#Tom Holland x reader fluff

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

why so shy?

pair: Tom Holland x reader

summary: y/n(she/her) gets shy and flustered around Tom, and he absolutely loves it

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The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen, the sweet scent wrapping itself around every corner of the room. Y/N hummed a soft tune, grabbing a tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven and placing it on the countertop. She wore one of Tom’s oversized t-shirts, which hung loosely over her frame, the hem brushing against her thighs. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands falling into her eyes as she worked.

Tom stood across the kitchen, leaning against the doorway with a smirk tugging at his lips. He loved moments like this—simple, domestic, and warm. But what he loved most was the sight of Y/N, completely at ease, not realizing how adorable she looked. He found himself always sneaking peeks at her, heart flipping every time.

“Something smells amazing,” he called out, his voice soft but teasing, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Y/N jumped slightly, not having noticed him standing there. She turned to him, her cheeks instantly turning a shade of pink as she saw him watching her. “Oh, hey, Tom,” she stammered, a nervous smile spreading across her face. “I, uh, made cookies. Want to try one?”

Tom’s grin widened, and he pushed off the doorframe, sauntering over to her with a look that made her heart race. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. “I’d love to,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N’s face flushed a deeper red, and she bit her lip, trying to focus on the tray of cookies in front of her. “T-then take one,” she managed to say, her voice trembling slightly, betraying how flustered she felt by his sudden closeness.

Tom didn’t move to take a cookie. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, lingering a little longer than necessary. “I think I want something sweeter,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, making her shiver.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “Tom,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and yearning.

He turned her around in his arms, his eyes locking onto hers, finding her blush absolutely irresistible. “Yes, love?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips. He loved how easily he could make her blush, how even after all this time, she still got shy around him.

Y/N ducked her head, trying to hide her burning cheeks, but Tom wouldn’t let her. He tilted her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Why so shy?” he teased, his voice soft and full of affection. “It’s just me.”

“Exactly,” Y/N mumbled, her eyes darting away from his, too shy to hold his gaze for long. “It’s you.”

Tom’s heart swelled at her words. He loved knowing he could have this effect on her. “Well, in that case,” he said softly, leaning in closer, “let me make it worse.”

Before Y/N could respond, Tom’s lips were on hers, soft and insistent. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she melted against him, her hands moving to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as she kissed him back. Tom lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the kitchen counter, the cool surface against her thighs making her gasp.

His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the fabric of his t-shirt she was wearing. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, matching the beat of his own. Y/N broke the kiss, her face flushed, breathing heavily, her eyes shyly looking up at him.

“I can’t believe you,” she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and adoration.

Tom chuckled, his forehead resting against hers. “You love it,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her nose.

Y/N tried to glare at him but failed miserably, her lips twitching up into a small smile instead. “Maybe I do,” she admitted shyly, her cheeks still bright red.

Tom’s heart soared at her words. He loved these moments, loved how even after everything, he could still make her flustered and shy. He loved that he was the one who got to see this side of her, the one who got to hold her close.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” he said, his voice filled with affection. He leaned in, kissing her again, slow and sweet. Y/N’s hands moved up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she got lost in him.

As they broke apart, Tom’s hands stayed on her waist, his thumbs drawing small circles on her skin. “Maybe I should help out in the kitchen more often,” he suggested, his voice playful.

Y/N giggled, her cheeks still pink. “Maybe you should,” she agreed, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Tom’s smile widened, and he leaned in to steal another kiss. “Deal,” he murmured against her lips, sealing the promise with another sweet kiss.

[jahayla-parker]

ooooh, what about tom holland x reader where she's a huge fangirl for harry styles? maybe a smau?

British Civil War : Tom Holland x Reader (ft. Harry Styles)

Description: Smau, Y/n is a major fan of British singer Harry Styles, and it shows on her Instagram. However, her British actor boyfriend Tom Holland is ready to defend his position. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, playfulness, light teasing, shirtless Harry Styles and Tom Holland

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yourusername: My tombstone shall read that I died tonight, from breathing the same air as @/harrystyles #loveontour #screaming

P.S. Dear Harry Styles, I adore you. 💕

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hazosterfield: At least u died doing what you love 😜

yourusername: ooop 💀

tomholland2013: 🤨

nikkihollandphotography: looks like you had wonderful seats dear!

yourusername: @/yourbffusername and I definitely won’t be able to see him again from any other distance and be satisfied after tonight 🙌

tomholland2013: What’s this “again” about? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: not Tom fighting for his life here lmao

bananahanna24: please post your fit! Gotta see how you dressed up for tonight’s show!

yourusername: Don’t worry, my story is going to be spammed with more photos from tonight soon! 🤩

tomholland2013: glad u had a great night love xxx

yourusername: ty babe, I adore you almost as much as I adore Harry Styles 😘

tomholland2013: almost?!

liked by holland_maggie, yoursername, kristaholland4evr, and 1, 536, 975 others

british_boyfriends: I just read an article that said that @/yourusername’s celebrity crush is/was @/harrystyles and it got me thinking… they look pretty similar, no? #british #tomholland #harrystyles

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yourusername: 😌 he is so pretty

british_boyfriends: screaming! You responded!!!

british_boyfriends: wait which boy? 👀

tomholland2013: not sure how I feel about this…

yourusername: ily 🥰

harryholland64: lmao this is great

yourusername: right? 😆

tomholland2013: 🙄

hollandfanatic17: omg the comments!!!!

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harrystyles: Thank you for another incredible night! I’ve truly got the best fans!

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styles1D: killed it again! 💚💛💜♥️💙

yourusername: omg he posted a photo of me 😍

harrystyles: @/yourusername lmao, ty for coming lovely, hope you had a good time

bananasforharry: omg dckkoufddjk he responded to @/yourusername

hazosterfield: I now understand why @/tomholland2013 is rolling his eyes while @/yourusername is grinning like a fool 🤣

hollandfan213: I’m dying, the way the Holland fandom has taken over this comment section is insane 😅

gina_2013_h: i keep waiting for @/tomholland2013 to comment about it lmao

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tomholland2013: Are puppies enough to bring you back to me? @/yourusername 🥺

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hazosterfield: mate stoppp bahaha

nikkihollandphotography: Isn’t she home with you right now?

yourusername: yes 🙄 lol he’s just being dramatic

tomholland2013: @/yourusername am not

yourusername: I’m literally sitting next to you Holland 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: you know that’s not what I mean 💔

yourusername: oh shush, you know I love you 💕

tomholland2013: as much as Harry Styles?

tomholland2013: love? Why are you sneaking out of the room? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: ahhh I loved this interview!!!

harryholland64: bruv, he doesn’t even know who she is chill

yourusername: He posted a photo of him and I on his insta thank you very much 👏 😝

tomholland2013: irrelevant

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yourusername: It’s only been a couple of days, and I miss you 🎶

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tomholland2013: I just wanna make you happier, baby

yourusername: quoting Harry Styles? 😍 ilysm

tomholland2013: @/yourusername anything for you darling, xxx

hazosterfield: ya caved mate 🤣

yln_holland_8: She went to another one of his shows?! Poor Tom is legit having to share her time with Harry now lmao

harryholland64: omg he so saw you girl 😱

yourusername: ikr?! And he clearly wanted a hug 🥹

harryholland64: I…. I can’t tell if you’re joining in on the sarcasm or not and that kinda scares me lol

hollandfanatic17: Can’t wait for @/tomholland2013 to petition for Spider-Man to fight Eros in the next Marvel movie now haha

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handsome.styles: Harry Styles x Spider-Man 🕸️ for the rest of LoT, I will be posting various fun Harry themed videos on my YouTube channel Handsome Styles. Today's video is Harry Styles showing off his on stage Catching Skills

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harryholland64: @/yourusername

yourusername: 👀😍

tomholland2013: Really @/harryholland64?! 😠

holland4life: Girl do you even know what you just did with that AI photo? 🤣

handsome.styles: I didn’t tbh and was v confused when it blew up so much haha. But I’ve been caught up to speed now, ooops 😇

hollandfanatic17: which Spider-Man do we all think that @/yourusername would choose in a universe where they both exist?

styleswifey_: not you kicking up drama in the Holland fandom haha

hazosterfield: lmao y’all won’t let him catch a break huh?

