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Hey :) if you're not too busy, can I request something with the reader being happy all the time and always in a good mood, but when she gets home crying, Peter's all like: who did this to you? 🥺 Because who tf made you cry?

Sorry it’s so late. Hope you like it 😊

Warning: bad parenting, stressed reader

One thing that attracted Peter to you was your happiness. In his life through all the bad, you were there. His happy ray of sunshine lighting up his darkest times. He knew that you weren't happy all of the time, but you always tried to be and that's what mattered to him. Even in the worst scenarios you tried to find a silver lining.

The week had been tough on you, you had assignment after assignment piling up. It was as if your teachers wanted you to drown in work. Not only that but your boss was pushing you out, giving you less shifts each week despite asking for more. At the rate your shifts were dwindling you wouldn't be able to make rent this month.

Peter had finished patrol early and went to your apartment to surprise you. Letting himself in through one of your windows, he made himself comfortable on the couch. Hearing your keys turn in the lock, his head moved towards the direction of the front door.

When his eyes caught your face he had a million questions. Gone was your happy face, replaced with puffy cheeks, tears and red eyes. Making his way towards you he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Who hurt you?"

Shaking your head you buried your face further into Peter's chest, not trusting your voice. No one had specifically hurt you, but you couldn't voice this. A few moments passed of Peter rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. 

When you did lift your head Peter was staring straight into your eyes, hoping to see the hurt and pain dissipate from them. It was one thing to see you cry, but totally another to bear witness to the pain and hurt in those eyes that he first fell in love with. “Baby, can you tell me what’s wrong? I might be able to help you.”

His calming voice having the desired affect when you nodded your head. It may sound stupid and immature to most people, but Peter understood. He always did. “Everything, Pete. It’s just all getting to me. The assignments seem to be piling up whilst my shifts have been decreasing. I wouldn't complain about less work normally, but my rent is due and I don't know if I can do it. I’m going to be out on the streets. God, my mother was right. I can never do anything right.”

With that, your tears started up again. Quick to wrap you up in his arms again, Pete did just that. “Shh princess. It’ll all be okay, just think with the time off from work you can focus your energy on your assignments. And it’s not like I can’t work through them with you. As for the job, darling, let me speak to Mr Stark. He is always looking for interns. Plus I might get to see more of you. When it comes to you doing things right, I think you’ve done everything right so far in your life. Your mothers’ words don’t define you, only your actions do. And from where I’m standing they are defining the best person I know”

Silencing him you give him a kiss. It’s short and sweet, but not as sweet as his words. They were slowly undoing the damage caused by the breakdown and you knew that you could face anything as long as Peter was by your side. 

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Would anyone be interested in a Bucky x Reader one shot featuring Sam? I’m feeling inspired from the Falcon and Winter Soldier premier.

Also if you want to be tagged in it let me know.

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could you write a story where y/n is a supermodel(like Kendall Jenner) and she dates with Tom and they’re making out and notice papparazzi follow them and y/n and Tom are hiding from paparazzi

Sorry it’s so late. Hope you like it 😊

If it wasn’t the fans following Tom, it was the paparazzi following you. The fans respected Toms’ privacy, never asking who you were, or the label of your relationship. However, the paparazzi were unrelenting. It was common knowledge that you were in a relationship, but with whom, unknown. It was a race to snap the next exclusive photo of you and your new beau.

Tom knew taking you out on a public date could be dangerous, but he wanted to show you off. You weren’t just any supermodel, you were his supermodel. He knew how sneaky they were, always hiding in plain sight.

Taking you to a carnival in a small town seemed like his best bet. He was sure that people would respect your privacy and space here. And he was also sure that the paparazzi wouldn't follow you here. He was unfortunately wrong.

You first noticed them when Tom had left you in the line to the next show, to grab some food for the both of you. It was only subtle, but they didn't like to draw attention to themselves. They were hiding around the corner of the tent to the show. Turning your back you grabbed your phone shooting a text message to Tom that you had been spotted and to meet him inside the tent.

