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neymarismyfave · 1 year
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Hello, I'm new to Tumblr. And I really enjoy writing so I'll be posting sorta often. Anyway I'll tell you who I'll write for, what I'll write about and what I wont write about. I'll also tell you some things about me. But on to the important stuff first....
Who I will write for:
Anyone.
What I will write: Smut, angst, fluff (Obvi), physical violence but nothing to extreme.
What I wont write: Rape, pedophile, abuse, self harm or anything similar.
Fun Facts about me...
-Im 18 years old.
- I have a younger brother.
- I have two pets.
- I love music and football.
- I'm obsessed with Neymar Jr.
Thanks for reading, if you dont mind, please request, stay safe, and have a wonderful day/night! Btw I'm already starting my first writing piece. It will have fluff but I dont know who it will be about yet. Thanks again!
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Sam holland smut?
18+ MDNI
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maple-the-awesome · 1 year
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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2
Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader
Words: 4,488
Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).
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PART ONE
You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.
You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.
You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?
"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.
You give a hum for it's all you can muster.
"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.
"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.
It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-
-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."
Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.
Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.
You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"
He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."
Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"
You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.
"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."
You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.
"...Which would make me hard for you..."
You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.
"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."
You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.
"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."
"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.
"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."
It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.
Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.
"May I?"
It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.
"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.
"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"
You hum, tossing your head back.
"Words, princess."
"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.
Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"
You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.
Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.
Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.
One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.
Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.
"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."
You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.
Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.
It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"
"Please."
Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.
You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.
With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."
"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?
"I could always finish myself off if-"
"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."
Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"
The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"
"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?
"Atta girl."
You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.
Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."
You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.
Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.
With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.
"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?
"Just." Thrust...
"Like." Thrust.
"You." Thrust!
"Planned!" THRUST!
Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"
Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.
"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.
 This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.
You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.
"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."
While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.
No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.
Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.
"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves. 
Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!
"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."
You whimper.
"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"
"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.
Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.
Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.
"Peter, what are-?"
"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.
"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?
Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?
"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"
So dirty. 
"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."
Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.
"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."
You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."
"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.
You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.
He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.
You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.
Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."
Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.
"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"
The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.
Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.
"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.
You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.
"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"
"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.
His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.
"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.
You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.
He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"
"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."
Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."
"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"
"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."
"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.
Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.
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spideyssunshine · 3 months
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new era starts now.
can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.
IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.
love,
chris :)
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noellie-writes217 · 1 month
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Word Diary
Chapter one: Whelve
Summary: Tom comes back from a hectic year to find his ex from his teens in his parents’ house. She’s got big plans for herself and all of Tom’s brothers know, he’s a risk for her.
Series warnings: Smut, exes to lovers, pining, additional warnings per chapter
Tom came home for the holidays on December twentieth of 2020 but was not expecting to see what he saw in his childhood home on that day. His mother sits there indulging in conversation with a friend she’s had since Tom was born.
“Tom! Honey! Look who’s here!” She points to her friend who’s been playing with a puppy.
“Hello Holly. It’s good to see you.” But it’s still really awkward given the history… but then again, Holly doesn’t know the history.
“Tom honey, come see Rosalind’s new puppy! His name is Cerberus.” Tom’s brows raise a little more when he hears the name.
Instead of kneeling and playing with the puppy immediately, he stands there for a second wondering if this is real or not.
He hears laughing from the kitchen, and then his younger brother Sam walks out with Holly’s daughter, Rosalind and a few dishes for dinner.
Once he sees Rosalind, everything stops for him. She’s wearing that smile she used to wear around him when they were alone and no one knew. The one he hasn’t seen in years. The one he’s dreamt of. The one Harrison has made fun of him for fantasizing over. The one he’s had no luck finding in any other girl. The one he fell in love with right before he left for carpentry school. It still hasn’t changed.
She looks up for a moment at him and her smile fades so she quickly leaves with Sam as he tells another story.
Harry of course notices and texts the brothers group chat calling an emergency meeting.
