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Baby Making

Baby Making  

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT +18, talk of anxiety, swearing, nursing genital facts (this was my last unit in my Anat and Physiology class, so I wanted to write some), swear words, other words for genitals, and fluff

Do not read this and get me in trouble if you're under 18

A/N: This is the second of two works I have for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker for their Whatever It Takes writing challenge. Both of them are separate from one another.

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Summary: Baby making sex is enjoyable, as long as your anxiety doesn’t get in the way.

AN: I've never had sex, so sorry for my terrible smut writing. I also had no idea how to start this and I kinda got carried away. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to chat. The gif is from google, so credit goes to the person who made that. 

P.S. I've now seen Endgame, and cried 3 times. I love you 3000. ♡

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Italics = thoughts

Smut prompt:

4. “Let’s make a baby.”

Word count: 2,611 Wow

You didn't know where the tradition to lose your virginity on your wedding night came from, but you definitely weren't following it. You were still a virgin, but you didn't want your first time to involve alcohol. You wanted to remember every second of it. How it felt to be aroused and connected in the most intimate way possible with the love of your life.

The problem is your stupid anxiety. Even as a married adult with a successful career of her own you get shy around others. Yes, you might stare at your shirtless hunk of a husband from a distance, but you get hot and flustered when he comes near you and you can't look him in the eye. Do you do it out of respect? You're not sure, but if you can't look at your husband shirtless, how will you ever be able to see him naked, much less him see you naked.

The honeymoon came and went. After sightseeing and dinner, you both would be exhausted at the end of the day that you would just cuddle and go to sleep.

The topic didn't come up until a double date with Tom's parents a few weeks later. Grandchildren were something they wanted and you wanted too. You just didn't know how to bring up the topic without your anxiety getting in the way.

It was another Thursday movie night when you were cuddled into Tom side with your head resting against his shoulder.  His arm laid on your right shoulder while the pads of his thumb rubbed circles and Jack Reacher kicked ass on the TV.

You could feel his eyes taking glances at you while his fingers drifted lower down your arm. His hand then left your arm and rested on your hip while his fingers played with the waistband of your pajama pants. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In a fit of confidence, you kissed the point where his neck and sharp-ass jawbone met. He immediately turned his head to where your lips met. You immediately deepened the kiss hoping it would do all the talking for you. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as Tom pulled away and look at you with those caramel brownie eyes that you fell in love with.

"What's this all about?"

In one swift motion, you turned off the TV and straddled his lap. His hands went from your hip to resting on your upper thighs still caressing circles with his thumbs.

"As much as I wanted to finish watching that, I have to get this out of me before this wave of confidence disappears." Tom's head turned to the side much like Tessa's when she's studying something. "I want kids, you want kids, and I want to carry your kids. That's not a mystery. I'm just nervous to start sex because I'm scared you'll look at me differently because of my inexperience. Also, the fact that my nursing brain just spouts random fact and I might ruin the moment and you'll-."

He cut you off with a sweet kiss that neither of you deepened. It was your turn to look confused when he pulled away this time. "I love when you ramble about what's on your mind." This coaxed a shy smile across your face while not making eye contact. That's when his hand left your thigh and went under your chin so you could meet his gaze. "Darling." You silently loved it when he called you that. "I did not ask you out for sex. I did not make you my girlfriend, fiánce, or Wife because of sex. I fell in love with the nerdy small city girl with a sunny spirit, a caring heart, and the cutest piggy-snort laugh. That's who I married, so you have nothing to be nervous about; I would love to see you pregnant with my child. Whenever you're ready, obviously because you'll be carrying them."

That brought a toothy grin to your face. You gently pressed your lips to his in the sweetest love-filled kiss possible. Until you stuck your tongue out and rubbed it against his lips. He then took the lead in deepening the kiss as his hands went back to your hips. Your hands held his shoulders as you started to grind you core against his.

"If you keep doing that darling *kiss* this is not going to last long. *kiss* and I want to make *kiss* your first time romantic."

"Okay. *kiss* Let’s make a baby. Bedroom then..." That's the moment when he turned you on his lap and swept you up bridal style and carried you to your room.

"Thank goodness Tessa's not awake. Otherwise, she would want to come in with us."

"Haha. Yeah. She always wants to be near us."

Tom then kicked the door closed with his heal and set you on the bed as his lips went back to yours. Your mouths molded together like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together after being separated for so long. "We'll go slow. If you're uncomfortable with anything, please tell me. And don't be afraid to say if you want something." His kisses started moving lower down your neck. Taking his time to suck on your pulse point. This sent ripples of arousal through you like electricity making you hyper-aware of everything your husband was doing.

You pushed your back off the bed to pull your t-shirt over your head. Your bra now on full display with all its lace detailing. Tom went back to kissing your clavicle slowly moving down your chest to the lowest point of your bra. He expertly reached one hand back and undid the clasp. You tossed it to the side as the cold air made your nipped stick up and goosebumps form on your skin. Tom kissed his way down the valley between your busts and massaged one of your nipples with his tongue while his hand went to your right breast.

Your skin was littered with goosebumps by the time he made his way to your rib cage. His hands caressed further down than his lips. He blew bubbles on your belly button, which made you giggle. His hands went to the waistband of your pajamas and his eyes stared at yours as if asking permission. You lifted your hips off the bed to help him as he slowly pulled your pajamas off and your underwear along with them. His hands slowly went back up your legs making goosebumps appear again. Your knees were in the air as his chin sat on your knees. His hands were caressing your thighs as he took in all there was to see.

You pushed your back off the bed and reached to the back of his neck to grab his t-shirt. You pulled it over his head and his arms followed suit. He sat up and you let your eyes rake over his bare chest. His muscles weren't as defined as they had been, but you didn't care. As long as he kept himself healthy, loved you, and worked hard, that was all you could as for.

"You know it's impolite to stare." That cheeky grin was what you lived for.

"Well, I'm staring at a gorgeous specimen with the cutest smile above me. I can't help it." He kissed your knees at that. "Also guys have nipples because they develop in the womb before the sex gene decides if it's a boy or girl."

"I love when you talk nerdy. *kiss* You're beautiful. Let's get you comfortable."

He then sat me up with some pillows so I could still lay back and relax, but see what he was doing. He then pried your legs open and nestled his clothed crotch in between them. His sweatpants not doing much to hide the bulge underneath them. Kisses made their way from your lips back down to your heat and you knew he was just teasing you at this point. Small whimpers escaped you until his face was at your vagina. His lips were wrapped around your clitoris and shock waves were paralyzing your legs. He kept going with his fingers teasing your entrance until you felt a million butterflies in your lower abdomen. This feeling was new and wonderful that if left you breathless and very wet apparently.

"You feel good for your first orgasm?"

"First orgasm with someone else." You corrected him.  "And it felt good." You hoped he couldn't tell you were still slightly nervous about what was to come.

"Well let's continue, because it's going to get a lot better." He sat up so he was sitting on his knees and pulled you up with him. You kissed from his neck down his chest making sure to try not to leave marks, since he had to be shirtless more than you. You wanted to find his weak spot. The place that would get a moan out of him before you got lower than his belly button. You sucked on his nipples as your hands caressed his sides and that did the trick. Outlining his rib cage with your tongue you made your way lower on his chest.

His member making their presence known. You kissed his V-line that was poking out of his sweatpants, which brought another moan out of him. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and gave Tom one last look that hopefully told him how nervous you still were. He kissed you sweetly on the lips giving you the reassurance you needed. He lifted up his hips and you pulled his sweatpants down to his knees.

Of course he wouldn't wear boxers underneath. What guy does?

His member came up slapping him against the chest as it stood at attention. Precum was leaking from the head as Tom kicked his boxers off the rest of the way and tossed them somewhere in the room. He could tell you were still nervous by the way your hands stayed on his thighs and didn't dare to move. You were more nervous about how he was going to fit in you. He was seven inches at least and you knew it would hurt at first, judging by how thick he was getting.

"Why don't you label me?" This confused you greatly.

"What?"

"You said reproduction was part of your Anatomy and Physiology class. So, tell me what you remember."

With your hand still ghosting over his member, you closed your eyes for a second to recall what you knew. "Well, when you're aroused. Sixty times the normal amount rushes to your genitals."

Your hand leaned down and cupped his balls as Tom bit his lip because a moan was threatening to interrupt you. "Sperm kept in your balls has to be two and a half to three degrees Celsius colder than body temperature." You rubbed the skin of his balls up to the base of his cock. "The sperm mature at the base of the Epididymis, and travel through the Vas Deferens until they get to the seminal vesicle." You gripped the base of his member and watched his face contort in pleasure. "From there out it's semen." You pulled your hand toward his head and back, slowly jerking him off. "The prostate gland stops urine from going through since you only have one urethra." Your thumb came back to his head and spread the precum that was leaking. "The precum comes from the bulbourethral or Cowper gland to neutralize the acid from the urine in the urethra, and -." You were cut off by his lips meeting yours again.

"If you keep being smart and sexy like that, I'm going to cum before I even get inside you."

You smiled at his statement seeing how much of an effect you had on him. You laid on your back and pulled Tom down with you while deepening the kiss. You opened your legs for him as he rested on his elbows boxed around your head. One hand reached down to line himself up while his other arm kept his balance.

"It may hurt a bit at first, but it will feel better. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Okay."

You could feel his head spreading your wetness to your clit, which made your twitch again in pleasure. His head parted your folds and slowly sank into your pussy until it was completely soaked in your wetness. It did hurt, and considering how big Tom looked you were expecting it to hurt more. But you felt this feeling of fullness and connection felling him inside you this way.

