#Tom Holland Dad Imagines

[my-status-single]

The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby: Chapter 1

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. They won’t let him run to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe. His name is Ben. He’s four. He’s Peter’s.

She had been pregnant. 

It had been early. 

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

From the Author: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen. Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.

Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame Chapter Word Count: 1743 Chapter Summary: This chapter sets up the premise of the story. Touches briefly on Peter and Y/N's relationship, as well as introduces us to Y/N's powers. Chapter Content Warning: Teen regnancy/unplanned pregnancy-We discover that Y/N was pregnant during the blip. Peter and Y/N are in high school at this point. Blip-The Blip is a part of this series, the way Peter was blipped is mentioned Mentions of anxiety/depression-It is implied that Y/N struggled/struggles with mental health Parental death (not Tony)-Peter has dead parents Descriptions of injuries-After the battle with Thanos many characters are injured, Tony and Y/N's are discussed Medical themes-Tony and Y/N are in a medical centre, Y/N is in a coma

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Ao3 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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May 2023

Peter has known her for as long as he’s known anything. 

Back before his parents died, they had been prominent members of the Oscorp Foundation. They worked directly with Norman, and so Peter grew up spending a lot of his time with Harry Osborn. Occasionally, though, there would be a collaboration between Oscorp and their largest competitor, Stark Industries. With S.I. came Tony Stark, and with Tony came his daughter. 

She was about a year younger than him and Harry but she held her own just fine. She was smart as a whip and full of fire. 

He’d been in love with her for longer than he knew what love was. 

They had taken such a liking to each other that Tony made the effort to get them together as often as possible. Eventually, moving them to New York full-time after Peter’s parents died. Tony made an effort to keep up the relationship even then. He did it for his daughter; she’d become so attached to Peter. And he had done the same. 

The sun rose and set with Y/N Stark as far as he was concerned. 

The bond between them grew as they did. They became halves of the same whole. One rarely without the other. He held her when she sobbed, broken and exhausted, after spending the court-ordered time with her mother. She calmed his overloads after he was bit. They knew each other instinctually. Better than they knew themselves in some ways. 

And yet, there was never anything romantic.

Until there was.

They both knew. When they’d grown old enough to understand what love, marriage, and dating were, they knew it was inevitable. That there was no Peter without y/n. 

And that is a very daunting thing to face at such a young age. 

And they understood that there would be no going back once they crossed that line. 

They knew they would cross it eventually. 

But they had all the time in the world to cross it. And now, when they were so perfect as friends, neither wanted to risk what they had. 

And so they didn’t.

There was flirtation that couldn’t be helped. There were touches that toed the line between platonic and romantic, touches that lingered. Nights where they would fall asleep next to each other and wake up in a state where you couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended.

But it never went further.

Until it did

They were good kids, really. Good students, excelling in their studies, involving themselves in extracurriculars, making a difference in their community. They were good avengers as well. They weren’t officially on the team, certainly were never put in harms way. But Tony allowed them to patrol the city in the evenings, and to train with the team at the compound on the weekends. They excelled there too.

But everyone has times when they just need a break.

It happened the first time during one of those breaks

.

They had finished midterms, Natasha had been kicking their asses in training for the last month, they were tired.

And so they snuck into the hangar and hacked one of the jets. Because she could override her father’s protocols without even blinking. Spain. She had wanted to go to Spain. He’d remembered her talking about it, so he puts in the coordinates and settles in for the ride.

They’ve shared a room, a bed, countless times at this point and yet somehow this is different. Somehow this leads to their mouths on each other and their virginities lost to each other.

Things change after that.

It takes a while for them to get over it. To admit “I want you” and “I always have” and “I don’t want to wait anymore”. But once they do, once they allow those walls to be broken down they are inseparable.

The funniest thing about the whole ridiculous situation is their behaviour barely changes. 

They simply kiss now. Because they already spent nights in the others bed, they already were always touching the other somehow, they already could read the others mind and anticipate their needs. So at school, no one noticed they were dating until Peter gave her a quick kiss before running off to some sort of internship activity.

Its been years now. They are perfect. Ideal. He loves her with everything in him. 

And that’s why, when the invasion starts, he webs her to the bed so she can’t follow after him as he goes toward the battle. 

Why he goes to the battle despite her screams, her begging, her pleading. Why his last words as he disintegrates in Tony’s arms, after pleading whispers of “I don’t want to go” are “I don’t want to leave her.”

He spends five years living a life with no memory of his previous one. No memory of her, of Tony, of Spiderman. 

When the dust finally settles after that final battle, he’s the one screaming, begging pleading. Because his girl, his brilliant, beautiful, reckless girl, simply refused to let her father die. 

She’s always had them. The powers, the enhancements, that were so graciously forced upon her by her mother. 

She hated them, hated why she ended up with them. But they gave her the ability to save Tony’s life, despite it being at nearly at the cost of her own.

He’s held back, not sure by whom. He hears Steve yell for assistance to get them both off the battle field and to get them immediate medical assistance.

Her powers are…complicated. 

Her ability to heal is incredible. Whether it be herself or others. But it comes at a cost. 

Healing takes energy. She’s able to choose, when healing injuries, whether to use the injured person’s energy or her own. The severity of the wound would usually influence her decision. 

She was comfortable using someone else’s energy for smaller things, scrapes, bruises, most of Peter’s injuries because of his own accelerated healing. But bigger things…she would use her own “Because I heal better” she would say. 

Like after he’d taken the weight of a building their sophomore year, she’d used her own energy to heal that. He watched the colour drain from her face, watched slashes and bruises come and go across her skin, watched her exhaust herself right in front of him as the pain eased from his body.

After a fight like this neither had the energy to heal something as severe as this. But she did it anyway.

She does heal better. Quicker, more efficiently. It’s hard to leave any kind of mark on her because her body just rids itself of it.

So she lay in a hospital bed, half dead, as her body begins to repair what should be fatal.

Tony was exhausted, on the brink of death, he’d had nothing left to use up. She herself had been spent. So she took, and she gave. She gave what little energy she had left to Tony and took as much pain and damage from him as she could. Took as much as she could until her body gave out.

Tony woke later that night. Exhausted. Badly scarred. Weaker than Peter had ever seen him. 

But alive.

Peter is sitting at her bedside now, holding her hand in his. Needing to feel that it’s warm, needing physical proof that she’s alive. He’s fading in and out of consciousness. Fighting sleep because he can’t risk something happening while he’s asleep. It would be a restless, nightmare filled sleep anyway.

“Tony, we shouldn’t be arguing about this; you’re exhausted; you need to rest. We can talk about this la-“ He can hear Steve’s voice in the next room.

“We’re talking about this now.” Tony responds. 

Peter, even with his heightened senses, can barely hear him. He tries to tune them out, focusing instead on her heartbeat. A comforting, familiar sound that lulls him into a sense of security. 

But the next words he hears make his blood run cold, and his head snap up.

“He’s my grandson. He’s likely scared. He can’t have his mother, so let me see him.” Tony sounds angry despite his severely weakened state.

“Tony…” Steve says gently. “Look at yourself. You’ll only scare him more. He’s my grandson too. Let me look after him.”

Peter takes a moment. 

Grandson. 

Tony has no biological children other than y/n. There is Harley…a boy Peter’s age that Tony had taken in when they were thirteen. They’d been fast friends. And…maybe Harley could have had a child in the five years Peter had been gone…except he’d been in the same place as Harley for the last five years, and there was no child. 

So…so that must mean that y/n had…that she’d had a child. 

Sometime in the last five years she’d moved on…gotten pregnant…had a baby? He shakes his head, his chest aches. His feet move before he’s fully aware of it. He walks into Tony’s room. He stands there silently, until Steve notices him.

“Peter.” He whispers, a sigh in his voice.

Peter laughs weakly, tears on his cheeks that have no right to be there. It had been five years, he had no right to have expected her to wait five years. “I um…” He clears his throat, sniffing. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…it’s just so quiet here.” He says quietly.

“Kid ther-“ Tony starts but Peter holds up a hand.

“Don’t…don’t. It’s okay. You don’t need to defend…just…if there’s a way I can help? I could call his father, if someone hasn’t already or…or go pick up anything that he might need…or…or I can fuck off if you think that would be bett-“

“Peter.” Tony says as firmly as he’s capable of. Peter looks up. “Come sit. We need to talk.” He says, gentler now.

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. They won’t let him run to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe. His name is Ben. He’s four. He’s Peter’s.

She had been pregnant. 

It had been early. 

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

[ifortom]

Champagne Problems - T.H.

Synopsis: Tom and y/n, a couple that used to be inseparable, now face a deep crisis in their marriage. Their daughter, Olivie, 4, is in the middle of this emotional turmoil. With busy lives, differences of opinion and fragmented communication, the love that brought them together is slowly fading. After the aftermath they must face their own demons, rediscover empathy, and find a way to rebuild the relationship they once shared. Not just for themselves, but also for the well-being of their daughter, who longs for a united family.

A/N: Well here it is, this is a rollercoaster of emotions and I hope you enjoy it. An important note: English is not my first language so I hope you understand if there are any errors, be kind and let me know if necessary and I can fix it.

W/A: +5k

‘’Where’s my sweet baby pie?’’ You heard Nikki’s voice before she even opened the front door.

