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lnfours · 9 months

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ruin the friendship | l.n

summary: i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but i was wondering if you would ever consider doing a fwb/roommates fic for lando like the one you did for tom? i absolutely love your writings!! -> yes anon, my requests for lando are open :))) also i listened to ‘don’t ’ by bryson tiller while writing this so feel free to listen to it while you read <3

warnings: friends with benefits!! language, sexual tension u can cut with a knife, neck kisses, nothing too crazy, jealous roommate lando 🫣

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you stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot on the stove as soft music played from the speaker on the counter. you hummed softly, the door closing catching your attention, making you spin around in your socks. the voices entered the kitchen and you smiled at your two roommates.

“mate, you’re crazy,” max laughed, “i don’t understand how you did that.”

“because i’m a great golfer, that’s how,” lando said, putting his phone on the island as he pulled a stool out to sit, “how was your day, y/n?”

you turned back to the stove, “it was alright, i guess. got some work done, went to the store, the usual. not nearly as exciting as you two’s day it sounds.”

max smiled, patting lando’s shoulder, “mans was a beast on the green today, should’ve been there,” you shook your head with a smile, thinking about the last time the three of you were on a golf course.

let’s just say, drunk people shouldn’t drive golf karts. max continued, “oh, how was your date the other night?”

lando’s ears perked up, his head snapping away from his phone. you grabbed the pot with the oven mitts, pouring the spaghetti into the strainer, “it was alright, nothing special.”

“you went on a date?” lando didn’t mean it the way it came out. you looked over your shoulder at him, “with who?”

“some guy who was all over her the other night at the club,” max said, “was it not good?”

“he’s kind of a douche,” you said, bringing the spaghetti back to the pot and adding the sauce, “didn’t have a good time.”

“sorry to hear that, y/n,” max said before standing up, “‘mgonna go shower.”

you and lando nodded, his eyes going back to watch you as you fixed dinner. you met his eyes, “you have a staring problem, norris.”

“you didn’t tell me you were going to go on a date with that guy.” he said. you dropped the spoon in the pot, reaching up to grab plates for everyone.

“didn’t know i had to tell you all of a sudden.” you shrugged. he stood from his seat, walking over to you. you backed up against the counter, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as he placed his hands on the counter, basically trapping you between the counter and him. he had a slight sunburn on his nose from being in the sun all afternoon, his sunglasses were still pushing back his curls, and his eyes were damn near mesmerizing.

“suppose you don’t,” he said, “did he bring you flowers at least?”

you shook your head and he clicked his tongue, reaching behind you for a plate, “that’s a shame. i would’ve brought your favorite.”

“do you even know my favorite?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to the stove. he put his plate down on the counter next to you.

“of course i do,” he said, “your favorite flower is a sunflower, and if im not mistaken you have a tattoo of a sunflower right…” he trailed off, lifting up the edge of your hoodie and pointing to your hip, “here.”

his finger touched the exact spot the tattoo was, his touch burning through the fabric of your sweatpants. his smirked as you met his eyes again, grabbing his plate as he moved back to the other side of the island. of course he knew where it was, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. he knew all the ins and outs of your body at this point.

“dinner smells good,” max said as he reappeared, in a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you tried to regain your composure, “you alright? look like you just ran a marathon.”

you nodded, grabbing your own dinner, “i’m good.”

he nodded but still gave you a look. after dinner, max went to go stream but lando stayed back to help you clean up. you were washing dishes as he placed them in the sink. once all of them were collected, he wrapped his arms around your middle. you leaned back slightly, tilting your head to the side to let him place his head on your shoulder.

“going on dates with other guys when you still fold every time i do this?” he joked and you huffed, laughing softly.

“i don’t fold every time,” you said, “i pick and choose, and i guess today is your lucky day.”

he pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw and you couldn’t help the soft noise that came from your throat, “hmm? don’t fold every time?”

you rolled your eyes, “it’s been a while.”

“too long,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“i need a shower,” you complained, turning around in his arms.

“me too,” he said, brushing a stray hair from your face, “wanna save some water?”

you laughed, shaking your head, “you shower with the water too cold.”

“you’re the one who likes it boiling hot! it’s a wonder you don’t pass out in there.”

you rolled your eyes, “maybe you’re just dramatic, did you think of that?”

he fake gasped, “me? dramatic? never.”

you nodded, stepping away from him, “keep telling yourself that.”

“seriously, come shower with me,” he grabbed your hips, pulling you back to him. you let out a soft laugh as he pouted, “please.”

you let his lips go to your neck, giving into him the second time today, “no, lan.”

“cmon,” he said, “it’s the least you could do for going on a date behind my back.”

“you were the one who wanted to keep this,” you waved your finger back and forth between your two bodies, “a secret.”

“not anymore,” he said, “i’ve thought about it, let me take you on a date. a proper one. i’ll get you flowers, take you to the restaurant downtown you love that you go to with your friends. i’ll pull all the stops, you deserve it.”

you smiled softly, “only if you promise to wear that black button up shirt you wore last weekend.”

he raised an eyebrow, “you liked that, huh?”

“maybe,” you smirked up at him.

“okay, then you have to wear that red dress you wore on the night out the other night.”

“deal.”

he smiled before lifting you up off your feet. you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “where are we going?”

“my bed,” he said, carrying you down the hallway and shutting his bedroom door with his foot, “because now i can’t stop picturing you in that dress.”

“thought you wanted to shower?”

he sat you down on his lap, hands wandering under your hoodie as yours tugged on the hem of his golf shirt, “need you more than a shower right now.”

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lovecanyon · 11 months

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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enews After Harry Styles and Y/N L/N’s make out in Tokyo, Styles is finally seen back in Los Angeles. He was spotted leaving Y/N’s Los Angeles home just last night sparking up more dating rumors.

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yourinstagram date night ❤️

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harryflorals HARRY LEAVING Y/N’S HOME (AGAIN) THIS MORNING!

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ynupdates Y/N attended a VIP party for a golf tournament with Harry Styles recently!

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hsnews HARRY AND Y/N L/N IN LA TODAY!

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adoresbutlers · 4 months

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Harmless.

prompt : based on a recent request. sucking your very adorable bf off during a family dinner

warnings : 18+ mature audiences only. no sub or dom mentions. m!oral. teasing. cum swallowing. use of the word cock, if that bothers anyone! face fucking. let me know if i forgot anything. first time writing smut in forever, please be gentle 👍🏼 it’s kinda a short little blurb honestly

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You never expected earlier on in the night that a harmless invite to a pop-up family dinner would end up with you slipping under the table when no one was looking. Never expected the sudden urge to course through you as it did, but you were bored and the heat that was starting to pool between your legs at the sight of your boyfriend with his stupid black dress shirt and the first three stupid buttons undone and rested against his equally as stupid collar was getting near impossible to ignore. Did you mention it was stupid?

It doesn’t take long at all for Tom to notice the lack of your body besides him at the dinner table, his eyes wandering down to your figure that was snug perfectly between his legs. His blue orbs seem to be already pleading down at you to at least do something if you were going to surprise him in such a manner that your parents would be appalled by, your fingers ice-frozen and dancing playfully along the zipper of his dress pants.

You flash a teasing smile up at him, meeting his just as desperate eyes, pupils expanded with his lip already sucked into his mouth. It’s what you always did to him, and not only did you use that power for perfect situations that present themselves such as these, but you loved every second of it. While you still had that hold over him, of course, he always managed to snap you out of your ego and bring you back down to the surface. Not this time, though, you were going to make the upmost sure of it.

Your calmed fingers finally reward his worries, finding the metal zipper with ease, thankful that your dad had been on about one of his never ending golf stories for your family to notice the noise of his zipper being undone. You reach into his strained boxers as soon as you find a way to open his legs just enough to snake your way through, pulling out his cock that had somehow already stood at your attention with barely any help at all.

Your hand stays squeezed at his base, your lips leaning over to press a soft kiss along his pre-cum covered tip, cooing softly from above you at his eagerness. His hands find their way to your hair, his fingers tangling around the top of your head, his thumb tapping along your scalp to urge you forward. You look up at him through your dark lashes and scoot forward so you were face to face with him, raising yourself up so your lips ghosted along his tip.

It takes you a few teasing licks to his slit for you to finally give in to your own desires and wrap your slick lips around him, popping his tip in your mouth. You ease yourself down every inch, breathing in through your nose as you relax your throat to take him all like you’ve done time and time again. His hand helps prevent from bumping your head as his scent pulls you more and more into him.

You can hear him try to hold a decent conversation with your mom from above, humming around his cock as he stiffened in your mouth at the contact. You’re lucky that you’re in such a position that any noises you ever made was silenced or mere sounded like a soft hum that rumbled through the home. You tap your thumb against his thigh to signal that you were okay, his hand gripping your hair tighter when it registers with him that you’re used to the position. No time is wasted before he’s pulled your head all the way off of him the best he could and forced yourself back down.

You make sure your tongue runs along his cock, swirling around the skin as you’re brought to a soft thrusting pace into your mouth. Tom was only using you to get himself off now, and oh, did you love it a bit too much, he regains an easy composure compared to his increasingly hardened thrusts. You force yourself to try your best not to gag around his cock, breathing around him when your eyes meet again for a brief second, his lips curled into a small smirk at his pretty baby beneath him. Your spit is glistening around him with every time your nose meets his pelvis, resting your hands along his inner thighs so you could match with your own rhythm. That only seems to do him in, resulting in a much better reaction than expected, cock vibrating against your mouth. You tighten your lips purposely around him to create a tighter entrance and a longer pull.

God, he loved you.

A low hum emits from the bottom of his throat as he forces your head down making your nose directly hit his pelvis once more, your throat swallowed him whole as he starts to cum down your channel without any care or warning, he knew you preferred it when he didn’t tell you making you more surprised with the outcome. He always seemed to ask you a million times before he ever got any rough with you, he never liked hurting you. Even if you seemed to be a little too obsessed with the idea.

You could only smile around him, or at least try to, as you drink it all no hesitation. He takes a little too long to catch his breath, waiting until he’s fully softened before pulling you off of him. He could curse at the sight alone as your spit pulls in a string when the contact is lost, hurriedly tugging himself back in his pants before you could realize the effect you had on him.

Moments like these made him wonder what he ever did to deserve you.

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PLS PLS DONT HATE THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i haven’t written in a long while </3

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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hey i’ve got a request for tom holland x reader:)

so tom and reader have been secretly dating for a long time, only haz, tuwaine and harry know because tom lives with them and y/n has been coming around to see him. one night tom invited y/n to come round and stay the night, forgetting the rest of his family are visiting the next day and he introduces them for the first time? thank you!! <3

Girlfriend (t.h)

snkjskjhsjskh this was so cute i had to write immediately <3 thank u for the request, hope you enjoy!

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It wasn't always supposed to be a secret, honestly. At first you and Tom just agreed to keep things quiet from friends and family to avoid so many opinions while you got to know each other.

Tom of course couldn't keep himself totally quiet and found himself spilling to the boys one quiet night in, too happy in his new relationship he felt he'd burst if he didn't tell someone.

You followed his lead, telling your best friends but making them swear to keep it quiet. And then, keeping it a secret became almost fun. There was something so exhilarating about sneaking around, staying at each other's places and spending nights feeling like there was no one else in the world.

Naturally Tom introduced you to his close friends so you could spend the night at their place, and you found yourself really growing close to them, div behavior and all.

So here you were, basking in the early morning sun in Tom's bed as he snored quietly next to you. Downstairs you could hear a faint clatter of the boys going about their morning, preparing breakfast and making their teas.

Snuggling closer to Tom, you press yourself into his back and snake an arm around his waist, pushing one of your knees between his gently. He hums quietly, his hand slowly moving to hold yours over his chest. You press tiny kisses into the back of his neck, pushing yourself up on one elbow to reach over to his cheek. He chuckles, turning over to face you and opens his eyes slowly.

"Morning," you whisper cheekily.

He brings his hand up to your face, tracing the edge of your features gently.

"Morning, m'love" he rasps.

You poke his side as his eyes flutter closed again.

"Tommy," you whisper. "Don't go back to sleep."

"M'not" he mutters, as he promptly goes back to sleep.

You drag your finger up over his bicep, trailing up his neck and tracing the wonky line of his nose broken too many times. He scrunches up his face, tongue poking out to lick your finger as it passes over his lips.

"Ew, Tom!" you shriek. "That's so gross!"

"Wha- you'll make out with me for hours and you'll put my- but that's gross?" he says disbelievingly. "You're mental, love."

You roll your eyes and he reaches out in apology, opening his eyes and pulling you into his chest.

"What are your plans for the day?" he asks, changing the topic smoothly.

You shrug, snuggling into his warmth.

"Not much. Thought I might go shopping later if the weather doesn't get too hot."

He nods.

"I assume I won't convince you into joining me and the lads for a round of golf?" he says teasingly as you shake your head playfully.

"I would rather chop off my own-" your playful jab at golf is cut off by the slam of the front door and a chorus of voices and stomping of feet in the foyer. Both you and Tom frown, trying to figure out who it is.

It's when Harry says loudly up the stairs "Mum! Dad! Paddy! and who's that getting out the car...oh Sam! Forgot you were coming this morning!" that you and Tom snap into action.

"Oh, bollocks!" Tom hisses. "I clean forgot my family was coming over this morning!" he jumps out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and hunting around for a T-shirt.

