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[deadlyaffairs]

After You Left [8]

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Dad!Tom AU

Summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

a/n: This series isn’t discontinued or on hiatus, I just suck at updating. I do apologize but college sucks plus I have really bad coping mechanisms for life and problems. 

Word Count: 1.3k

 Tom felt his throat begin to swell up as panic rose throughout his body, his heart felt like it was beating a hundred miles per second. Ben was patiently awaiting an answer looking right up at him and Tom swore that there must have been a spotlight on him at that moment. 

“I can- Uh Yeah I can hold you.” Tom finally answers, his insides mushing together. He let out a small breath of air as Ben smiled and scooted to the side, making room for Tom. 

A smile made its way across Tom’s features as Ben held an innocent look, his tiny hand patting the empty space gesturing Tom to take it so Ben could easily crawl into Tom.

y/n watched as Tom almost turtle-like made his way onto the hospital bed, it looks as if Tom was trying not to frighten the boy. She knew she should not have felt a pang of jealousy course through her, but skin-to-skin was her favorite thing after Ben was born. However, she pushed aside the feeling since the overall feeling of glee was stronger. 

“I’ll get a nurse in here as soon as possible for the test.” The Doctor cuts in as he makes his getaway. 

y/n catches Tom’s eyes as she turns back to look at the two in the bed. Tom wants to call her over to take Ben’s now vacant spot beside him, but he feels like that could be too much. 

“Mama... Peppa, please?” Ben asks as he made himself comfortable on Tom’s lap. Ben turns to look up at Tom. “You hold me, member?” his head leaning into Tom’s chest

Tom laughs a little, “Sorry bud.” Tom places his arm loosely around Ben, an odd sensation at first. Ben is tiny but skin soft and warm. 

“Yes or no?” Ben asks and y/n sighs. 

“Ok baby, only until the Doctor comes back alright? Then you have to say goodbye to Peppa.” 

Ben pouts but, nods his head ultimately agreeing. A young nurse walked in shortly after and smiled at the three. “Hi, there I’m here to see Benjamin Thomas Holland?” 

Tom glanced at y/n who stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. “I think that’s for you bud,” Tom says gently, Ben tucks himself into Tom his eyes glazing over as tears filled his eyes.  “I got you. I promise.” Tom whispers and squeezes Ben to reassure. 

The nurse smiles and leans forward. y/n watches suddenly aware of just how close she has become to Tom and her child. Their child... From where she stands she moves to sit on the bed next to Tom. 

Tom tries to hide the small grin but looks at the nurse. “Where are you going to- um you know.” 

“Just his arm, painless really. May hurt you two more than it does him.” She says trying to ease some of the tension. She rolls Ben’s sleeve up and wipes his skin where she’s going to place the needle to take some blood. “We never need too much from children, and since we’re fairly certain this is just common flu-” she drones on distracting the three of them as she sticks the needle in, retracting blood, removing it all before she finishes. “We don’t want to cause too much distress.” 

Ben winces but does not react other than that. Tom let out a breath of air he had not realized he was holding and y/n nods listening, knowing all too well how these procedures work in order to keep children from throwing tantrums mid-shot. 

“And we’re all done, you’re a real trooper Benjamin. I’ll be sure to let the Doctor know what a great job you did letting us take care of you.” She smiles as she packs everything before walking out. 

y/n grabs Ben’s hand “Was that scary?” 

Ben shakes his head, and y/n smiles pressing a kiss to the top of his head before taking her phone out and letting him grab it. She leans back and looks at Tom. “I’m really sorry about... everything and I’m really happy you decided to come even though you said-” 

Tom shakes his head, “I’m scared, I’m really scared.” y/n nods and looks down. knowing he was deadlocked on what he said. 

“Give him a chance.” 

It’s a plea, gentle and low but loud enough that Tom feels it in his chest. 

Days have gone by and it seemed like everything was back to normal. Ben was beginning to feel better, things at the flower shop were breezing by and y/n was ahead of her assignments. 

It was refreshing, to say the least. It really had only been a couple of days or close to two weeks that the whole Tom coming back and revealing Ben to the people she had kept in the dark for so long. 

“Hey... you doing ok mama?” Serena asked putting the broom away. 

y/n nods but sighs, “I don’t know why I even asked him. Why I even called him, I mean I do, but I hate myself for it.” 

Serena shook her head “But you shouldn’t, look you helped me through my whole relationship with Damien and I’m going to tell you what you told me. You’re going to feel how you’re going to feel about it and you shouldn’t hate yourself for still caring about him. Accepting that you still love him but can’t be with him is going to help you get over him.” 

“I hate when you use my words against me.” 

They share a laugh before Serena sighs and places her hand atop y/n’s, looking her straight in the eyes. “I don’t want to give you false hope... but who says you can’t?” 

“You did just now.” y/n jokes 

Serena tilts her head with a raised brow, “y/n... really. Why are you so hellbent on it. It’s clear that there are unresolved feelings there, not just on your part. He came to the shop and then the hospital? Maybe he’s not ready to be a dad today or tomorrow but that doesn’t mean he won’t ever be.” 

“Rena... the walls I’m building aren’t to protect me...” 

It’s silent for a beat, only a beat before Serena speaks up “You can’t protect Ben from this. He needs a mom and a dad.” 

“Who says I can’t be both?” 

“No one is saying that you’ve done so well by yourself. But he has the chance to have it, don’t you want to give him that?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Then what’s a little pain.” 

The conversation with Serena really left y/n in a bigger turmoil than before. She knew that there were points made but it didn’t stop her own fear. She glanced back at the living-room where Ben had built a fort and was in his own little world, so innocent to what is going on around him. 

“Bedtime baby.” 

“No mama I’m not tired.” 

“But you need to sleep before school, don’t you want to see your friends?”

“I miss Nan.” 

“We can see her after school tomorrow.” 

Ben is quiet for a bit before he comes out of the fort, he’s holding his box of toys that carry a variety.” 

“You say goodnight to them?” 

“Yesh,” 

He sets the box on the ground before taking off in the direction of his bedroom. Suddenly very eager. y/n giggles and follows after him. When she reaches the doorway he’s pushing the button on his nightlight. “Otay, night mama.” He says as he crawls into bed. He touches his mouth as he makes a kissy face. 

“Goodnight baby.” y/n leans down and kisses his lips, nose, and forehead. She stands and turns the light off, she stays there for a moment as she watches him look up at the ceiling catching the night lights shades of different shapes. 

Once she enters her bedroom, she changes into more comfortable clothing. She bites her bottom lip as she glances at her phone. There are no notifications and she wasn’t expecting any, however, she could feel her pulse spike at the idea she was having. 

She unlocked it and opened messages, her fingers began to type out a message, and before she could really even think about it she pressed send.  

sent 9:43PM 

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OKAY but like imagine constantly giving surprises smooches or pecks on the cheeks to Arvin because he can't help but smile or get flustered when he gets kissed!!! GIVE ME SOFT ARVIN ANYDAY

Smooches |a.r|

You and Arvin had been dating for a few months and he loved you dearly. He always gets shy whenever you both kiss or you show him affection in anyway. It was just something he never really experienced. You liked how the tip of his ears turned pink and how his eyes would get wide when he looks at you.

“Y-Y/N!” Arvin said quickly after you had kissed his cheek. He was sitting in the livingroom of your apartment.

“What? I just wanted to show my boyfriend some affection.” You smiled and sat on his lap.

“You just do it on purpose.” Arvin pouted a bit and held you close. You smiled and kissed his face. Though he would never admit it; Arvin loved whenever you hugged or kissed him. It made him feel safe.

“Yeah cause I like your reaction.”

Arvin smiled softly and moved to hide his face in your neck. “I love you.” He said quietly and kissed your neck.

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[petersasteria]

𝐤'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

DISCLAIMER: *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬. 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.

✨ = the song cannot be requested anymore because all stories have been written already.

𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝟏𝟗𝟑𝟕-𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟐)

1. 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖋𝖘 (1937)

       - I’m Wishing

         ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

       - One Song

         ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

       - Someday My Prince Will Come

         ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

2. 𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖔 (1940)

       - When You Wish Upon A Star

         ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

3. 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆 (1940)

4. 𝕯𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖔 (1941)

       - Baby Mine

         ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

5. 𝕭𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎 (1942)

𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐀 (𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟑-𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟗)

    - Saludos Amigos (1942/1943), The Three Caballeros (1944/1945), Make Mine Music (1946), Fun and Fancy Free (1947), Melody Time (1948), and The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎-𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟕)

1. 𝕮𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆 (1950)

         - A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

         - So This Is Love

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

2. 𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 (1952)

3. 𝕻𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖆𝖓 (1953)

         - Your Mother and Mine

            ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

4. 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖕 (1955)

         - He’s A Tramp

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

5. 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 (1959)

         - Once Upon A Dream

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

6. 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖘 (1961)

7. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 (1963)

8. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 (1967)         

         - That’s What Friends Are For

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎-𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟕)

      - The Aristocats (1970), Robin Hood (1973), The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977), and The Rescuers (1977)

𝐕. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐄 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏-𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖)

    - The Fox and the Hound (1981), The Black Cauldron (1985), The Great Mouse Detective (1986), and Oliver & Company (1988)

𝐕𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗-𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗)

1. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭 (1989)

         - Part of Your World

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

         - Kiss The Girl

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

2. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 (1990)

3. 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 (1991)

         - Something There

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

         - Beauty and the Beast

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

4. 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷 (1992)

         - A Whole New World

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

5. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 (1994)

         - Hakuna Matata

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

         - Can You Feel The Love Tonight?

