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itsanerdlife · 6 years

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What Once Was 1

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Unprotected Sex. Assumed Cheating. Drinking. Flash Backs to fights, breaking up, and cheating.

You live a good life with a man, Landon, who you think might ask that really big question while visiting your mom for the weekend. When you run into the boy from your childhood, the boy who stole your heart at eight and your innocence at sixteen; all grown up as a man. The train of your life comes off the tracks .Your boyfriend doesn’t propose, instead saying he wants a break, you end up in familiar arms. But is it the right man or was a crush at eight nothing more than school yard play spilling into your destructive teen years?

The sun warmed your skin, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your hair, grinning at the little families wandering around the streets and open area. You reach for Landon’s hand, lacing your fingers with his, your fingers curl up holding his hand. His fingers stay limp, trapped between your own, as he makes a face at the events going on around the two of you.

“What is this?” His lip curls as he looks around the festival you had begged him to join you for.

“A festival, it’s always fun.” You bounce on your toes, grinning up at him. You’d finally got him to agree to come to London with you, to visit your mother as you tried to do once a year, it wasn’t always easy, but you managed. Things with Landon weren’t always the best, but you thought it was time he met your mother after all it’s been four years and you had high hopes for this visit.

“Might as well be at one of those disgusting carnivals.” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew he was rolling them at you. You sigh, chewing your bottom lip.

“Could you have fun, please?” You peek up at him. Landon was born into money, getting groomed to take over his fathers multi-million dollar company, he didn’t like to do all the same things as you, but that’s how it’s supposed to be right? You can’t always see eye to eye. He wore pressed, grey dress slacks, a crisp blue button down, looking a little out of place with all the jeans, shorts and T-shirts around you.

“Here?” He snorts, looking at you over his, overpriced, designer sunglasses. “Not likely.” He grumbles looking away from you. You run a hand through your hair, giving up, you didn’t want to fight with him this was supposed to be fun. You spot the lemonade stand, you loved up just a few spots enthusiasm floods you, it was your favorite part of the festival since you were little.

“Whatever.” You shrug at Landon, who looks a little surprised you dropped it so easy. “I’m getting a lemonade.” You smirk at him.

“Really?” He snorts. You freeze in your tracks, licking your lips quickly. “All that processed sugar?” He eyes you as he steps in front of you. Your hands need something to do, you pull the bottom of your tank top down, securely over the waist of your jeans. You swallow hard, cursing yourself for not bringing the sweater in the car, but you’d been on a high, you felt good in your jeans and tank top.

“Fine.” You shrug, walking past him refusing to meet his eye.

He watched her fidget, adjusting the tank top she wore, insecurity flashed in her pretty eyes before it faded, bitter ringed her eyes as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. The dick bag that caused her insecurity doesn’t get the hint, he puts his arm around her, she almost cringes away clearly not over whatever it was he said to her. He saw the way she lite up seeing her favorite part of the festival, that ridiculous lemonade she justified buying because it was a once a year treat.

She wasn’t the 17 year old girl who left him behind, she was all grown up now. Her hair hung around her shoulders, she pushed her sunglasses back up ignoring whatever he was saying to her. Her jeans fit like a second skin, the way she had always worn them, her black tank top stood out against her tan skin, he could see the tan lines of her swim suit. She had always been a beach bum baby, he chuckles softly, somethings just never change.

“Is that, that’s Y/N.” Brandon jumps up, grinning.

They’d all been friends, partners in crime, literally at one point. Brandon had been Eggsy’s best friend for years, but not nearly as long as he knew Y/N, no that started back when they were eight years old and he was never the same after that day. “Oh, what trouble blew our way!” Brandon’s laugh echoes, catching Y/N’s attention. Her face lights up, pulling away from the overdressed prick she bounds over to Brandon, he wraps her up in a hug, pulling her up off her feet.

“Oh my god, Brandon.” She grins at him as he sets her down, taking her hand and spinning her around to a full look at her. Eggsy watches, taking in all the changes in her, the way she grins for the first time since he spotted at this festival.

“Long time, no see love.” Brandon chuckles, the prick stands near her like he was ready to break them apart, possessive much? Eggsy sneers in his own mind. Not that he had any room to judge, there were countless fights, scars and busted up faces that proved he didn’t fuck around when it came to her either.

“A lifetime.” She grins, she lifts her sunglasses, eyeing Brandon with a grin. He was a broad guy, with height to match, he made her look small and childlike. He shifts, folding his arms over his chest as he leans against the brick surrounding, half wall behind him. Her eyes snap to him, her mouth starts to curl up, she blinks at him surprised to see him. “Eggsy Unwin.” She smirks, shaking her head.

“Eggsy? The fuck type of name is that?” Pretty boy, fuck bag laughs. He doesn’t laugh, he’s howling.

“Landon.” She snaps at him. Oh, that temper, he smirks. She was a pistol, Eggsy could think of a few times she would lash out when they were growing up. She beat up Cali Jenson for making fun of his name when they were nine years old. Cali and Y/N became best friends after that, still were to this day from what he heard.

“Don’t tell me you’re friends with these, these thugs?” He scuffs, his hand gestures out towards Eggsy and his friends. This wasn’t the first time they’d been called thugs, hell Y/N was under that title at one point.

“Oh Christ.” She puts a hand over her face. She’d been down this road too many times to not know what was going to happen next.

“Watch yourself, Bruv.” He pushes off the half wall, his eyes slip from Y/N back to the dick bag in front of him.

“What are you going to do, mug me, thug?” He emphasizes the last word, a cocky smirk on his lips. One side of his mouth twitches up, Y/N shakes her head, Brandon’s hand out towards her elbow, ready. His fist clenches, following through slams into his nose, shoving his fancy sunglasses into his face, he stumbles back, holding his face.

“Fuck Eggs!” She pushes him in the shoulder. “Always trouble, huh?” She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. There wasn’t a trace of irritation or anger in her eyes as she turned back towards her boyfriend.

“I’m having him arrested!” The douche yells, pulling a phone from his pocket.

“Landon!” Y/N swats at his phone, pressed to his ear, he’s speaking to someone, assault.

“Shut up!” He snaps at her, her hands fall to her sides, the fight gone from her body. He didn’t think twice, he steps around Y/N and sucker punches him again, this time he hits the brick walk unconscious. She turns looking at him with wide eyes and open mouth. Fuck does this feel like we’re 16 again? He shrugs looking at her.

“If I’m going to jail, might as well be worth it.” He smirks.

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spideyydarling · 6 years

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Talk Me to Sleep

Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 728

Inspired by: Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran (listened to his + album when writing)

A/N: before I say anything I just need to give credit and say that @petrparkered is an angel, she helped me so much with this and contributed in this to make it 1000000x better, she’s a literally GOD. Anyway, this is my second fic I’ve posted, hopefully, you like it :))) I'm not too happy with the ending but yeah!!

The only thing you wanted right now was rest. Pushed forward by the sheer stubbornness and your desperate need not to fail something as ridiculously stupid as a history test, you kept studying. Hours, at this point, felt like centuries, and those dragged out into something nearly infinite.

Maybe because of the dull headache, pulsing in your temples, or the impossible amounts of information to memorize, you felt so close to just giving up.

No. Not today. There was no way for this subject that everyone - except you, of course - considered to be one of the easiest, to break you. But it's been a long day, and you were dying for a break, just a brief moment to relax.

A soft knock came from the door. Only by the rhythm of it, you instantly knew who it was.

Peter.

“Don't bother, I'm already dead,” you groaned. You heard the familiar, light laugh muffled by the sound of the door opening

“y/n, I did promise you I would be here. Honestly, I can’t believe you’ve been in the exact same position since this morning,” Peter inquired, “You didn’t eat the food I left out for you, have you even eaten anything?”