It hurt him that they wouldn't leave you alone, all he wanted was to hug and kiss you without the paparazzi hammering you for their latest scoop. Once he reached you, he handed you the candy floss he picked out for you. "Can't leave you alone can they love. I'm sorry."

You could hear the apologetic tone in his voice, hating that you couldn't just go on normal dates like anyone else. "Tommy it's not your fault. It comes with the job, we both knew this before we started this, and before we started our jobs."

"I just wish they would treat us like human beings sometimes, we are allowed to have a private life." He sighed, picking up your hand and placing it in his. Bringing it to his lips he placed a kiss to the back of it.

"I know, why don't we sneak out of here?" Winking at him, you dragged him behind you out of the tent.

Once you were both out of there you hid between some of the food carts, the adrenaline coursing through both of your veins. The eye contact that you both held was electric, neither of you daring to look away. Leaning in closer to the other your lips met. His hands went to your waist as one of yours into his hair, the other on his cheek.

Tongues met in a dance for domination, both of you forgetting where you were. The music and the lights added to the rush. Bodies pushed up against one another, getting lost in the feel of each other. His lips soft and his tongue like velvet. Sweetness from the long forgotten candy floss lacing your lips.

The tugs on his hair, and the tight grip of your waist eliciting moans and whimpers from the pair of you. Pushing him off of you, you remembered where you were. Looking around your surroundings you noticed all the cameras pointed on you two, no longer would the world wonder who your mystery man was.

Taking the power away from them, you posted a photo of the two of you on your instagram before the paparazzi could post their photos. You would not let them reveal your relationship, the power would remain in your hands.

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Could you write something with the reader loving roller coasters, the taller, the better. So Tom tries to pretend he's not scared as fuck when you ask him to come with you in one?

Hope you like it 😊

Adrenaline pumped through your veins, the screams of people mixed with the music. The smell of the food stands permeated your nostrils, cutting through the smell of sweat. Theme parks were always your favourite place. Nothing quite gave you a high the same as adrenaline.

All the rides looked enticing, but you had your eyes on the biggest one there. It stood at 125 meters tall, one of the tallest in the world; you were lucky that it was right on your doorstep. It was the one you were saving for last, building up to it.

It had been Toms’ idea to come; he wanted to take you on one last date before he had to leave for filming again. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t the biggest fan of rollercoasters, much preferring the safety of the ground.

He had gone on some of the smaller ones with you, after having watched other carts go round. He had always been afraid that it would breakdown with him in it, a fear that you didn’t share.

When he saw your eyes light up at the biggest ride there, he thought that his eyes would bulge out of their sockets. He didn’t think you were actually serious about going on that. To him, it looked like a death machine. The height being his main concern.

��Come on, Tommy, the line’s short.” Your voice broke him out of his trance.

“Erm, Y/n are you sure you want to go on this ride?”

“Of course silly. Now let’s go before the line gets any longer.”

Following you in, Tom’s hands grew sweaty, and his nerves were wreaked. When it came time to board the cart, you chose the last row, claiming that you felt the most whiplash here.

Placing his hand in yours, he looked at you “in case you get scared.” You knew it was more for his benefit than yours, his eyes filled with a worrying look. Right now, you were questioning his acting skills.

When the ride got going, you let out a laugh, the excitement filling your body. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, he looked the exact opposite.

At the apex, you heard a little “oh no” come from Tom, followed by his screaming. His scream was the loudest on the ride you were sure that his brothers would be able to hear it at home. His grip on your hand tightened, his knuckles white.

You did feel sorry for him, you really did, but that didn’t stop the laugh that escaped your mouth. After the ride ended, Tom was as pale as a ghost. He was slightly shaking, scared to his core. You, on the other hand, were buzzing.

“Tom, you didn’t have to go on the ride with me.” You told him as you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face in his neck, placing a kiss there.

“And miss out on the cuddles after, I think not darling.” With your comforting arms around him, his cocky nature returned.

“Hmm, but seriously you don’t have to do those kinds of things if you don’t want to. I’m happy to skip them if I get to spend more time with you.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

“Love you too, Tommy.”

