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ptergwen · 2 years
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starks daughter reader x peter parker, making out? like the avengers ask jarvis to show what’s happening in her room and they see what’s happening?
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w/c: 719
warnings: 18+, explicit language, implied smut
a/n: i made one little change so it’s friday instead of jarvis but everything else is the same so i hope you don’t mind and that you enjoy! also don’t forget to join my new taglist y’all mwah
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“y/n…”
you’re kissing down peter’s neck, lips leaving goosebumps on his skin. he’s practically writhing underneath you, and you’ve hardly even done anything.
yet.
“y/n, baby.”
you grip the collar of peter’s shirt in both hands and bring your lips to the shell of his ear.
“yes, peter?”
“c’mon, we can’t. we’re… we’re gonna be late for dinner.”
“wouldn’t you rather eat me instead?”
your teeth sink into peter’s earlobe, a hand traveling down to the bottom of his shirt. peter throws his head back and closes his eyes, trying to resist you, but he can’t. you’re his weakness.
“fuck, y/n/n. don’t do this to me.”
“what, is there something else you want me to do to you?”
you start to pull peter’s shirt over his head, but he grabs both your hands in one of his.
“we’ve gotta go join the others. you know how important team dinners are to your dad.”
“and you know how much i despise them.”
“yeah, but i don’t understand why. i think they’re a sweet idea.”
“i think they suck.”
“how come?”
“steve makes the blandest food, thor has literally zero table manners, and everyone’s always asking me questions. way too many questions.”
“you mean trying to get to know you?”
“it’s the fucking worst.”
peter chuckles and pulls you in by your waist.
“you really are a stark.”
“am i? because the leader of the pack came up with this whole team dinner thing.”
“your dad just wants everyone to spend more time together.”
“well, i just wanna spend time with you.”
you peck peter’s lips. peter smiles and secures his arms around your waist.
“at least wanda’s cooking tonight. means the food will actually have some flavor.”
“yippee.”
peter lets out a breath.
“i’d be more than happy to eat you for dessert, but dinner first, okay?”
“or i could be your appetizer.”
your lips attack peter’s before he can respond. despite himself, he gives in this time, kissing back with just as much fervor.
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“what’s taking them so long? the chicken paprikash is almost done.”
“looks delish, wanda. i’ve never had sokovian food before.”
“oh, thank you, scott. you’ll love it.”
“sure, sure. i bet i will. i just, y’know… it won’t be spicy, will it?”
sam elbows bucky’s arm.
“dude thinks paprika is spicy.”
“and i thought i was bad.”
scott frowns.
“what? it’s a spice, isn’t it?”
tony enters the dining room with a grin, rubbing his hands together.
“hey, gang. smells good in here, little red.”
“thanks, tony. i’m just about ready to serve it. we’re waiting on the kids.”
“oh? they’re still not down yet?”
“nope,” bruce sighs. “i saw them sneaking up to y/n’s room earlier,” natasha smirks. “dang, you didn’t have to rat them out,” sam remarks.
“like you wouldn’t do the same.”
“fair.”
“stop teasing, you two,” steve chastises. “no, no. this is true. i passed little stark and the spiderling on the stairs,” thor says.
tony glares at thor.
“so you all knew they were canoodling, and no one thought to tell me?”
“uh oh, drama,” scott whispers to wanda. “canoodling?” natasha snorts.
steve shoots them both looks.
“i’m sure they’re on their way down, tony.”
“yeah? let’s find out.”
tony double taps his glasses. his artificial intelligence comes to life.
“friday, show me y/n.”
“on it, boss.”
friday taps into her system that’s installed in your room and broadcasts the feed to tony’s glasses. he immediately regrets asking her to do so when he sees what you’re up to. yours and peter’s tongues are quite literally down each other’s throats, and peter is trying to take your bra off, but struggling to unhook it.
tony rips off his glasses and tosses them onto the dining room table. he shudders, shaking his head to rid his mind of the image. natasha puts on tony’s glasses to see for herself.
“yup. they’re canoodling, alright.”
“for real? this i’ve gotta see.”
“wait your turn, wilson.”
tony snatches his glasses back from natasha.
“absolutely not. no one will be taking turns watching my daughter and parker swap spit. have some class, will you?”
“yeah, have some class!” thor chimes in through a mouthful of bread wanda had put on the table.
wanda joins everyone with a serving plate of food.
“chicken paprikash, anyone?”
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bradtomlovesya · 9 months
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GHOSTFACE
Tom Holland x Actress! Reader
Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)
W/C: 1.1k+
A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻
Gif not mine
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Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.
Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.
A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.
You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.
So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.
As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.
"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.
"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.
"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.
"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.
"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.
"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.
"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"
All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.
Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.
"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.
"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.
Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.
"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.
"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.
They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.
They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.
"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.
It was time to end the joke.
"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.
"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.
"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.
"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.
"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.
"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."
Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."
"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.
"What do you mean?" asked Tom.
"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"
"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.
"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.
"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."
They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.
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softholand · 1 year
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spidey kisses | tom holland
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pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader
summary: tom gets a little jealous when he finds out, through your old high school journals, that another spider-man had your teenage heart
warnings: a tiny bit of cursing i think
words: 1.7k
a/n: i wrote this??? after almost a year without writing anything??? what??? this is so random, i know but i had this idea a long time ago so when inspiration finally came i decided to just do it lol this is another part of my youtuber!reader series but it can also be read on its own. i really hope you guys like it, pls let me know what you think, your feedback is always appreciated 🫶
You positioned your camera on top of one of the dozens of boxes filling your soon-to-be, old living room. The box labeled KITCHEN was the chosen one to work as a tripod, and as you adjusted the lenses of your camera, you prayed it’d be stable enough for you to film your video. “You ready?” Tom asks as he exits the kitchen, rubbing his hands together. “Almost. Sit down so I can make sure it’s centered.” You tell him, watching in the visor of your camera as he takes a seat on your sofa.
Once everything is ready, you press the play button and start recording, before taking a seat next to your boyfriend. “Hi everyone, welcome back to my channel! I have a special guest with me on today’s video, which isn’t that special anymore since he likes… shows up in every other one of my videos now. No offense." As you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, you catch his dumbfounded expression. “Some taken.” He feigns being upset about your words before introducing himself to the camera.
With a shake of your head, you continue. “If you follow me on Instagram, then you already know this but… we are moving.” You and Tom say in unison. “Actually, I am the one moving.” You correct yourself. “Yeah, we were basically already living together so it just didn’t make sense having two separate places,” Tom explains to the camera. “So now I’m moving out of my apartment into this one’s place.” You bump your shoulder against your boyfriend and he smiles at you.
“Anyways, my living room is now full of boxes, so much so that my camera is currently sitting on top of at least three of them.” You laugh. “The thing is, when you move, you end up finding stuff you didn’t even know you had, and that’s exactly what today’s video is about.” You tell the camera, getting a box from behind your couch. “As I was looking through my old stuff, I found these.” You laugh at Tom’s clueless face. “These are my high-school journals.” You say, watching as he starts eagerly rummaging through them. “Holy shit! I can’t believe you still have it.” Tom exclaims, already picking one. “Right? So yeah, I thought it’d be fun to go through them and see what my teenage self was like. Oh, and embarrass myself, of course.” You laugh, watching as Tom flips through the pages.
Once your boyfriend finds something, he turns one of the pages to you. “Look at this!” He says excitedly, showing you a page full of collages of One Direction pictures. “Oh my God, I was a real One Direction fan when I was younger.” You say, already feeling your cheeks burning. “Can I show them?” Tom asks. “Go ahead!” You nod, laughing at his excited expression. “You’re really having fun with this, huh?” You laugh, going back to the pages. “You have no idea!” Tom says with a huge smirk on his face.
After flipping through more pages, you found an entry that makes you laugh. “August 9: “Today was a good day. Brendan asked what brand my sneakers were. I told him: “Adidas”, and he said: “Nice!” before walking off.” God, I can’t believe I’m putting this out there on the internet. You remember Brendan?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow warm. “Not really. Was he your crush?” Tom said, a smirk still plastered on his lips. “Yep! I think we’ll see him pop up a lot of times here.” You said, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s smug look.
As you continued to look through the journals, you kept finding more and more entries about Brendan, just like you thought. “August 15: “Today Brendan gave me a hug. He said I smelled good and when I said he did too, he laughed. I like his laugh. I think I’m in love with him.” Oh, you’re not honey!” You laughed, feeling embarrassed. “Oh, that escalated quickly!” Tom let it out while searching your other journal. “That’s not fair! All you have here is One Direction collages.” Your boyfriend groaned. “Yeah, I think that one was like my scrapbook. This one has the good stuff.” You laughed.
With a little more rummaging, Tom showed you a page covered with The Hunger Games pictures. “Ah yes, my old The Hunger Games days.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, who seemed pretty entertained with a page dedicated to Peeta. “I definitely remember him being your favorite,” Tom asked. “Yeah, he still is and to this day I still love this franchise.” You proudly exclaimed, watching your boyfriend nod. “Yeah, they’re pretty good.” Tom let it out.
Bringing your attention back to the journal in your hands, you found an entry that made you laugh. “Oh, this is a big one! September 22: “Brendan and I shared our first kiss today. It was perfect, I just wish we had more time before Ashley saw us.” You read, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. “Was that your first kiss?” Tom asked. “No, my first kiss was with a guy named Lucas, behind one of the school’s gates. The headmaster caught us and we got suspended.” That made your boyfriend laugh, to the point he was clutching his stomach.
“I honestly don’t remember any of this,” Tom mumbled. “Yeah, you were kinda busy becoming an international movie star.” You smiled, earning a roll of eyes from him. “Who was this Ashley girl?” Your boyfriend asked, giving you his full attention. “I think she liked Brendan at the time, I don’t actually remember.” You said, trying to work through your memories. “What I do know is that Brendan and I didn’t last long after that.” You shrugged. “Bye Brendan.” Tom gave the camera an adorable little wave, making you chuckle.
After a couple of minutes, you turned to your boyfriend, who seemed pretty into this whole thing. “Did you find anything good?” You asked. “Nah, just more collages of One Direction.” He shrugged, turning a few more pages before stopping on one of them. “Oh, my God!” Your boyfriend gasped, turning the journal away so you couldn’t see what he had found. “What?” You asked, watching as his eyes grew wide. “What is it? Is it bad? Tell me!” You practically pleaded, wanting nothing more than to reach for the journal and snatch it out of your boyfriend’s hands. “I cannot believe you did this!” Tom shook his head, seemingly disappointed with you. “What did I do? Stop gatekeeping it from me.” You begged, finally getting Tom to show you what he was hiding.
Two whole pages of the journal were covered with pictures of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man. In the center of it, a heart with another picture of Andrew and the words: “Favorite Spider-Man Ever” scribbled in your handwriting. “Oh shit!” Was all you could say, as you tried your best to keep yourself from laughing. Tom kept looking at you as you fought back your smile. “I’m sorry, baby!” You tried hugging your boyfriend but he pushed you away. “You really hurt my feelings with this one.” Tom choked, using all his actor qualities to fake a few tears.
Reaching for the journal, you found more pages filled with Andrew Garfield and Spider-Man pics. “God, I remember being obsessed with the Spectacular Spider-Man movies.” You added, flipping through more pages. “This is humiliating!” Tom mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. “Shut up! You were a big fan too.” You exclaimed, biting back a smile. “Not to the point of writing about him in my journal.” Your boyfriend whined, making you chuckle. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were going to play Spider-Man one day when I wrote this.” You gave Tom your best puppy eyes. “I think we should talk about this whole moving situation,” Tom mumbled, and you could see he was holding back a smile. “Oh, shut up!” You laughed, flipping him off.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Tom take his phone out and snap a picture of some of the pages. “What are you doing?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “I have to send these to Andrew.” Your boyfriend replied, a huge smirk dancing on his lips. “No fucking way!” You exclaimed, taking his phone out of his hands. “What? Why not?” Tom asked, biting back a smile. “Are you kidding? I will not be able to look at his face anymore.” You said.
Closing both of the journals, you stuffed them back into the box they came from. “Oh, c’mon!” Your boyfriend tried again but you were not having it. “Don’t even waste your time. You’re not convincing me.” You told him. “I’ll just send him this video.” Tom shrugged, laughing at your murderous expression. “Don’t you dare, Thomas! I’ll cut your balls off!” You said, giving him a warning look.
After checking for how long you’ve been filming, you decided it was time to end the video. “Well, I think that’s enough for today. Maybe we can come back another time to look through my other journals. As always, make sure to give this video a big thumbs up if you liked it, and don’t forget to subscribe to my channel if you haven’t already. Anything to say?” You turned to your boyfriend. “Thank you for having me once again. It was really fun!” Tom smiled, putting one of his arms behind your back. “Thank you for watching, I love you guys and I’ll see you in my next video. Bye!” After a little wave, you got to your feet and turned the camera off.
