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leclerc-s · 7 months

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the blue - part six

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amelia holland WHY IS SINGAPORE SO FUCKING HUMID???

sam holland YOU'RE IN FUCKING SINGAPORE?? YOU WERE ONLY HOME FOR A WEEK BEFORE FLYING OFF TO ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY!! THE WHOLE POINT OF YOU NOT TOURING WAS FOR YOU TO BE HOME??

amelia holland BUT MY MAN IS IN SINGAPORE??

sam holland YOUR MAN?? WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR MAN??

amelia holland lewis hamilton duh

harry holland she's so real for that tuwaine barrett that's a mood

harrison osterfield are you officially dating oscar yet?

tom holland why do you want to know? you have a girlfriend.

harrison osterfield not anymore. we broke up.

zendaya oh for fucks sake.

amelia holland i am. i have been since monza.

harrison osterfield oh. never thought he was your type.

amelia holland and what did you think my type was? you?

sam holland WOAH WHAT? AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING BETWEEN THOSE TWO? tuwaine barrett god sam, get with the program. harrison played with your sister's heart. cheated on his girlfriend with her, emotionally, for months. listen to the love is embarrassing ep to get it. sam holland HE'S THE WEIRD SECOND STRING LOSER? HARRISON WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU IT ON SIGHT BITCH!

tom holland YOU'RE OFFICIALLY DATING OSCAR?? OH MY GOD FUCKING FINALLY!

harry holland SHE'LL FINALLY STOP TELLING US ABOUT HER STUPID CRUSH!

amelia holland DON’T TELL MUM! I WANT TO TELL HER MYSELF!

tuwaine barrett BABY HOLLAND FINALLY GOT A BOYFRIEND!! THIS IS CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!

sam holland DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS TUWAINE!

tom holland STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE THE GUY!

SINGAPORE 2023

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singapore, you're great but why are you humid?? i'm dying over here.

spotted at a restaurant in singapore. will this be the week red bull loses? god i hope so. sorry max, i still love you, please don't hate me.

singapore, you're beautiful.

oscaroo! have some decency man!

ameliaholland posted new stories

if anyone spots this loser please tell him we got lost. we need help getting back to the hotel and we don't fucking know the name of the hotel!!

BESTIE GOT P2!! LANDO'S ON THE PODIUM! (not congratulating carlos because he thinks he's lando's bestie, clearly it's me)

WOAH! THAT'S MY BESTIE!!! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

JAPAN 2023

amelia holland HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! GUESS WHO'S IN FUCKING JAPAN??

tom holland daniel?

amelia holland SEBASTIAN VETTEL! I GET TO MEET SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL!!! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

sam holland WHAT THE FUCK!! SOMEONE GET ME FUCKING TICKETS TO SUZUKA! I HAVE TO BE THERE!

tom holland LIFE ISN'T FAIR!!

zendaya you three truly are children.

amelia holland IT'S SEBASTIAN FUCKING VETTEL Z!! HE'S A LEGEND! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD TOP THIS WOULD BE MEETING MICHAEL SCHUMACHER!!

harry holland you can meet his son? mick? he's mercedes reserve driver

amelia holland OH MY GOD YOU'RE RIGHT!!

harrison osterfield are you going to end up dating mick too?

tom holland dude, what the fuck?

amelia holland no because i'm not you. i don't cheat on my significant others asshole.

tuwaine barrett YOU'RE MEETING SEBASTIAN VETTEL??

tuwaine barrett also, what the fuck harrison?? stop being a fucking dick??

tuwaine barrett you weird second string loser

harry holland FOUL!!! get you're fucking shit together osterfield. hop off my sister's dick.

zendaya anyways, tell the boys i say good luck this week!

amelia holland lando just let out the most unholy screech i've ever heard because and i quote "zendaya fucking coleman just wished us good luck."

amelia holland charlie is being salty because he wasn't wished good luck by zendaya.

harrison osterfield charlie?

tom holland i wish him luck!

amelia holland he says he'll blame you if he ends up lower than 5th.

tom holland WHAT THE FUCK? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS??

amelia holland GET YOUR OWN FRIENDS TOM!

tuwaine barrett GOOD LUCK TO MCLAREN THIS WEEK!

ameliaholland whoever said i would cry when oscaroo got his first podium, you were fucking right. enjoy the close up of me crying after i saw it happen.

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username girl we all knew this was going to happen. you cried in japan when lando got p2

↳ username not to mention she cried when she met seb

↳ ameliaholland okay no need to call me out guys i get it.

tomholland2013 YEAH! GO OSCAR!

↳ username we love a supportive brother-in-law!

landonorris you straight up bawled your fucking eyes out. charles was concerned you were going to be dehydrated.

charles_leclerc i expect this sort of enthusiasm when i get a win or podium

↳ ameliaholland honestly just get a p3 with that fucking tractor and i'll cry tears of happiness for you.

zendaya i believe i am the reason for this

↳ oscarpiastri i think you are, please keep sending good vibes our way

↳ landonorris we couldn't let you down

↳ username WE ARE THRIVING HERE AT MCLAREN BECAUSE THE ZENDAYA SENT GOOD VIBES OUR WAY

mclaren admin is worried, are you okay ms.holland?

↳ ameliaholland i'm fine, oscar gave me a bunch of water

samholland1999 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR! (sorry logan)

↳ logansargeant no i get it, i have him saved as rookie of the year on my phone (i lost a dare)

↳ ameliaholland i told you not to bet against me and here you are looking like an idiot on my instagram comments

↳ username i want to know what this bet was

tuwaine YEAH! WHO KNEW SENDING GOOD VIBES MCLAREN'S WAY WOULD LEAD TO THIS?

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loverliner · 2 years

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Y/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)

Warnings: none

Summary: exactly what the title says

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Marvel Cast x reader (platonic), Taylor Swift x reader (platonic)

MASTERLIST

You had just come home from a long day of press tours and was looking to just relax.

Of course by relaxing you meant lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

You opened YouTube and a video that came out just 2 hours ago quickly caught your attention.

'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)'

You smiled and clicked on it.

The familiar Wii theme song played and the words, 'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)' appeared on the screen.

cut

The first clip was from a panel with the whole cast, you were sitting in between Tom Holland and Elizabeth Olsen.

"Hi," a girl with blue hair said shyly into the mic, "umm, my name is Kayla and my question is for Y/N,"

You nodded with a small smile.

"Go ahead Kayla, love your hair by the way," You said,

Kayla laughed shyly at the remark.

"I was wondering, just last week you shut down a sexist comment, but I wanted to know if you ever feel unsure about yourself or guilty afterwards," Kayla asked,

"ooh good question, I don't really feel guilty or unsure because honestly, if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing and I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming," you said,

The audience cheered, getting the reference.

The Marvel cast looked extremely confused except Tom (Holland), Sebastian and Elizabeth who were used to your references.

cut

The next couple of clips were from an interview with ELLE, more specifically song association.

"I'm really nervous, because I am not so great under pressure and right now my mind is completely blank," you said,

cut

The word, 'blame' appeared on the screen.