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tomholland2013: training as I’ve found myself in the fight of my life

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hazosterfield: this ought to help you catch up mate 💪

yourusername: holy sh- 🥵 T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername See something you like, darling? 😏

yourusername:@/tomholland2013 I… I’ve got no words

tuwaine: I think this means you won bruv @/tomholland2013, Harry’s never left her speechless 🏆

yourusername: is that what this post’s about? 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: If this is what comes of me fangirling for Harry Styles, I’m never going to stop cause 🥵🤤

tuwaine: eww I’m leaving this convo now 🫣

tomholland2013: I think this backfired….

holland_t_wife: hot damn 😱

zendaya: not you trying to compete with Harry Styles’s shirtless performances 🤣

liked by tomholland2013, tuwaine, zendaya, and 8,335,964 others

yourusername: Love on Tour with my love ❤️ @/tomholland2013

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tomholland2013: ❤️

hazosterfield: Trying to indoctrinate him I see 😂

yourusername: He just needs to see the amazingness for himself 🤷‍♀️

zendaya: Is this like the 5th show you’ve attended for this tour? I love the dedication girl haha

yourusername: it might be 😇

tomholland2013: At least the 5th..

tuwaine: can’t believe you got him to go with you

hazosterfield: nah, he’d go anywhere with her

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🥰

harryholland64: Haz is right, i can’t believe it took this long for him to go with her to make sure she stays his

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 watch the implications mate, I trust her

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💜

tuwaine: yeah @/harryholland64, it’s @/harrystyles he doesn’t trust 🤣

nikkihollandphotography: Hope you two had fun! ❤️

tomholland2013: I confess, I get it now 👏

yourusername: yay! @/tomholland2013 🥳😍

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styles_holland: apologies for the grainy photo, I wasn’t expecting to see @/yourusername and @/tomholland2013 tonight at LoT 🤩

(also I somehow missed capturing the photo of them kissing while Harry was performing 😭)

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hollandfanatic17: It might be ‘Harry’s House’, but @/yourusername seems fixated on a different British man 😌

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️🥰

th_marvelicious: ahhhh the way they’re right next to the stage but she’s only looking at Tom 😭

tstanleyh13: Get you someone who chooses you over Harry Styles like y/n did with Tom 👏👏👏

yourusername: forever my choice, everyday, always ☺️

thomaspidey: does this mean she’s done obsessing over @/harrystyles?

yourusername: No 😎

tomholland2013: lmao no, it just means I’ll be participating in the obsession

justafan13: Tom supporting y/n’s fangirling over Harry Styles was not on my bingo card but here we are 😂

hazosterfield: looks like it was Tom’s house tonight 💪

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[lnfours]

Congrats on 10k! Could you write drunk reader after a night out with her friends getting picked up by Tom and she's like: "we should get married right? I'd like to be mrs. Tom! And you could be Mr. Me!!!" 💐

thank you anon! currently sobbing i miss tom

10k celebration

you were currently slurring your words in the passenger seat of tom’s audi. you had called him while at the bar with your friends, rambling about how you had too much to drink and you had missed him.

so, naturally, he grabbed his keys off the hooks and slipped on the first pair of shoes he could find to come get you.

he was smiling in the drivers seat, amused as he listened to you, “oh! you know what we should do, baby?”

he grinned, humming back at you for you continue. you went to speak, a hiccup coming out before you carried on with your sentence, “let’s get married.”

he raised an eyebrow at you, “you wanna get married?”

you nodded, another hiccup following as he asked another question, “like right now?”

“yeah, i mean,” you said, “ive always thought it’d be nice to be mrs. tom holland.”

he laughed, “‘mrs. tom holland?’”

you nodded, “yeah! and you can be mr. y/n y/l/n!”

another giggle left his lips as a hiccup left yours at the same time. he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to your his lips and pressing a soft kiss on the skin of the back of your hand.

“whatever you want, baby,” he smiled, “i’m all yours.”

[h31d1-jan3]

Taken - Tom Holland

Tears threaten to spill as you watched his arm snake around her waist. Of course he’s a liar, all the boys that you like are. What else did u expect, this was THE Tom Holland and THE Zendaya. It didn’t matter how many times he’d told you he loved you and ONLY you, he’d always go back to her. It didn’t matter how many times he’d rolled over in bed and called you ‘his girl’, he’ll always belong to her.

And so there you were, standing there just off the red carpet for Spider-Man: No way home sadness washing over you, watching the man you loved, the man you had given up everything for look at another woman the way you looked at him. Waiting there in your slightly too big, glittery, purple prom dress (that’s all you could afford on your salary) watching Tom in his multi thousand dollar tuxedo and Zendaya in her low-cut spider web design ankle length dress feeling just as insecure as you did when you were 15, watching your boyfriend of the time cheat on you with your best friend.

Finally Tom made eye contact with you. He gave you an annoyed and tired look then smirked as if he was telling you that he’d finally got the girl of his dreams. With that you left not wanting to make your self endure the mental pain any longer.

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Tsunami

Wipeout - Chapter 10

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Alright loves, after there is this there is one more chapter and a short epilogue! I hope you guys like this chapter! Let me know what you think please! Feedback is so appreciated! I love to read your comments and reblogs so much! Also if you want to talk to me or say anything anon my inbox is open! I love you guys the most xx

Warnings: Fighting, angst

Summary: Adrien takes you out and someone isn’t happy about it

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You’d been miserable all week. A date was something you should look forward to, but you’d been dreading it. You’d spent most of the week locked up in your room, sobbing your eyes out. Constant confusion, anger, and sadness swirling in your mind and stomach. You hadn’t talked to anyone but grace, though you probably hadn’t said more than a dozen words to her.

It seemed fitting that a storm would set in once the day finally arrived. The sky was light grey when you woke up, and by noon it was nearly black. The forecast was calling for thunderstorms that evening, and the sun wasn’t set to return until Monday.

“You know, you can probably use the weather as an excuse to cancel if you really want to,” Grace smiled at you as you stepped out of your room, “Then you could stay home and watch a movie with me instead.”

You shook your head, “No, it’s too late now, it’d be rude.”

She nodded and took a step forward, placing her hands on your shoulders, “Well you look cute,” she looked you up and down as she spoke. You’d worn simple jeans and busted out a rain jacket that had been shoved to the back of your closet for months, “It’ll be fun, the streets smell like rain, and you haven’t had an excuse to wear your cozy clothes out in a while. That’s sort of exciting isn’t it?”

You appreciated her trying to lighten the mood, even if it wasn’t doing much, “Thanks Grace,” you took a deep breath and tried to force yourself to look on the lighter side of things, “It’s sort of nice to get all bundled up, and I do like the smell.”

“Yeah, see? This is gonna be great,” she squeezed you, “And when you get home we’ll make some nice warm tea and you can tell me all about the date.”

“Right,” your throat was burning, “I, uh, I won’t be out long, but I’ll text you when I’m heading back. It shouldn’t be more than an hour or two.”

“Okay,” she pulled you into a hug, “Well I love you, I hope you have fun,” she kissed the side of your head as she pulled away, “And try not to think too hard while you’re there, just focus on him and you okay?”

You couldn’t say what exactly set you off, but something in you snapped. Suddenly large, hot tears were streaming down your cheeks. Your bottom lip quivered as you hiccuped and tried to force it all back down. Worry over took Grace’s face as she pulled you back into her.

“Oh babe, don’t cry,” she rubbed your back to try and soothe you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. It’s not too late to cancel, I promise.”

You sniffled and hugged her tight, burying your face in her shoulder, “It’s not that Grace I’m excit-” you cut yourself off, “Well I thought I was excited, I don’t know, I just don’t know how I’m feeling. I don’t know what I want.”

“I’m sorry,” she rocked you, “It’s okay. I’m here okay? You can tell me anything.”

“I know,” you mumbled, “I just don’t know what’s going on, there’s Tom and London and then he just asked me out and I thought it would be a good idea but now I’m just confused,” you cried against her shoulder, you felt like a child.

“It’s okay,” she repeated, “It’s okay. Just take a deep breath alright? Everything will be okay,” she pulled back from you and wiped your eyes, “Tom’s a dick alright? Next time I see him I’m gonna hit him.”

You sniffled as a broken laugh divided your sobs, “It’s not his fault Grace, it’s just me,” you took a deep breath to try and regain your composure, “I should have listened to you and broken things off a long time ago.”

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help your feelings,” she tried to assure you, “I know this definitely isn’t what you want to hear right now, but if this is really all about… that. You need to talk to Tom about it, you know, get everything out in the open.”

“What’s the point? I already know what he’ll say,” you scoffed as another sob tore through you, “I’m so stupid Grace! I know what he’s like! I don’t know what happened, it was like everything was fine and then one day I was in love with him!”

“You don’t know what he’ll say,” she sighed, “I don’t know how Tom feels, but I do know that he cares about you a lot. I know if I called him and told him you were sitting here crying he’d drop everything and rush over here to try and make you feel better. I know that’s some kind of love, and I don’t know if it’s the kind of love you want it to be, but it could be. You’re never gonna know that though if you don’t talk to him about it.”

You sniffled and fell into her shoulder again, “I love you Grace.”

“I love you too,” she squeezed you tight, “I can pretend I’m sick if you want?”

You shook your head and wiped your eyes. You pulled away from her and took a deep breath, “No, I’m still gonna go. I’ll just keep it short.”

She frowned, “Are you sure? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I know, but if I tell him you're sick or it’s the weather or something he’ll want to reschedule,” you blushed, “And I’d feel rude just telling him I don’t want to go like ten minutes before we’re supposed to meet up.”

She nodded in understanding, “Well you can text me if you change your mind.”

“I will,” you smiled, “Thank you.”

“Of course, try to have fun,” she smiled back.

“I’ll try,” you promised, “I’ll text you when I leave.”

You took a quick pit stop in the bathroom to compose yourself. You splashed some cold water on your face and did a little deep breathing. Once you were sure no one could tell you’d been crying you left for his house. The drive felt longer and more ominous than usually, the dark skies and slick roads forced you to keep all your attention on driving. Once you were safely parked at the curb you pulled out your phone to let Adrien know you were there. The front door was already opening when you glanced up, you expected to see Adrien stepping out, but instead you found Tom. He was trudging through the rain in a pair of sweats and a white tee, he hadn’t even bothered putting on shoes. He didn’t even make it halfway to your car before he was totally drenched. He looked like an idiot,  soggy idiot, but he still made your heart pound. He waltzed right up to your window and knocked, leaning down as you rolled down the window just a crack, attempting to keep yourself dry.

