#tom hollan spiderman

[justin-russos]

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[freshthoughts2020]

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[mediocre-daydreams]

Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)

here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request <;33

'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

peter parker x gn! reader

inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)

notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)

w/c: 2.1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.

“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”

peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”

your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”

“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”

“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”

peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!

“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.

“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”

“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.

but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.

peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”

you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.

you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.

digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.

“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.

“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.

“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face. 

peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.

oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.

“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.

“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.

you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.

peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?

“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.

“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh. 

peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.

you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.

“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.

“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.

“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.

“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”

“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”

you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks. 

“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.

“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”

“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.

you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”

he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.

“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.

“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.

“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?” 

peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.

his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.

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[pretentious-clownery]

aunt may is gonna die isn’t she

[sleepparalysisdemon112]

Question

Summary: Peter Parker had an obvious crush on you, so you decide to ask him for help in class

No warnings pure fluff

Request box open pls give me ideas!

You knew how it worked; you knew how to solve the equation but what fun was that when there was a very smart and handsome boy who had been stealing glance sat you all class. 

“Hey, Parker,” he whirled his head up towards the seat beside him where you sat. “Uhm, yes?” you smiled, and he blushed, “If you don’t mind... can you help me with this? I don’t really understand it.” 

“Oh yeah, uhm of-course,” he smirked, and you moved slightly closer putting your paper on his desk, “Uhm ok so-” you weren’t really listening to anything he said after that, just admiring the outline of his jaw and the way he began rambling and his cheeks heated every time he noticed you staring so intensely. 

You thought it was adorable how he couldn’t hold eye contact and was just trying to ignore the fact you were taking in every feature of him you could in the slim time you had left in this class.

“You have really nice eyes,” You had your chin resting on the palm of your hand and you were making your best pleading eyes, just to cause more of a reaction out of the flustered boy.

“W-what?” he smiled- completely caught off guard by the sudden compliment. 

“Your eyes- they are nice,” you repeated gazing directly into them before he could look away. 

“Oh- uh thank you.” the red of his face made you giggle, “I know how to do this I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. You’re not very good at hiding your stares you know,” 

“I uhm-” he looked just about on the verge of puking, and you laughed once more, “It’s ok I like you too,” in an instant his eyes went wide, and a gleam appeared in the chocolate of them. “Really?” he spoke too loud, and a couple of students looked your way.

“Yes, I wouldn’t lie.” then the bell rang, and you knew it was time to go, “Would you mind if I sat by you and Ned at lunch?” 

you grabbed your bag and so did he the two of you standing up at the same time, “No-no of course not!” you giggled once more and began walking off, “See you later Parker,”

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

(🎶 means song fic)

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First period

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Feeling faint

Summary: Your brothers comfort you after you faint at Tom's wedding. - Holland Family X Holland!Reader, Harrison Osterfield X Platonic!Holland!Reader

Slopes

Summary: On vacation you get hurt, Harrison comforts you while waiting for your brothers. - Holland Family X Holland!Reader, Harrison Osterfield X Platonic!Holland!Reader

Alphabetically challenged

Summary: Dyslexia sucks, but it's funny when you put two dyslexic's together and ask them to do vocabulary homework. - X Sister!Reader

Sick

Summary: You get sick while flying to visit your brothers who are in state. - Holland Family X Holland!Reader, Harrison Osterfield X Platonic!Holland!Reader

Too Young

Summary: You want to watch Cherry but it's rated R. - X Sister!Reader, Holland Family X Holland!Reader

Movie Night

Summary: after Cherry ended Tom got you for your own movie night - X Sister!Reader (part two to Too young)

Diabetic

Summary: A day at Disney with your family as a diabetic. - Holland Family X Holland!Reader

Camping

Summary: One tent, five siblings, what could go wrong? - Holland Family X Holland!Reader

Ice Cream

Summary: You interrupt tom during a zoom interview because you want ice cream. - X Sister!Reader

The Outside looking In

Summary: When the Holland Family come to visit the orphanage you live at to raise money for it. They met you. 5 months later? Your apart of the family. - Holland Family X Adopted!Holland!Reader

Cold feet

Summary: You're a little nervous about your wedding. - X Evans!Reader, Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader

Traitor

Summary: Breakups are hard, but you have the best brothers in the world to comfort you. - Holland Brothers X Sister!Reader

We'll love you no matter what

Summary: You come out to your brothers. - Holland Brothers X Pan!Sister!Reader

Checking Gravity

Summary: The reader is clumsy and the cast had some funny stories because of that. - Mcu Cast x Teen!reader

Favorite Brother

Summary: You roast your brothers after they ask who your favorite is. - Holland Brothers x Sister!Reader

The Outdoors

Summary: You have an outdoor movie night with your brothers. - Holland Brothers X Sister!Reader

The Gentlemen Test

Summary: You tested your brothers and Haz to see if their gentlemen. - Holland Brothers X Sister!Reader, Harrison Osterfeild X Holland!Reader (platonic)

Water Fight

Summary: Paddy accidentally shoots a little kid with his water gun while you guys were having a water fight. - Paddy Holland X Sister!Reader (Tom is in there too)

School Break

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You Say It's Your Birthday, Well It's My Birthday Too

