#sam holland one shot

[jahayla-parker]

Can you do the permit for Sam hurt comfort of i'm fine staying here with you, we can watch your favorite tv shows, cook a meal together, cuddles. we don't have to go anywhere from that one list

Soup and Sleepovers: Sam Holland x Reader

Summary: reader is stressed so her boyfriend Sam takes over to help her feel better

Warnings: none it’s pure fluff

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Y/n groans upon hearing a knock at her door.

She puts down her makeup sponge and walks towards the sound.

She looks through the slat to see who it was, a small smile forms upon seeing her boyfriend Sam on her steps.

He’s early.

They had a date planned but she could’ve sworn she still had an hour to get ready.

“‘Ello love” Sam smiles as soon as y/n opens the door.

“Sam hi” y/n says softly, realizing she only has a small amount of makeup on.

“Did I get the time wrong or are you early?” She asks kindly, opening the door to let him in.

Sam rubs his neck, “no. I ummm… this will probably sound weird but… I was getting the sense from our texts that something might be bothering you”.

Y/n blushes and smiles sweetly at him in appreciation.

“That’s not weird Sam, that’s really sweet” she assures him.

Sam’s face reddens beneath his freckles, “okay, g-good. Was I right?”

Sighing, y/n debates whether or not to tell him she’s not really up to going out tonight.

“You can tell me anything y/n/n” Sam says.

“It’s just… I’ve been having a lot of stress at work and it’s kicking my butt” y/n laughs, “I’m just tired is all. I promise I do want to spend time with you Sam”.

Sam smiles sympathetically and nods, walking over to her.

“I’m fine staying here with you, we can watch your favorite tv shows, cook a meal together, cuddle. We don’t have to go out” Sam suggests, casually wrapping his arms around her mid to low back loosely.

Y/n grins up at him, “really? You wouldn’t mind the change in plans?”

Sam shakes his head, looking down into her eyes, “not in the slightest love. I don’t care what it is we’re doing, besides a night in sounds nice”.

Y/n bites her lower lip and nods, a big smile on her face.

“Ace. Why don’t you get into some comfortable clothes and if you’re okay with it, take your makeup off in case you fall asleep. I’ll get dinner started?” Sam offers, one hand moving from her back to her forehead as he brushes some loose hair out of her eyes.

“Oh no! You don’t need to cook, you’ve been working all day!” Y/n shakes her head.

“I’m helping you, and that's final. I’m not taking no for an answer. Now, where's your kitchen?“

“Thanks Sam” she smiles, standing on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek before lowering herself and pointing towards the flat’s kitchen.

Sam blushes as she slips out of his arms to go change.

Smiling to himself, he walks to her kitchen to see what she has available for dinner.

As Sam has begun his prep, y/n slips back into the room nervously.

She and Sam had been dating for a few months now and while they’d certainly had moments where they were intimate or where anxieties or self esteem issues could arise, this felt different.

Sam had yet to see her without any makeup on and she wasn’t sure what would happen.

Upon hearing her footsteps behind him as he was mixing something on the stove, he whips around and gives her a smile, “come here love, taste this and tell me what you think!"

Y/n giggles at his excitement but does as he asks, letting him slip the spoon onto her tongue.

She gives him an approving smile which makes him blush as he turns back to the pot.

Her fears forgotten, she asks “can I help with anything?”

“Do you want to cut some onions please?” Sam asks, pointing towards the cutting board and knife he set out next to some of the ingredients he found.

“Sure!” Y/n cheers, making her way to his preparation area.

“So, love. What’s been on your mind?” Sam asks her as he grabs some seasoning from the spice cupboard he located moments ago.

“My boss has been awful” y/n groans, removing the outer part of the onion.

“Isn’t she always?” Sam teases, a smirk on his lips.

“Mmhmm true” y/n agrees, starting to cut the onion.

“More so than lately though?” Sam questions, hoping she’ll continue.

“Yeah, she tells me to do something a certain way. I do it as she says, and yet she says it’s not done the way she wants it” y/n grumbles, her eyes starting to water from the onion’s aroma

“Like the report weeks ago where you printed her instructions and did it step by step but she claimed you didn’t?” Sam frowns, wishing there was a way he could help.

“Yeah, and today she said she may” y/n sniffles, trying to not cry from the onion.

"Woah my dear, no tears in my kitchen, thank you!" Sam jokes, lowering the temperature on the stove so he can go to her without burning the soup he was making.

“It’s not your kitchen” she smirks, blinking to get the tears to stop.

Sam holds her waist, letting her lean back against his chest away from the onion’s aroma.

“It’s just the stupid onions. Why do they have to do this?” Y/n laughs, pointing towards her eyes.

Sam chuckles, "here, let me chop the onions, okay? You can do the peppers and beef; just be sure to do them on separate boards, yeah?"

“Deal” she smiles, washing her hands so she can wipe her eyes.

“So what was it she was saying she’d do?” Sam redirects, picking up where y/n left off.

“Oh right. She was saying if it keeps happening I could get probation” y/n sighs, angrily cutting into the peppers.

“Probation?! Seriously?” Sam asks in surprise, “what would be involved in that?”

“Pay cut, less hours, and possible demotion or firing if it still continues” y/n pouts, “I just feel like a failure”.

“Hey, look at me love” Sam states, moving closer to her.

“You’re not a failure. Your boss is very toxic and you’ve been handling it as best as you can. I’ve seen the work you’ve done and it is impressive and your coworkers seem to agree, yeah?” He asks, kissing her cheek as he pretends he moved closer to stir the pot instead of just for her comfort.

“Thank you Sam. And that’s a good point. Nate said the last project was really good and he’s her boss so” y/n smirks.

“Exactly! She’s just micromanaging and doing this for the sake of feeling powerful” Sam says, sliding the chopped onions into the soup.

“I don’t want to get probation though” y/n sighs, “but I don’t see a way to ensure I don’t. Nothing I do is right”.

“Mm, well, why don’t you start looking for a better job opportunity elsewhere?” Sam suggests, squinting his eyes as he realizes maybe she just wanted to vent not get advice.

“I could but I don’t even know where to start. This is covering my visa so I can still live here. I’d have to find another place willing to sponsor me and it was hard to get this one” she admits, the knife in her hand nearly missing her fingers as it has the last several times.

However, this time Sam notices.

"Woah, woah, woah... try chopping like this” he corrects, his hands over hers as he stands behind her and guides her hand on how to chop it safety.

“There, that's it. You won't chop off your hand this way” Sam says slightly teasing but it’s enough to make her laugh as he kisses her cheek.

“Now, as far as this job hunt goes… if you want, tomorrow night I can help look into it with you” he offers, stirring the soup.

“Oh thank you but I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry” y/n promises, passing him the peppers.

“You’re not a burden. Not in the slightest. I’d love to help” Sam smiles, adding the peppers before her turns to look her in the eyes.

Y/n bites her lip and nods, “okay, if you’re sure. Then yes, I’d love that”.

Sam grins and cups her cheek in his hand, “good, besides, I can’t have you getting kicked out of the country”.

Y/n laughs and blushes as she smacks his chest faintly in a joking manner.

Sam pulls her closer, his beaming smile not leaving his face as his eyes trace over her every feature.

“Sam?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Sam hums in response, still making a mental photograph of the beautiful woman in front of him.

“Why.. why are you staring at me like that?” she whispers shyly.

“Because you’re incredibly gorgeous” he says easily, his thumb tracing over her cheek bone.

Y/N’s eyes widen as her face flushes, “Saamm, what are you talking about? I don’t even have my makeup on you div”.

“So?” He asks instantly, not understanding what she’s talking about as he keeps taking her in.

“So.. I.. uh, I don’t know. I just… most people don’t see me without it” she admits, watching as his eyes widen and flicker to her’s.

“What? Why not?” He asks her as if there’s not a simple explanation.

She shrugs and gives him a sympathetic smile before trying to turn back to the dinner prep.

“No, hey, love” Sam says, gently spinning her back to him.

“I know me telling you won’t necessarily change it, that’s fine. But I do need to ensure you know that I think you’re inexplicably beautiful, makeup or not” he admits, his cheeks and tips of his ears growing pink.

Y/n grins widely at him and gives him a soft kiss before thanking him.

“What did you want done with the meat?” She asks, lowering herself down to the soles of her feet.

"Oh, this is the fun part! Take that tenderizer, and beat the absolute crap out of those pieces” Sam smiles, his hand pointing towards the mallet on the counter.

“I get to hit it?” She laughs.

“Mmhmm, figured it might help get some frustration out, plus it’ll make the soup much easier if the meat is more tender” he explains, a small smirk on his lips as he watches her get excited.

Sam stirs the soup occasionally as he watches her tenderize the meat, trying not to flinch when he sees she nearly hits her other hand.

He smiles to himself as he watches her shoulders release some built up tension.

“Did that help?” He asks as he cooks the meat.

“Yep! Thank you” she says, her arms around his waist as he cooks.

“I could get used to this” Sam whispers blissfully.

“Me too” she responds, causing Sam to blush madly as he hadn’t realized he said it out loud.

“Alright, so you keep stirring this for a moment, I’ll be right back” Sam says, handing her the spoon as he walks back to the living room.

Y/n mindlessly stirs the soup, desperately wanting to try a spoonful of it.

A few moments later, Sam returns, getting bowls and spoons out for them.

“Everything is set up in the living room” he says, pleased with himself for being able to notice the blanket ladder she had in the corner which helped him also see the extra pillows he’d used in his set up.

After dishing up, they walk side by side out to her living room and she pauses.

“Aaaww thank you” she smiles, noticing he set up a cute arrangement of fluffy blankets and pillows on the couch for them as well as some snacks and drinks he must’ve slipped into the kitchen to get.

Y/n wonders silently how she didn’t hear him coming back in but then recalls how hard she was restraining herself from sipping on the soup.

Rosy faced Sam smiles and helps her get comfortable on the couch before passing her bowl back to her and joining her.

Y/n snuggles into his side and he lifts his arm so she can get closer to him.

“Let me know what you think” Sam says, nodding to the bowl in her hands.

He watches nervously as she takes a spoonful of the soup.

"Sam, I swear, you're one of those kitchen gods who can make ice cubes taste fantastic!” She compliments, making Sam laugh as his face reddens even more.

———

By the time the fourth consecutive episode of y/f/s has ended, y/n is gazing up at Sam, his arms around her as she lays on his lap.

“You’re not watching the show” Sam teases, poking her nose.

"I know. You have a million freckles and I want to count them all" she admits, her eyes flickering between each dot on his face.

Sam hides his face in his hands as a dorky grin takes over his lips.

“Stop, you messed me up” y/n whines, pulling his hands down, “now I have to start all over”.

———

Sam quietly returns from the restroom to see y/n laying in their spot with nearly closed eyes.

He lifts the blanket from next to their spot and drapes it over her body, causing her to look up lovingly at him.

Y/n pats the couch under her head silently making Sam stifle a chuckle as he obliges.