"Oh I know this one," Y/N said excitedly, "Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

"Don't Blame Me, Taylor Swift, Reputation," Y/N said,

cut

The next word was, 'king,'

"Oh god, why can I only think of Taylor Swift lyrics," You said, "you know what, screw it,"

"All the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put me together again," you sang, "The Archer, again Taylor Swift, Lover,"

cut

The next word was, "shirt,"

"After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone,"

"All Too Well, the ten minute version, Taylor's Version, of course," You said,

"When Taylor released the ten minute version, I was obsessed with it and played it on repeat and don't even get me started on the short film, had me in tears within the first 4 minutes,"

cut

You, Anthony and Sebastian were in an interview, promoting your new movie.

"Y/N, I wanted to ask, what is your favourite Taylor Swift album?" the interviewer asked,

Y/N's face lit up immediately.

"Oh no, we're going to be here for hours," Sebastian said,

"screw hours, we're going to be here for days," Anthony said,

The video was sped up and after a couple of seconds, it was back to normal.

"But on the other hand, Red (Taylor's Version) is so amazing, don't even get me started on All Too Well the ten minute version," You rambled on,

The video sped up again.

“See, Evermore has some of my favourite songs, like Coney Island and Champagne Problems - I swear Taylor is going to make all the architects and engineers go out of business because of how well she constructs bridges - but on the other Folklore has ‘This is Me Trying’ and ‘Mirrorball’ which I could really relate to during my time in university,” you explained,

"Honestly though, I think we need to go over it again,"

The video sped up again.

“But Speak Now was self-written when she was nineteen, nineteen,” Y/N said, “Did you know that Taylor Swift has written 54 songs by herself? That is so amazing, let’s not even get started on the fact that she hasn’t released a single song that she hasn’t had some part in,” you said,

At this point, Anthony and Sebastian just looked so done.

“But Lover. Lover warmed my cold heart, like the line ‘I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings’? I bought out a store of origami paper so I could learn how to make them,” You said,

“That’s true, she handed them out on set,” Sebastian said,

“I still have the ones she gave me, the kids do too,”

cut

The next clip was from an interview where you played with puppies.

“Oh my god, this is like a cuteness overload, I can’t even deal with this,” You gushed, playing with a small golden retriever that made it’s way towards you,

‘Who - in your opinion - is the best songwriter’

“Definitely Taylor, absolutely no question there,” You said, “the line, ‘you call me up again, just to break me like a promise’ is just,” you clutched your heart dramatically, “Like who writes that? Like who hurt her?”

“Just kidding,” You said, staring down at the puppies, “I know it was Jake Gyllenhaal,”

Cut

The next clip was an instagram live, filmed by none other than Tom Holland.

“Darling?” Tom asked behind the camera,

“Hmm?” You asked, lying on the couch with your cat (Santana, after Santana Lopez from Glee) on your chest,

“Can you finish the lyrics of these songs?” Tom asked,

“I can try,” You said, turning to face him,

“I stay up too late-“ Tom sang, off tune,

“Got nothing on my brain, at least that’s what people say, mm, mm,” You sang immediately, now sat up properly,

“See, that’s why you’re the singer,” Tom said jokingly, “one for the money, two for the show-“

“I never was ready, so I watched you go,” you sang,

Cut

“What is one thing that annoys you?” the interviewer asked you,

“Probably when people think that the only songs Taylor writes are like ‘Shake it off,” or ‘You Belong With Me’ - no hate to any of those songs by the way, they are absolutely iconic - when she’s written songs like ‘Right Where You Left Me’ or ‘Hoax’ - which is criminally underrated - or ‘Champagne Problems’ or ‘Cowboy Like Me’… honestly the list could go on,” you said, going on many tangents,

“What is one of your mottos in life?” They asked,

“swiftie first, human second” you answered,

Cut

“Besides people in your marvel cast, who are your closest friends?”

“I’d say Sadie Sink, Gigi Hadid, Zendaya - does that count? She was one of my co-stars in Marvel once - Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo…” You said, “I love all of my friends, it’s way too hard to choose,”

“I love that they tolerate me talking about Taylor Swift, because honestly, ‘Hoax’ had me sobbing on the floor,” you said, “Especially Olivia and Conan,”

Cut

It was a clip from your TikTok, the you, conan and Olivia were in front of the camera, belting out the lyrics of All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor’s Version).

“I’ll get older but your lover’s stay my age!” You all yelled,

They showed a screenshot of Taylor’s comment: “My children 🥺”

Cut

The next clip was a video from your instagram from when Evermore had just come out, you were singing a cover of Champagne Problems.

“Seriously, go stream Evermore literally anywhere, I don’t even care if you get rid of my album from your playlist if it means making space in your playlist,” You said after you finished the song,

Cut

“You actually met Taylor recently at the VMA’s right?” an interviewer asked over zoom,

“Yup,” You said excitedly, “I was so starstruck and went home and screamed into a pillow,”

“She actually gave me her snake ring from the ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ Reputation era music video,” You said, showing off your hand to the camera, “I will literally never take this off, I’m 100% serious, also, when I tell you I screamed when she announced her new album, I’m, again, 100% serious.”

“I actually already pre-ordered all her vinyls, so if you haven’t yet, you definitely should,” You said, looking into the camera.

Cut

“What was your first-favourite song?” an interviewer off screen asked you,

“I think it was either ‘Picture to Burn’ or ‘Our Song,’” You said, “i swear, ‘taylor swift debut’ and ‘Fearless’ made me want love, “speak now” made me scared, and then ‘Red’ made me think love didn’t exist, ‘1989’ just made me forget about it and then ‘Reputation’ and ‘Lover’ made me think it did again and then ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore came out, and now I’m just complexed,”

“Side note, ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore may be sister albums, but ‘Lover’ and ‘Reputation’ are definitely dating,”

End of video.

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Swiftie13 yesssss she’s one of us!

EmmaGaylor Why is she literally so adorable?

EvermoreStan her acknowledgment of Evermore is well appreciated

Itsbrutalouthere her friendship with Oliviaaaaa

Theswifttomyie my new personal head cannon is that Lover and Rep are dating, argue with the damn wall

Lookwhatyoumadeherdo did anyone see the recent photo shoot with y/n? She was serious when she said she wasn’t taking it off.

Hoax48 tom Holland and y/n y/l/n >>>>>>>>>>

swiftiebitchy lmaoooo not her dissing Jake

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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Ken watched as Y/N came down to the beach with a young man dressed in a red and blue spandex costume. He had a baby face and was about 5'7. Who was he and why was he talking to his Y/N? Technically, Y/N wasn't his, but he would be once he saw him surf some tubular waves.

The platinum blonde haired Ken doll took a chance and licked his lips. "Hi, Y/N!"

Y/N turned to him and smiled as he waved. "Hi, Ken!"

"Hi, Y/N!"

"Hi, Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi, Ken!"

"Hi, Barbie. Hi, Ken. Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Allan!"

Beach Ken walked towards Y/N after the introductions were made. He eyed the superhero-looking guy. "Who's this?"

"Ken, this is Spiderman Ken."

"Spiderman Ken–or is it Peter Parker? Or Tom Holland?" Y/N asked.

"No, Tom Holland is the guy who plays Spiderman. And he has a British accent. But I could give it a go, mate." Spiderman Ken joked in an accent.

Y/N chuckles as Ken gets instantly jealous. "Why is he here?"

"Mattel just released a new line of Marvel's Avengers Barbies and Kens. And pretty soon we'll have Captain America Ken. Winter Soldier Ken. Iron man Ken. Thor Ken. Hulk Ken. Even Eternal's Ken. He's my favorite."

