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peterparklr · 3 years

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can’t control it | t.h.

request: ‘Can you like a tom or timothee (id like a tom but whatever your comfortable with its okay) where they are in like an argument and in the middle of the argument tom or tim said something really hurtful and its just fluff at the end (is okay if your not comfortable writing this tho👁️👄👁️)’

tw: dad!tom, language, angst, & fluff.

a/n: gif is mine, if u use give credit. this felt very rushed, and i know it isn’t my best work and that i could’ve done better. i just wanted to do something good, at least. so if it’s not what you wanted i apologize ahead of time. things happened too fast, and there’s a lot i need to do better and brush up on. requests are open.

∘₊✧─── “AND how’s daddy’s little lovie doing today?” tom was referring to delilah, the two year old curly haired, and light brown eyed toddler. she wearing a onesie today, with care-bears displayed about its white fabric. her chocolate ponytail, is floppy and her fly always are atrocious. yet she was still tom’s little girl, however she just woke up from a nap and was entirely too grumpy for his liking. his eyes darted from you to her, swallowing her in his arms after coming back home from an exhausting day of shooting for spider man three. meanwhile, your day consisted of laundry, dusting, vacuuming and all of the house wife duties, per say.

the worst part is tom was gone so much that he found being at home a vacation. in the past three months, he’s seen you and delilah twice.

the fact that he was gone didn’t bother you, it was the fact that while he was away filming he didn’t even bother to call and ask how delilah was. you didn’t care about yourself, but tom can’t go off and forget about his life when he’s acting. it’s as if he’s taking his job a little too literal.

if only you know that he didn’t text because you figured you had it handled. you’d been doing it for two years with him in and out, what’s the difference now? but, just because you tolerate it doesn’t mean you like it. you weren’t one to bring up problems or any misconceptions and tom didn’t like confrontation. acting was his first priority, and family was second apparently.

this house, felt like something he hadn’t seen before. you finally got around to decorating, new backsplash in the kitchen, better hardwood floors, new posting framed about the living room of your favorite bands that you’d blast after a make out session in the back of his old car.

this woman folding losing a pale yellow towel at the moment was the same, yet different. your hair was frizzy and something about the bags under your eyes were attractive to tom. he appreciated that when he was gone you took care of everything, though you didn’t have to. he still remembers the day he found you, working at the record store on his favorite avenue. you worked in his hometown, though you aren’t from there— it was primarily for a college lesson.

two hands collided together upon ‘wiped out!’ the neighbourhood record. pinkies grazing the likes of the other, one painted a vibrant red and the other begging to be held.

you made his heart swell since. almost like this burning sensation that never goes out.

now, you share that with delilah, and tessa. at times, you maybe feared he loved tessa more than the both of you.

it’s not that you weren’t infatuated with thomas, it’s that you aren’t infatuated with his current routes.

“ ‘m fine daddy,” delilah’s always had a way with jumbling her words together. tom found it all the more potently impressive. she stood tall with her hands flat against her sides, eyeing her small stuffed purple elephant on the floor. you turn your head in the direction of tom and delilah, whilst trying to multi-task the folding of bathroom toiletries. you wished you could sink back into the brown-buttoned couch instead of continuing to bite your tongue.

“jus’ fine baby? you didn’t miss daddy?” tom questions, his eyebrows furrowed together as he squeezed his eyes shut. her dark ones staring at his. normally, she would be jumping for joy at the sight of her father, what happened ?

tom was more tone for spider man three, his jaw was more chiseled and his features more prominent. you haven’t seen that side of tom in almost a year. when would he hold you again ?

delilah moves her fingers in a tiny ‘come here’ motion for tom to bring his ear closer to her. she thinks you can’t hear, during he two years of living you discovered that she’s not one to whisper quietly.

“mumma said to don’t talk to you,” her breath breathes against toms ear, grammar misconstrued. toms face grind a tab but he thought that maybe delilah was just playing cat and mouse with him or that you were telling her that so he could crack the code. no, in all seriousness you were truthful. if anyone could be on your side you would want it to be you daughter. tom pulls back from her, leaving her to the toy, pacing his way to you; with your backward and forward folding motions. tom’s demeanor changes when he notices you don’t even make a second glance at him. the hoodie of his sweatshirt flashes his hair upon him placing a quick kiss to your jawline, his favorite place to kiss you. because it gave way to the others.