‘’Grandma!’’ Olivie screamed loudly when she saw her grandmother and ran straight into her open arms.

‘’Hi sweetie! I missed you.” She said hugging the little girl tightly. ‘’Everyone was waiting for you.’’ Olivie smiled and made her way inside the house without looking back.

Nikki turned to you, as you walked in the living room and smiled opening her arms just like she did with Ollie, welcoming you into a warm hug.

‘’What about you, darling? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.’’

‘’I know, and I’m sorry for that. Work’s been so hard lately, there’s a lot going on.’’ It wasn’t a lie, the last few weeks had been a pain in your ass with so much work since you got your promotion to chief editor at the publisher you worked.

‘’Yeah, Tom told me, that’s great news though!’’

‘’Its is, I’ve waited this for such a long time. But is complicated, Ollie is growing up and I feel like I’m missing out sometimes.’’ She smiled softly at you.

‘’I get it, just try not to stress yourself, that girl needs you... and you know, your promotion wasn’t the only thing Tom talked to me about the last time he was here... what’s going on with the both of you?’’

This was a question you really didn’t want to reply and this was a conversation you didn’t want to have, especially with your husband’s mother.

‘’I guess our relationship has seen better times but we’re trying. I’m just... I can’t have this conversation right now”

‘’I see... it’s alright sweetheart. I don’t want to intrude, just want to see you happy, the both of you. And that little girl.’’

‘’Me too.’’ You smiled at her, trying to hide the forming lump on your throat. ‘’I need to go, Tom is probably already home and we need to get ready.’’

‘’Of course. I’m going to find Ollie for you to say goodbye.’’ She walked out in the direction of the back garden.

While you waited, you took your time looking around the living room you’ve seen a thousand times already. Memories spread across the walls in the form of photos. Tom’s graduation day, Paddy’s first day of kindergarten, your wedding day, their family trip to Hawaii, Olivie as a new born. Memories you’re proud to be a part of.

The sound of small feet running to you woke you up from the small daydreaming.

‘’Mummy!’’ She hugged your legs and you bent down to her level to stare into her eyes.

‘’I’m going now, ok? Remember our deal?”

‘’Yeah, to be a good girl for grandma.’’ She said happily remembering your words from earlier.

‘’That’s right! Two nights, ok? And then we’re taking you home.’’

‘’You and daddy?’’ She asked playing with a string of your hair.

‘’Yeah, mummy and daddy.” She nodded. ‘’Alright, now give mumma a hug.’’ You tighly held her for a while, taking in her baby scent, the one you loved so much. ‘’Bye, babybug.’’ She let go of you and turned around finding her grandmother standing next to the couch. ‘’Bye Nikki, thank you for taking care of her. And please, say hi to everyone.’’

‘’Always. And please, have fun. You both need that”

...

Tonight was a special night. Tom’s company is hosting a party to celebrate a new partnership with a foreign company and, of course, as the wife of one of the partners, your presence is unquestionable. You need to be there to support your husband and keep the facade of the perfect couple with the perfect family. Because no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The dark red dress you chose hugs your curves in all the right places, the small slit on the leg made it a little more daring but didn't lose the classic touch. It had been a while since you dressed up for a gala event, so you decided to take advantage of the opportunity and remember your features that have been hidden for a while.

Tom entered the room wearing his elegant suit. His hair was straightened and with every step he took he exuded class, and as you watched him in the mirror's reflection, you noticed his gaze fixed on your body.

 ''Woah, you look beautiful tonight'' Was the first thing he said. Tom hadn't had the opportunity to see the dress you had chosen before this moment, so it was definitely a surprise.

''Yeah, I wanted to try something today.'' You smiled, breaking eye contact in the mirror and going to the table next to the bed, picking up the necklace you had chosen. ''Can you put it on for me?'' You walked up to him and handed the necklace into his hands, turning your back.

Tom calmly analyzed the necklace and felt his breathing hitch. There was the necklace he had given you just before Olivie was born. Your pregnancy was not easy. There were many complications during the period and the risk of something happening to you or the baby was high. To this day, he is grateful that you two made it out of the operating room safe and sound.

The small, sparkling jewel dangled from the chain, reminding him of simpler times. He knew the moment he saw it for the first time that you would love it. It was simple, but it carried enormous emotion, love and hope.

He raised his hands towards your neck and noticed that they were sweating. And you felt his warm breath on your neck and his fingers delicately ran across it, making goosebumps run down your body. How long has it been since you felt each other's touch like this? It's impossible to believe that the two young people who couldn't live without having contact with each other for a long time became like two strangers afraid to touch.

Maybe a few years ago he would have come closer, placed his hands on your waist and left a kiss next to your ear. You would have thrown your head back leaning on his shoulder and the two of you would have stayed like that for a while.

But things changed and the two of you were no longer the same couple at the beginning of a relationship as you were before. Life happened and differences emerged, thoughts changed and opinions diverged. How could things be the same as before?

Instead, Tom put space between you and scratched his throat. His hand went to the back of his head. You looked in the mirror once again.

''I'm driving today, so if you're ready we can go''

You nodded and turned to him waiting for some reaction. Whatever it was. But what you got was him turning his back and walking towards the bedroom door. Holding back the cry that wanted to leave your throat, you lifted your head and followed him. Time to play the part.

...

The path to the venue's party room was silent. In the car, Tom let the music take over the space. As you mouthed the lyrics to a random song that was playing, Tom let furtive glances find you. But you would never know it.

When you arrived, a boy went towards the car while Tom opened his door. He quickly turned around and opened your door, extending his hand to help you out. Tom thanked the boy who entered the space he previously occupied and left with the car to park it.

You held onto Tom's arm as you walked together to the entrance of the already crowded room. Taking a deep breath, a smile appeared on your face as Harrison, Tom's best friend and one of his partners, walked towards you.

''You're finally here, what happened that took you so long?'' He said suggestively, making Tom laugh.

‘’No need to pry, mate.’’ Tom replied, now wrapping his arm around your waist. ''We arrived and we are fine, thank you for asking.''

''No defensiveness, Tom. You look great tonight, Y/N.'' Harrison said.

''Thanks, H. You don't look bad either.'' Harrison smiled and spun around as if showing off his outfit. You laughed at his mannerism.

''Well, some of the investors are already here and want to meet the person responsible for the partnership with the Japanese company.''

''Don't put all this on me, you were responsible too.''

''Wait, Tom... you didn't tell me that this came from you.'' You said resting one of your hands on his chest.

''What? Didn't he tell you? It turns out that if it weren't for this guy here, things wouldn't have happened. He was the one who stayed up working for hours and hours, making it impossible for the company to refuse the agreement.'' Harrison said.

How come Tom never mentioned this? Of course you knew something big was about to happen at the company but you didn't know that Tom was working so hard on it. So every night he took a while to get home, he was at work? Was the silence that came from him caused by this?

Tom looked uncomfortable, which was strange. Why was he acting like this?

A waiter approached the three of you and held out a tray with glasses of what looked like champagne. Harrison took one, while Tom did too and handed it to you.

''Aren't you going to drink?'' Harrison asked raising an eyebrow.

''I'm driving tonight.'' His hand returned to your waist and you felt his fingers lightly caressing over the thin material of the dress. ''Let's do this. I'll be right back, okay?'' He turned to you, who in response just nodded.

''Y/N, Sophie is near the bar. She was looking forward to your arrival.'' He pointed to where his wife was talking to two women unknown to you. ''She said that only you understand her in this place.''

''I say the same about her.'' You started walking towards your friend, who, upon seeing you, completely forgot about the two strangers she was talking to.

''I'm so grateful to see you. I was already starting to panic.'' She hugged you. ''Girl, and that dress! You look wonderful.'' She said looking you up and down.

''Did you like it? I think I made the right choice.''

''Definitely. I bet Tom went crazy when he saw you like that'' She said winking. Sophie was one of the only people who knew about how troubled your relationship was, and she certainly hoped that things between you would get better.

Just like your words to Harrison, she was the only person you could count on at the moment. Ever since their relationship began, just a few months after you and Tom became official, you two had been inseparable. The two of you worked together to help the two of them when they decided to start a company. And in this world made of appearances, you remained the same.

Obviously, Tom and Harrison have other partners who are married to snobbish and difficult to deal with women. And even though their husbands only have a small portion of the company, they act as if they are in charge of everything and everyone.

That's why you two stick together. Holding each other.

''It turns out that I was also expecting a reaction but I didn't get much.'' You say dejectedly taking a sip of the drink. Her hand affectionately roams your arm.

''I'm sorry, darling. He may not have shown it but I bet he won't resist and at the end of the night we know what will happen.'' The suggestive way in which she spoke made you laugh sincerely. ''We know what you have hidden there!'' You chuckled even though you weren't sure how this night would end and if it would go that way.

''For now I don't want to think about it, let's just enjoy it, okay?'' You tell her, holding her hand and pulling her close to the bar. ''Let's order a drink!''

And while you distracted the thoughts that disturbed you with what you were experiencing at the moment, Tom followed your every move, instead of paying attention to the compliments and questions he received.

''What you're doing for the company is great, Thomas! I'm sure it will grow more every day.'' Peter's hand, one of the investors, stopped on his shoulder, pulling him back.

