#fwb! tom holland

[luvmarigold]

keep it hush (college!peter parker x fem!reader)

Summary: You find yourself crossing a line with Peter that you never intended to cross.

Pairings: fwb!peter x reader

WC: 1,086

WARNINGS: fluff, two idiots in love, mutual pining, slight angst (?)

important note: this fic has NOT been stolen! i, the original writer, am reposting this on my new blog as my previous blog (spiderl0rd) was wrongfully deleted. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! this is a part of @mermaidxatxheart ‘s Hot Writer Summer Challenge! this fic is based off of the song “Toothbrush” by DNCE. divider by @firefly-graphics

You were in heaven. At least it felt like you were.

Lying there with your head on Peter’s chest, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back, legs tangled up in the warm sheets, you were the most comfortable you’ve ever been. Perhaps too comfortable.

You and Peter met during your freshman year. He and his friend, Ned, lived in the dorm directly across the hall from you. After learning that you were both from Queens, you became instant friends. It wasn’t until the Spring semester that you noticed something between you. A spark.

A lingering glance here. A flirty comment there. You both finally decided to give in to temptation and try your hand at being friends with benefits.

That was six months ago and against your better judgment, you felt yourself falling for him. Hard. You swore to yourself that for the sake of your friendship, you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. However, your heart had other plans.

You glance out of the window to see the sun setting, realizing your time with Peter has come to an end. You let out a sigh before moving to climb out of bed. Before your feet are able to touch the ground, you feel a gentle hand wrap around your wrist.

“Wait, you’re leaving already? It’s barely even 8 o’clock.” He says with a nearly imperceptible pout on his lips.

You let out a light chuckle, “I just figured I’d start heading back. I’ve been here all day. You’re probably getting sick of me by now.”

“Don’t say that. I could never get sick of you. I love every minute I spend with you.” He says with a slight frown.

You pause and look at him – really look at him. He’s dead serious. You attempt to laugh it off, ignoring the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You ruffle his already messy curls before finally climbing out of bed, “Aw, thanks, Parker. I love spending time with you too.”

There is a moment of silence as he takes you in. Eyes follow you around the room as you free yourself from his t-shirt, changing back into your own clothes. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

You hum, urging him to continue.

“Y’know you’re always welcome to stay over if you’d like…right?”

You stop in your tracks and look at him, searching his eyes for any indication that he’s joking. Your search turns up empty. 

You just sigh and shake your head. “C’mon Pete, we’ve talked about this. You know the rules.”

“It’s just…you’re always in such a rush to leave after we hook up. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that, that’s all.”

“I appreciate that. Trust me, I do. I just don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“What do you mean? You’ve slept over dozens of times. What’s one more?” He says crawling over to the edge of the bed to be closer to you.

“Yeah but that was before we started doing this.” You say gesturing between the two of you. 

“It’s just one night. It’s not a big deal.”

You frown, “Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

A look of confusion flashes across his features. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that cuddling and spending time together after sex crosses a boundary that we both agreed we wouldn’t cross. We both agreed that we need to give each other space in order for this to work. Otherwise, it’ll start to feel like we’re more than just benefitting if you know what I mean.”

A long, uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as you go back to gathering your belongings. You almost forgot that Peter was in the room before he quietly spoke up again.

“…But would that be so bad, though?”

“Peter-” “Please. Let me finish.”

You nod sitting back down next to him on the mattress.

“I’m sorry, okay? I know it’s against the rules or whatever but I can’t help the fact that every time I see you walk out that door, you take a little piece of my heart with you. Every night we spend together just plays on repeat in my head, over and over, until I get the chance to see you again. Being around you is all I want to do, Y/N.”

You feel your heart rate pick up and your breath quicken. This is the moment you’ve been dreaming of since you first came to terms with the fact that you had feelings for Peter. So, why are you not over the moon about his confession?

Avoiding his gaze, you turn away from him, shaking your head. “We’re friends Pete. I would never jeopardize that.”

“Well can’t we at least try? Look at me, sweetheart.” You reluctantly let your eyes meet his as he grabs your hands, sandwiching them between his own. “I say to hell with the rules. I’d break every rule in the book if it meant we got to be together. I’m not saying we have to end up in a relationship if that’s not what you want. All I’m asking is that we have a proper go at it and see if we can make things work. I’m tired of moving around in secrecy. I want to take you out on a real date. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to be able to show you off because that’s what you deserve, Y/N. Let me be the one to give that to you.”

Your brain is screaming at you to say “no, absolutely not” but your heart is screaming louder and it’s telling you that this may be worth the risk.

“If I agree to this, keyword: if, would you agree to take things slow?”

“Of course, whatever you want! Maybe you can start leaving a change of clothes here? I can empty out one of my drawers for you if you’d like. I can even get you an extra toothbrush or something that you can keep in my bathroom. That way, you don’t have to leave super early to go back to your place. Oh! How about we-” You cut off his rambling by grabbing his face between your hands.

“Parker!”

A deep red washes over his features, throwing you a sheepish grin. “…Yeah?”

“I’d be honored to leave a toothbrush at your place, you goof.”

Those are the last words you’re able to say before he pounces on you, smothering your face with kisses. “You won’t regret this, Y/N. I promise.”

[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

Broken Knights Series @itsanerdlife (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

Cruel Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/24|sequel to bad intentions)

Chemistry 2 @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓 (danceteacher!bucky au)

Firebug Series @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Forever @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓

For Love of the Game Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂👓 (baseball!au)

Heat on High Mini Series @tom-holland-parker 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!bucky x singlemom!r)

His Empire, Her Rules Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Series @frostironfudge 🌼🐂👓 (ex!military! x +sized!reader)

In Seven Years @perpetuelledaydreaming 🌼🐂👓 (baseball au {mentions of pregnancy})

In The Embers Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!Rogers!reader)

Inked Sun Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (tattoo!artist!au)

It Comes Back To Me 2 @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓(lawyer! Bucky)

It Started with a Smile Series @writing-for-marvel 🌼🐂👓 (regency/bridgerton!au)

It Takes Two @jessybarnes 🍓🌼👓 (pregnant!reader)

It Was Always You @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused 🍓🌼🐂(+sized!reader)

Last Night’s Story Series @the-canary 🍓🌼🐂👓(stripper!bucky au)

Like I Want You 2 @tmpestuous (college au)

Lieutenant Smolder Series @baezen 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Love & Lace Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (mob!Bucky x burlesque!reader|1/24)

Moth to the Flame Series @tmpestuous (college au/ enemies to lovers au)

Our Life Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂

Out Of Mind @rassvetsky 🌼🐂👓

Part Of A Family @onceuponastory 🍓🌼🐂 (singlemom!reader)

Promises @jadedvibes 🍓🌼🐂 (soft!dark! 1940’s bucky)

Playing Games Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (tw: S/A|HS au|1/28)

Save Me Mini Series @espinosaurusrexex 🍓🌼🐂 (college au)

Scars Series @chickenfics 🌼🐂👓 (western au)

Something Domestic Series @fandoms-writings 🌼🐂👓 (ex-military amputee farmer Bucky)

Something More Series @tellmealovestory 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fwb/situation-ship au)

Shattered Pieces Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (fighter!bucky|1/20)

Silhouettes in the Spotlight Series @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓 (actor Bucky x plus sized reader)

Six Months Series @creativebeang 🌼🐂 (explicit themes 18+)

Ties That Bind Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (MC|ch. 1/32)

The Best Man Series @glutenfreepeach 🍓🌼🐂👓 (dark themes 18+)

The Sargent’s Heart Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!reader)

The Time of the Prey Series @subwaysurf45 🍓🌼🐂 (Knight Bucky x Princess Reader)

The Unseen One Series @extremelyblackandwhite 🌼🐂 (hades!au)

Wrangling Forever Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (farm hand Bucky au|1/10)

Whatever It Takes Series @angrythingstarlight 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

Where Do We Go From Here Series @sebastianstansqueen 🌼🐂👓 (mafia!au)

I Wanna Be Yours @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (besties to lovers!au)

[violetlilysunshine]

Smut Masterlist

18+ ONLY beyond this point!

