anonymous asked:

doctor!tom finding out your were in a car accident and wanting to go to the scene but he had to wait until you’re in the hospital to see you and he isn’t allowed to treat you so he stays by your side the whole time, p.s I love your writing 💕

“Tom, can you come here for a second?” Harrison looked over at his best friend, wishing that for once he could just keep him oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Yeah what is it mate? Got paged that there was some patients coming in from a nasty car accident on the interstate.” Tom slid off his white coat, before grabbing a pair of gloves, but Harrison grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Okay, with what I’m about to tell you, you’re gonna have to be calm and stay calm. Can you do that mate?” Harrison took a deep breath when Tom nodded his head before letting the word slip out of his mouth. “It’s Y/N. She was one of the people in the accident. Her car got totaled, but from what I got from the EMS who called, she’s stable.”

Tom blinked his eyes, feeling the tears start to form in his eyes. He shook his hand, hands running through his hair before tugging on it.

“It’s gonna be okay alright? I’m gonna be the one working on her. You can’t okay? I know you want too mate but you can’t.”

Before Tom could say anything else, he heard the ER doors sliding open and heard the nurses spouting off information. But all he could hear was a ringing noise in his ears. He felt like he couldn’t breath.

When he saw the room that Harrison was taking you in, he sprinted after you, sliding the curtain closed.

“Tommy.” You whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks when you finally laid eyes on your fiancé.

“I’m here love, right here yeah? I’ve got you, you’re okay now. I promise.” Taking your hand in his, Tom gave it a light squeeze before pressing his lips against it. Closing his eyes, he tried his best not to cry, but he couldn’t help it.

In an instant, his life could’ve changed. He could’ve lost you.

He almost didn’t hear you hoarsely whisper his name. He only opened his eyes when he felt you squeeze his hand.

“I’m right here okay? Promise. I’m right here and yes I am in pain, but I’ll be okay Tom. I’m okay.” Bringing his hand to your lips, you kissed it, smiling at the way you saw the corners of his lips lift.

“When we get the okay, I’m gonna take you up to your own room and watch over over you for the night okay? Not going anywhere.” He whispered, squeezing your hand again.

You have him a soft smile, your eyes fluttering closed as the pain medication set in.

A few hours later after you had gotten settled into a room, Harrison came by to talk to Tom. He opened the door to say something, but stopped.

The two of you were curled up in the hospital bed together, Tom’s arm wrapped protectively around you and his lips pressed against your forehead. You had instinctively curled your body around his, there was no space between the two of you.

With a hint of a smile on his lips, Harrison walked quietly in the room and tapped Tom’s arm.

“What? What is everything alright? Is it time to go on my shift?” Tom groaned.

“Nah, you’re good mate. Some of the residents covered your shift, they knew you would want to be with her no matter what. Even got it sorted out for you to be the one to check her vitals the last time before we send her home.”

“Need to talk to Charlie about someone covering my…”

“Already got your next three shifts covered.” Harrison interrupted, chuckling at the way Tom’s body relaxed.

“Thank fuck.”

“Tommy?” You whispered, groaning at how hoarse your throat felt.

“Right here love. What do you need?” He jumped off the bed, his eyes on the monitor next to him to look at your vitals.

“Just wanna go home. Wanna just go home and cuddle with you.” You giggled, making the two men laugh when you held your hands out, trying to grab Tom’s scrubs.

“Well, looks like the pain meds are kicking in real good huh baby?” Tom chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

Eye Contact

I’m your lab partner and I swear I don’t like you but the way you keep looking at me while I type this essay makes me wanna kiss you AU + Peter Parker

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 700

Masterlist

Originally posted by holyhellholland

You sit across from Peter Parker, adding the finishing touches to the lab report from yesterday. The teacher had given the class twenty extra minutes to finish it this morning, and you were determined to get it done.

“Peter, we got Acid Anhydride for trial three, correct?” You inquire. Your eyes don’t leave the paper.

“Uhh, yeah! That’s what I have written.” Peter’s eyes linger on you, watching in adoration at how efficiently you work.

“Okay, thanks.” You mutter, laying your pencil down and lifting your head to stretch your neck. Your eyes meet Peter’s, and an instant fluttery feeling hits your chest.

Offering him a soft smile, you knit your eyebrows together slightly to show confusion. “Were you… staring at me or something?” you ask, studying his face for a reaction.