''Thanks, but I wouldn't be able to do any of this alone.'' He said. ''None of this would be possible without the help of everyone who works at the company. Everyone, without exception.''

''And he's still humble. You really impress me, boy'' Peter laughs, making everyone in the circle laugh too.

''If you'll excuse us, we need to talk for a second.'' Harrison interrupts and pulls Tom aside, leaving the circle of middle-aged men. ''Mate, are you okay? You seem a little distant.''

Tom stares at the ground, trying to keep himself steady. His emotions were running high, and he didn't want to show it, at least not here and now.

''Yeah, I just need to have a glass of water.'' He replied walking towards one of the waiters who was carrying what he needed. ''This conversation has stressed me out. Harrison, I didn't do it all alone. You were part of it too.''

''Tom, I know that. Just accept the compliment, you know that's what they like to do. They're just interested in the money they're going to receive from all of this.'' Harrison says, resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. ''You do not need to worry about me. After all, I didn't lie about who actually stayed up late working on this project. The merit is yours, my friend.''

‘’Thanks, mate” Tom smiled and hugged his friend.

''Let's mingle a little bit more, okay? Then we can return to the arms of our dear wives.'' After Harrison's words, Tom's eyes went looking for you again. And they found you in the same place, laughing and enjoying the night, looking freer than before. ''Speaking of which, why didn't you tell her what was going on?''

''I think I was working too much and didn't want to worry her. She just got promoted and you know how Y/N is like. Always putting the needs of others above her own.’’

''Tom, she is your wife. Not to mention she's the mother of your daughter. She needs to know about things that happen, you can't deal with everything alone.''

''I know that.'' He took a deep breath. ''But this is not the time for that, shall we continue?''

Harrison looked a little disappointed but didn't want to step on any more toes, so he just agreed and they carried on with the night.

...

''I can't believe he did that.'' Sophie said shocked. ''What an asshole.''

''Well, you can believe it.''

''He promotes you and still has the courage to challenge you? Doubting whether you will be able to complete your tasks on time?''

Since you were promoted, your boss has been making comments about your work making you doubt whether it was a good choice or not. Which doesn't make sense because the decision to promote you was his. How can he doubt your abilities now?

''It's been exhausting but I've been trying not to pay too much attention to his sarcastic comments.''

''I bet so, but I'm sure you're doing an excellent job.'' She smiled. ‘’Seriously, you shouldn't care about this asshole’’

''Whoa, who's the asshole?'' You heard Harrison's voice, and turned around to find him and Tom approaching the two of you.

''Y/N's boss is trying to make her work life hell.'' She responded as Harrison hugged her from behind. At that moment you felt jealous of her. ''Hey, want to dance?''

''Hm, one of the bosses embarrassing himself on the dance floor with his lovely wife? Is this something everyone here would like to witness?'' He pretended to think for a while before holding her hand. ''I bet they wouldn't miss this for anything.'' He dragged her to the dance floor, leaving you and Tom standing next to each other laughing.

When the laughter stopped it was strange. They were there, husband and wife embarrassed to be so close. Tom broke the ice and got closer to her, who leaned back on a table. His hands went to her waist while hers went to his chest.

''I would ask you to dance too, but I don't know if everyone here is prepared to watch this disaster.'' The playful tone in his voice made her startle. She feigned shock.

''Are you sure about that? Am I the cause of disaster? Do I need to remind you of our first dance? How many times did you step on my foot that night?'' They laughed together and for the first time in a long time, you felt close to him. Almost complete. He was there, and he was yours. ‘’Tommy...’’

His heart missed a beat when he heard the nickname. Your hands went around his neck, your face slowly approaching his.

‘’Yeah, darling, I’m here.’’

''I really miss you.'' You say placing your head on his chest. ''I'm tired.''

''Do you want to go home?'' He asked, stroking your back.

''Are you sure? It's your party. I can go alone if you want. I'm not that drunk, I'm just really tired.'' Your voice was muffled but he could hear it.

''It doesn't matter, I won't let you go alone. I just need to say goodbye to some people, okay? And talk to Haz.'' He said, making you look at him.

''Okay, I'm going to the bathroom.'' He nodded and let you go. Watching your path before following his.

In the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed how flushed you were. Not knowing if it was caused by the drinking or the closeness you were with your own husband.

You entered one of the stalls just as two women entered the bathroom.

''Did you see them today?" One of them said. ‘’They look so hot.’’

''Yeah, it's a shame they had those two clinging to their arms all night.'' The second voice said, Ava, you recognized it. She was Tom and Harrison's assistant at the company. The person everyone has to deal with directly before they can exchange a word with either of them. Normally, she is the one who decides which issue is extremely important and needs to reach them or not.

''Did you see Y/N tonight? I never imagined she could dress so well''.

''It was definitely just for the show.'' Ava replied and you held your breath in fear that they would realize that there was someone else in the same room as them. ''At least she looks pretty today.''

''And how do you feel about that?'' The girl asked cautiously.

''What do you mean by that, Izzy? Do you think I'm afraid of her?'' Ava mocked. ''You don't even know the half of it.''

''It's his wife.'' The second girl, Izzy, clarified.

''Do you want to know? Tom and I have become very close these last few weeks. Late one night, while we were at the office, he opened up to me. He was very honest saying that their marriage is not going well. Made it seem like he was tired of her or something.'' She said. ''What they did today was just to keep up appearances. I know what he really wants.''

''You mean he wants you?'' Izzy said and you felt your heart stop waiting for the answer.

''It's not that, I mean, we had a moment. This week, he was in the middle of a meeting when his daughter's daycare center called. Something about her fighting with a colleague over a pen, childish stuff, you know? I needed to act and since my name was on the list of people who could pick her up, I went.'' You felt dizzy upon hearing the information. How had Tom not told you this? ''I think he was extremely grateful, we hugged and well, we almost kissed.''

Everything was getting blurry, you couldn't believe he would do something like that.

''It didn't happen, so I don't want to say he wants me, but maybe he wants to get rid of her.'' She finished. ''Anyway, I wouldn't have a relationship with him. A daughter and an ex-wife? It is not for me. But that's it, looking doesn't take away anything.''

They left the bathroom still gossiping, but you couldn't hear anything else. How could he have done this? Not just exposing your relationship to a stranger and almost kissing her but hiding something about your own daughter? Trying to remember a moment that may have been abnormal, you remembered two weeks ago, when Tom called you informing you that he was already at home with Ollie earlier and that you didn't need to pick her up. This was unusual, and never happened unless you agreed beforehand.

Something happened at her school, little Olivie got into trouble and you didn't know about it. You couldn't discipline your own daughter because your husband decided to hide it from you.

After the shock, some things started to make sense and well, your husband almost kissed another woman. There's a lot going on and you're not in a good place to think about it. Your only goal now is to go home.

Leaving the cabin, you looked in the mirror and finally noticed the tears running down your face.

You quickly wiped your face and left the bathroom, encountering who you wanted to avoid. He was there, near the door, talking to the two women who had just exposed the biggest nonsense that Tom Holland could have done in his life. His eyes met yours and he was distracted, confused by your expression, soon the women also noticed that you left the bathroom right behind them.

And they knew what they had done. They said goodbye to Tom without looking back. He walked up to you and cupped your face with his hand.

''Y/N what happened?'' He said worriedly, you grabbed his wrists, removing his hands from your face.

''I'm going home.'' Was the only thing you said before walking past him towards the exit. Without looking at anyone, not even Sophie.

When you finally left the salon, the same boy from earlier was standing in front of the familiar car, waiting for the owner. He spotted Tom, who was behind you and handed him the keys.

He thanked the boy and stopped in front of you.

''Let's go, and we'll talk about what's going on.'' He held your hand only for you to make him let go right away.

''I'm not going with you''

''What? Y/N, get in the car.''

You shook your head and the tears came back. Soon your face was covered and you couldn't control it.

''No. How could you... how could you do this to me?" Your voice was increasing and Tom started looking around frantically.

''Y/N, baby, please. Let's go home.’’ Your hands went to your face, hiding it, embarrassed by this whole situation.

''You're hurting me so much, Tommy.'' Carefully he approached you and hugged you. And you allowed it. Because you are tired, tired of fighting, of holding this relationship alone, of holding a family alone.

Tom managed to guide you to the car and just like on the way there, the return was filled with silence. The only thing that could be heard this time was the sound of your sniffing.

When you arrived home, you were the first to get out of the car without looking back. Tom hadn't even parked properly and you were already outside. Sobriety overshadowed any drink you had this evening. With difficulty you found the keys to the front door inside your bag.

Finally inside the house, you took off your heels, leaving them at the entrance and made your way to the living room. You can hear Tom closing the door and walking right behind you.

''Can you tell me what happened to Ollie at school?'' You turned to him. ''Or are you going to keep hiding this from me?''

And so, Tom understood. He finally understood what had happened. You knew everything.

''She had a fight with a friend. Apparently, he took something from her and she tried to resolve it by pushing the child.'' Tom said as he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. ''The child was not hurt and the parents understood that it was just a silly disagreement between the children. But the school called me to talk about her behavior.''

''They just called you, or called us both?’’

''Both of us.'' He said knowing where this was going. Your face contorted into an expression of pain.