———

“You know you have really pretty eyes?” She blurts randomly as Sam plays with her hair.

Finding himself in yet another situation where his face as red as a tomato, he kisses her forehead and thanks her.

———

“I’m not sure love” Sam smiles as she asks him another random question.

This is by far not the first random question or statement on her behalf as she gets more tired.

It took him awhile to notice what was happening but he realized that the more tired y/n became, the more silly, random, thoughtful, honest, and cuddly she became.

“Am I bugging you?” She asks, playing with his curls.

Sam laughs and shakes his head, “not at all lovely”.

“Are you sure?” She asks, sitting up a little.

“Because my mom said I can get really annoying when I’m tired” she laughs softly.

Shaking his head again, he gently guides her back to laying her head down to rest, “I think you're unbelievable cute when you're tired”.

———

By roughly the 6th episode, Sam’s whole focus is on her relaxed form as he tries to gauge if she’s sleeping.

The sudden sound from the tv startles her awake even though he’d turned it down some already.

“Shhh babe, close your eyes” he whispers, rubbing her arm.

Y/n doesn’t fight and nods once before her eyelids close.

Once he feels she’s finally asleep, he smiles and kisses her forehead.

After a few moments of just staying in that position he decides it’s best to get her to her bed where she can rest more comfortably.

Sam cautiously slides out from under her head, softly lowering her head onto the couch cushion.

He then slowly walks to where he thinks her room is so he can ensure a clear path before carrying her.

Upon confirming which door lead to her bedroom, he timidly approaches her and slowly raises her from the couch.

Her head flops onto his chest once he has her in his arms.

He bites his lip to not laugh as he smiles at her precious face.

“It’s time for bed love” he whispers even though he knows she cannot hear him.

While she tossed and turned a bit during the trip to her room, she hadn’t opened her eyes or said anything yet.

Sam lowers her into the bed and pulls the covers over her to tuck her in.

Once he’s done, he grins proudly at the soft smile on her lips as she adjusts her position slightly.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better my dear. Get some rest” he whispers, kissing the top of her head.

Just before he closes her bedroom door, he hears her shuffle.

“Sam? Can you stay tonight?” she asks, still groggy from her slumber.

He smiles and nods, “I will”.

“I’ll be on the couch if you need anything, just call for me. ” he informs her, knowing she isn’t clear headed enough to decide if she wants him in the same bed tonight.

Even though nothing would happen, he didn’t want to have her making that decision when she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She nods lazily and he begins to close the door upon seeing her leaning back.

“Now sleep my love” he finishes, quietly shutting the door just enough to not let any light in but leaving it cracked should she need him.

He makes his way to the couch and gets under the blankets.

He texts his mates letting him know he will be gone for the night.

Smiling over at her bedroom door one last time, he begins to close his eyes.

He knows he’ll be able to rest easy tonight now that she’s feeling better about her stressful situation.

———

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[maple-the-awesome]

It's Over? ||

Pairing: (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3,728

Overview: (Loosely based on this) After overhearing your conversation on the phone, Peter begins to worry about the status of your relationship and a miscommunication over text only makes matters worse.

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Peter Parker's such a terrible boyfriend.

...Okay, so maybe you've never said that to his face, but he's convinced it's true and he's also certain you agree. He's been a massive idiot lately which is a realization that makes him sick with worry and rotten with guilt.

Peter feels no hesitation with his feelings towards you and has always put effort into proving it: he gets you hand picked flowers collected during his patrols, writes loving messages for you with webs outside your window, and even texts you pictures of sunsets from the best views in New York, wishing you could be there in person with him because he absolutely treasures you, counting himself lucky every single day solely because of the fact that he can call himself your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he fears that the title might change here soon because no matter how boundless his love is for you, he's done a real shitty job of showing it - at least in the ways that really count the most.

Originally, Peter didn't notice the flaws to your relationship and even when he did, he foolishly brushed them off. Once your smile began to fade little by little each time he returned home wounded, he reminded you that you don't need to stay up waiting for him every night and can go to sleep earlier if you're just going to be tired and annoyed with him when he gets home. He didn't mean to word it so harshly. He was worn out himself and didn't take the time to consider that you wait all night because you're worried about him.

Your complaints about him returning from work without getting any groceries would simply be met with new promises to do so after patrol. If there was no food in the fridge for dinner, then he suggested ordering take out. As a man who could easily survive months on Top Ramen alone, he didn't think you'd mind Chinese food two days in a row.

Even when you'd beg him to stay home for a date night because you haven't had one in weeks, he'd push you away, insisting he needs to protect New York without once stopping to wonder how his priorities might translate in your mind: 'I need to protect a city of strangers as I do every single night, so no, I can't spare a few hours for my girlfriend'.

Throughout every sigh to part your lips, Peter turned a blind eye to it all. Sure, the two of you argue, but all couples do, right? He still loves you and you love him, it's just...a little rough dating a superhero is all, however you'll both get through it together, he was so sure - and that's the key word: Peter 'was' sure, but after your fight today and the self-reflection he's done since, he's not too confident anymore.

It seemed so minuscule this morning. He was eating a bowl of cereal when he heard you huff from the other room. Upon investigating, he found you holding a red and blue shirt in hand, frustration written all over your face. It was your favorite shirt and it definitely wasn't supposed to be that color. Of course, the reason for its unplanned dye job wasn't difficult to guess.

Peter apologized while explaining he was really tired the night before and must've thrown his suit into the wash without checking the other items first; an "honest mistake" he called it with a shrug. Once again, you huffed, throwing the shirt back into the hamper in clear defeat which only made him press further about your suddenly foul mood. From there, the situation only escalated into raised voices ending in you slamming the door directly in his face when he tried to follow you into the bedroom.

Looking back on it now, Peter realizes his apology came off as halfhearted as he merely continued to stuff another spoonful of cereal in his mouth in between sentences and he probably should've stayed at that locked door to give you a proper apology, yet regrettable that's not how it played out. Instead, he purposely sighed as loudly as he could, asking why you "act so bitchy anymore" before stomping off...Not the greatest way to resolve an argument.

Unfortunately, Peter can't say that was the first fight he's merely walked away from with you. You would think Spiderman would know better, but alas, he's an idiot. In his own immature mind, he didn't see anything wrong or unhealthy with this strategy of simply dropping 'unfavorable conversations', after all, it seemed he had a fifty-fifty chance of you either getting angrier or never bringing the topic up again, the latter of which has been occurring more frequently lately. It wasn't until this morning that he realized just because you don't bring it up again, doesn't mean it isn't still hurting you.

When Peter went back up to the bedroom door, prepared to tell you he'd be leaving for work soon, he heart shattered upon hearing your silent sobs from inside. You were crying because of him. Your tears have always been his weakness, but it was in that moment that he learned there's something else that can deal even more damage to his sorrow and that's the broken words you sniffled to presumably MJ on the phone:

"I-I just can't do this anymore! It doesn't matter what I do! I've tried to not be clingy. I've tried to give him space and let him do his thing, but he never comes back to me! I don't even remember the last time we've gone on a date. It's always New York this, Daily Bugle that. Hell, he volunteered to work a few extra hours the other day yet can't be bothered to stay home just to eat dinner at the table with me! It's like I'm last to everything else in his life even when I put him first in mine!"

The thought of your relationship ending turns Peter's nerves to mush. How could he be so stupid? So ignorant? Such an asshole when he has the perfect girlfriend who has kept putting up with his bullshit for all this time? You don't ask for much in return; you never have. You ask him to help with small chores in your shared apartment. You request that he texts you regularly throughout the night not because you need attention, but because you need to know he's safe. You want date nights every once in a blue moon because he's your boyfriend, goddammit! What's the point of saying you're dating if he feels more like a lazy roommate than an equal lover?

You're slipping right through his fingers and he has no one to blame except himself. He knows that now and he's been spending the entire day thinking about it along with some way to apologize properly.

Part of him wishes he would've just pulled himself together and done something right then, bursting into the room with the promise that he can change - that he will change. Hell, he'd burn his suit in front of you if it means you'll give him another chance - if you'll believe for a second that the relationship is worth saving...But alas, he couldn't bring himself to interrupted your call, feeling it would only betray your trust if you knew he had been listening to a private conversation.

Instead, Peter sat like a statue on the couch, waiting not so patiently for you to leave the room on your own accord. When you did, he leaped up only for you to walk directly past him while sternly reminding him you have work. Of course you had work and, no matter how far he followed you through the apartment, begging you to listen to him for even just a minute, you wouldn't so much as glance his way...The karma he deserves.

While you may not have given him any time to explain himself this morning, hope is not completely lost. Shortly after your departure, Peter came to the realization that his nerves will last all day if he doesn't do something about your earlier argument, thus he decided to text you:

Your final text hadn't come until ten minutes after his, but at least he has a chance to plead his case which he doesn't plan on letting go to waste. He's practiced his apology about a hundred times each hour, engraving the thought-out speech in the deepest corners of his mind despite none of it sounding quite right. Of course none of it sounds right! You sounded so convinced on your phone call - like your mind is already made up on ending the relationship. What if you can't be swayed? What if you don't love him anymore? It did take you ten minutes to text those words back. Maybe you weren't even wanting to say them to spare you both the extra pain at noon.

It may seem hopeless, as Peter worries, however he refuses to give up. Too tense at home, he took to swinging around New York while sometimes reciting his speech aloud. He's tried his best to predict any possible response you may have so that a counter argument can be prepared. He wants to show you that he means this - that he's confident in his ability to fix your crumbling relationship. He's even picked up a nice bouquet of flowers at the corner store, ignoring the weird looks the florists gave as Spiderman dropped from the sky just to nervously request the best flowers to avoid a break up.

Needless to say, Peter's heart nearly jumps out of his chest when his phone alarm finally rings at noon. By this time, he's already sitting on the rooftop of your workplace, waiting nervously for your call while reviewing everything he's prepared in the meantime.

Bad boyfriend or not, Peter still knows you. He knows you find the break room too crowded, so you prefer to grab your lunch and take it back to your desk to eat. That's when you'll likely call him. The plan is then for him to pour his heart out into his speech before hanging upside down outside your office window with the flowers. Sappy, yes, but it's the best a desperate wreck like Peter Parker can think of!

His focus is glued to his phone screen while waiting, only shattered by the sound of sirens nearby. Lifting his head, Peter's heart drops at the sight of several cop cars racing down the street to a location he's learned all too well throughout his time as Spiderman: the damn bank. Of course, someone has to rob the bank now! Crime has been quiet all day, but the one time Peter needs it to be so, it decides to be blaring loud instead!

He curses under his breath when standing only for his ringer to be the new sound in his ears. You're calling now! You're calling and there's a bank robbery a few blocks down! Why does the universe hate Peter like this?