“Yeah, actually, I was,” Peter says with the slightest hint of a smirk drawing up the corner of his mouth. Your eyes wander to his lips. His so very kissable lips.

“Uhm.. why?” you question hesitantly. Ned had informed you a few days ago that Peter’s presumptuous attitude was because he began to have a crush on you, but you never thought he’d be so forward as to actually smirk at you in class. And admit that he was staring at you.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Peter says, his eyes burning through your soul.

Red heat creeps up your cheeks, and you duck your head down to stare at the paper. A small smile escapes your lips. “Thanks, Peter.”

You lift your head to look up at Peter, and he winks at you.

Cocking an eyebrow, you tilt your head a little. Your cocky side was starting to come as well, and Ned knew it. His eyes were growing wider, watching the tension build between you and Peter. You had to admit, you felt it too. It was like a string connecting the two of you, and it was slowly tightening.

You offer Peter a small smirk of your own, and Peter’s body straightens, surprised at your newly-found confidence.

“What’s wrong, Parker? Intimidated?” Your voice was deeper now, more seductive.

“No… but the way you’re looking at me makes me wanna take you somewhere and kiss you. Even in the most hidden places.” Peter retorts.

“Wow… very forward of you, Mr. Parker. I suppose we’ll have to see if you’re a man of your word.” Your conversation is cut off by the bell, and you quickly get up, packing up your things and winking at him before you walk out of the room.

Peter looks at Ned and lets out a little growl. “I’ll catch up with you later, Ned.”

He follows you out of the classroom, grabbing your arm and pulling you into an empty corner of the hallway. Walking you back against the wall, he holds your face and kisses you deeply.

You lock your lips with his, instantly kissing back. For the next two minutes, the two of you make out, Peter’s hands wandering all over your body. When the late bell ring for class, he pulls away smirking.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later, [y/n],” Peter says before planting a kiss to your neck and making his way down the hall.

“I - okay yeah. Sure,” you mumble, holding your lip as you walk to class.

“Miss [y/n] would you care to explain why you’re currently late to my class?” Mrs. Gilbert says. The bad thing is, she was known to be the most strict teacher ever too.

“I’m .. sorry. I, uh,” you pause to clear your throat. “I started my period and had to visit the nurse for some lady things.”

“Well. Next time consider tracking it,” she says, dismissing you and marking you present.

You make your way to your seat, slumping in the chair and pulling out what you need for class. For the next hour and twenty minutes, all you were going to be thinking about is the next time you’d see Peter.

Taglist: @heavenly—holland, @userpeterparker, @i-am-never-getting-my-life-back

Daddy Do It

Pairing: Dad!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Tom has to keep his son busy, so that he doesn’t wake you up, something happens and your son is not looking to take the blame. 

Word Count: 2256

A/N: This is for @upsidedownparker 5K Writing Challenge. I love her writing and she is one of the reasons I decided to start writing. Thank you so much, Kath, for inspiring me even if you didn’t know it! <3 <3 

Tom slept beside his wife in a deep sleep with her in his arms; the house was quiet with no one being awake at the moment. Across the hall from their bedroom, slept their two and a half-year-old son in his crib, but he soon stirs awake. It was dark and he was scared of the fact that he was alone in the dark. The young boy starts crying out for his parents; once he realizes that they were not going to come fast enough, he starts to cry louder. Tom woke up to his son’s cries and slowly gets out of bed in order to not wake up his pregnant partner. His bare feet pad against the hardwood floor as he makes his way over to his child’s room. The toddler stops crying as soon as he sees his father walk through the door. Tom looks at the little Spider-Man alarm clock on the nightstand beside the crib whilst turning on the lights, it read 8:04 a.m. “Daddy!” Levi screams in happiness, he holds his hands up in a grabbing motion towards Tom. “Shhh. Morning, buddy, but you have to be quiet. Mummy is still sleeping; you don’t want to wake her and the baby up. Why don’t we go eat breakfast?” he suggests to his son.

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There’s No Me Without You|Tom Holland
  • Series: There’s No Me Without You 
  • Title: First Date 
  • Warning(s): None 
  • Summary: The one where Tom ask’s a friend for a favor. 
  • Last Part: Nerves 

Her hands were sweaty as she looked back at her reflection in the mirror, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten here but somehow she was now getting ready for her date. Her date with Tom, the same man whom she had befriend  softly after being introduced to each other. Her bright eyes were clouded with nerves as her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Her lips painted the softest shade of pink, while her makeup was simple. Simple, that’s what Tom had promised her when she had agreed to live up to his lie. 