''Do you know how that makes me feel, Tom? My daughter behaved badly and you omitted me to be responsible for it. She's not just yours, Tom. I need to know these things. What does this teach her? That it's ok if she hides certain things from me, because you did the same? And when she decides to do this with both of us? That hiding things is better?''

''I know I made a mistake, Y/N but I didn't want to burden you. I know the work has been difficult. Hell, you said that to Sophie today.'' He said trying to defend himself. ''I'm sorry for hiding it from you, but I did it thinking about saving you some worry.''

''Thomas, she's my daughter too. I need to know what happens to her. God, Tom, she's 4 years old.'' You try to reason with him, who just sits on the couch. ''I know that's not the whole reason you kept this from me.''

And when he looks up, you find him with eyes full of tears ready to collapse.

''I heard Ava's conversation in the bathroom, that's how I found out. I know she went to pick up Olivie that day. And for the record, I know she's your secretary but I want her off the list of people who can pick up Ollie.'' You say, moving away from him. ''I know what happened next. Between you two.''

Tom quickly stood up in front of you, his eyes begging you to accept whatever he was going to say.

''I don't know what she said, but you need to believe me when I tell you that nothing happened between us. I could never do that to you Y/N, you need to know that.'' And to his surprise you smiled softly. ''From the first moment you came into my life, I knew I would never need anyone again, no matter what.''

''Tom, what happened to us? When and why did we grow so far apart? Isn't this what we wanted, our family?''

''I know I've been distant but Y/N... things really aren't easy. We almost lost... we almost lost the company. Our accounts weren't good, there was a month when I thought we wouldn't be able to pay the employees. Me and Haz were desperate.'' He turned around as if he was embarrassed. ''We almost lost our investors. That's why I had to work twice as hard. So I spent a few nights away from home. In the midst of all this, all I could think about was the two of you. I needed to protect you no matter what.''

Your face softened upon hearing his outburst.

''It's been 10 years since we started this project and look at everything we've built. I had to do something. I know you work and believe me, you are the best at what you do, and your boss is just another asshole in this world who thinks he is better than others, but wouldn't be able to do half as much as you.’’

His face, like yours, was already full of tears.

''I'm sorry, I just couldn't let it all end like this. So, I did everything I could to rebuild what we have.'' He finished, approaching you once again, carefully his hands cupped your face. ''I'm sorry, my intention was never to hurt you. I would never do that.''

Without thinking twice, your lips pressed against his. You hadn’t felt them in a while. Your hands went to his hair while his went to your waist, pulling you as close as possible. As you deepened the kiss, Tom's hands ran down your back. His lips trailed down to your neck and collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way.

Your hands found the jacket he still wore, removing it.

''Y/N, I don't want to... are you sure?'' He said with a hitched breath as you left small kisses on his lips. It had been so long since you had truly felt him.

''Yes I'm sure. I miss you so much, Tom, please.'' You said as you stared at him firmly.

He guided you to your room and as always, you let him, trusting him as you always did. And that night, Tom made you feel what you hadn't felt in a while, closeness to him. The care he always had, the affection. Skin on skin, sweat, short and mixed breaths.

...

On Sunday, two nights later, in the morning Tom told Nikki that you would be there for lunch and she could barely contain her happiness at hearing the news. Somehow she managed to notice the difference in her son's tone of voice and knew that things were working out.

Of course, you talked afterwards, for a long time, and agreed that you wouldn't hide anything from each other, especially issues related to Olivie. And you would always be there to listen to each other in any difficulty that may arise. That's what you promised when you exchanged rings and it would remain that way for a long time.

''Mumma, daddy!'' Olivie's excited voice was the first thing you heard when you arrived in the back garden of the Holland family house.

''Hi, baby!'' You said as Tom picked Ollie up. ''Did you have fun with grandma and grandpa?''

''Yeah, we made cookies.'' She said excitedly.

''I hope you left one for me.'' Tom said making the little girl laugh.

''I ate them all.'' She said jokingly. ''Sorry dad.'' Tom opened his mouth pretending to be shocked and you laughed at their mannerism.

This was what you missed, moments of joy and togetherness, happiness and love.

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Hope you liked it!

[mj-jones-parker]

Morgan, playing with Peter's hand: Why don't you have a ring on your finger like Mommy and Daddy do?

Peter: Because Mom and Dad's rings are wedding rings and I'm not married

Morgan: Why aren't you married?

Peter, glaring at Mj: I don't know. Why I am I not married, Michelle?

Mj: Because were 17

[alltoowelltom]

Dad!Tom request to ease my sad heart today 💗

Dealing with feelings of inadequacy as a mother 🫶🏼

Tom had left early for a meeting that morning. He’d quietly had a shower and gotten dressed in the dark, crouching next to your sleeping form and pressing a kiss to your cheek to say goodbye. You’d hummed in response, hoping the peaceful tendrils of sleep would allow you to stay in their clutches for a little while longer. 

Alas, a whine from the baby monitor on your bedside table shattered that dream. 

In return you whined quietly at the device, beginning to push the duvet back off your shoulders so you can go and get Miles. Tom shook his head, pulling the blanket over you again and standing back up. 

“I’ll get him, love.”  he whispered. “I’ve got a few minutes before I have to leave. I’ll bring him to you.”

Tom was as good as his word, returning several minutes later with a sleepy Miles and depositing him into your waiting arms as you sat up, reaching for your breastfeeding pillow you’d left on the floor in the night. 

“I’ve changed his nappy and everything.” Tom explained. “I’d have fed him too, but I’m not much help in that department.” 

You smiled weakly while adjusting Miles in your grip so he could have his breakfast, too sleep-deprived to find the energy to use your words. Tom seemed to understand, pressing a kiss to your head and simply rubbing Miles’ back in farewell so as not to disturb him. 

The morning hadn’t continued in such a peaceful fashion. 

You’d almost fallen asleep twice while standing at the kitchen counter trying to prepare breakfast for yourself. You were distracted from your tired state by Miles who seemed to just be having a bad day. He sat in his bouncer seat and simply cried, only pausing occasionally to catch his breath, sniffle, and then continue howling. You’d tried everything, changing his nappy, changing his outfit in case the material was uncomfortable on his skin, feeding him, burping him, distracting him with a rattle, even going as far as to check his temperature. 

With all your attention on trying to help Miles the house was in disarray; dishes were piling up in the sink, laundry baskets were discarded in the living room full of clothes getting creased, the benches needed wiping down and the floor could really do with a good vacuuming. 

It all came to a head at 2pm when Tom called to let you know he was on his way home, and did you need him to pick up anything for the family dinner you two were hosting tonight?

Fuck. 

“I can’t do it, Tom. We’ll have to cancel. The house is an absolute pigsty and Miles has spent the entire day crying,” you wailed into the phone. “I need you to come home, I can’t do this whole mom thing on my own.”

“Hey, hey, my love,” you heard Tom’s concerned but warm tone on the other end of the line. “I’m on my way now, alright?”

Your breathing shook as you nodded along, forgetting he couldn’t see you through the phone call. 

“Why don’t you sit down for a bit?” he continued. “You sound exhausted. You and Miles go sit on the couch and I’ll be right there.”

You took his advice and sat down with Miles in your arms, holding him close to your chest. He wasn’t properly crying anymore, just sniveling into your sweater as you rocked both him and yourself. 

Tom arrived home and changed into comfy sweats before taking a seat on the couch where you and Miles were both practically asleep. He took Miles into his arms, kissing the boy’s head while snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You snuggled in gracefully, allowing your eyes to fully close now that you knew Miles was safe with his dad. 

Tom’s family arrived an hour later, finding their eldest son on the couch with his sleeping wife next to him and his own son in his arms. He waved them in, reassuring them that everything was okay, you and Miles had just had a rough day. At first his family suggested they leave you three in peace and reschedule dinner, but Nikki decided you could probably do with a few extra sets of hands. She set Tom’s dad and brothers (bar Sam) different tasks of cleaning the house while Sam went to look through the pantry to decide what he’d make for dinner, and she got to work folding laundry. 

When you woke up, you saw the house was in much better shape and Miles sitting on Harry’s knee, giggling up at his uncle as if he hadn’t spent the majority of the day in tears.

“Feeling better, darling?” Tom asked as he felt you stir. 

“Much,” you answered, sitting up and wiping a spot of drool off his shoulder where your head had rested. “Oh Nikki, you don’t have to do all of that!” you cried, seeing her sat cross legged on the living room floor folding laundry.

She rolled her eyes at your stubbornness, but allowed you to help folding Miles’ onesies and pairing his tiny socks. 

“Hey,” she said, catching your eye when the boys had wandered into the kitchen to see if they could swipe some food from Sam. “You’ve got that look on your face. Don’t feel bad about needing some help every now and then, right?”

You nodded unconvincingly.

“I just-” you started. “I just feel like I can’t do it. Like I’m not a good mom because I get so overwhelmed and then I fall apart.”

“You are a good mum, Y/N.” says Nikki. “Look over there.” she nods towards the kitchen where Tom holds your son, surrounded by his brothers. Miles is beaming, loving the attention from his dad and his uncles. “That’s a happy baby,” she confirms. “He’s happy and healthy, which means you’re doing a fantastic job.”

“I guess,” you nod. 

“It’s normal to need help sometimes, and we’re always happy to give it.” Nikki reassures you as Tom makes his way over, depositing Miles into your lap. He clings onto you, grabbing a handful of your hair and snuggling into your chest. You press a kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his back gently. 