"Your- what?" you shriek. "Your family? I haven't met your family!"

"Is Tom awake yet? Is he here?" the faint voice of Nikki echoes down the hallway.

"Erm, I think you're about to meet them darling," Tom says worriedly.

"Here, put some pants on." he chucks a pair of pyjama shorts at you, followed quickly by an abandoned T-shirt of his.

You slip into the clothes hurriedly.

"Are you sure you can't just chuck me out the window or something?" you ask. "It's not too far a drop and I bounce back easily."

"Hmm," says Tom. "Hard pass. You'll be fine, really. They'll love you."

You sigh, rootling through your overnight bag to find a hairbrush.

"Are you sure it's not- it's not too soon?" you ask. Tom pauses, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit.

"It's very rushed, but I think it's a good time for you to meet them," he says seriously. "I've been thinking about introducing you anyway. My family is important to me and so are you. I think we're ready to take this next step?" he trails off, searching for a reaction from you.

Your heart swells at his words and you nod. "I think so too."

He holds out his hand for you to take.

"Ready?"

You nod.

"Ready."

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"Morning, darling." says Nikki as Tom enters the kitchen. She stands up to hug him, but stops short when she sees you hovering behind him, your hand still firmly grasped in his.

"Oh!" she says. "Hello."

"Hi." you say quietly, suddenly intimidated by Tom's whole family peering at you from their places around the kitchen.

"Mum, Dad, idiots," Tom starts. "I want you to meet Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N." says Paddy monotonously, not looking up from his phone.

"My girlfriend." Tom adds proudly.

You blush, enjoying the way he said that. You hadn't formally discussed a label for your relationship yet and it sounded really nice coming from his lips.

"Your girlfriend?" repeats Dom.

"Oh, hello darling!" gushes Nikki, sweeping you into a hug. "I'm Nikki, it's so nice to meet you!"

"Hi, Nikki," you say as you hug her back. "I'm so sorry, I usually don't wear my pajamas to meet new people, promise."

Nikki laughs, taking you by the arm and leading you over to the couch. You both sit down and she hands you a cup of tea.

"Right," she leans in like she means business. "Which embarrassing story from Tom's childhood do you want to hear first?"

All three of Tom's brothers follow you into the lounge, situating themselves on the furniture and the floor, always eager for an opportunity to roast their eldest brother.

Tom rolls his eyes, leaning over the back of the couch and putting his mouth right next to your ear.

"I think this is going well, girlfriend."

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garglyswoof · 14 days

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Fragile Things

ao3 For @kastleexchange Come What May Day 1, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again. Please note i have no clue what canon is anymore, except (hopefully) in terms of characterization. She knows it can’t last, like it’s a truce the world has temporarily granted, fragile and held together by the most tenuous of things. A house of cards, really, and she eyes it warily, even as Matt’s let down his own guard now that Fisk isn’t around. No one has stepped up to the plate to organize criminal activity on the scale Fisk had managed, his empire ran haphazardly by lesser minds, as lesser threats.

So yes, Matt has let them in more, her and Foggy, now that his nightly excursions seem almost too easy. Not that they don’t leave him bruised and battered, but he seems less afraid of pulling his friends in when there’s not a criminal mastermind behind them, just poor attempts at the throne.

Still, she‘s tense that whole spring, into summer, then the fall, waiting and watching that house of cards. The Jack of Hearts looks a little bit like Foggy, who’d grown a goatee and then shaved it off in favor of just a mustache despite Karen needling him mercilessly for it.

“Karen, I’m going through my eras of TV Hunk. We’re in the Tom Selleck phase, do you know how many women swooned over his mustache? I will not be bound by societal changes.”

“Does Marci like it?”

He glances sidelong at her, pauses then lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes, or you know it would be gone in 30 seconds.”

“Ok I’ll work on her. Every time you come into the office I picture you sliding across the hood of a 70s muscle car like you’re in Magnum P.I. and I can’t take you seriously.”

“Reminds me of that time when Fr--” Foggy stops himself, but she knows.

“Yeah,” she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze then leave it. “Yeah it does.”

It would be a lie to say she didn’t think about Frank, but Murdock, Nelson and Page had been a good distraction this last year. Setting up the firm, finding a new office in the Kitchen, and just playing serious legal catch-up to the two avocados at law were enough to keep thoughts of him to a dull roar (she’d bought them little namesakes, glass-blown ones with painted-on sunglasses and a mustache, from a stall at one of those weekend art festivals that were always popping up around the city).

Still, at night when she tosses her keys on the side table and the lonely weight of her quiet apartment settles into her bones, she thinks of him. Of how he couldn’t look at her in that damned hospital room, eyes darting, of how he pushed her away with his own stubborn, selfish aims. Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have a lot to say to him, if she could.

But he’s been gone this past year, or maybe just terrorizing some other part of the country’s criminal organizations. Like she’d thought earlier, New York was missing some of its seedy underbelly these days. It’s why it worked, this house of cards.

It comes crashing down that Thursday night.

It had been a good day, Matt heading into court in the afternoon, Foggy finally breaking the industrious quiet by announcing he’s always wanted a putting green in his office.

Somehow that has evolved into a three-hole miniature golf course where the final hole is a ramp to Foggy’s blown-up face from an old political poster with the mouth cut out. Karen’s sides hurt from laughing as the city settles into the dark of evening.

“Wow, you really suck at this,” Foggy laughs.

“I did not know I needed to practice -” she bursts into giggles -”putting a ball - oh god - p-putting a ball into your m-mouth”.

Foggy loses it too until a text buzzes both their phones. They both sober up from the laughter, each thinking the same thought as they reach for their mobiles. Matt’s been gone too long.

Sure enough, it’s a text from him, and Karen’s heart sinks from the vagueness of it.

Won’t be able to make it out tonight. You two have fun and see you in the a.m.

She looks up to see Foggy’s expression as he studies the words on the screen like an Ancient Text, the backlight and the now dim light in the office lending him a haggard expression. It's the first time she’s seen it in a year.

“He’ll be okay, Fogs.” She isn’t sure she believes it, but she says it anyway. She doesn’t think he believes it either, but he smiles all the same. She marvels, not for the first time, at how trauma is a form of time travel. Because despite the progress of this past year, her and Foggy both remember Matt, before, and they are right back there again in an instant.

Foggy’s expression almost breaks her heart as he nods and takes an absentminded last putt, the ball rolling up the braille legal book ramp and straight into the picture’s mouth.

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Karen hasn’t changed a bit, despite all that’s happened, and she knows this is a bad idea but can’t stop herself all the same. She’d said goodbye to Foggy at the office doorway, mumbling something about cleaning up the casserole dish from one of their recent sliding scale (if you could call it that) clients. Foggy had been on the phone with Marci, but had paused - Karen’s heart aching with the kindness of him - for a moment, holding his hand over the speaker.

“You sure?” He'd mouthed before speaking in a whisper. “This isn’t about Matt, right?”

She’d shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie about that, at least. “Maybe it is, but it’s okay. I just want to have some time to think, and scrubbing cheese off this casserole dish will sadly give me time.”

He’d left then, with one worried glance backwards. She’ll have to keep an eye on her phone tonight, she’s willing to bet he’ll at least text to check in on her.

It had been the silences from Matt that had scared them the most. She isn’t doing that to Foggy.

Still, she’s pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of her rifling through Matt’s files, her notes, and the Bulletin trying to triangulate where the hell Daredevil is off to tonight. She figures it out when she sees the line in the local crime beat from last week, from a paper she hadn’t yet let herself start reading again until now.

Ex-FBI Officer Charged with Death of Priest, FBI Officer Escapes From Prison

She drops the paper and scrambles to her desk, pulling out the drawer that holds her purse, shaking, and grabs her gun, her breath ragged in the quiet of the office, the gun almost sucking the light out of the room, matte black. She stares at it for a moment before raising it in both hands, her feet unconsciously shifting apart to ground her. She feels the trigger under her finger, safety still on, she knows, and she presses the trigger once, twice, three times, over and over until her face crumples and she slides to the floor.

She doesn’t give herself much time to let the pain rule her, she never does. If Bullseye is back, then that’s what Matt is looking into, and she knows he’ll need help despite not wanting it. Not to mention she has a score to settle with that psycho. Her hand shakes as she locks the office up until she stares at her fingers, willing them to calmness.

The church still looms taller than her faith, which isn’t hard to manage, she thinks wryly. The night holds an early fall chill, a breeze off the river teasing the hairs at the nape of her neck where her hair is pulled into a low ponytail. Quiet rules the street with the church lit gently by low exterior lights as she eyes the windows and tries not to think about the past. She’s almost about to give up, thinking that she’s guessed wrong, when she sees the heavy front door shift. A figure darts through, too broad-shouldered to be Matt, she thinks, then the door shuts without a noise and she’s staring into a face lit lowly for just a second before the man ducks into the shadows.

Frank. She’s frozen there, on the sidewalk, and she knows it’s the stupidest thing for her to do so she darts off the path onto the grass that edges the church’s lot. She’s not sure if he’s seen her, and can’t spot him anymore in the darkness, and she has a moment to think - god how on earth did he just disappear like that? before he’s in front of her, finger to his lips at her impending shriek of surprise, his face familiarly blood-spattered and sporting an almost goofy grin. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, and she stares at him in confusion as he tugs her hands into his, holding her out like he wants to look at her, take stock, that grin lowering like a sail as his eyes grow more intense and how can he be so casual and what is going on and -

“Ma’am,” he says, his tone teasing.

She relaxes, because there can’t be any danger here if he’s acting like that, but then tensing back up because honestly, what the hell?

He must see it in her face because he rumbles an apology. ‘M’sorry. Just…seeing you like that, reminded me of…” he trails off, dropping her hands to tug at his hood in mimicry of his beggar routine. That happened forever ago, but he still remembers. So does she. “And you’re still all heart, I don’t even need to ask.”

Something about the way he says it, almost proprietarily, pisses her off. Her eyes flash in the shadows they’ve found themselves in, pulling deeper in as a car passes and breaks the silence with loud, low bass. “Yeah, Frank? What clued you in there?”

She wants him to say it. Doesn’t want to have to spell it out.

His head punches back slightly, taking the blow. He changes the subject, or maybe it’s still the same one. “I came back as soon as I heard. The church’s been clean so far, surprised though. Guy like that usually wants to win where he lost.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Karen admits. “So what’s with the blood?”

He touches his face, as if reminding himself. “Research.”

She almost laughs.

“Where’s Red?” He rasps out.

“This was me trying to find him,” she says and watches his face soften out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, Karen.”

She waits, staring down at where the grass, wet from the day’s watering, sticks to her sneakers.

He clears his throat. “I wasn’t there for you when he came after you the first time. Fuckin' killed me to hear about it. Killed me to know you were hurt and scared and I wasn’t around to help.”

He’s not saying the right things, but they’re still good ones. She smiles a timid smile, glances up and lets him give her what he can. She’s got a year of therapy on one Frank Castle under her belt. “It’s okay, Frank.”

She knows he wants to say more, say something about the hospital. She pulls him in for a hug, kisses his cheek in a spot bare of blood. Maybe she’s the one that isn’t ready this time.

“It’s okay.”

She feels his lips on her neck, a brief chapped kiss, before he pulls back and stares into her eyes like he’s trying to solve her mystery.

“I just want to find Matt, Frank. Make sure he’s okay.”

Maybe he hears it in her voice, the unspoken later, maybe he just senses the urgency.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He grabs her hand again, pulls his hood up with another. She’s so in shock that she doesn’t move until he starts tugging. He looks back at her, casually throws back, “You’re going to do it anyway. At least I can keep an eye on you this way.”

It both pisses her off and makes her smile. Her feelings are never black and white for Frank Castle, but it definitely seems like he’s accepted some things about her, at least. She squeezes his hand that dwarfs her own, callused and warm, and follows him away from the church, into the heart of the city.

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Your Kiss, My Cheek

Pairing: Tom Holland x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after kissing Tom’s cheek one time for good luck, he tries to find ways to make you do it again

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“I’m so nervous.” Tom said as he peeped through the curtain to look at the crowd. He was asked to give a speech at an awards ceremony and as his friend, you tagged along for emotional support. Tom gulped when he saw how many people were in the audience and walked over to you.

“Don’t be. What’s that thing you always say? Turn nerves into excitement?” You said as you straightened his tie and jacket.

“I know. It’s just hard to do that sometimes. Right now my nerves want to turn into diarrhea.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“I’m so glad you told me that. Thank you. Truly.” You chuckled and patted his chest.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed shyly. You gave him a playful look before going into your pure and getting some antacids.

“Here. Take these for your tummy. And then take a breath. You’re gonna be great.” You assured him as he swallowed the antacids.

“If you say so.” He sighed and shook his nerves out.

“I do say so. Now go. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him towards the stage. Tom started to walk towards the stage but then turned back to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks for being here.” He said as he squeezed you tightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You chuckled and hugged him back. Tom pulled away after a minute and started it walk towards the stage but you pulled him back by his hand.

“Wait. Come here for a second.” You said and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. It wasn’t something you usually did, but something you felt he needed. Tom’s entire face burned red and he looked at you with wide eyes as he touched his cheek.

“What was that for?” He laughed shyly.

“A good luck kiss. To wish you luck out there.” You smiled timidly.

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smiled as well and kept his fingers where your lips had been.

