, cuz i feel weird talking about myself! hope that’s okay!

@parrkerspeters

@parkerpuffwrites

@pparkerwrites

@starksparker

@blissfulparker

(and @sunrisespidey @sunshinehollandd and many, many more!! too many great people on this hellsite. and i love them. 💓)

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hey guys sorry for the lack of content lately! been working towards finishing all my summatives and exams, see u on the 27th!

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Hii! Can i please be tagged in ‘In a heartbeat’ please 😊

yes! absolutely, you’re tagged :) 

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tHIS IS SO CUTE IM CRYING WTF

When You Can’t Fall Asleep | s.m

[gif by @mendes-shawn]

you guys: where is yfyf?

@shawnjpeg et moi: here’s a one shot that absolutely no one asked for :)

inspired by true events. i am the girl and devanshi is shawn— this is us fighting everyday at 3 am because i can’t sleep. hope our misery amounts to something

consider this a farewell gift…? (title inspired heavily from you’re my girl (lost recording #6) by mark diamond although it has nothing to do with the piece

warnings: 6k+ of fluff and bad jokes (like.. terrible jokes)

10:34 PM

Shawn realises that she’s rather annoying like that. They’re in the elevator, their hearts (and stomachs) flooded with wine and food and all sorts of cheeses, all in such great amounts that neither of them can tell the other what exactly they ate. Nonetheless, they suppose that is the way to eat.

Here she is, a foot away from him, slouched against the railing and modelling in the mirror her new jacket. Rather, Shawn’s jacket which she had dragged off his shoulders mere minutes ago, in spite of his wishful protests to Let gooooo! Shawn has known her for a long time, he should know of her determination— especially when, apparently, she hasn’t been sleeping.

Her fingers scrunch up the material of his maroon jacket, inspecting how exactly it looks on her. The cotton scrunches as her fingers drag up his zipper, not for a second taking her eyes off herself. She seems so concentrated on how the fabric feels against her fingertips that she misses Shawn’s reaching for her, his fingers wrapping around the strings that fall from the hood of the zip up. Sharply, Shawn tugs, making her stumble to her side and then to turn and face him, her eyes wide. Once she finds her footing, he curls his fingers around the strings, pulling her forward again, causing her feet shuffle forward hastily before she falls into him.

“You’re so clumsy,” mumbles Shawn tiredly, fixing her collar and untwisting the thin strap of her dress under the oversized garment that dawns on her. He grabs the edge of the jacket, shrugs it back over her exposed shoulder. Shawn stifles a small yawn as he does so, blinking quickly to rid of the tears brimming in his eyes.

She frowns, squinting an eye and tipping her head forward. “Mate, c’mon— this is because I’m running on two hours of sleep. Usually, I have the hand eye coordination of a hawk.” She purses her lips, drops her eyes to the ground with a final slump of her shoulders. It only makes him roll his eyes. So dramatic. Shawn grabs her chin and squishes her cheeks with the cup of his hand, pulling her face up to meet her eyes. “Hey, don’t be so rough, man. I’m delicate.”

“You seriously haven’t been able to sleep?”

“Not for the past few weeks, nope.” Shawn believes her because her touch has become more and more agitated as the night’s progressed, fingers now rushing forward and playing with the collar of his plaid button up. She’s restless beyond words, it’s easy to tell. Her fingers move quickly, fiddling with all that she can touch of his clothing, desperate to find something to latch onto, something to tire herself out with.

He watches her eyes blank, skip over his time and again until her mind finally finds something to occupy itself with, regardless of how dainty it is. Shawn realises, watching her with her lips gently parted and head slightly lowered, her fingers twisting and tugging at his buttons, that she’s extremely tired. Not unlike him. Sighing, Shawn offers, “You wanna come home with me, hun?”

Taking an exaggerated deep breath, she sighs, tipping her head forward and onto his shoulder. He raises a hand almost instinctively, cups the back of her head, fingers gently stroking her mussed hair. “Home should be a place to sleep— but I have no place to sleep.. thus no home.”

She turns, letting his hand slip, stepping away from him and wandering back to the other side of the elevator, where she slumps against a wall and practices her breathing.

That’s that for their conversation until it resumes outside the apartment building, with her turning to walk away. “You sure you don’t wanna come?” Shawn asks as she slips off his jacket and shoves it into his hands, immediately freezing up after. Her arms pebbling with goosebumps, she places the back of her hand on her forehead, shaking her head exaggeratedly.

“I’ll only keep you up, darlin’.” Shawn doesn’t know where the Southern accent comes from, but he doesn’t have time to mull over it either, because she’s shrugging her shoulders and taking a swinging step back, ready to leave. Shawn, however, has different plans, and is quick to slip his hand into hers and tug her towards himself, hard enough to send her flying in his direction. Just as she stumbles to gain her footing and fall in step with him, Shawn begins to walk, never letting go of her hand. He hopes him all but dragging her towards his car is hint enough for her hazy head.

