#dad!sam holland

[itsagentromanoff]

[Bucky and Sam are mad at Peter]

Bucky: I have a license to kill.

Peter: [shrugs] So? I have a learners permit.

[Tony high fives Peter]

[waitimcomingtoo]

Meatballs! At the Unspecified Celebratory Event

Pairing: Tom Holland x ex!reader

Synopsis: you and Tom see each other at a family event for the first time since your breakup

Masterlist

“Thanks so much for having me. It’s good to see you again.”

“Of course. You know you’re always welcome. Now go grab some meatballs. I made them myself.” Sam said and squeezed your arm. You smiled in return before going over to the food table.

You put a few meatballs into your plate and mingled in the crowd with friends of the family that you hadn’t seen in a while. You heard someone being greeted by several people as they came in and looked up out of curiosity. Thats when you and Tom made eye contact. You quickly looked away and turned your body while you prayed that he hadn’t seen you. He had, of course, and was immediately making his way over to you.

“Hey.” Tom said when he finally got to you.

“Your mom told me to come.” You said at the same time. You then both apologized at the same time for cutting the other off.

“Oh. Sorry. You first.” Tom said and gestured to you.

“Sorry. Your mom told me to come.” You quickly explained. “I told her it would be too weird now that we’re broken up and everything but she insisted. Plus, I wanted to support Sam.”

“It’s okay. I’m really glad you’re here. I’m happy to see you.” Tom said sincerely. You smiled awkwardly and looked around the crowd to avoid eye contact. Tom looked around the crowd as well and briefly wondered that the purpose of the gathering was. The awkward silence went on for so long that it became palpable and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look, Tom, I really never would’ve shown up like this if I knew you were gonna be here. I’d hate to make things awkward. But Harry told me it was safe to come. I thought you were filming in LA?” You asked and felt yourself cringing over how much you were over explaining your presence.

“I am. I have the weekend off so I came to support Sam.” Tom answered and felt disappointed now that he knew you hadn’t come just to see him.

“Oh. That’s nice. I love LA. It’s so…hot.” You faked another smile and looked away. Tom felt the conversation falling flat but was desperate to keep talking to you.

“So, uh, you still keep in touch with mum?” He asked you.

“Yeah, yeah. Not that much, though. She checks in on me and I do the same.”

“That’s nice. And I’m guessing you still talk to Harry since he told you I was filming?” He asked and looked over at Harry who had conveniently never mentioned that he was still in contact with you.

“Oh, yeah. Him too.” You laughed nervously. “We were good friends so, yeah. He and I still talk.”

“And you came to support Sam. Who must’ve sent you an invite. To your new place. Since you moved out.” Tom realized with a tight smile.

“He actually didn’t send it to my new place. He gave me an invite the last time I was over his place, so…” You trailed off when you realized your attempt to make him feel better was probably just making things worse.

“Which was…” Tom asked.

“Oh, a couple weeks ago. He had me and Paddy over to try some new recipe. It wasn’t anything serious.” You explained and tried to make it sound as uneventful as possible.

“I see. So you’re still talking to the whole family. Everyone but me.” He said with a tight smile. You could see the sadness in his eyes now that he had learned this information and wished you hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah. Sorry. It felt wrong to just cut ties completely. It’s not like I broke up with them.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Right. Just me.” He returned the laugh and sounded just as awkward. An uncomfortable silence fell between you for a long time now that you had run out of things to say. You made brief eye contact with him and quickly looked away as you scanned the party for something to talk about.

“I haven’t talked to your dad since the breakup, if that helps.” You said finally.

“It helps a little.” Tom shrugged.

“Oh, good, it does?”

“Not really.” He admitted. “Nothing does.”

“Yeah. Me either.” You shrugged and took a long sip of your drink. Tom’s eyebrows went up in surprise to hear that you were struggling just as much.

“Really?” He asked quietly. You looked into his eyes and debated telling him just how much you missed him. You ultimately decided against it since it wasn’t the time or place to have that conversation.

“The food was really good, wasn’t it? I loved the meatballs.” You asked to change the subject. You had no idea how to make small talk with someone you used to have a life with.

“Yeah. So good. Sam’s great.” Tom nodded in agreement even though he hadn’t tried any food yet.

“So great.” You echoed. You both hated the faking niceties with each other but you had no idea how else to interact now that you were broken up. Thankfully, Harry walked up to the two of you with a plate of food and relieved some of the tension.

“Hey.” He said to you before realizing Tom was there too. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realize you guys were talking. Should I leave?”

“No!” You and Tom said in unison. Harry leaving meant you’d have to scramble to find more things to say so you were desperate to keep him there. Harry gave you both a strange look over how enthusiastically you said no before taking a bite of one of his meatballs.

“It’s fine. What did you need?” You asked him.

“That guy I told you about is here. He wants to meet you.” Harry said and pointed over his shoulder. Tom followed his finger and saw a 6 foot tall blonde guy covered in those little minimalistic tattoos. The very tattoos you once told Tom you loved on other people.

“Oh, great.” You smiled and waved to the guy. Tom looked between you and the guy several times and felt jealousy bubble up inside him.

“Who’s that guy?” He asked through a forced laugh so he didn’t sound as worried as he felt.

“That’s Garrett. He’s one of my photographs buddies.” Harry explained.

“I’ll go say hi.” You told Harry before going over to the guy. Tom watched you hug him hello and clenched his jaw.

“Woah, mate. Whats going on with you? If you stare any harder, that vein in your neck is gonna explode.” Harry said to him.

“Who is that guy?” Tom whispered harshly.

“I told you. He’s a friend from film school. I hooked him up with Y/n.”

“Hooked up?” Tom almost shouted. “What do you mean hooked up?”

“Oh my God. Down boy.” Harry snorted. “I mean I hooked them up to work on a project together. She wants him to shoot something for her.”

“If she needs pictures then why can’t you do it?”

“Because shes like my sister so I don’t want to see her in her underwear.” Harry said like it was obvious. Tom’s stomach dropped and he looked back over at you and Garrett. You were laughing at something he had said and Tom’s jealousy doubled.

“Underwear? What are you talking about?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know. She wants to do some album art in this vintage lingerie she found and he specializes in the style she was going for. I wasn’t really listening when she was explaining because I was too focused on the meatballs.” Harry shrugged and took another bite of his food. Tom snatched Harry plate and put it down on the nearest table.

“Stop eating the meatballs for one second. Are you telling me you asked that guy to take pictures of her in her underwear?” Tom whispered angrily.

“Yes, Tom. I approached my friend and asked him to take photos of my brothers ex girlfriend in her underwear specifically for my own enjoyment.” Harry said sarcastically. Tom gave him an annoyed look so Harry stopped being sarcastic.

“No. She needed a photographer, he needed a job, so I hooked them up. Thats the end of the very simple and very boring story of why Y/n is talking to that guy.”

“Stop saying hooked them up. You’re making it sound like they’re gonna date. Does he even know about me?” Tom asked as he stared daggers over at you and Garrett.

“He’s seen Spies in Disguise.” Harry shrugged.

“Oh my God.” Tom groaned. “I don’t mean my films. Does he know I’m her boyfriend?”

“You mean ex boyfriend?” Harry said out of the corner of his mouth. Tom gave him a look and Harry quickly shoved another meatball into his mouth.

“Fine. Ex. Does he know we used to date?”

“Relax, mate. I’m your brother. I’m not gonna throw your girl into the arms of another man. We’re all rooting for you guys to get back together.”

“Okay, good.” Tom sighed in relief.

“But sometimes, in order to realize who your soulmate is, you have to sleep with a beefy photographer who has tattoos straight off a Pinterest board.”

“WHAT?” Tom shouted this time, causing a few people to look over at them.

“Oh my God. It was a joke.” Harry groaned. “Chill out. How are you still this uptight when there are delicious meatballs around?”

“Enough with the meatballs.” Tom hissed. “You don’t really think she’s gonna sleep with him, do you?”

“Hm. Probably not.” Harry shrugged as he looked over at you and Garrett.

“Good.” Tom sighed.

“But my boy is a dawg so he’s definitely gonna try.” Harry snorted and ate another meatball. Tom looked at him with an unamused expression and Harry stopped chewing.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “Wrong crowd.”

“It doesn’t matter if he tries. She’d never go for a guy like that. He’s all wrong for her. Right?” Tom asked nervously.

“Mate, don’t do this here. We’re here to support Sam. This is not the time or place to fight for your girls honor.” Harry pointed out. Tom reluctantly nodded in agreement and turned to watch you again. Garrett had his hand on your shoulder now as he told you some story.

“Nope. I can’t watch this. I need to talk to her.” Tom decided and crossed the room to get to you. You and Garrett were laughing at something so Tom started laughing too until you noticed he was there.

“Oh, Garrett, this is Tom.” You said to bring Tom into the conversation.

“Hey, man. I loved you in Spies in Disguise.” Garrett said as he shook his hands. Tom felt slightly annoyed that he couldn’t hate this guy since he was nice.

“Thanks.” Tom said quietly. An awkward silence fell between the three of you and all laughter ceased.

“It’s a great movie. Underrated as hell.” You added after an awkward beat of silence.

“Thank you, darling.” Tom said sincerely. “So what were you guys talking about?”

“We were talking about maybe working together for a shoot.” Garrett answered.

“Right. Harry was telling me about it. I wanted to tell you that you can come over and grab some of your sets if you need them for the shoot. You left a lot at my place.” Tom said to you. You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t help but smile. You knew exactly what he was doing and he knew it too. He smiled innocently at you before checking for Garrett’s reaction.

“His place? Why would your stuff be there?” Garett wondered.

“Of course it’s at my place. Where else would she be wearing lingerie?” Tom asked with a simple shrug. You turned your face so he wouldn’t see you laughing at what he said.

“Wait, so, how do you guys know each other?” Garrett asked you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. She must not have mentioned. I know her from being her boyfriend.” Tom said and put an arm around you.

“Ex boyfriend.” You smiled sarcastically and pushed his arm off.

“Semantics.” Tom shrugged.

“Ex?” Garett raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Thats great news. I didn’t think a girl as pretty as you was available.”

“Oh, I’m not.” You laughed awkwardly.

“You’re not?” Garett frowned.

“You’re not?” Tom smiled in surprise.

“I mean, I am, but not for you two. Excuse me.” You smiled at them both and quickly exited the conversation. Tom and Garrett looked at each other with a new sense of competition between them.

“Spies in Disguise wasn’t even that good.” Garett mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Tell that to my Kids Choice Award.” Tom snapped.

“I will.” Garrett said mockingly. They exchanged sharp looks with one another before Tom walked away. He searched the room for you but couldn’t find you for a while. He asked around to see if anyone had seen you but had no luck. He sighed and went outside the restaurant to get some air. Coincidentally, you had the same idea. You were leaning against the wall of the restaurant with a drink in your hand and staring out into the night.

“Hey.” Tom said as he approached you.

“Jesus Christ.” You jumped.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But I have been looking for you. Do you think we could talk?”

“About what?” You played dumb and took a long sip of your drink. Tom kicked some gravel on the ground and kept his eyes down.

“Us.”

“Is it really a good time? My blood is like 70% red sauce right now.” You groaned and patted your full stomach.

“When else? You don’t return any of my calls.” Tom said without looking in your eyes. You could hear how upset he was over that you felt bad for ignoring him for so long.

“Because we broke up. People who break up aren’t supposed to talk.” You said gently.

“But we weren’t supposed to break up.“ he insisted and looked up at you.

“How can you say that when you’re the one who broke up with me?”

“It was a mistake. I just blurted that out during the fight. I was frustrated from the terrible day I had so I took it out on you. I never meant to say I wanted to break up.”