BROTHERS GROUPCHAT
Harry:Meeting in Paddy’s room. ASAP
Sam:why?
Paddy:Yeah and why my room?
Harry:All will be explained. Just get there
Tom:I just got home. Can it wait?
NON FAMOUS HOLLANDS
Harry: Tom’s still in love with Roz. He’s either gonna be a dick or a loser if we don’t talk to him about it. That’s why we need a meeting.
Sam: Seriously? Still? He was such a dick last time they saw each other.
Paddy: Agreed
Sam: If he starts acting like that again she might not just leave for Paris for school, she could leave forever
Harry: Thus why something. Needs. To. Be. Done.
Paddy: Meeting in my room
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All of the brothers get to Paddy’s room in a short few minutes. And Tom is told to sit on his bed while the twins get ready to interrogate him and paddy guards the door.
“I saw the way you looked at her Tom,” Harry starts.
Tom tries (and fails) to bullshit through this conversation, “what are you talking about?”
“We’re talking about you being awkward about Roz being here,” Sam chimes.
“Roz is like a sister to us, and we’ve seen you fuck it up with her to the point where she left the fucking country,” Harry says, “so whatever your thinking about her, stop. She’s too good for you and everyone knows it but you apparently.”
Tom gets angry at his younger brothers for trying to tell him what to do. He has since they were all little… well, little-er. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Rosalind left so she go to ballet school in Paris. That had nothing to do with me.”
Now it’s Paddy’s turn to speak up, “Oh yeah? When was the last time you talked to her?”
5 years almost. Right before he went to carpentry school.
“Exactly.” “We lost a sister because you were a fucking asshole.” Sam crosses his arms. “And she probably wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for that other dick.” His twin copies his gesture.
‘Does Roz have an ex?’ He wonders. She does not. The dick that Tom’s brothers are referring to is Rosalind’s father, who just got his mistress pregnant. Rosalind moved back to England to support her mother during the divorce.
“Look, mates,” Tom starts, “do you even know what happened between me and Roz?” It’s silent for a moment. “Exactly. So don’t assume that just because I used to like her, I’ll automatically still be in love with her. I’m not. Nor have I ever been!”
What Tom didn’t know was that Rosalind heard everything that just happened.
Instead of busting in on them, she just goes back downstairs and decides to text Sam that his dish was ready.
“Shit, my foods done,” he states, “let’s call this a wrap for now and follow up later.”
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The lot of them sit at the table eating the food Sam made.
Most if the conversation is made up by Tom’s parents and Rosalind’s mother. She compliments Sam on the food.
“Thank you so much, Holly. Roz made desert too, and it looks absolutely delicious. What’d you say it was?” Sam asks the girl.
“Lavender vanilla bean beignets.” She informs.
“My mouth is already watering with anticipation! That sounds lovely.” Tom’s father comments.
Roz has always been bashful when someone compliments her. Tom has always found it adorable… which is why he would compliment her any chance he had when they were teenagers.
“My friend’s mother taught me the recipe. She said it was a family recipe and I’m not allowed to tell anyone… so please don’t ask.” She jokes.
“Damn. That sucks. I was gonna ask for it.” Sam says.
Rosalind smiles lightly.
“So, Rosalind,” Nikki calls for the girl’s attention, “do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“Moving into my new flat, meeting up with some old friends, and then I have a date.”
Holly’s mother peeps up, “be careful, darling. Unless you’re lucky enough to marry a Holland, men tend to disappoint.”
Holly doesn’t know about Roz and Tom. That they used to see each other after the sun went down, sneaking out of each other’s windows to mess around.
Holly was a nurse who usually worked nights and Rosalind’s father was just an idiot who didn’t notice Tom taking the condoms.
“Trust me Mum. I know.” Rosalind’s eyes shift up to Tom for less than a second but it’s enough for the other boys to notice. Harry kicks his shin.
