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Originally posted by thoughts-memories

requested: Can I pretty please request a cute roadtrip oneshot with Tom Holland (I recently watched ‘everything, everything’ and the part where they run away together is perfect!!). Hand holding and lovingly gazing would be appreciated lol thank you so much!!! Also I love your writing <3

summaryTom surprises you with a spontaneous road trip down the coast.

pairings: tom holland x reader 

word count: 1025

warnings: none at all my dudes, just a ton of fluff! 

Life had become increasingly more and more stressful with each passing day, so much that you couldn’t go a few hours without complaining that you needed a vacation.

Pushing back from your desk, you exhaled a long, exhausted sigh as you gave Tom, who sat across the room at the dining table reading a magazine, the Look. His eyes raised to you as your heaving sigh caught his attention, and he instinctively pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Tom,” you began, but he stopped you with a hand.

“Let me guess, darling,” he spoke, smiling at you. “You need a vacation?”

Yes,” you said, exasperated. “I’ve worked nearly twice as much overtime this week than last.”

He stood up, set the magazine aside, and moved to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Why don’t you call it a day, love? Would you like a cup of tea?”

Warmth blossomed in your heart as you silently nodded, and you watched him disappear into the kitchen. Restlessly tapping the pen against the pad of notes in front of you, you bit your lip and began imagining getting on a plane and going somewhere far, far away.

Tom returned with a steaming mug of tea that he placed next to you, and sat in the nearest chair. “If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?”

“Where would ‘we’ go, you mean,” you corrected him with a sly smile. “I wouldn’t dare leave you behind.”

“You know I don’t have the room in my schedule, love,” he sighed, looking down at his hands.

“I know,” you replied, sipping the tea. “I like to dream.”

He held out his hand. “Let’s go get you some rest, before you completely burn out.”

“As long as you come with me.”

“Darling,” came Tom’s soft, lilting voice in your ear. “Darling, I need you to wake up.”

You rolled over in your shared bed, groggily rubbing your eyes. “W-wha?”

“We’ve got to run a quick errand, love.”

You turned your tired eyes over to the digital clock on the nightstand, and looked back at him, utterly confused. “At two thirty-seven in the morning?”

“C’mon, get dressed–you can go back to sleep in the car.”

Sunlight filtered into the open sunroof of the car as you blinked your eyes open sleepily, taking in your new surroundings. Looking out the window, you saw blue skies, rolling hills, and an open road in front of you.

“My sleeping beauty is finally awake,” Tom said, a grin in his voice. His hand reached over and caressed your cheek, before returning to the wheel. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and squinting in the bright light.

“What kind of errand is this?” you asked, not recognizing where you were at, not at all. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“In a way,” he said mischievously. “You woke up at the perfect time, actually.”

He rotated the wheel to pull off to the left side of the road into a shoulder, where you stared out through the windshield, open-mouthed. His hand pushed the gear in park and turned off the car.

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” you breathed, sitting forward in awe. “You didn’t.”

“I definitely did.”

The bright, glittering ocean lay before you, the sun reflecting off of the horizon and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. You opened your door and slid out of the seat, raising a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. The smell of salt hung in the air, paired with the fresh breeze coming off of the mighty waves that crashed against the sandy shore.

“I know it’s not Hawaii or the Bahamas, but I figured you could use a quick getaway,” Tom spoke from the back of the car. “I promise though–once I get a break in my schedule, I’ll take you to whatever destination your angelic heart desires, darling.”

You turned to look at him. He held a wicker basket in one hand, and a bottle of sparkling cider in the other–a grin spread wide across his face.

“How did you manage to pull this off?” you asked, taking the bottle of cider out of his hand as he tucked a blanket under his free arm. “I thought you and Haz were meeting with that reporter for that interview today.”

He guided you down the ancient, wooden steps leading to the beach. “They called last night after you had gone to bed–we had to reschedule to next week.”

As your feet sank into the warm sand, you instinctively curled your toes in content. “That was lucky.”

Tom leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. “Shall we eat?”

With your help, he laid the blanket out nicely and the two of you sat across from one another and divied up the contents of the picnic basket. Where did he manage to find all of your favorite foods at such short notice? You found yourself gazing at him as you ate, sipping the cider.

“What?” he asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head with a smile. “I just….how did I get so lucky with you?”

Tom pushed the empty basket to the side and opened his arms, to which you gladly set your glass down and scooted over to sink into him–blissfully enveloped in the smell of the ocean, his cologne, and his woodsy musk. One of his hands reached up and gently stroked your hair, his lips finding your temple with another soft kiss.

“I like to think I’m the one who’s lucky,” he murmured against your skin, raising goosebumps over you, despite the warm afternoon sun. A finger tilted your chin up to look at him, and he delicately placed his lips to yours, kissing you slow and tenderly.