“But you did.“ You reminded him. “I don’t care how frustrated you were. I never would’ve said that to you.”

“I know.” He sighed. “And believe me, I’ve wished I could take it back from the second it left my lips.”

“Then why’d you say it?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “It just fell out of my mouth.”

“Because you don’t have any lips to stop it?” You asked with a coy smile. Tom looked at you in surprise and could tell you felt proud of that one.

“That kinda sounded like you forgiving me.” He smiled cheekily.

“Maybe I’m just trying to get back into a family that can produce meatballs like this.” You shrugged and avoided eye contact. You could feel Tom staring at you so you kept your eyes out on the London skyline.

“Why’d you come tonight?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“I told you. Your mom invited me. And I wanted to support Sam.”

“Support Sam doing what, though?” Tom genuinely wondered. “What is party even for? Sam just told me I had to come. I don’t even know what we’re celebrating.”

“I honestly don’t know either.” You admitted. “Your mom just told me Sam was having a party and making meatballs. I’ve been trying to figure out if it was a birthday or graduation from the decorations but they’re too vague. I’m just avoiding Sam so he doesn’t figure out that I don’t know what this event is for.”

“Maybe it’s just a meatball party.” Tom shrugged.

“Maybe.” You laughed softly and finally looked at him. When you looked into his eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him anymore. Whatever had started the fight was long gone from your memory. You didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to get back to how you used to be.

“I knew you were gonna be here today.” You confessed. “That’s why I showed up.”

“Really?” Tom asked and took a step closer to you.

“Really. I just didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone. That’s why I haven’t been answering your calls.”

“And what conversation might that be?” Tom asked and got even closer.

“The ‘I really miss you even though you’re a massive dingus who doesn’t deserve me’ conversation.” You said with a sheepish smile. Tom smiled in return and moved some hair off your face.

“I am a massive dingus.” He agreed. “And I don’t deserve you.”

“I already established that.”

“But what was that? Did I catch you saying you miss me?” He asked playfully and cupped his ear. You rolled your eyes and stepped into his arms to hug him.

“Of course I do. All the photographers I’ve been sleeping with made me miss what we had.” You said against his chest.

“I’ve missed you too, darling.” He sighed happily. “Wait, what that now?”

“I’m kidding. Kind of. Can we make up now?” You asked and pulled out of the hug just enough to look at him. Instead of replying, he leaned down to kiss you for the first time in weeks. It felt like you were picking right back up where you left off as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“That was a joke right?” He laughed once you pulled out of the kiss. Your eyes darted to the side as you pulled out of the embrace.

“We should go inside.”You changed the subject. “I just have to get some more of those meatballs.”

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[alltoowelltom]

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

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

Girlfriend (t.h)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Morning," you whisper cheekily.

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

"Morning, m'love" he rasps.

You poke his side as his eyes flutter closed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug, snuggling into his warmth.

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

He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You slip into the clothes hurriedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He holds out his hand for you to take.

"Ready?"

You nod.

"Ready."

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

"Oh!" she says. "Hello."

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

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

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

"My girlfriend." Tom adds proudly.

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

"Your girlfriend?" repeats Dom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think this is going well, girlfriend."

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tysm for reading! reblogs, comments and feedback is appreciated <3

[sunkissedpages]

instead of you [part fifty-nine] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 2.8k

“You put sunscreen on, right?” 

“Yes, dad.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t burn.”

“Worry about yourself, Casper.”

“You need to come up with a new pale joke. That one is getting old.”

“I’ll go back to the drawing board, spitball a little bit,” you muttered. 

Your best friend laughed. “Let me know when you land on something.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

“Can you get my back, though?” Sam asked. 

“Sure, babe.”

You took the tube of sunblock from his hands and squeezed some into your palm. He yanked off his shirt and shoved it in his bag, turning away from you so that you could apply the sunscreen. He bent his knees a little to make it easier for you, even though he wasn’t that much taller than you. 

You rubbed it in dutifully, making sure that it was all absorbed so that it wouldn’t stain his clothes when or if he put his shirt back on. When you were done, you handed the tube back to him.

“Will you do me?”

“Any day of the week,” Sam replied, winking. “You know you don’t even have to ask, babe.”

“You two are disgusting.” You didn’t have to turn around to know who was complaining. 

“We’re actually having a private conversation, Harry.”

“Well, you’re having it in the middle of a public area.” 

Sam rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else, thankfully. It was too early in the morning to deal with their bickering. 

You had woken up at dawn to make the drive over to Turtle Beach. According to the internet, the best time of day to see the sea turtles was in the morning, so that’s when you were going. No one was in a particularly good mood in the car on the way to the North Shore. It was silent. Dom tried turning the radio on at one point but Nikki immediately turned it off. 

“We’ll be getting coffee after this,” Dom assured everyone, which seemed to lift the spirits at least a little bit. 

It was already crowded when Dom found a parking spot on the side of the road. He was able to snag it as another car was pulling out. 

People were clustered in groups around the rocks that lined the shore, holding their phones out to take pictures of what you assumed to be the turtles. 

Tom had found a parking spot a little further away so he and Haarry joined the rest of you a few minutes later. 

That’s when the sunscreen was applied and promises of caffeine were made. You waited for your sunscreen to dry before putting your coverup back on and walking down to the beach with the Hollands. You weren’t swimming at this beach, not many people did because they didn’t want to disrupt the turtles, but Nikki had made everyone put on sunblock anyway because you’d still be standing in direct sunlight. 

The dropoff from the road to the sand was a bit steep and you stumbled trying to step down from the asphalt and tie the back of your coverup at the same time. 

“Baby, let me,” Sam said, pushing past his brothers to get to you. He chuckled. “That could’ve been bad. You should have just asked me to help you, or waited until we got down there.”

“I would’ve been fine,” you said, brushing it off. “Probably.”

“Knowing you, you probably would’ve hit your head on a rock or something.”

You ignored that comment because he was right and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

The beach was kind of short even at low tide. Some mangrove trees offered a little bit of shade but that was already being monopolized by other tourists. 

“I guess everyone read the same article we read,” Harry muttered. 

“Seems like it,” Dom agreed. 

“Should we go over there?” Tom asked, pointing to a moderately small crowd at the edge of the bay. 

“I don’t see why not,” his dad said. “We can also split up if we want to. We don’t have to stay together.”

You looked at Sam who just shrugged. “We can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t care,” you argued. “They’re your family.”

“Good point. Let’s go the other direction.”

You rolled your eyes and followed Sam left while the other four went right. He wove in between the crowds, looking for turtles that the masses might not have spotted yet. You did the same, even though you were doubtful the two of you would find anything that the other tourists hadn’t. 

You were shocked at how clear the water was. After the other beaches you’d already seen on this trip, you didn’t think it was possible for clearer water to exist. The visibility was insane. You could see every tiny detail, every bump and groove of the rocks, every grain of sand. The only thing diluting the view of everything was the white foam that washed ashore with the waves when they broke. 

You took your phone out of your back pocket to snap a few pictures of the water and Sam gave you a funny look. 

“There aren’t any turtles here,” he said. 

“I want a picture of the view,” you explained. 

“Oh, that makes sense. Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

He watched you snap a few pictures and then offered to take some of you but you declined out of embarrassment. 

“A bunch of people are doing it! Why would you be embarrassed?”

“I’m not good at posing for pictures! I always feel so awkward, especially when it’s just me.”

“Do you want us to take a picture together, then?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” 

Sam pulled his own phone from his pocket and ushers you over to his side. You get close to him and rest your head on his shoulder, smiling softly. He waits for a good wave to appear in the background and then takes a couple selfies.

He taps on the gallery icon in the bottom left corner of the screen to check the pictures and shows you. 

“Oh, these are cute. Can you airdrop them to me later?”

“‘Course.”

Then, Sam squinted a little harder at his screen, zooming in on something.

“What is that?” he asked you, shoving the phone into your face. 

“I don’t know, it’s so pixely- and your hands are shaking.”

Sam took the phone back. “Is that...”

He didn’t even finish the question before he was whipping around and marching toward the water without explaining, leaving you to stay standing where you were like an idiot or follow him aimlessly. You chose the latter. 

“We found one!” he exclaims when you catch up with him, pointing at a dark mass in the water that had also been in the back of your pictures. You replicated his position to be able to see whatever it was more clearly and gasped when you realized it was a sea turtle. 

It was a little further out than the ones that everyone was already ogling over which was probably why no one else had spotted it yet. Their dark shells also tended to blend in with the rocks, adding another layer of difficulty to the search. 

“Should we call your family over?” you asked.

“Only if you’re cool with a bunch of other people swarming us.”

“You’re right, that might not be great. Especially if people start recognizing Tom.”

Sam nodded. “Then we’d never get out of here. I’ll go run and get them. You stay here with the turtle.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was off. Seemed to be a pattern today. 

“She still here?” Sam asked when he came back, the rest of his family members in tow.

You were confused before you understood that he was referring to the turtle. Apparently, he had decided its pronouns in the time he was gone. 

“Yeah, she’s a little closer too,” you answered. 

You pointed at the shadow in the water and all of the Hollands craned their necks to see it. 

“Holy shit, it's huge,” Harry commented. 

“It must be really old,” Sam added. “That’s a thing, right? The bigger a sea turtle is, the older it is?”

His brothers shrugged. “No idea.”

“Crush from Finding Nemo was like one hundred and five and he wasn’t that big,” Tom pointed out. 

“You’re going off of Finding Nemo for your marine biology information?” Sam deadpanned.

“You’re just making stuff up off the top of your head!”

“No, I heard it somewhere!”

“Does anyone have service? We could Google it,” Harry suggested. 

“No, there’s none over here,” you muttered. 

“Look, here she comes!” Nikki exclaimed. 

You weren’t sure whether the turtle was actually coming closer or if she just wanted her sons to stop bickering, but they did and turned their attention toward the ocean. 

Eventually, the sea turtle did come a little closer, close enough to be able to take pictures where people would be able to tell what they were looking at. 

The six of you all standing at the edge of the water looking at the same thing was bound to draw attention eventually so you took pictures and videos until you were satisfied and then headed back to the cars. 

“Tom, follow the directions I sent you to Waimea Falls,” Dom instructed. “We’re going to stop for coffee on the way over there so you should tail me but you should also have the address in case you lose us.”

Tom nodded. “Same cars?”

“We can switch it up, if you want. I’m sure Harry would love to be alone with his folks for forty-five minutes straight.”

“Wait, you said the drive was only twenty minutes,” Harry piped up. 

“It is, but your mother and I could make it forty-five just for you.”

“We can all fit in my car,” Tom added, ignoring his dad. 

“Wow, so I’m not good enough for you?” Harry scoffed. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant by that.”

“I’m good to ride with mum and dad but y/n, you should go with Harry and Tom to save them from each other.”

“You don’t want to come?” you asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Nah. I mean, Tom’s right, we would all fit but it wouldn’t be that comfortable, especially for a long ride. Besides, it would be rude to leave mum and dad by themselves.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry muttered. “They love to be by themselves. Why do you think they keep ditching us at every possible opportunity?”

“It’ll be nice to have some time with Sam,” Nikki counters, taking Sam by his shoulders. “He’s been gone at uni for so long, we haven’t gotten to see him since Christmas.”

“You’ve been seeing me for over a month straight,” Sam mumbled, sounding a lot like Harry just had. 

“You know what I mean,” his mom said, exasperated. 

You hadn’t really thought of that. You had been so focused on being the loving, devoted girlfriend that you always made sure to be around so that everyone could bear witness to your relationship. You hadn’t considered the fact that Sam’s parents might have wanted to spend time with their son one-on-one, or two-on-one. You had unintentionally been hogging their son this whole time. 

