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[sunsetpatterson]

Puppy Love

A/N: Here I am!! Back at it with the writing challenge fics. This one's for @whyistomholland, finally giving me a reason to write that Stark!Reader AU in my head!! That being said, this is a Holland!Peter fic.

Attempt number 2 at posting the whole fucking fic. Don't mess it up, Tumblr.

Summary: After asking permission, Peter makes a confession to the girl he loves.

Pairing: Peter Parker × Fem!Stark!Reader

"Peter, you're a good kid. I like you," Tony stood from his seat in his lab and stepped toward the younger boy, his eyes narrowed. He felt his protective-ness twitch in his chest. "But if you hurt my daughter, I will do something much worse than take your suit away. You got it?"

Peter gulped and nodded quickly. "Y-yes, sir. Of... of course, Mr. Stark." He wrung his hands together, nervous sweat making them slippery. "N-no hurting Y/N - not... not that I intend to, of course. I just-"

Tony huffed a sigh and flopped back into his spinny chair, flicking his hand toward the door. "Stop babbling. Tell her you love her."

"Yes, sir! Thank you!" The grin on his face was hard to miss as he spun on his heel and darted out of Tony's lab.

With the speed he was going at, let's just thank Valhalla he had shoes on - otherwise he would've smacked straight into the adjacent wall.

Peter skidded to a stop outside the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the doors to open. "FRIDAY? Where's Y/N?"

"Miss. Stark is currently studying in her room, Mr. Parker. Might I suggest you do the same?" The Irish twinge of the AI answered almost instantaneously.

The seventeen year old boy rolled his eyes and groaned inwardly, leaning against the wall of the elevator after stepping inside. "Yeah, later. Can you take me to her, please?"

FRIDAY never responded, but he knew she had listened the moment the button for the number of Y/N's floor lit up with a yellow-ish glow.

Peter felt his heart threaten to beat out of his chest, thudding violently against his rib cage. His hands shook and his thoughts began to run fifty miles a minute.

What if she didn't love him back?

What if she didn't even think of him like that?

What if he told her and she hated him forever?

Oh God, what if he ruined their friendship forever?? He loved Ned, but he couldn't spend the rest of his days building and rebuilding the Lego Death Star.

"Mr. Parker, I am detecting a panic attack. Might I suggest going to see Doctor Cho?"

Peter's head snapped up to the ceiling as he took in a shaky breath - only just realising that, yes, he was in fact having a panic attack.

But, nevertheless, he shook his head and wiped his hands on his jeans. "What? N-no, FRIDAY, I'm good." He mumbled and spent the rest of the ride chewing his lip nervously.

The doors opened to reveal Y/N's floor. Peter looked up like a deer caught in headlights, blinking for a few seconds before taking a hesitant step out of the elevator. Before he could even think of backing out, the doors closed and the elevator took off.

"Okay, come on, Peter. You can do this." He mumbled to himself as he all but tip toed to her room door. "Worst case scenario, she hates you forever and you die a lonely old man."

Peter's eyebrows knitted together not seconds after, and he found himself wanting to laugh at how pathetic he sounded. "Pull yourself together, Parker."

The moment he raised his hand, the door swung open. Y/N sat on her bed, her hair unruly and clad in one of her father's old band shirts, surrounded by books.

Peter found himself wanting to curse FRIDAY for not giving him more time to gather his courage.

But all that flew out of the window when she looked up at him, dimples indenting her cheeks as the biggest grin grew on her lips. "Pete, hi! You gonna stand out there all day?"

"Uh, yeah. I was thinking about it." Peter wanted to slap himself.

Y/N laughed and shook her head affectionately, her eyes going back to her book. "Well until you come in, FRIDAY's keeping my door open." Her voice was soft and riddled with sleep, and it occurred to Peter that she hadn't been awake long.

Her dark hair was messy, her eyes tired and her face completely void of makeup - which he knew she didn't need.

But God, she never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

Peter wrung his hands together and quietly walked into her room. His feet padded along her carpeted floor before he sat on the end of her bed. "There's, uh... there's actually something I wanted to ask you."

Her eyes snapped up from her books and she found the pace of her heart slowly increasing in speed. "Ask away."

"I need some advice... girl advice. I-I mean, you're a girl so I though it'd be best to come to you instead of Ned." He laughed nervously.

Y/N felt her smile falter at his words and she swallowed thickly. "Right, yeah. I guess Ned probably doesn't know much about girls." She joked lightly, but her eyes didn't reflect the emotion she tried to fake for his sake.

"There's, um... there's this girl at school," Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. "I've known her for a really long time, a-and it's recently occurred to me that I may be in love with her."

Her eyes went wide, her mind immediately going to Liz Allan. It made sense, really. Liz was the prettiest and most popular girl in school.

"O-oh. You're- you're in love with her?" Peter only nodded in response. "And I'm guessing you want me to help you find a way to tell her." It wasn't a question, but Peter nodded anyway. "Just tell her."

Peter looked at Y/N, his eyes as wide as saucers as he registered her words. "I-I'm sorry? I thought you said just tell her."

Y/N rolled her eyes and gave him a soft, but sad, smile. "Pete, you're an amazing person. Don't laugh at me, it's true!" She scolded as he rolled his eyes with a scoff. "You're amazing, sweet, kind and the most selfless person I know. She'd be an idiot not to be in love with you. Why make a big deal out of it when you can just... tell her?"

As he sat there, he mulled over her words. Deep down, he knew she was right.

Making a big deal out of it wasn't important, but the message he was trying to convey was. Peter knew Y/N didn't really need a grand gesture when he could just tell her how he felt about her.

Tony would be disappointed, not being able to help. But if she was happy, who was he to argue?

Peter suddenly grinned, taking her by surprise as he wrapped his arms around her before standing up. "Thanks! You're the best, Y/N!" Without another word, he walked out of her room, leaving her alone.

Y/N sighed and bit her lip, tears pricking her eyes. At that moment, she swore she never disliked Liz more - but she couldn't protest if it meant Peter was happy. That's all that mattered to her.

The door closed after Peter left, and he stood in the same spot where he started. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt a little light headed as he tried to find the words to say.

It was approximately five minutes after he left, that he knocked on her door. He had only five seconds to calm his nerves before the door swung open, revealing Y/N's shocked face.

"P-peter? Did you, uh... did you leave something behind?" Her voice was quiet, but her he heard her perfectly.

Peter chewed on his lip, his dark eyes sweeping over her face as if he tried to commit every part of her to his memory. God, he loved everything about her. He'd be crazy if he didn't.

"Y-yeah, I did." He stepped closer to her, her wide eyes looking up at him before they dropped to his lips.

Y/N drew in a sharp breath, too afraid to let it go as her hand lingered on her door handle. "I-I could go get it for you..."

"Or you could stay and let me kiss you." Peter murmured, too in the moment to ask himself where in hell that sudden surge of confidence came from. "I really want to kiss you."

Peter lifted a hand, brushing his knuckles over the smooth skin of her cheek. He felt her skin heat up under his touch before he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

It was the most clich�� move in the book, but he remembered she somehow loved all the cliché stuff.

Lost in the intensity of his eyes, Y/N had to force herself to remember how to breathe, otherwise she knew she'd faint from a lack of oxygen. "O-okay."

Peter didn't know he was leaning in until his nose brushed hers, and by then he knew it was too late to stop. "I love you, Y/N." He murmured and closed his eyes before kissing her.

The kiss wasn't short and sweet like he was aiming for. Hell, he wasn't even expecting to kiss her when he knocked on her door. The kiss was long, breathtaking, and full of emotion he now knew wasn't unrequited.

Y/N was putting just as much effort into the kiss, her sweaty hands gripping the front of his shirt as she pulled him closer to her. It was like all of a sudden she didn't need air to breathe, because she had him.

He didn't want Liz, he wanted her. Nothing but love blossomed in her chest at that moment. Y/N was in bliss, and she didn't want it to stop.

Unfortunately, they were human. To live, they required oxygen.

Their chests rose and fell in sync, eyes remaining shut as their foreheads pressed together. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the front of his shirt, and his hands rested on her hips.

"If it wasn't clear, I love you too." She breathed out.

Peter huffed a laugh, his eyes screwed shut as he snaked his arms around her waist, holding her tight as she laid her head on his chest. "You made it painfully obvious." He mumbled and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

For the next few minutes, they stayed like that - until their moment was interrupted by FRIDAY, at the command of none other than Anthony Edward Stark.