“darling, i’ve missed you,” tom’s accent is thick, wrapping his hand tightly around your wrist to make you stop with the large laundry loud and pay attention to him.

no response.

“you really tell her not to talk to me?” he plops next to you on the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder. meantime, knocking over not one, but two stacks of towel. could’ve sworn steam was coming out of your ears.

but, you suffered in silence.

“God, and no welcome home kiss either?” he jokes, to his dismay there was nothing lighthearted about this situation. “you two really know how to make me feel at home.”

“how can we make you feel at home when you make no time to be here?” you snap, scooting away from him you place your head in your hands.

“where’s that coming from love?” tom’s curiosity sparks, as he feels a genuine weight lower onto his heart. he notices you biting the insides of your cheeks, you always did that when you were anxious.

“did you forget we exist .. or something tom!” you point to delilah, and back at tom with a disheartening glance in your orbs.

“you’re yelling at me for something i can’t control. ‘m not doing this with you,” he withers his head, delilah sparking out a laugh because she has no exaction of what’s happening.

“yes tom we know you can’t control it, but don’t forget you have a wife and a daughter who need you. that’s your excuse every time, even if it isn’t an argument,” you rant, turning away from the couch trying to be quick on your feet to the bedroom, you can hear tom jump past delilah, leaving her to imagine a barbie world. she was quite usual on her own.

“y/n, i thought when i came home i could’ve made it up to you, but you already want nothing to do with me,” tom reiterates, he’s looking for things to say, but the right words never come out. you stomp in the hallway, but it’s far two late once you feel tom’s grip gently ouch you too a white wall. placing his hands on either side of your head.

he despised talking to you from a distance, he needed to indulge in every facial expression you had to offer.

“that’s the fucking problem tom, i want everything to do with you!” you stomp, trying to push his body weight off of you.

“ya can’t- you can’t just do this y/n.”

“do what? tell you that you aren’t being a good father or a good husband right now?”

toms face lowered, and his body slumped over, his mind was raging.

“why don’t you get off of your ass and see what it’s like to be me for a day. be in my shoes, supermom,” he spits.

one, tom knows this remark pains you. because, you’ve worked your entire life and nothing has been handed to you. two, he’s being sarcastic and the fact that he would even say something that unpleasant makes you feel as if he’s thought that about you all along. but, you did mistaken him for a deadbeat. he was in and out and not because he choose to, he would give his life for delilah.

“get off of me tom,” you shove. only to leave his bottom lip quivering as he instantly regrets the stupidity that’s left his mouth.

you abandoned delilah for about an hour in your shared bedroom with tom. you didn’t know that for those two hours he cried with her between his arms.

‘why not gonna’ leave you again lovie?’

‘what did daddy mess up again this time, hm?’

she’s napping now, part of that two hours consisted of you unlocking the bedroom door two minutes ago only to run a flower petaled bath and close that one. neither of you said the wrong thing, just two lost souls trying to find their way back to eachother. tom always knew the right thing to say, but when he said the worst. it was the worst possible comment imaginative.

your thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the oak framed door. you know that it’s tom and you can’t avoid his gestures forever, you lean your nakedness back against the porcelain tub.

“it’s open,” you mumble, elongating yourself.

tom looks like delilah after she knows she about to get in trouble after doing something bad. clad with only track pants hugging his v-line.

“um, can i get in with you?” his scratches the back of his head, eyes glued to the floor.

“suppose so,” you offer scooting yourself up. you don’t watch him as he undressed, instead staring down at the pink petals floating in the bubbles water. there’s a slash, well two,one for each time his feet touch the water. his legs are on either side of yours, and you don’t know wether to allow him to hold you or stay to yourself. instead he invites himself to snake his arms around your torso, and place his chin on your shoulder. his thumb grazing your rib cage. the silence is deafening yet neither can find the right words to say.

