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ne0nlightzz · 2 years

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Yo! this is basically any and all info for my page and writing /story requests!! [Fandoms,"Rules",DNI,ETC]

since that's why i started a tumbler acc, because the writing community on here is actually seeming pretty large and you can never try to put yourself out there on to many platforms with a writing aspect,right?...

well actually you can and that's why i wasn't even aware that i had a qoutev account for nearly a year when i went to go make a new one and was logged into that one on my laptop but ykyk.

•ACC RULES•

Basic acc rule- all of my soicals are LGBTQ+,OSDD/DID,SFW Agere/Petre,Furry and neurodiverse friendly but if you're homophobic or toxic i most likely won't hesitate to block your ass!:]

STORY REQUEST RULES

I WILL NOT WRITE-

Pedophilia

anything sexual with a kid-

ITS A CHILD WHY DO YOU WANT THAT IF ITS BELLOW 18 AND NOT HOW OLD YOU ARE AND YOU ARE YOUNGER THEN LIKE 14-15 GET SOME HELP MATE ITS A ISSUE-

Overly toxic relationships- like if that's the whole story im uncomfy writing that because its just- its not my best to write i guess-

I WILL WRITE

[its not actually that may rules,i just over elaborate and it makes the list seem long-]

Just about any relation ship[BxB/MxM,GxG/WxW,Poly,romantic,platonic]

I do write xReader stories [for the fandoms listed below] but at the moment i will only write Male-Reader, FTM-Reader or Gender neutral-Reader because there's just not enough of those and because that's what I'm comfortable with as I'm still newer to writing xreader/self inserts and stuff

I can write 'smut' but ive never actually tried because haft way through im just kinda have a whole "wtf did i just write and what will my friends think of me if they find this" moment but please request that with whatever you want but keep in mind i won't write sexual shit for children or family- im trying to stay sane here and am a minor, man, sorry.

platonic or romantic relationships

angst[god im getting go at writing angst- its weird],fluff,those (sorta weird n random) sexual but not scenes-

G0re- [i want to try writing g0re so bad ngl- because how dose one write g0re and make it good?-/injury ig

Okay lets be honest ill write just about anything but

ill try to write GxG but I will not be writing xfem reader at the moment,I'm personally uncomfy doing so because it makes me dysphoria horrible

anything outside the fandoms i have listed for requests [if its not there ask bc i might make acceptions]

weird ped0 and sexual minor/child shit[once again its a childddd ill write you a cute lil fluff sibling or parent figure thing but not anything that's illegal n gross<3]

if its a aged up AU ill think about it but won't 100% write it,ill really have to think about it

i just want to experiment with writing different things and learn different writing techniques so i can maybe find what exactly i enjoy writing the most and i feel like this would be a good way-

•FANDOMS•

Fandoms i will write for!

Supernatural

The Black Phone

The Lost Boys [yk that old vampire movie? love it-]

Creepypasta

Marble hornets

IT [all of them- also the bowers gang- I'll write for them 100%-]

FNAF/Afton's [yeah that can go downhill VERY FAST]

The owl house/Gravity Falls [yes, I'm aware imma nerd but give me a break- there good shows]

Ninjago[ill only write for season 1-3 atm because im re-watching it after god knows how long and can only remember those seasons atm]

Sander sides [does this even have an active fandom anymore?]

Marvel/Spider man [Mainly Iron man or Spiderman because they are like my comfort characters- i also write for both the Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield Spiderman !!Not the actors but the character!!][spider man is now my gender-this is a joke,please don't attack me-]

those are my main fandoms that i will 1000% write for and below are some that I'm a bit iffy about writing for[like I'm not iffy about possible writing about a demonic triangle]

OHSHC[once again, is there even a fandom for this anymore?-]

TBHK

idfk- im not rly a anime person anymore and can't think of anymore fandoms that im still semi-apart of-

DNI

Basic criteria[Anti-LGBTQ+, Abelist, Racist, Sexist, ETC]

Ped0/MAPS/Zoophile

Fake-claimers [yk who u are]

Anti-Agere/Petre[i get it if you don't rly vibe w/ it but don't go bashing a coping mech man- it's not a kink or smt, just a way to cope and usually involuntary-]

Under the age of 13

Proshippers/Fujioshi/Girls who fetishize bxb n all

MASTER LISTS/MORE

My writing socials masterlist [you can find all my bigger works there]

Fandom masterlist

About me

My general socials masterlist [my other socials like Spachey and others]

EXTRA INFO

I'm dyslexic and that's sorta self-explanatory and explains any grammar/spelling errors in my work. While i do try to edit and catch all mistakes and errors sometimes they slip past me and don't get corrected, there for my work sometimes has a few minor errors but nothing that should actually affect the quality of my work a ton.

I[rarely]use slurs i can reclaim and will only use ones i can reclaim in my work[and that the character can reclaim- unless for drama purposes-] but I WILL NOT USE SLURS I CAN NOT RECLAIM!

I do work on my own individual story's aside from fandom shorts/oneshots so i don't always work on fanfics and sometimes have to take time for those stories!

To quickly address smt I've had issues with

While yes, I do fully support the agere/petre community's I'm not actually a involved part of them anymore due to personal issues and no longer finding it a safe place personally, I rarely regress and slip into headspace and only am a caregiver to one long distance little who is a close friend.

And while yes, I am open to writing 'nsfw content' that's not what I'm about, while yes I'll do it, I will never write anything not sfw for the agere community and want this to be a place for all kinds of people and stories. I want to write agere stuff but also don't want to have to keep my blog 1000% sfw because I write a few comfort n age/petre stories- but I also don't want to make my blog 100% nsfw because I rarely write that and part of why I do is being I'm hypersexual due to past personal stuff.

How many times did i say "while yes," in this? -

Yes.

PLEASE REQUEST- I LOVE GETTING WRITING REQS SO MUCH!!

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uglypastels · 3 years

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Trying to stay up until Tom comes home x

In the cab :)

Tom had texted you that about twenty minutes ago. You had almost immediately responded with a Can’t wait to see ya xx as you lay on the couch with Tessa. The only light in the room was the Christmas tree that Tom had insisted you put up yourself.

He didn’t want you to miss out on the Christmas atmosphere, but he also thought it would have been nice to come home to it already up. It was giving off a soft and warm light. For the extra measure, you put on the Fireplace simulation that was Netflix, so the fire was crackling softly under the melodies of various Christmas songs. Your mug of hot chocolate was now empty and stood on the coffee table and you felt at peace.

It had felt like a good idea to get comfy while waiting for your boyfriend to come back home, but quickly you realised your mistake. You had gotten so warm and comfortable, that very soon after, your eyelids started to feel heavy. You could barely keep them open. You just noticed that you received another message from Tom, but your tired eyes could not focus on the words. You tried to reply but you had no idea what keys you were pressing.

Tom walked in through the door a few minutes later, to the sound of Tessa’s happy tap-tap-tapping and barks. He quickly got down on his knees and shushed her.

“Shhh, princess, gotta be quiet yeah. Don’t wanna wake y/n up, do we?” The dog wagged her tail, probably not in response.

Tom had figured out you had fallen asleep or were at least about to, from the cryptic message you had sent him. None of it really made sense, which meant that you were either developing a new tongue, or you were so tired, words weren’t even processed through your mind and you thought you had just sent him a normal message while really, it was an “asdf” short from a key smash.

He walked into the living room to the sight of the Christmas tree in the corner. The golden lights reflected in the different coloured baubles. You had been watching Netflix, but it turned off the show you were watching as the TV screen showed “are you still watching FIREPLACE FOR YOUR HOME” Tom chuckled to himself, of course, that’s what you had put on.

And then there was you, wrapped in a thick blanket, curled up. Tom wanted to take a picture but he knew you would get mad. But you looked so cute. It was barely even visible that it was you since only the top of your head was poking out from all the layers.

He picked you up gently, not to wake you up, and made his way to your shared bedroom. You stirred lightly in his arms and blinked before opening your eyes properly.

“Tom?” you croaked, not fully awake.

“No, it’s Santa,” he whispered, laughing a little at his own dumb joke. You smiled but then also followed it with a sigh.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, Tommy.” At that point, Tom had reached the bed and lay you down carefully. You got under the sheets, ready to fall back asleep. “I’m really aaaah sorry,” You yawned throughout.

“Don’t be darling, it’s late, you didn’t even have to try to stay up for me. And seeing you there on the couch, looking so cute, might have even been better than you awake.”

“Rude,” you mumbled, making him chuckle. Being grumpy and sleepy did not work for you.

He kissed your forehead and quickly got undressed to join you in bed. After months waiting, he could finally wrap you in his arms and fall asleep listening to your soft sounds and your heart beating in sync with his. He was finally home and he couldn’t have wished for a warmer welcome back.

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writingsbymarie · 5 years

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Shameless Part 2: Secrets

prologue Part 1

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: Kissing, fluff

A/n: i really know nothing about mobs lmao

You woke up, your eyes fluttering open. The sun leaking from the open spots of the blinds soaking your skin. You slowly sat up to see tom in front of the mirror buttoning up his shirt giving you a glimpse of his sun-kissed abs. You watched as he buttoned the shirt slowly, and all you wanted to do is go over there and unbutton it. You made eye contact with him in the mirror blushing, and looking down at the white sheets. As angry as you were in the situation you were in you couldn’t deny that your new man was gorgeous. His toned chest, strong arms, and kissable thin lips. You had also heard stories from others that he was a god in bed, and well you didn’t doubt it.

“You're up” he noted turning to face you as he buttoned the last button on his shirt. “Did you sleep well”?

“Yeah” you mumbled rubbing your eyes and then brushing your hands through your hair.

“So, I know this is out of the blue, but there is this ball or dance that's tonight. Its a fundraiser, and we need to be seen in public, so everyone believes this is true” he rambled playing with his hands.

“I think I'll have to pass” you sighed. Not wanting anything to do with the mob bullshit.

You never wanted to be part of this, but unfortunately, it was looking like you werent going to have a choice in the matter.

“Yeah that's not, really an option” he replied walking closer to you. “We're leaving at 6 pm, there is a dress in the closet for you, I am not asking you to come, I’m telling you your coming, so you better be ready to leave the house by 6 pm” he purred touching you bare shoulder dragging his hand down your arm softly giving you goosebumps.

“You don’t control me, Tom,” You whispered standing up. You were so close to his body you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You put your hand on his chest dragging it down. Silently wishing there was no shirt blocking his chest. “But since your dad scares the living shit out of me, and I don’t want to die or get physically tortured I will come with you. You felt his body tense up at the touch of the hands making you blush, and quickly remove your hand. You walked away towards the bathroom closing the door. You leaned against it sliding down the down into a ball putting your head into your hands. Your head pounded as you thought of what your life was about to become. After the mobs know you and Tom are really together you'll have a target on your head. You slowly stood up turning on the shower. You removed your clothes stepping into the glass door. You stepped under the hot water steam rising from your body. You grabbed the soap rubbing it all over you closing your eyes taking a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.

It was around 5:00 when you started getting ready. You weren’t sure how you felt about the whole outfit he picked out for you though. It was a black dress that fit all your curves. You felt sexy in it, but sexy, well wasn’t your thing. You would have some bursts of confidence, but you tended to not have self-confidence when it came to being alluring or seductive. You get too nervous and you come off more like a clumsy awkward girl. You curled your hair. Applied some light makeup including mascara, eye shadow, and foundation. You added lip gloss to your lips because you hated lipstick. Every color you ever put on made you look like a clown. As you were applying the lipstick Tom appeared in the doorway putting one arm up on the frame leaning against it. You could have sworn you saw him checking you out as you glanced at him through the mirror. Your face went bright red.