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

6. 𝓟𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼 (1995)

         - Colors of the Wind

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

7. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓮 (1996)

         - Someday

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

8. 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 (1997)

         - Zero to Hero

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

         - I Won’t Say I’m In Love ✨

           ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

9. 𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓷 (1998)

        - Reflection

          ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

        - I’ll Make A Man Out Of You

          ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

10. 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓷 (1999)

           - You’ll Be In My Heart

             ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐀 (𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗-𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕)

       - Fantasia 2000 (1999), Dinosaur (2000), The Emperor’s New Groove (2000), Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001), Lilo & Stitch (2002), Treasure Planet (2002), Brother Bear (2003), Home on the Range (2004), Chicken Little (2005), and Meet The Robinsons (2007)

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐑𝐀 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖-𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓)

𝟙. 𝔹𝕠𝕝𝕥 (𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟠)

𝟚. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕘 (𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟡)

            - Almost There

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - Ma Belle, Evangeline

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝟛. 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟘)

            - When Will My Life Begin

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - I See The Light

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝟜. 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕙 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟙)

𝟝. 𝕎𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜-𝕀𝕥-ℝ𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕙 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟚)

            - When Can I See You Again?

              ↬ Tom H.** || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝟞. 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟛)

            - Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - For The First Time In Forever

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - Love Is An Open Door

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - Let It Go

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝟟. 𝔹𝕚𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝟞 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟜)

𝟠. ℤ𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕒 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟞)

𝟡. 𝕄𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕒 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟞)

            - Where You Are

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - How Far I’ll Go

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

            - You’re Welcome

              ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

𝟙𝟘. ℝ𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕙 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕥 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟠)

𝟙𝟙. 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕀 (𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟡)

              - Some Things Never Change

                ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

              - Lost In The Woods ✨

                ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

              - The Next Right Thing ✨

                ↬ Tom H. || Harry H. || Haz O. || Peter P. || Arvin R.

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𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @abrielleholland​ @poguesholland​ @superheroesaremytea​ @marshxx​ @buckys-little-hoe​ @harryismysunflower​ ​ @hollandsrecs​​ @slytherin-chaser​ @quaksonhehe​ @lil-mellow-bunbun​ @turtoix​ @badreputationlove​ @swiftmind​ @sovereignparker​ @nerdyandproudofitsstuff​ @pearce14​​ @cherthegoddess​ @justanamesstuff​ @chewymoustachio​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @peterspidey​ @ella-whyte​ @givebuckyhisplumsnow​

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𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @justanamesstuff​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @marvelousell @justasmisunderstoodasloki @rubberducky-jrr​ @allyz​ @osterfieldnholland @miraclesoflove @god-knows-what-am-i-doing @drie-the-derp @hollands-weasley @itstaskeen @call-me-baby-gir1 @the-panwitch @iamaunicorn4704 @geminiparkers​ @holland-styles​ @calltothewild​ @fancyxparker​ @whatthefuckimbisexual​ @justanothermarvelmaniac @unsaidholland @musicalkeys @lost-in-the-stars03 @hufflepuffprincess24 @hollanddolanfangirl @parkerpeter24 @bellelittleoff @agentnataliahofferson @aqiise @lexirv​ @blairscott​ @hi-im-maddie​ @theonly1outof-a-billion​ @u-rrose​ @speedymaximoff​ @theliterarymess​

𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: @hollandtown​ @hufflepuffhollander​​ @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​ @tomhollandsstan​ @autumnprker​ @curlytops​ @imthefloor​ @ragnarokayla​ @fancyxholland​ @parkeret​ @hazforpresident​ @duskholland​ @deadlyaffairs​ @spider-pxrkers​ @unsaidholland​ @frantasmic​ @peeterparkr​ @t-holland2080​ @peachybloomss​ @tomxhollanderr​ @cosmicholland​ @fallinfortom​ @spidey-sophie​ @theamazingtomholland​ @greenorangevioletgrass​ @fanficparker​ @uglypastels​ @sunflowerhollands​ @hazardosterfield​ @tonguetiedholland​ @hermione-jeangranger​​ @dontmindthefangirling​ @saintlavrents​ @nerdyperfectionfire​ @leocoon1d​ @h-osterfield​ @trustfundparker​ @lcvelyparkers​ @h0llandshalstead​ @harrisonloveposts​ @holland-quackson​ @sweetdespairbarnes​

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[missbasicxxx]

Puppy-sitting Part 5 | Peter Parker imagine

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Those few days with you, in the new relaxed, secure lifestyle surely was enjoyable for Peter. At first, he was even proud of himself for rejecting Mr. Stark’s offer and deciding to stay with you. He didn’t say anything to you, of course. (Not that he could have.) He knew that you would make him go back to being human even if it meant that he would forget about everything. He just knew it. He knew that you didn’t value this, whatever this was, as much as him. Yes, you did love him, but that wasn’t him. Not the real Peter Parker, the guy who always stammer and fall over his words when he saw you, the guy who secretly (or rather, not-so-secretly) stares at you during briefings, the guy who, frankly, you didn’t even know existed. This thing, it was definitely not ideal, but it was at least something. The old Peter, he didn’t have anything with you. He hated to admit it, but he was afraid of losing what he had. 

He knew it was selfish, avoiding his responsibilities for his own self interest, but he also thought he kind of deserved it. He worked hard for the avengers, didn’t he? It was about time he got to enjoy his life a little, wasn’t it? A little break didn’t kill anybody, did it? 

Deep down he knew it was wrong. This life wasn’t even his. He just needed a bit of a push to realise that. 

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It was just a typical puppy day for Peter. He was leaning against you, his head on your arm, and your hand ruffling his fur. He was so relaxed that he almost fell asleep when you spoke quietly, mostly to yourself, he assumed.

“Lot of exciting stuff happening these days, huh?”

He looked up at you but your eyes were still fixed on the screen of your laptop.

‘What do you mean?’

He thought through sleepy eyes.

“Mutant labs. Organisations doing illegal experiments to create mutants like Wanda. It seems like they’re increasing in size and numbers. I bet I can organise a mission for this.”

Peter closed his eyes again and laid his head down. 

‘Of course you can. You can do anything,’

“I wish I could do more.”

‘Mmhmm. I told you, you can-’

“Like you.”

Peter instantly sat upright. 

‘Like me?’

You were looking at him now. Peter let out a small whimper. 

‘No...You’re way better than me.’

“Well, yeah, maybe not at the moment, but soon, right? You can do anything.”

You smiled, but Peter caught a glimpse of sadness in your eyes. Before he could figure it out, you broke the gaze and closed your laptop.

“Enough about work. Let’s get some sleep.”

And normally, Peter would have. But he just lay awake, listening to your steady breathing, and then he looked at your hand resting beside him. It reminded him of that Beatles song, I want to hold your hand. He quietly put his paw on top of it, when he realised. 

That was what he wanted. He wanted to hold your hand. As Peter. Not this. This, wasn’t him. This, was just an illusion. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be there for you. He wanted to comfort you. Actually comfort you, with words. Tell you how great you are, tell you that you’re amazing, tell you that the world needed you as much as it needed him. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. Whatever happened between you and this, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t him. He didn’t want to be with you if it was like this. 

He came to a decision. 

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“Hey, kid, you alright?”

Peter blinked. In front of him, he saw two familiar faces. Only, they were smaller than he remembered.

“Did it work?”

A gasp escaped his mouth. That was his voice. Did he just-

“Sure seems like it.”

Tony smiled with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“And since you asked that question, you remember what happened before you blacked out. Which means that you remember everything before it.”

Strange added with a sigh of relief.

“Welcome back, kid.”

Tony raised his hand to give a pat on his back, but Peter jumped off from his bed, making his way towards the door.

“I-I just, I gotta, I’ll be back real soon!”

Tony let out a chuckle.

“Of course, your puppy love can’t be left waiting, can it?”

With that, Peter was off, running to the place where he knew with his heart.

When he finally got in front of your door, he took in a deep breath, and knocked.

‘This is it, Peter. You can finally do it. Tell her how you feel.’

But when he saw your face, his mind started to fall apart again.

“Oh, uh...Hi, Peter. You came back.”

Of course, he knew you through his heart and soul, but you didn’t know him. This Peter, at least. This was just Peter Parker, the guy you didn’t even know existed. Peter couldn’t bring himself to spill out his feelings to you. Not like this.