She doesn’t protest, really. She has no reason to. Instead, “Is this a sneaky way of getting into my pants?”

Shawn purses his lips. He supposes that in a different situation, he wouldn’t be.. ashamed to try and get into her pants. But now, “No.”

“Good, because my mouth smells like Taleggio.”

“Thanks, I needed to know that, really.”

“And garlic.”

“Ok.”

“And you know that smell when you’re—”

“If I tell you this is me trying to get into your pants, will you shut up?”

She grins. Swings their arms between them, taking a leap forward so she’s next to Shawn and not behind him. Singing, almost, she says, “Maybe.”

“Yes,” Shawn sighs, “I’m trying to get into your pants.”

“Really? Ewww—”

“Oh my God.”

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May I please be on Tom taglist ?

yes! you’re added :)

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Hamartia [5]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 6,735 (I know it’s super long but I’m tying up loose ends, I promise!)

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of death, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcoholism, blood, violence, fighting

Summary: Some heroes are born regardless if they want the title or not

A/N: Flashbacks are in italics!! Bold and italics are thoughts!! I’m so sorry for this chapter. That’s all I got. I’m sorry. I do hope y’all enjoy it though!! And also, not to be that guy, but I’ll be going through my tag list and removing those who aren’t reblogging/commenting/ and/or sending an ask. Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!

You stare at the gold number on your apartment door, a sigh falling from your lips. Your heart is heavy and your head aches. You don’t want to go inside knowing Cinder is going be in there, fired up and ready for a fight. The texts Cinder sent mentioning a missed lunch, a missed dinner, and then the news footage of you, Harley, and Peter say it all. And truthfully, you would have just stayed at the tower and dealt with the downfall of Cinder tomorrow but Harley wasn’t a much better option.

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HBD Tom Blurb Week! 💓

In honors of the wonderful, talented, and beautiful man’s birthday…I’ve decided to host a blurb week! I won’t be able to post/answer anything today, but Tom deserves to be celebrated for more than a day anyways! So:

You can send me your own ideas or a prompt from here, here, or here (from the angry, sad, or situations list)

Accepting requests from June 1st-June 8th

We love a good angst and/or fluff piece!

Feel free to send in your own blurbs too! I might expand on it or post as is.

I write for Tom Holland or Peter Parker.

I do not write smut and reserve the right to not write any request I receive that makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can’t do justice.

Please no Mob!AU as I don’t feel I can properly write it, but heavily received it last blurb week.

Everything will be tagged #hdbtom

I will try and keep these 500 words or less, but you never know with me.

Thank you and I cant wait for us to all cry over this beautiful man together! 💓 Happy 23rd birthday Tom! 💓

tagging some mutuals 💓: @upsidedownparker @parkerpuffwrites @pparkerwrites @parkeret @naturallytom @mcuspidey @spideypeach @spiderboytotherescue @starksparker @spidey-caps @obsiidio @hollandsosterfield @parkerpeterholland

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short blurb for tom’s birthday. happy birthday tom holland! 

the bright city lights flew past the car, creating a blur of light outside the window. the inside of the car was quiet aside from the soft music coming from the radio and the shallow breaths escaping tom’s lips.

tom sat in the backseat of the car, exhaustion evident in his weary features. the earlier day had been a wild press day with a particularly rowdy crowd, and tom had been taking pictures and questions all day. a soft squeeze of his hand pulled him from his thoughts to where you sat, a gentle grin on your face. tom found his own lips quirking into a smile at the sight of you in your sleepy glory, clothes slightly rumpled and hair messy.

you yawned, blinking blearily at him. tom chuckled, shifting his body to pat the seat beside him. “c’mon, sleepy,” he murmured as you undid your seatbelt to slide under his raised arm. “y’can use my shoulder as a pillow.”

“s’hard,” you frowned, poking his shoulder for emphasis. tom shook his head with a breathy laugh before wrapping his arm around your body. Instinctively, you curled into his warm side, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. your breath tickled his neck as you exhaled, your hands wrapping their way around his torso.

tom smiled as you relaxed in his grip, his thumb tracing small circles onto your hip, his own eyes falling shut slowly.

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tom blinked awake, noticing that the car was just pulling up to the hotel. you were still asleep, your breathing even against his skin.

tom brushed a fallen piece of hair out of your face, burying his own into your hair. “darling?” he whispered. “wake up for me?”

you groaned, shaking your head against his chest. “five mo’ minutes,” you grumbled, turning your head to hide your face.

“love, c’mon, need you up,” tom murmured, gently carding his hands through your hair. You sighed dramatically, frowning, but heaved yourself up and out of the car anyways.

tom tucked you under his arm once he was out beside you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, sleepyhead.”

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sorry for the lack of content lately, been prepping for exams :)

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imagine tom hitting you with a fucking semi before exam week 😍😍😍😍