#tomhollandimagine

[tomholland1996simp]

Biting you || Tom holland

Warnings: Heavy smut, make outs and kisses, sex, reader riding Tom…that’s all really just sex. 18+

Summary: Tom wants you to stop reading your book and pay attention to him. A bite to the ass and you’ve got his full attention to help his needs.

You were laying on the couch reading a book, snuggled up opposite wise with your boyfriend, Tom. Last you checked he had been dozing on and off while watching tv, you could always tell when he was asleep versus when he was awake because he always wanted your undivided attention while conscious.

From playing with your feet whining, to peppering kisses on your face, to block out the book while he plays with your hair. Whatever he could possibly do to get your attention.

A light kick on your arm told you he was awake. “Sweetheart….come on. Put the book down please and let's go out to eat.” Tom whined like a 5 year old.

“Tommy, just let me finish this last chapter, it’s getting interesting. I have to know what happens to her, okay, go get a snack or something. I brought your favourite snacks earlier” You give him one glance, smiling before looking back to your book.

You then feel Tom get up from the couch. Soon he was back, standing next to the couch without you noticing him. That’s when you feel his hands starting to rub and massage your back. Tom slowly started at your shoulders, moving downward softly, removing the tension through your hips.

“mhm, that feels absolutely amazing, baby. I love whatever your doing to my muscles and I won’t complain if you continue, but i’m still finishing this chapter, okay?”

Without a reply, Tom just continued massaging your muscles, confusing you that he still carried on whilst you read your book. You were almost done with the chapter, finding out the shocking plot twist of the book. Every time Tom reached a certain spot on your skin, you moaned out with pleasure at the feeling.

In this chapter the main character had just found out that- There was a sharp pain coming from your ass, pulling you away from your book as you turned to your boyfriend who was grinning. “Did you just bite my ass?” You asked .

“Maybe.” Tom was crawling up your body to your mouth, the book still under your head from when you flipped over in shock.

“Thomas Stanley Holland just because your bored and want my attention does not mean you literally have to bite my ass” His face was right in front of yours, his whole body laying along you.

"But I really wanted to," he says, while slowly pressing his lips against your skin in small pecks, approaching your lips. "I like the way your ass feels, and I needed a way to get your nose out of that book so I could do this." Slowly, his lips touched yours. Just to the left of completely centre. They moved gently against your skin, his lips not leaving your skin as he moved them away to continue kissing your jawline.

Now you realised that your boyfriend was just horny. Tom always wants your attention, but this time he is just craving you. You moved your face down and to the side to catch his lips in another kiss. His hands moving to hold your face, which you love. Tom always was soft with you, whether that was in bed or not. Whenever you was he always treated you like a princess.

He kept kissing you guiding your lips together, and as he nibbled on your bottom lip, his hand found its way to your ass. Tom squeezing it like he always does.

“Mmmpm,” You sighed. Maybe he wasn't always so gentle and soft with you, but it never felt bad, in fact, quite the opposite.

“I think you enjoyed me biting you.” Tom said with a smirk, pulling away from your mouth.

“No I don’t, not at all baby”

“Not at all, huh.” Tom replied with a cheeky grin. “Guess I'll just stop doing it then.”

Your hands reached out to him before he could move too far away from you. "No, no, no. Keep doing it. Please, no." You ended with a small whimper, your voice almost whining. You pressed up against him even more. His body was close to you, on top of you.

The warmth of him radiated off on you, he always made you feel safe. Toms fingers traced your tank top, teasing you. “Mmm, Princess I thought you had to finish your chapter of your amazing book?” He asked, fingers going under your top lifting it up a little. You shook your head no, desperate for him to touch you.

You pulled on his hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Feeling him pressed into your body, your hands move down to trace his shirt, lifting it over his head. Tom smirked, lifting your tank top off throwing it somewhere on the floor.

“I-Fuck feels so good” You moaned as he sucked on your neck, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers. That’s when he shifted off you, suddenly, pulling you with him.

You whined when he started to take of his jeans, missing the feeling of his skin on yours. Bitting your lip, you watch the jeans fall down as he kicks them away. He was just in his boxers now, his whole body on display with his bulge showing through his boxers.

“Like what you see, baby?” He teased with a smirk, you nodding instantly. Then you realised that you still had your shorts on, you stood up next to him, hurriedly taking off your bottoms and laced panties.

Toms eyes traced your whole naked body, he loved your curves. The way your breasts were free, your nipples hard. He sat back down on the couch, practically drawling over your body.

“Like what you see, baby?” You mocked his words he used on your before. Tom didn’t say anything but pulled you onto his lap, his hands going to the sides of your waist. Now you were straddling his lap naked, whilst he just had his boxers on.

Against your wet and bare core you could feel his barely covered cock, making you feel even more aroused. You felt hot, your heart beating faster, you couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his erection. Tom used his hands on your hips to guide your movements, moans escaping both your mouths.

You felt close, it felt amazing. “Fuck, Tommy.” Moaning into his neck that your head was tucked into. Desperately moving over his clothes cock, you wanted more. “Please, baby. Fuck me” Whining whilst your hands go to his shoulders to rock your hips faster into his.

Tom grunted a moan, hands going to his waistband of his boxers. He tapped your thigh lightly, still realising that you was still pressed against him. “Up, baby girl”

Lifting yourself up a little, you watch as he takes his boxers off, his rock hard dick hitting his stomach. You almost moaned at the sight of the pre cum around the base of it. Toms hands went back to your waist, pushing you back into the place you was before. But this time he was bare, his dick pressing in between your folds.

You both whine at the same time, Toms lips pressing against yours again. Both tongues hitting together into a messy kiss. You grabbed his cock, him moaning in response, you waisted no time in moving his tip into your entrance. Being on top of him completely meant that you could easily and quickly sink down onto him.

“Fuck! Ahhh. Your so tight” Tom grunted into your ear as his cock made you feel full. Sowly, you began moving up and down. Feeling every part of him. Tom closed his eyes, loving the pleasure of you inside him. You both shared another kiss as he started to thrust into you.

“Harder” You breathed out with a huff, feeling yourself getting closer.

He then thrusted into you at a faster and harder pace, moans filling the room. You clench around his dick, his own breathing becoming louder as you knew he was close to his orgasm.

“Do that again-fuck” Tom moaned as you clenched around him again, your hands going to pull at the his curls.

“I’m g-gonnna…cum” You almost scream feeling your walls about to burst.

“I’m right behind you, cum for me, pretty girl”

A loud moan filled the living room. You were gripping Tom as tight as possible, keeping your movements as you came. It felt like heaven. You didn’t stop moving your hips as Tom rocked his hips harder into you. He called out your name one last time before he painted your walls with his seed. Both of you were a moaning mess, both riding each other through your highs.

Toms cock was still inside you when you fell and laid on top of him. “Fuck, that was amazing” Tom breathed out once he caught his breath. He instantly looked down to you, seeing a smile on your face. “You okay?” His softer side came out, he always asked after sex with you.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck, that was…wow. You okay?” You smiled at him, him still deep inside you. He nodded his head, kissing your lips. You whine against them, feeling him still inside you, you were sensitive.

Tom chuckled, placing one last peck to your lips, “I love you” He moved your hair from your face.

“I love you more” You smiled at him. He really was special.

“Come on, let’s go in a nice relaxing bath” He pulled out of you, slowly, picking you up bridal style walking to the bathroom.

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

~Taron Egerton & Tom Holland: Butts and Threesomes ft. Dylan O’Brien.

Note: This is a scheduled post.

Enjoy!

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-Taron had been in town for a few days and had been invited to a friends mansion for a get together.

-He was excited to go and see some faces that he hadn’t seen in a while.

-One face in particular was Tom Holland.

-the get together was going well but Taron was beginning to feel the need for a smoke.

-He tried to look for a suitable place to smoke but everywhere he looked was too crowded.

-He knew that the next best thing was to find a bathroom.

-When he reached the bathroom he pulled the cigarettes out of his pocket, along with his lighter.

-Little did he know, the bathroom was occupied.

-Tom had felt the urge to hide from the growing mass of people downstairs.

-He cleared his throat and caught Taron’s attention.

-Taron looked at him and smiled sheepishly.

-Both of them stood there awkwardly until Tom broke the silence.

-Soon enough both men felt comfortable enough to talk everything including some taboo topics.

-What topics you may ask?

-Careers, which yes, isn’t taboo but the taboo thing was their butts.

-They thought that comparing butts would be a good idea.

-It was interesting at first but then things got interesting.

-They weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in their systems finally taking hold of them or what it was but they decided to pull their pants (and underwear) down to really compare.

-Once compared, Taron and Tom pulled their pants back on but left their pants undone.

-Tom sat on the edge of the tub while Taron sat on the counter in front of Tom.

-Tom decided that now was a good time to admit something to Taron that he had never admitted before.

-”Of course, mate.” Taron said after Tom asked Taron if he could admit something.

-”Every time I give Marvel secrets away, RDJ used to spank me.” Tom said.

-Taron would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little turned on by the image of Tom being punished.

-Tom mistook Taron’s expression to mean that he was confused.

-”It’s kind of a kink of mine, if I’m being honest.” Tom said.

-Taron locked eyes with Tom and if some switch was being flipped, Taron lunged forward and kissed Tom.

-Both men thoroughly enjoying the connection and sensations that were coursing through their veins.

-Eventually the making out turned to Taron going down on Tom and giving him the best hand job he’d ever had and vice versa.

-Needless to say both men never thought this would happen but were glad that this had occurred.

-Upon finishing, cleaning up and leaving the bathroom, both Tom and Taron ran into to Dylan O’Brien, who truth be told had been listening in on what had been happening.

-Dylan basically begged to join in on the fun.

-”I’ll even show you my ass.” Dylan whined.

-Taron and Tom smirked at each other and nodded.

-They could go for another round.

-Best threesome any of them had ever experienced.....Well, honestly, it was Taron’s first threesome experience and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-No one saw the men for the rest of the night as they all snuck out to fuck into the night.

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[modernstoner]

Blood red, snow white| P.Parker

(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3

Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.

Warning: blood, angst

w/c: 360

The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.

Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.

Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?

Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.

“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.

“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.

“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.

Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.

Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.

You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.

Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.

You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.

Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.

“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.

A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.

The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.

[tomthesoftie]

her hidden crystal tears

❧ synopsis: keeping a relationship under covers isn’t an easy feat. when a popular, successful jock of a college, who has many obsessive fans, dates an average student, they decide that it’s better to keep their relationship secret due to safety reasons, but when the jock starts to become more ignorant of how their s/o is feeling, what might happen to their barely stable relationship?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: angst

❧ warnings: lots of angst (?), petty girl fights technically harassment, crying, pent-up emotions, unhealthy coping

❧ a/n: this is an unedited fic, as always and I didn’t know how to end it because I had two endings in mind. I might write both endings (angst and fluff) or maybe I’ll let you guys suffer lmao I’m kidding I originally was writing a blurb about the reader hiding their emotions/hiding their tears by feigning happiness, but I ended up writing like a 2500+ word fic lmao. also if some shit seems wack, it’s because I posted this on my phone.

alternate fluff ending here: let them flow

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Swerving through the large crowd, you found yourself a seat on the filled bleachers, squeezing to fit in the front rows to spot your boyfriend. Looking about, you located your brunette partner jogging into the field arms raised in the air, pointing towards the crowd you were hidden in. He waved his hand mindlessly, eyes scanning the ocean of screaming schoolmates and “fangirls.” His gaze finally fell on you, and his face lit up, bringing a pink haze to your cheeks as he blew a kiss in your direction. The girls sat beside you screamed out, pretending to catch his kiss and sending one back. 