“Yeah...Thanks for taking care of me during...”

“Um, yeah, don’t mention it.”

Peter let out an awkward laugh and a quick “Gotta go now” under his breath before turning and heading back towards the lab.

Who was he kidding. He was hopeless.

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Part 6 -

AN: dog! Peter is dog! no more! But you’re not done with the Puppy-sitting business. Not quite yet.

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[lifemuchgreener]

Brothers Trust - Chapter 5

STORY SUMMARY: You enter the Brothers Trust contest on a whim, not expecting to win. But what happens when you do?

CHAPTER SUMMARY: It’s been several weeks since you left London. Classes are in full swing and despite both of your busy schedules, you and Tom find ways to keep in contact through texting, Snapchat, and Skype. One night on Skype things get sexual. 

WARNINGS: Swearing, dirty talk, mention of voyeurism and other various sex acts.

WORD COUNT: 1303

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For the sake of this story let’s pretend you live in a timezone that’s several hours behind Tom. Also: I wrote most of this smut while I was at work...heh. 

Prologue: here, 

Chapter/Day One: here 

Chapter/Day Two: here

Chapter/Day Three: here

Chapter/Day Four: here

Adjusting to going back to school is already a challenge after you’ve spent the summer doing nothing academic. Adjusting to going back to school after you’ve just spent the most incredible three days in London with Tom Holland is even harder.

When you got to your dorm on the 6th of September you and your roommate ordered a bunch of food and spent the evening going through all of your social medias since Nikki had posted that photo of you and Tom.

Instagram seemed to be the platform where you were getting the most attention. People screenshotted selfies that had been on your account for ages and edited them with various cute filters. They posted these photos with captions like “omg @yourinstagramname is so pretty 😍😍.” A few fan pages dedicated to you had even popped up.

Some people just cropped you out of the photo before they reposted it but that didn’t annoy you. Some people were just bitter and jealous but you did your best to not let it bother you.

Since your roommate didn’t particularly care about Tom or Marvel in general, you felt comfortable telling her the majority of what happened. She would catch you staring at the picture of you and Tom that you put on the wall and make exaggerated kissing noises, prompting you to laugh and throw one of your pillows at her.

You and Tom quickly developed a fairly regular talking schedule. You text often and he sends you shirtless Snapchats that make you forget how to breathe. Sometimes you even video chat on Skype.

It’s late Thursday night and you and Tom are Skyping. You’re doing some reading for your Friday morning class and Tom is just sitting around before he has to go to set for the day. You like having each other’s presence even if neither of you are saying anything and that’s exactly what you’re doing now.

You’ve been reading the same book for your class for hours. You want nothing more than to throw the book to the side and sleep but you know your professor will give you a pop quiz on the content.

You’re laying with your stomach on the bed’s mattress when you look over at your laptop to see if Tom is still there. Your camera is focused on the curve of your ass and you can tell that Tom is staring at it. You wiggle it which makes him snap out of his trancelike state.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes immediately.

You mark where you are in your book, set it on your nightstand, and sit up.

“Like what you see, Tommy?” you ask teasingly. The shorts that you wear to sleep leave most of your thighs exposed and he can see your nipples through the thin material of your t-shirt. You’re immediately thankful that your roommate doesn’t have any classes on Friday and has already gone home for the weekend.

He licks his lips and nods.

“Should I take this off?” you ask innocently, cupping yourself through your shirt.

He nods again.

“Too scared to kiss me, too scared to have Skype sex with me,” you taunt, hoping to elicit a verbal response out of him.

And boy does it work.

“So mouthy,” he says with his voice low, tugging off his shirt and moving his laptop back so you can see more of his body. He’s hard. “Is your roommate gone?”

“No, Tom, I’m dirty talking to you with my hands on my tits while my roommate is here. Of course she’s gone!”

“Just figured I’d ask,” he says calmly. “Bet you’re a dirty girl who would love someone to watch you put on a show for me.”

Your breath hitches.

“Not my roommate...I live with her. That would make things awkward.”

“But you’d be open to someone else that you maybe don’t know as well?”

“Maybe.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He trails his hand down his bare chest. “Shirt off. Now.”

You do as he says and toss it on the floor.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Wanna take the rest of your clothes off for me? Only if you’re comfortable.”

His kindness makes you smile as you lift your hips and slide your shorts and underwear down in one movement. You sit back and remove them completely but cross your legs so you’re still covered just to tease him.

“Come on,” he says with an edge to his voice that’s so incredibly sexy. “Show me.”

You slowly uncross your legs and spread them wide so he can see.

He swears and stands up quickly to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. His cock springs free and your breath catches in your throat as you imagine the warm weight of it in your hands, your mouth, your inner leg as he moves up your body to kiss you after he goes down on you…

“Like what you see?” He smirks.

You nod, licking your lips without even realizing it. “I do.”

He licks his palm and starts to stroke himself. Your fingers barely graze over your clit and your hips buck up automatically, seeking a firmer touch.

“Can’t stop thinking about the way you looked when we were playing air hockey,” he groans. “Should’ve ditched the game and just fucked you over the table.”

You gasp at his admission, finally touching your clit while the pointer finger of your other hands slides into you.

“Tom,” you whine, adding another finger and spreading your legs even wider, the stretch adding a small amount of pain alongside the pleasure. “Tell me how you’ll fuck me. Make me come.”

“Gonna take you to a hotel,” he explains, his free hand cupping his balls as he continues to stroke himself steadily. “The same room you stayed in so I can make it up to you. You’ll finally get your kiss, love -- you’ll get kisses everywhere. Going to spend hours between your legs until you’re absolutely begging for my cock. And then I’ll finally give it to you: while you’re on your back, on your hands and knees, with you on top of me, against the wall.”

He’s stroking himself so fast that the camera can’t keep up. The image gets blurred and pixelated but his words are more than enough to get you off and you come on your fingers, a moan still escaping your lips even though you bite them in an attempt to stay quiet.

He comes right afterwards but, unfortunately for you, is more successful at keeping quiet. The image returns to normal when he stops moving so fast and he adjusts his camera so it’s on his face.

“I gotta go get ready,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath.

You nod. “Talk later?”

“Definitely. Sleep well.”

You hang up and lay on your bed for a minute in an attempt to catch your own breath. You look over to the book that you haven’t finished and scowl, pushing it off the table and onto the floor so you don’t have to look at it. You decide you’ll skim it before class starts and hope that it will work.

You get up on shaky legs and go to retrieve your clothes but, remembering that you have the room to yourself, you decide to remain naked. You shut off the overhead light and crawl back into bed. You grab your phone to set an alarm for the morning and see that you have a Snapchat notification from Tom.

It’s a picture of his cum-covered stomach with the message “thanks 😉” written across it.

You reluctantly turn off your phone and lay your head on your pillow, resisting the urge to get off again but when you close your eyes all you can see is Tom’s perfect body.

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[deadlyaffairs]

Honey

This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.

Prompt: “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

Words: 1,052

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader 

A/N: Sorry for any errors hope people like it! Day two of my challenge will be out around the same time tomorrow, maybe later. ENJOY sorry I was feeling  Cevans fluff! 

You mouthed the lyrics to Fergie’s Glamourous to your reflection as you blended out the dark brown shade with a taupe green shade, taking your time to cut your crease and add a light shimmer in your inner corner. You made sure you applied your lashes with intent, laying down lash glue where the lashes were going to be placed followed by mascara, and then adding lash glue to the lash itself, adding mascara once more for extra security.

The final step in your make-up process, lipgloss is added, you pucker your lips and massage the gloss into the skin. You give the mirror some Blue Steel moments before standing, walking away from your vanity momentarily to slip on the dress that was laid out on the bed. 

The creme color dress is strapless and very casual, the fabric is cotton and stops mid-calve. Before you can even start to put the stilettos on, Chris, your boyfriend walks into the bedroom. He’s dressed in a creme colored knitted sweater, with dark washed denim jeans and a tan coat.

Chris tilts his head down as he watches you. “Honey... I thought we agreed.” 

You smiled up at him innocently. “I know, I know, I know. But you can’t rush perfection.” 

A grin stretches it’s way onto Chris’s features. “Aren’t you the one who tells me that I shouldn’t put too much effort into my appearance for family functions.” 

“Chris dear, I am a woman. I have different expectations, especially since this is your family we’re seeing.” 

“They already love you.” 

“Oh that’s without a doubt, I’m fabulous, what’s not to love? However, I still have to look good. We’re not married yet, so I have to put the effort in.” You stand and strut to the closest mirror, seeing your full body. Your small imperfections that have taken years to love pause your confidence for a second before you catch Chris’s blue eyes drinking your appearance in with complete admiration and love. 

“You said yet.” 

“What?” 

“Just now... you said ‘we’re not married yet,’“ 

Your face flushes as heat spreads throughout your body. It’s a mixture of embarrassment but, also desire. “Did I?” 