Your body was slumped lazily over the desk, your head an anchor, boring into the pages of the textbook.

“Hey,” strong, yet gentle, his hands rested reassuringly against your lower back and thigh. Peter was crouched down next to you, examining your facial expression up close. “Hey, look at me, y/n.”

You didn’t want to move or do near to anything, but it was Peter. Besides, there were much worse things to open your eyes to. Hesitantly, you gave in and looked at him. It was a blur at first, your eyes rebelling against you, but then your vision focused, the picture becoming perfectly clear. You saw him.

The warm cocoa of his iris, the full moon’s light from an open window above tinted his skin a star-like silver, the shadows creating a striking contrast between his skin and the darkness around you. Chocolatey curls framed the edges of his face.

You lost yourself whilst exploring his features, his loving gaze easing your stressed mind. “C’mon, I’ll help you get into bed,” Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and got you standing. After placing you down on the bed, he pulled out a clean shirt and pajama shorts for you. You managed to re-dress yourself (Peter was definitely blushing, even though he was turned the other way around. You just knew) while he cleaned up the desk, closing the textbooks and shoving all the highlighters back into the loaded pencil case. Seeing that you were dressed he switched off the lamp on the bedside table.

Peter proceeded in helping you into bed, pulling back the covers and fixing the pillow at a comfortable angle. You lie down on your side as the blanket was placed, surrounding your tired body.

“Goodnight,” whispering, stroking your hair, he leaned down and gave you a light kiss on your forehead. You knew that he was about to leave, but you so desperately wanted anything other than him in that moment, so before he could escape, with a weary hand you tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Lie down with me,” you ordered him. Peter took hold of your outstretched hand, fiddling with your fingers. “Please, Peter?”

“Scooch over then,” he dropped your hand and sat on the edge of the bed, unlacing his sneakers while you rolled to the other side of the bed.

Peter joined you underneath the covers, lying on his side facing you, and you facing him.

The both of you were silent and had your eyes closed.

“Peter,”

“Hmm?”

“Talk me to sleep?”

“What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything, just, I don’t know, tell me about your day,”

Peter started telling you about his day, how he went to a Star Wars exhibition with Ned; he spoke with such a happiness about it that you couldn't help but smile.

Pulling the blanket closer around your neck, you started to doze off.

Peters presence next to you and his voice comforting you as you fell into a slumber.

The last thing you remembered was Peter's chapped lips against your hand, then his voice, repeating, “I love you, y/n.”

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angelsofseoul · 6 years

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Whenever you get this you have to say five (5) things you like about yourself, publicly. then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) :) 💖💖

oh dear leanne why do you do this to me??? but thank you I'm one of your favorite followers what?? :,)

1. *shit this is harder than i thought it was gonna be* um, i love my eyes in the sunlight?? they look golden brown in direct sunlight and you can see these cute little specks of dark brown in my irises.

2. my hair, when i had all of it (half my head is shaved) it was so long and thick and straight ugh its beautiful i wanna grow it out.

3. my ability to make people laugh, which is mostly due to the fact that I'm an awkward asshole, but if it makes people laugh whats the big deal ??

4. my overbearing positivity which sucks for me too because on the inside I'm like “i want to literally kill myself why haven't i jumped off a building yet”

5. my amazing reading skill and ability to retain information I've read for as long as i want. I'm working on my “mind palace’ CURRENtly and i have to say, its working pretty great my dudes

so i tag

@africanqueen2002 @ineedanewbackpack @ladysnowren @mystichart

and leanne if she hadn't already done it (I'm sorry I'm a loser i have no friends)

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my-imagines-moonlight53 · 7 years

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But I Love You

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)

really hope you liked the request

tags: @parkerbpete @rosaetum @ladysnowren @lunastarwatcher

word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)

“You sure you're not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.

“No, I'm fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn't even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.

“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.

Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.

“Are you sure you don't want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.

“No, don't think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.

Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn't he wasn't sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He's seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.

You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.

“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That's what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.

“I'd do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.

It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what's worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.

“(y/n), there's something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.

You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.

“I-”

“Peter Parker we are ready for you downstairs,” the nurse knocked as she let herself in.

Peter quickly shut his mouth, already feeling his face heat up with embarrassment and anxiety that made him squeeze your hand, as his jaw becoming stiff. You cupped his hand, pulling him from overworking mind, his chocolate eyes locked with yours, seeing that they were starting to relax, his breath starting to become more even.

“You're going to be fine Peter, I'll be here the whole way,” giving him the smile that never fails to make him weak.

Peter bites his lip feeling slightly better; he squeezes your hand offering his own smile in return before turning to the nurse, “is it ok if she comes with me?”

The nurse smiled, “yes, as long as she follows instructions, your aunt is still going to be waiting outside, so if you need to, you can also step outside,” referring that last part towards you.

“Thank you,” both yours and Peter's mood lifting.

“So I'm just here to give Peter his administration of a general anesthesia before the we take him that way it starts taking affect when they start with everything downstairs,” as she went with the medication administration process and possible side effects.

You followed them as they took him to a new room, starting to see the medication take effect as he started to relax, a soft smile forming, as the medic team worked around him.

“Is this supposed to happen?” not knowing what to expect.

“yes, we gave him something a bit strong, since they may have to realign his broken arm a few times till they get it right,” the doctor explained, “however we are going to ask to step outside while we take the x rays alright?” as they started the first set of x rays.

You nodded, easily being able to remove your hand from his holds, but didn't notice the way his hand followed yours, Peter not wanting to be away from you.

A few moments later you were called back in after the x-rays were done. The moment you walked in Peter's eyes looked glazed over, a goofy smile on his face. However you were more distracted by the white plaster that was being mixed, while the nurse was starting to stabilize his arm.

“Hey Peter,” sitting on the bedside chair, as they explained that they were able to align his arm perfectly in the first try.

“Doctor have you met my girlfriend?” his voice slightly slurred but still had the typical enthusiasm that you have grown to love.

Girlfriend? You were sure that he's never mentioned a girlfriend before to you before. You seriously thought about texting Ned to ask him if Peter was keeping secrets from you, especially when Ned knew your feelings toward Peter.

“No I don't think I have Peter?” he smiled as he starting applying the cast, while the nurse kept his arm stable.

“Well she's right here, isn't she beautiful. Most beautiful girl in all Middletown…all Queens,” his smile lighting up the whole room as he looked over at you, “and she's mine!” dragging out that last part in almost a sing song way.

Your face instantly heated up, eyes wide that you were pretty sure that you looked like a deer in front of a headlight look. You his girlfriend? You beautiful?

“Peter I'm not your girlfriend,” your face feeling like it was burning up, not being able to look Peter in the eye, but couldn't help but hold his hand.

“Are you sure we aren't dating?” his eyes now focused on your hands, “I mean we hold hands all the time, you sleep over at my home, you braid my hair! I think we’re dating.”

“No you've never asked me out,” trying to keep your composure.

“Ok, (Y/N) will you go out with me?!” his voice getting louder with each word, “I promise to make you so happy, you won't regret it!”

“I don't think so Peter,” your heart now hammering against your chest, even though you’ve imagined him saying those words countless times, nothing could really prepare you to actually hear them, even if he wasn’t fully himself.

“But why not?” his face reminding you of a child who was refused his favorite toy, “I love you (Y/N), don't you love me?” his voice coming out low.

You could hear the soft chuckles of the med staff, finding this moment amusing, not helping with the embarrassment that you were feeling, “Peter, pretty sure putting her in the spot isn't going to win her love,” his nurse stated.