You looked down and all you could see was the base of his cock and his balls, but you could feel the rest of him inside you. This made you wetter as an idea came to mind. You clenched your pelvic muscles and that got another moan out of him. "That feel good? Being nothing between you and me."

"Ahh. You are going to be the death of me." That signature grin enchanted you under his spell again and you were all his. He slowly started to thrust in and out of you in shallow motions, hitting pleasure placed that you didn't know your body had.

"Tom. Faster. Please." Tom apparently had a praise kink, because those words sent him into full overdrive. His hand was circling your clit as he pounded into you. You moaned each other's names as the bed creaked under the constant weight shift. Your wet bodies making the only noise in the room as all the other moans were swallowed when Tom returned his lips to yours.

Your orgasm hit you like a train. Hard and unexpected. You clenched around Tom as you felt his cock twitch before stilling deep inside of you, shooting streams of his cum as deep as they would go. You hissed at the slight burning you felt as his cum coated your walls. Definitely stickier than you thought, but this was the fun part of baby making.

Your breathing evened out as the sweat on both of your bodies began to cool.

Tom lifted himself on to his elbows keeping himself inside you. His hand came up and caressed the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs as you lazily kissed.

"Can you help me clean up? I have to pee."

He pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to help you clean up. All you could feel was sweat sticking to your skin and his cum dripping out of your vagina. He returned with a washcloth and you held it between your legs as you rushed to the bathroom.

You returned to see the bed made and Tom sitting with his back to the headboard. "It kind of ruined the moment. But I've always wondered why women have to pee after sex."

"It's more to prevent Urinary Tract Infections. Women have a shorter urethra than men, so it's more likely for vaginal fluid to get in there. It's not impossible for men to get UTIs, it's just unlikely." You snuggled under the blankets with Tom being the big spoon. Your hands intertwined as his thumps caressed your stomach.

"You're going to be the best Mum someday."

"And you're going to be the best Dad." You turned to face him and plant a sweet loving kiss on his plump lips."But if it ends up being twins, I'm going to blame Sam and Harry." Giggles filled the room as this ended your first night of lovemaking as you waited for a miracle to happen that would change your lives for the better.

[akaspiderman]

400 lux

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: none

word count: 3.8k

plot: 400 lux is the time of day where the sun rise and sets. In a funny way, relationships are similar to the sun.

A/N: this is for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker’s writing challenge! the prompt i had was song number 10 (400 lux by lorde) i’m not gonna lie, i did stray a bit from the song but the base is there :)

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Time seemed endless. There was 525,600 minutes in a year and god knows what you’re supposed to do with it. You were never the type to dwindle on time, it was a social construct after all. Lately, there wasn’t enough of it though. You tried to grab onto the time but it slipped through your fingers like sand trickling down a hourglass. Time was moving whether you liked it or not so all you could do was bask in the moments of pure bliss. The type where everything slows down and it’s just you. And him.

Tom was pouring his heart out to some unfamiliar song on the radio. He blasted it out and your window was rolled down all the way. You stuck your head out the window embracing the wind that greeted your face as Tom continued to miss every note. His arm was draped over the steering wheel when you looked back into the car and he whipped his damp hair around. You laughed harder every second he got further the song before turning your attention back to the wind. The sun kissed both of your face as it started to disappear under the horizon, leaving traces of gold on every surface it graced. These were the type of moments that made you forget why you needed time to stop.

The song faded out, being replaced by a melodramatic song that Tom wasn’t feeling. Without his singing, it feels silly to hang your head out the window. You settled for sticking your arm out, letting the wind run through your fingers. The afterglow of that moment lasted and you can’t help but smilie.

Tom reached over to the radio, turning down the song. He glanced over to you as you fixated on the wind and your hand, a small smile on his lips. “I’m going to miss this.”

“Me too,” You said, “I don’t want to go back yet.”

“So what are you suggesting?” Tom had that smile that brought people down to their knees still on his face.

You glanced around to see you were almost home but not quite there yet. The road you were on was a little clearing, where no trees blocked the sun. It was wildflowers that lined the sides of the road and welcomed you back from your trip. “Pull over.”

“What?”

“Can you please pull over?” You asked with a pout.

Tom dramatically rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine,” he said as the car slowed down.

“You’re going to be a great actor,” you laughed. The car comes to a halt and you unlatch the seatbelt taking in your surroundings. It was backroad, there shouldn’t be too many cars passing by. Besides, it was later so most people should be home with their families at this point.

“So, this was your great idea?” Tom said with a cheeky smile.

“Shut up.”

Tom wiggled his eyebrows at you with a laugh. “May I ask why you wanted to pull over?”

There was the real truth and the more socially acceptable truth. The actual answer would be you trying to stop the inevitable. Tom was always going to go somewhere with his life, anyone could see it. He had this passion for acting and his eyes would light up like the stars when anyone asked him about it. He was always going to be the more successful one out of you two, even back when you guys were five. He learned the ABC’s before you and could write your name before you even could. He understood algebra faster than you could comprehend it. He tried to teach you how to dance and you failed miserably. He was always five steps ahead of you, but he would never leave you.

Tom was next door for as long as you could remember. At first your friendship started as a forced play date when you were four as the parents mingled. By the age of six, you were joined at the hip. It was unbearable if you guys didn’t see each other every day. Even if Tom was throwing up sick, you would visit him at his house and talk to him ten feet away by the door. He was easily your best friend and vice versa. There was something about seeing someone go through awkward voice cracks and questionable fashion choices that binds two people together.

That’s where the root of the problem was. Tom was so familiar, he was part of your daily routine. He would always be there no matter what happened. If you had a huge fight and you ended up calling him in tears, he would listen, all feelings aside. Tom was always there and now he wouldn’t be. When he started getting gigs and had to leave, you would facetime and talk as often as you could. He would never be gone for too long. This time was different though. This was going to be the role. Tom would be filming around the world, gaining more and more attention. He wouldn’t be home in months. He would always be booked and he would meet amazing, wonderful people. People who are far more interesting and beautiful than you. You’ll just be a memory.

If you stop him from driving back to your houses, just maybe you’ll have more time with him. You could lay your head on his lap and he could lace his fingers through your hair. He would tell you pretty things and funny things. With Tom you could do an infinite amount of things. You don’t care if time stopped and it was just you and him. You would kill all of your time with him because he made life exciting.

Maybe you were selfish for that. Wanting him to stay when he can’t. You would never dare to ask him to stay. This was his dream and you couldn’t ask him to stop just for you. You had your own dreams that he’ll stay and fall in love with you like you fell for him. You could hug and kiss and do everything you wanted, but that isnt possible. You’re his best friend and you would be damned if you kept him tied down here. He has to much potential, he can’t waste it here. You loved him too much to let him jeopardize his dreams. Even if it meant that he would meet beautiful people with interesting lives. The type of people that makes him fall in love, something you failed at.

That was quite a lengthy explanation. So you settled for a shrug and “I’m going to miss you.”

“Hey, we should watch the sunset,” Tom suggested. He knew you. There was clearly something bothering you but he won’t pry. You’ll open up to him when you wanted and he’ll listen when you do.

“It’s already halfway down,” you pointed out.

It was too late though. Tom was already closing the door and he went around to the front of the car. He sat on the hood directly in front of you to block the sun. He turned around and stuck his tongue out before patting the empty space besides him.

You grab the orange juice he bought for you earlier on the beach before taking your seat next to him. There was a light breeze that made you pull on the sleeves of the hoodie Tom lent you. It smelled of sand and sunshine and of course, him. It made you feel weirdly honored that he dedicated a whole day to the two of you. He was leaving in three days and he spent one of his last days on you.

It started the same as every other day. He randomly showed up at the front door, keys dangling from his fingers. You were out the door in three minutes, clutching the backpack Tom forced you to make when he first got his license. He told you all those years ago to include every essential for a spontaneous adventure.

The two of you have gotten good at driving around aimlessly. There was never a goal in mind, hence the bag full of necessities. It was the usual routine of Tom driving past the landmarks of your childhood before you guys came up with a rough plan. Tom was set on doing something more out there because it was going to be the last day of thrills in a while. You suggested a trip to the beach and he loved it. The day was filled with ocean waves that tickled your skin and Toms laughter filling the air.

“Earth to (y/n),” Tom said. He snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You pushed a piece of hair behind your ears, shaking your head. “Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“It’s nothing important. It seems like you have something more pressing.”

You hit him with your shoulder, rolling your eyes. “No, my mistake. I want to hear what you said.”

Tom hits you back, a smile growing on his face. “No, you should talk first. I’m just going to go on and on about Peter Parker and you know it.”

“I don’t know, just going to miss you.”

Tom turned to you, his face unamused. He was leaving so soon and it was starting to bother him that you won’t talk. “There’s something more to it. You’ve been saying that for the past few weeks. There had to be something more.”

The sun was painting the sky with a mixture of pink that bled into the yellow and orange glow. Purple was slowly seeping it’s way into the light tones but the sun still kept you warm. You wondered if the sunsets are the same where Tom was going. “Are you going to miss it?”

“Wow, being straight forward aren’t we?”

“Tom-“

Tom smiled softly. The wind that was coming in whipped his already messy curls around. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, so you had no option but to lean on him. “I’m kidding. What do you mean?”

You found warmth in him. Tom was an affectionate friend, greeting you with hugs and he would lean all over you trying to get comfortable. Each time he radiated this glow that would spread to you so you had to smile. You can’t let it go. “Will you miss everything? Like this place and the people? What about the food? Would you miss the trees here and the sunsets?”

Tom rested his head on yours, pausing. It was long enough to let you know he was considering the question but short enough for you to know he wasn’t making up an answer. “Of course. This is where I grew up. I’m not leaving forever, I’ll always come back here.”