When you both came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours, and the two of you lay there–basking in the glow of the sun, radiating waves of love, and cared about nothing but each other and the wide, open ocean before you.

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Katrina Crane in 2x12: Paradise Lost


Day 02 of Anime Los Angeles ~ 

Lots of shipping and cuddling cuteness ♥♥♥

anonymous asked:

I had a cresswell thought. Thorne and cress using each other's full/real names when they're being flirty or in a fight (cress gets really into it and uses it as a tactic) bonus: thorne gets super creative with pet names much to cress' s delight

I couldn’t help myself, anon.

First Name Basis

by lovelunarchron

“Can you watch the GPS? We’re heading into Buenos Aires and the skies are crowded. Don’t want to miss any important turns.”

Cress glanced at the control panel of their podship and sighed. They had been flying for over two hours in a rapid descent from the Rampion, still in orbit, to deliver their last batch of letumosis antidotes. It was late and she was tired of flying and tired of traveling nonstop from city to city for the last year. The only thing on her frazzled mind was getting those antidote vials into the hands of the government officials so they could take a break and sightsee.

And catch up on sleep.

Stars, she wanted to sleep.

“Fine,” she grunted, annoyed that Thorne was too lazy to type in their destination. Cress maneuvered her hands over the keys and entered it in a heartbeat.

Then she closed her eyes, knowing that they would be on solid ground in less than fifteen minutes.

Twenty-five minutes later, Cress’s eyes snapped open. Thorne was singing along to a song and doing that little wiggle thing with his shoulders that usually made her giggle. Except when she noticed their location on the GPS, it only made her narrow her eyes.

“Um, where are we?”

“You tell me,” Thorne said with a smile when he had finished the refrain. “You’re the one in charge of navigation.”

“Excuse me?”

The tone of her voice made the smile slip off of Thorne’s face. “You said you would watch the GPS.”

“Watch the GPS? What is there to watch? You just turn when it tells you to turn. All I did was put in the destination.”

You were supposed to tell me when to turn.”

Cress glared at him. “Are you telling me that because I didn’t say anything, you completely ignored the instructions of the GPS?”

He shrugged. “I was singing. I put the GPS on mute.”

“Aces! You’re the one flying! How can you possibly think it’s responsible to not pay attention to where you’re going while you’re in the middle of a city?”

Thorne leaned to the right to look out the window, making the podship tilt slightly in the same direction. Cress loosened the straps on her harness and pushed herself onto her knees. She saw nothing but mountains.

“I don’t think we’re in the middle of a city anymore,” said Thorne nonchalantly, avoiding her gaze.

Which he always did when he knew he was in trouble.

Because oh, he was so in trouble.

“You have got to be joking me, Carswell! We were in the middle of traffic!”

“Which you were supposed to be watching, Crescent.”

“Don’t you dare Crescent me!”

“You Carswelled me first!”

Thorne jerked on the controls and they veered to the right to go back towards the city, causing Cress—who hadn’t strapped herself back in properly—to slam into the loose harness. She gasped for air, the bare skin of her shoulders cutting against the rough material. If only she hadn’t worn that stupid sundress.

Thorne’s hand shot out and tried to help her back into the seat, but as he leveled out the podship she flew back into the correct seating position naturally. She swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

He cursed. “I’m so sorry, Cress, I didn’t realize you weren’t strapped in!”

“You don’t realize a lot of things, apparently. Like how to make sure you don’t fly out of the city you’re supposed to land in!”

She rubbed at her skin. It wasn’t cut, but it burned. There were would be definite bruising there tomorrow.

Crescent,” he said through gritted teeth, but then saw her face and reconsidered. Took a breath. Put on an apologetic face. “Cress. Darling. Angel Face. Heart Eyes.”

She glowered at him. How dare he try to win her over with his stupid pet names?

Thorne widened his eyes in a pleading look. Then he pouted. “Moon Swoon?”

Cress pressed her lips together. She would not laugh, she would not laugh. Thorne had come up with that one about three weeks into their relationship when he had decided that nothing interesting rhymed with Cress, and he absolutely needed a fun way to say her name. Discovering that her middle name was Moon had brought such delight to his face.

Then he had called her Moon Swoon for the entirety of two days until she’d put an end to that nickname indefinitely.

Now he only used it when he was trying to make her laugh.

She knew it was his way of trying to get back on her good side.

“Carswell…” she said, a warning tone in her voice.

He grinned. “…And his favorite Shell.”

Thorne blew a kiss in her direction and then pretended to swoon at the sight of her.

She rolled her eyes. “Just get us on the ground.”