Summary: You share a birthday with your older brother. - Tom Holland X Sister!Reader

Water Park Fun

Summary: It isn't summer if you don't go to a water park. - Holland Family X Holland!Reader

Always Use Protection

Summary: You should've put on sunscreen. - Tom Holland X Sister!Reader

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Being a dancer and the youngest Holland - Holland Family X Holland!Reader

Being A Young Artist And Apart Of The Marvel Cast - MCU Cast X Teen!Reader

Having a Famous Family and being new to the marvel cast - MCU Cast X Teen!Reader

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[theroleplayerchronicles]

Like/reblog if u save it, pls ♡

[konnyart]

Knowing that MCU Spiderman 3 is (for at least now, I don’t think that will be true for long) Tom’s final movie, I won’t be surprised if I see Peter getting brutally killed.

What did this boy do to deserve this

[aintmyjewelry]

i just saw someone on tiktok say all the three different spider-man movie titles technically relate back to the 3 different spider-mans and i havent known peace since

[itzparker]

tom holland x gq style lockscreens by me

like/reblog if use

[creativestalkerrs]

One last one for the road.

Spider-Man; Sony kicked me out, now I’m Homeless, can I sleep here tonight?

F in the chats boys😔✊🏽

[jaybirdtoddsblog]

Driving Instructor (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter teachers y/n how to drive

A/n: Trying writing for Peter Parker/Spiderman out! Also loosely based on my own inability to drive.

"Umm I don't know Pete," y/n says, "I really don't think this is a good idea." 

Peter was trying to teach his girlfriend- who was terrified of having the lives of others in her hands and who can't park for shit - how to drive. 

Peter gives her a reassuring squeeze. 

"Relax, baby. You'll be fine."

Y/n reluctantly takes a seat at the driver's side as Peter goes over to the passenger seat. 

"Ok, hun," he says, "what's the first thing you do?"

"Turn the engine on?"

He nods as Y/n turns the key in the ignition, jumping slightly at the sound of the engine roaring. 

"You're doing good, y/n," Peter encourages, "Now adjust your mirrors and seat."

She does exactly as he told her. Peter can't help but admire the look of sheer concentration on her face. 

"Okay," y/n breathes out, "I think I'm ready."

Peter smiles at her. "Okay, good. Put the car in drive."

Y/n moves the gear stick to the "D", and when she feels the car lurch forward, she grips the steering wheel tightly. Peter notices her knuckles whitening and her jaw clenching. He rests his hand on top of hers. 

"Baby, breathe."

Y/n inhales deeply, then exhales, giving her boyfriend a small smile. 

"Okay, when you're ready, you're going to drive out of the parking lot and turn right at the stop sign," Peter instructs her, "Don't forget your blinkers and to check you blindspot before you turn."

Y/n slowly eases her foot off the break and drives towards the parking lot exit. She does exactly what Peter tells her to do - she stops completely, flashes right, and looks both ways. 

"Yes! You're doing amazing, baby!" Peter praises her, instantly boosting her confidence. 

They drive around for a bit more - Peter gives her instructions which she executes with ease. 

Peter looks at his girlfriend with such pride in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you right now. Your driving has gotten so much bet-"

Peter's words were cut short as y/n slammed the breaks, catching him off guard. He feels his body spring forward but thankfully, his seatbelt kept him in place. 

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why'd you break?" He asks. 

Y/n's heavy breathing is the only response he gets from her. He senses she is shaken up and his eyes wander to the road in front of them. In the middle of the road, a few inches in front of the car, sat a cat licking its paws. 

Peter chuckles at the scene and decides to relieve his girlfriend from her distressed state. He places his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. She looks at him, panic and fear evident in her eyes. 

"Want me to drive us home?" Peter suggests. 

Y/n nods her head frantically, relief finally flooding through her. "Please."

[puckconnolly]

Disney, you own basically everything. You make all the money. Stop being greedy and let Sony have their share. 

Sony, you have nine Spider-people. Disney has one. Stop being greedy and let Disney keep him. 

[arielchristine16]

I hate twitter. The amount of hate I see Sony getting over this spiderman thing is stupid. I’m tired of people saying disney should have control or buy sony. DO you want Disney to become an even bigger monopoly. I’m glad sony is taking spidey back cause I dont like the mcu. I dont. The only marvel character I cared about in that universe was spidey and I refused to watch any other mcu movie just to watch the one character’s movie I cared about. The reason I never watched far from home was because of how focused it was on tony stark and spidey becoming the next stark. I hate that. I hate tony stark. Tom holland is a great spidey, I just don’t care about this universe.

The best spiderman movie is Into the Spiderverse. It’s made by sony animation. Disney had nothing to do with it except for selling merch in their stores and in the parks. I love this movie to death. It won a fucking oscar for god sakes. But people only care about peter parker. Not miles and certainly not gwen. or any other spidey that is not the peter parker they know.

The MCU is shit and I hate it. If sony would just get people and writers who love the characters and know how to write a story like the people on spiderverse, they could make a great solo spidey film again.

All these hardcore mcu stans make me hate the current nerd/comic book atmosphere even more. Everyone’s just too busy sucking disney/the russo brother’s dicks to even notice that most of the mcu movies suck.