“It’s going to be different when you come back though.”

The purple and blue overtook the sky. There was just a sliver of the sun peeking through. Tom peeled his eyes off of it. “Nothing ever changes in this town.”

Tom always dreamt of making it big. No one doubted his ambitions at all. He would talk about the places he would see and the people he would be. He lived without fear, he would simply go out and do it. That’s where you differed. You like familiarity and comfort. The sheer idea of failing was terrifying to you. You couldn’t imagine moving out of the country for a job. It would all be new and unfamiliar. There was no one to talk to and you wouldn’t know the secrets of the town. You would fall hard if you left and you know it. You needed a safe place to go home to. Tom didn’t need that, he would take every chance for a shot to make it big. He won’t look back. He’ll just see his hometown and maybe nothing more.

He could be right about the town never changing, but it’ll still be different. He won’t be there. It was going to be you facing the world alone. You were going to have to adapt without Tom to lean on. He was that person that reminded you everything would be okay. He was your rock. Now, he would be on the other side of the world. He’ll change. It’s one of those things that will undoubtedly happen. You won’t be in the same page anymore.

“Yeah, but we might change,” you said quietly.

“We’re always changing.”

“You don’t get it.”

Tom scoffed and pulled away from you. “Of course I get it. I’m the one that’s leaving.”

Your heart sunk as he retaliated. You wanted to touch him in the most innocent ways. You wanted to touch his face and hold his hands, but he was annoyed. He doesn’t see it the way you do. “It’s just- it’s just that we’re going to be different.”

“Are you saying that our relationship will fall apart?”

The sun was completely consumed with the navy blue that draped the sky. The temperature fell with the sun and stars spotted throughout provided the only light. “No, I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

That was a lie.

Rather than explaining, you sit in silence with Tom. He won’t get it. There was a fear inside of you that he’ll move on without you. This place was comfort and you can’t move away. He’ll do it though. He would be in his element and he’ll be the happiest he’s ever been. Then he would meet someone else that would be everything you’re not. He would fall in love with them, not you. Just like that, you’d be out of his life.

Tom did see it like that though. He didn’t want things to change between you guys but for the last few days you keep making it sound like he’s dead. He didn’t want to be dead to you when he left. He didn’t want for you to think of him as another person. Yet your mind was stuck on that mode and he can’t figure out why. He wish you would live now, rather than worry about the future.

He sighed and reached out to hold onto your shoulder. “Hey, it’s getting cold.”

You nodded in agreement and you both got into the car he kept running for no reason. You rest your head on the window and he starts to drive. You hug yourself in his hoodie, not wanting to let him go. It wasnt a big fight or anything but you can’t help but feel like you messed up. You should of told him then. It would’ve been easy to explain why you’re already missing him when he’s not gone. You don’t want him to forget about you and how you’re so hopelessly falling for him. Something in you just turned off when he asked, you didn’t want to mess it up more.

The more you sat in the car in silence the more you realized you had to tell him. You had to be the one to smooth it over. It wasn’t his fault that you fell in love with the simple gestures he does or the way he lives without a care in the world. You walked knowingly into love, you embraced it really. You weren’t scared of being in love, it was the fact that you could mess up everything. The idea of him shutting you out was revolting. It was enough for you to not say anything for two years.

Now it was different. He’s going to become famous. He’ll have people fawning over him everywhere he goes. You don’t want to get lost in the faces of people that scream I love you at him. You had to be more than a face. You had to be with him.

It as now or never. You had to tell him, you can’t be mixed up in the crowds. Maybe he was more outgoing and you liked familiar roads, but you guys worked. He’s been your best friend forever and you guys were always okay. You wanted to kill all your time with him. With him you didn’t care. You could drive around aimlessly forever with him and you’ll always talk like you have something to say. Tom just made everything feel alright.

Then it hits you. He was the familiar feeling. You loved this town because of him. In all of your memories that you loved, he was in them. Every single memory you could think about included him. The town was great for sure, but he made it special. Without him, it wouldn’t be the same place. You never cared where you went when you were Tom, because he was there. He was that safe place.

You stopped leaning on the window to look over at him. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was tapping to the beat of the song on the console. There was this ease to him and you know his anger was gone.

He was forming a smile when he caught you staring. That cheeky smile. “We’re going to go home soon and you can stare at me there too.”

You were already home, right here with him. He was always there for you and he made this town special to you. He made living here the best place to live. Your houses were quickly approaching and you made up your mind. You had to tell him, you need to.

The car comes to a stop in between your mailboxes, a compromise as Tom called it a few years back. Both of your houses sat illuminated next to you. Tom turned off the car and both of you sat there. When you unbuckled your seatbelt, Tom followed. You reached for his hand and held it there. Tom glanced up at you with a goofy smile, the tension earlier long forgotten. Nothing could get in between you guys. That’s why everything worked so well.

“What?” Tom asked. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous twitch he had. The smile wouldn’t come off his face though.

“I like you.”

You thought you would be scared, but that feeling never came. Instead it was relief that flooded through you. It was taking in a fresh breath of air. It was a secret that you’ve been holding onto for so long that was now exposed. You can’t regret it because it felt good to say out loud. If he doesn’t reciprocate it back, at least he knows. At least you tried.

Tom paused for a second, you could practically see him try to organize his thoughts. Then he smiled a genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle and he shone like the sun. “Like me? As in like like me?”

You laughed at his choice of words but your heart was beaming. “Yeah, I like you like that.”

Tom sat there with the same smile, his eyes still shining like the sun was rising. “I like you too.”

Just like that your heart exploded into butterflies and summer days. It was the best reply you ever heard to anything you’ve ever said. Those three words sounded like a symphony to you. Those years of pent up feelings was worth it for this moment. Tom liked you. You could cry and dance at the same time with the overwhelming flood of happiness that hit you. “Are you joking?”

“Why would I?” Tom says. He swears that everything seemed brighter now.

“You’re gonna be a star Tom,” you said with a laugh.

“No-“

You cut off Tom. As much as you wanted to be cliché, you reminded yourself why you told him. He was going away. This was worth more than teasing. It demanded to be acknowledged. You don’t think you could wait for the sun to rise to talk about it again. It had to be now while you had the adrenaline rushing through you. “I like you but I’m scared. I’m scared you’re going to forget about me. I know you say you won’t change, but, but you might. There’s, um, probably going to be someone that’s way better than me. You’re working with Zendaya! She was your first celebrity crush, there’s no way I can stand a chance against her.”

“(y/n)-“

“Let me finish. I’m scared that if you leave you won’t remember me. You won’t remember this town that made us, us. It’ll be you and someone that’s much cooler than me. I don’t want to be forgotten. I have this weird voice in my mind that’s telling me to make you stay. I can’t and I won’t. This is your dream but I’m so scared of the collateral damage of it. I don’t want to be a memory. I got really weird this car ride back because I couldn’t stop thinking of you dating someone else. I had to say something. When we were sitting on the car I wanted to say I like you and I’d like it if you stayed. You can’t but that’s why I didn’t know how to respond earlier. I wanted you to stay. Asking you to stay is asking you to throw your dreams away and I won’t do that. I like us. I like this place. But I like you more, so you need to go on and do your thing.”

Tom takes your hand in his. As much affectionate as he was, he never held your hand. It was warm like the sun kissing your face at the beach. It wrapped around yours and you felt calm again. He was good for you and you know it.

“I won’t forget about you. You’re my best friend, I could never forget about you. You make my day feels better and you’re just pure sunshine. Yeah, Zendaya was my first celebrity crush, but you were my first crush. My mum told me when I was six I said I was going to marry you. I’m pretty sure I didn’t know who Zendaya was back then. You were first and I’m going to put you first before the fame. You’re my favorite person for the longest time and there’s no way I could stop remembering you. I love acting but I won’t let it change us. I’m still going to be the same Tom at heart. I’ll still call you up randomly to talk about my dreams and I’ll complain about water pressure to you. It’s going to be me still. I’ll be here for you even across the world. You don’t have to be scared,” Tom says squeezing your hand.

Maybe you guys were always on the same page, too scared to admit it. He understood the fear you had and how irrational you could be. He’s comfort to you, but he’s always much more. He’s the genuine guy that holds your heart. It’ll be safe with him. He’s never let you down before. You let out a breath, getting rid of the fear with it. You refocus your mind onto the one thing he said. The thing that made you flush with color. “You said you were going to marry me when you were six?”

Tom blushes a little, but he doesn’t shy away. “Mhm, never thought you would like me back. I didn’t want to change things between us because I like us driving around and the, the um-“

“Familiarity?”

Tom smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s it. The familiarity of you, I didn’t want to scare you away. I like you a lot, swooning over you since I was a young.”

“Are we going to be okay then?” You said with a whisper. “I didn’t screw us up?”

“You could never mess us up.”

Tom smiles and leans back into his chair, your hand in his. There was the sense of serenity that fell over, it was the kind that makes you feel safe and nothing was wrong with the world. It was the kind that reminded you everything would be okay with someone you loved. It was the kind that swayed people to sleep after late night conversations to whisper sweet dreams in people’s head. When you woke up, you found yourself in the car. His hand was in yours and the sunrise was painting a masterpiece in the sky.

mutualsssss: @theamazingspiderlingg @hollandsosterfield @honeyccoated @tomshufflepuff @tomhollandspideys @poetrypeter @princeofsassgard @marvelousmorales

[saintlavrents]

Back [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: “It’s like I don't even know you anymore.���

Summary: [ENDGAME SPOILERS] Peter’s been shutting everyone out and using Spider-Man as an escape to not deal with his grief.