“I’m glad I picked that dress you look ravishing” he purred walking towards you. Somehow you got even redder. The heat coming from your face was making you dizzy. You were 19 and he was 23. He was older, more mature, and for some reason that made him ten times hotter. It not that you haven't had a boyfriend before. You were a virgin though. You had done little to nothing thing sexual, because your parents were crazy, and had you basically locked in your house because they didn’t want you to die probably because they needed you to be a pawn for their game. You hated that.

“Thanks” you breathed as he came up behind you. You turned, and your chests bumped, and you took a step back looking down at your feet.

“Turn around, I have the perfect necklace for you to wear tonight, and I have your ring, you'll need to wear this tonight,” he said lifting your hand to slide the ring onto your finger. He put his hand on your waist lightly spinning you around so your back was to him. He held a diamond necklace in his hands. He put the necklace on clipping it in the back.

“Perfect” he mumbled, stepping back from you. He gestured for you to follow him. You grabbed your purse and placed your phone into the bag. You walked out of the bedroom trailing a bit behind Tom. You werent the best at walking in heels. That you could admit. You looked down at the ring on your finger. It was beautiful. That you couldn’t deny, but you were upset.You were tourn because you would never get a marriage proposal, never have a real wedding, and never get to experience falling in love. That was all taken from you, and it made you sick. You were stuck in your thoughts your body in autopilot when you bumped right into Tom.

“Sorry’ you sighed. Picking up your purse you dropped. You were at the front door walking towards the limo. Tom opened up the car door for you. You gave him a soft smile muttering a thank you as you entered the limo. You moved yourself to the window seat buckling yourself in. Tom was seated right next to you, and next to him was Harrison. The car rolled away from the castle making this the first time you left your prison or your home since your father dropped you off that dreadful day. As you watched buildings roll past you thought about escaping. Running away and never looking back. Starting fresh with a new name sounded like the best idea in the world, but you would never be able to live with the guilt because if you left your parents blood would surely be on your hands. You were so caught up in your dream world in your head that you didn’t realize the limo had stopped. Tom tapped your shoulder snapping you out of your daze. You opened the door of the limo stepping out feeling the fresh air on your skin. You looked up at the building. It looked like a 5-star hotel. It was gorgeous with a lit fountain liting up the garden below it. You began to walk towards the door Tom right next to you. Your hand brushed his and you blushed but tried to act casual. Harrison opened the 2 doors to the entrance, and that when Tom interlaced your fingers. At first, you pulled away but he whispered in your ear.

“Were supposed to be married just go with it” You nodded your head. Interlocking your fingers again. His hands where clammy. He seemed a bit nervous. So were you though. Anxiety was coursing through your veins. He leads you through the halls to a large ballroom. It was so crazy that although this was the mob in the public eye they were saints doing fundraisers like this. He took you to a circle table releasing your hand to pull out a chair for you. You sat down pulling your dress down over your thighs feeling overly exposed. One of your legs were bouncing up and down. Your hands shaking slightly. You were terrified that they wouldn’t believe the marriage, and that would result in the death of people on your side of the mob. Which would include your parents? The Hollands were extremely powerful and threating with death was their specialty. You had figured out in the past day that the reason your father sold you off was to save your family's life. It was either this or the Hollands would obliterate the Y/L/N mob. Tom noticed your anxiety and put his hand over yours squeezing it. He leaned over asking you a question.

“Do you want to dance” You swallowed, nodding slightly. You hoped you could make this looked convincing. You grabbed his hand and he leads you to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your back, and you lifted your hands to his neck. You both swayed to the music.

“Are you okay?” he asked He sound genuinely concerned.

“Not really, I don’t want this Tom,” you said backing away from him releasing your hands from his neck. “All of this, always being a target, having to worry about my every move, being trapped in your castle”.

“I know” he sighed grabbing your hands putting them back around his neck. “I didn’t want to be forced into marriage either, but this is what had to be done so I can take over. We have no choice in this matter. We can't risk seeing other people, because we could ruin this all, so let's just make the most of it, I’d love to get to know you”. Your mind was racing with thoughts. Part of you wanted to slap him, and the other wanted to spill your whole life to him. You nodded looking down at your feet. It was a long silence before Tom spoke up. It was honestly a pretty awkward moment. Like when you are talking to your middle school crush and you have no idea what to say.

“So what's your favorite color,” he asked out of the blue. You looked up from the ground giving a small laugh.

“Maroon, I like red, but I’m more of a fan of darker colors they look better on me, what about you” you responded

“Blue, like the color of the clear blue oceans, those are gorgeous” he answered, making you laugh. “What” he questioned looking at you like you were a little crazy.

“Idk I was just expecting your favorite color to be red like the color of blood, or black like the color of your soul”

“What do you think I am some emo middle schooler who listens to screamo, I’m a future mob boss, not a psychopath” he laughed.

“Eh, I guess I was expecting something less innocent” you trailed off. “Favorite animal”?

“Dogs, 100%, I don't think I could ever love anyone more than I love my dog”

“So you’ve got a soft spot for dogs. Noted” you giggled. “Mine is the Tiger they are fierce, majestic, and beautiful like me of course,” You said as you flipped your hair dramatically making him laugh.

“Does that mean you're a cat person, because then we probably have to get divorced because I don’t do cats” he joked making you laugh.

“I prefer dogs over cats so I guess our marriage still stands” you smiled tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“And also you are beautiful like a tiger” he interjected

“Thanks” You replied as your cheeks turned bright red. Heat radiating from yur skin like you were sunburnt.

You and Tom talked for a couple more songs, you even danced for a bit. He spun you around, and you attempted to do the tango, but the almost lead to you falling to the ground and left both of you in hysterics. You were actually having fun with him which was the opposite of what you were expecting. So you could conclude with you and your husband actually had some things in common. You both were dancing in the middle of the dance floor when he pulled you closer to him. Your body tensed up as your foreheads touched.

“Just go with it” he whispered, and then he placed his lips on yours. Your eyes were wide open and you froze. His lips were soft and warm. After a couple of seconds, your body relaxed into the kiss and you're melted into his arms. You slowly moved your lips against his pulling him closer to you. You tugged on the ends of his hair causing him to groan. You pulled away from the kiss to breath resting your head on his shoulder. He used his hand to lift your head up, and he whispered into your ear.

“How about we leave this, say you're sick and go have some real fun, I know the best clubs around town. And an ice cream place with the best ice cream you'll ever eat.

“Lead the way Holland”

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anuschkalova · 5 years

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Light In The Dark

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: All you want is some relaxation after a stressful day. But your neighbor upsets your plans as he decided to workout - half-naked.

Warnings: none Word count: 1,610

>>Life isn't just about darkness or light, rather it's about finding light within the darkness.<< - Landon Parham

You didn’t know how this got out of hand, but here you were:

Sitting on your bed at 10 pm, dressed in a silky nightgown with spaghetti straps and waiting for your neighbor to appear by the window opposite the street.

It felt wrong watching your neighbor work out half naked, but also - and for this very reason - exciting.

It had all started three days ago. You'd just come home after a stressful day at work plus a very exhausting Pilates class. So you performed; after a nice hot shower; your relaxing-ritual, which included changing into your comfy clothes, removing your makeup and grabbing a bowl of your favorite ice cream.

"Much better", you sighed as you sat on your bed. Taking a spoon full of peanut butter chocolate goodness, you spent the evening by watching a movie on your phone.

Well, that was the plan. Because shortly after the movie's intro, something else caught your eye. You looked up and glanced out of your window and there he was - your naked neighbor.

At first you'd thought he had just taken a shower and averted your gaze immediately.

Oh my god! Is this really happening?!

A little embarrassed, you allowed yourself another glance and were greeted by his naked and muscular back. To your defense, it was hard to not look at him as his illuminated window was the only source of light in the night's darkness. And so must have been yours.

Suddenly, you felt a knot of panic growing in your stomach at the thought of him seeing you like that - baggy clothes, messy bun and a big ice-cream bowl in your hands. Not a good first impression.

You peeked over your glasses, trying your best to keep your head down, but he was gone. It would have been a lie to say that you didn't care, because all you wanted was to take a closer look at him.

So needless to say that a wave of relief washed over you when he all of a sudden appeared. He'd stood up from the ground, walking around his room while stretching his arms. You watched, and saw him go down again.

That was the moment you'd realized that your neighbor wasn't naked, but half-naked while seemingly working out. Pondering what to do, you quickly closed the curtains before he got up again. Your heart was beating way too fast and a glimpse at the full-length mirror next to you revealed your blushed cheeks.

How could a stranger have such an effect on you, making your knees turn weak just at the sight of his toned body?

You blamed your 22-year-old-virgin-ass for that. It was all your hormones’ fault for acting like a teenage girl and dressing up for him since that incident. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help it. In case you would see him again, you’d replaced your oversized white T-Shirt and old sweatpants with a slinky nightgown. Bless your best friend for donating that piece to you.

Finally, after two days of no sign of life, the room of your neighbor lightened up. On cue, you gave the book in your hands your full attention, swirling a strand of hair as you read. You secretly hoped that he saw you - at least you had turned on the ceiling light instead of the table lamp.

Suddenly, a vibration sound made you look on the display of your phone. You unlocked it and tapped on the new message. It was your friend.

>>And? Is Mr. Nudie in sight?<<, she wanted to know and you smiled.

Of course you had told her about your discovery. Besides, it was said best friend who had equipped you with your new sleeping outfit. She was as excited as you were. On her demand, you had to provide her with every single detail when you saw him again.

>>Yes.<<

>>Oh my god! Okay, good luck. Tell me about it later.<<

Still smiling, you put your phone away and dared to raise your gaze. Your neighbor stood by his window and you froze. It wasn’t due to the fact has his ripped upper body was exposed, because you were already used to that.

No.

You were petrified with horror, because his eyes were directly set on you. Or so you thought.

He had both of his arms up, leaning against the window with his face directed to you.

Even though you wanted him so see you, it was overwhelming. Time seemed to stand still as your shy gaze admired his soft curled chestnut hair. You couldn’t see his face, but you guessed him to be around your age.

You noticed that he didn’t move and it made you nervous. Should you do something?

He stayed like that for a while before he went back to his workout. You sighed. Turning the unread page of your book, you watched your neighbor lifting some dumbbells. After two sets of twenty repetitions, you came to a decision.

Ignoring your wildly striking heart and any doubts, you stood up and slowly approached your window. With your hands on the windowsill, you openly savored his appearance - how his abs deliciously twitched every time he lifted the dumbbell; or him shaking his head to get the sweaty curl out of his face. Each move left you crave for more and you asked yourself - was meant more?

You watched as his repetitions got slower, until he stopped. With anticipation filling your body, you monitored your neighbor closely walking to his window. This time, you were able to tell that he was good-looking.

It was hard to see from afar, but you swore that his eyes had the most alluring dark brown shade you’d ever seen. A smile flits across his face and you couldn’t defend yourself against its power.

Then, he raised his hand to wave at you.

You took a deep breath and waved back.

God, you were flirting with a man whose name you didn’t even know. But at that moment that seemed irrelevant. All that mattered was the addicting rush of adrenalin that pumped through your veins.