You and Tom decided to keep your relationship under covers, due to the overly obsessive “fangirls.” Both of you knew it would be the best option to keep you safe. If you were ever injured or threatened by one of his “fangirls,” Tom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. 

Tom held the leather ball in the crook of his arm, with the other pushing his way through the attacking team. Calculating his success, he dove into a touchdown, scoring him and his team the winning point. 

The anticipating crowd jumped up, cheering loudly and hugging one another, whereas the visitor team’s crowd let out a loud, mutual sigh of disappointment. 

You jumped out of your seat, screaming out your lungs as you stared, wide-eyed, at your beaming boyfriend. His teammates had lifted him into the air, tossing him about. You giggled as he caught your eye, slyly winking at you. 

Lost in your own world, you almost ran down to where Tom was before you saw a hoard of girls jumping and reaching their arms out to grab at him. Frowning, you walked away from the crowd to retreat to the warmth of Tom’s car. 

You scrolled through the collection of images you and Tom had had together, warmly smiling at the memories. You let out a breathy laugh, selecting on one specific memory: Tom’s head laid on your lap, eyes shut, and lips puckered lightly as he let out even breaths. 

The car door beside you opened, shaking you out of your train of thought. 

“Hey,” your eyes were met with the blue pupils you weren’t expecting. 

“Haz?” You looked behind him, hoping to find your beloved boyfriend. 

“Tom — um — he told me to drive you back to the dorms, said he would be heading to the celebratory party,” Harrison explained, eyes shaking with concern and sympathy. 

“Oh, I understand,” your smile not quite making it to your eyes.

“He was being hoarded by his,” Haz hesitates, “fangirls. He didn’t want you to get involved.”

“It’s all good, Hazzy. No need to worry about me,” you let out a feigned laugh. 

You stepped into the warm building, waving Harrison goodbye. Another football victory, same schedule. 

You go to Tom’s game to support and cheer him on, Tom wins, you avoid him, Tom’s “fangirls” hoard him, you wait in Tom’s car, Harrison comes instead of Tom, Harrison brings you back to your dorm while Tom goes to his party, you fall asleep in your own arms: the ‘Tom’s football victory’ schedule, named and created by you. 

To say the least, you weren’t fond of the last half of the schedule. You always were left alone to celebrate Tom’s victory on your own, while Tom was doing who-knows-what at the afterparty. 

In full honesty, you were slowly growing tired of hiding your affection for one another. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto this style of dating. If the pair of you were going to date, you would date publicly and however you wanted, whether it meant risking your safety or not. Besides, you weren’t some helpless girl that doesn’t and can’t protect herself.

The next day, you woke up with an aching head and puffy eyes. Groaning, you looked into your mirror located at the corner of your room. You flinched at the sight of your pink, tear-stained cheeks and tangled, mop hair. Pushing yourself off the soft mattress, you stumbled into your bathroom, prepping a warm shower to start your day off fresh.

With your laptop and notebook resting in your arms, against your chest, you made your way to your next lecture. You walked sluggishly across the large campus, occasionally catching a glimpse of passing football team members. 

A specific group you walked past caught your attention. You saw the familiar brunette curls in your peripheral vision, immediately making you turn your gaze towards it. You saw his warm smile as he chuckled with his group of friends, some of his “fangirls” giggling along with the group. 

There Tom stood, laughing and joking about with his peers, radiating happiness. He was basking in the attention he received from his friends and “fans.” 

You tried to catch his eye, and you swore you did for a split second, but he only walked past you as if you weren’t even there. Not even a hidden smile or wink of acknowledgment was sent your way. 

Your walking came to a stop as you frowned at your boyfriend’s back. You wanted to shout out his name, call for his attention. You wanted to nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. You wanted to look into his chocolate-pooled eyes, see the twinkle of adoration as he stared at you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything with Tom in public, for you were just another girl on campus, trying to get by, and Tom was the successful jock with a bright future ahead.

You walked into the large room, taking a seat, conveniently, in front of Tom. This time, you were the one to not spare him a single glance, albeit he probably wasn’t expecting or looking for one. 

You tried your best to listen and focus on the lecture, but the consistent whispers behind your back began to nag at your patience. You leaned your down further into your notes, as if it could fix the slowly kindling fire in you. Checking the clock, you saw that only five minutes of the lecture had passed, and your professor had barely said anything. 

“Five minutes? I swear it felt like half of the lecture had gone by. And the professor. I swear he had just said like tons of important information,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, catching a few students’ gazes. 

You gently pounded a fist into your temple, forcing your attention onto the lined sheets of paper on your desk. You expected to see notes, not illegible scribbles. You silently groaned, switching the sheet for a new, clean page. You took a deep breath and began jotting down the key points of the presentation that was being projected onto the large whiteboard. 

A feminine voice cleared their throat beside you, “Excuse me.”

You looked up from your work, a glare on your face as you were pulled out of your focus once again.

“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated. 

“Uh, yes, you can. You can help me by moving yourself to that seat over there,” she pointed at an empty seat across the room, “and giving this,” she placed her hand on the desk, atop you notes, “seat to me.”

You scoffed, “And why should I?”

“Oh, honey,” you cringed at the nickname, “Tommy, here,” she nodded towards Tom, “shouldn’t have to suffer by looking at your terrible hair. Like, honestly, do you even care for your looks?”

You were practically fuming in your seat, but to avoid trouble, you responded with a monotonous voice, “I’m sure “Tommy” can take care of himself. Spare us both the inconvenience, and go sit yourself on that empty seat because if you couldn’t tell, I’m occupying this spot.”

“Who do you think you are?” She shouted, hand crumpling your notes.

Furrowing your brows, you grabbed at your notes, hoping to spare them.

“Move your ugly ass before I kick you off this seat,” she threatened, pulling you by your hair.

The professor stopped talking, glaring at the pair of you. You took it as a sign to shut up and not fight back.

Fist clenching, nails creating red crescents in your palm, you stood up, pushing the girl off of you, ignoring her gasp. You grabbed your notes and laptop, turning to see if Tom would defend you, but when you saw his passive expression, you let out a quiet laugh of disappointment, carrying yourself to the back of the room. 

For the rest of the class, you stood in the back, writing your notes with blurry, tear-filled vision. Although you were still in shock due to the event that had unfolded minutes into the lecture, you wouldn’t let it falter how you were doing in school. 

As soon as you were dismissed, you bolted out of the room, heading to your safe haven on campus. 

Not many people, if any, knew about the hidden garden located within the campus’s vast park. You had only discovered it by accident when you were a freshman looking for your way around campus. 

The first thought you had when you walked in was that you were transported into a different dimension. Thinking back on it, you were naive to think that, but you were still justified. Anyone would think such a beautiful place couldn’t belong to the aggressivity and rashness of this world. The variant shades of light green and pastel pink flowers growing between the weeds of grass gave the place a heavenly feeling, followed by the mist that sparkled under the sunlight. 

You dropped yourself at the thick tree’s stump, letting your notes and laptop slip out of your grasp. You cried into your knees, pouring out all of your stresses. Your breaths were short and heaved, occasional hiccups bubbling from your lips. Your sobs slowly lulled you closer to sleep, emotional and physical fatigue catching up to you. That is, until you heard the recognizable clang of the door handle hitting against the wooden door.

“Darling,” the accented voice you longed to hear spoke up.

Quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling away any evidence of your sorrow, you stood up, “Tommy!” A feigned smile lay on your supple skin as you ran over to your boyfriend, embracing him in your arms, “What’s up?”

“Are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you during class. I should’ve told that girl to get her hands off you,” he stroked your hair, “She didn’t hurt you, did she?” 

Letting a pained giggle out, you shook your head, “Nope, I’m fine. You know how strong I am.”

“I really, really did want to speak up, but you know that we should keep our relationship under covers, for your sake,” he spoke gently, placing a kiss on your head.

You scowled into his shirt but kept up your cheerful facade, chirping, “Mhm, safety.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he sighed. His hold on you weakened, “I should get going, though. The group will start to wonder where I’ve gone.”

You frowned, pulling away from him.

“Don’t be like that, darling,” he cooed, “I’ll come over tonight. Don’t worry.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, as you always do.”

His brows furrowed at your sudden mood shift, “What are you on, darling?”

“Oh, nothing,” you chirp, hopping back to the tree, collecting your notes and laptop. “Go ahead, meet with your friends. Leave me behind like you always do,” you murmur the last half.

“Love?” His voice neared you, and you barely registered the stray tears betraying you, rolling down your peachy cheeks. 

Quickly bringing up a hand to wipe the wetness away, you keep your back facing Tom.

“Shouldn’t you be going? Don’t want your friends to worry,” you laughed, lightly. A hand placed itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact startling you. “You scared me, Tommy. You shouldn’t do that,” you giggle, hiding your true emotions, “You know how easily scared I am.”

“Darling, can you look at me?” He asked, quietly, concern lacing his tone. 

“What for, Tommy?” You inquired, nervously laughing.

“You’re acting quite… strange,” he explained.

“No need to worry about me, bubs. I’m as peachy as always,” you quipped, shoulders bouncing in emphasis.

“I’m giving you one more chance to turn, or I will do it for you,” he said, sternly. 

You stayed, unmoving, forcing Tom to turn you with his raw strength. At first, you tried to fight it, but you came to the revelation that there was no way you could overpower him.

When you met his warm, liquid eyes, you felt your own tear up, and suddenly, your shoes were an intriguing sight. 

“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

You shook your head in denial, trying to keep your weakness hidden.

“It breaks me to see you this way,” he lifted your face with a finger to your chin. His thumb moved to wipe away your crystal tears.

“Then leave,” you hissed, weakly.

“W-What?” Tom stuttered at the unforeseen reply.

“I’m tired, Tom. I’m tired of hiding, of you ignoring me and me, you. How long are we going to do this? It’s so stupid, all of it,” you dropped your head again, this time of fatigue.

“B-But, you know why we’re doing this-” you cut him off.

“I know, and I can’t help but think that this was a stupid choice,” you motioned between the two of you, “You’re barely around me, and on campus, you don’t even acknowledge me. On the slim chance I do have you to myself, it can only last for so long. At this point, it feels like we’re not even together.”

“I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” Fear filled his eyes as the pit in his stomach became more and more noticeable.

“I think it would be better if-” you stuttered in a breath, “if we took a break.”

“Why? Just because we’re hiding our relationship? You know why I- we chose to keep it secret,” he rushed out his words, hands gripping yours.

“Do I? Do I really? Today was display enough that even though we act like we don’t know each other, I’ll still get harassed by those “fans” of yours. Not to mention, you saw it all unravel, and what did you do? Nothing. There’s no practicality to keeping our relationship hidden because either way, some “fans” will go overboard no matter who the person. Also, I think I showed that I can defend myself from crazy people when I pushed that girl off of me today,” you spoke, ferocity and resentment spurring you on.

“I know I messed up when I didn’t help you, but I thought about our relationship-” you scoffed.

“So what? Even if we weren’t in a relationship, you should’ve helped a girl out. Especially when she’s getting harassed because of you,” you jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Tell me how to make it better. I want to make it better. Don’t end us, please,” he begged, gripping your hand tighter.

“Stop, Tom. I told you that I want to take a break. Besides, it won’t be any different to how our normal relationship is,” you laughed. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you walked away, “Now, I won’t have to waste any tears on you anymore.”