“It’s what families do,” Nikki finishes. “How do you think Dom and I coped with having four of these rascals?”

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anon: i hope you're feeling better, take it easy <3

everyone else: hope you enjoyed! please consider reblogging, it really helps a writer out

[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 

[parkerpeter24]

building a snowman with dad!tom

i love the idea 🥺

pairing: tom holland x reader

winter blurbs 2.0 ❄️ | 2.0 masterlist ❄️

“winters are her favorite season.” tom tells your mom as he helps your little girl pull her arm through the sleev of her new christmas sweater.

little strands of her hair went flying and you brushed them down with your fingers, “do you like the sweater nana got you?” you ask her.

june– your three year old– nods, giving you a toothy smile, “pretty.”

on christmas eve, you and tom called your families over for a dinner. it was a tradition. and now, after dinner, all of you are gathered around the living room, watching june play with her new toy train as everyone exchanged gifts and memories of the past year.

“dada! snow!” june pointed out and all of you noticed that it was starting to snow.

“oh, we better be off before it starts to snow heavily.” your dad pointed out and however much you insisted they stay, it didn’t work as you found yourself standing on the patio of your little house and tom held june’s hand, waving her grandparents goodbye.

the next morning a good layer of snow had set in and the look that tom and june shared first thing in the morning was enough to tell you to pull out jackets and boots for all three of you. sometimes you felt like you had two kids.

you even had to force them to stay in for breakfast. after that, however, the two of them rushed outside because “june wants to make a snowman!”

you went along with them, smiling as june ran over the snow, leaving behind a trail of tiny bootprints. when she accidentally fell over the snow, tom ran towards her and fell on his back beside her on purpose. he started moving his arms and legs over the snow to make snow angels, prompting the little one to do the same as her father.

“come on over and make snow angels with us, darling!” you chuckled at the two of them before following suit.

after the three of you were done making snow angels and june sat up, tired of flailing her arms and legs around.

“hey, little junie, you wanna go inside now?” tom asked, rubbing her back but she shook her head.

“i want snowman!”

and as far as you knew tom, he would do anything to complete any demands of his angel. thus began the conquest of building a snowman.

tom worked on getting the base made while you and june made the smaller ball of snow. when the lower part was done, june helped tom in shaping the snow with her tiny gloved hands. you and tom assembled the remaining snowman, letting june fix the carrot as its nose at last.

“yay!” she grinned, clapping her hands when she was done. tom smiled at her picking her up in his arms and admiring your work.

“now what should we name it?”

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[incorrectsourwolf]

Peter: In my defense, I was left unsupervised☝🏻

Tony: Wasn't Thor with you? *side eye*

Thor: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised...

(ps: my dream duo is thor×peter, so chaotic, SO CUTE)

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S DADDY

“Okay Mia.” You start, sitting back trying to get comfortable. “I’m going to show you a picture and you tell me who they are. You’ve met them all before so this will be easy.”

Mia nods, “Ohh okay, is this like that tiktok video my cousin did?”

“Yehp.” You smile and set up the phone to record her and then grab your iPad to show her pictures.

“Let’s start easy.” You say smiling. “Who’s this?”

Mia rolls her little eyes, “That’s daddy.”

Jack then throws a gaze at you two from his spot across the room. “Well don’t sound too excited there bug.”

Mia chuckles, “Sorry.”

You start showing her different pictures, to which she would get some correct and some wrong.

“Ohhh, who’s this?” You show her the screen and smile at her reaction.

“That’s my boyfriend.” She shrugs.

You gasp, “Mia, stop calling Tom Holland your boyfriend.”

She shrugs, “Z let’s me call him that.”

Jack is shaking his head, “You need to have crushes on boys your own age, actually never mind.”

Mia leans her head on your shoulder, waiting for the next set of pictures.

“That’s Nino Urby.” She laughs. “He looks silly with that hat.”

“Alright who’s this?”

Mia gasps, “Daddy.”

You shake your head and show her more pictures.

“Daddy again.”

“Mia.” You start laughing. “Alright these last two.”

Mia takes in a deep breath in admiration and awe. “My daddy.”

“Wow.” Jack says, “Are you showing her different pictures of me throughout the years or what?”

You snort and shake your head. “Nope.”

He raises his eyebrows and starts heading to where you and Mia are seated. “Then what pictures did you show her?”

“You really want to know?” You ask him.

Mia gasps and takes the iPad away from you. “NOO HE CAN’T.” And she runs away.

“Uh-what is going on?”

You shrug, “You’ll see when I post the video.”

*************

After dinner, you had posted the video but didn’t mention it to Jack.

You were doing your final rounds around the house, cleaning up when Jack storms inside your shared bedroom.

He shows you his phone “SHE CALLED MICHAEL B JORDAN, PESO PLUMA AND MC STEAMY DADDY?!!!!”

You laugh, “That’s all her.”

“Nooo, that’s definitely you. Are you lying to my child?” He asks grumpy.

“Babe, it’s just her messing with you.”

He raises his eyebrows “So she doesn’t hear you say anything while you’re watching your hospital show?”

You shrug and look behind him at the little trouble maker. “Mia, get your butt over here and tell daddy you were playing.”

Mia crossed her arms, “Bout’ what?” She looks at Jack’s phone in his hands. “Oh about all my different daddys?”

Jack groans “BABE.”

You laugh, “okay, okay, I see where that could be an issue.”

Mia laughs, “I’m just playing.” She goes and hugs her dads legs. “You get jelly fast.”

Jack picks her up and bops her nose. “You raise my blood pressure at just 8 years old, imagine when you’re a teen.”

Mia smiles, “You love me though.”

“That I do my baby, that I do.” Jack gives her a kiss on the cheek and they make their way to your bed.

“So are we watching my husband? Or my other husband? I have options.” You say, following after them.

Jack glares at you, but Mia shakes her head. “How bout we watch daddy’s other wife?”

You gasp, “Oh she did not.”

Jack smirks, “That’s my daughter.” As he high fives her and looks for something to watch.

*****************

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[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part three] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

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

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), menstruation

word count: 4.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

“How do I look?” you asked the boys as you pulled your hair from the collar of your shirt and settled back into your seat.

“You looked fine before,” Jisung mumbled to himself before catching your glare. “But you look lovely, as always, baby.”

You cocked your head to the side and grinned. “Thanks, Ji.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you look great,” Minho chimed in. 

For someone who had seemed wholly uninterested in your existence fifteen minutes ago, Minho was being pretty friendly as of now. Maybe he liked fucking with Jisung just as much as you did. 

“Thank you, Minho,” you said, not missing the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. You ignored it. “Babe,” when Jisung didn’t react you reached for his shoulder to get his attention. “How much further?”

“Oh, uh…” he leaned over the console to glance at Minho’s GPS. “Like fifteen minutes, why? Everything okay?” He knit his eyebrows together in concern and gave you a once over.

“Yeah, everything’s fine- I was just curious.” 

“Am I that bad of a driver?” Minho joked as he jerked the car around a turn at full speed, sending his brother flying into the passenger’s side door.

“I don’t know, maybe let your four failed driver’s tests speak for themselves,” Minho scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Four?” you gasped. 

“One of those was in America!” Minho protested defensively. 

“That still means you failed three of them here,” you pointed out.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh, did the curb jump out at you?” 

“That’s exactly what happened,” he insisted, “and something about automatic failure for hitting cones?”

“Jesus, should you even have a license?” 

“One more speeding ticket and he won’t.”

“Jisung, do you want to walk the rest of the way home?” Your best friend seemed to consider it, but rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat instead. “That’s what I thought.”

Even though Minho wasn’t the best driver, the car handled on the road pretty well. You wondered to yourself how much the Audi must’ve cost. You knew they were expensive to begin with, but from what you could tell this was a recent model and had at least a couple upgrades from standard. It was a stark contrast from Jisung’s 2009 Prius back at school and made you curious as to what his brother did for a living. Your mind automatically went to dealing. Jisung never talked about his older brother… maybe that was why? But as hard as you tried you couldn’t imagine the clean-cut wonder bread boy in the driver’s seat traversing the underground world of drugs, even with that smug smirk of his. No, that couldn’t be it. But what? 

Before you could explore any other options Minho was pulling onto a residential street and actually slowing for the first time since getting in the car. He braked in front of a gated split-level and turned to his brother. 

“I have to take care of something before dinner, but I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he explained and unlocked the doors.

Take care of something? Had you been right about-

“What do you have to do?” Jisung asked, verbalizing your inner monologue.

“Feed the cats,” Minho replied simply. 

You perked up. “You have cats?”

Minho gave you a weird look like somehow you should have already known that, but nodded anyway. “They’re technically family cats, but they stay at our place. I have to feed them her before going over to mom and dad’s, but tell them I’ll be there soon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jisung mumbled as he got out of the car and signaled for you to do the same. “Leave your car unlocked so we can get our bags out later, yeah?”

“Fine, but if my car gets stolen, it’s on you.”

“No one is going to break into your car stop being so dramatic!”

Minho said something else before driving away, but you were jolted by the feeling of a hand on the small of your back and missed it. 

“Sorry,” Jisung said low enough for only you to hear, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered back. “I’m just a little jittery.”