Ken looks shocked. Great it was bad enough that he had to compete for Y/N's attention with Tourist Ken, but now superheroes too? This sucked.

He faked a smile and shook Spiderman Ken's hand. "Nice to meet you."

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shayyprasad · 18 days

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family | tom holland

a/n: erm idk how i feel abt this one there's like no active plot- wrote this a while back um i might take it down

summary: for the first time, tom meets your family.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, indian aunties

pairing: indian!fem!reader x tom holland

word count: 2.2k+ words

you shuffled through some more of your makeup, touching up your hair at the same time. diwali was held annually at your parents' home, where many relatives would take time off to see each other. during diwali, people would wear their finest clothes, illuminate the interior and exterior of their homes with saaki (earthen lamp), diyas (candles) and rangoli, perform worship ceremonies of Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and wealth, light fireworks, and partake in family feasts, where mithai (sweets) and gifts are shared.

it was also the first time that tom would be attending with you, which may have been the reason you were nervous. every since a young age, your parents had kind of expected you to marry someone of your own nationality.

after all, your two sisters did that, as well as your brother. your parents had met tom a couple times, but seeing as he was busy filming, they hadn't gotten to know him that well, despite the fact it was almost a year that the two of you were together.

you stepped out of the bathroom, picking up your dress slightly to keep you from tripping. pulling open a draw in the cabinet, you picked up a nice kurta set for tom, one that you'd gotten him last week. it was a pretty navy blue, one you knew would complement his warm eyes.

"oh, hey, love, you all ready?"

you couldn't help but nod shyly, most of your attire consisted of sweatpants, so him seeing you dressed up made you blush a little.

"you look really pretty, y/n," he kissed your cheek. "i love the traditional look on you."

"thanks, tommy. now go put this on, i don't wanna be late. can't make a bad impression, now can we?"

he rolled his eyes playfully and took the items from you, before changing. in front of you, making you blush a bright red.

"what, darling? we literally have sex all the time," tom snickered.

"yes, yes, i-i know. shut up and hurry," you said, getting over your embarrassment and shamelessly checking him out.

"you're not very subtle."

"i don't need to be. we're dating, 'member? you're my boyfrienddd. and we have 'sex all the time,'" you mimicked. not giving him time to respond, you walked over to him, making sure it fit right. "this isn't tight or anything?"

damn, was he hot in that.

"nope. snug as a bug in a rug," and you couldn't help but snort at his childishness and the silly rhyme.

"cool, now say 'croissant.'"

"ouch, babe. so mean."

"mhm," you kissed him, and he caught you off guard, his tongue slipping in your mouth. it got slightly heated before you pushed him away, remembering you had things to do.

"woah, there, keep your dick in your pants just a little while longer."

"nooooooo," tom drawled, groaning teasingly.

"i didn't take all this time getting ready for you to wreck it in five minutes. you wouldn't believe how difficult it was to get this dress on."

"i bet it'll be easier to take off," he wiggled his brows suggestively.

"you can test that out once we get back home."

he helped you downstairs and to the car, as you terribly struggled to walk in the heels. after sitting you in the car, he got in himself.

"okay, tommy, when we get there," you spoke as he turned on the engine, "don't drink, they'll ask you if you want vodka and you refuse, cause it's a trick, got that? and, um... stay away from my aunts, well, actually, greet them, but not too much. because if you start talking with them, they'll make you spill things you wouldn't have said otherwise, it's kinda manipulative, but... in a good way. ooh! be funny, but not too funny, because then they'll think you're too funny, and we don't want that. and don't curse too much, they don't like that. but don't be uptight, y'know?"

"wow, okay, first off, angel, breathe. why are you stressing out so much? it's just your family, right? i've met them before."

"this is different, though. because it's diwali. and before it was just casual, and it wasn't for long. plus, that was just my parents. this is everyone. why aren't you panicking? you went crazy the first time you were about to meet them."

"'cuz if i panic while you're panicking, we'll be a huge panicky mess. only one of us can panic at a time. that's the rule."

you laughed.

"besides, they'll love me," he started as he looked over to you at the red light, "i know you do," tom murmured, leaning in.

"the light's green."

"aw, come on, y/n, you totally ruined the moment!"

"it would have been ruined anyways, angry drivers honking at us isn't exactly romantic, babes."

"yeah, yeah."

soon enough, with some giggling and talking, time went by and you reached. getting out of the car, you straightened up and smoothed your hair. "tommy?" you asked, glanced at him as you stood in front of the front door.

"yes, my love?"

"my family, they, um, they can be a lot, okay? they want what's best for me, they just don't know that it's you," he took your hands in his and opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him. "promise me something," you murmured.

"yeah?"

"they aren't going to break us apart. because i love you so, so, so, so, so much, and you mean the world to me."

"well, darling, you are my world, and i solemnly swear," he put one of your hands on his heart playfully, "that they won't break us apart. nothing will. and i love you, too," he leaned in to kiss you, but you heard laughing and shrieking inside as the door opened. it was your niece, raja, or your sister priya's son. he was 8 and the most chaotic gremlin you knew, aside from tom.

"ewwwwwwwwww! they were kissing!"

we weren't kissing, but we would have gotten around to it if you hadn't interrupted, butthole.

tom leaned down to greet the kid, ruffled his hair slightly. "hi, raja, i'm peter," he said, changing his accent. you were slightly surprised that he remembered, last night you'd showed him pictures of your entire family, explaining who was who (you had a big family).

"spider-man!"

"shhhhh, you can't tell anyone! or the bad guys will get us!" raja giggled, and you gently moved him to the side, kissing the little boy's hair. it was the sweetest thing ever, seeing tom interact with the kid that way, and it made your love and admiration for him grow.

"amma! we're here!" your mom and dad greeted you by the door, and you bent down to touch your mother's feet, before realizing that you didn't share this detail with tom. but as you looked over, he was doing the same, and you wondered how he'd known. you did the same to do your father and he did the same to your mother.

your mom looked over to your dad, clearly impressed.

"hi, beta. andar aa jaa. sab aa gae, tum-he aakhiree ho. (come inside. everyone is here, you are the last.)" she gave you a kiss on the side of your head and you moved over to hug your dad as well. "hi, tom," she smiled.

"h-hello," he stammered as your mother gave him a hug, and visibly, he was surprised. you held in a snicker. tom moved over to shake your dad's hand, and the older man inspected him before giving a curt nod and smile.

you took his hand and squeezed it gently, kissing him on his cheek to calm him down slightly.

"there you are," your sister beamed, "didn't know if you and your hotshot boyfriend would show."

you rolled your eyes and gave her a hug. "love you, too," pausing momentarily, "tom this is d-"

"dia," he smiled, "it's nice to meet you. i've heard a lot." dia was your younger sister, age 23, she'd found the one last year and gotten married to him just 8 months later.

"all good things, i hope?"

"mostly," you chimed in.

a man appeared next to dia and you hugged him briefly, too. (there was a lotta hugging.)

"hey, tom, i'm prakash. nice to finally meet you. big fan, by the way."

you felt a need to interrupt, "me too. he's my celebrity crush."

tom rolled his eyes playfully, adding, "i better be. and it's nice to meet you, too, mate."

the four of you sat down on the couch, joining everyone else.