“You’re welcome. Now go kill it.” You patted his cheek before pushing him towards the stage again. You stood in the wings and watched Tom give his speech, giving him an excited wave every time he looked over at you. His speech was met with an standing ovation that included you clapping the loudest of all. He ran off the stage afterwards and scooped you up into a hug.

“Ah! You did great. That was amazing!” You hugged him tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I would’ve been rambling and stuttering and totally embarrassing myself out there if you weren’t here.” He said once he set you down.

“Oh, no. I can’t take the credit for your innate ability to charm a crowd.” You complimented him, making him blush again.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who finds my run on sentences charming.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“Good. I want to be your only one.” You smiled fondly at you before realizing you said too much. That confession along with the kiss from before put you in new territory for your friendship. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a second until you changed the subject.

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate. You earned it.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him towards the festivities. An hour later, you had drinks in your hands and the jacket around your shoulders was his. Tom kept sneaking glances at you all night, unable to stop thinking about the kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek, it was uncharted territory for you guys. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant and why you did it. Most of all, he thought about how much he wanted it to happen again. He really wanted to kiss you back, and not just on the cheek this time. You caught Tom looking at you and gave him a fond smile that almost gave him the confidence to kiss you. Before he could, he lost his nerve and the moment ended.

The following week, Tom asked you to join him at his celebrity golf tournament. The two of you got ready in his tent before the game started and put on the matching outfits you had brought. Tom watched you twirl around in front of the mirror in your white tennis skirt and shirt that had Tom’s last name on it and couldn’t help but smile.

“Golf skirts are so cute. I wish the sport itself wasn’t so boring so I could wear these more.” You said as you admired the way the skirt moved in the mirror. Tom was admiring it as well while feeling guilty for looking at his best friend that way.

“You know you could just wear them without playing golf.” He chuckled as his eyes followed the way you twirled.

“No I can’t. Everyone will know I’m not a real golf player.” You whined and turned away from the mirror.

“I believe the term is golfer, love.” Tom laughed again.

“Not for me it isn’t.” You sighed. Tom looked at the skirt again and gulped loudly. You suddenly noticed the way he was staring at you and you made awkward eye contact with each other. You both quickly looked away as Tom’s face turned pink.

“Are you excited to get out there and play?” You said to change the subject.

“I was when I woke up. I just didn’t realize how many people would be watching. The pressure is kinda getting to me now.” Tom admitted as he peaked his head out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about all those people. You’re gonna do great out there. You love golf. Which I really don’t understand because honestly I can’t imagine anything more boring than silently hitting balls towards holes in the ground but for some reason, it makes you happy. So don’t go out there and think about all the people watching. Think about how you get to do what makes you happy for a great cause.”

“Thanks. You always know what to say.” Tom smiled softly at you as he made he way over to you.

“Every now and then I do.” You laughed shyly, still flustered from the way he had been looking at you.

“No. You always do.” He corrected you while looking anywhere but in your eyes.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks that. But thanks for saying it.” You smiled fondly at him and finally met his gaze.

“You’re welcome.” He said in a quiet voice, practically a whisper. You stared at each other for a moment, only breaking apart when Tom’s name was called.

“Holland? They’re ready for you on the course.”

“Okay. Guess I better go.” Tom said and picked up his golf bag. It was a similar situation to the last time you kissed his cheek and he hoped you realized that too. He’s been yearning for another kiss every second since the last one and hoped this would prompt you to give him one.

“Good luck.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up. You didn’t try to kiss his cheek again, which made Tom frown.

“Here I go.” He said and nodded towards the exit of the tent.

“All right. I’ll see you out there.” You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was doing.

“Uh huh. I’m going now.” He repeated, making one last attempt to drop the hint that he wanted a kiss.

“Are you?” You teased him and the dropped the act. He started toying with the straps of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at you.

“Remember how the other day, before I gave my speech, I was feeling really nervous? So you kissed me on the cheek to wish me luck?”

“I remember.” You said quietly, feeling nervous now that he brought that up.

“Well it actually really calmed me down. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like you have calming powers in your lipstick or something.”

“Maybe I do. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s mabelline.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you.” He smiled shyly at you. “So, um, I was wondering -only if you want- you could maybe possibly do it again?”

“You want a kiss on the cheek?” Your face lit up when you realized why he was acting so strange. You’d been worried about the kiss, thinking you had crossed a boundary, only to find out he had liked it.

“Yes. But only for good luck. No other reason.” He clarified as his eyes darted to the side.

“For luck? But I thought it calmed you down?” You tested him while walking towards him.

“It did both. It calmed me down and that’s why I was able to give a good speech.”

“I see. So you want another good luck kiss? For your nerves?” You raised and eyebrow and stood directly in front of him.

“Yeah. For my nerves.” He lied, heart pounding now that the kiss might happen again. Sure enough, you playfully rolled your eyes at him before going up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. This one lasted longer than the last but his face blushed just the same.

“Good luck.” You said sincerely once you pulled away. Tom’s entire face melted as he looked at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“Thanks, darling. I’m sure to win now.”

Before you could say anything else, Tom was called again and had to go this time. You watched him play from the sidelines (are there sidelines in golf idfk) and cheered him on whenever he hit the ball into the hole. Golf was a quiet sport (I’m just guessing at this point) so you were the only one cheering but you didn’t mind the looks you got. You only cared about supporting Tom. Tom ending up winning the tournament or something idk how golf works lolz he scored a three point shot in the hole woop he won yay. He met you back at the tent afterwards with his trophy/metal/golf prize and scooped you up in a hug.

“Congratulations! That went pretty well, right? I still have no idea how golf works. You wanted the least amount of points, right?” You said once he put you down.

“Darling, that was the best game I’ve ever played. Your kisses are like magic.” He exclaimed, making your face feel warm.

“I’m glad you think so.” You said in a quieter voice.

“I know so. I bet if you ever kissed me on the mouth, I’d get like, real superpowers or something.” Tom blurted. You both looked at each other, unsure who was more surprised that he said that. He normally wouldn’t have been so bold, but the high of winning had gotten to him.

“Yeah. Who knows what would happen?” You laughed to break the awkward silence that had settled. You looked at each other again and ever so slowly started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the moment was interrupted.

“Tom, you’re wanted outside for an interview.” Someone popped into your tent to say.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “The press is here.”

“Don’t be sorry. Go celebrate. I’ll be here when you get back.” You told him, equally disappointing that the moment was gone.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. Or if I could take you with me. There’s a lot of people out there and having you by my side makes these things a little easier. I don’t know. I guess you just make me brave.”

“Tommy, you got this. You don’t need me to make you brave. You just won the whole tournament tournament. If you can do that, you can totally talk to a few journalists.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced. You wanted to calm his nerves but it seemed like words weren’t working. Without thinking, you pulling him down by his shirt and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Both cheeks?” He smiled shyly when you leg go of his shirt.

“Extra luck.” You shrugged. “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” His smile widened as he touched his cheek.

After the golf tournament, Tom had a few weeks off from his usual busy schedule. While he usually welcomed time to himself, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he had run out of opportunities to get you to kiss him again. He looked over at you after stopped to get gas and decided that if no opportunities presented themselves, he had to create them himself. He looked at the gas pump before sheepishly looking over at you.

“What are you waiting for?” You wondered when Tom didn’t get out of the car.

“Did you know that sometimes people put gas in their cars and blow up?” Tom said very matter of factly.

“Is that true?” You asked skeptically.

“Maybe. Who’s to say? Anyways, I’m kinda nervous it might happen to me right now.” He said as he looked at your out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re nervous you’re gonna put gas in the car and it’s gonna blow up?” You asked, catching on to what he was doing.

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. And I’m guessing you want a kiss for good luck? In case you blow up?”

“In case I blow up, yes.” Tom nodded and looked at you hopefully.

“You’re too cute.” You chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He beamed in excitement before getting out of the car to pump the gas.

“Did you blow up?” You asked once he got back in.

“You would’ve known if I did.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Tommy. Things I thought I knew have become the things I wonder about.” You sighed and looked out the window. Even thought he knew he shouldn’t, Tom thought into this. He’d been thinking a lot lately about your friendship and if it would ever move past platonic and he wondered if that’s what you’d been wondering about too.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked you, noticing the way you stiffened.

“I don’t know. Just like, things I thought were one thing are starting to look like they could be other things.” You shrugged. Your vague answer made Tom even more determined to unearth your true meaning.

“Interesting, interesting. And what if you elaborated on that?” He asked you.

“What if you drove away from this gas station and let the people in line behind us fill their tank?” You laughed and pointed to the cars behind you. Tom quickly put the car into park and drove away but didn’t stop thinking about what you had said.

A week later, Tom forced you to go to an Urgent care after spending the last few days feeling under the weather. You didn’t feel like you had to go, but went to put Tom’s Kim’s at ease.

“What’s taking them so long? I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.” He asked as he paced the floor.

“It’s been three minutes.” You pointed out before blowing your nose.

“Longest three minutes of my life. What’s taking so long?” He whined and checked outside of the door again.

“The doctor said it would take at least 15 minutes to run the test. Just be patient.”

“I can’t. I can’t relax. Not until I know you’re okay.” Tom shook his head and started to chew on his nails. You felt bad that he was so worked up, so you pulled his hand out of his mouth and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.” You said in a soft tone.

“I’ll always worry about you, darling. Can’t help it.” He said with a pout. You smiled at him and patted his cheek just as the doctor came in.

“Oh thank God. Is she okay?” Tom asked the doctor.

“We got the results-“

“Oh God. It’s cancer. It’s cancer, isn’t it?” Tom cut her off.

“No. We didn’t even test for that. We were just testing for strep. Which she doesn’t have.” The doctor said flatly.

“What? So what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s fine. She just has a viral infection in her sinuses.” The doctor explained and handed you the lab work.

“A what?” Tom asked and took the lab work from your hands.

“Your girlfriend just has the sniffles.” The doctor sighed. You gave her an apologetic smile as Tom read your results.

“Oh. Okay. That’s not so bad. We can handle sniffles.” Tom nodded and put his hand on your back.

“I’m prescribing amoxicillin. You can pick it up in an hour at your pharmacy.” The doctor said as she wrote something out on her prescription pad. She held the prescription out and Tom took it.

“Thanks, doc.” He smiled gratefully at her.

“No problem. Feel better. For mine and your boyfriends sake.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

“This is such a relief. I really thought you were gonna die.” Tom sighed and pulled you into his chest.

“Why? My only symptom is a runny nose.” You chuckled.

“And crusty eyes and a cough and you haven’t heard anything I’ve said for the past few days which means clogged ears.”

“That’s just because I’ve been ignoring you.” You teased him. Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before looking down at the prescription again.

“Did, uh, did you hear the doctor call you my girlfriend?” Tom asked coyly without looking at you.

“I didn’t hear anything with these clogged ears.”

“I definitely heard it. She also called me your boyfriend. Weird, right?” He forced a laugh but watched carefully for your reaction.

“So weird. I wonder why she thought we were a couple?”

“Maybe because you kissed me right before she walked in. Since you’re so infatuated with me and what not.” Tom shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Please. You needed that kiss. You were about to spin out and only these luscious lips could reel you back in.”

“Those luscious lips probably just gave me a sinus infection.” Tom laughed and wiped where your lips had been.

“Oh no. I got my sickness all over your cheek.” You pretended to pout while you wiped your hands all over his face.

“Ew. Get those germs hands away from me.” He laughed and swatted your hands away.

“I thought you liked me all over you.” You said, creating yet another awkward silence to fill the room. You exchanged awkward looks until Tom cleared his throat.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s go get your medicine so I can finally have some peace.”

Tom had to wait until you weren’t contagious anymore before he could work up the nerve to ask for another kiss. He watched you struggling to open a jar of pickles for a while before deciding to test his luck with you.

“I can’t open this.” You whined and tried to open the jar again.

“Oh, I see. You need a big strong man, don’t you?” Tom said and flexed his biceps for you.

“Yeah. Do you know any?” You teased him as your eyed his biceps.

“Give it here, love. I’ll open it for you.” He winked at you and took the jar. He flexed for you again and you threw your hand over your forehead and pretended to swoon. Tom smiled shyly before trying to open the jar. He paused suddenly when he got an idea in his head.

“Before I do, how about a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“They used to be for good luck. Before you started abusing their power.”

“This is for good luck.” He insisted. “I need the luck incase I cut myself on the lid.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his cheek. Tom smiled to himself before opening the jar for you.

As the weeks went on, Tom slowly got more comfortable asking for kisses and was soon asking for them nearly every day. They started off as infrequent kisses for good luck and soon became a daily occurrence any time Tom could think of an excuse to ask for one.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?” He asked before going to set.

“Wait! Come back! Kiss me!” He called after you when you got off the couch during a movie night.

“Gimme a kiss. Please? Just a little one?” He whined when you walked away from your cart at the grocery store.

“How about a kiss right here?” He asked and tapped his cheek when he stopped at a red light. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You really like being kissed on the cheek, huh?”

“From you, I do.”

“So no one else? Just me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only you, darling. If someone else tried to kiss my cheek, I’d kick them into the head so hard they saw the curvature of the earth.”

“Damn.” You laughed. “You could just move away.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t send the message, would it?” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“And what is the message exactly?”

“That these cheeks belongs to another.” He said suavely and looked over at you. You laughed at his joke but kept your eyes on him as he continued to drive. When Tom noticed you staring at him, he felt his face flush and looked at you. He got so caught up in your eyes that he nearly ran the next red light.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he stopped short.

