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Peter's Precarious Polyjuice Potion - part 1

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

warnings: a little suggestive language, lot's of fluff, lack of impulse control, extreme secrecy

word count: 5.7k

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a/n: Just a quick psa: this is the first of two parts! I tried to make it a one shot, but it was wayyy too long. There are some mentions of Harry Potter, obviously by the title, but no major spoilers and I want to make it very clear that I DO NOT support JK Rowling nor her transphobia. Trans women are women and trans men are men🏳‍⚧! That being said, I have another little surprise in the works that may have something to do with the wizarding world...

If you want to know what it is (and maybe get a sneak peak) comment your favorite character from the series and make a guess as to who you think mine might be. I'll reveal it with the next part of this series.

Thanks and enjoy!

Was there anything better than a chilly winter morning with the one you love most? Absolutely, a chilly winter morning with the one you love most and Harry Potter in the background. That’s all you could think of as your fuzzy sock clad feet padded across the campus floor. 

The festive season’s aroma invaded your senses as you managed to steal the first four films from your father’s extensive DVD collection without being caught, the cover of the first one glinting in the light that flooded in from the wall of windows encasing Avenger’s campus as you admired how young the cast used to look and made your way to your boyfriend’s bedroom.

Suddenly, the usual quiet of the campus in the early morning was disturbed by the sound of footsteps of another Avenger in the distant halls and using your powers you immediately concealed the DVDs into a stack of school notebooks and a folder of overflowing miscellaneous papers as a facade. It wasn’t unusual for you to use your gifts this way.

It was only five years prior during a mission in the Czech Republic that you were introduced to Peter Parker and while everyone had expected the two of you to get along as teens of the same age, no one knew just how close you and Peter really were. The rule had initially started at Stark Tower as a branch off of one of your father’s household rules: no dating superheroes. You thought he would be less strict as your life became centered around them, as did his, but you had no such luck. There was little chance Tony Stark would ever change the rules set for his little girl. So you were left to bend them instead.

While you and Peter seemed like close friends, you only started out as a platonic couple before your relationship escalated faster than either of you could’ve anticipated into something more fulfilling than you could’ve ever hoped for. Peter became your everything. Before you knew it, he was your rock. He was the first person you wanted to share a new dirty joke with or an unlocked childhood memory or even complain to when your father became too restricting. It was so much easier for the both of you to be together during high school. Being a college sophomore made your relationship much more complicated. Especially seeing as Peter stayed close to home at NYU and you left town to attend MIT (your father would never let you go anywhere else).

With campuses that were over a 4 hour drive away from each other, you and Peter only got the occasional three day weekend to spend with each other and that was only when you were able to evade spending time with your dad by making up an excuse as to why you couldn’t come home and held your ground until you had to eventually cave to his demands. The only time you and Peter really got together was during holiday breaks when you two could both be at the campus and sneak around like smitten teenagers all over again. With only three weeks, you were determined not to waste a single second with so little time, even if it meant using your shapeshifting ability to disguise wizard school movies as chemistry homework. What could be suspicious about two close friends sharing notes about stoichiometry?

You felt your heart start back up as Natasha passed you in the hallway instead of your father, shooting you a smile. 

“Morning, y/n.” she greeted pausing to look at your stack of folders with a look of confusion.

“Uhh, good morning.” you croaked, praying that there wasn’t some defect in your ability that allowed her to see a portion of the one of the movies you were disguising. Thankfully, your facade held.

“Homework? Really? This early on a saturday?”

You gulped as you nodded.

“You know me,” you forced a smile. “I’m actually on my way to wake Peter up so we can review together.”

“Good for you,” she nodded, impressed. “Breakfast should be in a couple hours if you two want a break. Try not to get bored!”

“Thanks?” You shrugged before continuing off to where you knew Peter’s room was, conveniently all the way on the other side of the building from your own. Soon enough you were at Peter’s door, turning the knob and entering without knocking, quick to shut it behind you to prevent anyone else from seeing how eager you were to ‘study.’ Surrounded by the comfortable closed walls of privacy, you let your platonic friend disguise fall and set the stack of papers on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Your boyfriend was still tucked beneath the covers, as was expected. You two had made your marathon plans ages ago and after losing several rounds of rock paper scissors, Peter’s room was made the place of the marathon meaning it was your job to wake him up. Overall you thought it best as you were more natural at lying (literally as you were aided by shape shifting powers) and a little more strategic when it came to social interaction and plotting.

You neared the stirring boy, his sleep disrupted by the clatter of the discs and the movement of his bed as you sat down to kiss him.

“Peterrr…” you whispered, hovering above him with an unshakable grin etched upon your face. “Wake up.”

You awoke him by placing a soft kiss on his nose and smiling down on him as he furrowed his eyebrows in aversion. It wasn’t until his eyes fluttered open that he grinned as he saw you and craned his head up to kiss you properly, his lips soft against yours, slipping a hand up from under the covers to cup your cheek.

“Morning.” he greeted, smiling affectionately as he sat up against the wall behind his pillow, pulling you into his lap so that he could kiss you once more. That was until he took a look at what you had brought, books and paper for studying. He cringed, pulling you closer and kicking up his covers in disgust.

“Oo no. I refuse to study on a Saturday. Can’t we save that for the last minute like every other time we’re together?” his lips turned into a sly grin as they neared yours once more.

You laughed as his complaint sparked many memories, most of you both tangled up together out of what started as procrastination, but ended up in unbridled desire that poured out after being built up each time you were away from one another for too long.

“Nice try, Parker. And here I thought we’d have a nice time today. Don’t you remember our plans?”

As you gesture to the folders and notebook on the edge of his bed they instantly shrunk back to their original form. All of a sudden, instead of the obnoxious red notes and blue folders filled with paperwork were the four DVDs with their easily recognizable covers that screamed nostalgia. Peter’s face lit up instantly, a mix of excitement and relief as his morning amnesia faded away. But even still, his seductive grin returned as he slid you further up his lap.

“We can’t start just a teeny bit later?” he teased, his fingers sending chills down your spine as they glided up the sides of your thighs. One of the downsides of how long you two had been together was that Peter knew exactly how to bend you to his will. “I think I’d rather spend our first morning together a little differently.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but instead of meeting your lips in the middle, his mouth was met with your finger as you pulled away and sat next to him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before shuffling into his comforter. It was by luck that your Stark genes made you extraordinarily stubborn and resistant to his persistence.

“Maybe later. Right now I am seriously craving a Hogwarts escape,” you lightly pushed Peter towards the DVDs, hinting that he would have to be the one to pop it into the reader. You teased him as he left his bed, grinning wickedly. “Besides, Harry’s wand is way bigger than yours.”

Peter’s head whipped around as the previews started to roll on the flat screen TV behind him that could be found in every resident room on the campus.

“Hey,” he pouted, though there was still enough of a smile left that you were sure he knew you were only kidding. He settled beside you, tucking an arm behind your head so you could rest on him as you normally did when you shared a room. “It’s hard to compete with 11 inches.”

After skipping through each advertisement for movies that had come out over a decade ago and finally selecting the play option on the movie menu, Peter planted a soft kiss on your forehead as the movie finally began and the familiar notes of the main theme played from the speakers.

“I think you should wake me up like this every morning.” he mumbled into your skin.

“I think that would be nice.” you agreed and nuzzled closer into him.

You two spent the entire first movie just like that, two nerds wrapped up in each other so close that you could hear each other's heartbeats, but so involved in the film that you didn’t get distracted by the distant pulsing of them.

“I think I'd make a great chaser.” you confessed during Harry’s first quidditch game.

“No, I think you’ve got it all wrong,” Peter argued. “I’d make a great chaser. You’d definitely be a beater. I mean legally hitting people off of flying brooms in a competitive wizard sport? If that isn’t right up your alley, I don’t know what is.”

“You’re right.” you agreed right before Harry crash landed into the sand, the golden snitch popping out of his mouth.

It was after the first movie that you started feeling peckish and by the way Peter squirmed to change positions every few seconds, you could tell he was feeling the same. Two hours awake without any food was an abnormal event for you and as a result your stomach was growling loudly. As you had other needs to attend to, you excused yourself and offered to grab the two of you something from the kitchen to snack on during the rest of your marathon.

“I’ll get it babe, you can stay in bed.” Peter offered, sitting up with you as you stood from his bed.

“That’s alright,” you assured him, handing him the disc to the second movie and the sleek black remote that controlled the monitor. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom so I’ll grab it on my way back.”

Peter laid back, his hands coming behind his head on the pillow as he eyed you on your way to the door. You smiled at him in confusion, wondering why he was admiring you so when all you were doing was fetching food.

“What?” you questioned, sliding on a sweatshirt over your pajamas.

“Sometimes I can’t believe we’re together,” he admitted. “You’re way too good for me.”

You giggled at his honesty as you moved towards the door.

“Are you still trying to sleep with me?” you teased.

“No,” he admitted, shaking his head adamantly. “...but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to leave, chuckling to yourself.

“I’ll be back soon. You can save the sweet talk for then.”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture Peter’s smile as you shut the door behind you and meandered to the bathroom closest to the Avenger’s kitchen before starting towards the food.

As promised, the breakfast feast awaiting you smelled gloriously of hot buttered pancakes, sweet maple syrup, and so many other wonderful items. You prepared a lie to explain Peter’s absence as you entered the kitchen and grabbed a plate, when suddenly, the voice of your dad sounded from behind you.

“Ahh, y/n!” he startled you, causing you to drop your plate back on the stack of white porcelain where you had just barely plucked it from.

“Hi dad,” you forced a smile, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been looking for you. C’mon, it’s family meeting time.” he stated casually. You realized then that the dining hall was eerily empty for a Saturday morning. The weekly buffet was normally packed with superheroes or at least a starving Thor. You furrowed your brows in confusion, never before having heard of any such meeting as you followed after your father.

“Family meeting? What about breakfast?”

“It can wait. I’ve got something we need to discuss.” you dad explained as he opened the tempered glass door to one of the many meeting rooms at the campus which was normally reserved for more professional causes.

“Okay. I’ll get Peter.” 

“No time, come with me. Peter’s not invited to this one.” your father informed you as he grabbed your arm, pulling you with him inside of the meeting room where every chair was already filled by various heroes who also resided at the campus. You gave a small wave to those who cared to acknowledge your arrival and wandered to stand in a corner at the back of the room while your father took up the front. From what you could tell, everyone else was as confused as you were. You pulled out your phone just before it commenced, giving you enough time to shoot Peter a quick text explaining your prolonged absence.

 I might be awhile

That’s fine. Take your time.

You fought the urge to smile at your boyfriend’s message as you slipped your phone into your pocket and looked up to your father who was commanding everyone’s attention.

“Thank you for coming, everyone. Really, I appreciate it.”

You recognize a feminine scoff from the right of the table, Natasha shaking her head, a fearful gesture from your main combat trainer. It was a general rule around the Campus, along with don’t introduce Steve Rodgers to ASMR: don’t get Natasha Romanoff angry unless you want to be dead.

“Cut the bullshit Tony. We’re all too tired and hungry to be here for longer than necessary. Get to the point. Why are we here?”

Others voiced their agreement and Tony put his hands up.

“Fine. I prepared a nice little welcome speech for you all, but I guess I’ll skip to my main point. You’re welcome by the way.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“The reason I’ve gathered you here today is to discuss a serious matter concerning one of our youngest recruits who I’ve purposefully made sure is not in attendance - ” he stated as he pressed one of the buttons on the controller to the meeting room monitor, the picture popping up on the screen of a face that was all too familiar to you with tousled brown hair and chocolate eyes. “- Mr. Peter Parker.”

Your heart stopped as you heard your boyfriend's name roll off your fathers lips. From a lifetime of knowing him you were sure whatever he wanted to discuss couldn’t be good. You tried your best to not look so shocked and managed to keep a neutral expression as you mirrored Bucky who did not care for the conversation whatsoever. In fact, his expression resembles that of someone who was desperate to deck someone.

“Ah yes! The Man of Spiders!” Thor called out, quite possibly the only Avenger who seemed to be not in the least bit irritated.

“Yep, that’s the one. Here’s the thing,” Tony began as you braced yourself. “It has been two years since he graduated high school. That means he’s had two whole years of college life to get out there and make some new connections, to be a kid! But instead he comes home late every night and is always so exhausted. He’s working way too hard. So I propose that we help our little spiderling find someone he can lean on and turn to. Someone who can really help him slow down and start to be himself. It’s time we help Peter get a girlfriend.”

Your eyes shot open as his words hit you, you had to force your hands to stay down and try not to react too much. You looked around at the reactions of the others, searching for someone who may agree with you, but much to your disappointment, no one seemed as against it as you were. It seemed the topic of helping Peter made the annoyance of the meeting more tolerable and many Avengers were nodding their heads in agreement. Thor especially as he hollered in his seat in clear support.

“Yes! Wonderful idea! A lady spider! Tis like those Midgardean movies that are so popular around this time of year! What do you call them? Wrong-Cons?”

Everyone looked around in confusion.

“Thor is referring to the movie genre of romantic comedies or rom-coms.” Vision explained. With the confusion cleared others started agreeing more.

“Yes, the boy needs a break,” Wanda concurred. “And I love a good rom-com.”

“He works too hard.” nodded Nat.

Others started muttering to their neighbors how they also agreed as you shook your head in utter disbelief.

You pushed off from your place on the wall, quickly gathering the attention of the others as you joined your dad at the front.

“Are you guys crazy?” you laughed nervously. “Peter doesn’t need a girlfriend! Yes, he can be hard on himself sometimes and I agree he needs a break, but that doesn’t mean you should try and shove something in his life that he has never shown any liking towards.” you explain, trying your best to sound as unsuspecting as possible. 

Here in the crowd of adults, you were only Peter’s best friend and you wished to keep them in the dark for as long as possible, especially considering your father forbid you from growing a closer connection to Peter.

To your surprise, another Avenger stood to back your point as the Winter Soldier himself took on the crowd.

“She’s got a point, Tony.” Bucky agreed.

“Yes! Thank you!” you smiled, gesturing at Bucky a little too excitedly.

“We shouldn’t force the boy into something if there’s no confirmation of his own interest,” the Winter Soldier restated, earning a nod of encouragement from you. “There’s probably a reason he hasn’t gotten a girlfriend and I think we should leave him to discover himself if you know what I mean.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” at once you started refuting his claim. “Peter’s not gay, he’s just not interested in dating.”

“So he’s asexual? Is that what it’s called nowadays?” Steve asked, his tiny notebook of modern definitions at the ready as he pulled a pen from the pocket of his flannel pajama bottoms. He too had only just woken up.

“No. I mean yes that is a real and valid sexual identity and some people don’t have a desire to be with someone romantically, but that’s not Peter. He’s interested, just not right now.”

“How can we trust that the Tiny Stark knows what she says of the Man of Spiders?” Thor quirked a brow at your claims. You nearly blew up at him as he asked, glaring at the rest of the room on the edge of insanity from the thought of them shipping off your boyfriend to be with another.

“I’m his best friend, okay?! And I know him better than any of you so I know for a fact that he doesn’t need a girlfriend right now!”

Your father grasped your shoulder gently, a weak attempt at calming you down.

“That was exactly my next point. You’re his best friend and you’re right. You know him way better than any of us.” your father agreed. You gave him a thankful smile, glad to finally have him on your side.

“Thanks, dad-”

“That’s exactly why you’ll be out intel and our connection to Peter in ‘Operation Pair Parker.’ That way he won’t suspect anything.” he interrupted with a proud expression.

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“You already named it!? You’re kidding right? You have to be kidding. You all know this is just unbelievably crazy right?” you asked the crowd.

“I don’t see a reason why not. It’ll be good for the kid to have someone.” Natasha disagreed and by the disapproving looks from the others, you could tell her opinion was shared by the majority.

“Exactly. See everyone gets it and we need you to carry it all out,” your father continued. “I already have a few people in mind that I can pair him with. The only reason to not to would be if you know something we don’t. Peter isn’t seeing anyone, right y/n?” your father eyed you, suspicious of your relentless attitude towards his thought out plan. You knew you couldn’t own up to it, the risk of discovery was much too great, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything you could do to shut down Operation Pair Parker.

“Well, I didn’t want to expose Peter since he’s only just barely told me-” you began, hardly believing the words were leaving your lips. “-but he has been seeing someone and I think it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Oh really? And who is this girl?” your father interrogated.

“Or boy.” Bucky added.

“It’s a girl,” you clarified, hurrying to think of exactly you could pin Peter’s secret relationship on without creating too much damage. “Her name is um, MJ!” you exclaimed as the name came to you. It was perfect too as she was one of your best friends and someone Peter could’ve easily hypothetically gotten with ages ago.

“You mean the overwhelmingly unenthusiastic girl that Peter has only ever talked about once?” You could tell by his raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes that Tony didn’t believe you, but there was still time to convince him. And you would do anything to end this scheme.

“Yep,” you gritted your teeth, letting out a fake laugh that you hoped sounded convincing enough. “That’s the one, good old MJ. You know what they say, opposites attract.”