"Hello -"

"- Hey, (Y/n)...Sweetheart - Listen, I'm, um," he bites his lip, watching a few more cop cars zoom by in the company of a firetruck," I am so sorry, but I'm gonna have to call you back, okay? There's a robbery at the bank and I -...I promise I'm going to call you back before your break is over. I promise."

You don't respond too quickly much to Peter's concern - as if you already know to start weighing the worth of his promises. When you finally sigh, you sound just as tired as this morning, "...Sure, alright. Just...be safe, Peter, okay?"

"I know, I will be! I promise I'm going to call you right back so just hold tight!" Swinging into the air, Peter holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder, soon removing it with his hand but pausing to say before hanging up: "Have a good lunch, I love you!"

"...I love you, too..." Another delayed response, one Peter barely hears before pressing the little red button on the bottom of his screen.

He's dealt with lots of bank robberies before. He can make this quick. Swing in, keep the sass to a minimum, web up the badies, save the hostages, and return your call with plenty of time remaining for your break. It'll definitely work out that way, no sweat!

It didn't work out that way...No, of course it didn't, this is the life of Peter Parker; a man the universe just seems to hate most of the time. Forty two minutes; that's how long it took to deal with the whole fiasco at the bank. The robbers were armed with homemade weapons each packing a punch which are already annoying to deal with on their own, but sided with the worry of hostages and his already stressful day, the fight wasn't as easy as Spiderman had planned.

Nevertheless, no matter what the universe decides to throw his way, he has gotten good at recovering. Yet again, the bad guys were defeated and left webbed up for the police, however Spiderman had no time to deliver a clever pun before his exit. Instead, he disappears the second the threat is gone, his phone already in hand as he prepares to face another:

"Shit, shit, shit!" Peter curses, pacing across the rooftop he lands on while frantically texting you back:

Swinging a bit further, Peter begins his way towards your work with his phone balanced against his ear. He mumbles desperate pleas under his breath as he listens to the seemingly endless ringing before, to his relief, your voice finally picks up on the other side:

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank god! I didn't mean it's over as in 'I'm over with you and our relationship', but over as in 'I got the robbers'. I'd never break up with you especially over text, I swear - Listen, I really need to talk to you, but in person. Are you still at work?"

"Whatever it is, can't you just tell me now? I have that meeting in like ten minutes."

"No, I need to tell you in person. I need - I have to make sure that we're okay...I want us to be okay..." He's nearly in tears which is obvious to you by the sound of his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I really don't want you to break up with me. I know I've been a terrible boyfriend lately and I know I've made you feel like shit so I probably deserve to be dumped, but I swear I never meant to and I want to fix everything - I will fix everything, I swear! You're the most important person in my life - okay, maybe second to May because she's my aunt, but compared to everyone else! I love you more than Spiderman or the Daily Bugle or - or even those super good sandwiches at the corner deli!"

"Peter -"

"- My point is I can do so much better! I'll start doing all the chores, I'll take more days off from the Daily Bugle and I'll even stop being Spiderman if it means you'll be happy with me, I promise! Just please give me one more chance -!"

"- Peter, hold on!" He instantly shuts his mouth under the strictness in your voice. You hesitate on the other end before a sigh can be heard, "...How quickly can you be here?"

"Give me two minutes tops!"

"...Alright. Meet me on the rooftop - and don't be late. My manager's already an asshole as it is, so I can't be late to this meeting."

The sound of Peter landing on the roof causes you to turn around, yet you have no time to say anything before he's running towards you with his mask already crinkled in his hand as well as a few measly roses with broken stems in the other, "(Y/n), I’m sorry. I promise I’m sorry.”

“Peter, your face…” Perhaps it’s just instincts and routine at this point, but the first thing you notice is the nasty bruise already forming under his eye, not that he’s the slightest bit concerned about that, in fact he doesn’t even acknowledge your comment.

“Please give me another chance. I’ll fix everything!” When Peter officially reaches your side, he moves to hug you - desperately wanting to do so, however he stops himself with his hands on your arms, having no more confidence to push his luck. You could shove him away at any moment, after all, “Like I said, I’ll do the chores, I’ll go on as many dates as you want, and I’ll stop being Spiderman even -”

“- You wouldn’t stop being Spiderman. You’d never stop being Spiderman,” contrary to his expectations, rather than being angry, you run a hand through his hair, your voice a soft whisper, “You love being Spiderman too much, Peter.”

He bites his lip and bows his head in shame. You’re right. He doesn’t want to stop being Spiderman, but…

“...But I love you more…”

“...Peter,” your heart swoons. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you tilt your head to get a good look at him, “I know you love me and I love you, too. That’s why I could never ask you to give up something as important to you as Spiderman.”

“I thought…” He trails off.

“You thought what?”

He glances at you quickly before directing his eyes away, “...I thought you were mad at me because of Spiderman? Because I spend too much time working - that’s why you want to break up with me, right?”

You blink in surprise, “Huh? Why would you think I want to break up with you?”

“I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone,” now it’s your turn to look away in shame, “You said you couldn’t do this anymore…That you were pretty much fed up with me which you have every right to be. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately -”

“- You’re not a terrible boyfriend -”

“- I am, though!” Peter cries, “It’s like you said! I leave you second to everything else - I don’t mean to, but I made you feel like you’re not as important to me when you really are. You’ve always been important to me, yet I’ve been ignoring your feelings and I pushed you to the ledge -”

“- Peter Parker,” you move your hands to his cheeks, moving him gently to look at you as you speak quietly yet sternly, “...You’re right. You haven’t been the most ‘attentive’ lately and yes, it really hurts to be tossed aside compared to everything else. I know deep down that you don’t mean it and I know you love me. I love you too - sooo much which is why I really don’t want to break up…It’s just…Something needs to change.

“That call you heard - I was only ranting if anything because honestly, I haven’t felt like I’ve had anyone to talk to lately,” you squeeze your eyes shut, blinking back the tears, “I’ve been so worn out with it all. Work’s been crazy lately with my manager constantly up my ass for reports and then when I go home wanting nothing more than to spend time with the one person who makes all that stress go away, you aren’t there. I’ve…I can’t keep that up.

“...What’s important right now is that we both realize that. I don’t want you to give up being Spiderman, but you could take a night off once in a while, right? There’s like a zillion superheroes in this city, after all. Make the Avengers handle it or - I don’t know, that devil dude. Take a break not just for my sake, but yours, too” you let your hands fall down to Peter’s, holding onto them with a sigh, “...You’re not the only one who needs to change, though. This is partly my fault, too -”

“- It isn’t your fault. Why would it be your fault?” Peter interrupts with concern, yet you shake your head.

“I should’ve communicated to you that I was upset. I should’ve made sure you actually understood how I was feeling instead of just assuming or expecting it. Clearly, you care about us as much as I do and you want to make fixes now that you’re aware of the problems. If I just would’ve said something sooner, it wouldn’t have had to get to this point. It isn’t fair for either of us to suffer without the other’s knowledge nor is it healthy. We shouldn’t have to get pushed to the ledge or worry about a break up before ever once sitting down to actually talk about our concerns like grown ups…That’s what we’re supposed to be now, right?”

“I think so, although it’s not that easy, is it?” Peter mumbles then throws his head back dramatically with a groan, “Ah, May and Ben made it look sooo easy!’

You chuckle, resting your forehead against him, “I’m sure they had moments like this…We just have to learn, is all.”

For what feels like the first time today, Peter smiles and breathes his relief, “How about this: I’ll promise to start spending more time with you and doing more chores around the apartment if you promise to start telling me when you’re upset. Even if it’s something that seems totally stupid, okay? I won’t walk away anymore. I’ll sit and listen and if I don’t, you have my permission to call May on me.”

“It’s a promise,” you press your smile against his for what you intend to be a quick peck, however his arms finally wrap around your waist, pulling you closer into a longer kiss he’s been dying for all day.

“I love you,” he whispers once pulling away.

“I love you, too,” and there’s no hesitation or delay to your response this time.

#spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman #the amazing spider man #x reader #reader insert #peter parker x reader #peter+parker+x+reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #mcu spiderman #sam raimi #marvel x reader #marvel one shot

[emmy2026]

Finally

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 0.9k

Summary: after years of struggling with infertility, you find out you’re pregnant

Triggers: talk of vomit, I think that’s it, if you find any more let me know

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You were staying at Toms parents house for a few days, Tom was out with his brothers playing golf. So, it was just you, Nikki, and Dom.

You had woke up feeling sick and ended up throwing up a couple times. You had to convince Tom to even leave. After Nikki promising Tom that she would take care of you, Tom had left and promised to be back in a few hours. After beginning to feel better, you and Nikki were making some lunch when Nikki spoke.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test in the past few weeks?” she asked. You stopped cutting the carrots and looked over at her.

“No, why?” you asked, and went back to chopping the vegetables.

“You were sick this morning, and when I was making dinner last night, you said that the mac and cheese was making you sick. You normally love mac and cheese.” You had been feeling different the past few days, but you didn’t want to think it was anything.

“I don’t know.” you whispered loud enough for Nikki to hear. She stopped what she was doing at looked at you.

“You don’t know what?” she asked. You set the knife down and looked back at her.

“I don't know if I can take another one, I mean it’s been almost 2 years since we started trying and every time I see one line,” you felt a lump in your throat, and Nikki pulled me you a hug. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Oh, honey. I’m not going to force you to take one, but I think you should. And if you want me to, I can be there.” we pulled out of the hug and you nodded.

“I’ll run to the store and buy a few after lunch.”

***

You were nervous, you had just taken the test and were pacing up and down the hallway. Nikki was sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub and was surprisingly calm. You had to wait 5 minutes to look at the test and get the results. You had heard that moving the test to much could throw off the result so you placed it flat on the counter and put the box over the screen.

Your hands kept finding their way down to your stomach, something felt different this time. You couldn’t explain it.

A few moments later, the door to Dom’s office opened and he stepped out. His face was bunched up in confusion. He looked into the bathroom and was consumed with more confusion.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. You nodded your head kept biting your fingernails. Dom looked back at his wife, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything from you. He looked over at the counter and saw the boxes of pregnancy tests and his face softened. Suddenly, the timer went off on your phone and you walked back into the bathroom. Now Nikki and Dom were both sitting on the edge of the bathtub while you moved the box off the test and picked it up. Once you saw, the air left your lungs, your eyes filled with tears. You had decided to get a digital test, one the says pregnant or not pregnant.

PREGNANT

Nikki got off the tub and grabbed the test from your hands. She gasped and smiled at you, you felt a tear run down your face, so overcome with emotions. You were pulled into a hug by Nikki and you sobbed into her shoulder. It was finally happened, you’re pregnant, you and Tom are going to have a baby. Nikki and Dom gave you their congratulations and you couldn’t stop smiling. The only left was to tell Tom, you knew you couldn’t keep this from him.

“How are you going to tell Tom?” Dom asked.

“I don’t know.” Your fingers went down to play with your wedding ring.