[spider-quinn]

Spider-Man and Winter Soldier moodboard aesthetic

[haileygarciasunshine]

Tom Holland Masterlist

Created: 01/11/21

Last Updated: 01/11/21

[chelseamount]

Carpool Karaoke - Tom Holland x Reader

BEFORE YOU READ IMPORTANT 

when there are songs

cursive is you

BOLD is James

and This  is both of you

this story was requested by @tomsirishgirlx​ 

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"Thank you so much for helping me to work today the traffic is crazy" James

"yeah no problem," I say

"you wanna listen to some music?"

"let's do it"

"Are we gonna have a problem?

You got a bone to pick?

You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?

I'd normally slap your face off And everyone here could watch But I'm feeling nice Here's some advice Listen up beeyotch"

"I like"

Lookin' hot

Buying stuff They can not

"I like"

"Drinking hard Maxing dad's credit card"

I like

Skippin' gym Scarin' her Screwin' him

I like

Killer clothes

Kickin' nerds in the nose

If you lack the balls You can go play dolls Let your mommy fix you a snack(whoa)Or you could come smoke Pound some rum and coke In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store Time for you to prove you're not a loser Anymore And step into my candy store

Guys fall At your feet Pay the check Help you cheat

All you Have to do

Say goodbye

To Shamu

That freak's Not your friend I can tell In the endIf she Had your shot

She would leave You to rot

Course if you don't care Fine, go braid her hair Maybe Sesame Street is on(whoa)

Or forget that creep And get in my jeep

Let's go tear up Someone's lawn (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store You just gotta prove You're not a pussy Anymore And step into my candy store

You can join the team

Or you can bitch and moan

You can live the dream

Or you can die alone

You can fly with eagles

Or if you prefer

Keep on testing me

And end up like her

Honey, what you waitin' for?

Shut up, Heather! Step into my candy store

Time for you to prove You're not a lame-ass Anymore And step into my candy store

It's my candy store It's my candy It's my candy store It's my candy It's my candy store It's my candy store

"I think I just got chills there," James says as we laugh "so Y/n it's so great to have you here"

"it's so great to be here it's like a dream come true" I smile

"y/n you are a Broadway singer and actress"

(all of these musicals and movies don't really make sense with the years they were made in but just imagine that they fit the age the reader is if that makes sense"

"yes that's correct"

"so what was your first role like ever"

"ever was Jan in grease"

"really" James looks at me

"yeah I was so happy"

"that's amazing and you were how old"

"fourteen"

"wow and what was your first broadway musical"

"that was heathers as the role of heather chandler as we just heard"

"I love the heathers songs and you are still in contact with some of your co-workers right"

"right I am really close with Barret who played Veronica but we don't get to see each other too much but when we do it's amazing"

"but you two played in mean girls too right"

"right I played Regina George and she played Janis, and that was probably one of my favourite musicals I have been in because obviously mean girls was like my favourite movie when i was younger"

"yeah so what was your favourite song from mean girls"

"oh totally world burn I think it's amazing"

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel This is what I get for helping Helping someone lame fit in Cady Heron, enjoy your temporary win" I sing "My name is Regina George "Regina is a fugly cow." Hey Cady, how ya like me now? I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean Cady, time to watch your back Cady, time to turn and cough Because you took me down But you didn't finish me off My name is Regina George And in case you're keeping score Cady may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn Trang Pak is a grotsky bi-otch! I got the gasoline Ms Norbury is a drug pusher! I wanna make the world burn Janis is a space dyke! Regina is a fugly cow Regina is a fugly cow And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh! Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this? I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean So mean! Mean So mean! Mean! I wanna watch the world burn Who wrote this? Who wrote this? I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

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"y/n you were in les misérables too"

"yes I played fantine which was amazing but it hit hard you know it was very much touching

There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and a life worth living I dreamed, that love would never die I dreamed that Go

d would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still, I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

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"that literally just made me get tears in my eyes," James says as he points to his eyes

we laugh and talk for some time when the thing I have dreaded the most comes up

"so y/n I have to ask you this because everyone wants to know encluding me"

"oh no gosh I know what it is already"

"are you dating tom holland"

"oh god Tom and I are just good friends"

"really because your two have been spotted a lot of times holding hands"

"friends do that"

"sure"

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"Regina George is the queen bee

She's always dressed up She always wins Spring Fling Queen We're just drones that work for her And then die"James says as he turns on the radio

"My name is Regina George

And I am a massive deal Fear me, love me Stand and stare at me And these, these are real I've got money and looks I am, like, drunk with power This whole school Humps my leg like a chihuahua the prettiest poison you've ever seen I never weigh more than one-fifteen My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I don't care who you are I don't care how you feel"

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"so y/n, let's get a little serious"

"yes" I say

"in this song, you sing 'i never weigh more than 115' but you said something in a video that Regina doesn't have to be that and that you aren't and i found that amazing"

"thank you I really don't think that she has to be that and I am not and will never be near that and I'm proud of that you should be proud of how you look"

"I love that. you're also in a musical right now hamilton"

"yes I am in England"

"so any plans for what you are going to do after hamilton"

"yes but it's a secret for now

"Okay but you play one of the Schuyler sisters"

"yes I play Eliza"

"and you're amazing in it I saw it some time ago and I love it as I wrote to you"

"it still warms my heart"

"but my biggest dream is being in hamilton but as one of the Schuyler sisters"

"mmm-hmm" I laugh

"I wanna be angelica"

"you can be James"

There's nothing rich folks love more Than going downtown and slumming it with the poor They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common Just to watch 'em talk

Take Philip Schuyler, the man is loaded Uh oh, but little does he know that His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at

Work, work

Angelica!

Work, work

Eliza!

And Peggy!

Work, work

The Schuyler sisters

Angelica!

Peggy!

Eliza!

Work!

Daddy said to be home by sundown

Daddy doesn't need to know

Daddy said not to go downtown

Like I said, you're free to go

But—look around, look around The revolution's happening in New York

New York

Angelica

Work!

It's bad enough Daddy wants to go to war

People shouting in the square

It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore

New ideas in the air

Look around, look around

Angelica, remind me what we're looking for

She's looking for me!

Eliza, I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work) I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work) [x2] Woa-oah

Woa-oah

Work!

Ooh, there's nothing like summer in the city Someone in a rush next to someone lookin' pretty Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels? You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?

Burr, you disgust me

Ahh, so you've discussed me I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane You want a revolution? I want a revelation So listen to my declaration:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal"

And when I meet Thomas Jefferson (unh!) I'mma compel him to include women in the sequel

Work!

Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now Look around, look around at how Lucky we are to be alive right now

History is happening in Manhattan and we

Just happen to be in the greatest city in the world In the greatest city in the world!

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"All my dreams just came true," James says as I laugh at his comment "okay now time for something a little different"

"oh gosh," I say "what is it"

"we're going to take a lie detector test"

"nooo"

after some time I'm all strapped up while a man is on a computer checking whether I speak the truth or not

"okay let's start out by some to test if it works"

"okay"

"is your name Y/n"

"yes"

"true"

"are you currently in hamilton"

"yes"

"true"

"did you play Regina George"

"yes"

"she's telling the truth"

"Great let's start easy so...Y/n"

"yes"

"Which one of your castmates is your favourite"

"Barrett"

"true"

"great, y/n am I your favourite host"

"oh absolutely"

"true"

"yes you had to get that right, okay this one is the best one are you dating tom holland"

shit

"no"

"lie"

"YES I KNEW IT I KNEW IT OMG YES" he smiles

"no that's the truth," I say

"you can't lie on accident"

"well fuck me then"

"how long"

"not long"

"lie"

"okay five years almost"

"WHAT," James says in shock

"I'm sorry we just didn't want our relationship the get ruined by hate"

"five years"

"yeah"

"When were you going to tell everyone when you had seven kids"

"haha no I don't know when but I guess it's out now"

"well some people are going to get heartbroken, someone gets hurt"

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Ice queen, that's what you see It's what they all expect from me But it's all show Face it, you used me You saw the sexy clothes My supermodel pose But did you know?Was I a game to you? Was I way to be cool? I truly cared Was I the fool? It's fine for you It's fine to flirt It's fine 'Till someone gets hurt 'Till someone gets hurt

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"Y/n it was amazing to have you here"

"it was amazing to be here James, even tho I now have to go home to Tom and tell him the news, gosh this is so fucked"

"wait you guys live together too"

"bye James" I run out the door

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"Baby I'm home" I smile

"hi love," Tom says as he walks over to me and kisses me, gosh I missed him

"I missed you," I say

"I missed you"

"you love me right"

"more than anything my - wait what did you do"

"well"

[tomcrush]

WANT YOU BACK — TOM HOLLAND X READER (PART 2).

Warning: Angst, sad, memories/flashbacks, car accident, hospital, phone call, reader POV, part 2

I sight still waiting for you. I trusted that you arrived, at the end of the day it was you who arranged the meeting.

I don’t know in which moment it started raining, but the clothes I had on weren’t the one for that weather. I had a cotton long sleeve shirt which was dripping. I tried to cover myself with the sweatshirt cap, obviously failing. I looked at my shoes while kicking water trying to distract myself while at the same time I was trying to understand why you asked to meet.

A couple of minutes went by and then I saw you running towards me with a cardboard box which had already turned colours to a darker shade letting us both know that it wasn’t that strong to keep whatever you were carrying. You as well were soaking wet, and only then I realised a couple of things.

You were in front of me offering me the box and then it hit me and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the last time I’ll see your face. The wetness in my face suddenly felt different. Was it tears or just the fucking rain? I really didn’t know.

“I brought you your stuff”, you said but I didn’t answer.

I wish I could say something, but I knew that if I opened my mouth I wouldn’t say something that doesn’t sound insane, mainly because lately I don’t trust my brain.

“Tom, take them. Please, these are your stuff”, once again silence.

I was able to see how desperate you were for me to take that box. I also saw how hard it was for you too being there.

“Take them”, you ordered but I didn’t move I just kept on looking at you. “When I thought you could make it, I just realise you haven’t change” you said now angry but once again I didn’t move or say anything.

I stayed quiet mainly because the only thing that was running Truth my mind was “I still love you. And I know you know I’m never getting over you”, but I just could say that to you.

The only thing we could listen to was the raindrops crashing around us into the ground and the wind. I kept looking at you and you were doing the exact same thing. Looking back at me. Yet I could say the thought were completely different to mine in all the extensions of the words.

“You’re really going to stay quiet?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Whatever, what you’re thinking, your opinions about this. I don’t know”, you said and I saw you were about to cry.

“I remember the freckles on your back and the way that I used to make you laugh”, I finally let go one of my thoughts making us both travel to that day standing by the pool of your house.

“Tom!”, you called me while I was finishing filli no our glasses with lemonade.

It was a really hot summer so we decided that our best chance to feel fresh was swimming and even taking advantage of the sun and try to tan.

“Are you alright, darling?”, I left both glasses in the ground while I sit right beside you on the deck chair.

“Be a good boyfriend and put some more tanning oil on my back”

“Oh! Mrs. Y/L/N. Are you trunk to seduce me?”, I said playfully making you laugh.

“Just do it”, you said while handing me the bottle, only then I actually paid attention to the multiple freckles you had on your back.

“Wait”, I said as I stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Just wait a second” I asked and a couple of seconds after I returned with a pen on my hand. “Did you know you had a lot of freckles on your back?”, I asked while taking back my place only then I started tracing on your back connecting your freckles with a continuous line while you were laughing because of the tracing.