"Miss. Stark, your father has requested that I remind you that while he is happy for your recent change in relationship status, you still have to study for your chemistry exam."

Y/N groaned and buried her face in his chest, though she was unable to hide her smile when she felt his laughter.

"Mr. Parker, Mr. Stark says that he is happy for you to stay and study with Miss. Stark, and he is formally inviting you to dinner with the Avengers."

Peter tightened his grip on her, pulling her impossibly closer as they stood in her door way.

"That's my dad for you, always looking to ruin people's moment." Y/N teased, knowing fully well that Tony could hear her.

"Mr. Stark has more to say, but I refuse to play messenger."

Y/N giggled before peeling herself from Peter's chest. His arms slipped from her waist and his hand fell perfectly into one of hers, fingers intertwining as she led him back into her room.

"So, what do you say, Mr. Parker? You wanna study with me and eat dinner with the Avengers?" Peter grinned at the teasing glint in her eyes and kicked her bedroom door shut behind him.

"Might as well."

[thewisebyers]

Why Won’t You Love Me(t.h)

Prompt: based off of 5sos’ song Why Won’t You Love Me; fwb!tom holland x fem!reader Requested?: apart of @whyistomholland‘s writing challenge warning: angst, swearing, sex is implied (and mentioned quite a bit) word count: 1k+

Everything had been going great, no feelings. No strings attached. It seemed like no matter what you did, things always seemed to get fucked up in the end. It hadn’t been your fault this time. But only this time. Your first mistake was agreeing to start this fucked up situation you found yourself in. It had been fun and innocent in the beginning.

The setting was so cliche, a house party. Christmas lights littered the hall and pop music blasted from a makeshift DJ booth. You had come with some friends and everyone needed to blow off some steam. Midterms could be brutal and everyone was feeling it. Normally you didn’t go out and party but you felt as though you deserved it and you were ready to let loose and have some fun.

“I’m here to get laid,” your friend bluntly said. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her words. You couldn’t really do much to stop her, all you could do was keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t get too drunk. “You need to get out there.” She hopped onto the counter in the brightly lit kitchen and sat herself down. There were so many types of booze at this party that you were sure that there was enough there to get everyone drunk at least twice.

She was right, it had been some time since you had gotten yourself out there but you were not ready for any form of relationship. “Yeah, no. Unless some guy is just interested in just sex.”

“That’s literally every guy here, y/n! You’re here to fuck and that’s it and so are most of the guys here. I think they’ll understand.” Again, she was right. But were you really going to just give it up to some stranger? Probably not. You’d be crazy to. “Once you get some alcohol in your system it’ll sound like a better idea.”

You could only roll your eyes as you made yourself a drink with the makeshift bar and assorted drinks. “I’m not sleeping with some random guy,” you say, back turned towards your friend as you make a drink.

“Oh, that’s nice?” An unfamiliar voice replies. You almost drop your drink as you spin around to see who just heard your embarrassing statement. Your friend had disappeared and a very handsome brown-haired boy had entered the room.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! My friend was just here and-”

“I saw her leave, I assumed you were speaking to her. Must have been an interesting conversation. But maybe not since she left after a boy.” He grinned. He didn’t act awkward like you thought this entire conversation was. Why was he not awkward about this? “I’m Tom, by the way.” He took a sip out of the cup in his hands. “Pleasure to meet you and know about your standards.”

You laugh awkwardly, a blush sprinkling against your cheeks. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Not for me.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “I’m y/n.”

“May I ask what the conversation was about?”

Should you tell this random stranger about the conversation you had just been having? How you haven’t had sex in months but weren’t ready for any form of relationship after getting your heart broken? How much could it hurt? You had never seen this guy before and you probably weren’t going to ever see him again. You take a very long drink of your mixed beverage before finally telling him, “I haven’t been laid in months and she thinks I should get some tonight with some random guy. I told her I wasn’t ready for a relationship and that I would only want to fuck and she said that’s what most of the guys here want too.”

He paused for a moment to take in all the information you had just said. “She has a point.” You bring your lips to you drink and start to take another gulp when he says, “I’ll have sex with you. We’re alre-” He can’t finish his sentence because you’re now choking on your drink. He quickly walks over to you and takes your cup from your hands then gently patting your back. “Are you okay, love?”

After you’ve calmed down, you stare at him with shock in your eyes. “Ar-are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s not that random considering we’re now on a first name baisis.”

And that’s how your friends with benefits relationship started with the cute British boy that didn’t attend college but attended the parties. Lately you had been waking up in his bed more times than your own and it was beginning to get harder and harder leaving his side. But you did, every morning. Until one day he woke up before you.

“Hey, love,” he says from the other side of the room. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower and was just walking around in his boxers. “I was thinking breakfast?” His tone was light and questioning. “You never stay for breakfast.”

You ignore his words as you pull the covers off of your body and sit up. You grab your things from the floor and begin putting them on. He doesn’t say anything but you feel his eyes on you. “We’re not together, Tom,” you state bluntly. You don’t look at him because then you’d crack. You hadn’t wanted anythign to come from this and you weren’t prepared for any feelings.

“I know but-”

“There are not ‘buts’,” you cut him off. “This isn’t a relationship, we don’t love each other. We’re friends that have sex, that’s it.” You finally look up at him. Hurt was written all over his face and you wish you could take it back. You couldn’t though, you were too scared.

“You can’t tell me this is nothing,” he finally says. “You can’t-”

“I just did,” you say, getting up. “I don’t love you and this is over.” You slip your heels on and slam the door behind you. You waited until you were out of his apartment to let the tears roll down your eyes. You had been so hurt before and you were just hurting yourself again. And just like that cliche night with that cliche setting, you could hear a cliche song, cliche words, in your head. Asking you why you couldn’t tell Tom you loved him.

[ineedsomemoremetime]

Best Friend (Tom Holland Fanfic)

Author: @ineedsomemoremetime

​Paring: Tom Holland x Female! whom I names Gemma.

Notes: This fanfic I wrote for both @gottaletgopete​ (best friend) and @notimeforthemessenger​ (Quote, in bold) writing challenge. I am not the best writer and editing job will not be the greatest but I finally got it finished and I’m kinda proud of it. 

Words: 5595

“Did you know that you swallow 7 spiders a night when your sleeping?” Jacob explains while he is wiping the counter top.           

  “I heard it's 7 spiders in your lifetime” Derek replies as he goes over to lock the store doors so we can count the register.         

 “I heard that you both are just idiots and neither one of you is correct.” Molly complains as she finishes putting away the books that were left out.    

  “What do you think Gemma?” Jacob asks me as I was finishing filling out some paperwork for tomorrow.       

 “I heard both versions of that rumor so I don’t think I'm a great choice to answer this question.” I reply.   

 “Why are you asking her for her opinion. She probably swallows like 100 spiders a night, her boyfriend is Spider-man.” Molly says while grabbing her drawer out and starting to count it.     

 “Guys he’s not my boyfriend he’s just my best friend and roommate.” I explain.    

 “Were not idiots Gem, you love him. Why don’t you just tell already?” Jacob ask and then sits on the clean counter top to wait for my reply. I’ve known Tom who plays Spider-man since I was 18 and decided to live out my dream and move to London. We met my first week here, right after I got this job actually.

“Oh my god, you’ll never believe how my day went today.” I say to my best friend Genny. I’ve been in London for 4 days and I already killed my pet fish 7 hours after I got him but I also got kicked out of my apt because it didn’t allow fish. So now I’m homeless. But I guess on the bright side I got a job. Except I’m not sure how I’m going to get ready everyday since I have nowhere to live. I was about to head into the local Starbucks to maybe get some caffeine before I look for some apartments when these two guys walk out and accidentally spill their coffee on me

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry love. Here um let me go get some napkins. Wait, Haz go grab those napkins off the table.” He basically screams after he spilled his coffee all over my new white blouse I wore to my job interview.

“It’s okay, really. This shirt already got what I needed today. You guys are fine.” I tell him after the one hands me napkins, who I believe was called Haz

.“Here, let me at least buy you a coffee or tea or water. Even though water is free. I don’t know. Um, what do you drink. It’s on me I swear.” The one who spilled it on me said really quickly, kinda like he was nervous

.“Don’t worry about it. Actually I’ll buy you a coffee, since you spilt this one. It’s on me, don’t worry.” I reply. The Haz guy just starts laughing, which means he got my joke.