The front door downstairs opened and you heard the laughter of your husband and his brothers. It warmed your heart to see them all together. You took the test and put it into the pocket of your jeans. Dom and Nikki left the bathroom to let you clean yourself up a little bit, since there were tear tracks down your face.

Once you looked better, you made your way downstairs and joined everyone in the kitchen. Tom looked at you and got up from where he was seated at the island. His hands were placed on your face and he looked concerned.

“You alright, love?” he asked. You nodded and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You weren’t feeling good this morning, and you look like you were crying.”

“I’m okay, promise. I, uh, I actually have a surprise for you.” Tom took his hands off your face and you pulled the test out of your pocket. You handed it to him and his eyes widened.

“Are you?” he asked, you nodded and a smile appeared on his face. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around slightly. He set you down and kept hugging you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

#tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #harry holland #paddy holland #sam holland #tom holland #first post

[heytherejulia]

Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field. 

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit. 

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’ 

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’ 

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’ 

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.   

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’ 

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’ 

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’ 

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’ 

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’ 

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’ 

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards. 

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’ 

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends. 

***

‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’ 

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well. 

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’ 

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’ 

‘You hired this idiot.’ 

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’ 

‘Spider-man!’ 

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’ 

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’ 

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could. 

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure. 

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy. 

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park. 

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench. 

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys. 

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes. 

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’ 

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight. 

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior. 

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’ 

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’ 

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’ 

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

#tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield fluff #sam holland x reader #harry holland fluff #harry holland smut #harry holland imagine #harry holland x reader #harry holland angst #harry holland fic #harry holland blurb #harry holland one shot #harry holland x y/n

[buck-nialled]

Take One - H. Holland Blurb

NOTE: this is my first harry imagine, hope you like it! also harry works at a photography company in this imagine and is currently suffering baby fever mkay cool glad we’re on the same page

WARNINGS: eludes to smut at the end but other than that, none.

SUMMARY: husband!harry photographs newborns and contracts baby fever. fortunatley, you’re no better.

“Angel!” Harry’s jubilant voice follows the unmistakable sound of your front door creaking open. You giggle to yourself as you continue folding the steaming clothes, still fresh from the dryer.

“In the bedroom!” You call out, already anticipating the feeling of his arms belting around your waist, and the familiar lens of his camera poking your back. While uncomfortable the first few times he forgot to remove his strapped camera from around his neck, the protuberance has grown on you.

“I just can’t help it.” You recall him mumbling on more than one occasion. “I get too excited to see you.”

This golden hour in your shared flat was no different. As soon as his heavy footsteps picked up on the house stairs, as did your heartbeat. The arms squeezed your waist next, then the camera nestled gently into your back, his unruly hair tickled your neck and–

You shivered at the newest addition–the cool exterior of his wedding band against your bare skin as his hands gilded beneath an old tee shirt you stole from the pile of clothes currently being folded.

“Today was so fun,” he never asked if you wanted to hear about his day because you always did. No matter if it was good or bad, his job always left him learning something new and coming straight home after to share it with you. Despite you being clueless about what EV compensation is or a stranger to white balance, you smiled and nodded anyway because his happiness was just that contagious. The tells that he’s suffered a phenomenal 9-5 were always there, too. He would bury his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder and plant a multitude of kisses there, while one of his hands glided to lock fingers with yours and squeeze it. And as a treat to himself–and you, as you will be listening to him jabber about his day in detail for the next hour–he always makes the same proposal.

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

“Good day?” You query, topping the stack of folded clothes with a final sweatshirt before spinning to face him. He was practically glowing as he bounced on his toes–still clad in loafers with an unstoppable grin.

“Great day!” He corrects and reaches for his camera to bring up his most recent shots. We had these newborns come in today for their first photos.” You awe silently as he scrolls through some of the raw footage taken. Your eyes flickered from his work, back up to him. It seemed that with each colorful bow or animal onesie that flew past his eyes, his smile grew bigger.

“They were so cute!” He cooed, stopping at one in particular. The newborn child in the photo was presenting a sour face towards the lens. “This one reminds me of you.”

You yearn to argue, there is no denying the similarities. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, Harry was keen on taking as many candids of you walking around your house, playing with Tessa, following your skincare routine, and several other mundane activities. The face the child is making in the photo is one, you too, have shown him on occasion. You simply laugh at the photo and elbow him in the side for the cheeky comment.

“In all seriousness, though. It got me thinking.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…” A gasp leaves you as you rest the palm of your hand on your chest.

“After they left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what you’d actually…look like.”  

“As a baby? Because my mother has three albums worth of photos. And you’ve seen nearly all of them.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, curls flopping around before he brings his fingers through them. “What I mean to say is…I wonder what your baby–our baby will look like.” He breathes out, not daring to meet your eyes. He is bouncing on his heels yet again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his camera.

“Oh,” you hum. A few seconds of silence pass between you two, neither knowing what to say.

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

“Huh?” His whiskey eyes travel upward to meet yours, a bit of curiosity lingering in them.”

“You said, baby. You only want to have one?” You inch closer to him, hands silently snaking up his back to reach the clip to his camera. When it becomes unclasped, you gently set the piece on the edge of the bed.

“Well, actually I’ve always felt good about two.”

“Of course.” You nod understandingly. “You are a twin, after all.”

“Right.” He chuckles, before getting choked up as you take him by the back of his neck and draw his body closer to yours.

“That’s also double the chance one of them will get your freckles.” You whisper as your noses caress one another.

“Or your laugh.” He mimics your hushed tone. 

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you want to stop guessing, and try to find out?” Upon your recommendation, he begins walking forward until your legs meet the back of the bed and cause you to dip down, with his hand stabilizing your every move. When the two of you have proximity so near, his lips are smoothly brushing against yours. But before they can collide in a sweet reunion, he breathes out, just for confirmation:

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

#harry holland #harry holland imagine #harry holland imagines #harry holland fanfic #harry holland fanfiction #harry holland blurb #harry holland blurbs #harry holland one shot #harry holland au #harry holland x reader #harry holland x you #tom holland imagines #sam holland imagines #harrison osterfield imagine #tom holland and co #harry holland fluff

[lnfours]

summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader 

masterlist ⎸ chapter three ⎸ chapter five ⎸ listen

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tom was losing his absolute mind. 

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door. 

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips. 

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head. 

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t. 

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee. 

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look. 

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?” 

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you. 

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back. 

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates? 

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him.  also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit. 

y/n you’re right.  i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam. 

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach. 

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged. 

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.”

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing. 

he was in awe. 

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet. 

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom. 

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently. 

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm. 

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try. 

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight. 

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?” 

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

                               ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine. 

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. 

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him. 

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded. 

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact. 

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked. 

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it. 

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you. 

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact. 

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger. 

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!” 

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.” 

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand. 

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands. 

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips. 

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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my badass girl ~ tom holland

word count: 2041

request?: yes!

“Hi so this might be weird but could you write a corpse or Tom Holland imagine where the reader is a badass cyber security analyst or a neurosurgeon who is a faceless streamer and they like meet the guys family or something also could the reader be an American who moved to the us a couple years ago”

description: in which his family meets his bad ass, faceless streamer girlfriend

pairing: tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

You bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for someone to open the door at Tom’s parents’ place. You had never felt so nervous in your life. Tom kept trying to assure you that there was no reason to be nervous, but you felt like it was a very big reason actually.

You were meeting his parents for the first time.

Tom reached over and took your hand in his. You looked back at him and he smiled at you. You tried to smile back, but it felt very forced and melted from your face just as quickly as you managed to put it on there.

“It’ll be fine, love,” he said for what felt like the thousandth time. “You’ve already met Sam and Harry and they love you.”

“That’s different. They’re your brothers, not your parents.”

He gave your hand a squeeze. “My parents will love you, too. I know they will.”

You wished you had his optimism.

He was starting to pull you in for a kiss when you heard the door starting to open. You quickly pulled away from him completely, as if being caught just holding his hand would’ve been the worst thing in the world.

Nicola Holland answered the door with a bright smile. Before saying anything to either of you, she quickly pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You were taken by surprise and didn’t know how to react until you managed to remember that when someone hugs you, you’re supposed to hug them back.

Tom chuckled. “It’s nice to see you, too, mum.”

“Oh, I hug you all the time,” she said, waving away Tom’s comment after letting you go. “I haven’t gotten to hug (Y/N) yet.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Holland,” you said once you finally found your voice.

“Please honey, call me Nicola,” she said. “Come in! Dinner is nearly ready. We’ve been waiting for you two to get here.”

Tom shot you a look that said “I told you so”, but you ignored him and followed his mother into the house.

The familiar faces of Tom’s younger brothers met you as you walked into the living room. Harry hugged you first, followed by Sam. They introduced you to the youngest Holland brother, Paddy, who opted to just shake your hand instead of joining all the hugging that was happening.

“Don’t mind him,” Sam said to you. “He still thinks girls have cooties.”

“Do not!” Paddy called in response.

You laughed, feeling the weight being lifted from your shoulders. It felt nice to be surrounded by the familiar comfort of Tom and his brothers, and so far it seemed like things were going well with his mother. She had disappeared into the dining room to set the table for the lot of you. You and Tom were about to sit down on the couch when Nicola poked her head into the room.

“Tom, hun, can you come help me set the table?”

“I can help, Mrs. - I mean, Nicola,” you said, starting to stand again.

“Nonsense, dear. You’re our guest,” she insisted.

“She won’t change her mind on this,” Tom told you. “Consider yourself lucky that you’re still too new to do the dishes.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Nicola said before disappearing back into the dining room.

Tom got up to go help her, leaving you alone. Sam, Harry, and Paddy kept the conversation lively enough that you didn’t feel too awkward. You felt yourself starting to relax into the atmosphere when you heard the front door open and close. You felt your anxiety return as footsteps grew closer to the living room before Dominic Holland appeared in the doorway.

His eyes landed on you almost immediately and you felt like you were going to shrink into the couch. When a smile broke across on his face, you almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Tom, you look different, son!” he said before laughing at his own joke.

You stood and held a hand out to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Holland.”

“Oh, we’re not doing the shaking thing. Bring it in.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that was so tight it could’ve rivalled the one Nicola had given you earlier.

“Also, don’t bother with the formalities. You can call me Dom,” he said once you had pulled away.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dom,” you said. “Also, seems Paddy missed the memo about not doing handshakes.”

“Oh, that’s just because he still believes in cooties.”

Paddy screwed up his face as Sam and Harry started to laugh. You laughed as well, finally feeling completely anxious free. Everything was going well, which was a major relief.

Shortly after Dominic had arrived home, Nicola announced that dinner was ready. The Holland men quickly rushed into the dining room with you following not too far behind. They all took there seats with one left open for you between Tom and Nicola. You sat down and started to pile your plate with the delicious smelling food in front of you. Now that your nerves had subsided, you realized that you were actually really hungry.