As you turned back to your boyfriend, you caught him already looking at you. “You were not actually jealous, right?” You asked, wanting to make sure you two were good. “Nah, I was just playing along,” Tom said, watching as you approached him and collapsed on his lap. “Good, because Andrew could have my heart back then but you one hundred percent own it now.” You smiled, folding your arms behind his neck. “Yeah?” Your boyfriend smirked, taking hold of your hips. You nodded, lowering your mouth to his. “Now give me a kiss, Spidey!” The words had barely left your lips before Tom captured them on his own with such fervency you doubted his previous words.
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shawnxstyles · 1 year
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So happy you listed your boundaries. Some writes don't and they get mad when you request when you have no clue :( Request Please: Tom girl catches him napping naked and she loves his ass and eats it till he cums.
sunday morning
warnings: smut; (m- receiving [somnophobia {this is technically dub-con} soft ass biting/fingering {barely}, ass being ate!! 😜, slight dirty talk], and a bit of fluff
note: i don’t know how to feel about this! 😃
you step out of the shower, grabbing the nearest towel. you felt calm as you dabbed away the moisture and slipped into lounge clothes.
the house was quiet and peaceful: it was the perfect sunday morning.
you woke up early and went on a jog. usually, you went with tom if he had to go to work early, but today he had the day off. you let him sleep in, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he smiles lazily unconscious.
you also did a bit of food and clothes shopping. you enjoyed your own time, wandering around the aisles and clothing racks wondering what you felt like. in a way, it was comforting and relaxing, and a type of self-care that could only be done by yourself.
but of course, nothing topped being with tom. he was the light in your life, he made everything greater than it ever had been. just thinking about him made you go home.
once you showered and dressed, you waltzed into your shared bedroom. tom’s figure was half covered by the thick duvet, his bare back visible to you. you smiled adoringly at the view, walking towards him and slipping into the bed. lifting the covers, your eyebrows raise cheekily at the full view (literally). tom slept naked, body muscular and relaxed.
your hands craved to run your nails along his back, scratching him lovingly. his bare bottom looked as soft as ever and you instinctively had the urge to bite it.
folding over the duvet, you place your hands on his buff shoulders, massaging softly. your lips peck small kisses along his spine, skin warm and smooth as you make your way down. you feel his body calmly rise up and down with every balanced breath.
when you reach his tailbone, your fingers massage his hips while your thumbs rub over his butt cheeks. a satisfied hum vibrates through tom’s body as you begin to widen his ass. your lips trace gentle kisses on his rear until you softly bite on the thick skin. you lick away any pain and do it a few more times. he shifts, but doesn’t wake up.
soon, his cheeks are completely spread and you slide your tongue in between them. your warm muscle licks around his tight hole, lubricating it with your saliva. he softly gasps, awakening from his sleep.
“baby,” he sighs, voice raspy and crackling. his sound makes you moan, a soft electricity shooting up his spine.
your tongue finally slots into his hole, causing him to clench from the unfamiliar feeling. he sighs again, gravelly as he lets you eat him out. you twist and twirl your muscle as your hands knead the soft skin of his rear. your nose pokes at him as his muscles tense and quiver from the pleasure.
“fuck, y/n,” he moans, breathing no longer calm. the rising and falling of his abdomen gets more unsteady as you move your tongue brisker and deeper in his hole.
he clutches around you and shoots his hand to his rock hard cock. he uses his own pre-cum to stroke himself, helping him get to his release.
his thighs squeeze when your tongue twists with a brutal pace as his high approaches him. he screws his eyes shut and sloppily rubs up and down his twitching cock.
you plop your mouth off of his tense hole and dip your thumb slightly inside.
“are you going to come, tommy?” your eyelashes blink innocently as you see bliss cascade over his features.
his stomach clenches and balls tighten as the white liquid spurts from the head of his cock. rubbing his hole, you bend over and lick away all of his orgasm, cleaning him up. he jerks subtly, sensitive at the tip. you stare up at him, a weary, endearing smile curling up his face.
“how was that, baby?”
“it was… surprising good, darling,” he chuckles as you crawl up his naked body.
he lays on his back as you rest on his chest. you smile happily as your ear feels every beat of his heart.
“you know,” he starts, “i’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“and what would you like to eat, my love?” you rest your chin on the top of your hand as you face up at him. with a smug smile, he gently swipes the hair from your face.
“i’ve got something in mind.”
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borhapparker · 1 year
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since your requests are opened... maybe peter parker having a polaroid camera (or a disposable camera) and constantly taking pictures of you both together and some of just you and then compiling it all for you for an occasion or after a fight 🥺🥺🥺 and iDK IT MAKES YOU FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN
this is adorable!! (also i'm back hehe)
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Peter had always loved photography. It had been a passion passed down from his father, then uncle, and now he held the camera in his hands, having captured memories over decades. He never had a reason to use it other than to fool around while on patrol, until he met you.
You were a work of art to him, something to admire, something to photograph occasionally. He had asked you out after you partnered with him for a photography assignment, a candid of you laughing caught by Peter with a note under that said "Will you be mine?"
Cheesy, you will admit, but you loved it. That was one of the things you loved about Peter, along with his photography skills, it was like having the ultimate significant other. He could capture your good side and compliment it, but also your 'bad side' (as you put it), and still be called beautiful because in his eyes you were.
There was never a time, whether you were on a date with Peter, in class or just studying at your apartment, he always had his camera with him. He never let you see the film or answered your question as to what he was photographing. He always just smiled and shrugged.
Sometimes you thought he was married to the camera, taking it everywhere with him, even if it was just a quick trip to the grocery store. And when it broke that one time he took it on patrol, you made sure to get him a replacement the very next day.
Both of you were calm together, loving and never getting into arguments. But when there was an occasional argument, it was important, and something the two of you had to address.
"Here's the thing, Peter, you can't just schedule a date with me and bail on me last minute. Yes, you may be a superhero, but you still have your life outside the suit."
"Look, babe, I swear it wasn't on purpose. I wasn't even going to bring the suit with me until my senses kicked in." he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "I wanted to go out with you, I swear, time just got away from me."
"That's not the first time you've used that excuse. Peter, I'm getting sick of this. How are we going to make this work if I'm always going to be second in your life?"
"You are always first on my list, I promise. This is the last time, I promise it won't happen again. We can go again tomorrow, re-do our date, and go out together."
"I don't want a do-over, I wanted the date today. I'm done waiting, Peter. I need someone who wants to be with me no matter the circumstance. How can I be sure that's you?"
"Let me make it up to you, please. Baby, give me another chance."
Walking out of the apartment, your eyes burned, tears pooling and blurring your vision. Wiping away the stray ones, you headed on the bus, taking the route straight home, wanting nothing but to be alone.
Your keychain clinked with the pressure you placed on turning the key as you walked into your apartment, breathing in the comfort of your own home. Locking the door behind you, you made your way to your room, as you opened the door and gasped.
On your bed, and the floor, were countless polaroids, all spread out. Each of them is a different picture of you, some candids and some from a photoshoot, and others of you and Peter together. Tears brimmed your eyes as you picked one up and examined it, recognizing the date immediately before turning the polaroid to verify the date scribbled behind in your handwriting. March 15, 2016
It had been your first date with Peter, one you had actually asked him on as you didn't want to wait anymore for the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with the loving nerd in school. You were surprised when he said yes, and even more so when he still showed up at the diner, hair messy and panting like crazy, but he was there.
Picking up another polaroid, you noticed the handwriting on each of the polaroids, your pet names decorated the front trim of the picture. You had fallen for him because of his love of people and photography. He always told you never to look at the film and pocketed it before you were able to see it.
Yet, even with the argument you had with Peter earlier, nothing could stop you from forgiving him in a heartbeat, and maybe even falling for him just a little more.
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electrosspidey · 2 years
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𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲
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𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: tired and unable to fall asleep, Peter asks you to read to him.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just fluff :)
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.3k
𝗔/𝗡: this is actually a one shot I posted on my wattpad a while ago! I just really liked it so I thought I would post it here too! :)
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𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 and yawned sleepily, smushing his face further into your neck. You tilted your neck slightly to face him and ran a hand through his soft, fluffy brown curls. He hummed at your touch.
" 'M sleepy," Peter mumbled into the crook of your neck.
"Yeah? Wanna go to bed?" you asked quietly. Peter nodding slowly in response. You lightly pushed his head off your shoulder, earning a small whine from him, and closed your book. You took his hand in yours to pull him up.Peter grunted slightly but didn't budge, making you let out a sigh.
"Bub, I can't carry you, I don't have super strength like you," you whispered.
Snuggling more into the couch, Peter looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "Then I'll just sleep on the couch. Don't feeling like moving."
You sighed at his sleepy stubbornness, "You won't be comfy here, Peter."
"Yeah, I will," he mumbled back groggily.
"No, you won't."
"Yes I will," he argued back, his eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head, you caved and helped him get comfy on the couch. You pecked his forehead, letting your kiss linger a bit. You straightened back up and ran your hand through Peter's hair once more before picking up your book and leaving to your room.
Peter had just begun to close his eyes, when he saw you leaving him. Surprised, Peter sat up slightly and called out to you, "Y/N, where are you going?"
"To my room. Just because you don't feel like getting up doesn't mean I do. I will be comfortable, lying on my bed," you informed the sleepy brown haired boy.
Peter groaned loudly, "You really suck." You simply flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back around.
"I'll be in my room," you teased in a sing-song voice. Peter rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped his face into the throw pillow he was using.
Tossing and turning, Peter groaned in irritation and raked his hands harshly through his hair. He just couldn't sleep. All the sleep that had weighed so heavily on his eyes before seemed to fade away as soon as he tried to sleep on the couch. He was extremely frustrated since one: he really wanted to sleep and two: he absolutely hated it when you were right.
Letting out a loud huff, Peter grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him look like a fluffy burrito. He messed up his hair slightly and put on the most pitiful pout he could muster, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist his adorable face. Having a baby face does have its perks.
He padded over to your door and opened it. You were wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, you eyes skimming over the lines of the book you were reading, Pride and Prejudice.
Your eyes flickered up to see a pouty Peter, all wrapped up in a blanket, just begging to be cuddled. A small smirk grew on your face a he trudged over to your bed and face planted.
"You couldn't sleep, could you?" you asked smugly.
Muffled by the bed, Peter grumbled, "Shut up."
He lifted his face up, resting his face on the bed to look up at you. You observed his face, his hair was all messy, his pink lips were stuck out in a cute pout, and his cheeks were slightly pink, since he was slightly embarrassed about being wrong. In other words, he looked positively adorable.
Sighing, you decided to take pity on Peter. You ruffled his hair slightly before patting the space next to you, which Peter happily scrambled up to fill. You rested up against the headboard with Peter laying beside you, his head resting on your thigh. You pulled up your blanket around him and carded your fingers through his curls. With one hand, you picked up your book and opened back to the page you were at to begin reading again. Peter nuzzled his face into your thigh and closed his eyes to let sleep take him away.
A few minutes passed, but Peter was still no where near falling asleep. He opened his eyes again, frustration written all over his face. He let out a small huff, hoping you would notice, but you were too absorbed in your book. He huffed a lit louder and wrapped his arms around the leg he was resting on. He turned his head up slightly to see if you noticed now, but still nothing.
Fine, I'll do it myself, Peter thought.
"Y/N?" he called out softly, poking your leg for extra measure. You hummed, looking down to giving him a small smile.
"What happened, bubba?"
" 'M sleepy, but I still can't sleep," he grumbled into your thigh. You frowned in sympathy. It was quiet for a few moments, before Peter broke the silence.
"Can...can you read to me please?" Peter asked timidly. Peter's face was smushed up against your thigh and his eyes were slightly glassy due to his fatigue. You simply couldn't say no, and it wasn't like you were going to anyway.
"Of course, Pete," you murmured. Peter voiced his thanks, which were slightly slurred since he was so tired.
You cleared you throat quietly and picked off where you stopped reading. It was when Mr. Bingley proposed to Jane. Your soft voice filled the silent room, soothing Peter. He smiled slightly as he heard reading since he knew that this was one of your favorite parts. Although the novel was more focused on Elizabeth, you still admired Jane's quiet and dignified nature, much like yourself, you liked to think.
Peter focused on your soft voice while he drew small hearts into your leg with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt you massaging his scalp and playing with his curly tendrils in one hand. He pulled the blanket slightly over his face, so it was right under his nose. Your quiet but soothing reading, the warmth he felt, both in his heart and his body, and your continuous massage of his head all coaxed Peter into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out and his fingers when limp against your leg. His mouth opened slightly as he let out small snores.
A little while later, you noticed Peter had become quite still. You put your book down to check on him and smiled when you saw him in a peaceful slumber. You closed you book and carefully moved Peter off your leg. You fluffed up his pillow and placed his head there, adjusting the blankets around him. You closed the light and layer down beside him.