“ ‘m a dick, and your my wife i need to treat you that way,” he whispers, placing a small peck to your collar bone.

“i shouldn’t have said you were a bad father, she loves you more than this world..” you venture off and leg go into his hold. he wants to hold you there forever.

“friends again?” he chuckles at the senseless humor, numerous misplaced kisses are smooshed against your cheek whilst you giggle miraculously.

“only if you stay home.”

#i love this omg #i’m a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending #so cute <3 #tom holland x reader #fic recs

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peterparklr · 3 years

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Hey! Can you write something about Peter being nosy and always wanting to listen to his gfs drama!

i feel like he would actually be like this 😭

“i was thinking maybe we could order a pizza and watch some movies” peter suggests as he sticks his key into his apartment door for both of you to enter.

“that sounds great! as long as it’s not back to the future. i swear you’ve made me watch that movie like ten times already”

“don’t be dramatic. it was seven times” peter rolls his eyes at you, setting his backpack down on the floor while walking to his couch.

“yeah, like that’s any better” you laugh and join him on the couch. peter ordered the pizza and began his hunt for a movie to watch that you both haven’t already seen before. as you both were discussing which movies look interesting, your phone started to ring. picking it up, you saw that it was betty.

“hey betty, what’s up?” you answered, causing peter to look at you for a split second before returning his attention to the TV in front of him.

“oh my god you’re lying. she did not!” you exclaimed while shifting in your seat. peter turned his gaze towards you again, this time not looking away. he not so subtly moved closer to you to try and listen to whatever drama betty was telling you about. not being able to make out what she was saying – which is seemingly interesting judging by your reaction – peter nudged your shoulder, catching your attention.

“put it on speaker” he mouthed, causing you to silently laugh while obliging.

“and then she hooked up with liz’s boyfriend and lied to her when she was confronted about it” peter heard from the phone, mouth hanging open in shock.

“ask her what liz did” peter mouthed to you again, clearly getting too immersed by this drama.

your entire night went on with peter mumbling things for you to say and giving his input on this entire situation.

“liz deserves so much better than that loser. i can’t believe stacey actually had the audacity to sleep with her friend's boyfriend and then lie about it! i bet she’s gonna try and pretend like nothing happened at school tomorrow” peter rambled after the call ended.

“i see you’re a fan of gossip” you chuckled at peters fascination with the drama he just witnessed.

“not true! i got curious after your dramatic reaction when you first answered the phone” he immediately defended himself.

“okay, then i guess you wouldn’t want to hear the rest of the story from betty tomorrow?” you teased, knowing peter wouldn’t be able to resist this interesting drama.

“you’re right, i won’t even bother wasting my time on petty gossip.” peter said while trying to convince himself he’s not interested.

he was definitely interested.

the next day rolled by quickly and soon enough you were both at your place after school, silently doing your homework together with music playing lowly in the background.

your phone rang, causing peter to perk his head up but quickly put it back down.

“betty! tell me what happened today!” you chirped, knowing you were catching peter’s attention.

“no way! stacey is so messy, i can’t believe her!” you gasped in shock at the information you were receiving. peter was still doing his homework, but you could tell he was trying his best to listen in on your conversation. you internally laughed and started giving more dramatic responses, trying to mess around with peter. it worked, because soon enough peter dropped his pencil and sat beside you with a frown.

“let me listen” he pouted, pleading with you. you put your finger up to your mouth, gesturing for him to be quiet and continued talking to betty.

“wow betty, thanks for filling me in! I’ll talk to you later” you said, causing peter to protest as you hung up the phone.

“why didn’t you let me listen!” peter whined while dramatically flinging his body into your lap.

“i thought you ‘wouldn’t even bother wasting your time on petty gossip’” you continued teasing as you squeezed his cheeks, causing him to whine even louder and roll off of your lap.

“i lied! now fill me in on everything betty told you!” peter urged while sitting up again.

“you’re so nosy” you laughed out before telling him the rest of the story.

#no bc peter would actually do this LMFAOO #so cute!!! <3 #peter parker x reader

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