#I find it funny how tom has become the resident dad friend even though he is capable of just as much chaos and evil as the other three

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt. 3 because I have no life :] (the link I used to generate these)

*obligatory "none of the shipping quotes are me actually shipping them"

AJ: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. AJ: Fruits that do live up to their names? AJ: Orange.

Sam: Yo dumbass, get over here. AJ: Okay- Luke: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! AJ, sadly: I thought...I was dumbass...

Sam: Do you take constructive criticism? Tom: Not without crying.

Tom: Luke, take out the trash. Luke: Sure. Sam, will you go out on a date with me? Luke: *seductively takes off glasses* Luke: Wow... Sam: *blushes* Haha...what? Luke: You're really fucking blurry. AJ: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us. Tom: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this: Tom: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately." Tom: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Tom: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Tom: I also want to softhack his circuits. Luke: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again. Tom: Here is my wall of inspirational people. AJ: Is that a picture of you? Tom: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

Tom: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? Luke: Can't relate. AJ: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins? Sam: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Tom: What the hell!? Sam: Oh, sorry, my bad. Sam, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Tom, whispering: Of course. What do you need? Luke: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me. Tom: Oh Luke, I’m already embarrassed by you.

Luke: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Luke is such a nice person, Luke is so happy-go-lucky! Luke can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Luke CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Luke IS be in a bad mood. Luke: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable...and also assault with a deadly weapon. Tom, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Tom, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW! AJ: Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying. Tom: I feel like I can be myself around you. AJ: You’re weird and quiet around me. Tom: Yes. AJ: *Reading a letter* Tom: Well, what does it say? AJ: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Sam killed my pet rock. Luke: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting. That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time!

AJ: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Tom finally snaps and commits murder? Luke: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to him. Sam: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Tom: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Sam: Seize the dick.

Luke: Watcha doin? Sam: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Luke: Scandalous. Luke: Can I help?

AJ: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? Sam: ...What??? Tom with a gun to Luke's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven? Luke: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Tom, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Luke, in line behind him: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

Luke: I’m this close to falling in love with Sam. Tom: Your fingertips are touching. Luke: Exactly.

Tom: You believe me? Luke: Tom, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

AJ: My head hurts. Sam: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity. Tom: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. Tom: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed.

AJ: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from Tom! Sam: How petty can you get? Luke: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about. Tom: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Luke: Are you okay? AJ: Did you actually just ask him that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know? AJ: *spins around in chair ominously* I’ve been expecting y- *chair continues to spin* shit *tries to stop spinning* shit *tries to grab a table to stop spinning* sHIT *falls out of chair* Luke: So, you’ve finally arrived- Luke: Here to save prince- Luke: I’ve been waiting for this day- Luke: Stop skipping my dialogue- Luke: Seriously, stop- Luke: MOTHER FU- Tom: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Luke: And I need you to be less vague and weird. Tom: Things will get better! The Squad: Tom: Okay, maybe they won’t. Tom: But they will be terrible in new and interesting ways!

Tom: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Sam: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Tom: I don't have time for their problems. Luke: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Sam: Tom annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow. AJ: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Sam: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over. Tom: You know, Sam, when you generalize, you tell general...lies. Sam: ... Sam: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns. Luke: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Luke: Hey guys, what are your favorite kinds of pudding? Tom: Pudding deez nuts in your mouth? Is that what you were about to say? Do you gain joy from tricking your innocent cohorts? What if I actually wanted to tell you about my favorite pudding?

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WIP fic rec list

So I have a shit ton of important things to do so I was like, so what better time to make a WIP rec list of fics that are currently (hopefully) updating.

I know wips get a bad rap but I personally enjoy feeling like I’m in 1830s paris waiting for the next chapter of illusions perdues to drop. Also these authors are giving us sweet sweet entertainment and they deserve the hype. All stories deserve love no matter their completion status.

In no particular order:

A Brief History of Sex by Letzi

Never let it be said that Castiel Novak is not a passionate man. He doesn’t seem like he is at first glance, he’s willing to admit that. But what he does in life, everything that he does, in fact, in life, has been in the pursuit of passion.