Tony wasn’t fazed as the intensity of his suspecting expression lingered on.

“You sure he isn’t seeing someone he’s closer to? You’re not dating him right?” he questioned, reminding you of the age old rule. Under no circumstance were you and Peter allowed to see each other. No matter how many battles you had fought together nor how many times he had protected you from harm. Not even if the world was on the brink of collapse. Never.

“Yeah, you’re acting pretty suspicious.” Sam chimed in.

“Is something up, y/n?” wondered Nat.

You burst into nervous laughter as you thought of a plausible excuse and your web of lies deepened.

“Oh, you guys are too good. You’ve got me! I have been seeing someone.”

“I knew it! Lady Stark is with the Man of Spiders!” Thor pointed accusingly towards you.

“You did not know that.” argued Wanda as Thor had been the least suspecting of all the Avengers up until your false confession. It didn’t help that he was also the most gullible.

“No! No, no, not Peter,” you scoffed, choking out a laugh. “His name is um… Flash!”

Your face burned red as you realized who’s name had just slipped out of your mouth. Oh why hadn’t you said Ned? At least you actually enjoyed spending time with Ned. But as your father’s face shifted and your lie began to work, you knew it was too late to go back now.

“Flash? You mean that boy who’s been mean to you and Peter since you were kids?” your father knew exactly who he was through years of his name popping up in counseling sessions Tonty provided to help you figure out how to defend yourself in public without using your  powers.

“Yeah. He’s actually really nice once you get to know him and we’ve been together for a little while now.” you tried, changing your voice to match the same doting pitch it took on whenever you talked about Peter.

“Huh,” Tony pondered, but eventually shrugged the confession off as your lies snapped into place. He turned off Peter’s image on the monitor, leaving a blank black square in its place. “Well, in that case, the operation is off.”

“Alright, I guess that means I can go…” you smiled, ready to sneak off to finally grab some breakfast and more hidden moments with your real boyfriend.

“And date night is on!” Tony cheered unexpectedly.

Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped in realization of what you had just done. You and Peter were really in trouble now and it was all because you couldn’t admit the truth.

“Date night?” you repeated uneasily.

“To celebrate my children finding love, I want you both to invite your sweethearts over and we’ll have a big dinner so we can get to know them. Let Peter know he has to invite MJ.” specified your father which could only mean he expected you to invite Flash.

Oh shit. There was no getting out of it now.

“What a splendid idea.” deadpanned Vision who you could’ve sworn knew the truth about you and Peter as his room was next door. You almost glared at the android, but caught yourself.

“Yep, sure thing,” you grimaced, knowing that your lies would soon catch up to you. “And when is this whole thing supposed to be?” you asked, hoping it would be after the break so you and Peter could retreat to your separate schools instead of owning up. By then, you’d probably be able to come up with two break up stories so heart wrenching that the Avengers would understand why you would never want to date again.

“Let’s do tomorrow if we can. The sooner the better.” Tony proclaimed, pulling out his device from his pocket so that he could put the dinner into the following day’s agenda, scheduling it as a mandatory event.

You felt like you were gonna pass out.

“Great! I’ll just go tell Peter then. We’ll be ready!” you fake laughed as you walked off, truly dying inside as the crushing weight of what you had just done hit you.

Once you were out of sight of the Avengers (all of which started voting on what theme your dinner would be), you completely spaced picking up something to eat and sprinted down the hallway to Peter’s room. You stumbled in when you arrived, closing the door behind you and leaning on it, gasping for air from the rush.

“Hey baby,” Peter welcomed you back from his bed, lifting the remote to turn down the TV volume by a couple notches. “I hope you don’t mind, I started the second one, but we can totally rewind if you want…”

Confused by your lack of a reply, Peter looked at you and immediately sat up in bed, ignoring the film with a worry riddled face. The remote fell from his grasp and into the twisted sheets of his bed, never to be found again.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head as you caught your breath, sliding down the door until you collapsed on the floor.

“No, Peter. Something terrible just happened and it’s all my fault.” you cried and curled to tuck your head into your lap. You weren’t quite to the point of tears, but it was enough distress to alert your boyfriend.

Peter sprung off his bed with a start, swinging his legs to the edge so that he could fully face you, but he was apprehensive about approaching your sullen form.

“Is it your period? Is that why you took so long? I knew I should have come to check on you…”

“No, I’m not on my period and I didn’t spend all that time in the bathroom. This is so much worse than that.” you lifted your head to speak so the words didn’t come out jumbled, but as soon as you had finished, your face returned to your lap.

Peter stood and neared you slowly, placing his hands on your forearms and squeezing you comfortingly as you lifted your head.

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” he assured you. “What is it?”

You inhaled deeply before rushing out a summary of the events that had taken place only moments before.

“Long story short, my dad was trying to hook you up with someone because he thinks you're so sad and lonely lately so I tried to get him off your back and now he thinks that you’re dating MJ and I’m dating Flash and we have to invite them to a big dinner with all the Avengers tomorrow.” you sputtered in one breath, gasping by the end.

“WHAT?!” 

“I KNOW!”

“How are we supposed to do that? I mean maybe MJ would agree if she were even in town… maybe, but we can’t invite Flash here!”

“I know!”

“Why didn’t you say Ned?!”

“I don’t know! That’s not the point, Peter. What I’m saying is that we need to come up with something fast.”

“I think we should just tell him.” Peter confessed, not one to share your disregard for the truth. Instead, he imagined a future where he could be more open with his teammates about the love you shared, maybe even rub it into Sam and Bucky’s faces as the three held a long standing rivalry since an opposing battle at a German airport. “Better fess up now.”

“NO! Peter, my dad will KILL US if he finds out we’re together!” you shut down his suggestion, too afraid of the consequences to even contemplate telling the truth. “We’ve got to come up with something better, I can’t let him win this.”

“Ugh, you Starks and your stubbornness.” Peter groaned. While he was well informed of your father’s rule, he didn’t understand why the two of you were so competitive, especially when it came to ethicality.

“I just wished there was a way we could pull it off without inviting either of them.” you pouted, staring off into the distance when the scene playing on the screen caught your eye.

The meeting had lasted so long that while you were gone, Peter had managed to watch up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s secret potion escapades in the abandoned girls’ bathroom.

“Add the hairs.” directed Hermione as the golden trio sprinkled the strands into their separate goblets of green sludge, so young in only the second film in the saga.

“You're right,” Peter sighed, his attention turning to the movie at the same time as you. “Things would be so much easier if we were wizards and could make Polyjuice Potion.”

Suddenly an idea popped into your head.

“Peter! That’s it! You’re a genius.” you exclaimed, pulling away from his hold and running across the room to his closet, flipping excitedly through his collection of colored flannels.

“Thanks,” Peter blushed, moving to sit on his bed once more. “Why exactly am I a genius this time?”

Your smile widened as you came upon it, Peter’s darkest flannel that distantly resembled something your dear friend MJ would wear. You pulled it on and discarded the hanger, throwing it haphazardly to another corner of the room as you looked at your boyfriend. You beamed at him as if you had just won the lottery. For a skilled liar, stringing together a new fake story was almost as accomplishing.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked.

“Of course,” Peter obliged. “You know how I feel about you wearing my clothes. Can I just ask why this in particular?”

“We can’t ask MJ or Flash to attend themselves so we’ll just have to become them instead!”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, picturing MJ in your mind and spreading your arms out from your body as the familiar tingling sensation started and your body began to change from the will of your shape shifting powers. Before long, you began to resemble the quiet girl from your school. Your hair grew longer and curled into her familiar pattern as your jawline sharpened and your limbs lengthened until the girl standing in front of Peter was no longer his girlfriend, but the one and only Michelle Jones.

You opened your eyes that now resembled her dark brown ones and smiled at him, something MJ would never do. Peter’s own face lit up as he realized what you meant.

“That’s even better than Polyjuice Potion!” he grinned, watching you nod as you looked yourself top to bottom, satisfied with the extent of your abilities.

“I think we can make this work.” you stated, moving towards Peter who was gazing at you with admiration.

“You just need to master her facial expressions. MJ would never smile that much.”

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as you let your smile fade away to capture MJ’s unwavering neutrality.

“That’s perfect.” Peter complimented once you had mastered it. You chuckled out of pride as your usual smile carved back onto your face along with an affectionate look as you glanced at Peter. You leaned into him, lips at the ready to peck his perfect pretty face until you were stopped by his outstretched hands.

“What?” you questioned, unused to being denied by your boyfriend.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now, you still look like one of our best friends.” Peter explained with reddened cheeks.

“Oh right.”

Quickly, you shook off your disguised form and shifted back into yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed Peter and allowed him to pull you in closer by your waist, his hand sneaking up to meet the skin under his flannel. It seemed at last he would get to have his own rendition of a perfect first morning with you.

After a few moments, he lifted away from your lips with a heavy breath to ask, “Does this mean I have to be Flash?”

You sent him a guilty smile.

“Sorry babe, but we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do.”

part two out now!

[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I'm finally back!!!

This is a Tom Holland fluff alphabet, because why not???

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

Tom Holland,

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves your personality. Everything about you make him smile and he will immediately tell if something is wrong.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yessss! He would love to, but only if you want to. He will wait as long as he needs too.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He almost always big spoons you, unless his has had a bad day or is feeling sad.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

They are always very cute and fun. They are normally very spontaneous, he will only ask you weeks in advance if it's your birthday or something like that. He will always make sure you want to do what you are doing and often knows how to base dates of your mood.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are my life.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You met through filming for marvel and became best friends. He realized it somewhere along the way. You were always has a crush on him but was to scared to ask.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This man is the king of gentleness! Always makes sure his is not hurting you and you have everything you want.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

As said before, you became best friends I instantly. He loved you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Although he tries not to show it, he does get jealous, but calms down a bit if you reassure him, you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

First kiss was very sweet. You were both just hanging out and talking, when you noticed him staring. "What?", you asked. "Nothing. I just really want to do something.", he replied. You had no idea what he was going to do, so you said,"Do it." And so he kissed you, although it took you by surprise, you kissed back just before he was going to pull away.

As for how, he loved to put his hands on your waist. You would normally put them on his neck.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He said it while he was away. He had sent you a voice message and accidently said it at the end. He didn't regret it though.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably when you met his family, because you got along so well. (You got yourself 4 new best friends (Harrison, Harry, Sam and Paddy))

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He will spoil you loads, but often with surprises. Like one day, you would get a letter in the post and it would have a plane ticket in it. Once you were in LA, he would take you anywhere you want to go. He also took you to the set of the movie he was filming. He would buy presents for occasions, like birthday, anniversary or national girlfriend day. (Sometimes if he wanted to give you a gift anyway, he would just Google what day it is, than give you one for "World Lemur Day" (28. Oct).

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I feel like he would like green??

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling

(My) Love

Sweetheart (only if you are behaving the exact opposite)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He is a big family person. He loves it when you get along with them. I mean you always do, but he is still very happy and proud.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Netflix and chill. Like loads of cuddles. Just in bed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He knows what you want in different situations and will make sure that you have it. Also cuddles always help!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Different things. From your work to his work, to what's on the TV and what shall we do tomorrow. You guys never run out of things to say.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He just loves it if he gets to lay down on you, you play with his hair and you talk to him. He will almost always fall asleep.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He doesn't really show off. Sometimes he will do a little PDA in Public to show someone you are his, but other than that nothing.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes after a lovely date on your anniversary. He made sure to ask your parents first, but they love him so of course they said yes. You were at the beach and he pointed out some birds to you. When you turned around he was down on one knee.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Before he did, he would often think about it and hope that you said yes

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Not at the moment as he has Tessa, but in the future a dog as well!

Hope you all like it! I'm hoping to post Stole my heart Part 3 on Monday or Tuesday and until thenI will try and post other fanfics.

See you all tomorrow 💕🩷💞

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@felicitylemon @kandis-mom

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Embarrassment, teasing, suggestive content, swearing, fluff, chaos, Tom being dramatic, public humiliation, Instagram live, playful banter, secondhand embarrassment.

Summary → During an Instagram live, Tom embarrasses himself by getting too handsy, not realizing it’s live.

You weren’t even planning on going live, but boredom struck, and here you were—sitting in front of your vanity, phone propped up, chatting with thousands of people while doing your skincare routine.

“Okay, so this is the toner I’ve been obsessed with lately,” you said, holding up a pretty glass bottle. “It’s so hydrating, and my skin has been drinking it up like—” You paused as you tapped the product into your face, glancing at the flood of comments.

“Queen is blessing us with a random live? We won today.”

“Not me ignoring my assignments for this.”

“The skincare routine, finally!”

You giggled. “I love how invested you guys are in my skincare. Should I do this more often?”

The chat exploded with “YES!!” and variations of “Absolutely,” making you laugh as you moved on to serum.

You were mid-way through explaining how this particular product made your skin look “glowy but not greasy” when the bedroom door creaked open. Tom walked in, fresh out of a shower, towel slung around his neck, wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, looking all soft and cuddly. His curls were damp and tousled in that unfairly attractive way.

A soft smile formed on your lips as you caught his reflection in the vanity mirror. “Hey, love.”

Tom came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. “Hey, darling,” he murmured, voice raspy from sleep.

You saw the chat go wild.

“OMGGGG TOMMMM”

“PLS HE’S SO CLINGY”

“This man is in love, your honor.”

Completely unaware of the audience watching, Tom pressed another kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, moving closer to your neck. “Missed you,” he murmured.

You snorted. “Tom, you were literally in the other room.”

“I know, but I still missed you,” he whined dramatically, swaying you side to side.

The chat was eating it up.

“Tom is the clingiest bf ever confirmed.”

“He’s such a golden retriever lmao.”

Tom finally glanced up at your phone. “Are you recording a video?” He asked, tilting his head.

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Tom’s hand slid up and—without hesitation—he gave your boob a playful squeeze.

S Q U E E Z E.

At the same time, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Fuck, you look so hot in this top.”

You let out the most unholy yelp known to mankind.

“Thomas!”

“What?” He grinned.

“I’m LIVE ON INSTAGRAM!”

The color drained from Tom’s face so fast you swore you could see it happening.

His eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights, and then—without a word—he bolted. Full on, Olympic sprinter, ran out of the camera frame.

The chat absolutely lost it.

“OH MY GOD DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!”

“TOM. THOMAS. THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND. YOU DID NOT.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE LMFAOOOO”

“Poor Y/n is TRAUMATIZED.”

“NOT ON THE LORD’S INTERNET.”

Your jaw was still on the floor as you turned to the camera, completely flustered. “I—” You put your hands over your face, groaning. “That did not just happen.”

Tom was yelling from somewhere off-camera. “WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME FIRST?!”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’RE GONNA DO THAT!!”

Your phone kept buzzing with comments, and then the real chaos began.

Harry: “I was so invested in the skincare routine. You had to ruin it, you idiot!”

Sam: “We did NOT need to see that, Tom 😐”

Paddy: “Does someone have holy water?”

Harrison: “Keep the freakiness for the bedroom, mate.”

Tuweine: “Did NOT expected that, T.”

Zendaya: “There are CHILDREN present HERE!”

Nikki: “Thomas Stanley Holland, you better behave!”

Your jaw dropped at that last comment. “Oh my god—your mum is in the chat.”

You heard a muffled scream from the hallway. “NOOOOO.”

Laughter bubbled out of you as the chat continued to go crazy.

“Y/n, go check if Tom is still breathing.”

“The way he ran out, I’m crying.”

“Nikki Holland coming in with the FINAL BLOW.”

Still reeling from what had just happened, you barely registered the nonstop buzz of notifications. The comments were relentless.

“Y/n, drag him back on camera. We need a public apology.”

“TOM GET BACK HERE.”

“He’s literally in his ‘cringe I wanna disappear’ era.”

You snorted, calling out over your shoulder, “Tom, they want a statement from you, Mr. Holland.”

From the hallway, you heard a muffled groan. “Tell them I’m dead.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned the phone slightly toward the open door. “Guys, he’s being dramatic.”

There was another flood of messages.

“Drag his ass back.”

“We demand accountability.”

“Not him hiding like a guilty puppy.”

Taking pity on your boyfriend, you got up and walked out of frame, finding Tom leaning against the wall, face buried in his hands.

You poked his arm. “Tommy?”

“I can never show my face on the internet again,” he mumbled.

You giggled. “Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad.”

Tom peeked at you through his fingers. “Babe, I grabbed your boob. On live. While thousands of people were watching.”

You bit your lip to stop from laughing. “Yeah… yeah, you did.”

Tom groaned, dropping to the floor. “This is worse than that time I accidentally liked a thirst tweet about myself.”

“Oh, way worse.” You grinned, leaning against the wall next to him. “But at least you’ve given the internet something to talk about for the next decade.”

He whined, tugging at your hoodie, burying his face into your stomach. “I hate it here.”

You ran your fingers through his curls soothingly. “You’re fine, baby. I think they loved it. But you still owe an apology.”