“I was aware of some”

“Well, did you know you have something really similar to the. Urea Major?”, I asked when I finished tracing a group of freckles close to you right shoulder.

“No, Holland. I had no idea. Now… what about some tanning oil?”, you said laughing.

“I also think that you know that every time I wake up, I still reach for you. I also rmeber the roses on your shirt when you told me this would never work. You actually brought that memory to me recently. The las time we spoke on the phone”.

We were discussing about something that now was insignificant, something really stupid. It was too many pressure for both of us. From everything around us that day, I only cared about you on that black shirt with embroidered roses. I was only loooking at you, I didn’t need to see anything else.

You were running out of my house with me behind you trying to fix everything.

“I’m setting you free”, you ssinf even before I reached your hand.

You of course turned around but you stayed quiet you just stared. I also stayed quiet. I only stared at you. You made your decision. And even when I wasn’t comfortable with it, I respected what you chose.

“This is never gonna work out”, you finally said and left leaving me all alone in front of my house.

“You said you moved on”, you said and I realised a tear was about to fall across your face.

“I still dream about you. About us. No matter where I go o how many time you leave, I’m always gonna want you back. You know that even when I said that, and even when you’re trying to stay away from me, all I think about is where I went wrong”.

This time it was you turn to stay quiet. You only gave me the box and left. When you were about to turn around on the alley, I opened the box finding everything but the necklace. And that little detail made react, cause it meant it was still hope. Even you know there was hope, you didn’t have to speak to say it. You only kept the necklace hoping I noticed. Well, actually you did said something: “When I thought you could make it, I just realise you haven’t change”. I know understand… the last time I let you got, but not this time.

With the box on my hand, about to break, I ran behind you. When I saw you again, you were about to take a cab back home. You were discussing with the driver, perhaps because you were soaking wet.

“Please. I’ll pay double if it’s necessary”, you were crying.

“Sorry, kid…”

I took your arm and surprised you looked at me. The tears were way more visible that the raindrops on your face. It hurt me, because it was my fault, but I chose to avoid saying a thing. I pulled you close, softly before kissing you. You kissed me back.

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back”, I sight when we separated from the kiss.

[hufflepuffhollander]

25 blurb💫

issa spicy one, folks

tom x fem reader (contains very suggestive themes)word count: 564. enjoy!

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25. “Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

You watched Tom on the stage of a late night talk show, making the crowd swoon with his impossible charm, every so often catching his eye as you stood in the stage wing. Usually, you were nothing but supportive, giving him a cute thumbs up or blowing kisses when he looked at you. 

But tonight, you wanted to have a little fun.

There was nobody around you, nobody that could see you except your boyfriend. He was sat at the perfect angle on stage to be able to look right at you, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t help himself from glancing in your direction every few minutes just to catch a glimpse of your pretty lil’ face.

Checking and rechecking your surroundings, you decided to pull at the bottom hem of your dress just a little, so that next time Tom looked at you, he could see more of your leg, hip cocked out to the side, while you pressed your back up against the curtained wall.

He did a double take, only realizing after a second that you were trying to pull something, knowing all too well that playful look you had on your face.

Surprise, Holland.

He looked right at you, and you bit your lip and winked at him, making him swallow hard. You pulled up your dress just a little more, so he could see the deep red string of your thong, perfectly accentuating your figure. You knew that was his favorite color to see on you, and you thanked the stars that you’d decided to put on that set this morning.

He had to look away to acknowledge the host, laughing at a question and giving a short, shallow answer, but his eyes darted back to you the second they could.

You dropped the skirt back down, seeing a small droop in his smile, and loved that you held so much power over him while he sat in front of hundreds of people, all who could see on his face exactly what you were doing to him.

You then moved your fingers under the thin strap on your shoulder, slowly pulling it down, the slip dress you had on easily sliding down your chest at an angle, revealing your matching red bralette underneath.

Tom moved around in his seat uncomfortably, wiping built up beads of sweat off of his brow.

Is it getting hot in here?

Shortly after your peep show, the interview was over, and Tom slowly walked off stage, waving and smiling. The moment his face was off camera he grabbed your wrist harshly and pulled you into a dressing room, smiling completely fading, lust swirling in his eyes.

“What are you trying to do to me up there? All those people watching…” he pushed you up against a vanity, bringing his face up to yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, enjoying watching how crazy you were making him.

“You just had to wear red, huh?” he locked eyes with you, starting to grab at your waist, running his hands up and down your sides.

“Well, it’s your favorite color, isn’t it?” you smirked at him, getting an eye roll in return.

He put his lips to your ear, almost growling softly. “I can guarantee that your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

[thepeterfuckinparker]

miss. thompson — peter parker smut

Summary: Miss. Y/N Thompson is Flash’s step-sister, one of the queen bees and a popular girl around the school. One day, she’s feeling bold when Peter Parker is her chemistry partner.

Notes: ive had this idea for such a long time, but like a fanfic for it on wattpad (FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD: @/angryfangirl) bUt im a dirty girl so i turned it into smut oops,, i GOT SOME CUTE ASS LINGERIE ON, GOT SUM DICK TODAY, THOUGHT ID UPLOAD THIS LOLOL

Warnings: very smutty, rubbing, boners, wet things, annoying flash, kinda sex-in-school!!!

pt. 2

“Miss. Thompson,” Your head shot up, meeting eyes with the irritated teacher in front of you. You smiled, laughing nervously as you raised your eyebrows. “Do you know the answer to number fifteen?”

Before you could answer, the bell rang causing you to spring up and grab your things. The class chuckled in amusement while you smirked, holding your books against your chest as you waltzed out of the classroom. There was thankfully one class period left, Chemistry Honors, you loved it. Well, not the subject specifically. You took your time walking down the hallways, greeting peers as they waved at you. It wasn’t hard to explain, you were pretty popular around the school, you could blame that on your step-brother, Flash Thompson. You were the nicer sibling, sweeter and smarter, definitely the favorite. Flash’s father would easily choose you over his son, you were just that good of a kid. Flash, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker, stuck-up rich kid, and quite the bully. You were nothing alike despite your years of growing up with each other, your parents married when you both were eight, it was a love-hate relationship between you both. Something that was a bit similar between you and Flash was reputation, you were somewhat serious about yours, never associating with the wrong people, it was a flaw of yours. You didn’t hang out with the Gaming Club, you found yourself a bit closer to Liz Allan and the cheerleading team.

“Today, we will be doing a Mole project. You will be making stuffed Moles! Get it? — Mole?” The chemistry teacher announced the moment students began to enter the room. He held up a little stuffed rodent that he had made himself.

You rolled your eyes, looking around for available seats at the working tables. Your eyes landed on Flash, instantly scoffing and shaking your head. You refused to work with him, he was already a pain in the ass at home. You continued to scan the tables before finding all the seats used up, you gasped at the sight of a free chair and table, rushing over, you jumped to seat yourself. You glared at the back of Flash’s head as he was seated in front of you, the seat beside you screeched.

“Can you not talk so obnoxiously loud?” You flicked your step-brother’s ear causing him to flip you off in return.

He began to think of a snarky remark before he focused on the person who sat beside you, “Penis Parker!” Flash laughed.

You turned your head and raised your eyebrows at Peter, he kept his head low in attempt to ignore your step-brother. You slapped the back of Flash’s head and muttered for him to be quiet. After a few seconds, you turned to Peter and smiled. “Sorry about him. He’s an ass.” The boy looked up and laughed quietly.

You bit your lip as he gazed away, paying attention to the directions being given. You couldn’t help but stare at him, Peter Parker was handsome, an old crush since middle school that died down by the beginning of junior year. He was interested in your best friend, Liz Allan, everyone was pretty sure of that, but as soon as she had moved away, his interests were unclear. You found yourself biting your pencil, your eyes still studying his face. Peter had a strong jaw, soft skin, these cute brown eyes that were either very focused or sometimes incredibly lost. You were brought back into reality when Peter looked at you, you straightened yourself up. He scooted his seat closer to you, settling the worksheet in between you both. Peter Parker was a low status at school, typically, he was someone you didn’t really associate with. It was bitchy, but that’s how it was. People would probably laugh at you if they were knew how you felt about the boy. You watched him scribble his name on the top of the paper. It was senior year now, things were different, what was the point of still trying to fit in when school was going to be over soon anyways? He passed the paper over to you, waiting for you to write your name.

‘Y/N Thompson’ You write neatly, moving your seat closer to start working. His clothed knee touched your bare thigh, he cleared his throat nervously. “Um- okay, did you want to do the stitching while I completed the work problems?” He suggested.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, “Why do I have to do the lady work?” You passed him the sewing kit with a smirk while you grabbed the calculator. Peter’s cheeks turned a bright pink before he stammered nervously. “We’ll switch off, okay?” You started off with number one, easily figuring out equations and scribbling down the answers.

Peter sat beside you, starting to stitch the fabric to build your stuffed mole. You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the paper to look over at him. He was focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You bit down on your lip again, taking an attempt at question number two before you moved your thigh. His knee continued to brush on your skin, your arms touching. You cleared your throat, pushing the paper closer to him before thinking of what to say.

“Um, I don’t think I get this one.” You said softly, you did understand the question, you just wanted his attention.

“Oh okay, I-I can explain it.” Peter nodded, You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Can you talk louder? I can’t hear you.” You lied, the classroom had gotten rowdy but not to the point where you couldn’t hear.

He leaned closer to you, his lips close to your ear as he began to explain the question. You moved your leg, goosebumps running across your skin as he spoke to you. Your hand slipped underneath the table, landing onto his left thigh. Peter froze, his words choking up. You stroked his leg gently with a soft smile playing on your face. He stared at you, unsure of what to say. You looked around the classroom, no one had been paying attention.

“A- W-What are you doing?” Peter asked quietly, continuing the stitching while you used your free hand to play with the pencil on the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, all he needed to say was yes or no, you would oblige. It was bold move, completely unexpected. Peter never thought you would try something like this on him, Y/N Thompson trying to seduce Peter Parker? It had to be a cruel joke.

He was scared to respond before he gulped, “No.”

“Then I won’t.” Your whispered into his ear, your hand continuing to stroke his thigh.

Peter shuttered beside you, his hands slightly shaking as he ran the needle through the fabric. He wasn’t very good at stitching but now he was doing even worse. Your touch was making him sweat, your soft hand on him was getting him hard. You noticed, occasionally looking from the worksheet to the boy’s face to his stitching to his lap. You smirked slightly as your hand led to his hard-on, you palmed him through his pants. He let out a small gasp, whipping his head up to glance at the teacher. You looked over at Flash who hadn’t noticed anything, you don’t know how he would react. You focused back to Peter, the pants leaving his mouth were leaving you wet. You cleared your throat, opening your legs wider and slipping down your hand to your soaked panties. He glanced over, eyes widening even further, if they grew any bigger they’d probably fall out of his head.

“We always have tomorrow if you don’t finish today! We will be presenting these, they need to be unique, make them a name. They can even be based-off of your favorite character!” The teacher exclaimed, Peter flinched each time.