He’s not sure how it landed him night after night sitting inside a cramped closet in a brothel’s bedroom, watching a prostitute get fucked from behind by one of her clients through a peephole, but that’s where he finds himself these days.

He has to make do with what he has.

--

ABO AU based on the TV Show Masters of Sex and the life and work of Virginia Johnson and William Masters, the pioneers of sex therapy.

A Priori by K_K_TiBal, whelvenwings   

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are headed to Hogwarts.

Castiel, as a member of the old Novak wizarding family, is fully expected to be sorted into Ravenclaw, like all of his ancestors before him. Dean, as a Muggle-born, has no idea what the Houses even are. With a surprise sorting and classes starting soon afterwards, they're both pitched headfirst into the unknown - and they find themselves in competition with each other almost at once, both of them needing to prove themselves to the people they left at home, and the people with them at Hogwarts.

Over the course of their seven years at Hogwarts, Dean and Cas learn what it means to prove yourself, what it takes to discover who you are, what it feels like to fall in love, and what it is they'll fight for - what matters most of all.

And Death Shall Have No Dominion by ForeverShippingJohnlock    

Castiel Novak is a zombie. Or rather, a "partially deceased syndrome sufferer." Treated and on medication, Castiel is deemed fit to return to living society. Whether society is ready to accept him or not is another matter entirely.

Dean Winchester is an active member of the Human Volunteer Force, a group determined to eliminate the undead. With his father as the leader of the HVF, Dean has spent years learning that PDS sufferers are scum, treated or not, and Dean wants nothing more than to make his dad proud.

Against all odds, the two boys form an unlikely friendship that makes Dean question everything he knows and believes, while Castiel thinks that maybe his second life isn't such a curse after all.

A story of love and loss, life and death, and everything in between.

Beyond Our Waking Eyes by abbythebollix    

Dean Winchester is troubled, Sam Winchester is growing up and Castiel Milton is too fucking hot for his own good.

Cupid's Fiery Shaft by ChasingRabbits               

When Gabriel Milton is forced into working on the school's annual Shakespeare play, he finds himself drawn to one person in particular--a techie named Sam Winchester.

While waiting on numerous universities to dictate the next major step in his life, Sam has been blowing off steam with his friend, lab partner, and (unknowingly) Gabriel's stepbrother, Castiel Novak.

Castiel Novak: a swimmer and one of the school's resident oddballs, who finds himself in a quandary upon meeting Sam's older brother, Dean.

Dean Winchester: gruff-voiced automechanic by day and culinary genius/MegaNerd by night, who might not be as heterosexual as he lets everybody believe.

If it sounds complicated, that's only because it is.

Now That's Comedy by CaptainMercy42     

Comedy. It's what Winchester's did. Winchester's, and about a million other dumb fucks with an iPhone and 140 character witticisms about their first world problems. It was not supposed to bug him when no-talent "wordsmiths" got highlighted in a bit on Ellen or Bob and Tom. But it did.

His dad, well he was great at it. It was dark comedy. It came from a dark place; the loss of a wife and the life of a morally bankrupt single dad, almost innocent in how thoroughly unprepared he was for fatherhood.  Substance abuse in itself provided jokes for days. The material actually outlasted his dear old dad. This surprised no one. What was surprising was Sam's decision to ditch college and do his own act, despite his lingering bitterness.

The first night Dean saw Sam perform was also the first night Dean saw Castiel perform.

Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by linoresearch   

The year is 1722 and across the oceans merchant ships are hounded by pirates. Killing and stealing their way to infamy, the Winchesters plague the trade-routes to the New World, leaving a trail of death and devastation across the Spanish Main. They are villains, and every ship that sails under the colours of the Royal Navy has been tasked with bringing them to justice; sentenced to hang by the neck until dead.

When the lookout of the navy frigate, the Lady Mary, calls ship-ahoy from the crow’s nest, first-mate Lieutenant Castiel Novak has no idea how his life is about to change. In a swash-buckling adventure across the high-seas, Castiel faces sea-monsters, ghost-ships, and much more, in the race to secure a valuable and dangerous prize. Thrown in among the pirates aboard the Black Impala, he also learns that Captain Dean Winchester can be hard to resist.