.“Dude, we need to give this girl a medal. You spill coffee on her and yet she still makes jokes, and doesn’t try to kill you for ruining her shirt.” Haz said. A medal, hmm that would be nice. Does this medal come with a house, cause I’m in need of one of those

.“I can get you one of those if you want or anything. A new top, um a new purse. Whatever name your price. Please don’t me mad at me, it was an accident I swear on my life.” He quickly rambles. Is this guy for-real, I glance over at the Haz guy and he just kinda laughs.

“Tom. Tom. TOM. Snap out of it. She’s not mad.” He yells and the smacks him in the face. The Tom guy looks stunned for a second then he starts laughing.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I got like that. Funny joke, but I’m still buying you a drink. Actually also Haz and I were about to head over to Nandos in a little bit after doing a little bit more shopping. Do you want to join us?” 

“I would actually love that.” I reply. Then we headed into Starbucks to finally get Tom’s and my coffee.

“Yes, I’m going to go home tonight and be like, ‘Hey Tom guess what I’m in love with you and I have since we were like 18. Just thought you ought to know.’”I reply back to them. If only it were that easy. God, just imagine I tell him that I love him, he tells me he loves me back, and then we live happily ever after. That would be the life. Just to be able to kiss him, to hold his hand, to call him mine, to share our lives together.What would I give to live that life. But that’s never going to happen, because I live in a world where life doesn’t really work out in my favor.

“Well, you honestly could just say that.” Derek's said while twirling his fidget spinner. 

“Yes, Derek. I could just tell him that and everything would be alright. Guys, I don’t wanna ruin my friendship with him. I get to spend a lot of my time talking, laughing, enjoying life with Tom. I don’t wanna ruin that. I also don’t want him to kick me out.” I explain.

 “Wait, he can’t just kick you out if you’re paying rent, can he?” Molly asks.“I’m not paying rent. He won’t let me. He says he is being a gentlemen, but I don’t know.” I explain.

“WHAT!?” Derek and Jacob ask at the same time both clearly shocked. While Molly stood there with her mouth wide open.

“Dude, Can I live with you guys?” Jacob asks

.“Actually Gem, can I move instead. Cause I’ll tell Tom I love him like I swear. To live in that house for free. Damn.” Molly explains, jealousy clear as day on her face.

“He thinks it would be stupid for me to pay, I watch Tessa when he goes to film movies. I clean, I sometimes cook. He doesn’t see why I should pay. I still try to every month don’t get me wrong.”

“How did you even move in with him? Like you just have always been living there.” Derek asks confusion covering his face. I mean I have lived with him or what feels like forever. Ever since the first day we actually met.

“So you’re an actor. Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you. Sorry.” I tell Tom, who looks so shocked in a joking way of course. We went to a few different stores around Starbucks after we got our coffee and just chatted away. Tom ended up buying me a new shirt because apparently, I’m not allowed to pay for anything. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being spoiled and saving money, but I mean come on dude let me pay for something. After like an hour of shopping we ended up finally at Nando’s to eat.

 “What! How do you not know who I am. I am a famous actor, how dare you!” Tom says while trying to keep a straight face, keyword trying.

“Oh, Tom I’m so sorry. Was I supposed to say,’Oh My God is that Tom Holland. Oh My God, he split coffee on me, swoon. Oh My God, can I have an autograph or better yet a picture, or better yet can I have your babies?’ There is that better?” I ask while laughing.

“Well maybe not that, Even though that probably would of been crazy to see. Maybe you should of been like, ‘ Tom Holland split coffee on me, oh my god, I have to sell this shirt of ebay so I can make tons of pounds. Damn.’” He tries while putting on his best american accent, which isn’t bad but he’s probably never gonna be able to play an american character.

“Or she could of went. ‘Tom Holland, boring. I’m here for you Harrison.’ That would of been way better.” Harrison who is the Haz guy by the way said. 

“Shut the hell up mate. I’m not boring.I’m cool.” Tom fights back.

“Oh yeah sure.But I’m not the one standing there saying ‘oh I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you anything blah blah blah.’ Like dude you split coffee on her, you didn’t murder her grandpa.” Well, Harrison has a point there.

 “ Well at least I’m a gentlemen.” Tom argues with a smile on his face. At least I know this isn’t a mean fight just a little bickering back and forth, something I do with my friend Genny.

“Never said you weren’t. You’re just an annoying one.” Okay, I feel like I’m in the middle of this and I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like it.

“I’m not annoying. Gemma, am I annoying?” Tom asks me.

“She’s not gonna side with you. Gemma, Tom’s annoying right?” Harrison asks. Damn, I gotta pick between these two. Their acting like 5 year olds, but it’s kinda adorable.

“You both are annoying. You dorks.” I laugh. I’m really glad Tom split his coffee on me because my day has been looking better, I mean I’m still homeless for the time being, but I’ve had fun today

.“Well, that is true.” Harrison answers back and Tom just nods, agreeing with him.

“So, Gemma, where at in London are you staying?” Tom asks after he takes a sip of his water.

“It’s a long story actually.” I tell them not really wanting to tell them I got kicked out.

“We got time, right Haz.” Haz nods. “Come on, tell us.” Tom says, so I just reply ‘fine’ and then they sit back in their chairs, like they are trying to get more comfortable.

“Well, So I have this apartment over on 14th street. All furnished and everything. It’s a really nice apartment.  Well, when I moved in they never said I couldn’t have pets but I really didn’t want to try anything to serious right off the bat, so I got me a fish last night. I named him Brock., and he was a cute little fish, if fish can be cute. I’m not really sure. Well, I get home and I fill the tank up with water and all the right stuff. Then I got to bed, but when I woke up this morning, Brock was dead. I guess the water has to be a certain temperature, which is something I never knew because I wasn’t allowed any type of pets as a child not even a pet rock. Well, after I flushed Brock, there was a knock on my door. It was my landlord, he told me I had one hour to get all my stuff packed or else he was calling the cops I guess in that apartment your not allowed to have fish. So I got kicked out. So tonight I’m probably going to be staying at a hotel. Until I can find a new apartment.” I explain.

“So you came to London all by yourself? Isn’t that not safe?’ Harrison asks.

“My best friend Genny wanted to come, but her boyfriend um, decided they should actually move in together. So they moved and got a house. My um parents, didn’t want me to even come here. They thought it was a dumb idea. So I can’t let them know,or else they will make sure I’m on the next flight home.” My friend Genny’s boyfriend kinda never liked me, because I always told her that guys will come and go, this is our life, we need to enjoy it while we can. But then again I never was a fan of him either, so we're even.

“Well, Why don’t you come stay with us for a little while. To save some money.” Tom suggests

.“WHAT!?” Harrison and I say at the same time.

“No offense Gemma, you’re nice and all but we just met you, you can’t just invite strangers into our house.” Harrison says to me.

“Come on, she seems really trustworthy and sweet. Plus I would love to get to know her better. So what’s the best way to get to know her, have her stay with us for awhile. Honestly you seem like an amazing person. Plus I also still feel bad for spilling my coffee on you, and what way to repay you by letting you have a place to stay for a little while.” 

“You do realize Ted Bundy was a trusting looking person right?” I ask Tom. I can’t believe he’s offering me a place to stay, I never would of thought he would do that. We just met and he offering me somewhere to live for a little bit.

 “Who’s Ted Bundy?” Tom asks

.“Really dude, really. He killed people. You know what Gemma, you can move in, but Tom you’re moving out.” Harrison says to us. I just laugh and agree.

“Wow, damn. I try and do something nice and in the end I get kicked out. This is not how I pictured my day going.” Tom complains jokingly.

“How about this, I’ll spend one night there, and while I’m there I’ll use your guys wifi to look up other apartments. Deal?’ I ask both of them.

“Okay, but if you can’t find any you will stay with us for a little longer than a day.” Tom bargains.‘Fine, but the longest I will stay is 3 days.” I say. Who knew 3 days would turn into four years.

“He didn’t know who Ted Bundy was?” Molly asked after I told them the story.

“No, he didn’t. That night we spent the whole night basically trying to tell him about Ted but I still think he’s a little confused.”