“Tell them I’m deceased,” he mumbled dramatically, voice muffled against your hoodie.

You rolled your eyes before gripping his shoulders. “Nope. Get up, babe. You’re not getting out of this one.”

He whined. Whined. Like a toddler being told to share his toys. “Y/n, please.”

But you had no mercy. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him up onto his feet.

“Nooo—don’t make me go back there,” he whined as you dragged him toward the vanity, his feet literally dragging against the floor.

The chat absolutely lost it.

“NOT HER DRAGGING HIM LIKE A CHILD 😭”

“This is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Tom, buddy, you did this to yourself.”

With one final tug, you plopped him back in front of the phone. Tom dramatically flopped onto the chair, throwing his head back like he was in physical pain.

Then, with the biggest sigh in the world, he stared at the camera, and said in the most deadpan voice: “I would like to formally apologize for what just happened. I am a disgrace. A fool. An absolute idiot. Please respect my privacy during this difficult time.”

You burst out laughing, and the chat exploded.

“HIS FACE LMAOOO”

“We forgive you, but only because this was HILARIOUS.”

“You’re a menace, Tom.”

“HIS FACE I’M WHEEZING”

“THE DRAMATICS.”

“You are NOT escaping this, Thomas Stanley.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away a tear of laughter. “Oh my god, you are so dramatic.”

Tom glanced at the chat, saw Nikki’s comment again, and groaned. “I am so getting a call from Mum later.”

You patted his cheek. “That’s a future Tom problem.”

He pouted. “Can I at least get a kiss to make me feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

The chat went crazy.

“HE’S SO ADORABLE 😭”

“Not him sneaking a kiss mid-apology.”

“The way they’re so in love I’m sick.”

Tom smiled against your lips. “See? They forgive me.”

You shook your head, turning back to the camera. “Okay, I think that’s enough chaos for one night. Love you guys, but I’m ending this before Tom does something else embarrassing.”

“Hey—”

You ignored him and waved. “Bye, everyone!”

As soon as the screen went dark, you turned to Tom with a smirk. “So… still feeling like an idiot?”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around you again. “Yes. But at least now I have you to comfort me.”

You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it.”

Yeah. Yeah, you really did.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

[midniqhtt]

miscellaneous marvel characters

masterlist • marvel • 06/19/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

tony

𑣲 sky rockets and robots I @amethystarachnid

Y/N's ex left her when she got pregnant, Tony is a softie here

steve/ loki series

𑣲 remember pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt9.5 I @bonky-n-steeb

Bored after staying on Asgard your entire life, you decide to sneak on earth. But what happens when Steve falls irrevocably in love with you, the Queen of Asgard, wife of Loki

sam wilson

𑣲 the futures overdue I @aquaticmercy

A year after breaking up with Sam Wilson, he shows up at your doorstep.

peter quill

𑣲 homesick I @rose-gold-bullet

You're sent on a mission to another planet and catch the attention of your ally.

𑣲 say yes (please?) I @mcondance

stephen strange

𑣲 we can’t be friends I @brunchable

Your relationship with Stephen Strange has been strained to the breaking point by his constant absences and mystical duties. Despite Stephen's attempts to mend your fractured bond, you decide to seek a more permanent solution.

𑣲 no other way I @/brunchable

stucky

𑣲 double trouble I @lostalioth

steve and bucky would follow you to the ends of the earth. one call of their names and they’re at your service. they’re obsessed, only problem is you aren’t theirs, not yet anyways.

𑣲 i met them and now im their queen I @mercurial-chuckles

𑣲 accidents happen I @myfictionaldreams

You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

𑣲 between the pages of a journal I @crazyunsexycool

You had been in a relationship with Steve and Bucky up until the time they went off to war only to lose them both. Years later when Steve and Bucky have reunited the receive the letters and journals you had written. Through them they learn about your life without them.

𑣲 a soul for a soul I @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

reader dies when collecting the soul stone with steve, and bucky finds out in the final battle against thanos

𑣲 we lost I @/jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Reader Was In Space With Tony When Thanos Snapped And Is Later Reunited With Bucky And Steve

joaquín torres

𑣲 his secret I @writingdumpster

Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

𑣲 vuelve a mí pt2 I @nathanbatemanfucker

you and joaquin confront the cause of the end of your relationship.

thunderbolts* (multi)

𑣲 cumming in their pants I @lovebugism

𑣲 fake dating I @/lovebugism

𑣲 interrupted/getting caught I @/lovebugism

𑣲 nothing’s gonna stop us I @starktonyx

An attempt at homemade cookies, ridiculous requests to Valentina and a karaoke night will have you finding out you have a hidden singer in your team.

𑣲 seeing you in lingerie I @webslinger-holland

𑣲 the thunderbolts watch you get ready for a date that's not with them I @/webslinger-holland

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 16

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: sixteen

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

felt lotte 😔

neev you went to a wsl match and to an arse-nal one of all ?! i thought you were a chelsea supporter y/n 😔 how could you do this to me bae

kyra who the hell would be sane enough to support chelshit?

elton PLS

willybum CHELSHIT HAHAHA

neev are we seeing this rn sam @ samtheskippa the disrespect

sam the skippa kyra lillee cooney-cross

kyra erm mum, save me @ stephy

stephy i ain't getting involved in this

kyra 😔

meado oh my lord

tom holland's twin i have a concussion y/n ✌️ twinning

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ want me to come over and we can watch movies i'll bring ice-cream

tom holland's twin pls do 🙏

stairway why is lotte getting special treatment? i sprained my ankle the other day

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sucks to be you

elton are you seriously still mad at us for accidentally giving you a concussion

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev i'll make it up to you with nandos i'll pay 🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ okay

willybum that's all it took for you to forgive her? nandos?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ hey, nandos is fire 🔥 only ppl with taste can understand

mccard real

kyra real

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and i can never stay mad at you guys for long

the REAL karate kid yayyy

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but tillies are still my number one

willybum NOOO

kyra YESSS as you should 💪

the REAL karate kid okay but you support arsenal yeah? 🥺🙏

neev NAHH chelsea 🤍💙🥺🙏

brightness chelsea 🤍💙

flaming hot chelsea 🤍💙

sam the skippa aye up the blues 🤍💙

elton NAHH yanited 🔛🔝

earpsy yesss ❤️🖤

zelem ❤️🖤

turner ❤️🖤

hempo it's actually mancity thank you very much

lani ayeee

esme yess

chloe that's right

kyra nah y'all are absolutely delulu it's fairly obvious y/n should support ausenal we're superior 💪

wilybum you mean arsenal 🤨 ❤️🤍

kyra yeah that of course 😁 ❤️🤍

the REAL karate kid ❤️🤍

meado ❤️🤍

tom holland's twin ❤️🤍

mccard ❤️🤍

ford ❤️🤍

stephy ❤️🤍

stairway NAH WHAT THE FLIIP WE HAVE MOST OF THE ARSENAL TEAM HERE THIS IS UNFAIR

neev YEAH UNFAIR FR

cha cha i was gonna suggest spurs ....

willybum OH HELL NAH

the REAL karate kid NO

elton ABSOLUTY NOT

cha cha okay okay geez

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i think i should remain unspoken about this topic before things get more out of hand ....

neev NAH this is an important life decision y/n

rusty metal wait y/n barca will welcome you with open arms

willybum THEY AREN'T A WSL TEAM LUCY

rusty metal i thought it was just clubs in general 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ barca is lookin very convicing ngl and i most def support ausenal (and lotte) 🇦🇺✊

mccard technically i'm an honorary aussie so do i count in ausenal 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ of course

neev i thought we had a connection y/n 😔

willybum why not lionessenal 😔

meado that is a terrible name

the REAL karate kid fr

willybum sue me for tryin why don't you think of something better then

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahh doesn't hit the same as ausenal

willybum i liked it better when you didnt know who we were and supported me 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that isn't very cash money of you willybum

ona you should come to barcelona y/n!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ anything for you ona 🙏

stairway nahhh come support bayern in germany 💪

kie barca is superior actually

rusty metal that's right!

willybum they're overrated

kie you did not

ona added la reina

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MOTHER ALEXIA EKBHFlkuweqBFQLUEB NO WAY OMG IVE PASSED AWAY

neev HELP the alexia putellas being added to this gc was NOT on my bingo card this year 😭

ona alexia, leah williamson just said barca is overrated

willybum deleted a chat

willybum i don't know what she's talking about alexia you're amazing

la reina thank you? your nickname is ... creative

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ alexia will you adopt me?

la reina what?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what? erm you are insanely peng oml

ona i thought i was peng 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ YOU ARE

ona then you need another compliment for her

kyra alexia is very mother actually

cha cha she is fr

neev seconded

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but steph is mother for me 🙏 alexia is literally la reina, my queen 😩

stephy what in the world are you guys talking about 😭

rusty metal wait what am i then?

neev grandma duh

rusty metal i shouldn't have asked 😭

ona grandma lucy hahaha

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona i'm packing my bags rn coming to barca right away for you

ona i shall be waiting

willybum i can't believe we're being forgotten about 😔

kyra no one cares lord farquaad

willybum you pest 😒

willybum changed kyra's name to pest

pest wow

willybum suits you very well

pest that's not gonna stop me from pestering you, willybum you do realise that

willybum steph control your child

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but i never did anything 😔

willybum NOT YOU ALSO SINCE WHEN HUH? 😭

stephy do you have a problem with my children, williamson?

willybum erm no

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ mother, kyra is hogging your favourite son from your favourite daughter

stephy kyra give calvin back to y/n

pest wow i'm the neglected middle child i guess 😒

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ L

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

not me finally posting another crappy chapter 🤭

next part here

[usoppshoneydew]

"Specs" Mcu! Peter Parker x reader👓👓👓

S: Peter sees you in glasses for the first time.

Pairing: Tom Holland! Spider-man x F! Black Reader

Tw: None, it's fuffly

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: Reader doesn't normally wear glasses;This is proofread but there may still be mistakes👓👓

Peter steps out of the tower elevator and immediately sighs with relief when the cool, expensive ac air washes over him. Sure, the entire tower has expensive air conditioning too, but there's just something about the top floor. Peter doesn't see anyone around, usually meaning that everyone's out, and goes to wash his hands in the kitchen. If no one's here, he'll probably just go back to his apartment. He hated being in the tower alone.

“Hey Friday, do you know if anyone's home today? I have something I've gotta give to-!” Peter asks into the air as he dries his hands off, before stopping and turning his head right as someone walks out of the pantry. Thor walks out, sidestepping to fit his broad shoulders through the door, with a box of pop tarts in his hand. He looks up from the box and belatedly notices the brunette in front of him.

“Ah, young Parker! Back from your daily studies I see.” The God of thunder greets Peter with a smile and a nod, an open poptart packet already in hand. Peter discreetly places a hand over his heart, acting as if he hadn't gotten startled, before responding to him.

“ Hey Thor, I was just asking Friday who's at the tower today.” Peter continues while lingering near the counter, still waiting for a specific answer.

“He wants to know if Y/n is home.” The AI casually exposes him, and Peter clears his throat loudly, feeling his face start to burn. Thor sends him a knowing smile that just makes Peter blush harder, before squinting in thought.

“I'm pretty sure she's in her quarters. Mentioned something about constructing music into a list?” He answers with a shrug. Peter just nods, heart jumping at the thought of seeing you today. You'd been gone on a mission in Wakanda, accompanying Sam, Steve, and Bucky, and Peter wasn't told when you'd be back. So he might have asked Friday a few dozen times if you were home, once your mission breached two weeks in length.

“Oh ok. My aunt was wondering if she was back yet, so I thought I'd check, is all.” Peter shrugs it off, and the silence that follows is telling, both Thor ,and Friday if she could giving him a deadpan look. Peter takes this as a chance to dip towards the hallway, leaving behind a conversation about another grocery order for more poptarts. The new college student walks through the expansive hallway, swinging a large ,paper bag in his hand. He hadn't been lying about his aunt. May really did ask about you this morning when they both were slapping together something that resembles breakfast( Bananas and a granola bar for Peter, bare toast for May). That didn't change that he's been looking forward to your arrival like a lovesick puppy all week. It's like when your crush is out sick at school, so you have nothing to look forward to throughout the day. Peter looks up and notices sunlight shining from your room, meaning your door was open.

“Knock knock.” Peter calls out while physically tapping his knuckles against your door frame. Peter peeks inside, hoping you're not randomly changing with the door open, and sees you sitting at your desk. You've obviously got earbuds in, if the way you're humming and bobbing your head is anything to go by. You're busy nodding your head to your music when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. You flinch hard before whipping your head towards the source.

“Oh, Peter.” You sigh once you see it's him, the frown on your face instantly softening. There's nobody in the tower you'd be particularly upset to turn around to, perhaps just irritated with them for startling you, but Peter wasn't one of those people. You must've startled him too because the brunette’s eyes are wide and focused on you. You give him a second more to stare at you before blinking and tugging at his shirt.

“Um- Peter?” You say tentatively, wondering why he was standing here staring at you like you had a third eye. Peter is looking at you because the eyes you do have are covered by lenses. You've got glasses framing your face, a sight he's sure he's never seen before. A helmet, sure, goggles, maybe, but never glasses.

“Are those prescription?” he asks dumbly, gesturing towards you and you blink before finally computing what he's talking about.

“Oh these? Nah, they're just computer glasses. They block the blue light.” You explain before taking them off for a second and turning them for the brunette. Peter feels his cheeks start to flush and for the life of him can't explain why. They were just glasses. All the highschool movies he watched as a kid always said that people look better once they take their glasses off. Those movie directors have obviously never met you though. It's like when you put on earrings or style your hair a different way after a few weeks. They make you look cuter than you already do, and that doesn't really help Peter's already abundant affection for you.

“So what's up? I haven't seen you in a while!” You move on with a sweet grin, knocking Peter out of one daze and into another. Fortunately he's used to this one. Peter accepts the quick hug you offer before sitting at the edge of your bed, a spot he knows he's allowed to with outside clothes on.

“Nothing much, I was just here to drop off some clothes May wanted to give you.” He answers you , trying to keep from looking at you too long, before gesturing to the bag he'd placed next to your bed when you walked in. Your eyes widen with intrigue while you reach for the bag. You've been close with Peter's aunt for a while now, hitting it off with her the first time you'd stopped by Peter's Apartment with him. You complimented her outfit the last time you saw her, and since then she's been sending you things she thinks you could fit from her closet.

“Ooh! Can you tell her I said thank you? I don't have her number.” You ask him cheerfully while pulling out a cute, cropped sweater. You're messing with the collar, and Peter can't help but smile softly, his shoulders finally relaxing. Whenever you went on long missions, his waiting for your return date was one part simping, yeah, but the rest of it was hoping you'd come back safe. So, seeing you back at home, smiling and unharmed, eased a tension in his chest, making him breathe easier. Peter startles when you suddenly glance up from the bag and look at him, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose a bit. He quickly sits up and glances at your computer.

“So uh- what were you up to? Thor said something about lists.” He clears his throat and asks you, feeling his face start to flush. Fortunately you look up and over at your monitor, giving him a chance to try and cool off. While Peter is busy taking off his hoodie, you stand up and walk over to your pc.

“Oh that? I'm just putting together a new playlist for when I ride the subway. Here, come look.” You invite him over and glance back at him, only to see his shirt riding up, revealing a bit of his skin. You quickly turn away with a hand over your mouth, feeling that invisible burn start up anytime you get an eyeful of Peter's physique. The webhead is just yanking himself free of his hoodie, when you sit down so you can unplug your earphones, grateful he can't see the heat burning behind your ears.

“Really? I need to update my playlist too.” Peter finally notes as he walks over, before resting a hand on your chair and leaning over your shoulder. You don't mention it, but you can smell the cologne Tony bought him for his birthday. Blinking a few times to get yourself together, you click the mouse to skip the ad playing on your screen.

“I'm thinking of adding some songs from when we were younger. Some 2000s songs.” You say to distract yourself. Peter hums and leans a bit closer, startling you.

“You should try out these artists then.” He says before replacing your hand on your mouse and searching up something. All this causes him to lean further into your space, his face next to yours and his body cradling you a bit. Someone would think you've never been around a guy before with the way your heart acts up around Peter Parker. You're shaken out of your thoughts when you notice that he's calling your name. You turn to face him but pause when you notice just how close his face is to yours. Peter must've been startled by the proximity too because he falls silent.

“Sorry, what'd you say?” You ask softly, not unaware of how your lips are only inches away from his. You wonder if Peter could hear your heartbeat too, with his enhanced hearing and all. He must hear something because his throat bobs.

“I was just uh- gonna say that-.” He stutters, and Peter just knows his face is on fire, especially when you glance down at his lips. You notice his eyes scan your face one more time, locking in on something.

“You look really good in glasses.” He sighs breathlessly, feeling his eyes drift closed as the two of you move closer. Your lips just manage to brush before a booming voice almost makes you both jump out of your skin.