Number 1 Crush by Duckyboos                

Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it's Garth's turn to choose where they go and he's still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin' mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.

Dial 'M' For Monster by Duckyboos    

By day, Dean Winchester bakes cupcakes. He owns his own bakery (Stairway to Leaven) and people come from all over state to try his delicious vegan red velvet. By night, he’s a fighter of supernatural evil.

Castiel Novak owns the small town's only motel (The Resting Place). He has a problem; he thinks rooms 6 & 11 are haunted.  It’s not like he can just look up a local ghost hunter in the phone book though, now is it?

Oh, he can? Sweet.

All The Other Places by Englandwouldfall                

As is usually the way with this crap, nothing is that simple. Part 4 of Beach House       

Shades of Mediocrity by Englandwouldfall               

Dean needs to rearrange his life all over again, regroup, restart and work out what the hell to do next.Castiel needs to learn where to channel his heart break, among other things.   Part 4 of Home            

The Taming of the Dudes by Englandwouldfall  

They've been doing this long enough and successfully enough that Dean kind of feels they shouldn't be arguing over something as serious as the mortgage. Part 5 of As you like it       

Two and a Half Sheets to the Wind by Englandwouldfall        

The whole point of working on a cruise ship was to escape everything, so the last thing he needs is to run into a guy who makes him a little too honest on the first day of a month long stint around Europe.

With Interest by everandanon     

In which sought-after bad boy Castiel Novak agrees to make awkward, nerdy sophomore Dean Winchester fall in love with him for a bet, and quickly finds himself in over his head — but by the time he realizes his mistake, it’s too little, too late . . .

Fast-forward 11 years, and as guilty as Cas still feels, he has bigger problems to deal with. Grieving his twin brother and struggling to provide the care his niece deserves, Cas finally sucks it up and moves back home in an effort to hold things together.

Of course, it's only a matter of time before he runs into Dean - Dean, who's all grown up and even more beautiful than Cas always suspected he'd be. Dean, who says he wants to be friends, and is clearly much better at a game Cas hasn't played since he broke Dean's heart.

Dean, who might not be the forgive-and-forget type, after all . . .

Quarantension by everandanon  

In which Dean and Cas weather quarantine together like any Good Friends would — by developing outstanding skills in self-deception and providing all the casual affection and strictly platonic* orgasms the other could possibly need to make it through.** *Really not platonic **Spoiler: They need a lot.

Fortress by imogenbynight         

Five years ago, a malignant mass removed from John Winchester's temporal lobe left behind a quietly ticking bomb that nobody noticed until it decimated everything. Five years ago, John dragged Dean away from everything he'd ever known, hellbent on rescuing him from an imagined threat that felt more real to him than the blood on his hands. Five years ago, Castiel let Dean's hand slip through his fingers as he rescued Sam from what he'd thought was a more immediate threat.

For five years, Castiel has wondered if there was some way he could have saved Dean, too.

Now, with a phone call that he'd all but given up hoping for, Castiel has a chance to try again.

It's Kind of a Funny Story by deathsteel    

After an aborted suicide attempt lands Castiel Shurley in the hospital, he meets Dean Winchester, a charming damaged young man who is much more than first meets the eye.  Not being able to deal with the stress of growing up may have gotten him here and being hopelessly in love with his best friend's girlfriend probably didn't help, but Castiel soon learns that sometimes it takes  going a little crazy to find the path you were always meant to be on.

Loosely based on the movie/book by Ned Vizzini 'It's Kind of a Funny Story'.

Just A Schoolboy Crush by Zombiecat    

Castiel has a cliche crush on the highschool football all-star, Michael Ashton. Even though he's fully aware he's doomed to longing looks and pining in silence, it wouldn't be so bad if his best friend, Charlie, hadn't told Dean. Dean Winchester never seemed to miss a chance to get under his skin but for some reason he starts acting odd when he hears about Castiel's big secret.

