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Friendly reminder that Peter Parker is part of Mathletes and Academic Decathlon and that he literally lost five backpacks in first quarter of the movie.

Fall Activities with Tom 

i’m talking about you - harrison osterfield

Pairing: Harrison x reader

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Harrison x reader kinda thing where they meet for the first time or something and there’s lots of fluff ??¿??

*Note: I will NOT be posting tomorrow (September 1st)! It’s BOYCOTT TUMBLR DAY. Regular posting will be on Saturday (September 2nd), and since I’ll have time to write tomorrow, I’ll be posting quite a few things on Saturday :-) 

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tom holland + yellow

look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do, they were all yellow

Truly, Madly, Deeply - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Truly, Madly, Deeply Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Synopsis: Things get heated after Tom’s little bonfire. Word Count: 3.1k Warning: NSFW, contains smut, 18+ A/N: So after Tom’s insta lives at the weekend, I think we can all agree we were a little thirsty for him, which is why @peterfuckinparker & I ended up writing this! Let us know what you think here.

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“Fuck me,” Tom muttered, watching you walk down the stairs in the tightest dress he’d ever seen. He groaned, shifting his weight onto one foot as he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. “Darling, you’re going to drive me insane tonight.” He made his way toward you, extending his hand out to you to help you walk down the rest of the stairs.

“I try my best, Thomas,” Tom wrapped the hand he was holding around his neck, pulling you closer by your waist.

“Can’t we stay home? I could think of better things to do than go to a stupid dinner.” You laughed lightly, shaking your head. In all honesty, this game between you and Tom had gotten incredibly tiring very quickly. In fear of one not letting the other complete, you both strayed away from each other, sexually, and decided to tend to yourselves whenever you needed a release. It was frustrating, sure, but, in the back of your heads, you knew it’d make the time you two actually caved into each other all the more better.

“Tom, we can’t just back out last minute, they made reservations.” You smiled at his pout, extending your index finger to trace his bottom lip. He playfully snapped at your finger, causing you to laugh as you quickly pulled your hand away, your laugh making Tom drop his feigned pout and replacing it with a smile.

“Baby?” You raised your eyebrow in curiosity as you lifted your hands to tighten his tie. Tom opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by the sound of his phone, his ringtone indicating that Harrison was calling. He sighed, reaching into his pocket and answering his phone. “Mate. Yeah, we’re on our way. We left a few minutes ago.” Tom gave you a look, causing you to giggle softly as you went to grab your bag and your sweater, Tom watching your every move. He stopped listening to his best friend on the phone and watched you reapply your lip gloss, your finger trailing against the corner of your mouth to swipe any excess off. His eyes trailed down the length of your dress, not that they had to travel far. He basked in the way the low lighting made you look, you were still illuminated, just by the personal glow that he swore he only ever saw you have.

“You gonna just stand there, Holland?” Tom shook his head, his eyes widening as he cleared his throat, his eyes finding yours. Your right eyebrow was raised, a challenging smirk on your face. You turned toward the door, unlocking it. “Come on, lover boy.” Tom smiled, heading to get his coat and picking up his keys, locking the door as he led you to the car. He let you in first before he rounded it to get himself situated in the front seat, cursing to himself as he realized just how long this night was going to be.

“No way!” Harrison exclaimed, almost choking on his drink when you told him some story about Tom slipping while coming down the stairs the other day. Tom sat back in his seat, one arm lazily thrown over the back of your chair as he rolled his eyes.

“Ha-ha, yes! Let’s all laugh at my expense.” You smiled at him, your hand coming up to pinch his cheeks, squishing his face slightly. “You wanna know a funny story?” Tom removed his arm, scooting forward in his seat as he leaned into the table, ready to get back at you for ridiculing him. “Alright so, what little Miss Perfect forgot to tell you was, after I’d fallen, she – uh,” he cleared his throat shaking his head.

“You alright, mate?” Tom nodded, lowering his head as he pretended to clear his throat. He gave you a quick glance, his hand reaching down to remove the one you’d placed on his inner thigh, slowly allowing your fingers to reach a little further. “Tom?” He looked at his friend, smiling stiffly.

“Uh – where was I? Oh, right, after I had fallen, she had just put on a hot pot of tea! When she heard the commotion, she was so–,” Tom sucked in a sharp breath, panting slightly when he felt that your hand had reached where it wanted to be, your grip tightening slightly.

“Tom? Are you sure you’re okay?” He lifted a finger, asking Tony to give him a second.

“Tommy?” Tom looked at you, almost rolling his eyes at your feign innocence while your hand was practically down his pants. “Do you need some more water?” He shook his head, his hand reaching to grip your wrist. You suppressed your smile. “Do you feel sick? Need to go home?” Tom’s eyes widened just the slightest, nodding quickly as his eyes begged you to take him home. “Well, if it’s alright with everyone else…” you trailed off, looking at all of Tom’s castmates. They all nodded, telling you to go on ahead and make sure that Tom was okay. Your hand retreated as you gave them all a smile, feeling Tom’s urgent tug as he pulled you away from the table, barely letting you get out a ‘goodbye’.

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i miss tom holland, i don’t know him but i miss him

Tom Holland photographed by Michael Muller for CNET Magazine

he’s mesmerizing.