“Oh, that’s a great idea,” you agreed, just to let them know that you weren’t upset. “I’m sorry, I’ve been keeping him all to myself.”

“Nonsense, love,” Nikki assured you, “I didn’t mean it like that at all.”

“I know, I know, I just still feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad. You’re his partner, you’re part of this family now too.”

You smiled appreciatively but couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Would you still be considered part of the family if you suddenly became Tom’s girlfriend? Broke one son’s heart and moved on to the next- it wouldn’t be a good look, that’s for sure. 

“It’s settled then,” Sam said, clapping his hands together in finality. “We’ll see you guys there.”

Tom’s rental car was still parked on the side of the road, but it was down the hill a bit. It was pretty steep, and the pavement was uneven. You could feel two pairs of eyes watching you as you made your way along the path. You wanted to tell Tom and Harry that they didn’t have to be so vigilant, that you weren’t that clumsy. But to be fair, you had almost just ate shit like twenty minutes ago walking in the sand. Okay, maybe they were right for that. 

You made it to the car without incident and climbed into the back seat. Tom plugged the address into his phone’s GPS, which synced to the car’s ApplePlay, and reversed out of the spot. He drove up a ways and then stopped behind Dom’s car so that he could reverse without dealing with the traffic. It was a smart move on Tom’s part. He was ensuring he wouldn’t get cut off by someone else, that way he could follow his dad without having to guess which lane he was in or which car he was in front of, etc. 

As the passenger, Harry was in charge of the music (as long as Tom approved of it, since the driver did have veto power). He turned it to a local island reggae station and all three of you seemed to enjoy that. 

While Tom drove, Harry showed you pictures he’d taken on his camera at Turtle Beach. 

“I’ve been taking them the whole trip, but I only have so much storage on an SD card, you know? I’ve uploaded the rest to my computer. We can look at them later, if you want.”

“I’d love to! Have you looked at them yet?”

“I’ve just skimmed them,” he answered. “But if they turn out anything like these I think I’ll have a pretty solid portfolio after this trip.”

“Yeah, these are incredible! You’ll have to show Tom when we stop.” Harry made a noncommittal noise. “What? They’re great!”

“I’m glad you think so. Unfortunately, when it comes to my photography and videography, the wow factor has mostly worn off for my brothers. Even Tom, who’s supposed to be an actor, can’t pretend to be impressed anymore.”

“Harsh.”

“You’re telling me.”

“I guess they picked Starbucks,” Tom said, entirely ignoring the conversation you and Harry were having about him as he turned into the shopping center’s parking lot. 

“Fine with me,” you said. 

“It was probably the quickest choice,” Harry mused. “I would like to try some local coffee shops, though. Hawai’i is known for their coffee.”

“Maybe tomorrow we can look for one,” you offered. 

He grinned. “I’m down.”

-

The drive-thru line wasn’t that long, thankfully. Tom ordered for the three of you all on the same ticket to speed things along too. He pretended not to hear you when you offered to pay for yourself. 

Dom waited for your car in a parking spot by the exit to the main road. Tom did what he’d done before and waited for his dad to pull out before following him.

“Make sure to drink all of that before we get to the park,” Tom said as he passed out the cups. “I don’t think we’re allowed to bring outside food or drink inside. Yo, I didn’t mean you had to chug it right now,” he clarified.

You pulled your iced coffee away from your lips guiltily. “Sorry.”

“The drive is like twenty minutes, remember? You have time to finish it.”

“I remember.”

“So then why-”

“I don’t know, it felt like the right thing to do.”

“You’ve been in uni for too long,” he decided, shaking his head. 

“Maybe she just needs the caffeine to hit faster,” Harry suggested defensively. 

“Exactly, thank you, Harry.”

He gave you a smile of acknowledgment in the rearview mirror and a thumbs up. You sipped your coffee slowly as Tom drove through the winding mountains of Oahu, resting your forehead against the window. You knew there’d be sunscreen residue to clean off of it later but the cool glass felt nice against your skin. 

You tuned Tom and Harry out until you heard your name. That’s when you sat up again and  

“Hm?”

“Tom just asked what I think Sam is talking about with our parents right now and I said they’re probably giving him a lecture about not losing you,” Harry explained. 

You made a face. “What?”

“You know, like telling him he better treat you well or whatever parents say to their kids when they want a son or daughter-in-law.”

Your eyes shifted to Tom before you could stop them. His grip on the steering wheel tightens just enough to make his knuckles turn white but he keeps his expression calm. 

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you mumbled.

“I bet they’ll at least bring it up,” Harry countered. “They love you!”

Not for long. 

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[alyswritings]

Tom holland x sister where she has been having a bad day and tessa keeps jumping at her to say hi and the toddler slaps Tessa. And ofc Tom goes mad as she can’t just hit the dog then she runs up the stairs thinking tessa will hate her but then Tom comes up with Tessa and tes gives her kisses??xx

Y/N gets home from the store with Nikki and Dom and Nikki takes care of her while Dom brings the groceries in. Nikki helps Y/N take her coat off and takes her shoes off before letting the girl go off on her own and Nikki goes to put groceries up.

Y/N trudges to the living room, sitting at the coffee table where her coloring book was left before her parents had made her go to the store with them. She doesn't know why, but she isn't in a good mood today and has been sulking most of the day. Nikki tried to cheer her up, but nothing seemed to work.

"Hey, love." She turns at her oldest brother's voice as he walks in from the backyard with Tessa.

"Hi." She mumbles, turning back to her coloring book. Tessa comes over and puts her paw on Y/N's arm, but she shakes it off.

"You okay?" Tom asks, sitting on the couch, watching the four year old lean away from Tessa's touch.

"Mm-hmm." Y/N hums, not looking away from her coloring book.

"You sure? You're usually running around." Tom softly chuckles.

"I'm okay." Y/N says.

"All right." Tom mumbles. He kisses her on the back of the head before getting up. "C'mon, Tess." He calls, getting the dog to follow. He only calls her since he keeps noticing Y/N brush her off, obviously not in the mood for the dog -- or anybody, really.

After getting a drink of water, Tessa returns to the living room where Y/N is trying to put a movie in, but is just out of reach with the DVD player. She grumbles under her breath, getting on her toes, hating that it's so high.

Tessa puts her paw up, it resting on Y/N's side.

"No, Tessa." Y/N removes the dog's paw from her. Tessa gets on her hind legs for a few moments, both paws resting against Y/N. The girl moves away from the dog.

Tessa jumps again, but stands on all fours before putting a paw on Y/N's arm.

"Stop it!" Y/N snaps, slapping Tessa on the head. Tessa whines, backing away a little.

"Y/N!" She flinches a little at the loud voice, looking up to see Tom storming in. He puts his drink down and snatches the DVD out of his sister's hands, putting it down. "What are you doing? You know you don't hit the dog!"

"I-- she wouldn't listen." Y/N pouts, stomping her foot on the floor.

"So you come get one of us. You never hit the dog, Y/N. You know better than that." Tom says while petting Tessa.

"I'm sorry." Y/N sniffles, running out and up the stairs.

"Wh-- wait, Y/N." Tom calls, feeling bad for making her cry. He sighs, scratching his head. He kneels next to Tessa, petting her. "I'm sorry, Tess. You okay?" Tessa leans into his affection.

After a little bit, Tom goes up to Y/N's room and gently knocks on the door, letting himself in.

"Y/N/N?" He softly calls. The young girl is hugging one of her stuffed animals and crying into it. "Love, hey." He walks over, kneeling next to the bed and he rubs her back.

"I'm sorry. She kept jumping and I didn't want her to and I hit her. I didn't mean to make her hate me." Y/N sobs.

"Hey, hey, hey. She doesn't hate you." Tom tells her.

"She doesn't?" Y/N hiccups.

"No. No, doggies are very forgiving. I'm sure she knows you didn't mean it. But you know better than to hit her. We've told you to never hit any animal unless it's hurting you. Was she hurting you?"

"No. I'm sorry." Y/N frowns, looking down.

"What made you hit her?"

"I don't know. I don't feel good." Y/N says.

"What? Are you sick?" Tom asks, feeling her face.

"No. I just... am not happy." Y/N says.

"Oh. Do you feel sad?" He asks and she shakes her head. "Angry?" She shakes her head. "Scared? Upset?" She shakes her head again. "You just feel bleh?" He asks and Y/N nods. "I'm sorry, love. We all have those kind of days."

"You do?" Y/N asks.

"Of course. Me, Harry, Paddy, Sam, mum and dad." Tom lists. "We all have days where we don't feel up to much and just aren't in a good mood. Is that why you snapped?"

"I guess." Y/N says.

"Okay, well, next time you feel the need to hit, just scream or hit a pillow or something else soft. Cause if you hit something hard, you could hurt your hand. If you really need to hit something living, then come hit me and I'll get it. Though it's best to talk things out and not hit so just make it a second option, maybe?"

"Okay." Y/N nods. "Are you sure Tessa won't hate me?" She asks, fear in her eyes. "I don't want her to hate me."

Before Tom can answer, they look over as Tessa comes into the room. She jumps on the bed and goes to Y/N, sitting next to her.

"Go on. Pet her. She's waiting for you to make the first move" Tom says.

Y/N carefully reaches out and gently pets Tessa. The dog moves closer, licking the toddler's face making her giggle. Tom softly smiles at the bright smile on her face.

"How about the three of us go in my room and watch some movies? Hm? Cuddles always help on bleh days. And Tessa and I both happen to be amazing at cuddling." Tom says.

Y/N smiles a little and nods while hugging Tessa with one arm.

"All right." Tom smiles, picking his sister up. "C'mon, Tess." He calls, making kissy noises so the dog follows them to his room.

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[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Written in the scars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50168434 by Dorthea “Peter, could you tell me about what’s going on in that head of yours?” Sam tries to distract from the stitches, from the necessary work, that would allow the wound to heal. But he also needed to know what had happened, why it had happened, how he could help, how he could prevent it from happening again. “I can see the gears ticking in there. What has you so wound up?” “I-“ Peter stops himself. Sam watches carefully as Peter takes a deep breath, giving the kid space to center himself, to calm himself. “I… I didn’t mean to,” Peter stammers out, eyes still glued to the floor, “I just, but then… I-“Then the first sob echoes from him, and tears stream down his cheeks, leaving wet trails behind. “Please, I… don’t tell dad… don’t tell Tony I-“ “Hey, hey” Sam snaps his fingers in front of Peter’s face, attempting to get him to look up at him. Meeting him at Peter’s level. “You did nothing wrong, okay? You’re okay. No one blames you for this, it’s okay. You are safe here. Alright?” Words: 2481, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Bad Things Happen Bingo 2023 Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Peter Parker Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Medical Procedures, Protective Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Mental Health Issues, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Therapist Sam Wilson, Awesome Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is a Saint, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Bad Things Happen Bingo read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50168434

[annathesillyfriend]

August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

[mxssingmemories]

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[heytherejulia]

Happy birthday my love ~ H.H.

pairing: harry holland x reader

summary: it's your boyfriend's birthday

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

word count: 1,4k+

Happy birthday Harry and Sam!

It wasn’t another normal Tuesday, although it kind of felt like it. However it was not only valentine’s day but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 24th birthday. Harry was out of town as usual working with Tom so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, best friends and partners and maybe a facetime date with Harry later that night if you’ll be lucky. 

You wanted to visit him but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off so the best you could do was a video call and forcing Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months before. 

It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to make his day at least enjoyable. 

You called him first thing in the morning with wishes and spent around two hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule. 

‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’

‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’ 

His smile wasn’t the brightest but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes. It made you both happy and sad, you really missed your baby.

‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with all of us, your mum and dad really look forward to it.’ 

‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’ 

‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’ 

‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’

Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there but you still wanted to be dressed nicely for the occasion. 

Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else besides Harrison and Grace and Sam’s girlfriend, Clark who were already at your place. 

You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door and indeed saw your neighbor Milly. 

‘You need to borrow some more sugar?’ 

She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety was kicking in and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener. 

‘If you don’t mind’ 

‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quick.’

You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it. 

‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’ 

You saw the sadness filling the room. 

‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’

Sam took his phone out and you went towards the door. 

‘Here’s the su-’

‘Hi darling.’

And here outside of your door stood not only Milly but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend. 

‘OH MY GOD’

You flung towards him and hugged him tightly. 

‘You’re here, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’ 

You greeted Tom and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams and your heart swelled. He was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears. 

You handed Milly the pack. 

‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’

‘You got it. And have fun!’ 

When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time but now the closer it got, the more nervous you were.

You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peek at whoever came in. 

‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’

‘Wanted to talk to you.’

‘Oh.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’

‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’ 

‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’ 

‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’

‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’

‘Do you really think that you will find a better time? There’s not gonna be the perfect one. Just think about it.’

He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen and brought all of the food to the table. 

‘Come on, let’s eat.’ 

The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry, the more stressed you’ve become. 

Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you and wrapped his hands around your tummy. 

‘Hi darling.’ 

‘Hi.’

‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’

‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’ 

‘No no no no. WE can’t clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’ 

‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’

‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’ 

He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you but you stopped him. 

‘Don’t do that.’ 

‘Why? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing, just please don’t.’ 

‘Okay, love. Can we go to bed now?’ 

You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up. 

‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’ 

‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’ 

He smiled adorably at you. 

‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’ 

‘I do but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’ 

‘I love you too. C'mere.’ 

He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted and you saw the pure adoration of his eyes when he looked up at you. 

‘Thank you, my love.’ 

He leaned in and kissed you gently but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern. 

‘I’ve got something else for you.’ 

You reached for a small box in your drawer and handed it to him. 

‘What’s that?’ 

‘Just open it.’ 

He did as you told and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous. 

‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’ 

‘It’s real.’ 

Silence. 

‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured you at least deserve to know.’ 

Silence. 

You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad and yell at you than the silence and uncertainty what next. 

‘Y/N’ 

You looked at him. 

‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’ 

Your eyes filled with tears. 

‘Hey, don’t cry, baby. It’s okay, come here.’ 

He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down. Harry spooned you and kept his hand on your still flat stomach. 

‘I’m scared Harry.’ 

‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep, sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’

‘Yeah. Good night, baby.’ 

He kissed the back of your head. 

‘Night, love’ 

[jahayla-parker]

Tom’s One Red Flag - Tom Holland X Reader

Warning: Angst, cursing, Tom’s dad

Summary: Tom’s GF!Reader only ever saw one red flag when it comes to Tom. His dad (using Tom’s fame for his own agenda without offering real support). Will they be able to keep pushing through when this glowing red flag begins waving between them?

“Tom please don’t turn this into an argument” I sigh, already starting to regret bringing up my concern. “Don’t make this an argument. Bloody hell y/n then why would you say that?” Tom argues, standing up from the table. “Because I’m worried about you Tom” I whisper. “Worried about me? That’s why you insult my family?!” He shakes his head. I frown, maybe I went about this all wrong.

-Several months before-

“Darling, can we move our date night to Friday?” Tom asks, peeking his head around the doorframe. I look up from my computer and nod with a soft smile, “sure”. “You’re the best love” he kisses my cheek and closes the door as he shouts something down the hall. Normally, I’d be bummed he was postponing our date night by a few days but given his family is over I presume it has to do with them so I’m not mad. Between his filming and my job, we don’t get to spend much time with our families meaning we have to maximize it as much as we can. In fact, I should stop working and go visit.

“Okay perfect, when can you come by to record?” Dominic, Tom’s dad asks. I reach into the cupboard to grab a mug but can’t reach the one I want even on my tiptoes. I grunt and wiggle my fingers aimlessly in the air under the mug as someone laughs softly. I lower myself until I’m standing on the bottoms of my feet again and turn around. Harry smirks and shakes his head, “need some help?”. I sigh and nod. He laughs as he steps forward to grab it for me. “Hey Baz, what’re they talking about?” I ask, my attention turning to my boyfriend and his dad in our living room.

“Oh… our father wants Tom to record some audio for him for his new podcast and book” Harry says, setting the mug down. I scrunch my nose, “a book and podcast?” “Yeah, that’s what I hear. It is actually kind of about Tom I think. We’re you wanting tea?” Baz asks, already starting the water. I nod absentmindedly and bite my lip to control my facial reactions as I think to myself.

The whole Holland family is great and Tom is absolutely fantastic but I can’t help but get the sense his dad is using Tom’s fame for himself. It makes me uncomfortable but I don’t know how to bring it up to Tom, they are so close. I also don’t want to talk it over with his brothers and start issues either. “You okay there?” Someone says as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around and see Sam staring at me concerned. “Oh hi, yes sorry. Just spacing off” I mumble, a fake smile pasted onto my face. “This should help” Harry says, handing me my mug, this time full of tea. I smile and thank him before heading to the living room.

Tom and his brothers are laughing as Paddy shakes his head in embarrassment. “I thought it was great” I encourage and Nikki gives me a kind smile. Paddy thanks me and just as Sam is about to say something else, Dom cuts in. “Right, well let’s get back to the important topic of when you can record”. I turn to face him, unsure who he is talking to given we were discussing Paddy’s latest TV Ad he was acting in. Tom nods, “like I said, y/n and I will go out Friday instead so your recording is done on time”. That’s why he moved our date?

“Wait, what?” I ask before I can even stop myself. “Love” Tom says, grabbing my hand softly, “I came into the home office to ask you”. I nod, “no, I realize that. I just didn’t realize it was so you could record some audio for your dad”. Dom nods, “ahh yes, well y/n see it is very important. Tom is the center of this and therefore getting his audio is crucial. The readers, or listeners if you will, will want to hear from him too”. I purse my lips to not roll my eyes at him attempting to mansplain this to me. Tom is staring at me confused so I force a tight nod and excuse myself.

“Y/n/n that was sort of rude” Tom says, coming over to dry off a dish after saying goodbye to his family. “What? I already said my goodbyes” I argue, scrubbing another plate from dinner. “You hardly spoke at all during dinner and before that you reacted funny when we were talking about my recording session with my father” he sighs, grabbing the next plate. “Tom, you didn’t tell me why you needed to move the date. I thought it was for family stuff” I explain.

“It is love, I’m going to be with my dad” he says, turning to face me. I sigh and set the last plate down before washing my hands. “Tom” I say, turning to face him as I dry my hands, “he is using you to sell this podcast and book”. Tom’s eyes go wide, “no he’s not. Plus it isn’t a podcast and book, it is just an audio recording for the same book”. I sigh, well at least it is only one thing. For now… Dom always seems to find something else to use Tom for.

“Tom” I sigh, setting down the dish towel. “Love, I appreciate the concern, but it isn’t needed” Tom says, kissing my cheek as he steps to the side. “I’m going to make the bed and then take a quick shower. I have to shoot some photos with Baz tomorrow for the book” he adds, walking towards our bedroom. Of course he does.

-December 2021-

“Hey babe, what time are your parents landing?” I ask, running my hand down my gown for this evening as I get my preparations completed. “Oh, they’re not” Tom says, sighing as he enters the room. “Why not? They always come to your premieres” I tell him, stunned. “Yeah, but you know mum and her flight anxiety, she won’t fly without my dad” he says, shrugging but I can tell it’s bothering him.

“Tommy, this is a big event! It is even closer to them this time than normal. Why isn’t your dad coming?” I ask, trying to not roll my eyes as I think about the man responsible for Tom’s disappointment. He’s honestly always been a bit of a red flag when it comes to being with Tom. Honestly, Dom is probably Tom’s only red flag. But Tom doesn’t see it; which only makes it worse. And anytime I try to bring it up, I become the bad guy. But tonight is a HUGE deal for Tom.

“He said he has to do some stuff with the book” he says, setting his phone down and laying on the bed. I sigh, “really? The book is about you and he wants you to do the audio for the audiobook but he can’t even come tonight to support you?!”. I throw my arms out to the side in exacerbation. “I know how you feel about this book thing darling but I’m fine, really, as long as I’ve got you” he whispers, eyes closed but I can tell he’s upset.

I sigh and crawl onto the bed and lay down with my head on his chest and fingers in his hair. I know tonight’s not the night to press him about this, I want him to have a good time. This shouldn’t even be something he has to worry about. I know Nikki has bad travel anxiety so I understand her excuse but Dom’s is inexcusable. Tom had worked himself sick for this movie and Dom won’t even show up for the premiere despite Tom and I paying for it all for them. “I’m always going to be here for you handsome” I assure him. If only the same thing could be said about his dad.

-June 1, 2022-

I smile to myself as I scroll through Instagram and read all of the posts from friends, family, and fans about Tom’s birthday. Tom’s asleep on my chest and I’m about to fall asleep myself but wanted to read more of the sweet posts I may have missed earlier today while we were out celebrating his 26th birthday. I rewatch Nikki’s post and giggle as if watching it for the first time again.

My precious boyfriend was the freaking cutest baby. I smile down at him and brush his hair off his face. Although, I’ve got to say, he’s still pretty cute now too. I shake my head and turn back to my phone prepared to lock it for the night when realization hits me. I didn’t see Dom post today.

I shift slightly as to not wake Tom but still being in desperate need of my other hand to type. I glare at my phone as I angrily type in Dom’s username. Certainly I must’ve missed his post about Tom’s birthday, right? I mean I don’t care for the guy but he wouldn’t miss his birthday… right?

I smile softly upon seeing the most recent post on his is a photo of him and Tom. He must’ve posted after all! My smile is quickly replaced by and audible gasp as my jaw drops upon reading the caption. “Darling?” Tom whispers, tilting his head in an adorable manner to look at me. I sigh, upset to have woken him. “What’s wrong?” he asks, rubbing his eyes. “Your dad didn’t post about your birthday” I say, but it comes out kind of like a question. “He did” Tom argues. “Tom that doesn’t count, he barely said anything and it was more book promotion” I say, livid that it is so clear but still being ignored by Tom as if I’m crazy. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, I’m good” he shrugs, laying back down to rest again.

I sigh as I consider what he said and decide to read it again. It starts fine with “ It being June 1st” but goes to crap right after. “ the day #Eclipsed began (26 yrs ago)” Are you joking me?! That’s what was important about today and this day 26 years ago?! Not the fact that your son Tom was born?!

I grind my teeth but push on. “Here’s a timely clip of the forthcoming audio book ‘Tom is the business’ “ Tom is the business? Seriously Dom?! Tom is your bloody son you ass! And he’s a great son at that! Oh but look how nice, he ended it with “Happy birthday Tom”, sure Dom that’s how parents post about their children on their birthday; not. Oh and of course, he needed to add #tomholland & #tomhollandbirthday to the end in order to get more attention on the post. I need to talk to Tom about this again, not tonight on what few minutes remain of his birthday, but soon.

-June 19, 2022-

“Are you sure he liked them?” Tom asks, biting his nail. I sigh and softly pull his hand down from his mouth, “Tom, I’m sure your dad loved his Father’s Day gifts” I assure him. “But he hasn’t said anything” he adds, starting to pace. “Tom babe, maybe he’s busy with Paddy” I say knowing Sam’s away for work and Tom and Harry are here in New York for Tom’s TV show.

“He’s not, he just posted to Instagram” Tom frowns. He what? No, y/n breathe, it could be a Father’s Day post about all his sons. It probably isn’t, but it could be. I quickly grab my phone at the same time as I stand to stop Tom from pacing. “One sec” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder and blocking his path. Tom lowers his head until it’s resting on my shoulder. I kiss the back of his head and open Instagram, anger rising as I see Dom’s post at the top of my feed.