There was some polite conversations between the family as you all ate. You nodded along and listened as each member spoke, talking about their day or something that had happened lately that they were excited to share. When Dom’s eyes turned to you, you suddenly felt your nervousness return.

“So, (Y/N),” he started, “Tom has tried to explain to Nicola and I what it is that you do, but we’re still having some trouble understanding. Maybe you can enlighten us better than our son can.”

“Well, I have two things that I do,” you said. “The easiest to explain is that I stream myself playing video games on this website called Twitch. I’m what’s known as a faceless streamer, which means when I’m streaming I don’t show my face and any posts of my face online aren’t connected to that streaming name.”

“See, if that’s what Tom had told us then maybe we wouldn’t have been so confused,” Nicola said. “But that’s not the job that he told us about. He said you work in some form of security or something.”

“I do. I’m a cyber security analyst. That’s technically my main job, and then streaming is something I do on the side. Cyber security analyst is a little bit harder to explain, but basically I monitor networks for anything risky or dangerous, I manage and install software stuff, and I test certain security systems. And I can do it all from the comfort of my own home cause it’s all based through online work.”

You waited for Dominic and Nicola’s reaction to your job. You were proud to be a cyber security analyst. You had worked so hard to get that job. It was years of school and years of trying to get a job in your field after graduating. There was nothing wrong with the job that you did, but not a lot of people understand. They often heard “cyber” or “online” or “work from home” and would automatically assume that what you did was something easy or that you chose that job because it was an internet thing and “all kids are addicted to the internet these days”.

That was an actual reaction from one of your own family members when you told them what you were going to school for.

Tom quickly chimed in before his parents could say anything and said, “It’s so badass! You guys should see her at work. It’s the coolest thing ever, and I don’t even understand most of it.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “He thinks this is cool, and yet he plays Spider-Man.”

“Hey, I act with green screens and wires and stuff. What you do is real, and it’s really cool.”

You smiled and ducked your head so that Tom’s family wouldn’t see the flush spreading across your face. Tom was always made you feel good about what you did, even if he didn’t fully understand it himself. But to him, your cyber security job was the coolest thing in the world. That was a big compliment coming from the guy who played Spider-Man.

“It sounds pretty cool!” Dominic said. “I mean, it sounds very high tech and I’m not very good with that stuff, but it does sound interesting.”

“The streaming sounds nice, too,” Nicola added. “Would it be anything we would be interested in watching?”

You shrugged. “Depends on if you guys are into video games.”

“That means no, you would not be into it,” Harry joked.

The conversation moved on from you and you felt yourself relax once again. It seemed as though the hardest parts were definitely over.

Dinner finished and you insisted on helping Nicola with the dishes. The Holland men sat around in the living room, watching something on TV while talking sports, which was something you definitely did not want to be caught up in since you were not a sports person in the slightest. Once the dishes were finished, you and Nicola joined them for another hour or so before Tom asked if you were ready to go home.

“Oh, you guys have to go so soon?” Nicola asked.

“Sorry mum, but I have an early shoot tomorrow. I gotta go home and get some sleep,” Tom said.

“Well you can go home, but you can leave (Y/N) here,” Dominic said. “We like her better anyways.”

“Ouch,” Tom said, putting a hand over his chest in bock offence. “I never should’ve brought her over to meet you guys.”

“We would’ve forced an introduction eventually,” Nicola said. “But I suppose we can begrudgingly let you two go. As long as you promise to come around often and bring (Y/N) with you.”

“I promise,” Tom said.

He got up and hugged both of his parents goodbye. You followed suit, prepared for their tight hugs this time around. You said goodbye to Sam, Harry, and Paddy and followed Tom towards the front door. Nicola followed to bid you farewell and give you both hugs once more. You felt very comforted with her hugs. They were definitely the hugs of a mother.

You followed Tom out to his car. As you stood at the passenger side door, waiting for him to unlock it, you looked up to see him smirking at you over the top of the car. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t say it, Holland.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said. “Was not going to say anything at all.”

“Good, because if you do I will certainly take your parents offer to stay here for the night.”

Tom laughed and unlocked the car. You both got in and before you could buckle yourself in, Tom grabbed your face and pull you to him. You were shocked by the kiss, but you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips and was muffled by Tom’s own. When you pulled away, Tom was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“What was that about?” you asked him.

“You stopped me from doing that earlier. I’ve been waiting all night to be able to kiss you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You were constantly surprised with how much you more you could love this man and by how full he made your heart feel at every possible moment.

You sat back in your seat and buckled your seatbelt. Tom finally started the car and started driving back home. At some point during the drive, he reached over and held your hand in his. You gave his hand a squeeze, the same way he had to you at the beginning of the night. A small smile was tugging at the corner of your lips. You felt completely blissful and happy. Nothing could ruin the moment.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned your head to look at him. “Hmm?”

“I told you so.”

Okay, that could ruin the moment.

You gasped and snatched your hand from him. “Turn the car around, I’m going back to your parents.”

Tom laughed, the sound like music to your ears.

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[xtom-darling-x17]

could you do one where the reader is the holland sister who is 15 and has a boyfriend. Her mum lets him come over and the boys get protective and maybe they are in the room with the door closed. They open it and the reader and her bf (choose a name for him) they are cuddling but his hand lays on her ass maybe so they give him a look to say ‘move it’. The reader tells her brothers to do get out

Good at being Protective, or not?

Pairing - Read is Tom Holland’s sister

Summary - Reader having a boyfriend and her brothers being protective.

Warnings - Protective, slight swearing.

A/N - I don’t write much of the reader being Tom’s sister but I’ll give it a shot. Thank you for Requesting, hope you enjoy!

Your mum was in the kitchen after you got back from school, you had a very important question to ask her.

Your brothers were no where to be seen as Harry and Sam wasn’t back from the shops, Paddy wasn’t back from school since he went a different way with his friends and Tom wasn’t back until the weekend.

“Mum, I’ve got a question,” You grinned, standing at the side of your mum.

“Yes, Darling, what is it?” Your mum stopped to look up at you as she was putting the washing in the machine.

“You know, how I’ve been speaking about Luke being my boyfriend,” You smile, leaning back and forth on your feet, “Yes, go on,” Nikki nods, understanding where this conversation is going. It was going to happen eventually, she thinks.

“Well, can I have him over?” You smile, giving those adorable eyes to Nikki. She normally, can’t resist when you do that, “Yes, of course sweet girl,” Nikki gushed, “what does he like to eat?”

“I think …., wound be good,” You nodded, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome, Can you bring your washing for me?” You nodded at your mum, going upstairs smiling.

The next day being Saturday, Luke is coming round as well as all your brothers are going to be there too!

Nikki decided to get all of your brothers out of the house while, You and Luke spend sometime together as she doing chores around the house.

It’s around 2-3pm, Sam chasing Paddy through the door buzzing as ever after being at the golf course with Harry and Tom.

“Hey mum,” Tom and the other boys greeted Nikki, hugging her as they speak to her.

Nikki forgot to mentioned that you was having a boy, who you are dating round. She thought nothing of it since it’s perfectly normal to be going out in teenage years.

You come downstairs with Luke following behind you, you got your hand in his hand.

“Y/N, who’s your friend?” Harry, pointed out to you, “Hang on, he’s a guy,”

“Yh, no shit Sherlock!” You roll your eyes at his stupid comment, you turn to Luke, “Would you like anything to drink?” You smile.

“You never give that smile to me,” Tom gasped, through the door of the kitchen, “Hello, I’m Tom Y/Ns Brother but no funny business because I’m watching you.” Tom shakes his hand.

“Omg, I thought you could be normal but clearly not!” You shook your head, “It’s alright honestly, can I just have water please,” Luke smiled, turning to Tom as you got a cup, “hi, I’m Luke um, Y/Ns boyfriend,”

“I gathered that,” Tom chuckles, “clearly someone didn’t,” Pointing out at Harry, “Hey in my defence a girl can have a guy, who is a friend too. I didn’t want to say something and it isn’t like that.” He puts his hands up.

“Thanks, Y/N,” You nodded, as you pass Lukes water to him.

“Fair, play Bazzy,” You smirked, clearly the nickname to mock him in a way like he’s a child again, “Where’s the other two!”

“What, there is more?” Luke gave you wide eyes, sipping on the water, “yep, unfortunately! Harry here has got a lovely twin and I am a year younger than Paddy,” You explained, whispering at the end, “He’s a bit of a bone brain,”

“Oh, right,” Luke nodded as Paddy comes through, “I heard that, little miss princess,” Tom and Harry laughing, “She ain’t wrong..” Harry mumbled, getting a hard slap from Paddy.

“Hey! Ouch,” Harry whined, Tom still laughing until Paddy hit him too, “You come back here,” Tom gone off to chase Paddy, you can just about to see Sam running after them down the hall too.

You and Luke go up stairs sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.

“Chaos!” You sigh, Luke bringing you into his chest as you lay down on the bed, “No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s that bad,” Luke reassured you.

“That’s good, you smell nice,” You giggle as you lean into his neck, “You smell good too,” Luke brought your head up to kiss you slowly, wondering his hand on your ass.

You stayed there for about 20-30 minutes until your brothers had different plans of not staying downstairs.

“Who’s coming up stairs with me to go into Y/N’s room!” Tom grinned, walking up the stairs.

“Looks like Tessa is coming too!” Sam smirked, “I told them no funny business but I’m doubting that they listened,” Tom told looking back at Harry.

“You might be the oldest but I’m the strongest,” Sam scoffed, playfully at Harry, “Be quiet, they will hear.”

“Who’s opening the door?” Paddy, Whispers looking back at his brothers. They all shrug until sam opens it.

“What music do you like?” You smile as You cuddle into Luke more.

“Uh-,” Luke getting cut off, “What are you doing?” Tom scoffed giving him a firm look, seeing that Lukes arm is wrapped around you and even his hand is on your ass.

“Are you going to move your hand?” Harry, firmly asked. It wasn’t really a question, it was more of an order.

You are stunned at what your brothers are doing right now. Staring at you and Luke like you are doing something much worse than cuddling.

“You better move it,” Sam said, Tom putting his hand on his hips, “sorry, Luke. Guys, get out!” You say ignoring them. You stand up instead, pushing them towards the door.

“But he’s touching your ass, Y/N!” Harry rolled his eyes, “That isn’t acceptable,”

“You all including you! Paddy go downstairs!” You cross your arms, “You even had the door shut, you leave it open!” Tom shook his head, your still trying to push him out of your room.

The other three are actually on the landing but Tom wouldn’t budge. “Oh my, Gosh! Tom Fucking move your heavy!” You shouted, him just laughing.

Luke staring at all of you curious at what is going on. “Fine, fine!” Tom gets out after you hit him against his arm a few times, “Now stay out, go find something else better to do!” You gave a mean face to them all, slamming the door shut.

“Tch, I can’t believe mum ever let Y/N have a boyfriend. And he’s in her room with the door shut,” Tom folded his arm, “I agree,” Harry nodded along with Sam and Paddy.