The window behind you was opened, making the moonlight reflect on Peter's. If you were being honest, he looked like an angel, more so than usual. A small smile still adorned you face as your finger up to softly trace Peter's features. Your ran your finger over his thin pink lips, thinking about how nice it was to kiss them everyday. You traced the crook in nose, thinking about he had broken it so many times while he was galavanting around as Spider-Man. You ran your finger over his large eye bags.
Prada has nothing on his bags.
You chuckled softly at the thought. You pushed a couple strands of hair out of his face and kissed his hairline softly, so you wouldn't wake him up. You scooted closer to him, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his sleeping frame.
Finally, you closed your eyes, going to sleep smiling, your heart filled with love not only for Peter, but also for soft moments like these.
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!
𝟰.𝟭𝟱.𝟮𝟮
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xxfaded-by-themxx · 1 year
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And then there were two part 4.
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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Hello again! Just wanting to let you know I'm up for requests if you want :D  Enjoy!!!! x 
Tom holland x reader aka Daisy (Please don’t hate me but she needs a name but you just think about Y/N)
summary: if there’s one thing Harrison is known for, it’s playing matchmaker even when no one needs him to.
When Tom woke up the next morning he felt a warm body softly pressed against his. He felt content. It had been awhile since the young man allowed someone else to sleep with him like this. He smiled down at the sleeping girl. Her head softly laying on his chest as small steady breaths left her slightly parted lips. 
Gently he brushed some of her hair away from her face and just watched her sleep. To think that he had only been in this apartment for nearly 3 days was mind blowing to him. He felt like he lived with Daisy much longer than that. He already felt possessive of her and jealous of anyone who got to witness her beautiful smile. Sighing he thought to himself man i’m whipped. The events of the previous night came rushing back into his mind, her soft lips on his while their bodies collided. He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t want things between Daisy and him to go any further - but he wanted to take his time. For her sake and for his. Sighing he gently nudged the girl back to her pillow as he got up and stretched. He wanted to surprise her with breakfast. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and made his way towards the kitchen, leaving his bedroom door slightly open so if Daisy would wake up she wouldn't freak out thinking he had left her. While he grabbed all the things he needed to make French toast his phone begun to vibrate on the counter. Harrison was calling him. Tom's brows furrowed, why would Harrison call him at this time of the night. While it was 9 am for Tom in London it was way passed midnight for Harrison in California. 
„Hey man whats up?“ Tom sounded worried. „Tom“ Harrison said rushed „yea man I'm here what happened?“ Tom felt his stomach twist. „Have you been online?“ „No why?“ „There’s pictures of you from last night.“ Tom's eyes widened. How? There were barely any  people at the bar that had recognized him, he had only took like 4 pictures with fans. He didn't see any paparazzi anywhere.
„What do you mean? What pictures?“ His mind was racing. He thought of Daisy. „Well pictures of you at the bar in London and well-„Harrison stopped. Tom felt himself become more irritated. „Just spit it out.“ He growled into the phone making Harrison sigh. 
„Well its you and Daisy-„ Tom's breathing stopped as Harrison continued “you guys looked uh.. well cosy on the dance floor“ „Fuck“ Tom muttered putting Harrison on speaker as he opened safari on his phone and looked at the TMZ Website. And there they were, 3 barely recognizable pictures of him and Daisy dancing. 
„Her face is barely recognizable. I mean you wouldn't know it’s her unless you know her.“ Harrison said relief clear in his voice. „Well shit, thats exactly what I was worried about“ Tom groaned. 
How would Daisy react to the pictures - he wanted to  protect her from all of this and now he had dragged her right into the middle. Harrison continued to speak „Well everyone knows that you're in London right now.“ „No shit“ he breathed „I gotta tell Daisy“ „Yea.“ Harrison was quiet for a moment and then he continued “You two seem to get along perfectly“ he teased his best friend. „Well can you blame me? She’s perfect.“ Tom ushered out without thinking about the words he spoke. „Perfect huh“ and he could hear the grin in Harrisons voice. „Shut up Harrison“ Tom answered and rolled his eyes. „Tell me“ „Well I kissed her“ „Of course you did“ Harrison chuckled. „I swear I'm going to hang up now“ „No no..wait there’s more“ Harrison sighed. Oh this wasn't going to get any better. Tom waited for Harrison to continue „They want you back here“ „Who’s they?“ Tom gripped the phone tighter „Well the management from your current movie“ „What do you mean back? Back in California? I just left 3 days ago“ Tom was getting angry - he didn't want to go back just yet -  he just wanted some peace and live his life somewhat relaxed. And he was scared to admit he wanted more time with Daisy. „I know I know“ Harrison sighed „they kept asking me about Daisy. Of course I didn't say anything but still I guess they think you should've told them about your love life“ „Love life?“ Tom said defensively „My so called love life is private“ „I hear you dude, I told them you deserve time off and want to spend it with family back home, they agreed to a video conference on Monday with you“ „Fine!“ Tom said angrily „Anything else?“ „Don't kill the messenger. I know this sucks but we will figure it out“ Tom nodded „Yeah alright“ „Tell Daisy I said hi“ Harrison said nicely. „Okay i will, you go to sleep now“ Tom said chuckling. „And Tom“ Harrison stopped himself. „What now?“ Tom answered his best friend annoyed. „Be good to her yea.“ Tom sighed „I will“ And he hung up the phone. 
He needed a moment to collect his thoughts and then he turned back around and continued to make Daisy breakfast. Even if everything had to end next week he still had a whole day left with her and he made sure to use every minute of it.
While Tom continued to make French toast - in his bedroom Daisy slowly woke up from her sleep. She had to admit she slept wonderful. She stretched her arm and felt the empty space next to her, opening her eyes she realized she was indeed alone in Tom's bed. Her brows furrowed. She looked around and saw the door slightly opened, listening carefully she could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Slowly she rose to her feet and made her way towards the kitchen - standing in the doorway she smiled at the sight in front of her. 
Tom was trying his hardest not to burn the French toast he wanted to make. Muttering and mumbling profanities as he struggled. Some of the French toast had already burned and he was getting irritated. 
She started laughing, of course he would mess up breakfast. At the sound of Daisy’s sweet laughter he turned with a sheepish grin on his face. 
Pointing a finger at her said smiling “how long have you been standing there young lady?” 
Laughing Daisy shook her head and moved towards him “long enough to watch you burn my kitchen down” 
Taking the spatular from his hand she tried to salvage what was left to salvage, hearing protest from Tom. 
“Hey!” He laughed “I was gonna surprise you missy” 
While keeping her eyes on the French toast she felt herself blushing “I’d prefer to have a kitchen instead of eating mostly burned French toast” she stepped onto her tip toes and kissed his cheek - a small innocent gesture. Still close to his face he felt her breath on him as she whispered “but thank you - that was sweet of you” 
together the pair finished breakfast with Tom as far away from the stove as possible as he set the table with glasses, plates and of course knives and forks. 
When Daisy finished the rest of the French toast - together the pair sat down and had breakfast. At first it was a rather comfortable silence between them but the more time had passed and breakfast was nearly over the nagging feeling in the back of Tom's head had gotten stronger and stronger. He knew he needed to tell Daisy about the pictures that were taken the previous night and he needed to tell her how truly sorry he was. Perhaps they were lucky that based on the pictures alone no one would know it was Daisy but that was the risk that came with being seen with Tom. What was once your private life quickly became known to the Public. As he watched the young girl in front of him, he knew he didn't want to hurt her. The whole situation felt bizarre to him- just days ago he was exhausted and most days annoyed to a point were he didn't even want to leave the house. Now he's met Daisy and theres a spark in her that fuels him, his energy. Yes he was still exhausted and yes he still craved peace but more importantly he craved her. And boy did he crave her. It almost scared the young actor how much he needed her in his life. What would happen if he really had to go back to America. It was clear from the beginning that he only had a certain amount of time with Daisy before he had to go back - but he would be dammed if he didn't prolonged the time he had with her as much as he could. Focusing back on the scene in front of him, Tom saw Daisy move from her chair and starting to clean up. As she reached for his empty plate he gently grabbed her hand. Her attention now focused on him as a small smile spread on her lips. Tom took a deep breath. „Wait can we walk for a moment“ he asked her and Daisy eyebrows furrowed. In her mind Daisy pictured the worst, it would happen right here right now. Tom would tell her he regretted kissing her therefore the rest of the time they would had together would be spent in agonizing awkward silence because frankly she didn't know how to bounce back to a place were they felt comfortable. The tension building between them as Daisy mind kept running wild and Tom not speaking could be cut with knives as finally he continued speaking. „Something happened last night-„ he stopped to sigh „something I was afraid of happening“ Daisy stopped him right there - because frankly she couldn't hear the words come out his mouth, she couldn't bear it. „Its okay Tom, we can pretend it never happened.“ She gave him a sad smile. „After all it was just kissing.“ Tom sat there shocked - to him it wasn't just kissing and in the moment it didn't feel like it was just kissing to her, his mind went wild. Was this the out they needed? Before things got more complicated and worse messy to the point were there was no chance they could still be friends. No, just no Tom didn't want to be her friend. He wanted to hold her comfort her and kiss her many times. „No Daisy, please that wasn't what I was gonna tell you“ he moved out of his chair and in a second he stood in front of her. Through her lashes she looked up at him trying her hardest to remain calm and prepare herself for what was to come. She raised her brows as she watched him struggle with the words and then he took a deep breath. „There is no regret on my part for what happened last night“ he looked at her hoping she would see how sincere he was and Daisy nodded „I feel the same way“ Tom smiled „thats good then but there is still something we have to talk about“ watching her he took another shaky breath „ Harrison called me this morning rather rushed and worried, pictures have been leaked“ his eyes never left hers as he spoke slowly „pictures of us, in the club looking rather-„ he air quoted „cozy“. 
Daisy mind went wild and her eyes widened „What?“ As Tom took out his phone to show her she grabbed it rather quickly hoping they weren't fully making out in the pictures. But then she remembered they had only danced together in the club, yes flirtatiously but that wasn't so bad. A sigh left her lips as she examined the pictures. You could barely make out Tom and Daisy was even harder to recognize which was a good thing. That meant the two could have more privacy left than she had thought. She gave Tom his phone back as he stammered „ I am so sorry Daisy, I swear this was exactly what I was afraid of - why I came here in the first place and now Ive dragged you into it too.“ Daisy stood up and placed a hand on his chest which made Tom stop rambling as he watched her, she could feel his heart beat increasing rapidly under her touch. „Stop worrying about this, about me. Im fine - this is fine“ she smiled as he looked at her shocked „it would be ridiculous to think that this wasn't going to happen and I get that it sucks but like I told you before giving the career path you choose this was bound to happen, I knew the risks but I wont let that control what I want.“ She smiled brightly at him, the truth was Daisy was terrified but she couldn't let Tom know, partly because she was afraid that what happened last night would never happen again but mostly for his sake because she could see how stressed he had become knowing he might have put her privacy in jeopardy. But what she said was also partly true, Daisy knew Tom was famous and the very reason he fled America was to get away from the paparazzi which doted on him every move. But she was just a regular person and a part of her prayed that it would stay that way. But she knew the risks and did it anyway. As far as the pictures went they could simply be old friends reuniting in England and have a nice night away from his hectic life. Tom was too stunned to speak so he did the only thing he thought he could do, he wrapped his arms around Daisy and pressed her into his chest. Hugging her tightly and he exhaled a very long breath that felt like he was holding in forever. In his arms Daisy chuckled but hugged him back just as much. She thought how cute it was that Tom was so concerned and made her smile right into his chest as her nostrils filled with the scent she had learned to Love way too quickly. ——————————- Later that day Daisy sat comfortable in front of her computer finishing up some of the work that needed to be settled before her finals were starting. The tension fro the morning long forgotten as she sat and typed away. She made a promise to proof read Lolas work. But the more she'd read the more the young girl felt confused the words Lola carefully put into her assignment felt familiar to Daisy. She re read the same thing over and over and then it hit her. A small gasp left her mouth as she mumbled „No that couldn't be“ frantically searching her documents she found what she was looking for. The assignment Daisy had previously worked so hard on and sent Lola to help her was the same one yet slightly different as the one Lola had emailed her. Her brows furrowed as she felt anger rise in her. Lola had copied her work. How could she?
„That bitch“ Daisy yelled and got up from her chair to get her phone. Tom sat comfortably on the couch when he had heard Lolas outburst and was on his feet instantly. Worry spread through him. But before he even got the chance to check on Daisy she had appeared in the kitchen, angrily storming over to where her phone was charging. 