“But you don't get it, I love her sooooo much! She is so beautiful, and kind, and amazing. When she holds my hand, I never want to let go, and she's so beautiful. I sometimes imagine calling her (Y/N) Parker, but that's not till after we graduate college,” his words coming at high speeds that you almost wondered if you heard everything correctly. “And when she's in my room, she may not know it but I take pictures of her all the time. And when she smiles it's just wow, her laugh is just whoa, (Y/N) is just something else. ”

Your face felt like it was on fire but try as you couldn't help but smile at what Peter was saying to you. You knew that Peter may not mean the things that he was currently saying, but still it was nice to hear them. You couldn’t help to wish that he really meant it.

“Hey (Y/N),” his hand shaking yours, you looked over at Peter hoping that he wouldn’t notice how flustered he was making you, “I love you soooo much! I would make you so happy if you gave me a chance.”

You smiled because you knew that he was saying the truth. One of the reasons that you fell so hard for Peter was because he was everything you wanted in someone: patient, kind, understanding, and so many qualities that you weren’t even sure that you could list off. Falling in love with Peter was as easy as breathing, and right now, this felt even easier than that.

“I know you would,” softly smiling at Peter, seeing the pink tint to Peter’s face glad that you weren’t the only one feeling flustered, “but we aren’t dating right now.”

“Well we can change that (Y/N), just date me” his voice getting louder with each passing word, “make me the happiest guy in all new York (Y/N)!”

You sighed, “Ok Peter I’ll date you,” knowing that there was no harm in playing along, it’s not like he would remember this later, right?

Instantly his eyes lit up, a large grin forming on his face, “she said yes! Doctor she said yes, I'm dating (Y/N)! My dream came true,” the doctor wrapping his cast in red and blue, as he cheered on and so did the nurses, “see even they are happy for us!”

Your heart was hammering against your chest, at the way he felt so happy on asking you out. The last thing that you expected was for him to bring your intertwined hands and kiss the back of your hand, “I love you so much (Y/N)!” you couldn’t help but smile at him, “gosh I love your smile so much, I wish I could take a picture of it right now.”

You were lost for words, how do you even respond to that. You weren’t sure if the right thing to do was to play along, or correct him.

“So we are going to keep him here for a while longer, till the effects wear off a bit,” the doctor explained, “I'm just going to step outside and explain the care and follow up appointment to his aunt,” as he stepped outside to find aunt may.

“Babe?” bringing back your attention to Peter, “do you not love me?”

“Peter, of course I do!” not wanting to see him upset like earlier, “why wouldn’t I love you?”

“Then why don’t you say it? Did I do something wrong?”

You really were stuck. Of course you loved Peter, but you honestly meant your feelings, unlike Peter, because for all you knew this could be a somewhat delusion from what they administered to him. However this could be the only time that you could freely admit your feelings to him, without any consequences of ruining your friendship.

“No Peter, I truly am in love with you, have been for a while. But I don’t think you are going to remember this when your back to normal, but yes I love you dearly,” you leaned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I wouldn’t I remember my dream girl saying she loves me,” he said with a saddened face.

“I love you so much Peter, but you aren’t going to remember this later,” you explained.

“Can I see your phone?” his demeanor constantly changing.

You were surprised, just a moment ago he was a sad small child now; you could literally see the small gears in his mind working. He had a plan and you weren’t sure what he could be thinking in his state of mind. “Yea,” pulling out from your back pocket and unlocking it for Peter.

He let go of your hand to hold the phone, as a small smirk formed on his face, “are you sure we weren’t dating before this?” tilting the phone in your direction to let you see a picture of Peter of your and Peter showing eating a giant slice of New York style pizza. You were embarrassed, that you instinctively went to reach for your phone, but even in this state, his reflexes were better than yours. “Hey I'm not done yet,” he said as he started scrolling through your phone, and opening the camera app.

You were a bit confused, if he wanted to take a selfie, he could have told you and you could have taken it instead. However Peter switched from camera to record, seeing the small red circle at the corner as the timer started.

“Is this thing recording?” his eyes squinting, and instantly opening wide when he realized that he was, “ok future Peter, or present Peter? I honestly don’t know which one you will be, but that’s beside the point. So I am here to tell you that you need to man up and ask (Y/N) out, I mean just look at her,” switching the camera to you, making you instantly cover up your face, “I mean she just said that she loves us, well me…us? I'm getting sidetracked, but yes ask her out! She’s prefect, also I mentioned the photo album we have of her, so make sure you deny it exists! Also she gave me a kiss, take that future Peter!” his mood changing as fast as he was talking.

You let out a laugh, he really was something else, “see even her laugh is beautiful, you have to promise me that you will do anything possible to make her laugh,” his eyes meeting yours, “seriously Peter we need to make her ours! Also we need more pictures of her smiling,” failing to whisper that last part to himself, “(Y/N) if you are watching this with future me, I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH! I would blow you a kiss with my other hand, but it’s sort of broken?” but still attempted to give the camera a kiss, “and if Peter says that he was lying about our feelings for you, he is lying. Bad Peter! You should see our notebooks, your name is written all along the margins, it’s embarrassing if you ever see them, but you won't, so it doesn’t matter,” earning him another of your laughs, “I'm sorry future me, I wasn’t supposed to tell her”

You laughed even more, “Ok (Y/N) you have to promise me that you will forget that last part?”

“Forget what?” Already playing along to his request.

“Forget that I write your name all over my notebooks and have photos of you everywhere,” he said with a warm smile.

You nodded and leaned in to press a kiss on Peter’s forehead, making sure to comb through his chocolate curls, bringing back Peter’s bright smile on his face, almost reminding you of a puppy.

“Take that future me! She kissed me! Twice!” as he pointed at the camera at himself, knowing that he was going to be so red in the face when he sees the video later.

“I could kiss future Peter too,” wondering what sort of reaction you would get.

“No! I mean yes, no! Is it possible to be jealous of myself? Because I feel jealous,” he said, forgetting that he was recording, “but you will kiss me later again right?”

“Only if you ask me out Peter!”

“But I asked you out just a few minutes ago,” momentarily dropping the phone, “you're my girlfriend, and I am the luckiest boyfriend in all of Queens! Plus that’s the point of this video, show it to me when I'm ‘normal’, even though I feel completely fine right now,” as he reached for your hand. “Promise me you'll show me the video, maybe then I’ll find the courage to ask you out,” he stated.

“You really do love me Peter?” part of you still doubting him.

“Of course I do! I love you so much (Y/N), I love you! I love you, and if my arm wasn’t like this, I would pull you and kiss you soooo much!”

“You’re going to be so embarrassed when I show this to you later,” you said reaching for your phone to end his recording.

“No I won't! I still can't believe you doubt my love!” reaching for your hand.

“Well see later, lover boy.” Kissing his head once more.

“Take that future Peter! Also…sign my cast! Can't wait till I ask you out again later!”

so yea second peter work done. hopefully the person that requested this liked how it turned out, no way of knowing since it was an anon. also for those asking i will continue Inked, however with the way I’ve planned it dont think its going to be so happy. really just trying to get the hang of his character, hopefully i’m doing him justice

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almightyhollands · 7 years

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Don’t

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: NSFW prompt 12??? please bahahahha xx

A/N: technically i have a lot of requests that should have taken precedence over this but this took precedence in my heart

#12: I know this is a bad time, but I think I love you.

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

It had been a running joke in between you and Tom since the first moment you had met. It was a sentence exchanged between the two of you in almost every conversation, so it should have only made sense that the first time you slept together, Tom had pressed his lips sloppily against your collarbone and whispered, “Don’t fall in love with me, (Y/N/N).” Which had made you giggle and shake your head, pulling his face up to your own before pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss.

