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The way I loved you

summary - you and Peter break up but then you come to realise that you cannot love anyone the way you loved him

angst, fluff? and based on the song "The way I loved you" by Taylor Swift

I imagined Andrew's Peter Parker while writing this but this can be used for whichever you like <3

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He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better He opens up my door and I get into his car And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

You and Peter had broken up, sporadically, this time you were the one who ended things, Peter was always there telling you how dangerous it was for the two of you to be together and the chances of you being in agonizing danger were always dialed up but it was your choice, you absolutely loved Peter Parker but he couldn't keep doing this to you, this was the third time Peter told you that it was unsafe for you to date him and this time you were done, you couldn't take it anymore so you broke things off yourself, even though Peter was hurt he felt you made the right choice and seeing that he was okay with it made you madder. So here you were, 2 weeks later going out with Jeremy Stones. He was a great guy, he was sensible and incredible, always on time, complimented you at all times, and made sure you were always comfortable. Liz and Susan were impeccably jealous of you as Jeremy was anything but a dream. Of course, you Jeremy but there was always something incomplete whenever the two of you were together, Liz and Susan were your friends, but they were very ignorant of your feelings for Peter Parker. Gwen and MJ were conflicted with the idea of you going out with Jeremy Stones, you had to move on someday but knowing what you and Peter were it was easy to tell there was something off with you.

Maybe it was the Monday blues or Jeremy constantly ranting about how yellow is a much better colour than pink, you were exhausted and done, as you started to take your belongings out of your locker, your gaze fell on Peter Parker, soon enough his eyes met yours, you surely needed a map cause you kept getting lost in his eyes, he had those beautiful brown orbs, the perfect doe eyes that could have anybody mesmerized, he passed you a small smile but you could see the sadness in his eyes, he looked tired but still managed to look like the cutest boy ever, his hair was all fluffy, eyes a little red and demeanor a little lousy, then your eyes fell on his nose, broken again and how he had a band-aid on his forehead, you missed Peter more than you thought you would. You were sure if you looked any longer, you'd surely end up in tears so you hurried to get your books out and rush to class and missed how Jeremy was going to bid you with a kiss but you couldn't care any less.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

It started to rain, usually, you loved the rain but this time it was tormenting. Peter and you would always go out in the rain, no matter how many times you'd end up sick but he was always there to take care of you, what you loved the most was the way Peter kissed you when it rained, it always bought you warmth and comfort more than any jacket or umbrella could provide. His hands would go around your waist as yours would settle on his shoulders, he would gently pull you in 'till the two of you were completely flush against each other, you loved the way how he'd always keep his warm palm on your cheek and then lean in, savoring you like he'd never see you again, holding you so close as if he was afraid of almost losing you, the way his grip on your waist would tighten and his nose would brush lightly against yours never failed to make your stomach surrounded with butterflies.

Dating Peter had a fair share of moments that you loved and moments that you dreaded, you would always tell him to be careful while he was out patrolling but he never really paid much attention to it, the scars and wounds always scared you and had you worried, no matter how much you fought or how much his injuries scared you, you were always there to take care of him, hell you made a first aid kit just for him and learned how to give stitches, these little things you did made Peter's stomach flip all the time. The two of you sitting together in your bedroom at 2 am, him laying half naked on your bed and you tending to his wounds, it was in these moments that the two of you realised how much you loved each other. It was a roller coaster kind of rush and you never knew you could feel that much because that's the way you loved him.

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will He's close to my mother Talks business with my father He's charming and endearing And I'm comfortable

One afternoon when Jeremy plans to drop you home, you think of inviting him over because it would be rude to let him leave, however you were completely unaware that your parents were at home, they knew about Peter and adored him like their own but were equally heartbroken when they got the news of your break up. Them meeting Jeremy was a whiplash to you, Jeremy being the social bee he is, engrossed himself in a conversation about the share market with your father and helped your mother with her cookies, he was endearing but there was always something missing whenever you were with him. You faked him a smile when he looked at you and smiled back, he had no realisation or idea of what were you feeling but that did not bother you in any way, in fact you couldn't care less.

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

He was too perfect, way too good for you and you didn't want that all, you missed the spontaneity and wildness that drove you crazy, maybe breaking up with Peter was a mistake, he was all you wanted, you couldn't love anybody the way you loved him, not even perfect Jeremy and you had to tell him you can't do this anymore, no matter how hard it is on him, you can't lead him on any further.