He dint know what was happening but he could sense the rage coming off of her as he looked at her. „What happened“ he spoke softly as she turned to him. „Lola stole my work“ she gritted out. „What?“ Tom was confused „She stole my assignment, she copied the entire thing and edited some stuff out so I’d look like she wrote the damn thing.“ „Thats not nice“ Tom didn't know what to say he was still confused. „Yea thats one way to put it“ as Daisy grabbed her phone and dialed Lolas number. Tom could only watch as she screamed into the phone surprised to see her this angry. Between the one sided conversation he understood more and more what had Daisy so frustrated. She had previously send Lola her work to help her establish a guide line, and Lola took Daisy assignment and handed it in herself. He tried to calm her down as he stroke her back but Daisy was to angry and frankly only pushed his hand away, she was mad at her best friend confused as to why she would do something like this and entirely anxious that she would have to write a complete knew assignment. Minutes passed and the screaming had stopped as Daisy slammed her phone back down holding onto the counter firmly. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard and tried to calm herself down but it was no use she was completely hurt and most importantly angry, all she could feel was rage.  When Tom tried to touch her again she turned and snapped“ Will you stop touching me“ she snapped. He didn't answer her instead he went closer towards her, eyes hard as he looked at her. Tom kept calm as Daisy fussed but he got more annoyed every second and then it was enough for him, he grabbed Daisy and put her over his shoulder in one swift movement. Daisy kept hitting his lover back and squirmed in his arms. But once she realized that this wasn't fair, that her anger wasn't directed at him she had stopped. When they reached his room he had placed her on the floor only to trap her between himself and the wall next to the door. Slamming his palm against it he angrily said "you need to calm the fuck down right now or so help me god I will put you over my goddamn knee"
Daisy gasped at Tom - his choice of words sending shivers down her Spine. She knew there was an angry side to Tom, a frustrated one she had seen before. But never directed at her and even though it somehow frightened the young girl - it somehow aroused her too. How his eyes went wild and his chest heaved heavily. The thought of him punishing her made her mind wander with lustful eyes. She looked up at him through her lashes, Tom swore she gave him an almost pleading look. He turned his head to one side and grinned sheepishly.
His thump lightly brushed over her bottom lip as he whispered „Oh you want that don't you baby" his voice was low but stern. Just watching her drove the brunette boy crazy. Daisy tried her hardest to stand firmly on her legs but with Tom so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face and his fingers still on her body and that tingling sensation between her legs it felt like every ounce of air was knocked out of her lungs. She let out a shaky breath not able to response with words causing Tom to Chuckle.
Both their anger long gone, vanished. Instead they focused on one another. Tom loving and fixated on how he made the young girl squirm under his stare and Daisy both shocked yet thrilled at the new found feeling. Everything around them seemed to have slowed down and she longed for him to kiss her again. The feeling was Mutual Tom had longed to feel her again - to explore the need that had developed for each other's company. Their position never changed. Daisy was still trapped between Tom and the wall behind her. Barely an inch keeping them apart.
"Baby you gotta use your words" he had gripped her jaw tightly but not enough so he would hurt her - Tom never wanted to hurt her. His mind was going wild with all the things he wanted to do to her. All the dirty thoughts he kept bottled up for the nights he found himself alone in bed dreaming about her hoping they would become reality. And here they were not thinking about anything at all apart from each other - the argument between Daisy and Lola longe forgotten.
"Tell me what you want me to do" Her eyes shifted back from his lips to his eyes just watching him watch her a smile on his lips. She gulped trying her hardest to find the courage to speak the words her mind had longed for her to say. "Kiss me" And so he did - forcefully smashing their lips together yet slow and passionate. Her head was spinning her mind racing. Since the day they had kissed for the first time in this hallway she longed to feel his lips on hers once more and then it was happening again — only this time it was a more desperate kiss, full of hunger and need, lust.
With his tongue Tom gently swiped over her bottom lip asking for entrance earring a slight whimper from the young girl as she parted her lips. That was all he needed to go completely rogue. He didn't have to fight her for dominance - she knew just as much as he did who would win. As they parted their foreheads were still touching and just above a whisper he said "you know how much you mean to me right" he stared into her eyes. Daisy saw the concern in them - she was confused for a second. Even though they had never said it out loud the pair knew what the other one felt. What they longed from one another so she nodded but as she saw the look he had given her, she answered with a small "yes"
"Good cause I want to fuck you like I hate you" A gasp left her mouth - his filthy words turning her on even more than before. Daisy was new to all of this. She had sex before but never like this never this passionate and raw. She wanted Tom to do just about everything he said to her. She didn't mind though - her face was flushed and Tom chuckled. He came close to her face. He chuckled "You're flushed" he said lowly.The back off his fingers brushing lightly over her rosy pink cheeks. "That's how I know you want me to fuck you, princess" Daisy couldn't reply- it was like the words wouldn't come out, she wanted to scream yes and tell him all the things she wanted him to do to her but she couldn't. So she simply nodded - waiting patiently for his hands on her body. „Words baby, I need to hear it“ he growled. „Yes“ her voice was just a lightly whisper, she didn't trust it enough to speak up louder. 
Their breaths were mixed together as they stood in the room entangled with one another. Tom's brown eyes pierced into hers. His hand gripping her jaw lightly "this is your one and only chance to tell me to stop baby" he scanned her face as he said those words. Tom would never do anything to hurt Daisy - and she knew that and even though he said that he wouldn't do anything to her without her consent. His voiced radiated right though her body causing her panties to grew wetter by the second. Tom pulled her close by the back of her head kissing her again with force. Daisy retuned the kiss - putting all the yearn and frustration in it. Together they walked towards his bedroom and straight to the bed. Tom hovering over the young brunette still fully clothed carefully never breaking eye contact. He looked at her with fire in his eyes, lust clear visible in them.
Daisy's shirt lightly moved up and Tom used this as an opportunity to draw small circles on her exposed skin. A shaky breath left Daisy lips as goosebumps rose to where he had touched her, Daisy was certain that Tom had felt it too. He chuckled "relax baby" his hands wandered from her hips towards her exposed stomach earning him a small whimper from the young girl underneath him. 
He was already ready to come undone by just watching her, a low growl left his lips as he whispered "fuck that was hot" he reconnected their lips as his hand started to travel to explore her body, slowly making its way up above her belly button caressing her sides and stopping a little under her boob.
Daisy's breath got hitched again and she looked at Tom the only light coming from the big window near the bed. In his eyes she could see a mixture of emotion; love, trust, protection and lust.When he lifted his hand from her body another whimper escaped her mouth. Tom laughed quietly "patience baby" "what are you doing " "nothing sweetheart" he sent her a small smile knowing fully that he was driving the young brunette crazy. But Tom didn't know that his touch was shooting straight between her legs.
He positioned one of his legs between hers to get a steady hold not to crush her with his body. His knee brushed her and a small moan left her lips. The friction of his knee and her panties rubbing on Daisy's covered and damped clit.
"Dammit baby did that feel good" at this point Tom was sure he was gonna cum in his pants. She nodded at his question, biting her lip "I want to hear you baby" "Yes, that felt really good" "good girl" with his hand he grabbed her waist once more and pushed their bodies closer together again causing another hit of pleasure to shoot right through her. She moaned again this time a little louder than before. Daisy could feel his length getting harder against her leg."Hmm you're so perfect baby" She looked at him mastering all the courage that She had. She needed to feel him, all of him. To feel like she was his.
"Tom please" it sounded almost like a whine, and as he left kisses all over her neck he whispered against her skin "what baby - what do you need?" Daisy tugged at the hem of his shirt and in one swift movement it was off his body. Daisy sat up a little trying to remove her own shirt still underneath Tom. But he wouldn't let her, he wanted the pleasure to undress her all to himself. Savoring every moment of seeing her bare underneath him. So he took her shirt and gently lifted it over her head, she was breathtaking with smooth skin. She smelled like vanilla which was intoxicating to him. He hooked his fingers inside her jeans, watching her for a second when she nodded signaling him that she was okay he opened her pants and slid them down her long legs, leaving kisses along the way.
Daisy panted heavily as she watched Tom kiss and tease her. He treated her so respectful but you could clearly tell that he enjoyed being the dominated one during sex. Watching Daisy in just her underwear gave him a different kind of sensation than he had ever felt before. Her exposed body practically screamed, begged to have his handprints all over it. He looked at her again and connected their lips in a sweet and loving kiss. His hand dangerously close to her covered crotch. He could feel how wet her panties were without even touching her. "you're so wet for me baby" he nibbles on her earlobe enjoying how she whimpered and panted underneath him. „Such a good girl for me“ 
And then he touched her still covered crotch. She gasped loudly as he growled. The thought of being the first one to feel her after a while drove him wild. He moved her panties to the side slightly moving a finger to press lightly on her clit causing her to buckle her hips in surprise - he could feel her tense. "Relax baby you need to stay still" he whispered kissing her forehead "I'll make you feel good I promise" she shut her eyes tightly at his words nodding. She tried to relax and waited for him to make the next move. He pressed down lightly on her clit again slowly moving his finger over the sensitive spot. Discomfort became more and more unavoidable. His hardened length pressed against his jeans - so he took his hands away from Daisy quickly and moved them to his own Jeans.
Daisy's eyes shot open upon the loss of the contact of Tom's finger, she watched him take off his jeans, noticing his hardened length. She was worried and nervous. Was this really happening ? Yes. She wanted this. What if she fucked this up? When the pair was left in just their underwear they're resumed to their previous position. They kissed a little more as Tom rubbed over her sensitive spot while Daisy's sweet moans filled the room. His free hand wandered towards her bra trying to unhook it with one hand. Daisy reached behind herself to help the brunette - eager to feel more of his exposed skin on hers. When her bra had touched the ground it was Tom's turn to take in a shaky breath - Daisy was absolute stunning. She was dressed in only her lace wet panties and he needed to change that. He wanted her bare. He moved to the end of the bed taking one of her legs up to his face, kissing it up towards her covered crotch.
When he repeated the same with the other leg he hooked his fingers in her panties and glanced at her one more time waiting for her to tell him stop which she didn't. So when he was about to pull her panties down towards her ankles excitement had build in his stomach. He was ready for that sweet release - ready for her but a loud knock on the front door surprised the pair - making Daisy shriek and jump slightly in Tom's grip, her face all red hiding away in his chest with embarrassment. Tom groaned in annoyance wondering what could possibly be so important that they had to be interrupted now. He reached over for his blanked and quickly covered most of Daisy's body with it. The pleasure of seeing her in a state like this, bare and vulnerable was something for his eyes only. He gave her a quick kiss and waked out of the bedroom straight towards the front door.  Could he ever catch a break? 
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all roads lead to;tom holland; prologue
prologue: 'what leads?'
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story summary: when your long time boyfriend breaks up with you and leaves you to find himself in Italy because you’re not spontaneous enough, you follow him to prove him wrong. Along the way you meet Tom , who recently went through a breakup himself, and might help you believe hate at first sight exists. Your trip trying to find your ex in small italian towns will become a desperate call for help, trying to help your new enemy get his relationship back by fake dating, sharing beds, getting lost and finding romance in dubious spots; all while falling in love with the country and the romance of it. Will your trip help you find your ex, yourself, your Romeo and Juliet story or finally lead you to Rome?
New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)
pairing: tom holland x writer!reader
tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood
chapter summary: what leads to love and what leads to heartbreak? word count: 3.7
playlists: Italian vibes | y/n's breakup
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What leads to love? 
Falling in love comes easy. Very, very easily. No one really complains about the process of falling in love, though it’s different each time, there is a certain agreement that falling in love is overall a  happy process. 
Or rather than happy, it’s… simple. 
Falling in love sometimes is magical. Sometimes it’s avoided. Sometimes it can be a storm. 
But undeniably, it’s easy. 
It’s like wine. Bitter, with some sweet notes. 
Some people say the older it is, better. Love might turn better with time, into a more mature routine and more developed plans. 
The young folks usually prefer a sweeter wine. It’s about… taste, really. 
The real connoisseaurs might find disgrace in the cheap wine that people use to get drunk. Like one of those one night stands that might give you a headache the very next day. It’s the same, really. 
Love can be described in many different ways. Currently, you decided wine was the very best explanation for it. Or at least how you were drowning it. Wine worked. 
The circumstances surrounding might not be as pleasant, however, you can easily fall in love. 
You can fall in love with a gentle laugh, a stupid comment and a genuine stare. Falling in love can come from an inside joke, a shared story or a listened to song. 
Falling in love can come as a mistake. And making mistakes, well… 
It’s easy. It just… comes in so easily and you can’t help it. Though it’s very complicated to describe. 
Sometimes you can use colors. Other times you can use flowers. Or wine. 
With him, though, how will you ever be able to describe what it felt like? 
Was it strategized? Probably. From giving him certain type of smiles or making him like you for the dresses you wore. Pretending to love his favorite films or favorite songs. Learning the different conversations to be achieved through dinner with his friends. 
But it was… inevitable. And you wouldn’t change it. 
Per sempre, tutta la vita. 
That’s what he used to say, he’d heard that phrase once, he never remembered from where, and his pronunciation had probably changed along the way and it was a mere memory of it now. But he had decided to use it all the time. It was for you. 
‘Forever, all my life’. 
With the promise that he’d love you forevermore. All his life. As long as you were aware of it, he was, undoubtedly, still alive. 
How easy had it been to fall for that single phrase. Per sempre, tutta la vita. 
Falling out of love, on the other hand, isn’t easy. And that’s something universally agreed upon. 