"priya," your older sister introduced, grinning. "raja's mom. and this is aditeya, my husband." adi leaned over to shake his hand and tom greeted him verbally as well.

"siddhant, my younger brother, but everyone calls him sid." not to mention, very overprotective. (and your favorite sibling.)

sid gave him a once-over and reluctantly reached over for a handshake. "hey, thomas," he nodded, unamused.

"relax," you mouthed, "he's just protective."

you went on to introduce him to all your aunts and uncles, and then finally, have some snacks.

"we adjusted the spice level," priya said.

"and there's milk," you added.

"nah, don't worry, i love spicy food," he waved his hand nonchalantly.

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, considering that he couldn't eat any indian food you made, you always had to lessen the spices for him, but it made a funny first date, for you, at least.

he took a bite of the samosa andhis eyes widened as he swallowed it down. 16 pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly, waiting for a reaction."

"i-it's very good," he choked out.

"babes, you want milk?" you asked, knowing very well that he did.

tom forced a smile, "no, no, i'm good."

"okay..." you drawled. "enjoy then!" then you took a bite and beamed.

"i'm thirsty," you declared, to anyone willing to listen. then you stood up and strode into the kitchen, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

"you like him?"

you yelped and whipped around, seeing that it was just sid.

"shit, bro, you scared me! what the hell?"

"tom. you like him?"

"well, duh, why else would i be dating him?"

"how serious are you?"

"what is this? 20 questions?"

"just answer," he insisted.

"siddie, you don't need to worry," you said, knowing the childhood nickname would soften him up.

"i know, but-"

"no, look, trust me, he's... i think he's the one. he's been there for me like no one has. tom's so different, and not just a brainless actor. i know he'll keep me happy, and i also know that to him, i come before acting. he's made that a priority and showed that to me."

"i- okay. i trust you. and i'm happy for you," he leaned on for a hug, and once you broke apart, you poured the milk into the cup.

"who's that for?" sid asked. "you? did you think it was spicy?"

"no," you snorted, "it's for tom. he just won't admit he needs it." you walked walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, taking back your seat. you set the milk in front of you, taking a sip first.

the second you put it down, he grabbed it and chugged the glass, resulting in some stares and odd looks casted toward him.

"i- uh, i really, really love milk," he blushed.

"definitely breastfed," your mom said.

"is he really the one if he can't even handle the samosa?" one of your aunts chimed in.

someone got to it before you did, another aunt, "shut it, rashmi. always talking."

"oi, chup, (shush.) i'm looking out for the girl."

"how about you look out for yourself? oh, wait, you already did. and see how that went with akash?"

they went back and forth bickering, but you smiled, considering this as a win. who cared about what they thought? their judgement? yes, they were a lot and they were your family, but tom was, too.

you loved your overbearing family, and you loved tom.

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etoileholland · 1 year

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You should consider putting your requests in the tags so that more people see it! For my request, how do you feel about some domestic slow dancing in the kitchen to soften the reader after a disagreement or hard day? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you enjoy it 🥰

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

“How was your—”. Tom had asked when he heard you come in through the door, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud thud from your bag hitting the hardwood floor, followed by a long sigh. He paid close attention to the sound of your feet shuffling across the floor, and noted when he heard you flop onto the couch.

“Was your day that bad?” He inquired. His question needed no response when all you could do was grab a pillow, hold it to your face and scream into it.

“This may have been the worst day of my life.” Your face was still pressed to the pillow, making your response muffled. You felt the pillow being removed from your face, and watched Tom place it to the side of you. He was silent, but looked at you with empathetic eyes.

“I was late to work because I narrowly missed the tube, and then ended up getting off on the wrong stop, so I had to run 10 blocks to my job.” Your response was hurried, and you had to inhale a sharp breath before continuing. “And then when I got to work, the annoying coworker from upstairs told me that I had a stain on my pants, and at first I didn’t believe him, you know? But then sure as shit, there was a blue stain on the back of my pants, and I have no idea where it came from.” You sighed. “I don’t even want to think about what it could be. And then my boss yelled at me for being late, and I almost burst into tears right in front of him.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, and you looked up to the sky in hopes that it would stop the tears from producing. Tom, not wanting to interrupt, placed his hand on top of your knee.

“But the story gets even worse.” You added with a sharp tone. “I forgot to bring lunch, so I ran across the street to this kabob place, only to find out that my card declined for literally no good reason. I know there’s money in the bank but my card was acting up so bad, and I didn’t have enough cash to pay for it.” By now, the tears were falling down your face, but you continued on with your story. “So I ended up holding up the line until this nice lady paid for my food, and she gave me such a pitiful look.” You tilted your head downwards, letting the tears fall. The sniffles from crying were becoming frequent, and you knew that if you were to try to talk again, you would become a blubbering mess. Luckily, your day was okay after that point, but the events that occurred made you feel embarrassed.

Tom waited to make sure that you were done talking, and after a minute of waiting, he leaned forward and wrapped you in a long hug. He burrowed his head in your neck, and held you so tight that you were convinced that if he were to let go, you’d crumble. He held you as you sobbed, and rubbed soft circles on your back. “It’s okay love, I’ll always be here to console you after a rough day.”

His kind words made you cry harder, and you knew that what he said was true. Tom always listened to you when you’d come home after a hard day at work, and you were eternally grateful for him and his seemingly endless patience and kindness.

“I don’t deserve you.” You whispered.

“You do.” He whispered back. “You deserve all the kindness in the world.”

As the minutes spent in Tom’s arms passed, you were feeling better. When you were calm, you pulled apart from Tom’s embrace and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you so much.” You said softly.

“I love you so much more.” He answered, not missing a beat.

“I bet I look a mess now, with my eyes all red and puffy.” You chuckled while cracking a smile.

“You still look beautiful, but I will admit the snot bubble coming out of your nose is not a cute look.”

You playfully smacked Tom on the arm and broke out into laughter. “Rude!” You jokingly exclaimed.

“What?” Tom questioned in a playful voice. “It’s true.” He knew that the best way for you to feel better was to poke fun at you, which proved to be successful yet again.

“I’ll go get cleaned up.” You stated as you left the couch and padded towards your shared bathroom.

“Sounds good, I’ll prepare dinner in the meantime.” Tom answered.

—

Tom’s love language was acts of kindness, which is why he always insisted on making dinner every night. He wasn’t the best chef, but it was the thought that counts.

Tonight was breakfast for dinner night, and since it only took a few minutes to prepare an omelette and pain perdu, he waited until you arrived to start cooking.

You loved watching Tom cook, so you quickly washed your face and made your way into the kitchen. Taking a seat on the countertop, you smiled at how serious he looked while cooking. His arm muscles flexed subtly as he whipped the egg mixture and dipped the bread into it, before placing the bread in the hot pan.

You really couldn’t have asked for a better person.

“It’s rude to stare.” Tom joked.

“Well I can’t help it when you look like that.” You remarked with a smirk. Tom’s mouth curled into a smile, and he leaned over to give you a soft yet quick kiss on the lips before resuming the cooking.

He always played music while he cooked or did chores, which was something you also did. He usually played one of his many playlists, but today he chose a playlist that has soft, romantic music.

A song you quickly recognized began to play, and your face softened. It was Lover by Taylor Swift—which is arguably one of the most romantic songs in our contemporary era. The beginning chords played, and you began to unconsciously sway to the music.