“Mum, mum!” Harry yelled in the living room, “Yes Harry, what is it?” Nikki turned the hover off, looking at him.

“Y/N has Luke in her room, with the door shut,” Harry smirked, being the protective brother he is, “Yes, I know! Can you please leave them alone, I’ve had complains from Y/N. About you and the others annoying,” Nikki gave him the pointing finger.

“It’s nice that she has a respectful guy, now don’t mess it up please! Thank you, go find something else to do,” Nikki told Harry, continuing back to her hovering.

Harry, huffed back to Tom, Sam and Paddy in the kitchen. They were all getting a snack, “Well?” Sam asked, “Uh, she said leave them alone,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Typical,” Tom and Paddy said at the same time, “Jinx,” Paddy shouted, first.

“You got told by mum,” Sam laughed, “Hey! Actually we all did, freckle face,” Harry smirked coming up with a stupid nickname.

“Curly fry,” Sam laughed harder, Harry and Sam ended up fighting in the kitchen like children. Paddy and Tom was arguing over jinx..

You come downstairs to get food, “I think we are best staying up stairs a while, some protective brothers they are?” Laughing at your own joke as you lay back down with Luke.

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[alyswritings]

Help

Request: Can you do a Sam HollandxSister where they have a big fight over something stupid. And then she goes out to a party and ends up getting harassed by a guy and she gets really scared so she ends up calling him for help and after all that they make up?

Sam Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N calls her brother for help after a fight.

Warnings: sexual harassment

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

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"You're being fucking ridiculous!" Y/N shouts.

"No, you're being stubborn!" Sam yells back.

They're the only ones home since Tom and Harry are in the states while Tom films a movie and their parents and Paddy are on a short trip out of town.

"I am not being stubborn! You're just overbearing!" Y/N exclaims.

"I am not! I'm trying to look out for you!"

"By telling me not to go to a party?!"

"Yes!"

"You're not my fucking parent!"

"There's two of us left and I'm the older one here!"

"I'm eighteen! You can't control me, Samuel!"

"I'm just trying to make sure you're not being stupid!"

"I'm not stupid, you're stupid! Now leave me the fuck alone!" Y/N grabs her purse and storms out of the house, slamming the door so harshly it shakes the room.

- - -

Y/N is drunk, probably on the verge of overdoing it. She would prefer to forget about the stupid fight with her brother and alcohol helps that. She's spent most of the night dancing with her friends and taking shots.

She has a cup of cheap beer in her hand while she talks to a guy, too drunk to really care that she's alone in the corner with him.

"You know, we should really get out of here." The guy says.

"Oh, yeah? Where?" Y/N asks, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

"To a bedroom. Maybe, uh... take this to a higher level." He smirks, his hand sliding from her back to her butt.

"Oh. Uh..." Y/N tenses up, pulling away. "I, uh..." She awkwardly chuckles. "I think you might have the wrong idea."

"Oh, come on, love. It'll be fun." He says, kissing her neck.

"Mm. No." She tries to push him away, but he grabs her arms, pinning them to the wall.

"It'll be great." He says, sucking on her neck. Y/N tries to squirm, the guy's hold too strong. "Just be still, baby. It'll feel good. Promise."

"No. No, I don't-- I don't want this." Y/N says.

"Didn't seem that way a few seconds ago." The guy says.

"No." She shakes her head, trying to fight out of his grasp. "No." She states, her voice somewhat firmer.

"Just relax, you little bitch." The guy hisses.

Y/N finds the energy and raises her leg, kicking him in the crotch. He cries out in pain, doubling over, and Y/N quickly stumbles away. She scrambles to the closest room, it being the bathroom, and she shuts and locks the door just in time as the guy gets there.

"Open the door, sweetheart!" He bangs on the door.

Y/N lets out a small whimper, backing away from the door. She pulls her phone out, finding Sam's contact, her hands shaking as she holds the phone to her ear.

"What?" She hears his tired voice ask.

"Sammy?" She meekly calls.

"Y/N?" He sounds more awake. "Whoa, whoa, hey. What's wrong?"

"I-- I'm at the party. And... and can you-- can you come get me. Please? I-I know you're pissed, but-but--"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. I'm on my way." Sam says. "I'll be there as fast as possible, promise."

"Okay." Y/N says.

- - -

Sam gets to the party and forces his way through the crowd, looking for Y/N. She told him she would be hiding in the bathroom and he knocks on a few doors before loudly knocking on another one.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" He calls out. "Hey, it's Sam." He says.

The door opens and Sam is barely able to see his sister's face before she's crashing into him, her arms tightly wrapped around him. Sam hugs her back, barely managing to keep himself standing.

"Hey, hey. Hey, love. It's okay. You're all right now." Sam comforts, running his fingers through her hair a few times. "Come on. Come on, let's get you home."

He leads her through the house and out to the car. Helping her into the passenger seat, Sam buckles Y/N up before getting in the driver's seat and starting the car.

"Are you gonna puke?" Sam asks.

"I already puked in the bathroom." Y/N mumbles.

"Okay." Sam nods.

- - -

After getting home, Y/N had taken a shower and brushed her teeth. She's in pajamas now, wearing fuzzy pants and a hammydown shirt that first belonged to Tom and then to the twins and now her. She finds Sam in the kitchen.

"Hey." He says, noticing her. "I, uh... I warmed up last night's pasta." He says, pushing the bowl towards her. "Figured you might be hungry. Even if you're not, you need something after drinking. Carbs really help."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks." Y/N gives him a small smile. She sits at the counter and starts eating, Sam getting her some water to go with it.

"I'm sorry." Y/N says after a little while. "About... about the fight. I... I'm sorry."

"No. No, I'm sorry. It-- I overreacted. Things got out of hand. You're an adult, you can do whatever the fuck you want." Sam says.

"They might've escalated a bit too much." Y/N says.

"Well, it definitely could've been worse. Least we didn't throw anything." Sam says with a small chuckle and Y/N smiles a little.

"So... are we good?" Y/N asks.

"Of course we are, Y/N/N. And you know, no matter what, you can always call me whenever you need anything." Sam says.

"I know." She says.

"Good." Sam kisses her on the head.

"Can we watch movies?" Y/N asks.

"Sure." Sam nods and Y/N grins.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Hey b, so mildly obsessed with your work (and possibly being your friend because you seem cool🥺) anyways idk if you’re taking requests rn it’s cool if you’re not but like I just bought a cute white golf skirt (it makes my waist look snatched and my booty popping 💁🏻‍♀️) and I can’t stop thinking about working at a golf course and tommy being like oh shit 👀 and all the guys are like nah they’re out of your league mate 😂 anyways I hope you have a good day and I like your tattoo!

Thank you, thank you. FYI I kept this one very non-binary/not explicitly gendered so anyone could enjoy ☺️

"Holland!" Harrison finally snaps Tom out of his trance from where he'd been staring at you. He gestures to the green, "Take the damn shot." He grumbles. Tom shakes his head of the thoughts about you, taking the shot which misses the hole by half an inch. He hums as he glances over his shoulder and steps out of the way for Sam, 

"You guys got time for a drink after?" He asks. Harrison raises an eyebrow, 

"This about Y/N again?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"No… just could go for a cold one." He murmurs. Harry chuckles, 

"Mmhmm. You do know Y/N is out of your league right? They're way too pretty for you." He tells his older brother. Tom rolls his eyes, 

"It's not about Y/N." He growls. Harry rolls his eyes, 

"Yeah… sure." 

"I've got time." Sam mumbles. Harry and Harrison ultimately agree, the four of them finishing their round before heading for the clubhouse. Tom swallows, heart pounding out of his chest as they enter the bar, sitting at a free table in the middle of the room. Tom watches you take drinks onto your tray, delivering them to their table before you approach, 

"Hey guys… long time no see. Same as usual?" You pose. They each mumble in agreement or nod as you scribble down on a pad, glancing out at them. Tom swallows as you offer a smile, 

"Be right back." When you turn, Tom's eyes slide to the skirt you're wearing. Obviously it's got shorts under it, it's a golf skirt, but Tom can't help but wonder what it would be like if you weren't wearing a tennis skirt, if you were wearing just a normal skirt. He licks his lips as you lean on the bartop, watching your coworker crack open four beers before he sets them on your tray and you turn back towards the boys. Harrison smacks his arm, 

"Ask them for their number." He goads. Tom frowns,

"No way, they'd say no." 

"No they wouldn't. You're Tom Holland, you're irresistible. Go for it." Before anymore can be said, you lean over and deliver four beers to their group, smiling at them, 

"Anything else?" You ask. Harrison glances at Tom, but when nothing pops up, you turn and start away. Harrison gives a good shove to Tom's shoulder before Tom stumbles to a stand. He clears his throat and smoothes over his pole before he starts towards the bar where you've retreated again, 

"Uhm… Y/N…" He starts. You turn, smiling up at him, 

"Hey Tom, what's up?" He swallows again, 

"Nothing, uhm, I-I was just wondering if… maybe I could… get your number? I- I figured we could go see a movie or get dinner sometime soon, just the two of us." He poses. You can tell he's nervous by the way he stares at you. You smile and shrug, turning to scribble on a napkin. You hold it out to him between two fingers and he stares at you for a moment, 

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head, 

"I just… the boys told me you were out of my league and… I seriously thought it was true." He defends. You smile, 

"Really?" He nods, 

"Yeah." You shrug, 

"What can I say, you're adorable and I'd love to go to dinner and watch you stumble over yourself." You admit, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He scoffs slightly, 

"Wow… okay." Turning, he glanced back down at the napkin in his hand. Harrison gapes up at him as he slides in his seat, 

"What'd you ask them?" He poses. Tom shrugs, 

"I just asked for their number." He murmurs. Harrison reaches put and pats Tom's shoulder, 

"Good job mate." Tom nods, glancing out at you, watching you work for a few moments. And he'd never forget that you're the catch, not him. 

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[hollandfromhell]

i wanna be yours | T.H

Summary: Frat!Tom finally admits his feelings to you and your reaction isn't exactly what he expected.

word count: 1k

warnings: a little steamy (?), minimal proofreading and bad editing :)

The lights are so bright around you, bouncing off the walls and making your vision blurry, the music is loud, a song you only ever seem to hear at parties like this, and honestly you’re having a good time. For the first time in weeks you’ve forced yourself out of your dorm and into some clothes that show a little more than you’re used to. Finals had been killing you for the last week, so much so that you haven’t been able to find the energy to go to any of the frat parties your friends and Tom had been badgering you about. 

Tom has been texting you nonstop about the parties his frat has been hosting, begging you to show up, just so you can end up in his bed at the end of the night. But you had refrained, knowing that your feelings weren’t in check enough to be seeing him anymore, not in the way you two have been for the last year. 