He pointed out his index finger, signalizing you to wait as he disappeared. You used the time to retouch your hair, bringing enough volume to your roots and nibbling on your lips so they were flushed and plump.

Around a minute later, he came back and held a piece of paper against the window that said:

Tom.

Your heart skipped a beat. Tom. His name was Tom.

You spun around, eager to find a pen and something to write on. And after you successfully wrote your name on the backside of a notepad, you showed it to Tom. He smiled; the kind of smile that turned your legs into pudding and you imagined some cute wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.

The piercing ringing tone of your phone caught you off guard and made you visibly flinch.

Jesus Christ…

A look at Tom’s wide grin confirmed your fear that he saw it. Annoyed, you turned your head to spot your mom’s face on the display. Crap, you had totally forgotten about her weekly call! You glanced one last time to Tom and waved goodbye.

Maybe you misinterpreted it, but his slouched shoulders made you believe that he was rather sad about your early leave.

„Hey, Mom!“, you beamed as you picked up her call. It took you acting skills to hide the disappointment linger in your voice.

„What took you so long? Are you busy?“, she asked. That was typical of her - always worried.

„No, I was at the bathroom“, you lied and blushed. If only she knew the truth.

„I see. So how have you been?“

Slowly but surely, Tom became a part of your everyday life.

As soon as the night fell and darkness laid its veil among the world, it was Tom who brought back some light. No matter how stressful or bad your day was - Tom would always cheer you up. He seemed to sense your emotions and did his best to distract you from whatever burdened you.

He even did a handstand and back flips once to put a smile on your face. And it worked.

It was Wednesday, somewhat around 5 pm when you got home and were greeted by the two huge rubbish bags in your kitchen. You were supposed to take them out yesterday, but you were too exhausted for any physical activity. Including meeting Tom by the window.

Sighing in defeat, you grabbed the two bags and made your way outside. The garbage containers were thankfully close to your door and so you were more than relieved as you got rid of the weight.

Closing the lit of one of the containers, you heard footsteps behind you.

„Look at that, she is alive!“, a male voice said and you frowned. Was he talking to you? Just to be on the safe side, you turned around to face a young man with curly brunette hair.

Silence dominated and your confused expression made him laugh.

„I thought I left a lasting impression, love.“ The nickname made your face heat up. And as the stranger threw his own garbage bag away, it hit you.

Standing face to face, you didn’t recognize him right away, but the familiar sparkle in his brown eyes and profile of his face left no doubt.

„Tom?“

His thin lips curled up into one of his breathtaking smiles.

„Yes, love?“ __

Masterlist

#tom holland #tom holland xreader #tom holland imagine #tom holland reader #tom holland x you #spiderman #peter parker

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deepinsonder · 5 years

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little talks | tom holland x reader

pairing: tom holland x reader request number one: hi, can you please do a tom holland x reader, one please. reader is a makeup artist, cute and fluffy. warnings: my attempt at fluff? notes: try not to cringe? for my sake.

2 weeks, that’s how long you had been a makeup artist for Tom Holland. 2 weeks and you were still nervous about stepping foot into the same room as him. 2 weeks, and you had hardly had a conversation with Tom. Every few words shared between you and Tom would be the Epitome of awkwardness. It was as if every time you walked into the makeup trailer, your ability to make simple conversation disappeared and all you were left with was a few ‘okays’ and ‘we’re done’s’. It never really bothered you that much, and you sure as hell didn’t know if it bothered him, but sometimes you felt terrible. Sometimes Tom would actually try to make an effort to talk to you, and all you would do was smile or nod.

You walked into the make up trailer for the hundredth time to be only greeted by a gust of cold air. Usually, Tom was waiting for you, but it seemed like you would be the one waiting. You put your bag down and took out your phone. You figured that if Tom was going to be late, you might as well be productive, and scrolling through Instagram seemed like the perfect time-consuming activity. Before long, a voice bought you to an abrupt halt from liking random pictured.

“Aren’t I normally the one in the chair?” Tom asked with a small smirk on his face.

“shit, sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” you responded, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I play spider-man for a reason, all that spidey stealth’s paid off,” he replied with a smile on his face.

“haha, very funny. Now use some of that spidey stealth into this chair,” you chuckled, while looking at your watch, your smile dropping a little, “we’re running 10 minutes late,”

“Yeah, sorry about that,”

“no, that’s quite alright,”

Tom took a seat in the chair, and you moved to his side, applying the base coats first and then working your way up. Being a make up artist for tom was easy. He had bright skin, and he clearly exfoliated. It was quite obvious, the more you looked at his face you realised that he had better skin then you. You looked away before he noticed you looking at him for longer than ever intended. After a couple minutes, you were done and before long Tom was out the door, giving you a little smile and a wave he walked down the steps, and you watched him walk away from the trailer.

You sighed as you started the clean up all the makeup ad brushes. Instead of driving home like you usually would you decided to stay on set for a little bit. Working as a makeup artist for a co-operation as big as this one had its perks. You could sneak your way into scene rehearsals or meet a few of the cast.

You stepped out of the trailer, shut the door and let your exploration begin. After a couple hours and a few coffee’s, it was time for you to do Tom’s make up for the second scene. You were nervous, you weren’t exactly sure why. Perhaps it was that you had finally had a conversation with Tom and you were scared that he was going to want to talk again, what were you going to say? Thoughts and questions racing at you because you were nervous. Was it merely nerves, maybe there was something more? You pushed the idea away before it could develop and explode.

It was unprofessional and not something you wanted to be known for. Sure, Tom was attractive, and sure you had googled his name a couple of times, but that was all business. It was just pure curiosity, right? Before your thoughts could manifest, even more, you had arrived at the trailer.

You stepped through the small wooden door to find Tom already there. You were surprised to say the most, he usually would keep you waiting for at least 30 minutes, but today he was here. And he was on time. Maybe he wanted to talk to you through god gets a grip Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N,” Tom said with a small smile as he looked up at you, this time not from his phone but from one of your books. Your favourite actually. You looked at the book and then up at him, saying a short hello you shifted your way toward the makeup.

After a few moments of extremely awkward silence, you decided to say something, “How do you like the book so far?”

“Hmm?” Tom asked, not fully listening to you, the book pulling him further in, “Oh! Yes, sorry. I just saw the book and thought wow nice book. So I picked it up and started to read, I’m really sorry. It’s an excellent book, I didn’t mean to, IF you-”

Before Tom could ramble any further, you decided to stop him not wanting him to feel bad, “Don’t worry about. It’s a great book. What’d you think about the main character?”

“Not a big fan of him,” Tom answered with an affirmative glance at you.

You gasped as you pretended to play as if you were hurt “Gosh, how dare you? He’s amazing.”

“How?” Tom questioned as if you were delusional.

“he’s a sexy, 6’2, with a great personality and great humour.” You stated.

“Sure, Sure. He’s a grade-A dick who sleeps with half the village and settles down after falling him love after one a week.”

“That's the best part about him. He changes!”

After about 20 minutes of laughs and talking, it was time for Tom to get back to filming. He was already late, so you sent him off on his way after a quick goodbye.

You began to pack your things, smiling slightly, remembering the things you had talked about. Maybe you were going to like it here. Maybe Tom wasn’t as bad you thought he was.

End OF Part One.

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peterparkyourassonme · 5 years

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mr. hot stuff; tom holland [rewrite+new chapters] ONE

pairing; tom holland!teacher x student!reader word count; 4.4k summary; mr. holland is a fairly new science teacher at the readers high school. she might be surprised when she finds out her inappropriate crush on him is mutual warning; teacher x student NOTE; I am rewriting this series. this is the old first two chapters edited and rewritten into one longer chapter. same will follow for the unedited chapter three and four next week. after I’ll post a complete new chapter. ENJOY! my other work| part two | three

‘Bye mom’. You step out of the car and wave your mom goodbye before shutting the door behind you and sighing. First day of school, senior year. The only thing you have to do today is pick up your schedule and get introduced to new teachers all day. The first day of school isn’t ever that bad. It’s not a lot of work.

You walked up to the doors when you got a pat on your shoulder. ‘(Y/n)!’ Your best friend greets you. ‘Oh my god, (B/F/N)! How are you?’ You hug her closely. ‘Well, first day of school, eh’ She gives you a half smile. ‘Same’ you laugh together. You hadn’t seen her in a while since you have been working most summer. Of course you had some sleepovers and you went shopping together, but it hadn’t been the summer you dreamed of.

(B/F/N) looks to her side where her eyes meet one of the cutest teachers in the school. Well, not one of the cutest. The cutest. ‘Mr. Hot stuff has returned for another year’ (B/F/N) comments as you watch him walk into the school. You always call him Mr. Hot stuff, because you both hadn’t picked up his name over the last year. Neither of you had had him as a teacher. ‘Let’s get our schedules’ You say. (B/F/N) nods and hooks her arm with yours.

‘We barely have any classes together!’ You exclaim. ‘This is cruel’ (B/F/N) yells. ‘We’ve got to at least have science together, right?’ You ask with a sigh.

Senior year will suck if you don’t have classes with (B/F/N).

‘I don’t know, I have science from..’ She looks over her schedule. ‘Mrs. Johnson, damn it. I hate her’ (B/F/N) says with a disappointed expression on her face, the poor girl despises Mrs. Johnson.

‘Let’s see… Mr. Holland? I’ve never heard of that teacher. It does mean we don’t. have. science. together..’ You say, clearly annoyed. ‘You have got to be kidding me. I gotta be honest I have no clue who that is.’ She says disappointedly. (B/F/N) and you chatted a bit before the bell rang.

‘Shit, I gotta go. See you at lunch’ (B/F/N) says to finish off the conversation and speeds off into the crowd. ‘See ya’ You softly say, but she’s already to far away to hear.

You sigh and pull a hand through your hair. Who knew the first day could have such a disappointing start. You didn’t really want to go to class now. So you stand still in the hall, staring and thinking at and about nothing, waiting for the crowd to become smaller. You sigh once more and turn around.

Crash!

You walk headfirst into someones chest, losing your balance and falling to the ground. Seconds later a hot liquid spills over your head and onto clothes. You gasp in pain. On your way to the ground you had twisted your leg, in result you sprain your ankle. You reach for your foot. ‘Fuck’ you curse under your breath.

‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ a British, male, voice speaks up. British? You wipe the drink, that appears to be hot tea, off of your face and look up to look Mr. Hot stuff right in his eyes.

‘Are you okay?’ He asks and squats in front you. You feel your face heat up. You and (B/F/N) had been drooling over this man since he had first entered the school. Never had you known his name, age or the subject he teaches. Or even that he’s British.

‘I think so. My ankle hurts.’ You say and looked at your ankle. His eyes widen in worry. ‘A- and I feel a bit dizzy’ You add. ‘Uh-h I’ll take you to the school nurse.. let’s do that. Can you stand up for me, love?’ He seemed really scared. Like he was about to be fired. Or something like that.

He holds out his hand for you to take. You shiver at his touch. His hand folds tightly around yours. He tried to pull you up, supporting your back with his other hand while you tried to balance on one foot. ‘Okay, now try to stand on your other foot, slowly’. He supports you by holding you around your waist, your arm was around his shoulder. You put your foot down on the floor and bite your lip in pain. ‘Maybe we shouldn’t do that’ He comments, seeing that you’re definitely in pain. You both chuckle at his comment.