“Ah young love!” Thor beams from your door while you and Peter jump away from each other. Peter is busy clearing his throat loudly and you're straightening your clothes even though nothing happened. Thor just sighs fondly and leans against your door frame with crossed arms.

“Yes, I remember my first love vividly. Quite the item we were, so much so that the people said we'd-.” He recalls wistfully until Peter cuts him off.

“Sir, is there something you need?” He asks while you decide to keep your door closed from now on. Thor snaps as he recalls why he even started watching you two's moment.

“Stark has just returned from his trip, and has brought back takeout. Join us if you're not too busy.” He informs the both of you before winking and walking away, likely to tell everyone what he just saw. You and Peter just stand there in silence for a moment, processing what just happened. You peek over at the brunette the same time he glances over at you. There's things you can ask him. Like if the fact that he was about to kiss you meant that he had a crush on you too. Instead though, you bump him with your shoulder.

“So you like the way I look in glasses hm?” You tease while messing with the curls by your ear. It's definitely about time to get your hair done again. Peter immediately turns to explain himself, spiraling like always, but is stopped when you press a kiss to his lips. You pull away with a sigh leaving Peter looking at you, awestruck.

“Maybe I'll buy a few frames. Come on, let's go before Thor tells the entire tower what happened.” You say before taking Peter's hand and leading him towards the kitchen. Peter just shakes his head before biting his lip to contain his grin.

“Sounds good.” He answers you softly. The two of you talk about making a playlist together before you step into the kitchen, right into Thor telling the team about a scandalous event he just bore witness to.

A/n: This is just I fic I write to some dialogue I thought up. In the shower maybe? While brushing my teeth? Idk, but I actually remember a crush in elementary school asking about these glasses I had on one time. Thanks for reading!👓👓👓

[lilousmustaches]

Personal Multiverse

Andrew Garfield x Reader / Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Warnings: A litlte start of a smut.

Notes: Yeah i'm active lately right? I actually started this story when No Way Home was released in the cinemas but never finished. I restarted to write it when the news that Zendaya was engaged to Tom, and now it's finally out in the world! Might have gotten too excited about this. Was even thinking about writing more bonus scenes based on it hahah Enjoy!

Summary: You go to No Way Home studios to keep your brother, Tom, company but end up falling in love with another Spider Man.

Being the eldest sister of four younger brothers was... Interesting.

You weren't complaining tho. They were the sweetest boys you ever met. Loving, caring, talented and your best friends in the whole world. The Holland boys.

It wasn't like the age gap was that significant anyways. You and Tom were just two years apart, making you guys incredibly close. You told each other everything and everyone thought that you were twins, just like Harry and Sam, that were 4, almost 5 five years younger than you. And there was Paddy, the little one, who was 9 years younger.

The whole family was involved in some sort of art, and just like your mother, you turned to be a professional photographer and filmmaker, eventually getting some jobs in the cinematography industry. But whenever you had some break from work, you would arrange to pass some extra time with family. And that was exactly what you did.

"Why is taking you so long? Where are uuuu :("

You read Tom's message with a small smile, rolling your eyes knowing how clingy your brother could get when he wanted to. He was currently shooting his new spider man movie, no way home, and invited you to stay for a few weeks on set with him and Harry, who was working with Tom at the moment.

You were typing him an answer to say that you were walking lost in the gigantic set trying to find them, when suddenly someone appeared running and lifted you into his arms.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Tom's muffled voice say in your hair while he was hugging and whirling you. Man, you missed that hug. "I missed you so much sis."

"I missed you too bug." You said giggling when he put you down. "I can't believe I'm here. This set is insane... I'm proud of you."

"Don't start saying those things when you know I'm sensitive ok!" He claimed pointing a finger at you. "C'mom, Harry is dying to see you."

After Tom arranged someone to take your bags to his rented apartment that he was sharing with your younger brother, just a few minutes from the set, he started a mini tour while you were walking towards his trailer. He was telling you all about the settings, the costumes, how he has been, about his relationship with Zendaya - who, in that point, was already a close friend of yours - and of course, how excited he was for working with Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield, the previous spiders mans.

You knew that was going to be an epic movie and your heart filled with joy and proud to see your brother in that spot.

"They are amazing (Y/N)... They truly are! I didn't think that we would hit so well, it's good to talk with people who understand the responsibility you know?" Tom said continuing to tell you about the other actors, while opening the door to his trailer. "You have to meet them!"

"Did you found our sister, mate?" You heard Harry's voice from the little bedroom in the trailer and you immediately smiled.

"Why don't you come here find out?" You said and saw his face with a smile emerging through the door and him coming to you with his arms opened.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed hugging you strong making you close your eyes and sigh in relief to be with your best friends again. "Urgh it's so good to have you here."

"I missed you guys so much. My babies." You said kissing Harry's head who enjoyed the caress. "But man, i wish Sam and Paddy were here now. It's not the same unless we're all together."

"I know right?" Harry said and Tom agreed. "But Sam is there, busy with his new girlfriend." He continued mocking his twin making you laugh. "When I thought I was free from hearing him talk about her, I get stuck in here and all I ever listen is 'Zendaya here, Zendaya there...”

"Oh shut up mate!" Tom said throwing a cushion in his face. "It's not like you weren't almost dating too!"

"Oh yeah?" You said crossing your arms to look at Harry. "This is news to me."

"It's nothing serious yet! I was going to tell you but Tom made the honors." Harry said annoyed and you huffed.

"So that makes me and Paddy the bachelors of the family?" You said putting a hand in your chest like you were offended. There were some years that you were single. It didn't really bother you, you were in a good place professionally and in this life, it was hard to conciliate a relationship unless the person was involved in the middle as well.

"Thank god. Paddy is just a kid and you are our girl." Harry said with jealousy and you rolled your eyes, even though you were the oldest, they somehow still got overprotective with you.

"Nah darling, I'm gonna find you somebody." Tom said putting his arm around your neck, pulling you close. "We're having a little happy hour with the staff tonight. Maybe there is someone interesting there... Tho Harry is right, you're our girl. It has to be someone great or no deal!"

"And you're my boys. Zendaya already passed the test, but I have to approve your mysterious girl Harry." You said lifting your eyebrows and they laugh.

"We have a lot to catch up sis. Let's get some lunch, I'm starving."

XxXxXxXxXxX

“(Y/N) are you ready?" You heard Tom ask and one second later his face appeared in the door frame.

"Hmmm yeah" You said giving yourself one last check in the mirror before turning to him. "How do I look?"

"Stunning as always." He said with a smile. "But relax, really. Is not going to be a big deal at all. Just some quality time."

The three of you used the lunch time to talk and gossip about everything and nothing in the same time, it was good being reunited with Tom and Harry again. After that, Tom had to finished one last scene before you went to the apartment they were renting to relax a bit and get ready for the happy hour.

Most of the cast was going to get two days off to recharge the energies since they were filming non stop for about two weeks now, and of course, they decided to take the opportunity to drink some beers and enjoy the company of the coworkers.

Once you got there, the happy hour was happening in a open space, close to the dressing and makeup rooms. You could see a lot of people still in the clothes they went to work, it really was just some quality time. They arranged a small bonfire with some seats around it, and a beer pong table.

"(Y/N)!" You heard and smiled when saw Zendaya walking towards you to give you a hug. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" You said but before you could continue, your brother interrupted you.

"Oh I see, talking to my sister before talking to your own boyfriend, shame on you Zendaya." He complained getting an eye roll from the both of you.

"You have such a drama queen as your brother (Y/N)!" She exclaimed giving him a chaste kiss. "Hey love."

"Hey darling." He said satisfied now with a silly smile on his face.

"He is such a crybaby, I really don't know you handle him." You joked.

"Look who's talking!" Tom mocked you and you all laughed. "Tobey! Hi!" Tom said out loud when he saw the first Spider Man with a beer on his hand approaching you looking a little lost. "I'm glad you could make it!"

"Just passed by to say Hi." Toby Maguire said shy in front of you. Man, it was so strange, you grew up watching those movies with Tom and the boys, and now look where you all were.

"This is my sister (YN)." Tom introduced you and you shook Tobey's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He said and you talked for a minute before he and Tom entered a conversation about some scenes, and you and Zendaya decided to gave them space. You had no idea where Harry was and that's why you stayed with her for some minutes, until she had to go to the bathroom.

You enjoyed the opportunity to go to the freezer to get a beer, but when you turned around, jumped a little when noticed someone just right behind you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Just trying to get something to drink as well". The mysterious man said rending his hand in surrender when saw your little scare. Excluding the fact that he wasn't some random guy at all... Well, if you were being honest, apart from Tom's movies, the Amazing Spider Man was your favorite.

Andrew Garfield stood in front of you with a small smile in his lips as he was trying to contain a laugh. Man, he was so much prettier in person, if it was possible. He was tall and his hair matched the color of his chocolate eyes.

"That's okay" You said laughing a little embarrassed. "Andrew right?"

"Yeah but you're new here...." He said looking at you with a curiosity that made you blush. "You're from production and i happened to miss?"

"Oh no, actually I'm Tom's older sister! Gonna stay around for a few days to keep him company. (Y/N), is a pleasure to meet you." You said extending your hand to him who gladly took it.

"It's my pleasure (Y/N). But Really? Tom's sister? I wouldn't say it" Andrew said looking surprised with the information but looking extremely interested.

"Well yeah... people assume we are twins even" You said giggling, suddenly a little shy. You could tell already that he was the type of person who just payed all of his attention to whoever he was talking to and seemed genuine interested on what others had to say. "But it comes with the fact that we are pretty close."

"That's sounds nice. Tom was saying the other day... you guys have a big family isn't it?" He asked frowning.

"It's me and four younger brothers." You answered making a 'tsc' sound with your mouth. People often got shocked by this information. 

"Wow” He said with his eyes wide in surprise, crossing his arms.  “That must have been challenging."

"Let's just said It made me tough." You said raising your eyebrow with a small smile and saw him opening one as well. 

"I bet it did." He said staring at what looked like, into your soul, not looking away for one second. You gulped feeling a strange wave of cold in your belly. In that moment, you couldn’t think in another single soul on earth that showed some much interest in you, even only with their eyes.

But before you could say anything, you were interrupted by Tom and Zendaya that arrived by your side. 

“Andrew! Hi! Oh (Y/N), I’m glad that you already met!” Your brother said excited. Andrew gave a small laugh looking down, finally breaking eye contact with you, and passing his hand behind his neck.

“Right, she’s was telling me that you guys are Twins, is that it?” He joked pointing at both of us and in the middle time, he gently greeted Zendaya with a small hug. Charming and a gentleman. 

“Something like that, yeah” Tom said laughing exchanging a look with you. “Look, actually I was looking for you, Andrew. Me and Tobey had an idea for a scene that we would love to share it with you.” 

“Oh sure.” Andrew said immediately nodding his head. “I would love to.”

“Amazing.” Tom said. He posed his hand in your shoulder, for you to look at him. “(Y/N), I catch up with you and Z later, ok?” 

You nodded and with a last exchange stare between you and Andrew, they started to walk away. 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Andrew said turning around once more. “I was here to get a beer for me.” He chuckled, going straight into your direction, and you freezed when felt his fingers gently brushing in your waist, almost like he wasn’t touching you. 

You looked into his chocolate eyes that were dangerously close and saw him trying to repress a smile, he looked like he was having so much fun with it. 

“Would you excuse me (Y/N)?”

“Oh.” You said when you finally understood what was happening. You were still standing infront of the freezer. “Right. I’m sorry. Go ahead.” 

“See you around, I hope.” Andrew said after getting the beer and following Tom to go meet Tobey. 

You stood there seeing them walking away trying to understand what has just happened, and felt Zendaya approaching you with her arms closed and looking at the same direction. 

“It’s just me or he was flirting with you?” She said and tho you weren’t looking at her face, you could sense a smart little smile hanging on her lips. 

As if Tom knew what you were talking about, far away already, he looked back at you guys frowning his eyebrows before going back to his conversation with Andrew. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said and heard Zendaya laughing.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“I’m gonna have lunch with Hannah today. See you at dinner xx” 

You read Harry’s message and rolled your eyes with a smile. It has been 4 days since you arrived and you were starting to enter in the routine of your brothers. Harry told you all about the girl that he was seeing - Hannah who worked for the makeup team. And that’s why he disappeared in the night of the happy hour.

You were sitting outside of the studio Tom was working, editing some videos you filmed of him and Harry. Ok, you were in vacation. But you just couldn’t stop yourself of making a backstage film of his experience in No Way Home movie. It would make such a cute memory for Tom in the future and if he wanted to share it, the fans would love it. 

“I was hoping I would see you again.” You heard a voice beside you and in this time, you knew exactly who it was. 

“Is that so?” You asked with a small smile raising your head from your computer seeing the chocolate eyes that have been in your mind for the last few days. “Hi Andrew.”

“Hi (Y/N). But… well, yeah” Andrew chucked taking the seat next to you. “We didn’t get a chance of talking a lot that day…. Oh! Are you a video editor?” He started to say but got distracted when looked in your computer’s screen. 

“I’m a filmmaker.” You answered repressing a smile for his curiosity. When you were younger and saw his spider man’s movies, it’s undeniable that he was cute. Who you were trying to fool. You thought he was hot. Years passed, you always admired his work…. but when Tom asked you to pass some days on set, you didn’t even thought much about how you were going to meet him there. “Tom didn’t want to in the beginning, but I convinced him that it would be fun if I documented a little behind the scenes video.” 

“That’s adorable. Would you let me see it when you finish?” Andrew asked. He had his entire body turned toward you, with half of one leg resting on the bench, and he leaned his head on his fist.

“Only if you agree to appear in it.” You answered smartly and he laughed. Obviously, like Zendaya, you definitely noticed something going on you between you two that night. It was so brief and somehow you had his feeling you have known him forever. You just couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Oh i see.” Andrew said caressing his small beard. “That depends on how the video will be distritubed.” 

“Knowing my brother, the video will be only to be seen it, in Christmas time as a nice memory.” You giggled, closing your laptop to give him your full attention. 

“Then you have all my permission to use my image as you please.” He said with a small smile. “Tom is a very sweet guy. Crazy talented. I respect him for understading, since now, how family and privacy are important things to cherish in this Industry.” 

“Our whole family is envolved in some sort of art so it’s always been ease for us to see what really matters at the end of the day.” You answered, again so shocked how he was a guys that… really payed attention. 

“Why aren’t you working here in the production?” He asked licking his lips. 

“It’s true that my brother did try to make that happen.” You chuckled feeling your cheeks starting to burn from his staring. “But i just finished another project so the timing didn’t exactly helped.” 

“That’s really a shame.” Andrew said simply. 

Except that there was nothing casual in the way he said it. 4 little simple words, right? Wrong. He just let those words out of his lips like it was the lustful thing someone has ever said to you. Like it was the biggest declaration of being wanted, you ever received.  Or was it you that were losing it from being stared by those chocolate eyes that you just couldn’t stop thinking about it?

“(Y/N), there you are!” You heard Tom’s voice approaching and you sighed. Interrupted. Again. Andrew smirked when saw your micro expression of frustation. 

“Well, that was short-lived.” He murmurred with a light tone making you giggle.

Tom stood in front of you already in his Sports outfit, with his tennis racket bag over his shoulder. You saw the exactly moment when your brother’s eyebrows frowned slighty altering his gaze between the two of you, not really understading why Andrew was there. Confusion that quickly started to turn in assumptions when he opened a little accusatory smile. 

“Hello guys.” Tom said still a little off and in that moment, you could see a lot of Peter Parker in him. “Hmm… Did i interrupt something?” 

“Not at all.” Andrew laughed getting up of his chair. “Just saw (Y/N) here and thought i offer her some company.” 

“…Ok.” Tom said still a suspicious. “Let’s go sis? I thought you would be ready by now.” 

“Got caught up in editing.” You said gattering your stuff, getting up as well.

“Do you play tennis mate?” Tom asked turning his attention to Andrew. “You’re welcome to join us.” 

“Maybe some other time.” Andrew said friendly, giving Tom a pat on the back. “I still need to revise some scenes. But thank you for the invitation. Have fun!”

He said waving goodbye and walking away, leaving you and your brother alone. Today, you guys agreed that after Tom’s appointments, he was taking you to play tennis. A family tradition. 

You walked quietly to his car and it was only when he started to drive, that Tom decided to say casually:

“Andrew is a such a nice guy, right?” Tom said and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Hm yes, he is very polite” You answered measuring your words. Tom was your best friend and you knew you could say anything to him. But there was nothing to tell. Right? 

“Polite hun?” He repeated your choise of word, nodding his head. “That’s an adjective.” 

“Are you implying something?” You snapped looking at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? No!” Tom shot back altering his gaze from the streets to look at you. “No!” He repeated seeing your expression. 

“…Why? Is there something you want to tell me?” Tom asked after a few seconds of silence. You laughed, reaching out to turn on the radio. 

“Not at all”. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

It has been already 2 weeks you were living with your brothers, and now, pretty much everyone was used to your presence around the set. Made a few friends and you were honestly enjoying your work break. 