That night had led Tom and your relationship to an interesting fork in the road. Whether or not the two of you should continue along with your completely platonic friendship, or to wander down that dark and winding path that was a romantic relationship. It turns out that there had been a third path that was directly in the center of the two, and that path was the easiest of all three. You and Tom stayed friends; in fact, the two of you had become even closer. But behind closed doors, Tom wasn’t your friend. Tom was just a man who had managed to handle your body in a way that it hadn’t been before, a way that you never wanted to stop experiencing. So you didn’t; you continued along with your friendship, acting the same in public only for your best friend to ravish you when the two of you were alone.

And the only rule that the two of you had set for yourselves had been undoubtedly broken by Tom himself. “Don’t fall in love with me.” It had seemed like such a simple rule at the time; Tom definitely couldn’t see himself falling in love with you, you were his best friend.

But here he found himself, screening your calls to avoid seeing you, though he knew you were stubborn enough that you would eventually find yourself in front of his door, knocking incessantly and eventually walking in without invitation. Which is how he found you in his kitchen after ignoring you for only six hours. “Hey there, movie star. D’you think you could just ignore me forever?” Your sunglasses are perched atop your head so that the can see the hard glare you’re giving him, and he sighs.

“Don’t call me that.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He stays silent, turning away from you to pull a glass of from the cupboard before filling it with ice and water. “Thomas.” You say sternly, and he turns to look at you. Studying your face, Tom ignores the fluttering of his heart as you stare at him with concern obvious in your eyes. Walking towards you, he sets the glass on the island behind you before wrapping his arms and pulling you close to him, looking down at you only briefly before catching your lips in a heated kiss. You hum and grip his shoulders in surprise, pulling back only slightly and looking into his eyes.

“I just want to be with you right now. I have a lot of frustration built up right now and I–”

“Hey, hey. You don’t need to explain anything to me, you know that.” You say softly, and he nods. Pressing his lips against yours, you swing your arms to wrap around his neck, your hand brushing his glass of water and knocking it to the ground. Miraculously, the glass doesn’t break, but the water all over the floor is distracting as Tom’s lips work against yours. “Tom.”

“Leave it.” He breathes, his lips attaching to your neck and trailing down to your collarbones. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he quickly lifted you off your feet and set you on the cool marble of his kitchen counter before tugging on the hem of your t-shirt, indicating that he wanted it off. You break away from him to pull your shirt off, allowing him to do the same to his before your lips are pressed together again. He fumbles with the button on your jeans and you lift your hips as he pulls them down, along with your panties, and you shiver at the cold marble pressing against your hot skin. His lips follow an invisible trail down your torso before he’s pressing teasing kisses on the tops of your thighs. Spreading your legs instinctively, Tom chuckles and presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, dragging them sloppily closer to where your hand had already rest itself, your fingers pressing into your clit as you let out a loud moan, the sound echoing off the walls of Tom’s kitchen. He grins cheekily, pushing your hand away before attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

Gasping at the sudden stimulation, your hips lift from the counter and your hand winds itself in Tom’s curly hair, tugging slightly. He hums at the pull and you cry out, a gasp leaving your lips as his fingers tease your entrance. He pushes his middle finger in slowly and pumps a few times before curling it towards himself, hitting a spot you never seemed to be able to hit yourself.

“Oh, shit.” You breath as Tom’s other hand comes up to your chest, groping at one of your breasts. He pulls off of you with pop and continues the movements of his hand, staring down at you with adoration.

“Think you can handle one more?” You let out a breathy chuckle.

“I think we both know I can.” He chuckles, shaking his head before adding another finger to his ministrations, and you groan. “So fucking good.” You assure him, your head thrown back with eyes shut tight, and he smiles. “Tom, I need you, please.” You beg, and he bites his lip, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sticking them in his mouth, smirking at your blushing cheeks. He pushes his sweatpants down his leg and tugs at himself twice to ensure he was ready. Running his tip along your slit, you groan and buck your hips.

“You good?” He asks, and you nod vehemently.

“I’m good, I’m good. Please fuck me.“ Tom chuckles at your eager attitude and aligns himself before pushing his hips forward, both of your mouths falling open.

“Oh, fuck.” He whispers, one of his hands intertwining his fingers with yours. He starts slowly, causing you to groan loudly.

“Tom.” You say firmly, and he nods, stilling inside you for just a moment before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. One of your legs wraps itself around his hips and his hand finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles. Still worked up from his fingers, you feel yourself being overcome with your orgasm. You grip Tom’s wrist and open your mouth to scream but not finding the sound.

Your brain is fuzzy with pleasure as Tom continues, pushing you through your orgasm as he chases his own. Your own orgasm brings Tom close to his, and in his pre-climax haze, Tom’s mouth falls open with the words that had been floating around in his brain for weeks.

“I know this is a bad time, but I think I love you.” He reveals, and before either of you have time to question his words, he’s coming, his head thrown back as he squinted his eyes, his mouth forming a perfect O. He stands still for a moment, bracing himself on the counter while he found his footing before pushing himself off and wetting a washcloth, the two of you silent as wiped you down. He walks out of the kitchen to throw the washcloth in his hamper and you sit up, the marble no longer cold as you sat on the edge of the counter.

You were surprised, certainly, but definitely not upset. There was no denying that you had feelings for Tom; you had since the first kiss the two of you had shared. But Tom had been the one to decide that he didn’t want a relationship, and you had followed along in order to preserve your friendship. The news that the man you had been infatuated with since you had met him was in love with you had sent euphoric chills to your very core.

You sit and wait for Tom to return to the kitchen and when he doesn’t, you pull on your panties and his tee shirt before padding down the hallway to his bedroom.

When you walk in, he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with a new pair of boxers on and his hands over his eyes.

“Tom?” You break the silence, and he stands.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” You said, shifting awkwardly under his glance.

“I thought you were going to leave.” He says, and you scoff.

“It’s like you don’t even know me.” He chuckles, nodding. You walk closer to him before cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed. I’ve had feelings for you since the first night we ever spent together.” You laugh, and he smiles softly, catching your lips in his.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He teases when he pulls away, and you chuckle, resting your forehead against his.

“Too late.”

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jeagerism · 7 years

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Happy (s.h.)

For @ladysnowren enjoy!

Her laugh could lift anyone's spirit.

Sam watched her, eyes wide with adoration, trained on her as she squealed at the scene playing out in front of her on the television.

"Pay attention!", she giggled, hand socking him gently in the shoulder. "This is the best part." Sam never really preffered these types of movies, the ones with perfect happily ever after's.

But she loved them.

And he would do anything to make her happy.

He reached forwards, arms wrapping around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her nose, he smiled.

"Love you."

"I love you too, you dork."

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soulspideys · 7 years

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drops of jupiter - sam holland

summary: sam holland’s girlfriend returns from traveling the world with tom, harry, and harrison, but she’s not the same. sam cannot help but worry that she has risen above him.

notes: y’all have my ap lang and comp teacher to thank for this, we analyzed this song in class and i was instantly like !!!!! sam!!!!! so yeah hope you enjoy xo this is lowkey really bad but oh well

word count: 1k

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He couldn’t help but worry. His mother always did call him naturally anxious. He was happy for her, he truly was -- whatever made her happy was fine by him; maybe that was the problem.

She was gone for so long. She understood that he wanted to stay home and finish school; and he understood that she wanted to see the world, and his brothers offered her that opportunity.

And now she was home, and she was different. Not just different -- new. And he loved her even more than he had before. She walked differently, she talked differently; she loved him differently.

She was otherworldly; ethereal, hovering slightly above everyone else. She had been touched on her travels, and now she touched everyone. But he wasn’t entirely sure if she could bear to stay with a mortal like him.

He attempted to inquire about her travels; her eyes glazed over and she spoke of the people she met, of the experiences she had shared with his brothers. He felt infinities away from her then.

But it wasn’t all wisdom and wonder. She was more cynical now, lower expectations. She had seen things that he couldn’t imagine. He wondered if she found him and his lifestyles small and a bit silly now. He knew that he did.