Tom Holland

Best We’ve Ever Made - 18+

Boyfriend Tom Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,863

Threesome Fic Recs

Chris Evans

Never Get Used to You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 3,132

Beer Gut - 18+

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 4,224

Right Here, With You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,809

Home Late Part 2 - 18+ // Part 1 (Fluff)

Dad Chris Evans x CEO Reader

WC: 4,595 // 883

Started in the Closet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 5,094

I Get You Wet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,325

Practice it Now - 18+

Chris Evans x Actress Reader

WC: 4,093

Almost Primal - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,533

After the Fourth - 18+

Dad Chris Evans x Female Mom Reader

WC: 3,713

Just for Us - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,920

Harry Holland

Your First Time - 18+

Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 4,154

Serve Yourself - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,456

Inspiration - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,595

Make Me - 18+

FWB Frat Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,759

[junetuesday]

tom holland masterlist

♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.

♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified

♡ otp

All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others. 

12 Days of Christmas (and beyond): Series Masterlist // one 🔥| two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven 🔥| eight | nine 🔥| ten🔥 | eleven | twelve 🔥 + valentine’s day 🔥 + june 1st  🔥

On The Subject of (Headcanon Series): Forehead Kisses 👤 | Neck Kisses | Hair Playing | Big Spoon/Little Spoon | Clothes Sharing | Terms of Endearment | Random Texts 

Smut

A Covert Operation

Got a Bed With Your Name On It

Pull Over

FaceTime

Keep Quiet

Beg For It

Wanna Taste?

Whistle

Jealous  👤

Missed You

4:31am

Polo and Prosecco

Mine

Uninterrupted

Fluff

Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma

Idiot.👤

Pop. Six. Squish 👤

#BestNine

Angst

Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤

Blurbs etc.

‘Distraction’ kiss 👤

‘Before bed’ kiss 👤

”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤

‘Everyday😘’  (Pull Over add-on)

“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤

Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤

Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤

”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤

Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤

10 Best Boyfriend Qualities  👤

10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities  👤

When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes...  👤

A surprise visit 

Physical v Verbal Headcanon  👤

Travelling when you’re sick  👤

When you’ve had a bad day at work  👤

Misc. soft shit headcanon  👤

Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned  👤

That time Tom got sick on the press tour  👤

Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤

Swimming in the sea

♡ sweetener

Series Masterlist

♡ au/other

Smut

Somethin' 'Bout You 

Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)

Girls/Boys/Boys  (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)

Truth or Dare 

Forget the Bed 

When in Paris (CEO!Tom)

Release (Uni AU)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)

Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)

Crash Course  (Fuckboy!AU)

Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Safe (Friends to FWB)

“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)

Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)

Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)

One Night (FWB/Uni AU) 

Fluff

No Lollygaggin’👤

Lovely👤

2AM 👤

Parking Practice 👤

...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤

Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato  (Uni AU)

Angst

The Chain 👤

Absence (Uni AU) 👤

If It Means a Lot To You 👤

Gen/No Relationship Specified

Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)

It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤

Blurbs etc.

Time of the Month Headcanon

Slow Down👤

Sing👤

Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤

Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤

Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤

Parenthood Headcanon 

First time getting a BJ Headcanon

[justapurrcat]

Rebound | t.s.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Excerpt: “The terms of the mutual agreement couldn’t have been clearer: mind-blowing sex, moral support when needed, hot milk-chocolate and, the most important one, no feelings involved.

You could do that... right?”

Warnings: English not being my first language, angst, fluff, smut, fwb agreement

Status: Completed

Tom Holland Masterlist

General Masterlist

(Re)bound | t.s.h.

Excerpt: “The terms of the mutual agreement couldn’t have been clearer: mind-blowing sex, moral support when needed, hot milk-chocolate and, the most important one, no feelings involved.

You could do that... right?”

Rebound | t.s.h.

Excerpt: “It wasn’t Tom's fault that you got your heart shattered, and it certainly wasn’t his fault that this was by no doubt the most painful heartbreak you ever went through.

There was only one person to blame for all that, and that person was you.”

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[nanaseo1999]

MASTERLIST

*key* [smut :👀/fluff : ⭐/angst : ☔]

Serie :

*FWB Stray Kids

*Tom Holland : just a glance

*OBX: Rafe Cameron

°Chan°

-Chan behind the scene [👀]

-soft chan boyfriend [⭐️]

-comfort 3racha[👀]

°Minho°

-Daddy baby girl [👀]

°Changbin°

-needy girlfriend[👀]

-camera[👀]

-comfort 3racha[👀]

°Hyunjin°

-Hyunjin impatient in the car [👀]

°Han°

-Han x ghost/könig [👀]

-Han playing whit is innocent reader [👀]

-comfort 3racha[👀]

°Felix°

-Felix after a long training [👀]

°Seungmin°

-Seungmin whit a leash[👀]

°I.N°

-Boyfriend I.N [👀/⭐️]

[potaetopic]

naeun's reading update —May 2022

Tags : a - angst, c - crack, d - dark, f - fluff, s - smut, y - yandere ☁️ - fav

a/n: hello! for authors that seen me before, im sorry for tagging yall again as im in a process of renewing(?) my page atm, but i promise this is gonna be the real one. no more take backs :]

ONE SHOT

careful what you wish for @kookiesbuckethat —jjk a f (established relationship!au) almost lover @lmaosope —jjk a SOOP @satnin-darling —kth,jjk s (idol/poly!au) Embroidery @bibbykins —kth f s y (college/university!au) Joyride @sunshinerainbowsbts —kth,jjk s (college/university!au) Cheap Wine & Second Chances @sunshinerainbowsbts —jhs a f s (dance!au) tsundere yoongi @yoonpobs —myg f Devotion @darkafterhours13 —ksj d The Pristine Housekeeper @darkafterhours13 —kth d (maid!au) ☁️ Catfish @darkafterhours13—kth,jjk d (college/university!au) "Sorry" @darkafterhours13 —jjk a (criminal!au) "BULLY" @darkafterhours13 —jjk y (high school!au) ☁️ Cause & Effect @btsrunmylife —jjk a s (marriage!au) Save Me @kokawrites —myg a f (college/university!au)

SERIES

Iridescent Love @imnotlauriane —bts a f (werewolf!au) (on-going) 4:23 AM @satnin-darling —kth a f s (idol/fwb!au) (9) Oh My Lucifer @pinkcherrybombs —bts a c f (fantasy/demon!au) (on-going) Lighthouse @satnin-darling —myg,jjk a f s (fwb/office!au) (11)

Triptych: Shape of Love @ —kth,jjk a f s (fwb/love triangle!au) (3) ☁️ Devil + Devil @selfcontrol-idkher —pjm c f (soulmate/social media!au) (19) Thesis It | lemons @xherxx —bts a c f s (college/university!au) ☁️ Singles’ sideline @darkafterhours13 —kth d (sport!au) (6) He is Love @btsrunmylife —jjk a f s (break up!au) (4) ☁️ Lesson Learnt @sweetwolfcupcake —jjk a s y (break up!au) (23)

DRABBLE

—  for you @ggukseoulcafe —jjk s prove it @keisl0vergirl —jjk f (college/university!au) A Question for You @sunshinerainbowsbts —ksj f (established relationship!au)

NON-BTS

The Baby Assignment @vendettaparker —peter parker c The Suit @waitimcomingtoo —tom holland c f Cinema Distractions @jenniferrv —peter parker s ☁️

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

It’s back!! That’s right I’ll be doing the Summer of Love again this year! It will be running from the first day of summer to the last and just like last year I’d love to see other participate/use my prompts, just make sure you tag and credit me if you do! Anyways I hope you guys are all as excited as I am, I’ll also be running a small series this summer but I’ll talk more about that when I get closer to releasing it! 

June 21st - September 22nd

Quick Rules:

Any au’s are allowed, the ones suggested below are just that, suggestions. I know a lot of people also love mob aus and royal aus, so do I, you can totally send those too, I just wanted to give some summery suggestions

In addition to aus you can totally request tropes too, so say you wanted specifically enemies to lovers or fwb just let me know

You can also request send in requests for previous series I’ve done. For example, I’ve had a few people ask if I would write anymore for That Which Binds You, so if you wanted me to do that you could just send your requests and specify that you want it written for those characters

This is open for smutty and NSFW content, but please just let me know if that’s what you want. You can simply add NSFW, smutty, or something like that to the end of your request so I get the message lol

Regular requests are still open so if you have something not on the prompt list or just something specific you want you can still send that in too!

