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wednesdayadams228 · 10 minutes ago
Imagine - Steve Rogers
warnings - none
Wrote this while listening to I Love You by Billie
First time writing for Steve lol
Steve was supposed to return from his mission today. It had been 2 agonizing months since Steve had left for his mission with Tony, Bruce, Peter, and Bucky. The only thing you were told from any of them was that Hydra was up to something and they to take care of it. There had been no phone calls, no text messages, no updates about anything. You didn't even get to know where he was in the world or if he was even okay. For all you know he could be hurt or worse dead.
You eventually get tired of the thoughts swirling in your head and decide to go get some food. On your way to the kitchen, you walk around Wanda and Vision binge-watching another sitcom on the couch. You pass Nat who is sitting at the kitchen table looking out the window.
"Hi." she says in a calm voice still staring out at the rainy city.
"Hey." You quietly say back. You wish you could be at peace like she at least seemed to be right now.
"How do you do it?" You ask.
"Do what?" she replies.
"Be okay with Bucky being gone. I try to not worry every time Steve leaves but I can't. It's impossible. I just know how much you love Bucky and you guys are always apart so much on missions. I guess I just want to know how to be okay with Steve being gone all the time."
"Well to be honest I don't know." She replies "We have always been apart so much that it's normal now. I still wonder if he's okay every now and then but I try to avoid the topic and distract myself. It's too painful to worry about the worst possible situations."
You go and sit next to Nat and look out the window with her. You guys stay like that for the next couple of hours waiting for your lovers to return home. You hear the doors slide open from the elevator and see Bucky, Bruce, Tony, and Peter but no Steve. Nat goes to give Bucky a hug and you look around and wait a few minutes for Steve to come through the door... but he doesn't.
"Where is he?" You ask quietly
"Hydra has him" Bruce says.
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biisexualemma · an hour ago
unrequited pt.2. peter parker
word count: 3.6k
warnings: anxiety, panic attack? i guess kind of
requested: yea a few people asked for this lol
plot: you haven’t seen peter for weeks and start to worry about him
a/n: i finished re-writing this late last night and i’ll be honest with you i haven’t checked it over so sorry if there are any mistakes but i’m tired sis goodnight! lmk if you like this! pls comment / share!
pt.1 / marvel masterlist / multi-fandom masterlist
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"ned... you're so wrong for so many reasons," m.j.'s expression was flat, her eyes rolling before she continued to fight ned on who was really the strongest avenger. you were supposed to be working on a group project for your history class but somehow the topic of the avengers came up and the conversation derailed. ned was making a, somewhat, compelling case for the hulk but m.j. was clearly winning with her argument for wanda.
"nobody even knows the full extent of her powers... and the hulk? what? he's gonna smash some more?"
you sat quietly, chin in the palm of your hand, listening in and out of the conversation. you didn't really feel much like contributing. you would occasionally chime in to support m.j. but mostly you just heard the noise of their bickering and let it happen.
you didn't want to be that person, but your mind was (much to your frustration) completely consumed with thoughts of peter. and at the worst time, you had so many tests coming up, and essay deadlines were also creeping up on you. usually you were on top of this stuff, but your mind was preoccupied almost all the time.
because of peter, who was no where to be seen. in the past few weeks he had stopped showing up to school all together. ned said it was something to do with tony stark but you had a feeling it was more than that. you didn't know how to explain it.
you hadn't spoken to him in a long time now, and you didn't exactly leave things on good terms. it was the longest you'd gone without talking since peter called you a poopy head in the third grade.
you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. especially since you had no idea what he was getting up to, peter was known to get himself into some messes when he was left to his own devices. and you just knew ned was lying to cover for his best friend but that only made you feel even more out of the loop.
everything felt a bit off without peter around, like something was missing. that, on top of the guilt and worry you were feeling, was turning your head to mush. last time you'd spoken to peter, he was erratic and wounded and desperate. something bad had to have happened for him to be gone this long.
the bell rang, signalling the end of your last period for the day, and the rest of the week seeing as it was a friday. you snapped out of your daze, jolting as your eyes focused back on your surroundings.
"what time did you say again, y/n?" your eyes drifted to m.j. who was collecting her notes on her desk, her eyes meetings yours, waiting for your answer. a crease formed between your eyebrows, you hadn't heard a word of the conversation before right now. m.j. seemed to realise this, rolling her eyes at you with a playful smile. you did this a lot lately, she was getting used to it. "homecoming? what time did you want to meet tonight?"
"oh," you nodded, still sitting at your desk as your classmates hustled around you. "right, homecoming— i— uh—"
"tell me you're still coming," ned interrupted, his eyes wide suddenly, clearly desperate that your answer was anything but no. "c'mon we've had this planned for ages!"
"no— yeah— of course i am," you nodded quickly to reassure him. "yeah— sorry— i just spaced. is seven good for you guys?"
they hummed in response, nodding.
you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, still in a slight haze with all these thoughts running through your head about peter. you couldn't think about homecoming, it seemed trivial now compared to the worst case scenarios running through your mind. maybe you could try to call peter again? you thought to yourself as you quickly left the classroom, forgetting about m.j. and ned and homecoming, your muscle memory alone leading you to your locker.
you swapped out your books from your bag with the ones you needed to study from for your biology test next week. after slamming the locker door shut, a familiar face was met with yours.
"jesus," you muttered as he stood inches away from your face, your heart racing from the shock. clutching your books to your chest, after nearly having a heart attack, you let out a loud sigh and furrowed your eyebrows. "peter? where the hell have you been?" you regained some of your composure, enough to find some anger in you towards him. he was the last person you were expecting to see today.
"you're ok?" his usual soft brown eyes looked sunken and tired, his hair was scruffier than usual and his lips chapped as they hung open, his eyes scanning over you.
your mouth hung open to speak but he just shook his head as if answering his own question. he gripped your forearm, urging you to walk with him. you dug in your heels, yanking your arm back, wanting him to slow down and explain before you went anywhere with him. "will you just walk," he muttered sharply when you tried to resist him. "please," he softened quickly, his eyes meeting yours.
you frowned, uncomfortably shifting the stack of books in your arms as peter pulled you along behind him hastily. you watched his eyes shifting about the hallway as students weaved around the two of you, his grip not loosening for a second. he was definitely up to something stupid and dangerous that he absolutely should not be involved in.
he'd dragged you all the way out into the parking lot, pulling you aside and away from the crowd of people.
"what's going on? why do you look like— i mean no offence but— you look like crap," you couldn't help but show some level of concern. no matter how complicated your feelings were for him at the moment, he was still your best friend, and he looked like hell. you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him.
"i need you to just— stop talking and listen to me," the look in his eyes made your heart beat a bit faster, your eyes darting between his trying to understand his urgency. "you're not safe—"
"no— i'm fine—" you were never very good at doing what you were told. you glanced down at yourself, perfectly safe and standing in front of him. "see?—"
"no— no you're not," he gulped, his eyes darting away from yours for a split second. "i'm taking you home and you have to stay there. ok? please."
his voice was horse, cracking when he spoke. you didn't understand any of it. peter was the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, what the hell had he gotten himself into that had him this worked up?
you tilted your head slightly, he couldn't think you'd blindly do whatever he said. you needed some answers. "pete," you mumbled, shaking your head with a faint frown. "can't you just tell me what's going on? you're kinda' scaring me."
"i screwed up," his face contorted, his eyes screwing shut for a second and his nose scrunching. you were glued to him, following his mixed expressions trying to understand what was going through his head. he took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "and i know you— you hate me and the last thing you wanna' do is listen to me but i need you to do this for me."
"alright," you said after a moments hesitation. you just wanted him to relax. all your pent up anger and hurt that you'd felt over peter had dissipated quite quickly. you were too occupied with trying to ease some of his stress, and if that meant becoming a homebody for a few days, you would do it. "alright— don't worry. i've been putting off my english essay for a week now anyway, it's about time i cracked down on it."
you tried to ease the tension, act like he wasn't asking much of you. he let out a heavy sigh, looking over at you with those brown eyes. "it's homecoming tonight, i know w—"
"is it?" you feigned forgetfulness, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. you shrugged. "i was never one for socialising anyway."
peter knew you better than that. he knew what he was asking you to give up. "i'm sorry," he took a step closer to you, his hands hovering in front of you, unsure that you wanted him to touch you. "i'm sorry you got dragged into this."
your eyes lingered on his hands before you pulled back up to his stare. you pursed your lips and shrugged. "i'd feel better about it if i knew what i was getting dragged into," you pulled away from your conversation for a second to slip your books into your bag. "walk me home and you can explain everything."
and he did. he told you all about the vulture, the weapons, what really happened during the decathlon trip. all of it. right up to when the vulture figured out his identity— which lead to him finding out about aunt may, about his friends, and about you. he told you about how he'd spent the past few weeks figuring out where the vulture's next major deal was being held, how he'd messed up so bad and how mr stark had taken his suit.
by the time he'd finished, your mouth hung open slightly. you didn't know how he'd been dealing with all of this by himself. spider-man helped old ladies cross the street and returned stolen bicycles, he didn't fight men in bird costumes to stop illegal sales of dangerous advanced weapon tech.
"peter, this sounds pretty dangerous," you spoke up after he told you about his plan to intercept the vulture's airplane heist. "don't you think you should just call happy? or tony? this sounds like iron man territory."
"i can't do that," he sighed. "besides, i already tried happy— he's not taking my calls right now. something about a time out."
you let out a heavy sigh, having taken everything in that he'd told you. you had reached your door, peter standing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. you motioned for him to come in but he hesitated, opening his mouth to decline. "c'mon," you grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "this heist isn't happening 'til late tonight. you can keep me company 'til then."
"maybe, get some rest, too, you really do look like hell," he let you pull him inside, following behind you. he ignored the second dig you had now made about his appearance.
"may must've been pretty mad when she found out you'd been skipping school?" you collapsed onto your bed, crossing your legs over and watching peter perch himself on the edge of your bed. he leaned forward, his hand running over his face with sheer exhaustion.
"you have no idea," he groaned, holding his head up with the palm of his hand now. "i'm pretty much grounded for the rest of the year. and i have to send her a pic' of me sitting in every one of my classes from now on," you nodded, pursing your lips because that sounded about right. "but mainly she was worried."
"well, she wasn't the only one," he glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes lingering there for a while. you breathed through your nose, looking away from him and down to your hands to give yourself a moment. you'd forgotten how difficult it was to have him look at you like that. "you just took off with no word, peter."
he turned his gaze away from you, focusing on the wall in front of him, his eyes glossy. for weeks that last conversation with you had been sitting at the back of his mind. he knew he'd handled everything in the worse possible way. he tried to protect you, hurt you by doing so, and then had everything he tried to protect you from blow up in his face anyway.
"i haven't been able to think clearly for weeks," you gulped, scared to meet his gaze again, in fear that you might lose your confidence. "i missed you. and i was worried out of my mind about you."
"y/n—" his voice was quiet.
"and i know i was the one who told you to leave. but i was hurt and sad. i'd convinced myself that you felt the same way, and when you—" you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him watching you. you hadn't been able to say any of this out loud for weeks and now it was just spilling out of you. "anyway— i shouldn't've punished you for that. they are my feelings i need to get over. it wasn't your fault and i'm sorry i made it seem like it was."
he shook his head faintly, sniffling slightly, catching your attention. "i screwed up," he shook his head a little harder, pushing himself up off your bed, his back turned to you. "i screwed up so bad," he ran his hand over his face, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. your eyebrows knitted. "it wasn't supposed to turn out like this."
"don't," you shook your head, willing him to stop. "it's not your fault. i shouldn't have—"
he cut you off, turning to face you as he did. "i'm in love with you," his mouth hung open slightly, his eyes now stinging red. "i was in love with you then, and i'm in love with you now. i think i always will be."
your eyebrows unknitted, your mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. you watched his hand tug on the ends of his curls, his eyes locked onto you the entire time, trying to read your expression.