It should’ve been as easy as losing that neck chain. Or forgetting the dialogue of a movie you haven’t watched in a while. It should be easy. 
Yet it’s not. 
Falling out of love is a forced activity when you’re broken up with. And that’s not easy. A breakup is never never easy. At least not if you’re the one being dumped. It’s like that one bitter cheap wine that you bought in a supermarket and made you sick and gave you a heartache. Falling out of love included the five stages of grief. And wine. 
Refusing to fall out of love had probably led you to where you were by now. A plane. 
Where you had a glass of wine in your hand and you were gripping to your hopes with the other one. 
The conversation was playing over, and over, and over. Like a humorless joke that you can’t help but tell again and again. 
“Really? Just like that?” You had asked, as you walked around the kitchen counter. Pouring a glass of wine as you continued cooking dinner for both of you, ignoring his suitcases by the door. “Just… years and years thrown out the window. All our plans--” 
The music was still playing the background, the music you decided to play so you could dance while cooking, what you usually did, different plans tonight.
“Y/N, Y/N, I— it’s not. It’s not like that,” Miles followed you with his dark gaze, watching your pathetic excuse for dinner. “This is as hard for me as it is for you. Look, It’s not you, it’s—“
You could not believe it. “Please, do not dare to say that,” You begged, closing your eyes as you stopped stirring the sauce. “Don’t dare saying it, don’t say it’s not you, it's me. That’s what people say when it really is the other person.” 
After years of your relationship, he was throwing it away. Just like that, by saying: ‘We need to break up’, which undoutebdly is one of the cheapest ways of breaking up with someone. 
It’s useful, though. If it ain’t broke…
“Well, it is me, not you,” he cleared out and poured a wine for himself, thought he was breaking up with you and he’d already packed, this seemed calm enough. 
You looked up. “Have you met someone else?” Your gaze was trying to decipher his. 
“No,” he took a deep breath. He wasn’t lying.  “That’s why I’m telling you this. It’s not about… us, it’s not that the love is gone or… I…” He took a deep breath. “I want to travel, I want to follow my dreams and being here with you just… stops me from it, being tied—“
“Tied? You feel like that? Trapped? Is that it?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, though. “Is this a prison? Have I not—“
“No, no, I didn’t,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, you… You have your life here, alright? And I don’t know if this is who I want to be. I want to travel…” 
“We could travel, then,” you said quickly, as you felt your chest ache. Yet, you were still calm. You took a sip of the red wine, bitter. “Yes, yes, yes, let’s travel together. We can plan a trip. We can go places, yes, yes, we can do that. Let’s… You wanted to go to San Francisco, right? Let’s go, let’s travel to San Francisco this weekend, let’s plan it.” 
“You… don’t,” he took a deep breath. “That’s the thing, y/n, I don’t want to plan, I don’t want to go… To San Francisco.” 
“Where then?” You were desperate now. You knew your voice was cracking because you knew what was going on. 
He was tired, you could tell. “I just want to travel, be free, no planning. I just—I want to go travel to without planning.” 
“How are you supposed to travel without planning?” You frowned. “However can you travel, you need money, and… and… the plane… and a hotel, or some kind of place to stay and the transportation and—“
“I’m leaving to Italy, without planning anything.” 
“Italy is literally the other side of the world—There has to be some planning, and there must have been some considering your stuff is already packed.” 
“I—” He took a deep breath. 
“Had I known you wanted to break up with me I would’ve planned—“
“This is my thing, y/n, you don’t have to plan everything,” his hands were firm against the table now, he was conflicted. “and you’re always doing it, you plan and then you never go through with it. You just… Plan and order and it’s all—It’s everything, you always have to be under control and there’s no spontaneity—You are scared of everything. You’re even scared of your own dreams.” 
“See? So it is me, it’s not the whole it’s not you, it’s me… It is not you, Miles, is it? It is me.” 
He took a deep breath. “Maybe, yeah,” he ran a hand through his face.
You gave him a bitter smile. “Yeah.” 
 “No, no, I—It’s not you. It’s the person I am today, I need—I need some spontaneity in my life. And you are perfect the way you are—I’m just… I don’t think we are the people who we fell in love with, we have changed.” 
“But… I love the person you are today,” you knew he had cracked you, finally.  “You don’t love me, then?” 
“Oh no, that I do, I do, I love you, I need—Some time, but this is about me wanting to go and be free for myself, but I love you, and I always will. Per sempre, tutta la vita.” 
You felt your heart breaking. “If you love me then, why are you leaving me?” The world was spinning. 
“It’s not about lack of love,” he explained. “I think we have enough love to give,” Miles took in a deep breath. 
He meant it, because falling in love is easy. And falling out of love can’t be as easy. 
There was love there. You knew it. He loved you; and you loved him and this would be another silly argument that comes with time, when the devils get into your thoughts. You knew you’d eventually end up with your arms wrapped around him, dancing under the moonlight, kissing him better. 
“Would you go to Italy with me?” He questioned. As if some sense had gotten to him.  “Right now? Let’s go, I need—“
“I can’t leave just like that, I have a job, I have things to take care of—I would need to plan—“
“I’ve never asked you anything, y/n,” he said. “It’s the one thing I’m asking from you. Let’s go.” 
Italy had always been a dream of his, and yours too; you’d both been saving for it, for a while now. The time would never seem to come because one thing happened or life decided to slip in and before you knew it, you were spending the holidays again watching Home Alone for who knows what time. 
You knew you both wanted this. He was an architect, you were a writer. You were supposed to go there. Learn, travel. Be a romantic and visit Verona, find Romeo or Juliet. 
Yet you never did, although you wanted to. 
“I—I don’t know Miles,” you said. “I’m—scared, alright? Yes I’m scared to—“
He watched you like he had won the race, as if he was dying to tell you he’d told you so. He only cynically chuckled to himself as his eyes couldn’t look at you. 
“Scared to follow your dream?” He questioned. “You’ve always wanted to go there, you always write about having adventures yet you never have one, y/n. Who are you? What happened to you? To us? Why are we even pretending this is working? It’s not. And—“
“It is—“
“No, we don’t work anymore.,it’s always—This conversation, y/n.” 
“I—Can we talk about this, please? You’re so suddenly breaking up with me,” you snapped for the first time. “Miles you can’t—do that.” 
He sighed. “You act like this is sudden.” 
“Well it is,” you frowned. “Something must have happened, you just—packed and you’re leaving and—please let’s—“
“We’ve been having this conversation over and over, y/n.”
You knew he was right, yes lately you had been having arguments but you didn’t think they would lead to… breaking up. It was sudden. Yes, there were arguments but not “packing bags and leaving to another country” arguments. 
“But—we can solve this, right?” You asked. 
“I can’t keep on trying to push you to follow your reams. I need to follow my own, and if you don’t have the courage to follow yours, then—You need someone else, y/n, not me.” 
He was done, and he didn’t have to say it. And it felt like your whole life shattered. Had you not known better you would have thought that every crashing sound was your house glass, or the wine bottle or anything else.  But you knew it was your heart, which he had held for so many years but dropped so easily. 
“I need someone who can just pack their stuff and leave.” Miles gave you a sympathetic sad state, long enough to see the tears bulking in. “I can’t do it, y/n.” 
He left when he saw you had no more left to say, because he had a plane to catch. And the music was still playing in the background and you were left with a pasta for two and an opened bottle of wine. 
He needed more, then. How? How could he need more, you only needed his laugh echoing through the apartment. You didn’t need anything more. 
You needed him. 
And maybe it was the bottle of wine or the playlist that played in the background, very poorly and drunkenly chosen after hearing he’d be leaving for Italy. Maybe. 
Maybe it was the fact that falling in love is so easy. But maybe it was Maybe it was the fact that this was so sudden. He had given you no signs. 
5 years of your life all thrown out the window in one night. 
Maybe it was the fact that he was right. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was because you realized how lonely the apartment looked. 
Maybe it was the fact you realized he’d probably spent the whole day packing but he’d left a lot still. Like all those pictures around the house. 
Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in two years you’d be sleeping alone. Or the fact that you realized that your bed was too big, too stupidly big. And cold. 
Maybe it had been the fact you’d finished the whole bottle of wine. Or the fact that you were going through the five stages of grief in just a few hours. 
Denial, first. You had spent 10 minutes waiting for him to show back up. You knew he couldn’t be serious. 
Anger, second. Screaming, trying to hide away every single picture. You decided to get rid off the plants he’s chosen for the apartment, very decently, moving them outside your apartment. ‘Get out, our relationship died and so will you! Remember how we said we would love you forever? And take care of you This is just a lie because one day you’re flourishing and the other day? Guess what little plant! You get kicked out of someone’s life! Because you’re not what I want! No. You’re just a stupid plant who can’t travel because you’re stuck. Or maybe you’re not and I’m kicking you out before you decide you can leave me too’ 
Dancing to Lizzo’s Good as Hell. Then Cher’s Believe. Then, Taylor Swift. 
Bargaining, third. You’d texted him. ‘Please. Let’s talk.’ ‘Can we go get breakfast and think about this?’ 
You didn’t know why Taylor made you realize how cruel you’d been to the plants. You’d gone out to get them back.‘I’m so sorry I said all that. I love you. I’m sorry, welcome back.’
Then you realized, it couldn’t be that bad. Maybe this was your chance to meet someone new? Or perhaps, 
Depression, fourth. It had started with the tear streaming down your face as you listened to Italian covers of breakup song.
First ‘without you’ by Mariah Carey was playing in the background. Not that version, though. It was in Italian. Somehow you had found the one playlist with breakup songs all sung in Italian. Nowadays there’s a playlist for anything. 
Why? Because your life had lost its sense in the—you looked down at the time, your life had lost its sense 6 hours ago. 
“Can’t live, if living is without you,” you pathetically sang along the lyrics in another language. “Can't live anymore,” you sobbed now.
5 years. This wasn’t supposed to end like this. 
Maybe it was all of that combined. 
Then there was no music, just the sound of your tears as you hugged the pillow that he used every night. With little to no hope. 
With pictures of him stabbing you into old reminders. 
Probably. Yes, it may have been every single thing that led you to the morning. 
That led you to your screen blinding you just enough, and that may have been what led you to drunkenly search for flights early in the morning. 
That may have led you to book a flight, pack in less than an hour and get showered as you went to the airport because your flight would be leaving in less than six hours. 
That’s what led you to it. 
Yes, that’s what led you to your current situation. A plane that would lead you to another plane to get to Verona. 
Quietly sitting on a plane. Hugging yourself. Pathetic. 
With time to think. Because you knew what Miles’ plan was, you’d practically made it. Arrive at Verona, then a road trip along the country, searching for adventures, inspiration and everything that could be put in your way. Sure, Miles didn’t like planning but without you he’d never get anywhere. Your plans completed him. 
You’d called an old friend from college, a roommate you’d had and who had always encouraged you to visit her. Serafina, who was absolutely delighted that you and Miles would finally visit. You’d decided to keep out the part that he’d broken up with you and that you’d gone on a psychotic trance and followed after him to another country in hopes of finding him and getting back together with him. 
Minor details. 
Because, it all led back to him, to Miles. Didn’t it? This was to prove him that you were what he wanted. Yes, you could travel. He was that push you needed. He loved you, you loved him. You were willing to change for him. 
That’s what mattered. Didn’t it? 
Besides Italy was leading you to a whole new possibility. An opportunity for you to understand what you would be able to do for love. You’d been broken up with 24 hours ago. Or More? Less? 
You hadn’t slept and your heart was still aching. This had to lead to him. To Miles. And you knew fate would be on your side, you’d probably see him in a few hours. Destiny would lead you to him. Because your body was still his. It was impossible to erase him. 48 hours ago you still here by his side. You were sure you could still smell his lotion on your clothes. 
You knew you’d never love someone again. Your heart could only belong to him. 
You were excited, excited and tired. So, tired. You were barely looking at anything, you were entranced by your hopes, the heartbreak and the fact your eyes had been crying for 24 hours straight without resting anything. But you wanted this to be the best decision you’d ever made. 
You tried looking for Serafina who had promised to pick you up, you walked through the crowds and accidentally bumped into someone, making him drop the three cups of coffee he was holding. 
“Bloody hell, fuck,” he murmured, angrily as he was trying to get his white t-shirt off contact with his skin. The paper he was holding had been ruined as well. “Guarda dove stai andando!” 
“I’m so, so sorry,” You quickly said. “Sorry! Uh, Mi scuso?” You said. He had sunglasses on, which gave away who he was. Having sunglasses inside a room could only mean he was a certain type. 
He was annoyed. He took a deep breath as he pulled up his glasses. “Watch where you’re going.”
“I… will.” Yes, it had proved it. He was an asshole. 
“Fucking tourists,” he muttered. Though, he was clearly not a native italian either. His accent betrayed him, and his looks.
“I’ll buy you another coffee,” you said. “I’m so sorry for your shirt.” 
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t bother,” he hissed as he walked past you, pushing you just slightly, enough to bother you. 