“You almost ran that red.” You chuckled and looked away, pleased with the effect you had on him.

“Because you were staring at me like that scary picture of Miley Cyrus.” Tom said, making your smile fall.

“I wasn’t. I was just thinking.” You replied and playfully swatted his arm.

“About what?”

“You and me. Us.” You shrugged and turned to stare out Tom’s passenger window. Tom did a double take at you and struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

“Us?” He squeaked.

“Yeah. Us.”

“What about us?” He asked as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I don’t know. Do you ever feel like we’re more than friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, yeah, we’re friends. But we also do things that I would never do with my other friends. The number one example being kissing your cheek. But there’s a lot more than that, do you know what I mean? I feel like we’re always doing things that I would never do with any other of my friends. Only you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Tom smiled softly as he looked over at you.

“You do?” You asked hopefully.

“I do. I do feel like we’re more than friends. I know we’re not dating, but I also know that-“

“We’re not just friends?” You finished his sentence for him. He looked over at you again and nodded with a fond smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He replied. He turned his eyes back to the road but you continued to stare at him. Tom soon felt you put your hand on his left cheek to pull his face closer and kiss his right cheek.

“What was that one for? I didn’t even have to ask.” Tom blushed and touched his cheek.

“That was for understanding me.” You smiled and put your hand on his knee. You exchanged another fond look before driving in comfortable silence.

As the weeks went on, Tom continued to ask for kisses for random things and you continued to give them. What started as a sweet gesture for good luck became a common occurrence between the two of you. You often thought about the conversation you had about being more than friends and wondered what would happen if one day, you moved the kiss just a few inches over. These are the things you thought about while you waited for Tom to get out of his trailers bathroom so you could walk with him to set.

“All right. Come on. You’re first on the call sheet so you can’t be late.” You said as you knocked on Tom’s bathroom door. He opened it up and gave you a grumpy look until you handed him a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile before slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kiss the side of your head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tom said through a yawn before sipping his coffee. You grabbed his scripts and a book to read while you waited for him on set before going to the door. Tom’s feet shuffled behind you but stopped once he reached the door. You went to open the trailer door but he reached over you and shut it.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You turned to ask him.

“It’ll be fine. Before I go, can I have a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Good luck for what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just in general. For my day. Don’t you want me to have a lucky day?” Tom teased you and turned his face to the side so you could kiss his cheek. You looked into his eyes and thought about the conversation you had had with him the day before. If you were ever going to fully cross over from friends to something more, somebody had to make the first move. That move came in the form of you you cupping his chin between your fingers to turn his face towards yours. Tom looked confused so before you could overthink it, you pulled him down to kiss him. Tom’s eyes flew open before fluttering shut, tickling your face as they closed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked stunned for a minute, then smiled.

“Wow. It really was-“

“If you say it was your lucky day I’m gonna knock you out.” You cut him off.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and looked down at his fingernails. He thought about the kiss again and looked up at you with the biggest smile in the world.

“Okay, I was.” He admitted. “But how lucky am I? The loveliest girl in the world just kissed me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before slipping your hand into his. You walked hand in hand to the set and went up to the director.

“Oh, hey Tom. Good to see you again. Who’s your friend?” The director smiled and pointed to you.

“Friend? Oh no, you just be mistaken.“ Tom smiled suavely as he wrapped an arm around you. You rolled your eyes with affection and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“See you after?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Yep. Good luck out there.” You replied before leaning up to kiss his cheek, just for old times sake.

“Psh.” He scoffed playfully. “Who needs luck?”

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emmy2026 · 1 year

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Finally

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 0.9k

Summary: after years of struggling with infertility, you find out you’re pregnant

Triggers: talk of vomit, I think that’s it, if you find any more let me know

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You were staying at Toms parents house for a few days, Tom was out with his brothers playing golf. So, it was just you, Nikki, and Dom.

You had woke up feeling sick and ended up throwing up a couple times. You had to convince Tom to even leave. After Nikki promising Tom that she would take care of you, Tom had left and promised to be back in a few hours. After beginning to feel better, you and Nikki were making some lunch when Nikki spoke.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test in the past few weeks?” she asked. You stopped cutting the carrots and looked over at her.

“No, why?” you asked, and went back to chopping the vegetables.

“You were sick this morning, and when I was making dinner last night, you said that the mac and cheese was making you sick. You normally love mac and cheese.” You had been feeling different the past few days, but you didn’t want to think it was anything.

“I don’t know.” you whispered loud enough for Nikki to hear. She stopped what she was doing at looked at you.

“You don’t know what?” she asked. You set the knife down and looked back at her.

“I don't know if I can take another one, I mean it’s been almost 2 years since we started trying and every time I see one line,” you felt a lump in your throat, and Nikki pulled me you a hug. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Oh, honey. I’m not going to force you to take one, but I think you should. And if you want me to, I can be there.” we pulled out of the hug and you nodded.

“I’ll run to the store and buy a few after lunch.”

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You were nervous, you had just taken the test and were pacing up and down the hallway. Nikki was sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub and was surprisingly calm. You had to wait 5 minutes to look at the test and get the results. You had heard that moving the test to much could throw off the result so you placed it flat on the counter and put the box over the screen.

Your hands kept finding their way down to your stomach, something felt different this time. You couldn’t explain it.

A few moments later, the door to Dom’s office opened and he stepped out. His face was bunched up in confusion. He looked into the bathroom and was consumed with more confusion.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. You nodded your head kept biting your fingernails. Dom looked back at his wife, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything from you. He looked over at the counter and saw the boxes of pregnancy tests and his face softened. Suddenly, the timer went off on your phone and you walked back into the bathroom. Now Nikki and Dom were both sitting on the edge of the bathtub while you moved the box off the test and picked it up. Once you saw, the air left your lungs, your eyes filled with tears. You had decided to get a digital test, one the says pregnant or not pregnant.

PREGNANT

Nikki got off the tub and grabbed the test from your hands. She gasped and smiled at you, you felt a tear run down your face, so overcome with emotions. You were pulled into a hug by Nikki and you sobbed into her shoulder. It was finally happened, you’re pregnant, you and Tom are going to have a baby. Nikki and Dom gave you their congratulations and you couldn’t stop smiling. The only left was to tell Tom, you knew you couldn’t keep this from him.

“How are you going to tell Tom?” Dom asked.

“I don’t know.” Your fingers went down to play with your wedding ring.

The front door downstairs opened and you heard the laughter of your husband and his brothers. It warmed your heart to see them all together. You took the test and put it into the pocket of your jeans. Dom and Nikki left the bathroom to let you clean yourself up a little bit, since there were tear tracks down your face.

Once you looked better, you made your way downstairs and joined everyone in the kitchen. Tom looked at you and got up from where he was seated at the island. His hands were placed on your face and he looked concerned.

“You alright, love?” he asked. You nodded and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You weren’t feeling good this morning, and you look like you were crying.”

“I’m okay, promise. I, uh, I actually have a surprise for you.” Tom took his hands off your face and you pulled the test out of your pocket. You handed it to him and his eyes widened.

“Are you?” he asked, you nodded and a smile appeared on his face. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around slightly. He set you down and kept hugging you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

#tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #harry holland #paddy holland #sam holland #tom holland #first post

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 2 years

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could you do one where the reader is the holland sister who is 15 and has a boyfriend. Her mum lets him come over and the boys get protective and maybe they are in the room with the door closed. They open it and the reader and her bf (choose a name for him) they are cuddling but his hand lays on her ass maybe so they give him a look to say ‘move it’. The reader tells her brothers to do get out

Good at being Protective, or not?

Pairing - Read is Tom Holland’s sister

Summary - Reader having a boyfriend and her brothers being protective.

Warnings - Protective, slight swearing.

A/N - I don’t write much of the reader being Tom’s sister but I’ll give it a shot. Thank you for Requesting, hope you enjoy!

Your mum was in the kitchen after you got back from school, you had a very important question to ask her.

Your brothers were no where to be seen as Harry and Sam wasn’t back from the shops, Paddy wasn’t back from school since he went a different way with his friends and Tom wasn’t back until the weekend.

“Mum, I’ve got a question,” You grinned, standing at the side of your mum.

“Yes, Darling, what is it?” Your mum stopped to look up at you as she was putting the washing in the machine.

“You know, how I’ve been speaking about Luke being my boyfriend,” You smile, leaning back and forth on your feet, “Yes, go on,” Nikki nods, understanding where this conversation is going. It was going to happen eventually, she thinks.

“Well, can I have him over?” You smile, giving those adorable eyes to Nikki. She normally, can’t resist when you do that, “Yes, of course sweet girl,” Nikki gushed, “what does he like to eat?”

“I think …., wound be good,” You nodded, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome, Can you bring your washing for me?” You nodded at your mum, going upstairs smiling.

The next day being Saturday, Luke is coming round as well as all your brothers are going to be there too!

Nikki decided to get all of your brothers out of the house while, You and Luke spend sometime together as she doing chores around the house.

It’s around 2-3pm, Sam chasing Paddy through the door buzzing as ever after being at the golf course with Harry and Tom.

“Hey mum,” Tom and the other boys greeted Nikki, hugging her as they speak to her.

Nikki forgot to mentioned that you was having a boy, who you are dating round. She thought nothing of it since it’s perfectly normal to be going out in teenage years.

You come downstairs with Luke following behind you, you got your hand in his hand.

“Y/N, who’s your friend?” Harry, pointed out to you, “Hang on, he’s a guy,”

“Yh, no shit Sherlock!” You roll your eyes at his stupid comment, you turn to Luke, “Would you like anything to drink?” You smile.

“You never give that smile to me,” Tom gasped, through the door of the kitchen, “Hello, I’m Tom Y/Ns Brother but no funny business because I’m watching you.” Tom shakes his hand.

“Omg, I thought you could be normal but clearly not!” You shook your head, “It’s alright honestly, can I just have water please,” Luke smiled, turning to Tom as you got a cup, “hi, I’m Luke um, Y/Ns boyfriend,”

“I gathered that,” Tom chuckles, “clearly someone didn’t,” Pointing out at Harry, “Hey in my defence a girl can have a guy, who is a friend too. I didn’t want to say something and it isn’t like that.” He puts his hands up.

“Thanks, Y/N,” You nodded, as you pass Lukes water to him.

“Fair, play Bazzy,” You smirked, clearly the nickname to mock him in a way like he’s a child again, “Where’s the other two!”

“What, there is more?” Luke gave you wide eyes, sipping on the water, “yep, unfortunately! Harry here has got a lovely twin and I am a year younger than Paddy,” You explained, whispering at the end, “He’s a bit of a bone brain,”

“Oh, right,” Luke nodded as Paddy comes through, “I heard that, little miss princess,” Tom and Harry laughing, “She ain’t wrong..” Harry mumbled, getting a hard slap from Paddy.

“Hey! Ouch,” Harry whined, Tom still laughing until Paddy hit him too, “You come back here,” Tom gone off to chase Paddy, you can just about to see Sam running after them down the hall too.

You and Luke go up stairs sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.

“Chaos!” You sigh, Luke bringing you into his chest as you lay down on the bed, “No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s that bad,” Luke reassured you.

“That’s good, you smell nice,” You giggle as you lean into his neck, “You smell good too,” Luke brought your head up to kiss you slowly, wondering his hand on your ass.

You stayed there for about 20-30 minutes until your brothers had different plans of not staying downstairs.

“Who’s coming up stairs with me to go into Y/N’s room!” Tom grinned, walking up the stairs.

“Looks like Tessa is coming too!” Sam smirked, “I told them no funny business but I’m doubting that they listened,” Tom told looking back at Harry.

“You might be the oldest but I’m the strongest,” Sam scoffed, playfully at Harry, “Be quiet, they will hear.”

“Who’s opening the door?” Paddy, Whispers looking back at his brothers. They all shrug until sam opens it.

“What music do you like?” You smile as You cuddle into Luke more.

“Uh-,” Luke getting cut off, “What are you doing?” Tom scoffed giving him a firm look, seeing that Lukes arm is wrapped around you and even his hand is on your ass.

“Are you going to move your hand?” Harry, firmly asked. It wasn’t really a question, it was more of an order.

You are stunned at what your brothers are doing right now. Staring at you and Luke like you are doing something much worse than cuddling.

“You better move it,” Sam said, Tom putting his hand on his hips, “sorry, Luke. Guys, get out!” You say ignoring them. You stand up instead, pushing them towards the door.

“But he’s touching your ass, Y/N!” Harry rolled his eyes, “That isn’t acceptable,”

“You all including you! Paddy go downstairs!” You cross your arms, “You even had the door shut, you leave it open!” Tom shook his head, your still trying to push him out of your room.

The other three are actually on the landing but Tom wouldn’t budge. “Oh my, Gosh! Tom Fucking move your heavy!” You shouted, him just laughing.

Luke staring at all of you curious at what is going on. “Fine, fine!” Tom gets out after you hit him against his arm a few times, “Now stay out, go find something else better to do!” You gave a mean face to them all, slamming the door shut.

“Tch, I can’t believe mum ever let Y/N have a boyfriend. And he’s in her room with the door shut,” Tom folded his arm, “I agree,” Harry nodded along with Sam and Paddy.