“Nothing over the top Thomas..” She hissed once he entered the room. His eyes wide upon seeing her in his bedroom, than again was it really a surprise that the other had placed her there. After all wasn’t it normal for couples to share a bed, of course it was totally normal. He nodded his head as he smiled softly tugging her closer into him. 

“I promise you darling..” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her head, he knew this was a long shot but he was thankful. She didn’t have to agree, she could’ve outed him the moment Harrison had sent her a text, yet she played along. 

“I’m serious Tom..” She sighed tugging away from his hold and sitting up, she had a few rules if they were going to keep this lie alive. She wasn’t sure why she had even agreed but maybe this would give her something, anything. Even if it wasn’t real to him it was something and she was willing to take anything he was willing to give her. 

“So am I darling,” he chuckled as she narrowed her eyes at the brown haired boy before her, he gave her a cheeky wink causing a laugh to escape her lips. “but it does have to be believable.” 

Tom you promised simple.” She mumbled when they walked into the restaurant, she watched as a soft smile danced across his lips. Tugging her closer to his body, he shrugged giving the hostess his name as they waited for them to finish clearing their table. “This place surly isn’t simple.

“Hey, relax okay?” He mumbled softly feeling her anxiety roll off of her in waves, the sudden guilt starting to eat him alive. He knew he should’ve come cleaned the second the words escaped his lips, but he wanted to prove a point, not just too himself but to everyone else. That point exactly he wasn’t just sure of what it was just yet. “It’ll be like any other ‘date night’.” 

Nodding her head she gripped his hand tighter as they followed the woman over to a table in the middle of the room. The lights were low as the beautiful decorates brought a smile to her face, she hated to admit it but the place was wonderful and she knew Tom had put in thought behind this. Taken her seat she smiled softly placing a kiss onto his cheeks as he chuckled. 

“Thank you again darling.”

“Tom I’ve told you before it’s no issue, but you have to give me something to work here with.” She giggled opening the menu trying to find something that looked appetizing. 

 “That’s fair..” He chuckled as he quickly ordered them a bottle of her favorite wine before looking back at her with a soft smile. “I guess, I just panicked you can say.” 

“Elaborate please?” 

“We were all just having dinner, and I blurted out ‘I do so have a girlfriend’ didn’t necessarily think anyone would read much into I guess.” 

“Tom that was perhaps the most stupidest thing you have done to date.” She smiled softly as his heart did a flip, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the feelings he felt he knew that maybe this was his chance. This was his chance to maybe get her to fall for him, even if she left an inch that was enough progress for him to sway her into maybe thinking about a them. 

Guess so..” He shrugged as they both pulled back allowing the waiter to fill their glasses before they each picked a starter. “I just, I don’t know.” 

‘It’s fine Tom, I’m not trying to get you to wreak your brain for an answer. I just want you to know that I’ll help you for as long as you need my help.” She started taken a small sip of her wine before placing it back down. “But I do need you to understand that I can’t just keep doing this forever.” 

“I don’t expect you too..” He mumbled softly as a sigh escaped his lips. “It’s just you know how they say that dating is what brings you closer to the one you love?” He asked as she nodded her head. That was something his mother could constantly tell him when the subject of relationships would rise. 

“Yeah, my mother tells me that each time I come home with someone she doesn’t approve of.” She sighed softly wondering what her mother would ever think if she brought Tom home as a boyfriend instead of a friend. “She also said to never date someone if you don’t see yourself having a future with them.” 

“Wise woman.” 

“That she is.” 

“Have you thought about that?” 

“Marriage?” She asked as he nodded his head, this was a first for them. They’ve never gone much into the topic. It was always the simple ‘Yeah, I think about getting married. Just not right now.’ type of thing. “I do, I guess it’s just hard when there isn’t someone you can see yourself marrying.” 

“I can see myself marrying one person so far..” He mumbled knowing it was a stretch but it was a start to something that maybe will help her see him in a different light, maybe in a more romantic way. 

“Really who?” 

“You.” 

Happier Now | Part 2

Pairings: Tom x female reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Second thoughts and regrets arise for divorced parents Tom and (y/n). 