Then there were his brothers. Tom and Harry came home clamoring how wonderful she is, how lucky he is, how jealous they are. How he should be careful she doesn’t get away in case they snag her.

“I know,” he repeated endlessly in a small voice. “I know.”

He asked her on a date after she had been home for a week and a bit. She looked at him in confusion before explaining that they were at a point where he needn’t ask. Embarrassed, he told her to forget it. She returned to her book, brushing her hair behind her ear. His heart thudded uncomfortably, missing the days when he asked her on a date and she enthusiastically threw her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

She was centuries older than he was now.

As one does, his mind ran away from him. He thought of all the people she had met, how she showed him pictures of friends she had made. He lay awake at night, staring at the wall. What if she no longer loved him? What if she was so puzzled because she thought they were no longer together? Had she met someone?

One day he could stand it no longer. She was sat outside, leafing through a book with another open beside her, notebook open upon her lap, pencil behind her ear. It was as though she had learned all the street smarts she could and now was trying to learn everything written.

He sat down, his back against the tree, unable to look her in the face. She continued her rifling, and he cleared his throat.

“Hello, Sam.”

“I’m still in love with you.”

The shuffling stopped. She was waiting for him to continue. He spared a quick glance; she was looking straight ahead, her head tipped to the side a little bit.

“I want to hear you say you love me too. That you still love me. Or that you don’t. I need to hear if you...” He sighed shakily. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you, Sam. You’re not Harry. You’re not Harrison. You’re definitely not Tom.”

His heart clenched at that. Yet another girl telling him you’re not Tom. Just his luck. He was so in love with her, but she obviously preferred his brother. He ran a hand up, over his face, rubbed his eyes with the heel, and sifted through his tangled hair with his fingers.

“So you found yourself, then,” he murmured, gripping the fabric bunched at his knees. “Just as you wanted. I-I’m happy for you, y/n. I really am. And now you know... you don’t need me.”

He began to get to his feet, ready to go lay down and not get back up, but then she was standing. She moved so quickly it startled him; ever since she had returned she had been nothing but grace, gentle as a flower dipping in the wind. But now she was all sharp edges, the thorns on a rose.

“I am so in love with you, Sam Holland,” she hissed, and to his shock there were tears in her eyes. “I love you so much I’m afraid it will be the death of me. Can’t you see? You deserve someone -- someone -- urgh!” She stomped her foot, at a loss for words.

It was bizarre. Sam felt as though she had reverted to a version of herself ten months prior -- rash, emotional, sensory. Constantly overloaded with perceptions.

“You deserve someone not me!” she finally blurted, her eyes glistening with frustration. “I saw so many people, so many couples, Sam. All of them were so perfect, and I missed you so much but you must understand by now, I don’t deserve to be with someone like -- someone as wonderful as you. Sam Holland, I am in love with you, and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was push myself away.”

He was speechless. She wiped her eyes, stomping her foot in frustration. Then he stepped forward, clutching her in his arms, holding her close to his chest. She was stiff, barely breathing. Then she began to shake with sobs, loosening herself and melting into his embrace. She clutched his shirt, her breathing labored and intense.

“I love you,” he whispered over and over into her hair. “I love you so much.”

That night, they fell asleep on the couch together. When he woke up, she was still in a deep slumber. Early morning sunlight filtered through the window onto her face and hair. She had always had an otherworldly beauty, but the golden light seemed to decorate her face and hair with drops of jupiter.

He told her this when she woke up. She smiled, leaning close and kissing several of his freckles tenderly.

“Then it is an honor to share a similarity to you, Sam Holland.”

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greatpretending · 7 years

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Tea (Peter) VS Coffee (Reader)... The ultimate debate (I would totally have this branch into more arguments like pie vs cake and such)

(x)

Thank you! :)

#ladysnowren #Q got a Q

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itsanerdlife · 6 years

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What Once Was 3

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Unprotected Sex. Assumed Cheating. Drinking. Flash Backs to fights, breaking up, and cheating.

Roxy sat on the seating sofa with him, his hand on a pillow in her lap, a gel ice pack on his knuckles. Roxy has her hair tied up on top of her head, her feet tucked underneath herself as she kept the pack pressed to his knuckles. She was his best friend, well one that was apart of both sides of his life, Roxy worked Kingsman with him, but she also ran around with him and Brandon.

“She’s got a good life now, Rox.” He sighs, he was slouched into the couch, his legs kicked out in front of him, his head on the back cushion. Rox looks from his hand on the pillow to his face.

“How do you know?” She tips her head watching him.

“She’s got a traveler’s blog. She’s working on a book.” He sighs, Merlin had sent everything he could find out about her to him after he returned from jail.

“Does that mean she’s happy?” Roxy’s head stays tipped as she assesses him.

“He was all cleaned up. He’s family money, I’m, I’m just.” Eggsy grumbles, trailing off a sour taste in his mouth.

“You’re an international spy, Eggs. You save the world, take care of your mum and Daisy. You’re a damn good man.” She replies, shrugging as she looks back down at his hand.

“What am I supposed to do?” He sighs, Roxy’s phone dings, she lifts it smirking.

“Well his passport just pinged for one seat back to the US. Maybe you should see about saying hi.” She looks over at him a smirk turning into a grin.

You turn to the side looking in your mirror, you wore just a T-shirt and underwear. You run a hand over your stomach, than placing a hand on your thigh. You chewed the inside of your cheek, you pause listening something catching your attention, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

‘ping’ ‘thump’

You whirl around looking at your bedroom window. Another ping and your heart slams into your chest, that was a noise you hadn’t heard since you were 17. You hurry over to your window, pushing the curtain back, you see movement in the tree just outside your bedroom window. You shove open the window, leaning on the frame your head out the window.

“Eggsy?” You hiss. He sat smug looking, carefree as a kid, in the tree his legs on either side of large branch. A fucking flashback to growing up geez.

“Come down.” He grins.

“What are you doing?” You hiss, looking around, before you settle your gaze on him.

“The question is what are you doing?” He smirks, you look from him and down, you realize your window sat lower than you remembered. It sat at your thighs, giving Eggsy a full view of your T-shirt and underwear. Your hand snatches the curtain pulling it in front of you to block his view.

“Perv.” You squint at him.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He gives you a cheeky grin.

“Go away.” You roll your eyes.

“Come down.” He repeats with the same grin.

“What, no.” You shake your head.

“You know you want too.” His grin widens, as he starts to climb back down. You sigh straightening up inside your room again, you shut the window.

“God Damn It.” You mutter wiggling into a pair of jeans, you let your hair down and step into your sneakers. Those five little words, it was like selling your soul to the devil every damn time he whispered them.

For some reason you find yourself checking your hair in the hall mirror before you open the door. Eggsy is leaning on the porch railing, his ankles crossed his hands on the railing a smirk on his lips, you really wanted to hate him.

“What are you doing?” You ask, leaning on the frame, not coming out of the house, staying between the door frame.

“When was the last time you were a little reckless, like we used too?” He nods his head towards the driveway, your eyes slip over a sports car parked in your drive.

“Is that stolen?” You look at him, trying to not smile. He grins, lifting one hand he shows you the keys.

“Registration is in the glove box.” He grins. You sigh, shaking your head. You knew this was a bad idea, this was not something you should agree too. You should tell him no, go inside and call Landon, you press your lips together. As if he knew you were fighting yourself.

“Come on. You know you want too.” He grins, five little words and your will starts to waver.

“Eggs.” You groan, hating those five words. He pushes off the railing, his hands on the door frame, blocking you in between him and the half closed door behind you. Your heart speeds up, pressing your lips together trying to ignore the giddy feeling of being so close to him again.