“What are you doing?” you frowned at him, “Don’t you own a jacket?”

“Saying hi,” he hummed, “Roll the window down.”

“Why?” you huffed, “It’s pouring, I’ll get soaked.”

He rolled his eyes, “No you won’t, it’ll only be for a minute.”

You shot him a dirty look as you rolled the window down, “There. Now what do you want?”

He shrugged, “Just thought I’d come to wish you luck, you know, break a leg and all that.”

“That’s theater,” you hummed in response.

“Yeah, so is this,” his eyes flicked over you, “Grace called me.”

Your eyes widened, “What about?”

“She said you were really upset, that you’d been crying all morning,” he frowned, “I just wanted to check on you. Cause you know, if you don’t want to go on this date or something you don’t have too. I’ll talk to Adrien for you if you want.”

“It’s not about that,” you snapped quickly. His eyes flickered to the front door and yours followed, Adrien was on his way out, “I want to go on the date.”

“Well what were you upset about then? Grace said you wouldn’t tell her,” he frowned at you.

“So what? She just called and told you I was crying and then hung up?” you raised a brow.

“No, she called about work, you just came up.”

“So you two were gossiping about me?” you glared at him.

“No, I just asked,” he blushed, “We haven’t talked all week so I just asked if you seemed excited. She said she couldn’t tell because you were crying all morning and when I asked why she said she didn’t know. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he leaned into your car and spoke a bit quieter, “I mean it, if somethings wrong I’ll talk to him.”

Adrien knocked on your opposite window. You were surprised you were staying so composed. Your chest felt heavy, your heart was aching.

“I’m fine, just pmsing,” you unlocked the car door to let Adrien in.

Tom pursed his lips as Adrien entered the car. You greeted each other with smiles.

“Hey,” he grinned and peaked over at Tom, “Came to say hi Tom?”

He nodded and smiled playfully, “Yep, just making sure (y/n) knows to have you home by ten,” he teased.

“I’m sure I can manage,” you pursed your lips, “I’ll see you later.”

Tom’s eyes flicked between you and he nodded, “Yeah, you too. Have fun.”

You rolled up your window and Tom retreated to the house. You took a deep breath and turned to Adrien.

“Are you warm enough? I can turn up the heat,” you offered.

“I’m fine,” he smiled at you as he buckled in, “So what did Tom want?”

“He was just telling me to be careful,” you lied, “The roads get really slick when it hasn’t rained in a while.”

“Good, I was worried, it seemed really tense, and I know how Tom can be.”

You furrowed your brows, “What do you mean?”

“Well you know,” he shrugged, “He can just be a bit of a prick sometimes.”

Your lips pulled to a line and you turned to the road, “I guess.”

“I don’t mean anything by it,” he corrected himself quickly, “Tom’s my mate, he’s just got his moments you know?”

Sure you and Tom had your fights and issues, but it bugged you when someone else talked bad about him.

“I guess,” you repeated, “I think Tom’s really sweet, but it’s probably different living with him.”

He nodded, “Yeah, probably,” he bit his cheek and tried to move on, “You look really nice by the way, cozy.”

“Thanks,” you kept your eyes on the road, “I missed wearing sweaters and everything.”

“Me too, plus it’s a nice little break from the heat,” he hummed as you drove along, “Have you had the chance to eat here yet?”

“No, but I’ve heard it’s good. Have you been?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I just got some pad thai, but it was really good.”

“That’s good, hot food sounds great,” you were so glad the restaurant was close to his house.

When you pulled into the parking lot Adrien held the front door for you. You were seated right away, in a small two person booth in the back of the building. It was cramped, and louder than you would have liked.

“Too bad we can’t sit outside,” Adrien smiled apologetically from across the table.

“That’s alright,” you assured him, quickly turning to the menu.

You got a few minutes of silence as you read over the menu, but those were confiscated once the waiter returned to take your order. You fiddled with your hands in your lap as you tried to think of something to talk about, unfortunately your mind kept wandering elsewhere.

“So, have you heard back from any of your internships yet?” Adrien asked.

“No,” you couldn’t say why you lied, “I’m sure I will soon though.”

“Well they’ll probably all want you,” he chuckled, “Do you think you’ll keep working if you get one?”

“Probably not,” you licked your lips, “I guess it depends on how much they pay, but I’d like to just focus on that.”

“Makes sense,” he nodded in approval, “Don’t want to overwhelm yourself or anything.”

The conversation felt formal, too formal for a date. You tried to loosen yourself up, to relax and have fun, but something held you back. You just didn’t know Adrien that well, which was the point of going on a date, but still. You didn’t feel comfortable joking around or teasing him. It wasn’t like when you hung out with Tom, everything came easy with him.

“Adrien,” even his name felt formal, “What do you do for fun?”

You cringed at your own words, you sounded like you were interviewing him.

“Well I go out surfing sometimes, I like rock climbing, mountain biking, anything I can do with my friends really.”

You never knew he was so outdoorsy, or that he liked hanging out with others so much. He never seemed that social to you, he was always quiet, and wasn’t usually at events with you and your friends.

He continued on with his description of the rock climbing gym. It wasn’t that it wasn’t interesting, it sounded fun actually, but you just couldn’t focus. You were staring at his hair. It was cute, perfectly styled, he obviously put effort into his appearance. Tom always had this mop of messy brown curls that somehow never got frizzy, no matter how frequently he played with it. Half the time they were still wet from his latest surf session. When he got out of the water he loved to shake his head like a dog and flick water all over you.

“That’s cool,” you commented, “Rock climbing seems dangerous.”

“Well we just go at the gym. It’s right by your house actually, it’s really cool, they have this big…”

“... and there’s a slide at the top, so you can slide down once you reach the top,” Adrien finished with a smile.

Adrien had nice eyes, they were a striking, vibrant blue. As beautiful as they were, they had nothing on Tom’s eyes. Tom’s eyes were warm and inviting, a deep brown you could get lost in endlessly. They crinkled up when he laughed and widened whenever you told him a story. You loved Tom’s eyes, they made you feel at home.

You smiled back at him, “That sounds fun. Is it very hard?”

“Well it depends on the path you take, see they’re colored and the different colors are…”

Nothing beat his smile though. He always smiled with his whole face and laughed loudly at your jokes, even the bad ones. The best was in bed, when you’d lay on his chest and he’d laugh. The way his chest rumbled under you, the way he’d lean down to kiss your head afterwards. Everything about him made you feel good.

He set a mug in front of you and a cup in front of Adrien.

Tom had a voice like honey too. Sometimes cooing softly at you while you cried, sometimes whispering nasty things into your ear in the middle of a party. It was always sweet, always made you want to listen. Even when you were angry you could never tune out the sound of his sweet voice.

“I’ve got some tea for you,” the waiter interrupted your thoughts with a smile.

“I can’t believe you got ice tea,” you tried to tease.

Adriend hummed, “I can’t stand hot drinks.”

“Really? What about hot cocoa? Or coffee?”

He shook his head, “No, I can’t do it, it all just tastes burnt to me.”

You tried so hard to invest yourself in Adrien, but you struggled to pay attention. Not only was your mind set on wandering back to Tom, but you two were at odds about almost everything. Your taste in almost everything was opposite, music, foods, weather, the kinds of pets you liked. It wasn’t like those were deal breakers, or you couldn’t get along, you just couldn’t seem to connect on anything.

You loved hot drinks, hot cocoa in particular. Tom made great hot cocoa, you had no idea what he did to it, it was just always special when he made it.

“That’s funny,” you commented, though you sounded awfully monotone.

As sweet as Adrien was, he just wasn’t for you. The date dragged on and on as you ate, you resisted the urge to check the time again and again. When he offered to pay you insisted on splitting the check, not wanting to put him out for a date you didn’t like. You tried not to act excited as you got into the car and drove him home. You gave him a quick goodbye hug and celebrated the fact that he didn’t ask for another date. You couldn’t wait to get home and snuggle up with Grace, hopefully you could forget all about the awkward night.

Adrien waved to you as you drove off. He headed inside, hoping to go back to his room without another awkward run in. Unfortunately for him Tom was seated right in the middle of the couch, obviously waiting for him.

“You’re back early,” Tom sounded smug, he was almost smirking.

“Well we were just getting dinner,” he replied, “It doesn’t usually take that long.”

Tom shrugged, “I don’t know, (y/n) and I are just out for longer than that usually. I guess you don’t have as much to talk about though.”

All Adrien wanted was to wipe that stupid, smug look off his face.

“What do you want to hear Tom?” he glared at him, “That we hated each other? That it was awful? Did you want me to walk in here and tell you how I just think she’s bitchy and awful and I never want to see her again?”

Tom’s eyes widened before his face scrunched to a scowl, “No, if you call her a bitch I’m gonna put you in the fucking hospital.”

“You know that’s not what I said,” Adrien snapped, “I’m going to bed, and I’m not telling you shit about the date so don’t bother asking.”

Tom stood as Adrien tried to walk away, “Probably because it went awful huh?” he smirked again as he stepped towards him, “I told you you know? Told you it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why are you so obsessed with us?” Adrien spun to face him again.

“‘Us’?” Tom scoffed and rolled his eyes, “There’s no ‘us’, there’s you and then there’s her. There’s only an ‘us’ in you’re fucking dreams.”

“Obviously there is an us, we just went on a fucking date!” he stepped towards him, “You know what Tom? I think you’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Tom laughed, “Oh as if.”