Warnings: one swear word and some angst and fluff

A/N: This part took me so long to write just because I wasn’t sure which direction I wanted this part to go in so I kept writing and then deleting everything. Also, it’s not a mistake when I switch back and forth between using the word ‘mummy’ and then ‘mom.’ Hope you guys like it, enjoy :) 

Part 1

“Tom and I had a weird conversation today.” (y/n) said, taking a sip of her drink. Erin rolled her eyes. 

“It seems like you guys are always having weird conversations.” She popped an ice cube in her mouth. “What was it this time?” 

“We had another one of those ‘do you have any regrets?’ conversations.” (y/n) tilted her head towards Erin and waited for her to react. 

“Oh boy, what spurred it on this time?” Erin was talking around the ice cube wedged in her mouth and her speech came out slightly slurred. 

Erin was (y/n)’s oldest friend from grade school. They had bonded during recess when Dylan pushed (y/n) off the slide and she scraped her knee on the wood chips. Erin had stepped in and spit her gum in Dylan’s hair out of revenge. They were inseparable from that day on. She was a free spirited, no nonsense kind of person which (y/n) always found very amusing and refreshing. (y/n) liked to describe Erin as a “very realistic and grounded woodland fairy.” 

“He said he had ‘a dream so vivid it felt real.’” (y/n) lowered her voice to imitate Toms. “About us being married and living as one big happy family.” She fluttered her eye lashes in mock enthusiasm. Erin snorted and dug her hand in her glass for another ice cube. “He asked me if I had ever had second thoughts or regrets after the divorce.” (y/n) huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. 

“And…? Do you?” Erin prompted, sitting up right and sliding her feet off the booth. (y/n) gave her an are-you-serious look and stabbed at the lemon in her drink with her straw in aggressively.  

“No.” She stabbed at it again. “No, definitely not. No.” She cleared her throat. “No.” 

“No? You say that like you’re unsure.” Erin narrowed her eyes at (y/n) and leaned forward. 

“I mean, yes, at first, during and after the divorce I had a lot of second thoughts, but then once I got adjusted to it and Polly got used to splitting her time between two houses, I stopped feeling those pangs of regret and I stopped questioning our decision. We were both at different points in our lives and that’s why we split up. ” (y/n) shrugged and pushed her drink aside. 

“Hmm.” Erin leaned back and gave (y/n) a smirk. 

“What? What’s hmmm?” (y/n) asked. 

“Nothing, it’s just that…can I be frank with you? You and Tom have a bit of weird relationship.” 

“Just because we’re divorced but get along fine doesn’t mean it’s weird.” (y/n) interrupted, defending herself. It’s perfectly normal, she thought. In fact, it shows a sign of maturity. When people have differing interests but can still act respectful for something bigger than themselves. She only thought this way because this was not the first time she had been told she had a weird relationship with Tom and Erin was not the first person to do so. Just because I get along with him doesn’t mean I have second thoughts or regrets, she thought stubbornly. 

“Shh, you didn’t let me finish.” Erin waved her hand dramatically. “You guys still have this weird, sort of freaky, if I’m being honest, unspoken ‘thing’ going on between you two. Watching you guys interact with each other is like watching some rom-com about forbidden love and there’s all this weird flirting and sexual tension building up between the two characters.” Erin said, scrunching up her nose. The words “sexual tension” made (y/n) burst out laughing. 

“Tom and I do not have sexual tension. And we most definitely do not flirt with each other.” (y/n) said, shaking her head. 

“Well, okay fine, it’s not really flirting or sexual tension, but there’s definitely a spark between you guys.” 

“Oh please, give me one example.” (y/n) rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. 

“That one time when I was over at your house and we were having lunch and Tom came over to drop Polly off and he said something like, ‘is that the dress I got you for Christmas?’” Erin dramatically deepened her voice several octaves too many whenever she did an impression of Tom. “And then you said something like, ‘oh, yes it is. Very elegant, very tasteful isn’t it?’ And I swear to god, you batted your eyelashes at him and he blushed. And then you did this half twirl thing to show off the dress,” Erin twirled her finger in the air, “and then he said, ‘well, blue definitely is your color. I have good taste.’ And you guys had this weird lingering eye contact. Talk about cutting the tension with a knife!” 

“Pshh, that wasn’t flirting, and I definitely did not bat my eyelashes at him.” (y/n) waved away the comment. 