“Actually, I should probably get going now. There’s a lot of stuff I need to unpack. And Cerberus is getting sleepy. But I do hope you all enjoy desert.” She politely gets up from the table.
Nikki clicks her tongue, “Oh, darling! I was so hoping you could stay so we could discuss our plans for Christmas! And Tom just got back from filming. It’d be so lovely if you’d stay.”
“Love, if it’s just unpacking I’m sure one of the boys could help you tomorrow.” Dom says.
It’s true. All four boys would be more than willing. But it would be far too soon for Roz to be ok with it.
“No no. It’s ok. I also have to figure out some choreo for some clients.”
“Well let me help you with your stuff.” Sam offers.
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“So what exactly is your new job?” He asks once they’re alone.
Rosalind clips Cerberus’s collar and leash, “I’m a new ballerina for the royal ballet company. And when there’s time, I choreograph for musicians.”
He nods and grabs an umbrella. “You might want this.”
She smiles at the nostalgia, “I can’t believe you’ve had this in your umbrella bin all this time! Thank you Sammy.”
“You know you’re still the only person who gets to call me that.” He laughs
“What? Not even your girlfriend?”
“That’s still pretty new.” He explains, “you would have met her tonight, but she had her own family thing.”
“Well I’d love to meet her.” Rosalind pulls the strap of her bag onto her shoulder before opening the door. “And thanks for setting me up on that date.” She calls out before patting her thigh for Cerberus to follow her. She waved one last time to the boy before leaving on her way.
Little did either of them know that Tom heard the entire conversation between them.
“What the hell, Sam!” He claps his brother on the back once Rosalind is out of eyesight and earshot.
Sam shrugs, “You know, for a guy who said he was never in love with her, you seem to care an awful lot. Maybe I should set you up with someone too.” With that, Sam walks back inside.
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babyparker13 · 2 months
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This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭
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heytherejulia · 2 years
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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
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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. 
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‘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.
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hollandfromhell · 2 years
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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 :)
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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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ihad-athought · 2 days
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HELLO PEOPLES. Im Ihad_athought and this is my first post
Sooo i do sam and cloby, timothee chalamet, tom holland and more fics
I do EVERYTHING even nsfw
Love you all smmmm❤️
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tomhollandandtessa · 2 years
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Happy to announce I’m back on my Tom Holland bullshit :))
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petersniya · 2 years
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IM BACKKKKK 🫶🏽
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recently I’ve been dealing with changing schools so i’ve been busy and my brother also left for college and we are extremely close so i took it pretty hard but im back and better and ITS MY FAVORITE SZN QUEEENNN- FALL 🤭 so i’m gonna be writing a lot since all that bullshit is outta the way and i’m in a writing mood lmao. ALSO i just started watching supernatural and i’m obsessed
here’s a list of who i’m taking request for (and if u already requested God knows how long ago remind me and i’ll do it first!)
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sam winchester
dean winchester
peter parker (mcu)
anakin skywalker
peter hayes
bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw
dean forester
IF I CHANGE WHO IM TAKING REQUEST FOR (add to the list) I WILL LET YOU KNOW!!
REQUEST AWAY!!! and lmk if u wanna be tagged
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marvelgirlstories · 7 months
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Masterlist
George Weasley
Stucky
Tom Holland and Family
Harry Potter - nothing yet
Marvel
Marvel cast - nothing yet
Fic Recs
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Requests 
Hey everyone!
now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.
thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started
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spideyssunshine · 3 months
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please send me requests!!
i write for:
tom holland
mcu peter parker
harrison osterfield
harry holland
sam holland
lots of love, chris 💝
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noellie-writes217 · 4 days
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Sillage- word diary
Summary: instead of dealing with his feelings properly, Tom decides to go clubbing.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, distraction, regret, insinuation, a little body shaming, strong body language
A/N: this took forever but it’s finally done. DM me if you want to be on my taglist
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The next day, Tom is chilling with Haz and Tuwaine.