It’s not about Father’s Day (other than “not only is it Father’s Day”). Instead, as to be expected, Tom is tagged and referenced in it for promotion. He can’t send a simple thank you text to Tom or addressing Tom’s texts at all so Tom doesn’t have his guilt eating away at him for not being able to be there (even though he apologized a million times and offered to celebrate virtually from NY) or being worried his excessive amount of expensive and extravagant gifts for Dom weren’t enough. But he has time to post on social media and not even mentioning that Tom made him able to celebrate Father’s Day in the first place, nor any mention of him at all except for promotional means; nor did he mention his other sons!

I toss my phone behind me onto the bed, hopefully anyways, but I don’t care. I softly pull Tom’s face back to look him in the eyes. His eyes are red and puffy which breaks my heart even more. “Baby, you don’t have to be upset. Clearly he’s not upset, he could post about his damn book” I say and Tom shakes his head, “don’t, it’s not about that”. “Tom, he didn’t mention you boys at all” I sigh. “I don’t care” he argues, but it’s clear he’s lying. “I just want to know if he liked the presents” he sighs. I decide not to press the issue.

“ I’m sure he loved the gifts, maybe after your shoot today we can try and FaceTime him hmm?” I ask, knowing I’ll need to call Nikki instead if I actually want Tom to be able to speak with him. Not that I want Tom to but it’s his dad and I know it would make Tom feel better and that’s all I’m worried about presently. Tom nods and hugs me as more tears fall. Why can Dom not just show Tom love instead of using him?

-5 minutes before argument-

“Tom can you grab the empty popcorn bowl from last night please?” I ask as I load the dishwasher. “Of course love” Tom says, walking to the living room. “Oh, by the way can we push back date night?” He asks, handing me the bowl. I frown but nod, “sure, why?”. “My father wants to-“ he begins but I don’t even hear the rest as my anger takes over.

“Seriously Tom?!” I groan, locking the dishwasher and facing him. His eyes go wide, “what?”. “You keep postponing dates because you are working on the stupid book” I say and my voice gets higher as I recall the last six date nights he’s postponed; half of which ended up fully canceled due to schedule changes with recording. “It’s not a stupid book” he glares, “plus, it’s about me”. “Yeah because he doesn’t have anything else to write about that’s decent and this way he can use you” I defend and lower my voice, “Tom he’s not being a father, he’s manipulating you into promoting his book”.

Tom crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at me. “Tom, say something. I’ve been trying to discuss this with you for months” I sigh. “This isn’t a discussion y/n this is stupid” he yells. I take a step back, he never yells at me. “Tom please don’t turn this into an argument” I sigh, already starting to regret bringing up my concern. “Don’t make this an argument. Bloody hell y/n then why would you say that?” Tom argues, standing up from the table. “Because I’m worried about you Tom” I whisper. “Worried about me? That’s why you insult my family?!” He shakes his head. I frown, maybe I went about this all wrong.

-current-

I shake my head in response to my self doubt. I didn’t handle this wrong. He did. Each time I tried to talk about it he shut me down. “I’m not insulting your family Tom. I love Nikki and your brothers, and your grand-“ I begin, but he cuts me off. “But not my dad” he says, glaring at me.

I sigh, “it’s not that I hate him exactly Tom. I mean he might not realize what he’s doing. After all you don’t”. Tom rolls his eyes at me, “oh piss off y/n. You couldn’t care less. You’re just mad I’m choosing this over date night. Can you blame me though? You’re not exactly enjoyable to be around with all this nagging”. My sight gets blurry as my eyes instantly fill with tears. “Y/n, love, I-“ Tom begins, grabbing my hand. I shake my head, pulling my hand from his and I stumble as I back away.

“Love please, I didn’t mean that” Tom says, his voice cracking at the end. “Go to Hell Tom. All I tried to do was protect you from getting hurt over and over” I say, blindly walking to our shared bedroom. “I know. I know, and I’m truly sorry I” he begins as I grab my suitcase. “W-where are you going?” He asks in a near whisper.

“I’m not going to keep doing this anymore Tom. It’s been months of me watching you be hurt by him and me being the bad guy for mentioning it. This was the final straw. It’s always going to be him. I know he’s your dad and I was never asking you to choose. I just wanted you to try to see what I was saying but instead you insult me to defend him” I say, tears pouring down my face as I shove a crumpled mess of clothes into my bag.

“Please, we can work this out. We’ve been together for years, it doesn’t have to end like this. I’ll make it up to you” he pleads as I zip my bag. I wipe my face and turn to him, almost breaking down at the site of his tear soaked face staring back at me. “Tom there shouldn’t be anything to work out. I won’t have you keep postponing only to cancel completely when things change with him. I won’t sit by while he uses you and not say anything. I won’t, I- I can’t Tom; it physically hurts” I whimper, setting my bag on the ground and pulling up the handle. “You know, I always said he seemed to be your one red flag Tom. I just never realized how right I was” I sigh, stepping around him and out of the room.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

I feel the rush, addicted to your touch

AN: sorry, not sorry - Have some brain rot filth courtesy of that scene from Crowded Room and Tom Holland’s slut era….As always an aged up Peter Parker…

Beta’d by no-one, bwahahahaha, but enabled by @buckyismybicycle

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me, with images from The Crowded Room courtesy of www.TomHolland.org

Master list

Summary: Peter’s on a mission. Whether he gets what he’s expecting is a different matter.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Sam Wilson - No powers au

WC: 1.4k

CW: Disaster Gay Peter Parker, Strangers to lovers, drug use, unsafe sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied previous SA, hooking up, anal sex, spit as lube, daddy kink, oral sex, face slapping (once) being shared, angst. This is messed up - you have been warned.

I’m so fucked up right now!

As the thought crossed Peter’s mind he giggled to himself at the dual meaning. Because he was fucked up - his life so far had seen to that, but he was also high as kite, tripping his balls off after the two lines he’d done at home before heading out, so doubly fucked up.

He supposed he’d been a normal kid once. It was so long ago that he didn’t remember much. He got flashes now and then, memories of his mom singing to him, his dad reading him a story. But that part of his life hadn’t lasted long, courtesy of a drunk driver. He remembered being scared and confused when he went to live with Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Things had settled down, at least for a bit, and he’d had some semblance of happiness. 

However, the universe decided that it hadn’t tortured him enough, so it sent a mugger who accosted and killed Uncle Ben over the $47.32 cents in his wallet. That’s when things really went downhill. The reduced income, the cost of the funeral. To say he and May had struggled financially was an understatement.

Peter had had prospects before then. He was smart, capable, excelling at school, but he’d had to get a job to help out, and his school work suffered. He got angry at everything and everyone around him and made bad choices. Choices which lead him to trust people he shouldn’t have trusted. People who gave him things, did things…

Peter shook his head. Tonight wasn’t about being maudlin. Tonight was about having fun. He might be fucked up, but he was planning on just being fucked too. 

Black eye liner rimmed his dark hazel eyes, smokey eyeshadow spread across his eyelids. He’d tried to tame his milk chocolate curls by slicking it back - there was still a cowlick at the front - and it curled at the nape of his neck.

He sashayed into the club, hips swinging as he pushed through the crowd, so obvious in what he was after that the only way to be clearer would to have a light-up sign over his head like a cab. His black jeans were so tight they were almost painted on, moulding his pert ass and highlighting his slim waist. His matching black shirt was almost sheer and barely buttoned, giving a full on view of his toned abs and pebbled nipples. 

With the bass thumping and the red lights pulsing, Peter shucked his leather jacket, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way to the bar. He straddled a stool, and started to look around, peering out from under his long dark lashes, and chewing on his thumb. He wasn’t exactly sure what - who - he was looking for, but he knew he’d know it when he saw it, or rather, him.

A-ha!

Eye contact was made and not broken. Two knowing gazes locked together, assessing each other. The man walked over, dark skin shining like mahogany under the club lights, and leant over, lips close to Peter’s ear.

“You want a drink, sweet thing?”

A large hand rested on Peter’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“Whisky please, daddy…”

A shudder running through the body next to him let Peter know he’d played it right.

“You old enough for the hard stuff, sugar?”

Peter turned on his stool, even as the man signalled the bartender. He hooked his calf around the back of the man’s thigh, pulling him between his legs.

“I’m old enough for all the hard stuff.”

A raised eyebrow, and then the hand on his thigh was tightening.

“Good to know.”

Two whiskeys were ordered and quickly knocked back. Peter slid down from the stool, letting his body rub up against the one in front of him. Now he was on his feet he could fully appreciate the height and breadth of the man, and he could feel the lust rushing through his veins alongside the coke. With his hand fisted in the man’s shirt, Peter walked backwards onto the dance floor, wholly enraptured by the sparkling eyes and knowing smirk aimed in his direction.

Once he’d got into the middle of the throng, the press of bodies almost as intoxicating as the whiskey, Peter turned his body, pressing his back to the stranger’s front. Two large hands grasped at his hips, grinding them back, and Peter let his own arms raise up over his head, so his hands could rub over the cropped dark hair of his soon-to-be lover.

Peter felt dizzy, beautifully out of control, as he gyrated, letting the music flow through him. The hands left his hips to rub over his abs, sneaking under his shirt to feel his heated skin and to skim over the front of his pants. He arched up into the touch, sucking in air and rolling his body.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter found himself pressed face first against the wall of a stall in the men’s room. The music from the dancefloor, although muted slightly, was still loud. His pants were pulled down, and rough fingers, only lubed with spit, were rubbing at his tight hole. He gasped as one, then two, were harshly pushed inside him, a mere nod to prep, and then oh! 

His lover’s hands covered his, fingers linked, and Peter cried out unabashed as his body was thrust up against the thin wall. He was so full! The stranger flexed his hips, thrusting his cock in and out, hitting that spot that made Peter whimper and clench in pleasure.

It felt so fucking good! He could almost forget everything.

It was over too soon, their fervour, their feral lust, pushing both of them over the edge, and Peter gulped in air, head still resting against the side of the stall.

“Come home with me, sweet thing. I got some more sugar for you, Sugar.”

Peter inhaled through his nose and threw down the rolled $20, before falling backwards onto his ass. What day was it? How long had it been since he left the club? Did he even care? He was high again - or was it still? - and he’d been fucked seven ways from Sunday. He giggled, rolling over and getting to his feet, to bop around to the music playing through the stereo. He only had on his underpants and a t-shirt given to him by his lover, but he didn’t care. For once the voices in his head were quiet and he felt so fucking happy. 

He put on a flirty little show for the man in the chair, but after spinning too fast, he fell back over onto the floor. Laughing again, he came up onto his knees and crawled over towards his lover.

The sun coming in through the thin curtains made the man’s skin glow golden as he slouched, relaxed in an easy chair, smoking a joint and puffing perfect rings into the air, watching Peter dance. As the young man got closer, he spread his legs.

Kneeling between them, Peter undid the belt that was stopping him from getting to his prize. That damn knowing smirk had returned, and Peter smiled back before ducking his head and taking the thick, cut cock into his mouth. Fingers tangled into his curls, holding him in place as he swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks.

Somewhere, on the periphery of his consciousness, Peter heard a knock on the apartment door, and noticed it opening from the corner of his eye, but he was too caught up in own blissed out state to pay it much attention. That was until an enquiring voice broke through the fog swirling in his brain.

“What you got there, Sam?”

A grunt, and a flex of hips made Peter gag for a moment, but it didn’t deter him.

“Got me a sweet little thing.” A sharp tug  on his hair made Peter lift his head up, and he looked around, mouth agape and eyes wide. A tall, dark haired man was leaning against the shelving unit. His arms were crossed and he was observing Peter with his crystal blue eyes.