Tom, noticing your movement, turned off the stove and held his hand out to you. “Shall we dance, darling?” He inquired with a smile, and you grabbed his hand as he led you away from the stove. He placed his left hand on the small of your back, and held your right arm extended outward.

As the song played, you both swayed to the melody and waltzed around the kitchen. Tom held you close, his forehead resting against yours. He was so close you could feel his eyes fluttering closed, and his lips ghosted yours.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close?

Tom tilted his head to kiss your lips, his touch soft and tender. He was such a gentle lover, and his affection was always so thoughtful. “You’re my lover.” He whispered to you, making you feel incredibly special.

“You’re my lover too, forever and ever.” You whispered back, breaking out into a giddy grin. “Thank you for always being there for me.” You leaned back just enough to see his face, and noticed how his gaze never left yours.

“I’ll be there for you, as long as you’ll have me.”

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clockwrkpendrxgon · 10 months

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WHEN THEY MAKE A HEART WHEN THEIR FOREHEADS TOUCH LEAVE ME ALONE

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yetanothergreyjedi · 9 days

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Matters of Trust

A Danny Phantom x Spider-Man (Tom Holland movies) Crossover

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The screen flickered slightly, distorting Danny's face even now, with years of minimal exposure. Tucker glared at it, he'd figure out a solution someday. "Nope, old settings were better." Sam affirmed, or critiqued? Both probably? Danny's form glitched again as he just threw his gaze up to the ceiling. "Guys." "I'm gonna get it!" "Sure you will," Sam shot back. "I got it too work when we had access too ectoplasm, I just have to... you okay Danny?" His mostly alive friend dropped his head on the table (desk? Workbench? Tucker hadn’t been there in a while) with a thunk. "Fucking billionaires." "Oooo what'd Vlad do?"

"Not him, this time." "Who? Do I know them?" "I don't know, do you know Tony Stark?" "Eh, I've been introduced before, I avoid him... did you meet him or'd he make some sort of rift in space again?" "He dragged the kid into the Accords thing." "Wait? Your kid?!" "Tucker you make it sound like I'm his father. I'm just helping him out." "Fine, your protégé?" Tucker was proud of his Vlad impression, it caused Sam to snort, and Danny to suppress a smile with a glare. Ah the spooky eyes, the bane of his system's existence. "Whatever, yes. Him." Danny reluctantly agreed. "If he made him sign something, I'm sure my parents have lawyers that can stand against Starks." "Thanks, Sam, but that's not the problem," "Then....?" "The fact that Stark brought a 15 year old to fight some ex assassins, supersoldiers, a powerful sorceress, and a literal giant. I swear if the kid hadn't been so excited about it..." There was a long moment of silence as they took that in." "You mean the red and blue guy, on the news—" "Is swingy oversized sweater kid, yeah..." Another long silence, that almost had Tucker checking to make sure the internet was still going... not that he knew what to say... "I don't know what to do, Stark showed up at his house, guys, his civilian ID's place of sleeping. And Spidey doesn't seem at all bothered by that!" "How'd he even find that out?!" "Internet, same way Tucker would." "But I didn't! Because you asked me not too." "Thanks, Tuck... on that note... could you..." "Sweep the trail up?" Why hadn't he offered to do that earlier? This whole problem could've been avoided if he'd just asked Danny if 'don't look into him' included cleaning up digital footprints... "Yeah, unless Stark already did..." "Of course, Is it better or worse if he did, do that?" Sam asked. "I don't know, if Vlad covered up finding me..." "Creepy." "Eww." "Yeah, but if Stark has good intentions and didn’t..." "Then he's an imbecile." Tucker said. Danny snorted, "Yep," "Right, so if I figure it out while sweeping I'll send that for your notes, and then forget I saw anything." "Thanks, Tuck." "And I've got the lawyers if you need them, just let me know." "Thank you as well. Sam." "Call more often, Danny, or Tuckers never gonna figure out this horrid glitch." "I will, love you guys." -Danny has left the call- ---

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Peter had never felt more angry at a wizard before in his life until this moment. Certainly a strange thing to think about as he walked tiredly through dark and dreary streets, but nonetheless, it was how he felt.

Doctor Strange- “Call me Stephen.”- had sent Peter Parker to an entirely new universe. At least, that’s what he believed had happened. There wasn’t necessarily an exact answer as to how he ended up here, only a who that was responsible for it. And right now Peter was very angry at that who.

Memories of Titan were shoved to the forefront of his mind, a planet scorched by the sun and catastrophically destroyed by war. It’s destruction was a product of the very war that Peter had been fighting before he-

His footsteps faltered as he remembered his death.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good–” Peter said with a shake in his breath as a sudden fuzziness started crawling up his limbs. His spider-sense was going haywire, overwhelming his senses and leaving the boy a stuttering mess. “I-I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening–” he said frantically as he stumbled to his mentor.

Tony Stark swallowed hard. His face displayed anguish that Peter didn’t want to see. “...you’re alright.” He said all too steadily, like a father comforting a child. When Peter got close enough, he clung to the man, feeling his feet get swept from underneath him in the wind. Tears pricked at the teen’s eyes, grip tight on Tony’s jacket.

“I-I don’t wanna go-” he said through tears, nose becoming congested from the surge of raw fear running through him. His spine tingled, and over Tony’s shoulder, he caught a glimpse of his own fingers turning into ash. “I don’t wanna go-” he repeated in a plea. “Please, sir, I don’t wanna go-”

Tony kneeled down, setting Peter on the ground. His hands never left the teen, and the teen never let him go. Peter swallowed roughly, forcing tears back as he looked up at Titan’s yellow sky. It wasn’t the blue one that he so desperately needed to see, the familiar sky of Earth.

He was far from Earth now, and he would never be going back.

Peter turned his gaze back to Tony, looking the man in the eyes and forcing his mouth to work once more. He needed to say something to Tony, tell him anything- he couldn’t let himself die like this in Tony’s arms.

“I’m sorry.”

Not without an apology delivered on the brink of death.

Everything after that was white hot, and he couldn’t recall a single second of his time after turning into ash. All he knew was that he watched Tony become a blur, and then a second later, he was gasping for air and clawing his way onto a rocky New England shore.

The puddle below his heavy foot splashed and soaked the ends of the ratty jeans he had fished out of a dumpster upon arrival. They were far too big for him and sat loose on his hips, but he preferred them instead of walking around in his Iron Spider suit, which still clung to his damp skin underneath his makeshift clothes.

He felt miserable, and if he was soaking wet for much longer, then he would surely be sick. Of course that wouldn’t be a big deal, considering his healing factor. It was still uncomfortable as hell, and he especially didn’t want to be sick in a strange city like this one.

The Gotham Gazette drew his attention, the soaking wet newspaper discarded on the ground up ahead. He hesitantly reached down, picking it up and holding back a wince at the feeling of the damp paper.

Most of the smaller words in the articles were already soaked and smudged away in the rain, but the title and a few headings still boldly displayed themselves. Fourth Arkham Break-Out of the Year. Wayne Enterprises Donates 1.7 Billion to Homeless Shelters Benefiting Crime Alley. Red Hood Busts Human Trafficking Ring in the Harbor.