“She was there yesterday.” Tom says. All three were mid-video game.
“Who?” Tuwaine asks.
“Rosalind.”
Almost immediately, Tuwaine pauses the game— much too soon for Harrison’s liking. “Fucking hell!” He throws the controller, nearly hitting Tom.
“Rosalind’s back from Paris?”
“Actually she was in New York.”
“Is she just back for the holidays?” Harrison asks. Tom shook his head, “I don’t think so. My mum said something about her being in a ballet company.”
“Well good for her.”
It gets quiet for a moment unto Tom speaks up once more. “I think I’m still in love with her.”
Harrison nods but says nothing, already knowing that Tom never stopped loving her.
“What are you doing about it?” Tuwaine asks.
Tom shrugs, “I can’t do anything. My brothers have basically banned me from it.”
“Well what happened at dinner? Did you even talk to her?”
“I couldn’t,” he runs his hands through his hair. “There was never time for a moment alone, and even if there was like two minutes, one of the twins took it from me.”
Harrison knows far too much about the situation to pay full attention, and instead suggests going out as a distraction. To which, Tom reluctantly agrees. Although Tuwain would rather Tom try to talk through his issue instead.
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The club is loud but not too crowded due to COVID
restrictions. In fact, the music was entirely too loud for the number of people in the building.
It’s nice at first. The alcohol and bouncing bodies distract him from his thoughts of his childhood crush.
The woman he dances with now almost looks like her, but without Rosalind’s freckles, green eyes, or grace.
Her hair is also a different color. Rosalind’s hair is a brunette color, and this woman’s hair is dyed burgundy. Her nose concave, but Rosalind has a Grecian nose— something she is, or was, insecure about, but Tom wouldn’t change it for the world.
This girl’s dancing was desperate and clumsy, a stark contrast to Rosalind’s disciplined coordination.
She puts her back to Tom’s chest and pulls his hands to her chest, then glides them down to her hips and thighs— one hand much lower and centered than the other. Tom could practically feel her clitoris under his fingertips.
She is certainly not the woman Tom wants to be touching like this, but they never are. Tom tries to find some pleasure in touching her, the way she wants him so desperately, how her ass finds into his crotch.
His eyes close as he tries so hard to see this girl the same way he sees Rosalind, but to no avail. The stranger doesn’t even notice when Tom slips away, his body being replaced with one just as eager as her’s.
He looks back for just a moment, and understands what a line meant in a movie he shot meant on a new level: “it’s just a little weird when you’re at the party with the girl on the table, fucking a ghost.”
He heads to the bar and asks for another brew. As he waits, he studies the bar tender as she mixes drinks, one way of trying to prepare for a role he’s meant to play in the coming year.
In a matter of minutes, he’s zoned out, thinking of the last time he saw Rosalind before leaving for carpentry school and not hearing from her for almost five years.
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At the age of 17 years old, Tom had completed his role in The Heart of the Sea, a movie he thought would be his big break simply because of some big names like Chris Hemsworth— instead, it just grew his ego the even bigger than the grinch’s heart by the end of the movie. He hadn’t known much about what Rosalind did during that time. He did know that the only two places she would go were school and ballet, she did anything she could to get into Paris Opera House Ballet School.
It had seemed like the only times Tom would test her was to ask for photos, not the instagram worthy photos, the photos that make you sweat when you sit at a church sermon for too long. He wanted to send her some back of him, but he’d lost an unhealthy amount of weight and Rosalind hated seeing him like that… it scared her. She was always worried that one day he might just pass out, out of nowhere. She sent him the photos when he asked, usually he’d reply with an ‘I love you’ or a ‘you’re so fucking hot, I miss you so much’ or even the occasional ‘I wish I was with you instead of here,’ but when he didn’t reply, she got insecure, just like any other girl her age. And it didn’t help that her classmates made comments about how often she ate, saying things like ‘Roz how is it that you are never full?’ One group of girls even said that she grazed like a cow. Rosalind knows that they didn’t understand she had a fast metabolism, and whatever excess calories she might have had would be burned off during her dance practices, and even Rosalind didn’t understand that her body needed her to eat as much as it could.