To you it wasn’t just sleeping together anymore, that’s not what you want, you want him, all of him. You want the silly dates and cringy photos your friends will make fun of you for. You want the flirting to mean something, you want to mean something to him. You know it’s wrong, to fall hopelessly in love with some fraternity boy that sees you as nothing more than an easy lay and a friend on the occasion that he needs something, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Those caramel colored eyes and chestnut curls, his easy going smile and alluring body draws you in until you can’t escape him. Then you wake up next to him and reality hits. 

Tom and you will never be anything other than friends with benefits, that’s how it started and that’s how it will end, as much as you hate to admit it to yourself. 

But tonight you had blocked those thoughts out and finally made your way out with your friends, only to end up at Tom’s frat house. He’s here, you know he’s here, you can feel his lingering gaze locked on you and have even caught him looking a few times. 

He sat near the back wall, his back against it as he talked to some guys that are also in his fraternity. But his eyes can’t seem to stay off you, you’re dancing with your friends, your hands in the air and a smile on your face, you’ve never looked better to him, it’s like you’re reeling him in, his head hazy as he finally breaks off from the guys he’s talking to and makes his way to you. 

Your arms wrap around his neck as soon as his hands land on your waist, you know it’s him, even with your eyes closed and mind completely blank, you know it’s him. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers to you “You look stunning darling.” His accent is thick, pent up tension becoming obvious. 

Your smile turns to a smirk as you lean into him, your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull lightly, “you’ve been ignoring me all night Thomas.” 

His hands rub up and down your sides as he contemplates his answer, you weren’t technically wrong, he had been waiting for you to come to him most of the night, seeing how long you could hold out before it all became too much, until the waiting became too much. It’s a game you two like to play and usually he won, you would make your way to his side and you’d find yourself pressed up against the wall in his room before you knew it. But tonight you had decided to hold out, because you needed that reassurance, you needed to feel victorious over him for once. 

“Can never ignore you love,” his lips are now rolling down your neck, finding your sweet spot, the place he knows makes your knees weak.

And then he’s dragging you by the hand up the stairs to the left and into his room down the hall. You catch a look at his unmade bed before you're pushed back against the door that had just slammed shut. He’s kissing you then, his lips rough against yours as he takes what he wants from you. You knew the night would end like this, not that you’re disappointed, just dreading the morning after, you leave and you two go back to acting like friends once again. 

He knew the night would end like this too, he only ever had eyes for you, at least for the last year and he can’t seem to get you out of his head, although he would never tell you or anyone else that, he had a reputation to uphold. 

But now, as he stands with the girl of his dreams kissing him, maybe falling doesn’t sound so bad, maybe this could be it for him, maybe you could be it for him, and before he can stop himself, he’s pulling away from your lips, just enough space so he can speak, his heart hammering and his ears ringing, he lets out those three little words he swore he would never say to you, “I love you.” 

Your heart stops, everything freezes all at once, the music downstairs can no longer be heard as you completely focus on the man in front of you. You breathe out a small “what” before your brain goes into autopilot. You’re shoving him off you, pushing him away both physically and mentally as you start to close yourself off from him. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go, and now everything is ruined. 

Tom’s frozen, his feet stuck where they are as he tries to comprehend what the hell just happened. He can’t believe himself, how could he let his happen, how could he ruin the best thing he had going for him, god why did he have to be so stupid. 

Finally he finds his composer, just in time to see you open his bedroom door and quickly leave the room, he wants to chase after you. Wants nothing more than to go down the stairs and find you in the sea of people but he can’t bring himself to move. 

With a broken heart and a quivering lip he watches you completely remove yourself from him and he can’t help but think that he can’t fix it this time.

a/n: feedback is appreciated :)

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[princessofroses]

The MCU is Stupid, admit it.

Quality-wise and story-wise, the MCU is an abomination of vomit tossed all over a screen with a 200 million dollar budget. The producers brains are so tiny they don't understand what basic storytelling is, it feels like I keep watching the same story over and over.

Captain Marvel's movie was an insult to comic Captain Marvel fans like me, I do not hate Brie Larson, and I condemn the hate she is getting from dumb losers on the internet, but my gosh, that woman is not Carol Danvers. The movies have no idea who she is as a character! No, Yon-Rogg didn't inject his blood serum into Carol, Carol's mother was a Kree warrior named Mari-Ell and a badass one as well, why erase that part of Carol's character? Ronan was just dumb as fuck in that movie and so was each one of the Kree. In the movies, Yon-Rogg should've just shot her and this entire vomit sludge of a movie wouldn't have happened. I wish they stuck to the real Carol Danvers, who had weaknesses and an actual personality.

No, Kamala Khan wasn't the original Ms. Marvel, it was Carol. I would've loved a trilogy with Mar-Vell (Not Annette Benning, the real Mar-Vell) being Carol's mentor, and eventually passing the mantle of Captain Marvel to Carol. Her rivalry with Rogue was also compelling as Rogue literally sucked her powers out temporarily, I know Rogue wasn't in the MCU because her character was owned by Fox, but they could've at least done Super-Skrull or anyone for that matter. Yon-Rogg was the stupidest character choice ever for a villain and Ronan is barely in the movie.

Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness was a bad movie, it's a complete insult to another very good character named Wanda Maximoff (WHO ISN'T WHITE JUST A REMINDER! SHE'S ROMANI NOT ELIZABETH OLSEN!) and Doctor Strange. I thought this would be a House of M like movie due to the Chaos Magic and Multiverse, but it turned out to be even worse than Captain Marvel. I didn't like WandaVision, but I understood it at least, and I was able to enjoy some aspects of it. I just dont fucking understand the point of dsitMoM because if Wanda is so powerful, why didn't she just say, "What Illuminati?" and kill them all, that UFC fight scene wasn't necessary, you have to abide by your own rules for your story if you're gonna make an OP character. I love comic Wanda, but Elizabeth Olsen will never be Wanda Maximoff to me.

The Ant-Man film was okayish, I mean, Paul Rudd isn't my favorite actor, but Jonathan Majors acted the fuck out of his role even if he was barely given good shit to act with. Secret Invasion was just flat out trash and it's hilarious when MCU fans think Secret Wars or the Kang Dynasty will ever be released, heck I'd be surprised if Armor Wars ever comes out (Maybe they changed the name like they did with the Agatha movie; another character I didn't like the way they handled, Agatha is not some bitch villain, she's an anti-hero and the Scarlet Witch's mentor, but Kevin Fuckie knows fuck shit about Marvel, so he probably had someone else tell him about Agatha Harkness.)

Yeah I'm a hater, I hate the way they did my favorite characters. I hate the way they turned Loki, a fucking maniac in the comics, into some pathetic joke. Unpopular Opinion: Loki the TV series is terrible and ruined his character even more. They also managed to make a mediocre character named Sylvie Lushton, even worse by making her an obnoxious dumbass, I was practically praying that Amora or Lorelei would save the series.

Peter Parker is a joke, even Sam Raimi had a better idea of who Peter Parker is. Peter in the comics isn't some iron boy, tony stark worshipping cunt, he's probably one of the biggest anti-heroes in the marvel universe. Tom Holland is certainly not Peter Parker and the lad cant act to save the Universe, just watch his performance in uncharted. Aunt May isn't this sexy hot aunt, it reminds me of what they did to Amanda Waller. Amanda Waller and Aunt May aren't defined by their looks, they are incredibly intelligent, cunning and know how to play mean when necessary, but for some reason, a 'creative' team made them almond moms which is certainly not who they were.

Feel free to hate of course, I love it because I'm practically a ball of enthusiastic positive energy.

#marvel #anti-marvel #anti-mcu #mcu bashing #marvel universe #feel free to hate #feel free to ignore #feel free to ask questions

[annathesillyfriend]

August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #august 2022 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #robert floyd x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #steve harrington x reader

[tomholland1996simp]

Hi! Can u make a one shot in which reader and tom are dating and paddy has a crush on reader which makes tom jealous? Pls take your time.☺️

Jealous boy || Tom Holland

Summary: Paddy has a big crush on the reader and Tom gets jealous. And after amazing night events Tom wants to be close to the reader, but paddy wants to spend time with her.

You woke up to your boyfriend, Tom, drawing patterns on your back. The sun glistened through the blinds, the warm light hitting your bare shoulders. Tom started to place small kisses along your bare shoulder, noticing that you had started to wake up.

“Morning, baby” He kissed your head, pulling the covers up more to cover both your bodies.

“Morning” You groan tiredly, cuddling into his side even more. Last night you and Tom had an amazing time, you both went on a date for your second year anniversary. Which eventually led to him telling you that he wanted to move in together, which you agreed. Then the rest of the night you both was in the bedroom.

You finally opened your eyes looking into his brown beautiful ones. Your fingers traced his face, you slowly leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. Toms hands found your waist, deepening the kiss even more, until you pulled away. “I’m still sore” You giggled a little.

“I’m so sorry, Did I hurt you?” He panicked worryingly, he never ever wanted to hurt you and he always made sure during sex that he would make sure your alright. Tom was truly a gentlemen when it came to your time in bed, he always checked if you was okay with things always wanting your consent.

You smiled at his reaction knowing you was lucky to have someone like him. “No you didn’t, i’m okay. Just we went at it like twice and just a little sore” You peck his soft lips.

“Wanna take a shower together?” He asked with a small smirk making you slap his chest a little as he held you closer to him. However before you could answer, a knock came to the door, both of you hiding your bodies more under the covers.

Then followed someone walking in, Paddy. “Morning, sorry if I woke you up. Just wanted to tell you that Sam is making breakfast” He smiled looking at you both, luckily he didn’t realise.

“Morning, thank you Pads. We will be down in a few” You smiled softly at the boy, him returning the smile and closing the door. “Right we better get up, i’m gonna shower” You kissed Toms head standing up, earning a smack to the ass by Tom, making you squeal.

You ran into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind you, giggling when you heard Toms fists at the door. “Angel, I thought we was gonna shower together?” He whines behind the door like a child.

“Sorry Tommy, but I gotta shower quickly” You called turning on the shower, hearing him huff and walk away. “I love you” You shout to him as you entered the shower.

____________________

“Thank you chef Sam” You placed your plate in the sink, going to wash up the dishes but he stopped you. “No it’s okay, I got it” He told you.

“Are you sure you just cooked for all of us?”

“Yeah, I’m sure paddy’s waiting for you anyways” He sends a small smirk to Tom, him rolling his eyes. “Okay, thank you” You raise your eyebrows at Tom as you was confused to what Sam had meant or why Tom even rolled his eyes. Tom just shook his head and smiled, letting you know nothing was wrong.

You smiled back dropping it and deciding to go into the garden where paddy was playing football. He set you a small touch once he had seen you, you kicking it straight back. Eventually you both started to play with the ball, trying to score into each others goals. The fifteen year old winning by two goals as you tried to tackle him.

You might’ve accidentally nudged him a bit too hard for him to fall over though. “Oh shit, sorry Paddy” You apologise helping him up by grabbing his hand. “You okay?” You asked making sure he didn’t hurt himself.