Although it wasn’t everyday, Andrew has crossed your path a meaningful amount of times. First, when you were hanging out with Zendaya in the makeup trailer, waiting for her to get ready. He entered, along with Hannah (Harry’s girl) also to get ready for his scenes of the day. Suddenly the whole group of people who were there started to talk like you were all friends for ages. You would be lying if you didn’t catch him giving you random gazes. 

The second time it happened, you had gone help Harry to organize Tom's stuff for the next scenes. You two went together to the costumes department when Andrew walked in with one of the assistant directors, deep in conversation. He noticed you, smiled, and gave you a little wave before disappearing through a hallway.

And the most recent one, he found you having lunch by yourself because your brothers were busy, and asked if he could join you. Andrew Garfield, besides being handsome and caring, was incredibly smart. And funny. You didn’t stop talking for 2 hours. 

“Are you nervous?” You asked Tom, already in his Spider Man suit, from behind the camera you were holding, and he shook his hands anxiously.

“You are not helping with those kind of questions, sis.” He answered making you laugh. Today, was the first day of filming the big scene of the three Spiders Mans fighting the villains. Pretty much all the cast was there. 

“You gonna do great.” You said still pointing the camera at him. It was a nice moment that you needed to keep for the video you were assembling. 

“I love you.” He said sweetly making you smile.

“I love you more.” 

Didn’t take long for him to go train some lines with Zendaya and Jacob, and you enjoyed the opportunity to walk around searching for precious moments to film. You walked some corridors, greeting and wishing good luck to people you crossed. Until you passed in front of one dressing room and saw Andrew, with his back to the entrance, completely absorbed in something else.

“If it isn’t Spider Man himself.” You teased entering the room already with your camera in hands, recording his reaction. He turned around confused, but opened a smile when saw it was you.

“Looking lovely as always, (Y/N).” He complimented you making you shiver. It was the first time also, you were seeing him in the super hero outfit. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Garfield.” You said making him burst out of laugh. 

“What do you think about my butt in the costume?” He joked doing a little spin.

“I thought I would be more impressed” 

“Ouch, straight to my heart.” Andrew said putting his hand in the right side of his chest like he was hurt. “You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.” 

He added with a smirk, walking over to grab his water bottle from the counter. He took a sip, eyes still on you, the playfulness never leaving his face. 

“Though I might need to work harder on glute day at the gym now.” He said making you roll your eyes still recording.

“Don’t worry, your ego seems intact.”

Andrew stared you straight in the eyes, that way you were starting to get used to, ignoring the camera. He laughed slightly, before licking his lips.

“Let me take you out on a date.” 

You lowered your camera, shocked with what you just heard, hearing your heart beating fast. 

“What?” You whispered frowning your eyebrows. 

“Let me take you out on a proper date.” He repeated getting closer to you. “I’ve been coming to work with much more energy lately since I learned I could bump into you. I would love to offer you a night that lives up to what you deserve.” 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You answered smiling feeling your cheeks burn. “I would like that very much.”

And just then, a voice shouted from the hallway : “Andrew, you're needed on set!”

“Tomorrow at seven.” Andrew said looking satisfied with your answer. “I‘ll pick you up!”

He shouted before following the PA out of the room. Leaving you with a silly smile playing on your lips.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You look amazing.” Andrew said smiling opening the car door for you, when spotted you leaving the building. 

“You gotta stop doing that.” You replied blushing hearing him laugh confused. 

“What am I doing?” He asked before closing the door for you and contouring the car to enter the driver’s seat.

“You know what are you doing.” You said seeing him turning on the car.

“I really don’t, love.” He said still chuckling. 

“You know, making me blush.” He paused for a second before pulling out of the spot. His hand moved to rest gently on your knee—a simple gesture, but it sent a chill up your spine.

“But you do look amazing.” Andrew said staring at you, and you looked away embarrassed, laughing. 

“I was surprised when you asked me to pick you in Zendaya’s place.” He said starting to drive. “I thought you were staying with your brothers.”

“I am.” You explained. “But didn’t want them prying.”

“Ohh they don’t know this is happening?” Andrew asked amused.  

“Nop.” 

“Why tho? Aren’t you super close?” 

“We are…” You began laughing embarrassed with your reasons. “But they gossip a lot. Don’t like telling them nothing that isn’t… concrete.”

“So you want this to be concrete?” He teased with a smirk.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sure.” He said mocking you. You asked Zendaya if you could get ready in her place and she almost deafened you from the scream she gave when learned what you were doing. She was shipping you since the first night you meet Andrew. 

“And we’re here.” He said after a few minutes of travel, with a light conversation between you two, getting ready to park the car. 

“Andrew… there’s paparazzi over there.” You warned seeing a few mans in black, looking around with cameras in their hands. It was enough reason, the exposition of Andrew Garfield going out with Tom Holland’s sister, but on top of that, it was strictly prohibited Andrew being seeing in public to avoid spoilers to the movie. 

“What?” He asked confused following your gaze. “Oh fuck…” He breathed out disappointed. 

“I made a reservation, they’ve must…” Andrew began to explain, sighing, knowing that would ruin your night. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

“Hey, it’s ok.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I’m used to it, I know how it goes.” 

“I-… fuck.” He laughed embarrassed a little lost on what to do. “Do you want to go to my place? I know it’s not ideal…”

“Sounds great.” You answer right away and he chuckled staring at you. 

“Ok.” He said giving you one last check to assure him it was all fine, starting to drive again. “Great.” 

With a few more minutes of driving, you arrived  at his place, that you noticed that wasn’t too far away from Tom’s. It was logical to rent something close to the sets. 

Andrew showed you around, before getting a bottle of wine in the kitchen. It was a cozy apartment, a bit fancy, but perfectly suited for one person.

“You will be pleased to know that an incredible pizza is on its way.” He joked serving you one glass.

“And you will be pleased to know that pizza is my favorite.” 

“I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?” He breath out like he was relieved making you laugh. He raised his glass, toasting with yours.

Just like the time you had lunch together on set, you didn’t stop talking, unless it was to drink or eat the pizza he ordered. That was indeed very good. “I’m a man of my word”, he pointed. Andrew was so interesting and he seemed equally interested in you. He asked so many questions about your work, your passions, your family…. Sharing important details about his life as well. He was a literally dream of a man, and it felt surreal that after some years with disillusionment in love, someone like him would enter your life. 

“I know i haven’t had yet the opportunity to see a lot of your work.” Andrew said putting the dishes you used in the washing machine, while you were leaning in the countertop finishing your wine, already a little tipsy. “But from what you showed me that day we had lunch together… it’s just so unique the way you perceive details. Giving attention to humain interaction that it’s often ignored.”

“That’s just you being nice.” You said laughing it off. 

“Well, yes.” Andrew shrugged making you both laugh as he leaned in the sink countertop infront of you. “But also one hundred percent honest. I’d be lucky to work with a director as talented as you, if you want to switch to that in the future.” 

You smiled soflty with the compliment, setting your glass beside you. You didn’t know if it was the alchool already having its effect, but this time, it was you that stopped everything just to stair at him. You felt the air of the moment changing, becoming heavier, thicker. He licked your lips, his posture being always of someone who was reading you. Trying to understand in between lines. 

“It’s been a while since I last have been on a date.” Andrew confessed. “But since the moment i saw you in that happy hour, i knew i had to go to talk to you.” 

“I thought you were just being polite.”

“Oh no” Andrew chuckled. “I was being very not polite in my mind.”

“And what about now?” You asked, breathing out, not being able to hold anymore that nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.

Andrew tilted his head, smiling like he knew exactly what you meant—like he’d been thinking the same thing. Slowly, he stepped closer, now just a breath away from you, the only thing between you both being the soft tension that had been building all night.

“Now…” He said, voice lower, eyes flicking between yours and your lips, resting his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you. “There isn’t a single appropriate thought running in my mind.” 

“Show me.” You whispered. 

Andrew smirked at your boldness. He slowly brushed the back of his fingers across your cheek, then threaded them into your hair, guiding your face toward his.

Finally kissing you.

It was so firm, slow, sensual. It was the result of days building this tension up. Finally exploding. Finally concetre and not just a thought before going to bed. His other hand squeezed your waist before he quickly, lifted you by your tight, sitting you in the kitchen’s counter. Your hands were exploring every part of him you could reach, passing throught his hair, shoulders, chest… 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurred against your lips just when his hand found your breast, squeezing it, making you moan. “I swear i’m going to make you feel good.” 

Andrew lifted you in his arms, starting to walk towards his bedroom and the only thought in your mind when he placed you in his bed was : Andrew is a man of his word. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You’re literally glowing.” Tom said suspicious when he finally found you drinking coffee in the set cafeteria. 

You had literally just passed the best night you ever had, with Andrew in his house. He indeed kept his promise. Three times. 

You slept in his place, but unfortunately he needed to work early in the morning and you decided to go with him directly to the studios. Althought he offered you to stay sleeping there as long as you wanted. Or even drop you at Tom’s. But you just got changed in Tom’s trailer with a pair of sweatshirts it was forgotten there and you were ready to start the day. 

“Morning to you too little brother.” You said grumpy taking a sip. 

“Don’t ‘little brother’ me, (Y/N).” Tom said ironically, taking a coffee to him as well, sitting beside you. “Care to explain why you didn’t come home last night?” 

“As far as I’m concerned, i am the oldest.” You answered making him roll his eyes. “I was with Z, you know that.” 

“And i know you since the day i was born, sis.” Tom said. “I can perfectly tell when you’re both lying to me.” 

You sighed, defeated, finally staring at him. You knew he wasn’t going to back down from this. 

“Ok, I-…” 

“You had sex!” Tom cut you opening his mouth in disbelieve. Now, he looked like he was having rather fun with your embarrassment. “Oh my God, you had sex.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“You didn’t had to.” Tom chuckled leaning his back in the chair, still in shock. “You’re glowing.” 

“Tom…” You began hearing him laughing. Suddenly he gasped even harder, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“I can bet it was Andrew!” He guessed. “I’m not dumb (Y/N), I noticed him wandering around you whenever he had a chance.”

“Will you let me tell you?” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, go on.” Tom said but couldn’t help shaking his leg in excitement and hold a little smile in the corner of his lips. 

“Fine. Yes, ok… Andrew asked me out on a date and I… ending up sleeping at his place.”

“This is such great news.” Tom said opening a wide smile squeezing your hand. You chuckled at his excitement, but in reality you knew how much Tom appreciate his Spider Man partners and he, above all brothers, was always the one trying to set you up. “I’m just… he is such a great guy for you! And he would be lucky to have you as well, sis.” 

“It’s nothing serious ok? No need to be so hyped up about this.” 

“No, yeah, yeah, I know.” Tom said finally assuming a more serious posture. “Are you seeing him again?” 

“I don’t know, it’s literally been thirty minutes we arrived here.” You said struggling althought this briefly crossed your mind. He didn’t look the kind of guy of ghosting you after all of that, but who knows. 

“Oh man… Harry and Sam are going to get so jealous.” Tom laughed making you chuckle and roll your eyes, knowing so damn well that the Twins were the most protectives over you. “I wish you would have told me this before.”

“Tom, i just needed to see if this… was something before I discussed with you.” You explained even if you knew he wasn’t mad. 

“I know.” Tom replied with a smile. “I’m happy that coming here gave you guys an opportunity of meeting.” 

“To be honest, i am to.” You said scrunhing your nose, blusing, thinking about the night you just had. “It was amazing…” 

“Oh, ok!” Tom said, clapping his hands and getting up from his seat. “Spare me the details. You’re still my sister.”

“Love you, bug.” You said sincerely, making your brother’s eyes go soft. Meeting Andrew in those last weeks, had been a wonderful surprise, but being able to have these moments with your brother, when you both had already moved out of your parents… seeing your relantionship never changer one bit, it just warmed your heart. 

“Love you.” Tom replied giving you a long kiss on the forehead. “I have to go to my scene now. It’s going to be so weird with Andrew : Hey mate, how you doing? Oh trouble sleeping last night? You sure it had nothing to do with you banging my sister?’ “ 

“Thomas!” You shouted angrily, throwing a crumpled napkin in his direction, as he ran away laughing.

You shook your head in denial, a smile still hanging on your lips, thinking about everything that had happened. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification on your phone :

“Zendaya has being staring at me weirdly since we started filming. Must I prepare for your brother’s reactions?” 

You laughed at Andrew’s message, assuming that if Zendaya already knew, Tom would be the next to find out. Which was quickly followed by another one:

“By the way, been wanting to tell you again how amazing last night was. Can’t stop thinking about it. Hoping i will see you soon.” 

[alyswritings]

can write one of tom holland little sister (maybe 17 or 18 ) and how she sees zendaya as her big sister.

She talks with Zendaya about having a boyfriend and not knowing how tell her brother’s because they are very protective

"So, what's this boy's name?" Zendaya asks the youngest Holland. The two sit on the teenage girl's bed, both nursing their own pints of ice cream.

"Gabe." Y/N answers. "He's really nice. He's always opening doors for me and getting me random things that he knows I like or reminds him of me. He got me this little turtle." Y/N leans over to the nightstand to grab the small figurine. She holds it up with a smile.

"That's cute." Zendaya smiles. "How long have you two been going out again?"

"5 months." Y/N says. "That'll just make the boys finding out worse since it's been a while." She says.

"Your brothers will support you." Zendaya assures.

"They're all so overprotective, though. Tom will definitely try to scare him off, Harry will, too. Paddy and Sam might let him live, but not without saying something out of pocket. Paddy will definitely tell him an embarrassing story."

"Are we speaking from experience?" Zendaya asks.

"Yes." Y/N groans. "They've successfully run off two out of four ex-boyfriends." She states.

"Jeez." Zendaya mutters. "Well, I promise that when he comes by to pick you up later, I will keep them in check -- especially Tom. And I'm sure Clark will keep Sam under control."

"Thanks." Y/N mutters. "Good luck."

"Oh, don't worry. He'll listen to me." Zendaya assures.

[thollandneedy]

Photobooth- Tom Holland

A/n: I had this idea for so long, like, not even kidding.

Warnings: Explicit language; hot make out between T.H, Y/n and Z

Summary: Y/n it's tired of the media commeting on her relationship, then she decides to break the internet

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“ Fuck me,” Y/n complains, throwing his cell phone on the armchair next to him in the living room.

The woman put her hands to her face, pulling it down in discontent. It wasn't the first time that the media had tried to destroy her image because she was dating a Hollywood star, who coincidentally is making a movie in which the famous actress Zendaya is taking part. From comments on her Instagram posts to people in the street when they saw her walking with her boyfriend and taking the dogs for a walk. All she heard was: “You're stealing him from her”.

Zendaya and Y/n were friends, and there was no relationship of jealousy or dispute over Holland, but the media always made it seem like they were in a constant fight for the attention of the year's hottest new thing, Thomas Holland.

“What's wrong?” Thomas approaches Y/n with a cup of tea in his hands and his hair in a mess. “It's seven in the morning, love. Let's not have another crisis over the building's wifi.”

“It's not the wifi.” The girl complains. “It's those… ugh.” The frustration is evident in her voice, and then her index finger points to the cell phone lying on the burgundy armchair next to the cream sofa.

The brunette bends down to pick up the cell phone, then reads the news out loud:

“Tom Holland and Zendaya Coleman. Off-screen romance? This afternoon, a photo of the two in a coffee shop in Los Angeles, California, was taken by fans who were present at the scene. According to the interviewees, the couple were talking about building a family and how they should improve their relationship. In 2019, Thomas Holland started dating his childhood best friend, Y/n L/n. Apparently, close sources say that they are going through a crisis in their relationship due to the fact that Holland has not yet asked her to marry him. This would have led to constant fights, and finally, a hidden romance with actress Zendaya Coleman. There has been no statement yet about these photos or the news being spread. Keep an eye out for more news, and leave us a comment on who you're most in love with.”

Thomas lowers his cell phone close to his face, letting a disgruntled grunt come out of the brunette's mouth.

“I didn't mind the comments on my photos before, or even the insults on Twitter, but this is too much!” The woman said dissatisfied, getting up from the sofa and heading towards the double bedroom.

“Love, I'm really sorry.” Holland tries to say. “We were going over the lines from the new movie, which, by the way, talks about building families and so on.” The brunette follows his girlfriend, managing to touch her fingers in an attempt to calm her down somehow.

“I know you were. I'm not suspicious of you, but these tabloids? What do they think I'm doing with my life?” The woman says, abruptly removing her pink pajamas with flowery details. “Fuck!”

“I can talk to my agent. Ask him to take down this report or even block the page for spreading fake news about us, me-” The actor follows her towards the closet.

“This isn't going to end any time soon. Not as long as people think there's a rivalry between the two of us, and you're the meat in the middle. We need something that really impacts people.” The girl opened her drawers, patiently picking out something she could wear to the gym.