After you broke the news to Jeremy, he was upset but he understood where you were coming from, he had seen the relationship you had with Peter, any person who wasn't blind could easily tell that the two of you were meant to be together and he couldn't do anything about it so he left with one last hug and a comforting kiss on the cheek, now you could finally wallow yourself in self-pity and the stupid pain that came with losing Peter Parker. You'd always wear his maroon sweatshirt while going to bed, the best part about it was it never lost its Peter Parker scent, no matter how many times you'd put it in the wash, it always managed to enrapture that beautiful smell. Peter Parker smells like warmth and comfort: apple pie, honey, cinnamon, wet earth, and peppers.

The light tapping on your window broke your stupor and you just knew who it was, you had never run this fast in your life to open a damn window. And there he was, Peter Parker, in all his glory, surprisingly without the spider suit and his bruises, to say you were aghast was an understatement but the happiness you felt was truly intoxicating. You finally let him in as he closed the window while entering inside. He gives you a good lookover and releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Hi", that was all he said, this shouldn't bring a smile to your face and you do your best to hide it but he sees it anyway. "Um, I was just passing by and Jeremy told me you guys broke up and you seemed a little upset the past few days, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we broke up and I'm okay just tired, what about you, how's May?"

"I'm okay I guess and May, well, she's doing good, she was asking about you, she just misses you, a lot", you know he's trying to convey his emotions through May, you have known him long enough to know all of his antics so you play in to.

"I miss her too", but you actually meant it as well, May was one of the kindest, most hardworking, and brave people you had ever met, of course, you missed her, the two of you shared a special bond that Peter had grown to love so much.

The two of you look at each other with great longing and the tension in the room is palpable and thick, you don't know who was the first one to close the gap between the two of you, as you both find yourself in each other's embrace, Peter hugs you tight, careful not to hurt you with his super strength and you snuggle your face into the collar of his jacket, finally experiencing how is it to have him this close to you. The two of you stay like that for at least 10 minutes but felt like only 10 seconds, he could never get enough of you. And finally the moment you had been waiting for, he leans in and so do you, and your lips lock into the softest kiss you've ever experienced, the kiss is everything you could have ever asked for, it feels like home. And just like that you know you'll never love anyone the way you love Peter Parker.

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME – THE MORE FUN STUFF VERSION (dir. Jon Watts, 2021)

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Can I just say, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

This was adorable

Thirty Reasons I Love You (t.h)

summary: tom struggles to find a meaningful gift for your birthday

fluff, established relationship, small mentions of NSFW gifts, boyfriend!tom

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When it came to your birthday, Tom was stuck. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to buy you a luxury gift, clearly. His problem lay in finding you a meaningful gift. In past years, he'd usually resorted to a nice necklace with an extraordinarily high price tag, along with a large bouquet of flowers and a box of fancy chocolates. You always appreciated his gifts with a grin and a kiss, but never without the reminder that it wasn't necessary. You'd be just as happy with a handwritten card and a chocolate bar from the store. Tom usually rolled his eyes with the explanation that he just wanted to spoil you, but this year he was determined to listen.

His plan begun by dragging Harry and Harrison any number of luxury gift stores, pulling his beanie lower over his curls when he was met by paps who might spoil where he was shopping for you.

"Mate seriously, she'll like anything you get her." sighed Harry, scuffing his shoes along the floor as he trailed after Tom.

"Yeah, why don't you just get her this?" asked Harrison, pointing to the nearest gift on display, a floral patterned box boasting a large collection of moisturizers and expensive hair products.

Tom glanced at it, sighing in defeat.

"It just doesn't scream Y/N, you know?"

"I know what screamed Y/N too many times last night for me to get any sleep." muttered Harry as he flopped down onto a sofa, wincing at how uncomfortable it was.

Harrison nudged him, knowing teasing Tom wouldn't get them home anytime quicker.

"What if you made her something?" he suggested.

Tom quirked one eyebrow.

"Like what?"

"Uhmm," Harrison panicked, not expecting Tom to even allow him to elaborate. "A drawing? Something that tells her how much you love her."

Tom scoffed lightly, before blinking as he fully took in what Harrison was saying and the skeleton of an idea began to form.

"Right you divs, let's get out of here." he said, yanking Harry up who cheered.

"We've got to go to the craft store." he grinned, causing Harry to simply flop onto the floor in despair.

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"Open Tom's next." suggested Tuwaine, picking up the flat gift and handing it over. The group had retired to the conservatory in the late afternoon to eat cake and watch you open your gifts. You'd already received gifts in a varying range of stupid, funny and dirty from the boys and only Tom's gift was left.