‘Do you know where the nurses office is? It’s my second year and-’ He started rambling about that he hadn’t visited the nurse before. ‘It’s close to the gym’ You say. ‘That’s.. all the way across the school’ He concludes and combs his hands through his hair in frustration. ‘Is it okay if I…?’ He gestures towards your body with his hands. ‘Hm’ you hummed and nod yes. He scoops you up and carries you to the nurses office.

You couldn’t believe it. Your life isn’t that exciting. And here you are in the arms of “Mr. Hot stuff”. It’s the craziest thing that had happened to you at school ever.

His body was warm and tight. His torso pressed against the side of yours. One of his arms is underneath the cavity of your knees and the other supports your back. You hold onto him, arms around his neck. You don’t even know each other, but it could’ve been more awkward. You tried not to lean your head on him, that’s a bit weird in your opinion.

You and Mr. Hot stuff had rushed into the nurses office. Luckily there was no one else. ‘Oh girl, what happened to you. You can sit her down there, handsome’ The nurse winks at the teacher that worriedly carried you to the table. The school nurse was a very sweet middle aged woman. ‘We were b-both in a rush and I knocked her over when we walked into each other. She must’ve twisted her ankle and she said she feels a bit dizzy and-’ She stopped his rambling and starts taking. ‘Okay, now get out of my office she’s gonna be fine’ The nurse says.

‘She is? Great, that’s great’ He sighs in relief. ‘I’m gonna try and catch up with my class, are you sure she’s gonna be okay?’ He had moved to the door opening, leaning on it. ‘She’s gonna be just fine’.

‘Okay, good. Again I’m so sorry for causing this’ He gestured to you. ‘No worries’ You say. He gave you a dashing smile before disappearing. The nurse started to look at your ankle.

‘Was that your boyfriend? He must be a little older than you’ She commented. You chuckled at her comment. She gave you some aspirin. ‘I’m pretty sure he’s a teacher, but I have no clue who he is or what he teaches’.

‘How’s your head?’ She asks. ‘I’m not dizzy anymore, I just have a bit of a headache’ you rub your head. ‘Your ankle will be fine, you take a quick nap right here to cure your headache and you’ll be good before next period.’

•••••

After an hour you were woken up and carried on with your day. At lunch you told (B/F/N) what had happened and she flipped out. Before you knew it eight period rolled around, science from Mr. Holland. You finally get to find out who he is.

You get to the class and when you finally got to the door to give Mr. Holland a handshake you were face to face with that dashing smile once again. He shook your hand before realizing it was you. ‘Mr. Holland-’ he starts and then realizes it’s you. His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up again. ‘Hey, you’re okay’ he lets go of your hand. ‘Yeah, got some aspirin, am doing fine’ you smile. ‘Good, I was kind of worried’ he scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. ‘I’m (Y/n), by the way’.

•••••

You were on the phone with (B/f/n), talking about Mr. Holland or Tom, as you’d like to call him. ‘It’s been two months since I first entered his class and I’m failing, because he’s distracting me. Not on purpose, but still. He is just so hot. And he’s a great teacher, but he’s an amazing person as well’. You say. ‘Maybe you should transfer,’ You both start laughing. ‘I’ll admit I’ll never do that, please don’t transfer I love your Tom stories’ she says. ‘Me too hah- I’m sorry I have to go my mom’s calling me’

‘(Y/n)!’ you hear your mom from outside your door. ‘What?’ You ask as you open the door. She storms into your room with your grade list on her phone. ‘I got an email from school and it’s not looking good. Do I need to take your phone away again? Or should I give your house arrest? You decide. Is (B/F/N) in your science class, because honestly this is just ridiculous. She must be distracting you. She’s exactly like her mother, god.’

‘Mom I’m doing the best I can!’ you go against her. Your mom started rambling about (B/f/n).

‘Well, she’s not the distraction’ you mumble to yourself. You look back to your mom.

‘She’s not even in that class!’

‘Well, you better fix this’ she pointed at you and was about to close the door. ‘I will gosh’. You held the doorknob and slammed it in her face. ‘Stop being so disrespectful!’ She yells once more before you hear her stomping down the stairs. ‘Christ’ You say with a scrunched up face.

•••••

‘That will be all, class dismissed’ Mr. Holland says. Students raise from their seats and rush out the door. You take all the time you need to collect your notes and pens. You hang your bag over your shoulder and leave your seat. ‘Bye Mr. H’ you were about to walk out of the classroom when Tom stopped you.

‘Actually (Y/n), could you stay back for a second?’ Mr. Holland asks. You feel your face heat up and you start to stutter. ‘Yeah, yeah sure, what for?’ you put your back down again and take a seat at one of the lab tables. He took the seat next to you.

‘(Y/n), you haven’t been doing exactly great in my class. And I get it, science can be boring and difficult, but I believe that you can get through this year with a little bit of a push. So I would like to offer you tutoring sessions after school or in free periods’ He proposes.

Tutoring sessions. “great” you think. It’s not like you were gonna say no. ‘Sure. I hope it’ll help boost my grade’ You say. ‘It will, trust me.’ He smiled at you. Butterflies rushed through your stomach. Just because of that smile. Than it occurred to you. You’d get to spend extra time with Tom, just the two of you. Now that’s not too shabby.

‘What time do you finish classes today?’ He asks you. ‘Around four’ you respond. ‘Hm what about tomorrow?’. ‘Two thirty’. He sighed. ‘Would you mind showing me your schedule?’

‘Oh not at all’ you say and pull your phone out or your pocket. ‘We could meet up on Monday and Friday. On Monday I’ll go through all the new information with you and on Friday we’ll go through everything we did throughout the week. Sound good?’ He looks at you. A little curl of his hair gets out of the grip of his hair gel and fall onto his forehead. You admired how precious he is. And nod in agreement.

‘Bye Mr. Holland, thanks for the offer’ You wave goodbye and walked out of the door he was leaning against. ‘Anytime (Y/n). I’ll see you in class’ He smiles at you as he watches you walk away.

•••••

You did not think the tutoring was gonna help, but it actually did. Your mom hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to you when your grade raised. She was too busy with other things to focus on you at the moment. At first you didn’t know, but after a while your parents sat you down and started the conversation that flipped you life around.

‘We’re getting a divorce.’

As if it couldn’t get any worse. It’s such an unfamiliar situation to you. You don’t know how process it. The next week sucked. Since you didn’t get a good nights rest, you weren’t able to focus on anything. You don’t tell (B/f/n). You aren’t ready. It was a form of denial. Class was a blur. You did not care about anything. You just want to go home and hide in bed.

You looked at the clock. In five minutes class would end. You watched the hands of the clock tick every time another sixty seconds passed. ‘Class dismissed, have a good weekend everyone.’ your Spanish teacher says and snapped you out of your trance. ‘Finally’ you think to yourself.

You walk to your locker to get your coat. You put some of your books in when you hear your name echo through the now empty halls. You turn your head around. You see Tom at the end of the hall with his bag in his hand, his coat hangs over his arm. With he other hand he waves at you. ‘I was gonna get some tea, do you want any? Free drink am I right’ He asks with a little wink.

Shit.

You forgot it’s Friday. You have tutoring today. You hold the air in your lungs back so you won’t rudely sigh. ‘I’d like some coffee if that’s alright?’ You give him an apologetic smile.

‘Naturally, I’ll see you in 5 minutes’. He walks away and you sigh deeply. Tears build up in your eyes. You sigh once more, wipe away your tears and slammed your locker door shut.

You walk into the classroom you and Tom had planned to meet. When you walk through the door you bump right into him. You fall to the ground and he falls right on top of you. Tom tilts his head up. He looks at you and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. ‘Are you okay?’

You nod yes. He gets up with a grunt and then pulls you up. ‘Bit of a deja vu there’ He chuckles. ‘Well, it actually happened before’ You laugh with him. ‘I’m glad I don’t have tea with me this time’. You both laugh and get inside.

•••••

‘Y/n are you with me?’ Tom softly snaps his fingers in front of your face. You pull your head up from your fist and you removed your elbow from the table. ‘You’ve been a little distracted today is everything alright?’ He puts a comforting hand on your upper arm. ‘I’m fine.’ you flash him a weak smile.

Tears prickled your eyes.

‘You’re clearly not. (Y/n) what’s going on?’

He squeezes your arm and turns his upper body towards you. ‘I don’t know..’. you mumble. ‘Is it about a guy? Or a girl that’s fine too. You’re doing fine in school so uh’ He rambles on.

‘My parents are getting divorced’ You clear the air. ‘Oh’ was all he said. ‘And.. ‘ you hesitate on opening up to him, but you decide to anyway. ‘my mom is acting crazy and it’s driving me crazy. I’m tired all the time, it doesn’t matter how much sleep I get. I haven’t really been seeing my friends that often because I have a job after school and well, these tutoring sessions two times a week. Everything just seems like it’s working against me.. I-i’ You wipe away a tear and sob. Your look down at your fidgeting hands as you sigh, tears falling from your eyes. Tom’s jaw was dropped and his eyes were soft.

‘Oh my god this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry’ you say and loathe yourself.

He wasn’t sure of what he was about to do, but he just went for it. ‘No it’s okay.. c’mere’ he softly says as he reaches forward to you. You move with him and you both stand up embracing each other. Your hands creep around his waist and you rest your head against his chest. His arms travel around you and rest above your arms. One of his hands hold the back of your head. The side of his head was pressed against the top of yours.

Ever since Tom had bumped into you that first day of school he felt there was a special connection between the two of you. The tutoring sessions had made his feelings grow stronger and stronger. He knew it was wrong , but he couldn’t help himself. The time had finally come where he could just hold you tight and keep you in his arms without feeling guilty. The feeling that he was doing something extremely wrong. That would disgust others.

He inhales your scent and strokes your hair. You keep sobbing against his chest. ‘It’s gonna be alright’ He whispers and sways you from side to side.

You stand there for awhile, hugging, you sobbing, him whispering things to soothe you. Your heartbeat starts to settle and your breathing pattern stabilizes. You pull away from him even tho you don’t want to. ‘I’m so sorry’ You immediately say and wipe away your tears. ‘No, no it’s okay’ Tom says and lets go of you.

“I want to be here for you, (Y/n). I see you’re going through a rough time and I’m here for you, I can help you through this” Thoughts like these bounced around his head, but he kept them there. ‘Let’s call it a day’ Tom gestures towards the studying equipment on the table. You nod with a smile.

Tom closes up the classroom and walks you to your locker as if he was one of your friends or a fellow student. You were deep in conversation and hadn’t even realized you were already at the door. He holds the door open for you. You smile at the gesture and walk down the front stairs of the school. Tom had to go to the parking lot and you had to go to the opposite direction since you didn’t have a car and the bus didn’t drive at this hour. ‘I have to go left’ You say as you were about to say goodbye. ‘Wait, are you walking home?’ Tom asks. ‘Yeah, I mean it’s just a thirty minute walk’ You shrug.

‘Let me give you a ride’ Tom offers. ‘Mr. Holland, you don’t have to-’ You politely decline. ‘I know, but I want to. I’d rather get you home save’. He smiles at you. ‘Okay, I guess’ you gave in and walk to his car with him. ‘Nice ride’ you compliment him on his car. ‘Thanks’ he says with a chuckle.