God, Make Small by komodobits               

The last plane into McMurdo before the six-month winter brings a new face, an astronomer on transfer from one of the inland observatories. Truthfully, Dean doesn't know shit about neutrino particles; he's just the guy who gets paid to move the equipment from A to B and tries to keep it from getting broken and/or frozen solid. Castiel Novak's awkward, endearing smile is an additional bonus. However, the relentless blue night is brewing coldly for a storm, and it's starting to look like Dean and Castiel might be the only ones left out on the ice.\

Legacies by vanishingact    

Castiel Milton's uneventful life as a Massachusetts lawyer gets a little strange in the fall of 1887 when he is assigned to handle the late Henry Winchester's estate and his client's distractingly handsome grandson arrives to take up residence in the old manor house. As an unlikely friendship (with a side of pining) develops, the house slowly coughs up its secrets and reveals a whole world of trouble that Dean never knew his grandfather kept hidden.

The Game of God by seperis           

You can't win a war for humanity by sacrificing all of your own. Part 4 of Down to Agincourt        

Sequins and Spirals by euphemology  

Dean Winchester is a world-renowned figure skater who hails from the “good old U.S. of A.��� He is well on his way to the 2014 Winter Olympics, but there’s one small problem: so is his arch-rival, Polish skater Castiel Novak. Competition is definitely not going to be easy, but it gets even harder when the two men get assigned to the same room in the Olympic Village.

Show Me How To Love by universalromance    

A new family of kids at Lawrence High School brings a new perspective to Dean's life, especially when he becomes inexplicably drawn to the youngest of the siblings, a severely autistic boy who has never spoken or touched anybody in his entire life. Rating will possibly go up later. Possibly upsetting psychological subject matter.

The Process by Soupernabturel           

“Dean, hands to yourself please.”

The man in question straightens up in his chair, turns his flirty smile from the man two seats from him and onto officer Novak. “Sorry, Cas.”

“Cas?” Hannah asks.

“We get some regulars. They come to know a few of the officers, the patrol officers, especially.” Novak explains, the look on his face, almost slightly bored, slips a little. “As you know, I’m usually the one monitoring the Strip.”

 Police!Officer Cas is being filmed at work (A-la: Jail Las Vegas) for a reality TV show. Meanwhile Dean is a sex worker, not only familiar with the Strip’s booking process, but with a certain blue-eyed officer.

Start With a Name by cumberbellins, frickenapplepie (cumberbellins)    

Waking up in a stranger's living room with a blue eyed man staring down at you isn't the most pleasant experience ever. Dean Winchester can tell you that. Another thing Dean Winchester can tell you is that whenever you have to break into your brother's apartment, you should make sure that you got the right window.

starving in your gravity by alullabytoleaveby   

Dean has enough on his plate. Really.

There's his job as a paramedic for the local hospital and, while he loves it, loves getting to help people, the hours are long and the pay leaves much to be desired. There's his definitely-not-a-relationship with Castiel, the hot ER doctor, where's he's completely out of his depth emotionally. And then there's his brother, who's just dropped out of law school and has no idea what he's going to do now.

So what he definitely does not need is his alcoholic deadbeat dad stumbling back into his life.

Make Damn Sure by SurlyCat      

Dean Winchester is not thrilled about taking an office job at one the most powerful media corporations in the country. His work has always been hands on, but when Charlie tells him about the job opening and its comfortable salary, the temptation is just too great to turn down. And really, it wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for the blue-eyed man that also works there.

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have crossed paths far too often over the last 12 years, with an unsavory outcome nearly every time. This time though, walking away is just not an option as they're forced to collaborate on a project and learn to navigate each other like civilized human beings. For Dean and Cas though, nothing ever goes quite according to plan.

...In Bed by SurlyCat                

Dean Winchester and Castiel Milton met on a rainy summer day over a broken down car. Even though Castiel is nosy and seems to have no filter, Dean still finds himself drawn to the man. Over time they become friends, and over time, Dean falls for Cas, certain that Cas is uninterested. What Dean doesn't know is that his friend hasn't always been quite so tame, and Cas is careful to keep it that way. Who would've thought that a fortune cookie and a childish game would be responsible for bringing out the truth?