A light slap across his face brought his attention back to his lover.

“You listening, Sugar? This is my main man, Bucky. He’s a good friend and I share all my shit with him, sometimes while I’m still using it, so just relax, honey. We’re gonna send you sky high…”

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[alltoowelltom]

hey, pumpkin

a sneaky little bartender!tom gif never hurt anyone

x

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"Do they sell turkeys at Tesco?" you ask Tom, looking up from your phone.

Tom snorts, before realizing you're serious.

"What do you want a turkey for, love?" He asks, turning away from the golf match on the TV and placing a hand on your ankle where your feet rest in his lap.

"For Thanksgiving, obviously."

Tom sighs, leaning forward and knocking his head lightly on your bent knees dramatically.

"We talked about this, Y/N. We're in England, we don't do Thanksgiving here."

"No, we agreed not to do Fourth of July,' you remind him. "We never talked about Thanksgiving."

Tom turns back to the TV, thinking the conversation is over. It isn’t.

"This year is Miles' first Thanksgiving," you continue. "I know that you guys don't celebrate it, but it's important to me that he gets to experience it too. Plus, I already invited your family and they agreed."

You're interrupted by a whine that turns into a cry from the baby monitor on the coffee table.

"I'll get him, you stay there." says Tom, pushing you gently back onto the couch when you move to stand. You smile gratefully at him, and as he gets to the doorway he stops, sensing you pouting from behind him.

Although Tom had agreed to hosting a Thanksgiving celebration, that didn't stop him from acting about the same age as your baby during preparations. As you shopped for the food for the meal Tom followed you around, dragging his feet and whispering playful jokes to Miles who was safely strapped to his chest in the baby carrier. His only redeeming action was how he stole the shopping trolley from you as soon as you turned to grab something from a shelf, insisting that he and Miles could manage pushing it for you.

"Alright, alright," he sighs, turning around. "We can do Thanksgiving if you want. But I can't promise I'll love it."

.。.:・°

"Are you turning our son against me?" you ask, hearing Tom whisper another joke to your baby. Miles grinned, babbling in joy at his dad's attention.

"Dude, stop it!" you say, gently poking one finger on each of Miles' chubby cheeks. "Stop agreeing with your dork of a dad, you don't even understand him yet!"

Miles only giggled harder, trying to put his tiny mouth around the tip of your finger.

He was even less help while you cooked the meal. He insisted on making Yorkshire puddings to go with the turkey, despite you explaining they did not go.

"Of course I'm not turning him against you," Tom says, rolling his eyes as if you've accused him of some terrible crime. "I'm simply trying to turn him against superficial American traditions and keep him the good English lad he is."

.。.:・°

He sauntered into the kitchen as you were sorting out the turkey's stuffing.

"Hi," you say, watching as he opened the pantry and rifled through.

"Where's the bloody- ah, here they are." He keeps his back to you on the other side of the kitchen, getting a large plate out of the cupboard.

"Tom, what are you doing?" you ask, hearing the crackle of plastic wrap while he struggled with the packaging.

He doesn't answer verbally, picking up his plate and turning around, presenting it with a flourish.

"Ta-da!"

You frown.

"Cookies? What are you doing with cookies?"

Tom rolls his eyes, placing the plate on the centre of the large dining table.

"They're not cookies, they're Jaffa Cakes." He says proudly.

You swat him out of the kitchen.

"Go look after your son and quit messing with my meal."

"He's playing building bricks with Baz." Tom laughs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before dodging your playful swats and heading back to the living room.

Sam and Paddy come into the kitchen as Tom leaves, raising their eyebrows and hoping to hear a quick roast of their eldest brother.

"Fuckin' Tom," Sam laughs. "Do you want some actual help from some real Holland men?"

"This looks wonderful Y/N," Nikki says as everyone settles around the table, Miles in his high chair between you and Tom. He's the real star of the show, sitting sweetly in his babygrow patterned with tiny pumpkins that was technically Halloween themed, but still festive and seasonally relevant.

You laugh, putting them to work on cutting vegetables for you.

.。.:・°

"Yeah, the Jaffa Cake plate is a nice touch," says Harry, snickering at Tom.

"Mm, and the Yorkshire pud is very appropriate," Sam adds, reaching across to flick his eldest brother in the head.

"Boys," Dom scolds. "Shut it. Now Y/N, you lead us Brits in how we go about this."

"And quickly, because I'm very intrigued by this cornbread thingie." says Paddy.

"Well-" you begin, sighing when Tom hops up from his seat. "Oh God," you say. "What now?"

Tom heads into the kitchen, and you hear the clatter of mugs and the click of the kettle.

"Does anyone fancy a tea with their Thanksgiving dinner?" he asks innocently.

"Tom!" you all but shriek, bringing a hand to your head. "Are you intent on ruining this?!"

Tom blinks at your reaction. He'd thought he was being quite funny actually. So why did you seem so agitated?

"Tom, baby, can I speak to you in the other room quickly?" you say through gritted teeth.

You put a hand on his back, pushing him into the large walk in pantry and closing the door as Harry and Sam lean over your vacant seats, trying to tempt Miles with a roast potato who only laughs and smacks his tiny hands against his high chair tray in glee.

"What's going on, darling?" Tom asks in the dim privacy of the pantry, surrounded by containers of cereal and oats.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask, leaning against a shelf.

"I'm just offering teas around," he says pleasantly. "Why, did you want a coffee instead?"

You roll your eyes.

"You're determined to ruin Thanksgiving. I know you don't really do all the American traditions, but it's really important to me that Miles gets the same holiday experience that I did when I was little," you explain. Tom's face falls as you continue, sensing how much he’d hurt you with his joking around.

"And I love living here with you and Miles and having your family around, but I miss mine, especially around this time of year." you continue. "We agreed we'd go 50/50 on your holidays and traditions vs. mine, so can you please try not to overshadow mine?"

Tom nods quietly, guilt swallowing his features as he listens. He really hadn't meant to upset you, he'd thought the competition of Thanksgiving vs. No Thanksgiving was all in good spirits but apparently he still had to work on sensing when a joke had gone too far.

"I'm really sorry, darling." he says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You lean into him, hugging his waist and burying your face into his shirt. "I guess I take for granted sometimes how lucky I am to have you and Miles in our little family that I don't think about how much you miss your own family back in the states."

You squeeze his waist one last time before taking a deep breath and pulling back from the hug.

"Right," he says, taking your hand in his. "We'd better get back out there before the troops start a mutiny."

You giggle, leaning into his side and basking in the sound of your toddler giggling at the table surrounded by his uncles and grandparents.

"Oh and hey," Tom whispers as you both make your way through the kitchen back to the dining room, still leaning into each other. "I bet we can scrounge up a babysitter from this lot after dinner so we can fulfill another Thanksgiving tradition of a long nap after eating, yeah?"

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[oopsalldadsderby]

The contestants have been finalized! Here's the bracket lineup!

So how this is going to work is, there's going to be 8 polls a day, starting tomorrow, until we hit semifinals. That means we'll do group A, B, C, D, then side AB, then side CD, then all the quarterfinals together. I'll update the images whenever we hit a new round.

Plain text Round 1 matchups under the cut:

(As a reminder, groups are formatted as [Dad name] & [Kid name]. So if there's multiple of either dads or kids, they'll use the word 'and.' Think of the ampersand like a separator.)

Group A

Bruno & Team Bucciarati (JJBA:GW) vs. Kanan & Ezra (SW Rebels)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (MCU) vs. Lin & Asami, Mako, Bolin, Korra (LoK)

Balsa Yonsa & Chagun (MGotS) vs. Thancred & Ryne (FFXIV)

Aizawa & class 1A (MHA) vs. C!Philza & crew (DSMP)

Sojiro Sakura & the Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) vs. Tommy "Big Man" & Gus (Sweet Tooth)

Finn & Leif (FE) vs. Sandor & Arya (GoT)

Axel/Lea & Roxas and Xion + King Mickey and Riku (KH) vs. Artemy & Sticky and Murky (Pathologic)

Joel & Ellie (TLoU) vs. Darkwing Duck & Gosalyn Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

Group B

Pyrrha & Nona (TLT) vs. Kelsier and Vin (Mistborn)

Fukuzawa & Ranpo (BSD) vs. Miss Honey & Matilda (Matilda)

Jack Wynand & the Little Sisters (Bioshock) vs. Scar & Mei Chang (FMA)

Eda Clawthorne & King and Luz (TOH) vs. John Silver & Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Logan & Kitty and Jubilee (Wolverine) vs. Geralt & Ciri (Witcher)

Donquixote "Rosinante" Corazon & Law (OP) vs. Rouxls Kaard & Lancer (Deltarune)

Sully & Boo (Monsters Inc) vs. Simon & Marceline (AT)

Din & Grogu (The Mandalorian) vs. Bobby Singer & Sam and Dean (SPN)

Group C

Welt Yang & March 7th and the Trailblazer (Honkai Star Rail) vs. Jim Hopper & Eleven (Stranger Things)

Ingo & Irida and protagonist (PLA) vs. Gregor Samsa & Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

Nanami Kento & Itadori Yuuji (JJK) vs. Meta Knight & Kirby (Kirby)

Phoenix Wright & Trucy (AA) vs. Shirou & Michuri (BNA)

Yuugo and Lucas & 50 kids (The Promised Neverland) vs. Stan Pines & Dipper and Mabel (GF)

Date & Mizuki (AI:TSF) vs. Peabody & Sherman

Cabalena and Jowd & Lynne (Ghost Trick) vs. Pigsy and Tang & MK (LMK)

Kiryu & Haruka (+others) (Yakuza) vs. Tenmyouji & Quark (Zero Escape)

Group D

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs. Guts & Schierke (Berserk)

RGB & Hero (TPoH) vs. Father Garcia & John (FAITH)

Sam and Max & The Geek (Sam and Max) vs. Tom Wachowski & Sonic (Sonic movie)

Rei and Kazuki & Mira (BD) vs. Daud & Billie Lurk (Dishonored)

Chongi-re, Numeri and Butler (TRPC) vs. Jacob Holland & Maisie (The Sea Beast)

Reigen & Mob (MP100) vs. Maedros and Maglor & Elrond and Elros (Silmarillion)

Jean Valjean & Cosette (Les Miserables) vs. Loid & Anya (Spy x Family)

Batman & Robins (Batman) vs. Kurogane & Syaoran (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

[sunkissedpages]

instead of you [part sixty-one] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.4k

That night, you turned Sam’s words over in your mind over and over again. He was wrong, you were convinced. You would love him the same no matter what. No matter if he asked you to end things with Tom or not. You told him as much but he didn’t seem to believe you.

You went back to your room shortly after your talk. You had walked a little more, stopped for dessert at a little shaved ice stand on the beach, and then turned back. Sam showered first, then you, but only after going over your agreement again. What you did with Tom was your business, but it had to be kept a secret. You were still Sam’s girlfriend for the duration of the trip. It was mainly about his parents anyway. Sam hadn’t explicitly told you why having a girlfriend was so important to him but after spending so much time with his family you could guess why. 

The next day, everyone piled into the cars and took the forty-minute drive back to Honolulu where you’d landed. Traffic was awful. You knew it took everything in Tom not to honk at the cars in front of him. You could see his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel from the back seat. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he cursed as another F-150 cut him off. 

You and Sam traded looks but neither of you dared to say anything out loud. Even Harry’s grip on the armrest tightened when Tom swerved into the next lane to speed past the truck. 

“We’re not in a rush,” you reminded him. You wanted to touch his arm, reassure him somehow, but you couldn’t. 

“Yeah, mum and dad are way behind us now.”