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I made a fic recommendation blog

This is a fic recommendations blog for @call-me-baby-gir1

This blog will reblog fics from marvel characters, their actors, their other characters, Harry Potter and Holland and co.

I will also be reblogging fics that are 18+. If you are 18+ DO NOT ITERACT with it. They will be tagged 18+, and also NSFW.

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For Harrison?

Hey if your request are opened could you write something along the lines of the reader being shy in groups and maybe Tom or one of the boys say something and she overhears and gets even more shy and anxious around Harrison’s friends

Love your work

Thank you, sorry it too so long, requests are open. Hope you like it

Warnings: anxious reader, insecure reader, anxiety

Groups were never your thing; you much preferred one-to-one contact with people. It wasn’t that you were antisocial, just that you almost couldn’t find your voice in groups, always finding it difficult to speak up afraid you would stop the flow of conversation.

Most of the time it went unnoticed, being able to pass it off as being interested in something else around you. Harrison had spotted it the moment he introduced you to his family. He took note of how your body stiffened, and how the hand that held his trembled. He also noticed how you didn’t start a conversation and how you contributed when called upon. If his family noticed they didn’t say anything, at least not to you.

When Harrison asked you about it, you expected him to leave. Most people did at that point. When you told him about groups of people made you feel, he didn’t mock you, he held you and reassured you that he wouldn’t leave.

In public he would hold your hand tighter, squeezing it to remind you he was there. He would leave little kisses on the top of your head, and the backs of your hands. He wanted to remind you he was always there, and he wasn’t going to leave your side.

Your behaviour didn’t go completely unnoticed. The boys had begun to notice the minimal participation in conversation, how you would look shocked when someone addressed you. They also took note of how you clung to Harrison, looking sad when he left a room.

Walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, you heard Toms’ voice, “Haz, does Y/n not like us? We all feel like she doesn’t want to be here when we are around.”

Your heart fell, you loved spending time with the boys, but your nerves got the best of you a majority of the time. Feeling guilty, you went back upstairs to climb back into bed, hoping the covers would keep any bad feelings away.

Harrison decided that to come and wake you up, unaware that you had been awake for a while, having heard what Tom said. Hearing the door open, you quickly shut your eyes feigning sleep.

“Morning gorgeous” Haz pressed a kiss to your head, your face hidden in the covers. Rolling over a small smile made its way onto your face when Harrison’s hand cupped your cheek.

Noticing a redness to your eyes, he frowned. “What’s wrong love?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head for added emphasis. You didn’t want to create any problems between him and the boys.

Grabbing a coffee with Harrison in the kitchen, you became startled when Tom himself walk in. Instinctively you went to stand behind Harrison, and you shrunk in on yourself. Keeping your gaze locked on your mug, you didn’t see the exchange of glances between the two boys.

A movie was playing the living room, the plot irrelevant to you. The atmosphere seemed too tense for you, and you needed to escape. Wriggling out of Harrison’s hold, you stepped into the kitchen.

Resting your arms on the counter, you dropped your head, trying to keep your tears at bay. You hated this; you wished more than anything that you could hold a conversation with them or even be around them without wanting to leave.

Hearing footsteps, you expected Harrison, but when you turned around, you were met with Tom, the person you really didn’t want to see. Quickly wiping your eyes, you pushed yourself away from the counter and tried to go back to watch the movie.

A hand on your arm stopped you. “Are you okay?” You wanted to scream at him, but instead, you said nothing as you shook. His face softened when he realised, Harrison’s words repeating in his head.

“She likes you all, Tom. She just struggles in social situations, don’t take it personally. Her past doesn’t define her, but it haunts her. Take time with her, please. She means more to me than she knows.”

It was true, Harrison just had this natural ability to calm you. Tom could see it as your eyes darted around the room for him. “What can I do?” Tom’s voice was gentle, not wanting to startle you. “Let me help you, Y/n.”