“Oh please, it’s obvious! You’re jealous because she went on a date with me and not you,” Adrien jabbed his finger into his chest for emphasis.

Tom glared at him as Harrison stepped into the hallway, “What the hell are you two yelling about?” he glared at both of them.

“Nothing,” Tom shoved his hand away from him, “I was just congratulating Adrien for his shitty date.”

“Tom,” Harrison warned.

“No Harrison, he’s right, it was a shitty date,” Adrien agreed, “It was shitty and boring because you’re little fuck buddy is shitty and boring!”

Tom had swung at Adrien before anyone could even blink. His fist connected with Adrien’s cheek, making him recoil as Tom tackled him. Adrien swung back at him from the ground, making contact with his eye, but not managing to throw him off. They wrestled on the ground as Harrison ran for them.

“Tom get off!” Harrison barked at his friend as he yanked him off of Adrien.

“You heard what the fuck he said! He deserved it!” Tom glared as Adrien got off the ground.

Harrison stood between them, a hand on Tom’s chest to keep from trying to grab Adrien again, “Yeah it was douchey but that doesn’t mean you can hit him!” Harrison glanced back at Adrien, “And you! What the fuck is your problem! I don’t care how bad the date was or how much of a dick Tom’s being you don’t have any right to say that shit!”

Adrien’s cheeks darkened shamefully, “Yeah, whatever, I’m going to my room.”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Better fucking stay in there,” Tom grumbled as he shoved Harrison’s hand off of him, “I’m going to the beach.”

Tom went stomping off to the garage and Adrien to his room. Harrison let out a deep breath and went to the kitchen for a beer. He tossed the bottle cap into the recycling and went back to his room. He fell onto his bed and reached for his phone. Hoping to prevent another fight he punched in your number.

It rang a few times before you picked up, “Hello?”

“Hey, sorry to bug you,” Harrison rubbed the back of his neck, “Do you have a minute?”

“Oh, sure,” he could hear you shuffling and Grace mumbling, “What’s up?”

“It’s about Tom,” he pursed his lips, you were silent, “And Adrien. They got into it after Adrien got home.”

“What do you mean?”

“They got into a fight,” he clarified, “Like Tom hit him.”

“What?!” you gasped, “What the hell happened?!”

“Well he hit Tom back,” he chuckled.

“Harrison!”

“Sorry. I broke them up,” he explained, “I don’t want to make you feel bad or something, but it was definitely about you. Tom’s barely said a word since he found out about the date. I’ve been trying to get him to talk about stuff but he doesn’t want to open up to me,” he sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a dick here, but whatever’s going on between you two, you really need to talk about it. I’m worried about him, and you.”

You were quiet for a minute. He heard you let out a sigh before you answered.

“I-I know,” you mumbled, “I know we need to talk. Thank you for telling me Haz. I’ll call him in the morning okay?”

He nodded, “Okay. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you promised, “Haz?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Aw,” he cooed, “You’re making me blush.”

“I mean it. I’m sorry you had to deal with… Well I’m sorry you had to break them up.”

“Ah don’t worry about it, you can just back me up next time I get into it with someone okay?” he joked.

You laughed, “Alright. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“You too, and (y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.”

“Aw,” you cooed back at him, “Have a good night Haz.”

“Yeah, you too. Say goodnight to Gracie for me too okay?”

“I will,” you assured him before chiming once again, “Night.”

The line went dead and Harrison brought the bottle to his lips. He took a long drink and fell back into his bed.

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OMG!!! This was... perfect? Like, it really was a perfect read. From start to end, I had the feeling to be right there, watching them from up close. I loved how it all developed so naturally between them, like it was truly realistic, and I loved it. The anger at the start, the following banters, and slowly warming up to each other - I loved all of that!! I don't know how you do it, but your writing is AMAZING! And I'm really looking forward to checking out your other works too. Again, that was amazing, and WOW! Thank you for this beautiful concept, the writing, and the story itself. Have a great day @duskholland 💙

Crash Into You || Tom Holland Smut

ice hockey!tom x figure skater!reader — smut.

summary ↠ you can’t stand the ice hockey team. they’re loud, brutish, and incredibly annoying. it’s just inconvenient that you can’t seem to stop running into their star player, an irritatingly suave man called tom, nor deny the way your pulse quickens every time he’s around…   word count ↠ 20.2k. warnings ↠ mild depictions of sport-related injury including blood and nose breakage, a lot of bad language, some jealousy, and nsfw smut material! extended smut warnings are beneath the cut, but this is 18+ !!! minors dni.   a/n ↠ it’s funny because I tell myself I don’t like sport aus, yet this is somehow one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written…? the au is kinda ~obscure~ I guess, but it checked so many of my boxes whilst writing it, and I had a great time. it’s also the longest thing I’ve ever posted?! ahh !! I hope you’ll like dutchy, and give this a go even if you’re not really into hockey <3   —↠ there are so many different people that helped me out with this!!! in addition to all the wonderful anons that sent in ideas last month, I want to extend a huge thank you to @geminiparkers @tetralea @hollandharrison @honeyspidey @stixnstripesworld and @uglypastels for each helping out in some way, whether that be through brainstorming ideas, making incredible art, or teaching me about hockey and/or skating! <3<3 also—the biggest thank you ever to the lovely sammy @t-holland2080 for not disowning me after editing this for me and seeing my basic spelling errors lmfao. ily <3 hope you all enjoy !!

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[waitimcomingtoo]

I’ll Cry If I Want To

Pairing: enemies to lovers!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: you get stood up on your birthday and Peter attempts to cheer you up despite your feud

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Peter walked into the kitchen in the tower and was immediately greeted by a confetti popper exploding in his face followed by a tender kiss on the forehead from Tony.

“Oh, my. Good morning to me.” Peter smiled at the greeting.

“Damn it, Parker.” Tony groaned. “I thought you were my little girl.”

“Don’t feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.” You said as you walked into the kitchen behind Peter. The two of you made eye contact and you gave him an innocent smile while he rolled his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.“ He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.

“Happy birthday, baby girl.” Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled and hugged him back.

“Thank you, daddy.” Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didn’t know that was today. I mean, I’d been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.”

“Nice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.” You replied.

“Really?” He gasped. “Might want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.”

“Don’t talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.” You snapped and tapped your nose twice to point out the zit on the tip of Peter nose. He covered it with his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Children, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.” Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.

“Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to make sure Peter knew about the giant pimple on his nose in case he was going to see anyone today.” You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.

“Any plans for the night, jelly bean?” Tony asked you.

“Nothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.”

“Oh God. Is this gonna be one of those crazy parties where you all get drunk and things get out of hand and you accidentally kill someone and have to dispose of the body together while hijixs ensues?” Peter. whined.

“No, because this isn’t one of the pornos you watch.” You scoffed.

“Pfft. That is not what I watch.” He insisted. “Where would I even find something like that? What would I even type? I’m open to suggestions.”

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re such a weirdo. And don’t be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them you’re a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you don’t have a chance with any of them.”

“I don’t want to date your freakbob friends anyway.” He scoffed. “And to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I don’t want to hear you birds all night too.”

“I actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?” You asked through a smile.

“That’s a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if I’m not busy.” He replied and matched your smile.

“You? Busy?” You laughed. “Please. Busy doing what?”

“Peter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.” Tony answered you.

“Oh. Okay. Do you need any help?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.” Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.

“Yeah. I’ve got it.” Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.

“I’ll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?” Tony told you before kissing your forehead.

“Okay. Bye. Have fun.” You smiled sadly as he left the room.

“You look greasy, by the way.” Peter said once you were alone.

“Like I care what you think. Even your hairline won’t stay with you.” You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.

“It’s not actually receding, is it?” He asked and touched his hair.

“Maybe your forehead is just getting bigger.” You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.

“Bite me.” He replied and stopped touching his hair.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You chuckled. “Isn’t that how you got your powers, spider boy?”

“Yup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?” He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.

“Watch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.” You warned him.

“You wouldn’t.” He said quietly.

“Try me.” You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.

“You win. Here’s your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.” He said as he handed you a homemade birthday card from his jeans pocket before quickly running out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled once he was gone and read the card. As annoying as you normally found him, you appreciated that he remembered your birthday. Inside the card was a crude drawing of the two of you fighting next to a drawing of a gift card to Planet Fitness.

Peter strolled into your bedroom around 10 pm when he had grown curious as to why your friends weren’t there yet. It was getting kind of late and you had listed many activities that you had planned to do while Peter begrudgingly listened to you talk earlier in the day. You were still in your room by yourself so he went in and knocked on your door to see what was happening.

“Hey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.” Peter said as he leaned against your doorway. You were sitting on your bed with your knees draw to your chest and your chin resting on top of them as you stared out the window.

“Do that anyway.” You mumbled and didn’t move from your position.

“I’m going to. I can’t listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacy’s theories are always way off.” He continued. You still didn’t turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.

“Hello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?” He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.

“Seriously though, when are they coming?”

“They’re not coming.” You said finally in a horse voice.

“Why? What happened? Did they finally realize you’re an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddy’s credit card?” Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.

“Something like that.” You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.

“Whats going on? Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Just go away.” You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.” He said and handed you a tissue. You gave him a skeptical look and he held up one hand in defense while waving the tissue in the other like a white flag. You sighed and took the tissue before wiping your eyes.

“They found out it wasn’t a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.“ You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.