“Like what? A text statement about the case. Or if you don't want to show up, I could choose someone to speak for us. Harry or Sam.” Holland tries to take charge of the situation, spreading his arms as a sign of disorientation. “Or we could post a photo together with a cheesy caption.

Y/n rests both hands between the clothes that have ended up in the drawer of gym tops, staring at nothing for a few seconds. The woman lifts her face, relaxing her tense shoulders and finally, having an enlightening moment, replies:

“I already know what I want to do, but you can't be jealous”

(…)

Weekends, for some, were a day of rest from a long day's work. But for the wealthy, it was synonymous with extravagant parties with big names used for networking or just getting a chance with people of great influence. The loud sound of the speakers positioned near the swimming pool of the large mansion meant that even from the water the pulse of the beat could be felt. The number of people started to become countless as soon as the clock struck ten. The various rooms were full of different activities, with the kitchen being the center of drinks and the living room the center of board games along with couples sitting on the sofa.

Thomas was drinking with some work colleagues, while admiring the expensive watches he wanted to buy one day to build a collection. While he seemed distracted, Y/n found himself in a group of women chatting about various subjects, in search of his real target. The brunette actress, with her hazel eyes and divine height, entered the room in a clingy dark blue dress and silver high heels, which didn't seem to affect her posture. Y/n focused his eyes on the actress, silently excusing himself from the women he was talking to and heading towards the brunette. Passing between the guests and the men who stared at her because of her provocative black outfit, Y/n's warm hands found the actress's back, touching it slowly

“Hi, Y/n!” Zendaya smiles as soon as she sees the image of the woman behind her, and greets her with a hug. “What's up? You look stressed.” “I'm fine actually.” Y/n comments, holding a drink in her hand and approaching the woman to say into her ear. “Can we talk in private?”

Zendaya narrows her eyes, with a confused face.

“Why?” The woman asks, only to receive a penetrating look in response.

The brunette decided to leave the conversation and follow in the footsteps of the woman in front of her, who was leading her towards a photo booth, where her boyfriend was already waiting for her, as if something was being planned between the couple. The actress smiled confusedly, sharing a look with Thomas, who was wearing a white dress shirt that showed off his muscles. The actor looked at his girlfriend, who stared at the actress determinedly, even though she was afraid of what she was about to do and ask.

“Did you see the news that came out this week? About our photo in the cafeteria?” Tom asked the woman, who quickly looked at him in confusion.

“Yes, I did. I'd asked them to take it down, but since the content of our conversation wasn't a lie, because we were talking about the script, they can't delete it. It wouldn't be considered fake news, just a double entendre because the teenagers who were watching us didn't know we were talking about the movie.” Zendaya loses her poise, crossing her arms and leaning against the photo booth door.

“I don't want you to take it off the air.” Y/n speaks up, taking a step forward. “I've had enough of all the times I've felt like a complete fraud, where we've all been the targets of lies and what they think we are.” Y/n says, expressing her discontent.

“We don't want to be talked about anymore. And that goes for you too.” Holland says to the actress leaning against the booth.

“Well?” The brunette asks, giving them room to explain what the plan is.

“We want to do worse. Something that's so surprising that it takes them by surprise and no one else will have any arguments to say about us. And I thought maybe we could get involved in something. The three of us.” Y/n approached the two of them, stepping into the middle of the small circle that had formed.

The air became dense, and their gazes hovered with the same density as a wave against the rocks of the sea. This had to end, and it would somehow, now.

“A sex scandal?” Holland frowns, wondering at his girlfriend's suggestive comment.

“I don't know yet. I was hoping you'd have better ideas than me.” Y/n is overcome by a lack of creativity.

Zendaya squints at the spot she was leaning on, and then an idea lights up her mind. The brunette turns away from the black wall and faces the booth, giving a smug smile as soon as it's finally possible to tangibly see what could put an end to all the rumors they've been suffering for the last few months. The brunette catches the eye of the couple who seemed lost, and then one of her hands finds the black velvet curtain used to cover the entrance to the cabin. Y/n silently agrees as soon as he sees the seductive smile of the woman in the blue dress.

Yes

That's what she wanted

Both women enter the cabin already feeling their bodies meeting each other, and then Thomas enters the cabin, closing the curtain behind him. The actors looked at each other as Y/n stood in the middle of them, feeling her breathing get heavier with each warm touch that found the waist of her body and the beginning of her back. The place seemed smaller than usual, and the heat began to become part of the environment they inhabited.

“What's up?” Thomas asks his girlfriend, who just watches him from the corner of her eye, giving a sideways smile in response. “And you?” The brunette stares at the actress who agrees with a somber look, stipulated to face the consequences that could come later.

Y/n touches the glowing screen in front of her, causing her eyes to shine with determination. The warm air of the actors' breathing hit the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand on end and her cheeks to turn redder than usual. Holland's jaw was clenched as he stared at Zendaya with worried eyes, even though she wasn't feeling pressured by the situation. It was all just a new way of getting into trouble while playing with each other. The countdown numbers began to appear on the screen, causing Y/n to turn away from the screen a little in an attempt to take one last look at the actress.

5

Y/n turns her body towards the actress

4

The brunette takes a step forward

3

Their eyes meet and their breaths merge

2

Their breasts touch

1

Their lips come together in a wet kiss, as the sound of the camera clicking is heard. Zendaya's tongue slides against Y/n's, letting out a brief moan as she feels her body being pressed against the wall of the small room.

Holland, for his part, gently touches his girlfriend's hip, who then leaves the older actress's kiss and attacks the lips of her boyfriend, who was watching the scene. The kiss quickly deepens, and he can even taste the drink that Zendaya was sipping before talking to both of them. The Brit takes one of his hands to the back of his girlfriend's neck, who grunts softly against the kiss.

Another click

Taking a deep breath after leaving the kiss, he pulls away from both of them, allowing an empty space to remain between the two actors. With a permissive look, Y/n's two hands find the backs of both of their hands in support of the intriguing atmosphere generated. Thomas nodded in agreement, taking a step forward and lowering his eyes to the dress that the brunette wore delicately with its fine linen features. The woman allowed herself to be touched, and finally both wet lips intertwined into one, tasting each other. Zendaya's hands playfully touch Holland's face, while the actor traces a line with his finger down the side of Coleman's waist

Another click

A strand of saliva is shared by both of them as they leave the kiss, and then, as a last shot, the three of them come together in a mixture of flavors and saliva while the photo was being uploaded. He was sloppy, inexperienced and completely dirty. Their lips made slippery sounds, and the sounds they shared were in tune. Their bodies were on fire, and although they hadn't talked about any kind of desire for threesomes, it was something that had certainly crossed their minds as they kissed in a naughty photo. The clicking sound was heard one last time, but the kiss hadn't stopped yet. It was only when the trio's hands began to descend to places beyond what was expected that Y/n leaned against the wall to catch his breath. His chest was heaving, and his lipstick, which had once been only on his mouth, was now down to his chin.

Thomas and Zendaya moved away from each other as soon as they missed Y/n, who stared at them laughing to herself.

“Holy shit” The woman fixed her hair, smiling at the couple in front of her.

“I didn't expect it to be… good.” The Briton said without thinking, causing a deafening silence that was broken by the women's laughter at the embarrassed look.

“Me neither,” Zendaya replied, smiling at the woman in black.

Finally, the sequence of four photos came out in black and white, eliciting a satisfied smile from Y/n. The woman nodded, showing the photo to the couple who also agreed with a drunken laugh.

1 day later

Breaking News! On Sunday morning (23), a photo was posted on Marvel actor @Tomholland2013's Instagram, which shows a sequence of four photos in which he, his girlfriend, Y/N L/N and actress Zendaya Coleman are seen kissing! Y/N L/N and Thomas Holland have been dating since 2019, but there were rumors that Zendaya was the main one in the relationship after fans started to ship the couple after the first “Spider-Man: Homecoming” movie. Sources close to the couple say that Thomas and Zendaya were uncomfortable with the rumors influencing their personal lives, and deny such an affectionate relationship off the set We had the pleasure of catching up with Y/N by phone, and the only thing she allowed us to put into this interview was:

“We're THE motherfucking trio”

[deniable-masterpiece]

no wait do yall see the vision

liiiike winchesters (wincest) x reader x tom in some way… need a little help figuring out who tom could be

[mrjoeshiesty9]

W E L C O M E // INSTA AU

Summary; Y/N and Joe have been together for 4 years, way before this LSU days. Y/N has always been there for Joe and suddenly she goes MIA until…..

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lahjay10_ here we go boys!!

User2342 yesyesyes!

User37493 where was y/n?!

             ↳ user 232 can you just stop looking for her and congratulate the boy?!

bengals this is the new normal 😎

kingjames let’s go!!!!

Mamaburrow so proud of you all! On to the next one!

tombrady see you at the Super Bowl!

User9382 but for real, where was y/n? Where has she been for the last 6 months because?!?!

lahjay10_ back to back baby! We coming for the ring!

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Bengals who dey!!!!

User92384 this is our year boys!

sam_hubbard_ LETS GOOOOOOOO

teehiggins ayeeeee who day nation where are you!

User8173 underdogs who?!

Y/b/f happy birthday to my best friend, my rock, my soulmate. You make everything better 🤍

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Zendaya happy birthday baby! Can’t wait to see you later!

Selenagomez happy birthday gorgeous!

User9342 happy birthday mother!

User29734 it’s the queens birthday!!! 

User92382 where have you been girl!?!

User1212 is this a new pic or?! Girl! It’s been 6 months since anybody has seen you!

Y/u/n ✨ birthday shenanigans ✨

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Y/b/f I’m so proud to call you my best friends🤍

Taylorswift happy birthday baby! 

Mamaburrow happy birthday ma cherie, know I’m always here for you 🤍

yourmom happy birthday darling, I’m so proud of the person you have become 🤍

User2983 mother?!?!?!?!

User9382 we miss you y/n!!! Happy birthday queen!!!

Bengals happy birthday queen y/n 

lahjay10_ happy birthday sis! 

Sam_hubbard_ happy birthday lil sis! 

User1872 nope, no way they have broke up because, do you all see the comments?

          ↳ user323232 right?! Mama burrow, ja’marr and sam? Even Bengals?! No way! They’re still together!

User9283 how did the rumors of them breaking up start anyway?! 

Joey/nupdates so joe’s family, y/n;s family, bengals family, their friends and other celebs like zendaya, taylor swift, tom holland, kid cudi and more, shared THIS EXACT SAME PICTURE. What is going on!? 

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user231 so they’re not separated after all?!?!?

User39 maybe it’s a dinner party for their arc championship guys. chill. 

User932 where is this? If anybody knows? 

       ↳ user2 it seems like y/n’s house in Malibu?        ↳ user932 didn’t the bengals just play today?!

       ↳ user2  yeah but I mean….they’re both rich so…..they can easily fly everybody back and forth in 1 day hahah

       ↳ user232 also, y/n owns a private plane…. So you know….

User9232 this is random but her place is so cute!!!

      ↳ user838 right?! They’re both pretty private for people who are very much in the spotlight, so little things like these is so nice to see. 

joeyb_9 Baby Burrow coming soon.

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Y/u/n this was the hardest secret we had to keep. Thank you joeyb_9 for being the greatest partner anybody could ever ask for.     ↳ joeyb_9 I should be thanking you for everything and especially for giving me the best gift ever. I love you my girl. 🤍

   ↳ y/u/n I love you more 🤍

taylorswift ahhhh! It was so hard keeping this secret! But I love you both so much, auntie Taylor will always be here 🤍

Bengals baby burrow we are ready for you 🤍

Mamaburrow can’t wait to meet the little one 🤍

User2374 SCREAMING

User293842 mother is really a mother now!!! Queen mother!!!!

User02834 I knew it!!!!! i knew they were never broken up this whole time!!!!!!!!

lahjay10_ can’t wait to meet my little bud, gotta start them early

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Joey/nupdates after the announcement that Joe and y/n were expecting (CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY) many of their families and friends started posting the gender reveal on their stories. I’m guessing that’s what the dinner thing that they all posted about earlier.

User2342 TEAM BOY!!!

User2384 imagine having a boy and it’s the exact same copy of Joe

      ↳ user29834 imagine having a girl and it’s the exact same copy of y/n

User92374 this kid gonna be gorgeous that’s for sure.

User0283 the genes!!!! Having the perfect parents!!!

User392 baby burrow!!! Ahhh!!

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Y/u/n my happy boy, so thankful 🙏🏻

joeyb_9 so grateful for you and baby j 🤍 thank you for the best gift ever

Mamaburrow can’t wait to cuddle him!

Yourmom we’ll see you all later! Can’t wait to meet him!

Y/b/f baby j! Cutest baby ever! Auntie will spoil you like crazyyy

User93784 baby j?!?

user9283 I love the privacy but I’m so curious what his name is!

    ↳ I doubt we’ll know his name until 10 years later hahaha

User3934 this is the cutest thing ever I’m crying 

User0210 they really have a baby 😭 so jealous, happy and proud!

a/n: this is my very first fanfic/insta au so... I hope you guys like it. If you want to request anything feel free to do so. I have a few more ideas so hopefully I'll get the chance to start writing them soon. :)

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

The Living Situation

Plot: Tom invites you to come live with him when the lease on your old apartment is up. Since he’s your best friend you jump at the opportunity. But you forgot one thing….Harrison. Sharing a home with Tom is one thing. Sharing a home with Tom’s best friend, whom you had a crush on since you met him, is another thing. Eventually you get comfortable with your new living situation, but when Tom leaves the two of you alone for the week, to visit Zendaya in LA, things start to change.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: smut

Masterlist and Requests/Prompts

For the past year, you had been living in a shared apartment in London with your best friend Tom. But with Tom also came Harrison. It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked Harrison, a little too much actually.

The first few weeks were difficult to settle in to your new place, and another few weeks of getting used to seeing Harrison everyday. You tried your best to keep it cool and not get flustered every time he walked in the room. He made that really difficult. Especially since he’d often walk around the apartment without a shirt on.

Eventually you got accustomed to living with the two guys and allowed yourself to be comfortable.

But this week was going to be much different.

Tom was headed to LA to visit Zendaya while she attended a charity event. This meant that you and Harrison would be left alone together for the whole week. The two of you had been alone in the apartment together before, but never for a whole week.

The two of you helped Tom pack his bags up into the cab he was catching to the airport.

“Say ‘hi’ to Zee for me” you said as you gave him one last hug.

“I will {y/n}. Behave yourself while I’m gone” he said chuckling.

“I always do” you said with a smile.

You watched as him and Harrison shared a ‘bro hug’ before he got into the cab and took off. You walked back into the apartment and sat back down on the couch, continuing to read your book. Moments later Harrison walked in and sat down beside you.

It was going to be the beginning of a really awkward week for you. Or so you thought.

• • • • •

Things had actually been going better this week than you ever expected. You had been spending a lot of alone time with Harrison, going golfing, playing video games, and visiting van art museum where a friend of yours had a pop-up photography gallery.

One night the two of you were sitting in the couch watching a new tv series you discovered.

“So, would you like to do something tonight?” You heard him ask.

You looked up from the tv and smiled “what did you have in mind?” You asked

He shrugged “I thought we could go to the pub, have some food and drinks” he said

You smiled “that sounds fun, it’s been a while since I went out”

You both went upstairs to change and get ready to go.

• • • • •

Later that night at the pub you were having drinks and reminiscing about memories from growing up together.

“Remember when Harry got drunk at your birthday party?” He asked laughing

“Yeah, he was so drunk at one point that he kissed me” you said laughing.

“He kissed you? Shit, so you’ve kissed 3 out of the 4 Holland boys, lucky girl” he said jokingly.

“I don’t wanna brag, but yes” you said giggling.

You had, in fact, also kissed Sam and Tom. You had kissed Sam on a dare one night at a party. You and Tom had a ‘fling’ when you were 15. You dated for a month, long enough to kiss each other and realize it was just too awkward to date each other. So you broke up, remained friends, and never spoke of it again. The relationship wouldn’t have lasted anyway, you’d had a crush on Harrison since you were 12.

“I’m surprised we’ve never kissed” he said chuckling “it’s not like we’ve never had an opportunity”

You were shocked to hear him say that, you almost spit out your drink. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“We grew up together. We’ve been to so many parties where we played spin the bottle or got drunk at the club in college” he said shrugging. “Just thought we would have been forced into a kiss, or just got curious, by now”

You didn’t really know what to say do you just blurted put the first thing that came to mind “do you think about that often?”

“What? Kissing you?” he took the last sip of his drink.

“Yeah”

“Sometimes” he confessed. “I always wondered what it would have been like”

You bit your lip. You hadn’t realized that Harrison had even considered kissing you. You liked him a lot, but he was your best friend above being your crush. You decided to distract yourself by taking the final sip of your drink. You eventually paid your tab and the two of you walked home, the whole time you thought about what he had said.

• • • • •

As soon as the two of you got changed back into something comfortable and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through you looked over at Harrison. He was lounging on the other end of the couch. You had to resist the urge to move closer and cuddle into him like you wanted to.