You watched him attempt to stitch with one hand, the other grazing up and down your thigh. He clearly hadn’t done this before. You leaned closer to him, your lips lingering along his ear. Peter inhaled sharply, as your breath hit his skin. “Touch me.” You almost moaned quietly, he did as told, nodding as you sat back and continued to watch his lap with hooded eyes. Your hand worked back to the worksheet, while your other was handling palming him through his black jeans. His fingers pushed away your panties, he instantly collected the wetness between your slits, the pad of his index finger placed on your throbbing clit. You groaned lowly at the feeling, he didn’t really need your help, he somewhat knew what he was doing. Peter Parker has never been with a girl, especially in this way - he must’ve learned from videos, it felt good so that’s what you assumed. You clutched his hard cock through his jeans, biting down your lip as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud. You looked up, on look-out once again before you met Flash’s eyes.

“What?” You snapped, “Sorry that our mole is gonna look better than y-yours.” You stuttered during the last word as Peter’s fingers pressed down on your clit harder than before, you rubbed him quicker.

“You wish!” Flash scoffed, turning his head and paying attention to his work, nudging his partner to work faster.

You quickened your pace with the palming of his cock, resisting the urge to accidentally drop your materials and get on your knees for Peter right there. His breathing was heavy, his fingers were quicker on your clit, he was close. You could see it in the way Peter was twitching, the way he occasionally shut his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. You leaned towards him again, a smile on your sweet face. “Cum for me, Parker.” You said softly, he instantly groaned but quickly covered it up with a cough - no one noticed. You continued to palm him until he grabbed your hand, it rested there for a second until you felt a wet spot on his black jeans. Peter was lucky he had worn them. You pulled away from him, a shit-eating grin on your face. You looked over at him and admired the post-orgasm look on his face, he was red, a bit sweaty from the pleasure. With confidence, you picked up his hand and raised it to his mouth. Peter took the hint, taking the fingers he had played with you and cleaning them up. He smiled back, leaning closer to you, “You taste so good.” Peter’s comment was low, it made you squeeze your thighs together in surprise.

“See? Look at mine, fuckers!” You both tore away, looking over at Flash who set down his mole. It was a stuffed animal in what looked like a makeshift Spider-Man suit. You snorted, your step-brother was obsessed with the superhero. Peter’s eyes widened at the sight, awkwardly coughing and focusing on your own project.

“It looks fucking stupid.” You laughed, snatching the Spider-Man mole in chucking it across the room. Flash smacked your arm, immediately protesting and shouting.

“Miss. Thompson!”

[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

[buttercupwriter7]

Family Christmas Party - t.h.

You know how sometimes when you’re just so excited, ready for the next day to begin, that you can’t sleep?

Today was one of those days. I went to bed early to make sure I got enough rest for the next day. It was currently 6 am and I’d already been up for two hours, unable to sleep more. Just too excited. Today was my family Christmas party. I always love these parties but this years was bound to be the greatest of them all. Usually it’s my family, grandma, aunts and uncles, sometimes a couple of cousins. Most of the cousins are hard to get everyone together at once. 

I laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep but failing miserably. Pulling out my phone I send out a quick message to Tom. He’s coming this year and that’s one of the reasons why I’m so excited. It’s my first year with a boy to bring to meet the family at holiday time. We got so lucky that he had a break from filming the newest Spider-Man movie and it was conveniently near the Christmas Party. 

“Hey, you excited for today?” I send him. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, what should I wear?” He sends back.

I laugh, “anything, you’ll look great no matter what ;)”

Tom replied, “haha hey that’s my line, can’t wait to see you. 4 right?”

“Yep! See you soon,” I send to him. 

I force myself out of bed and get dressed. I head upstairs and find myself surprised that no one else it awake yet. I cut up fruit for the fair salad, decorate some cookies and pull out the Christmas dishes.

After an hour of setting up alone, my mom and aunt come out to help. We decorated more cookies, prepared the food for dinner and set up some cute decorations.

“Is Tom still coming?” My aunt asks smiling.

“Yes, he’ll be here at 4!”

“Ohhhh, I can’t wait to meet him!” She exclaims. My family have heard about Tom, mostly from me. But they also know he’s an actor so they’ve seen him on social media here and there.

We finished decorating the kitchen and living room and I head down to shower and change for the party. I look at my phone and notice it’s already 2. I jump in the shower quick and get dressed in my black and red striped sweater with my dark skinny jeans, Christmas socks showing proudly. I dried my hair and curled it slightly.

By the time I was done it was already 3:45 and people were starting to show up. One of my cousins Max was the first one there, I greeted them when I come upstairs and he was excited to see me. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came!” He joked, I laughed and punched his arm.

“No! I want to thank you for intruding in on my house,” I joked back and I said hi to his kids who went straight for the presents under the tree.

“No, wait! Those are for after dinner!” Max yelled after them.

They looked sad and Max looked over to me, still talking to them, “Y/N’s boyfriend will be here soon. Come hang out with her before he gets here!”

The kids ran over and I held them both, “my gosh! You guys have gotten so big! You hungry?”

They both nodded and we ate snacks and sat at the table.

“I’ve got a gingerbread house, do you guys wants to decorate it with my?”

“Yeah!” Both Josh and Emma said at the same time.

I broke out the kit and used the frosting to glue the house together. As soon as it was dried, the kids set to decorate it. Josh decorated his side with blue candies and green gumdrops. Emma decorated her side with pink sugar balls, Christmas trees and TONS of frosting on the roof.

As soon as they were done decorating I put the house up on the counter to dry.

The kids grabbed more snacks and ran back into the living room by the rest of the family.

I watched the clock carefully, watching as more and more family came in through the door. But still no Tom.

It was now almost 5 and almost everyone had arrived, Tom was still MIA.

I kept my seat at the table, making conversation with family but still watching the window for that black Audi. It was a gift from Robert Downey Jr, tricked out with Spider-Man seats and everything.

Max walked over and grabbed my shoulder, “don’t worry, he’ll show. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick his butt.”

I smiled, “Thanks Max.” The kids ran over and pulled me into the living room with everyone else. They’re all sitting around talking, snacking and wine sipping. The amount of gifts around the tree grew tremendously. I know that they’re all for the little kids, but I still have hopes that there’s a little something in there for me.

The doorbell rang, but I didn’t hear it. I was busy having an arm wrestling contest with Max. Apparently everyone else heard it though because it got real quiet. Max let me win our battle and we laughed before stopping, noticing no one else was making a noise.

“Who is that?” Aunt Mandy asked, trying to think of who else wasn't there already.  I stood up and headed to the door. I didn't see that Audi I loved so much and my hopes deflated. Opening the door, changed my mind. Tom was standing there, with a bouquet of roses, a full trash bag, cookies and flour in his hair.

I covered my mouth, laughing at his appearance.

“Wanna help me in?” He asked with that smirk of his.

I nodded, laughing again. “Come on in, Santa Tommy.”

This time he laughed, I grabbed the flowers and trash bag.

“What’s in here??” I asked about the bag.

“Presents,” he smiled at me.

He put his goodies and I went to hug him. We hugged and then he kissed me. 

“You’re late,” I scolded him lightly.

“I was baking....and almost burnt the house down.” He said getting quiet.

“Geez! I thought it taught you how to use the oven,” I giggled and he shrugged.

“I don’t know what went wrong, but I brought flowers for you, to make up for being late.”

“You've got flour in your hair,” I brushed his hair out of his face. “And I love the roses, thank you.”

He brushed more flour out of his hair and I grabbed a vase for the flowers. We made out way out to the kitchen where everyone was staring at us.

“Everyone, this is Tom. Tom, this is my family.” I said. I could introduce them all individually.

Tom waved a little and smiled that smile that makes me the happiest.

Everyone went back to their conversations.

I helped him put out the cookies and we walked into family room holding hands, his other hand holding the full garbage bag.

“What’s that?” Josh asked.

Tom smiled, “presents. I’m Tom.”

He shook Josh’s hand and it was adorable how cute he was with my little cousins.

Tom dumped the gifts out of the bag, right near the fireplace. There was almost no room for them.

I slowly introduced Tom to everyone as we made the rounds.

Tom ended up over talking to my uncle John and I went back to sit down by the kids. Max poked my shoulder and I turned around, “what's up?”

“He seems nice,” he said.

I nodded looking back at Tom, “he is. He’s a good one.”

“He better be better than good. You’re the best which means he needs to be equivalent to that, otherwise unworthy.” He said seriously but laughed a little.

“You should talk to him, he’s really smart. Maybe if you ask nice he’ll give you some Marvel secrets,” I say, nudging him.

Max apparently didn't want to wait. He shouted across the room, “hey Tom!”

Tom turned right away, looking like the was waiting to be saved. “Yeah?” 

“Y/N says you like to share Marvel secrets?” Max asks. He’s such a good, he knows who Tom is and his past with accidentally giving out spoilers.

Tom laughed, “Yeah apparently I do.” 

Max leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, “tell me what happens in the new Spider-Man movie, tweeny bop.”

Tom laughed and ran a hand through his perfect hair, he didn’t want to be the focus of this family Christmas party. He looked at me and shook his head, “if I could I would man. If I spoil another movie I’ll be worse than Ruffalo.”

“But I do have something you might enjoy in place of trade secrets.” He looked to me for confirmation but I was confused. Did he forget to bring something? He jumped up, grabbing my hand as he ran out to get his shoes.

“Tom!” I yelped, almost tripping over everything we passed.

We got into the hallway and he pulled me in for a quick yet deep kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked breathless.

He rested his forehead on mine for a minute before looking into my eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said back, I’d never meant anything more in my life. Between the way he interacted with my family and was dedicated to me, I knew he was the one.

“What’re we doing?” I asked him.

“Right,” he said blinking, he ran out to his car and came back within 30 seconds.

“That was fast,” I commented.

“It is freezing out there.”

“What’ve you got??” I asked again and again he ignored me. It looked like another garbage bag.

We came back into the living room, he sat with his back to the fire and me next to him, holding Josh.

“Since I knew I would be asked for secrets, per usual, and I cannot give any out, I’ve got these instead. Hopefully they make up for it.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out some Spider-Man memorabilia including posters, toys and costumes for the little kids, all signed of course.

Wow, I thought to myself, this was beyond dedication. 

Max’s eyes lit up and he thought it was the coolest thing, “I’ll take one of each.”

No matter the age, everyone loves free things. And they love free things even more if they are from one of their favorite movies.

Tom laughed and handed him the bag so he could take his pick.

Shortly after he finished showing off some of the souvenirs he brought, my mom announced dinner. We all got up and grabbed food from the kitchen, searching for a place to sit. We found space to eat downstairs where it was a little more quiet.

We started eating in silence, hearing the soft music and conversations going on above us.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I say taking a drink of my pop.

“Me too, I’m sorry I was so late. Robert called me while I was at the store getting groceries for the cookies and I was too loud and some girls recognized me so I had to stop and take pictures. So that took longer. And there is a LOT of snow here and it’s still snowing and hard to see while driving. Then the cookies went terribly wrong and I just...”

“It’s okay Tom, I was just worried....that you weren’t going to come. Maybe something more important came up and....I don’t know,” I shrugged, feeling guilty now that I’ve actually spoken my mind. It’s not that I was worried hew aunt going to show, just more that he was going to decide something was bigger and better than his girlfriend’s family holiday party.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was late, but I just need you to know this. I would not have missed this for the world. You’re my favorite person and I don’t ever want you to think that I would blow you off,” Tom smiles hugging me.

I smile back and place my empty plate on the table, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Tom shrugs with a laugh.

We play a couple of very competitive rounds of foosball, which I won. Tom fake pouted for a while before we headed back upstairs to join the rest of the party.