Tag, You're It! by Kitmistry   

Five months after the case that almost claimed their lives, what started as blowing off some steam during a high-pressure situation and continued as a mutually-beneficial arrangement is getting out of Special Agent Castiel Novak’s control. Falling in love with his partner is doomed to end in disaster, especially when said partner is Special Agent Dean Winchester—cocky, infuriating, and the biggest playboy Castiel has ever met.

Still on medical leave, Dean is bored out of his mind, and worst of all - once Castiel gets sucked into the investigation of a new case - without enough distractions from his inner demons. When he stumbles upon a small, seemingly risk-free case, Dean jumps at the chance to get involved, but the lies he has to tell could be catastrophic for the already shaky foundations of his relationship with Castiel.

With a new threat trying to take over the underworld of DC, Castiel and Dean have to find a way to work past their problems or risk losing each other forever.

Part 2 of The H Files       

The Supernatural Edification of Dean Winchester by OverlordoftheBees   

Based on TV Series “Afterlife”. Professor Castiel Novak (MA Berkeley, PhD Harvard) is an academic who has staked his credibility upon his ability to decompress and deconstruct the mythology surrounding mediums, clairvoyants and all things "new age spiritualist". That is, until a routine trip with a graduate class brings him into contact with medium Dean Winchester: uniquely gifted, supremely abrasive and desperate for a way out. When Dean touches on the tragedy marring Castiel’s past, his neatly constructed worldview is decimated. There is only a veil between life and death, as both well know. And as Castiel finds himself increasingly drawn to Dean, the fragility of that barrier is strained to its limit.

These Are the Nights by vintagenoise         

After a sudden tragedy, Castiel Milton and Dean Winchester reflect back on their youth in the beachside town of Sileas, Oregon, and all the lessons they learned on the path that led them to each other.In the Winter of 2008, Castiel visits his boyfriend, Dean, for Christmas. Despite all the big issues he and Dean have dealt with in the past, they've never had the chance to sort through the little things. Castiel is sure that their plans, from embarking on a road trip together, to spending time with the Winchesters, can only be good for their relationship. There's just one little problem that needs to finally be confronted: sex, and Castiel's difficulty with it.In the Summer of 2009, Dean and Sam visit their estranged father and his new family, who reluctantly allow Castiel to visit through Independence Day. All Dean wants is for his family and his boyfriend to get along, but between John's struggle to accept his son's sexuality, and his wife Kate's strange attitude towards Castiel, he's not sure he'll be able to make it work. Part 7 of Young Volcanoes                

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

Long Nights, Hidden Thoughts

Prompt: can you do tom and a cast mate (reader) on spider man 2 and falling in love slowly? I WOULD DIE FOR THAT!

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 2179          

Warnings: None

It has been a month into filming the Spiderman Homecoming 2 and it feels like a dream come true. Since you were a little girl you always wanted to become a famous actress, what’s even more miraculous is that it’s because of a Spiderman movie which just so happens to be your favorite superhero.

             You’re in between takes so you make your way over to the snack table for a banana. Just as you are about to take a bite your co-worker, Tom comes up next to you. He has made a habit of making sure you feel included with the group, always inviting you to outings and parties or sometimes calls you at the latest parts of the night to tell you about a funny commercial he just saw on the tv.

“Practicing for later?” Tom teases winking causing you to nearly choke on the piece of banana you were about to swallow. “Oo might want to keep trying.”

“You’re the worst.” You jab him with your elbow. “You done for the day?”

“Yeah, Zendaya’s going to get dinner with me. Wanna join?” Your eyes must be playing a trick cause you could almost swear there is a hit of hope hiding under the layers of his eyes. “We were thinking of getting some burgers and heading back to my place for movies.”

“Sure, that sounds like fun.” An unfamiliar sensation resides in your stomach that you easily dismiss. Tom walks you over to your trailer so you can grab your stuff and meet up with Zendaya.

               The whole ride to and from the burger place was filled with tearful laughter. You were all relaying hilarious instances from the course of the month. Many of them consisted of how Tom kept messing up in scenes from Zendaya distracting him, she learned all of his line too so she would subtly mouth them messing him up.

“Oh but what about that time his stunt landed him right on you!” Zendaya starts to crack up as you and Tom chuckle softly, your faces turning a tint pinker.