Regular Masterlist

Summer of Love Masterlist

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Characters:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Nathan Drake

Arvin Russell

Harrison Osterfield

Summertime AU Suggestions:

Surfer

Lifeguard

Rich Kid

Country Club

Camp Counselor 

Summer School

Band

Water/Amusement Park

100 Prompts

Skinny dipping

Making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

Having a party on a boat

Attending a wine tasting

Going to the aquarium/zoo

Watching a firework display together

Waking up early to watch the sunrise

Picking strawberries

Sneaking into a concert

Napping on a hammock together

Playing beach volleyball

Drinking too much at a street fair

Going to a farmer’s market

Going to a drive in movie

Putting together patio furniture

Taking a road trip together

Getting stung by a jellyfish

Getting stuck at the top of a ferris wheel

A summer thunderstorm

 Buying a snow cone machine

 Body painting

 Purposely spilling a drink 

 One person goes to a party without the other

 Having a picnic

 Eating fruit off of each other

 Going to a party in an abandoned pool

 A date at a museum or botanical garden

 Searching for an inflatable pool 

 A sudden heatwave

 One gets heatstroke and the other takes care of them

 Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row  (V1. Tom Holland, V2. Nathen Drake)

 Jumping off a rope swing

 Going to a house concert

 Getting caught fooling around

 Meeting the parents for the first time 

 Throwing a pool party

 Going to a bonfire

 Making smores 

 Setting up a slip and slide

 Making each other charm bracelets

Carving watermelons like they’re pumpkins

 Getting scared while camping

 Lemonade stand

 Sending handwritten letters 

 A baseball game

 Bumper cars

 Trying to make your own ice cream

 First time at a party/club

 Swimsuit shopping

 Going on a double date

 “Kiss me, please.”

 “Help me, my leg is asleep.”

 “But I don’t wanna just be friends, I never wanted that.”

 “I’m melting!” 

 “Shh, we’re gonna get caught!”

 “I’m sorry, I’m just really hot.”

 “I miss you, I still think about you every day.”

 “What are you doing here?”

 “Keep that thing away from me!”

 “I’m happy just to be here with you.”

 “I meant it, I love you.”

 “You taste like coconuts.”

 “We’re in the middle of a heat wave and you’re drinking hot coffee?”

 “This line is so long, we’ll be dead by the time we reach the end of it.”

 “You know I’d do anything for you.”

 “Of course you look great, but you’d look even better if you took it off.”

 “They’re hitting on you.” 

 “You are the center of my universe, as in everything revolves around you.”

 “I wanna be wherever you are."

  "Let's just stay in bed all day, I don't feel like getting up."

 "Can you help me with my sunblock?" 

  "I’m sorry, you bought what?”

  “I need you to let me in.”

  "Please tell me we'll be there soon."

  "What happened to you?"

  "I'm being eaten alive!"

  "Ew, you're sweating."

  "Have you ever made a fire before?"

  "What the hell is that noise?!"

  "Not everything has to be a contest."

 "I rented a metal detector."

 “Keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the day.”

  "Did you steal that?"

  "Why are you sticky?"

  "How would you feel about a strip tease?”

  "How come you never just stay home?"

  "Oh! The pavement is hot!"

  "Let's rent a treehouse."

  "Don't fall asleep on me alright?"

 "Will you help me wash my car?"

  "You know he didn't mean it like that."

  "I like the sound of your voice."

  "Leave."

  "Please be careful, you're stressing me out."

 "What kind of surprise is this?"

 "I can’t, I don't know how to swim."

 "Okay, now make a wish.”

 “You can’t be serious right now!”

 “Where were you?”

 “I hate you.”

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[buzzhqsooc]

so as you can see, i've traded tom holland for zayn, which means that jensen now plays holland, and i brought the amazing zayn.

but i also wanted to introduce to you; noah centineo. he's gonna be my final character.. sobs. anyway, if anyone wishes to plot with either zayn or noah, feel free to IM me or comment below and i'll slide into your dms.

oh, niall, rudy, barbara and josephine are also up for plots. want a troubled ex? got ya. fwb? hot. bestie? always.

[worldoftom]

*waves* hi! You were recommended to me by @peterdarlingg!! My name is Izzy (or Blue). I see you are a Tom Holland fan! What are your favorite troupes when it comes to writing?

Hey!!! Thanks for reaching out :) my fave trope has to be fwb, the 'do they don't they' or 'they do but they dunno it yet' or 'they do and they know but they won't admit to it's dynamics have to be some of my biggest weaknesses :) thanks for asking! Hope you have a decent time around here 😌

[allthingsroleplay]

milo ventimiglia/open love interest for jessica alba - all very open but i'm feeling very fluffy hallmark type vibes? maybe it's the time of year to blame.

garrett hedlund/open love interest for phoebe tonkin - fwb/casual relationship starts to get a little more complicated with his recent move back to town instead of just visiting a few times a year.

leighton meester/open ex-girlfriend & mother of his child for theo james - romance turned purely platonic. the best of friends with no secrets and zero boundaries. she could also fit into one of the many family ads on site.

tom holland/open best friend for dove cameron - bonded over their love of comics and slightly nerdy things in freshman year. have been close ever since even if she is a little more chaotic than him.

[plots4us]

i play ( TOM HOLLAND) and i am looking for (M/F) with ( ZENDAYA ). i’m looking for the following plots ( FRIENDS TO LOVERS, FWB ENDGAME ROMANCE ). this plot will be for ( EITHER GROUP OR PSL ). this plot ( WILL ) be chemistry based, ( WILL /) contain mature themes and will be ( PARA / HEADCANON ). feel free to message at ( CHATS theamazingspiderboi )

[reignfms]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , daisy, marx, gem, luna + lee !  the southern kingdom awaits the arrival of edric caron, juliette blackwood, gaheris dondarrion, pimchanok targaryen, theon blacktyde, arianne fowler within the next 24 hours or risk reopening. the following fc(s) are now taken: leo suter, natalie dormer, chris evans, davika hoorne, tom holland + camila queiroz

please note that the pages will not reflect these new apps until later ! i’m a bit busy, but wanted to accept while i could so people could get posting / send in accounts. any multi muse blogs don’t need to send a subsequent follow !

⟨ leo suter. cis man. he/him. twenty-nine. ⟩ we welcome edric caron to king’s landing , the ruling lord of nightsong. keep an eye out for their impulsive nature, they tend to cover it up by acting protective. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house caron & house baratheon. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a small jar of ale being downed in one go because of a dare, the mix of sweat and blood at the end of a brawl, scarred knuckles turning white from holding back an impulsive and aggressive reaction — daisy. she/her. 27. utc. *vareena tyrell broken betrothal, isabaelda beesbury’s baby daddy and sharra arryn fwb connections

⟨ natalie dormer. cis female. she/her. 36. ⟩ we welcome juliette blackwood to king’s landing , the ruling lady of raventree hall. keep an eye out for their chilly nature, they tend to cover it up by acting sophisticated. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house blackwood alone. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of manicured nails in balled fists and thunder rumbling in the distance. — Marx. She/Her. 30+. Central. 

⟨ chris evans. cis male. he/him. 37. ⟩ we welcome gaheris dondarrion to king’s landing , the lord of raventree hall. keep an eye out for their machiavellian nature, they tend to cover it up by acting independent. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with himself/house blackwood. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of loud laughter in a crowded room, lying so perfectly you almost forget yourself, a handsome grin hiding nothing but frost beneath — gem. she/her. 25+. gmt+2.

⟨ davika hoorne. demi woman. she + they. 24. ⟩ we welcome pimchanok targaryen to king’s landing , the princess of dragonstone. keep an eye out for their manipulative nature, they tend to cover it up by acting alluring. rumor has it they are against the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house targaryen you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of honeyed  eyes  observing  everyone  around  them,  a  cold  smile  that  never  reaches  the  eyes,  an  uneasy  feeling  of  leaving  a  conversation  with  them,  but  knowing  nothing  about  them — luna.

⟨ tom holland. cis male. he/him. twenty–six. ⟩ we welcome theon blacktyde to king’s landing , the lord of blacktyde. keep an eye out for their arrogant nature, they tend to cover it up by acting skillful. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with houses blacktyde & greyjoy. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a mischievous grin that’s up to no good and the smell of sea & a cool breeze during sunrise. —  lee. filling a blacktyde sibling wc! 