“They cancelled? Why?”

“Because no one wants to come to my party. They want to come to a Stark Industries party with puppies in the gift bags and acrobats suspended from the ceiling and Avengers walking around like party clowns. Just hanging out with me wasn’t cool enough so they all bailed.” You sniffled and turned back to look out the window. Peter raised his hand to place it on your shoulder but then drew it back. He didn’t know if he was who you’d want to comfort you and he didn’t want to push it.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

“Like you care.” You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.

“I do care.” He insisted. “And I’m very sorry this happened to you tonight.”

“No you’re not.” You scoffed. “You’re probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.”

“It’s not.” He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.

“It’s not? Look at me, Peter. I’m pathetic. I’m alone on my birthday because I wasn’t good enough for anyone to hang out with.” You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but you’d never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.

“You were right.” You said quietly. “I am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And I’m sure you’re anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say “I told you so” and prove to me once again that I’m always wrong.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a minute without looking at each other. Peter felt guilty that you were expecting him to kick you while you were down. You were feeling your own guilt for snapping at him when he was trying to be nice.

“I’m not gonna say that.” He said after a beat.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just go away.” You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldn’t find the words. He patted your shoulder twice before getting up and leaving your room. You turned to look at the door once he was gone and felt yourself missing his presence. You turned back to the window and stared out at the night sky through your teary eyes and let time pass.

After a while, you started to smell something. You sniffed the air until you recognized it as the scent of a something burning. Out of sheer curiosity, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and padded into the kitchen. You found Peter in the kitchen with a lace trimmed pink apron tied around his waist and flour smeared on his cheek. You smiled in surprise and leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. He was humming to himself a song you didn’t recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.

“Jesus. You scared me. But I guess I should’ve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Well, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.” Peter began.

“And?” You asked.

“And so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.” He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me?” Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.

“I’m joking. I’m clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.” He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.

“Yeah, that’s a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.”

“Because it’s your birthday you miserable bitch. And everyone deserves a cake baked with love. Now do you prefer chocolate or vanilla frosting on your burnt cake?” He asked and held up two cans of frosting. You looked between the two before your eyes settled on him. You hugged your blanket tighter around yourself and shook your head.

“I don’t want your pity.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have it so shut up and grab a spatula before I rescind your choice in the matter and funfetti the fuck out of this cake.” He replied and held out a spatula. You stared at it and felt compelled to take it and join him, but you were still throwing yourself a pity party.

“No.”

“No? Look, I’m trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?” Peter sighed and looked at you. You stared at him for a while before cracking the slightest smile. He noticed the smile and knew he had succeeded in his plan to cheer you up.

“Fine. But I’m not eating that. That’s what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. We’ll make a new one. But I’m not touching raw eggs.” You told him and grabbed your dad’s matching pink apron from the drawer.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Princess.” Peter mumbled under his breath. You glared at him through your lashes as you threw some flour and sugar into a bowl. Peter went to put the butter in but you pushed his hand away.

“It can’t be cold butter or it won’t mix properly. It has to be room temperature.” You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.

“Oh. Let’s pop it in the microwave then.”

“We can’t do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?” You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.

“Maybe just a little.” Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.

“There. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.” You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.

“Wow. That was really smart.” He said genuinely. “Women really do belong in the kitchen.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldn’t help but watch you over his shoulder as you combined the rest of the dry ingredients and expertly cracked an egg in one hand. He rarely got to see you like this, no makeup and in lounge clothes. And he definitely never saw you upset before. He was used to the perfectly groomed and standoffish version of yourself so this change of pace brought him unexpected joy.

“Move over. That’s not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.” You told him and reminded him of the you he knew. You bumped him with your hip and put your hands over his to help him fold the batter.

“Like laundry?” He asked as his cheeks heated up.

“Like you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.” You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.

“Oh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.” He confessed.

“And how does that work out for you?” You asked him.

“Look in the trash and you’ll find out.” Peter replied and eyed the burnt cake in the garbage can. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and kept helping him fold the batter. Everytime he tried to stir the batter, you gently corrected his hands to fold it instead.

“Why don’t you just do it?” He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.

“Because you won’t learn if I do it.” You replied in a softer tone. Peter went quiet since you were being unexpectedly nice to him. You let the batter sit for minute once you were satisfied and then poured in into a cake pan.

“There. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.” You told him as you shut the oven door.

“Oh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-“

“Shut it.” You warned him. Peter pretended to zipper his lips and throw away the key. You cracked a smile before starting to clean up the kitchen. Peter wordlessly helped you tidy up and you exchanged a soft smile with each other in the silence of the kitchen.

“What was your worst birthday?” You asked after a long beat of silence.

“Are you talking to me?” Peter asked after looking around.

“Peter, we’re the only ones in the room.”

“Sorry. It’s not like you’ve ever asked me a personal question before. It’s usually “are you stupid?” or “can you go away?” or “do you need a tampon cry baby?” He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” You said quietly. “I sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.”

“I’m mean too.” Peter shrugged.

“You tease me.” You shook your head. “I’m just cruel.”

“I think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Don’t let it keep you up at night. I’m sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.” Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didn’t crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.

“Do you think I’m hard to be around?” You asked after a minute. Peter was about to crack another joke until he saw the look on your face. He could tell you needed a friend right now and was filled with determination to be one.

“No. I think those girls you called your “friends” are hard to be around.” He said seriously. “I’ve seen you with them. They’re the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. They’re a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They don’t care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isn’t the first time they’ve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because you’re never fully included. You think no one notices because you tell stories about your charming adventures together but I see it in your eyes. They make you feel like an afterthought. You act tough and pretend it doesn’t bother you but I know that it does. You shouldn’t hang out with them anymore.”

“Then who am I going to hang out with?” You shrugged sadly. “Without them, I don’t have any friends.”

“Sitting alone is better than sitting at a table where you’re the topic of conversation when you get up.” Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You said quietly. Peter nodded his head in understanding and let a silence fall between the two of for a while. He was going to say that you wouldn’t be alone because you’d have him, but he didn’t know if you wanted to hear that.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“No.” You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Why don’t you like me?” He asked without looking into our eyes. You saw that coming and stared at him to try and get a sense of what was going on in his head. He slowly looked back up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“Do you remember that time the power went out in the city due to that Max guy or whatever and we all lit candles and hung out in the tower?”

“Uh oh.” Peter gulped. “You answered my question with another question. That can’t be good.”

“Shut up. Do you remember or not?” You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.

“I remember that.” He told you and held your gaze.

“You were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didn’t really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.

“I remember that.” He nodded. “It was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.”

“I know. I told you I felt like that too sometimes. And then we stayed up for hours talking about every stupid thing we ever worried about and gave each other advice. I think at one point I gave you advice on how much conditioner to use.” You said as you replayed the night in your memory. You had a look on your face that Peter had never seen on you before. It was natural and relaxed and playful, all things he knew to be the opposite of you. It was so rare that the two of you were getting along and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin in.

“A dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.” He chuckled. “You were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasn’t crying so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if we’d always been friends. You quieted all my fears that night. I was initially so embarrassed about it but then I felt a lot better knowing someone had my back no matter how bad I messed up.”

“I always had your back.” You insisted. “Even when I was mean to you. If you were in trouble with my dad, I was always here talking him down and trying to get him to see your side. He sees you through the lense of his child that he doesn’t want hurt but I’ve always seen you as a hero who wants to help. I even got him to give you the suit back when you were 15. And it was my idea to put the warmers in because you told me you’re always cold.”

“Really? You were rooting for me this whole time?” He cracked a smile in surprise.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Always.”

“Then how come you act like…” Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.

“Like what?” You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.

“Like you hate me.” He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.

“I don’t hate you.” You said sheepishly.

“You don’t?” He asked in genuine surprise. You looked at him and he could see the guilt in your eyes even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“No. I don’t. I never did.”

“Then how come we don’t get along anymore?” He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.

“One of the things we had talked about that night was how my one regret about being homeschooled was never getting to experience a prom. I told you had dreamed of it since I was a little girl and it broke my heart to know I’d never have one. So then you said…” You trailed off, thinking he’d remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.

“I said what?” He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.

“You promised to take me. To yours.” You told him. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment before he burst out laughing. Your sadness immediately hardened into anger at the sound of him laughing at you.

“Wait, you’ve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didn’t take you to a stupid school dance?” Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you weren’t laughing too.

“Oh. We’re not laughing?” He asked.

“Why is that funny to you?” You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.

“Well I was- I was a kid.” He said simply. “I had a huge crush on this girl Liz and we were finally becoming friends so I asked her and she said yes. That was years after I promised you that. I’m sorry but I didn’t remember.”

Peter thought you were going to yell at him and hurl a parade of insults his way, but you just nodded your head and looked down at the ground.

“You’re right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.” You mumbled and started walking towards the door to leave. Peter knew he had messed up big time and possibly just killed any and all chances of the two of you becoming friends.

“Wait.” He said desperately just as the kitchen timer went off. You stopped walking and watched him haphazardly take the cake out of the oven and throw it in the stove top as he blew on it.

“You should stay. We have to frost it.” He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.

“You can’t frost it while it’s hot. It’ll slip right off.” You said without looking at him.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-“

“I have to go.” You cut him off and swiftly left the kitchen.