 When I got back home that night Tom had pizza and another episode of Riverdale for us to watch. Usually we just relax on the couch with my legs in his lap, but something about tonight was different, I tried not to get so cozy with him. It was like talking about him at work today made everything kinda awkward between us, which is also really weird because I’ve talked about him before. So why now am I getting so nervous around him. Wait why does he seem nervous around me? He keeps fidgeting his hands and glancing over at me like he wants to say something but decides not too. Maybe I should ask him what’s wrong, or maybe he’ll turn the question around on me and ask me what’s wrong. I don’t know why I’m freaking out this much. He’s just Tom, my best friend. He was the one who gave me somewhere to live, he was the one to who protected me against my ex who was a little too clingy, he was my shoulder to cry on when I told him about Genny. Tom is my person, okay so is Harrison but I’m not in love with Harrison. Don’t get me wrong, he’s so gorgeous that I wouldn’t be mad to be with him, but I never got that feeling with him, only with Tom. 

“Gemma, I got home earlier this morning then you thought I did. Um, and I kinda accidentally heard a conversation you were having with Harrison. Well Part of it, um only yours. Where you told him you um” He stops and looks down and the ground.  

“Where I told him what?” I ask turning to face him. If I remember this morning's conversation he might of heard me tell Harrison I like Tom.

“Come on, Gem. You can’t wear that shirt.” Harrison said while sitting on my bed waiting for me to be done so we can go get breakfast or well lunch . Well technically we still also have to wait till Tom gets back from some meeting  about the script.

“Are you giving me fashion advice Mr. Osterfield?” I question him while taking off my sweater, leaving me just in a tank top. I mean he may be an idiot but I’m still gonna listen to him.

“You need to wear stuff that will get Tom attention. Like that dark blue shirt, that’s way to big on you but it hangs over and shows your shoulder. It really bring out the light blue in your eyes. Plus it’s one of Tom favorite shirts on.” He tells me as I’m looking through my closet.

“Okay, and why would I need to get Tom’s attention?”

“Cause you love him and he loves you. I mean you already have his attention no matter what you wear but still.”

“What! I don’t love Tom your crazy.” I say and look down to try and hide my blush. 

“Gemma. Stop lying to yourself. Come on you need to tell him.”

 “Ugh, why can’t you tell him for me.” I whine while falling onto my bean bag chair I have in my room.

 “What are we in high school? Plus I have but he doesn’t believe just like you don’t believe me either.” He explains while getting up and getting into my closet to find the top.

“How would I even tell him. I mean what if I make a fool out of myself.” I continue to whine as I get up and put on the shirt.

“Practice on me.”

‘Harrison no that’s weird I can’t”

“Come on I’m waiting.”

“Harrison.”

“Gemma.”

“Look I know were best friends and like you’re everything to me and I really don’t want this to change anything between us. Like that would be the worst thing in the world. But I have to tell something that scared me but I think it’s time you know. I love you and I’ve loved you forever.”  I rush out. 

“That’s perfect, Gem. Honestly if and when you tell Tom I bet you he will cry.” I don’t say anything after he says that I just hug him and that’s when Tom walked in.

“You were telling Harrison that you were in love with him.” He blurts.

“Because I am.” I say then I realized what Tom said “Wait, what?”

“Look it’s okay. I’m happy for you guys really. I just you wanted to be sure. Um I’m gonna go to bed.” He quickly stats and gets up. I jump up as well and yell wait as I grab his wrist. He just looks at me waiting for me to speak.

“I do love Harrison, but as a brother. Tom.” I pause and take a deep breathe. “Tom, I was practicing to tell you, that I love you. Because I do love you. I’m in love with you Tom.” I tell him. It takes him a second to grasp what I said but the second he did, he kisses me. Not like a little peck but a full blown kiss. His hands were on my cheeks while my hands found and just rested on his hips. Spark were flying, like it felt like the fourth of July and I was loving every second of it. I honestly wish it would of went further but then we heard someone clear their throat.

“Oh sorry, I’ll um be in my room, with earphones in. Be safe you two.” Harrison winks and quickly walks into his bedroom and shuts the door.

“Well that was awkward.” I laugh while stepping back a little.

“Yeah. Just a little. So you love me?” Tom asks.

“Yeah, I really do, I’m sorry if  you thought I liked Haz.”

“Yeh, It’s okay. I love you too.” He tell me and I swear if it weren't the fact he stepped closer to me and put his hand on my waist I think I would of fell. Hearing the person you love tell you that they love you as well. It’s the best feeling in the entire world. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks. Like that’s even a question, like duh. But I nods and smile.  Kissing him was like if you kiss happiness, that’s what it felt like. It may sound cheesy but this honestly the way I would want to start and end every single day for the rest of my life. We spent almost the entire night just talking and stealing kisses from each other until we both ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Talking to Tom is always the easiest thing to do, but now that I’ve told him that I love him, it easier. Like I finally told him all of my secrets.

When I woke up the next morning, Tom was gone, and when he wouldn't answer any of my texts or calls all day. Then when I got home from work that night he still wasn’t there. I tried to wait up for him but I got so tired so I went.This went on for about a week. We would either just pass each other and say a quick hello or goodbye and that's it, or we would simply just miss each other. He finally texted but it was only like little text, ‘Working late.’, ‘Sleeping in the trailer’, ‘At the gym’. It was almost like he was avoiding me.  Before I told him that I loved him we would always talk, if it was through texts, calls, or in person. No matter what he was working. It was like telling him was a big mistake. I asked Harrison once this about it but the rest of the time he’s also been MIA  as well.

“Haz, hey can I ask a simple question?” I ask him when I see him eating some chips one afternoon.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Is Tom avoiding me. I know I sound like a baby but. I’ve barely seen nor talked to him this week.” I ask while grabbing some of his chips.

“Gem, he’s been really busy with filming this week. Like barely any breaks. Like Friday is one of his only days off. Talk with him then.”  He suggests like it nothing

.“Okay I guess I can try.” I tell him. I just hope he really has been busy and doesn't regret telling me he loves me.

“Tessa, stop. I didn’t need all my face cleaned sweet girl.” I laugh while trying to get her from licking my face.  God if anything ever happens where I don’t talk to Tom anymore. I’m so claiming Tessa, she is the perfect dog ever.

“I guess she really thought you needed a bath.” Tom says casually as he walks down the stairs into living room in nothing but sweats. Yes, Tom please kill me with your good looks.

“Look Tess there's daddy go clean him. Maybe he needs a bath.” I laugh. He kinda laughs, like a little chuckle. 

“Nah, I don’t need a bath right now. Gemma, can we can talk?” He asks once he finally gets Tessa off of him.

“Sure. What’s up?” I answer sitting up on the couch so he can join me.

“So, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should forget what happen last week since it really didn’t mean anything and so it doesn't affect us as friends.” He says after being quiet for a few minutes once he sat down. 

“Um, It didn’t mean anything?” I question looking at him as if he had just grown two more heads.

“Yeah, I mean we kissed, we said some things. But I think it was a mistake and we really didn’t think it through.”

“I’m sorry. You kissed me, you told me you loved me, after you got jealous because you thought I loved Harrison. If you didn’t mean any of it, then why did you do it?” I snap at him. How was it a mistake, why would you ever tell someone you love them and then say it was a mistake.

“I never said I didn’t mean what I said. I just said that it was a mistake.”

“What does that even mean Tom. Was the kiss a mistake? What was the mistake?”

 “Gemma, it’s not that easy to -.”He starts to say but I cut him off.

“Tom, If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us, then I’ll stop and leave this alone. I’ll leave all this alone and we can move on like nothing ever happened. I’ll even move out if that’s what you want.  But I need you to tell me that you don’t feel anything between us, nothing all all.” I tell him. He just stares into my eyes for a few second not saying anything. That’s when Harrison walks in.

“Oh, did I just interrupt something important here?” He asks after notching the tension between Tom and I.

“No, It’s fine. I got the answer I needed. Goodbye Tom.” I answer while standing up and walking over to the door to grab my flats and car keys.I can’t believe I ever thought that Tom would like me more than a friend. I thought after last week that everything was perfect, Tom kissed me, he told me he loved me. I thought my life was on the right track. Then he goes and tells me that it was all a mistake. I love Tom, I’m in love with him, and I would do anything to be with him, but i can’t explain to me his feelings then I don’t want to be there anymore. I can’t stay in a place where the man I love lives.

“So, he said it all was a mistake. Like what does that even mean?” Jacob asks me. I came into work to gossip and ask them their opinions on what I should do. Luckily Molly offered to let me stay the night at her house while I gather my thoughts through all of this.

“I got no idea. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out myself. But it just sucks cause this is going to change everything between us.” I tell them while looking at my nails.

“Maybe, Tom really does want to be with you but he’s afraid of what will happen once the fans know.” Lila said. She is the newest employee we just got 3 weeks ago. She still finds it crazy that I know Spider-Man.