Silence falls during the car ride. You had been on the road for about ten minutes. ‘Thank you Mr. H-’ you weren’t finished yet, but Tom cut you off. His eyes were focused on the road. One hand on the wheel the other on his thigh. He had gotten out of his blazer so now he was wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Curls dangle upon his forehead. It was a pretty hot sight. ‘You can call me Tom i-if you’d like’ He wanted to slap himself. “Smooth one” he thinks to himself. ‘Sure. Thank you.. Tom. For helping me and being here. A-and for the ride of course’. You say with a little smile even tho he couldn’t see it. Your face as red as a strawberry. ‘Of course, anytime (Y/n). If there’s something that’s bothering you or you’re not feeling well, know that I’m there for you.’ The soothing words smoothly came out of his mouth. You smiled down at your lap.

•••••

Weeks had gone by. Your parents were still fighting a lot and you couldn’t wait for this divorce to be done and one of them out of the house.

It’s Monday and you are in your tutoring session.

‘(Y/n), as much as I enjoy our sessions I don’t feel like you need them anymore. We honestly don’t talk about science anymore’ Tom says 10 minutes in. No. Nooo!, you didn’t want it to end. You had gotten to know Tom over these weeks. He is a 23 year old science teacher from London. He transferred to the US because he got offered a great deal here and it was always a dream of his to live in America. He has 3 brothers and a dog named Tessa. He always dreamed of being an actor, but his passion for teaching was bigger and since he was quite the genius he graduated early and became a very young teacher.

‘How’s things at home tho?’ He keeps the conversation going. ‘Not great. They just yell all day. About nothing. “You parked your car to far away from the house, asshole” you imitate your mother. ‘Language’ Tom says trying to come off as serious but he starts laughing soon after and so do you. ‘Just imagining having to go back there today.. it’s exhausting’ you sigh.

‘(Y/n), since we’re done with science.. I uh.. I could- we could grab a coffee or something. I know a place just out of town’. He had you at ‘we could’. ‘I’m sorry that must’ve sounded disturbing. I mean you wouldn’t have to go home for like another hour or so. ’ he suggests. ‘I’d really like that, actually’ you smile up at him.

‘You go get your stuff, I’ll pick you up at the lot exit. So no one gets suspicious’ he awkwardly chuckles. You couldn’t blame him you both knew he was right. You nod and go to your locker.

You stuff all your books into your locker so your bag won’t be heavy. You take some lip gloss out of you bag and apply a thin coat of the glossy liquid while looking into the little mirror on your locker door. As you swipe the brush against your lips a thought occurs to you. “You’re technically going on a date” The thought makes you blush. “A date with a man. An older man. Who is you’re teacher. He can lose his job (Y/n)”. You think. ‘Shit’ you whisper. But you decide to just go with it and be selfish for a little while.

Tom took you to a nice and cozy cafe. Very warm. Much like an idea of a home. You sit in a booth, knees touching. ‘I hope this isn’t.. weird for you’ he said and looked at you while sipping his tea.

‘I mean being here with you is great.. it’s good, but I mean thinking of the way we’re connected it is pretty strange, isn’t it?’ you responded and took a sip of your own drink. ‘True. As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable-’. ‘You’re not. We connect on some kinda level which makes this feel, normal? Like we know each other really well. Like you aren’t my teacher’ You lowered your voice as you mentioned his position. You both were comfortable, but of course it was a little awkward. ‘I feel that too. That connection’ He said. You glanced at each other and both looked back at the table.

You and (B/f/n) had been growing apart over the last few weeks.

“You’re always away. Working, having issues with your parents, studying or being all over Tom” some examples of what she had cried about before. “I have to earn money, my parents are getting divorced and I have to keep working on my grade. Mr. Holland is helping me with that!” You stressed his name. “You don’t even think about our friendship anymore.” “(B/f/n), once the next break is here and the divorce is done I’ll have so much time. We’ll have so much time together”

“I don’t have time to wait” she said coldly.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your mouth opened in shock.

“You can go find a new best friend. I would tell you to go fuck yourself but why don’t you go fuck Tom instead” she walked to your front door and looked back once more. “And when you do fuck him, let me remind you that he’s 23 and you just turned 17. He’s an adult, you’re a minor. he’s your teacher, you’re his student.” She opened the door before walking out she said; “What you’re doing is illegal”. With that she walked out slammed the door behind her.

“Screw you!” You yelled back, but she was gone.

‘So how are you and your friend uh.. (B/f/n)-’ he snaps his fingers in front of his face as he remembers the name. ‘- how are you two?’. You cringe, because of the mention. ‘I can go find a new best friend.. in her words’ you chuckle thinking about her. How stupid the fight was and how you miss her, even tho she was being quite a bitch. ‘So not good, huh?’ he gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head no. You and Tom keep talking. About deep stuff, but also about nonsense. More than an hour had passed and you both had some drinks. Tom looks down at his watch and asks for the check. You reach over to your bag. But Tom insists on paying.

•••••

‘That was fun’ Tom says as you’re driving back. ‘Definitely. It was the highlight of my week.’ You say with a smile painted on your face. ‘Well, maybe..’ he mumbled. One of his hands is on the wheel another clenched into a fist and presses against his face as his elbow rests against the window. ‘maybe we should uh.. we should do it again sometime?’ his voice pitched as he asks you. Your smile widens and you grin. ‘What? I couldn’t understand you, your hand was in your mouth’ You tease him. He lets out a soft laugh at your comment and hangs his head down with a smile. ‘I asked if you wanted to do it again sometime, maybe?’ he coughs to steady his voice and removes his hand from his face and waves it around. ‘I’d love that, Tom’. His eyes widen and his eyebrows raise. ‘Well, how about we do it on Monday on tutor hours? You don’t need it anymore anyway’.

‘Sounds like a plan.’

sunday night 9:30 pm

I got some work to do. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow ;) - thomas

Ugh same I still have some homework to do. See you tomorrow! :))) - (Y/n)

••••• IM BAAAAACK, again. It’s been over a year since I first released mr. hot stuff and I love this series. I was sad about the fact I never finished it. life got in the way. but since it’s summer I decided to put some life back into this story. but i want to start fresh. if i’d just upload part five no one will read it since people who read it probably don’t remember. so im rewriting this and putting more thought into the character, story line, grammer.. and hope to deliver quality content. I decided to mash part 1+2 and 3+4 together so they turn into 2 larger chapters. And a new part is coming! you can expect part two next week. im glad im back.

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have a lovely night and I’ll see you soon <3

-sab

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starkissedtom · 6 years

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heart of the home — p.p.

summary: in which they discover home isn’t a place, but each other.

warnings: literally just the fluffiest thing ever, peter parker being so loved (it’s what he deserves).

wc: 1.2k

IT LEFT YOU feeling breathless, so breathless with timeless love, looking at him like this. Bars of honey-coloured sunshine were filtering in through the open window, through the gap in the gently swaying curtain, and dancing across his skin with gracious glory.

It highlighted each freckle of starry loveliness, each dip and curve of his high cheekbones and carved jaw and pouting lips, each rise and fall of his chest; everything about him glowed in the rays of the morning sun, and you couldn’t look away. You were entranced.

There was a kind of feeling of alleviation settling itself deep in your chest. Maybe it was the fact that it was officially the first day of summer break. Maybe it was the sounds of Queens coming alive under the rising sun; the sounds of music on every street corner in time with the melody of singing birds. Maybe it was the warm breeze ever so graceful as it danced its way through the open window.

Maybe it was the sight that, when your eyes first opened in the early morning, left your lips turning up and your breath catching in your throat. Peter Parker, the boy that had the embers of your beating heart candescent and bright, always.

And there he was, so unaware and lovely. His eyelashes rested so delicately against the top of his cheeks, soft breaths slipping from his barely parted lips in a rhythm. He looked ever so peaceful, so ethereal and angelic in his natural glow.

A soft breath escaped through the gap between your lips, one saturated with such delicate happiness. You wondered with awe how he did it, how he always managed to make your heart lighten and your smile blossom even when he was doing something as simple as sleeping next to you.

His hand, that wasn’t tucked behind his messy bed hair of chocolate curls, was reached out towards were you lay - his fingertips ever so daint as they were wrapped loosely around your fingers. It might’ve been where your hands found each other’s during the night, just like they always did.

And then you decided that you craved more than the faint touch, and you slid your fingers between the gaps of his with an assuring padlock of love so you could breathe again. God, what did he do to you?

You felt as light as a feather with lifting attentiveness when you moved closer to where he continued to sleep the morning away. You didn’t have to go far to be within the radiating warmth of his body, not since the two of you had to cuddle so close anyway to even remotely fit on his single, bottom bunk bed.

Your lips found his clothed shoulder, pressing the softest linger of a kiss, before your forehead rested itself against where your lips had touched with innocent love only seconds before.

Cuddled up to his sleeping form, your hands linked with his and your face buried in his arm, you felt so warm. He smelt of honey and hazelnuts and all things lovely, and it made your head spin. Everything about him felt like -

Home, you thought.

That was how Peter awoke that morning, with you pressed up close to his side and clad in his tshirt and hands intertwined loosely and lovely.

He drew his arm from your gentle hold, lifting it up and over your sleepy form and wrapping it around you, delicately bringing you into his hold and close to where his heart beat for you. You let out a quiet hum, settling into the warmth he radiated. It only took a few seconds to draw you from your doze, your eyelashes fluttering tiredly and a small yawn slipping from your lips.

You peered over at your boy only to find his dark eyes of love already looking down at you in utter adoration. A sleepy smile lifted the corners of your lips up, feeling weightless and happy to be waking up in his arms. You hoped that you had many more mornings in which you woke up like that. God, you hoped.

“Good morning,” You whispered, leaning your temple onto his shoulder before affectionately cuddling up to his figure.

“Morning, my gorgeous,” He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, the innocent pet name sweet in his raspy morning voice as he turned his head to admire you.

Your cheeks heated up with a tint of rosy pinks under his adoring gaze of soft smiles and heart eyes, and you hid your face in his chest shyly. “M’not,” You denied, the words muffled in the fabric of his tshirt.

He heard you regardless, and dug his fingers into your side lightly to tickle you. You let out a squeal, your hand rapidly moving to stop his offending actions and your body moving to sit upright just in case he decided to do it again.

You held his hand away from you, but Peter managed to wrangle it so that your fingers ended up locked with his again - a soft smile resting on his lips. You looked like a dream, he thought. Imagine waking up next to you every day.

The thought brought a blissful smile to his lips, and his other hand reached up, fondly tucking a stray hair behind your ear with affection. “You are,” He spoke quietly, love etched between each syllable and the conviction made you truly believe it.

Your heart swelled immensely, your eyes shining and your features glowing. Your hand, held lazily in his, tugged firmly and pulled his body up into a sitting position. You met him in the middle, your free hand letting your fingertips delicately run down his jaw and your lips pressing against his.

Peter’s arms moved around your body, squeezing you tightly against his chest as he moved his lips to the rhythm of yours. He dropped backwards suddenly, pulling you with him as his back hit the mattress with a bounce.

You couldn’t help but giggle feverishly against his sweet lips, trapped in his arms and his teeth tugging ever so lightly on your bottom lip with a grin of sunshine. Peter wouldn’t let you escape his cuddly grip, revelling in the lovely bubbles of laughter and happy grins that resembled everything beautiful in the world.

But then you swiftly swung your leg across his waist, your hands planting themselves on his chest and laughing at the playful pout that decorated his pink lips. Peter’s hands instinctively moved to your waist, hoping to keep you close to him on that summer’s morning.