You went back to your room to resume the pouting you had started earlier. You felt guilty about walking out on Peter but it had hurt you to know that a promise that had meant a lot to you didn’t even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didn’t take long for Peter to start making noise in the kitchen, interrupting your thought spiral. You heard things falling out of cabinets followed by Peter swearing. He bumbled around for a while and slowly drove you crazy with all the noise he was making until you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of “The Dancing Queen” coming from downstairs. You groaned in frustration and got out of bed to go downstairs and see what was happening.

When you got to the living room, Peter was standing there in one of your dad’s suits that hugged him a little too tightly around his muscles. The room looked like it had been decorated by a child with poorly hung streamers, ripped up construction paper to act as confetti, and bunches of webs that Peter had tried to shape into stars and moons. He had dimmed the lights and put a single bowl of chips on the counter, which he proudly stood beside.

“What the hell is this?” You asked him.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked with a huge smile.

“No.” You said immediately. “Please kill yourself.”

“I will.” He promised. “After one dance.”

“I’m not dancing with you. I’m not doing any of this.” You told him and turned to leave. You heard a “pst” right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peter’s arms. He caught you with ease and winked when you landed in his arms. You rolled your eyes at him but felt a smile tugged at your lips.

“Please? Just one dance? Then I’ll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.” He pleaded as he stared into your eyes. He looked so desperate that you found yourself nodding before you knew what you were agreeing to. He smiled in excitement and twirled you around before slowly swaying to the beat. You begrudgingly sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck while his stayed in a respectable place on your hips. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept yours on the ceiling.

“You can look at me, you know.” He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.

“Your corsage, my lady.” He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.

“This is so stupid.” You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.

“It’s about to get even more stupid. Wait here.” He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morgan’s plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.

“Every prom needs its queen.” He said as he placed the crown on your head. You made eye contact as he stepped forward to adjust it and you felt your breath catch in your throat from how close he was.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said quietly.

“Yes I did. I owed you a prom experience. I’m sorry I didn’t take you the first time. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. You just caught me off guard. I have spent many nights thinking of all the things I could have done to make you hate me. I genuinely forgot about that promise. I had no idea this entire time that you hated me because of prom.” He said as the two of you started swaying to the music again. You felt a feeling rise up in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt for Peter in many years.

“It wasn’t just the prom.” You admitted before you could think about it.

“It wasn’t? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?” He asked. “I did that to Wanda once and now she’ll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.”

“That’s disgusting.” You said flatly. “But no. It wasn’t that.”

“Then what?” He wondered.

“It’s stupid. You’ll just laugh again.”

“No I won’t.” He assured you. “Probably. I’ll definitely try really hard not to.

“Come on. Please tell me.” He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. “You have to tell me now or I’ll become so annoying so quickly. I’ll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when it’s clearly only funny if you’re watching it.”

“I can’t tell you. It’s dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.” You said and hoped he’d drop it.

“It can’t be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?” He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.

“Oh shit. Did you have a crush on me?” He asked in a soft voice. You looked down at the ground to avoid having to look him in the eyes now that you were caught.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “You were my age and had these cool powers and muscles and unexpected sense of humor. I was homeschooled and had swiped to the end of Tinder. You were my only option.”

“Oh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?” He said through a laugh but it hurt him. You could sense in his voice that you had just hurt his feelings and for once, that wasn’t what you wanted.

“I mean, not the only choice.” You added. “Cap used to hang around a lot more and he’s not the worst looking. But he’s like 500 so I never really had a chance.”

“Why me, then?” He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.

“Because you were kind.” You admitted. “You didn’t need to take on as much as what you did at such a young age but you refused to do the easy stuff. You used to drive my dad crazy with how for you begged for assignments. You were so determined to get out there and save people, it was almost obnoxious. You were never content getting back stolen bikes. You always wanted to protect people from the big things. Even when you were just a kid. I liked that about you. I still do.”

“Still?” He gulped. “Even now?”

Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and “Munch” started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.

“Sorry about that. I don’t know who put that on my playlist.” He quickly lied.

“It was you.”

“It was me, yeah.” He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.

“This was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.” You said genuinely. “I should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.”

“But we haven’t frosted the cake yet. It’s still your birthday. You can’t go to bed without any cake.” He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.

“I don’t know. It’s late.”

“Come on. It’ll be fast. That’s one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.” He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.

“Fine. Let’s make it fast.” You agreed and walked over to him. He smiled at you joining him and got out the frosting. He handed you a spatula and you started to frost the cake.

“You don’t have to keep wearing that if you don’t want.” Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.

“Back off. It’s mine.” You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.

“I really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.” You told him.

“You can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-“

“No.” You cut him off.

“Worth a try.” He mumbled.

“Really, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“In a way, I’m glad your stupid friends cancelled on you. It gave us an opportunity to spend time together. And this was the least I could do for not taking you to my real prom. Which was total buns, by the way. I missed most of it because I was putting my dates dad in jail.”

“Well I’m glad that didn’t happen tonight.” You laughed softly.

“Me either. I wish I took you to the first one. We could have been friends this whole time if I had just remembered my promise.” He sighed.

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago. I’m done moping about it. I’m ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.”

“I’m ready for that too.” He smiled at you. “Especially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because it’s kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.”

“It does smell really good. I can’t even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me you’re getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled and looked over at you. He didn’t stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.

“What?” You laughed shyly.

“I can’t believe you ever liked me. And that this whole time, I had no idea. I am so not cool enough for a girl like you to like.”

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t like I dropped any hints.”

“Maybe not. It just doesn’t feel real. I wouldn’t believe it even if you weren’t always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.”

“Reciprocating? You liked me too?” You asked as your mouth went dry.

“Are you kidding? You’re my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention you’re funny, smart, good with a screwdriver and the apparently my biggest supporter. Though you did it in secret. Make no mistake, birthday girl. I had the biggest crush on you for years. Even when you were being mean to me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You said quietly. You had your back to him as you washed your hands but you could feel his eyes on you. You peaked over your shoulder and sure enough, Peter’s eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.

“You know, as mean as your insults were, they were always clever. And you always looked good saying them. How could I not fall for you?” He said as he came up behind you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, along with a scent that was just distinctly Peter, making your heart pound in your ears. You turned around and leaned against the counter as you looked into his eyes.

“Well how do you feel now?” You asked with unwavering eye contact.

“I feel like those feelings never left.” He admitted. You had never heard such confidence in his voice and it was just the thing to tip the scales back in his favor.

“Hm. Interesting.” You shrugged and turned back around. It was almost like you could hear the disappointment in the air once you had your back to him again. You decided not to torture him forever and give in to what you both wanted.

“Peter?” You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Clear the countertop.”

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𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

adjusting yourselves to get more comfortable, you’re now laid back on your pillow as you hug peters large frame while his face is nuzzled in your chest.

you two lay silently as you rub his back until you decide to break the silence.

“you know, you’re still in your suit. you’re getting my bed dirty.”

“you just want me to take it off so you can see me naked”

“you’re done” you say before attempting to push him off of you. peter quickly caught your hands before you could even try.

“how did you–”

“i’m spider-man, baby”

“clearly” you chuckle, referring to him still being in his suit.

“since you want to see me naked so bad, i’ll take it off” he groans as if it’s the hardest task in the world. “happy now?”

“very. now come lay back down”

you don’t have to tell him twice. he quickly gets back into the position you two were in before and enjoys the warmth and comfort you bring him.

“you’re so perfect petey, did you know that?”

“mmm” he groans into as he nuzzles his face further into your chest, enjoying the sudden compliment.

“i mean seriously. you’re so smart, so strong, so caring and so funny. you being handsome is just the cherry on top”

“stoppp” he whines. “i’m blushing.”

“okay fine, i’m done”

“nooo, i didn’t mean it! keep going please” he cries as he lifts up his head to look at you.

“you are truly such a big baby”

“i’m your big baby. now continue please, i love being praised by you.”

how could you deny him?

“i love how cute you are. you have the prettiest brown hair and eyes. your face is perfectly sculpted too. i don’t know how i got blessed with the most handsome boyfriend in the world.” 

“mmm” he groans again in complete ecstasy. hearing your compliments is like music to his ears.

“you’re so cute, i just want to squish your cheeks” you say before lifting his head up slightly and squishing his cheeks together.

you cannot believe he’s letting you baby him like this.

“aww petey, you’re so adorable” 

“thank you” he says with a pink tint on his cheeks as he rests his head on your chest again, suddenly feeling sleepy.

you two sat in silence for a few more minutes and he peacefully drifted to sleep.

you were definitely going to make fun of him for tonight in the morning.

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The car came to a smooth stop outside the theater, the murmur of the awaiting crowd outside growing louder as Tom looked over at Y/N. She was busy fiddling with her earrings, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the small mirror in the sun visor. The sleek black vehicle's windows were tinted, hiding the two from the excited fans outside. Tom felt his heart do a little somersault just watching her.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The words were simple but held so much more.

Y/N turned to face him, a soft smile spreading across her lips. Her dress was a deep emerald green that hugged her figure in all the right places, and her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She had spent hours getting ready, worrying about every little detail, but the way Tom was looking at her now made it all worth it. His brown eyes were filled with admiration and love, making her feel like the only person in the world.

“Thank you,” she replied, her cheeks flushing a light pink. She reached over and straightened his bow tie, her fingers lingering a bit longer than necessary. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Holland.”

Tom chuckled, his own cheeks tinting a shade of red. “Well, I had to make sure I looked good next to the most beautiful woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound like music to Tom’s ears. Despite the glamor of the event, the flashes of cameras, and the cacophony of voices outside, it was moments like these, the little quiet moments, that he treasured the most.