He gave a sort of half-chuckle and took your hand in his, nodding toward the house. “C’mon, they’re waiting.”

You made your way through the front gate and up the stone steps to the front door. The pathway was lined with planted flowers and little ceramic tiles and pots that looked like they had been made by a child. You paused when you saw a mold of baby hand-prints with Jisung + Felix scrawled underneath. 

“Did you guys make this?” you asked. 

Jisung leaned in closer to see what you were looking at and grinned. “Oh my god yeah, like ages ago. Mum made all of us do them when we turned one.”

“Where’s Minho’s?”

“In pieces in the attic.”

“What happened to it?” 

“Baseball accident,” he explained with a shrug. “My mom said she’d glue it back together, but it never happened. Now it’s just the two best Hans in the garden.”

You straightened back up and gave him a shove. “Stop it.”

“Hey, am I wrong?”

“I don’t know, I only just met your older brother,” you reminded him. “So I guess the jury’s still out on that one.”

“You could just take my word for it,” Jisung offered.

“Nice try, Han.”

Jisung held his hand back out for you to take and tugged you the rest of the way to the door, not letting you stop to look at any more old art projects despite your protests. Once you were on the front stoop he took a deep breath and glanced over to you. His hand was familiar, but sweaty in yours. 

“Ready?”

“What would you do if I said no?” you asked, a smirk playing at your lips. “Just walked down the steps and got a cab back to the airport?”

He visibly relaxed and shook his head at you. “I’m afraid it’s a bit too late for that,” he said and rung the bell without further hesitation. 

“Jisung!” 

“Y/n!”

You pretended to panic. “If I run away now, they’ll see me stranding their heartbroken son on his own front doorstep! That would not make a good first impression.”

“Pity. I guess you’d better stick around then.”

“If I have to.”

Just then, the door swung open and you were being ushered inside by several people at once. While Jisung exchanged hellos with his family you took a head count of everyone inside, making mental notes of who was who, finally putting faces to the names you’d studied on the plane hours earlier. 

“This is my girlfriend, y/n,” Jisung said and stepped aside to introduce you. This time you didn’t cringe when he called you his girlfriend. 

You braced yourself for all of the attention, feeling your heart plunge into your stomach when all eyes turned to you. Felix went in for a hug while his parents shook your hand politely. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, y/n!” his mother, Nikki, exclaimed, beaming. “I wish we could say we’ve heard so much about you, but,” she stared pointedly at her son, “it’s like pulling teeth to get Jisung to tell us anything about his life.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware,” you said and chuckled. “I didn’t even know how many brothers he had until like a few months ago, and we’ve been dating for how long?”

“Well, either way, we’re thrilled to get to know you in person!”

“Likewise,” you agreed. “Thank you so much for letting me tag along with you guys!”

“Of course,” his father piped up, “we’re happy to have you.”

“You two must be exhausted after that flight. We won’t keep you long. Dinner’s on the table in the dining room, but where’s your brother?” Nikki turned to Sam expectantly. 

“He went to feed the cats, but he said he’d be right over.”

Jisung's dad checked his watch and sighed. “Does he expect us to wait for him?”

Jisung shrugged. “I dunno.”

Felix opened his mouth to interject, but the sound of the front door opening and closing behind you stopped the conversation in its tracks. You watched as Minho leaned an arm against the door frame and kicked off his shoes, noticing the way his t-shirt rode up to show his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Kleins. 

“Were your ears burning?” Nikki asked, snapping you out of your staring, as she went to hug Minho. 

“Should they have been?”

“We were just talking about your excellent punctuality,” his dad remarked.

Minho smirked. “Yeah, anything else? What about my charm? Good looks?”

“Just your enormous ego,” Jisung said through a cough.

“Play nice, boys,” Nikki warned, pointing a finger at all three of her sons.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Felix protested.

“You were thinking it.”

Once around the dinner table you finally began to relax, feeling more comfortable with Jisung’s family as time passed. As the tension eased from your body, the fatigue began to set in. Your muscles were starting to feel stiff and your social energy was fading fast. You let them do most of the talking, only speaking up when questions were directed at you. Answers from your flashcards rolled off your tongue without a second thought. You knew all of the dates and facts like the back of your hand and Jisung was doing surprisingly well too. 

“You know,” Felix started in the middle of Jisung recounting one of your dates, “I always knew you two would get together.”

You and Jisung both whipped your heads towards him simultaneously. 

“You did?” 

“Yeah, it was obvious you liked each other,” he continued, “neither of you were very good at hiding it so it was only a matter of time.” This was news to you. You had thought Felix was one of the few people who had seen what your relationship with Jisung really was, yet here he was saying what everyone else already thought. “I mean, you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other-”

Your eyes went wide at the same time Jisung choked on his drink in shock. You heard Minho chuckle under his breath from across the table. 

“Okay, you can spare us the details, Lix,” their dad said.

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Jisung clarified, glaring at his twin. “We’ve just always been close is all.”

“It’s so nice that you were such good friends before you started dating,” Nikki added. “It removes some of that new relationship awkwardness since you already know each other so well.”

Jisung cleared his throat. “Well as nice as it’s been talking about my dating life, I think y/n and I are going to head back over to the flat. We’re both pretty tired.”

“Wait,” you whispered at him, “shouldn’t we help with the dishes?”

“Oh you don’t need to do that, you’re our guest!” Nikki insisted.

“Are you sure? You all made us this lovely meal, it would be the least we could do-”

“No, no, we’ll have Minho and Felix help us. You two go and get some rest. You’ve had a long day and we have another big day tomorrow.”

“Okay, well thank you so much again for dinner.”

“Thanks, mom, it was really good,” Jisung said and gave his mother a hug before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and waving goodbye to the rest of his family members. 

-

A wave of relief washed over you as soon as you stepped outside and it took all of your strength not to jump and cheer in celebration.

“Dude, that was so good!” Jisung hissed to you as you hurried down the garden path together.

“I know!” you squeezed his hand in excitement. “We crushed it.”

“We totally did. Thanks to you.”

“No, thanks to you,” you argued back. 

“It was a team effort,” he decided.

Your bags were still in the trunk of Minho’s car right where you’d left them a couple of hours earlier and Jisung insisted on carrying them both up the stairs to his room. 

“I’m supposed to be your boyfriend!”

“Okay and? What fucking year is this, 1956?”

He gave you a look. “Just let me carry your fucking bag up to our room. I’m trying to be chivalrous, okay?”

“Fine, knock yourself out, Prince Charming.”

“Thank you.”

You rolled your eyes and slammed the trunk closed behind him after grabbing the backpacks. You followed Jisung up the steps to the flat and watched him punch in a code that unlocked the front door.

Inside, two boys you didn’t recognize sat on the couch playing something on their xbox. They looked up when they heard the click of the lock and nodded in hello, not offering any other introduction.

“Hey guys,” Jisung said as if they were an afterthought and took the stairs two at a time. He led you down a hallway to a room tucked away in the corner of the house. “This is my room.”

It was small, but full of pieces of furniture, none of which looked like they belonged to Jisung. A queen-sized bed sat pushed up against the back wall of the room underneath the slanted ceiling fitted with a thick white comforter and matching pillows. A full length ornate mirror leaned against the same wall and was adjacent to a dresser and another chest of drawers. Why a room that seemed to be devoid of all personal articles needed so much storage you weren’t sure, but none of the furniture matched which only added to the mystery. 

“They use it for storage when I’m gone,” he explained and dropped the suitcases on top of the chest. 

“What?”

“My roommates. They put all the shit they don’t need in my room since I don’t technically live here anymore.”

“That’s kind of shitty.”

He shrugged. “I mean, I never had to pay rent for living here, and I still have a place to stay when I do come to visit, so this is a small price to pay.”

“I guess that’s fair.” You walked over to the bed and tossed the backpacks on top of it. “So those guys downstairs…”

“Are my roommates, minus Minho and Felix of course.”

“Yeah, the tall one-”

“Hyunjin?”

“Is he single?”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “Yes, but you aren’t.”

“Fuck, right.”

“Rule number eleven, y/n.”

“He’s not your brother!”

“He might as well be!” he argued. 

You groaned and unzipped your suitcase, digging through it to find your pajamas. You landed on a pair of boxers you had stolen from a guy your sophomore year and a white tank top. Jisung was already taking off his shirt at that point so you just turned around and changed right there. No big deal. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this in the back of his brother’s car a few hours ago, and you changed in front of each other all the time. So then, why did it feel different now? 

When you were finished getting dressed you shoved your airport clothes back into your suitcase and traded them for your toothbrush and toothpaste. 

“Where are you going?” Jisung asked. 

“To brush my teeth before I forget.”

“Don’t get lost.”

You brushed the joke off, but quickly realized that you actually had no idea where you were going. Each door in the hallway looked exactly the same and they were all completely shut so you couldn’t peek inside to see if the room it was attached to was a bathroom.

Eventually, you resolved to just open the door directly across the hall. There seemed to be light coming from underneath it. That was a promising sign, right? You braced yourself, turned the knob on the door, and pushed it open. You knew immediately that you had not found the bathroom. 

Minho was lying propped up on his bed in nothing other than a pair of grey sweatpants with a manilla folder lying on his chest. He looked up at you standing in his doorway and quirked an eyebrow. 

“Can I help you?”