You wiggled your eyes at him as you shook it gently, trying to decipher what could be inside. As you flipped it over and began to slip your nail underneath the tape, Tom suddenly reached out to grasp your wrist.

"Wait!" he yelled and you blinked in surprise. "Can you- can we- can you open this one in our room?" he asked, receiving hoots and wolf-whistles from the boys.

"It's a sexy gift!" cheered Harrison. "Good for you Tom, I didn't think you had the balls for it."

Tom rolled his eyes.

"I have the- nevermind. Love?" he guided you to stand up, bringing you inside and leading you down the hallway.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, sitting down on your side of the bed with Tom next to you.

"Yeah," he said uncertainly. "I just didn't want you to open it around all them in case you hate it."

Intrigued, you peeled the tape off and slid off the thick wrapping paper, gasping when around thirty small cards fell out, spreading over your and Tom's laps.

"Shit, sorry" you said as Tom chuckled, picking the cards up and depositing them back in your hands. He didn't say anything, only watching your face intensely as he tried to gage your reaction.

You picked up the first card, tracing a finger over the wobbly words written in bright shades of glitter glue.

Thirty Reasons I Love You

You slid the card to the back, inspecting the next one on the pile

You always watch Love Island with me even though you say you despise it.

You giggle, moving onto the next card.

You look sexy even when you're doing the dishes or washing your hair.

You always listen to my problems and know when to help me find a solution and when to just let me rant.

You come to golf with me and the boys even though I know it's not your thing.

You always tell me how proud you are when we go to a premiere of a movie I'm in.

You're the best cuddler and always hold me if I wake up in the night and can't get back to sleep.

You look after me and I trust you with my life.

You're my best friend.

"Tom," you say quietly, sniffling.

"Do you like it?" he asks worriedly. "I can get you something else too if you want. We could go shopping, or-"

"Tom." you interrupt him, placing a finger over his lips. "I love it," you whisper. "This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever given me."

Tom blushes as he pulls you closer, pressing his lips to yours softly and tracing the outline of your cheek with his hand.

After a minute you pull away, hearing the boys getting rowdy outside as they waited for you to return.

"We'd better get back," you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

Tom nods, rising to his feet and offering you a hand to pull yourself up.

"Thank you for the gift, baby. I'll keep it forever." you say into his ear as he wraps an arm around your shoulders leading you out of the room. He presses his lips to your forehead, squeezing you into his warmth.

"Happy birthday, baby."

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Was looking at this moodboard i hit rb on from a while back and realised that I literally just found my own peter parker¡¡!!

thank you!! I'm glad you liked it

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all roads lead to…|masterlist

story summary: when your long time boyfriend breaks up with you and leaves you to find himself in Italy because you’re not spontaneous enough, you follow him to prove him wrong. Along the way you meet Tom , who recently went through a breakup himself, and might help you believe hate at first sight exists. Your trip trying to find your ex in small italian towns will become a desperate call for help, trying to help your new enemy get his relationship back by fake dating, sharing beds, getting lost and finding romance in dubious spots; all while falling in love with the country and the romance of it. Will your trip help you find your ex, yourself, your Romeo and Juliet story or finally lead you to Rome?

New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)

pairing: tom holland x reader

tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood

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So, y’all voted and we have a winner for the “lead man” in this new fic, first chapter coming Friday 24th 9pm CDT.

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Sydney Sweeney for Savage X Fenty

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Only day you can rb this

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A/N : This was a bit of self indulgent because I myself have a bad habit of biting my nails lol. Can be read for both mcu and tasm peters. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you have a habit of biting your nails when stressed out so Peter decides to help you get rid of it by painting your nails.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : fluff

“A little more and you’re gonna chew your whole thumb off.” You hear Peter say as you stop chewing on your thumbnail and lift your gaze from the book on your lap to him.

“You know I can’t help it when I’m stressed.” You huffed with a pout. “And tomorrow we’ve this seminar, so major stress!”

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PISTOLWHIP | vii. worth it

synopsis:peter parker is in love with his high school best friend, michelle jones, and you are in love with peter’s roommate, harry osborn. when mj and harry start dating, you and peter test your limits in a situation that “benefits” the both of you. how far will the two of you go to satisfy each others’ loneliness?

genres: university au, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, fake dating, unrequited love

warnings: explicit content (18+), smut, alcohol usage

wc: 6.3k

a/n: welcome to worth it by beabadoobee. this took so long to write YIKES and i don’t love it but once you get to the smut you might for forgive me. i can’t believe pistolwhip is coming to a close but i simply have not plotted further than this. tell me how this series makes you feel, send me love letters, send me arsenic, etc.