The driver stepped out of the car, signaling it was time. Tom took a deep breath, his nerves tingling. He’d been to plenty of premieres before, but this was the first time he was bringing Y/N as his official date. He wanted everything to be perfect.“Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand to her.

Y/N took his hand without hesitation. “Ready.”

As the door opened, the noise outside flooded in, the bright lights almost blinding. Tom stepped out first, keeping hold of Y/N’s hand and helping her out of the car. The moment she emerged, a wave of camera flashes went off, capturing the two of them.

The crowd cheered, and Tom waved, flashing his signature charming smile. Y/N followed suit, her arm wrapping around his as they began to walk down the carpet together. The cameras clicked incessantly, capturing every angle, every smile. Tom’s arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted the world to know she was with him, and he was with her.

Reporters called out their names, asking questions, wanting photos. Tom and Y/N posed together, the perfect picture of a Hollywood couple. Despite the chaos around them, Tom found himself constantly glancing at Y/N, making sure she was okay. She seemed to be handling it all with grace, her smile never faltering.

As they stopped for a few interviews, Tom couldn’t help but intertwine his fingers with hers. The simple act grounded him, made him feel like he could take on the world. And with Y/N by his side, he truly believed he could.

“So, Tom,” one reporter asked, a knowing smile on her face, “How does it feel to have Y/N as your date tonight?”

Tom grinned, looking over at Y/N, his eyes softening. “It feels incredible. I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else. She’s my rock, and I’m so proud to have her by my side.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, the sincerity in Tom’s voice touching her deeply. She squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of love for the man standing beside her.

“And Y/N,” the reporter continued, turning to her, “How does it feel to be here with Tom?”

Y/N looked up at Tom, her heart swelling. “It feels like a dream. Tom’s not just an amazing actor; he’s an incredible person. I’m so lucky to be here with him, to share this moment.”

Tom’s heart melted at her words, and without thinking, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The cameras caught the tender moment, and the crowd cooed in response.

As they made their way down the carpet, Tom kept Y/N close, his hand never leaving hers. The glitz and glamour of Hollywood were all around them, but in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world.

“I love you,” Tom whispered in her ear as they posed for another photo, his voice full of emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. “I love you too, Tom.”

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what about tom holland x gf!reader where she constantly tries to keep him from spoiling things about "upcoming" marvel movies (she's also an actor)

Spoiler Stopper : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Descr: reader is an actor who is dating Tom Holland and tries to stop the king of spoilers from spoiling more details about his Marvel projects

Warnings: a few curses, Tom being a div who spoils things, that's all I believe

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yourusername: BTS of an upcoming project 🤫 Excited to be back on a set again! Can’t wait for you all to see what’s coming!

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tomholland2013: excited xxx ❤️

hazosterfield: 👀

ynfanforever: New project?!?!

btsyn: what do we think it is guys? 🤔

tuwaine: wow, way to taunt us fans y/n smh 😆

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tomholland2013: BTS 🕷️

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yourusername: Tom! 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: baby, ily but I wouldn’t post this one either 😬

tomholland2013: okay, now I just think you’re being a bit too nitpicky love

hazosterfield: yeah y/n, we love a good BTS 😂 mate, really?!

tomholland2013: you two lost BTS all the time but I can’t???

yourusername: T, we’re not MARVEL! And there’s a difference between a generic BTS post and a spoiler post 🤦‍♀️❤️

hazosterfield: mate, listen to your girl 👏

tomholland2013: I think this one is fine guys

peterspideylove: NO WAY!!!

hollandforlife: ummm Tom, I would listen to y/n on this one 🫣🫣🫣

mculuver: oh. My. God. He IS in space!

tstanleyh: GotG and Spider-Man?! Screaming!!!

tomholland2013: I see the issue now….

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yourusername: thinking of stealing this outfit from set to wear for a night out, or maybe even a fancy breakfast? 🤔💎

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tomholland2013: 😍😍😍

florencepugh: I think I know just the place 😘

hazosterfield: looking very posh y/n, xxx

tuwaine: from set huh? Another new project or is this the same one? 👀

zendaya: Queen 🙌

ynfansdaily: predictions?

ynwifey: breakfast at Tiffany’s?! 💎

enews: The suspense is killing us!

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tomholland2013: Anyone else feel this way on Mondays? 🕷️❤️

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hollandpeter: 💔 oh no! Why do you look so hurt???

hollandwife4life: ouch!! But the suit???

yourusername: T, honey, I wish you’d run these posts by me first 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: based on the comments I’m realizing they didn’t know about the suit or the injuries from any of the trailers so far, huh? 🫣

yourusername: no sweetheart, no they did not 😂 you’re lucky you’re too cute for anyone to stay mad at, including Marvel 😘

hazosterfield: we’ll see how long that lasts 💀

peterandmj: why is he in a black suit?!

mcufanatic: what happened to the stark tech suit…

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[lnfours]

Being kissed in the middle of a crowded room w/ Tom Holland😭🥺 🪄

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!

10k celebration

the house was full of people. it was like harrison had invited everyone he knew to his house for the annual get together. you sat next to the twins on the couch, making small talk with some friends of tom's.

you sighed out of relief when tom came back into the room, motioning for harry to move over as he sat down next to you. you smiled over at the brown haired boy as he put an arm around you.

"so," tuwaine's voice caught your attention, turning to look back towards the group, "how long have you two been together now? twenty centuries?"

tom chuckled before looking over at you, "almost 4 years,"

everyone whistled and you blushed softly as the attention made your face turn hot. the small talk continued and harrison was entering the room again, this time calling tom's name.

"you up for another game, mate?"

tom nodded, "yeah, sure," he stood from his spot on the couch, but before leaving he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. you smiled into the quick kiss, kissing him back sweetly. the gesture didn't go unnoticed as everyone around you whistled and cheered playfully.

"i'll be back, love,"

you smiled, "good luck."

he smiled back at you, laughing at his friends who were still clapping and cheering, "oh, piss off!"

your cheeks were burning hot, but you couldn't help the smile from growing on your face.

[h31d1-jan3]

I love you, darling - Tom Holland

Bodies moved in synch, tangled in bedsheets and drenched in sweat. Panting and sweet moans filled the room.

"God Tommy, you feel so good…so good" You moaned as Tom drove in and out of you at lighting speed.

"You're so tight baby, wrapped around my cock, god I'm so close" he replied, his eyes closing and re-opening in absolute bliss.

"Me too, so close" your hand gripped his biceps trailing to his back and digging small crescent shapes as you came, head thrown back, Tom following soon after with a,

"I love you, daring"

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No Blood Left in the Water

Wipeout - Chapter 11

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: After this is just the epilogue! I hope you guys enjoy! Pretty please let me know what you think! I love getting feedback, it’s a really big motivator to me. Reblogs and comments are the best way for you to let me know what you think and I really really appreciate them! If you want to give me some anonymous feedback or just talk feel free to drop in my inbox! Also I’ve lessened my work load for this term so I should be back to posting more regularly after this. I love you guys xx

Warnings: Angst, fighting, crying

Summary: You and Tom sit down for a much needed talk

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You woke up feeling groggy and anxious. It was still pouring outside and although it was already after 9 am, the sky was still black. The wind rattled your windows, it felt almost taunting, like the universe was daring you to get out of bed, daring you to try and step outside. You didn’t heed the warning though, you dragged yourself out of bed and straight to the shower.

After a needlessly long shower you plopped yourself on back down on your bed and got ready to call Tom. You weren’t sure what to say. It wasn’t the kind of talk you could do over the phone, but you were worried you wouldn’t be able to spit it out in person. Staring at the phone was only making your nerves worse though, it was better to rip off the band aid and get it over with.

Tom picked up on the first ring, “Hi,” he sounded more dull than usual, not like he was angry or anything, just tired, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you replied before clearing your throat, “Are you busy today?”

“No, I don’t work, and I wasn’t gonna do anything,” he paused for a second, “Do you wanna hang out or something?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you nodded, “I would suggest surfing or something but you know…”

“Yeah, probably better to hang out inside. It’s a little crowded at my house though. I, um, I’d rather it was just us you know?”

“Me too,” you agreed, “Well maybe we could drive up to the north beach or something? We can just sit in my car.”

“We can take mine,” he offered, “I put the roof and the doors on when I saw the storm warning. It’s a little roomier and you know… It’s sort of special right?”

Your heart jumped in your chest, “Yeah, it is. Well I can meet up whenever, I’m all ready to go.”

“Cool, I’ll come get you then,” he cleared his throat, “Be there in ten?”

“Okay.”

With that you hung up. You decided to bundle up in some thick leggings and an oversized sweater. Perfect moody clothing, something you could bury yourself in if you started to cry.

Tom arrived exactly ten minutes later. You ran out to his car with your head down, attempting to shield yourself from the rain. It seemed oddly confining to have the doors and the roof on the Jeep, but sitting in his passenger seat made you feel like you were further away than you ever had been.

“This is weird,” you commented as you ran your hand over the door.

“Yeah, it’s like a whole different car,” he kept facing forward, refusing to turn towards you. He still didn’t seem angry though, “You can still sit in the middle if you want.”

“That’s alright,” you blushed and put your hands against one of the vents, “I want to be in front of the heater.”

He nodded, “Right. Let me know if you need my jacket.”