“When I have I ever let you come to harm Y/N?” He leans in close to your ear, your heart slams into your chest, your eyes sinking closed as you know what he was going to say next. “You know you want too.” His lips brush your loose hair, your body erupts in goose bumps. Those fucking five words, break down any fight you had.

“Okay.” You blink wide eyes, surprised by your own whispered agreement. You reach inside grabbing your black jacket, you pull the door closed behind you. Eggsy walks you to the passenger side of the car parked, waiting. You hear the front door open as the car door opens, your mother looks nervous.

“Y/N?” She calls, her eyes widening when they land on Eggsy.

“Mom, Eggsy Unwin is nothing but trouble!” You laugh as Eggsy closes the door walking around to the drive side, he nods to your mother.

“Eggsy! Y/N!” She stands on the steps of the porch.

“Have a good night Ma’am.” He smirks at her, getting in the car with you. It starts, and he peels out, but not before you hear your mother.

“Damn it, Unwin!” He winks at you as he takes off down your street.

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parkersenses · 7 years

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Can’t Help Falling in Love

Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes (could you make a peter Parker x reader, using the song "Can't Help Falling In Love With You, this is before she knows he's spider man.) Genre: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Violence and Injuries A/N: Thank you to @ladysnowren for giving me the ideas for this fic! A/N #2: Reader uses female pronouns

You had been by Peter’s side for as long as he could remember. You were there when the two of you were young enough to run around the playground together, you were there when he lost his last tooth, you were there when the both of you graduated elementary school together, then middle school, and you were there when he was scared to enter high school, scared right along with him.

You were there when his parents died. You were there when he moved in with May. You were there to hold him as he cried, and you were there to lull him to sleep when the exhaustion creeped in.

Peter wasn’t sure how he would have made it this far in life without you. You made his days better, the weight on his shoulders lighter. You helped him gain his strength back, helped him find a way to live in a world that seemed so dark all the time.

Somewhere along the way, he couldn’t have helped falling in love with you. It just happened. He should have seen it coming, if he was honest. He always admired you, adored you. He didn’t know when it happened, or when he realized it, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to tell you.

So he planned a way to ask you to Homecoming. Or, he was trying to.

“Dude, why don’t you just ask her?” Ned said from next to him as they sat on the bus, on their way to the field trip to the Oscorp building. Peter was excited when he heard about the trip, but now, all he could think about was how he was going to ask you to Homecoming.

You were home sick for the day, and although he didn’t have to worry about you overhearing his plans, he was worried about you. You only got sick a handful of times during the year, and they were always small colds or low fevers, but he wasn’t used to you being sick for days on end, stuck in bed and barely able to move.

When Peter opened his phone to text you, and to check on you, he opened his mouth to respond to Ned. Before he could do either, the bus stopped and a teacher yelled for them all to pack their belongings up. Peter sighed, annoyed he couldn't text you, and then shoved his phone back in his pocket.

The students filed off the bus, and the field trip began as they entered the Oscorp building. Peter could feel his excitement build up again, and he could tell Ned was feeling it as well.

Throughout the day, they made it through each wing. They reached another one now, and Peter eagerly darted his eyes everywhere, just as he was doing to the previous wings. You would have loved this.

“And here,” the tour guide stopped, motioning to a tall glass structure. The lights were dimmed in this area, hiding most light from reaching inside the structure. Instead, there were small dots inside, glowing purple. “Are the spiders our group of scientists have been experimenting with.”

Peter stared at them, fascinated. He wondered what the scientists did to them to make them glow so brightly, and he yearned to ask. While some of his classmates kept their distance from the structure, not quite liking the ominous look of the arachnids, Peter edged as close as he could.

He remained in his own world, circling the case to take a look at how many spiders were truly in there. He analyzed each one, not noticing even a slight difference in any of them. He looked towards the top of the structure, seeing most of them gathered there.

“Ned,” Peter breathed out, the fascination clear in his voice. He looked to his side to grin at his best friend, but was greeted with empty space. He looked around, noticing his classmates had disappeared along with the teachers and tour guide.

He groaned quietly and looked around frantically, trying to find where his group went. He abandoned the spider structure, quite reluctantly, and followed the direction the group had been heading after taking one last look at the many dots.

And as Peter walked quickly, trying to find his group, he didn’t notice the glowing purple spider on his arm.

Homecoming had passed, and Peter never asked you.

He had been too afraid of the consequences, too afraid of what would happen if he pursued something with you now. Now that he had powers. Now that he had enemies, who could easily track you down if they tried hard enough. Now that you could be hurt because of him, or worse.

He didn’t know how it happened, (he assumed the field trip at Oscorp, somehow), but he was almost a superhuman. He could climb walls, he could lift things that no normal person could lift, and he could heal abnormally quickly.

And he kept it a secret. He couldn’t let anyone know. It could put them in danger.

And then Tony Stark showed up at his apartment, a few months after it happened, and suddenly all the Avengers knew who he was. And then a few months after that, he crawled into his bedroom late at night to see Ned sitting on his bed with a lego Death Star in his hands. it dropped to the floor when Peter pulled his mask off and faced him.

So then Ned knew. It wasn’t ideal, but Peter made sure he would keep it a secret; a secret from everyone, including you.

It was difficult, but it worked.

Until today.

“So what’s your deal, Peter?” You asked, slamming your textbook shut forcefully. Peter jumped from his seat by his desk, and he looked over to where you were sitting on his bed. You were laying down last time he looked at you, but now you were sitting on the edge of the bed with crossed arms and a frown on your face.

“My deal?” He asked, chuckling nervously. Then you stood up, and he gulped as he stared up at you. You had always been a bit intimidating to him, ever since the two of you were children. You would be the one to fight back at the bullies, not him.

“Yes, Peter. I know you and Ned are hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is,” you still stood above him, and he slowly stood up himself for an even playing field.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he shook his head. He knew you would’ve been able to tell. You were always so attentive.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, eyebrows furrowing.

“(Y/N),” he stressed, and he took a step closer to you. “I swear to you, I’m not hiding anything.”

“Why are you lying to me?” You laughed deprecatingly, breaking your stare with him to look down at the ground. “We tell each other everything, Peter,” you looked back up, and he could see the confusion in your eyes.

“I’m not lying,” he said, feeling the franticness seep in. He couldn’t tell you. He couldn't.

“Peter,” you said, practically begging.

“It’s none of your business, (Y/N)!” He burst out, and the betrayal that hit your face as the words were spoken sent a pang through Peter’s chest.

Silence followed as Peter watched you slowly cave in on yourself, and he began to take another step towards you when you took two steps back.

“None of my business?” You asked. The mixture of confusion and betrayal made Peter regret his words.

He sighed. He didn’t know how he was going to fix this. “(Y/N)-”

“We tell each other everything, Peter! Everything,” your voice rose in volume, and he flinched slightly. Sure, Peter had seen you angry, but never at him. Never at him.

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologize,” you shook your head, interrupting him. He closed his mouth. “Because I know you aren’t sorry.”

And then you turned around, shoving your textbook into your backpack before swinging it over your shoulder and walking quickly out of the room. Peter stood there for a few seconds, by himself in his empty bedroom, as he stared at the spot where you were just standing. He plopped back down on his desk chair, letting out a shaky breath.

He couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t tell you.

The air between you and Peter was tense. He could tell, you could tell, and even Ned could tell. You wouldn’t speak to him much, and Peter was becoming aggravated. You would give him one word answers. You wouldn’t look him in the eyes. You walked away whenever it was only the two of you together. And Peter didn’t know what to do.

He knew you were offended by the fact he wouldn’t tell you, and he understood that. The two of you had always told each other everything, from each other’s first kiss to your wildest dreams and hopes. You didn’t hide anything from Peter, and Peter never hid anything from you.

But this was the one thing that you could never know. Something bad would happen, he was sure of it. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt because of him.