"i was trying to protect you and it went completely wrong—" his breathing was erratic. "i thought you'd be safer if i distanced myself—" the look on his face was breaking your heart. he knew how stupid it all sounded now he explained it out loud. "i screwed everything up— and now you're in more danger than ever— because of me."
"you— you—" your brain was trying to keep up. you shook your head. you had spent the past month telling yourself that everything you thought he'd felt for you wasn't real, that you'd over thought everything he'd ever done for you. you'd been telling yourself for a month to move on. "you didn't screw up, pete. i know you. whatever you did, you did for the right reasons."
the lump in your throat was growing as you tried to keep some kind of composure. it wouldn't do either of you any good to get upset with him when he was worked up like this. he didn't need to be told he'd made a mistake, he was already painfully aware.
"you don't— you—but— i—" he was hyperventilating, completely vulnerable as he fell apart in front of you.
"pete," you mumbled carefully, climbing over to where he was stood, hand in his hair and he pulled on the loose curls, his eyes wide with anxiety and stress. you moved your hands to his, pulling them down to his side and giving them a small squeeze. "calm down," you cooed. "everything will be ok."
you trailed your hands up to his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling him into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms 'round his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. his head ducked, burying into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate grip. his breathing was heavy at first, uneven and jagged as he clung onto you. your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could hear it, but you held onto him as tight as you could, pressing your whole body against his trying to offer him as much comfort as you could.
after a while of standing around, holding each other, peter's breathing began to grow softer and slower. he began to notice the sweet scent lingering on your skin. his lips innocently hovering over the curve of your neck, breath fanning against your skin. you could feel goosebumps growing on your skin, the hair of your arms standing on end.
"better?" you mumbled softly. he gave you a faint nod in response, his lips leaving your skin as he pulled himself back from you. your hand slipped from in between his curls and down to the neck, your thumb brushing over his skin as he looked straight into your eyes. you gulped, eyelids fluttering.
he was a state to behold. his nose was pink, under eyes wet, your eyes trailed down to where his lips parted. he hiccuped a breath. you tried to push away the impulse to kiss him because he was clearly vulnerable. you didn't want him to later regret anything. "thanks," he mumbled breathlessly. "i don't know what happened there."
you pouted your lips, about to reply when peters eyes fluttered down your face, catching you off guard. his eyes lingered and you noticed his head tilting down and nearer, his lips catching onto yours before you could register what was happening. it was soft, gentle and didn't last longer than a couple seconds before you had to force yourself to pull away.
"peter— you're overwhelmed right now so maybe we shouldn—"
your whispers against his lips where cut short, he pressed his lips to yours again. unable to resist now he'd had a taste. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. you swallowed a gasp, feeling his full weight behind the second kiss. his lips pushed against yours a little more desperately this time, you fell back a step, peter's arms where the only thing keeping you upright at this point.
both your hands where either side of his neck, trailing up into his hair where you pulled softly at the roots of his messy curls. he let out a soft moan against your lips, and you stumbled back once more, your thighs hitting your bed.
your hands quickly slipped down to his chest as you gently pried him off you. your head was spinning a little, his lips were plump and pink and the way he looked at you, with pure love and obsession, made you want to kiss him again and again.
"did you mean it?" you muttered breathlessly.
his eyes trailed back up from your lips, his gaze locking with yours again. he noticed the vulnerability and fear in your eyes now that he was paying you his full attention. he felt a wave of guilt hit him, knowing he was the one that put that look there.
"yeah," he hummed. "i did," he said with his chest. "i do. always will," he was breathless.
"you're not just saying it 'cause you've missed me?"
he shook his head quickly, shutting down any traces of doubt in your mind. "i have been in love with you since that summer we took that trip to coney island when you threw up after you ate too much cotton candy."
your scrunched up your nose at the memory. "gross."
he shrugged. "i don't know what to tell you. that's just when i knew."
your lips twitched into a small smile. "you should probably get some rest," you diverted the topic, trying hard not to kiss him again. he looked so tired. he had poured out months worth of anxiety and stress all in the past ten minutes. "you can't chase bad guys if you're half asleep."
he wore a half-hearted smile, his mind clearly flickering back to the task he had to take on later tonight.
"you can crash here if you want," you motioned to your bed.
"y'sure? i don't wanna get you in trouble."
"mom's working late, so you're good. plus she loves you, pete," your hands slipped down to his, giving them a quick squeeze of reassurance.
"sure she'll still love me when she finds out about us?" he quirked an eyebrow, the small smile on his lips was sloped and tired.
"m'sure," you hummed, biting back your growing smile at the word us. you moved him to sit on your bed again, his hands lazily holding yours. his eyelids fluttered as he looked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows again. you could tell his mind was wandering again. "lie down, you need to rest or you're no good to anyone."
he nodded hesitantly and followed your instruction. "i'll sleep better with you next to me."
his voice was soft after you'd turned your back on him to leave him to rest. you rolled your eyes faintly, smile tugging your lips again. "is that right?"
he hummed, his arms outstretched, waiting for you to fall into them. you dragged your feet back over to him, biting the inside of your cheek, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. "there's a scientific reason behind it but my brain's too sleepy to think right now, so you'll have to take my word for it."
his words slurred together, his eyes rolling slightly the longer he forced them open. you just nodded. "alright, spidey, just this once."
"hm," he hummed as you climbed in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and immediately pulling you against his chest. "thanks," he muttered, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "don't know what i'd do without you."
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jackieinthebox · 3 hours ago
hey y’all so sorry for not writing this week, schools been kicking my butt but hopefully i’ll find time this week. in the meantime if y’all could send me some requests just to get me back in the writing mood i would really appreciate it !
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skyeisawizard · 3 hours ago
On the Run
Super heroes were made away with. Anybody caught trying to help those in need was instantly arrested. Always a kind hearted boy Peter couldn’t sit by and watched people suffer. It got him thrown away, where the rest of the heroes were kept, locked away from the rest of the world. At his first chance to escape he gets out and runs home for one last night with his girl
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A fucked up childhood led to a fucked up mind. At least, that was how Peter justified things. When heroes were made away with, when the law was passed with the power to arrest those with the powers and tech, he kept trying to help people. Stayed in the Spider suit as he swung around Queens.
When the government caught up with him, he was thrown in a special facility, built to hold people like him.
Long story short, it couldn’t hold him.
At nineteen years old, Peter escaped. He used the cover of day and the lazy guardsmen to climb over the walls and to freedom. Yes, the facility was built to hold ex-heroes, people like him, but it couldn’t hold him. Whoever built the place didn’t couldn’t for Peter being able to climb walls with nothing but his sticky hands and feet.
He had a lady on the outside, one who missed him dearly. She tried to put a case together, to try and get her Pete back, but everything we was doing was illegal. There was no way for her to get her boy back.
Even when they were together he was fucked up. He was just better at hiding it. He controlled his thoughts, didn’t let them get too wild. In the facility Y/N was all he thought about. She was the only thing keeping him going. Whatever he did in there, he was doing it for her, he told himeself.
He was a model inmate in the facility. From the moment they brought him in he was calm, courteous and polite. At first the guards prodded and teased him, but he weaselled his way over to their good sides until they stopped paying attention to him.
That was when he slipped over the wall and to freedom.
Immediately Peter made his way back to the city. Even as a fugitive he was mostly unknown. They mustn’t have realised he had escaped just yet. He hitchhiked his way back, having no money of his own.
This apartment was on the outskirts of the bustling city, away from all of the chaos and the noise. That was how his lady liked it.
Peter pushed open the bedroom window, the bedroom he slept in before everything turned to shit. It was different now.
He was different.
The window creaked slightly as Peter pushed it open but the girl on the bed, holding his pillow close to her chest, remained sleeping. It had long since lost its memorable scent, but she still held it anyway.
Peter climbed his way into the room and pushed the window shut. He shrugged his jacket off and climbed into the bed.
Snaking his arm around Y/N’s waist, he could feel the panic rising within her as she began to wake up. She was too tired and disoriented to do anything, but her body tended up against him. “Relax, Angel,” he whispered against her ear, his hand coming around to cover her mouth.
She muffled something against him, eyes going wide. When Peter pulled his hand away she turned around and just stared at him. His hair had gotten longer, curlier. He had no facial hair and his eyes looked exhausted. “Peter?” She gasped, a shaky hand reaching towards his face. “Is that really you?”
He pressed her hand to his cheek and nodded, his eyes closing. He’d missed her touch so much. The feeling of her delicate fingers rubbing over his skin. “I missed you,” he whispered and kissed the her fingers. “I dreamed of this moment every night until I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Y/N’s face fell. “You escaped? Peter, what if they’ll looking for you? What if they come here? This is the first place they’ll look and they’ll find you and arrest you again. You need to get out of here.”
“I know,” he answered, looking at the cream bedsheets. “I just need you one last time, Angel. And then I’m gone.”
He pressed his lips to hers, pushing her back down. Her head touched the pillow, hands tangling through his longer locks. She pulled and tugged as Peters mouth travelled down to her neck. His hands had slipped below the nightgown she wore, resting on her stomach.
He kissed his way down her body, pulling her nightgown down when he got to her breasts. She closed her eyes and pulled her lip between her teeth as Peter kissed each breast and nuzzled his nose against her nipple. “Thought about these every night,” he whispered and pushed the lower half of her nightgown up around her thighs. “Dreamt I had my cock between them, fucking them. Dreamt of them bouncing while you rode me.”
Peter pushed the nightgown up further, until it was over her head. He threw it to the floor and instantly moved to her cunt. The cunt he had missed to much. It was as pretty as he remembered it, open for him as Y/M spread her legs.
He settled between them, sucking and kissing her thighs as he freed himself from the confines of his trousers. With his cock free he reached up, stroked his fingers through her folds and gathered her wetness on his fingers. “I missed you too,” he said and chuckled to himself, spreading her wetnes over his cock.
With little time, Peter eased himself into her tight hole. He held her body close to his, nails digging into his bicep. In a matter of seconds he was moving, slow thrusts to build them both up. He sped up with each passing second, listening to her moans and cries of pleasure. Skin slapped against skin and the smell of sex was in the air. Peters eyes were wide, full of lust as he rammed into her.
He held her legs up, pushing her into a position that was comfortable for both of them. “Peter,” she moaned as the headboard creaked. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as Peter pressed his fingers to her clit. Just the pressure was enough to have her cumming all over his cock.
He wasn’t very far behind. He could feel himself getting closer and closer. Every time he pulled back some of her slick dripped from her hole: that sight alone was enough to make him feral. Her walls were squeezing him, pulling his release from him. His thrusts were becoming slow sloppybas he chased his own high.
When Peter finally came he slumped over, pressing his forehead to hers, keeping his cock sheathed inside of her. “I’ll come back for you,” he said and kissed her lips. “I’ll get my name cleared and I’ll come back.”
“I don’t want to lose you again, Peter,” Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him in place.
“I won’t be gone forever, Angel. I’ll always come back for you.”
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hayhays · 5 hours ago
Can anyone recommend me some good Peter Parker AU’s? Like prince ones or soulmate ones, something like that please?
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spideyanakin · 7 hours ago
My Dear
Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis; Steve gets confused by his feelings for you when he hears you sing a song that reminds him a little too much of his past. 
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“Kiss me once” You starting humming one of your favorite songs as you put some flower into your cake batter. “then, kiss me twice, then, kiss me once again” You whisked your batter shaking your head as you thought of the rhythm of the song.
As if on cue, Steve walked by. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he quickly recognized the lyrics and the tune you were humming.