“Don’t play coy Honey,” 

For a while it’s silent, the sound of music emitting from your phone is the only noise but you were both staring at the other with a whimsical look. You had been in an exclusive relationship with Chris for three years and from the very moment, you met him you fell for him.

He was charismatic, intelligent, funny, and down-to-earth. You knew a year into the relationship you wanted to marry him. But your own insecurities got the better of you, plus he had always seemed adamant on his stance with marriage. He wanted it but, with the right person and at the right time. 

“We should get going before your brother starts talking shit about me being a bad influence again.” You say breaking the spell. You pull on a long, taupe green coat and move past Chris to retrieve your phone from it’s charging spot on your vanity. 

Chris smiles “I have to quickly grab a surprise present for my parents, I’ll meet you downstairs.” He says as he walks towards his closet. You think nothing of it since it’s in his nature to pull something like this. 

You’re downstairs with Dodger at your feet, he’s staring at you intently or more importantly he’s staring at the plate macaroni and cheese you are holding. “Sorry bub, when we get home I’ll have a plate for you.” You wink trying to see if he’ll understand and with the wag of his tail you are hopefull.

Chris is downstairs within a few minutes. You see he is holding nothing and raise a perfectly sculpted brow. 

“Your parents' gift dear?” 

“I’ve got it, Honey.”

The car ride is peaceful, Chris knows you love Christmas music and has had his Sirus XM tuned to the holiday station since the beginning of the month. Your left hand is atop Chris’s and you make it to his parent’s home in good time. 

“Chris.” Says his brother Scott, as he opened the front door. 

“Scott.” 

“Honey.” You say interjecting yourself in their playful banter. Scott turns away from his brother sending you a wide grin.

“Hello y/n, how are you? Come inside.” 

You both enter and immediately Miles runs at Chris full speed, he has grown quite a bit but still only reaches Chris’s torso. You both say hello to everyone, you kiss Lisa on the cheek and give hugs to the rest. 

An hour and a half have past and you’re all done eating, some still picking at the food but mostly everyone is listening in on the conversation that’s being held. Everyone cutting in and saying what they have to say. You loved spending time with Chris’s family, they were all good company and it felt like home. 

“Uh haha can I have everyone’s attention?” Chris says, it's deep and resonates within the room. You straighten in your seat because Chris hardly uses the tone outside of the bedroom. 

Everyone gives him their undivided attention. He turns to you however and you suddenly feel anxious. The pit of your stomach knotting up in fear. “y/n, I love you. I love you so much, These past three years have meant everything to me. I wouldn’t be who I am without you by my side, for years I didn’t know anyone could bring me such happiness the way you do. I’ve been waiting all my life for you. Honey, will you give me the greatest honor of marrying me?” 

You are stunned and left speechless but the moment Chris gets one knee on the ground you leap forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes! Of course! I love you so much!” 

Chris stands, pulling you up with him. His family is clapping and his parents stand, congratulating you both. You are crying as Chris slides the ring onto your finger. His parents hug you both first before his siblings. The children might not understand what is happening but the hug you both as well. 

You kiss Chris once everyone is done as you pull away you lean into his ear, “To the rest of my life with you dear.” 

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After You Left [7]

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Dad!Tom AU

Summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

Word Count: 1.6k

y/n couldn’t read Tom, he was smiling and responding to Ben in a way that just seemed right. She figured it had to do with the fact that Ben was his son and Tom did have some preparation with Paddy when he was younger.

Ben’s coughing brought y/n out of her daze.

“Ben, you have to cover your mouth please.” y/n sat beside him in the back. They opted to take her car since it would’ve taken time to remove his car seat and install it in Tom’s, then remove it once more and reinstall it.

“Where we going?” Ben asked, his eyes irritated and puffy from constant rubbing.

“The doctor baby, you’re sick.”

“I already go.”

“I know, but we have to go again.“

The car was silent as y/n never finished. She couldn’t seem to figure out a way to explain that sometimes you don’t get better to her three-year-old. Tom pretended he wasn’t stealing glances of y/n but his eyes kept finding her, taking in her maternal instincts freeze.

“Your mom just wants to be sure you’re ok. It’s okay to go more than once.” Tom said trying to fill in the blank. Tom glanced back between two sets of eyes staring at him. He couldn’t really read y/n’s expression but saw that her face held a hint of surprise, however, he also saw that Ben looked intrigued.

“What you?”

Tom glanced at y/n, who was staring at the roof of the car as he tried to make out what the toddler could possibly mean by that “What I?”

“What do you mean. He’s asking.” y/n said softly as if she could hear the gears turning in Tom’s head, she tried to ignore the fluttering of her stomach and the racing of her heart, convinced it was her who needed to see a doctor as well.

‘Well, for example when Tess was sick I took her to the doctor...” Tom was trying to say

“Poor Tessa.” Ben interrupted, which lifted the corner of Tom’s mouth.

“Yes, poor Tess. But they said she ate something bad and when we were home she was still sick.”

“Doctor lied?”

“No... the doctor didn’t lie. Tessa was just sick longer than they thought so they had to check to see if something else was making her sick.”

y/n listened as Tom explained, she couldn’t stop her stomach from fluttering it feeling like a swarm of butterflies. Ben looked pleased with the answer or maybe it was that he puzzling it over. Tom stared straight towards the road and she hoped she’d catch his eye again, yet she noticed his jaw was clenching. She thought back to when they were together, how he’d do that if he was overthinking.

Suddenly she began to overthink. Was it about Ben? Was it about what he said? Or was it about him being in this situation? Did he feel like she was forcing this onto him? Her mind fuzzed over the possibilities.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Ben’s sniffling had progressed throughout the ride seeing as the three-year-old wouldn’t let y/n lift the tissue up close enough to wipe his nose. Once Tom pulled into the hospital driveway he glanced back after putting the car into park.

“I can find a parking spot while you check-in or something...”

y/n nodded, or something was Tom’s way of deflecting. She recalled. Maybe he hadn’t really changed, maybe it only seemed that way.

“Tom, thank you for driving but if you need to call someone to pick you up I won't stop you. I just need the keys.”

Tom again felt the urge to listen to her, to do what she said. To call up Harrison or whoever to pick him up and leave, yet he kept thinking about Ben and if he was ready to be a father. He kept coming to the conclusion that he wasn’t ready. He still had his whole career and life ahead of him. Yet he that didn’t stop him from saying “I— 'm staying. I want to stay.”

y/n felt as if her heart had burst. As if the rest of the invisible weight pushing down against her chest had finally released.

“Please don’t do that.” y/n felt her eyes watering, Ben began to fidget, he was confused and didn’t understand the tension. Which made him uncomfortable. “I don’t need false hope. I can’t do that to him.” she finished saying.

Tom stayed put, y/n took that as a cue to continue and balled her hands into fists. She wasn’t angry, just confused because everything was screaming at her to make this right but at the same time, she still loved Tom and wished he would fight for her and for Ben. “I’m not saying you have to leave. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing this onto you. You did say you weren’t ready.”

Tom remained silent, he assumed it was because she was right, those were his words. It was also because he could hardly recall a time where his mum and dad fought. There were the occasional disagreements that lead to the silent treatment, but thinking back on it. He couldn’t remember any fights that caused their children anxiety, never arguments that caused tension.

Instead, Tom opted for “I know what I said. I just want to make sure you’re ok. He’s your son.”

y/n knew it shouldn’t have stung the way it did, she hoped that maybe it just came out wrong. Tom on the other hand instantly felt the impact of his words. Your son, your son, your son.

“Alright...”  y/n unclasped Ben from his car seat, She could tell Ben was trying to make sense of their words and the meanings behind them she kissed his forehead and tightened the blanket around him as she pulled him out into the cold London air.

Once they were fully out of the car and had walked through the automatic front doors, Tom sat and stared at them disappear before driving off to find an empty parking space.

After y/n and Ben sat in the waiting room for fifteen minutes while Tom stood outside in front of the doors contemplating going inside and handing over the keys spitting out some lame excuse to ditch, they all sat in the waiting room in silence as Ben laid in his mum’s lap fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Benjamin Holland?” A nurse called out, y/n stood immediately since she was used to hearing his name on a daily basis. This revelation, however, took Tom by complete and utter surprise as he stayed seated, by the time he was done he could see that y/n and the nurse were about to round the corner of the hall to a room.

“So it seems his fever has gotten worse.” a man with sharp rimmed glasses stated.

“Does that mean anything?” y/n asks right after the man finishes his sentence.

“Fret not dear, children are more likely to get sick at such a young age due to their bodies not being completely developed. It’s actually a good thing since they learn how you and others treat them, allowing them to learn empathy.”

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to nag but I’m just frightened because my father died of cancer just recently and it runs in the family.”

“My condolences. However, if it makes you feel better we’ll go right ahead and run some test.”