Perching in his lap, he watched in adoration as you giggled attentively from above him - your hair a complete mess, your cheeks blazing with hot reds, and glowing in the sunlight like an angel. Everything about you, everything, reminded him of -

Home, he thought.

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peterpumpkinparker · 5 years

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Getting Better |2|~ River Lea

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2000

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“Parker,”

his last period’s teacher stated plainly, barely loud enough to be heard over the yell of the rowdy teens.

Peter picked up his tired head, his brown eyes looking up tiredly. The teacher’s stony face was evident with sternness as she looked upon the paper in her hand.

Peter’s stomach erupted with butterflies as he jumped up quickly. Did he do it?

He raced to her desk, signing a paper with tingling hands and looked at the paper, a hint of pale blue on the borders of the crisp white edges. His heart raced and his hands rubbed the soft interior of his sweatshirt as she looked at the paper with a face of steel.

It felt like an hour (when it was only a few seconds), but the stern woman handed Peter his report card.

“Not bad Mr. Parker,” she stated with the smallest hint of a smile, “much better than last semester. Just make sure you keep it up.”

Peter looked at the small sheet, the angry butterflies in his stomach transforming into what felt like soft clouds.

“Um uh- yeah, of course,” Peter replied as he still stared at the paper in disbelief.

He walked back to his seat, thumbing each letter grade in each class. A smile played on his lips- mostly B’s, and a hand full of A’s. Much better than last year- towards the end of that year, when being his alter ego was getting a little out of hand, he was skipping classes and not doing work, which resulted in him almost failing. He had worked tirelessly to start paying attention in class again and getting his grades back up- and to his surprise, he actually did it. Now he just had to do it over and over again throughout the year. But he would manage. Nothing in the world was going to make him repeat what he did last year.

In his transfixed state of self pride over his report card, Peter wasn’t paying attention to the clock, which was unlike him. Peter was the kid who counted down the seconds before the bell rang, his jitters making him tap his foot furiously on the floor or rap his pencil on his desk.

The shrill period bell rang, declaring the school day was over. The kids stampeded out of the room as the teacher yelled out about the test next class, Peter being the strangler. He stuffed his pencils and paper in his semi-new backpack, then carefully folding his report card and placing it in the pocket of his jeans. Peter nodded a goodbye to his teacher, and shuffled his way into the packed hallway.

A new type of joy bubbled in his stomach- this was going to top the already good day off- it was time to be Spiderman.

Peter put in his earbuds quickly and jogged out of the school, weaving through the very familiar streets and sidewalks until he finally reached his favorite deli, the worn words “Delmar” clearly being seen from the streets. He walked in, a little chime going off as he opened the glass door. The smell of salty food filled the air as a loud Spanish conversation was being heard in the back room. Warm light filtered in from the street.

Peter was just pulling out his earbuds as someone shoved his shoulder, the person clearly in a hurry. Peter grunted from the contact, a “Sorry” already spilling out of his chapped lips as the person walked out the door. The person didn’t turn to reply, their rushing body walking out the door as the same chime sounded yet again. With one white earbud dangling from his hand, he turned to see only a glimpse of the stranger out of the window- a girl, the female’s hair being obscured by a red handkerchief that covered most of her forehead and neck, while black sunglasses obscured her eyes.

Peter looked at the now empty street, his senses making his fingers tingle and his abused shoulder thump with what felt like electricity- an unsettling feeling started traveling throughout his body.

“That was weird”, he thought with a confused look on his face.

He was still looking out the window when a familiar voice called his last name. He tentatively looked away from the window, turning to meet the expectant face of Mr. Delmar.

“Oh hey Mr. Delmar,” Peter replied hesitantly. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad, kid, not bad- been a pretty busy day but I aint complaining.” Mr. Delmar chuckled with an air of ease.

“Thats good….really good,” Peter said distracted, wondering why his Spidey senses reacted so harshly to when who-ever-that-was brushed his shoulder.

“You gonna order?” Mr. Delmar again broke his train of thought.

“Oh- yeah- yeah! Sorry, could I get my usual? With a pack of gummy worms, thanks,” Peter gave a tight smile, looking out the window yet again as Mr. Delmar told, in Spanish, the person next to him what to make for Peter’s order.

A few minutes later, Mr. Delmar laid his sandwich and pack of candy on the counter next to the cash register.

“By any chance- do you know who that was? The one with the-” Peter motioned to his head as he handed him a crumpled 10 dollar bill.

“The girl with the handkerchief? Nope, never saw her before, sorry kid,” he replied as he handed him back a couple ones with some change.

“Oh, its okay, thanks anyway,” Peter said as his stomach fell slightly. Something about his senses was rubbing him the wrong way- but he brushed it off, thinking that his high excited emotions were making them “malfunction” a little. He stuffed his change and food into his backpack, petted Mr. Delmar’s fat ginger cat, and quickly left the shop, his mind completely forgetting the girl and going to usual spot to transform into the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

___

He loved being Spiderman.

At school, he was the kid who sat quietly in the back, did his work, talked only to his friends. He was ridiculed by Flash for being smart- but as Spiderman, none of that was there. He had no nervousness, no awkwardness- he was free to do what he wanted, when he wanted and help people who needed it.

He got to help all the little Peter Parker’s who didn’t have the luxury of turning into Spiderman deal with all the Flash’s of the world.

Spider Man did have its downsides though. Like instead of the high schoolers at his school ridiculing him for being a nerd, the “city” bullies were shooting gun ammo at him.

Every job had its down sides though- his was just more on the deadly side, but he could care less.

Today was actually kinda slow. Peter didnt have to deal with any wierdos selling alien tech in dark alleyways, no guys trying to shoot him down with their own homemade inventions. It was kinda nice to Peter. Dealing with those guys were sometimes fun because it let him test his power’s limits, but doing it constantly was stressful and draining.

It was now starting to get dark, the last rays of light beaming out on the horizon, as if the sky wasn’t ready to give up its pretty shades of pink, orange, and red at sunset. Peter’s day as Spiderman went very smoothly, to his surprise (because it never really did)- he stopped someone from jacking a car, helped an oldy cross multiple streets (it took forever), help a little girl find her lost puppy, and met a couple of little fans on the way.

After the whole fight with Vulture last year, many families were thanking Spiderman heavily for keeping the streets safe for their children, which was rubbing off on the little ones. A whole Spiderman Revolution had taken over the city, little kids now begging their parents to get them Spiderman t-shirts and costumes, and little kids now looking up at the sky constantly trying to catch a glimpse of the human Spider. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really liked it. It was nice getting some recognition- even if it was coming from citizens who were now just learning how to add.

He loved meeting the little kids- they always made his day with their outlandish questions and shocked, excited faces.

The wind was now whipping in Peter’s face as he did his last patrols around NYC, his webs detaching and reattaching to each building he was flying through on his pearly white webbing. This was his favorite part- just flying through NYC, above the heads of everyone, almost like he was in his own little world. This was when he could think at his best- really think things over and figure stuff out that was bothering him. But, the week had been exhausting, filled with tests and high point assignments he had to do well on, so all he really wanted to do was go home.

He stopped by his spot where he kept his clothes, the sunset finally giving up its bright colors and letting the cool of night take over. He quickly grabbed his backpack, the webbing he used to protect it from muggers now being dissolved into nothing.

He grabbed his backpack and began to walk home.

He entered his apartment, twisting the key against the old doorknob. The faint smell of burnt food wafted in the air, an all too familiar smell to Peter.

“Aunt May?” He asked tentatively as he wrapped his earbuds tightly around his phone screen.

“Peter?” Aunt May shot her head behind the counter of the kitchen sink, her long brown tresses Falling gracefully against her back.

She smiled, and walked over to give him a hug.

“So,” she asked as she released him, “anything at school? Anything new? Interesting?” She pressed him a little, as if softly coaxing a conversation.

Peter tightened his lip, shaking his head nonchalantly.

“Nothing?” She asked again, almost as she was trying to get the truth out of something.

Peter looked up in confusion. There wasn’t anything that big today. It was pretty normal-hanged out with Ned, helped MJ plan a trip for the Quiz Bowl team, took notes all day.

She sighed happily, trying to suppress a smile.

“So,” She busied herself with a pot of spaghetti on the stove, “I got in the mail a copy of your report card.”

“Oh,” Peter said in realization, looking up at his aunt as he waited for her to say more.

“I’m really proud of you Pete.” She smiles at him, placing a kiss on his forehead. “You really are maturing, getting your time management down, planning your future-you can’t lose this Peter. ‘Kay? You gotta keep truckin forward-your too smart to throw it all away.All A’s and B’s!” She spewed out, her pride radiating off her face.

Peter smiled again, a little bit of embarrassment evident in his face.

He shrugged.

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” he smiled nonchalantly as he set his backpack down.

“Well, it is,” May stated, “which is why I tried to make a cake… which clearly,” she laughed, “Didn’t go very well at all.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head happily. His aunt wasn’t the most amazing cook by any means, but she did try.

“So...I was thinking we could get some Thai? Sound good?”

Just as Aunt May finished, Peter felt his phone buzz in his back pocket.

He fumbled for it.

“Yeah, Yeah sounds great!” He smiled quickly to his Aunt, his heart picking up pace as he dashed to his room to answer the call.

“Hey-uh-Mr. Stark! What’s up?” Peter asked, awkwardly stuffing his free hand into his pocket.

“Nothing kid,” Stark replied nonchalantly, “was wondering what’s going on with you.”

Peter’s face shifted to surprise. Stark never called unless it was important-and most of the time if it was really important, Stark would visit him with warning. And never just to see “what’s going on” in his life.

“Uhm..” Peter mumbled, “just was gonna go out to eat with my Aunt.”

Peter looked out his door, hoping Stark would finish a little quickly so he wouldn’t leave his aunt waiting.

“Great great,” Stark sweeped away Peter’s sentence. “Listen kid-I called you to tell you something- not a mission or anything-just an event.”

Peter’s heart fell a little. He was hoping he would be doing another team up mission with Stark-those were always so awesome.

“in a couple weeks I’m gonna have something special going on, ya know, the whole Stark wedding and all...and I was actually going to invite you to it. If your up for it.”

Stark continued to talk, but Peter was so surprised and elated he started tuning it out. He actually got invited to something important to Stark. He always looked up to him, so this felt like an achievement of some sort.

“I’m-uh-Yeah sure! I’ll be there,” Peter accepted politely, his body turning away from his door.

“Great kid, Pepper’ll be happy,” Stark sighed, “but I’m sorry to break it to you, but a theres catch to this whole wedding thing.” Stark threw in, catching Peter off guard.

“Is it bad?” Peter asked tentatively, hoping it wasn’t crazy.

“Well, depends…,” Stark drawled out.

“You need to get a date.”

“Wait-What?!?” Peter yelped.

Not another date Peter thought. The last time he had to ask someone out, it wasn’t-well-amazing. He had taken his crush to Homecoming, but it turned out that her father was a super villain and tried to kill him. And he had to ditch his date, so that kind of ruined any type of relationship after that.

“Your gonna have to figure it out kid.” Stark instructed, cutting against Peter stuttering.

“Wait-did-why do I-“

“I gotta go kid!” Stark ended, “I’ll have Happy send you an invitation and all that, but remember-Get. A Date.”

“Bye kid,”

Peter heard a click from the other end. He pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at his screen. He breathed out, turning his tired body away from his phone and suppressing the want to roll his eyes.

And with that, Peter’s night got instantly more stressful and a little annoying.