“It's been a long, long time” You continued and Steve felt his cheeks warm up when he listened to you sing.
Your hair was loose. You had flour stuck to your forehead, and your apron looked like a mess. You mindlessly looked around, Steve happy you didn’t notice him. “Haven't felt like this, my dear, since can't remember when”
He felt his heart doing a loop in his chest. He didn’t know if it was you singing the song that reminded him of Peggy Carter or the way the setting sun made you look, but butterflies bloomed in his stomach.
He shook his head. No. You were already dating Spider-man. You were way too young for him. You had barely started college - he couldn’t fall for you.
“It's been a long, long time” That goddamn song. He thought to himself as the words escaped your mouth. Why were you singing this? Why did your voice sound like it was meant to be singing this?
And mainly - why did it make Steve feel this way? Why was his heart suddenly beating for you?
Steve didn’t know where to put himself and lowered his head as he walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, Steve.” You greeted with a smile as you noticed him walking in.
He gave you a stiff smile back, his head still down as he grabbed a water bottle and darted off. You raised an eyebrow at the awkward encounter.
“Hmmm, why does that smell so good.” An hour later Bucky walked into the room, gushing over the smell of your muffins as he sat on a stool at the kitchen counter.
“That’s because I made muffins.” You gave him a sweet smile as you got a second batch out of the oven.
“Oh my god you’re the best.” He grinned as he grabbed one.
“Be careful-” you realized he had grabbed the burning hot cake with his metal arm and you scoffed in disbelief.
“Oh my god why does it smell so good in here.” Peter dropped his bag pack as he entered the room making you giggle.
“That’s because I’ve made muffins Pete.”
“Goddess.” He complimented as he trotted to you and brought you into a kiss.
“How’s MIT doing?” You wondered as you removed some muffins from the molds.
“It’s rockin’” You giggled at his use of words.
“Hey Buck-” Steve walked into the room and his cheeks went bright red at the sight of you. He stopped in his tracks suddenly feeling jealous when he Peter’s arm wrapped around your waist.
“What up?” Bucky turned around with a muffin stuffed in his mouth.
“Um... Nothing actually.” He met your eyes and turned away just as fast, walking off.
“What’s up with him?” Peter wondered as he grabbed a cooled muffin.
“I don’t know he’s been acting weird all day.” You shrugged.
“True.” Bucky noticed.
“Are you sure this looks alright?” You turned around so Peter could take a better look.
“Yeah - you look amazing.” He confirmed and you stepped in front of the mirror, fixing your hat. Peter stepped in behind you as you did to fix his jacket. You smiled when you saw him dressed as a real World War II soldier.
“You look hot.” You smirked and Peter’s cheeks flushed.
“Well, you don’t look so bad in the skirt either” He smirked back, making you laugh.
You looked at your outfit one last time. You were dressed as a World War II female agent. Pencil, well-cropped jacket, and a small hat to go with it.
“You kids ready?” Tony wondered taking a look at you and Peter.
“Yep.” You nodded.
“Oh my god look at you!” Bucky exclaimed as he stepped into the room smiling when he saw you and Peter. “Peter you look like me in those pictures Steve gave me.” He chuckled.
“Glad to look like a criminal,” Peter grumbled and you cracked a smile.
“Ok so Nat, Barton, and Thor are already in a cab there. Rhodey is waiting downstairs.” Tony looked at his watch. “We're just waiting for Cap.”
As if on cue Steve walked into the room. Freezing when he saw the way you were dressed.
He gulped as he scanned your body. You were dressed exactly like Peggy Carter had before he had to leave her. Your hair exactly the way Peggy’s was on the picture he was carrying. He felt his breath get stuck in his throat.
“Oh Hey Steve!” You smiled. “Is this how they dressed before?” You grinned.
“I didn’t know your play was on... World war II?”
“Yeah, it is! It’s a love story, it’s pretty cool. You’ll see. I’m so glad our outfits do justice.” You smiled as you fixed something on Peter’s jacket.
He was jealous.
Steve was jealous of a teenager.
Jealousy was rising inside him and suddenly he wished he was back in the 1920′s as a soldier and you were fixing his uniform. Not in 2021 with you wearing a World War II like outfit and fixing the jacket of another guy. All that for a play he’d have to watch.
“Alright let’s go.” You giggled as you placed your arm around peter’s and started walking towards the elevator with him. Bucky joined and soon enough you disappeared behind the doors.
Tony stayed behind sensing the tension in Steve’s eyes.
“What’s going on?” Tony folded his arms.
“I can’t go” He mumbled, shaking his head.
“What do you mean you can’t go?” Tony frowned, not understanding the situation at all.
Steve looked behind him, making sure the elevator was fully gone.
“I think I’m in love with her.”
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tara-learns-to-write · 7 hours ago
Class Drama and Anger Issues
Hey besties this will contain swearing, violence, catcalling/ sexual harassment, blood and just horrible behaviour so please take care reading this, love you all <3
You had always been very protective of your friends
It wasn’t like you didn’t think they could stand up for themselves
You understood that 100%
However whenever anyone insulted them or talked bad about them you were the first person to throw hands
You were sure that your jaw had locked from how long you had been tensing it. You see, being sat at the back of the classroom was great, you could see everyone and hear everyone. Which means that whenever someone decided to bitch and moan about the people in the little group you had managed to join, that you would be the first person to hear it. Like right now for example, Liz and Peter had broken up a few days ago and she didn’t take it so well and had taken up talking about him behind his back. Which had led us to this: you at the back of the room, fists and jaw clenched in an effort to not walk over to her and her little friends and wipe that smug look right off her face. “And he isn’t even that smart, God knows how he got into Stark industries” nope that was it, that was the last straw. You pushed the stupid science lab chair back so hard it fell to the ground, heads turned to you as you stormed over to where Liz and her group where currently at which just happened to be at the front of the classroom. God, were you lucky that the teacher had left to go grab some more textbooks from some cupboard down the hall, otherwise you would have been dead when you said “Listen Liz. Peter is an amazing and smart boy who cares more for others than he does himself. He works harder than anyone else I know and he still manages to make sure others are okay. He is twice the person you will ever be and if you don't shut up in the next 2 minutes you won’t have to worry about being bitter over a breakup, you’ll be too worried about getting a set of new teeth”. If this was a cartoon steam would be pouring from your ears and your face would be blood red, which wasn’t too far from what you looked like now. Peter had taken a sick day and thank god he had, otherwise he would have killed you for even saying anything, however Ned was still here and he was waiting to see how far you would go before having to step in and calm you down. “Oh how sweet L/n, you think you’re all strong and scary” her and her friends' sickly sweet laughs echoed in your ears as you clenched your fists even harder. “Y/n come on Peter wouldn’t want this” ned tried to reason and even in your rage filled stupor you realised he was right and took a breath to try and calm yourself down “say anything again and you’ll see just how strong and scary I can be” you spat, stroming away, grabbing your bag and walking out of the room just in time for your teacher to walk back in, “where’s L/n?” he asked. 
Okay maybe you did tend to overreact 
You just really cared about your friends
They were there when you needed them and you wanted to do the same 
You couldn’t help it that you got angry when people decided to talk about them 
In some situations though it was acceptable to get angry
You, Mj and Betty had been coming back from the Cinema late one night after deciding that you deserved to spend some time together after exam week to treat yourselves. Unfortunately walking through the streets at 10pm meant getting some very unwanted attention from older men. “Hey mama looking good” one man slurred as you walked past him grabbing the girls hands a little tighter in an attempt to ground yourself and reassure them that you would keep them save, “hey don’t be like that, we just want to talk” another man added, honestly what was it with them? Couldn’t they see you obviously didn’t want to “talk” to them. You hadn’t even realised your feet had stopped moving until Betty gently placed her hand on your shoulder and whispered “It’s fine just let it go” and tried to give you a nudge in the direction you had originally been going. “Hey! Don’t just ignore us! We know you want some attention” you didn’t know who had said it and at this point you didn’t care, worrying more about teaching them a thing called respect than about who voiced their unwanted thoughts. Letting go of your friends hands, turning around slowly and walking towards the men with a smile on your face so sweet it was almost scary. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that women aren’t your submissive little toys?” you sung punctuating your sentence with a kick to one guy's nuts and a punch to the other's nose. “Because someone really should” and as the men were recovering from your atack you stalked away along the dimly lit street and continuing your journey to Mj’s house.
Okay so we have clearly established your hatred towards people who disrespect your friends 
The Avengers new about your strong feelings and respected the fire that you had 
Of course they did have Bruce try and teach you some breathing exercises 
Spoiler alert they didn’t help very much 
So when Bucky got a call from your school telling him that he would have to pick you up as you were suspended for a week
He couldn’t say he was surprised
“I’m going to pick Y/n up from school, be back in a bit” Bucky called to the rest of the team who had been watching some sort of reality show on the new Tv Tony had no reason to buy but did, “why? What happened?” Steve replied, a look of concern on his face “They got into a fight and so they are suspended for a week” the supersoldier sighed, grabbing the car keys and whispering “what did you do this time Y/n” to himself.
I’ll tell you what happened
You had been on your way to English when you had seen Flash taunting Mj, waving her book above his head and laughing hysterically about something. Instantly you dropped your bag to the floor and stormed over to them “Hey Flash, what are you doing there buddy?” you shouted loud enough to seem intimidating but not loud enough to capture the attention of the teachers and students who were already in class. “None of your business Y/n, move along” he spat back, if looks could kill he would be six feet under and halfway to hell as you ripped the book from his grasp and slammed him into the lockers “really? Because to me it looks like you’re being rude to my good friend Mj and I don’t take that very lightly”. Gripping him by the collar and pushing him even further into the lockers that he was sure his body had made a dent in the metal, however flash was never one to give up like the shaking leaf of a man he was. Pushing you hands off and shoving you by your shoulders he said “aww look Mj your angry little guard dog has come to your rescue again. How sweet” if there was one thing you hated more than stupid boys and disrespect it was being called a dog. You weren’t gonna let him call you that. Quicker than he could say “Don’t hit me” your fist came flying straight into the boy's noise, a satisfying crunch being made upon impact. Now throughout all of this no one had heard the commotion and they wouldn’t have if Flash didn’t scream out in pain and then faint at the sight of his own blood.
That’s how you ended up getting suspended 
It was what you had told your dad when he picked you up because you had no reason to lie
No matter how proud of you he was he still gave you a talking to 
You both had a long talk about how best to go about controlling your anger and instead of going back to Bruce you decided to take a few anger management classes
And so far it’s going great
(Until flash decides to open his mouth again)
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cuddlemen0w · 10 hours ago
daily dose of failure | peter parker x reader
(+ the group aka mj, ned and harry)
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warnings: none
a/n: my friends... i have no clue what this is :/ but it’s part 3 and the end
“He’s in danger!” the man in the red mask said.
“Peter?” y/n's heart hammered in her chest. She was sure her legs would give out at the superhero's short silence. “Peter is in danger?” she worried once more, urging him to go on, explain, or deny his statement. Anything. Anything, just to know what happened to Peter.
“Yes," he answered, “Peter needs Ned, Ned Leeds.”
y/n was still very much frozen to her spot as Ned moved forward from beside her. It was only when Ned along with the Spider-man, were gone, that she sat down in disbelief. MJ moved to her friend, hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to find out what's wrong, yes?"
y/n touched her friend's hand on her shoulder, sqeezing slightly in agreement.
"I'll be right back."
y/n's feet tapped on the floor of her bedroom erratically. Phone clutched tightly in her sweaty palm. "Respond, please," she pleaded into the silent room. The only response she got was a blow of wind from her open window.
For the houndred time, she checked her messages.
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It was useless, really. No matter how many times she asked, no one would explain anything and Peter would not reply. She tried calling multiple times too, but it send her straight to voice mail. And after many voice messages she grew tired of being ignored. Did she not mean anything to him? Were they ok with her being scared to the core the whole night? No sleep, no rest?