“Oh no? Well it definitely wasn’t normal person, straight forward, business talk.” Erin retorted back, raising an eyebrow. “You say you don’t have regrets about getting divorced and that’s fine, although Tom certainly seems like he has regrets.” Erin muttered the last part under her breath but (y/n) still heard it. “But, there are definitely some unresolved feelings circulating between you two.” 


The day went by in a blur. Every time she sat down to try and focus on a task at hand, her mind wandered off to her conversation with Erin earlier. Unresolved feelings. The thought filled her with defiance, irritation, and some other emotion she couldn’t quite place her finger on. Do you have second thoughts? The question had started popping into her head more and more frequently which also filled her with irritation. No I don’t and neither does Tom. He’s just likes to romanticize things. But if I don’t have second thoughts, then why am I thinking about it so much? She was going round and round in circles, driving herself crazy trying to think about this. Her thoughts floated down from Erin to Tom. Are you happier now, Tom? Are we happier now? 

Now, she lay in bed, sifting through her memories with Tom. The awful, nasty memories always surfaced to the top first because they were the freshest. Near the end of her marriage and then after the divorce had been finalized, she would pick over those memories with a fine tooth comb. Staying up late and analyzing every terse look, movement, and word they had traded back and forth. Particularly after a fight, when Tom would sleep in the guest bedroom. Oh the awful fights they had. The horrible things they would say to each other. She would almost always end up in tears which made her even more frustrated because she absolutely hated crying. They would go to bed angry and bitter, at first in the same bed, but when Tom thought she was asleep, he would move into the spare bedroom. Although she heard the creak of the mattress and his footsteps padding down the hallway. It brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. It soon became habitual for Tom to sleep in the spare bedroom. It had its own bathroom which meant even less face to face time with each other for Tom and (y/n). Explaining why mummy and daddy were sleeping in different bedrooms to Polly became easy. 

“Daddy snores and mummy needs to sleep.”

“Mummy was up late reading a book and daddy couldn’t sleep with the light on.” It broke (y/n)’s heart to lie to her daughter but what else was she supposed to say? 

“Daddy and mummy can’t stand to be in the same room together.” 


The worst fight they had gotten in was over a burnt out light bulb in their porch light. 

“Tom, did you change the lightbulb in the porch light out front?” She felt as if she was having to nag him more and more to do the simplest tasks.

“Not yet, I’ll do it this weekend.” He was laying face down on the bed and his words were coming out muffled. 

“This weekend? It takes literally, two minutes to do.” She folded her arms and glared at his back. He jerked his head up. 

“If it’s so important to you, then why don’t you do it?” He said, in a clipped tone. 

“I’ve been asking you to do this for a week. When it gets dark out, and people are leaving our house, you can’t see anything and somebody’s going to end up tripping on our steps and breaking their arm and then we have a very pissed off friend.” She rattled off the same speech every time she had asked him to change it. 

“It’s not that big of a deal, relax.” He rolled over on his back to meet her stare. 

“I’ve been asking you for a week. Can you please just do it tomorrow?” She hoped that this would be the end of their conversation. 

“Fine, if it will get you off my back so you stop nagging me.” He snarled at her. Get you off my back. Those words set her off. 

“Oh my god, Tom! It’s like you don’t respect me anymore! I ask you a few times to do the simplest things and you ignore me or you use the worst tone with me or, or you just don’t…” She was so flustered she couldn’t force out the right words. 

“Oh yes, (y/n), you’re right! Ha ha!” He let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. He jerked his hands through his hair making the ends stick up. “Because everything is always my fault. I forgot that that’s how our marriage works now. I work long, stressful days and when you ask me to do something and it doesn’t get done right the second you want it to, it’s always my fault!” They were both yelling now, forgetting about Polly two rooms down. 

“That’s not fair, Tom! You cannot throw that back in my face just because you are some big movie star. You aren’t the only one who makes ‘sacrifices’, if that’s what you can even call them. You have no idea how hard it is to balance my job with all the chores and then taking Polly to school and all her after school clubs and crap like that! Half the time, I’m a single mom and it’s really fucking hard!” (y/n) could feel that she was on the brink of tears. 

“So you’re blaming me for something I have no control over? Very mature, (y/n). I thought you knew what you were signing up for when you married me.” The room went dead silent as they stared at each other. Both of them seething. (y/n)’s eyes were red but no tears dripped down her face. Tom had a look of pure anger in his eyes. This time, there were no words of comfort or even an attempt at an apology like there had always been in the past. Just silence that seemed to last for hours. Polly started crying from her bedroom. Tom pushed past (y/n), out of their room. That was when she knew her marriage was over. 