“Why aren't you and (Y/N) talking?” Ned was now asking as they walked through the halls towards their study period, and Peter shook his head.

“I wouldn’t tell her about, you know,” he gave Ned a side glance, and he nodded in understanding. “I just-”

He felt a tug on his arm, and he gasped, being yanked to the side. He didn’t find the time to look at who was attached to his arm before he was pushed into an empty classroom. The door was slammed as his sleeve was released, and he looked up to see you turn around, fists clenched and an angry expression on your face.

“Look, maybe I overreacted,” you said, walking towards him as he moved backwards slightly, afraid of what you would do. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held a hand up, stopping him. “No, this is my time to speak. I was upset that you weren’t telling me the truth. We used to always tell each other everything, and maybe I’m not that person for you anymore. And that’s,” you paused, and he could hear you audibly swallow.

“That’s okay,” you continued, although he could clearly see on your face that it was not, in fact, okay. “Just, I’m sorry for overreacting. Can we just pretend this never happened?”

Peter nodded immediately. “I’m sorry for not telling you,” he said, and although it may have not been the complete truth, he needed to say it to make himself feel better. “I just can’t yet. Eventually, I will. But not right now, okay?”

You nodded, and he thought you looked content enough with the words. “Okay,” you said, and turned around to open the door. “Now, let’s go. We’re gonna be late,” you walked out into the hallway, throwing him a smile over your shoulder.

And Peter smiled in return, feeling a warmth in his chest that he knew only you could put there.

It was a rough night. Peter had been thrown around, crushed under heavy objects, punched and kicked repeatedly. He was tired, and he just wanted to go to sleep. But he knew what he needed, and who he needed comfort from.

When he knocked on your apartment door with a ratty t-shirt and pajama pants, no doubt cuts and bruises on his face, he was worried your parents would answer the door and not you. But he heard the familiar voice inside yell ‘one moment!’, and he sighed in relief.

You opened the door, and the smile on your face dropped. “Peter?” You asked, looking at the mess that was his face and clothes, and ushered him inside. You led him to your bedroom, softly closing the door behind you. He dropped the backpack with his suit in it to the floor, and leaned back onto the bed.

He breathed heavily, and he heard you go into your bathroom, probably to get some medical supplies. “I don’t understand,” you said as you walked back into your room, and he could hear the fear in your voice. “How did this happen?”

He simply shook his head and sat up, holding back a groan. He didn’t want to make you anymore scared than you already were.

“Peter,” you practically begged, and he remembered this same event happening only a few weeks ago. “Is this- did this happen because of the thing you won’t tell me?”

Peter didn’t look you in the eyes as you pressed the wet towel to his cheek, wiping off the dirt and grime that had gathered there. He winced when you wiped over a particularly painful cut, and he saw you bite your lip. He still hadn’t responded, and he knew you had noticed.

You both stayed silent as you wiped his face off and put small bandaids on the small cuts, and each time your finger grazed his face, he could feel a blush rising to his cheeks. It took a few minutes for you to be completely done, and you left him alone to put everything back in the bathroom.

Peter let out a big breath, overwhelmed by you being so close to him. He began to question his decision of coming over here, knowing you would want answers, and knowing he would cave and give them to you.

When you came back, you had a determined expression on your face. Peter’s heart began to race, not sure he could hold his own tonight. “You’re my best friend, Peter,” you started off. He knew better than to try to speak up, so he stayed silent.

“You're my best friend, and maybe I’m not yours anymore,” determinedness faded into sadness, and Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. You have always been his best friend, and always will be. He didn’t know where this was coming from.

“So I understand that maybe I’m not your person to tell everything to anymore,” you continued, and your sadness leached onto Peter. He never meant to make you think like this, to make you feel like this. “But you are still my person, to tell everything to. So that’s why I’m telling you that,” you breathed deeply, looking to the ground, and Peter held his breath. He didn’t know what to expect.

“That I love you,” you looked up into his eyes to see his as wide as they had ever been. “More than a friend,” you elaborated to get your point across, although Peter already knew what you meant.

He couldn’t believe it. And he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to say it back, but his thoughts came back to haunt him, saying, You’ll get hurt. You’ll get hurt.

But he blurted it out before his thoughts could catch up to him. “I’m Spiderman.”

And he knew that wasn’t what you wanted to hear after your confession when your face fell, eyebrows furrowed and a seemingly angry look in your eyes.

“What?”

“I’m Spiderman,” he said again, and he didn’t care. You were always meant to know. This was always meant to happen. “That’s my secret.”

“That you’re Spiderman?” And he couldn't quite read your expression, but he didn’t think he could see anymore anger.

And he didn’t care, so he said it another time. “I’m Spiderman.”

“How do I know that you aren’t lying?” The speculativeness was clear in your face, and Peter gulped nervously. But he had no reason to be nervous, he told himself. He no longer had anything to hide.

He hobbled over to his abandoned backpack, slowly making his way over as the pain in his back became more prominent as the seconds passed. He unzipped it and pulled out the suit, then turned around to hold it out to you.

You were reluctant to grab it, but when you did, you clutched it tightly in your hands. You wouldn’t move your eyes from it with a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows. Peter waited impatiently for you to say something, silence filling the air too much for his liking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You choked out. You didn’t look at him, but he was staring straight at you.

And he thought now was the time. Everything had been leading up to this moment; he had been waiting for it for way too long now. “Because I love you,” he said, happy to finally say it, and he heard you gasp. “I’ve been meaning to say that for, so long. I just couldn’t have helped falling in love with you, (Y/N),” he let out a breath, a smile begging to grace his face when you looked up at him with watery eyes and your hands still gripping his suit.

“So you couldn’t tell me, because you love me?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Your voice was shaking as you spoke. “I don’t understand.”

“What I do, it’s-” he cut himself off, shaking his head and sighing. “It’s dangerous, (Y/N)-”

“Yeah, I can clearly see that,” you interrupted him, laughing with hysteric undertones and motioning to his beaten up face.

“People get hurt because of me,” he said, ignoring your sarcastic words. “I couldn’t let you be one of them.”

You shook your head, and Peter looked at you desperately, but you ignored him. “I can take care of myself.”

“I can’t even take care of myself, (Y/N)! How would you deal with these situations, of someone capturing you, or someone holding a gun to your head? You wouldn’t. If I barely can, and I have superhuman abilities, then you wouldn’t be able to!” Peter threw his hands into his hair, running through it and tugging occasionally. He began to pace, trying not to pay attention to the pain in his back and more to the situation at hand.

“Peter-”

“No! Just, no,” he stopped you from speaking. He stopped moving and took a step closer to you, looking you directly in the eye as you looked at him right back.

“I didn’t want you to be in danger because of me, (Y/N),” his voice sounded like he was almost pleading, and he rested a hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch as he spoke his next words, and he took a breath before speaking them to prepare himself. “You’re too important.”

You looked at him, thoughtfully, lifting a hand to rest on his chest. “Peter,” you said again, now whispering. He thought he saw a small smile on your face, but he couldn’t tell, too distracted by the quick beating of his heart.

He didn’t quite know what was happening, but he did know you were slowly inching closer to him. “Peter,” you whispered his name again, and he lifted his other hand to hold your other cheek. His hands were cradling your face now, and the wide smile on your face drifted onto his.

“(Y/N),” it was his turn to whisper, and he laughed lightly as he said it. He could see your eyes drifting closed, but he didn’t want to close his just yet. “I love you.”

He watched your smile grow, and he watched a slight blush cover your cheeks, and then he closed his eyes. He leaned in, and you did too. Your lips touched, and the smiles only drifted from your faces to not mess up the kiss; your first kiss together.

The smiles returned quickly though, because this had been coming since the two of you had first met on the playground. This was always meant to happen.