Looking at his face, you could see the genuineness in his features. Taking a step against your mind, you walked closer to Tom hugging him, wanting some form of physical contact to calm you down. It took Tom a moment to wrap his arms around you but felt you relax the moment he did.

Harrison walked into the room, shocked, but happy. Happy that you seemed to trust Tom, one of his friends, to calm you down. He wasn’t jealous, no, he knew you would never do anything like that. He was just happy that you were fighting your demons, and in the process letting your walls down.

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Your memory of him was hazy, the amnesia doing it’s best to try to get you to forget. You remembered places and times but not his face. There was nothing about him that you could remember. It was only him you forgot, over time after the accident you remembered everyone else, their faces coming to you along with their names and memories. But he, he always slipped your mind.

May, or may not be something that I am working on.

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What's the song?

Time in a bottle. It was also in the latest fast and furious soundtrack 😊

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Not me crying over the Cherry trailer because they used a cover of a song that Yungblud did

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Just a reminder to smile, because you’re beautiful 💖

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Promot list for Harrison “Okay, I’m walking away”

Congrats on the followers hope I’m not late

Thank you, you’re not late 😊 hope you like it 💖

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Prompt 7 - Okay, I’m walking away

Warnings: suggestive themes

Showing affection to Harrison came easily to you. It was like you were attracted to him like a magnet, and it only intensified when you two became a couple. Everyone around you was shocked at how open Harrison was with his affection having never seen that side to him before.

It soon took it toll on his mates who were sick of catching the two of you together in compromising situations. It was something that the two of you laughed about, but the others always joked about being scarred for life.

You had been trying to entice him to do more than just cuddle with you on the sofa as the film played in the background, long forgotten. However, Harrison being the good guy he is remembered that the others would be back from their dinner soon.

“Haz, babe. Please, we won’t be long. They won’t even know if we are quick about it.” You were whining and desperate.

“Y/n, the last time you said that Tom made me buy a new sofa. It’s not that I don’t want to, because trust me, I do. But I’m drawing a line.”

Placing kisses on his neck, you tangled your fingers in his hair, knowing it was his weakness. “Please babe. I just want you.”

He wanted to give in to the desire of having you, but the thought about not being alone forever stopped him. “Darling, I need you to stop. Can’t leave any marks, I have a shoot tomorrow. The make-up artist got so annoyed last time.”

Pouting you stopped. “I like you to wear my mark, a reminder that you are mine, just like I am yours.”

“Okay, I’m walking away. If I stay here any longer, then I won’t have any self-control.”

It was a good job he did as his mates walked through the door a minute later.

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Can I get 5 and 20 with Peter?

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Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt 5 - I could sit and reminisce about our past, or I could start our future right here, right now

Prompt 20 - Let’s stop pretending that I didn’t break your heart

It was a fight that you never wanted to happen. A simple apology about Peters’ absence in your relationship turned into a fight that had lasted a week now. It was a fight that ended your relationship, ending with the worst thing that Peter ever said to you, “if you really feel that way, then let’s break up.”

You stormed out after that and hadn’t stopped crying since. The person who melted your heart with love had now broken it into a million pieces. All you had left of him was his a sweatshirt that smelt of him.

A soft rapping at your door caught your attention, walking towards it, you opened it to Peter stood there looking sheepish. In his hands were some peonies tied in a blue ribbon.

“Y/n, I got you these.” He handed you the flowers, “I’m so sorry, I have hurt you so much. I should never have said what I did to you, and I should have spent more time with you. I’m so sorry. But let’s stop pretending that I didn’t break your heart.”

“Pete, you helped fix me when I thought the world was against me. You held me when I cried. I could sit and reminisce about our past, or I could start our future right here, right now. I just want you, Pete.” Tears had made their way down both of your faces.

“I hurt you, let me make it up to you, sweetheart.” He loved you and to let you go hurt him, so walking away from you again would destroy him.

“You just need to spend more time with me, I love you, but I need to be your priority, Pete.” You were ready to forgive him, but he needed to change.

“I’ll change, anything for you. I love you.”