⟨ camila queiroz. cis female. she/her. twenty–nine. ⟩ we welcome arianne fowler to king’s landing , the lady of skyreach. keep an eye out for their manipulative nature, they tend to cover it up by acting diligent. rumor has it they are against the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house fowler & martell. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a welcoming smile and deceptive  eyes and tiny vials of an unknown substance that one wouldn't dare touch.  —  lee. filling one of kaelys’ broken betrothals wc

[belovedholland]

*waves* hi! You were recommended to me by @peterdarlingg!! My name is Izzy (or Blue). I see you are a Tom Holland fan! What are your favorite troupes when it comes to writing?

Well hello Izzy 💙

There are so many amazing tropes, which I love. But the tropes below are some of my favorite

Enemies to lovers, co-workers, fwb, fake dating & childhood-best-friends to lovers

These are all very classic, but they can be written in so many different ways and never gey boring.

[loverholland]

strings attached

pairing: rich kid! fuckboy! fwb! tom holland x rich kid! fem! reader au | request | original | prompt summary: no strings attached was the agreement. word count: 4,700 warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of mary j, mentions of friends with benefits relationship, & sexual and strong language used. a/n: this is, as requested, fuckboy tom but kind of with a twist. i hope you enjoy this, nonnie!

Going to a party wasn’t really a part of the agenda for today, it was quite the contrary. She had been stressed from working as an intern at her father’s company in Northern London and was going to spend her night unwinding to the newest Bachelorette episode while doing a face mask and sipping on the wine her mom bought her earlier in the week. She wasn’t too sure why, but she appreciated the thought. But the night turned around when her best friend, Cheryl, aka Cherry, had told her that Tom was going to a party, one that she didn’t know about. She didn’t originally want to come, she knew how it would look, and it wasn’t her favorite look. It made her look obsessive in a way, but she didn’t think she was. Cherry was the one who asked, not only because of Tom, but because a few of their mutual friends were there. So, Y/N agreed.

Y/N: hey, i’m going to be at a house party tonight! if you see me, text me! :) x

She wanted to keep it casual and like she wasn’t going to be in the same place as him. But she knew that 217 Liberty Avenue was exactly where he was. She felt wrong for being here. Wrong for letting Cherry bring her to the same party Tom was at. Y/N sighed as Cherry interlinked her fingers with Y/N’s. They stood outside for a moment, the loud rap music pounding the walls.

“Did he reply?” Cherry asked, big green eyes looking up at her.

“No clue.” Y/N replied honestly, moving her free hand to her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans and pulling out her phone. She went through the Face ID and pressed on the light green icon to see her messages. She saw his contact and her message, biting her lip. She pressed his contact, darting to the Read at 9:45pm tag. She felt a pang in her heart and a helpless breath of air leaving her lips, her shoulders slugging and fingers unlinking as she locked her phone again. “No. He didn’t.”

“Oh sweetie,” Cherry’s hands touched her shoulders and she laid her head on Y/N’s arm, which was partly covered by the dark green, silk Gucci shirt she was wearing. It was much like Tom’s and she hated that it matched, especially when they’re going through whatever they’re going through.

“I’m sorry. He’s not worth it anyways. We can go drink and have the time of our lives, alright?” She smiled, eyes growing large as she began to drag Y/N to the door. It was white and large and was pushed open with very little force. The music became louder and the lights were dark with pink and green disco lights. It was fucking fantastic and she wished so deeply she had a gram of ouid on her or something. But, she didn't, so whatever.

Cherry dragged her through the crowd of people and into the kitchen where the liquor sat out. Cherry immediately got a recyclable shot glass and one of the bottles, pouring 2 shots out.

“One shot for you,” she pushed one glass to Y/N. “And one for me.” She smiled and picked up the shot glass, raising it. Y/N did the same and clinked theirs together. Y/N pressed the lip of the shot glass against her strawberry red lips and tilted her head back, allowing the nail polish remover to run down her throat.

“Gross.” Y/N started and sat the glass down, looking at Cherry.

“Oh, whatever!” She laughed, “I’m going to make you a drink.” And with that, she bounced off, heels clickity-clackiting across the floor. Her blonde curls bounced over her shoulders and she made sure she was known to be there, such a big personality for such a small human. Y/N sighed and leaned against the counter, fingers tapping on the wood. She was bored but she didn’t want to look at her phone. It reminded her of Tom, weirdly enough. Being reminded of him wasn’t bad, oh God no, it was quite nice. She couldn’t help wonder what he was talking about and how the words would look forming across her lips. If he was thinking about what it would be like to completely destroy her in the closets bathroom. Maybe taking her in the back of his car, again, before taking her back home to properly do the job. She definitely thought about it and it made her miss him more.

Y/N bit her lip as she battled with herself on actually looking at her phone. Another huff and suddenly her phone is up and being unlocked with Face ID. Y/N admired her home screen for a moment, a picture of her, Tom, Harrison, and Cherry at the Eiffel Tower in París. They had gone on vacation a few months back together after she officially graduated with her Bacholors. The photo was bright and they each held a champagne flute. Tom’s fingers were interlocked with hers and they both shared bright smiles. Y/N loved the picture and she often wondered if Tom knew that was her home screen.

Y/N tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon, swiping left immediately to see the stories posted by her friends. Cherry was first, a few snaps from before she had left her apartment to meet with you. Then a video of her doing a shot. Typical. Then it was Y/N’s younger sister, Charity, a 16 year old who was basically Y/N’s younger twin. Charity and a few of her friends had gone to the country club today. Playing golf and going swimming, the typical things. Tapping on, was Harrison’s story. There was a video of Harrison and Tom taking a shot, Tom’s face scrunched up and he stuck out his tongue.

“Gross.” Tom said disgustingly as Harrison laughed.

Y/N giggled and with another tap she was at Tom’s story.

He had posted a shirtless picture to his private story, a bulge very prominent in his grey sweats. Was this in the story only meant for her? Yup! Fuck. He looked absolutely delightful, but with another tap, she saw a photo of him with a girl in his lap. She rolled her eyes and swiped down and off of the stories before swiping to the camera. She sat her phone against one of the many bottles, stepping a few feet back to take an equally hot picture of herself. She made sure to accentuate her hips and her chest, throwing her head back, the way she knows Tom likes. Her hair draped loosely over her shoulders and then, the picture was done. She checked it, made sure that it was up to her standards before adding a GIF to go along with it.

Before she knew it, a hand clasped over her shoulder, making her jump out of fear. She turned around quickly, stabiling herself with the counter, mentally readying herself to start swinging but it was only her best friend who was standing in front of her with a large grin on her face.

“Try it!” Cherry smiled and pushed the red solo cup into Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked down at the brown liquid in the cup, raising an eyebrow at Cherry before bringing the edge of the cup to her lips and taking the smallest sip of it. It tasted like the drink she almost always gets; fireball and coke. Y/N could laugh at the way Cherry whispered a soft “How’d I do?”

Y/N smacked her lips and smiled at Cherry. “You did perfect.” Y/N complimented. “Fireball and coke is a good choice.”

“Well, I know that it’s usually what you get and you told me explicitly that you could not have anything other than fireball, which I still don’t understand because fireball makes you angry sometimes and I don’t know if you’re looking for a fight, but all I’m saying is to let me know before you start throwing down with some bitch because I need to make sure I get it on video.” Cherry rambled, leaning onto the counter to try and leverage herself.

“I’m not going to fight anyone.” Y/N responded, sipping on the drink again. Cherry laughed a pitiful laugh.

“You say that and then someone's going to look at Tom wrong an-” Cherry paused and with wide eyes, looked at her best friend. “Oh no, I'm so sorry I-”

“You're right. I promise I won't fight anyone tonight.”

Cherry smiled and lept onto Y/N, arms catching her neck in a hug, one that Y/N was all too familiar with. She wrapped her arms around Cherry's waist and squeezed her for a moment.

“I love you.” Cherry whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Ditto.”

And with that they separated. Cherry smiled up and her before kissing her cheek and removing herself completely.

“Do you mind if I go find Charolette? She said she was going to be here.”

“Yeah. I'll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If anything changes I'll text you.” Y/N smiled and Cherry returned it, skipping away as her heels clacked against the hardwood floor.