This city, supposedly called Gotham, sounded rough. The Asylum was experiencing break-outs like a prison, there were known human trafficking rings… at least Wayne Enterprises seemed to be doing something to help the homelessness rates of the city. That was something that Peter had noticed as soon as he made it to the main city from the harbor- the amount of homeless citizens was vastly concerning.

A bit more smudged reading told Peter that it was April third of 2016- a whole two years before Thanos. Before Peter would die. The mere thought of his death once more sent an uncomfortable shiver up his spine, and he was now hyper aware of how dreadful this situation was.

Even worse, he was in New Jersey. Peter had never heard of Gotham, New Jersey, which felt extremely odd. A city with this much crime would surely gather the attention of the Avengers, or some other hero who could help.

Maybe that’s who Red Hood is, Peter thought, dropping the newspaper into a nearby trashcan and continuing his aimless walk. Part of him hoped so, since the person seemed to be doing good work for the city.

The smell of cigarette smoke assaulted Peter’s nose as he passed an alleyway, and he scrunched his face in discomfort. A quick glance that direction showed a group of men wearing stained and torn clothing sitting around a dying out trash fire. His heart gave a pained beat in his chest. Even a second around that small fire would likely warm his senses enough to find a safe place to spend the rest of the night.

Unfortunately for Peter’s senses, his mind was much more rational. These men didn’t know him, and they were much older than him. They likely weren’t keen on sharing, and since they were smoking, Peter didn’t want to sit near that smell for so long.

So he continued.

The teen wasn’t sure exactly how long that he walked, but the moon had shifted quite a lot from its initial position earlier in the night. He caught a glimpse of it through the dreary clouds every so often, rain pelting his face.

“Karen, what kind of info can you pick up?” he mumbled under his breath, and in response, he felt nanobots brushing around his ear until they had made a small bud for him to listen to.

“Hi, Peter. Currently I’m unable to grab any information from the internet, as none of my sources seem to have updated to our current geological location.”

Peter frowned at her response, sticking his hands into the pockets of the stained gray zip-up hoodie he had grabbed when he got the jeans. “That doesn’t make any sense, what’s your database looking like?”

“Looks like it usually does, Peter. However, nothing from my internal storages is aligning with any metadata that I’m receiving from this environment.”

“So.. nothing on Gotham, New Jersey?”

“No, sorry, Peter.”

Peter huffed through his nose, hearing the A.I. go silent in his ear. To anyone who looked close enough, it just seemed like he had one generic-brand earbud. Upon closer inspection, though, anyone could see the small trail of metal going down into his hoodie.

“Run a diagnostic, see what all is online. I’ll try to find you something with internet to connect to.”

The lack of response told the teen that she had started on the diagnostics, so he grew quiet too. He would rather people not think he’s insane for mumbling to himself under his breath.

Eventually, Peter looked up from the sidewalk and paused, a wave of discomfort washing over him. To his right was Gotham Public Library. All of the lights were off inside, but the outdoor ones illuminated a large clock-face reading 3:47.

To his left, a cemetery with tall black metal fences was emitting an eerie fog across the entire half of the street. It went down for at least another block. Just looking at the place of rest made a tingle rush up his spine and to his neck, buzzing there.

Breaking and entering was definitely a crime. Always had been, always would be, even in this city that isn't supposed to exist. Still, Peter was cold and tired, and he just needed to close his eyes for a little bit. If he would be breaking into anywhere, it would be somewhere with the word “Public” plastered above the front door.

Like the Gotham Public Library, how perfect. He skipped up the steps two at a time, standing underneath the large stone awning for a second to enjoy the feeling of no rain! It was great, but now he needed a way inside.

On the front of the building, all of the doors and windows were locked tight, and Peter frowned. Of course a city with this much crime would be under lock and key. He would need a different entrance.

As quietly and inconspicuously as possible, Peter Parker rounded the building twice, looking at windows and potential entrances. Eventually, on his second lap, he spotted a slightly opened window through the heavy rain. Parker luck be damned, he was about to be somewhere warm.

Scaling the wall was effortless with his spider abilities, and fitting through the small window was easy as pie. The boots of his Iron Spider suit landed on a tiled floor of a women's restroom (he only knew that due to the lack of a urinal). A quick glance around the space told him that the lights were motion activated, so he bit the bullet and went to the door. The blinding overhead light activated and he winced, giving himself a small glance in the mirror as he passed.

He had to backtrack his steps, eyes widening when he really took stock of himself. His skin was sheened with sweat and rain, and little cuts and bruises littered his cheeks and forehead. Unzipping the gray hoodie showed the damaged Iron Spider suit, and he frowned at the large gash across his side. It had broken skin, but stopped bleeding a while ago. He hoped it wouldn’t get infected, because even with his healing factor, those were still uncomfortable.

The worst part of his appearance was his hair. The semi-curly brown locks seemed to have gotten.. Longer? Usually he kept his hair cut clean at his ears, but now strands were wisping along the back of his neck. Strangely enough, a large strand on his hairline, right by his temple, was a chalky white color. Reaching up and feeling it revealed nothing, because it felt fine.

This only opened even more questions for the teen, who sighed tiredly through his nose. He just wanted to lay down somewhere. He would assess his situation more in the morning, when the sun was up.

Right now, nothing would make sense due to his exhaustion and temperature. Any thoughts of Doctor Strange, Titan, or Thanos just made him uncomfortable and made no sense. So he dropped it- for now.

Exiting the bathroom quietly, he glanced around. Peter was on the second floor of three it seemed. Nearby, two elevator shafts stuck awkwardly out of the wall. Across the floor, a big staircase would take him either down or up. In the middle of the floor was a big hole that looked out into the bottom floor, and when Peter looked up, he was greeted by a large glass dome.

On a sunny day, this building would be beautiful. He could already imagine it bustling with life. Assuming there was a college nearby, he could see different students sitting at the various tables, couches, and beanbags doing work or reading books of all sorts. This building just felt good, and was such a stark contrast from both the cemetery across the street and the city itself.

A quick surveillance walk around the second floor revealed that there were cameras, but none were active. There were no more motion activated lights either, meaning that Peter was free to roam without drawing any attention from the outside.

“Alright, Karen, let’s hook you up to a computer.” Peter said softly, metal boots padding against the carpeted floor as he walked to a large set of computers across multiple desks. He slid into a chair and typed in the guest login information that was written on a sticky note attached to the monitor.

Using his right hand, he loaded up Google. With his left, he reached down to the actual computer itself, feeling around on the front of the box until he found a USB port. Seconds later, the nanobots on his hands shifted and changed until one finger of the suit was plugged into the computer.

“Diagnostics are complete, would you like to hear them?”

“Mhm.” Peter hummed, typing with one hand and searching up a few key words. Avengers, Tony Stark, Spiderman, Captain America, Iron Man, and Wakanda all resulted in nothing useful. His brows pinched together in concern. None of this stuff seemed to even exist.

“Overall status is 42%. Your web shooters are at a combined capacity of 68%. Your suit sustained severe damage to the primary left side, but there is considerable damage located all over. The suggested course of action is to make repairs as soon as conveniently possible before joining another fight.”

“Thanks, Karen.” he sighed, not happy about the information. It wasn’t all bad, he had much more web fluid than he had originally anticipated. The damage wouldn’t be easy to fix without either a lab, or Tony. Both would be wonderful right about now. “You connected to the internet yet?”