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8 and 15 with Peter? Cause honestly I've never seen die hard lmao

Omg, die hard is an essential watch 😱 hope you like it 😊💖

Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt 8 - Oh, don’t give me that look

Prompt 15 - How have you not seen die hard? It’s like the best Christmas film ever!

Movie nights with Peter were your favourite kind of dates. You didn’t need fancy restaurants or galas full of wealthy people. All you needed was Peters’ company. The only issue was, deciding what movie to watch.

“How about Scream?” You had been going through movies for about 30 minutes now and couldn’t decide.

“Y/n, darling, we’ve watched that movie so many times. What about Die Hard?” His suggestion caught you off guard as he had never mentioned it before, and you had never seen it.

“I’ve never actually seen it.” Peters’ eyes widened at your statement as he did a double-take. “Oh, don’t give me that look.”

“How have you not seen Die Hard? It’s like the best Christmas film ever!” Peter got up from where he was sat to look through all of his DVDs, trying to find the right one.

“I guess I’ve just never thought of watching it.”

“We are watching it.” Peters’ tone left no room for discussion; you were watching it. Rising from your seat on the sofa, you grabbed the popcorn and settled down next to Peter as he wrapped his arm around you.

“I love you, y/n.”

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It’s the last day today!

100 followers!

Wow, I’m honestly shocked, thank you everyone for supporting me 💖 it’s crazy to think I started this account only a few months ago.

It will be tagged as 100 followers celebration and will run from the 6th to the 11th.

Join my taglist if you want to be tagged in all requests for the celebration. Anyone can join in, you don’t have to be following me 😊

You can send requests for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, and Harry Holland from the following prompt list. I write fluff, angst and smut. Please make it clear which prompt you want with which person 😊💖

Is this real or am I dreaming?

I can’t do this. Not with you.

You’re all I have darling.

The world could be ending, and all I would be thinking about is you.

I could sit and reminisce about our past, or I could start our future right here, right now.

Are you being serious?

Okay, I’m walking away.

Oh, don’t give me that look.

It’s not like anyone got hurt.

You are my only hope.

What if your family hate me?

Do you like my dress?

I’m scared

Let’s go stargazing.

How have you not seen Die Hard? It’s like the best Christmas film ever!

Get that thing away from me!

Let’s flip a coin, loser has to deal with the spider.

It’s you. It’s always been you.

It’s doesn’t matter how many oceans or worlds separate us, we will always be together in each other’s hearts.

Let’s stop pretending that I didn’t break your heart.

What happened to us? When did it all go wrong?

I run from the things that I want the most.

Who’s bra is this?

What happened to your hair?

Where is everyone?

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13 and 22 with Peter, but can you make it like the reader being afraid of getting hurt again? 🥺

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Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt 13 - I’m scared

Prompt 22 - I run from the things that I want the most

You couldn’t avoid peter forever. You loved him, and he loved you. It was simple. However, you couldn’t go down that road; you couldn’t get your heart broken again.

Peter had noticed you avoided his texts, calls and even when you avoided him in person. Had he been too strong when he told you he loved you? He had no clue. But he meant every word.

The two of you had been fooling around for a while, kissing when no one was around and even holding hands. You never meant for it to get so serious, not with your emotions.

It didn’t surprise you when one night Peter turned up at your bedroom window after patrol. “Y/n, why are you avoiding me?” His face expression was soft as he pulled off his mask.

“I- I don’t know.” Looking to the floor, you were embarrassed. You knew why, but you couldn’t tell him.

“I don’t believe that for one minute. Talk to me, is it because I said that I love you because I’m not taking that back.”

Sucking in a breath, you told him. “I’m scared, Pete. I’m scared to love you. It hurts so damn much. I can’t breathe; I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, because all I think about is you and how much I love you. And it terrifies me. I’ve been hurt too many times.”

“Wait- wait, you love me? But why run?” He wiped a few tears from your eyes.

“I love you, Pete. Of course, I do, but I run from the things I want the most.” Your hand on his chest as his rested on your cheek.

“Don’t run, please. If you fall, I’ll catch you always. I love you.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

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