All of it went through her mind at once. She paced her room quietly, her parents already asleep. Silent tears started to prick her eyes.
For the last time, she opened Peter’s contact and clicked call.
The phone rang, and rang. It went for five minutes before it died on its own. Peter’s contact, along with his now, mockingly smiley face disappeared from her screen.
A sob escaped her throat.
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“Are you sure it was a good idea?” Peter asked his two friends. All three of them were now in the school’s lunch hall, a crowd of people from the party around them.
“Not really,” both said at the same time. Peter narrowed his brows at MJ, she only shrugged. “I mean, yes, yes. It’s a good idea.”
It was their free period before lunch. y/n was the only one in class still. But he hasn’t seen her all day, either she avoided him or didn’t show up at all.
Ned saw the doubt in Peter’s face, “She’s in class, saw her this morning.” Peter nodded.
He had to grow a pair, he remembered Tony’s words. This time, he would listen to them.
“Okay, everyone!” MJ clapped her hands, interrupting everyone, her head cocked to Peter.
“Um, so,” he started, “As you all heard yesterday, I was— uh, I was in danger yesterday,” he winced at his words internally.
“I witnessed a robbery?” he looked for help in Ned. He of course, saw the miserable look on his face and stood up to help.
“There was a robbery, and he was there,” Ned said with a proud nod.
Peter chuckled nervously, “and Spider-man helped me.” Peter finished, making MJ face palm. She rubbed her eyes, smudging her already faded mascara.
Frustration was evident in her voice, “what he’s trying to say is, that nothing really happened to him, everything’s fine and now we need your help,” she stated, meeting his grateful gaze. “You’re welcome,” she mouthed.
“What help?” the blonde guy from yesterday asked, his deep voice booming above all the people.
“Peter here,” MJ pointed to him, “really likes a girl, and needs help telling her.”
“What do you need all of us for?” a small girl with pastel pink hair asked.
“That’s what I’m trying to get at, sweet cheeks,” MJ winked, making the girl blush a bright pink. “Here’s the thing.”
After MJ explained the whole plan, everyone went to put it into action. The cheerleaders painted a big banner, that Harry’s football team hanged in the lunch hall, the words big and clear. Ned and MJ along with the pink haired girl went around the hall, explaining and pleading with people to elaborate, or simply, get out the way.
Everyone from the school was on to it by lunch.
It all made Peter feeling grateful, but he couldn’t shake the nervousness so easily. “What if it won’t work out?”
“Don’t say that, not after we put all these people into it. Besides, if you don’t tell her, I’m pretty sure all these people will, not the mention the big banner over there,” MJ said, making him look up.
He likes you, get together already. Was painted on the white canvas, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the red and pink hearts around the words, few of them had his and y/n’s initials paired in them. “You sure?”
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Nothing was positive about y/n’s day. She spent the night crying herself to sleep, the evidence was clear in her bloodshot eyes. Her cheeks were puffed and she was sure if people looked closer, they could see the starting of dark circles under her lids.
She avoided her friends, too proud to approach them first. They ignored me yesterday. So I will today. It was childish, really. But she stood her ground.
All was going smooth, she didn’t have to meet them, since that day they all had different classes. But was starting to get tough. Lunch was behind the corner and that meant facing her friends, and Peter.
The bell rang and everyone started to get out the class, she stayed behind. She packed her books slowly, almost painfully so. She didn’t run like everyone else. Her steps were slow, prolonging her journey to the lunch hall. Her eyes were down the whole time.
Once in the hall, a pair of feet appeared in her vision. Blue sneakers with roughed edges. Peter’s. Her eyes shot up as he started to speak.
“I’m so—”
Smack. y/n’s hand stung, so did Peter’s cheek.
The slap sounded through the whole hall, all the excited smiles dropped at the scene.
“Yeah, I probably deserved that,” he nodded, hand on his cheek. At his words, the girl shook her head.
“Wha—” he was once again interrupted by her. But now, it wasn’t at all painful. It was soft, sweet and salty? She was crying when her lips parted from his.
“You didn’t answer, and I—” It was Peter now who kissed her. His lips were tender, moving lovingly over hers. All they felt for each other poured into it.
“I’m sorry,” Peter said. “I really am.”
“I am too.” She touched his red cheek. “That was a bit too much.”
Someone cleared their throat behind them. MJ. “So you’re telling me we did this for nothing?”
The two of them turned to face the whole room, all eyes were on them. Smiles splattered over all the faces again. ‘He likes you. Get together already.’ Hanged over them.
“No,” the girl smiled at Peter. “I like you too, we should get together already.”
“We totally should,” he said, with a big grin, his eyes full of love.
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m1lkshakez · 14 hours ago
Opening requests because I need a distraction from school :)
- no smut (srry I’m like 12 /j)
- I won’t write for anyone who is uncomfortable with it
- I will do x reader
- can write for female or gender neutral reader
- Au’s welcome
Who I’ll write for
Dream Smp
- dream
- sapnap
- quackity
- Wilbur (have to double check that)
I write for a lot of people in Harry Potter so here is a list of people I won’t write for
- Draco
- snape
- Percy
Most Marvel characters. If ur not sure just ask and I’ll say if I do or don’t
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poetrcy · 17 hours ago
A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland
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| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen |
Summary → When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.
AN → This is probably one of my favorite chapters I’ve written, truly it makes me so sad that this series is coming to an end so soon. There will be two more parts: Part fourteen will be the last official part, part fifteen will be an epilogue of sorts. Consider joining my 1K Fic Challenge, and my 1K Sleepover is open until Monday!
Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader
Warnings → Alcohol, Strong Language, NSFW - Mature Content, Unprotected Sex - M x F
Word Count → 4.2k
“Please don’t let me fall, Harry.”
“Now, wouldn’t that just be a scandal,” he breathily whispered back to you.
Within the church played some variation of Hallelujah, everyone’s eyes on you and you only. The only two people with their backs turned to you were Sam and Tom, both standing at the front of the alter. Only Sam was off to the side, and Tom was just a foot or two away from the Archbishop.
No one spoke, not daring break the silence. As you began down the long row, many curtsied as you passed. Squinting a bit, you could see Queen Nicola and King Dominic at the front. In her eyes were tears, the King looking almost feverish in the face. His posture was slouched, his skin sallow and blotchy.
Harry looked around, and then motioned silently for you to look up. At the balcony overlooking the church stood Anne, she wasn’t allowed to the actual ceremony so she had come concealed and incognito. With a ready smile, she waved at you and mouthed something that looked a lot like ‘may God bless you.’
As you neared your empty place at the alter, Harry gave a squeeze. Your heart began to thud increasingly faster, stomach flipping at the thought of all of this. A small noise escaped your mouth, something of a sigh and a nervous gasp all at once. Luckily, no one but Harry had heard it.
“You’ve made it this far. It’d be a shame if you choked here,” he said to you. “Breathe—it’ll be over before you know it.”
Without thinking, you realized you had been looking at him and now you were being released from his grip. With clammy hands, you reached for him one last time and he brought your hand into both of his. Looking at you solely, he nodded a moment and let go.
One of your bridesmaids came up to take the flowers from you other hand, stepping back from you. With a step forward, you were at his left. The clad red uniform was snug, a high collar with golden accents and white trousers. You looked down and realized he had removed all of his rings, all except his signet ring.
Looking forward, you felt him steal a quick glance at you. The organ had ceased playing, and there was no more choir. Everyone was absolutely quiet.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together in the sight of God to witness and join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
Before you were several members of the church, each of them stone-faced and holding hard expressions. You shifted in your spot, taking in a deep breath and exhaling. You could hear his shallow breaths, trying to remember a time you’d ever seen Tom quite this anxiety ridden.
You had never.
He began to speak about God and the church, your pulse had been racing so fast that you seemed to catch very few of his words. He was reading from a book that looked something like a bible, dressed in uniform with grey hair. You stifled out another breath, hands shaking terribly.
“Thomas, will thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife. To live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony. Will thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health so long as you both shall live.”
You could have sworn you felt your heart stop. The thumping in your ears halted. You looked to his feet from where you stood beside him, seeing his own shaky hands. Quietly looking up, you noticed that he as well had been looking at you. This was the first time you’d made eye contact, his pupils dilating and his shoulders relaxing.
“I will.”
Two words. Two words heavy enough to shake the Earth. Swallowing, you faced front again. It was almost impossible for you to slow your breathing, a lump forming in your throat.
“Y/N, will thou have this man to thy wedded husband. To live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony. Will thou love, honor and keep him in sickness and in health so long as you both shall live.”
Very few moments in your life have you felt unprepared for. This was one of them.
“I will.”
Tom let out a breath of relief, looking at you and exhaling. Meeting his eyes, you both gave each other a look that could only be described as utter and complete relinquishment. It was as if everything else had stopped, and there was only you two.
“Who giveth this woman away to be married?” He asked, to which Harry stepped forward.
The King coughed, almost like he had done it on purpose. Harry grabbed your hand and gently passed it over to Tom, both of you staring back at each other now. Looking up at him, you raised an eyebrow.
He felt your shaking hands, gripping them in his own and using the pad of his thumb to run circles down your palm. His chest was rising and falling quite steadily, unlike your own. A few sniffles came from the Queen, willing you to turn your head towards her.
Tom reached over, grabbing the rings and meeting your eyes once again. Giving him your left hand, you both listened for further direction.
“With this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Tom repeated, except the way he said it was much less of a repetition and more of a whisper meant for only you.
“With my body, I thee worship.”
“With my body, I thee worship,” his face was only a few inches from yours as he spoke.
“And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.”
“And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow,” he continued on.
“In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost, amen.”
He was readying himself to slide the wedding band on, and then the engagement ring. Parting his lips and looking directly into your eyes. The congregation had quieted, everyone waiting for him to finish the prayer.
“In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost,” his voice was as low as it possibly could have been. “Amen.”
He looked down at your hands, taking the left and sliding the gold band onto your finger. After that, he took the diamond engagement ring and slid it on as well. Your hands began to relax a bit, the shaking at a minimum.
You only wished your mother could be here to watch you. Something told you she would look much like Nicola, moist cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.
While the Archbishop read from the book, finalizing the marriage, you couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was supposed to happen. You’d gone through more than most, all leading up to this moment exactly. Your hands interlocked, staring each other in the eyes.
At eighteen and twenty, you and Tom were hardly even adults. Pushed together in hopes of political gain, you’d been thrown at each other for power. Somewhere in all of this mess, you’d fallen in love with him—somewhere you’d grown to care for him more than anyone else. And no, he wasn’t perfect—not even close. He was quite arrogant and extremely proud, but he was yours, and you were his.
“I now pronounce you—man and wife,” the Archbishop concluded, shutting the large book.
Everyone within Westminster Abbey rose to their feet, clapping and cheering as you both turned and stood front facing. Hands interlaced, you squeezed his and felt him bring your hand to his lips. It was brief, short and meant only for you.
Married, you thought.
Walking over to Nicola, you let her pull you into an embrace and kissed both of her cheeks lovingly. She stared at you adoringly, cupping the side of your face with her hands. Brightly, she brought you into her arms again. Bringing her lips to your ear, whispering so quiet that nobody was able to hear she spoke bone chillingly quick and low.
“In a short time, you will be Queen. Do not waste any of the time you have left as just a girl.”
Your face dropped, pulling away and watching her smile return as if she said nothing. The King coughed into his handkerchief, shaking Tom’s hand and saying something short to him.
Not long after, you were brought into the throne room of the church where the Archbishop brought you to the front and pulled out a book larger than one you’d ever seen. He signed the register first, and then motioned Tom to sign after. You went next, scrawling your first name onto the heavy parchment. Looking down, the indentation of your names left a mark that would lay within those pages forever.