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In the middle of the night, Peter had gotten too hot in his hoodie to stay in it, and so you’d woken up before him in a bit of a shock. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before – his large biceps and carved stomach were more than impressive. This you knew. What you hadn’t known was the amount that Peter’s body could take in one night, because lined along his sides are fresh bruises in bloom.

You didn’t notice in the dimness of last night. It’s strange to see him like this in the early morning, fast asleep like a newborn lamb but inside a body that’s been mythologized by strangers. You realize this now as you caress the moon-shaped pink of his cheekbone and his crooked nose. 

From all the recklessness the two of you have gone through, both the unholiness and heavenly thing of your limbs entwined together, God must’ve slipped in some kind of ruin in between your bodies. The aftermath is only shown on Peter’s body, it seems, and it feels a bit selfish that you want to keep him to yourself when you know that this is what he looks like after a night of saving the city. The boy you love is loved by everyone else. Even between two different boys, this was true before and this is true now.

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𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐩

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐦𝐣 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤 

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭

“That’s absolutely crazy, I’m so not doing that!” You exclaimed, albeit a little too loudly, immediately regretting your reaction when students turned from their books to look at you, annoyed looks painted on their faces. You bite your lip, shooting them a sheepish smile before you turned back to MJ.

It was Midtown High’s final exams in a week’s time so it wasn’t really a surprise that the usually empty library was packed full with students, and you’ll most probably be kicked out if you pull another stunt like that, not that you wanted to.

It’s just, well, your friend had just come up with another one of her astronomical ideas.

It wasn’t a very well-kept secret that you had a huge crush on Peter Parker, your best friend since elementary school, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was your lab partner too, and despite the fact that you were over the moon that you got to see him almost every day, spending every waking minute with him with that huge secret proved to be a lot more difficult than you thought it to be because with every small smile that Peter gave you, you swore your heart was racing in your chest every glance made your cheeks heat up and every time your eyes meet his hazel ones, you swear you almost combust.

So, Michelle being, well, Michelle, decided to come up with a plan because according to her, she had enough of you pining after a certain Peter Parker.

And that great plan of hers includes you kissing your best friend, which you totally didn’t think about at all.

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𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆 -𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏. 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. -𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

[parkersmaterialgirl]

when you get to THAT part of a song and just turn the volume to max, push your earphones even deeper into your ears, relax your body and close your eyes to absorb it fully ??? out of the world experience me thinks

[parkersmaterialgirl]

harry and flo in the dwd teaser

[parkersmaterialgirl]

“Darling, I know you were the smartest in our class scoring straight As but I’ve to say sometimes you act silly which is totally cute by the way.” he snickered.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hey can u write abt yn meeting Tom's parents of its complicated

Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

It's Complicated (roommate au)

Meeting his parents

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Y/N just relax.” Tom watched you chug down the whole glass of champagne which the flight attendant handed you a few seconds ago. You were doing fine when you boarded the jet at New York, then both of you made sure to get yourselves included in the mile high club as well but as the pilot had announced that you were half an hour away from landing at the private airport in London you were all nerves.

“I can't.” You said feeling all jittery.

“Why what's wrong?” 

“What's wrong? Tom, I thought you were business class rich, not a private jet kind of rich.” 

That made him laugh. “What difference does it make?” 

“A lot.” you looked at him incredulously. “You are like royalty having people at your beck and call to do all your work. And here I am, a nobody. Will your parents even accept me as your wife?” you sighed with remorse.

“Darling, I know you were the smartest in our class scoring straight As but I’ve to say sometimes you act silly which is totally cute by the way.” he snickered.

“Stop laughing Tom, it's not funny. I’m literally panicking over here and you’re sitting there enjoying.” you huffed annoyed. 

“Ok, ok I’m sorry, love.” he stood up and sat next to you. “You are so perfect you really have nothing to worry about honestly. It isn’t any kind of interview, I just want you to meet them.” he said. “You don’t know how excited they are, especially my mum the number of times she has called this whole week to know what you like and don’t like. If it were to her she would have us married by this weekend.” Tom chuckled and then touched your face gently looking into your eyes. “And I love you, that's all that matters.” He leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips and you were already feeling a lot less nervous.