“It’s not about speed,” he muttered. You weren’t really convinced about the speed thing. “It’s about the principle. These assholes shouldn’t be able to get away with driving like maniacs.”

“And what are you doing right now?” Sam asked carefully. 

His twin brother turned around in his seat to give him a warning look but to everyone’s surprise, Tom took a deep breath and actually stepped on the brakes. He only slowed down a little bit, less than five mph, but it was better than nothing. 

“Sorry, I’m just so used to being late all the time.”

“We know,” Harry joked. 

 “You should see my girlfriend drive,” your best friend joked. 

“Please, I passed my driver’s test on the first try,” you scoffed, making eye contact with Tom in the rearview mirror. 

He shook his head at you and mouthed low blow. Next to you, Sam was also shaking his head. 

“Yeah, and I want to talk to whoever passed you because there’s no way they weren’t under the influence of something.”

“You’re in the fast lane to never getting a ride from me again,” you muttered. 

Sam raised his hands in surrender. 

“Apologize,” Harry demanded, cutting in on your behalf.

“Yeah, apologize to me,” you agreed.

Sam sighed and turned his full body toward you, taking both of your hands in his. “I’m sorry, my love. Please forgive me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Sam turned back toward his brothers. “I think I’m in the clear, guys.”

You smacked the back of his head. 

-

The first stop in Waikiki was the ABC store. There was one on almost every block so you stopped at the first one you saw to buy snacks and drinks for the beach. 

“How many musubis do you want?” you asked Tom, who was in charge of alcohol. 

“How many are you getting?” he asked back with a grin. 

He looked ridiculous with his arms full of beer, smirking at you like that. 

“Two,” you said flatly. 

“I’ll get two as well.”

You asked the others how many they wanted and raided the mini warmer for them before dumping them at the checkout counter with the rest of what the boys picked out. Dom paid and had the four of you take the bags back to the cars. 

The next step was to find parking somewhere on the streets that were within walking distance to the beach. You had to split up from Sam’s parents to do so because there was no way you were going to be able to find two open parking spots on the same road. 

Once Tom parked, put money in the meter, and double-checked that the car was locked, the four of you slowly but surely made your way down to the shore where you met up with Nikki and Dom who had already picked out a spot in the sand. 

You had never seen a beach so crowded before. There were people everywhere. And all of the available space was being taken up by beach chairs and umbrellas that you had to rent from one of the several stands stationed behind them. Some of the different colored umbrellas even overlapped with each other in an apparent turf war. You could only imagine what conversations between the rival attendants must be like.

The beach was still beautiful, of course. You were in Hawai’i. Any beach here was going to be breathtaking. Waikiki Beach attracted so many tourists because of its beauty. That, and because of the dormant volcano, Diamond Head, sitting just off of the shore in plain sight for everyone to see.

“We rented four chairs,” Dom explained. “We figured not all of us would be sitting over here at once so we wouldn’t need six.”

Sam nodded in understanding. 

“Are you going to surf?” you asked. 

“Probably,” he answered, looking over to his brothers. “I assume you won’t be?”

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” 

You turned your foot over to look at your toe. Even though all of the sea urchin spines had dissolved, the marks from the injury were still fading. You couldn’t see yourself back on a board any time soon. 

You were content to lay out in the sun with your book until Sam wanted to wade in the water. 

The boys left to rent surfboards and their parents headed in the opposite direction for a walk along the beach, leaving you alone with all of the stuff. You joked to Nikki and Dom that you would protect it with your life but in reality, you would hand it over if someone so much as looked at you threateningly. 

You went to dig your book out from Sam’s backpack but accidentally grabbed his instead. It was the one you had already read and annotated for him. Out of curiosity, you opened to where he left off to see what part he was at and were surprised to see his handwriting scrawled in the margins of the most recent page. 

He hadn’t stopped annotating it. Even after everything, even when he was simmering with anger, he was still writing you little notes and responding to the ones you had left. You weren’t supposed to read them before he was done so you quickly closed it back and shoved it into the bag again before retrieving the book that was actually yours. 

You took a brief look back up at the water to see how the boys were doing but there were so many surfers that it was hard to pick them out. 

“Which one’s yours?” 

The voice beside you startled you, making you jump a little before you realized someone had taken the seat next to you. 

You weren’t sure where she had come from but a girl who looked to be about your age was perched on one of the chairs the Hollands had reserved. She was pretty, really pretty. Head full of curls and freckles dusted across her cheeks. The tangerine-colored bikini she was wearing looked amazing against her skin and you weren’t sure whether you were more jealous of her or attracted to her. 

“Huh?” you asked.

“Which one’s yours?” she repeated. 

“Oh.” You squinted at the waves, trying to zero in on Sam. “Uh, blue wetsuit in the group of three off to the side.”

The girl followed your gaze and nodded when she found him. “They just got out there, right?”

“Yeah, we only got here a few minutes ago.” You noticed the camera dangling around and realized she must be out there for someone too. “Um, which one is yours?”

“Long hair, kind of far out. He’s in the big cluster of surfers in the swell.”

Her boyfriend was easy to spot. He was paddling in the direction of an upcoming wave.

“Do you guys come out here often?” you asked. 

She nodded, curls bouncing. “David’s lived in Kaneohe like all his life, which is like fifteen minutes from here so it’s super convenient. The North Shore isn’t as crowded but the waves are practically nonexistent in the summer,” she explained. “What about you guys?”

“We’re on vacation.” You were embarrassed to admit that but it wasn’t like you could lie. You didn’t know the island at all. You also didn’t want to risk mentioning that it hadn’t been your choice to come here and offend her if she thought you were implying that her home state was the worst or something. 

“Oh, how fun!” she exclaimed. Ok, well that was a positive reaction at least. 

“My boyfriend’s family was nice enough to invite me along,” you added, wanting at the very least to establish that it hadn’t been your idea. 

“Holy shit, that is nice of them.”

“I know,” you agreed. 

“Well, while you’re here you should definitely check out the Pillbox hike. It’s a little brutal if you aren’t used to hiking uphill but the views are totally worth it.”

“I’ll be sure to mention it to him! We have a free day tomorrow so maybe we’ll do that, thank you.”

You would not be going on the hike. You hated hiking and heights but you would still mention it to Sam in case the boys wanted to go. 

She smiled but then something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she was standing up to leave. 

“Sorry, I promised my boyfriend that I would get some shots of him today and he’ll be pissed if I miss these waves.”

She threw you a wave over her shoulder as she jogged off. You waved back, calling out that it was nice to meet her. You never got her name. 

You only managed to get through a couple of pages of your book before another person approached your chairs. This time, it was Sam. He had come up to check on you. 

“Make a new friend?” he asked as he shook water out of his hair like a dog. 

“Oh yeah, did you see that girl talking to me?”

“Thought she might be trying to put the moves on you.”

“Oh my god, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not Bella Swan? Not everyone who talks to me is into me.”

“She was your type, though.”

“You say that about all girls.”

“Because that’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. “Either way, she wasn’t interested. She has a boyfriend. She was just asking me if I had a partner out there too.” 

“That doesn’t mean she didn’t think you were cute,” he pointed out.

“You’re so annoying,” you groaned. “I don’t need a wingman anymore.”

He made a face. “That’s right, you’re fucking my brother,” he said, sounding disgusted. You couldn’t blame him. 

“Do you have to announce that to the entire beach? I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, remember?”

Sam shrugged and plopped himself down on the chair next to yours. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to get it out of his eyes. Because they were wet, his curls had taken on a mind of their own. You had witnessed Sam try to tame his hair after a shower on several occasions. It usually ended with him just waiting for it to dry so that he could style it and then making you late to wherever you were supposed to be going. 

“Are you going to go back out there?” you asked. 

“Probably. Wanna join?”

“Very funny.”

“I was being serious.”

“Oh. Well, no thanks.”

“I figured but I just wanted to make sure.”

“You’re sweet.”

-

The boys surfed for a couple of hours before coming in to eat the musubis and snacks you bought earlier. Their parents returned around the same time and you all ate together. 

Afterward, Sam offered to wade around in the shallow water at the edge of the beach with you.

“You have to get in,” he insisted. “It’ll cool you down.”

“Okay,” you agreed.

You didn’t need any more convincing. You had wanted to get in anyway.    

“Harry, Tom, do you want to come with us?” Sam asked. 

They looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure.”

The four of you wove through the sea of beach chairs down to the shore where the remnants of bigger waves lapped at the sand. The water was crystal clear, apart from the frothy white foam atop the waves. It fizzled against the hot sand when the waves crashed against the beach, lingering still even when the water subsided. 

There were several groups of people in the ocean as well but it was less crowded than the beach. Families with small children were gathered right by the shore, the parents mingling with each other as the kids played with wet sand and beach toys. You wished you could remember what it was like to be that young. To meet a stranger and be best friends in the blink of an eye. 

There were less and less people the further out from the shore you got. Fathers teaching older kids how to boogie board, teenagers jumping in the waves as they gossiped with each other. 

You weren’t sure how long you spent in the water but before long, Nikki and Dom were waving from the beach to get your attention. 

“They’re either saying it’s time to go, or they’re ditching us,” Sam said, squinting and making a ‘what?’ gesture with his shoulders. 

“It’s really a fifty-fifty shot,” Harry added. 

“I think they want us to come in,” Tom guessed.

Tom was proven right mere seconds later when Dom beckoned you to join them. 

-

The latter half of the day was spent walking around the city. Being the center of tourism on the island meant Waikiki had a lot of shopping. You had never seen so many high-end stores in one place before. You did some window shopping while the Hollands did some shopping shopping. Practically everything in every single shop was out of your price range. You weren’t expecting otherwise but seeing the numbers on the backs of the price tags still hurt your heart. 

You could tell the sales associates recognized Tom from the way their eyes would get big when they saw him. They’d lean over and whisper to each other behind his back. Even though he couldn’t hear them you knew he knew it was happening. It made you feel kind of bad for him. Kind of. 

You ate dinner at some restaurant attached to the lobby of a hotel. It was on the water, which was nice, but it was just as crowded as the beach had been. The poor servers were so swamped that it took over an hour to get your food. No one minded, of course, but by the time Tom laid his credit card on top of the bill it was dark outside. 

“Do you remember where we parked?” Tom asked you as you 

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how to get there from where we are right now.”

“So you don’t remember where we parked.”

“No, I remember where we parked. But we’ve walked around so much that I don’t know how to get there.”

Tom shook his head at you. “You should always pay attention to where you’re going. It can be dangerous if you don’t know where you are.”

“Why should I? That’s what I have you guys for.”

"What if we weren’t here?”

“There’s a parked car option on my GPS.”

“What if your phone was dead?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“I just want you to be safe!”

You didn’t want to hear any more. “Sam, your brother is being an asshole!”

Your best friend, who had been walking alongside Harry, jogged up to meet you when you called for him. 

“What’d he do?” 

“I was just trying to-”

“I didn’t ask you,” Sam cut in, glaring at Tom. 

“He’s giving me a hard time because I don’t know how to get back to the car from here,” you explained. 

“We can just use the GPS app,” Sam said. 

You turned to Tom with a smug grin. “See?”

“I can’t believe you told on me,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Get used to it,” you hummed. 

-

The last day on Oahu was a free day. You told Sam about the pillbox hike that the girl from the beach had suggested and he woke up early to do it with Harry and Tom. He came back raving about it and showed you a bunch of pictures that made you feel a little sick to your stomach because of how high it looked. 

“Thank god I didn’t go with you guys,” you sighed. “I’d be freaking out even if I stayed at the bottom, just thinking about you up there. There aren’t any handrails or guards to keep you from falling-”

“We were fine,” he assured you. “I didn’t even show you the pictures of us on top of the box.”