“His fans already know who I am, they actually want us to date. So that can’t be it.” I reply. It’s actually kinda funny, because not only does his fans want us together but his family wants us together as well.

“Look at this , Gemma. It’s Tom’s baby blanket. God, I remember when this would cover his whole body.” Nikki, Tom’s mum told me. We were in their attic doing a little bit of spring cleaning which basically turned into looking through all of her sons baby boxes.

 “Now it will only over his legs.” I laugh while refolding Sam and Harry’s old baby onesie that we found. 

“When are you and Tom gonna give me grand-babies that I can give this stuff too.” She asks me.

“Nikki!” I gasp. “We aren’t ever dating. He doesn’t even like me like that.” I reply.

“Don’t lie. Tom loves you, like it’s kinda annoying not gonna lie. Plus his fans love you. If you would actually get on your social media you would see that they all think you both are cute together and should be a couple.” Harry says while walking up the attic stairs to come and join us.

 “That is true, the fans do love you, but I think we love you more. Maybe even more than Tom himself.” Nikki jokes.

“Yeah, but what am I gonna do. Tom never shows me anything that he wants to be in a relationship with me.” 

“That’s because he’s a div, honestly my brother is not the smartest lad there is.” Harry tells me.

“Harry, language.” Nikki warns, but Harry just laughs. “Tom will see that one day you both are meant to be.”

 “I hope.” I reply.

I decided that I’m gonna stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find a decent apartment for me to live in. Molly actually gave me great advice last night. To turn off my cell phone, to not answer any calls or text whatsoever and that today I should go over to the apartment and start packing some of my things. I believe that maybe in a few months we can try and be really great friends again but I know I can’t have a good relationship with him if I’m going to be scared of having any awkward run ins in the house. So it’s better if I move out for a little while. So at this very moment I am back in my bedroom trying to find my suitcases, I thought I left them in my closet but I guess not. Maybe Harrison would know, I can go to his room and ask. Once I walk out of my room I run into Tom who was heading into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn’t been to sleep at all last night. I can understand that.I expected him to just move and get out of my way but he hugs me. He just grabs me and hugs me like he hasn’t seen me for years

.“I was so worried. Haz and I have been calling you all night. We didn’t know where you were after you left. Then you wouldn’t answer. I thought you were dead.” He explains after he finally lets me go.

“I’m fine Tom. I just needed space.” I tell them while crossing my arms. “Actually I’m only back so I can pack up some of my stuff. Do you know where my suitcases are?’ I ask trying not to make full eye contact with him.

“What? No, you can’t leave. Look I need to explain why I said what I said last night.” He tries but I just roll my eyes and walk past him so I can head over to Harrison’s room.“Gemma, please. Let me explain.” I ignore him again and walk a little closer to Haz’s room.“I’m scared. Okay, I’m scared of losing you.” With that I stopped. I turn around and look him in the eye.

“No, you don’t get to just explain. Tom, I told you I loved you, you kissed me and told me that you loved me as well, then you just ignore me for a week straight then you tell me that it was all a mistake. How do you think that makes me feel. I love you and you broke my heart.” I snap at him

.“Two minutes, please Gemma. Give me two minutes to explain.” I just nod and sit down on the couch. “When I thought you said that you were in love with Harrison, it killed me. I have never wanted to kill my best friend more than I did right then. He was taking you from me. You, the person who I am so in love with. Then you told me that you loved me. God, I swear I seen stars and fireworks going off, so I kissed you. Then I told you I loved you as well. That was all the truth.  Then the next morning while I was in the gym I did a lot of thinking. I love you so much, but I also love our friendship so much as well and I don’t want to ruin that. So I made a decision that was stupid. I would ignore you, make you not want to like me like that. Not really thinking that it would affect our friendship. Last night I thought I would tell you it was a mistake so maybe we could forget about it and carry on with our friendship. Even though that would be the hardest thing to do because I love you so god dang much. Gemma, I’m not perfect, hell, I’m far from it. But there isn’t an ounce of me that isn’t sorry for hurting you because I really do love you. So all I’m asking is not for you to forgive me but to at least work with me so we can fix not only our friendship but hopefully our relationship.”  He really did hurt me,but honestly what he did isn’t as bad as some people’s relationships I guess.

 “Tom, I love you so much as well. So yes, I will work with you to fix this, because I want to be with you so god damn bad.” I reply smiling at him

.“Is it alright if I kiss you then?”He asks, I don’t say anything I just walk over to him and kiss him myself. Tom is the person I could see myself ending up with, he really is the love of my life. I get I’m only 22 but come on when you know, you know. 

“Jeez, I really do walk in on the wrong times, that or you guys need to get a room.” Harrison says after he walks in the front door with his gym bag, oh so I guess he wasn’t home. We both just flick him off and go back to kissing. So maybe, there is hope for us, or maybe there isn’t. Maybe we’ll stay together for the rest of our lives, or maybe we don’t. All I can wish for is that we will always be friends because this is one friendship I would hate to give up.

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

late night adventures | p.p

pairing; peter parker x stark!reader

prompt; “what if we get caught?”

summary; Peter wants to show his partner what it’s like to swing through the city. Too bad their dad is a bit strict when it comes to their relationship. 

words; a 1.5K mess

warnings; some swearing, angst at the end because I’m a mess, non direct/implied mentions of suicide (I think that’s worded right?) (I’ll mark it - it starts pretty much after Peter leaves)

a/n; this is for @gottaletgopete (previously @whyistomholland-deactivated2018) writing challenge. Hope you like it hun!

Of course he would come to your window. Of course he would knock on your window on the middle of the night and scare the shit out of you. How he always manages to scare you doing that is unknown to you since you live so high up in the tower it’s not like it’s a tree branch or any other some horror film-esque thing that distracts you as the killer sneaks up behind you and kills you. 

“Are you going to let me in or continue your inner monologue about scary movies?” You sigh and smile at your dork of a boyfriend before opening your window to let in the spandex clad hero. 

“Y/N it is my duty to report this to you - “

“Override with the “i’m seventeen” program.” FRIDAY beeps off and you let out a huff of air, praying that it works. You’ve been working on that override program for weeks now for instances like this. It worked last time so you know you shouldn’t be so nervous, but still, your dad is Tony freaking Stark, it’s only a matter of time before he catches it. 

“How’d you know I was thinking about scary movies?” Peter chuckles as he takes his mask off and steps closer to where you stand next to your bed. 

“Because I know you think of them every time you hear a loud noise.” Well...he’s not wrong. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck as his come to rest on your waist. 

“So what’s up Spider-Boy, mhm? Did you want to do something or just make of fun of my anxiety?” He smiles and kisses your nose. 

“I want to go on an adventure.” You lean back a bit to see his face better and scrunch up your nose and brows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I want to go on an adventure. With you. And my webs.” He smiles like he’s proud of the idea, meanwhile you’re already thinking of your dad’s reaction to checking in on you only to see you gone, just to find out your flying across town with bug boy. 

“Um...no.” Peter deflates and drops his forehead to yours, making it so you’re staring directly into his pleading chocolate brown eyes. 

“Y/N! Please.” He’s whining and you feel your self start to break. 

“Peter no, what if we get caught? Mhm? What then? We won’t be able to see each other ever again. You know my dad is already hesitant about our relationship. Imagine his reaction when he finds out I went swinging around the city with you at...one in the effing morning! Jeez what are we still doing up.” Peter giggles at your reaction to the time before making you look back at his begging face. 

“Y/N C’mon. It’ll be like twenty minutes, maybe less okay. We’ll just swing to Central Park and back. I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” That you have. But not at one in the morning and when your dad has no clue about it. 

“Peter...” You trail off, already feeling your resolve crumble as he begins to pout his lips. 

“Please.” Kiss. “Please” Kiss. “Please.” Kiss. “Please.” 

“Fine. Just-just stop smothering me with kisses.” Peter smiles that innocent, bright smile that always makes you melt before pecking you on the lips one last time. “Let me grab a sweater.” He bounces in place as you grab a blue sweater from your closet. Just as you finish putting it on, you Peter sigh. 

“I’ve been looking for that.” You look down and stifle a smile at the familiar yellow and blue sweater that you had on. You remember now how he left it here one day after working in the lab with your dad and you grabbed it, having the intentions to give it back, only to keep it because it smelled like him. 

“Ooops?” You offer shyly. Peter smiles and slides his mask on before grabbing your hand.