“Yes, are you ready to hear my findings?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Peter Parker was in Gotham, New Jersey. It was the crime capital of the entire world. Despite its high crime rates, it was being watched over by a group of vigilantes, led by one called Batman. The others, with various bat and bird themed names, all worked as a single unit to keep this single city safe. They rarely ever branched out.

The Avengers did not exist. The closest thing was another group of heroes known as the Justice League, which was formed by Batman and two others: Wonder Woman and Superman. They were a heavy mix of people with powers, called Metas, and people without powers, like Batman.

Thanos did not exist. There was never an attack from him or his forces. Instead, there were other contacts with different races and species of aliens from all across the universe. Some of them were members of the Justice League now.

Spiderman did not exist. It didn’t take much to hack into public records, and there was never a Peter Benjamin Parker born in Queens. No one was ever bitten by a radioactive spider, and no one ever became Spiderman.

“Peter?”

He could hear her voice in his ear, but nothing was registering. The pure lack of anything familiar made a dreadful discomfort climb up his back, and his vision got a bit fuzzy.

“Peter, I’m picking up an increased heart rate as well as sporadic brain activity. Would you like for me to alert someone for medical aid?”

“No..” he mumbled. “....people here can’t.. They can’t know I’m not from….” he trailed off, leaning back in his chair and staring at the blurry white computer monitor.

“That you’re from a different universe?”

“..yeah, that.”

Peter’s stay in the library concluded with him taking a short nap in a soft green beanbag, and the lights flickering to life at seven a.m. He shot up from his light sleep, stumbling quickly to his feet. A worker was here, likely to get ready to open for the day. He needed to leave.

His dart across the second floor was silent thanks to his spider enhancements and the Iron Spider suit, and he climbed out the bathroom window without looking back. Maybe next time, he could sleep longer and do less research on his problems.

Looking around, things started to make more sense. This was a different universe. Sure it looked enough like his own, but there were small differences. Logos for big brands were slightly altered, celebrities looked different and some didn’t even exist. Catchy songs had different melodies, lyrics, artists, or even genres here. Why did Taylor Swift write “Bring Me to Life”? Evanescence had perfected that song!

Things slowly started to click into place as the sun rose over Gotham’s Atlantic horizon. He was in a different universe, and he needed a way to deal with all of this.

Peter had the itching feeling that going home was no longer an option. Even if it was, he wouldn’t know how, and there was no guarantee what would be waiting for him on the other side. The Guardians of the Galaxy all turned to ash seconds before Peter did- who's to say the same didn’t happen to his loved ones? To May? Ned? MJ?

The teen wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as he directed his path towards the more.. Higher-class side of Gotham. He wanted to get out of the crime-ridden areas as soon as possible. The quicker he found somewhere to get help without exposing his cross dimensional identity the better.

After sneaking onto three public buses, jumping a subway gate, and offering his seat on the train to a pregnant woman, he stepped out into the lighter side of the city. Entering a place that he noted on a brochure map as Bristol, he looked around curiously at the cityscape before him.

Here the sidewalks were new, the traffic lights worked, and there was greenery lining every corner. Fancy and expensive cars that reminded Peter of The Great Gatsby carted up and down the roads. Teens in navy blue school uniforms walked in the same direction, likely towards a school.

Getting enrolled in a school sounded fantastic right about now, because it would mean easy access to both information and a chemistry lab. Unfortunately, it was hard to get enrolled anywhere when you had no documents like Peter.

Instead, he turned towards the neighborhoods. One of these rich families had to have something good in their garbage. Some thrown out devices, good clothes, maybe even food that the picky kids were too biased to eat.

Honestly, Peter would take anything at this point. He just needed resources, even if it came from a rich man’s dumpster. As they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and in this scenario, Peter was dumpster diving from modern Kings.

The first few houses that he passed had long winding driveways, and sleek, modern buildings. They were boxy and dark, with too many windows. He could have sworn that he saw a pool in more than a few backyards through the slatted gates. Only one place caught his eye.

A large brooding manor sat on top of a slight hill, with a driveway comparable to a hiking trail. Its gates, while well kept, were obviously old. Likely the first gates and fences to be put on the property. Thanks to Karen connecting to the internet last night, Peter could ask her a few questions now.

“Who lives here?” Peter asked, standing in front of the gate and mentally debating how much energy it would take to scale it without triggering the multiple sensors he had already spotted.

“You are looking at Wayne Manor, home of Bruce Wayne and some of his children.”

“Only some?” Peter asked casually, grabbing a hold of the bars and starting to climb upwards. Sure, he was in broad daylight, but all the teens were at school by now, and any adults were either at work or still in bed, truly living luxurious lives.

“Yes, currently his sons Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas-Wayne, and Timothy Drake-Wayne live here. His other children include Richard Grayson-Wayne, Jason Todd-Wayne, and his two daughters, Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown.”

The amount of last names gave Peter a pretty clear image of what kind of guy Bruce Wayne was: and that was a playboy. He had lots of kids, only a few lived at home, and almost all of them had two last names. If the manor wasn’t so Victorian looking, Peter might have even dared to compare Bruce to Tony.

“Anything else I need to know about this place?”

“Bruce Wayne is the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, having taken over the company after his parents both died when he was young. He seems to have a tendency to take in orphans, as well as making hefty donations to public works projects. As for the Wayne Property, both the house and the fence are original. I am however picking up some sort of underground space, but there appears to be something blocking my signal.”

Peter landed on the other side of the fence, flat-footed boots crunching on the gravel. “Something blocking your signal?” he asked, starting his trek up the driveway. Learning this history was cool and all, but he was more interested in both the trash and that underground room? Space? Either way, he wanted to know what it was.

“Yes, I can’t get a layout schematic of the room. However, I did get one of the rest of the house. The first-floor study has a secret staircase going down into the hidden room.”

“Cool, I’ll keep that in mind if they ever invite me in for tea.” The teen joked sarcastically, picking up a jog to reach the house.

He avoided the front door, porch, and steps with a ten-foot radius, instead going to either side to check for trash cans. Upon finding none, he frowned. They were likely kept in the back, so he continued his search. The cameras and sensors definitely went noticed, but he paid them no mind. The Waynes would just see a homeless man dumpster diving, no big deal. He was sure it happened all the time in Gotham.

Success shone on Peter in the form of two industrial-sized green dumpsters, one of which had the top open. Peter sighed quietly in relief, approaching them and first, checking for any internal sensors. Upon finding one, Peter climbed in as silently as possible.

This was not his first time going dumpster diving, and he was sure it wouldn’t be his last, either. After the Battle of New York, Peter, May, and Ben had been temporarily homeless. This meant lots of dumpsters, shelters, and stretched thin dollars.

This also meant that Peter knew what to look for while diving for trash. Most businesses tended to use a strategy called “souping” to prevent dumpster divers, which was the process of individually opening and/or destroying any products so that no one would deem them valuable. Most private homes however did not do this.

A throat being cleared pulled Peter from his search, and he yelped in surprise, quickly standing up straight and looking towards the house. His tingle should have alerted him if anyone was around! Why did it not go off??

The man looking at Peter was a well kept older gentleman wearing an ensemble expected of a butler. The black suit and slacks were pressed to perfection, and even his white cuffs and undershirt lacked any sort of stain or evidence of wear. His hair was thin, balding, and a sterling gray. It used to be black. His mustache was perfect.