Tom grabbed a cookie and we made out way into the living room. My mom was FaceTiming with Jeremy, my other cousin and Max’s older brother, who was coming in tomorrow, delayed by work and the snow. “Hey Y/N! Jeremy’s on the phone, here!” She passed her phone to me.

“Great!” I grabbed the phone and looked at his scruffy, bearded face. “Hi Jeremy, we miss you!”

Tom jumped up to grab another cookie while I spoke with my cousin.

“I know! I’m great! I’ll be there tomorrow to hang out with you guys, so don’t have too much fun yet. The weather totally sucks up here,” he laughed at himself.

I rolled my eyes, “yeah, yeah, don't remind me. Just drive safe when you guys are coming up! Also tell Jessica she’s my favorite!” I complimented his soon-to-be wife because she’s awesome.

He fake gasped, looking hurt by my comment.

Tom walked back over to me, three cookies in his hand. He sat down next to me, arm around my shoulders.

“Uh....Y/N,” Jeremy says.

“Yes Jeremy?”

“Who is that boy and why does he have his arm around you?”

I laughed turning the phone over to Tom’s reddening face, “my boyfriend Tom.”

Tom waved and said hello.

Jeremy’s smile dropped, “Hello. Give me a minute with the kid.”

Tom looked nervous. “Sure thing.”

I shot him a thumbs up before he walked away with the phone in his hand.

I look over to Max who is smirking at me and the kids. They couldn't wait any longer and began shaking all of the gifts.

“What are you laughing at?” I shot at him.

He laughed more, “if you wanted to keep that boy of yours, you wouldn’t gave handed him over to Jeremy.

I roll me eyes, “I have faith in BOTH of them. I’m not too worried. Besides, Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can beat him up then if I have to.” Max laughed again, “I’d pay to see that.”

Tom then came back into the room, handing the phone off to my mom.

“How’d it go?” I asked him as he sat back down next to me.

He wiped his hands on his pants, “I’ve never been so nervous in my life. Not even when I met RDJ. Oh my god.”

It was my turn to laugh this time, “Oh sweetie, you’re okay. Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can talk to him for you if you’d like.”

Tom’s cheeks turned red, “No, it’s okay. I’ll get over my feat of him before then. Hopefully. Maybe.”

I then got a text adn I looked at it, it said it was from Jeremy and it read, “he’s a good one. keep him. see you tomorrow.”

I smiled, my family plus Tom made for the best celebrations of all time.

The kids then opened gifts, the adults played white elephant and craziness ensued. Most of the family left shortly after gifts and dessert. But for the who were left, we played Christmas movies. Elf was first and then we began watching Home Alone.

Tom looked to be getting tired so I grabbed his hand and ushered him off of the couch. I brought him downstairs and brought him to his overnight accommodations, the couch. I kissed him and watched him collapse onto his bed, already passed out. I went back upstairs to say goodnight to the rest of the family and goodbye to those not staying for tomorrow. I headed back downstairs to rest up for the next day.

The next day we were doing family brunch for those who were in town longer than just a day.

I woke up, having slept in til 8:30. Getting dressed and heading down the hallway. I passed by the living room and saw no Tom on the couch. Confused I went upstairs and could head hushed whispers. As I walked in I saw them. Tom sitting on the couch with Max and Jeremy, Josh on his lap. They seemed to be in an intense, hushed conversation about being the scenes of the Spider-Man movies. None of them even noticed I had come upstairs until Finn saw me and ran over, jumping into my arms with a huge hug.

“Good morning,” he smiled at me with that cute toothless, 6 year old smile.

“Hi Josh,” I smiled back.

“Uncle Jeremy is here and he’s being nice to your boyfriend,” he laughed as he spoke to me.

I giggled back, “well I hope he’s being nice. Otherwise I’ve gotta kick his butt!”

“Yeah!” Josh quietly shouted.

I put him down and went over and hugged Jeremy, “when did you guys get here?”

“’Bout an hour ago, didn't hit as much traffic as we thought. We’re staying over at Anne’s, Jessica is showering then coming over to eat.” He said, hugging me back.

“Great! We’re so excited for your wedding, I expect a full on party.” I said sharing my excitement. Jeremy was the last kid in his family to get married and he is so much fun that we’re all expecting an unforgettable wedding. 

“It’s going to be rad, I really hope you bring your boy here. He’s pretty cool.” Jeremy said, nudging my side. I’m so glad that my family loves Tom as much as I love him and he loves them. They just love that I’m happy and have someone so special to share things with. And it means so much to me that my family, who can sometimes be a little too honest and judgmental, love Tom after just a day of knowing him.

I looked back over at Tom who was once again having an intense conversation with Max, most likely about another Marvel film.

I nodded, “hopefully he has time off, I’d love to bring him with.”

We sat down with the other boys and joined in on their conversation. It only lasted about a half an hour before everyone else was awake and we began prepping for brunch. We all ate and hung out more, playing Pictionary and What Do You Meme.

Tom was excited to be spending so much time with me and my family around the holidays since he was away from his own. He didn’t have enough time off to fly back to London and visit his own family, so he was glad to be able to spend it with someone’s family. 

You sat at the table, after the most recent game of Pictionary and your team had won. There were many conversations happening and you looked over and saw Tom looking at you longingly. You tipped your head over to the other room and he followed you. You grabbed his hand and lead him downstairs. The two of you sat on the couch facing each other.

Tom leaned in and kissed you, long and passionately. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve been right here with you all day, English.” I say back at him, in between kisses.

I pulled away eventually to take a breath and he smiled at me, the sweetest smile. 

“Are you having fun?” I asked him, playing with his hand. 

Tom nodded at me, “I am, I’m so lucky to have you.”

I blushed and scooted closer to him, “I’m lucky to have you. I’m lucky to be a part of your superhero life, to be able to call you mine. You’re mine.”

He kissed me once again, this time sweet and lovingly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tom.”

I love you too

FIN

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Hey guys! This is my first official fic and I hope you like it! I think I’ll maybe do a second part where they couple attends the cousin’s wedding. What do you guys think? Also I’m new to writing for people but I’d love to do some requests! Let me know what you guys wanna see :D

- KK

[colorfullfalls]

surprisingly for the better

Pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: after peter gets exposed, he has to go somewhere until it is all sorted out. that’s how he meets you

word count: 3k

author’s note: this took a whole afternoon and it’s the longest fanfic ive done. i hope you enjoy. 

after peter parker was exposed for being spiderman; he needed somewhere safe to stay until fury, happy, and may sorted everything out. they had sent him to a safe house for a week but they didn't want him to be alone. may decided that he needed to stay somewhere, with people.  may had no one she trusted besides your mother. they graduated highschool together and sort of kept in touch...so peter got sent to your house in a small county, so small that the ratio of people to livestock was about equivalent. 

peter whined to may about having to go. he resented having to run and hide, he wanted to help, not be sent off to people he hadn't seen since he was ten. may insisted so they drove for hours until they reached your residence.

peter had watched out the window as they passed land that met nothing to him. being so far from queens made him feel uneasy. it was so unfair that everything turned out this way. he finally admitted to mj how he felt and the second they had their first date, it was ruined by chaos. he really liked her and now he wouldn't be seeing her for days if not weeks. his summer was ruined, or so he thought. 

the second you opened the door with that beautiful and genuine smile of yours, he felt better. he internally scolded himself for thinking anything about you because mj was waiting at home for him. 

"welcome, let me help you with your bags." you were toothachingly sweet and he meekly nodded, following you into the house. the cows in your backfield were mooing at the new guests. sort of like dogs. 

you showed him where he would be staying and then around the house and farm to refresh his memory. as the day went on he felt himself at ease. he remembered how much fun you two had when you were kids and he eased into the farm atmosphere. 

the next day may left and he watched her go, a sad smile on his face as he waved. you came up behind him  and gently patted his back before going inside. he sighed and closely followed behind you. 

from that day on he followed you like a lost puppy. 

"where's y/n?" peter asked your mom. she was cutting up fruit for the sunday family meal. your family took their time together seriously so every sunday they all met up for dinner. it would be peter's first sunday meal and he was nervous. even more so that he could not find you. 

"oh, I sent her to the store to get more milk, I hadn't realized that we were out." 

peter frowned, he would have went to the store with you if you had asked. he would have wanted to go with you. he didn't like being at the house without you. it was odd. he leaned on you for support.

when the truck pulled in the driveway, peter was quick to greet you with a happy lopsided smile. he smiled at how pretty you looked when you opened the door, your hair was in a bun and your white sundress made you look heavenly. 

"parker, hello." you joked as you got out of the truck, dragging the milk with you. peter swiftly grabbed it from you. 

"you never told me you were leaving," he mumbled as you arrived at the door. 

you smiled sweetly and shook your head, "okay, guard dog."

when your family arrived they greeted peter and treated him like family. they were quick to notice that he was attached to your side and looked nervous unless it was you that was talking to him.

your grandma motioned for your mom to lean close to her, "I bet those two will end up together," 

your mom laughed and nodded knowingly. 

after two weeks of being there, peter was starting to second guess his crush on mj. he felt bad but he was beginning to neglect opening the snapchats from her because he was busy off doing fun things with you. he knew that it wasn't fair to mj but he didn't know what to do. he was put in an odd situation and he was stuck. 

he didn't want to drop mj but he certainly could not lead her on. he thought she was everything he could ever want until he met you. your sweet smile took his breath away and you were so easy to melt into. you welcomed him and made him feel better when it seemed that his world was crashing down. 

peter called mj one evening after you had gone to bed and explained that things were different now and that he thought it best if whatever they romantically had was finished. mj agreed, saying that it was hard not seeing him and it was better if they stayed friends. peter felt a weight life off his shoulders, guilt did not do good with him. 

peter was slowly but surely getting accustomed to your way of life. time was slow and he savored every moment. life surrounded by farms was calming and peter felt the anxiety wash away a little bit as a new day came. 

especially in you presence. 

'peter, you laughed out, "y-you got the hook stuck in your own freaking shirt!"

peter blushed as your nimble hands detangled the bobber and line from your brother's old hoodie that he was borrowing. when you offered to take him fishing he didn't think anything of it, it had to be easy... well, he was wrong and he quickly screwed up. you didn't mind, you thought it was cute when he was flustered. 

"how do you make fishing seem so easy?" he whined. you gave him an odd look as you handed him back his fishing pole. 

"well, I grew up doing it. I mean we would fish when you guys came down but its not like you do it regularly, and people have different skills, I mean I would face plant if I tried to swing around new york city like you do, spiderman." you teased. 

he thought about you with him in his home turf and it made him feel giddy. he loved being here with you but he wanted to show you his world too. he bit the inside of his lip as he thought about you two swinging around the city together. 

"we will swing around the city as soon as my name is cleared." 

"I would yell a lot." you warned, casting out into the pond, your hair flowing with the slight motion of the wind making peter swear that he would never see something more pure.

"yell all you want, love." he teased, throwing a worm from the bucket at you. you shook your finger at him in mock scolding before grabbing it from your hair and throwing it back in his direction. he easily dodged it, but picked it up and squatted down to put it on his hook. 

"do you miss being spiderman.. like actively doing patrol?"

peter quizzically looked up at you, "at times yes, but it's really nice being able to relax with you. the city is in constant motion but here," he looked out at the calm water and then went back to working on putting the warm on the hook, "there is all the time in the world. it's refreshing."

"I'm glad you like it here."