“I hate to be that woman but I would absolutely appreciate it.”

“Nonsense. You are a mother worried about the health and wellbeing of her child. I’m going to go ahead and get that set up for you, a nurse will be in shortly alright love.”

The doctor smiles, turns and gestures for y/n to lead the way, she lets a deep sigh out before turning to the shut door where through the small window she can see Ben laying on the too big hospital bed. He looks even tinier, his eyes red and nose running with Tom sitting over him with hawk-like concentration.

She enters, the doctor following behind her, “Ello Ben, I’m Dr. Moore how are you feeling mate?”

“Tared... I go home now.”

y/n swore something sank to the pit of her stomach. And though Tom would never admit it his chest felt constricted, it was becoming hard to breathe.

“That’s alright. Mom and Dad are here we’re going to take care of you”

For a second Tom was unphased by the title but it immediately hit him once y/n began to stammer.

“Oh Tom, just Tom...”

She wasn’t saying he was wrong but she was covering up a lie. A lie, he suddenly remembered was what came between his happiness. He looked over at Ben who was looking at the ugly blue comforter and couldn’t possibly have caught what the doctor said or was good at hiding it for being a toddler. 

“Hey...” Tom said trying to get Ben’s attention. Ben lifted his eyes up to Tom and it was an indescribable feeling to see a child your child looking back at you. “ Tessa got better and you will too.” 

“Was Tess tared?” 

Tom tried to think of a time when Tessa was scared, what he did to make her feel better. But his mind went to y/n when her aunt first got sick and how Tom was just there holding her. 

“Yes, but I was right there with her and I held her when she got too scared.” Tom smiled softly at Ben who sat with furrowed brows before he raised them in a manner that only a kid could pull off and look totally like an adult. 

“You hold me?” Ben said poking his own chest to emphasize his question. 

y/n turned away from the doctor. Ben’s question taking her by surprise but her body immediately filled with anxiety as she glanced at Tom waiting with Ben for his answer. 

“...” 

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I love you

This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.

Prompt: We’re roommates and you make me so mad! But I love you.

Words: 2,089 (honestly didn’t feel like that)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Roommates!AU, Musicians!AU

A/N: Inspired heavily by Burlesque, or well more importantly the friends-to-lovers, roommates with angst but ultimately fluff trope! That was long to write lol. Also, I know I said the second one-shot was coming out later today, but that was before the idea struck me and it kinda feels good to be caught up since technically I was already behind on my challenge. Hope this makes up for it and hope you ENJOY!

It was late at night when Ben awoke to the sound of the flat’s door being opened and gently shut. He had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but would never admit that.

Around mid-day, Ben is sitting at the island laptop opened and writing some lyrics. He looks up and smiles at you as you walk through after unlocking the door. “You got home pretty late. Quite unusual.” He says taking his bottom lip between his fingers guarding his face.

You glance at him, your body heating up in embarrassment. Your heart beating rapidly as suddenly the feelings you’ve been having for Ben begin to surface. “Oh yeah, sorry, I-I well I sort of met up with that one guy... Landon. The one who's been coming into the club lately.”

“Landon that prick?”

You watched Ben fight to look at you longer than necessary. You looked at your feet in light sadness. However, your eyes were ready to bug out of their sockets when you remembered the flashy shoes Landon had left you at rehearsal.

When you looked up, Ben was typing at the computer, trying to put you at the back of his mind. You squared your shoulders suddenly angry at his comment and dropped your keys onto the key foyer and practically stomp to your bedroom.

“New shoes?” Ben asks just as your about to shut your door. You look back at him. His eyes are still trained on screen and his fingers are still moving. But you hear the word he mutters. “Classy...”

At that, you feel your blood boil, and your chest is rising and now your body is filled with anger. You huff and slam the door hard enough to resonate against the wall it was on but, not hard to cause a disturbance.

A few days later, you’ve still been ignoring Ben. It’s been four days of silence from your end that Ben is angry at you being angry at him.

“You know ‘s only one reason why reason a bloke buys women shoes ya?”

You glare at him as you shut your bedroom door. You walk out in a small number you only bring out to really make some people mad. The v-line plunged down to highlight the valley of your chest, your skin was practically glowing in the faint light of the flat’s terrible lighting. The dress was tight-fitting and stopped a little higher on the thigh. The silk material was silver and the flashy shoes you were given tied together beautifully.

“So what if I’m getting a little male attention?”

“It’s a bit more than a little ya?”

“Not from anyone that matters.” You mutter not looking back to gauge his reaction. You’ve said what you’ve said, there was no taking it back or fixing it.

For Ben, it was a blatant jab at him. At his feelings. They had both been playing a game of cat and mouse. Not knowing they spent too much time switching between the two to realize neither were getting any catching done.

The two of you spent more days ignoring each other. Staying in your room or Ben staying in his. Avoiding each other around the rest of the flat. You decided to start spending your days with Landon, getting to know him, doing things like going out to eat, watching movies. You liked going out, but you couldn’t help but feel hollow inside your chest because at every moment you could, you spent it picturing Ben. Doing these things with you and not Landon.

The next night you get home late, all the lights except the kitchen one are off. You furrow your brows and walk inside. You see no faint glow of light under Ben’s bedroom door and sigh, biting your lip you go to your room, you undress and get ready for bed.

A few hours later you woke up to noises that sounded blurred with the door shut, but you knew better. Ben was doing it on purpose, pressing the highest setting of the blender. You groan and rise out of your warm bed, feeding exactly into what he wanted, to rile you up. 

“Ben... Ben... Ben... Jones!” You say over the noise of the blender. Ben is making what appears to be one of his many shakes. He stops only when you call him Jones because He can’t help but love that you’re one of few who actually still call him by his last name, his real one.

“Goodmorning love, sleep well? Shake?”

“No... a little peace and quiet would be lovely.”

Ben presses the blender, giving an unspoken reply. You squint your eyes at him.

“Really now?” You go to ask but Ben again presses the button on the blender the noise returning. You purse your lips and turn around ready to go back to ignoring him, you’ve taken three steps but face him once more “Christ Ben! What is your problem? You’re acting like a fucking prick!”

“It’s not just me ya? You know at the club, we’re like a family, we look out for each other.”

“Right, like Lucy and Rami, Joe.”

“Ya? What about Landon eh? He looks out for you? y/n? He can make things happen for you.”

“He’s a good man, a smart one at that. He goes for what he wants.”

“In the end, it’s about the choices you make love,” Ben says as he stands in front of you, shake long forgotten. He stares you down for a moment before walking off towards his bedroom.

“Oh that’s genius, you’re a bartender/ drummer who writes songs that are never ready.” You say without really wanting to but angry at him for coming at you the way he has. 

Ben slowly stops and turns to you, “Alright, I see then.” He shuts the door behind him and you exhale deeply, shutting your eyes.

Ben and you ignore each other. It doesn’t last long, a day and a half. But it was enough to get your skin to crawl, what you had to say constantly eating at you.  Naisa, a girl from the club where Ben and you worked was getting married and you both had been invited, Ben wasn’t wrong, at the club you all were like family.

You wore a simple red dress, it was long sleeve but was off the shoulder. It stopped right above the knee and you paired it with your tan heels. The makeup was simple, you never truly cared to get doll up yourself, but heavy makeup came with the job. You wore a similar shade of red on your lips.

You arrived later than Ben, he was home for the first part of you getting ready but when you walked out completely finished he was gone, had he been for long? You didn’t know.

At the reception for the wedding you tried to look for the blond but to no prevail. You had caught him briefly at the ceremony. He sat a few rows in front of you. You about given up trying to find him when you reached the bar. 

“A shot of tequila please.”

“Two please.”

You glanced at your side and saw Ben, who was clearly already feeling a little bit drunk.

“Looking lonely there Ben.” You say

“Liberated, questionable. Libated, definitely. Lonely? No, not lonely. Never lonely. Cheers” Ben says smoothly.

Your chest pings at that, was that supposed to hurt as much as it did? Was that meant for you? You scoff and faced away from him.

“Clink!” Ben says and downs the shot. You fight the giggle that makes its way out, downing your own shot.

Ben nudges you and is suddenly in your space. “Love are you still mad at me? Cus..” He slurs just a bit before picking himself back up. Completely in your face now, which you're sure is red from how hot it feels. “Cus if you are... bring it on baby.”

“Are you drunk?” You ask even though you know the answer. You want him to realize how drunk he is acting.

Just as you ask the DJ plays Bruno Mars’ Calling All My Lovelies. “I love this song!” Ben shouts standing and giving the DJ and look.  You walk away since he is not paying attention to you anymore.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ben says as he grips your arm pulling your body back into his. To stop yourself from hitting him too hard you put your hand to his chest as you’re pulled back into him. You can feel his body warmth and remove your hand.

He has his arm under yours and his free hand grabs the one you’ve lowered. “I need to apologize to you.”

“What for.”