And there Y/N was, once again, alone. Y/N sighed and turned so her back faced the archway, unlocking her phone again and going to respond to a few of the messages she had ignored. This wasn’t her best idea, by far. She didn’t want to be here and knowing that Tom was with someone else and didn’t tell her, made it a bit worse for her. But, Cherry wanted her to have a good time and she would. Especially when they get to go to a breakfast diner later, which was all Y/N needed to be convinced to come out tonight, other than her friends, of course. But she was just tired. Annoyed.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice sounded, causing Y/N to jump again. Damn. She turned on her heel quickly, looking at the blonde man standing in front of her. Harrison Otwrfield. Tom Holland’s best friend and one of her most seen friends. He's not a close friend of hers, not even a “friend”, some would say. More of an acquaintance, if anything. But he was always with Tom and she saw Tom regularly, making Harrison a regular with her. But she  didn't trust him. Not for a good reason, she just doens’t trust blonde men, just something about them screams WRONG WAY!

No clue why, they just do.

“Hm?” She hummed, hiking one of her eyebrows up. She lifted her drink and took a large swig before titling it to point at him. “Go on, what do you need?”

“I didn't know you were going to be here.” He simply stated.

“I could say the same.” She looked him up and down. “Daddy’s money” screamed from the Rolex on his wrist and the Gucci belt he wore. “Want a shot?” Y/N asked, turning her back to Harrison, taking the closet vodka. Blue raspberry. How cute.

Taken aback, Harrison chuckled. “You already have a drink.” He mentioned.

“So? Is that a no?”

“Your limit is like 2. Plus, Tom would kill me if you got too drunk.”

“Oh, so now you're watching out for me?” She scoffed, turning around with both shots in between her fingers. “It's one shot compared to the drink I have.”

“Which is?”

“None of your business.” She snapped. “If you're asking for Tom, you can tell him he can ask himself.” She sat the extra shot glass down before tapping the remaining one, throwing it back in a swift gulp.

Y/N grabbed her drink, palm over the opening just so no one can easily slip anything into it. She didn't know where she was going, but it was going to be the next less crowded space in the house. She had to push past bodies, some would give her looks and others would call out her name to get to stop and talk. But she never did, she just continued walking past and towards a corner on the other side of the room. It was small but there weren't many people and it was still in view of the dance floor, so she could give Cherry an exact location. Y/N much preferred to be reliable when they go out and drink. She's had one too many times of over drinking and needing a sitter and not having one, that's when Cherry came into the picture. She was somehow a saving grace and Y/N just wanted to offer that back to her.

Y/N let out the air she had been holding, relaxing her shoulders for a minute. She reached and grabbed her phone and opened her messages, going to Cherry’s contact

Y/N: i'm over by the backyard door. it's close to the DJ area. had to move bc of Haz.

She knew this wasn't the best type of buddy system but it's always worked for them. They have their location for one another on everything and they share their location at all times. Y/N wouldn't let anything happen to Cherry and vice versa. Neither of them ever wanted to overstep when they partied so having a system where one person can drink a little bit but not enough to inhabit them to walk home. The other one on the other hand can drink as much as they want. Sometimes if they had rides, usually Tom and Harrison, they both would drink. But only them would they both be wasted together.

Y/N lifted her drink and repositioned her hand before taking another large swig. She watched over the party, tapping her fingers along to the music. It wasn't good but it was okay. She knew exactly what she wanted to listen to so she unlocked her phone, pulling up Cherry’s contact again.

Y/N: come meet me over here im going to put on Majesty and we HAVE TO DANCE TO IT!

She quickly went to the phone on the chair, the phone was unlocked and already on Spotify. Nice. Um… Search… Majesty… Nicki-Aha! Y/N swiped left and queued the song, going into the already queued and moving it up to the 4th song. Enough time for Cherry to text her back.

Y/N finishes her drink by the time Cherry shows up. She’s alone, unlike many of the times before, but her pink lips still wore the cheekiest smile.

“Missed you!” She said and Y/N repeated the words back. “When's the song going to play?”

“After this one.”

“Okay!” Cherry clapped, taking one of her hands and grabbing Y/N’s, taking them close to the center of the dance floor. Cherry stood in front of her, her hips beginning to move and her arms rising above her. “Let’s move, baby!”

The song started a minute later and Cherry took Y/N’s hands again, moving them so that Y/N would begin moving her hips a bit, and it worked. Time stopped for a moment as they dance and sang together, Cherry turning to dance against Y/N, giggling as they danced with one another. Their hands interlinked as Y/N helped spin Cherry a bit, dropping low with her and following the lead of her best friend. The song naturally fell from their lips; one of the most listened to songs for both of them and the movements were rehearsed in their kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms and anywhere whenever the song came on.

They even had specific parts they would sing in the car with one another. Y/N and Cherry took turns rapping Eminiems words as they danced with one another as the highway’s went by. The world all melting together while they drove down with the sunroof open and with the windows down, the world all becoming a memory. A memory that she cherished every day of her life.

“Like I'm a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media / Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia / I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast.” The girls screamed to one another and as the next words came up and the syllables left Y/N’s lips, there was a voice she knew all too well.

“And you're never gonna reach these heights / They're just too high to reach / And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest / You better pick another game / try hide-and-seek-” Thomas fucking Holland rapped in her ear. His voice was low and one of the sexiest things she’s heard him do. He always said he hated this song and he just comes out here bang rapping? Y/N deeply swallowed as Tom’s rough hands touched her bicep, squeezing softly.

Y/N turned and looked at him. She could feel Cherry’s hand on her shoulder as well. Tom’s face was stone cold, red with frustration, she assumed. His eyes held so much annoyance that she was concerned about whatever was going on because he didn't have a right to be angry at her dancing with Cherry, right?

“Hi.” Y/N greeted.

“We're going home.” Tom said sternly. Y/N went to fight back but Cherry squeezed her shoulder.

“I think he's right.” She agreed.

“What?”

“We're going home.” Tom removed his hand from her bicep and instead draped his arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the front door. Dumbfounded by Cherry's agreement and Tom's sudden intimacy that he refused to ever show in this sort of public eye. The hand holding pictures are only some that are taken, they always take some holding hands and then some where there's no touching.

She bumped into people as she was led towards the door, which Tom opened for both of the women he was leading out. Harrison was standing at his black matte BMW, arms crossed as he watched the three of them walk out. Cherry walked from around them and towards Harrison. Was this planned? Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

Tom led Y/N to his car, not saying anything. It was a white Lexus, one of the newer models. It had red leather seats and matte black accents. She absolutely fucking loved his car, for more than one reason but she couldn't imagine him wanting to fuck after they've both drank. They both agreed a long time ago that we won't sleep together if we're drunk, at least right now.

Tom opened the passenger side door and Y/N ducked in. Settling on the warm leather that summer brought . Tom walked over to the driver side, settling in before looking over at Y/N, eyes looking over her body. The black sheer lace hugging her torso like none other, and the ripped black jeans looked fantastic. Not to mention the black heels she wore. Her hair fell perfect around her face.

“I thought you didn't like Majesty?” Y/N murmured, a hand buckling the seatbelt before crossing her arms.

“I don't.”

“Oh whatever.” She kicked and looked out the window. Tom huffed and pressed a few buttons, a woman's voice saying “bluetooth'' spoke up and he did a bit more. She didn’t watch him, she just knows from all the times before when she did watch him. Tom would do this every time they left somewhere, he refused to listen to the radio. “What playlist are you putting on?”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at him. “Why of course it does. You know it does! I don’t want to sit in whatever this is without a good playlist at least.”

“What don’t you want to sit in?”

Y/N took a deep breath before releasing everything she’s wanted to say. “Everything that’s been happening over the past few weeks. You’ve ignored my texts and my calls, you never come over anymore and everytime you post on your story it’s something suggestive and all I want to do is tell you how good you look but I don’t feel like I can because you’re not even talking to me.

I don’t understand what’s changed because I would tell you how fucking good you looked and you always responded. Not just to those texts but you responded to every single one. Showing up to parties, wanting a cuddle buddy or just need someone to talk to. You’ve always been there so what fucking happened?”

Tom stared at her for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, pressing the start button and putting his left hand on the wheel. Tom looked over his shoulder and began to pull out from his spot, completely ignoring Y/N’s question. She scoffed and leaned her head back dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong now?” He asked.

“Answer my question.”

“Why?”

Another scoff from her lips. “Because I don’t understand it! You ignore me one minute and then you’re taking me home planning…” she gestured with her hands “...something! I don’t understand what’s happening, Thomas! If you want to end this, then fine! It’s ended, no worries because no strings attached right?” She ranted, tears swelling in her eyes, choking back tears.

“We’re not going to talk about this right now.” He huffed out, falling back into the driver’s seat. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“When’s later? A month from now when you get off your high horse?”

“No, I just want to be parked.”

