#tom holland fanficiton

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Ring on the Brain (A Tom Holland FanFiciton)

Words: 3238

Summary: Tom has been asking to marry you, but you have some concerns. Perhaps, a trip to the ER when he is in the States will change your mind.

Disclaimer: Mild cussing, mention of blood, and lots and lots of dialogue. Also, probably a few grammar mistakes. Sorry, not sorry.

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It’s crazy how much a person could change in the matter of four years, or even two. Four years ago, you were a sophomore in college, struggling to keep up. Friends didn’t flock to you like you had expected. Turns out you have to actually talk to people to make the whole friendship thing happen, who knew? So, you were pretty lonely, but you were okay with that. Well, you did have your boyfriend, who was always needing you, leaving room for no one else in your life.

Two years ago, you were graduating college with your best friends, Sam and Harry Holland. Sam and you were partners for class that neither one of you cared for and needed Harry’s photography skills for a project, since then, the three of you were inseparable. They had just helped you get out of an abusive relationship with your now ex-boyfriend. You were absolutely thriving.

Now, you were practically a part of the Holland family. You came over to their house every Sunday for brunch, went to all of Paddy Holland’s baseball games, and were invited to every vacation. Not only that, but the eldest brother, Tom Holland, had taken a fancy to you and you to him. It kind of happened suddenly. You had just gotten out of a relationship with your ex and he had just been dumped by Zendaya, so at first it was a rebound thing. It was never supposed to be more than that, but feelings got in the way. The twins weren’t exactly happy about it, which you understood. Sam took it the hardest. He wouldn’t even look at you for a month, and even now, your friendship isn't the same. Harry on the other hand was disappointed, but supportive. 

For the last few weeks, Tom kept mentioning the idea of marriage. He was ready to tie the knot and spend the rest of his life with you, however, you weren’t quite there yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Tom, quite the contrary, that was everything you ever wanted. It was the fame that was bothering you. You weren’t sure if you could deal with him being gone for weeks at a time for filming or the constant flirting from girls. Not to mention, the never-ending invasion of privacy. There was also Sam to think about. You were just finally getting him to open up again. Did you really want to erase that progress? 

It was a sunny afternoon in the Holland’s backyard. You were sipping some lemonade in a purple lounge chair watching Paddy practice baseball with some of his friends and family. You always loved the feeling of the sun rays soaking into your skin.

“You look like you're enjoying yourself,” a voice said. You push your sunglasses to the top of your head to see who was talking. It was Harry, who was setting up a chair to sit next to you.

“I love afternoons like this. I could lay in the sun forever,” you reply, gleefully.

“Speaking of, did you ever put on the sunscreen my mom gave you?” He asked.

You knew he already knew the answer to the question, so you gave him an innocent look and said, “Oops.”

“Pfft. Americans,” he murmurs.

“Hey!” You give him a light slap on his shoulder, causing him to chuckle. “You are so quick to use the whole ‘Americans’ gimmick. You know, most Americans wear sunscreen. It’s just a me thing.” 

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you that one,” he responded. “How’s everything with Tom?”

Tom was currently filming in the States for the new Spider-Man film. It was a lot of moving around with him. You moved to London with him this past year and you have been going back and forth a lot, so you decided it was best to stay here this time to give your mind and body a rest. 

“We’re good.” You beam a smile at your friend.

“He told me about the whole marriage thing,” he revealed.

“Did he?” Harry nodded. Feeling guilty you start to say, “It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that-”

“I know. He told me that too. He understands. I don’t, but it’s whatever”

“What do you mean you don’t understand?” You ask, getting defensive.

“You’re worried about him going off for filming and the fans, which I get, but aren’t you already dealing with that? I mean look at you now. He’s in a different country filming and here you are, enjoying yourself with his family. You are already practically married to him. The only difference being a certificate.”