After landing you went through security check in and then grabbed your luggage. At the exit a car was already waiting for you. A middle aged man stepped out of the driver's seat. He was very neatly dressed in a polo t-shirt and dark trousers as he walked towards you with a huge smile.

“Dad?”

“How are you son?”

“I’m good but you needn’t have to come to pick us up. Sanders could have done that.”

“Your mother’s strict orders I must go and welcome our future daughter-in-law myself. And you don’t say no to your wife Tom. This is the first most important lesson you need to know.” he said with a boisterous laugh.

“I’m Edward Holland.” he stuck out his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you shook his hand meekly. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” he said with a fatherly tone. “We can talk further on the way, let's get going or else we will be late for lunch.”

Once the bags were loaded you and Tom climbed on the back seat as his father pulled out the car from the parking lot and drove towards their mansion. The weather in London was cloudy with overcast skies and light drizzle. The city had a vintage vibe with all the Victorian architecture you noticed during the drive. A smile crept at the corner of Tom’s lips seeing you all mesmerised with his hometown. He laced his hands with your giving it a light squeeze. You turned to look at him. “This place is beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” he said rubbing his thumb over your hand.

It was a two hour long drive to his childhood home, a huge mansion in the suburbs. As soon as you reached the front door it opened immediately revealing a red headed woman. It was Tom’s mom you recognized from the few video chats you had in the past.

“Tom!” she cried hugging her son tightly. “You finally found some time to visit your mother.”

“Mum… you know I’ve to handle the whole NY division of our company.”

“Ok, ok I understand.” she snickered. “It’s so good to see you.” 

Tom stepped back from her embrace and gestured towards you. “Mum, this is Y/N.”

“Ah it’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” she took both of your hands in hers smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. Holland.” you smiled widely in return.

“Oh please call me Iris.” she said. “I feel so old when people call me Mrs. Holland.” 

“Because you’re old, mum.” Tom teased.

Iris swatted her son on his arm playfully. “You’re a menace, you know that.”

“And yet you love me the most.” he said sweetly.

“Ok, ok now come inside. I’ve lots to catch up with Y/N.”

After Iris gave you a short tour of the house you were sitting in the main dining room around the large mahogany table enjoying your lunch which was delicious.

“Is the food to your liking Y/N.” Iris asked.

“Yes it’s truly delicious.” you replied.

“I hear you work in an IT firm.” Edward said.

“Yes, I head the software developing team.”

“That’s wonderful and what do your parents do?”

“Both my mom and dad are professors at Boston university.” you informed.

“Oh so you’ve an academic background that’s great!” he said with admiration.  “You see Tom’s grandfather started as a carpenter but then with little luck and a lot of hard work he expanded the business and now we’re a big name in the whole housing business.”

“That’s inspiring.” you said.

“So when are you planning to have the wedding?” Iris asked.

“We haven’t decided yet.” Tom answered.

“Then you should so that we can talk to Y/N’s parents.” she said excitedly. “I can’t wait to see my youngest son happily married.”

“Mum, just slow down, you're going to scare Y/N now.” Tom chuckled.

“Oh I’m so sorry I don’t mean to overwhelm you.” 

“It’s alright I understand your concern.” you smiled.

“I was always worried that my youngest son would never find love again but then one day he called and started talking about this lovely girl he met and wants to spend his life with her. I could feel the happiness in his voice the way he spoke about you.” her eyes were misty as she spoke. “And now that I’ve met I’m glad it’s you.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” you blushed.

“No need to thank me, just give me some grandkids to spoil and I’ll be happy.”

“Mum!” Tom screeched.

“What? You do have plans to have kids someday don’t you?” she looked at you both expectantly. Though you and Tom haven’t had any serious conversation about having kids but seeing Tom all flustered you knew he wanted them too.

“Umm yes but nothing in the immediate future.” you said coyly.

“That’s fine, take your time, there's no rush.” she said. “Tom was the chubbiest of my three sons with these round cheeks and head full of dark hair. I’m going to show you the photo album later.”

“Oh no…” Tom groaned.

You leaned towards him and whispered, smiling. “I really like your mom.”

(p.s - from now on I'll be trying to use original characters for Tom's family in all my original au's, though I might use the boys as face claims .)

[parkersmaterialgirl]

um I’m already a milf. I’m the eldest daughter.

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sorry, i dont make the rules here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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uncharted deleted scene #magellan’s not the only one who got robbed