You looked away quickly to avoid staring. Seconds later you heard him speak up. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you this week {y/n}, we don’t get to spend a lot of time together with Tom around”

You blushed “I’ve had fun too” you said.

He sat up and looked at you. You tried hard not to make direct eye contact but his bright blue eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Did you mean what you said at the pub?” You asked

“About what?”

“Kissing me”

He bit his lip “I did.” He said moving closer to you. “But you never told me how you felt about it”

“I….I was just surprised” you weren’t sure how to tell him that you’d liked him since you 12 years old, almost 16 years of pent up feelings stuck inside your head.

“Why?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, why would you wanna kiss me? I’m one of your best friends”

“Yeah, my best friend that I’ve had a crush on since year 9” he admitted

“Wait…what?” You asked.

“Yeah, I realized I liked you when you started dating Tom. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think I was your type.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit “Harrison I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met”

“You have?”

You nodded “yeah”

Before you could react his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your hands made their way to his chest, feeling all the way up till your arms snaked around his neck. His hand eventually reaching down to your hips.

You weren’t thinking straight as your lips molded together with his in a needy kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue, fighting you for dominance, but eventually giving in to you when you bit his bottom lip, a throaty groan escaping his mouth.

You pulled away slowly and looked up into his blue eyes that had darkened. You knew exactly what that meant, even though you’d never seen him look at anyone that way.

You hitched your leg over his, now straddling his lap, placing your lips back onto his. His hands were placed firmly on you butt, occasionally squeezing your cheeks and pulling you closer to him as the kiss got deeper and deeper until you were making out on the couch, something you never thought you’d ever be doing with Harrison.

After a few more minutes he pulled away and pulled his shirt off. You followed suit, pulling yours off as well, before reconnecting your lips to his. He reached up, grabbing your breasts gently. You were happy you hadn’t left your bra on, his hands felt so good on your bare skin. You moaned softly into his mouth.

“Mmm, I want you {y/n}” he said softly, almost in a whisper

“I want you too” you said breathlessly

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his bedroom, not wanting to do anything naughty on the couch that you shared with Tom, that would be awkward.

Once in his room, he laid you down the bed and immediately pulled off your shorts, pulling your panties off with them, then removing his basketball shorts and boxers. You were practically dripping with anticipation, and so far the only thing he’d done was kiss you and softly touch your boobs.

He hovered over you, kissing you softly before kissing down your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“Something wrong?” He asked

“No, I just really need you, you’re driving me crazy” you said breathlessly.

He smirked at you and reached down to rub you softly causing you to moan. He lined himself up to your center and pushed in slowly.

You groaned a bit, adjusting to him, it had been a while, and he was bigger than the others. You didn’t mind though. Eventually you adjusted and it started to feel good, but you knew it could feel better.

“Harrison, move” you said softly.

He bit his lip and started pushing in further, eventually bottoming out.

“so tight…” he groaned softly as he starters thrusting in and out of you.

“Feels so good” you moaned before pulling him down for another kiss.

His lips felt so good on yours, you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. You allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment before biting his bottom lip, tugging on it gently, making him chuckle.

He continued thrusting into you, eventually finding your sweet spot. He repeatedly hit that area causing you moan a little too loudly.

“Harrison, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Both of you were suddenly in a brain fog. The only thing you could think of was each other and finally going over the edge.

He continued thrusting deeply, causing you to grip the sheets. “I’m so close!” You moaned

“Me too” he groaned

With a final few thrusts, you both hit your highs at the same time, moaning each other’s names through deep breaths.

He collapsed beside you and as the two of you caught your breath you heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the fuck? I leave you two alone for a week and you hook up with each other?” You heard Tom’s voice. You had totally forgotten that he’d be coming home today.

You frantically started to cover up with Harrison’s blankets, blushing bright red at the idea of your best friend catching you fucking your other friend.

“Sorry mate, you should’ve know this would happen eventually” Harrison said chuckling.

Tom just rolled his eyes “if you do it again while I’m home try to be quieter” he said chuckling.

As he walked away, shutting Harrison’s door on the way out, you felt Harrison kiss your forehead.

“We’ll definitely be doing that again” he said chuckling

You giggled and kissed him softly “then we better be quiet or Tom might kick us out”

He chuckled and held you close to him “I’d like to see him try”

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi! If you're comfortable, can you write a fic where Tom and Y/n goes to dinner at his parents and Tom like slaps Y/n ass in front of everyone, like it's kinda habit of his so it just happened. I'm sorry I'm not really good at explaining 😅

Hello! I hope I got your request right. Enjoy!

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𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Embarrassment, teasing, mild suggestiveness.

Summary → Tom embarrassingly slaps your ass at a family dinner, leading to laughter and scolding.

You and Tom had always been the couple who teased and played around, never really taking yourselves too seriously. Tom had a habit of slapping your ass whenever he could—whether you were doing the dishes, bending over to tie your shoe, or just walking past him in the hallway. It was second nature to him now, something that came almost unconsciously. But today, as you and Tom spent the afternoon at his parents' house for dinner, things took an unexpected turn.

The dining table was buzzing with conversation, laughter, and the sound of utensils clinking against plates. Tom’s parents, his brothers, and even Rosie seemed content after a filling meal. Dessert was the only thing left, and you offered to get it.

“I’ll get the dessert,” you said, pushing your chair back. “Nikki, sit down, relax. You’ve been working hard all day.”

Nikki smiled warmly. “Oh, thank you, darling. You’re a gem.”

You got up and headed toward the fridge, giving Tom a quick glance as you passed him. He caught your eye with a small, mischievous smirk.

“I’ll help you,” Tom said suddenly, standing up and following you into the kitchen area. His brothers exchanged looks, already sensing something might happen.

You were wearing a tight pair of jeans today, the kind Tom couldn’t take his eyes off. They hugged your curves perfectly, and, well, he never could resist when you wore them. As you leaned down to reach the chocolate fudge Sam had made from the fridge, you felt the room's atmosphere shift.

Suddenly, smack!

A loud slap echoed through the kitchen, followed by your startled yelp. “Tom!” you exclaimed, spinning around with wide eyes, one hand immediately flying to your ass where the sting of the slap still lingered.

Tom stood there with a smirk plastered on his face, clearly proud of himself… at first. But as soon as he heard his mother’s shocked voice, that smirk vanished in an instant.

“Oh my god, Thomas!” Nikki’s voice rang out from the dining table, her tone full of disbelief. Her eyes were wide, staring directly at her son, who looked like he’d just been caught committing a crime.

Tom’s face flushed a deep shade of red as he realized what he’d done—and more importantly, where he’d done it.

You saw the panic creep into his expression as he stammered, “M-Mum, I— I didn’t— I just— I wasn’t thinking!”

Nikki shook her head, looking half-amused and half-horrified. “Clearly you weren’t! Thomas Stanley Holland, have you lost your mind? In front of your whole family?”

Dom, Tom’s dad, just shook his head, suppressing a chuckle as he gave Tom a disappointed look. “What were you thinking, lad?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking!” Tom’s voice cracked a little, now fully mortified. His brothers, on the other hand, had completely lost it. Harry and Sam were doubled over in laughter, struggling to breathe as they watched their older brother squirm under the weight of embarrassment.

“Nice one, Tom!” Harry wheezed, slapping the table. “In front of Mum and Dad? Brilliant!”

Sam chimed in, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Mate, I’m never letting you live this down. Ever.”

Tom turned back to you, his face a mix of apology and desperation. “Babe, I didn’t mean to, I swear! You just— You looked so good, and I wasn’t thinking, I promise!”

You shot him a look of death, your lips pressed into a tight line. “You’re dead, Tom. Absolutely dead when we get home.”

Nikki, still wide-eyed, glanced over at you, her voice soft and concerned. “Are you okay, love? That sounded like it hurt.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you replied, trying to hide your smile. “It’s just… well, Tom being Tom.”

“That’s no excuse!” Nikki scolded, her eyes flicking back to Tom. “You need to behave yourself!”

Tom buried his face in his hands, groaning loudly. “Mum, stop! I already feel bad!”

“I should make you feel bad!” Nikki said, crossing her arms. “Honestly, Thomas, in front of the whole family.”

Dom chuckled under his breath. “At least it wasn’t in public, eh?”

Tom glared at his dad. “Not helping, Dad!”

Eventually, the laughter died down, and dessert was finally served. But even then, you could see Tom squirming in his seat, shooting you nervous glances every few minutes. The threat you’d given him hung in the air like a dark cloud, and you could tell he was dreading whatever you had planned for him later.

After dinner, as you both finally got in the car to head home, Tom wasted no time pleading his case. “Babe, seriously, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything, I swear! It just— it just happened!”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you turned to face him. “Oh, it just happened, huh?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes! You know how I am— it’s like a reflex or something! I didn’t even think about it, I just saw you, and…” He trailed off, realizing how bad his explanation sounded.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning in slightly. “Tom, if you ever slap my arse in front of your family again, I will end you.”

Tom gulped, eyes wide as he nodded rapidly. “Got it. No more arse slapping in front of the family. Ever.”

You held his gaze for a long moment before finally cracking a small smile. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Tom’s face lit up with relief as he grinned, reaching out to take your hand. “I knew you wouldn’t stay mad at me.”

“Who said I’m not mad?” You teased, pulling your hand away and crossing your arms again. “I’m just saying you’re lucky.”

Tom let out a dramatic whine, his head falling back against the seat. “Ughhh, babe, come on! I said I’m sorry!”

You smirked, looking out the window. “We’ll see if you’re forgiven when we get home.”

Tom groaned again, but the grin tugging at his lips gave him away. Even though you’d threatened his life multiple times that evening, he knew he’d be forgiven. Eventually.

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[samslvrgirl]

Waitress - pt 1. Bad Baby Pie

Pairing: doctor!Sam x Reader

Summary: Y/N, a struggling waitress trapped in an abusive marriage, finds out she is suddenly pregnant. While in her appointment to make sure she is, she meets Dr. Sam Winchester, her new doctor since her old one is on vacation.

Characters(in this chapter): Reader, Lisa Braeden, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester, Gordon Walker, and Bobby Singer(mentioned) No Sam in this chapter. (in the next one)

Word Count: 2,028

Warnings: Language, emotional abuse, pregnancy, (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: This is my first story so please be advised that it's not the greatest.

An oven opens, a pair of hands remove a baked pie to cool, only to add another to bake as well.

Making pies has always relaxed Y/N, putting her in a zen-like state. All her troubles float away and it’s just her and her pies.

“Honey, You’ve put it off long enough.”

Looking up, Y/N sees her two co-workers and friends, Jo and Lisa.

“What?” she replies.

“You know what.” They both said at the same time.

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“Negative. Negative. Come on, negative… Come on!” Lisa rambles on.

All three women are huddled in the small employee bathroom, waiting on Y/N’s pregnancy test.

“Dear Lord above, please protect our Y/N from the hell of unwanted pregnancy.” Jo says while pacing back and forth, her hands in prayer.

“I don’t need no baby. I don’t want no trouble. I just wanna make pies. That’s all I wanna do. Make pies.” Y/N anxiously says.

“I thought you don’t even sleep with your husband anymore? Lisa questioned.

“He got her drunk one night.” Jo quickly says.

“Got me drunk. I should never drink. I do stupid things when I drink, like sleep with my husband!”

She gasps.

“Oh no…It looks like a pink line is forming…shit..!”

“One line or two lines. One line or two lines!?” Lisa frantically says.

“Two lines! The control line and the other line. The bad line, the yes line!” Y/N starts to freak out. Not wanting what she thinks is happening.

Lisa rushes up to Y/N, swiping the test out of her hand.

“Let me see that now…Two lines. Two definite lines. No mistaking them.”

The women all look at each other. A bit horrified. Then, there’s a knock on the bathroom door.

“What’s going on in there? We have customers! Where are my waitresses?” Dean, the manager, yells out behind the door.

“Hold your balls straight Dean! Y/N ain’t feeling well” Lisa answers back.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“None of your business, ya blowhard!”

“Nothing, Dean! I’m fine. We’ll be right out.” Y/N quickly ending the confrontation.

“Hurry UP!” Dean yells back.

They wait a minute, for Dean to walk away. Lisa and Jo both look at Y/N. Her eyes are closed, deep in thought. “Honey, you okay?” Jo asks Y/N.

“Shh…I’m inventing a new pie in my head. Tomorrow’s blue plate special.” She softly says.

A quiche is being made. Scrambled eggs, ham and cheese are quickly poured, then blended into a crust.

“I’m calling it,’I Don’t Want Gordon‘s Baby Pie’.”

“I don’t think we can put that on the menu board, hon.” Jo says.

“Then I’ll just call it,’Bad Baby Pie’.”

“What’s in it, honey” Lisa asks. “It’s a quiche of egg and brie cheese with a smoked ham center.”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Y/N opens her eyes. She stares off into the distance, spacing out.

“I ain’t never gonna get away from Gordon now.”

Finishing the rest of their shifts, Y/N, Jo, and Lisa sit outside on a bench in front of their workplace, Bobby’s Pie Diner. Y/N is carefully wrapping a slice of pie in tin foil while Lisa smokes a cigarette, offering to pass it to Y/N for her to drag.

“Want it?” Lisa asks.

“No, are you crazy? Can’t have no cigarette. I’m having a stupid damn baby. So, if I’m smoking, she’s smoking.”

“She?” Lisa asks. “How do you know it’s a girl?”

“Boy. girl, whatever. Anyway, Gordon don’t let me smoke. He’s coming any second to pick me up.”

Y/N was miserable in her marriage. She thought she was stupid to marry young, thinking Gordon and her were young in love, but that wasn’t the case. He ended up controlling everything. From her own finances, to not owning anything at all. Everything was his, not hers.

“You gonna tell him?” Jo quietly asks. Knowing Gordon, it’s a death trap for her and her child.

“Not sure. If my plan comes true and I can make my big escape from him in a couple months, maybe he never has to know.” Y/N said.

“Are you sure it’s his child?” Lisa suddenly asks. Y/N looks at her shocked, her mouth in awe.

“You know everything I do. I ain’t never cheated. I’d never do that.” She answers back defensibly. “No, you’d just run away from him without any warning, abandoning him forever.” Jo says.

“That’s different from cheating. That’s escaping to Lebanon where that big pie bake-off is held, then winning the prize money, and starting a fresh new life for myself.” Starting a new life is just what she needed. Her original plan that is, but now she is having a baby. A baby she was stuck with.

“I feel sorry for you, Y/N. I mean, I’d do anything to meet a man, and Lisa’s husband is a downright senile fruit cake…” Jo starts off. “JO!?” Lisa yells out, cutting Jo off mid-sentence. “Well, I’m sorry, it’s true. But now, here you are, married to this handsome guy…”

“Who’s got a very good smile…” Lisa jumps in.

“Who’s got a very good smile…” Jo agrees. “And pregnant with a little girl.” “We don’t know if it’s a girl.” Y/N butts in. “But neither one of us would trade places with you for one second. Would we, Lisa?”

“No, we wouldn’t Jo. No we wouldn’t. Except just once in my life, I’d like to make a pie half as good as Y/N can make a pie” “Yeah, me too.” Jo mutters wistfully.

“Oh come on. So what if I can make a decent pie. Who cares?” Y/N doubtfully says. Pies did in fact bring a great deal of comfort and a piece of mind in her times of need, but she didn’t see how it has affected others around her. They’re just pies.

“Your pies are magic.” Jo perks up. “You don’t have no self-esteem.”

“Look at this, Y/N.” Lisa started. She pulls her jacket slightly open, “As you can plainly see, my right boob is much higher than my left boob.” Lisa closes her jacket, now pointing her hand out to Jo. “Jo here has pasty,pasty skin. I’m stuck in a marriage to Drooling Phil, the invalid, and Jo eats TV dinners alone, but we still wouldn’t rather be you, Y/N.”

“I do have pasty, pasty skin…” Jo says, ashamed. Just then, they hear honking. Gordon, pulling his black Buick up. He’s honking non-stop. “Yeah, I know you’re here…” Y/N says under her breath. “See you tomorrow, honey.” Jo says as Y/N stands up from her seat. “Good luck. If you do tell him you’re having a-” Lisa begins as Y/N gathers her belongings. Y/N shushes her, not wanting her husband to overhear. Gordon, who is alongside them in his car, rolls down the window. “Hey!” He shouts out over his loud music. “Hi.” She replies quietly while walking around to the passenger’s side. “Hiya Gord! We all just agreed that your smile is super attractive. Hooray for you!” Lisa jokingly says. Both Jo and her woo-hooed at the same time, but Gordon doesn’t respond and speeds off as soon as Y/N settles in the car.

“I don’t care if she is a pie genius, I wouldn’t trade places with her.” Jo says to Lisa as they watch the car drive away. “No, me neither.” Lisa agrees.