“Uhhhh…” you trailed off, cheeks burning as you stared at the boy laying on his bed. 

Minho tilted his head to the side, his cocky expectant expression falling into one of concern. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Sorry, it’s just… this isn’t the bathroom…”

He looked around the room like he was double-checking it wasn’t, making you roll your eyes. “No, it’s not. Do you need help finding it?” He moved like he was going to get up from the bed and you put a hand out to stop him. 

“No, no it’s okay. I’ll find it eventually,” you assured him. 

“You sure? There are a lot of doors in that hallway. Wouldn’t want you accidentally walking in on another poor, unsuspecting boy in their bedroom.”

You narrowed your eyes, but let the comment slide. You didn’t know him like that, and as badly as you wanted to quip back, you were still trying to make a decent impression on Jisung’s family. “About that, how many people live here?” 

Minho chuckled. “There are four of us. Five when Jisung is home from school.” 

“Jesus. That sounds like-“ 

“Fun?”

“A nightmare.”

“Depends on how you look at it,” he said and shrugged. “I’m living with my best friends, but you’re staying with four random dudes like you’re on an episode of New Girl.”

“I know Felix. He’s not a random dude,” you pointed out.

“Details.” Minho glanced down at your boxer shorts, then back up at you. You realized he had probably clocked them as his brother’s. He cleared his throat. “As nice as it is chatting here with you, my brother is probably wondering where his girlfriend wandered off to.” 

You remembered the toothbrush in your hand at that moment and clutched it to your chest. “Right. Sorry.” You stood unmoving in his doorway and rocked back on your heels awkwardly, knowing you had to ask the question you were too stubborn to ask. 

“Was there something else?” Minho asked. 

“Um, which way is the bathroom?” 

He grinned. “Turn left, it’s the door right next to mine.” 

Fuck. So close.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cursed to yourself. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” 

You turned to leave but stopped short when he spoke up from behind you again. “Goodnight, y/n,” 

“Goodnight, Minho.” 

-

In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth as fast as humanly possible, admittedly not for the dentist-recommended full two minutes, and then splashed some cold water on your face to try and tone down your flushed embarrassment. 

“You okay?” Jisung asked when you finally found your way back to his room. “You were gone for a while.”

“Yeah, I just, uh…”

“You actually got lost didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Maybe.”

Jisung just shook his head then grabbed his own toothbrush. “I’ll be right back.” 

The door clicked softly shut behind him and you took that as your cue to fall back onto the bed and take up as much room as possible. You sprawled out in the starfish position, stretching your stiff muscles. You sighed and let your eyelids flutter shut, thinking you would just rest them for a bit before Jisung came back. It felt like no time had passed when you woke back up to him nudging your limp body with his knee. 

“Roll over,” he grunted. 

“Nooo,” you groaned. “Can’t. Move.” 

“Y/n, I swear to God-“

“I didn’t know you believed in God.”  

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re so annoying,” he huffed as he shoved you over so he could get in the bed. 

“If you keep taking the Lord’s name in vain I’ll have no choice but to go to the Priest.” 

“In that case, wait until he hears about all of the premarital eye contact you’ve been having.”

“Touché.” 

You sat up and shimmied under the covers next to him. The bed was small enough that your shoulders brushed against each other as you lay there on your backs underneath the thin sheets. His skin was warm to the touch and you had the sudden urge to curl up next to him and fall asleep with your body pressed against his. You resisted it. It struck you as odd, the longing feeling that sat uncomfortably in your chest. You tried your best to ignore it. 

“For the record I’m agnostic,” Jisung said.

“Of course you are,” you scoffed. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just, it seems like the easy choice. Ya know, like ‘maybe there’s something out there that’s bigger than us, but also maybe not’ so you get to be right either way? That’s bullshit, you gotta pick one.”

“To me, it seems kind of… hubristic for us as humans to be the ones to decide which gods to believe in. Or to decide if deities even exist for that matter.”

You hummed, too tired to truly process any of what he had just said. “Never thought about it that way. That semester of Philosophy 101 really did a number on you, didn’t it? ”

“Dr. Levi might be an asshole, but he made a lot of interesting points.”

“Who knew a gen-ed would be the thing to broaden your horizons.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he huffed, shoving your shoulder lightly, “and don’t tell my parents because I still go to church with them on Sundays.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Your dirty philosophical secret is safe with me.”

Even in the dark you could tell Jisung was rolling his eyes. “Well what about you? What do you believe in?” 

“Mm, I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I knew it. You’re a scientologist, aren’t you?” 

“I’m Tom Cruise’s closest confidante,” you whispered back. 

“When you see him next can you ask him about Mission Impossible Nineteen or whatever the fuck number they’re on?”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” you mumbled through a yawn.

Jisung reciprocated your yawn and shifted onto his side. “Tell him I want Rebecca Ferguson’s number.”

“I’ll relay the message, but I’m telling you now she’s out of your league.”

“Ouch.”

“She’s also like sixteen years older than you.” 

“You’re just jealous.”

“Maybe I am,” you agreed. “I do want to be a MILF someday.”

“That’s… not what I meant.”

-

In the morning you were able to find your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face without any accidental detours only to realize you’d started your period. 

“Fuck.”  

You couldn’t catch a damn break.

“Hey, you hungry?” Jisung asked once you’d returned back to his room.

“I could eat,” you said and nodded, “but, uh, do you guys have any pads… or tampons?”

“Shit, I don’t think so. My mom always tells us we should keep them around for friends or girls we have over, but none of us ever remember to pick them up when we go out to the shops.”

“Because you never have girls over?” 

“You’re here aren’t you?”

“Not voluntarily.”

Jisung pursed his lips. “Well is it, uh, a pressing matter?” 

“Um, it can wait until after breakfast. I made do with some toilet paper for now.”

He seemed jostled by that comment but didn’t press any further. “O-okay, we usually have cereal and stuff in the cupboards downstairs, but I can make you an omelet or some French toast if you’d like.” You mulled over the options in your mind and smiled to yourself as you slipped on a pair of socks. “What?”

“It’s nice having a fake-boyfriend that can cook.”

“It’s nice to have someone to cook for,” he added with a hint of a smile. “My roommates back at school are never home to try my cooking, and they don’t give a fuck about food anyway. They could eat ramen for every meal of the day for a month and not think twice about it.”

“I mean, I gotta give them some credit. Ramen is the breakfast of champions,” 

“The breakfast?” Jisung gagged. “I feel like I don’t even know you.”

“Yeah, pop one of those bad boys in the microwave before your lecture in the morning, eat it on the way and you’re good to go.”

“You’re not supposed to microwave them,” he sighed. 

“You think I have the time to boil water? I wake up ten minutes before class starts, you’re lucky I’m even having breakfast.”

“Your lifestyle stresses me out.”

“So you’ve told me.”

You perched yourself on the bed as Jisung pulled on a pair of sweatpants and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to tame his curls. 

“Ready to go downstairs?”

You nodded. “I think I’ll take you up on that omelet.”

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Shadowed Webs

by lexracha With Dr. Strange’s spell to make EVERYONE forget about him, Peter shouldn’t have been surprised there was a failsafe to the spell. Yet here he was: surprised, confused, and utterly alone. Dr. Strange’s spell had apparently sent him to another universe, one with a city that’s never existed and heroes he’s never heard of. Luckily, he was already prepared to start living without a real identity. Yet his Parker luck just never seems to leave him alone. He never expected to see his dead father again. And definitely not as a billionaire's adopted son with more family than he can ever imagine. Now not only is he trying to learn how to survive the new and deadly city, but he's trying to not get his little spider ass caught by some bats while trying to stay as far away from his very not dead dad who somehow is always finding ways to make appearances in his life. Words: 2864, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Batfamily Members (DCU), Batman Ensemble, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne's Pets, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: Dick Grayson and Richard Parker (Marvel) are the Same Person, Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City, Life in Gotham City (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Batfamily (DCU), Protective Batfamily (DCU), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Batfam adopting Peter Parker, or kidnapping, whichever you describe it as, Adoption, batpets, Peter Parker Has Trust Issues, Trauma, Mild Gore, no beta we die like jason todd, I'm Bad At Tagging, Sorry! via https://ift.tt/dEQkX1h

[ifortom]

Champagne Problems - T.H.

Tom and y/n, a couple that used to be inseparable, now face a deep crisis in their marriage. Their daughter, Olivie, 4, is in the middle of this emotional turmoil. With busy lives, differences of opinion and fragmented communication, the love that brought them together is slowly fading. After the aftermath they must face their own demons, rediscover empathy, and find a way to rebuild the relationship they once shared. Not just for themselves, but also for the well-being of their daughter, who longs for a united family.

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[mj-jones-parker]

Peter: I wasn't that drunk last night

Mj: You were flirting with me all night

Peter: So? Your my girlfriend

Mj: You also asked if I was single

Peter:

Mj: And cried when I said no

Tony: You also printed out an adoption papers and tried to get me to sign them

Peter: Did you sign them?

Mj: Peter your a grown adult, Tony can't adopt you

Tony, whispering to Peter: Yeah I signed them

[tarjapearce]

Ahem-Anon here my brain doesn’t wanna rest. Saw coach miguel post and this whole effin time i had MCU‘s Tom Holland Aunt may in my head. I don’t know why.