You were tired and not in the mood. “It wasn’t on purpose, asshole.” 
He only turned around to give you a smirk and kept walking. Smugly. Like he owned the place. Maybe it was your lack of sleep or your broken heart but there was an urge building upon you to go hit him. 
You got a call, saving him from your…violence. 
“Fina!” You finally answered, hoping you’d see your friend soon enough. “Oh my God, hello my love! Are you here?” 
“Bellissima, y/n, have you arrived?” She asked. “Perdonami amore mio, something came up and I sent my roommate for you and Miles!” 
“Oh, er… Yes, I’m here, I… uh, you sent your roommate?” You asked. “What’s her name?” 
“Oh, his name is Tom! He’s adorable, you’re going to love him!” 
“Oh great!” 
“Yes, and he could distract Miles while you and I go out and catch up, amore mio!” She insisted on Miles. She’d always said you both would end up married
You still believed that. 
“Oh… yeah.” 
“How are you dressed, amore?” She questioned. 
Very.. chic. Pants and a hoodie that would disguise your break-up. “Uh, like everyone else.” 
“And Miles?” She asked. 
“Uh… How is your roommate dressed? How will I know it’s him?” You decided to change the subject. 
“He made a sign! I’ll tell him to meet you outside, his car is yellow!” She said. 
“Alright! I’ll search for him” You said. 
“Si si! Can’t wait to see you and Miles, ciao ciao! Baci!” She hung up. 
You waited a bit, trying to know how you would excuse yourself. How in this world would you explain that ‘Miles & y/n’ were no longer ‘Miles & y/n’. How would you explain that you were there looking for your now ex in hopes of getting back together. How the hell would you explain that it had led you to call your boss saying it was a family emergency. How on earth would you tell her that your life had completely been destroyed in less than 48 hours? 
Fina had the suspicion that you were engaged. 
You decided to face your fears and walk outside, looking for that one yellow car. And you did see him. 
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you said as you walked over to the guy with three new brand coffees. You saw his sign now, previously ruined. ‘Miles & Y/N’Now distorted and stirred, dripping. 
The asshole. With his stupid sunglasses on, but his shirt ruined. 
You made your way over. He only glared as he hung up the phone. Your last 24 hours were better considering that you now had to face him. 
“Are you here to knock my coffee off again?” He asked. 
“Are you Tom?” You asked, as annoyed.
He frowned, arrogantly annoyed, pulling his sunglasses up. “Who’s asking?” 
“I’m y/n.” 
And you couldn’t believe this had led to him.
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So this is the first part of a series I have previously written! I finally have the time to name, edit and post it which makes me so happy! Please let me know what you think! :)
There was no denying that Tom Holland was the most ruthless mobster in the area. Renowned for his devilish ways in the manner of death and destruction, his wild and violent tendencies brought all men to their knees. The hushed whispers of anyone who met him - and survived - claimed that he was born to take over the business, wearing the suit and a hard set brow like a second skin, aware of the power he held in every room that he walked into. Tom always made sure to get the best cut of every deal, and then some. Even if it came at a price. That was life, he would always quip. 
Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed.
However, he hadn’t always been that way. While first starting out he had been reasonable and amiable with those who were loyal to him. He very much remained tied to his family, not only for the purposes of protection, but because to him, family was everything. As a mother’s son, he’d always aimed to make her proud.
He has since cut his loyalties bar a few, and even then, those holding the ties are shaking in their boots, as to what Tom’s next move may be. Whatever the situation, his actions are ruthless, uncalled for, and leave few behind to complain about it.
it’s his lifestyle now though. Once he had got into the swing of things, Tom couldn’t seem to shake the dark persona that was so willing to continue tasting the power that dripped onto his once dry, desperate tongue. He’s alone, just himself and his thoughts and that is risky enough for people to be hurt and relationships to be destroyed. He barely comes home now, preferring to yell and fuck out his angst and indecision on some girls he’d have paid for for the night.
He’d send off his men to kill for the sake of it, sometimes even brandishing the gun or knife himself to get the real thrill of the kill. The illegal gatherings and habits which pile up are unsurmountable and he is soon estranged from his family.
They wouldn’t want to see him anyways, he thinks. 
He’s evil, cutthroat - because what else does he have to live for other than the job that keeps him afloat, where he has no hesitation in drowning those around him?
His family saw him changing, firsthand. No longer was he the young, intelligent man who reasoned with others in his decision making. The Tom that his parents had raised was kind and open with many, caring, consistent and aligned with his family’s morals and values. He was loyal and protective to a fault. This new Tom, with a heavy-handed god complex, found it easier to ignore those who cared about him, than to even attempt to stay in their lives.
His mother had been especially nervous when he’d been handed over the business. Every night that she doesn’t hear from him, is another night that she knows he’s making unhinged decisions - decisions with potentially fatal consequences. She worries that the next thing he does will get himself killed, or imprisoned to the point where they just lock the doors and throw away the key.
But after almost 18 months of not seeing their son, something strange happens to the Holland family, something that they never expected.
Tom comes to visit, unannounced.
And even more surprisingly, unarmed.
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sacharinee · 10 months
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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader
sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions
wc: 1200+
a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)
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peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything. 
now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for. 
“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open. 
his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.
however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.
his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”
you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.
you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”
peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?” 
“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”
peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.” 
the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”
“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine. 
peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you. 
“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively 
 you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.” 
peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”
honk!
“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths. 
“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”
peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.
“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?” 
it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.
it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not. 
you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal. 
you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount. 
you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”
you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.
“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.
“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”
“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.
you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.
“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.” 
you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”
peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”
another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.
“you sound jealous.”
peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.
“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”
you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”
peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.
“there’s something you’re not telling me.”
hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.
except, he doesn’t.
the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you. 
“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.” 
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ptergwen · 2 years
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peter parker in glasses owns my heart. can you write something about him in glasses and reader is all over him. (doesn’t have to be smut but can it be a little spicy?)
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w/c: 699
warnings: 18+, a lil angst, explicit language, suggestive, and implied smut
a/n: oh absolutely! i had to use tom as my reference because his peter never wears glasses :/ also not to sound like a broken record but pls join my new taglist besties
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peter’s lips twitch into a frown as he opens up his new glasses case. he picks the glasses up by their bridge and looks them over, debating whether or not to put them on.
he used to need glasses before he got his powers. the spider bite gave him perfect vision, so he stopped wearing them and hasn’t since. now that he’s older, though, his vision isn’t what it once was. he’s been straining his eyes all these years, squinting through the eyes of his spider-man mask and staring at computer screens for college assignments. it’s back to glasses he goes.
he’s not too upset that he has to wear them again. what he’s worried about is what you’ll think.
the thick, black frames peter wore as a kid were dorky and often got him teased. they were all he could afford, and it’s not like he’s rolling in the dough now either. the new pair he purchased is hardly an upgrade.
you didn’t know peter before he was spider-man. the two of you met and began dating in college, well after he got ripped, taller, and lost the glasses. if he starts wearing glasses again, what if you’re not attracted to him anymore? what if you see him as the nerd everyone else did?
there’s a knock at peter’s dorm door. it must be you. you two have a date later. peter inhales, a deep breath, and opens the door.
“hey, pete.”
“hi, baby. come in.”
you set a hand on peter’s cheek and greet him with a quick kiss, smiling. he smiles back and shuts the door behind you. you take a seat on his bed.
“are those your glasses?”
you point to the pair in peter’s hand.
he’d told you he needed them, but he didn’t tell you they were ready. he was hoping to avoid you seeing him in them for as long as he could.
“uh, yeah. i just picked them up.”
“put them on, i wanna see.”
“i dunno, y/n. i don’t know how they look on me. i haven’t tried them yet.”
“well, then now’s a good a time as any. put them on!”
peter’s face scrunches up, mouth opening to protest. you jut out your bottom lip.
“please? for me?”
as much as he wants to, he can’t say no to that.
“okay, but i warned you.”
peter unfolds the glasses by their hinges and slips them on, adjusting them so they’re behind his ears. he pushes them up on his nose by the bridge. he finally meets your eyes from across the room, teeth clenched nervously. you ogle him for a solid amount of time without blinking, mouth hanging open.
“are they that bad?”
peter starts to take his glasses off.
“no, leave them!”
“but i thought you didn’t like them.”
“are you kidding? i love them!”
you get up from peter’s bed and walk back over to him. peter’s features hold shock. your hands come to either side of his face, lips forming a grin.
“they look so good, pete. they really suit you. and they’re actually super sexy, too.”
“you think they’re sexy?”
“uh huh. they make you look all mature. feel like i should call you sir or something.”
“sir is good. but be honest, do you actually like them? because i think they’re kind of embarrassing.”
you leave a kiss on peter’s nose, just under his glasses.
“i like you with or without glasses, peter. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? not with me.”
peter cracks a smile and loops his arms around your middle.
“thank you. that made me feel way better.”
“of course.”
one of your hands moves down peter’s body, two fingers inching their way up to his chest.
“seriously, though. the glasses are turning me on. what time does your roommate get back?”
“not til late, why?”
“because.”
you beckon peter closer. he turns his head so you can whisper in his ear. his brows raise, grip on you tightening.
“oh… oh, shit. but i thought we were going out?”
“not anymore. we’re staying in.”
peter lowers his glasses. you push them back up.
“the glasses stay on when we fuck.”
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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Choices | Series Masterlist
Peter Parker x reader series
Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18
Author's note: This happens after 'No way home' so it can be considered as spoiler if you haven't watched the movie.
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CHAPTERS:
One - It Has Always Been Her
Two - Tick Tock
Three - Take Me Back To The Day We Met
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sweet dreams.
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synopsis : it was yet another sleepless night for you— peter, of course, wasn't going to allow that.
pairing : bf!peter parker x reader
wc : 502
warnings : nothing worth warning <3 unless you’re against tooth rotting fluff !!!!! it’s all FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF !! a comfort fic for my night owls out there who refuse to sleep (mutuals… go to bed)
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a/n : hi ! sooo this is a rewrite of an old one, i feel like this is an improvement so i’m pretty proud of that !!! <3 hope you guys enjoy this lil fic, it’ll bring you sm joy, i promise !!!! comments, asks, reblogs, are greatly all appreciated :)
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brring! brring! brring!
a smile forms on your face as you look at your phone to see the caller id: ‘lovebug’ alongside a plethora of heart emojis. you always loved hearing from him, no matter the context, and of course you would never complain. only question was, why exactly was he calling you at 3 a.m. in the morning? 
“pete?” you answer, turning on your camera. your hair is an absolute mess, but you hardly care at this point. besides, it was peter you were talking to, he thought you were beautiful no matter how you looked.
“hi gorgeous.” just as expected. he’s predictable like that.
“my hair’s a mess, pete.” you chuckle, trying to fix it as much as you possibly could.
“i think it makes you look cute.” he’s grinning sweetly, only to see you roll your eyes in response.
“whaaaat? it’s true!”
“yeah, right.” you respond, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
“i’m serious.” his tone deepens, though it’s paired with an odd look— one that you assume was supposed to be an intimidating scowl, but it just made him look utterly adorable.
“you’re the cute one.” his grin only widens at your compliment.
“thanks, but i already know that.” he flips his (imaginary) hair, making you giggle. he can’t help but do the same once he hears you.
“anyways, why’d you call?” you ask.
“well, i swung past your window on the way home from patrol and i noticed that you weren’t asleep yet,” he pouts. oh. “i wanted to tell you to go to bed, you know you need it.”
“technically, i’m already in bed,” you quip, lying down to prove a point. he could only roll his eyes in response.
“i meant sleep, missy.” his voice was slightly stern, mimicking a mother’s voice.
“no, thank you.” you grin cheekily, though you talk in the same tone as he did, he sighs in disappointment.
“please!” he’s pleading now, using your known weakness, his ‘puppy eyes’. clearly, that wasn’t fair.
“i’m busy though!” no you weren’t, you were simply watching tv all night, or at least you were planning to.
“lovie, you’ve gotta get your beauty sleep.” he’s serious this time. you just looked at him and pouted, you did not want to sleep, despite the fact that your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier by the second.
“hm, okay, i’ll make you a deal.” that piqued your interest.
“okay, tell me.” you lean closer to your phone, peter notices that he’s got your full attention.
“maybe i could swing over for a sleepover?” he suggests, the smile on his face never leaving, “we could cuddle? i know you love those.” that was a well known fact between the two of you, it was also peter’s way to get you to fall asleep, a method that never fails.
“hm,” you mulled over the offer, but peter knew what you’d say, “okay, deal.” you say dryly in an attempt to mask your excitement.
“alright, beautiful, be there in ten.”
