Over 90 self insert works all written by the lovely HufflepuffHolland.
Her blog is now deleted, and with her permission I have collected all of her writing here for your viewing pleasure!
Includes fics for:
Tom Holland
Peter Parker
Harrison Osterfie...
Artwork for Slytherin!Tom & Hufflepuff!Reader made by my love Bila aka @trashholland 💚🖤 + 💛🖤 (I literally cried, thank you so much again. I love you!)
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"So, you up for it?" I laughed lightly, taking Tom's proposal as a joke. We had been hanging around each other for a few weeks now – almost a month and a half, actually. We hadn't been on an 'actual' date, hell, I didn't even know if that's what Tom wanted. Sometimes he'd come off as more friendly than usual, then he'd distance himself. We only ever really talked outside of class, when he wasn't around his Slytherin path. Something like that might've thrown me off, but he had defended me every time one of his 'friends' ridiculed me. So, I left it alone.
"A quidditch match?" Tom shrugged, sitting up on my bed as he watched me pace around, looking for my Charms book. "Why would I want to go to a quidditch match? I don't even thoroughly understand it." Tom laughed, causing me to smile, just like his laugh always did.
"I don't know! We could go together – my buddy's part of the team–."
"And by 'buddy' you mean Nicholas? The same Nicholas who doesn't make his disgust toward me the least bit subtle?" Tom's shoulders slouched – I knew he wasn't anything like Nicholas, which made me confused as to why he'd want to associate himself with him. "I'm sorry, I just don't get it."
"Don't get what?" I could tell Tom was quickly becoming annoyed with the subject, but I couldn't drop it. I wanted – no, needed – to know why Tom gave Nicholas the time of day.
"Why are you friends with him?" Drop it, Hufflepuff. I shook my head, trying to shake the voice inside of my head out – trying to silence the rational part of me.
"This again?" Tom got up from the bed, walking up to me. "Nicholas – he's been my friend since I was assigned Slytherin – a lot of people didn't think I belonged here. They punked me around – Nick, he saw something in me."
"And that's your standard? Nicholas' standards are yours? That seems a little low, in my opinion. You could be so much better–!" Tom's chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breaths quick as he walked up to me, causing me to stumble back slightly, colliding with my desk.