             Second week of shooting and your character (Y/C/N) gets to learn Peter’s secret. In the scene Peter is with (Y/C/N) and his mask off, he’s trying to prove to her that he’s not cheating on MJ who is your best friend.

“Just because you dress up as Spider-Man doesn’t make you him, Peter.” You cross your arms, not buying his truth. “Prove to me you are who you say you are.”

“Okay I will.” This is were the tightwires come into play. They are supposed to allow him to flip backwards and land with his feet on the wall in a crouched position. He propels his feet up to get some room to flip, but the wires move him forward knocking him into you. The two of you land on the floor, you on your back and Tom on top of you his face only inches from yours.

             Involuntary your breathing comes out shaky, of course this could be from falling backwards on your back with a whole other person on you. That’s has to be it, right? Tom’s expression fills your eyes, shocked and perplexed. You can’t tell if he’s being himself or Peter and you can’t recall the director shouting to cut.

“Umm,” you gulp now realizing your throat is a bit dry. “Better not tell MJ about this.” You force a smile telling him you’re okay and that he should keep this scene going.

“MJ?” His eyebrows knit together then widen all at once realizing that you’re still acting. Tom lifts his body off of yours and sits to your side. “Yeah better not. Does this mean you believe me?”

“That you’re Spider-Man?” You sit up enough to lean back on your elbows. “Well regular Peter wouldn’t even be able to attempt a flip.” A slight giggle leaves your lips as another smile cracks. “But only you as Spider-Man would be able to mess that up.” You both sit there laughing until the director yells cut.

“I can’t believe they kept it,” you try hiding your face in your hands. “It’s not even close to what they wanted.”

“Well when the movie comes out I think there are going to be ship battles.” Zendaya unwraps her burger once entering Tom’s kitchen. “That scene opens some serious questions to if Peter really wants MJ or (Y/C/N).”

             You’re eyes find Tom’s for a moment before hastily looking in a different direction. Sure you always thought Tom was attractive but you never let that intentionally get in the way of your work, but maybe it had. For the rest of the night you try to sit where Zendaya is placed between you and Tom, trying your best not to let your mind wonder too much back to that day.

A Few Days Later

             To your dismay, your mind has been haywire when it comes to Tom. You play that scene over and over in your head, you can’t help it his face engrained in your mind. Looking back on it he broke character, there is no way Peter would have forgotten who MJ was not to the extent of their relationship at this point in the series.

             On the other hand he could have been dazed from the unexpected turn on events. Maybe he thought I had broken character and was confused by the mention of MJ. You lightly tap the side of your head with the palm of your hand trying to shake all thoughts of this out of your mind.

             You’re thoughts are interrupted by your phone ringing. It’s Tom, you glance at the clock and see it reading ten o’clock. The flash of your phone burns your eyes as they adjust to the new light from the once pitch black room.

“Hello?” You make your voice groggy, hoping he’ll think you were sleeping and let you go.

“Come over I can’t sleep.” He sounds like an 8 year old asking for a cookie. “I have bananas.” You can hear a teasing smile forming on his lips causing you to laugh.

“Nice try Tom I-“

“Wait you didn’t let me finish.” He interrupts your protest. “I have ice cream too, how does a banana split sound?”

             You huff in the phone knowing he has you sold with the mention of the sugary desert. A while ago you made the mistake of telling Tom about how your dad would wake you up at late hours of the night to make banana splits. Since he passed away three years ago you hardly eat them, it’s not the same unless you have someone there with you.

             So there you were, outside Tom’s apartment in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, banging on the door. Without wasting time Tom opens the door almost immediately, a smile cracking on his face seeing your tired stricken face.

“I’m only here for the desert.” You attempt to look serious suppressing a smile beneath your features. Tom laughs seeing you fight with yourself as he opens the door wide enough to let you in.

             Just as you both finish up your banana split you drum your fingers against the counter top thinking to yourself that something is missing. Tom however doesn’t miss a beat, he wanders over to the fridge and grabs the whip cream. Realization and a smile flows over your face as he makes his way over and you try to take the can from him to spray some on yours.