“I’m okay, it’s fine” He told you, taking your hand to help himself stand up. You both then started giggling when Paddy pulled you to the ground with him, you both landing on the grass laughing. Tom came walking into the garden having heard all the fun you was both having. Even though his brother was fifteen and he knew you would never go for him, he still got jealous.

Tom knew about Paddy’s crush on you, before you started dating you were both best friends. Paddy always went on about you, he always said how much he fancied you. And when you and Tom started dating he acted like he still didn’t like you, but deep down inside he did.

“Haha! That’s what you get” Paddy laughs standing up going to run, you chasing after him. You then grab his arm pulling him over trying to push him to the floor, failing miserably as he got out of your grip.

“Paddy come back here!-Oh hi Tommy” You smile up at your boyfriend placing a kiss on his lips, you confused when he didn’t kiss you back. “You okay?” You asked him, running a hand through his curls.

He grabbed your hand stopping your actions after, “yeah, i’m fine. Looks like you and Paddy are having fun” He jealously says.

“Someone’s jealous” You tease him, knowing when he gets jealous over something little. It was kinda cute.

Tom looked at you acting as if he wasn’t jealous. “Jealous? Haha. Why would I be jealous? Not like paddy has a crush on you or anything-why would I care? Jealous? No i’m fine” He rambled and you chuckled at him.

“Y/n wanna play on the playstation?” Paddy came over and asked, you nodding your head dragging your jealous boyfriend along with you.

You all sat in the living room whilst Paddy put on a fighting game, Tom cuddled into your side, not wanting to let you go. This wasn’t new to you, Tom would be extremely touching and clingy after a night of sex or even when he was jealous. You grew used to it by now, you liked it. Sometimes you could be like that, however that’s when you both was alone. You was at his family house this time, so you didn’t want to seem too clingy around them.

“Haha I won!” Paddy yelled out, shaking your shoulders a little as he done a victory dance. You both had been playing for an hour now, you both were drawing. This being the last fight to see who would win.

You both focused on the game, you ignoring Tom when he tried to speak to you. When it came to stuff like this you was very competitive, you wanted to win. “YESSS!” You scream, Paddy’s character falling over letting you know he’s knocked out. Paddy huffed out knowing he had lost in defeat.

Tom was now sitting next to you on his phone, scrolling through instagram. “Don’t be a sore loser Paddy, you know i’m better” You tease the boy, earning a small smile. “Come here, good game” You told him arms open as he moved closer to hug you, you kissed him on the head, Tom watching every move. Paddy’s cheeks were bright pink when you had pulled away.

“Good game” He smiled shyly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and turning off his game, running away. You then turned to Tom seeing him with an angry expression.

“Cuddle?” You ask with a happy smile but he ignored the offer brushing your arms off him. “No?” You ask again.

“Why don’t you keep playing with my brother?” He scoffs a little, jealously kept bubbling in him and he didn’t know why.

“Tommy this isn’t about me playing games with your brother is it?” You laugh a little, seeing him being serious made you stop. Was he really jealous over you being close to his fifteen year old brother and your twenty-three years old. “You can be really silly, you know. Babe, I love you so much. Your really getting jealous that i’m close to Paddy? I think of him as my little brother too, well the one I never had. He’s fifteen Tommy, I know about his crush on me, of course I do. I just don’t want him to like get upset if I don’t spend time with him.” You tell Tom.

“I’ve always wanted to have a great bon with your brothers as I know how much they mean to you. And me being close to your youngest one won’t change a thing, baby” You opened your arms again and this time he goes into them.

Tom pulls you down with him to lay on the sofa, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m jealous. It’s weird, just wanted to spend time with you and I know Paddy likes you. Sorry for being jealous” He pecked your lips.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise. It’s kinda cute” You giggle a little, you both lay there enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Hey y/n?!” Paddy called from upstairs.

“No Paddy, she’s busy sleeping now. Leave me and my girl be” Tom whined tightening his grip on you as you burst out laughing.

I need more requests, I don’t like this either.

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[wazzupmrstark]

instead of you [part forty-seven]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex

word count: 1.6k

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You sat up straight and craned your neck to try and catch Tom’s eye, but his head was down, probably buried in his phone. 

Y: what? no. 

T: why not

Y: just because he’s asleep doesn’t mean i can come see you for no reason that’d be weird

T: are you just saying that because you’re afraid he’ll wake up?

Y: well yeah kind of

T: he won’t

Y: you don’t know that

T: c’mon, i’ll make it worth your time

Y: can’t you just tell me what this is about

T: but that ruins the surprise :(

Y: what surprise could you possibly have 30,000 feet in the air

Y: and don’t say your dick

T: ...

Y: you’re so fucking annoying

T: all i’m saying is i haven’t joined the mile high club yet

Y: this is a commercial flight with your entire family. we’re not fucking on this plane.

T: worth a shot

Y: you’re insufferable

T: you love it

You sighed and put your phone face down in your lap, taking a quick glance to your left to see if Sam was still asleep. He was still slumped against the wall with his eyes shut, seemingly dead to the world. You tried to do the same but it was hard from the middle seat. You were paranoid that if you were to doze off you’d accidentally lean over onto the stranger next to you. You’d seen enough rom-coms to know how awkward that would be.

You settled on scrolling through the in-flight movies on the little screen attached to the seat in front of you. You’d have to buy a pair of earbuds to watch anything, but you figured it would be worth it if it meant you wouldn’t be bored out of your mind for the next three hours. 

There was a mix of Chinese and international films but everything was dubbed in Chinese either way and only a select few offered English subtitles. You picked one that you’d seen a little bit of press for back home and bought the earbuds from a flight attendant when they came around with the snacks. 

You were barely ten minutes into the movie when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was but you did anyway. 

“You’re watching my film.”

“What?” you scrunched up your face in confusion. 

“That’s my film,” he repeated, pointing at your screen. 

“It is?”

“Yeah, you didn’t... pick it because I was in it?”

“No, I’ve never seen any of your movies. I didn’t even know you were in this.”

"I know you haven’t- you really had no idea? You’re not just saying that?”

“No, I promise. I only picked it because I didn’t recognize anything else.”

“I’m going to pretend that doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

“I just started it. You haven’t shown up yet. If you had, I would’ve turned it off already, trust me.”

“Ouch.”

“Nothing personal.”

“It seems personal.” “It’s not. I just don’t want to perceive you outside of reality. That’d be weird for me.”

It was Tom’s turn to scrunch up his face. “Alright.”

“What are you doing up here anyway?”

“Going to use the bathroom.”

“There are closer bathrooms in the back of the plane.”

“You weren’t answering my texts,” he said after a pause, admitting the real reason. 

“I didn’t have anything to say.”

He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to respond but was suddenly distracted by the film playing on the screen in front of you. “Hey, there I am.” 

You watched as movie Tom walked in frame and began speaking to a man at a gas station. 

“Oh my god, they gave you a really deep voice, it’s kind of hot.”

He looked mildly offended. “Hotter than my actual voice?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Why not?” 

You glanced at Sam and then back to Tom. “You know why.”

“He’s asleep!”

“Go back to your seat.”

-

It was late when your first flight landed and everyone was feeling worn out from all the tourism and traveling but you still had two more flights to catch before you’d finally be in Bali. The layover in the Hong Kong airport was two hours and you spent it trying to sleep whilst curled up next to Sam in one of the stiff leathery chairs in front of the gate. Your exhaustion allowed you to fade in and out of consciousness fairly easily, but you were having trouble staying asleep. Each time you’d drift off you would suddenly jolt awake in a panic, thinking you were late for something. 

Every time it happened, Sam would assure you that he’d wake you up when it was time to board the plane, that you could rest, that they wouldn’t leave without you. Eventually, you gave up on the idea of getting any sleep altogether and resolved to just stay awake until you were on the next flight. 

“I know this is the part of the trip where everyone’s getting tired,” Dom had said when you were walking from one side of the Hong Kong airport to the other, “but that’s why we saved the more relaxing destinations for the latter end- so we can all get some rest.”

His words did little to comfort you considering most of your energy was being spent keeping up with all the lies you were telling everyone but you smiled and nodded with the rest of the group anyway, trying to play along as always. 

The second flight was about the same length as the first and this time you got the window seat. Sam sat in the middle with Harry on his right and Tom and their parents filled up the row behind you. 

“You should sleep,” Sam suggested, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“I’ve been trying to,” you grumbled back, unable to soften the tone of your voice. 

You felt bad for snapping at him. He didn’t deserve that. Not after everything else you were doing behind his back. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled in apology. 

“It’s okay. I know you’re tired,” he assured you, making you feel even guiltier. “Do you want me to rub your head?”

You could only shake your head in response, not trusting yourself to speak. You suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cry and turned your head towards the wall as your eyes welled up with tears. You didn’t even try to stop it, knowing it would be even more obvious if you did. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it from Sam either, even if he couldn’t see your face. He knew you too well, knew your body language. But he didn’t ask about it, likely not wanting to alert Harry, who was oblivious, that anything was wrong. 

Thankfully, the crying exhausted you even more and you were able to fall asleep, only to be woken up again when the flight landed at the second layover stop.

It was a shame that you wouldn’t be able to properly visit Malaysia but at least their airport was pretty nice. It had been several hours since you’d last eaten so Nikki ordered a bunch of food for everyone to share from the only kiosk that was open in the middle of the night. You shared a thing of white rice with Sam but you didn’t have much of an appetite to try anything else which was a bummer since you didn’t know when you’d have another chance to.  

The third and final flight was a few hours later. By then, you’d had a little food and sleep so you weren’t feeling as dramatically miserable as before but the numb feeling of guilt still lingered in your stomach. You assumed that wouldn’t change- not until you came clean to Sam about... everything. And you couldn’t see yourself doing that any time in the foreseeable future because you were a pussy. 

You’d rather end this fling with Tom now and take it to your grave than lose your friendship with Sam. Was sleeping with someone twice considered a fling? Regardless, you had to end it before you got too attached. You weren’t sure what it was for Tom, but until he said otherwise you would stay under the impression that it was just sex. Again, it didn’t really matter what it was. You just had to put an end to it. You weren’t sure why you thought you could finally give into the sexual tension just because Tom found out you weren’t actually dating his brother but it didn’t matter now. It was too late and you were already suffering the consequences of your actions. 

You’d given Sam the window seat again which left you sandwiched in between him and Tom this time around, and being so close to him was making it difficult not to think about the intimate moments you’d shared with him. Your arms were just barely brushing against the armrest and yet that was the only part of your body that you could feel. He was just so warm that your attention was drawn to wherever your bodies connected- be it your arms, your lips, your thighs... but you couldn’t think about that now. Not when you were trying to cut yourself off from him in order to save your friendship. You wouldn’t have sex with Tom again. You couldn't.

You were shaken from your thoughts by Tom nudging your shoulder. You gave him a questioning look, wondering what he would have to say to you with your best friend sleeping right there. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, smirking as he did. 

“Wanna have sex?”

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