Words: 1,029

A/N: this is my entry to @hollandroos and @neptuneparker’s writing challenge. and sorry its kind of late i just finished my exams and also sorry if its bad coz i also haven't been writing bc college sucks lol

[CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS]

Neither of them never expected things to have got to this point. Ever since Tony died, Peter had been shutting his friends out and spending all of his free time being Spider-Man. At first, everyone gave him space, but seeing that it’s nearly a year since, Y/N thought it might be a good idea to try and confront Peter.

“Because what?”

“Because it’s tiring.” She breathed out.

He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off, “I get it, I get that you’re grieving but running away from it instead of facing it won’t help. You barely make an effort to respond to us or even see us and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore, like we don’t even know you anymore.”

She walked further away from him before continuing, “You keep on blowing off our plans and even ones with Ned, MJ and Betty.”

Peter sighed, going on to sit on his bed, still in his suit, “I- I’m sorry, Y/N but you know that the world needs someone to-“

“And I needed you.” Her voice came out broken, then the room went silent. “I know that sounds super selfish, considering what you went through, but I still needed my best friend, my boyfriend.”

Peter didn’t know how to respond. He knew he was wrong for constantly blowing off his girlfriend and friends but part of him feels like the world needs a hero, now more than ever, especially after Tony did what he did.

“I know it’s been hard for you, and we don’t expect you to just be over it in a day, but we’ve made our efforts to help and support you the best we can but you have to make an effort too.” She heads towards the door, placing her hand on the handle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, she left the room, apologizing quietly to May on her way out of the apartment.

Y/N put her hands in the pocket of her hoodie and went back up to her place, which was above Peter and May’s. She felt bad. Guilty. She knew that he would need more time to heal seeing how close they were, but she just wants her boyfriend, her best friend back.

He’s been shutting everyone out for almost an entire year and even though everyone has been patient with him, it just feels like he’s not making an effort to heal himself, as instead of dealing with his grief, he chose to use all of his time going off being Spider-Man to distract himself from it. And sometimes patience just runs out, as they’re all just humans.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” May peered into the half open door of Peter’s room, a few moments after Y/N left.

“I don’t know what to do, May.” He shook his head as May took a seat next to him on the bed. “I know that I shouldn’t have shut everyone out. But I just feel responsible, you know? I feel responsible that I have to step up and be a hero the world needs and make him proud, you know?”

May sighed, putting her hand on her nephew’s shoulder, “You have to remember that you’re a teenager first and a hero second, Peter. Tony would’ve been proud of you either way, I know I am. Also, I don’t want you to waste your teenage years away and I’m pretty sure he does too.”

May continued, “And in times like these, you’re going to need people around you. Shutting your friends out just won’t do you any good.”

Peter nodded and buried his head on his aunt’s shoulder, “Thank you, May.”

It was when May left Peter alone that he lied down in his bed and that was when he thought to himself, ‘I have to make an effort.’

“Hey.” Peter said as he walked towards the table where his friends were sitting.

“Peter, hey! Good to have you back.” Ned was the first to greet him with the friendship handshake they’ve always done.

“Good to be back.” He let out a tight-lipped smile as he glanced over at Y/N. ‘He’s actually trying to make an effort.’ Y/N thought as she let out a small smile at him. It had been months since Peter had joined them at lunch and they’re all just glad to have him back. The five friends enjoyed their lunch whilst talking to one another about anything and everything. And it had been a while since Peter’s felt the warmth of being around his friends.

It wasn’t long until school was over, and Peter was rushing out of his classroom to wait for Y/N by her locker. It’s been a while since Peter and Y/N had walked together back to the apartment, since Peter has been rushing out of his classes and straight to being Spider-Man.

But when he got there, MJ told him that Y/N had went off a couple minutes prior. He ran towards the school’s gate and that was where he saw her walking.

“Y/N, wait up!” Peter tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

“Peter, hey.” She smiled at him, taking off the earphone buds that were in her ear.

“We- Shall we go?” Peter said, still panting from the running he did, which she responded with a nod.

As they walked, silence settled between the two for what seemed like hours. They both had a lot to say to each other but neither knew how to start.

And so, Peter decided to break that silence, looking at her before saying, “I’m sorry.”

She continued to look down at her feet, as she had been doing for most of the walk so far, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have pushed you to make an effort, because I’m pretty sure you’ll do it when you’re ready and I-“

“No, no, no. You were right. I had to do something to deal with it and not just try to push it to the back of my mind with Spider-Man and shut you guys out.”

She looked at him, now smiling, realizing that she finally had him back. So she hugged him.

[spiderboysparker]

Birthday Fun

Tom Holland x Reader 

Warnings- Smut 

Summary- It’s Tom’s birthday so (Y/n) decides to give him a good night.

Word Count- 1,071

A/N- This is for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker‘s writing challenge. I used the dialogue prompt “It’s your birthday, let me take care of you baby.” and it will be in bold. 

～❤︎🎶🌸🐾～

It’s Tom’s birthday, so (Y/n) took him out for dinner to celebrate. They went to a fancy Italian restaurant that had some of the best champagne that they had ever tasted. Tom was driving the way home, (Y/n) running the plans for the night through her head. She smiles as she starts to get excited about their night plans.

Tom glances over at her and chuckles “What are you smiling about love?” He asks, reaching his right hand over and holding her hand, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles softly.

(Y/n) blushes slightly and looks over at her lover. “I have some plans for the rest of our night. I just can’t wait till we get home.”

Tom smiles “You still have more planned? I thought it was just dinner?” He pulls her hand towards his lips and kisses the back of it softly.

“You’ll like these plans, I promise.” She giggles, glancing at Tom before watching the buildings pass out the window.

It’s not long before Tom is pulling into their driveway and putting the car in park. They get out of the car and make their way inside and take their shoes off by the door. “You go put the leftovers in the fridge and get the wine, I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” She kisses his cheek before sauntering down the hallway.

Tom chuckles to himself and heads to the kitchen to do as she says. As (Y/n) is in the bedroom, she starts lighting the candles she had set up around the room. She slips off her dress, revealing the lingerie that she knew was his favorite.

As Tom enters the room, his eyes widen and his jaw drops. His eyes first land on her, sitting on the bed in lingerie. Then they travel around the room to see all the candles and he can smell the vanilla scent.

“You didn’t have to do all this, love. Dinner was perfect, you didn’t have to do anything else for me.” Tom sets the wine and the glasses on the bedside table and moves towards (Y/n), leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

They can still taste the champagne on each other's lips, Tom moving his hand down to cup her jaw. He gently pushes her back on the bed so she’s laying on her back. (Y/n) flips them over, moving so Tom’s on his back and she’s straddling his waist. “It’s your birthday, let me take care of you baby.” She purs to him, kissing down his jaw to his neck. She sucks softly where she knows is sensitive, grinning when his breath hitches and she can feel him getting hard underneath her.

(Y/n) moves her hands down under his shirt, pulling back to pull it over his head. She places soft kisses down his chest, Tom watching her as she glances up at him. She smirks to herself and starts pulling his pants down, listening to his gasp as her fingers brush up against his bulge. She helps him kick his pants off, tossing them off the bed.

She palms him through his boxers, grinning as he lets out a soft moan. (Y/n) pulls his boxers off, slowly inching them down his legs. She tosses them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. When she looks back up at Tom, she can tell he’s getting anxious. He’s watching her every move, anticipating what she’s going to do next.

(Y/n) softly blows air on the head of his hard cock. “Fuck, stop teasing!” He groans, making her giggle.

“Okay, okay, fine.” She takes his cock in her hand, pumping slowly as she licks up the pre-cum from his tip before taking it into her mouth. Tom closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning in both pleasure and satisfaction.

(Y/n) takes more into her mouth, sucking softly. She gags slightly when he bucks his hips up into her mouth but she keeps going. As she sucks on his cock and bobs her head she takes his balls in her hand and massages gently, eliciting a moan from her lover.

Tom moves his hands to grip onto her hair, tugging lightly as he moans. “Baby I’m close.” He breaths out and (Y/n) goes faster, sucking a bit harder as she feels his cock twitch in her mouth before his warm cum shoots into her mouth. Tom lets out a groan and pulls her off of him, helping her move up so he can kiss her deeply.

(Y/n) moves so she’s straddling him, Using her hand to guide his cock to her wet entrance. They both let out moans of pleasure as she slowly sinks down on him. Tom grips her hips and she places her hands on his chest for balance as she slowly starts bouncing on his cock. “You feel so good baby.” Tom moans out, leaning up to suck on her breasts while she rides him.

The room is filled with their moans and the sound of their skin slapping at every bounce she makes. (Y/n) moves Tom’s face up to hers, cupping his cheeks as she kisses him deeply. The kiss is sloppy, her moving up and down with every bounce, tongue and teeth clashing, but that doesn’t make it any less passionate.

“I-I’m close, Tom.” She mutters against his lips, letting out a gasp as Tom leans back and thrusts up into her, their hips meeting roughly as she bounces and he thrusts up into her. (Y/n) reaches down and starts rubbing her clit in quick circles. Seconds later her head tilts back and she cries out as she cums, her walls tightening around Tom’s cock.

Tom groans out, the feeling of her pussy tightening around him and the expression on her face as she cums sets him off, he grips her hips and rides out their highs. As they both start calming down (Y/n) slowly slips off of him, laying in bed next to him. Tom pulls her into his chest, kissing her forehead.

“Happy birthday Tommy.” She giggles, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. Tom gets up, blowing out the candles before getting back in bed and cuddling (Y/n) into his side.

“Thank you, love. This night was amazing.” Tom mumbles, holding her close as they slowly fall asleep.