“Allow me,” Tom has a knowing smirk on his lips that earns him a skeptical look from you. He places a hand on his chest faking a hurt expression on how you don’t trust him. Rolling your eyes in response you step slightly to the side allowing him better access to your ice cream. Tom approaches your desert as you feel a cool cloud erupt on your nose.

“TOM!” You shout as you wipe the whip cream from your face. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“No I’m not,” his smile bigger than ever. “I will pay for this though.” His hand goes back to your face and you shield yourself, but in the wrong place. Tom moves the can last minute getting a ton of it in your hair and runs to the living room stealing your banana split.

             Wiping the big lumps from your hair you fling the residue into the sink before taking off after him. You find him sprawled out on his couch with a mouth full of your desert. Pouncing on him he holds the bowl above you leaving it unreachable.

“Go get yours! This is mine.” Tom wines pouting his lower lip.

“That one you’re holding,” you lean back and sit on your ankles. “That one is mine.”

“Nope, I don’t like whip cream.” He shows what remains in the bowl to find no whip cream.

“Then why did you put it on YOURS in the kitchen?” You fake irritability.

“That one is yours, you like whip cream.” A smile floods his face once again. “Obviously since you’re covered in it.”

             As he laughs you search around the room for something to hit him with when your eyes focus on the whip cream can on the table next to you. Looking back at Tom he continues to chuckle as goes to take another bite of the desert. You swiftly grab the can and spray a glob into his open mouth that was eagerly awaiting something else.

             His wild eyes contradict his body as he calmly places the bowl on the table, swallowing the whip cream. Your heart races in your chest anticipating the trouble you just got yourself in. Tom’s arms wrap around you as he flips you on your back under him. His fingers rake the most ticklish parts of your body as you squeal out begging him to stop.

“I will stop on one condition.” He speaks just loud enough to be heard over your laughter.

“I’ll do whatever,” you scream as his hand goes back to your stomach. “Just stop!”

             Tom releases his hold on you but remains straddling your body below him. You take deep breathes feeling your lungs expand happily for every inch of air. His eyes peer down at yours intensely and you feel the unfamiliar sensation creep up once again in your core. Your cheeks heat like flames taking in his disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt. How is it possible for one human being to be this gorgeous?

“Well,” you whisper. “What’s it gonna be?”

             Your breathing intensifies but not from him tickling you. If you’re not mistaken Tom’s body has moved closer to yours. His hand pulls some stray hairs from your face, looping them behind your ear as his fingers linger on your cheek. A slight shiver dances along your spine as your throat goes dry.

“Tom!” Harrison shouts barging into the apartment. “Please tell me we have leftovers cause- woah… am I interrupting?” Harrison stops in his tracks once noticing the position that you two are in, a smile spreads across his face as his mind racks at the possibilities that he could have walked into if he shown up a few moments later.

“No no uhh,” Tom quickly climbs off of you and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “Nope you didn’t interrupt anything mate.”

“Yeah actually I should be getting back,” your feet start to travel your body from the couch to the door as Harrison stops you.

“You should stay, it’s really late you wont get a taxi and it’s not the best time of night to be walking out in the open.” He walks over to Tom expanding a smile that most likely has a second agenda. “We can watch a bunch of movies. It can be what you girls call… a slumber party.”

             You weigh your options. Harrison is right, it is really late too late to walk or to get a taxi. But even though you know you’d stay for safety you couldn’t help but feel a dash of excitement at the thought of staying here with Tom.

Ever since you were casted to play (Y/C/N) in the next Spider-Man movie Tom and you hit it off as friends, easily becoming best friends. Though over the past few weeks you have caught yourself gazing at Tom more often than needed. You love when he calls you late at night even when you’re exhausted, always seeing his name appear on your phone causes your cheeks to flush and form a smile that lights up your eyes.

Looking back at Tom you wait to see if he is okay with the offer. His eyes meet yours and you can see the wheels turning in his brain. Softly he nods but his eyes land on the floor between you two and Harrison laughs already knowing the answer.

“Well lets get the night started.” He claps his hands together completely aware of the awkward tension in the air. This is going to be a long night.

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