Hope you guys enjoyed! More parts will be up soon, but thank you for reading!

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 years

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Smooches

Summary -> whilst Tom is trying to play Uncharted, you are keening for attention, wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to put the damned controller down and focus on you

Pairing -> Tom Holland x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings -> fluff, kissing, making out, reader and Tom being an adorable couple, boys ignoring their so's for games, other than that nothing really

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He loved the stupid game. More than you you supposed as you sat beside him, sporting a frown on your luscious lips of which he has simply been ignoring along with the rest of you. It was frustrating, it couldn’t be helped that you had the desire to spend time with your boyfriend, however he claimed that he was training for his new role by playing the original idea that he had initially been obsessed with anyways, and now the opportunity has arose and been taken to be the character, Tom’s problem had only gotten worse.

All you wanted was a little of his love, though more than the occasional pat to your thigh or the heartfelt smiles he sent to you when the screen was loading up for the next step in the mission since that was not at all optimal to be enough in the slightest. Tom was a great boyfriend, the perfect man that you planned to spend the rest of your life with, however in this moment he was the worst. It wasn't right that his senses were more attuned to the pixels that he had control over on the screen than his loving partner, you couldn't even cuddle Tessa, she was asleep on the living room chair, curled comfortably in on herself and obviously you didn't want to disturb her.

Nevertheless it wasn't her fault that Tom was distracted from the best thing that he had ever had, he was one lucky man to be in a committed relationship with you, and you'd show him after you uncrossed your sulking arms and finally gave into your own desires. Without him noticing as the screen had returned to the digital muse for his next portrayal, your buttocks slid closer to him on the sofa, inherently causing the material to dip inwards due to your selfish movements. Your chin rested gently upon his shoulder causing the actor to smile to himself, however he made no attempt to respond other than that, his brown hued eyes were trained on the flat screen, and thus you chewed on the inside of your mouth in thought.

It didn't take long for something to spring to your mind; you'd differ to call yourself something of a genius, or just a lovely attribute to Spider-Man’s mundane life, and so you leant your neck forwards, stretching your neck to reach, and placed a delicate heartfelt kiss upon his cheek. And when he paid you no mind, you gave him another and another and another, until he began to lightly laugh. Then that was when you trailed your focus down his neck, stabbing him with the tip of your tongue, leading to Tom pausing his game. “Babe can this wait a little, I’m busy.” It was his reasoning, a pathetic excuse to waste many moments of his life that he could be spending with you, and so you idly shook your head that was cooped beneath a hood of one of his jumpers, clasping his jaw in the palm of your hand.

“But Tommy, I want you to pay attention to me!” You told him flabbergasted, pulling him down for an effortless peck on the lips, and he accepted it, dragging it out longer as he teasingly ran his tongue over the intersection of your lips, ushering a gentle sigh out from your form. The controller fell as he only had eyes for you, forgetting about his mission and finding a new one which was seduce you; it wouldn’t be difficult, he had already done so countless times and you were an absolute sucker for his kisses. His hand dropped to your thigh, running his talented fingers up and down your skin, causing a flush to rouse beneath the layers as you wantonly opened the gape of your mouth, inviting his tongue to delve inside. Like Nathan Drake he became an explorer searching for treasure in a lavished tomb, going deeper than the eye could see as his tongue slipped over your own.

Your hands carded upon his body, one firmly planting itself in a steady cultivation on his shoulder whilst it’s opposer tangled within his curly locks, shuffling through them like an insect through a duration of exponential grass. With little to no struggle Tom lifted you onto his lap, mouth still laced with your own as you refused for distance to separate the pair of you from this ravenous spark that was trailing a line of impulse through you. His hands found refuge on your hips whilst his tongue departed, fusing a whine from your throat as he pecked your lips and then your chin, ending at your jaw. “Better love?” He asked you with a cheeky smirk which only he could pull off correctly, and with a keen and eager smile to continue you nodded ecstatically, leaning back down to collide into his personal space once more.

His neck became your area of target, and with no doubt there would be bruises blossoming from beneath the flesh the next day, but that would be a problem to deal with in the future rather than the present. Uncharted laid to rest in the back of Tom’s mind as you laid the man himself that would shortly be becoming Nathan on the big screen flatly down, using him as a shooting range for your own hormonal intent, and Thomas Stanley Holland was more than pleased with the outcome. He too was a lover of attention when it came from you; as his mind managed to spare a few thoughts within its tank, he was conflicted to whether he was glad he had flown through the missions. It had lead to you smothering him with your hungry kisses, but if he’d have not turned the console on in the first place the scenario may have been more or less the same.

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stylesyourmine · 2 years

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no more cuts and bruises ll peter parker x reader (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi lovelies! its nina, and i'm back again tonight because i'm actually in love with andrew's peter parker and andrew himself obv. the garf has me on a choke hold, what can i say? anyways i know you didn't come here for my rambling, onto our fic :)

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cuts and scrapes: nothing more

it was a wednesday night. you'd gotten home from school a few hours ago, and you'd spent your time doing homework and then taking a shower. you just got out, the bathroom circulating with steam.

you lifted your arm and wiped across the mirror to try and look at yourself. black splotches found themselves underneath your eyes. eye bags. you hadn't been sleeping lately. why? a sensible person might ask. it was because you were worried about your boyfriend just about 24 hours a day, non stop. it was just something that couldn't let you sleep. you'd even started to leave your windows out at night, in case peter ever needed you.

you sighed and grabbed the door nob, opening it and walking into your mid sized bedroom. your safe space. you loved your room for a lot of reasons. 1 because it was all yours, and was under your control. 2nd because it made you feel so warm and protected, even if there was nothing actually doing either of those things- except maybe a blanket.

you grabbed the pajamas off of your bed and changed, letting your hair out of the head wrap you'd put in earlier. suddenly you heard a strange noise. you looked, and to no surprise, there was nothing, it was probably just you. until you heard it again.

'what the hell-" you stated walking over to the window just as a figure came in as fast as lightning. the blue and red suited boy still had his mask on, and you knew exactly who it was. peter. holding your hand on your chest you walked over to him, as he slipped his mask off revealing a huge amount of fresh, new cuts on his face.

your eyes widened at the sight of it. walking towards him you mumbled,

"peter oh my god.."

"baby dont freak out okay? i'm fine." he lifted his hands up in his defense, as if he already knew that was going to come out of your mouth next.

"a hi would've been nice too" you retaliated. you couldn't stand to look at his face like this. hurt. it hurt your core to see him like that. your face flattened to one of anger, and woriedness, of fear. your eyebrows furrowed together. you were in protective mode.

standing inches away from his face, your hand landed on his shoulder, shoes creasing as you tiptoed trying to get a better look at all of these new wounds.

"jesus pete what the hell did you do? fight a gorilla?" you just crossed your arms in front of him, really trying not to be mad, which in ways you weren't but still- he'd put himself in so much danger everyday, you just wished he'd think about himself for once.

he chuckled and looked down, and then into your eyes,

"no. just some physco who was running around nyc with two knives in his hands. someone had to stop em." his arm outstretched to unwrap your arms, not liking seeing you all tense and worried. his arm then went up to your face and ran his thumb over your eyebrows, which were furrowed together in confusion. you let go of the tension, and he lifted your chin up to look at him.

"you told me you'd be more careful. more self conscious. you said you were gonna take care of yourself." you couldn't be angry at him for trying to make it safer for people, and for fighting crimes others couldn't. what you could be mad at though, is that he did whatever it took to do so. its like during his missions, he didn't care about anyone else other then the victim. himself being the last person he ever did worry about, and not even then because you were always the one pointing it out.

"i am doing that, i promise these things dont even hurt." he shrugged his shoulders, indicating they didn't. he always had to play tough guy when it came to these situations where you were concerned over him. he hated making you feel that way, he said you had better things to do with your time, but you argued that was what a relationship was, caring for each other.

"oh yeah?" you asked him sarcastically.

"yeah! pshhh, these little-" peter was interrupted by your fingers flicking the top of his head, where one of them resided.

"ow! yup that uh- that actually does really hurt." you rolled your eyes in disbelief. how could not possibly see how much he was worth? you guys eyes glued together, not letting go for anything. they were showing so may emotions at once. you were angry, but also proud, but also nervous because if this is from some civilian in town, what does that man now influence everyone else?

he’d wanted to make you happy again. somehow get your mind off his face. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling your already-close-body much closer. his lips crashed into yours, you pulling away when you felt his face cringe. you opened your eyes to see him touch his lip, realizing he has a cut.

"ah hah! i told you!"

you went to touch his cheek and he hissed quietly, not trying to have you hear it- but you did. why couldn’t he listen to you? you were always right about these things.

you once again examined his face and nodded your head.

your staring contest has finished now, and he went over to your dresser, and reached onto his drawer, pulling out some shorts he'd left for himself and leaving himself without a shirt. you couldn't lie, his abs and his cut up face did look really good. but that wasn't the principle. you knew if you told him that he'd only want them more and not try and heal them.

you perched yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

when he did he smiled and grabbed your hand.

“c’mere, i wanna show you something.”

he threw one leg over the window and onto the fire escape, then the other and then helped you. you sat there with intertwining fingers just looking and listening to the big city.

"i try not and get hurt for you my love, i really do try."

"it doesn't always go well, but this is the responsibility i've been given. i have to fulfill that responsibility. and somehow, some angel made sure you're always there with me."

'what? whatcha mean by that babe?"

your hands started to swing to the loud noises of nyc, like the cars beeping, voices projecting and people being overall crazy.

"i mean, i always think of you when i'm out there. you're always the one thing that's lingering in my mind."

you chuckled, you were somewhat glad.

it was a good and bad thing. the bad thing being blatantly distracted and the good thing was he knew how'd you feel about certain information, so he decided against it.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder. it was blissfull, until you looked back up at his face. you tugged onto his hand, "c'mon. lets getcha all cleaned up."

he smiled at you, while standing up.

a/n: that was terible im so sorry im so tired rn i will be editing this tmr when im fully awake. i wanted this to be smt different, but its fine! anyways please please leave feedback down below it would mean the world to me!

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bored-writer101 · 2 years

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Tom!Peter Parker X Reader ~ Cuts And Bruises

A/N: Just a sweet lil one shot i had the idea for. It’s briefly mentioned that the reader has powers but if you blink you’ll miss it. hope you enjoy :) (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood

Summary: When Peter shows up bruised and bloody, you make sure to clean him up and take care of him.

Words: 893

(not my gif)

You were sat on your bed reading a book when your window slid open. "Hi baby. How was patrol?" you asked without looking up from your book. When you didn't get a response, you looked up with furrowed brows. Your expression quickly changed to that of concern when you saw the scene in front of you. Peter was leaning against the wall, holding his side. You saw a few cuts on his face.

You threw your book to the side as you jumped off your bed. "Pete, what happened? Oh my god..." your voice trailed off. You quickly made your way over to him, assessing the damage. "Come on" you threw his arm over your shoulder and helped him into your desk chair. "Stay there. I'll be right back" you rushed to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You came back quickly, closing and locking the door behind you. It was late, but you didn't want your parents barging in.

Peter had already let his suit fall off his arms and torso. It sat bunched around his waist. You examined him once you got closer. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, and his tears were mixing with the blood on his face. "Oh baby..." you muttered as you began cleaning the wounds on his face. You cleaned the blood and cuts before placing bandaids where they were needed.