When (y/n) told her mom, Christine, that  she was getting a divorce, she had a mini meltdown.

“But you two are so happy.” Christine choked out through sobs. 

“I don’t know mom.” (y/n) shrugged. “My marriage is a failure.” (y/n) finally admitted it out loud and then dissolved into tears. 


For (y/n), reexamining these dreadful memories used to be like ripping off a large scab, stinging and throbbing. Looking at them now though, she just felt embarrassment and humiliation flush through her whole body. Oh Tom, how could we be so spiteful to one another? 

She swiped at her eyes, surprised to find a few tears pricking at the corners, and pushed aside the hurtful memories, trying to conjure up the happy, joyful ones.  


They were sitting at a table in the corner of the bar. (y/n) had her eyes closed, pressed into Toms side with her head resting on his shoulder. 

“Aww, you two are so cute you make me wanna vomit.” Harry gushed and pretended to stick his finger down the back of his throat.

“What can I say, mate? I love her more than oxygen.” Tom said which was followed by more fake gagging sounds from both Sam and Harry. They all thought she was asleep but she heard every word they said. She carried those words with her for the next few weeks and blushed whenever she repeated them in her head. I love her more than oxygen


On a lazy Sunday morning, still lounging around the house, (y/n) was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a slice of toast with peanut butter. Tom was sitting next to her, scrolling through his emails. She was staring out the big bay window, thinking about a glass figurine hummingbird she should buy for her moms birthday. Tom dropped his phone on the table abruptly with a loud clatter and looked up at her. “You know that I am so deeply, ridiculously, to-the-ends-of-the-galaxy-and-back, head-over-heels in love with you?” She grabbed his face and gave him the deepest, most peanut buttery kiss ever. 


When they would put Polly to bed, Polly liked to have Tom lay on one side of the bed and (y/n) other with her right in the middle. Tom and (y/n) would alternate reading the abundance of books Polly had scattered across her bed until all of them had unknowingly dozed off. (y/n) would wake up in the morning with Polly sandwiched in the between her and Tom. Toms arm would be protectively slung across both her and Polly. 


Looking at these memories gave her a small smile and sent a warm, tingling feeling through her heart. Okay, so maybe my marriage wasn’t as big a failure as I thought it was, she thought. She fell asleep reflecting on more of her blissful memories. She dreamt about Tom and bars and books and glass figurines.

anonymous asked:

can u do a blur when u feel really sad and bad w yourself but tom is there to reassure you, like, super fluffy ♡

Looking in the mirror, a frustrated groan slipped through your lips.

You knew that sitting in front of the mirror wasn’t going to do you any good, that you weren’t in the right mind frame to try and find anything positive right now. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help but pick yourself apart, wanting to acknowledge every negative part of yourself.

Lost in a trance, you didn’t notice your boyfriend, Tom, walking into the room. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched the way that you analyzed yourself.

He knew all of the thoughts that were running through your mind. He had seen you get like this before and it broke his heart every time. He hated that there were days when you couldn’t see all the positive things he saw in you.

“Hey there love.” He whispered, sitting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, trying not to take it personally when you flinched a bit.

“Hey.” You whispered, not meeting his gaze in the mirror. You didn’t want him to see you like this, you felt guilty every time he came in here to help you.

“Bad day again?” He mumbled, pressed his lips against your cheek, trailing down to your neck.

“I just, I hate feeling like this you know? I hate it when I look in the mirror and all I can see are the things I hate about myself.” You bit your lip, trying to make your words come out calm, but your lip was trembling and before you could stop it, tears were streaming down your face.

Tom pulled you back against him, peppering kisses on your neck, his thumb wiping away the tears.

His hands gripped your thighs first, smiling at the way the feeling of your skin contrasted against his calloused fingers.

“In front of me, I see a beautiful girl. I see a girl who made me stop in the middle of a pub when I first laid my eyes on her. A girl who has me wrapped around her finger. I see a girl, who has a beautiful smile and such soft, beautiful eyes.” Toms hands drifted up your waist, squeezing your waist before pulling you into his lap to face him.