Gordon, driving, glances at Y/N for a second, who's sitting with her hands folded in her lap. "You don't look happy to see me." He bluntly says. "Aren't you happy to see me?" "Yes, I'm happy to see you. I even brought you a piece of today's special, Kick in the Pants Pie. Cinnamon spice custard." She replies with a fake smile. Gordon has no response. "You didn't give me a kiss." Silence. "Give me one!" Y/N hurries to to lean over to kiss him on the cheek. "That's more like it." He smirks. "Where's the money you made today?" "Right here, in my pocket." "Well now, hand it over." She takes the money out of her pocket and hands it to him, while trying hiding her smile. The rest of her money is in her bra, hidden away. "Not much here, is there?" He questions.

"Slow day, you know." Gordon then puts the money in his own pocket. "You've been having more and more and more of those. I'm really not sure it's worth you working there anymore." He says. That's the last thing she needs right now, him trying to take away the once source to run away. To a better life. "I think I might rather have you be at home, making ME pies all day long. Me and me alone." He continues.

"I don't like those girls. Or your boss." "Yeah, I know.." There's a slight pause.

"You didn't ask me how my day was." He complains. Here we go again. The same routine. Over and over. Y/N was sick of it. "How was your day?" She asks, in a monotone voice, already tired. "Ask me like you care about it." Y/N sighs. She turns her head towards him, and in a fake caring and sweet voice, "How was your day, Gordon?" "...Well you know. Johnson was on my case again. About the mortgages and everything. But I can't control the policies of the bank, and I told him that. But he doesn't listen..."

As Gordon rants and complains, Y/N shuts her eyes, in deep concentration. ' I Hate My Husband Pie'. You take bittersweet chocolate and don't sweeten it. You make it into a pudding and drown it in caramel'

"You're not listening to me!" Gordon suddenly shouts, breaking her train of thought. "Yes I am." She flusteredly says. "What did I say?" "You were bitching about Mr.Johnson." “But what were my exact words?” “I can’t repeat them verbatim.” “You don’t listen to me! Hurts my feelings. Say you’re sorry so I can let you out of this car so you can start on my dinner.” Without missing a beat,“I’m sorry, Gordon, for not being able to to repeat your words verbatim. It’s something I should be able to do.” She really didn’t mean this. I mean, who the hell can? “Whenever I need it?” He asks. “Whenever you need it.” “Okay, then.” The car pulls up in the driveway, in front of a modest, depressing house. Small, without any charm.

Y/N and Gordon sit at their dinning table, eating a spaghetti pie that she had made for dinner. Y/N has barely touched the food on her plate.

“You look handsome tonight, Gordie.” Y/N suddenly says.

" Thank you honey. It’s been a long time since you called me Gordie, I like it.” He slightly chuckles, going back to eat his dinner. “And you look pretty tonight. Maybe a little tired is all. You’re not eating your spaghetti pie, Why not?”

Y/N was too nervous to eat, wanting to ask him about the bake-off she had mentioned to Jo and Lisa. In reality, asking for money was to hurry the process of leaving. “Because I’m…I’m thinking I want to borrow some money from you.”

“My answer to that, of course, is no.”

“There’s a big pie bake-off in Lebanon in a couple of months and I’d like to go.”

“And my answer to that, of course, is no.” He repeated.

“Prize money is pretty good.” She says, trying to convince him.

“Why do you need money? I give you everything you need, don’t I?” He questions.

“Absolutely.” “You want for nothing, don’t you?” She really wanted the money, but not for nothing.

“Yes Gordon, I want for nothing.” Not wanting to argue, she quietly stops talking. There’s no point. “You’re pies aren’t bad. But what’s so important about that when you got me to take care of?” Gordon says, putting her in her place, manipulated.

‘Good point, Gordon.”

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[sunkissedpages]

instead of you [part fifty-eight] || th

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

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

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.1k

Sam barely bat an eye when you told him where you were going. 

“Okay, be safe,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. 

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to you? You wanted to ask him just that, but you were afraid of creating another rift between the two of you. Sam had said he wasn’t ready to talk about it so you shouldn’t push, right? But was it wrong to keep leaving like this?

Going back and forth with yourself was only wasting time and Tom was still waiting for you downstairs. Fuck it. 

You grabbed a spare room key from the dresser, shoved it in the pocket of your dress, and left without another word before you could change your mind. 

Tom was right where you left him, leaning against the wall by the elevator hub. He grinned when he saw you. 

“Thought you’d never escape.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you let him lead you through the lobby by the hand. You were still wary of people seeing you together but the lobby was seemingly empty. 

“Sam didn’t care. It was me who took forever.”

Tom paused, letting go of your hand as he gave you a concerned once over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it. So, where are we going?”

He frowned, but only momentarily, quickly covering it up with a smile. “I- okay, um... remember how you said we don’t do ‘couple stuff’?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought maybe I could take you somewhere where we can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you on a date, silly.”

“Really? Where?” When he didn’t answer, you groaned. “You and your stupid surprises.”

“It’s more fun this way and you know it,” he insisted, tugging you along by the hand.

“I like being prepared,” you argued. 

He grinned. “So be prepared for a good time.”

The drive wasn’t far at all this time but you were confused when he pulled into a crowded lot. You were even more confused when he didn’t turn off the car or more to get out of it. 

You turned to him in confusion. “Tom?”

“Y/n?” he parroted. 

“Where are we?”

“We’re on our date.”

“Yes, but where?”

“Did you not see the sign when we turned in?” You shook your head. He grinned. “It’s a drive-in.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think no one’s getting out of their car?” 

“I didn’t really notice, to be honest.”

“Too distracted by your hot date?” 

You didn’t spare him a reaction. “How’d you find this place?” 

“I did some research the other night,” he explained, “when you, you know, we talked about it. I figured this is about as close as we could get to a real date. At least right now.”

“That’s… really thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “Nah, it’s nothing, really.” 

“Well I was going to kiss you, but if it’s nothing—”

“No, no. I want the kiss. Give me my kiss.”

You chuckled, relenting as you leaned in. He met you halfway over the center console and kissed you sweetly. It was short but eager, just enough to leave you wanting more. 

You had to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. Sure, Tom was showing interest in you now, but what about when this was all over? Would he want to do long-distance? Did he want to date you at all? You had been telling yourself that it was just sex all this time but now you were on a date... but what did it mean? You could just ask but you were scared to ruin the moment, ruin whatever it was that was actually going on. 

You’d been asking yourself the same questions for weeks now and the scary thing was, it seemed like Tom was serious about you. He had all but said it outright to you. And here he was taking you on a fucking date. It was you who kept pushing back. You told yourself it was because of Sam, but if you were being honest with yourself that was only half of it. You were afraid of getting hurt. You had never been in a real relationship before for that very reason. Well, that and you liked being single. It seemed favorable considering the dating pool of your university. 

“So, what movie are we seeing?” you asked, exhaling deeply to try and physically release the stress you’d been holding. 

Tom pursed his lips, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Um, Spider-man: Far From Home.”

“You took me to see your own movie?”

“It’s what they were showing! I had nothing to do with it, like they’re in the middle of a marathon. Last week they showed Spider-man: Homecoming.”

“Seems awfully convenient,” you mused. 

“Trust me, I know. I thought I was losing my mind when I looked at their website earlier.  But I promise I had nothing to do with it. You really think I’m so tacky I’d take a date to my own film? I mean, if I was going to do that I’d at least start with the first one.”

You made a face. “What do you mean, the first one.”

“Oh, Far From Home is the second in the trilogy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “We’re not even watching the first one? How am I going to know what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you! That’s one of the nice things about drive-ins, no one cares if you’re talking through the whole movie. The second one is the best one anyway.”

“Will I be able to follow the plot at all? You know I’ve never even seen a Marvel movie, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have taken you to a Marvel movie if there was something else playing, but there’s only the one lot. The plot isn’t that complicated, you’ll still be able to enjoy it.”

“If you say so.”

Tom smirked. “I do say so. I think you’ll like it, actually.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, I hear the lead actor is pretty good-looking.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Oh yeah, Zendaya is in this, right?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” you quipped. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making you laugh.

“What are we doing here, then?”

“We’re on our date!”

“But we could leave.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to get into my pants on the first date,” you scoffed. 

“I don’t have to try,” Tom pointed out. “I was already successful before our date. Many times, actually.”

“I was there, you don’t have to remind me.”

“Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes through a grin. “Positive.”

“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you assured him, leaning over the center console to nudge his shoulder. 

You stayed there, shoulders resting against each other. He looked over and smiled at you before reaching for your hand and taking it in his. He lifted his other hand to check his watch. 

“The movie starts in about ten. I know they have a concession stand but if you want snacks you’ll probably have to be the one to get them. I can give you the money, obviously, I just can’t…”

“Leave the car,” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’ll go see what they have,” you decided. Tom handed you his wallet but you didn’t take it. “It’s on me. You bought the movie tickets.”

“You know I’m in this movie, right? You don’t have to worry about splitting the cost of everything.”

“I know, just, let me do this.”

Tom held his hands up in surrender and pocketed his wallet. “Fine, fine. Can you get me a beer?”

“Sure. Any kind in particular?”

“Whatever they have is fine. I’m not picky.”

You nodded and stepped out of the car, smoothing your dress out in case it had ridden up. You stood on your tip toes and craned your neck to try and find the concession stand above all of the cars. 

Luckily, there was a big neon sign that read CONCESSIONS with an arrow pointing to a kiosk that was presumably sitting underneath it. 

You wove inefficiently through the parking lot over to the sign, sighing when you spotted the long line. It was moving pretty fast so you didn’t have to wait very long and by the time you made it to the front, you still hadn’t decided what to get. 

The woman behind the counter looked bored and impatient so naturally, you panicked. 

“Hi, um can I please get a medium popcorn and two Nerds Ropes?”

“Anything to drink?”

Your eyes flicked to the menu overhead but all of the options seemed to blend together in an unintelligible jumble. “Uh, a water bottle and a peach High Noon, please. And what kind of beer do you guys have?”

She listed off a handful. You chose the first one you recognized and hoped it was one Tom wouldn’t mind too much. You waited as she ID’ed you and rang you up, dropping a couple of bills in the tip jar when she handed you your change. 

You had stupidly declined a tray so you had to very precariously carry everything back to the car in your arms. It was one of those establishments that took the caps off of bottled drinks and opened cans before you were allowed to leave the counter which meant you had to be extra careful with how you balanced things so that nothing would spill. 

“You good?” Tom asked, watching you struggle with everything. “I’d help, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of not going to get the stuff in the first place.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. 

He didn’t look convinced but it wasn’t like he could do anything but watch so he didn’t comment further until you were seated again. 

“What’d you end up getting?”

“Well, popcorn.”

“It’s not a movie without it.”

“Exactly,” you agreed and handed him the bucket. “And I got us a water to share and some Nerds Ropes, I hope you like those.”

“Love em.”

“And then I got myself a High Noon and I got you a Heineken. I’m sorry, I blanked when she told me all of the types of beer they served and chose the first one I knew.”

“It’s okay! I told you I’m not picky. Heinekins are fine, babe, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Tom chuckled and took a sip from the bottle as if to prove to you that he liked them. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t they be? Do you have something against Heinekins?”

You made a face. “Bad memories.”

“Mm, I see. In that case, I won’t offer you any.”

“Thank you. Did you want to try some of my drink?”

“Sure, what’d you say it was?”

You passed it to him. “A High Noon. Have you never had one?”

“No, I don’t usually go for seltzers.” You watched him take a sip, laughing when he made a similar face to the one you had made just a few moments prior. “Oh god, the bubbles hurt.”

“How big of a sip did you take?!”

“A regular-sized sip! The carbonation is just a lot!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You do realize that’s my job, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “You just enjoy your drink and I’ll enjoy mine.”

“Gladly.”

Just then, the parking lot’s overhead lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting the station to which to tune your car’s radio. Tom fidgeted with the dial until it was tuned to the right frequency. 

“Welcome to Aloha Drive-In’s adult-only feature film of the night! We have late-night showings for ages eighteen and up every weekday.”

“What makes it adults-only?” you asked aloud. “Is this the extended version of Spider-man where he fucks Gwen?”

“They serve alcohol,” Tom explained. “Something with the licensing prevents them from offering it during regular showings. Also, it’s MJ in this version.”

“Oh.”

“I can give you the extended version when we get back later, though.”

“What, are you going to eat me out while you hang upside down or something?”

He grinned. “If you want me to.”

“Please stay in your car for the duration of the film unless you need the restroom or concessions. In case of emergency...”

You listened to the rest of the spiel in silence, snacking lightly on what you’d bought until the Marvel logo showed up on the screen. You recognized some of the actors flashing behind the letters but could only make a few connections to what characters they played. You nudged Tom’s shoulder when the familiar red and blue suit popped up, feeling a strange sense of pride as you watched the Tom on-screen catch a shield. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, gauging your reactions. It was hard to follow along with the plot since you hadn’t seen the first Spider-man or the other twenty-something MCU movies that preceded it. Tom helped fill in the gaps when he noticed you looking confused. 

You had to admit that it was a pretty funny movie, even though you didn’t have a lot of context as to what was going on.  You also had to admit that Tom looked good. The Peter Parker thing was really doing it for you. You weren’t used to hearing his American accent and you were surprised at just how convincing it sounded. 

The only other movie you had seen of Tom’s was the one you watched on the plane to Hong Kong, and you couldn’t even hear his actual voice in that one. You hadn’t ended up finishing it, either. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

Your eyes widened as the blonde woman on the screen commanded Peter to strip. Tom laughed at your expression. 

“I thought you said this wasn’t the porn version,” you mumbled. 

He chuckled. “Jealous, baby?”

You nodded. “She’s so pretty. Did you get to kiss her?”

Tom’s face fell. 

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“Just watch!”

“Fine.”

You did, watching with curiosity as Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. You couldn’t help but focus on Tom’s bare thighs, squeezing your own together as you stared at them. Tom’s gaze fell to your lap when caught the movement of your legs. 

“Are you cold?”

“Um, a little,” you lied. 

You were in fact, not cold at all. You were actually feeling a little warm. 

“Here,” Tom said, reaching behind him to grab something. It was a blanket, and he draped it over your legs. “Don’t worry, it’s not the same one from the beach.”

You nodded in appreciation, grateful that he had clarified that it was a clean blanket and not the one that had been laid down in the sand and had sex on top of from the night before. 

Tom kept a hand on your thigh even after he’d situated the blanket on your lap. 

“Warming you up,” he explained before you could ask.

You were a little suspicious of his true intentions but he wasn’t moving his hand and he had gone back to watching the movie so you let it go. 

The snacks you bought lasted you throughout the majority of the film. Once you’d finished them, you put the candy wrappers in the empty popcorn bowl and placed it on the floor of the car so that you could lean across the center console and rest your head on Tom’s shoulder. He met you halfway to make it less uncomfortable for you. It was a little awkward, trying to position yourselves in a way that felt natural.

Your suspicions about Tom’s hand were of course proved correct when you felt it begin to inch upward. Your thighs parted automatically for him before you could process what was happening. It was pathetic how responsive your body was to him. 

“I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at you all night,” he confessed. “Look so fucking pretty in this dress.”

“You should try harder,” you teased, reminding him of when you had to kick him under the table at dinner with his family.

“You’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he insisted.

“No, because I have self-control.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your panties.

You sucked in a breath, physically holding yourself back from arching into his touch. 

“This isn’t affecting you at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“What about this?”

You knew he could feel how wet you were getting. It was pointless to lie. But even as he pulled your underwear to the side and teased you by putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you, you wouldn’t admit it. 

“This is doing nothing for you?” Tom prodded, curling his finger in a little deeper. 

You gasped and gripped the car door handle, nervously checking your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being watched. Tom had parked in the back of the lot so there was no one behind you. Everyone else seemed zoned in on the movie playing like they were supposed to be.  

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you. 

“Feeling nothing,” you lied. 

Tom tongued his cheek in annoyance even though it was clear you were just fucking with him. 

“You’re such a brat.”

“You already knew that.”

He sighed. “That’s true.”

You were both quiet for a couple of beats, letting Peter and Mj’s dialogue fill the silence. Tom’s finger was still halfway inside of you under the blanket and your dress and you had to try very hard not to think about it. 

You hadn’t been paying attention to the film for the past several minutes so deducing what was happening presently was impossible. But then onscreen Tom took his shirt off and the plot seemed suddenly irrelevant. 

Beside you, Tom laughed. 

“What?” you mumbled absentmindedly, not looking away from the version of him that had his tits out. 

“You clenched around my finger when I took my shirt off.”

“What, I did not!”

“Love, I could feel it. I can still feel it, actually.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you sunk down in your seat, which coincidentally pushed Tom’s finger deeper inside of you, making you whimper. 

“It’s not my fault!” you cried before he could say anything. “Obviously I’m going to be turned on by seeing you half-naked!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he assured you, voice full of amusement. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. Quite flattered, actually.”

“You’re such a dick.” 

He leaned over to whisper in your ear even though you were sitting right next to each other and no one else could hear your conversation. “And I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty nice one too. What do you say we get out of here?”

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