“But, Sam-”

“Who gives a shit about what Sam thinks. I get it, you're his friend, but he’s never going to fully be okay with you and Tom. He needs to start being your friend and get the fuck over himself and be there for you and his brother.” Harry sees the stern look you give him. “Okay, fine. Then maybe, talk to Sam about it first. He might be more open about it then.”

Looking for an escape from this conversation, you stand up and say, “I’m going inside to get another lemonade. Do you need anything?” Harry shakes his head. You turn to head to the kitchen, but a striking pain hits the side of your head and causes you to fall over.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Harry asks frantically and rushes to your side.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” The ringing in your head says otherwise.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. The sun was in my eyes,” Paddy apologizes. This is when you see the white baseball laying right next to you.

“It’s okay, Paddy. It happens. I’m alright,” you reassure him. You unsteadily stand back up.

“Let me take a look, love,” Nikki Holland, the boys’ mother, insists. She carefully moves your hair out of the way to examine your head. “It's red and already starting to swell up. We might want to take you to the hospital, just in case.”

“No, we don’t have to do all that. I’m okay,” you smile, but everyone is giving you a disapproving look. “Really, I am fine.”

“Y/N, it’s a head injury. It could be serious,” Sam interjects.

“It’s not. You don’t have to worry about me. Paddy, keep practicing. You got a mean throw.” You notice the sun is getting a bit bright for your eyes, so you put your sunglasses back on.

“Should we at least let Tom know?” Harry asks.

“No!” You demanded. “He will just get all worried for no reason. He needs to be focused right now. I’ll tell him about it once he gets home and we can all laugh about it.” They finally gave up and continued their game, but had moved further away so no one else would get hurt.

Dominic Holland, the father of the Holland boys, had grilled steak for dinner, which you loved. He always made the best steak. You were helping Nikki clean up when your headache started to pound even worse, which you didn’t even know was possible. Nikki had noticed you were now clenching to your head.

“You okay, dear?” She asked. You could feel your dinner starting to rise in your throat. Sam and Harry, who were just by the bonfire with Paddy, were now next to you.

“Gonna. Be. Sick.” You try to get the words out and rush to the trash can next to the silver grill. You start to throw up, ridding your stomach of the delicious steak. 

“Y/N, you need to go to the doctor,” Sam insists. 

“No! I fine. Me good.” You slurred out. 

“We aren’t asking,” Harry forces and grabs your arms.

“No!” You yank yourself free. You try to walk away, but your vision blurs and you are on the ground before you know it.

“Y/N!” Harry yells, his voice full of worry. Dominic and Paddy are now on the patio, watching the events unfold in front of them.

“Honey, get the car ready to go, I’ll stay here with Paddy,” Dom says to his wife. She nods in agreement.

“I want to go. After all, I’m the one who did this,” the youngest urges.

“I know, son, but it’s already going to be crowded. She’ll be alright.”

“No,” you barely manage to whisper before going out cold.

“She’s out.” Sam panics and checks for a pulse. He sighs in relief, picks you up, and carries you to the car.

Thankfully the hospital wasn’t as busy and was able to see you immediately. Nikki offered to wait in the waiting room, while Sam and Harry were with you. You were still knocked out, which seemed a bit obsessive for an apparent concussion. 

“Her CT scan showed that she has a brain hemorrhage. It’s not anything that is a huge concern yet, but if we don’t act soon, it could be more damaging. I think the safest option is surgery. We will just relieve the pressure and drain the blood in her brain.” The doctor notices the scared looks on the twins face. “It’s not as scary as it sounds. It’s not a hard surgery. We would have to shave the hair where we make the incision. Won’t even be able to tell the difference.”

“How is it a brain bleed? Our little brother threw a baseball. We just thought it would be a concussion,” Sam said.

“Well, any type of head injury could cause one. Not to mention, if she has had previous head injuries that didn’t heal properly could cause one very easily. So, would you like to do the surgery?”

“Yes, please,” Harry agreed.