Tom had no clue about what was happening at school, and Rosalind didn’t want to tell him. If she’s being completely honest at that time, she didn’t even know if her would care.
He just seemed so excited about filming a movie with Chris Hemsworth, everything else just seemed so unimportant. And Rosalind was proud of him. He was fulfilling dreams, but part of her was also jealous.
Jealous that her boyfriend was off living the dream while she was busy being called fat and getting hit on and harassed by boys she barely knew.
Of course Tom would’ve dropped everything to make Rosalind feel better, which is one more reason not to tell him. She didn’t want a boyfriend that would make a husband and later, a father. She wanted someone she could be a teenager with.
Tom doesn’t remember much from the night they broke up, given the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the distraction of her body on his, which is why he had so much trouble coming to terms with it. What he remembers most, however, is her mental distance from her boyfriend.
“I’m so glad that I’m back here, love,” he said as he laid down next to her, “I wish I didn’t have to leave for carpentry school next week. At least we have now… ” he leans in for another kiss but she dodges.
“Im glad you’re back too…” she starts, “but we need to talk.”
Tom sits back up straight with his brows furrowed.
“Look,” she tries to sound calm as she breaks the news, “while you were filming, I had a recital—“ “I know, you got the lead for Giselle.” She takes a deep breath, “There were talent scouts there and I was offered a scholarship.”
Tom gets excited, “Darling! That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!”
She sucks in a breath, “you didn’t let me finish… the scholarship is to Paris Opera House.”
Tom’s face drops a bit, “I thought wanted to go to Royal Ballet School? Here. In London?”
“Royal ballet was plan b. You know that I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.” She takes his hands in her own, but he pulls away and gets off the bed.
“What’s wrong with London?”
“Are you kidding? Tom, that’s like comparing London to LA for actors. It’s nice, but you learn a hell of a lot more in LA than London as an actor. I can’t believe you’re being such a dick! I thought you would be happy for me!”
“What about me? Am I supposed to wait until you turn 18 and then I just move to France for you?”
She waited for him to finish filming every single movie he’s been in. “I’ve been doing the same for you since you were in The Impossible. It’s not that big of a deal!”
“You’re asking me to give you my life!”
“The same way you asked me to do the same for you!”
“Yeah but in my career I’m not gonna have to retire by the time I’m thirty!” Tom knows he made a mistake as soon as those words left his lips.
Although it’s true that while women are the stars and symbol of the ballet industry, men are the ones who succeed in the industry. Women retire from the ballet industry by thirty-five on average, having made significantly less than their male counterparts. And male choreographers make more than females as well.
Rosalind’s jaw dropped and her eyes began to well. Tom takes a step toward her side of the bed. He extends a hand to her, but she pulls away and crosses her arms across her chest.
“Roz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“
“No! Get the fuck out!”
“Roz—“
“I said get out you div! What the fuck is wrong with you! Get out of my house!”
Tom throws his head back to look at the ceiling before grabbing his bag.
“And don’t worry, Tom. You won’t have to worry about going to Paris, because we’re done.” She cries.
“And at least my career won’t turn me into some egocentric wanker who thinks they don’t have to try after they worked with one fucking name! No one gives a flying fuck that you worked with Chris Hemsworth! He sure as hell doesn’t!” She’s now screaming in her fit of anger.
“For future reference, you’re not big just because you worked with a big name, you’re big when big names know yours. Now fuck off, you wanker!”
Tom wants to say something— anything to keep her. But he loves her too much to keep her in a relationship with someone who hurt her.