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Tagging: @lamptracker 

[spideyspence]

all i do is sit and think about you ; peter parker

Stark!Reader x platonic!Peter Parker

Warnings: drug abuse, death, using drugs to cope with someone’s death, god this is sad I’m sorry

this takes place after endgame

A/N: Peter and the reader are both 18 for plot purposes and I didn’t want to write about an underaged kid using drugs. Also, I have no experience with drug abuse, and I do not know of anyone (close to me who I have talked to) who has dealt with drug abuse so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best depiction of drug abuse. My only knowledge is from books, tv shows and movies. i also did not go into the recovery part of this because of my lack of knowledge about drug abuse.

I also took a different approach with this prompt because the music video along with the song is about drug use and matty healy’s recovery with it and so I decided to use that angle of this prompt while adding a little heartbreak of course.

this was for @hollandroos & @neptuneparker’s ‘whatever it takes’ writing challenge

my masterlist

the wc masterlist

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Watching someone fall down in front of you is tough. Not as in tripping over their two feet, but when their mental health starts to fall from their previous state of happiness only to then see their physical health start to deteriorate.

Peter Parker was your best friend. You met in elementary school when you were both eight years old and you became friends instantly. Building Lego together after school, watching cartoons together and with Peter helping you with your maths homework and you helping him during English class, everyone knew you two were inseparable.

Peter was always a bubbly kid. Full of energy and always participating in class. He wasn’t a popular kid, but he got along with the teachers well and some of the students.

In high school, it was you, Ned and Peter all joined at the hips. The three of you were still building Lego together and putting all your spare change together to buy new sets.

When Peter was bitten by the spider, he hadn’t said a word to you, but you knew that something was different. He was acting differently, would cringe at loud noises and when something was thrown in his way (usually by Flash), he’d be able to dodge it without even turning his head. He was never the most athletic kid but then out of nowhere, he was acing gym class and would do so many sit-ups without needing to take a break. The amount of food he ate was also quite different. Peter had always had a big stomach (with evidence of the pizza eating competition you had when you were twelve) but your best friend had started eating a lot more you found. Not to forget that all of a sudden, he was a lot busier and was declining hanging out after school a lot more. He was finishing his homework right before class and at times he was falling asleep when he sat at the back of the classroom.

When you had asked Peter what was going on, he told you what had happened. Never did eight-year-old you think that your best friend would have been like the animated characters on the TV but, it was so cool to you.

You took it upon yourself to look after Peter when it came to him being Spider-Man. You made sure he was eating enough, you’d remind him of the chemistry homework that was due the next day, you’d photocopy the notes from the first 30 minutes he missed due to his nap. You didn’t want your best friend to fall apart and prioritise saving New York over his own health.

Peter was also there for you when your mum had told you when you were 15, who your dad was. You were reluctant to tell Peter at first, for he had idolised Tony since he had made the change to Stark Industries to stop selling and manufacturing weapons in the way they were previously doing. It was also weird because technically Peter was Tony’s employee, so you didn’t know how Peter was going to take the news.

When you met Tony for the first time, you were nervous. He was your father and you had only seen him on TV and the couple of times you had watched him fly around New York in his suit, mesmerised by the thought and building process of the suit.

Tony had explained to you that he didn’t want you out of his life as you had originally thought. Your mother wasn’t comfortable with being in front of flashing cameras all the time and Tony didn’t feel comfortable with the same situation. So, your mum took you in, and Tony and your mum had decided that it was for the best that you lived away from Tony’s life.

You got along well. You helped out your Dad in his lab and the two of you sent Happy insane. You loved cooking with Pepper and you always sided with her because you knew that she was always right, and you had to side with her sometimes.

When you told Peter about Tony, he took it with excitement, but he knew that you didn’t want this information to go out to the public because you didn’t know how your peers at school would react.

The three of you would work together, you had a spare suit just in case you needed to help out at all but Tony had kept you quiet from the rest of the Avengers, because he looked to Peter as a son, and he hated how much danger he was in and he didn’t want that to happen to another person that was family to him.

-

You and Peter had died in the snap.

You were in class when you saw your teacher turn to dust along with your classmates.

When you came back, you were ready to fight.

You knew that your father was hurting over yours and Peter’s death, and you didn’t care what your father said, you were fighting with him now.

You helped Peter out with getting the gauntlet past Thanos’ army and you fist-bumped each other when you took down one of the weird creatures.

Fighting with everyone came naturally to you and you felt comfortable.

Then you saw that everyone around you, they were tired, and many had fallen. You saw the blonde lady with the cool glowing hands trying to take down Thanos, but then she was flung right past you. You had seen this burst of colourful light which meant that Thanos had used an infinity stone to take her on. You were going to run after her and check if she was okay but then you saw your father.

You had a small reunion with him, you chatted quickly with him through the suits and worked with each other through the fights. You hugged each other but it’s pretty hard to hug with the suits on. You had said to Tony that after this battle, you were going to give him a hug without the suits on and he smiled, saying that he would shout you a burger after all this.

You couldn’t move as your father threw himself at the gauntlet, but when Thanos pushed him aside, you gasped. You ran towards Thanos as he lifted his arm to snap his fingers, but you weren’t fast enough.

You heard this clang, coming from Thanos, more specifically from the gauntlet.

Nothing felt different.

You looked over to see your Dad’s hand glowing with all six infinity stones arranging themselves and you could see the energy flowing through his suit.

Of course, you were proud of your Dad, he was the Tony Stark, but you were beaming because your Dad fucking did it.

You heard your Dad say, ‘I am Iron Man’ and you just about flipped it. You were ready to talk to Peter about how awesome Tony was for the next few months, and every time that your Dad walked in, you two were going to go silent.

Then you heard that snap.

Thanos’ army started to turn to dust and it was a relief.

It was finally over.

Then you looked over to where your Dad was, and you raced over.

You fell to your knees, as Peter was there, crying with you.

He was Tony fucking Stark, he couldn’t die.

You leant against your father hugged him, but he spent his final moments with Pepper, which is what he would have wanted. Seeing Pepper staying strong, it made you want to cry even more.

You fell into Peter’s arms as you sobbed, and you felt your best friend’s hands rub your back in comfort.

Seeing Tony die took a massive toll on you, but you were never the only one affected.

-

At the funeral, you hugged Pepper as the wreath floated through along the lake.

You and Peter both found out that Tony had a daughter and met Morgan. The same cheekiness as her father and you instantly cared for Morgan.

You sat with Morgan for a bit as you both talked about Tony and you asked Morgan about some of her hobbies.

You also met Harley, a kid who had helped your father during the whole drama with the CEO of Advanced Idea Mechanics. Peter, Harley and you all got along well pretty fast. Harley had told you how Tony had kept in touch all these years.

You joined Happy and Morgan for burgers, and in the back of your mind, you still kept your Dad’s promise. This was the burger he would have shouted for you.

Before the three of you left the burger joint, you returned back and bought a cheeseburger, in memory of your father.

-

He didn’t sleep.

He completed his homework, but it was never good.

He was barely passing his classes and May was okay with it for the first couple of months, but now it’s been six months since Tony’s death and Aunt May is sick of it.

You stayed by Peter. You both needed to support one another in mourning.

Spending a lot of time looking after Morgan, focusing hard on your homework and putting all your energy into your school work was a distraction from Tony’s death. You needed to distract yourself so you wouldn’t fall into the pit and never come out because you knew your father, and he would never forgive yourself if the people he loved didn’t push through and live their best lives.

You helped Peter out with his homework, and you reminded him to eat, even though Spider-Man hadn’t been seen in months.

You could see that Peter was slowly deteriorating. He left class often and returned five minutes later but you never found out why. His leg bounced often but you always dismissed it as an itch to go back to fighting crime, but he wasn’t mentally prepared, and you knew that.

Since Tony’s death, it was like Peter had put a wall up. You understood that, but at a time like this, everyone needed everyone else’s help.

-

You and Peter had decided to catch up after school to study for the chemistry test the next day, but you had left your textbook and notebook at your place, so you were going to meet Peter at his.

You walked home to your mum’s but today wasn’t a good day for you.

It was six months after Tony’s death. Six months since you had last seen your Dad’s smile in person.

He had created two AI’s, one for you and one for Morgan in your suits. On the hard days, at home, you would sit with the AI on as you did your homework. Your dad would help out with your physics homework when you didn’t understand it and sometimes it was easier to hear your Dad’s laugh again.

You didn’t do it too often though, only on the really bad days. You knew that if you did it too much, then it would become obsessive and it wouldn’t be good for your mental health.

When you got home, you could feel the frown on your face but when you saw your mum in the kitchen, you gave her a soft smile.

Your mum always knew when it wasn’t a good day, and she gave the best hugs when it came to comfort.

‘Do you want me to make you a cup of tea or anything?’ Your mum asked you softly.

You softly declined and told her about how you had just come home to pick up your chemistry textbook and then head back over to Peter’s to study.

She nodded and when you were about to leave with your textbook in your arms, she kissed you on your head and rubbed your shoulder as you left.

-

You arrived at Peter’s and with a knock on the door, Peter had opened and gave you a smile.

His pupils were dilated but you could still see that he was tired, and he was wearing his midtown tech sweatshirt from today.

You both sat down at the small table in the apartment to start studying. Making your way through the equations, balancing and continually checking the period table you both had sitting in front of you.

There was a bowl of chips that had hardly been touched. You had taken a couple, but Peter hadn’t. You had tried to ignore it, but Peter’s leg was bouncing under the table and his hand was shaking. His eyes were darting around the room as you were doing your homework.

When you had stood up to get a glass of water, you noticed that there was a pain in your stomach, and with the realisation that it was your period cramps, you told Peter that you were going to go into his room to grab the painkillers.