“I see a girl who I would do anything for, a girl who I wish could see how beautiful she is. Wish she could see herself through my eyes.” Tom rubbed his nose against yours, smiling at the way he felt your eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

Pressing his lips against yours, he prayed that you could feel all of the words he was trying to say and couldn’t. He prayed that you realized just how much he loved you.

“I’m sorry Tom.” You mumbled, pulling back and hiding your face in his chest like you were ashamed.

“Don’t be sorry love, it’s what I’m here for. Always gonna be here to remind you what I see. Just wanna help you learn to love yourself like how I love you.”

“Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel special don’t you Holland?”

“Just want the girl right in front of me to realize how special she is, she’s the only that matters. You’re the only one love.”

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Request:

Tom Holland defending his partner’s pronouns.

anonymous asked:

ok bUT tattoo artist!tom doing the reader’s first tat and they’re super nervous but he calms them down and the result is just,, pure art

Hi love, what’re ya here for today?” Tom leaned over the counter, giving you a kiss before going back to working on a rough draft for his next piece.

“Couldn’t I just come by to see my favorite tattoo artist?” You teased, giggling at the way Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Oh so you have other favorite tattoo artists then?” He joked, enjoying the way that you bit your lip when you shook your head, your eyes bright.

“Nah, you’re my favorite one Holland. But uh, I did come by for something though.” Not looking him in the eye, you slid a piece of paper across the counter to him.

Tom eyes got wide when he saw what you had brought him. It was an outline of your favorite flower, one that you had asked him to draw for you.

“Is this what I think it is darlin’?” Tom asked, his eyes wide with excitement. He had been eagerly waiting for the day that you would come in and get your first tattoo.

“Uh, yeah, yeah it is. Wanted you to be the one who did it ya know? Would mean a lot to me Tommy.”

Tom nodded his head eagerly, grabbing your hand and giving you another kiss before leading you back to his room.

“Alright, you still want this on your side? Remember you saying on our first date that if you ever got one that you wanted it on your side.” He got his tools ready, grabbing the stencil and waiting for you to slip off your shirt.

Your hands were shaking as you lifted up your shirt, laying on your side like Tom had motioned for you to do.

“Hey, hey don’t be nervous love. It’s gonna hurt a bit but I promise I’ll try my best to not make it hurt too much yeah?” Squeezing your hand, Tom placed a kiss where the tattoo was going, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.

Nodding your head, you shivered slightly when you heard the needle turn on, but closed your eyes and willed yourself to relax.

The entire time, Tom kept whispering praises, stopping when he felt like he needed too. He wanted you to feel comfortable during the entire process.

Once you were finally done, he helped you off the table and walked you over to the mirror.

You were shocked to see the beautiful design, your heart swelling with adoration and love at the fact that it was your boyfriend who had put it there.

“Alright, gotta wrap it and then I’ll give you the instructions on how to take care of it yeah? But I’ll also be the one helping you at home.”

After he helped you slip on your shirt again, he tugged you close to him, his hands mindful of your side and gave you a kiss. Moaning into it when he nipped at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, tongues sliding against each other.

“If I had know that getting a tattoo would turn you on that easily Holland I would’ve gotten one a long time ago.” You giggles, squealing when he bent down to kiss you again.

“Well, my beautiful girl is now officially wearing a beautiful piece of artwork. Hard to control myself now darlin’.” Bending down to kiss you again, he groaned when he heard someone call his name to let him know his next appointment was here.

“Unfortunately babe, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you at home yeah?”

“Course baby, now go be an artist.”

just a gentle reminder that tom holland does not need young teenage girls babying him and “protecting him” from his friends. he is a twenty two year old man who knows how to take a joke. they are all friends and what people were doing was uncalled for. ALSO if they look uncomfortable with you, cut it out! have some respect for them! and before you attack me, this is coming from a teenage girl stan (I don’t think I was as young as them but quite close). thank you for listening.

not to be dramatíque or anything but this is the best & cutest thing i’ve ever seen i live for the DRAG!!!!!!

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Boxer!Tom coming home from loosing a match and his son is so happy to see him and asks him how it went and Tom has to tell him he lost.. bye I'm gone

Tom groaned, his head hitting the steering wheel as he sat in front of his house.
He didn’t want to go inside, he didn’t want to have to talk to you about the match that he should’ve just won.

He chalked it up to maybe that he was exhausted and off his game. But he knew it was really because the guy was a bit out of his weight class and by the time officials had found out that some of the rules had been bypassed, it was too late.