You took separate carriages back to Buckingham Palace. Every guest was invited to have a late breakfast, but soon after that you’d disembark for Windsor Castle.
You stepped out of your carriage, still in your wedding gown and followed a few of the guards back into the castle. Your ladies walked closely behind you, most of the other guests already waiting in a drawing room beside the dining room. As you stepped through one of the archways of the palace, you heard a soft calling of your name. Tom stood leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets and hair no longer so put together.
“Come with me, yeah?” He asked, motioning towards an empty room just off of the hallway.
Shocked at his making such a request in front of your ladies, he laughed. You’re married, you remembered. He was now allowed to say such things, it was alright to close the door now. Not that you hadn’t done a great deal of closing the door while you were engaged.
“They can’t serve anyone without us being there,” you told him.
“If they’ve come this far, I’m sure they won’t mind a few minutes waiting.”
He grabbed your hand and wasted no time in pulling you through the entryway of the room, shutting the door and turning you so your back was pressed against the wood. His lips were nowhere near as feverish and quick as they had been every time before. No, his hand went up to the nape of your neck, pulling you into him further.
Pulling away, you had to catch your breath. Feeling him hold both sides of your face and look at you directly. Noses practically touching, you leaned in and stole another kiss.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” he laughed. “I wrote you something—vows of sorts. I was going to give you the letter to read tonight, but I decided I’d rather tell you now.”
“Tell me what,” you chuckled, watching him reach into his pocket and pull out a familiar piece of parchment.
It was the paper from his bedroom.
“Y/N,” he began reading with an unsure tone. “I will not ever truly be able to find the words that suffice in expressing my undying affection for you. I have tried, tried and failed. You are everything I admire and envy all at the same time. You have told me time and time again that I am a good man, but looking at you—I am not that good a man. I am nowhere near as good as you, nor will I ever be. However, I am without question, irrevocably and completely in love with you.”
“You have given me something that I had not thought I would ever have in a matter of weeks. From the moment I saw you at fourteen years old, I knew you were worth more than I could have ever been. You deserve more than me, more than this—though, I promise to do my best in all that it is.”
His hand, grasping the parchment, fell to his side and he was looking at you again. Your hand lay flat on his chest, eyes interlocked with his. You wished you’d have written something up, but your rambling thoughts would have to do.
“Tom, I have not done anything that would put me above you in any way at all. You are—you are my husband. We are equals, and I feel so incredibly grateful to call you my equal and my partner. You are a better man than you think, the things that have brought you to this point do not define you. And for all that it is, I promise to do my best as well.”
The King would not be there to send you and Tom off.
Queen Nicola and the princes stood at the foot of your carriage. You were changed, now gloved and wearing a dark blue dress. You had swapped you glistening tiara for a white bonnet that matched your gloves. Tom was dressed in normal attire now as well, kissing his mother goodbye.
“Why must we stay in this dreaded place if Tommy and Y/N get to go back to Windsor?” Paddy whined, craning his head to look up at his mother and older brothers.
“Shush, Patrick,” Nicola chided.
“Yeah, Tommy. Why have you and Y/N got to go to Windsor all alone with no one to—”
“Oh—you shush too, Harry!”
You couldn’t help laughing, bidding them all farewell and stepping into the carriage first. Tom said something to Sam and got in beside you himself. Looking out the window, you waved and felt Tom knock his fist against the roof, signaling the driver to go.
The carriage jerked, and you were off. It was the first time you’d actually been in a closed carriage with him, only ever having driven through the park in an open setting. The close proximity made your face heat up, hands folded in your lap as he continued looking out the window.
It was now into the afternoon, the sky was a bright blue. His hand rested on his knee, head turned away. It wasn’t awkward, you weren’t trying to find the right words. It was just comfortable, like after all this time, you had both been owed a little solace.
Leaning your head against his shoulder, he shifted and looked at you. Closing your eyes, you felt yourself drift off as the drive continued. His hand moved, resting itself just on top of yours. The darkness took over, head lulling and mind clearing as you drifted off to sleep.
“Y/N,” he murmured a while later.
“Hm?” You stirred, blinking once or twice to adjust to the light.
“We’re here.”
Shooting up, you came back to yourself and remembered all that had happened today. You looked at Tom, who was outside of the carriage and waiting for you to take his hand. Sitting up, you stepped out and nearly fell into him.
Tom took a moment to look at you, holding you by the sides of your arms and staring at you. He brought a hand up, pushing a bit of hair behind your ear and stepping away.
The air was much brisker than before, the evening coming on quickly. Most of the servants who’d come along, including Anne had already made their way into the castle. You personally requested that Anne be able to come with you when you moved to Kensington Palace. It would feel odd, leaving her at Buckingham Palace.
Making your way inside, Tom’s hand rested at the small of your back. The guards you passed bowing as you walked, a few realizations then came over you. The first being that you were now officially the Princess of Wales. The second being the fact that you were a wife.
“Are you hungry? They’ve got a dinner set up for us,” Tom asked, looking over at you.
“Not particularly, but I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Are you?”
“Not particularly.”
He was grinning, why was he grinning?
You both decided to go and sit down for what was more like dinner now. He led you down the familiar halls to the same dining room you were in only a week ago. The table hosted two readied spots beside each other, guards lining the walls.
“Well, I’d like to go to my chambers and see if Anne can help me out of this dress,” you said as you both left the dining area.
He nodded, raising an eyebrow at you like something of absolute oblivion. The corners of his mouth turned up, leaning against the wall across from you. They had finished lighting candles around Windsor, the impending darkness coming over the sky.
“Alright, well I’ll just come with you then. I’ll wait, they should have already brought our things to our chambers.”
“What?” You asked, wondering what he meant by saying ‘our.’
“Wait—did you think we were going to have to sleep in separate rooms still?” He snickered, trying to suppress his laughter.
You felt a bit embarrassed, not having known exactly what one was supposed to do on the night of their wedding. You knew what your mother had explained to you, but she never said anything about sleeping in the same bedroom. That had never crossed your mind.
“Of course not, let’s go.”
He laughed the whole way down the hall and then after when you turned down several other halls and went up a stone staircase. Eventually, he pushed open the large, wooden double doors to your quarters. Inside was a spacious room with a wardrobe and a canopy bed. To the right of the room was a screen, it was meant to cover a person while they changed. There was a desk off to the side and a vanity with an assortment of your things ready for your arrival.
Tom flopped down onto the bed, saying something that muffled into the pillows. Anne came through the door a moment later, curtsying with a small smile.
“Your Royal Highnesses,” she addressed. “I can come back at another time.”
“No, now is fine,” you responded. “Would you help me out of this dress?”
You walked behind the tan screen, watching Anne come across the room and get behind you. Tom leaned across the bed, watching your shadow and the way the dress fell to the ground. He couldn’t help looking away quite flushed.
“You looked absolutely stunning this morning,” Anne complimented. “Like a true Princess of Wales.”
Tom smiled to himself, seeing the way you interacted with each other. He remembered Anne, specifically her kindness to him when he was small. He was grateful that she hadn’t made it transparent, and that she treated him how she’d always treated his brothers.
“I’m going just across the hall to get out of this bloody getup,” he called over to you. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
You listened for the click of the door and smiled to yourself. Most of this still hadn’t set in yet, her hands worked at your corset. It was quite bizarre to you, all of the change in your life in only a month and a half. She slipped the white nightgown over your body, pulling the pins from your hair and letting it cascade down.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you wondered if this would be what every night felt like, or if this was just on your wedding night. A tightness formed in your chest, Anne placing a hand on your cheek maternally.
“Thank you, Anne. For everything.”
“No need. Have a good night, ma’am.”
With this, she took her leave and you were alone. The candles in the bedroom burned brightly, a feeling of uncertainty coming over you. You wondered if you should go somewhere, or stand somewhere.
You sat at the vanity, staring at yourself in the mirror. A moment later, the door opened and Tom came through wearily. He was in trousers for sleep and a loose, white tunic. You could see him through the mirror, but he only leaned against the door a minute and walked up from behind you.
Without saying anything, he leaned over and kissed up the side of your neck. Still looking in the mirror, you turned your head and closed your eyes. His mouth traced up your jaw, his lips sucking lightly on your skin. He didn’t falter, turning you around to face him.
“Take my shirt off,” he whispered breathlessly.
Pulling you up by the elbows, you both stood soundlessly as you began to undo the top buttons of his shirt. One by one, your fingers worked through them, leaning in to kiss the exposed skin as each button popped open. Soon enough, his shirt was off completely and you were standing before him.
Tom leaned into you, pushing your back against the bedpost and kissing down your throat and along your collarbones. He relished in the soft moans escaping your mouth as his lips grazed the most sensitive points of your skin. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as his mouth grew more feverish, your hand trailing down his chest.
He murmured something into your ear, hooking your legs around his hips and bringing you down onto the bed.
Hitting the pillows, his lips were back on your body. This time, you ran a hand through his tousled curls. Coming back up to meet your lips, he tastes like the sweet wine you wished to savor forever. He tastes like lust and desire all at once. He tastes like home.
You worked at the lacing of his trousers, feeling him pull at the fabric of your night gown, unable to get it off of you. Soft giggles erupting from you, Tom couldn’t help chuckling against your skin.
Once you had gotten it completely off, you had hardly any time to feel completely vulnerable or exposed. Pressing open mouth kisses against your throat, he worked his way down to the curve of your breasts. Your fingers went to his pants once again, freeing himself of the constricting fabric.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” He asked seriously, hand in your hair and eyes on your own.
“Yes,” you hardly got out before your breath hitched and your legs parted around him at the first thrust.
It hurt at first, nails piercing his back deeper than you’d intended. His head fell to your neck, slowly pressing himself inside of you. Looking up, he gave you a look as if to ask if this was okay again. You took a breath, nodded against him and continuing on.
After a few moments, the spaced out and slow movements had halted and the pain had stopped. He dropped down to kiss you hard on the lips, bringing himself to thrust into you fully and deeply. Your hands threaded themselves into his hair, back arching against the bed as a wave of pleasure hit you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned into your hair.
He pressed into you, bringing his hand up to the swell of your breast and the other grasping onto your hipbone. With each second you were together, everything seemed to make more and more sense.
His hips rocked back and forth. Tightening around him, you felt his speed rise and his thrusts quicken. Brown curls spilled into your eyes as he was leaning over your body, panting coming from both of you increasingly faster. It was only a moment or two later when you felt yourself nearing climax, skin on fire as you threw your head back against the white linen.
“Y/N,” he whispered into your ear hoarsely. “Fuck—”
Reaching your high, you felt yourself release and come completely undone. He soon followed, sloppily thrusting into you as he finished. A moment later, he pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely out of breath and perspiring just as you were.
“I love you,” you murmured as you turned on your side to face him.
Bringing the duvet over both of you, he leaned over and ran the side of his hand against your cheek affectionately. It wasn’t very long before you both had drifted off into sleep, talking lowly until eventually no words were coming out.
“Your Royal Highnesses,” snapped the voice of an unfamiliar man.
Not processing it right away, you took a moment to think and then almost jumped up. Looking down at yourself, you were fully covered up, but there was a man standing in the darkness of the room. It looked like a member of the staff, squinting you tried to make out his face.
Shaking Tom, he jerked and blinked a few times before looking at the man and then to you. He sat up immediately, beginning to yell at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you even a bit of sense? Or are you just that thick? What the hell would possess you to just come in here unannounced?”
Once you saw the man’s expression, you almost wished you hadn’t. It was blank in a way that almost sent chills down your spine, he wasn’t even touched by Tom’s shouting. Most of the staff would cower under his scolding. The way he was looking at the both of you was as if the world had just come crumbling downwards.