The both of you couldn’t help falling in love with each other, and you would continue to fall in love with each other, each day and every day, from here on out, for the rest of your lives.

*************************** So here it is. Do I like it? I can’t tell. But I’d love to know what you guys thought of it! I know I didn’t use the actual lyrics in the imagine but I based it off of the meaning of the song. I hope you liked it, anon! Requests are open :)

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angelsofseoul · 7 years

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Washing Tessa With Tom - Headcannons

A/N: SO!!! My “Facetime With Tom” Headcanons blew up so much more than i expected them to, and i'm beyond grateful. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I really rather write HC’s than fics so please send requests in i don't care how weird or kinky it is, bring it on!

Requested: I sort of forced her to request it but @ladybeewrites aka @ladysnowren aka BEE MY MOTHER requested it

Genre/Warnings: Fluff?

Word Count: 439

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Tom dreading the day you both have to wash Tessa

Tessa somehow always knows when bath day is and tries (and fails), to hide from you and Tom

“TOM! I FOUND HER SHE'S UNDER THE BED”

Tom specifically rented a hotel room with a massive bathtub so you could both wash Tess

You finally lock yourselves and Tessa in the bathroom as she tries relentlessly to escape

Tom getting on his knees and stroking Tessa’s head saying “it's okay love, it's okay angel, we just have to wash the stink off you”

You being 100x more attracted to Tom because he's so caring and nurturing

While you run the bath, Tom holds Tessa in a weird sitting hug position??

The bath is filled and you and Tom struggle to keep her inside the tub

She got away a couple times and SOAKED both of you

At one point Tom fell into the tub with Tessa trying to calm her down

You stared at him and thought what an amazing human being he was and how lucky you were to have met this amazing man child.

Just staring at him imagining him giving your actual children a bath, not just your fur baby

Also the sight of his wet abs through his white t shirt wasn't helping your concentration

“What are you looking at, love? Can you please just get me a towel?”

You reluctantly gave him the towel even though you wanted to stay in that moment forever

You're both left wet and bubbled up from tessa's bath

Tom looks fuckin adorable with bubbles all over him

You look in the mirror and see how disastrous you look

You look back at him while he's looking down, thinking about something

He looks up at you with a smirk and says “What do you say? Shall we both clean up?”

“Yeah, I'll go get some dry clothes.”

“Oh darling, we won't be needing clothes for a while.” he says with a suggestive wink

A bubble fight ensues

Tom somehow ends up with a bubble beard and it's the cutest thing.

He tickles you until you can't breathe from laughter

His hands “accidentally” ending up on your boobs

“No bra eh darling?”

“Can you blame me?”

“Not at all those little shits seem super uncomfortable.”

“Okay Tommy we really have to get out. We're supposed to meet Harry and Sam for dinner.”

He gets up and offers you his hand to help you step out.

“I guess we really don't have time for anything then?” Tom says, looking at the clock.

“Oh we’ll have time” you say “after dinner” you wink.

#marvel #spiderman #Spider-Man: Homecoming #tom holland #tom holland headcanon #tom holland fluff #headcanon

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hollandroos · 7 years

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Celebrating 2k ↫

This is just a small thing I’m doing to celebrate reaching 2K followers! Below are some of my favourite blogs and closest friends I’ve made on tumblr while I’ve been on this wonderful site ♡

if I didn’t tag you and you follow me, I still appreciate you and your support so much ✾

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almightyhollands · 7 years

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Snowflakes

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: technically not requested but was touched on by the spiderjizz gals more than a few times

A/N: i don’t like the way this ended but i love love love winter and I love love love tom so this made me cry goodbye

It’s the first time in weeks that your alarm is the thing waking you up; the sun is already high when you wake up with Tom’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his breath tickling the skin of your collarbones as he nuzzles further into your neck.

“Tom?” You ask, and he hums in response, not awake enough to use words. You turn around to face him, effectively causing your boyfriend to fall lazily on his back. You layer your body over his, laying your hands flat on his chest and resting your chin on them. “Good morning.” One of his eyes peeks open at you and you smile sweetly.

“Hi baby.” He says, his voice husky from disuse. Tilting your head to the side in a way that you know makes his heart flutter, he breaks into a grin and shakes his head.

“Let’s do something fun today.” You suggest, ignoring the uninterested look on his face. You wiggle your toes and move to lay completely on top of him in order to tangle your legs together. He instinctively rests one hand on the small of your back, the other above his head.

“It’s snowing.” He says it as an argument, as though the snow had ever deterred you. The two of you look out the window to see the small flakes of snow falling from the sky and sticking to the cold glass.

“Barely.”

“It’s a snuggle day.” He says, and you chuckle, laying your cheek flat on his chest.

“Tommy, please. We can go shopping, and we’ll go to that little diner that you like just down the road from the mall.” You beg softly, and he groans before throwing his hand over his eyes. This is how you know you’ve won. Within seconds, you’re up on your feet, giggling as you land on the plush carpet of your bedroom floor. Jumping to your shared dresser, you pulled out a pair of jeans for both you and Tom, quickly throwing him a pair of his beloved Calvin’s as you change out of your own underwear. Rushing to the closet, you pull off the sweatshirt you’ve slept in and pull on a thick sweater, throwing Tom his own long-sleeved shirt before turning around to face him.

With a hand still over his eyes, his outfit is thrown haphazardly atop him as his breathing slows. “Thomas Stanley,” You snap, and he jumps at the sudden noise. Groaning loudly, he sits up and glares at you. Smiling sweetly, you play with the end of your sweater. “Wake up, cute boy. Get dressed and we’ll go get some breakfast.

Standing tall, he stretches his arms above his head and sighs, a yawn falling from his lips as he reaches for his shirt. Walking toward the bathroom, you’re quick to set up Tom’s toothbrush before your own, handing it to him as he shuffles through the door. Smiling at your initiative, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he grabs the toothbrush from your hand.

Within twenty minutes the two of you are ready to walk out the door, Tom pushing one of his coats towards you. Chuckling, you zip your own coat up and smile at him. “Tom, I’m wearing a sweater and a coat.”

“It’s cold.”

“Then put your coat on.” You say, pushing the thick material toward him as he glares at you. Grabbing your keys, you walk out of the door, leaving your boyfriend to zip his jacket up and follow you to the car. Slipping into the passenger seat, you push the key into the ignition to start the heater and giggle as you see your boyfriend jogging toward the car. Tom opens the drivers side door and quickly sits in the seat, closing the door behind him.

“I absolutely cannot believe that you’ve talked me into leaving the house on a day like this.” He says, squirming in his seat while the two of you wait for the heater to start up. Backing out of your driveway, you chuckle and run your fingers through his messy hair to shake the snowflakes out of it.

“You’re so grumpy; it’s a nice day! We can get some hot chocolate and bagels from Starbucks.” You say, and he smiles despite himself, one of his hands finding yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“Yeah, fine.” He says softly, and you fiddle with the radio before settling on a holiday station. You sing softly along with Michael Buble and squeeze Tom’s hand, bringing your free hand to hold it as well.

He looks to you from the side of his eye, listening to the words of Cold December Night fall from your weather-chapped lips, before smiling softly and turning his eyes back to the road. Pulling your left hand to his lips, you let your other hand fall in your lap as you watch him press a soft kiss on the back of it. You smile, a blush painting itself across your cheeks and up your neck.

Pulling into the Starbucks parking lot, you take off your seat belt and step out of the car, meeting your boyfriend on the sidewalk and taking your rightful place under his arm.

The snowflakes that melt on the warm skin of your cheeks make you scrunch your nose up as they land, and Tom grins.

As much as he liked to tease you about wanting to stay home, as Tom saw you giggling under the snowflakes, the skin of your face pink and cold, he couldn’t honestly say there was a place he would rather be.

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