‘No, I’ll grab them for you.’ Peter said as he quickly started to follow you in the direction of his bedroom.

‘I’ve been over to yours so many times and I’ve looked after you so many times, I know where they are. They’re in your top bedside table draw.’

‘Yeah, but-’ Peter stuttered.

You laughed as you entered his room and turned to the draw. Peter was frozen in the doorway as you opened the draw.

You noticed that there were a few empty packets of pain killers and a few empty sandwich bags, but you didn’t think much of it.

You found the ibuprofen and as you were about to close the drawer, you noticed a sandwich bag that wasn’t empty. It had little tablets, none the exact same colour. You also saw at the back of the drawer, a small bag with a few used needles.

‘Peter?’ Your voice shook. You didn’t want it to be what it obviously was because Peter was always the strong one. Always.

He stood there in silence, staring at his feet. He didn’t want to be the one that had to admit that he wasn’t coping.

He felt stupid. Tony Stark was a guy that gave him the suit. He helped him out a bit, maybe a lot. Peter knew that he had done so much for him, but he just felt horrible that he was the one that couldn’t get over Tony’s death while you were being stronger. Your Dad had died while he was the one that couldn’t cope.

‘Pete, it’s alright. Okay, well, it isn’t alright, but I understand. It can get tough, but we need to talk about this.’

Peter sat down on his bed and as soon as you put your arms around him, he broke.

It was months’ worth of tears that fell from his eyes. Pained sobs that he had internalised and nested in his chest.

He was feeling the pain he had kept to himself for six months. The pain he had put aside and refused to feel.

‘I’m tired, and it hurts so much. I feel horrible, you lost your Dad but I’m the one that can’t cope.’

You told him about the AI that you turned on during your hard days and you explained to him that he was allowed to feel this pain.

‘Peter, you’ve lost your Dad, Uncle Ben and now you’ve lost another person that was filling that father figure role. You’re allowed to hurt.’ You said and you felt the tears coming down your cheeks.

‘It just hurts so bad because I’ll sit there, about to do physics homework and all I can do is sit and think about him. The things he did for me, and how he helped me in being a better superhero and now he’s gone and… I feel like I never said a proper goodbye nor thanked him properly.’ Peter cried.

‘Peter, stop. Don’t spiral okay, it isn’t good.’ You said as you put your arms around him for a hug. Peter let his head fall onto your chest as tears continued to fall down his face.

-

May was working that night and you had both done a few hours of studying so you returned to the table and closed both of your textbooks. You put yours in your backpack and texted your mum to let you know that you were staying at Peter’s for the night. You also texted May. Let her know that Peter wasn’t feeling too well and that you were going to stay over. May asked if she needed to come home to look after him but you reassured her that it was okay right now.

You called the local pizza place and ordered two pizzas, as Peter was sitting on the couch wiping his tears as quietly as he could.

Two of the blankets in the cupboard you had taken and put on the couch and softly asked Peter if he could set them up as you set up the coffee table for dinner.

Peter chose the movie for that night as he looked through the numerous movies littered around the room. He settled on a favourite, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

You felt bad as you snuck into his room and removed the drugs from his drawer, but you just didn’t want him to touch them anymore. You had put your school books back in the bag you had taken as a cover up for placing the drugs in there. You would get Happy to meet you at school so you would be able to dispose of them properly.

You got the two of you drinks as you then settled on the couch. Peter was getting comfortable as you sat there, waiting for the pizza to arrive.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and you gave the delivery guy the money and tip as you smiled and then closed the door.

Both of you sat down on the couch and you both ate the pizza.

-

Peter had only had a couple of slices, compared to his usual whole pizza due to the work of being a super-hero. You understood that, when things got tough, your appetite wasn’t as strong either.

Your best friend had his head resting on your shoulder as you both watched the movie. You had your arm wrapped around his shoulder as the parade scene was playing on the screen. You felt Peter’s chest rise as he chuckled at one of Ferris’ lines, but his head never moved.

-

By the end credits, Peter’s eyes were closed as he was asleep on your shoulder. You softly nudged him awake because as much as you cared for him, your shoulder was hurting, and you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep like that.

Peter opened his eyes and came to his senses. He slowly got up from the couch, thanked you for looking after him and he then said goodnight.

You had stayed over at Peter and May’s enough for you to know how to set yourself up. You always slept on the couch while Peter slept in his room. There was no way the two of you were going to be able to fit in his single bed.

You grabbed a pillow from the same cupboard as before and you then rearranged the blankets. You took the dishes over to the bench, put the left-over pizza in the fridge and threw any rubbish in the bin. You also sent May a quick text letting her know that Peter might be feeling a bit better, but he just needed a good hug from May when she got home from her night shift.

You then sent Pete a quick text, ‘goodnight’ as you turned off your phone and curled up on the couch.

You were going to talk to May the next morning before school, about Peter’s struggles and how he was ‘coping’. You knew May, she would be panicked at first, but you would make sure that she took the panic out on you because you knew that if Peter had to deal with it, it would break him again. Tomorrow was Friday, so you’d tell May in the morning, but you would get her to ask Peter about when he got home from school.

Peter would probably see a therapist, but you wanted to make sure that you both talked about it. When your father died, you thought that both of you would sit on the rooftop of a building, looking at the New York skyline.

You never ended up talking about it, that’s probably why Peter fell down the rabbit hole. But you needed to continue reminding yourself that it wasn’t your fault because you believed for the longest time that your father’s death was your fault.

You knew that Peter needed you now, for a shoulder to lean on during recovery and during his withdrawals and the times it was going to hurt so bad, and the drugs were no longer going to help him.

So, you were going to be there for him instead.

[hollandroos]

Writers... assemble! It’s time to create a piece of writing for your favourite Marvel Characters/Cast.

Rules:

The start date is as soon as this is posted. The close date is the 22nd of June but extensions are 100% okay!

Send either me or @neptuneparker an ask with the number of the wrong and what list it’s from. 

2 people per prompt!

You must use a read more if the piece is over 500 words. However, there is no word limit! write 200 or 15k, we don’t mind, just enjoy yourself :)

Smut, fluff and angst is allowed but please use the correct warnings!

No pedophilia, noncon, incest, etc. 

No smut for characters under 18

The fics don’t have to be endgame based at all – this is just a chance to write about your favourite mcu characters and cast members.

BUT please tag ANY endgame spoilers appropriately if you decide to centre your fic around that.

Tag your pieces with #sophsandcoraswc

Prompt list:

Angst ★

“I loved you.” - 1/2 @suncitydanvers

“I want you to be the last thing I see because it’s you – it's always you.” -  @dej-okay @tominhoodies

“You’re really going to throw it all away?” - @tomhollandandmarvelsworld @starksparker  

“I trusted you, but look where that got me.”

“You’re not real, you’re dead, this is just one of those sleep-deprived hallucinations.” - @girlreaderr @enchantingkittengladiator 

“I tried so hard to make you happy but obviously it wasn’t enough!”

“You’re just like your mother.” - 1/2 @spiiderman 

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” - 1/2 @saintlavrents

“I tried to be better, can’t you see that?”

“We all lost, not just you. Sometimes I feel like you forget that.” - 1/2 @infinitefandomimagines

“What if I did the same thing? How would you react?”

“I tried to forgive and I want to– I really want too, but I can’t.”

“He/She would never do what you did.”

“Have you ever stopped and realised that you’re not as great as what you think you are?” - 1/2 @technolilly 

“Everything I’ve ever done has led me to you. I couldn’t be more disappointed.”

“I thought you said you quit.”

“The bottle was here for me when you weren’t.” - 1/2 @naturallytom

“You know what they say, part of the journey is the end.” 1/2 - @stuckonspidey

“You told me you’d be here right until the end, but where were you when I needed you?” 1/2 - @afterglowparker 

“Because half of the universe died and I survived, but for what?” - @fairydustparker @enterprisecat 

Fluff ★

“Wow I can’t wait to marry you.”

“What’s it like being the most perfect person on this entire planet?” - 1/2 @hollophobia

“God, you’re cute.” - 1/2 @death-over-coffee

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re my soulmate? Why are you laughing, it’s true!”

“I was made to love you.” - @spideypeach @infinitelymarvel723 

“You look like you could use a hug, c’mere baby.”

“You always know how to make me smile.” - @screamholland @abbiefangirls247

“I’m so in love with you, whenever I see you it’s like nothing else in the world matters.” - 1/2 @spiderboytotherescue

“It’s you, it’s always been you, it’ll only ever be you.” - @sunshinehollandd @mistressstrange 

“Keep laughing, please, you’re cute when you laugh.” - 1/2 @gavemylifetotomholland 

“Wait – you love me too?”  “Of course I do, you goofball.” - 1/2 @tomhollandswhoremain

“I love you – I will continue to love you, whatever it takes.” - 1/2 @peter-man-parker

“You came back to Earth just to tell me that? God, I love you.”

“I can’t believe my soulmate’s a–”

“Has anyone ever told you that you give really good hugs?” -@hollophobia @kaitlynpcallmebeepme

“You almost died like five times today but I still love you.” 1/2 @peterporkerpete

“Just relax, take a breath, close your eyes, and before you know it I’ll be right there laying next to you again.”

“Our future kids are going to get a kick out of this story.” 1/2 @awkwardfangirl2014

“Sorry, it’s just every time I look into your eyes I get a little lost.” - 1/2 @lavenderholland 

Smut ★

“Make me.”

“You’re really going to tease me like that in public? You’re in for it tonight.” - 1/2 @hollandsosterfield 

“Say my name. Say it.” - 1/2 @summernykole 

“Let’s make a baby.” - 1/2 @kaitlynpcallmebeepme

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

“Get on you fucking knees.”