“The King, sir. He’s dead.”
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Okay I have another idea:
Peter hates thunderstorms cuz they’re really loud so he always hides in his closet to Block out the sound but one day he wakes up in a sensory overload and goes to the kitchen to get something to eat when he hears thunder so he runs to his room crying cuz his head hurts so bad and Sam is laughing cuz he thinks Peter is afraid of thunderstorms. Then you go to peters closet and hold him and kiss him till he feels better
Tears dripping, Thunder screaming ⇒ PETER PARKER x READER
Summary: ^^^
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A/N: Aaaahhhh, this was painful to write but I had fun. I changed the prompt just a teeny tiny bit but I hope you still like it. Thanks for the request again, luv!
Warning: Astraphobia (Fear of Thunderstorms). Sensory Overload. Swearing. Detailed description of pain. Panic Attacks.
Word Count: 1.3k
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You woke up to nothing but eerie silence pulling you out of your deep slumber. Grudgingly opening your eyes, you blinked heavily at the ceiling, blurrily staring at the rays of moonlight that shown through the blinds, fast paced raindrops outside causing a flurry of patterns to run across the walls. Your eyes were foggy as they traveled the rest of the room, trying to find an explanation for why you were awake this early. Groaning, you rolled over underneath the thick fleece lined blankets, ready to tuck yourself into Peter's side and go back to sleep but the lack of body heat on the other side of the bed startled you into a sitting position.
More alert now, you blinked rapidly and brought a hand up to wipe away at the eye crusties before scouring the room for a figure or a shadow that vaguely looked like it could be the form of a teenage boy. When you didn't find any, you sat there confused, comforter bunched up around your waist and pillow wrinkles on your cheek. Bringing your hands up, you rubbed roughly at your face, sniffling to clear your nose.
Peter wasn't the type of person to get up in the middle of the night for a snack or go to the bathroom and there wasn't an urgent mission or anything, or at least, you hadn't heard F.R.I.D.A.Y call them down.
Murmuring underneath your breath, you yanked yourself out of the warm cave of mattress, hissing as the chill of the night slithered around your ankles and wrapped itself around your arms. Sluggishly grabbing and slipping on Peter's hoodie that had been discarded on his chair a couple hours prior, you jumped around his room while putting on socks and pushed open his door, yawning as you dragged your body through the hallways of the tower.
You were fully prepared to beg and guilt trip Peter into coming back to bed but a loud crackle and the flash of light that echoed through the corridor snapped you out of your selfish thoughts. Fuck. You'd thought it was only raining.
Now cursing, you pushed yourself to hurry, practically sprinting to his lab and sliding a couple feet on the marble smooth floors. Scrambling, you pressed your finger into the scanner and watched the green light burn across the tip before an accepting beep buzzed and a loud click followed. Frantically watching as the metal doors moved open, you hurried in and turned around, searching for a curled up Peter.
The only thing you could hear however, was your hitched breathing. Eyebrows furrowing, you continued to search through the cluttered lab, half finished machines and loose wires shining dimly in the dull lighting. Where was he? But more importantly, how was he?
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Peter had awoken in excruciating pain, blinding and white and torturous. His fingers had instantly reached up and grabbed at his curls and he tried not to scream out as he took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm himself. When the blearing pounding went from "someone's roughly cracking his skull open" to "someone bashing his skull with a hammer", he untangled his clenched palms from his hair and let out a shuddering ragged breath.
Slowly sitting up, he carefully removed his sweaty self from around you and gently walked away from the bed. Glancing back at you once to make sure you were still asleep before slipping out the door and heading towards the kitchen where he knew they kept a medicine cabinet. He needed Advil. A really really high dosage of Advil.
Walking was harder then he thought it would be, it was like he was being muffled and drowned by too much of everything. Suddenly, even the darkness was too bright and the cotton of his t-shirt was too rough. His tongue felt heavy and gross and his muscles ached as they strained. He could smell the 2 month old food in the back of the fridge from where he stood and it took all of whatever remaining restraint he had in him to stop himself from gagging.
Hissing, he dragged himself closer and roughly messed around with the switch. Letting out a small whimper as the the lights came in full force and lit up the whole kitchen in a painful glow, he blindly stumbled towards the medicine cabinet, fumbling around with the cap before throwing back 4 pills and slamming the door shut. He hadn't meant to be that harsh but here he was, paying for the mistake as the sound vibrated in his skull causing him to keen over in agony.
Water? Right. Water. Drink water.
He didn't remember getting the glass or filling it up but he greedily gulped down the chilled liquid, trying his best to ignore the fact that he could feel each induvial mineral as it slipped past his tongue. Setting the glass dawn extremely cautiously, he sighed. Willing himself to be conscious, he breathed deeply. Focusing himself to not throw up.
The moment he heard the clap of thunder, his entire body seized up and he choked back the tears. Fuck fuck fuck. No. Please. Fuck.
"Aww, don't tell me you're afraid of the rain Petie Pie?"
Peter just blinked and it took him a second for the words to register, the only response he could muster however was to drowsily stare back at Sam.
Upon seeing his face, Sam's eyebrows furrowed into concern, "Hey, Pete. You ok? You don't look so good, want me to go grab Stark?"
Before he could respond, another rumble of thunder shot through the sky. Peter flinched so hard that his limbs spasmed slightly afterwards. Choking, he muttered, "I-no. I'm just gonna- gonna go lay down."
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You were panicking. Eyes blurring as they searched over and over again at the same spots he usually was. This was Peter's spot. Whenever there was a thunderstorm, right there. On that couch in that exact same spot. What was different this time?
Just as you remembered that there was in fact a very intelligent A.I that could very easily give you the location of your boyfriend, you heard someone walk through the door. You almost let out a sob of relief as you saw Peter fall through the doorway.
Rushing to his side, you wrapped your arms around his waist and guided him to the edge of the sofa. Tightly squeezing as he curled himself into you and hiccupped, your (his) hoodie quickly becoming damp. You stroked his hair as another of round of lightning crackled and started pressing kisses onto the nape of his neck, a kiss for every tear that fell out of those beautiful hazel eyes.
Gently, you began rocking him, smiling softly as he finally lifted his head and looked up at you from his head on your lap. Your kisses became softer and slower as they moved to his cheek until your lips were just pressed against his cheekbone, wet and salty and breathing him in.
"Wanna talk?", you muttered and he slowly nodded. His breathing was still labored but it was getting better as he calmed down.
"I- I woke up with a sensory overload and then there was the thunder and I co-couldn't-", you hushed him softly as you felt his chest beginning to move faster, bringing a hand up to press down on his heart and breathe with him, willing him to follow along.
You both lay there for the next couple of hours, him flinching at every sound and you reassuring him with silent "You're ok."s, "You're safe.", and "You're so fucking strong."s.
By the time the storm had passed, you were both exhausted. You're position long changed to how you were currently laying, horizontally on the love seat, his face buried into your chest and breathing slow enough the you were pretty sure he was asleep. Mouthing your lips over his forehead, you combed through his curls and whispered, "I love you." You tried not to smile too big when a muffled and raspy "I love you too" echoed your way.
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bisexual-chupacabra · a day ago
Peter: *highlights an entire page of notes*
Shuri: bro, you know you're only supposed to highlight the important ones
Peter: *makes a highlight mark on Shuri's arm*
Shuri: why'd you do that, bro?
Peter: because you're important to me, bro.
Shuri: B R O
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chaoticgaysstuff · a day ago
Painful Splattered Teardrops | Peter Parker x Male! Reader
A/N: Requested. Hope this is some good enough angst for you, my good sir. Hope everyone else likes it.
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"What? What are you saying, Y/N...?" 
Peter stared at you and he could feel a stinging sensation in his eyes. He shut them tightly, forcing back a sob that threatened to tear from his throat. 
"I'm saying this isn't working between us and I want to break up." You spoke in a deep, monotone voice, sounding quite emotionless that made Peter's heartbreak even more. 
He didn't understand why you were doing this time. Why were you saying those words? Did he do something that could have caused this? You were his first love and everything seemed to be going great between you both.
Just yesterday, everything was fine between you and him. He had invited you over to his apartment when Aunt May was out and you both spent most of your time cooking. Then cooking turned into you both throwing food on each other, which resulted in the both of you getting dirty and took a shower afterward. 
You both had fun and you seemed happy, especially when you told Peter you loved him, which is one reason he stared at you in complete shock. 
"I..." Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, "I don't understand why you are saying this. Why do you want to break up? We love each other!" 
A humorless, dark chuckle fell from you as a smirk made its way onto your face that caused the wall-crawler to shiver, "You really thought that I loved you? That what we had was something special? If you thought that then you're pretty stupid, and you're supposed to be the smart one here." 
It didn't seem like you were the same person Peter fell in love with. He fell in with your beautiful smile, your hugs that are always so full of affection, your soft H/C hair, your kisses that are so full of love, the sweet, kind side of you, and so much more.
His mind launched into a series of memories involving you. 
He remembered the first time he asked you out. You were sitting at the table with some of your other friends at the time when Ned and MJ encouraged him to ask you out. He expected you to laugh at him, reject or punch him in the face, but you actually agreed to date him and he was surprised when you agreed to see him again. 
He remembered all the dates that came after that, falling asleep in your arms, the passionate kisses, affectionate hugs that could brighten someone's day. 
Peter shook his head in denial, "You do love me. Please tell me that you love me?" He begged softly, taking a hold of your hand. 
Did you really not love him? Not care for him in the slightest, despite being together for seven months?
"What do you see when you close your eyes, Peter?" You suddenly asked, catching Peter a little bit off guard. 
"I don't see anything." 
"Exactly, that's what you are to me. You're not anything to me. You're nothing to me. Worthless in a sense." 
Peter felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, "Why can't you love me...?"
Tears now started falling out of Peter's eyes as he tightened his grip on your arm, not wanting to let you go. He wants your love and affections that you once gave him. He craves it. 
"Oh, my sweet, sweet, Peter," You stood up from the park bench as he did the same, still not letting you go at all, "You're not worth my love, or anyone's for that matter. You don't matter." 
Peter now thought back to the first time you told him that you loved him. 
It was five months into the relationship and you were both lying on Peter's bed with his body on top of yours, his chin propped up on your chest as you both chatted with one another. 
"You're such a dork, Peter." You laughed at the words that came out of your boyfriend's mouth. 
"Well, being a dork is fine with me because that's your type." 
"Who said that was my type?" 
"It obviously is since you like me and I'm the king of dorks." Peter exclaimed. 
"Oh, I used to like you because you were so sweet and adorable." You said and watched as Peter's face fell slightly. 
"Used to like me...?" 
You nodded, "Yes, I used to like you, but," You took a deep breath, "But now I'm in love with you." 
Peter was so happy hearing that he leaned over and brought you into a kiss. 
He's been waiting for you to say it back to him for some time now, but he didn't want to force you to say it back. 
He broke the kiss and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he leaned his ear on your chest, hearing the sound of your rhythmic heartbeat. 
"I love you, too." 
Peter's jaw clenched as a small sob tore from his throat and you stood there, completely emotionless and unfazed by the sound of Peter's sob. 
It was scary how much power you had over him. To make you beg for your love when he should have left after every hurtful word that came out of your mouth, to make him plead to stay by your side when you didn't want him to, to make you love him when it was clear that you didn't want him. 
You planted a kiss on his pink lips and slip your hand out of your grasp as you went to leave, but Peter grasped onto your left leg, wrapping his arms around it as he begged you to love him and to not leave him.
He has been extremely happy all the time because of you. You were his first love and he wanted you to be his only love. No one has ever made him feel the way you do. You were like a drug. Sweet and addictive. So vibrant and strong. 
He didn't want to lose you. He would stop being clingy if it meant that you would stay. 