“C’mon thief.” And before you can even ask about shoes, Peter is hugging you and jumping out your window. You’re too shocked to scream and your eyes involuntarily squeeze shut. The feeling of free falling doesn’t last long though because soon you hear a familiar ‘thwip’ and then you’re swinging from one web to the other. You realize his moves are sluggish and a big off though because he’s only using one hand. So, in an act of bravery that rivaled what the troops feel, in your eyes anyway, you open your eyes to be able to hug Peter tightly with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist so he can swing. Once your settled he let’s out a quiet ‘thank you’ before continuing. It’s then you really take it in. You’re swinging. Through the city. With your boyfriend. Whose Spider-Man. 

Holy shit. 

The laugh that bubbles out of you is unexpected but welcomed. You hear Peter chuckle at your antics as he keeps swinging from skyscraper to skyscraper, all the way to Central Park like he said. It’s not that far from the tower, especially when you’re traveling via Spider-Man. He lands on the edge of the park under a tree to stay somewhat hidden, with you still wrapped tightly around him. YOu giggle as you jump down before tackling him in a hug. 

“Oh my God! Pe - Spider-Man that was so cool oh my God. We have to go again!” You can tell Peter is smiling his sunshine smile underneath the mask and you so desperately want to see it. You lift his mask just up to his nose and smile brighter at his.

Peter feels his heart flutter and smile grow at your red cheeks and lively eyes. You truly are so excited and he made that happen. 

“Well, we still have to head back to the tower.” You bounce in place and nod. 

“Yes! Yes! Let’s go. Oh it’s so cool!” Just before you go to jump back in his arms though, you hear the all to familiar sound of thrusters. You gulp and notice Peter doing the same thing before slowly turning around. Part of you really hopes he just sent a suit, but as soon as you turn around fully, the face plate lifts and your face to face with a very angry Tony Stark. 

“Hey...dad. Wha-what’s up?”

“What’s up? Oh nothing. You know, just chasing down my kid after they decided to, quite literally, jump out their window with Spider-Boy who has strict instructions to not be in your room after 8 pm.” You sigh and step towards your dad hoping to calm him down. 

“Dad I know it looks bad.” 

“Looks bad? Y/N all FRIDAY told me was that you left the building via your window. Do you realize how scary that was to hear? What went through my head at those words?”

“Dad -”

“No the parent is talking so zip it. You can’t pull this shit Y/N. I don’t care that you two are ‘madly in love’ or some other stupid teenage shit. You don’t just, you don’t jump out your window and not tell me or FRIDAY.”

“Sir, it was my idea. I shouldn - “ Peter begins to talk and you internally groan and roll your eyes at your boyfriend. 

“Zip it. I don’t want a hear a word from you. You know what? Go home kid. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Home. Or I’m calling May.” Peter sighs before agreeing. He quickly kisses your cheek before taking off, not seeing the way your dad softens just a touch at the soft move. 

“What were you thinking?” You shrug as you look down at the ground. 

“I just - I wanted to have fun. It’s not like I wasn’t safe. Peter wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.” 

“That-that’s not the point. The point is you didn’t tell me and so all I got was a notification saying my kid jumped out their window.” Your heart drops at the realization. 

-- non direct mentions of suicide --

Depression runs in the family. 

He always thinks the worse. 

He’s been there. 

“Dad I - I didn’t even think about that I - I’m so sorry.” By now he’s stepped out of the suit and practically fall into his arms, tears falling down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry I didn-didn’t even consider-” 

-- okay you’re good --

“It’s okay.” He’s lost all anger now. But you’ve gained it all. 

“No. No it’s not I was stupid and reckless and-”

“And you were a teenager. I’m sorry kid I didn’t mean to make you cry. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. You’ve never said anything about that stuff. I shouldn’t have assumed to worst I - I’m sorry.” You hug him tighter as you hear a car roll up behind you. He no doubt called Happy to come pick you two up instead of flying back. Now that you realize the suit is gone. Has been since Peter left. 

“I’m sorry Dad.” 

“It’s okay Kid. It’s okay. Let’s go home yeah? Get some rest?” You nod and hug him tighter once more as he kisses your head before heading back to the car, his arm around your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist. 

“So...was it at least fun?” 

[cameronspecial]

How To Get Out Of A Fight

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Holland have been dating for two years. Sometimes Tom’s career can cause him overwhelming stress, normally it would affect anything between them, but this time Tom just snaps. 

Prompt: Did you just kiss me?

Word Count:  1841

A/N: I am writing this imagines for @gottaletgopete Writing Challenge. Lesson Learned is one of my favourite Harry Potter AU! Hope you like it!

(Y/N) and Tom had been dating for 2 years now and in their relationship, for most of the time, fights were not common. However, with Tom feeling stress out about work, he tended to take it out on one of the people he loves the most. (Y/N) and Tom were at a restaurant for dinner, but it did not go as smoothly as they had hoped it would. Tom sat glaring at the waiter who just left the table with their orders. (Y/N) looks at Tom and frowns when she notices that he was not very pleased with the waiter. “Tommy, what’s wrong?” she worries, she knew that his job was causing him stress and wanted to know if she could help relieve it. He looks over at his girlfriend with jealousy in his eyes, “Oh, so now you care for me. After the hunk waiter leaves all eyes turn back to the useless boyfriend.” “What are you talking about? You know I will always care for you,” she argues back. “Really? You didn’t seem to care for me when you were flirting with him!” he fights back. “Tom, I was not flirting with him. Please, calm down. We are in public, you can’t make a scene,” she reminds him.

However, he did not listen to her, too stressed about his day even though deep down he knows it is not right. They bickered the whole dinner and now found themselves in front of the restaurant still arguing. “Can you please stop accusing me of flirting with the waiter? He was just being nice. Am I not allowed to have people be nice to me?” she yells at her boyfriend. “You are allowed to have people be nice to you, but you are not allowed to be flirted with if it is not me doing the flirting!” he shouts back. “I’m not property. I can do whatever I want! Yes, I am aware that we are in a relationship and that it would be wrong to flirt with other people, but I don’t like to be talked about like an item!” she asserts with annoyance. “I can’t deal with this right now! I need to calm down before I do something that I regret! I’m going to do some work at my parents’ house!” he informs her as throws her the car keys and goes to get a cab. The young woman looks at her boyfriend with irritation as he walks away from her, “You can’t just run off in the middle of a fight! It won’t solve anything and work is what is causing you stress. Maybe, you should take a break for a bit.” He didn’t reply and just walks off without turning back.

The young woman makes her way home safely and in tears. She gets changed into her favourite shirt that was Tom’s. She makes her way to the living room to watch some TV and wait for her boyfriend to make sure he is safe. She wraps herself in the warmth of her blanket and let the tears fall. Before she knows it she falls asleep to the sound of the TV.

Tom stumbles into the flat drunk as hell, he hears the TV in the living and goes to turn it off. He notices that (Y/N) was asleep on the couch, so he picks her up and carries her over to their bedroom. He walks through the doorway, but not before he accidentally hit her head on the doorway. (Y/N) wakes up confused as to why she was in the doorway of her room and why her head hurt, “Ouch. What the hell is going on?” She looks up and sees that Tom was carrying her; she was almost happy until she remembers what happened at the restaurant and that he smells of alcohol. “I am so sorry, darling,” Tom tells her. She gives him an angry look and gets out of his arms. “Why should I accept your apologizes after you just stormed off after a fight and come back home reeking? After you told me you would be working at your parents’ house. When we fight one of us is not supposed to walk off without fixing it with the other that is how we do something that we don’t mean to do-“ she starts scolding, but was interrupted by Tom. “I know, darling. I am sorry, but I am just stressed with work. That is all. I promise once I work is down I will be less stress and back to my old self.”

“Tom, I know you are stressed, but just because you are stressed does not mean you can accuse me of flirting with someone else, hurt my feeling, and come home drunk after causing me to worry about you. Maybe we should take a break,” (Y/N) suggests. “No, love, please I love you. I don’t want to take a break,” Tom begs. “Well, if work is causing you to stress may be the loss of stress from our relationship will lessen the stress. How do I know that you the next job you have will not cause you this amount of stress and you do the same thing? Tom, you are always working so hard already. I can’t leave with this fear all the time-“ she rants but was again was interrupted by Tom. However this time it was not with his words but by pressing his lips against hers. He pulls away and opens his eyes; they were filled with hope that this would stop the fight because his drunk mine was clearly not thinking straight. “Did you just kiss me? Did you really just try to get out of a fight by kissing me?” (Y/N) questions Ton as she looks him in the eyes. “Yeah, basically. I know what I did was not right. I was under stress, but that doesn’t make up for it. I love you so much, please don’t leave me. I promise that if you give me the chance I will prove to you that I will never do this again. I am a going to ask them for a break, so we can just spend some time together-” he starts but was not able to finish because the content in his stomach comes back up.