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shellshocklove · 1 year
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conversation | peter parker
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pairing: college!peter parker x college!female!reader
summary: peter parker is in the friendzone. and it sucks. especially when the girl he’s in love with is dating his best friend. smack dab in the middle of a bad situation peter struggles to keep his feelings at bay when the girl of his dreams comes to him for advice about her failing relationship.
warnings: i guess post!nwh, swearing, cheating, peter pining for reader, everyone being a bad guy, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, creampie
word count: 4.1k
a/n: um my first peter fic! it’s based on the song conversation by joni mitchell. listen to it, or don’t, i’m not your mother. i said i was going to stop posting writing, but i have “i must create or i’ll go crazy” disease so... (i’m still not a writer)
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She comes to him for conversation, for comfort, for consultation. But Peter wished she came to him for something else.
He remembers the first time he saw you. How he’d thought his heart had stopped for a second, forgetting how to do its most basic function. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful? How could a voice sound so sweet while asking such a mundane question?
“Is this seat taken?”.
“N-n-no!” he’d manage to stutter out, his cheeks flushed red and completely taken aback by the fact that you were talking to him. You’d given him a playful smile before seating yourself next to him.
Did he believe in love at first sight? Yes, after seeing you for the first time, Peter started to think he did.
Meeting you in a chemistry class, Peter thought, must be the universe’s take on a bad joke, because… you two had chemistry. Everything just felt so easy when he hung out with you. His smile always wide, cheeks hurting. Conversation flowing freely, or engulfed in a silence, that was always comfortable. The only thing though, even though you two had chemistry, you weren’t any good at it. Actually, you were barely passing.
And that’s how your time began. Sharing sodas after class, in a rundown diner, over chemistry homework. You’d seen how Peter had gotten straight A’s on all his tests, and one day you’d carefully asked if he would be so kind as to help you. Those were the actual words you’d used. If Peter would be so kind. As if he wouldn’t have done anything you’d ask without a second thought. Okay, maybe not anything. He doesn’t think he’d murder someone if you asked… or maybe… if you were in danger and it was the only way–
“Peter!” you laughed, waving your hand in front of his face, “Are you even listening to me?”.
“Huh!?” he hummed, a familiar warmth spreading through his cheeks as your laugh rang through his ears.
“You zoned out a little,” you said, scrunching up your nose. Oh god he loved when you did that– you looked so cute.
“Oh! S-sorry” he stuttered out, still embarrassed that you’d caught him daydreaming, “What were you saying?”.
“Ehm… just forget it” you looked away, waving your hand, “It was just something Harry did again”.
His name coming from your mouth felt like a bucket of ice-cold water over Peter’s head. Harry Osborn, your boyfriend, and Peter’s roommate.
As much as Peter loved Harry, he didn’t treat you well. This was usually how your conversations during your study dates would go, once it was clear that after a few hours of studying, you were done with chemistry for the day.
You’d usually bring up small things that Harry had done that hurt you or annoyed you. And Peter would be tasked with giving you advice, or comfort, or consolation. You always apologized after, for bringing Harry up in conversation, but Peter always brushed it off telling you it was fine. But it wasn’t. It always reminded him about his own failures. How if he hadn’t been such a pussy at Betty’s party, all those months ago, and told you how he felt, this wouldn’t just be a study date, but a real date. The problem was just that Harry had beat him to it that night. In Harry’s defense, he didn’t know about Peter’s feelings about you. No one did.
You’d disappeared at some point in the night, and Peter figured you’d gone home. Turns out you did go home, but not to your own apartment, but to Peter’s and Harry’s instead. A fact Peter didn’t know until the morning after when he’d bumped into you in the kitchen, his heart dropping to his stomach at the sight of you in nothing but Harry’s shirt.
Peter’s dreams weren’t completely crushed at that moment. He still harbored hope for you. Harry was quite the whore (Harry’s own words by the way, not Peter’s), and this wasn’t the first time Peter ran into one of his hook-ups in the kitchen after a night out. In Peter’s mind this was only a one-night stand. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. Not soon after, you started showing up at the penthouse, not to hang out with Peter, but with Harry instead.
Peter tried his best to not be disappointed when you came over. But the tiny spark of hope he had about one day calling you his, soon fizzled out and died. Every time he saw you and Harry kissing, holding hands; he knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you.
Trying to forget you, he started busying himself with classes and patrol, seeing you less and less. He’d run into you sometimes when you were visiting Harry. Only a short “Hello” leaving Peter’s lips as he’d retire to his room before Harry could see how much Peter wanted you.
Back in his room, Peter would convince himself that you and Harry being together was the best thing for you. If you were with Peter, he’d only end up hurting you. You deserve the very best, and Peter knew he would never be good enough. He was a fucking mess most of the time. He was always late to things, never on time, he couldn’t afford to treat you to nice things like Harry did, and his double life could make you a target, which was the last thing he wanted.
Peter kept his distance the best he could, but as time went on it got harder and harder to convince himself that Harry treated you the way Peter thought you deserved. Peter knew Harry wasn’t being honest with you, and it killed him to keep his mouth shut. The bubbling anger simmering under the surface every time he’d see a girl who wasn’t you, slip out of Harry’s bedroom. Then like a curse, a few moments later, his enhanced hearing enabled him to eavesdrop on yours’ and Harry’s conversations on the phone. Harry would always apologize for being too busy to come over and hang out. And with the softest voice, you’d let Harry off the hook every time. Leaving the penthouse, to go on patrol after nights like that, Peter admitted, his punches hit a little harder.
Your relationship tasted especially bitter in Peter’s mouth whenever Harry would throw parties at the penthouse. A hand over your shoulder or around your waist, never leaving your side, showing you off like you were a prized possession and not a human being. Was this the final straw for Peter? Seeing yet another way Harry didn’t treat you as well as he should; that had made him not want to make up an excuse, like he normally would, when you’d ask him if he wanted to study at the diner.
Peter had kept his distance from you for the last six months. Tried to stay in his lane. To turn the other eye. To fold his feelings for you in on itself like a piece of paper so many times he hoped they’d disappear. But one look at you again, sitting across from him at your regular booth at the diner, and his origami-ed feelings had sprung up again like a blooming flower in spring.
“I just really wanted to see him, you know? I’ve been so stressed about this chemistry exam– that I know I’m gonna fail by the way, and work’s been kicking my ass– and I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend… but he canceled on me three times this week”.
Or maybe the final straw, for Peter, was the way your whole body deflated in front of him. Peter could feel his heart break in real time watching you turn your head away, hiding the wobble of your bottom lip. And the worst part of it all was that Peter knew why Harry had canceled on you. He’d been over at someone else’s place. But Peter knew he couldn’t tell you that.
Carefully he reached out his hand, brushing it over the back of yours as you rested it on the table. “I’m sure Harry’s just been busy! I know he’s got his exams in a few weeks, and he hasn’t been home as much lately” Peter said, trying his best to make you feel better.
You watched your hands for a moment, how Peter brushed his hand over yours trying to sooth you the best he could. Then you turned your hand, wrapping it around his in a gentle hold. The soft touch of your warm hand, making Peter stop breathing for a second.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “you’re probably right, Peter”. You tried your best to smile, but Peter could see your sorrow written all over your face, breaking Peter’s heart even more.
“You’re a good friend Peter!” you started, “I’m so sorry for always talking about Harry, but it’s just that you know him so well, so it’s easier to talk about him with you– and you always manage to say the right thing to make me feel better” you looked down at your intertwining hands.
“It’s almost scary how easily you can make me feel better Peter– it’s like you have superpowers or something” you said, a chuckle escaping your lips.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you about my superpowers?” Peter quipped, trying his best to cheer you up even more. A smile spread across your face as you shook your head.
“My powers are actually being very good at chemistry– AND knowing how to make my friend who’s failing her chemistry class feel better”.
A giggle left your lips at Peter’s joke as you let out a sarcastic “haha, very funny”, playing along.
If only you knew though. How he wished that this mess could be fixed with his actual superpowers. How he wished he could just put on the suit and save you from Harry. How he wished he could free you.
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Landing safely on the rooftop of Harry’s penthouse, Peter looked around for his backpack he’d hid with his clothes. He’d managed to hide his double life from Harry so far, and he planned on it staying that way, which meant changing in and out of his suit crouched behind a rooftop vent, every day.
He was back earlier than usual, cutting tonight’s patrol short as it had turned out to be a quiet night. He’d stopped a man stealing a lady’s purse, and after he’d helped a man, who he was 90% sure had dementia, find his way back to his apartment. After that he’d just swung around the city for a few hours. At sunset he’d found a good spot at the top of this new skyscraper they were building downtown. His feet dangled off the scaffolding as he watched the sky turn every shade of pink and orange, before the sun dipped below the horizon.
Back home, on the roof, Peter felt the soft touch of the spring night against his naked skin. He quickly changed out of his suit before stuffing it back into his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder before he headed towards the rooftop door. With a light bounce in his step, Peter made his way down the stairs, his head filled with thoughts about all the studying he needed to do before his exam next week. Slipping through the front door he’s so distracted by his own thoughts he almost doesn’t hear it. The sounds of muffled moans accompanied by Harry’s bedpost hitting the wall.
But he does hear it, and images of how sad you’d looked earlier at the diner start flickering through Peter’s head. Before any rational thoughts can stop him, he’s fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He’s had enough. His fingers work on their own accord, pulling up your contact.
Peter hi, um are you at the penthouse right now?
He knew you weren’t, but he figured this was the best way to bring it up. Taking long strides across the floor, he made his way towards his bedroom door. Why did he suddenly feel like he needed to hide?
He passed through his bedroom door while he slipped his backpack off his shoulder. Not even ten seconds later his phone buzzed in his hands with your reply. He sat down quickly on his bed, one leg bouncing in an anxious rhythm, as he read your reply.
You no? i’m at home why?
Peter i think you should come over there’s a girl with harry in his room
Did this make him a bad person Peter asked himself as he watched the three dotted bubble appear and then disappear. Was this just him acting out of his own selfishness? Letting the devil on his shoulder whisper in his ear and guide his hand? Or did it make him a hero? Saving you from a toxic relationship?
You i’m coming over.
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The sound of your footsteps echoed down the streets, mixing with Peter’s calls of your name as he practically jogged behind you trying to catch up to you.
“Peter” you sighed, “just please go back home”.
“No!” he finally caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your wrist, pulling it a little, making you slow down.
“I don’t think you should be alone right now”.
Your face was blank, the only sign of any emotion coming from your restless eyes dancing across his face. He couldn’t decipher what you were thinking. You were angry of course. You were furious only minutes ago when you stormed out the door with both Harry and Peter at your heel.
Harry had spoken his sorry sentences. Telling you it wasn’t what it looked like. Begging for your forgiveness. But he was only kidding himself trying to convince you it wasn’t what it looked like, that he hadn’t cheated on you, when you’d literally caught him with his dick inside another woman.
Harry stayed behind in the lobby, probably thinking it wasn’t worth it to go after you into the spring night, in only his robe. Just as Peter were about to rush after you Harry spoke up,
“If you go after her you’re dead to me!”.
The venomous bite to Harry’s tone stopped Peter dead in his tracks.
“I know you fucking told her” Harry accused, “If you go after her I’m kicking you out– I NEVER want to see you again”.
But standing here, out on the streets of New York at midnight, holding your hand Peter knew he’d made the right decision.
“Ok” you said it so softly Peter didn't think he’d even hear it if his hearing wasn’t enhanced.
“Ok” he repeated.
You pulled your hand away, a knife twisting in Peter’s heart, and started walking. You didn’t say a single word on the way back to your apartment. Peter imagined you were hurt, but you weren’t crying, and Peter didn’t know if that scared him or comforted him.
Safely back inside your apartment you didn’t even acknowledge his presence as you threw your jacket off by the door. Then you walked down the hallway, taking a right at the end, to where he assumed your living room must be. Peter had never actually been in your apartment before.
He followed you down the hallway, after neatly hanging both his and your jacket on your coat rack. He found you on the floor by your couch, your back resting against the front, holding your knees to your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as soft sobs escaped you.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like that” Peter apologized, sitting down next to you on your carpet. A feeling like his only purpose in life was to comfort you, overcame him. So, he wrapped a hand around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. You leaned in closer to his body, your hands shifting from hugging yourself, to hugging Peter tightly.
“No, this was exactly how I needed to find out” you sobbed, “I needed to see it with my own eyes, or I wouldn’t have believed it”.
Peter let you cry until there weren't any tears left to cry, cooing you and whispering all the most reassuring words he could muster up past midnight.
“I don’t know why it hurts so bad… I think deep down I always knew he wasn’t being honest with me– he always kept me guessing” you said. No, Peter thought, he kept you down.
Before Peter could say anything, you lifted your head from his chest, a big wet spot on his t-shirt left in your wake. You looked him right in the eye, and Peter could feel a budding warmth of red covering the apples of his cheeks.
“Please Peter” you pleaded, moving your face closer, the closest it’s ever been to his. Your right hand traveled to cup his hot cheeks, pulling him even closer to your face. So close he felt your breath tickle his skin while you spoke,
“You always make me feel better– it’s your superpower, remember? Please make me feel better”.
Closing his eyes, Peter knew he couldn’t deny you, his heart screamed out for you. This was everything he wanted, was it not? With a shuddering breath and a heart beating out of his chest, he closed the space between you, brushing his lips over yours.