Anyways back to the errr hot aunt. Or another hot aunt? Yeah another hot aunt. Like single!dad miguel and gabi and reader is the sister of gabis decades mom and she was always there for miguel and lil gabi. Basically raised her with miguel. She comes to every soccer game (is probably the loudest cheerleader ever and curses in spanish lol), preps snacks, helps miguel in the house, watches gabi whenever his real work or spidy-work keeps him busy, has those little spa-girl-days with gabi and simply takes care of them and gabi just loves her Tia. (yes aunt is latina thank you very much) And ohhh boy here it comes: latina!aunt always had a crush on miguel but never voiced it out and miguel slooooowwwllllllyyyyyyy like snail slowly started to fall for her over the years and he kinda realizes it after he saw latina!aunt on a date with a dude, who was a douchebag towards latina!aunt and before he can jump in to save her she kicks the mans ball because she is bad ass as well and miguel has a shocked pikachu face as realization strikes him: damn i love this woman.

So he akwardly tries to confess and it takes a while and after he did, they kept it a secret trying not to get caught by gabi cause awkward and they are kinda scared gabi would be mad and they don’t want to hurt her, because obviously Gabi is nr. 1 in their heart. ( first gabi then the world, no wrong gabi is their world)

Also a bit guilt because of gabis mom? (She cheers from the heavens for them though) Also hot make out sessions and other 👀hmm hmm sessions, because Passion. They try to be so sneaky and quiet lol .

Though gabi is so smart ass and does catch them while they make out on the couch and now: they both sit side to side totaly embarrassed while gabi sits across them, arms crossed and tells them to spill the deal (yup she is a tiny cop, they are criminals hehehe). And it’s hilariously akward because big old Miguel being commanded by a tiny angry gremlin and her tia just wants to poof into thin air. In the end they do tell her that they love each other and gabi is like: OMG FINALLY! I have been waiting for years! Can you get married like right now? I want a sibling.

Again shocked pikachu faces lol and good night. Ahem-anon out.

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Popsicle Pairs

pairing: dad!tom holland x mom!reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

warnings: super cliché, bathroom talk(toddler training)

word count: 1.3k

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a/n: based off of that one super cliche imagine if anyone knows what I’m talking about. i can’t find it anywhere on the internet, but trust me, it’s a thing. really i just had to get this out of my drafts ... enjoy!

“MOMMY!” your toddler shouted from the hall bathroom, eager to show you his latest accomplishment. You rushed from your position in the kitchen, leaving the ingredient cupboard open as your son took priority over starting dinner.

It was just three years ago that you and Tom were blessed with your wonderful son, though it felt like only a week. And now as he started to get bigger, you had begun every parent's favorite process when raising a toddler … not. Indeed it was potty training time. Helping your son switch from diapers to undies was a challenge for you two, but with Tom’s optimism and your determination, you were both sure you could do it. The trek had been long, but you were close to completing one hell of an accomplishment.

You took baby steps, starting by rewarding your little boy with soft candy whenever he simply alerted you that needed to go to giving him a treat when he had gone in the actual bathroom, whether he had taken off his diaper or not. Now, bigger steps caused for bigger rewards, so when he started actually using the loo you upgraded his reward to half of a popsicle, his favorite sweet.

When you arrived at the door of the bathroom your son was excited to inform you that he had yet again earned another popsicle half.

“Nice job buddy!” you congratulated before helping him to reach the sink so that he could wash his hands the way you taught him to.

When you were finished you both left for the kitchen, only to be greeted by your husband Tom. He stood outside the bathroom door with a curious expression.

“Did you make it again?” he asked, referring to your son’s triumph. The little boy nodded in reply, jumping up and reaching his hands into the air, gesturing for Tom to pick him up.

“I did it daddy, I did it!” he squealed excitedly.

“Oh I’m so proud!”

“Can I have my popsicle now?” your son asked, eyes widening.

“I don’t know, it’s awfully close to dinner. You’ll have to ask your mother.” Tom replied, looking at you as he waited to hear your decision. Your son turned towards you too, eager to hear what you had to say as if he could burst out of your husband’s arms, quite possibly the definition of jumping out of a seat from excitement. You let out a defeated sigh. You supposed your son could stray from his normal meal plan for one night.

“Sure.” you answered. Your son cheered in Tom’s arms, delighted by your conclusion. “It’s too late to start dinner anyways. I’ll just order a pizza.”

“Yeah, pizza!” your son whooped. You couldn’t help, but giggle at his reaction as you pulled out your phone to order the food. Tom chuckled with you walking off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Let’s choose a flavor while mommy orders. What kind do you want?” Tom asked, opening the fridge as he got close to it.

“Blue! I want blue!” your son demanded and so he was given what he desired.

Tom set him down as he handed over half of a blue popsicle, grinning at his son who was overjoyed by the frozen delight.

“The blue one is my favorite.” your son said, sticking the popsicle in his mouth.

“Oh really,” smiled Tom. “And why is that?”

“It colors my tongue!” exclaimed your son, showing his now blue stained tongue to his father. Tom laughed at the little boy, bending down and tickling his sides the way the boy loved.

“Silly.” grinned Tom and the two both broke into contagious fits of laughter.

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Two empty pizza boxes lay on the kitchen table, the food they once contained now long gone in the digestion process as you and Tom laid your son in his bed, tucking him in before wishing him goodnight. He nestled his head into his pillow and bid you goodnight, ready for sleep. It was when you heard soft snores that you closed the bedroom door gently behind you.

Tom took your hand as you closed your son’s door, leading you away from his room and back into the kitchen where once again he opened the freezer.

“There’s two halves of two different popsicles left over that I doubt he’s gonna miss. Do you want red or blue?” He asked you, having no care which flavor he had himself.

“Red.” you replied, prompting your husband to hand over half of a red popsicle, the wood underneath sticking out the top, untouched by the knife you used to cut it for your son. Tom took a similar looking blue one for himself and together you peeled off the already opened wrapper and started licking them.

Tired of standing, you led Tom to the nearby sofa in the living room, taking a seat on one of the cushions and patting the one beside you for your husband to sit on to which he happily obliged, allowing you to lay on him as you both got comfortable.

“Today was a good day.” you stated mindlessly, almost finished with your popsicle. Tom set down the now bare stick of his and wrapped his hands around your waist as you laid on him, placing feather light kisses to your hairline.

“It was indeed.”

You were finished with your popsicle now, setting the stick on top of Tom’s discarded one, you turned around in his lap to face him, sitting up so that you could better see his features, better admire the structure that made up his heavenly face.

He plucked one of your hands from your lap and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it while grinning at you.

“I love you.” you blurted, the words falling from your lips easily as he showered you in affection.

“I love you too.” He replied, pressing another kiss to your knuckle.

“No way.” you whispered with obvious sarcasm.

“Yes way,” Tom joked right back before moving his other hand to the bone above your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your face as he gazed into your eyes. “Would you care for me to show you just how much I love you?”

You smirked, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yes please,” you nodded.

Tom scanned your smirk and no longer stalled to kiss it away as his lips met yours.

It was slow at first and built as you went along. It wasn’t very long before his tongue was in your mouth forcing a groan out of you.

You wanted to take it further, almost suggesting he carry you to your shared bedroom, but as your son walked into the living room you pushed yourself away from your husband and erased any lewd thoughts from your mind. You swore he had been asleep no more than five minutes ago.

Luckily he hadn’t seen anything and forchabtly for a three year old, smug red faces and crazy hair were not clear indications to him of what had been going on.

“What’s up honey?” you asked, blushing furiously after being nearly caught.

“I did it again!” he cheered with such pride in himself. You smiled, smoothing down some of the strands that were out of place as you stood to usher him out of the room, Tom by your side.

“Good job bud!” your husband praised.

“Can I have another popsicle before bed?” your son asked, ironically also taking notice of the two sticks on the table.

“Did you and daddy have some?” he questioned curiously.

You nodded with Tom, picking up the sticks to throw them in the nearest bin.

“Yep, we did.” you affirmed.

“Oh cool!” your son grinned. “Can I see your colored tongue?”

You shrugged and opened your mouth, Tom doing the same so that your son could see. Instantly the face of your toddler skewed into one of confusion and you felt immediate guilt.

“How’d you get purple tongues if there aren’t purple popsicles?”

You looked at Tom absolutely mortified, catching sight of his purple tongue before he shared your expression.

“Uhhh…”

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Trust Your Instincts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57770725 by miraculousemily47    Of all the ways for Peter’s secret identity to come out, he’d always imagined it happening more mundanely, like maybe slipping up on his words one too many times. After all, he went to an exclusive STEM school for gifted kids, and MJ had already practically guessed his identity (albeit with a little help from Ned’s loud mouth). He never thought it would happen like this.   Alternatively; Peter's secret identity is revealed, and how his classmates may react. Words: 4304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Peter and the Acadec Team Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Tony Stark, Cindy Moon, Betty Brant, Flash Thompson, Abe Brown, Charles Murphy (Marvel), Sally Avril, Mr. Harrington Relationships: Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Academic Decathlon Team Members (Spider-Man: Homecoming) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Crack Treated Seriously, Peter Parker is a Mess, Parker Luck, Gratuitous use of italics, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, just to the Acadec team though, Oneshot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, iron dad and spider-son read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57770725