After that fateful night, they never saw each other again. Tom wrote her notes, bought her flowers, but she never spoke to him again. So Tom threw himself into his work, which worked out for the best. If the two never broke up, Tom would have stayed in his hot headed era, letting his ego get the best of him. He might not have refined his talent to get his big break as Spider-Man. He has Rosalind to thank for his career, and she has him to thank for her trust issues.
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Tom has spent too many hours in his lifetime regretting what happened that night. And he’s doing it right now too. He barely even notices the guy next to him making advances at some poor girl until he gets the smell of her perfume, the same kind that she’s warn since she was a teenager, the same scent that’s been in Tom’s head since the two broke up.
“C’mon love, let’s get out of here and go back to my place.” The man nudged the woman. She stays calm and collected, “I already told you, I have plans in the morning, so I can’t. Maybe some other time.”
It’s Rosalind. Tom’s heart begins to race.
“Rozy, it’ll be fine. I’ll drive you to wherever you need tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry, Danny, but I can’t! I’m seeing an old family friend tomorrow. And besides, I’m just not sure you’re my type.” She laughs nervously.
“Oh ouch.” He laughs, “well then what is your type? Am I too tall for you?”
A dig at her last few relationships. Tom rolls his eyes.
“Danny just let it go. I’m not going home with you, you’re not going home with me. I have shit to do in the morning, and a dog to take care of when I get home.” She’s at another level of annoyed. Tom’s only ever seen Rosalind at this state twice before— when Harry cut the line and became the reason she had to wait an extra thirty minutes for a rollercoaster while he got to go ahead, and when someone got the dance solo she wanted and went all pick-me to Roz.
Danny continues to push and Rosalind continues to try to not sound like a bitch. The back and forth continues for another few minutes until Tom decides he’s had enough.
“Mate, she said she’s not going home with you. Give it a rest,” both Rosalind and Danny look over to see that it was who spoke up, Rosalind hadn’t even known he was at the club.
Tom sits there drinking a bottle of beer, not even looking at the couple.
Danny pops his neck, “I’m sorry, but this is none of your business, now is it bruv?”
Tom shrugs it off, “maybe not, but you made it this entire place’s problem when you decided to not let her fucking leave alone.”
Rosalind almost smiles— almost.
“Do you think that badgering her continually is gonna raise your chances of getting laid? Because I promise it won’t.”
Danny finally recognizes Tom, “Aren’t you Spider-Man?”
“Not right now.”
“Well come on, let’s go!” Danny puts his hands up. Tom just sighs, “You’re drunk, and you seem like you fight sloppy when you’re sober. I’m not gonna fight you.”
Rosalind finally speaks up, “Danny I’m leaving. Don’t call me.” She smiles sarcastically and walks away.
This time Tom follows close behind, “Roz, wait!”
She’s waiting for her coat.
“Don’t call me that! You lost that privilege.”
Tom puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry—“
“And what the hell are you doing here, Tom? Did Sam tell you I would be here?”
“No, no. Sam didn’t tell me anything. I came with Haz.”
“Miss, here’s your coat.”
Rosalind takes her coat, “Look, Tom, I need to go.”
“Can I walk you home? I just feel like we have a lot to catch up on.”
She shrugs, “Sure.”
Tom asks the coatcheck for his. And the two walk out together.
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summary: You and Peter are supposed to be arch enemies. Your families look down upon and spit on one another. But maybe something will change their hearts.