“Oh, I know I should still be mad, but I can’t stay mad at you when you are puking out your stomach. Come on let’s get you to the bathroom, baby,” she says whilst putting his arms around her shoulders and help him over to the bathroom. Tom makes his way over to the toilet and continues to puke out his stomach. (Y/N) makes her way over to beside him and starts rubbing his back, “Get it all out, baby.” Once he was finished and brushes his teeth, she lies him on their bed and goes to get a glass of water, a bucket, and some medicine for a headache in the morning. “Here you go just for you. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll wake up with a splitting headache,” she orders him as she puts them down on his nightstand. “But I am hungry. I want food. I love you,” he whispers as he sits up and starts touching her. “Okay, let’s go get you something to eat handsome,” when (Y/N) says that he giggles.

Tom sat on the island chair whilst he watched his girlfriend make him a sandwich. “I don’t like cheese, remember,” Tom whines while he wraps his arms around her waist. “This cheese is for me,” she informs him whilst eating some cheese. “I love you so much, sexy. I don’t think I want to eat a sandwich anymore, I found something much tastier,” he whispers into her ear. “I don’t think, you are in any shape to do that tonight. Now eat your sandwich, babe,” she confronts him. Tom nods and goes back to acting like a child. He sits on the barstool and starts eating his sandwich. “This is very yummy. I love you so much. You are so pretty,” he babbles. It looks like he was now in the stage of drunkenness that he does not act like himself, but as a baby. She finds this stage a cute one because instead of him taking care of her, she takes care of him. She loved it. “All done,” he declares. She puts the plate in the sink, takes his hand, and takes him to their bedroom, “Okay, let’s get you to bed.” She takes off his clothes till he was only in his boxer, she only stared at his abs for a minute just a minute not longer and lies him in bed. She climbs in with him and wraps her arms around him so she is the big spoon. “Goodnight,” she whispers as she plays with his hair to help them both sleep.

Tom wakes up with a splitting headache; he looks over to his nightstand to see that (Y/N) had left him some medicine and a glass of water. He feels (Y/N) arms draped over his waist and remembers what he did. Then what she did for him after what he did. He carefully moves her hand off him, takes the medicine and goes to the bathroom. He decided to make her breakfast in a way to make up for what happened. He makes five heart shapes, slightly burnt, pancakes, poorly made heart shaped bacon, and a strawberry smoothie. He puts everything on a tray with some cutlery, a vase with a flower and a note. Before he goes in he calls his boss asking them for the week offer, in which they agree, and made them over to their bathroom.

He walks in and kisses her lips to wake her up. Her eyes flutter open and he looks into her beautiful eyes. “Good morning, love. I know I was a dick, but I am sorry. I called my bosses asked them for a week off and they said yes. I am going to spend this week with all my attention on you and showering in love. I made you breakfast, which is only the start of this weeks,” he notifies her whilst setting down the tray on her lap. She sits up and smiles, “You did not have to do that, but I appreciate that. Thank you and I forgive you. It’s not like I am guilt free. Truth is it is hard for me to stay mad at you when you are being all cute acting like a baby.” “Thank you so much, princess. I promise you will not regret this,” he whispers, he kisses her lips then steals a heart-shaped bacon. They spent the day at home watching movies and eating sharing food. Even though Tom did not like fighting with (Y/N), the fight yesterday helped him realizes that he could not live without her and that the ring hidden in his wardrobe is finally ready to appear on her left ring finger.

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I Love How

Summary: Just some roommates confessing their love for each other.

Word count: 2299

Warning: bit of sad reader

A/N: This is for @gottaletgopete writing challenge! Sorry it’s taken me so long to post a story, work has been nuts. I hope you enjoy ☺️

Masterlist

“Tom your venti Cappuccino with a shot of espresso is ready!” You called to the room, looking for the mop of brown hair that was in every morning like clockwork.

“Thanks love!” His face was as bright, taken over by a smile. “Oh! Hey, I have a question. Can I stick this roommate flyer on the board?”

You glanced at the paper he held in his hands. “Roommate Wanted”, in big letters along with some details and contact information. “Yeah, there should be a blank space, we cleared off some old stuff the other day.”

“Awesome! Thanks so much! See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

The rest of the day went on as normal, the flyer the last thing on your mind as you mixed together all the requested combinations of coffee or tea. It wasn’t till you were hanging your apron up at the end of your shift when you saw it and curiosity got the better of you.

“Roommate Wanted

Hello, I’m Tom! My current roommate is moving out and I can’t afford to live on my own. I’m really not that picky on who I live with just as long as you can pay your part of the bills! Sadly my apartment complex doesn’t allow pets, or crazy party’s. But it’s just a block away from town and the neighbors are nice! If your interested please let me know!”

At the bottom he had included his number and address cut into rip away pieces. Strangely enough, he lived in the same building as you, just a few floors down.

“My lease is up soon, I’ll take one just in case.” You thought to yourself, pulling one of the tabs off and sticking it between your phone and case.

You didn’t see Tom for a few days, you heard his name called, but you were always busy when he came in. You had noticed that a few more contact tags were gone, so when you did end up seeing him, you asked.

“How’s the roommate hunt?”

His smile faltered a bit. “Eh, not so good. I’ve talked to a few people but none of them have worked out.” He shrugged, taking a drink of his coffee. “But, I’ll find someone.”

“I’m sure you will!” Before you could say more your coworker thrusted another drink in your hand. Tom smiled and nodded his head before leaving.

That night you got a reminder notice in the mail about your lease being up soon and to renew or move. That night you pulled the contact tab from behind your phone and sent a text to Tom.

You: Hey, Tom! It’s Y/N from the coffee shop. Listen, my lease is up soon on my apartment and I was wondering if we could meet up and discuss me maybe being your new roommate?

Tom: Yes! You don’t work Saturday right? We could meet at the coffee shop and maybe work out a plan?

Saturday came fast, everyday Tom reminded you.

“Don’t forget about Saturday!” His smile would be brighter than ever as he grabbed his coffee.

When you got there, he was already seated with his usual and an iced coffee across from him.

“Am I early?” You asked, causing him to jump, then look at the coffee you were pointing at.

His mouth formed an o. “No, no. That’s for you. I asked your coworker what your favorite drink was and got it for you.” His cheeks flushed a bit. “Please, sit.”

“Thank you.” You pointed the drink toward him before taking a sip. “So, you do still need a roommate right?”

“Yeah. My mate Harrison is moving out and I really can’t afford the rent myself. I love the location and really don’t want to move out.”

“Funny enough, I actually live a few floors above you. So I know what you mean. The location is perfect for the commute to work, and the building is nice.”

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*Six months later*

“THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND.” You slammed the freezer door, spinning around and making a beeline to the child’s room. Because that’s what he was. A child. “How many times do I have to tell you not to eat my ice cream!” Your date had been a disaster and all you wanted was to eat your ice cream and watch sappy movies.

“Oh shit!” You hear from behind the door, you pushed it open only to catch him trying to sneak out onto the fire escape.

“You absolute shit.” Crossing your arms, you watch him. He had one foot out the window. His head was ducked but turned toward you. “I hope you’re on your way to the store to get me replacement ice cream.”

Tom pulled himself back inside, turning to face you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It just looked so good and I was hungry. I didn’t think you would be home so early, I thought I’d have time to get you a replacement. Weren't you on a date with Jason? Or Mason? Or whatever his name is.”

You crossed your arms tighter over you, looking down at the floor. “His name was Matthew. And I’m no longer going to be seeing him.”

“What happened?” Toms socked feet came into view, his toes almost touching yours.

“He told me he was only using me for a rebound, but his ex girlfriend wanted to get back together so he was done with me.”

“Y/N.” Tom huffed. His arms wrapped around you. “I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s whatever. What’s three months of my time anyway?” You rub your cheek on the scratchy fabric of his sweater, breathing in the mixture of detergent and cologne.

“Tell you what. You go get in the bath. I’ll bring you a glass of wine and go get replacement ice cream and a pizza. Sound good?”