“Mum, mum!” Harry yelled in the living room, “Yes Harry, what is it?” Nikki turned the hover off, looking at him.

“Y/N has Luke in her room, with the door shut,” Harry smirked, being the protective brother he is, “Yes, I know! Can you please leave them alone, I’ve had complains from Y/N. About you and the others annoying,” Nikki gave him the pointing finger.

“It’s nice that she has a respectful guy, now don’t mess it up please! Thank you, go find something else to do,” Nikki told Harry, continuing back to her hovering.

Harry, huffed back to Tom, Sam and Paddy in the kitchen. They were all getting a snack, “Well?” Sam asked, “Uh, she said leave them alone,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Typical,” Tom and Paddy said at the same time, “Jinx,” Paddy shouted, first.

“You got told by mum,” Sam laughed, “Hey! Actually we all did, freckle face,” Harry smirked coming up with a stupid nickname.

“Curly fry,” Sam laughed harder, Harry and Sam ended up fighting in the kitchen like children. Paddy and Tom was arguing over jinx..

You come downstairs to get food, “I think we are best staying up stairs a while, some protective brothers they are?” Laughing at your own joke as you lay back down with Luke.

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belovedholland · 2 years

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hi! can you maybe do this new trend with Tom, “men is either good in bed or good at golf” I just wanna see him like “wha- that’s not true” you can get to decide the rest. And I love your work!! ❤️

A defeating fact || th.

W/c – 326

"Hey Tom, wanna hear a fact I learned from TikTok?" You say as you enter the living room, getting the attention of the four boys, who are scattered around the couches.

"Uh, sure?" It almost sounds like a question, as he knows you will tell him the fact either way, despite what his answer may be. He doesn’t have a choice but to say yes, and when he does, a cheeky smirk forms on your lips.

"Men are either good in bed or good at golf,” you tell him. “Nobody is both, and that's a fact." It takes him a little time to fully understand what you are saying, and when he does, his mouth falls open.

"Wha- No! That's not true!" Tom exclaims loudly, to which the boys start laughing under their breath.

You just give him a knowing side look with a raised brow, making Tom rethink everything you said. And the boys burst out into laughter.

"Are you calling me bad at golf?" He asks, thinking it would be the only solution to your said “fact”.

"I don't know." You just shrug, which makes Tom’s heart stop.

"Oh my god, are you saying I'm bad in bed?" He really hopes you were joking about all of this, because either way his ego would face defeat.

"I don't know,” you answer once again, before turning your back to the boys and walking away, leaving Tom with an almost terrified expression, which only made the boys laugh even harder.

Unlike Tom, the boys seem to enjoy themselves very much, their stomachs starting to cramp from all the laughing. Harry even contemplated filming everything on his phone, just so he could laugh about it again later on.

"I love that girl," Tuwaine says between his fits of laughter, Harry and Harrison nodding along.

"Y/n?" Tom whines – extending the last synabol of your name – as he stands up, and runs after you, desperate for an answer.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Hey b, so mildly obsessed with your work (and possibly being your friend because you seem cool🥺) anyways idk if you’re taking requests rn it’s cool if you’re not but like I just bought a cute white golf skirt (it makes my waist look snatched and my booty popping 💁🏻‍♀️) and I can’t stop thinking about working at a golf course and tommy being like oh shit 👀 and all the guys are like nah they’re out of your league mate 😂 anyways I hope you have a good day and I like your tattoo!

Thank you, thank you. FYI I kept this one very non-binary/not explicitly gendered so anyone could enjoy ☺️

"Holland!" Harrison finally snaps Tom out of his trance from where he'd been staring at you. He gestures to the green, "Take the damn shot." He grumbles. Tom shakes his head of the thoughts about you, taking the shot which misses the hole by half an inch. He hums as he glances over his shoulder and steps out of the way for Sam,

"You guys got time for a drink after?" He asks. Harrison raises an eyebrow,

"This about Y/N again?" He poses. Tom shrugs,

"No… just could go for a cold one." He murmurs. Harry chuckles,

"Mmhmm. You do know Y/N is out of your league right? They're way too pretty for you." He tells his older brother. Tom rolls his eyes,

"It's not about Y/N." He growls. Harry rolls his eyes,

"Yeah… sure."

"I've got time." Sam mumbles. Harry and Harrison ultimately agree, the four of them finishing their round before heading for the clubhouse. Tom swallows, heart pounding out of his chest as they enter the bar, sitting at a free table in the middle of the room. Tom watches you take drinks onto your tray, delivering them to their table before you approach,

"Hey guys… long time no see. Same as usual?" You pose. They each mumble in agreement or nod as you scribble down on a pad, glancing out at them. Tom swallows as you offer a smile,

"Be right back." When you turn, Tom's eyes slide to the skirt you're wearing. Obviously it's got shorts under it, it's a golf skirt, but Tom can't help but wonder what it would be like if you weren't wearing a tennis skirt, if you were wearing just a normal skirt. He licks his lips as you lean on the bartop, watching your coworker crack open four beers before he sets them on your tray and you turn back towards the boys. Harrison smacks his arm,

"Ask them for their number." He goads. Tom frowns,

"No way, they'd say no."

"No they wouldn't. You're Tom Holland, you're irresistible. Go for it." Before anymore can be said, you lean over and deliver four beers to their group, smiling at them,

"Anything else?" You ask. Harrison glances at Tom, but when nothing pops up, you turn and start away. Harrison gives a good shove to Tom's shoulder before Tom stumbles to a stand. He clears his throat and smoothes over his pole before he starts towards the bar where you've retreated again,

"Uhm… Y/N…" He starts. You turn, smiling up at him,

"Hey Tom, what's up?" He swallows again,

"Nothing, uhm, I-I was just wondering if… maybe I could… get your number? I- I figured we could go see a movie or get dinner sometime soon, just the two of us." He poses. You can tell he's nervous by the way he stares at you. You smile and shrug, turning to scribble on a napkin. You hold it out to him between two fingers and he stares at you for a moment,

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head,

"I just… the boys told me you were out of my league and… I seriously thought it was true." He defends. You smile,

"Really?" He nods,

"Yeah." You shrug,

"What can I say, you're adorable and I'd love to go to dinner and watch you stumble over yourself." You admit, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He scoffs slightly,

"Wow… okay." Turning, he glanced back down at the napkin in his hand. Harrison gapes up at him as he slides in his seat,

"What'd you ask them?" He poses. Tom shrugs,

"I just asked for their number." He murmurs. Harrison reaches put and pats Tom's shoulder,

"Good job mate." Tom nods, glancing out at you, watching you work for a few moments. And he'd never forget that you're the catch, not him.

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heresmyfiddlestick · 6 months

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new doctor who trailer, let's go

let's try and get anything out of what they've given us on wild blue yonder

to re-cap from my first trailer break-down post, we've got (from top left to bottom right) the Doctor with his jacket off (since he tossed it down just before zooming around the new TARDIS and didn't have time to grab it on his way out) discovering something in a strange metal-walled place, Donna also being amazed, Donna rushing frantically through a corridor, a hero shot of Donna with a little triangle button thing behind her, a little scene where we establish that something has scared the TARDIS away and Donna is going to kick its arse (over three shots), Dr. Who trapped in a little metal box screaming "NOO" again, and a spooky looking TARDIS

they have...really not given us anything - i'm very excited!!

we start with an ordinary metal room, which the TARDIS then violently spins through, materialising in. (just like in the Children in Need special... why is she doing that now? smashing things up) this gives us that final WBY shot from the specials trailer. we can suspect that this crash landing is because of the coffee incident from TSB

somebody give this man a break! this has got to be just after crashing and rushing out of the TARDIS, hence the smoke everywhere, and the guy just grateful to be alive and safe

then a blackout as creepy music comes in, before we see our time travellers snooping around a blue-lit room. those things with the windows on them, I'm thinking stasis chambers of some sort? but what's inside? the lights that flicker in the next shot are in this same room. check out that grille on the left hand side of the first shot, it looks like the thing the Doc was banging against in the specials trailer

Donna asks, very scared and clearly in the first room they arrive in, "where are we?" - this is presumably coming just after the TARDIS has disappeared and before the "kick its arse" line

Ominous shot of a grubby vent, which we've seen in the very first shot of this trailer above and to the right of the first door, with a creepy ticking/clicking noise... something is watching them?

"Oh, life signs!" - we recognize this chair and room from the specials trailer! this comes straight before the shot when he stands up and they both look amazedly at something. that'll be the life signs then. probably what's being held in those stasis chambers

a door slams in Donna's face in a dark and green place - and another one of those grilles - this might be around the time Donna is running through her colour-coordinated corridor

"Doctor!" "Donna!" while Tenteen is in a bright red and scary room

and then a further quick shot of the shouty "NOO" room

so obviously these two are going to get separated in this unfamiliar place, after discovering there are "life signs" somewhere on board

which leaves us wondering, "what are they?" (a line of dialogue laid over what is clearly a scene taking place in the first room, this is probably the two of them watching as the TARDIS absconds)

alright, RTD you've done a very good job of giving us absolutely nothing on this one and I have to respect that.

we do know (from Tardis Wikia) that there's a character called Mrs. Merridew played by Susan Twist, the episode is directed by first-time DW director Tom Kingsley, and the TARDIS has left because of HADS

also, from this promo image, we have this little robot guy, and a big triangular corridor with piston-looking things. is the robot guy Mrs. Merridew? why is he all Rusty? why is he so cute? it sort of seems like he could be the one making the ticking noise, and he is probably the one caring for whatever life signs are being held in the stasis chambers... maybe it's a long-haul star cruiser type thing à la The Ark in Space?

then we have the Target cover, which shows us the little guy again, as well as Donna and the Doctor in what looks like a golf cart. easy transport for getting around an unmanned space station, maybe?

Oh yeah, we also have this clip shown at the end of the Doctor Who Unleashed episode, which gives us these amber-coloured banks of drawers of somethings, one of which the Doctor grabs, "if we move one up..."

"ugh, is that stuff dangerous?" Donna asks as what looks like a misshapen honeycomb drips. "No," says the man who should really still be recovering from regeneration sickness before giving it a sniff and a lick (hello 13)

and then definitely deciding "no"...

...and as he tries to put it back, he gives a little cough and starts falling backwards

so what does this leave us with? the Doctor and Donna are abandoned on a spaceship/station/underwater bunker that doesn't see a lot of use but is the site of Hostile Action which makes the TARDIS fuck off. they go snooping around to see what's up and find a bunch of rooms with exciting different colour palettes, flipping on lights and licking alien honey as they go. they discover the life signs that are being kept alive in the bowels of this ship/station/bunker before being separated. maybe they can still hear/see each other somehow? one of them discovers the rusty little guy and maybe the other discovers Mrs. Merridew? they have a daring escape on a golf cart and manage to get the TARDIS back through the power of the U.S. Air Force

and it's "unlike any Doctor Who episode ever"!

#doctor who #doctor who speculation #wild blue yonder #doctor who trailer #doctor who teaser #donna noble #david tennant #tenteen #tenagain #tenthree

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Very specific, but golfer tom x golf caddy greg

Tom peeks his head into the rental office, raising a brow and immediately finding Greg perturbed at the counter. He purses his lips and shoulders his own bag, approaching in long strides to attempt to head off what looks to be a building snit.

"I-I don’t understand,” Greg says, putting his hand out on the counter with a slight tilt to his head. “You don’t… None? But I - I’m like with the company?”

“I apologize, sir,” the attendant says, steadily and to their credit keeping eye contact with Greg about a foot and a half above them. “But, yes, all of our gear for anyone of… your height has been already rented. We usually have at least six bags for anyone over six and a half feet, but… a few players from a local basketball team have – ”

Greg looks over to Tom, as the diatribe continues, eyes big and mouth set in that pouting face like he thinks Tom can somehow stop a starting line of the Miami Heat occupying the same golf course. It’s really fixing up to be a long day.

“We’ll make do,” Tom says, leaning forward past Greg’s shoulder and waving off the concern of the attendant. He pastes on a bright smile, forcibly turning Greg away from the counter with a shove at his elbow. “Thanks for looking – can’t be easy outfitting gaggles of slendermen, hah!”

“But – ” Greg protests, looking over his shoulder.

“Come on,” Tom says, between gritted teeth, feeling a bit less delicate and curving his hand to yank. “Let’s just go outside.”

Greg drags his feet all the way out the door, out onto the green, until they’re standing with the rest of the little Waystar cabal next to a row of carts. He exhales a quiet huff through his nose that’s really his version of snorting like a bull. “I am being discriminated against, Tom.”

“…I know, bud,” Tom says, quiet and a bit patronizing, as he pats Greg lightly between the shoulders. “But this is perhaps the most first world problem version you can get of that.”

“Hah!” Roman says, when his shaded eyes glance over, sneering and ever unhelpful, leaning forward while waving a finger. “They don’t even make clubs for you, do they?”

“They do, but they – ” Greg leans back into a cart, as he reaches up to scratch tetchy under his chin. “They’re out.”

“Oh, ‘they’re out’,” Roman mocks, widely rolling his eyes, as he settles back on his heels. “Sure, yeah, that’s a thing. They have like forty of everything in there.”

“A group from the Heat are playing today,” Tom interjects, as chirpy as he can, and watches Roman visibly attempt to determine what the Heat even are in bewildered glances at Greg, and then around them. “If we’re lucky, we might catch up.”