Your other hand cupped his other cheek, pulling him even closer to your body, letting out a small whimper as you kissed him back. Peter felt like his head was spinning. He didn’t know where he ended, and you began.
Then it all became a bit of a blur. His hands found your waist as you climbed onto his lap, brushing your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. Your hand left his cheek to toy with his hair, and Peter just about moaned into your mouth. He needed more of you, and with the way you were grinding down on his growing bulge, he knew you did too.
Warmth flooded his body wherever you touched him, and he didn’t think he could ever get enough of you. When your hand left his hair, he just about sighed with disappointment, until he realized how you toyed with the hem of his t-shirt. Raising his hands, he helped you pull it off him. Absentmindedly, you threw it away, before your eyes fell to his chest, quickly scanning over his muscles before they traveled up to his face, where they looked into his soul. Half a second later you pulled him in for another heated kiss.
His hands fell to your ass, helping you grind down on him. Fuck, he was properly hard now, his cock straining against his jeans. With every brush of your core against his cock you whimpered into his mouth, making Peter almost feel lightheaded. You were so pretty. Your lips tasted like raspberries, and under his hands your skin was softer than velvet.
“Take off your pants please” you pleaded against his skin as you started pressing soft kisses down along his jaw and neck.
His hands raced to unbutton his jeans. You pulled away from his neck, staggering to your feet on wobbly legs, making a whine leaving Peter’s lips. Over him you started pulling on your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your panties in one go. Mesmerized by your silhouette, Peter almost forgot what he was doing. You quickly sat down beside him, fingers coming up to hook around the waistband of Peter’s jeans. Then you started pulling them down to his mid-thigh along with his boxers. Peter almost forgot to breathe as you freed his aching cock.
When you climbed onto his lap, Peter’s brain started working again. His hands fell to your ass, steadying you as you got comfortable on his lap.
“D-did you want me to…” Peter trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say. Instead, he showed you. His right hand rubber over your ass and hip before his fingers brushed over your clit. You mewled at the contact, your eyes closing before you shook your head.
“No, no I just want you– I need you, Peter”.
Fuck, Peter thought. He’d dreamt of hearing you tell him you wanted him, for months. And now it wasn’t a dream anymore.
“O-okay” he stuttered, reaching a hand between your bodies, grabbing at his shaft in a rough hold. With his other hand he helped guide your hips to hover over his tip, sliding it back and forth over your slit, and lining it up with your opening. He could feel how wet and desperate you were, coating his cock in your arousal.
With a hand resting on his shoulder, you slowly sat down on his cock. First slipping the tip in, before your walls swallowed the rest of him, taking him fully inside. A choked moan fell from Peter’s lips as he savored the feeling of your velvet pulsing walls around him. Rocking your hips back and forth, your puffy clit rubbing up against his pelvis, as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, gaping around words you couldn’t get out.
“Shit” you panted, “You’re so deep”.
“Yeah” Peter breathed out, head falling back against the couch, “You feel me in your tummy?”.
“Fuck,” you lifted your hips, slowly starting to move, “y-yes, I d-do”.
Looking up at you, as you moved over him, Peter thought you looked like an angel. The way your ceiling light lit up the back of your head, Peter was sure you were wearing a halo.
Your rhythm increased and soon you were bouncing in his lap. Your breathy moans falling from your lips, the wet noises coming from where you were connected, and the way you were starting to clench around him, were making the tension in Peter’s stomach grow. Knitting his eyebrows together, Peter didn’t know how much longer he was going to last.
Scared he’d finish before you, his fingers found your clit, pressing down in tight circles. Under the touch of his fingers you almost jumped, while a shuddering breath left your lips. Then Peter felt himself start to get desperate, meeting your bounces with a thrusting of his hip, pushing his throbbing cock even further inside you.
Every brush of his fingers over your clit, coincided with a thrust of his hips, and soon he felt your wall flutter around him. He could feel how your wetness ran down his shaft and down his balls, and he knew you were as close to the edge of ecstasy as he was. His fingers never let up on your clit, and soon you clenched around him so hard he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Fuck,” Peter spat, “I’m gonna cum”.
“I–Inside” you moaned, “You can come inside– it’s okay”.
Your words pushed him over the edge, making him come hard inside you with a grunt. He didn’t slow down his fingers on your clit, and the feeling of him filling you up and the brush of his fingers, must’ve pushed you over the edge. Half a second later your hips stilled as Peter felt the frantic pulses of your orgasm milking his cock.
The feeling of you riding out your orgasm on his sensitive cock, clenching down on him as your body shook with aftershocks, it was almost too much, too intense for Peter. His breath came out in hard pants, and his body felt hot to the touch.
Peter didn’t know how much time passed as you both came down from your highs. It could have been three seconds or three hours. All Peter knew was that with you, he lost all sense of time. But this moment of bliss must come to an end. Everything is temporary, and someone must be the first to pull away.
On wobbling legs, you slid off his lap, sitting down next to him on the floor. You leaned back, grabbing your panties off the couch. Peter averted his eyes. The act was somehow too intimate to watch, even after what you two had just done. Instead, he busied himself with pulling his pants back over his ass, and tucking himself away, as a silence fell over the both of you. It felt heavy, loaded with questions he didn’t know if he wanted an answer too. After a few minutes a whisper left Peter’s lips, breaking the silence,
“I think I might be homeless”.
You didn’t answer right away, but Peter could hear your breathing change multiple times, like you were going to say something,
“I’m sorry”.
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tagging some mutuals (this is so embarrassing): @hollandweather​, @luciwritesstuff​, @userholland​, @t-lostinworlds​, @silkscream​, @sparklingsin​, @logangarfield​, @justapurrcat​, @tomdutch​, @devotion​, @lnmp89​, @mayal0pez​, @melodicheauxxo-writes​,
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its totally cool if you’re not comfortable writing this, could you do Tom Holland x fem!reader where reader has struggled with depression and it got worse over quarantine, then one day tom (or one of the boys cuz they were all together during quarantine)finds her overdosed on pills? Could end where she survives or not
yes of course! i just wanted to make a note beforehand that i am no expert in this topic, and i am going to be as sensitive as possible when it comes to exploring this topic. all my knowledge and descriptions come from me watching "euphoria" and its overtly graphic scenes, so please take all my knowledge with a grain of salt.
that being said, i am here for everyone if they ever need anything. i am also struggling with depression and i can sympathize with those going through those rough patches and moments in life. i am here for you if anyone ever needs to talk or needs a friend for whatever reason. (: my inbox is always open!
ps. i will also be posting this piece of writing on my wattpad if anyone wants to share the love on there too (:
warnings: angst, some fluff, will make you squirm, mentions of death/suicide, descriptions of overdosing, lots of mentions of self harm
word count: 1.3k
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There was something comforting in knowing you were finally alone. Away from the world, away from breathing, living humans. Away from it all. The bliss of hearing your own breathing, the beating of your heart as you laid down, arms spread out, much like that of a starfish.
But, through the bliss of being alone, there emerged your thoughts. The demons, clawing at you, pulling you into a state of pure pain. Your breath hitched in your throat as they whispered, the words twisting into you like a dagger. Tears pricked at your eyes as you fought them back, burying your face into your pillow.
This past year had been tough. You had friends and a good support system around you. But they didn't know. They didn't know the types of demons you fought every night, every waking moment.
Maybe this was it, this was when you would go. This was your time, time to escape your demons, to finally get rid of the hands clawing at you every day.
Maybe you could finally rest.
The cracking of the door jerked you up from your bed, as you sighed, rubbing your hands against your face. Maybe not today.
"Y/n! Love, we're home!" the familiar face greeted you as you got up, opening your door. "We brought dinner."
His eyes met your tired figure as he smiled, coming to wrap his arms around you as you smiled sadly, his hand rubbing your back.
"Let's eat, baby." you nodded, as the boys all hugged you. "It's your turn to pick a show."
Bringing the food to the living room, you smiled as you picked up the controller, opened up Netflix, and chose Supernatural.
"Finally!" Harrison cheered as he high-fived you, "Winchester boys are back in action."
"What episode did we leave off on?"
You backtracked, checking the current episode, "Season 5, Episode 10."
Harry groaned, "At least we finally get to find out what happens with Lucifer."
Tom laughed as he lightly punched his shoulder, "Let's see if our bets were true."
The night passed like a blur through your eyes, your body leaning into Tom's as his body heat warmed you up. Yet, you did not feel warm. Your body felt cold, as you closed your eyes, trying to rest from the neverending voices haunting you.
You didn't know how long you had been asleep for, as you opened your eyes, feeling Tom's arms wrapped around your waist as his face was nestled into the crook of your neck. Yet, you felt empty. Nothing felt right about where you were, as you slowly slipped out of the bed, heading for the bathroom in the hall.
A sigh shakily slipped your lips as you locked the door behind you, looking up at the mirror, at who supposedly was yourself.
Yet, you didn't recognize the person staring back at you. That person looked dead, dark eyebags under their eyes, lips slightly bruised, and cheeks hollow.
Go away
No one deserves to be with someone that looks like THAT
It's just in the cabinet, grab them, they don't bite
The words spilled from their lips as tears pricked at you, and you shook your head, a silent sob slipping from your lips. "No, I won't do it."
But why? It's not like anyone here would even miss you
C'mon, at least you can finally sleep
Sleep
Sleep. That's all you wanted, was for the voices to go away. The claw marks from their hands were not evident on your skin, yet they always pricked at you. It was hard to ignore them, and even harder now when all you wanted to do was embrace the cold.
All you wanted was to be warm, and peaceful.
Quiet.
Opening the cabinet over you, your eyes grazed over the familiar bottle of pills.
They had been prescribed for pain when you fractured your elbow a couple of months ago. But you didn't need them anymore, the pain was gone after two months. As you opened the bottle, you dropped one pill into your hand.
Then two. Then three.
Then the whole bottle was emptied into your palm.
You brought your palm up to your mouth, dropping them all in as you swallowed them dry, the itchiness in your throat stronger by the minute. Looking back up at your reflection, you suddenly smiled.
Maybe this was all you needed.
Just a little dose.
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Tom woke from the bed, noticing the emptiness beside him. Rubbing his face with his hands, he walked out, finding the boys at the kitchen table, chatting and drinking their respective cups of tea.
"Lads?" they turned to look at him, "Where's Y/n?"
Harrison shrugged, as he gave Tom his cup of tea, Tom only placing it down as an ache in the pit of his stomach grew by the minute.
"Did anyone see her leave?" Sam shook his head as Harry shrugged, staring at his phone.
He walked back into the hallway, noticing the light in the bathroom on. His hand came up to the door and lightly rapped the wood, "Y/n? Darling? You in there?"
Silence emitted from the other side, as Tom's eyebrows furrowed, and he knocked again. Putting his ear to the door, he heard little gasps, slight breathing before nothing.
His eyes widened, as he called for the boys to the door, and he knocked again, this time with more fervor. "Y/n, come on, open up!"
Tom was pulled back by Harrison, as he and Harry kicked the door down, gasps emitting from their lips.
There you were, splayed on the ground, vomit emitting from your lips as your eyes were open, glassy. Tom crouched down, fingers immediately going for a pulse as he couldn't find one, before beginning CPR. Harrison crouched next to him, on the other side, as he tilted his head, stopping Tom. His fingers immediately went into your throat, trying his best to open up your airway as Harry dialed an ambulance, Sam grabbing a cold towel from the kitchen. As Harrison cleared your airway, he motioned for Tom to continue CPR as Sam brought the towel and placed it on your forehead, hoping to cool you down.
Harry ran outside the house, as he flagged down the ambulance, the paramedics began to ask him questions he did not have the answers to. Leading them upstairs, one immediately opened his bag, taking out a vial of a transparent liquid and a needle. The paramedic immediately dropped in front of your body, as he grabbed your arm, plunging the needle filled with the unknown transparent liquid.
"Keep doing that, kid! We gotta go!" the other paramedic immediately grabbed the spine board, pointing at Harrison to pick her up by the shoulders as they slid the board under her body. "Let's go!"
Both paramedics ran outside, carrying her body as the boys followed behind, Tom going in the ambulance as the rest drove Harrison's car, all following the ambulance. The paramedic inside the ambulance took over for Tom and resumed CPR, as Tom held your hand, the warmth now slowly returning.
A gasp emitted from your lips as you opened your eyes, the paramedic smiling down at you before yelling at his partner, "She's awake! Let's go! How far are we?"
"5 minutes!"
"Welcome back," the paramedic smiled, "Stay with us now, okay? Everything is going to be okay."
Turning to your right, you noticed Tom's gaze on you. "T-tom."
"Hey, darling." he gripped your hand. "Stay with me."
At that moment, you realized, there were no voices. The claw marks were gone, and all you heard was silence. You didn't know how long this would last, or how long you would have with this silence. But you welcomed it, like a warm hug on a cold day. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe everything would be better this time around.
Maybe, this was your new beginning.
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