There was a moment of silence while the soft music from their Fast Approach, a classical playlist. She’s so frustrated but she knows he’s right for wanting to be safe and she couldn’t blame him. “Fine.”

Tom rolled his shoulders and sighed, turning up the volume so that 4 Romantic Pieces played over their thoughts, which were consuming her mind. She felt so much adrenaline, not really knowing if she was in the right but goddamn she was sick and tired of him not answering her. He never acted like this before, all touchy and quiet about how he felt. He always let you know when he didn’t like something. Anytime some guy would begin to dance with her, he always seemed to fuck her like no other had, jealous would rush through his veins and he would make sure that everyone knew she was supposedly his. Leaving bite marks and bruises up and down her breasts and neck.

The drive back to her apartment was long and drewey. She didn’t want to hear his reasons for not talking to her. She was afraid of her heart being broken like time and time again. She would never admit the crush on Tom that she gained with their relationship. No one truly understood that it wasn’t purely just a flirtatious or sexual relationship and it was hard for her to accept the romantic feelings that she slowly began to develop.

They saw each other almost every single night. They would binge watch shows or make playlists and drive around the city. They would get take out and go to bookstores and they made each other one too many things. Too many to throw out, that’s for sure. Fuck, Tom had a drawer at her apartment! He always kept a nice suit at her apartment, gray joggers, a hoodie, a few shirts, changes of underwear and his toiletry products. She had much of the same at his apartment, just adding in some make-up. She found so much peace in his touch, love in his kiss and releif in his words. She couldn’t imagine him going away.

She couldn’t imagine this going away. She’s upset, sure, but the world was everything to her because of him. He took her on drives around the city, always pointing out things. Always taking her somewhere new, whether it is to a new bar or some high class restaurant. She would tell him about the little things, what she appreciated out of life. She would tell him everything and anything he wanted to know, amazed by her mind. She had a Bachlors in Buisness Management from New York Univerity. She wanted a Masters and possible a PhD. She was beyond smart and he couldn’t imagine how her brain works and that’s what he loved most, he told her everytime she said something he didn’t know. The words always followed with a sincere smile.

He’s everything she ever imagined. He’s everything she’s ever needed and the way her heart began to break over the idea of losing him was a lot. Too much in some ways.

She watched the streetlamps pass and took a deep breath as Tom pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment building, bringing the car to a stop in one of the open spots. Y/N didn’t watch him as he turned off the headlights and still didn’t budge when he turned to look at her, a hand gripping the stearing  wheel.

“So,” Tom pursed his lips. “Want to talk about it?”

“Fuck you, Tom.” She laughed and tilted her head down as she tongued at her cheek. “I just want to know what happened. It’s fine if you want to end it. I don’t care, okay? I just want to understand and have a solid ending.”

Tom sighed and turned to face the front again. He stared through the windshield, at the bushes in front of them. It was silent with only Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven and Luke Woodapple playing in the background. Y/N sniffled once or twice as she tried to control the intense emotions of frustration begin to welt up in her eyes. She just wanted answers and once again, he’s not answering. He’s leaving her hanging again.

“What changed, Tom?”

The question was much quiter than everything she had said before. Finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks as a flood of emotions hit her all at once. Everyone felt like it was falling apart and the world wasn’t going to stop turning for her. She had never felt such heart break. Not even when she was stabbed in the back in college or when her “high school sweetheart” cheated on her. Nothing could compare to this pain that her heart felt.

“You.”

The world paused for a moment as the words registered in her brain. What does he mean her? There’s no fucking way. She stared at Tom, arms unfolding as tears continued to fall down her cheeks and onto her chest. So many dots felt like they still weren’t connected, but at the same, so many were connecting. Y/N wanted to protest, but Tom beat her to speaking.

“Haz has been on my arse about this for the last month, okay? He’s known forever and Cherry started hopping on the train. I don’t want us to end, I just don’t know what to do because this wasn’t the plan. The plan wasn’t to fall in love with you. You just… changed everything for me. You bring me soup when I’m sick and you let me come over when I can’t bear to be home. There’s no one with a touch like yours and…” a huff as Tom pushed his loose curls back. “...I didn’t know what to do than to get other girls to replace it and no one did and then you just because home and you just became everything I needed. I don’t even know when it happened or how, it just did and now, here we are.”

Tom sighed, giving Y/N the softest smile as he gestured as a way to say ‘there you go.’ And there it was. Her questions were answered, in a way. The worries she had before were now gone and although her heart still ached, she also felt calm. He felt the same. Y/N laughed softly as she wiped the tears, sniffling as she continued giggling.

“What’s funny?” He asked. “You can’t just laugh at me when I’m telling you there are strings attached.” He whined, making Y/N laugh a bit harder, looking over at him.

“Just kiss me, loser.”

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No Other Shade of Blue But You

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Synopsis: three years after the effects of NWH, Peter moves in as your roommate with benfits. You’re ready for a relationship but he’s still traumatized

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“I should probably head back to my room.”

Peter removed his arms from around your waist and got out of your bed. You sat up and tugged your covers around your body and watched him as he pulled his clothes on. He always left immediately afterward, and it was starting to wear you down.

“You don’t have to.” You spoke into the darkness. “You could just sleep here if you want.”

“I don’t want to overcrowd you.” He smiled apologetically before pulling his shirt over his head.

“You wouldn’t be.” You assured him. “Really, I don’t mind.”

Peter stopped gathering his things and looked at you for a moment. The sliver of your face that he could see in the moonlight looked so hopeful and timid that it killed him to turn you down. He wanted nothing more than to get back in your bed and sleep beside you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t let you get too close. When he was 18 and saw you again after the spell had been cast, he made the decision to leave you alone for your own safety. Running into you again three years later felt like fate. You needed a roommate and he needed a place to sleep.

“No.” He said finally. “It’s okay. I’ll go.”

Disappointment flashed in your eyes but you covered it up with a tight smile. He leaned in to kiss you, initially going for your face but planting one on your shoulder instead. Shoulders were less intimate in his mind. He knew it was silly to worry about intimacy right after having sex with you, but it made sense to him.

“Night.” He smiled softly and left your room.

“Good night.” You mumbled once he was gone and hugged the covers tighter around your body.

Peter walked into the kitchen the next morning, unsure of how you were gonna act around you. He knew he hurt your feelings the night before, but you still smiled at him when he entered the room.

“Good morning.” You greeted.

“Good morning. You made coffee?” He asked when he noticed the full pot.

“I did.”

“You’re the best. I love you.” He squeezed your shoulder before going over to the pot. You smiled against your mug while Peter had the opposite reaction. He tried to say those words to you as little as possible.

“I could make you something, if you want.” You offered. “What are you in the mood for?

“Don’t worry about me. I think I’ll just take it to go.” Peter said as he grabbed a banana.

“Oh.” Your smile fell. “Okay. Sure.”

He gave you an apologetic smile before quickly leaving the kitchen. He didn’t want to leave you alone, but he couldn’t let you get to close. He avoided you the rest of the day until he found you in the living room that night.

“Hey. What are we watching?” He asked as he sat beside you on the couch.

“Hey.” You looked over and smiled at him. “Life As We Know It.”

“Is this the one with the girl from Grey’s Anatomy where they have to raise a baby together?”

“No.” You lied.

“Not again.” He playfully groaned. “You watch this every night, I swear.”

“I can’t help it. I love this movie.” You pouted and scooted closer to him on the couch.

“But you’ve seen it so many times.” He pointed out. “It can’t be enjoyable anymore. Can I show you a good movie?”

“Fine. Go ahead.”

Peter smirked as he took the remote from you. He is exited your movie and pulled up one of his own.

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid?” You asked when you saw his choice.

“It’s Rodrick Rules. It’s a cinematic masterpiece.” He scoffed and pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“I hate you. You’re moving out.” You told him as you cuddled into his side. He wrapped an arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“You can’t kick me out. You’d miss me too much.” He smiled down at you.

“That’s true.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes before returned your attention to the movie. You stayed in that position as the movie played and traced small patterns on his leg.

“Incredible. Amazing every time.” Peter clapped his hands once the movie ends.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “Are you hungry? I don’t mind cooking.”

Peter suddenly became aware of your position and quickly stood up. You looked at him curiously, unsure why he jumped away from you as if you were on fire.

“You eat. I was gonna head out.” He said as he put some distance between you.

“You’re going out? This late?”

“Yeah. Just for a little while.”