“Thanks.”

He started driving, you were both awkward and quiet. You were trying to plan out the conversation in your mind, wondering how the best way to start was. Tom was focused on driving, you seemed to be the only people on the road that day. You were both totally silent until you spotted the turn in for the beach. You cleared your throat as he turned in.

“Have you ever gone out surfing in a storm?” you asked.

He shook his head, “No, not when there's thunder or anything at least. A little rain is fine, but going out like this would be way too dangerous.”

“That makes sense,” you mumbled as he put the car in park, “Maybe we should have gotten drinks or something.”

He nodded, “Yeah, that would have been a good idea.”

You both fell silent again, not even glancing at each other. You watched violent waves crash against the shore while rain pounded against the roof of the car. There was only so long you could dance around it.

You took a deep breath, “Harrison called me last night.”

He stiffened, “What about?”

“He said you and Adrien got into a fight,” you left it there, hoping he would elaborate on his own.

“Yeah, we did,” he licked his lips, “If you’re gonna scold me or something I don’t want to hear it, he deserved it.”

“I’m not gonna scold you Tom,” you blushed, “I just want to know what happened.”

“He pissed me off.”

“Tom,” you groaned, “Come on, I need more than that. And will you stop just staring out the window? I’m trying to talk to you.”

“He said some shit about you and I hit him, I’ll do it again too, that asshole’s not good enough for you,” he turned towards you only slightly.

You noticed it then, some bruising around his nose. You sighed and moved to the middle seat. You took his jaw and forced him to look at you. He had a black eye.

“Tom,” you sighed, touching his cheek gently, “This is from him?”

“Trust me he looked worse,” he pursed his lips, “It’s just a black eye (y/n), I’ve had a lot worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

He scoffed, “Don’t apologize, I started it.”

“Because of me.”

“Yeah, cause he was being a dick, I wasn’t gonna let him just talk shit about you.”

“What did he say?”

“He said your date was shitty and called your boring, and he was just being…” he huffed, “I don’t know, it was just the way he was saying shit, calling you my fuck buddy and shit, it sounded really objectifying, it pissed me off.”

You crinkled your nose, “Yeah, I probably would have hit him too. Thanks for defending me.”

“Don’t thank me for that, any decent friend would have yelled at him at least,” his eyes darted down before meeting yours again, “I mean it, he’s not good enough for you. You deserve a lot better than that.”

Your cheeks flushed, “It wouldn’t have worked either way, we didn’t really connect on anything.”

“Yeah cause he’s boring, and a dick,” he scoffed, “Trust me you can find someone a lot better than him.”

You already had. You had someone better than anything you could ever imagine. The prettiest boy you’d ever met, sitting right in front of you. He’d snatched your heart right out of your chest and there seemed to be no way to get it back.

“Yeah, he’s not really what I want,” you glanced to the side, unable to meet his eyes, “There’s some other stuff we need to talk about too.”

He stiffened again, “London?”

“Well that, and things have just been weird lately,” you took a deep breath, “I-I mean you kind of freaked out when I told you Adrien asked me out and I don’t mean to make you feel bad or something Tom but I spent the whole week crying over you…”

His eyes widened, “Flower…” he seemed to be searching for his words, “Y-You should have called, I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad or anything.”

“I know,” your stomach was beginning to churn. Your nerves were burning again, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your tears back for very long, “I know you weren’t trying too, but you did. A-And that wasn’t entirely your fault, a lot of this is on me, but just… I don’t know Tom, that talk made me feel really awful.”

“I’m so sorry,” he was quick to cup your face, “Really, I mean it.”

Looking over at him all you wanted was a few simple words. You wanted him to tell you he loved you and that it’d be okay. You wished he could read your mind because you couldn’t spit it out. You couldn’t tell him that it was your own fault you felt bad, that you felt bad because you loved him and you wanted him. You didn’t want Adrien or London or anything else, you wanted Tom, just Tom. Why was that so hard to say?

“Tom I-” you cut yourself off, your throat burned, “I’m scared.”

His expression fell as you started to cry. He pulled you into him, letting you sob into his chest. He cooed softly at you, holding your firm against him while he smoothed over your head.

“There’s nothing to be scared of Flower, it’s just me, you know you can tell me anything,” he attempted to sooth you but it only made you cry even harder.

You couldn’t catch your breath or even think really. Tom had no idea what to do or what to say. He just kissed the top of your head and kept you firm against him. You were sniffling and shaking and he just wanted to make you feel better.

“Is it about London?” he tried again, “I know it’s a great opportunity but you don’t have to go.”

He was being selfish trying to persuade you to stay, he knew that. He wanted you to stay there with him, for everything to just go back to normal. He probably should have encouraged you to go, told you how it wouldn’t be so bad once you got there. He wanted to put you first, but he couldn’t stand to see you sobbing like that. He wanted to make you feel better, and he wanted to make sure he was there for you anytime you started crying.

“You can stay here if it’s scary,” he kissed your head again.

“It’s not about London Tom!” you cried against him before forcing yourself to sit up again. You wiped your eyes and took a deep breath, a poor attempt to put yourself back together, “I mean it is, kind of, but not really,” you let out a frustrated groan.

Your head fell and you grabbed the back of your neck. You were angry with yourself, for your inability to sort out your feelings. For breaking down in tears instead of just spitting it all out. For selfishly wanting to put a boy before your future.

“I spent the entire date thinking about you,” you confessed, “I spent the whole week thinking about you. The only reason I haven’t said yes to London is you, because I can’t stand the idea of being that far away from you. It’s all about you Tom, and I don’t know what to do, I’ve never felt like this before.”

Tom’s eyes widened in shock. His body tensed and froze. You hadn’t raised your head to him, half hoping he wouldn’t hear what you were mumbling. His brain was struggling to process what you’d said.

“Me?” was all he managed.

“Yes you idiot!” another sob left your chest, you sobbed for a minute before you continued in a small, weak voice, “Sorry, you’re not an idiot, I-I’m just frustrated.”

“(y/n),” he responded softly, wrapped his arm around your hunched over form, “Come on, you know I don’t care if you call me an idiot,” he pushed on your shoulder, trying to get you to sit up again, “If I have to look at you then you’ve got to look at me too.”

You didn’t want to look at him, reluctantly you let him pull you back up. He wiped your puffy red eyes with his thumbs. His lips curled up to a smile, it was as warm and comforting as ever.

“I hate it when you cry, it makes me want to cry too,” he wiped your eyes again, “I’m sorry you’ve had to think about me so much, that must suck.”

A laugh broke through your tears and your head fell onto his shoulder, “You really are an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he agreed, hugging you against him again. You buried your face in his neck and he pressed his lips against your forehead, “I’m scared too you know? I’m scared of you moving, I’m scared of you loving someone else,” he sighed, “And I’ve never felt like this either, like ever.”

Your heart thudded against your chest. You felt safe tucked away against him. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking him for more, by making him elaborate. Luckily he continued for you.

“When I was in Hawaii you were all I could think about, I’ve never missed anyone that much, ever,” he sighed, “A-And when you got that email about the internship you know I totally freaked. I opened it even though I shouldn’t have, and I got so freaked out I even thought about deleting it. I know that’s awful, but it’s true, I was just terrified by the thought of you leaving, that we’d always be far away, that I’d have to miss you all the time. Obviously I didn’t, and I never would have been able to do that to you, but you know it made me realize how different I feel about you compared to, well, everyone. It’s really scary, all of it. But I want you to know that I love you, more than anything, and all I want is for you to be happy (y/n).”

You held your breath as his words settled in. You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss him or yell or just cry some more.

“I’m happy here,” you confessed, “I’m happy with you Tom. I love you, I don’t want anything else.”

You were both quiet. That was what you needed, to be held by him, to know he loved you how you loved him. Tom kissed your forehead and squeezed you tight. He smiled to himself, it felt like a weight had been lifted, it was nice to have it out in the open. It felt even better to know that you loved him too, in the same way that he loved you.

“I want you to go to London,” he confessed, “Even though it’s scary for me, I want you to go, because I want you to do what’s best for you. And if you decide you do want to go, a-and if you want to be together, then I’ll go with you.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, “Tom I would never expect you to do that.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to be that far away for that long,” he held up one of his hands and waited for you to place your own against it, “Besides, it might be good for me. I could try going to school or something.”

You laughed, “Are you gonna get a 9 to 5 too?”

“No shot,” he chuckled, “I mean it though, I really like working with the kids. Maybe I could do something with that, I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” you were smiling now, which filled his whole body with affection and warmth, “Would you really be okay leaving? You wouldn’t be able to surf as much, or see your family.”

“It’d be really different, but I think maybe I need that. I get really scared of change and growing up and shit, I know I have to get over that eventually,” he brushed your wet, tear stained hair off your cheeks, “You’d be there though, so I know I’d still be happy. Plus we can visit.”

“I was thinking even if I did go to London that I’d move back here after,” you blushed and leaned into his hand, “I really love it here.”

“Yeah, me too,” he spoke softly before he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were soft and sweet, contrasting your salty chapped ones. You kissed him hard, squeezing his shoulders as your lips moved against his. You both wore big smiles when you pulled away.

“I love you,” you breathed out, “I wanna do it. I wanna go to London, and I want you there with me.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, “I’d happily go anywhere with you.”

You squeezed his hand and fell into his chest again. You inhaled deeply and your eyes fell closed.

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