“Sounds fun,” Kendall interjects, very quietly, very ineffectually trying to help diffuse the argument.

A staff member approaches in a jaunty yellow polo, with a similarly donned teenager just behind them. A hand points toward Tom, then his bag, “Maurice, you’ll be – ”

“No, that’s alright,” Tom interrupts, waving off the caddy, then turning his palm toward his side where Greg is looking ridiculously large next to the cart he’s using to prop up his sulk. “Thanks, but Greg here is my caddy.”

Roman cackles like a cartoon character, thudding into Kendall’s side and near totally upending him.

“What?” Greg says, eyes darting over and growing wide, mouth flattening with a deepening sullen mood. “Tom, I can’t – ”

Tom turns into the cart and leans in closer, lifting a hand to count out his argument out on his fingers. “We get our own cart, we don’t deal with the fucking idiots, we can go at our pace, and we don’t have to put up with the unwanted company.”

Greg glances at the cart next to him, then once again sighs hard and petulant through his nose. “Fine.”

“You’re just going to be modeling Ralph Lauren on the green, anyway,” Tom says, sharply, then he glances toward the others settling in with their caddies and carts ahead of them. “I’ll let you drive.”

“Um, obviously,” Greg says, rolling his head against his shoulder with a sweeping, sullen glance to the side. “…The caddy is supposed to drive.”

“Caddy is supposed to drive.” Tom leans forward with a cartoonish lilt at the tip of his tongue, “You don’t know what that means, Gregory.”

Greg drops his head with a curl of his lips around his teeth, badly hiding a reluctant smile.

The carts wind down the path at a sedate pace to the first hole overlooking a piece of sandy beach on one side. It overlooks most of the course on the other, copses of trees and boggy marshes interspersed, and Tom steps out of the cart to watch as Matsson steps up to go first. He’s dressed a bit like Scrooge McDuck, like this is all a joke about the Roy family, and… Tom has honestly got to respect him a bit for it.

Greg leans into the roof of the cart, quietly observing, then harshly clears his throat when Kendall steps up to choose what unlucky corner of the green to fling his ball. “Could you, like… at least tell me how to play?”

“Sure,” Tom says, reaching back and pulling out a club, sliding his hand along the length of it, as Greg looks on with eager, honest interest. “First thing you need to know: it’s not a sport, no matter what your whisky-slogging, ginger-tight-and-curlied ancestors want you to think, and that anything eighty-year-olds still in corporate offices consider exercise is nothing more than a joke.”

Greg looks startled for a beat then covers his mouth with his whole palm to cover an evident choke of laughter.

“Second thing is that the bigger the numbers are, the more you suck,” Tom says, swinging over the iron and pointing at Frank, who’s badly acting as some human wall between the Roys and Matsson’s new team, but keeping his eyes on Greg while he clicks his tongue. “It’s like bowling, but shittier.”

“Okay?” Greg says, tightly, through the space of his fingers.

“Third thing, now this is the most important one: we’re in Miami, so maybe we’ll find an alligator.”

Greg raises his brows, hand pausing it’s constant knock at the edge of the cart. “That would be kind of cool.”

“It would be,” Tom says, as he swings the putter back and forth at the green around them. “So be on the lookout – I think we can feed Rome to it.”

Greg drops his hand, fingers tapping up and down the low dash of the cart. “So… I didn’t know you hated golf?”

“It’s a waste of space in a place that’s already a theme park,” Tom says, sliding the putter back into the back with a wide eye roll toward the very nice beach that does not deserve this sort of clientele. “We could be in a damned dark ride, right now, or a roller coaster, or a fucking zoo – imagine how much better of an experience that would be, Greg.”

“That’s true, I guess,” Greg agrees, nodding a few times, the tipping his head with a sweeping kind of blink. “The, um… The Doderick boat ride in Buffalo is where I had my first like actual kiss with a guy.”

Tom raises his brows high up his forehead, looking over while feeling a grin stretch across his mouth. “You’re fucking adorable,” he says, rolling his head against his shoulder with a low chuckle. “Smuggling someone over the border to make out in front of cartoon dogs – did you tell him one day you’d own the place.”

Greg visibly bites his tongue and ducks his head. “No.”

“Liar, you totally did,” Tom says, turning to better face Greg and crossing his arms over the roof of the cart. “I know you.”

“I like maybe implied –”

Tom breaks into a crowing laugh.

“Shut up!” Roman shrieks from his place at the tee.

“Pick one,” Tom says, as it becomes clear he is up next and can hang back no longer.

Greg looks wide-eyed down at the bag, “Um.”

“I literally do not care,” Tom says, keeping his voice low and a bit patronizing, nodding down at the bag while pretending to point between all the clubs with a finger. “Eenie-meenie.”

“Uh,” Greg pulls out the 3-hybrid, offering it with a hesitant wag.

Tom quirks a brow, staring at it, then tuts lowly while snatching it from his hand. “Thank you, oh, wise caddy-daddy.”

Greg rolls his eyes with a tight sigh and a peek toward their huddled, bickering company.

“I see you’ve been watching your cousins, rather than listening to my wisdom,” Tom says, turning the club around in his hand, which is the same the others had used and probably the best choice, though he’s tried his best over the years to learn only enough to hustle he can play. “Absolutely unbelievable.”

He walks up to put a tee on the green and ignores the jeers about his posture, and a low voiced and sneering correction from Kendall, as he swings the club. It flies and plops to roughly the same positions as the others, he thinks, and it’s confirmed to be perhaps better by a thoughtful look from Matsson, a clap on the shoulder from Frank, and the snide mutter and slump by Roman. He’s a little annoyed by it, honestly.

The next hour or so continues the same way, winding their way through the waste of a field, catching zero alligators in the boggy areas, and Greg frustratingly refusing to give him a bad club. He scowls, as he officially comes up on a respectable par to the fifth hole, and turns on Greg while putting his hands on his hips.

“You’re fucking frustrating, Sporus,” he says, marching to the side of the cart, as Greg hooks the bag in the back.

Greg blinks widely in that wolf cub-eyes under sheep’s wool way. “Why?”

“You know exactly why,” Tom says, slumping into the cart with a swap out against Greg’s arm with the back of his hand. “I gave you this to fuck it up, and you know that, so you’re perfectly caddying for me. You’re chronically fucking contrary.”

“It’d be sort of cool if you won?” Greg says, steering the cart around behind the others, as they whir along the path. “Yeah?”

Tom stares with a slow narrowing of his eyes, then waits until the cart slows its roll before throwing up a hand. “Winning golf.”

Greg is quiet for a pair of beats. “It’s still winning?”

“I’m not going to win,” Tom says, breaking into a scoffing sort of laugh, feeling his face twist up with a flat, condescending gesture over the cart, after he stands up from it. “I’m letting you down now. I am not available for a proxy victory at this time.”

Greg sighs hard through his nose with a slump.

Tom watches the others putt their balls closer and closer to five, sneaking peeks sideways out the corner of his eye. He clears his throat, looking totally away from Greg before he can find a reason to swallow his next question. “Have you heard of Fantasia, Greg?”

“…Like, yeah? The Disney movie,” Greg says, bemused, with a thunk on top of the cart that is probably his other hand. “Why?”

“Well,” Tom says, drawing out his voice, peeking sideways for a beat and seeing with some satisfaction that he has got Greg’s full, undivided attention. “The benefit of having to do commercial instead of private flights… is we can take a little quick detour downstate to a real park.”

“What, um – ?” Greg wets his lips, glancing toward his family with a quick blink, lowering his voice, “Could we?”

“Mmhm,” Tom says, leaning into the cart with his knee against the approximation of a hood. “Where I could be tempted to spare some interest in overengineered fucking mini-golf, which seems way more up your particular novelty-hoarding alley than this waste of space actual fairway, if you just would stop pouting.”

Greg drums his fingers loudly, eagerly against the cart. “Oh?”

“Does that sound acceptable?” Tom asks, looking away from Greg and raising his brows with a shallow nod across the grass where Matsson gestures for him to go up next.

“Yeah, yes,” Greg says, nodding, shifting his weight foot to foot, all but dancing at the suggestion. “Could we do Epcot?”

“Trying to snag a little nookie beneath the dulcet tones of Figment?” Tom makes a half-hearted swipe toward the bag, curling his fingers to gesture for Greg to hand him a club. “Just don’t tell your cousins, or they’ll fucking crash it like a frat conference in the same resort as a fifty thousand dollar wedding reception.”

Greg peers into the bag and yanks out a putter, which is a little disappointing; he’s still refusing to play into sabotaging Tom’s game for him. “I’m like really excited now.”

Tom snatches away the putter, as Greg hands it to him, then points with it as he walks backward toward his ball. “I have great ideas.”

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Spider Terror

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

synopsis: in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

warnings: a very fast spider, none

word count: 1.7k

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a/n: this was inspired by a real life event that happened a few days ago. this spider was chilling in my shower and it scared me so bad and my family asked if they could come in to help me, but i was completely naked so i had to deal with it by myself and i had to kill it :( i usually try to let those guys out if they’re wandering around. anyways, enjoy!

For once, it was a quiet day in the Holland home. Though rare, they did come about every now and then when the majority were out doing various activities and only a few remained. You and Tom were visiting his parents, both of you having a few much needed days off of work to rest. His parents were glad to have you and as always his brothers absolutely adored you, especially Paddy (you had been his longtime favorite actress). Used to the chaos of the Holland home, you were over often. Though functional, the Hollands were like any big family; a little bit wild. They were rowdy, loud, and extremely competitive even outside of family game night when it came to small things like who cooked the best dinner. You didn’t mind it, in fact you loved it. The only reason for the lack of noise in the house at the moment was because most of the Hollands were out for the day; Tom’s parents were with their friends at a couples golfing event, Paddy was off at school wishing he didn’t have to enrich his brain with so much knowledge, and you weren’t actually sure what the twins were away doing, only that they would have plenty of fun. That left you and your boyfriend alone to do whatever you wanted which, of course, meant getting loads of rest. You had spent the greater part of the day cuddled up in bed, watching movies and eating junk food that you agreed not to tell your trainers about. Tom had given a great deal of thought about taking you to couple’s golfing, thinking it the perfect opportunity for you to bond with his parents and to show off his golfing skills, but after neither of you could be bothered to wake up anytime before noon, he gave it up and promised to bring you another time. Anything else besides laying about would have taken too much energy. Currently you were relaxing downstairs on the sofa as you waited for your boyfriend to finish his shower so you could continue watching your show together. All seemed to be going well as the running water switched off upstairs and you heard the bathroom door open as Tom’s footsteps sounded towards his childhood bedroom you were sharing. Nothing out of the normal until you heard it, a scream from upstairs. Startled, you immediately jumped to your feet and ran up the stairs to his room to investigate, worried your boyfriend could be seriously harmed. “Tom?!” You called as you made your way up the stairs, alarmed. “Y/n! Hurry! Come help me!” he shouted as you quickened your pace. Once in front of the bedroom you pushed open the old creaky door expecting to see a bleeding out Tom in the floor. Instead you caught sight of your boyfriend on top of his old desk, wearing nothing but his towel around his waist as his wet hair dripped to the floor. If it wasn’t for the terrified look on his face, you would have been dying laughing, but you bit your bottom lip to hold it in. “What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping into the room. Tom’s eyes widened, looking down at the carpet that covers the floor. “There’s a spider, just there!” he exclaimed, pointing to the ground on the other side of his bed, the side you couldn’t see, the side closest to him. You almost died again at the irony. This time you released a small giggle and you started making your way to the other side. “So Spider-Man is afraid of a little spider.” you teased. “Honestly Tom, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just get a cup and some pap- OH MY GOD!” “See?!” Tom exclaimed. You saw the spider he was talking about and understood his fear. It wasn’t a tiny one like you had imagined, but decently sized. Not quite as big as a tarantula, but midway between one of them and a regular house spider. You gulped. “Okay,” you whimpered, losing all of your confidence, but not yet your courage. You neared the spider, thinking aloud your plan to his boy friend. “A cup will still work. I just need to get the one in the bathroom.” You took a step back, heading towards the door while keeping a close eye on the spider. It slowly turned as if to look at you and without any warning it started walking towards you at the quick spontaneous pace spiders go at. You screamed. “Tom!” you yelled as you raced over to him, jumping into the bed and then to the desk he was crouched on, already too small for one person. Regardless of the space on the desk, he reached for you and helped you up, wrapping his arms around you to hold you steady as you both looked down upon your enemy who had stopped crawling. “I told you.” he half scolded as you rambled out an apology. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” You buried your face into Tom’s chest, briefly forgetting that he had nothing on until you smelled his aftershave. “You smell good.” You complimented, calmed by his scent. “Y/n, there’s still a spider.” he reminded you, your head jerking away immediately as a serious look overtook your face. “Right, sorry.” You two tried to plan something, anything to escape the spider, but nothing you came up with seemed like it would work. “We’re just going to have to sit this out.” you decided as Tom nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right.” You two adjusted positions on the desk, making the most of the limited space and hoping another Holland would arrive home soon. Just to your luck, you heard the front door open as Harry called through the door. “Tom? Y/n?” He was looking for you. “In here!” “We’re up in the bedroom!” You and Tom shouted for him, listening to his steps as he made his way to you both. You saw curly hair peak through the door as he walked in and stared at you two in confusion. “We’re being held hostage!” you exclaimed. Tom pointed down at the arachnid, exclaiming, “Look!” Harry moved to the other side of the bed as you had and shook his head laughing as he neared the very thing preventing you from leaving. You and Tom shouted at him, warning him to not go near it, but we’re shocked as he ignored you and grasped it between his thumb and index finger. “You’re both terrified over a piece of lint!” he laughed, but instead of grinning you and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes. “If that’s not the spider-“ you started. “-where did it go?” Tom finished. It was then that Harry let out a squeal and surprised you and Tom by jumping onto the desk with you, clearing finding the spider as it crawled out from under the bed. You dodged him, ducking into Tom’s lap as he curled into a little ball on the desk. “It’s going to get me!” he yelled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. “What are we going to do now? He was our shot at getting out of here.” you stated as Tom nodded. “I know, love. We’ll just have to wait for the next one.” And so you did, waited and after half an hour, the next Holland returned. This time it was Sam who called, wondering where Harry had gone. “In here!” You all called as he entered the scene, taken aback by all of you. “What are you doing? And Tom, why are you naked?” he asked. “I’ve got a towel on mate,” Tom responded, annoyed. “And never mind that, we’ve got a real problem on our hands.” You thought about it and tilted your head, looking back at him to disagree. “No, actually that’s a good question. Why wasn’t Harry more stunned about that?” You asked as you and Tom both turned to Harry who shrugged. “I travel with the both of you. I’ve learned just to accept, not ask.” “Seriously, what the bloody hell are you doing?” Sam asked, turning the conversation back. As if sensing him, the spider you had been watching crawled over to him and Sam immediately jumped up, making a bee line towards the desk and sliding into Harry’s lap, much to the other twin’s dismay. “Oi! Get your own spot!” Harry shouted, only to realize there was not any room left with the four of him. There was barely enough as it was. The only way for Sam to avoid the spider was to hid in the safety of his brother’s lap. You groaned and looked back to Tom. “When do your parents get home?” you asked, hoping it would be soon. Tom frowned, trying to comfort you by lightly kissed your cheek before breaking the news. “Not for another hour, at least.” You and the twins groaned, all three of you accepting your fate, to sit upon the desk. “Now that we’re stuck here, I think we should have sharing time. Tom you start, seriously, why are you naked?” Sam asked again. Almost an hour and a half had passed and finally, the four of you felt relief as the Holland parents walked through the door. “Boys! Come on out for dinner! You too y/n!” Nicki called. You all yelled for her and in response she and Dom both made their way to your hiding place. “Oh goodness!“ Nicki exclaimed at the sight of all of you packed on one tiny desk. “What’s going on in here?” Dom asked as all four of you rushed to explain at the same time, talking over each other while and not daring to move from the desk. They couldn’t understand what you were all on about. Nicki walked forward. “Alright, one at a time,” she started before noticing what you were all on about. The spider inched towards her. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Tom’s night stand and laid it over the creature, picking it up and throwing it in the bin without another word as her eyes went back to the lot of you. “Now, who’s going first?.” Your jaws all dropped.