“Where?”

“I’m not sure yet. Probably just a bar or something.” He lied and adverted his eyes. He felt bad about lying to you about being Spiderman, but telling you that meant he had to tell you everything else.

“I could come with you, if you want.” You offered and got off the couch.

“It’s okay.” He said quickly. “You should stay here. It’s freezing out anyway.”

“Okay.” You nodded sadly. “Have fun. And please be safe.”

“I will. Don’t worry about me.”

“I can’t help it.” You smiled softly. Peter felt bad about telling you you couldn’t come so he opened his arms.

“Come here. Come hug me goodbye.”

Your smile grew and you practically ran into his arms. You knew he didn’t let you touch him often, so you always took advantage of it when he did. You were smiling against his chest as he was thinking about how long you’d been hugging for. He quickly pulled away and stepped back from you.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.” He said as he pulled on a jacket.

“Okay. Bye. I love you.”

“You too.” He smiled before closing the door.

“You fucking too.” You mumbled to yourself and went back to the couch. A hot tear slid down your face but you quickly wiped it away. You didn’t know why you cared so much when Peter rejected you, but you did. It hurt you every single time.

Peter snuck into his bedroom window that night so he wouldn’t wake you up. He pulled his suit off and changed into his pajamas before going to your room.

“Pete? Is that you?” You rubbed your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to check on you.” He whispered as he pulled to covers over your body.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t sleeping. I was waiting to make sure you got home safely.” You smiled softly at him as he sat on your bed.

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry about me?” He smiled back.

“And didn’t I tell you I can’t help it?” You said as you leaned in. He met you halfway and kissed you passionately. He gently pushed you back onto your bed and hovered above you without ever breaking the kiss. Clothes were shed and thrown across the room, the same as they were every night. The only time Peter let you get close to him was when you were having sex. It wasn’t enough for you. Not my any means. But those fleeting moments in your bed were the only times he let you close to him without pulling away. You let it happen every night, and he took a piece of you with him each time he left. You cuddled into Peter’s side once you’d finished and had just shut your eyes when you felt him squeeze your hip. He immediately got out of your bed and started getting dressed. You got up and watched him, feeling hurt and angry all at once.

“All right. I’m gonna head back to my room.” He said as he pulled his shirt on.

“Why do you always do that?” You asked without looking at him.

“Do what?” He wondered.

“Leave.” Your voice shook as your eyes met his.

“I don’t know.” Peter lied. “I just do.”

“It gets so cold once you leave.” You rubbed your arms. “Can’t you just stay here and hold me? Just for a little while?”

“I don’t know.” Peter shrugged. “It’s that a little… relationship-y?”

“Would a relationship be the worst thing in the world?” You laughed sadly and started to pull your own clothes back on.

“I’m not looking for anything serious. I told you that when I first moved in.” Peter quietly reminded you.

“I know. I just don’t understand you sometimes. You send me so many mixed signals.”

“Can we not do this now?” Peter sighed. “I’m exhausted.”

“So lay down and go to sleep.” You said and gestured to your bed.

“I will.”

“I meant with me.” You said in annoyance as he started walking towards your door. Peter stopped in your doorway and kept his back to you, trying to keep you from seeing his tears. He would love to get back in that bed with you, but he couldn’t. He killed you every time he left, but it killed him just the same.

“I can’t.” His voice wavered. “I’m sorry. I’m not ready for a relationship.”

“It’s fine. Goodnight.” You kept your tone neutral and got back into your bed. Peter turned to look at you, but you were laying with your back to him.

“I love you.” He said softly.

“You too.” You mumbled. Another tear slipped down Peter’s face and he quickly left the room.

The next morning, Peter approached you with a plan. You didn’t look up at him when he walked into the kitchen so he already knew you were upset.

“Good morning.” He greeted.

“Morning.”

“How’d you sleep?“ He asked as he sat across from you.

“Fine.”

“I was gonna go out to a bar tonight.” He continued.

“Okay.” You said flatly. “Be careful.”

“Would you like to come with me?” Peter asked, finally catching your attention.

“Really?” You asked skeptically as you looked up at him.

“Yeah. I’ve been so busy lately. I want to spend some time with you.”

“Okay.” A smile tugged at your lips. “I’ll go with you. That sounds fun.”

“Great.” He grinned. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No. Just coffee.”

“Then let’s go get breakfast.” He offered. “My treat.”

“Okay.” Your smile grew. “I’ll go get ready.”

Peter noticed the skip in your step as you went to your room and smiled to himself. You returned soon enough in a peach colored sun dress.

“Hey. Are you ready to go?”

“You look beautiful.” Peter blurted. He recognized the dress. You’d worn it on his 18th birthday all those years ago.

“Thanks.” You laughed shyly. Peter held out his arm and you took it before heading towards the door.

A few minutes later, you were seated across from each other at a diner. Peter kept looking over his menu at you before speaking up.

“Hey. I’m sorry about last night. I’m sorry about me.”

“It’s okay.” You gave him a soft smile. He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it so he changed the subject.

“What are you gonna get?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. Eggs maybe?”

“Eggs? At a diner? Lame. Boooo.” He teased as he gave you a thumbs down.

“Don’t boo me.” You giggled. “What are you getting?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes.” He said like it was obvious. “Like a normal person at a diner.”

“Okay smart ass.” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him as the waiter came over.

“Good morning. Can I get you two started on beverages?” She asked.

“Coffee for me, please.” Peter said politely. “And an orange juice for my lady.“

“I hate you.” You chuckled and folded your menu, the pet name he used not lost on you.

“And could we please get two orders of chocolate chip pancakes?” Peter asked the waitress.

“I’ll have that right out. You two make a cute couple.” She winked at you before walking away. You and Peter made awkward eye contact and you quickly looked away.

“I think she was hitting on you.” Peter leaned across the table to whisper.

“For real? You think I have a chance?” You played along and went to stand up.

“Shut up.” He laughed. “And stay in your seat.”

“Jealousy isn’t a good color on you.” You clicked your tongue.

“I seriously hate you.” Peter mumbled as the waiter filled his coffee.

“Please.” You scoffed. “You love me.”

Peter fell silent at your words and nervously cleared his throat. You sensed the tension and quickly changed the subject.

“So what bar did you want to go to later?” You asked.

“I don’t know. You can pick.”

“Why don’t we just go to one that you like?” You suggested. “You must have a favorite by now. You go out almost every night.”

Peter folded his lips together and nodded along. Peter had never actually stepped foot in a bar. Those nights you though he was out on the town were spent on patrol.

“Right. I just have so many favorites.” He lied. You gave him a strange look as your pancakes were set down in front of you. You kept normal conversation for the rest of the meal and soon forgot all about the night before.

“That was too good. Let’s get the bill. Purr.” You said once you both had finished. You went for your purse but Peter stopped you.

“Stop it.” He held a hand up. “I’m paying.”

“Let’s just split it.”

“No.” He insisted. “I said it was my treat.”

“Let me get my half.” You offered and tried to get to it purse out again.

“Stop it. I’m paying. A gentleman always pays on a date.”

When he called it a date, you settled into your seat and smiled. He didn’t notice your smile, so he didn’t try to ruin the moment.

“Fine.” You said after a beat. “I’m buying the drinks later tonight, then.��

“Works for me.” Peter shrugged. “Do you want to go for a walk? I need to walk off those pancakes.“

“Sure.” Your smile grew. It was everything you ever wanted. He was finally letting you in.

You strolled around the city for a while and ended up in a park. Your hands kept bumping into each other’s and just when you thought he would take your hand, he pulled away.

“Hang on. You got something in your hair.” He noticed and stopped walking. He carefully tilted your head down and pulled something out of your hair.

“What was it?“ You wondered.

“A flower. The tree is getting all over you.” He chuckled as he pulled more tiny white flowers out of your hair.

“You got some in your hair too.” You noticed and picked them out. “I think we picked a bad spot.”

“I wouldn’t say anything about looking at you with flowers in your hair is bad.” Peter smiled softly. Your chests were pressing against each other’s at this point, closer than he ever let you be.

“You got another one.” You said quietly and reached up for his hair.

“I’ll get it.” Peter quickly stepped away from you and brushed his hair. “We should head back to the apartment. My allergies are acting up.”

“Yeah. Sure.” You said quietly. You sucked in a sharp breath of disappointment as he returned to his usually behavior. You walked home in silence before unlocking the door to your apartment.