He gives you a look, and even now it still takes your breath away, how he can simply look that good? How can he make your blood boil, but get you weak in the knees?

“For being a prick.”

“You were.”

“I was.”

“Mm-hm.”

He smiles at you but it falters just slightly before he asks “Why are you here alone?”

You look up at him, his eyes the brightest green you’ve ever seen. You step just a little closer to him. “Do I look alone to you?”

His smile slowly makes its back to his features before he dips you, changing the mood drastically. Later that night you two are stumbling through your flat. The reception and day over with. You fall onto the couch and kick your feet up.

“My feet are killing me! Please take off these shoes Ben.”

He follows you to the couch and yanks at the heel. You laugh as he fumbles with one. “I got it, oh whoa, whoa, aha!” He says once they’re both off.

Your laughter dies down after the good show you received. You look up at him, you hope your eyes are saying everything you can’t bring yourself to say. Ben too, watches you, he’s standing over you and from this angle he can’t stop picturing you underneath.

“Good night.”

“Night.”

Ben walks to his bedroom, shutting the door. You sigh and sit on the couch for a bit. You rub your neck as you try to stop your thought from going back to Ben. However, your thoughts are cut short when Ben’s door opens and he stands there in a blue sheep pajama set. You laugh at it.

“Cute.”

“Mum got em, thank you.” He walks out to the front door. Locking it. He turns to you “Forgot to lock the door.”

You nod. “Got it?”

The lock makes a noise as he twists it once again, Ben’s green eyes find yours and you want to do nothing more but dive into them. “Good,” he says. He walks to his bedroom, pauses and looks at you, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Ben shuts his door and you barely had time to blink before it is ripped open with his shirt gone. “Back again?” You ask with a smile.

“Water... don’t need a nasty hangover in the morning.”

“Right.”

Ben walks to his room once more, he stands in the doorway looking at you. “Good night, again.” He smiles, shutting his door.

“Night... again,” you say to yourself and begin taking your jewelry off. You've turned away from Ben’s door, not being able to see.

It’s opened once more and you laugh quietly to yourself not bothering to look at him, continuing with tugging the jewelry off.

“I think I’m hungry. Yeah... I’m a bit famished.” He walks past the couch to the kitchen and you have to look twice to make sure you saw what you did. His bare ass. You cover your face as laughter rakes through your body.

“Jones!” you peek through your fingers, “Your! It’s...”

He holds out a box of cookies, “What is so funny?” He moves away from the island looking down and using the box to cover his manhood. “Oh, well, I never.” He says in his best southern American accent. 

You continue to laugh, shielding your eyes but also giving in and opening your eyes a few times. He walks over to the couch. He stands over you for a moment. “Want a cookie?” He says normally as he shakes the box, his body is red which tells you he is nervous. You bite your lip, almost taking the bait. He shrugs and walks off. 

“No? Well if you change your mind... you know where they are.” He sends you a wink before shutting the door with his leg and one hand.

You watch and watch. The door remaining shut longer than you hoped. His light also turns off. The smile leaves your face and you begin to grab your things, ready to head to your bedroom. The door to Ben’s door opens slower this time and you look up, not shielding your eyes because let's face it, you knew him too well.

He walks out of his bedroom and he’s dressed in his usual sleep attire. Sweats and no shirt. You chew your bottom lip and you open your mouth to say something but he stops you with his lips. The kiss feels like it was always meant to. A secret told... a promise kept. It was slow, everything felt like it went slowly when the skin of his lips melded against yours.

Ben pulls away and you’re both silent, breathing, tired of waiting. The kiss ignites something in the two of you.

“I love you.” You say and although Ben curses himself for not saying it first, he doesn’t stop himself from saying it back.

“I love you too.”

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[deadlyaffairs]

A lil challenge...

This is inspired by Jenny’s First Kiss Series, go follow and check out their Masterlist! They are honestly so freaking talented! Please keep writing!

These won’t all have to do with Christmas completely but, I am going to try to throw in some holiday-themed ones. This is going to be a challenge for whoever wants to join in. It actually doesn’t have to be Christmas or holiday-themed.

There are exactly seven days left until Christmas day and I have always had a problem with sticking to putting out my writings so I’m going to challenge myself to put out some one-shots. 

I’m going to put the list of prompt starters that I’m going to be using but a heads up I won't write them in that order. I will link them here once they’ve been written. 

These are going to be one-shots for anyone I feel like writing for. It’ll most likely either be Tom Holland, Ben Hardy, or Chris Evans just cause I feel comfortable writing for these men. But if you want to request any persons I’m open to suggestions! I will also be adding more prompts later. 

“My underwear are now bright pink because of you, thank you very much.”

“I’m pregnant!”

Someone gets caught binge watching Hallmark Christmas movies

“Have you seen my earring(s) / necklace(s) / ring(s)?”

We’re roommates and you make me so mad! But I love you.

“Do you regret it?”

Sure, I used to be a regular, but I literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in two years. how do you still remember my order?

“Can you fingerspell that for me, I’m not quite up to that level yet.”

I slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me. 

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

I always hear you singing on your balcony (below mine) every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

Let’s go walk around and look at all the lights and stuff. 

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

The present isn’t actually the stick... How can you not get it? I’m pregnant.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

Happy Holidays! 

-P

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[deadlyaffairs]

After You Left [6]

previous // 

Dad!Tom AU

Summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

Word Count: 933 (tbh uh I don’t think I know how to write anything longer than 1k. Oof sorry for this taking so long... the next one might take just as long but I WILL TRY I PROMISE BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO GET THIS FINISHED AND I DON’T WANT TO START MY NEXT SERIES UNTIL IT IS DONE)

Lying to Tom now seemed pointless. He clearly wasn’t interested in being a father, let alone interested in taking Ben away from her. Being in a relationship with Tom was one thing, they were both young and invincible to the real world troubles of actually becoming adults. 

Of course, Tom had his food career and that was only skyrocketing, but for y/n it was different. Her life only felt like it was getting worse, having to take over a business she resented, having to care for a man who never cared for her, and having to wonder if she was ever going to be good enough for anyone.

“I was afraid. I was afraid of what you’d think of me, of what my life would become, and of what I was going to do after I had Ben.” y/n said, the thoughts she had pushed so far back in her mind were now all rushing back. 

Tom was slightly confused, from the moment he returned and spotted y/n, she looked like she had it figured out. Like this was exactly where she wanted to be in life. “So... you made my parents lie cause?” 

y/n paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t want to keep him. I almost went through with an abortion, but the day they were preparing me, standing in that restroom all alone... I felt him. He kicked and I swear. I don’t know what really happened, just that I was shouting at the receptionist to call your mother.” 

Tom listened, trying to soak in the information. Trying to picture the image she was giving him.

“I just started sobbing and I couldn’t hide it. Not from your parents after all they had done for us... for me, welcoming me, comforting me after my aunt. I told them that we fought and you were leaving... I begged them never to tell you because I didn’t know what you’d think of me if I had gone through with it. I didn’t like what I thought of me after almost going through with it, why would you? And I still loved you, I didn’t want you to think of me as that person.”

“I can’t sit here and tell you it would have been all sunshine and rainbows darlin’ but it would have been better than what it is now don’t you think?” 

“Would it really though Tom? I mean... you clearly don’t want to be a father, you’ve made that so.” 

“Yeah, with what choice? Knowing I was going to be a father is far different than learning three years later that I am a father to a child.” 

“You know there are a lot of things in this world I wish I had done differently. Letting you leave and not telling you about Ben may be one of them, but I can’t go back. I have to stay positive and move on with my life for that little boy up there.” 

Just as she finished, the small voice of a very weak Ben grabbed the two’s attention. 

“Mama...” 

y/n stood and walked over to Ben, who looked exhausted and sounded worse than he did hours ago.

“What is it, Ben? You get too hot?” 

Ben nodded and tried to cover his heavy coughs with his arm but failed as he lazily held his arm out in a weak attempt. 

“You can leave.” y/n looked up at Tom as she picked Ben up into her arms. 

Tom was sure that he was going to listen to her, that this was the time where she explicitly told him to do something and he did it. However, as he continued to watch her motherly instincts, he felt an invisible thing shift, a switch that was turning on. 

“I can drive you to the hospital.” 

“What?” 

“Paddy got sick once, it looked exactly like this. We had to take him to the hospital. It’s the best thing to do.” 

y/n knew he wasn’t judging her, or trying to say she didn’t know what was best for Ben, she understood that Tom was only offering some type of assistance. She nodded and set Ben on the couch. 

“I’m just going to get a blanket and my bag.” 

Tom watched her jog away, he tore his eyes from the place she once was to her small boy. Ben was looking up at Tom and suddenly Tom felt as if he was standing naked. 

“You said a naughty word.” 

Ben sniffled, his nose was red and Tom couldn’t get Rudolph’s jingle out of his head.

“I know.” 