“You climbed it?”

“I mean, we’d already climbed the mountain. What’s a little concrete box? Everyone else was doing it.”

You held a hand to your heart like a scandalized middle-aged woman. “I don’t think I want to know anything else.”

Sam took one look at you and laughed. “That’s probably for the best.”

You did some pre-packing at the hotel before joining his brothers to do some exploring. Like Sam, they had showered after their hiking expedition. All three of them were sporting still-wet hair that was dripping onto their shirts like kids sitting in church service after their baptism. 

You walked around the resort first, checking out all of the pools and hot tubs for later that night. Sam told his parents that he’d cook for the family and he’d dragged Harry and Tom with him to get groceries earlier. Apparently, Tom said he would help grill while Sam made some of the side dishes upstairs. You were interested to see how that would turn out. 

You walked by the lagoons next, slipping into the resorts along the shore to scope them out. You were surprised to see that some of them were nicer than the one you were staying at. You assumed the Hollands had chosen whatever the best money could buy was but maybe they were a more financially conscious family than you’d thought. 

“This is the Disney hotel,” Tom whispered in your ear as you passed one of the pools. “It’s crazy expensive to stay here for just a night. Like a standard room is over six hundred dollars.”

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately. I mean, we probably could have stayed here for free but someone would have to pull a lot of strings and then a handful of people would know exactly where I’m going to be and when and we would have had to hire security... it was just easier to book somewhere else.”

“Isn’t it kind of dangerous to be walking around here in the open then?”

Tom shrugged. “I like to live life on the edge.”

You snorted. “Clearly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sam showed me the pictures from your hike earlier.”

His eyes widened. “He did?”

“Uh huh.”

“Shit.”

“You know, I could point out how hypocritical it is to lecture me about safety one day and then do shit like that the next, but I won’t.” 

“You’re the one that told us about the hike!”

You ignored him. “Does your agent know you were climbing mountains this morning?”

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned closer to your face. “No, and she never will.”

“You seem pretty sure of that...”

“You don’t have her number,” Tom said like he was trying to reassure himself rather than call your bluff. 

“Not yet, I don’t.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

He gulped. "Why do I get the feeling we're not talking about my agent anymore?"

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[oh-puffle-cakes19]

My beloved

Pairing - Tom Holland x reader

Summary - You and Tom getting married. What happens at your wedding, day and night.

Warnings - Smut 18+ (Praise kink, sex, unprotected but the reader is on birth control)

A/N - Requested by Anonymous, I hope you like it! Thank you to all the love and support on previous posts! Please requested because they are open, see my navigation post for more details!

word count - 1.8k

Roses bloom as the sun set shines on the little island in Greece, you curled up into Tom’s chest. You knew you should really be sleeping separately but you can’t resist the temptation.

Barely opening your eyes, you shift in your slumber sending Tom body to wake up a bit. “Good morning, My love,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as he brings you closer. You are a wake but only a tiny bit, not really knowing what was going on but enough to hear.

“Good morning, Tommy,” Tom puts the cover higher over you back, which your grateful for knowing he always knew when you shiver. You fall asleep again, last thing you felt was Tom’s lips against your forehead.

Tom wakes up first this time, more refresh than waking up in ungodly hours of the morning. Looking over to see the time is 10am, “Shit,” He whispers, he turns to head to his sleeping Angel.

“Baby, you need to wake up,” Tom gently, whispers tapping you. You shift the other way, “why, so early?” You mumble, tired. “You booked our ceremony to be early, remember?” He chuckles, “But in all honesty we need to get ready.”

“Yeah,” you turn to face him again, Tom planting sweet kisses to your skin. You giggle as he peppers them all over you, “Al- Alright, Alright I’m up, I’m up, just pls stop,” you giggle harder, you stand up making your way to the bathroom.

Tom just watching your beautiful ass walk to the bathroom. When your out with your body cleaned and teeth brush, Tom goes get ready himself. You throw on some clothes, ready to go to breakfast.

Now waiting for Tom, you sit on your phone looking at the send messages.

Your mum: you up? It’s the big day, my y/n/n is getting married

You: Yh, Tom and me just heading down for breakfast

Your friend: can’t wait to send you off with your beloved today, better come for break 😏

You: your too cheeky even for me sometimes and I am I’m waiting for My beloved 😎

Your friend: ofc bestie

You roll your eyes, laughing seeing Tom ready to go. You head out the hotel room down to breakfast.

🧋

“You look stunning, Dear!” Yours and Tom mum says, smiling. “Thanks, I feel it too!” You nod. “I just know that Tom is so lucky, you make the perfect couple.” Nikki smiles, “Thank, Nikki means a lot.” You hug her, then your mum.

Siblings will be siblings, your little sister trying to trip you up for no reason in your wedding gown. “Yh, really funny rug rat,” you laugh as you look like your going to chase her. She runs away, going down the hall to Tom. You shook your head, your little brother being by his side too. Your friend laughs at you, “what are you looking at?” You tease, “my beautiful, bestie!” She smirks running back to the room.

🧋

Tom ties his tie up completely his tux suit, looking real handsome in the mirror. His brothers smiling at how happy they are for him, and of course you too! They see your sister come flying in the room, as your brother giggles hugging her. She makes grabby hands to Tom thou.

“Little rug rat, what have you been up to?” Tom asks, as he lifts her up. She giggles more, “Nothing, you gonna marry sister,” She nods to him. “Yes, Y/N pretty isn’t she? Just like your so adorable pumpkin.”

“Yh, Tommy,” your sister gets down to play chase your brother. “You look good man,” Harry says, sam and paddy agreeing. “Thanks, You look all good too maybe even for once better than me.” Tom teases, Sam and paddy laugh.

Tom dad walks in congratulating him, like his brothers. Tom nods, as your brother wants attention from him. “Hey, little man. You good?” He asks, “Yh, your good too.” He giggles, coping his soon to be uncles. “Let’s, go to my wedding with your sister,” Tom chuckles, taking his hand going outside.

🧋

You walking down the isle graceful as a princess to your Prince. Your maids, one of them being your friend lifting up your dress so you don’t trip up on it. Your dad let’s go of your arm for you to stand next to Tom.

Tom takes your hands into his, the priest begins to say his speech.

Tom and you exchange vows to one another.

“The day I met you, I always knew that I wanted you to be mine. Your so beautiful in the way no one can describe, your talents are amazing. I know that I have so many good adventures with you and over time even more.” Tom speaks, with confidence in his words.

“Your like a good poem that is calming, always knows how to take care of me. Your handsome and how you balance different things with life, your personality is great. I couldn’t ask for anything better than I got with you because what we have is incredible.” You smile, talking proudly of Tom.

You exchange rings, feeling his fingers take yours is heavenly. Trying not to cry right there and then.

“Do you Thomas Stanley Holland take (your full name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love hold and live with her in sickness and health.”

“I do,” Tom smiles

“Do you (your full name) take Thomas Stanley Holland to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love hold and live with him in sickness and health.”

“I do,” you smile

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” The priest and everyone claps as Tom takes you into his arms.

He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, everyone watching how adorable you are together.

🧋

The after party was quite something, fun and laughter all around. Everyone coming who didn’t make it for the ceremony congratulating you has been lovely.

“May I take this dance with you, my beautiful wife,” You turn around taking Tom’s hand.

“You may, my husband,” giggling as you go into the middle of the dance floor.

You and Tom slow dancing to really beautiful song, Everyone stops to watch you have your moment. Tom twirling you around like your an actual princess, makes you laugh.

After Everyone claps, you and Tom going to get get changed and then food.

“You eating cake? Before your sandwich,” you question Tom as you eat your own food. Tom got caught red handed, “Yh, don’t tell my mother,” Tom jokes. you shake your head, “your unbelievable,”

Tom puts his plate down, takes your plate down too. He cups your cheek, “your the real unbelievable one Darling, your so beautiful wowing everyone of your beauty!” Tom kisses your lips passionately, “I love you so much, Mrs.Holland.”

“You are charming,” you giggle, kissing him back. “Mmm, I love you so much too, Mr.Holland,” you giggle, picking up your plate again.

“Even graceful when you eat,” Tom flirts, you push him back a bit and he chuckles more.

🧋

“Have fun, with your beloved,” your friend winks at you, laughing. “Yh, I will.” You smirk back.

You say your last goodbyes to your family as you go up to your hotel room for the night. Tom taking your hand to walk to your room, when everyone was out of sight. You did not except Tom to lift you up bridal style, carrying you.

“Oh, fuck Tom you could of warned me,” you giggle, loving the feel of his hands. “Yh but what’s the fun in that?” He smirks, kissing your forehead.

He opens the door with his key card with you still in his arms, “Impressive,” you remark, giggling. “Well when you play Nathan Drake you get use to doing shit like that,” he placed you down gently.

“Can you help me get my dress off?” You ask, stroking his arm. “Gladly, love” you stand up for Tom to unzip you.

🧋

Your breath hitches as you can feel his hands unzip you. You turn around to let your dress drop, Tom smirking at the sight of you.

“Beautiful as always,” he whispers, attacking your neck and lips. You let out a moan, “Tommy, I can’t wait anymore.”

“Me neither, love. You looked so gorgeous I can’t contain myself,” you smile, as his hands roam against your body.

Tom getting undressed, as you take the rest of your clothes off. You straddle him on the bed, “Has your cock been Hard for me Tommy?” You smirk, as you press your hips against him.

“Fuck, yes Darling.” He groans, flipping you around. You gasp, “Don’t think in your in control princess!” He kisses your neck, sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Mmm, what was that. Sweetheart?”

“Your fingers, fuck and your cock!” You moan out, “beg baby, let me hear you.” Tom grinds himself on you, loving seeing you so desperate for his touch.

“Your cock Tommy, want it in my pretty Pussy,” you begged, kissing his lips. “Good girl,” He puts in the tip, slowly pushing it in your wet, hot core. “Yes, pls move Tommy.” You roll your eyes back as the pleasure of his cock inside you takes over.

“Fuck, Baby your so gorgeous with taking my cock!” Tom praises, moving his hips faster and so deep into your hips. You can feel like Dick throbbing inside you as he moves in and out, pushing really fucking hard.

“Tommy, feels so fucking good,” you whine, gripping hold of his curly locks. “You feel so good too, Darling.” He grunts, as he fucks you harder. “What me too fuck your behind baby girl?” Tom questions, kissing you. “Fuck yes,” You nod, quickly.

Tom flips you around with his strong, muscular arms, your now on your stomach. He brings you closer to his hips, as his cock slips into your hole again. “Fuck me faster Tommy,” you moan, unholy sounds coming out of your mouth.

“Yes, Baby you like that?” Tom grunts as he fucks you even faster, slapping your ass with his Large, sexy hands. “Fuck, yes I fucking love it!” You scream, “Tommy, my pussy clenching around you!!” Tom moans at your sounds, “Feels, Feels so Fucking Good,” you shout.

Tom grips on your waist as he fucks your deeper, with his long, Hard cock. “Fuck, are you close Sweetheart?” He softly, asked. “Yes, so close,” you moan. “Cum for me, Darling,” you let out a scream of his name as you release your high into pure pleasure.

“So fucking, beautiful My love,” Tom Moans out, as he came into you. “You wasn’t to bad yourself,” you giggle turning around, you pulled him in for a hug. “Let’s get you cleaned,” Tom lifts you up to go to the bathroom. You smile as he is always so caring after sex.

Your in the bath together, just relaxed and calm as you talk to each other.

“Was it a good day?” Tom asked, kissing you smiling. “Yes, it was!” You smile, kissing him back.

“Love you so much, Darling,” Tom snuggled his head in between your shoulder.

“Love you so much too, Tommy,” you stroke his curly, brown locks.