“I’m gonna change.” You told him. “I think it’s gonna be cold tonight. Do you know if the bar has a coat check?”

“I’m sure it does. Don’t worry about it. I’ll give you my jacket if you get cold.”

“Oh, will you?” You asked sarcastically before leaving the room. Peter winced at your sharp tone, knowing he had once again upset you. You came back out an hour later with a different dress and heavier makeup. You exchanged tight smiles before leaving for the bar. When you walked in, you saw nothing but off duty firemen and bikers.

“You’ve been here before?” You asked Peter.

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t a total lie. He stopped a bar fight there once when he was 17 and they gave him a bag of peanuts to say thanks.

“It’s…nice.” You smiled weakly.

“Yeah. You’ll get used to it. Just don’t go too far from me.” He said and put a protective hand on your back. You sat down at a booth and let all the tension from before melt away. After an hour, you got up.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get some more napkins.” You told him before heading to the bar.

“Hi.” A man spoke up the second you reached the bar.

“Hi.” You smiled tightly as him.

“I’m Dave. Let me buy you a drink.”

“I’m with someone, actually.” You said and pointed to Peter.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Dave asked.

“No.” You said flatly. “He’s my roommate.”

“So he won’t mind if I buy you a drink, will he?” He asked and leaned in closer to you.

“I guess not.” You shrugged. Dave was pretty handsome and a free drink was a free drink. He smiled at you before flagging down the bartender. Soon enough, he handed you a drink.

“Here you go, gorgeous.” He winked at you and handed you the glass.

“Thank you. Have a good night.” You smiled a little and turned to leave.

“Wait.” He gently took your arm. “Don’t you want to stay and talk?”

“I’m with my friend right now. I should really be getting back to him.”

“He’s fine. He’s talking to that girl.” Dave said as he pointed to Peter. You looked at Peter and frowned when you saw him talking to some girl.

“Whats the matter? I thought he wasn’t your boyfriend.” Dave chuckled awkwardly.

“He’s not.” You grumbled.

“Then he’s an idiot. Because you are absolutely beautiful. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I think he knows. He just doesn’t care.” You laughed sadly as you felt your eyes glaze over.

“Look, it’s kinda impossible to flirt in a bar without sounding like an asshole.” Dave sighed. “I promise I’m a nice guy. I’m a firefighter so this is the only place I really get to meet people.”

“Oh.” You pursed your lips. “Fireman. Wow.”

“Yeah. It’s great but it takes up all my time. I’m really bad at this. I’m sorry if I came off like an asshole.”

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “I’m just kinda in a thing with my roommate right now and I’m not looking for anything else.”

“I understand. It’s a shame though. He seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t realize how good he has it until it’s gone.”

“Yeah. Something like that.” You gave Dave an appreciative smile before going back over to Peter.

“Hey. Who was that?”

“I don’t know. Some fireman.” You grumbled as you sat down.

“Woah. Fireman?” Peter felt a twinge of jealousy. “Did you get his number?”

“No.” You said and looked at Peter like he was crazy.

“Why not? He seemed really into you. You should go get his number so you can see him again.” Peter suggested before taking a long sip of his drink.

“I don’t want his number, Peter.” You said like it was obvious. “Are you being serious right now?”

“What? What I’d say?”

“You’re seriously telling me to pursue another guy?” You scoffed and got up from the table.

“Yes?” He frowned. “Is that bad?”

You opened your mouth to scream at him but shut in it frustration. If he didn’t get it already, he never would.

“I’ll see you at home Peter.” You grabbed your purse and left the bar. Peter quickly ran out after you, but you were already gone.

“What the hell happened back there? Why’d you leave?” Peter asked as he walked into your apartment. You gave him a look and got off the couch.

“You’re not talking to me now?” He folded his arms. You continued to ignore him as you got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

“Can we please talk about this?” He whined. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“What don’t you understand?” You said finally. “How do you not get it?”

“Get what? What am I missing here?”

“I’m upset because I have no idea what you want. And neither do you! You keep playing games with me and it’s killing me.” You shouted, making the room fall silent.

“What are you talking about?” He wondered. “I don’t play games with you.”

“Yes you do. You let me get so close to you and then switch up on me. You have sex with me every night but won’t stay with me afterwards. You flirt with me all the time and then pull away when I flirt back. I mean, look at today! You took me out on a “date” this morning and then tried to convince me to hook up with some other guy. What am I supposed to think?”

“I don’t know.” Peter sighed. “I don’t know why I do that. I guess I’m still really traumatized from my last relationship.”

“That’s another thing. You never talk about your past. You don’t tell me anything about yourself from before you met me. It’s like you don’t even exist. What happened to you? How did your last girlfriend do that messed you up so badly?”

“She didn’t do anything. I just really loved her and had to say goodbye before I was ready.” Peter admitted. You had no idea, but he was talking about you.

“Who was she? You never even told me her name.” You calmed down a little and walked over to Peter.

“I can’t. I can’t talk about her with you.” Peter’s voice broke as he started to cry.

“Is she why you won’t be with me?”

“Yes.” He sniffled. “She is. I’m still in love with her.”

“Do you love me?” You asked quietly.

“I do. I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. Longer than you realize.”

“Then be with me.” You pleaded as you tugged on his shirt.

“I can’t.” He whimpered. “I’m so sorry. I just can’t.”

He pulled away from you, like he always did, and went into the kitchen.

“You don’t know what you want.” You said after a beat of silence. “And I’m getting so sick of you stringing me along while you try to figure it out.”

“I’m sorry. I really am. What can I do to make it better? I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go swing around the city for a few hours and give me some space.” You snapped.

“You…you know?”

“Yeah. I know. You think I can’t see the bruises on your face when you come into my bed every night? And you leave your suit hanging in your closet. Who do you think moves it every week when I hang your laundry up?”

“You got me there.” He mumbled.

“I’m tired of all the secrets Peter.” You sighed. “I’m tired of everything. I love you but if you can’t commit to me then I don’t think I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” He asked nervously.

“This.” You gestured to the room. “I can’t live with you and pretend I’m not in love with you. It’s too painful.”

“Do you want me to move on out?” He hesitantly offered.

“No. I want you to love me back.“ You cried. “But you don’t. Why can’t you just let me in?”

“Because the last time I let you in, you got hurt.”

“What?” This caught your attention. “What do you mean the last time you let me in?”

“You have been thrown off buildings, kidnapped, held hostage, beaten, kicked, and ridiculed all because you were “Spider-Man’s” girlfriend.” Peter said slowly as he kept his eyes on the ground.

“When have I ever been “Spider-Man’s” girlfriend?” You folded your arms. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can explain. Can we sit down somewhere and talk?” Peter asked desperately. “Like, really talk? I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

You gave Peter a strange look but followed him into his room. Two hours later, you were laying on his bed and absorbing everything he had told you. He shared it all. Falling in love, the spell going wrong, saying goodbye, and the last time you saw him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me back then?” You asked as you traced patterns on his chest. “You said you’d find me and tell me everything. Why did you change your mind?”

“I couldn’t do it.” He told you. “I couldn’t put you through all of that again. Without me in your life, you were safe. It killed me to walk away, but I knew I had to let you go.”

“Aw, Peter.” You smiled sadly. “Then what made you respond to my ad for a roommate?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “A few years had passed at that point. I figured we could at least be friends.”

“That didn’t last very long.” You smiled a little. “When did we start sleeping together? 2 weeks after you moved in?”

“3 weeks.” He playfully corrected you. “You’re lucky I lasted that long. When I first moved in, I had to fight the urge to cry every time I looked at you. I never stopped thinking about you. Even during the years we were apart. You were always at the forefront of my mind. I told myself that if you were meant to come back to me, you would.”

“And I did.” You smiled and rolled on top of him. Peter pulled you into a kiss and didn’t worry about how long it lasted. He let you be as close as you wanted because he wanted it even more.

“Is this okay?” You asked quietly. “Am I too close?”

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “Now that you know the truth, I don’t have to push you away. It hurt me every time I left your room at night. Especially since I knew it was hurting you.”

“Does this mean you’ll start sleeping in my bed?” A smiled tugged at your lips as you slipped your hand into his.

“It does.” He promised. “I’ll start doing all the things I wouldn’t before. Holding your hand, eating with you, taking you on dates. We’ll do it all.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ever wanted.” You sighed happily. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled at you before allowing himself to say the words he usually held back.

“I love you more.”

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