"You're not worthy of my love, Peter." 
You walked away from the park as Peter screamed, begging and pleading for you not to leave him. Some people at the park stared at him, but he didn't care. 
He lost the one he loved the most. 
The door to your bedroom door opened and you stared up at your visitor. 
"I have done everything you asked me to do," You whispered hoarsely, "I broke up with the love of my life, isolated my friends, more specifically, Ned and MJ, and so much more horrible things. Give me back what I need and then leave me alone!" 
Your voice was very hoarse and broken as you stared up into those forest green eyes. That cold and calculating stare could freeze anyone right in their tracks with one single look. 
"You'll get what you want, but you have one more thing to do for me before I can do that." 
"...And what's that?" 
"I want you to kill Spiderman." 
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ptersmj · a day ago
I can't stop thinking about sleepy!peter. This is a request please anything with a sleep-deprived dorky peter
oof i made this kinda long by accident 😭 pls enjoy <3
“five more minutes, mr. stark. just… five minutes,” peter murmurs to tony and shrugs his hand off of him. after arriving at the tower straight from school, he’d done his usual training session and a last minute cram session for what tony guesses is a history test. he drifted off somewhere in between everything.
if you ever think your schedule is packed, you haven’t seen peter’s.
tony sighs when his protégé still doesn’t budge. he’s at the kitchen table, passed out on a stack of textbooks.
“up and at ‘em, kid. wouldn’t you rather sleep in, i don’t know, your own bed?” tony proposes instead. it earns him a childish pout and head shake from peter. “i wanna sleep in y/n’s. want her cuddles.” he quirks an eyebrow at the mention of his daughter. “oh? you two are in the sleepover stage?” “have been for a while,” peter corrects him, nuzzling his cheek against the textbook.
why wouldn’t you tell tony that? it’s not like he doesn’t know you’re together, and he was bound to find out eventually. you and peter do live under his roof. teenagers and their privacy.
grabbing peter’s shoulder, tony yanks him back into a sitting position. “tell you what, i’ll take you up to y/n if you promise me you’ll get some sleep.” peter begins to protest, and barely gets out a but before tony interrupts. “real sleep. crashing while you analyze the declaration of independence hardly counts.”
peter lazily blinks his eyes open, rubbing the exhaustion out of them while he speaks. “as much as i want to, mr. stark… i…” he yawns his words out. “i should really get back to work.” just like that, he’s awake. tony has to admit that his commitment is impressive. impressive, but not good for him. “kid, it’s late. when’s that test of yours, anyway?” he asks peter, whose shoulders slump. “uh, tomorrow.”
“bedtime it is, then. that genius brain of yours could use a break before the big day ahead,” tony decides and successfully helps peter out of the kitchen chair. “you think i’m a genius?” peter smiles shyly, letting tony lead him to the staircase. “who doesn’t? i doubt you even needed the all nighter you were gonna pull.” his jaw slightly dropping, peter follows next to tony. “how did you know i-“ “i know everything,” he simply insists.
there’s a beat of silence, then tony inquires some more. “except that you apparently canoodle with my daughter every night. since when does that happen?” the two of them continue trudging up the stairs. peter grins once again as he thinks of you. “started before we were dating, actually. it’s nothing bad, though.” he shrugs a shoulder. “we just, like, spoon each other.”
“ah, you’re into the classics. me and pep are the same.” a fond smirk pulls at tony’s lips. “she’s the big spoon.” “i figured,” peter chuckles back, tony scrunching his face up in mock offense. “and why’s that?” “oh, come on. it’s no secret pepper wears the pants,” peter teases his mentor while they make their way down the hall. “you’re much nicer unconscious,” tony remarks.
the two of them reach your room finally, peter letting out a long breath. your door is cracked open, in case peter wanted to stop by. he can see you at your desk with a dim light on next to you. another grin crossing his features, him and tony watch you scribble something in a notebook.
tony knocks on the doorframe and peaks his head into your room. “special delivery,” he announces, you cocking your head to the side curiously. “what is it?” your dad answers by pushing open the door to reveal peter. peter gives you a small wave. “oh,” you bite back a smile, getting up from your seat. “just what i ordered. how’d you know?”
“kid fell asleep studying. the only way i could get him up was to bring him here,” tony explains, clapping peter on the back. “he was asking for you. your cuddles, specifically.” “thanks, mr. stark. i think she gets it,” peter says through clenched teeth. you laugh softly at his forced confession. “it’s okay, pete. i was waiting for you to come.” he rubs one of his pink tinted cheeks.
“we’ll discuss this in the morning, young lady,” tony playfully scolds you. “for now, why don’t you kids head off to dreamland. pete’s got a test tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together, you walking up to him. “i‘ve got him, dad. thank you for being cool about us.” you take peter’s hands with a nod at tony, him ruffling your hair.
“night, y/n/n. hands stay above the waist, parker,” tony meets his eyes for emphasis. “understood,” peter mumbles and threads his fingers through yours. “night.” satisfied in that, tony leaves and closes the door behind him. he sticks around for a few seconds, hearing you chastise peter about fixing his sleep schedule. your dad walks away with a smile on his face.
“you’re supposed to get a good night’s sleep before a test, by the way,” you remind peter while he changes into pajamas. he’s left a few things here for whenever he sleeps over, as tony called it. “which i’m about to do. i have the world’s best snuggler for a girlfriend.” peter pulls up his flannel bottoms, coming towards the bed. you’re sitting at the edge of it.
“you also have to eat a good breakfast. that means no poptarts and chocolate milk,” you beam knowingly, peter flopping down onto his back and your comforter. “they make healthy ones now, y/n/n. bruce just bought them,” he protests and tries to reach for you. you look at him over your shoulder. “so?” “so, he’s a doctor. i trust him.” a yawn slips out of peter. he keeps his eyes closed after this one.
“i wouldn’t take nutrition advice from the hulk, but ok,” you concede and lay down next to your sleepy boyfriend. “how was your day? besides the studying.” your voice drops to a whisper, peter’s arms winding around your middle. “not bad, just busy. i did some sparring with sam.” he pulls you closer to him and hides his face in your neck. “he beat me, obviously.” giggling quietly, you cradle the back of his head with one hand.
“school?” you wonder and tangle your fingers in his unkempt locks. “good, ‘cuz you were there.” he places a few kisses to your skin, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile. your leg drapes around his waist. “very smooth.” “it’s true,” peter whines and tightens his grip on you. “just knowing you’re around somewhere makes me happy.” humming, you keep combing your fingers through his hair. “you’re the cutest. go to bed, petey.”
peter easily gives in. “mm, whatever you say. g’night, lovey.” you kiss his hair lightly in response. his breathing doesn’t take long to even out, and he’s soon fast asleep while cuddled up next to you.
tony was right, as per usual. peter’s genius brain really did need a break.
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The one where being clumsy helps
Hey besties enjoy this :) Also the story about getting scared by a pigeon and smashing into a glass door was something I have actually done but the only difference was that I knocked myself out :)
The one where being clumsy came in handy 
If there was one thing you could do it was managing to trip over your own feet 
Seriously no one could make a trip to the kitchen look so dangerous 
As much as it made the team worry it was bloody funny
Bang. Thud. Smash. “Ouch” you groaned from your newfound place on the cold tiles of the tower's kitchen, rubbing the now throbbing lump that had started to form on your head “Y/n are you okay?” Bucky called from the couch, pausing his game of UNO with Sam to check on you. “Yep…. dine… I mean fine….. Yep, I’m all Groot… Good….. Damn it” you stuttered as you tried to stand up. The floor swaying beneath your feet “are you sure you look like you’re going to throw up?” Sam wheezed, doubling over because obviously there was just nothing funnier than you nearly dying on the way to grab a glass of water. “I might throw up all over you in a minute if you don’t stop laughing” you glared as the man continued to laugh at you “don’t worry y/n the CCTV will catch that too” Bucky added with a chuckle walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. “Damn it” you muttered as the men made sure to get you back to your room in one piece
“What have I told you about running around outside when it’s dark” Steve scolded as he patched up the cut on your forehead “to not do it” you replied as you cast your head to the floor in shame “but in my defense, the pigeon looked really scary and I didn’t know that Bruce had shut the glass door because if I had known I wouldn’t have tried to run into it” you smiled before hissing as the sanitizing wipe came into contact with your skin. “Well I would hope so” he muttered in concentration, trying to place the plaster in the right place “there all done, now go and convince Tony not to play that video at the next movie night,” he said, starting to put the first aid kit back in its place watching as you skipped out of the bathroom and into the bright light of the hallway.
It made for great entertainment for the avengers and great humiliation to you
But there was one clip he refused to show 
It painted your lack of coordination way to well
You ran through the lab, up the stairs, into the hallway, and into a cupboard. And all without tripping up, you were on a role. However, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about how excellently you managed to do that. You see somehow someone ha damaged to break into the tower and with you being the only one who wasn’t trapped in the training room it was up to you to try and find whoever had got it. But the cupboard just looked a lot nicer than possibly getting shot.
“We’re doomed” spoke Tony as he watched your figure retreat into the cupboard, all you had to do was get into the front room and press the button to let them all out so they could do the finding, but by the looks of it, you weren’t too keen on that idea. “Maybe they’re just coming up with a plan Stark, don’t doubt their ability to do this” remarked Nat, who was sitting on what was meant to be a treadmill but was making a very comfortable seat.
Meanwhile, you were actually in the cupboard trying not to poke your eye out with a broom “okay think y/n, they’re in the lounge so if you distract them enough then maybe you can press the button and run like the wind in the other direction? Yeah okay I can do that.” hand slowly grabbing the handle and twisting it as quietly as it possibly was for a door that hadn’t been oiled in about a year, and dashing for the back of the island where you would be able to find out the intruders exact position. Sliding all over the place as you made your way into your established lookout spot you waited.
“They look like Bambi on ice out there” Sam spoke from the floor, arms folded across his chest, clearly displaying his dislike for the whole situation “Yes but at least it looks like they have a plan now” added Bruce, more worried about not going green than you looking like someone had turned the floor into a lake in the winter. “I am going to say it again. We are doomed” Tony muttered.
You could hear the man muttering about how quiet it was for a place that held the world's heroes as your eyes scouted the room in front of you for the button and your brain tried to formulate a way to get there. You ended up settling on just throwing a spoon at him, screaming, and then just making a run for it and hoping he didn’t have a gun. Swoosh, the spoon flew from your hands and hit the man in the back. “What the fuck was I thinking” you whisper screamed as you started to push off and run. “AHHHHHHHHHHH TAKE MY SPOON OF WRATH YOU PIECE OF SHIT”, time seemed to slow down as your foot got caught on the side of the couch and you toppled onto the man, catching the both of you by surprise, so you did the only thing that seemed reasonable in your adrenaline-fueled brain. Punch, kick and scream. “Y/N IT’S ME AHHHH STOP HITTING ME, IT’S PETER” the boy? Screamed. your fists slowly stopped and you tilted your head in confusion “Peter?”
What had happened was Peter had forgotten his pass and had decided that instead of waiting for Tony to come down and let him in, he’d get Karen to break-in 
Which had turned on lockdown mode in the tower
Which had left you all alone 
And when I said you ran through the lab I meant you literally smashed your way through the door 
But you tripping up and toppling onto him had meat that he didn’t get his ass kicked by the avengers 
Tony still wouldn’t show the video though
Maybe being clumsy would come in handy again 
Probably not
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toomanyrobins2 · a day ago
drunk on indigo skies pt. 2
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Summary: Y/N “Indigo” Phillips had dealt in secrets her whole life. Hired by Tony Stark at 16, falling in love with his son was never the plan. She also never expected that five years later, she’d be leaving Peter in the middle of the night with just a note on the dining room table. Now a year later, she has to return to the Three Families as their whole world continues to be threatened by a rival mob.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Content warning: Mentions of alcohol abuse, sex, violence, murder
Notes: Life’s crazy right now and I can’t believe I’ve passed 200 followers! You guys are amazing and I'm so glad you guys are loving this series.