“...oh my, I hadn’t realized that you were a child.” The man’s posture and expression softened the moment that he took full stock of Peter. The teen frowned- okay he was small but he wasn’t that small.

“I’m sixteen, sir.” he mumbled, and Karen sparked quietly to life in his ear.

“Alfred Pennyworth. Former soldier during World War Two, and current butler for the household.”

Peter really would have enjoyed knowing that this man existed about ten minutes ago, so that he could have avoided the one man who probably knew everything about the property. Glancing down to the butler’s hands, he realized that he was carrying trash bags. That’s why the dumpster had been empty.

“I-I’m also sorry- uh I didn’t- look I can go-” Peter stumbled over his words and his feet, climbing out of the dumpster. His ribs stung when he arched his side, and he winced in discomfort.

“My boy, you are quite alright.” Pennyworth said quickly and calmly, setting down the two white garbage bags. “Are you injured?”

“I-It’s not a big deal, It’ll heal. I’m sorry about your– Mr. Wayne’s– uh- dumpster.” Peter said, feeling like a kicked puppy.

Alfred Pennyworth frowned, taking a few small steps towards Peter. Was he afraid that he would bolt? He really wanted to run, but he also really wanted to explain his way out of the situation. Maybe the butler wouldn’t call the cops if Peter explained.

“I’m not worried about the dumpster, dear boy, I’m worried about you. You are caked with bruises and blood.” he opened his stance a little, a move that showed comfort. He was trying to make Peter more comfortable. “May I know your name?”

Peter swallowed, licking his dry lips. He really wanted to ask Karen what the best course of action was here, but if he spoke out loud, he would seem insane. So he stayed quiet, hands curling up in his jacket pockets.

“Alfred Pennyworth has a record of being both trustworthy and reliable.”

It was like she read his mind. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and spoke. “...Peter.”

Alfred smiled gently, extending a white gloved hand to the boy. “Peter, my name is Alfred Pennyworth, but please, just call me Alfred.”

Peter reached out and took his hand in a timid shake, closing the distance between them. His hand was so dirty he almost felt bad about potentially soiling the glove, but then he realized that Alfred probably had a dozen more pairs somewhere in the Manor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth.”

The butler chuckled, grip both firm and comforting. Karen was right, this man seemed very trustworthy. Something about Peter told him that Alfred was his best source of help at the moment. It was probably why his tingle didn’t activate when the man stepped outside.

“Peter, might I interest you in a glass of tea? It won’t take long, and I’d like to check on any injuries you may have.” he offered carefully, slowly releasing the teen’s hand.

Peter chewed the inside of his mouth, glancing to the side of Alfred where the path wrapped back around to the front of the Manor. He could still run if he really wanted to.

But he trusted Karen, and Karen seemed to trust Alfred. Her judgment had never been wrong before.

“...tea sounds nice.”

#batman #spiderman #dc multiverse #marvel multiverse #marvel x dc #peter parker is trying his best #alfred pennyworth is the best #they will be happy #and then sad and angry #and then happy once more

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summer loving ⎸ t.h (teaser)

summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

wc: a nice intro with 1k words

warnings: none yet, maybe some jealousy, hiding feelings for one another, some fluff and a bit of angst if you squint

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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the summer breeze was warm, salty air as the sun met the water of the ocean. you sat down on the sand, hands brushing over the towel you had laid down so you didn’t get sand all over your clothes. you had been reading, enjoying the peace and quiet as the sun went down. occasionally, people would pass you and smile as they walked the beach with their loved ones or their dogs, but not many people bothered you.

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom.

you and your brother and the holland brothers had been best friends ever since both of your moms had you. you were all like one big family at this point, tom and his brothers being almost inseparable between your brother which would sometimes leave you to hang out with the mom. you we’re complaining, the boys would do their own things sometimes and you and the moms would go get your nails done together or go shopping.

but, the thing with tom was that he’s always had a soft spot for you. whenever the older boys picked on you or was a little out of line, he would always hang back to make sure you were okay or to wipe your tears away and to remind you that you’re ‘way better than those losers’.

which would make sense as to why you felt yourself growing attached to tom after the years went by, but this summer it felt different. a lot different. and you couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“hey,” he smiled, looking over at you, “knew i’d find you here. you’re always on the beach on your first day.”

you sent him a small smile back, “yeah, i enjoy the peace and quiet.”

his face dropped and he moved to stand again, “sorry, i can go if you-”

“no, no, it’s okay,” you reassured him as he lowered himself back to the ground, “it’s okay. was getting kind of lonely out here, i must admit.”

he nodded, looking down at the book on the towel, “reading anything interesting?”

you shrugged, “depends, would you find a romance between a hockey player and a girl he goes to college with interesting?”

he scrunched his nose, “you were always the one who was into sappy shit like that, no wonder you always hung out with the moms.”

you rolled your eyes as you both let out a laugh, “yeah, i guess so.”

you didn’t notice the way his eyes softened as he looked over at you and studied your side profile. tom was different this summer, and you thought it had to do something between him and his girlfriend breaking up, but he didn’t really seem all that upset whenever he was mentioned. you wanted to pick his brain, be his support if he was going through something.

but just like the other holland boys, he was stubborn as hell. you knew getting him to open up would be a battle. you figured he knew if he ever needed to talk to you, he could. it was unspoken, but the two of you were the closest of the rest of the kids, so it just made sense.

“you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you smirked over at him, catching him staring. he snorted back a laugh, fishing his phone out of his hoodie as he raised the camera to you.

you let out a laugh, covering your face, “i didn’t actually mean it!”

“oh, come on! i’m sure you’d love a candid to post on your instagram, make you look all sorts of mysterious.”

you shook your head, smiling at the camera as he snapped the picture, “perfect.”

“let me see,”

he snatched his phone back as he raised it over his head, “nope! for my eyes only.”

“tom! come on!” you laughed as you fought with him for the phone. he rose to his feet suddenly before wiggling it over your head.

“you gotta catch me if you wanna see it.”

you were suddenly up and moving, ready for the challenge. you chased him down the beach as the both of you laughed, the two of you tumbling into the sand in a fight over the phone once more. it was playful, teasing almost as he laughed at you. you hadn’t noticed you were on top of him until your eyes met. you felt your heartbeat quicken as he quickly looked at your lips before locking his eyes back with yours.

suddenly it was like the air grew thick, like you couldn’t breathe. you felt him place a hand on your cheek, the phone now long forgotten about as you let him guide you down to his face. his lips brushed yours, his nose pressing against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. you had been dreaming about this happening for years, your heart pounding against your chest as you thought about what it’d finally feel like to kiss tom holland.

that was until a voice pulled the two of you apart, you scrambling off of him in efforts to hide the fact that you were about to kiss him.

and there stood sam with crossed arms, an unamused look on his face, “dinner’s ready. the moms want you two back.”

“yeah, yeah, we’re coming.” tom said, his own head spinning as he looked over at you. you sent him a tight lipped smile as he offered you his hand to help you up out of the sand.

“thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing your things from the spot you had been sitting at.

“yeah, no problem,” he said, “c’mon, the dinner rolls are the best when they’re fresh out of the oven.”

you nodded, following him back up the path and to the house wondering how you got into this situation with the oldest holland boy.

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