Tom looked away from his eyes, they were the same shade of y/n’s, vibrant and soft but he felt like he was staring into a mirror. He was about to open his mouth to say something to Ben who didn’t tear his eyes away from Tom, but y/n stepped back into the room, she was holding an avengers blanket and a bag in one arm and some boots in her other. 

“O.K. I think we should go,” she said sitting down and pulling the boots on and throwing the blanket around Ben tucking him into a burrito before standing with him in her arms. 

“Are you sure? I can drive myself, I’m sure you have something to cook.” 

She wanted to take it back the moment she said it. 

“My daddy cooks.” 

Ben’s small voice rang out, or maybe it was just y/n’s nerves. She knew now she was in no state to drive, her anxiety shooting through the roof to the sky.

Tom smiled at Ben, his own heart racing. “So I hear.” 

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You Saved My Life

pairing: peter parker x reader 

warnings: near death experience 

summary: A moment that changes everything

word count: 673

prompt: “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

a/n: This is for Jen and Cloy’s Birthday Writing Challenge... Happy Birthday and hope your day is filled with lots of love and laughter. I hope I do the prompt justice, it hasn’t been put into the actual series yet but it will I promise... enjoy! This is part one, thinking it’s going to be a mini-series only three parts.

It was your first day and you shouldn’t have been late. You regret ever listening to your sister. She had made a remark about “dressing up nice for your first real job.” 

A first real job? It was the job you’ve always wanted, the job you’ve always seen yourself having yes, but, it didn’t make your previous job any less real. 

Nevertheless, you had listened which unfortunately meant you had dressed up in a tan blazer, white button up blouse, black slacks, and heels. The heels barely stood at 4 inches. However, they were stilettos and as a New York native, you should have known better.

You probably should have guessed from the moment you stepped out, that today was going to be an off day. The first mistake was actually caring about what your sister said about your attire, the second mistake was choosing to willingly wear heels that you had only broken in once at a distant family member’s recent graduation.  

Like many other people in New York, you relied on public transportation. Today was no exception, only you, of course, missed the only transit to get to the business district on time and had little-to-none chances at getting a taxi. 

With a heavy sigh, you began your trek to the Daily Bugle. The walk would not be a safe “on time” walking distance more of a “barely cutting it,” but with no other choice, you gently pushed through crowds of people and fidgeted impatiently at lights.

The first 10 minutes of walking was fine, the heels had hardly left an ache in your step, but the longer you walked the more you realized why you never wore heels. They were horrible. 

Every step felt like thousands of tiny needles jolting through the bottoms of your feet. You wanted to stop but feared you’d never want to get back to walking if you even got a second of rest. 

It was when you approached the rear side of the building, that you let out a pathetic, yet gleeful groan. You swore another five minutes would have been your undoing. Your phone ringing from your blazer pocket distracted you for a mere moment. 

“Guess what! I—oh shit—” y/n looked down at her foot, “Hold on... my heel is stuck in the... yes I wore heels, leave me alone ok.” y/n tried to lift her foot but found it difficult.

Not that far down a car sped away from police cars, their sirens wailing in the distance and by chance, the person speeding away with trailing patrol cars made a right turn down the street where y/n struggled to get her shoe out. 

“Oh come on. come on, come on.” y/n removed her foot from the shoe but knelt down to hopefully wiggle it free. She turned her attention to the sound of screeching tires and loud sirens in time for a body to ram itself into her, safely out of the way of the speeding vehicle. 

y/n looked into the eyes of the person. They were looking up at the cars as they continued its chase. 

“Are you ok?” The person looked down and y/n didn’t know that brown eyes looked as vibrant and soft as theirs did. 

“You saved my life.” 

“Yeah— Well I mean... uh, are you ok? What were you um what were you doing down there.” 

y/n finally realized the position she was in, under the man, but more importantly on the dirty floor. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, “Ow...” 

The man lifted himself up and held his hand out for her. “Are you ok? Did you hit anywhere?” He tried to ask again. 

“Oh sorry, no I’m fine. I just, I really have to go. Thank you so much, I don’t think I could ever repay you, but I really have to go.” 

“Uh okay, you don’t need a hospital or anything?”

“I’m good.” y/n said as she limped-jogged to the building late as ever and sure she was out of a job. 

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hi love just read all seven chapters of after you left which made me go through an emotional rollercoaster. was wondering if you've discontinued the series, if you have then it's your choice after all it's your writing

Hi Nonnie! No, I haven’t discontinued the series. It’s currently the one I’m trying to finish before I start working on my other planned series. Also, I’m sorry I put you through that, but it was fun right??!  

Thank you for reading! 

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Can y’all please let me know if this is working? 

I’m going to be just referring to that from now on for my future taglists.

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After You Left

Dad!Tom AU 

Summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

Word Count: 1.1k

"y/n. I'm going to go do what I love. Why can't you support me like a normal girlfriend."

"A "normal" girlfriend wouldn't have to uproot her entire life just for the benefit of her boyfriend. Tom if I had any type of future there I would. You know I would. I would follow you anywhere. But I have a future here in Kingston, not America."

"Oh, yeah? What future? Huh? Let me tell you what you're future looks like. You're going to take over the family business. Become a florist, and you’ll forget all about your dreams of becoming a doctor while becoming your father. Who you hate."

y/n did bump heads with her father growing up, especially after her mother left. y/n was practically left to fend for herself once her father locked himself away in their flower shop, taking comfort in plants instead of her. Although, Tom was wrong.

"I can't believe you would say that to me."

y/n did love her father, he had gotten sick in these last few months. She had been looking over the shop for a while. However, her long-term plan was to go to Uni, get her degree in medicine and become a doctor and she wasn’t planning on anything, the shop or the baby growing inside of her stop her from doing so.

"It's true. You've already started taking over these past few months."

"That's not fair, you know why." She said as tears began to brim her eyes, it hurt her to hear the words coming from Tom’s mouth. This is not even close to what she was expecting them to talk about. She wanted to bring up the baby, their baby, but her throat felt sore and her chest tight.

"But I doubt you'll actually leave, or sell. Let alone find someone who'd willingly buy this old shit hole."

Stunned, hurt, and angry y/n threw a pot of marigolds at the wall near his head before she could even think about her actions. His words stung and if he wanted to play this game so be it. Two can be petty.

"Get out." She sneered as she stared at him, the baby at the back of her mind.

Tom, stared shocked at her outburst before he let out a dry, humorless laugh. He stood there for a few moments processing before speaking.

"Fine. Don't come calling me when you realize I'm right."

"We're done. If you leave, don't bother coming back.”

"I won't. Trust me." Was the last thing Tom said before he walked out, slamming the door behind him. It only took a few seconds after he left for her to slide to the floor, sobbing as the tears flowed down.

"Benjamin! My boy, my beautiful baby boy!"

y/m smiled, her 3-year-old son ran over to his grandmother shouting in happiness as his tiny legs carried him. The small boy smiled giving her cheek a long kiss before running off in a different direction to mess with Tessa most likely.

"Hello love, doing alright?" Nikki asked as y/n shut the door behind her and took her coat off.

"Ya, you know, getting classes down and working the shop. The boys aren't home right?" y/n looked around for any sign of Harry, Sam, or Paddy.

Nikki smiled warmly at the girl as she shook her head, all three left a while ago to shop and see a movie, Nikki bit her lip trying to find the right way to let y/n know the news.

"Love... there’s something I have to let you know," Nikki said as they made their way to the kitchen where they could serve themselves some tea. Dominic came into view wearing a happy expression.

"You tell her already?" Dom grabbed a cookie from the plate.

y/n looked over at Nikki confused, "Tell me what?

Nikki sighed before deciding to let it all out. "Tom's coming home."

y/n felt her blood run cold. "What--What?"

"He's coming home. He's really coming. Apparently some video of him, all worked up got out and he can't be in that same restaurant and he wants to come home." Dom answered. Nikki gave him a look before she turned to y/n giving her a sad smile.

"He's supposed to arrive tomorrow."

y/n shook her head, looking at the two people who have kept her biggest secret that, a secret. Her father knew but only because she didn't want him to go without knowing he was a grandfather.

"I don't-- I don't think I'm ready to see him."

"What? Why not? Of course, you can dear."

"Not-- That's not what I mean, I mean--Crap! I don't think I'll be able to. I don't have the time right now. Ben-- no one knows about him and, and I'm still angry at Tom."

"Darling, you know you can’t still be mad at Tom. Maybe you’re just afraid of how he’ll react or feel."

"That's not-- I don't care about his feelings." y/n said looking down at her cup of tea.

Dom sighed, a sad look etching it's way onto his face "Love. You know as well as me. You still care about that boy and he might have made one of the biggest mistakes walking out on you but, Ben is an absolute blessing. He needs to know.”

y/n groaned and leaned her head against the granite counter, Benjamin running back inside as Tessa ran behind him, tongue out and all. Ben ran straight for Dom's arm.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!" He screeched as Dom picked him up, Tess jumping up to catch Ben. They all laughed as a silence fell over them.