Warnings: ANGST, smut in later chapters, character death, all of the warnings that go along with normal Romeo and Juliet, Avengers being douchy, VERY MINOR AGE GAP, hints of Dom!Peter, experienced!Peter x innocent!reader, cursing
pairings: peterparker(mcu)xreader, wandaxreader(plutonic) basically everyonexreader(plutonic), pietromaximoffxreader
Prologue:
Many, Many years ago lived two young kids in love. One came from the blood of Stark, the other from the blood of Rogers. The families were nothing less than enemies with no respect for each other and a cold hatred for one another. The noble house of Stark raised some of the best and brightest whereas the house of Rogers raised the most powerful and brave. The beautiful Y/n L/n came from the house of Rogers where her gifts were nurtured and even encouraged. And up until the age of 16, she knew nothing but happiness and love from her father Steve Rogers (who adopted her) and her mother Natasha Romanoff. The other part of the shared heart, Peter Parker was brought into the house of Stark for his unwavering loyalty and his incredible intelligence. However, up until he turned 17, he felt as if something was missing. He was fawned over and gawked at however he could never find anyone who was worth his time, no matter how hard the other members of Stark tried. Tony would host grand parties and balls but no one piqued Peter’s interest. They were all the same it felt like; lacking any sort of intelligence or substance. One day, Peter decided he had had enough,
Present Day:
(Peter’s POV)
It was another day. Tony had decided to throw another ball tonight to celebrate his house making well into the trillions and beating out Steve’s house who was still in the millions. Peter never cared about money because he was poor before he was taken in. He remembered the nights May would go hungry just to feed him and now, it was disgusting how rich May and Him are thanks to him just following his moral compass and deciding to intern under Stark. Peter loved learning all about science and mathematics but he always felt like he wanted more. He wanted a companion to share his passion for the disciplines and it didn’t even have to be Math or Science. He wanted to make love and not just have mindless sex; and talk about the world afterwards. If it boiled down to it, he wanted to run away and be with the woman he loves. 
Peter pulled himself out of a trance when he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.:
“Sir. Parker, Mr. Leeds is here to see you”
“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Peter sighed.
“No problem, sir” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered systematically.
Ned came right behind F.R.I.D.A.Y. and saw Peter’s glum face:
“Hey dude” Ned nodded
“Hey man” Peter smiled.
They both exchanged their handshake before going out for a walk under the citrus trees:
“Why the long face?” Ned asked.
“No reason. I’m good.” Peter said without even looking up.
“Peter, I know when you're lying. We’ve been friends for 11 years. Is this about the girl thing again?” Ned asked even though he already knew the answer when Peter’s silence confirmed it.
“Dude” Ned rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know, it’s stupid but it’s really eating me up inside. I just want somebody.” Peter sighed.
“Tell you what, we can pick up some girls at the ball tonight.” Ned said.
“NED I’M SICK OF “PICKING UP GIRLS” I WANT A WIFE NOT A WHORE.” Peter yelled.
“okay dude, you didn't have to yell” Ned said quietly.
“I’m sorry bro. Maybe she’ll be at the ball tonight.” Peter said, trying to fix the situation.
“I hope so” Ned said. They fist bumped and kept walking.
(Y/n’s POV)
“Y/NNNNNNN” Your mom called.
“COMINGGG” You replied.
You check your clock and it’s 11:00 AM. You slipped on your robe and headed downstairs because if you didn’t, your mom would drag you out of your bed. You reached the bottom of the stairs when you see Wanda, Sam, Bucky and your dad at the table:
“Look all I’m saying is that Stark is only throwing the ball because he has nothing better to do with his time and he’s an arrogant ass-” Sam started.
“Hey, Y/n!” Wanda shouted interrupting. This earned her an eye roll from Sam.
“Hey, Wands” You say.
“Hey I wanted to talk to you about why you're spending so much time in your room.” Nat said.
“No reason. I just like it up there.” You reply.
Wanda reads your mind and sees the true reason for your depression. 
“Ugh this again?” Wanda questions.
“Oh God, Y/n not this partner rant again.” Your mom says. “What partner rant?” Steve asked
“Y/n is just lonely.” Nat says passively. 
“As many people as there are in this house and you're lonely??” Steve asks.
“Dad I'm not lonely. I just want a partner, someone who shares my intellect and ambitions.” You say.
“What intellect?” Steve asks half jokingly.
You were getting fed up at this point and decided to go upstairs and change into a comfy outfit and go for a walk:
“Where are you going?” Your mom asks.
“For a walk” You say not even bothering to shoot her a glance.
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