You moved down to his chest and stomach, taking note of a giant bruise forming on his left side. You cleaned the few cuts he had before leaning against your desk. "Take your suit off so I can make sure I got everything" you ordered quietly. Peter obeyed, shimmying out of his suit and pushing it down his legs before kicking it to the side.

There was one cut on his left thigh that you cleaned and patched up. You walked over to your dresser and grabbed out some clothes for him. This wasn't the first time he'd come to your room after patrol. Peter had started keeping clothes there for when he stopped by. You walked back over and handed him his clothes. He quietly thanked you before putting them on.

You leaned back against your desk. "What happened?" you finally asked. Peter didn't respond, instead he reached out for you. He pulled you into his lap. You adjusted and got comfortable, making sure Peter was okay too. You wrapped your arms around his neck, reaching one hand up to tangle in his messy hair. He sighed contently and closed his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. "Group of bad guys. Trying to rob a bank. They were pretty tough" Peter chuckled dryly.

"I'm so sorry honey" you leaned in and kissed his lips softly. "What would I do without you?" it was more of a rhetorical question, but Peter was satisfied with the answer you gave him. "Crash and burn" you said with a small smile. Peter laughed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I guess your right" you nodded. "Of course. I'm always right" you both laughed at that.

Once your laughter had subsided, you cupped Peter's face with one of your hands. You brushed your thumb lightly over his cheek. Peter leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. "I'm gonna have to start going out on patrol with you; especially if you keep coming to me looking like this" you said. Peter shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. "No way. I like you here, where it's safe" you rolled your eyes. "Pete, I can shoot fire out of my hands. I think I'll be okay" Peter shook his head again. You only sighed, not wanting to argue with him at that moment.

"You wanna spend the night?" you asked. Peter nodded. "Yes please" he mumbled. You chuckled. "Come on spidey. Let's get in bed. It's late, and you need to rest" before you could get off his lap, Peter stood up, holding you in his arms. "Peter!" you whisper yelled. "Hm?" he asked innocently as he walked over to your bed. He dropped you onto your bed before climbing in after you. You cuddled into his side as he pulled the blanket over the two of you.

"Thank you" he whispered after a few seconds of silence. "For what?" you questioned, propping yourself up to look at him. "For taking care of me. I'm serious when I say I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N" you stared into his eyes, feeling your heart swell at his words. "You're welcome Peter. I love you, so of course I'm gonna take care of you" you said with a smile. "I love you too" Peter reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

You leaned in and Peter happily met you in the middle. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could practically feel the love radiating off of Peter as you kissed. You pulled away after a few seconds, trying to catch your breath. "You never fail to amaze me Spidey" you said with a smirk. "If I wasn't sore as hell right now, I'd amaze you even more" you rolled your eyes with a smile before leaning in and kissing him again. "Goodnight Peter" you said before cuddling back into his side. "Goodnight Y/N" he said, kissing the top of your head.

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puppy-coded · 3 years

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Wait That’s Illegal{P.P.}

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): (Y/N) commits a felony

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 479 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

After school ended you wanted to visit your boyfriend. Peter is super sweet and he doesn’t usually mind when you pop in unannounced, he knows you practically live with him.

You got to his apartment and the door was locked. Dejected, you tried going to a friends place. She wasn’t there either. It was about a fifteen minute trip from Peter’s so you thought that, after thirty minutes, Peter would be home!

He wasn’t.

You decided, in your infinite wisdom, that it would be a good idea to essentially break into his apartment. May wasn’t home and Peter wasn’t home but you were so... What could go wrong?

You climbed up the fire escape to the window to his apartment and saw that the window was locked. You slid a knife along the bottom of the window until it hit where the latch was. You managed to get the window open within ten minutes and went to Peter’s room.

You had been there for about an hour when he got home.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He asked, walking over to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“Homework,” You responded, doing your math.

“Yeah, I see that babe. I mean, how did you get in?” He asked when he got his homework out of his own bag.

“Oh, I climbed up the fire escape and shimmied the window open, I crawled through the window without breaking anything and here I am!” You said proudly, with the biggest smile on your face.

“Yeah... That’s what I thought. (Y/N), that’s a felony,” Peter sighed. He shook his head little with a smile. “That’s extremely illegal.”

“Well, yeah, but you live here. Is it really a felony then?” You asked.

“Yes. Entering any building by force, or finesse, without the owners express permission is, in fact, a felony.” Peter explained to you.

“Huh. I didn’t know that,” You said. “But, if it’s a felony then how come it happens so often in the city?” You asked, trying to trip up Peter.

“Still a felony,” He said while getting a sweatshirt from his closet.

“Uh huh... Well it’s a good thing that I didn’t get caught, right?” You asked, putting your work back in your folder and staying in his chair at his desk.

“It’s great but I think I’m just gonna give you a key,” He told you, wrapping an arm around you.

“That would be smart, I practically live here!” You said excitedly as Peter pulled his sweatshirt over your head.

“Yep. And now you’re stealing my clothes,” He joked. “I should report you for this.”

“Oh stop,” You told him, planting a kiss to his lips.

“Now, get up. I need to use my desk, I have math too,” He told you, pulling you up from his chair.

“Now I get to be a nuisance!” You exclaimed.

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olizsansenpai · 2 years

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Hi hi, when I say the 3 spideys together I couldn't help but think of this lol- I just thought it would be funny. Little bit of feels at the end but that's it.

❗WARNING: Spoilers if you haven't seen Spiderman no way home ❗

Summary: Turns out, there is more than one Peter Parker your talking to.

You, Peter, MJ, and Ned are all best friends. Peter and MJ are still together, I just added the last part with Peter to make it more emotional lol. Friendly reassurance.

What the hell was Ned talking about? Come to a random lab in the middle of the night? You lived all the way across town, and only ever sometimes met up with the gang, mostly talking to them in your group chat or on a video chat.

He promised he'd explain when you got there, Peter cutting into say 'Just trust us pls?' So of course, you texted MJ in your private chat to see what's up.

'i honestly can't explain even if I wanted to, I'm here so you have to be here to.' you of course just agreed with an eye roll, sneaking out and taking the bus about a mile away from where you needed to be.

As soon as you texted you were outside, MJ came and opened the door for you.

"Heyyy..." She awkwardly dragged out, "So, I'm gonna guess your wondering why your here...funny story." She opens another door, Ned standing on the stairs and talking to Peter and two other guys.

"...so then I was like, 'can you summon an army of spiders' and he said no... Can you guys do that..?"

Two collective 'no's' come from the two other guys in the room.

"I wish I could though, that would be really helpful. Also a little creepy, but helpful." One of the guys said, he seemed younger then the other guy, who looked like some sort of youth pastor..?

"Y/N! Hey, your here! Um, so..." Peter began, but you cut him off.

"Peter, what's going on?"

The other to guys turn the heads, "Well.." the youth pastor scratched his head, "Peter will tell you." He pointed to the young guy, "No, no, Peter can tell you," he pointed to Peter, your Peter, and he looked back up towards you, your face a mixture of confused.

"What? Your names are Peter too?" You quirked your eyebrow, 5 collective 'yes's' coming from everybody in the room.

"Those two are me from another universe, I accidentally messed up a spell with this wizard and now there's these bad guys after me from there universes and we're gonna cure them and-"

"Peter, shut up." You and MJ both said at once and he instantly zipped his lips.

"Ok, so what your trying to say is, your in trouble and you need our help?"

Peter immediately nodded, "Yep."

"Alright then, what do I need to do?"

You, Peter, MJ, and Ned immediately started discussing the plan, getting more confused the more they talked about a sand guy, a lizard, electro guy, and a... Green elf?

You just shook your head and prepared stuff for the serums they made, all each containing a different form of said cure.

"So, how do you guys specifiy which Peter your talking to?" You just muttered to the room as a whole, sitting by Ned who was talking to the younger guy.

"Uh, that's a good question..." The youth pastor looked towards the other Peters.

"Since you two are in our world, our Peter is Peter number 1, your Peter number 2," you pointed towards the youth pastor, "and I'm Peter number 3?" The younger one said, looking sort of disappointed.

"Hey, don't be like that, 3's a good number..." Ned shrugged, you knew for a fact that he was just trying to make him feel better, but at least he tried.

"I know, I know, but it's not the number, ya know?" He said it with so much passion that you started laughing.

"No, no, I get what you mean." The youth pas- Peter number 2- said, nodding appreciatively as if he understood whatever 'the number' was.

"Ok, fine, well, it's either Peter number 3, or PP or something." You giggled this time, Peter -your peter- gasped, almost as if it we're meant for him. Well, it was, but you weren't talking to him.. well, you were, but...

"Alright, that's just mean Y/N." Peter number 2 said with a disappointed face, but his slight smile said otherwise.

MJ, smiling, spoke "Remember what Flash called Peter in P.E.?"

You laughed, "Penis Parker?"

MJ, you and Ned laughed, all the Peters looking away either with a blush or a disappointed look.

"Ok, ok, I'll be Peter number 3, but just know that, THAT, was just so rude Y/N." He pointed at you, grabbing the canister that would hold the lizards cure.

The rest of them proceeded to get every canister filled with the cure for each villain, all of the Peter's making sure they had their suits on and ready to swing into their fight.

Well, not really, they couldn't swing to the Statue of Liberty so they would have to take a ferry.

MJ and Ned had to stay back for the plan, and you were just gonna head home but decided to go with the Peter's.

"So, this is fun, right? You guys are like brothers." You tried to start up some conversation, the awkward silence being to much awkwardness for you.

"Yeah, I can see that. I wish we were all in the same universe, live together or something. That would be awesome." Peter number 3 added to you, sensing your awkwardness.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Except that we would all have the same name, that would be a struggle." Peter number 2 smiled, still turned out towards the city and it's lights as you guys slowly approached land of the Statue of Liberty.

"I wonder if we would all have to be seen as villians then..." Peter number 1 muttered, eyes down casted.

You sighed, "Peter, even after all of this is done and they get sent home, MJ, Ned, and me will still be here with you." You lightly pat him on the shoulder.

"And if I could be there for you two, then I definitely would, just sayin'." You look sympathetically towards Peter 1&2, a little smirk gracing your face.

They both look at you with a new found fondness, processing your words.

"Now, ready to go kick some villain ass?" You smiled as the boat got as close as it could to the shore, all of the Peter's getting ready to jump.

"Wait," you say, hesitantly, after all, you were probably holding them up.

"Yes?" They all say I'm unison, looking back towards you.

"Be greater then what you've suffered, hold on to hope, ok Peter? Peter's?" You smile cheekily.

"You got it, Y/N!" Peter number 3 swings away, some new form of hope practically bursting at his seems.

"See ya, Y/N." Peter number 2 swings away as well, "you get them cool youth pastor!"

And finally, that leaves Peter. Your peter. This universes Peter.

"Come back to us alright, Peter? We'll need you more then anything, and you need us more then anything. MJ needs you more then anything."

Peter subtly nods, a small barely noticeable smile appearing on his face as you grazed hands in a last ditch comfort.

"Thank you, Y/N." He swings off to join the others, Ferry starting to leave just as they all got to setting up the canisters.

"Go Spiderman!" You yelled out one last time, hopefully they heard it, cause they'd need any reassurance they could get.

Not the normal type of x reader, but I like when stories just let you be a side character, ya know? It's really nice not being the main focus sometimes, but yeah, that's it! Tell me what you think lol, might do a second part or something like this. I just like interacting with Andrew and Tobey's Spiderman.

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