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Previously on:
Tony was hugging Y/N and Jamie. She smirked up at him, “Besides, you’ve got Steve Rogers as a son-in-law for the rest of your life. That is the best kind of karma I know.”
Before they could walk back to join the families, Peter appeared in the doorway, looking awful. His shirt was rumpled, hair pointing in all directions and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a piece of paper clutched tight in his fist, “Indy’s gone.”
Present time
Y/N had been a mess the whole time she had been driving back to New York. Traveling down familiar roads offered no comfort or nostalgia. Instead, she felt only nausea. Driving down the familiar roads made her nauseous. The feeling only increased as she pulled up in front of the compound. The families often spent their weekends outside the city and away from the Ivory. She hedged her bets that Tony would be here.
Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath and looked back at Ellie asleep in the backseat. The baby had always been a good sleeper and she hated to wake up the five-month-old. She pulled the carrier on first, leaving Ellie for as long as possible. She ducked into the car, undoing the straps. The baby had started to fuss, but thankfully, quieted once she was against Y/N’s chest, lulled by her heartbeat.
The young woman looked up at the main building and let out a long sigh before making her way up the driveway. A man was waiting by the door and a grin spread across his face when he saw her, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Indigo back from the dead.”
She rolled her eyes, “Just tell Tony I’m here, Ant.” Scott spoke into his comms, before stepping aside and letting Y/N into the building. The elevator doors slid open and, unsurprisingly, a group was standing at the doors. She sighed, preparing herself for the dramatics. Wrapping a protective arm around Ellie, she stepped out of the metal box, “I see I got the whole welcome party.”
Nat immediately broke away from the group and hugged Y/N. “You look good,” the redhead looked down, “And you’ve got a mini Indy now?”
She looked down at the sleeping baby and smiled fondly, “It’s a long story.” A harsh voice interrupted the women, trying to call right redhead back over. Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh unclench, Bucky. And you can take your hand off your gun while my daughter is in the room.”
“Stand down, son,” George and Tony took a step forward and Bucky’s jacket fell back into place.
Tony walked up to Y/N and trapped her face in his hands, “You do look good.”
“Oh, please. I’ve got a five-month-old,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’ve got concealer caked under my eyes and a can of dry shampoo in my hair.”
He kissed her cheek, “Only you could make motherhood look this stunning.”
“Don’t say that where Pepper can hear you. She’ll kick your ass.”
Tony kept her close, “You better be nice to me or I’ll throw you out of here.”
Y/N laughed, “No, you won’t. Not when you see what intel I have for you.” He looked surprised, “Come on, Papa Stark. Do you think I’d show up after so long without a gift? I’m hurt.”
This was how the two had met each other. Indy had always been good at getting information and the mafia was always looking for more intel. “Come on through. We can talk in private. Barney, George, you should probably join us.”
She adjusted the diaper bag on her shoulder as she followed the trio into Tony’s office. He settled himself behind his desk, offering her a drink. She shook her head and gestured at the baby. “Someone will have to help me if you want it.” Tony quirked an eyebrow at her. “It’s in the carrier,” she exp;ained, “You’ll need to take her while I grab it.” George stepped forward to help her. He made quick work of the clips and lifted the baby into his arms. Ellie had started to fuss but calmed down once he started rubbing circles on her back.
Y/N looked so nervous having someone else caring for Ellie. It had just been them for so long. George laughed at the look on her face, “I’ve raised two children to adulthood. I can hold a baby for a few minutes.”
She nodded and removed the rest of the carrier. She opened the secret pocket she’d carved out and pulled the file. “Information on HYDRA’s Chicago operations. Now we are even.”
Barney stepped forward and snatched the file from her hands, “Indigo, we told you that job was too dangerous.” Y/N hid it well, but the eldest Barton brother was right. The job had been too dangerous and the consequences would last a lifetime. She smirked at him to hide the pain. He shook his head angrily. The file was opened and she couldn’t help but chew on her lip nervously as he flipped through the documents. Y/N took Ellie back from George and was scanning their faces as they took in the damning evidence she had collected. Eventually Tony turned back to look at her, “So, what now?”
“I get out.”
He stared at her, his eyes taking in all of the changes, “Does he know you’re here?” They all knew who he was talking about. She shook her head and looked down at Ellie who was now wide awake and looking up at her. Tony stepped forward, “Y/N...”
She held up her hand, “I left, Tony. My family is long gone. All I have is Ellie and she deserves a good life.”
“Where will you go now?” Y/N worried at her bottom lip. She didn’t have an answer for that question. Leaving Chicago in such a rush meant that long term plans were non-existent. “Stay at one of the apartments in the city while you decide.”
“Tony, don’t do this. You know I can’t refuse an offer like this.”
He grinned, “That’s exactly why I’m offering.”
Y/N groaned, “Why must you always get your way?”
“Because I’m charming.”
She glared at him as she bounced up and down, contemplating his offer. “I don’t have any baby things.”
“There’s been a few babies born recently. I’m sure they’ve got plenty of stuff.”
As they walked out of the office, a harsh voice spoke up, “Oh, you gotta be fucking with me!” Birdie stood in front of her, slack-jawed at the reappearance of her old friend and almost sister-in-law. Finally, she stepped forward and slapped Y/N, before walking towards the exit.
Steve moved to go after her, but Y/N held up her hand, “I’ve got this.” She walked out of the building and found her old friend leaning against the wall, “Please, let me explain.”
Birdie whirled around, “Explain? You’re about a year too late!”
“I’m sorry for how I left things,” Y/N tried to keep herself calm. She had known that leaving would have consequences but she hadn’t expected to be slapped.
“You know, I understand that you and Peter were having your problems. But, you didn’t just leave him. You left all of us.”
“I know and I hate that I was such a coward about it all.”
Birdie looked down at the ground, “You need to go.”
Y/N nodded, “You’re dad is putting me up. If you can stomach the idea of being in the same room with me, I’d love to see you before I go.” She considered it a small victory that Birdie didn’t just crumple the card in her fist and throw it back at her.
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emmastarz · a day ago
okay okay okay so i thought of this a while ago: reader and peter having had a small fight and reader locks the window, so peter comes by and tries to open it and sees it's locked, reader is just staring at him and they have a silent argument as he tries to get reader to unlock it
eventually reader does because i live for happy endings 😭
stfuu omg this is so cute boo <3 everyone appreciate my bestie's request
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stand off
peter parker x reader: a locked window, an exasperated peter parker and a not-having-any-of-it girlfriend only creates trouble
warnings: i don’t actually think there’s anything- go me :))
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“what i’m trying to say is-” 
“look, pete, if you don’t want to accept my view, then goodbye.” you say with finality as you stare at him from window. the top half of your body is leaning outside, and it looks like a ground-level romeo and juliet scene as peter stands a few feet away from you.
“y/n, you’re being so unreasonable.” peter huffs, raising his hands in the air exasperatedly for emphasis. it’s a windy night, and you’re certain you’re going to catch a cold if you spend any more minutes out here arguing with your boyfriend about some dumb assignment.
“do yourself a favour and leave, babe.” you say, just as you pull your window down shut, making sure to lock it. 
peter sighs grumpily as the cold breeze hits him, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches you retreat from your windowsill and flop onto your bed. your back is turned to him, and he tries yelling until he realises that he’s just wasting energy.
you, on the other hand, remain on your bed, boredom slowly slipping into you as you hear the sound of peter’s shouts diminish into silence. you’re immediately curious when you hear nothing, worried that he might actually have left. 
you turn back to your window, expecting to see nothing there except a few lone trees, when you catch sight of the familiar wisp of brown hair and peter struggling at something.
“what the-” you whisper in shock as you hear peter scraping or pulling at something. “peter? what are you doing?” you hiss, as peter’s eyes narrow in vivid determination. your eyes dart from him to the step in worried hysteria.
peter says something, which comes out muffled on your side, and you realise he’s trying to open your window, his eyes widening when he realises it’s been latched shut. 
“open the window!” you hear him say, although it comes out somewhat strangled on your side.
“no.” is your reply, which earns a loud and throaty groan from peter. “go home.” 
“i’m not going home.” 
“you came here and chose to argue, parker, so pay the damn price.” you retort, leaning towards the glass. peter’s eyes go heavenward as you say it, and you trudge back to your bed, this time facing him in an act of complete stubbornness.
for the next few minutes, you listen to your boyfriend say all sorts of things to you, ranging from “you’re wrong” to “i’m not going to compromise, y/n”. he must realise the situation is inevitable, because he falls silent, leaving you uncomfortable at the idea of being watched outside your window for who knows how long.
you may as well get to know for how long.
“do you plan to stay here all night?” you ask peter, eyebrows furrowed as you hope he won’t say “yes”, which will be good for both him and you.
your hopes are disregarded as peter replies. “i will stay here all night if i have to.”
“well, there’s no way you’re coming in.” you say firmly, crossing your arms for emphasis. peter scowls, and then runs a hand through his mass of curls. “unless you compromise and say i’m right.”
you’re met with a defiant frown in response, and you shrug as you sit onto your bed, contented that you hold the power right now.
you don’t know why he’s still out there, testing your patience when he’s going to be the one to leave, but you let him. it’s not like you have anything to do.
“look, y/n, it’s cold as anything, so what do i have to do?”
he looks awfully cute and cold out there, and you feel a little pity for him as he stands there. and so, you make your way over to your window, and unlock it with reluctance. peter’s eyes widen at the sudden act of potential compromise as a smirk blooms on your face. 
“say i’m right, and you can come in.” is your reply. short and sweet. more short than sweet, but peter gets the gist as he shakes his head. 
“you’re insufferable.” he grunts, and that just makes you smile even more.
“i’m also right. so say it.” 
“fine, y/n! you. are. right.”
it feels like a victory and you clap your hands as peter just frowns even more. you smile widely as you hold your end of the deal, pulling up the window proudly. peter climbs in almost instantly with a relieved sigh. “welcome to my humble abode.”
“very funny.” peter says with an unimpressed tone, and you laugh, quite amused and pleased with yourself.
“now that we know i’m right-”
“you know i was just saying that, right? to get inside?” peter says, stepping closer, a smirk forming on his face as a frown replaces yours. before you can react, however, peter’s lips drop onto yours in an attempt to shut you up, you’re sure. you pull away after a few seconds with a disapproving look.
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pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.
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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.
it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.
naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.
eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.
instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.
he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,
'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'
the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.
thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.
'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'
who's story? what was going on?
you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.
a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.
oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.
sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.
you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.
you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.
it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.
"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.
"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.
"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."
"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.
"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.
"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.
he did not react like you had expected him to.
his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.
"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.
at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.
"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.
"are you okay?" you asked again.
"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.
“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.
“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.
“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.
“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”
“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.
“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.
“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.
“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.
“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.
“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.
“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.
“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.
you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.
you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.
once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.
once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.
when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.
“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.
“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.
he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.
in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.
you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.
you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.
“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.
“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.
“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.
“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.
“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.
you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.
although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.
you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.
“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”
with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.
‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’
all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.
your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.
“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.
his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.
whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.
“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.
“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.
you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.
you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.
after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.
as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.
‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’
next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.
you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.
you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.
you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.
“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.
you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.
the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.
tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.
“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.
tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.
‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’
edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.
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loafiebunn · a day ago
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theemeraldjewel · a day ago
I have 311 and yet not one of you has sent me a request 🥺 please lord someone suggest something for me to write because my writers block is awful right now but I want to write something ANYTHING
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