"I love it here."

you nodded, understand exactly what he was saying, "feel free to never leave, parker."

your words stuck with him for days. had you caught feeling for him like he had you? was the thought of him returning home painful too? the truth was that you had. you had crushed on him since you were little tykes running around your mom's legs. you knew that he had broken it off with mj but he reasoned that it was from the distance and time apart, so you could not count on that as proof that he liked you back. 

you thought you were obvious about it. you invited him to everything you did and you made sure he felt included. you would take him to do fun things just you two so that you could have alone time and you even let him sleep with your favorite blanket because he liked how soft it was. 

peter was such a good person and naturally good and you were drawn to him. it seemed that the two of you got along fine so why would a relationship not work? simple, you both were awkward and shy. neither of you wanted to make things weird by admitting feelings. 

it was barely the end of the first week of july when peter had snuck into you room for the first time. the first of many nights to come. that night you were fast asleep but you heard your door softly push open.

 the open windows allowed the moon to shine on his figure. he stood hesitantly, not sure if he should actually enter your room. his palms were sweaty as he tip toed to your bed. even in your sleepy state, you mentally awed at how cute he was. 

"pete," you sat up to rest on your elbows, " i'm awake." 

peter froze and went to walk out but you jumped out of bed and gently grabbed his forearm, leading him to sit on your bed. you grabbed his face in your hands and your heart broke at the tears that leaked from his brown doe eyes. 

"peter, please tell me what's going on." you kindly whispered, wiping the remaining tears. your gentle touch made him unwind. 

"nightmare,'" he whispered so softly that you barely heard it. 

"i'm sorry, bub. here, lay down." 

you waited for him to shuffle down and then wrapped the blankets around him. you climbed in behind him and you two laid in silence, unsure of what to do. you wanted to hold him because he was in pain but you did not want to overstep. you decided to go for it and slowly wrapped your arms around him, burrying your face in his back. 

peter turned so that he was facing you. your legs intertwined and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. he let the tears fall. he felt safe with you and his nightmare about tony didn't bother him as much, not when he was in the comfort of your arms.

your mom walked in your room the next morning to ask if you wanted to go get breakfast. she lightly gasped as she saw you and peter curled into eachother. you both looked so at peace. she cleared her throat and you both jumped up, alert. blushes danced across cheeks as you made eye contact. 

"get ready, we are getting breakfast, oh and i'm fine with this, as long as your dad doesnt find out." your mom winked, walking away. 

you and peter laughed awkwardly, getting out of bed and getting ready. 

at bob evans you two shared a booth as your mom and dad sat across from you. you were giggilng at something your dad said when you felt something touch your hand. peter gave you a nervous smile as he intertwined your hands together. you bit your lip to hide your grin. you and peter had moved onto a higher level without vocally saying so. 

days went on and you were more affectionate to eachother. hugs, pecks on the forehead or cheek, smitten smiles, and handholding. of course everyone noticed but they dared not to say a word.

peter practically slept in your bed everynight. it came to a point where it was silly to even think about peter not being your best friend. your friends had started to notice that wherever you went, peter went. you two were a pair the could not be seperated. it was cute. 

on a hot july afternoon, peter got a call from happy saying that he was cleared to come back. everything was fixed and quentin's assosiated were going to trial for everything. new york city wanted their spiderman back. peter missed home, but he didn't want to leave you, his sweet y/n. he would ask you to spend the rest of the summer vacation in new york with him. 

you two sat on the porch swing in the moonlight, a light blanket thrown around you two to keep warm from the brisk air. peter was acting odd, you had noticed. he was unusually quiet and more cuddly than usual. 

"peter, you've been weird all day, what's going on?"

peter  sighed as he brought you even closer to him, "happy called and i-uh- i can go back."

your heart froze and your throat closed up, he was leaving? you were so used to him around and you swore you two were close to admitting feelings. and it would all be thrown away due to him going home. of course you felt selfish for these thoughts but he had become an important aspect of you life. 

"oh"

"new york wants their spiderman back.."

you two sat in silence until you suddently turned and grabbed peter's chin, bringing his lips down to yours in a slow kiss. peter's eyes fluttered shut as you allowed himself to melt into you, like he always has. you pulled away and hugged him tight. 

"i really care about you, peter."

he was still stunned by the kiss and was struggling to form any words but he finally came to when he saw the panic in your eyes, "i love you and that may seem silly to say but we have just been inseperatable and i dont want to go without you," he rambled on.

"i love you too, but you have to go back to new york city, its your home-"

"that doesn't mean you cant come with me!"

you quirked your eyebrow at him, "go with you?"

peter stood up and paced, running his hands through his hair, "well yeah, i asked your parents if you could come with me for the rest of the summer and they agreed. you dont have to but i would love for you to let me show you my world."

you grinned, nodding, "i wiil join you."

soon you found yourself situated in the parker's apartment. you stayed in peter's room, which is where you would have ended up anymore. you two spent many nights whispering to eachother in his twin sized bed, giggling tiredly at the stupid things you two would say. 

he took you to Delmar's and you loved it. the subs were good and you liked the bantering between the owner and your favorite boy. the place often became a meet up place when he was out doing spiderman duties and wanted to meet for lunch.

you worried about him often at night. you refused to fall asleep unless he was home, meaning many nights you barely got any rest. it was worth it though. you loved peter and wanted to know that he was okay. it was refreshing to see you every night after he spent the evening around criminals. 

you got to meet ned and mj. meeting mj for the first time was scary and awkward because in a round about way he left her for you, but the circumstances were unfortunate. mj was sweet enough and you liked her, for the most part. you could tell that she had a small amount of distaste for you, understandably so. peter assured you that it was just how she came off to new people. 

ned loved you. you were so sweet to him and he felt so accepted. you also didn't mind his nerdy jokes with peter, which he really appreciated. peter was happy too and you were to thank. ned knew that it was awkward between mj and you, but he knew it would blow over. 

one night the four of you were having a movie night. ned had to go home so then it was left to the three of you. you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. when you came back you heard mj and peter talking. you froze, wanting to hear. 

"i just dont get how you can like someone so much and then two weeks later, move on." mj complained. 

"it wasn't like that, mj. my world was crashing down and i was sent to a farm. and it sucked, the whole situtaion sucked, but y/n made it better. she made it feel like home and she distracted me from the trauma that is my life. i am really sorry if i hurt you because i honestly liked you a lot. i spent the whole europe trip pinning after you, trust me, i liked you."

"then what changed? couldnt she have just been a good friend, not a girlfriend?"

peter sighed, "we didn't even date until the day before i came back. look, i knew that the time apart would make things weird between us and we just left off in such an odd way. we went on one date and then i was swooped away. mj, please."

"i like her, peter. she's sweet." 

you heard the door close and you stood behind the wall, wringing your fingers together. you had caused this. you should have backed off in the first place. 

"y/n?" peter asked behind you. 

you turned around with tears in your eyes, "i'm sorry."

peter enveloped you with his strong arms, "for what, love? hmm?"

"you never asked to be sent to my house and that led us two getting together and  mj is hurt now and i drove you away from her. i never want to be a homewrecker and now she just left and-"

peter gripped your chin and pulled it up, connecting you rlips much like your first kiss. you melted into it all the same. he pulled away and rested his head agaisnt yours. you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. 

"i'm utterly in love with you, y/n. im glad that shitty things happened because it led me to you, dont ever feel sorry." he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. you meekly nodded. 

"i love you peter, so much."

"i know, pretty girl." he grabbed your hand and twirled you around, making you giggle. 

Peter Parker was revealed as spiderman and his world changed, surprisingly for the better. 

[tomthesoftie]

Hi! I've recently discovered your blog and I love it 😍. I was also wondering, if you could write a fic (obviously if you like the idea, no pressure at all) where the reader is a an assassin, in love with mob!tom. Her last mission was a failure and she came home injuried. Tom was scared to death because she didn't text him or call him (obviously). She was trying to help Tom with his business but she underestimates the other mob. Tom helps her cleaning the wounds, they argued at first but I'm a puddle for happy endings. Thank you for your time, have a nice day 🥰🥰🥰

her blood-stained bodysuit

❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?

❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader

❧ genre: angst, fluff, action (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of blood, mild gore, fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of hickey, language

❧ a/n: though i should’ve worked on my script for my final, i worked on this instead. i’m not procrastinating, i have everything planned out lmao nah. this fic wasn’t supposed to be as “gore-y” as it came out as, but, like, it’s whatever. hope you enjoyed this fic because i worked on it for like three days lmao. alright bye xx

part 2!

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Walking into the run-down building, you gripped your gun tightly, eyes open for any sudden attacks. Your ears strained as they listened for any sounds. 

You were suited in an all-black bodysuit, handgun holster around your waist. Your hair had been tightly tied into a bun, no loose hair out to get in your face. A mask had covered half of your face, hiding your identity. 

You barely knew the place you were heading into, but you knew it enough to assassinate your target and escape. You had planned the entire event out. First, you’d rid the place of any cameras and enemy attackers. Then, you’d set a distraction opposite to where you were heading. Finally, once you reached your destination, you’d quickly shoot your target, leaving them a milli-second to breathe before falling cold to the ground. Your escape was easy. You’d climb out of the window and fall right into your vehicle, allowing yourself a fast escape.

As you stepped into the dark, musty building, you saw the first cameras you needed to shoot out. What didn’t occur to you was the loud echo traveling through the entire building: your first mistake.

You continued on, hiding when you saw the first sign of your enemy’s men but continuing once they passed. Unexpectedly, when you began to carry yourself further, you felt a presence watching you. The butt of your gun swung back, hitting someone in the side. They let out a loud groan, alerting everybody nearby. You quickly shot the man dead, rushing to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for you, there was no path for you to escape. There were men in every exit you planned to use when in case of an emergency.

It was like they already knew you were coming.

Deciding to take your chances, you ran, shooting and dodging bullets being shot your way. Luckily, you were a trained assassin with much experience. You found yourself at an exit when someone was able to land a shot in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you perspired on, not letting them take you in. Throwing the broken-down doors shut, you limped your way to the doors out of the building. Thinking you had escaped all the men, you let your guard down for a second to tend to your wounded leg. 

In the midst of your pain, you didn’t notice the man coming up from behind you. He threw a harsh hit to your head, knocking you off balance. With your already injured leg, you fell over easily, head hitting the rugged ground beneath you. You felt a sharp pain spike the side of your head before feeling a warm liquid run down the side of your face. 

Reaching a hand up to feel the warm liquid, you saw red and fired your gun at the grinning man above you. You shot him dead, bullets continuously lodging into his chest. His shirt soaked with his blood.

“Asshole,” you muttered before getting back on your way. 

When you finally reached your car, you took off as fast as you could, knowing that if you didn’t get going, they would be trailing you all the way back.

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Tom was in his office, reading over some papers when the door abruptly opened. He snapped his head up in anger, knowing that his men knew not to barge in without knocking or they’d face the consequences.

“You better have a good reason as to why-” when he saw Harrison panting and wide-eyed, he paused, worry taking over his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s missing,” the blonde said, breathlessly.

“What do you mean missing?” Tom asked, attention fully on Harrison.

“She isn’t in her room or the gym. I’ve tried calling her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Haz explained.

“Fuck,” Tom whispered, rushing out of his office to find you.

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You threw the car door shut, feeling hazy at the loss of blood. Holding your head in pain, you limped before the doors of your home before falling over, vision going black.

-

“Tom, the system says someone’s entered the code into the gate,” Haz said as he saw the notification pop up on the security system.

“That has to be her,” Tom said before running to the home’s main doors.