Getting out of the car, Tom did his best to put his fake smile on, not wanting either you nor your son to see how much pain he was really in.

The second he opened the door, his son jumped out of your lap on the couch and ran towards Tom.

“Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” Your son squealed, holding up his hands and motioning for Tom to pick him up.

“Hey little man. Missed you tonight.” Tom whispered, pressing a kiss on the top of his sons head.

“Did you win daddy?” He asked with enthusiasm, not catching the look on Tom’s face.

But you knew that look, had seen it many times when he had come home from a rough match. It was the look of defeat and frustration, one that showed that he was going to be mentally beating himself up for days over this one.

“Not this time bubba, daddy didn’t win this one.” Colin grabbed Tom’s cheeks, his little fingers dancing across the shallow cuts as he looked his father over.

“It’s okay daddy. You win next time?” Colin smiled a big toothy grin and Tom chuckled at the sight of the two missing front teeth.

“Yeah bubs, daddy will win next time. Now, why don’t you go get ready for bed. Me and mummy will be there in a second alright?” Placing another kiss on his head, Tom set his son down and grinned at the way he ran down the hall.

Tom turned towards you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you close against him.

“It’s alright yeah? I know what you’re thinking Tom and none of it is true.”

“Just wanna make both of you proud.” Tom mumbled, his face pressed against your neck.

Gently putting your hand underneath his chin, you lifted his face up to yours, slightly grimacing when you saw all the cuts along his cheekbones.

“You make me proud everyday. You make me proud to be your wife and to be the mother of our child. You make your son proud and he loves you. So you don’t ever have to worry about us not being proud of you. Okay?” He nodded his head, his fingers messing with the hair on the back of your neck as he tugged you closer to him so he could kiss you.

Before Tom deepened the kiss, he groaned when he felt little hands pull on his sweatpants.

“Daddy!” His son whined, flapping his arms around in a jumper that Tom was almost positive he had taken.

“Yes bubs?”

“You promised that you and mummy would read me a story after I got ready for bed. Well, I’m ready!”

Chuckling at the sight of your son, who looked like a mini version of Tom right now, you squeezed your husbands hand.

“You’re right bubs, I did promise you that. Come on little man, me and mummy will read you that story now.” Leaning down to pick Colin up, Tom kissed you cheek and mouthed “thank you” before he led the way to your sons room.

Happy 22nd Birthday to the most adorable, inspiring and a known meme, Thomas Stanley Holland!!

[June 1st, 1996]

Heaven & Hell | Pt.2

King Of Hell!Tom X Fallen Angel!Reader

Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was The King Of Hells soulmate?

Words: 3k

Warnings: Brief mentions of abuse, vulnerable reader.

Collaberation with @hollandroos

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“For the first time ever, he’ll know kindness and gratitude. Through his gift, the king will learn what it is to feel something.”


The water moved around you as you sat in the deep bathtub that was filled with warm, not too hot water. You had never had a warm bath, always cold. The hot water had run out in heaven by the time you were allowed to bathe causing you to wash yourself in freezing cold water, shivering as the luffa would come in contact with your skin. But now you were bathing in warmth. It felt like a hug, but… the best hug you could possibly imagine.

Soapy suds moved around your legs as they drew into your chest. You stared at the wall, dumbfounded at what was happening. Surely this was a trick, a trick to get angel’s hopes up before they were almost destroyed.

The King of the Underworld had brought you up to his suite, dark and deep red and more extravagant than you had ever seen, he had left you gobsmacked in the bathroom, his servants moving around to get a bath ready for you. Your wings ached as you stared at the wall ahead of her. What were you to do now?

You expected to be screaming, each feather on your wings being torn from your back. That’s what you were told would happened to angels when they reached hell. You pictured the king as ugly, and a monster but he definitely was not. 

Your wrists moved up your legs and caught a black mark on your wrist. You inspected the mark closer, your eyes widening. Tom. It read in bold, black letters.

You gasped dipping it into the water, scrubbing the skin roughly underneath the water to the point where you swore it was going to turn sickly red. Your wrist emerged from warm water, the name of the king still clear as day. You sucked in your breath. It was a tattoo.

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i’m so excited for the future, and by “the future” i mean the spider man homecoming sequel

All of the Lights

Addison Rhodes: 11/∞

And all the people say

You can’t wake up, this is not a dream

You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

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