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince [part four]

tom holland x actress!reader

series summary: when you're called in to fake date tom holland for two months to fix his public image, you never expect anything to blossom between the two of you...

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☆°・ chapter four ・°☆

The next month and a half passes by in a whirlwind of dates and public appearances with Tom. Despite your best judgement, you can’t help but curl into his side whenever he wraps his arm around you in a big crowd or subtly lean into what he’s saying at a restaurant. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’re definitely falling for Tom.

Tom honked the horn when he was outside your apartment and you checked over your outfit one last time before running out the door. You slip into the passenger seat, blinking when Tom leans over to kiss your cheek.

“Tom? What-”

“Y/N, meet the twins,” he says quickly, reminding you that you’re not alone. “You don’t know what kind of sacrifices I had to make to get them to sit in the back so you could have shotgun.”

“Oh, hey guys!” you twist around in your seat to smile at them. “Wow. You definitely are twins.” you say before you can stop yourself.

Sam snorts.

“You got yourself a smart one here, Tom.”

Tom flips his brother off and rests his hand on your thigh, as if to apologise for his div brothers. If you’d felt a few stray butterflies when you and Tom met, there was an entire ecosystem of butterflies in there now. He does it so casually, but if you looked closer you’d see the tips of his ears flushed bright red under his hair as he gauged your reaction.

“Right, you’re up now Y/N.” said Harry as he returned to the group after his turn. “You can’t put it off any longer.”

You sigh.

“I’ve literally never played before,” you give a general disclaimer as you take the club Tom held out for you.

You line yourself up near the ball and squint into the distance. You can’t even see where the hell this ball is meant to end up.

“So I just kind of whack it in that general direction?” you ask.

“Hold up,” Tom jogs over to you. “Let me give you a hand?”

You nod gratefully.

Tom stands behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you to grip the club over your hands. He rests his head right over your right shoulder.

“Right, bend your knees slightly love…yeah, that’s it.”

He presses his knees into yours to show you how much to bend them and you breathe in sharply as you can feel all of him pressed up against you.

“We’re going to do a practice swing, okay? So back like this…and then you’re gonna just bring it smoothly through,” he helps you practice. “Ready?”

You nod.

“He definitely did not teach me this thoroughly,” Sam whispers to Harry.

Tom tightens his grip on your hands and gently helps you swing your body back, then together you swing the club cleanly through the ball. He twists you slightly past your original position, pressing his right knee into the back of yours as the ball sails through the air.

“Look at it go!” you giggle and Tom cheers, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“You did so good, love!”

Tom takes the club from you gently, resting his hands on top of it behind your back. He smiles at you and leans in ever so slightly, his eyes fluttering closed-

Ahem. Sam and Harry clear their throats simultaneously, and you and Tom jump away from each other.

“Uhm-” you stutter. “Did we say we were gonna go get some lunch?”

“Yeah!” Tom agrees. “We were gonna go get some lunch. Let’s go get some lunch.”

He turns away from you and deposits the club back in its bag.

“Coming, you lot?”

Despite your awkward almost-kiss with Tom, he’s back to normal during lunch. You and Sam sit on one side of the table in a booth, with Tom and Harry sitting across from you in chairs. You and Tom find your legs entangling under the table and sharing giggly, flirty glances as the twins do their best to mortify Tom, sharing embarrassing childhood stories.

“Y/N, you’re definitely gonna have to come visit London so we can go golfing again when Tom comes home,” Harry laughs, wiping a stray tear of laughter away.

You blink.

“You’re going home?” you ask Tom. “When?”

Tom pales, mentally slapping Harry for spilling. Although to be fair, Harry had no way to know that Tom wouldn’t have told you, being his ‘girlfriend’ and all.

“Uh, I mean, at the end of November, so, next week.” he admits.

“Next week?!” you shriek, blushing as you realise how loud you’re being. “You’re leaving next week and you didn’t even tell me?”

“Hold on,” says Sam. “You didn’t know that Tom was coming home with us next week?”

You feel as though the room is spinning as you get up from the table, ignoring the boys’ calls to come back.

“I have to go,” you say helplessly. “I’ll get an Uber, I just don’t wanna be around you right now.”

The last thing you see is the stricken look on Tom’s face as you leave the restaurant, pulling out your phone to call an Uber through a wave of tears.

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for future me's reference, and anyone who cares as much about this character (""""") as i do, a hopefully comprehensive log of the now-unemployed local philosopher who doesn't believe in color television (a joke about the several TV broadcasts from lunar orbit done by the crew during the flight) as reported by ground control during the Apollo 10 moon mission:

day 2: A now unemployed philosopher has pointed out that due to your efforts color television has reached new heights.

day 3: It's been estimated that over a billion people have seen at least some of the television pictures from the Apollo 10. Whether you want to be or not, you're famous. But in spite of this enthusiasm, that now-unemployed local philosopher to whom we referred yesterday, says now he thinks color television is on its way out, way out.

day 4: And do you remember that unemployed local philosopher? He now says that while he believes in the future of color television, he thinks that because of your flight, it will go round and round in people's minds for a while yet.

day 6: Oh, yes, we heard again from that unemployed local philosopher. With all the excitement he lost his head and digressed from his favorite subject of color television to say that, "For three fellows who, by their own admission, could not figure out which way was up, you sure did a doggone respectable job yesterday."

day 7: Yes, I thought you might change your mind. By the way, the unemployed local philosopher now says that due to your efforts, color television is now on its way back.

day 8: And the unemployed local philosopher- He just showed up unexpectedly, and he says that color TV is on its way back, just as he predicted, and it's going to make a real splash around here pretty soon.

day 8, later: (Young, during telecast) This is your old retired philosopher speaking to you from outer space, and telling you that TV is on its way back.

full daily newspapers under the cut.

Day 2:

043:43:45 Lousma: Okay. You are right in the headlines. Among the biggest of news events of yesterday, were the three astronauts of Apollo 10. Millions of people throughout the world saw some or all of what one wire-service writer called the "Mini show". Tom Stafford was called the star, and John Young the supporting player, because he appeared upside-down throughout the show. Gene Cernan was listed as camera man. A now unemployed philosopher has pointed out that due to your efforts color television has reached new heights. Coleman Hawkins, jazz saxophonist, died at the age of 60. He was one of the innovators of Be-Bop during the late 1940's. President Nixon is reportedly in favor of keeping the 10-percent surtax past its deadline of June 30, 1969. His spokesman, speaking to a House of Representatives committee, proposed that the 10-percent surtax be extended to the end of this year, and then lowered to 5 percent. President Nixon also announced that he will meet with South Vietnamese President There within the next 2 weeks, probably at Midway Island or some other Pacific Ocean location. In the sports world, there were no major league baseball games played yesterday. Gardner Dickinson won the National Invitational Golf Tournament at Ft. Worth on Sunday with a two-under-par 278. The PGA tour moves to Atlanta this week for the Atlanta Classic. 043:45:31 Lousma: One closing note of special interest to the Apollo 10 crew is this story: Chief Winnie Red Fox of Philadelphia, who remembers his Uncle Crazy Horse fighting at the Little Big Horn, would like Man to leave the Moon alone because it's ruining the rainfall. The 99-year old Ogalala Sioux Chief summed up his reaction to the Apollo 10 moonshot in this manner, and I quote: "It doesn't seem to rain much since man started messing around with the Moon." [Laughter.] And we're tracking you guys out there now at 154,221 miles, and you have slowed down to 300 - 3,000 - correction 3,853 feet per second.

day 3:

070:31:06 Lousma: Roger. During the night, you entered the lunar sphere of influence: at 61:51, to be exact. And you are now 13,957 miles [25,848 km] from the Moon at 4,056 feet per second [1,236 m/s]. Technically, there is no change in the CSM systems status or your LM heater currents, and you are ahead of your Flight Plan on all consumables. And now the newspaper: the flight of Apollo 10 has been temporarily knocked out of the lead story position in the Houston Post. William Forster has resigned his position as Administrator of the Harris County Hospital, but never fear! As the Apollo 10 nears the Moon, news services around the world have followed the flight. It's been estimated that over a billion people have seen at least some of the television pictures from the Apollo 10. Whether you want to be or not, you're famous. But in spite of this enthusiasm, that now-unemployed local philosopher to whom we referred yesterday, says now he thinks color television is on its way out, way out. In other news highlights, Governor Nelson Rockefeller continues his South American tour. His reception in Peru was not too friendly. President Nixon will meet with South Vietnamese Premier Thieu on the island of Midway on June 8. Leaders of the Presbyterian Church, meeting in San Antonio, have called for the Nixon administration to restore diplomatic relations with Cuba. Texas International Airlines has won the privilege of sending the first plane into the new Houston International Airport on June 8; 99 VIPs will be aboard the flight that will depart from Hobby Airport and land at 1 minute after midnight. A 2-day open house featuring air show will be held on May 31 and June 1. The Soviet Union launched an unmanned spacecraft into orbit yesterday. It had been designated Cosmos 282. An old buddy of ours, world traveler Frank Borman, has arrived in Prague, Czechoslovakia, for the 12th plenary session of COSPAR. Although the Czech press did not mention Frank's arrival, there were several hundred people on hand to greet him. Frank waved back and said, "Hey, Hey." Frank doesn't speak Czech too well, you know. In sports news, it was Houston over Montreal 5 to nothing, and Cincinnati over Philadelphia 4 to nothing. In the American League, Detroit defeated Chicago 7 to 6, New York over Oakland 2 to 1, Washington beat Seattle 6 to 5, Cleveland over Kansas City 4 to 1, and Minnesota downed Baltimore 3 to 2 in 13 innings. In today's big sports story, the former scourge of the Big Ten, the University of Chicago, will resume intercollegiate football. This fall, the Maroons, once coached by the famous Amos Alonzo Stagg, will play such big midwestern football giants as Wheaten College, Lake Forest College, North Central Illinois, and Valparaiso at Indiana. That's the University of Chicago, that's a town up north, you know. In golf, today is Pro-Am day at the Atlanta Classic. That's today's newspaper.

day 4:

092:59:32 Lousma: Okay. One kind of interesting thing was John's horoscope this morning; says, "Everybody you know has something helpful to offer. Listen carefully while you make the rounds quickly. Put in a busy day and assemble your results in the evening." Now here goes the news. Springfield, Massachusetts: students at Springfield Technical College told President Edmund T. Garvey they were taking over the Administration Building. Garvey was nonplussed. The students, about 40 in number, marched into the building Wednesday night armed with mops, brooms, scrub brushes, and staged a "clean-in." They said they would clean all night. A student spokesman said the clean-in at the 1,200-member campus was to support the administrative policies of the 2-year-old school. Safi, Morocco: on Friday, Thor Heyerdahl will set out from here to cross the Atlantic in a papyrus boat. The man who must keep his papyrus boat together with rope and string bought his third wife this year, and is now complaining about the price. She cost about 60 dollars in Egypt, much more than the going rate in Chad, where Abu Debrine learned how to make papyrus boats and hitched onto Heyerdahl's expedition. If he succeeds in reaching Mexico in his boat, modeled after a 4,700-year-old Egyptian craft, Heyerdahl will consider he has strengthened the argument that the great early civilization of the Americas learned from the Pharaohs. Debrine is packing pictures of wives A and B, smiling side by side, into his kit for the reed boat trip. A photo of wife C, who has less seniority but is more expensive, gets a less prominent place. Good grief, Charlie Brown. Paris: Allied negotiators headed into the Vietnam talks today with what sources close to the meeting said were optimistic that discussions of proposals by President Nixon and the Viet Cong could bring progress. U.S. delegation sources said Henry Cabot Lodge, Chief U.S. negotiator, would comment, on the Viet Cong's 10-point peace plan Washington said included some points meriting further study. The chief North Vietnamese negotiator indicated he and his Viet Cong counterpart were still studying the Nixon eight-point proposal. Washington: Warren E. Burger, an Appeals Court judge with a reputation for being strong on law and order, was picked Wednesday by President Nixon to be Chief Justice of the United States. Burger, 61, a member of the U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Washington since he was appointed by President Dwight D. Eisenhower in 1956, is known as a strict constructionist, the type of judge Nixon promised to elevate to the court during his campaign, last fall. Plymouth, England: solo around the world sailor, Nigel Tetley, was pulled from the Atlantic by a tanker crew today when his boat sank 14 days from home. Tetley's wife, on hearing the news, said, "It is our home that is gone. All my pots and pans have gone to the bottom of the sea." Tetley was competing in a global race sponsored by a London newspaper. Moscow: Moscow TV showed the Apollo 10 astronauts in a 1-minute broadcast. It said it was live from the American space capsule. And do you remember that unemployed local philosopher? He now says that while he believes in the future of color television, he thinks that because of your flight, it will go round and round in people's minds for a while yet. Here is a sports story: Houston 3, Montreal 2, and Houston has just climbed out of the cellar. New York 5, Atlanta 0; Chicago at Los Angeles, a night game; just heard from the back room that Los Angeles beat Chicago. Over.

day 6:

18:58:40 Lousma: Okay, Apollo 10. You've got LOS and AOS. We are well caught up on information going up, so let's go up with the news now. Prague, Czechoslovakia: US astronaut Frank Borman, one of three lunar pioneers on the Apollo 8 Moon flight last year has been awarded the Czech Academy of Sciences Gold Medal for service to science and humanity. About 1,000 Czechs, shouting "Long live, glory, glory" greeted Borman, first American to win the award, as he stepped from the Academy building, Thursday. "By the end of 1970," Borman told the news conference, "we'll be able to take scientists and doctors of many nations on flights to the Moon." [Laughter.] New York: Johnny Carson was honored Thursday as the Performer of the Year by the International Radio and Television Society. Carson told the audience at the Americana Hotel that he was once chewed out by a station manager for oversleeping and missing a broadcast. "So I got cocky and told them that someday I would have my own network show and win an important award," Carson said. And the station manager said, "The day that happens, they'll send a man to the Moon." Hong Kong: Communist Chinese authority [laughter] - thought you'd get a chuckle out of that. Communist Chinese authorities have confiscated a Hong Kong fishermans permit because he played hookey from Mao Tse Tung's thought study classes. A Hong Kong government spokesman said today, "The licenses allowed him to operate in Hong Kong and Chinese waters." Washington: one of our old friends, Charles A. Lindbergh, the Lone Eagle of pioneer aviation, says rocket pioneer Robert Goddard told him in 1929 a Moon voyage was theoretically impossible, theoretically impos - correction - theoretically possible, but economically improbable. In a rare public utterance, the reporters and news photographers barred, Lindbergh philosophized about the future of American aviation, and reminisced about Goddard. He said Goddard told him it was possible to send a multistage rocket to the Moon; then he smiled a little bit and said, "It might cost a million dollars and of course that was out." [Laughter.] Carlton, England: Fred Alder, 67, saved all his life to buy an 11-bedroom house on the sea to give children from poor homes a vacation. "It's the happiest day of my life," Alder said, as the first contingent of 20 youngsters arrived at the house that cost him almost $20,000. He said 200 children will have 10 days at his new seaside home by the end of summer. And a trust fund has been set up for the future. Oh, yes, we heard again from that unemployed local philosopher. With all the excitement he lost his head and digressed from his favorite subject of color television to say that, "For three fellows who, by their own admission, could not figure out which way was up, you sure did a doggone respectable job yesterday." And here's the sports news. Houston beat Montreal 7 to 4. Atlanta beat New York 15 to 3. And the Cubs defeated Los Angeles last night 3 to 1. John Young has had these interesting astrocasts. Today it is, "Keep all operations above board. Confidential transactions are apt to blow up later with considerable embarrassment for all. Travel is better postponed; the people you would go to see are not yet set for the visit." [Laughter.] And in the golf world, at the Atlanta Classic, the first round leaders are George Knudson and Jackie Cupit, under par, 67. That's the news. Over.

day 7:

145:58:52 Lousma: OK. Apollo 10 morning newscast from the Manned Spacecraft Center Public Affairs Office. Everybody's really raving about your latest television pictures. They say, the television pictures of the Moon beamed to Earth from Apollo 10 shortly after TEI are being described as the most spectacular of the mission. Because of the early morning schedule for much of the U.S., the transmission is being replayed at various hours throughout the day. However, the consensus of opinion here is the same as yours, utterly fantastic. Aside from the Apollo 10 news, here is a summary of other news highlights and a look at sports. President Nixon took time off from his busy schedule to enjoy a band concert on the White House lawn yesterday with the Soviet Ambassador Dobrynin. Music was provided by the University of Minnesota Concert Band that had just returned from a concert tour of the Soviet Union. Dobrynin was so pleased with the concert that he suggested that the tuba player be named Secretary of State. Both Dobrynin and President Nixon were observed tapping their toes and clapping hands as the band played "Minnesota, Hats Off To Thee." Another historic voyage was scheduled to begin today from the coast of Morocco. Norwegian adventurer Thor Heyerdahl was scheduled to leave the North African coast for an ocean voyage to the Caribbean Islands. Remember, he's the guy who had the crewman aboard that had three wives, the last one costing the outrageous sum of 60 bucks. Anyway, Heyerdahl and his crew of six are sailing in an exact copy of an ancient Egyptian sailing vessel. The boat is made of papyrus reeds. The U.S. Senate is expected to give quick confirmation of Judge Warren Burger as the new Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Chief Justice-Designate Burger is reported to be a law-and-order-type judge.

The City of Houston is without a symphony orchestra. Musicians rejected a 3-year contract proposal yesterday. Andre Previn also conducted his last concert with the orchestra. Former Governor John Connally told graduating students of the University of Saint Thomas that, despite the problems within the United States, our country is the greatest organized society this world has ever known. Connally received an honorary doctorate at the school's commencement exercises. Here's a look at sports. The Astros shut out the New York Mets last night by a score of 7 to 0. A crowd of almost 11,000 saw Tom Griffin pitch a five-hit shutout, striking out 13 batters. The Cubs' Ken Holtzman shut out San Diego 6 to 0, and it was Philadelphia 6, Atlanta 2. The Cubs now lead their division by five games while Houston is nine games out of first place in the Western Division of the National League. One of these days Oklahoma will have a baseball team. The weather is good for time trials at the Indianapolis Speedway. The weather is good for time trials at the Indianapolis Speedway today. A.J. Foyt and Roger McCluskey are expected to battle it out for the pole position. In previous runs around the track, Foyt has done over 172 miles an hour [277 kph] and McCluskey over 170 miles per hour [274 kph]. Mario Andretti smashed into a wall yesterday and totaled his Lotus-Ford, but was not seriously injured. He came back to drive a test lap in his backup car at a speed of 169 miles an hour [272 kph]. Foyt will try to win an unprecedented fourth "Indy 500" race. Augie Erturth is reported to have resigned his post as assistant athletic director at Rice University. Athletic Director Bo Hagan is expected to make the announcement today and appoint a successor to Erturth. Pete Brown shot a 66 to take the halfway lead in the Atlanta Classic Golf Tournament. After 36 holes, Brown has a card of 135. And the big name golfers are all down in the pack, three to six strokes off the pace. Boxer George Forman has signed up a manager and will make his professional boxing debut at Madison Square Garden in June. The 1968 Olympic champ is, according to his new manager, Houston's first heavyweight champion of the world. The Dallas Cowboys yesterday announced that reserve quarterback Jerry Rhome has been traded to the Cleveland Browns. In return, the Browns will set an undisclosed 1969 draft choice. The Cowboys will still have Don Meredith and Craig Morton in addition to Roger Staubach the former Navy great who joins the team this fall. And a final note, preparations are being made for a hero's welcome for the Apollo 10 crew at Pago Pago. Governor Owen Aspinall says he will personally supervise the welcoming. Over.

146:04:11 Stafford: [Laughter.] Roger. Houston. That's quite a bit of news. And tell the governor down in Pago Pago we appreciate it but he doesn't have to go to any special effort. Over. 146:04:24 Lousma: Yes. Well. I didn't read the last sentence here. It said. "Maybe there will be dancing girls there"; But now you know. And by the way, the unemployed local philosopher now says that... 146:04:36 Stafford: Oh, well. If he wants to go to the special effort. 146:04:41 Lousma: Yes, I thought you might change your mind. By the way, the unemployed local philosopher... 146:04:46 Stafford: [Garble]. 146:04:47 Lousma: ...now says that due to your efforts, color television is now on its way back. 146:04:59 Stafford: Roger. Give our best to the unemployed philosopher there. And that total situation down in Samoa sounds like it's - Is that going to be a top hat or topless type of affair? Over. 146:05:24 Lousma: Just come as you are, Tom.

day 8:

163:14:04 Lousma: Hey, Gene. I've got your astrocast here. We're trying to whip up some news, but I think it will be a while. Yours is... 163:14:13 Cernan: OK. Go ahead. 163:14:14 Lousma: This Sunday may find you in some quandary over home conditions. There should be some help available. Don't make smart remarks about Marines. 163:14:31 Cernan: Who wrote that? Did the great philosopher write that? 163:14:36 Lousma: The unemployed philosopher. He's got the day off today. 163:14:46 Cernan: Im still waiting for that special song. 163:14:53 Lousma: And here's John's. His money has to be spent today on institutions and the use of them for various purposes. Take the time to check everything out before doing anything drastic. Finding out the "why" in a situation may be more important than any other determination. 163:15:16 Young: They got me there, all right. 163:15:23 Lousma: Yes. And, Tom. Your relatives and neighbors expect to see you this Sunday. Do the amenities gratefully. Make the rounds; there are gifts for you here and there. Then seek solitude. Reprimand all those in your command who make smart remarks about Marines. Over. 163:15:44 Stafford: [Laughter.] 163:15:57 Stafford: Tremendous, Jack. Just tremendous. 163:16:02 Cernan: Hey, Jack. Don't you call us. We'll call you. 163:16:13 Young: Are you just coming on duty, or are you leaving? 163:16:16 Lousma: Just coming on. 163:16:20 Cernan: Oh, my golly. 163:16:22 Lousma: I've been out guarding the gate all night, of course. 163:16:29 Stafford: [Laughter.]

167:14:59 Lousma: Apollo 10, Houston. We've got another news item here. In the Atlanta Classic, Bruce Crampton is leading. In second place by two strokes, Bert Yancy, Bruce Develin, and Gary Player. And the unemployed local philosopher- He just showed up unexpectedly, and he says that color TV is on its way back, just as he predicted, and it's going to make a real splash around here pretty soon. 167:15:28 Stafford: [Laughter.] Roger. Thank you very much for the news there, Jack.

day 8 telecast:

186:56:03 Lousma: Roger, Tom. And I think the people around the world are kind of sad to see this to be the last TV shots from space for a while, and I know that they've been very interested and enthusiastic about the pictures and the total flight. 186:56:22 Stafford: Roger. It's kind of a feeling of the same way for us not to see these beautiful views. Of course, we're certainly looking forward to being back on the good Earth in about 5 hours. And it's really been a fantastic overall flight for us, and some of the experiences that we've had all the way, from liftoff on the Saturn V to seeing the Earth and Moon, the lunar orbit work, and the climb out from the Moon and all the way back. And why don't we take you inside the cockpit for one quick minute? 186:57:31 Lousma: OK. We have it inside the cabin now, Tom, and weve got a pretty good look at a clean shaven Command Module pilot there. 186:57:42 Young: This is your old retired philosopher speaking to you from outer space, and telling you that TV is on its way back. 186:57:54 Lousma: Roger. Thank you for those words from the old retired philosopher. 186:57:59 Young: We have a little more work to do and then we'll be back with you and it will sure be great to be back. It's been utterly unbelievable, the mission has. We've really enjoyed every bit of it, so until we see you again, we'll say so long.

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