Pulling open the large door, he was revealed to your limp body laying on the cold floor, with dried blood covering you and fresh blood tangled in your hair. For a moment, Tom assumed the worst and thought you were dead, when he brought himself back to logicality. He placed two fingers to your neck, successfully locating your weak pulse. He let out a happy sigh but remembered that you were still bleeding heavily and needed to be treated right away.

He lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into your shared room. He passed a concerned-looking Harrison, telling him to get the medical supplies.

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You woke to the feeling of a wet cloth wiping down your cheek. Flinching away from the contact, your eyes weakly shot open to see your brunette boyfriend.

“Tom,” your voice came out weak and hoarse.

“Shh, darling, you need to rest,” he silenced you as he wiped you clean from your blood.

Tom wasn’t mad at you, only a bit frustrated. He wondered why you put yourself at such risk. He knew you to make logical, smart decisions, but here you were, lying in bed severely drained of your blood. He sighed aloud at your recklessness.

His weight lifting off the bed, he stood to put away the bloody towelette, shaking his head as he was consumed by his own thoughts. You watched his back, and you could practically see the disappointment radiating off of him.

“I know I fucked up alright?” You croaked, sighing in shame.

“It’s just so unlike you to be so, so-” a hand reached up to massage his temples, “Just be more careful next time.”

“No,” you bit back, hearing the irritation in his voice, “please, finish your sentence.”

“It doesn’t matter what I was going to say becau-” 

You cut him off, “It does matter. What were you going to say about me?” You suddenly felt a surge of energy run through your veins.

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now? You need to rest,” he tried to tuck you under the covers, only to be pushed away by a weak hand.

“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. I just want to know what you thought about me,” you snapped.

“Fine, if you want to know so much, I was going to say reckless. It’s so unlike you to be so reckless. There, I said it,” he fired back, annoyed by your consistent nagging. 

You scoffed in disbelief, “I was not being reckless. I had a plan, a well-thought out plan at that, but they somehow intercepted it. I can’t predict things like that happening. At least I had a backup plan or I wouldn’t be here right now.”

You shifted in bed, trying to sit upright, flinching when your head spun at the sudden movement. You grabbed the aching side, trying to subdue the pain.

“Lay down. You’re only going to hurt yourself more, if you sit up,” the accented voice said demandingly. 

You sneered at the demand but listened, regardless. 

“I know what I’m doing, you know? I’m a well-trained assassin, not to mention one of the best ones yet,” you said in a hushed tone.

“I know that. That’s why I’m confused about how you came back so heavily injured. I expected you to know better,” he huffed, turning the light of the room off.

The last comment had hit you harder than you expected. You knew he had high expectations of you, but you never thought he would put you down for messing up once.

Glancing at his silhouette, you never felt as much dislike for a person than you did Tom, at that moment. You liked being critiqued but not insulted. Your line of work was very important, and your pride was big.

He slid into his space beside you, laying flat on his back, arms crossed over the covers. You remained laying on your side beside him, not sparing him a glance.

A wet streak slid down the side of your nose, another following over the bridge of your nose. Reaching a hand up to wipe the liquid away, you realized it was your tears. You tried to quietly sniffle away your tears, but Tom heard them clearly in the radio silent room. 

You weren’t supposed to be weak. You weren’t supposed to shed tears late at night. You were an assassin for fuck’s sake. 

“You know, I was doing it for you,” you whispered. “I was trying to get rid of that stupid asshole that’s been targetting you this entire time,” your tears began to come down harder.

“Darling, why would you do that? As much as I appreciate it, I’d prefer it more if you came home safely and not bleeding out,” he spoke, turning to wrap an arm around your waist.

“I just wanted to help,” you sniffled, cuddling into his warmth.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was just worried about you,” he murmured as he planted wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt,” you replied, lifting a hand up to wipe away your excess tears.

“I’m sorry, princess. Can you forgive me?” His lips attacked the supple skin of your neck, gently sucking and leaving a purple mark behind.

You hummed, a hand snaking behind you to push him away, “Yes, I forgive you. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”

“Alright, love. Let’s sleep,” he smiled into your neck, arms encasing you in a warm hug, and before you knew it, you fell into a deep sleep.

[spider-quinn]

Nice little surprise to see in my inbox 🥰

[haileygarciasunshine]

Far From Home

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,440

Warning: Swearing

Summary: The reader is assigned to go with Peter on his trip to Italy.

Peter Parker Masterlist

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A/N: Part of my 100 New Followers Celebration!

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Posted: October 11th, 2020

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Might make a part Two?

"Y/N, I need you to go to Italy with Parker." Letting out a frustrated sigh, Nick pinched the bridge of his nose. "I would let him know, if he'd quit ghosting me!"

Everyone in the room, let out a silent laugh careful not to get in trouble with Nick.

"On it." You spoke, standing up, heading to the exit.

"Oh and Y/L/N?" Nick spoke. "Not a word of this to Parker, until I can tell him."

"Of course." You nodded.

"Y/N!" Maria called, jogging to catch up to you.

"Hey, Maria." You greeted, nodding at her.

"So you and Peter, huh?" She questioned with a smirk.

Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because the both of you are practically conjoined at the hip." She bumped yours for emphasis.

"No we're not!"

Maria rolled her eyes in return. "Come on, lets' get you packed. You're leaving tomorrow."

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"Y/N!" Peter yelled, as you were dragged into the water by the monster.

Peter's voice was the only thing on your mind, as you seemed to get pulled farther and farther below the depth of the water. The monster was strangely stronger than you thought possible.

Before long, something shot into the water causing the monster to disappear. Swimming as fast as you could, you were met with Peter grabbing your hand, yanking you above water.

"What were you thinking?" Peter hissed from beside you.

Still gasping for air, you shot him a glare.

"What? It's an honest question. Why would you do that?"

"Because." You gasped out. "Couldn't let." You continued gasping. "The world needs." Gasp. "Peter Parker."

"That was stupid, Y/L/N." He never called you by your last name. "Even for me." Before you knew it, Peter was gone.

Groaning, you shook your head. Something was going on with Peter, but you weren't sure what.

"Y/N!" Ned and Betty called. "Are you okay?" "Here take my hand."

Taking Ned's hand, he and Betty pulled you out of the water. MJ was quickly in front of you. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." You reassured them, attempting to offer them a warm smile.

"Peter!" Betty yelled. "Where have you been! You missed the water monster that almost killed Y/N!"

"Yeah I saw it." Peter scoffed. "That was a stupid move, Y/L/N." Peter spat bitterly, not caring to let it go.

"Peter." "What's wrong with you!" "Your best friend almost got killed, and that's all you have to say?"

"It's okay guys." You spoke. "I'm...I'm gonna head back to the hotel. I'll catch up with you guys later." You muttered, leaving the group before anyone could protest.

As you rounded the corner, you were met with Nick and Maria. Their faces none too pleased.

"What the hell was that!" They both spoke in unison.

You shrugged. "I was just trying to help....Besides, the monster would've taken Peter, under water."

They groaned.

"The world needs, Spider-man, more than it needs me." You stated softly. "I...I made a promise to Tony. That I wouldn't let anything happen to him, if I could help it."

Maria, shot Nick a sympathetic gaze.

"I aint dealing with this shit." Nick stated, raising his hands. "I'll see you both at dinner."

"Come on, kid." Maria spoke. "Lets' get you cleaned up."

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Do you think we should invite Peter to dinner?" She questioned, smiling.

Sighing, you shook your head. "No. We should let him be." Your voice was filled with sorrow.

"Alright, then." She nodded. "You'll get to officially meet Quentin Beck."

Raising an eyebrow you gazed at her skeptically. "Is there a reason we are trusting this Beck?"

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It started to feel the more time you spent in Italy, the more monsters and villians you had to fight. The only team that was assembled while there, was you and Beck. You often, voted leaving Peter out of it, so he could enjoy his trip that he talked so much about.

Much like your two predecessors, you had gotten your power from the Infinity Stones. Wanda, got her powers from the Mind stone while you and Carol got yours from the Space stone. You were strong enough to take on the monsters alone, which most of the time Beck, let you do. However, you were quickly growing exhausted.

Rubbing your eyes, you groaned as you made your way down the stairs. It was an early meeting that Fury had called everyone to. While being exhausted and not watching where you were going, you ran into someone on the stairs.

"Hey watch-" Ned's familiar voice rang through your ears. "Y/N?"

Whipping your head towards his voice, you gazed at him with confusion. "Ned?"

"Where are you going so early? Should I wake Peter?"

"No!" You exclaimed, slightly panicking.

Ned raised his eyebrows and hands in surrender.

"S-Sorry." You huffed, rubbing your face. "It's...It's just, Peter wants to enjoy this trip."

"And you don't?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean..." You groaned. "I don't know anymore."

"Is everything alright?" He questioned. His voice was filled with sincerity.

"Y-Yeah."

"Y/N."

"Fine." You huffed. Glancing at your watch you saw that you still had some time to kill. "I don't have long."

"Let's sit."

Sitting on one of the scattered benches in the hotel lobby, you debated venting to Ned.

"Come on, Y/N. I'm one of your best friends."

"It's just that Peter's been acting weird lately."

"He was worried about that water monster getting you."

Scoffing, you crossed your arms along your chest. "He has a funny way of showing it."

"No, I mean, even before the trip." You reminisced.

"I-He-" Ned let out a frustrated huff. The type of huff, you let out when you know more than you can tell someone.

"Ned." You raised an eyebrow. "You know something. What is it?"

"I...I can't tell you."

The small glimmer of hope that bubbled up, quickly popped letting the exhaustion set back in. "Right. Well I have to get going."

"Y/N?" Ned questioned.

Turning around, you gazed at him. "Yeah, Ned?"

"I...Just don't let Beck make you do all the work anymore alright? I'm worried about you."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." You fake smiled. "Keep Parker, in line for me will ya? Make sure he gets that kiss with MJ."

"Y/N-"

Not letting Ned finish his sentence, you were already out the door.

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Groaning, you exited the car Maria had picked you up in.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Maria asked filled with concern. "I...I can take you to a hospital?"

"No, I'll be alright." You offered a weak smile. "It's just a few scratches."

Limping through the hotel lobby, it felt like your whole body was on fire. You had taken harsh hits, this time around with Beck nowhere in sight. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, it felt like they grew by more than hundreds of steps. Sighing, you glanced at the elevator that had a not in service sign on it. After, what felt like hours, you were finally at the top. Letting out a determined huff, you limped over to your room.

Opening your door, you let out a shriek of surprise before you quickly covered your eyes.

"Y/N!" "Holy shit."

"Uh...Here." Ned quickly came in front of you, pulling one of your hands down allowing him to place his room key in your hand. "P-Peter's out. You can use my room."

Not bothering to respond, you rapidly left before racing as best as you could to Ned's room. Opening the door, you were met with a semi dark room. The TV screen being the only illumination. Shrugging, you figured Ned forgot to turn it off before he left. Leaning against the door, you closed your eyes. You wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.

The sound of someone clearing their throat, along with the lights being switched on, caused you to jump.

"Peter?" You questioned, squinting at the sudden light. "W-What're you doing here?"

"Uh...It's my room?" Peter's voice came out much harsher than he intended. He didn't miss the flinch that came from you.

"Ned said you were out." You muttered. "I...I'm just gonna...Go." Turning around, you opened the door.

Peter's hand clasped around your wrist, preventing you from leaving.  "Stay."

"Are you sure?"  You asked, not daring to close the door. "You haven't wanted to be anywhere near me."

"I..."

"I'll stay. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"We don't talk to each other."

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