“No panties? All for me?”

“I need you, I don’t care how or where, I just fucking need you right now.” - @spiderboysparker @hollandsosterfield 

“It’s your birthday, let me take care of you, baby.”

Songs ★

This is home - Cavetown

Don’t give up on me - Andy Grammer - 1/2 @spidespool 

Tell me that you love me - James Smith

7 - Catfish and the bottlemen

Long Way Down - One Direction

Happier - Ed Sheeran 1/2 @thequeensardine 

Little Things - One Direction

It’s not living (if it’s not with you) - the 1975 - 1/2 @spideyflicker 

Too much to ask - Niall Horan

400 Luxe - Lorde - 1/2 @akaspiderman 

Tagging: @flicker-parker @lovelyspidey @spiderboytotherescue @spiderrrling @stuckonspidey @suncitydanvers @neptuneparker @tominhoodies @naturallytom @dej-okay @wayfaring----stranger @wayfaring----stranger

[botanicalbarnes]

Partner-In-Crime

Prompt/box filled:“Our future kids are going to get a kick out of this story.” for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker, dancing in the rain for @goodthingshappenbingo , detective AU for @star-spangled-bingo , Partner-in-crime for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder/death/abuse/crime, passing references to sex, fluff

word count: 1465

A/N: Sorry this is late! Hope you like it!

Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes has been with you through many things. Drug busts, murders, domestic abuse,fraud, petty theft, breaking and entering, the list goes on. You get the picture.

Now it would be a good time to mention you’re both detectives. Partners in crime. Or stopping crime, if you feel the need to get all technical.

You weren’t only partners at work though. You went to the academy together, became quick friends, were assigned to the same precinct, then your relationship upgraded to a romantic one. A few years later, he became your husband.

For almost a month and a half, the both of you had been working on a case together. Tracking down a man who killed his ex and her boyfriend was, as it turns out, not an easy task.

The guy, John Westerfield, had seemingly made no real efforts to cover his tracks. All evidence immediately led to him. He abused his girlfriend, got her pregnant, abused her some more, got cheated on, she left him, then he killed the poor pregnant girl and her lover. She left him because she thought the other man could protect her and her child. Unfortunately, she was mistaken.

The case was pretty much over; motive, weapon, where, when, and who did it were all determined. The only thing left was to catch the guy. All the leads had taken you nowhere. Until now hopefully. An anonymous tip had just come in that a man perfectly matching the description was staying at a nearby motel.

The plan was simple. Go in, catch the guy, and get out. All of this relying on it being the right man, and on being able to apprehend him without a hitch.

You had one other team set up just in case. You walked behind Bucky swiftly and cautiously towards the second floor room the perp was staying in. He’d have nowhere to run, no window to jump from or other door to go through. The only way out, was straight into custody.

The door flung open and the man stood, gun raised towards you both. Bucky took an instinctive move to stand in front of you and protect you, and you both already had your gun raised.

You never dismissed the idea that this could happen, and you were prepared for it. More or less. There was still nowhere else he could go other than straight at either of you. The others were ready in case of any emergency.

John noticed Bucky’s quick reaction and aimed his gun at you. “Get back! Get back or I shoot!” You saw the panic and desperation in his features and started backing off. There was no way you’d let him get away now though.

Bucky understood what you wanted to do and backed off the other way just enough. “Okay,” You began cautiously, “It’ll be better for everyone if you come with us willingly. We wont try anything unless you do. There’s no point in running, you’ve nowhere to go now. It’s over. We want to help you, so put down the gun, please.” He thought it over a few seconds and dropped the gun.

Bucky started putting away his gun to retrieve the one on the floor. You did the same and went to get the handcuffs you had with you. Suddenly, you heard Bucky curse as the man kicked him harshly and turned swiftly to punch you. He landed a blow to your stomach, sending you kneeling over shortly, but just long enough to run, with his gun in hand.

You recovered in record time and ran after him, Bucky in tow. He made a run for it into the alley leading to the road on the other side of the motel. Good thing you had thought to place backup at those exit points. Nevertheless you ran after him.

He turned abruptly and shot your way twice. Bucky shot back, forcing John to take cover. You and Bucky hid as he shot aimlessly in every direction. At this point, he was out of bullets and took to running and trying his luck. He was just far enough that you could catch him by running.

So that’s what you did. You ran after him, not willing to lose him again. He looked behind him and tried to speed up, but it was no use. You were already tackling him to the ground. Keeping him trapped between your thighs, you read him his rights and handcuffed him.

With Bucky’s help, you brought him to his feet and walked him to the car. Needless to say, it was a big win for you both. And for the precinct.

After an hour and a half long debriefing meeting, you were definitely ready to go home. Steve, Tasha, Sam, and a few others were going out for drinks to celebrate but you and Bucky told them maybe another time.

You walked out hand in hand towards your car. You were sure once you got home, maybe even in the car, a lecture awaited you. About how you needed to be less reckless and to stop putting yourself in direct danger. Sure, it was an occupational hazard but still, he worried.

Out of nowhere, rain poured from above and you dropped Bucky’s hand and ran. He followed suit laughing. You opened the door and fell in, breathing heavily still from running. Seconds later, Bucky was doing the same. You threw your heads back and laughed heartily, the radio playing softly in the background. Bucky stopped for a moment and thought.

Unexpectedly, he opened the door and walked out into the parking lot. “What are you doing?! Get back here before you get sick! You’ll freeze! James Barnes, i swear-”

“Come out here! Turn up the radio and dance with me.” He cut you off, swaying and stepping with his arm extended out your way. “Look at it this way,” he said, “if we get sick we wont have to work.” He shot you that million dollar smile and you knew you couldn’t refuse.

You couldn’t let him have all the fun. Rolling your eyes and turning up the radio, you walked out and walked over to him. “It’s been a hell of a day. We did good. You did good… Our future kids are going to get a kick out of this story. Today has been pretty all over the place. I guess no day is completely normal with us.”

“Hmm, yeah it was good. And no, never has been.” You stopped for a moment, biting your lip. “Hey, speaking of…”You trailed off and cleared your throat. “Um,. I’ve been thinking. Maybe i could start working less. Or maybe even get a different kind of job ya know?” He looked a you confused.

“But, you love this job. Why would you change?”

“I love my job, and that I get to work with you. But sometimes… it’s risky. Like today. It could have gone sideways at any moment. You know that. And, well, if i changed, i could have time for other things. Perhaps, I might not even have to work.”

Confusion still painted his face. “Okayy. Where is this going? I’m still a little lost. But if it’s what you want, you know I'm okay with it.”

“Bucky. The truth is, well, i want to start a family with you, You know? Have a couple kids, maybe get a dog. I know we talked about it before, and you said someday maybe. So what do you say? Is someday anytime soon?”

He looked at you with a stunned expression. You felt yourself become more and more anxious thinking of what he would say. Suddenly a smile started forming on his face. He lunged towards you and picked you up. He spun you around and around, you were starting to get dizzy. Once your feet hit the floor he started kissing all over your face. “Doll, I would love that! I was wanting to ask you about it but I didn't want to ask you to leave work or anything!”

You simply squealed in excitement. “We should get back to the car. We’re soaking wet now. Let’s go home. Maybe we can even start on that baby makin’.” At this he picked you up and carried you to your seat.

One thing was for sure, this new chapter of your lives was going to be ‘hell of a ride.

[mistressstrange]

Whatever it Takes Writing Challenge

Posting this a little close to the wire, but I had hoped to finish the fic this blurb comes from before posting. But it is turning into a monster, already 8K and not even a third finished. So you guys get this little piece of it.

For Prompt 10 of Fluff  “It’s you, it’s always been you, it’ll only ever be you.”

“Stephen.” The sound of his name was sudden in the quiet of the library, and Stephen looked up as he crooked a finger to mark his spot on the manuscript he held. Wong was re-shelving some books and not looking at him at all despite calling to him.

“Hmm?”

“You should go to the Avenger’s dinner tonight.”

“What? Wong, I already let Captain Danvers know that I wasn’t going.” He couldn’t help the crinkling of his face at the sheer strangeness of Wong’s behavior.

“That’s fine, just tell her you changed your mind.”

“But I haven’t. Is there some reason you want me out of the Sanctum?”

“Well, for one they have much better food. And you should get out more, meet more people. Make some friends.”

“Wong, I have made friends. And they know I want to be here.”

“Why? Stark is handsome and wealthy, Carol is beautiful and he likes you, banner gives you fancy teas, surely you would much rather be with one of them.Why would you stay here with just the books and relics for company.” Wong sighed heavily, picking up a large crystal from the bookcase in front of him and idly examining it. “Just because you are Sorcerer Supreme, does not mean you are forbidden to date. You should go to the dinner.

“No.” Stephen shifted in his seat as he poured all of his confidence into that one word. His book now on the table and hands clasped over his crossed legs.

“Stephen,”

“Ah ah! Don’t you ‘Stephen’ me.” He squared his shoulders and took a step towards the gobsmacked librarian with every word. “Why. Would. I. Want. To. Be. Anywhere. Except. With. You?”

It took long minutes for Wong to get his mouth to work beyond opening and closing like a fish.

“But, Stark? You two spent hours in his lab. No one else ever goes in his lab.”

“I’m pretty sure Bruce is there with us sometimes. You think we were having a threesome down there?” Stephen laughed at the fierce blush that bloomed across Wong’s face. “Stark is handsome, sure, but he is not you. And there is only one person I love, with my entire soul.”

By this point Wong was pressed back against the bookcase, the crystal he had grabbed for a prop having long since fallen to the ground. Stephen looked down into the deep hazel eyes he had fallen so deeply in love with and brought his hands up to cradle Wong’s face. His voice was low, and breathier than he had ever heard himself. The love he had not allowed to the surface, too afraid of rejection, pooling in his eyes.