“Yes please.” You nod, finally wrapping your arms around Tom. In the few months you had lived with him, the two of you have become best friends. The decision to move in was probably the best one you have made in a while. He could always make you laugh, and he’d even sit through as many sappy movies as you wanted.

The two of you did almost everything together. Tom would swing by after your shift and you’d go to the store, have dinner, stop at a movie. Everyone in the coffee shop thought the two of you were dating, and your best friend always pestered you to date him. Every time a relationship or date didn’t go well she’d always say something about Tom. “Y/N just date Tom. The two of you are perfect for each other.”

Sure the thought had crossed your mind. You did like him, he was cute and funny and always knew how to cheer you up. That feeling got stronger every time he was there for you or made you laugh. But you didn’t want it to ruin your friendship. What you had going now was good and you didn’t want to end up needing a place to live if anything ever went wrong. Plus you were pretty sure he didn’t like you that way anyway.

After slowly finishing your glass of wine, you washed off the remaining soap and got out. Tom wasn’t back yet so you quickly snuck off to your room, throwing on a tank and shorts. Before going to the living room, making a pit stop in Tom’s room for a hoodie.

By the time he was back with the food, you were cozy on the couch with the movie queued.

“A Walk to Remember?” Tom questioned, placing the pizza box on the table before pulling it closer. “Really?”

“Yes really. I feel like hurting myself even more emotionally. I need a good cry. And it’s my favorite movie.” You looked over at him, a soft knowing smile on his face. “You don’t have to watch it with me again.”

“I know that. But I’m going to anyway.” He made himself comfortable beside you. “Alright I’m ready.”

By the end of the movie you were both cuddled to each other sniffling. Your cry more of a sob, like once the tears started they just kept coming.

“Why doesn’t anyone love me?” You asked as the credits scrolled the screen.

Tom sat up, pushing you up as well so he could see your face. “What are you talking about?”

“Every relationship I’ve had has ended horribly. I’ve been cheated on, left for other people, ghosted. It’s like there’s something wrong with me that keeps people from loving me.” Your breath heaved as you cried. “It’s bullshit.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Tom pulled you too him, his hands tight around you as you cried on him. “You’ll find someone who will treat you like the princess you are. Boys are stupid.”

You pulled yourself up, looking at his sad expression. “You’re not stupid.”

He laughed a little, whipping your cheek. “I can be sometimes.” He left his hand on your cheek for a moment before whipping it again. “Come on love, let’s get you to bed.” Tom helped you up, walking with you to your room and even tucking you into bed.

“Tom.” You reaches for his hand before he could leave. “Could you lay with me awhile? I don’t really want to be alone.”

He nodded as he climbed in beside you, lifting his arm up so you could lay on his chest while he played with your hair.

When you woke up the next morning, there was an arm over your side and a warm body pressed against your back. It wasn’t the first time, but typically it was because one of you had crawled into bed with the other. When you tired to get up, Tom just pulled you closer.

“Tom. Tom I have to pee.” You tried to pull at his arm, earning a groan. “Tom.”

“Fiiine.” He moves his arm, flopping over onto your empty spot.

When you came out of the bathroom, he was sitting up scrolling through his phone. “I thought you were going to just stay till I fell asleep?”

“I did, but you looked so comfortable that I just couldn’t bring myself to move. But I also did some thinking.” He patted the bed beside him. “I wanna talk to you about something.”

You heart stopped. Awful thoughts started swarming your mind. He was kicking you out. He was moving. He was sick of being your friend. “Oh god.” You bit your lip, sitting beside him but avoiding his eyes. “Those words never end well.”

“No. Oh no, no. It’s nothing like that.” His eyes were wide as he shook his head and grabbed your hand. “At least. I hope it won’t be like that.” He took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m just going to come right out with it. I love you. Like, I’m in love with you Y/N.”

“Tom.”

“No let me finish please.” His eyes were pleading with you. “I love you. I love everything about you. How you always eat two bowls of Pops when you're hungover. How when you're concentrating on a game you get this crinkle between your eyes. I love hearing you sing in the shower, and how the bathroom always smells like your shampoo after. I love how when you’re doing coursework you stick your pens in your hair.

I love how you look in my clothes, even though you are typically mad at me because I forgot to switch your laundry. I love how you can watch the same movies over and over and every time it’s like the first. You can always tell when I’m in a mood and know just how to make me smile. That you know just how I take my tea. It hurts me everytime I see you cry, no matter what the reason. I hate how every person you’ve dated has made you feel so bad about yourself because you’re beautiful.

The first time I heard you call it my name at the coffee shop I knew I wanted to hear you say it forever. When you asked to be my roommate I was so excited to be able to just have you in my life.” He stopped, his brown eyes were wide like he couldn’t believe he’d just said that.

“Tom.” A smile made its way across your face and you looked at your hands. “I love you too. I don’t have a list prepared, but I’ve got some things I think about often.” You looked him in the eyes, trying to put as u h lovenint othe look as possible. “I love your hugs, the way you smell, how you know just how to cheer me up. I love that even when I’m in a mood you don’t let me go till I talk about it. How I secretly love when you forget to change my laundry so I can wear your clothes. I love how you watch sappy movies with me even a hundred times. And, I love waking up next to you.”

Tom looked like he might cry. He reached for your arms, pulling you into a hug. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long. I was just so worried it wouldn’t end well.” He kisses the top of your head and you snuggled into him more.

“Me too. But I’m glad you told me.” You sat up and we’re almost nose to nose. “How about a lazy day?”

Tom moved closer so the two of you really were nose to nose. “I’d love that. You know what else I’d love?”

“What?” You voice was barely a whisper.

Without another word, Tom’s lips met yours and in that moment you knew that becoming roommates was the smartest decision ever.

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Wherever You Are

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings- Angst

Word Count- 594

A/N- This is based on the song Where Ever You Are by 5 Seconds Of Summer. This is for @gottaletgopete ‘s writing challenge. She’s amazing, go read her works. This is also my first angst story and my first Tom story.

The Song

(Y/n) loved Tom, but they just kept fighting. There was small fights and bigger fights, but they all left both of them upset.

It made it harder when Tom had to leave for his acting career. They both tried to pretend like nothing was wrong. They tried so hard to stay together. But it just kept getting worse.

When they broke up, they were both upset. It was right before Tom had to leave for a new project. (Y/n) didn’t know where he was going next, and at the time she was glad she didn’t know.

But the longer he was gone, the more it hurt. She knew he wasn’t coming back, and it hurt. He was her other half, and she felt like she was torn in two. There have been so many nights she almost called him.

She wanted so badly to find him and see him again, but she couldn’t. But she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wherever he was, she wanted to run to him and apologize.

She thought about dating someone else, but nothing would compare to what they had. It would always be him that she loved. But nothing lasts forever. Nothing stays the same. So why couldn’t she stop feeling this way? Why couldn’t she stop hurting?

Her friends tried to get her to leave her bed, but she didn’t want to. And if she did, she would struggle not to cry. It was obvious she wasn’t getting sleep and that she wasn’t taking care of herself.

No matter what her friends did, she couldn’t stop thinking of him. There was always something that reminded her of him. Especially when she walked by a rack of magazines that had him on the front.

She stopped in her tracks, looking at the magazine of Tom modeling perfectly. She didn’t see any signs of him being upset. He didn’t look broken at all. She burst into tears, right there in the mall and her friends tried to comfort her.

She had to stop herself from calling him and saying “I just can’t stop thinking about you. Wherever you are.”

What she didn’t know, was that Tom was broken too. Every night he would cry himself to sleep, thinking about her. He had to keep himself from calling her and begging for her to take him back.

He remembers how she was crying at the airport as they closed the plane doors. He wondered how she was, if she was better off without him.

He was struggling. The make-up and effects didn’t show it, but he was torn in two. He watched his phone constantly, hoping she would call and beg for him to come home.

He missed her so much. Harrison could see how broken Tom was. He was Tom’s shoulder to cry on. He was Tom’s rock, who held him while he sobbed. He listened while Tom went on rants about how much he loves her, and all the little details of her that were so beautiful in his eyes.

He would pull himself together for filming, but when it was just him or him and Harrison, he would break. Every morning it took him so much effort to get out of bed. He wasn’t his cheerful happy self, he was a sad broken guy who just wanted to curl up in bed and cuddle with (Y/n).

He didn’t delete any of their pictures off his phone, it hurt too much. He held onto that tiny sliver of hope that he would get her back.