The next day y/n tried to stay as calm as possible. Her nervous were out the roof. She knew Tom was going to be angry about not knowing he had a son. However, that was his choice to leave. She tried to tell him, but the talk turned into an argument the moment they brought up moving to America. y/n had moved out of the apartment Tom and her shared and into a new one closer to Nikki. 

After her father passed, y/n did take over the shop, it was hard to balance everything at first when she finally had Benjamin and on top of that, she still had classes. However she got the hang of it, she begged Nikki and Dom to keep Benjamin a secret. They all talked for hours about it. Each trying to convince the other what they should do. Fortunately for y/n, she got what she’s wanted and they kept it a secret from the twins, Paddy, and Tom.

y/n kept tugging at her olive tube top as she anxiously waited for them to arrive home. She was going to walk in and tell everyone. y/n was afraid Tom would end up hating his parents and her once he found out about the baby and that they listened to her when she asked them to keep Ben a secret. They were only doing what she wanted and that made her feel even more guilty. First for hiding the baby from Tom and second making his own parents kept it a secret. She knew he had every right to be angry yet it still made her stomach churn. 

Ben threw himself across y/n’s legs as she laid out on the small couch. 

“Mama, mama” he repeated, she cupped his cheek, caressing his tiny chin. He looked like her with Tom’s eyes, nose, and chin. She sighed and he giggled. He picked himself off her legs and ran into the kitchen to mess with their husky, Winston, who let the child tug and pull his fur with a bored expression. 

y/n turned to stare out the window where she waited with anxiety running through her veins for the Holland’s car to pull up in front of her apartment, so she could face possible backlash for her choices.

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After You Left Masterlist

Summary:

y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.

Chapters

Part 1: Coming Home

Part 2: Long Waited

Part 3: Promises

Part 4: Soft Hellos

Part 5: Familiarity

Part 6: The Truth

Part 7: Ill Intentions

Part 8: Blood Work

Part 9: (Coming Soon)

Part 10:

Part 11

Part 12

Inspired Works:

Moodboard

y/n’s moodboard

Tom’s moodboard 

Employees moodboard

Aesthetics 

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Handsy.

A/N: Peter is of age, supposed to be set like 7 years after Thanos? BUT EH I guess it could be an AU where nothing happens but HAPPINESS. To be honest, I was going for smut with this but somewhere along the way it took the fluff turn... if you can even call it fluff. 

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Now onto the story! Hope you like it.

As soon as Peter arrived home from a long day of fighting crime and being the neighborhood friendly Spider-Man, he could feel the muscles in his body straining and tensing. He shut his eyes as he groaned in pain. Although it wasn't extreme, it still was enough to make him vocalize it. Peter changed from his Spider-Man suit to some gray sweats and a t-shirt. His feet moved sluggishly against his flooring as he opened his door and made his way to the kitchen.

Since he spent more time in New York doing good and saving people, it was starting to take a toll. Once he was inside his small “living-room,” if you could even call it that, he pushed away his coffee table to make room for the stretches he was going to perform.

Peter was barely mid-stretch when his front door opened and in came his neighbor, y/n. 

“Hey Peter I know you just got in but--what are you doing?” y/n said as she noticed the position her neighbor was in. He was bent forward, his hands gripping his ankles. 

“Stretching,” Peter said as his back flexed, a new pain moving from his legs to his back. 

y/n watched as his body rippled underneath the tight shirt he wore, she was aware of what it was Peter did every day. She is very smart and caught on pretty quickly to his habits after moving in a year ago, he also accidentally may have slipped into her apartment instead of his one night.

Peter stood straight, his hands on his hips as he jutted them out, leaning back in an attempt to soothe the pain. 

“Do you want me to crack your back?” y/n said 

Peter glanced over at her. 

“You sure you know how to crack backs?” 

“Yeah, my friend is a chiropractor. She’s taught me a few tricks. I’m also a masseuse Pete.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“C’mon Peter I can see that you are tense, let me at least try...” 

Peter raised an eyebrow and closed his eyes, a small laugh escaping his lips. 

“Alright, alright, alright. What do I have to do.” 

y/n smiled and skipped over towards him. 

“Yay! OK so, I need you on your stomach, hands at your sides and head tilted to the side so you can breathe.” 

Peter did as he was told, laying down, his head to the side as well as his arms. 

“Hey, I can do a massage too!” 

Peter was about to decline but stopped when he felt her small hands run along his back, getting into the creaks he couldn’t. 

“If you insist.” 

“Well you’ll need to take your shirt off, but we can do that after.” 

y/n pulled his shirt down and pressed her hands onto the small of his back. 

“OK Pete, breathe in for me, and then exhale.” 

As Peter exhaled, y/n pressed her hands to his back and cracks could be heard. Peter groaned in pleasure which caused y/n to smile, she would never admit it out loud but, the sound Peter made had her knees weak. She hoped Peter couldn’t feel how much her hands were shaking. 

"That didn't hurt right?" y/n said as she repositioned her hands higher on his back. 

"Oh God no! That felt amazing..." Peter said, his voice sounding groggy. 

y/n's smile only widened. 

"OK well, I'm going to need you to do it again." 

Peter inhaled and exhaled, her hands pushing up, his back cracking even more. Peter groaning louder as a smile graced his face. 

"One more time Peter." 

y/n repeated the action again, his back cracking for the final time. 

"Oh, y/n... your hands... are amazing." 

y/n laughed gently and walked to his sink, grabbing a small towel and running it under hot water. She looked back at him to see him in the same position just smiling goofily. 

"Take your shirt off so I can do the massage." 

Peter didn't even think about protesting, he simply pulled his t-shirt over his head and laid back down on the floor. y/n turned off the hot water and very carefully drained the cloth of its excess water, making sure not to burn herself and returned back to where Peter laid on the floor. 

y/n leaned over him but could feel her own back straining already. 

“Hey Pete, do you mind if I just... straddle you?” 

The two thought about how weird it would be, but then Peter thought about the wonders her hands just did that he just shrugged. 

“Go for it.” 

y/n let out a small breath of air and made herself comfortable, but made sure not to rest to much weight on him. She bit her lip as she looked down at his bottom. His back was beautiful and she wanted nothing more than to just run her hands along it to feel it ripple under them. For a split second, her mind ran to the image of him flipped over, moaning as she rode him. 

“What just dripped on me?” 

y/n snapped out of the daze and cleared her throat. 

“Sorry it’s just a warm towel to relax your muscles.” y/n said as she placed the towel on the bottom of his back. Her hands beginning to work the top part of his back. 

Straight away Peter let out a breath of air, small moans leaving his lips as he enjoyed how her small hands worked his tensed muscles. 

“You’re a Goddess.” 

y/n blushed at his words but kept at his back. 

“So... how was the city tonight?” 

It wasn’t unusual for them to talk about his Spider-Man gig, she actually enjoyed listening to her neighbor gush about his day, even though she’d physically flinch at the parts where he mentioned the harm he’d endure. 

“Pretty quiet actually. I think I’m just tense from the countless nights of fighting.” 

“No doubt. You ever think about a vacation?” 

“I don’t have time for a vacation. The city needs Spider-Man 7 days a week.” 

“Pete you work so hard. I’m surprised it took this long before the toll started to affect your body.”

y/n moved the still warm towel to his upper back and began to massage the lower part. Peter bit his lip as he felt her shift her weight against him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t wish he was flipped over and she was grinding against him. Peter bit his bottom lip. Her hands were amazing and small enough to reach every creak in his back that he started to wonder what else she could do with them.

“You can’t just ignore the fact that your body can only take so much.” y/n said as she kneaded the skin she was working on. Her eyes catching how his muscles relaxed, her hands suddenly losing the strength she was putting into the massage. 

Peter literally moaned at the loss, which made y/n lose all focus and still her hands. 

"Why did you stop?" 

Although it was unintended, it came out as a soft whimper. Peter simply didn't care anymore, he just wanted her to stay and keep working his back. y/n swallowed, her throat dry. 

“Peter...  I have to say something or else I’m going to go out of my mind!” 

Peter opened his eyes and flipped himself over so he could look at her. He knew exactly what he was doing, he usually cursed his spidey-senses but right now he was glad he had them. y/n shut her eyes for a split second before she let out a shaky breath and reopened them to stare into his eyes that suddenly didn’t look so innocent. 

“I like you. I have since you first moved into the building. I thought I’d rather be your friend than nothing at all, but God! You make it so hard---” 

“Actually---” 

“Shut your mouth.” 

Peter and y/n both started laughing. Once they both calmed down. y/n sighed. 

“I’m being serious Pete.” 

“I know... and I hope you know---”

“That you have a boner? Yeah, I know that.” 

Peter shook his head and raised his hands, tickling her as a wide smile spread across both of their faces. 

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