“It’s you, it’s always been you, it’ll only ever be you. Wong, I love you.” He barely got the last word out as Wong grabbed the front of his robes and dragged him down into a kiss. Their first, and certainly not their last.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

The Oscars

The Oscars

(Tom Holland x Reader)

Summary: Dressing up in what makes you feel good for the Oscars.

Fluff prompt: 16. “Has anyone ever told you that you give really good hugs?” -

Warnings: Tons of tooth-rotting fluff, a few swear words I think

Word Count: 1,329

A/N: This is one of two works I have for

@hollandroos and @neptuneparker for their Whatever It Takes writing challenge. Both of the writings are separate from one another.

#sophsandcoraswc

I have a lot of prompts I’ve signed up to write for and I just got back from my first college band camp and I’m really sore. So I’m going to be grinding these out hopefully before June. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to talk about anything (except Endgame at the moment). This is the dress I was basing Y/n’s off of.

P.S. still haven’t seen Endgame, but I’m going to watch it before Spider-man: FFH comes out.

NOT MY GIF

Tag list: Send me an ask if you want to be added.

@trashinaglass said she would read mine. :)

The Oscars

A time when great films are recognized and the people who worked on them become well known across the industry.

You, unfortunately, weren’t one of these people. You’ve never even watched the Oscars until your boyfriend of two years, Tom, asked you if you wanted to be his date to the event (A movie he was in, was nominated for best picture).

You immediately talked to Zendaya for Fashion advice as the most fancy you’ve dressed up for was prom.

“Do I go with sexy, skirt, a long train, or with what I like? I don’t know what to do Ze.”

“Go with what you like because at the end of the day, it’s you who will be wearing the dress and you should feel powerful in it.”

You decided that you wanted to surprise Tom with the dress you picked for the event.

You slept over at Zendaya’s and you were enjoying breakfast before hair and makeup people arrived.

“You know what I want to do. Just start a live stream and talk about random shit.”

“That’s actually a good idea.”

While spooning another mouthful of Frosted Flakes in your mouth, you took out your phone and started an Instagram live stream. You set up the camera facing you as you continued to eat.

“Hey everyone. I’m eating breakfast at Zendaya’s house before the Oscars. Hair and makeup arrive in what half an hour?”

“Half an hour”

“Yeah and … I’m bored. So we’re going to be chatting, telling stories until they arrive.”

As more people joined the stream, questions started to come up.

“Where’s Tom? Tom is on the other side of the house getting ready. He doesn’t know what my dress looks like. He hasn’t seen it, so I’m going to surprise him with that later.”

As questions came in, you started to see one repeating question that you were dreading about answering. But it needed to be said.

“Who are you wearing? Ok, I’m going to go on a rant here and I do not care what you all say. I don’t care who it’s made by. Congrats for anyone who can make it in that industry, but for me as far as buying things I don’t always like their style, it’s not me, and also it makes it more expensive. So, that is not my priority when I’m shopping. My priorities are can I afford it, can it be worn more than once because otherwise it’s not useful to me, and do I look good in it because the only people whose opinion matters to me are those closest to me. Other than that, don’t give a shit.”

A smug smile crept on your face as Zendaya gave you an applause behind the camera.

tomholland2013: Can’t wait to see you tonight. You look beautiful already.

The fact that he was in the chat and complimented you after your rant made you smile.

“Thanks Tom. Ok guys, I’m going to end this stream before I spoil anything to Tom before he sees me tonight. So, hope you all have a good day. Bye.” You waved bye to the camera and turned off the stream.  You didn’t want to be like Mark Ruffalo and spoil the first bit of Thor Ragnarok.

The makeup and hair team came a few minutes later and it was time to get ready for everything. The dress you picked was a black one-shoulder satin aline that faded to blue by the bottom. There was a little sparkle by the shoulder and the back was open with the fabric cascading in stripes down your back. You wore a necklace with an Avengers logo because you were that person. Your hair was in a braid that folded back into a bun while a few strands of hair fell to the sides of your face. Your make up was just to even out your skin tone and give you a slightly glossy lip. Everything was how you wanted it, except your contact that bugged your eyes. You would rather wear your glasses, but contact for the Oscars was the one thing Z could convince you to do.

Once you were finally ready, you stepped out to show her. She was in a glittery gold dress (that hugged her curves perfectly) and a flower crown. She stood there with her mouth opened.

“Y/n you look great.” You could hear the genuineness in her voice as she gave you a once over. You took interested in your painted toenails as you stood there sheepishly. You gave yourself a look in the full-length mirror smiling to yourself.

“You think Tom will like it. No offense, but his opinion is the one that matters most.” She laughed at your sarcasm.

“He is going to be Speechless. You have no idea.” You once again smiled at her enthusiasm. You have never really dressed up this much for Tom. Yes, he’s seen your prom pictures and photos of you at weddings, but this is the first time you’re dressing up and going out with him.

“Let’s go show him then shall we.”

You grabbed your small clutch and made your way to the back garden of the house where Tom was supposed to be taking pictures. Zendaya grabbed her phone and started filming behind you as you walked in front of her, not wanting to miss Tom’s face. Tom’s back faced the house as camera flashes went off and he was instructed to stay facing that way. You opened the sliding doors that led to the back of the house and you saw someone filming from behind the photographer.

“K Tom. You ready?”

“More than ready love.”

“You can turn around now.”

Tom turned around, and once he did, he couldn’t form any words. His mouth stayed open and his eyes expanded while his hand covered his mouth it as he took in your beauty. “Holy shit” was muttered under his breath just so you could hear it. He then engulfed you in a hug that seemed to last forever.

“Has anyone ever told you that you give really good hugs?“ Tom whispered in your ear. His voice made shivers go down your spine that were immediately soothed by his presence.

"What do they say to you?”

“They say everything is alright. They say you are loved and accepted. They say forgiveness and comfort are here. They say you are safe and at home.” He pulled back and you wiped the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. “Words can’t describe how beautiful you look right now. And how beautiful you will always look to me.” He brushed the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumb as he leaned in and gave you a heartfelt kiss. One that screamed “I love you” without using words. You pulled away and stared into those caramel chocolate eyes that have captured your attention since day one. The rest of the world was background static that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the love of your life resting his hands on your hips, giving you that million dollar smile.

“You ready to go?”

“So ready darling. I can’t wait to spend the night with you.” You hooked your arm in his as you both made your way towards the car with Zendaya right behind you smiling at how happy she is for her friend.

“As long as you don’t run into Madonna again at the after party.” Your smug face showed that underneath all the sparkles, you were still yourself.

“Oh God. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“You know. She never said to show off your two-person dancing skills. You could have just said "Back up” and did your spin move where you twirl three times.“

"Where were you when I needed you a few years ago.”

Another sweet peck on the lips and you two were off to the Oscars.

[hollandroos]

Whatever It Takes WC | Masterlist

Co-hosted by @neptuneparker | Here’s the OG post

Peter Parker: 

Let go (hamartia prequel) by @starksparker - Peter’s stuck under a building but unlike last time, he doesn’t come out unscathed

Tom Holland:

The Yellow Light by @spideypeach - based on the song “the inventor’s daughter” by branches

400 Lux by @akaspiderman - 400 lux is the time of day where the sun rise and sets. In a funny way, relationships are similar to the sun.

Birthday fun by @spiderboysparker - It’s Tom’s birthday so (Y/n) decides to give him a good night.

Other:

The third maximoff by @enchantingkittengladiator - What if the Avengers didn’t find the last HYDRA base? What if Pietro and Wanda weren’t the only enhanced? Or Maximoff’s? What if the Avengers were going to take on their greatest challenge yet? What if she was a 13-year-old girl who had to live with them? What if she once tried to kill Clint and Nat, and nobody knew but them?

More characters will be added as pieces are posted.

[hollandroos]

for a wee bit i was so worried that they wouldn’t end up together but then there was that little “I like you.” and i just !!! wow, my heart :’) this is fantastic!

400 lux

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: none

word count: 3.8k

plot: 400 lux is the time of day where the sun rise and sets. In a funny way, relationships are similar to the sun.

A/N: this is for @hollandroos and @neptuneparker’s writing challenge! the prompt i had was song number 10 (400 lux by lorde) i’m not gonna lie, i did stray a bit from the song but the base is there :)

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Time seemed endless. There was 525,600 minutes in a year and god knows what you’re supposed to do with it. You were never the type to dwindle on time, it was a social construct after all. Lately, there wasn’t enough of it though. You tried to grab onto the time but it slipped through your fingers like sand trickling down a hourglass. Time was moving whether you liked it or not so all you could do was bask in the moments of pure bliss. The type where everything slows down and it’s just you. And him.

Tom was pouring his heart out to some unfamiliar song on the radio. He blasted it out and your window was rolled down all the way. You stuck your head out the window embracing the wind that greeted your face as Tom continued to miss every note. His arm was draped over the steering wheel when you looked back into the car and he whipped his damp hair around. You laughed harder every second he got further the song before turning your attention back to the wind. The sun kissed both of your face as it started to disappear under the horizon, leaving traces of gold on every surface it graced. These were the type of moments that made you forget why you needed time to stop.

The song faded out, being replaced by a melodramatic song that Tom wasn’t feeling. Without his singing, it feels silly to hang your head out the window. You settled for sticking your arm out, letting the wind run through your fingers. The afterglow of that moment lasted and you can’t help but smilie.

Tom reached over to the radio, turning down the song. He glanced over to you as you fixated on the wind and your hand, a small smile on his lips. “I’m going to miss this.”

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