“Alright, I will say it might take a bit before an OR opens up, but once it does, we will prep for surgery.” The doctor gives the boys a gentle, reassuring smile before heading out of the room. 

“Oh my god, she’s going alright, right?” Nikki worries about the news her sons just gave her.

“The doctor seemed confident,” Sam reassured.

“Poor girl. How far away is Tom? He’s probably a mess right now,” Nikki asks, causing a panicked look on Harry and Sam’s faces. “What?”

“We might’ve forgotten to call Tom,” Harry admitted.

“Oh no! I thought you guys would have informed him. He’s probably wondering about my text.” Nikki starts to dig out her phone.

“What did you say?” Sam asked.

“‘Everything is going to be alright. We are with her, hoping and praying.’” She read.

“I’m going to call him.” Harry pulls out his phone and calls his brother. A nervous gulp could almost be heard as Tom greets him.

“Enjoying staycation? Miss me already little bro?” Tom’s voice rings through his ears.

“Not exactly,” Harry replied.

“What was Mum talking about? In that weird text she sent me?” He questioned. The little brother took a deep breath.

“Don’t freak out-”

“You can’t start like that. Now, I am freaking out.”

“Shut up, you dyke and listen,” Harry urges.

“Harry!” He heard his mom yell.

“Sorry, Mum.” He takes another deep breath. “We are in the hospital. Paddy accidently hit Y/N in the head with a baseball.”

“What?” Tom’s voice is full of concern, which sends a pain to his heart. It was just then when Harry could hear voices in the background; Tom was still on set. “Is she-she going to be okay?”

“I think so, she’s going to go into surgery once a room is available,” He answered.

“Surgery? Oh no,no,no,” Harry could hear his brother’s voice cracking. He was on the verge of crying, if he hadn’t started. “I’m on my way. I will be on the first flight out.”

“Tom, I’m so sorry.” The sound of the call ending interrupted his apology. Harry turned back to his family. “He’s on the way.”

“What did he say?” Sam asked.

“Not much. He was on set, but he’s on his way.” A tear left Harry’s eye.

“Oh, sweetie” Nikki came to hug her son. “He was so worried. We should have told him as soon as it happened. We sh-should have taken her to the hospital,” Harry cried out. Sam buries his head in his hands.

“Shhh, there was no way we could’ve known” She coddles her son.

“He wants to marry her, like he’s waiting for her approval and he’s going to propose!” Harry let slip, which caught Sam’s attention. “What if he doesn’t get to now? What if we lose her? What if I lose her? She’s my best friend.”

“He wants to marry her?” Sam repeats. Harry nodded.

“Y/N was afraid of how you would react. That’s why she hasn’t given him an answer. She doesn’t want to lose you, again,” He informed his twin.

“I-I don’t want to lose her either.” Sam, feeling overwhelmed by everything, continued, “I never wanted us to fall apart or anything. It’s just, Y/N was our person. She was one thing Tom didn’t have and when she told me that she had fallen in love with him, it was like he had taken her away. It’s stupid, but it made me bitter.”

“Sam, honey, we can’t control who we love,” Nikki responded.

“I know, Mum. I’m going to go check on her.”

By the time Tom arrived at the hospital, you were well into surgery and the early sunrise was peeking from the windows.  His hair was ruffled from the many, many times he ran his hands through his curly locks. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were stained from his salty tears. He had bags underneath his eyes; he was severely jetlagged and going on the 20th hour of being awake.

“Is she-is she alright? I got here as quickly as I could. Please, please tell me she’s okay,” Tom cried. Nikki immediately hugged her.

“She should have been out hours ago,” Harry muttered, but his older brother caught it.

“Harry.” Nikki gave her son a stern look that said, “He doesn’t need to know that now.”

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” Tom continued to sob.

“She’s going to be alright,” his mom reassured him.

“When did it happen? When did she get hit in the head?” He moved away from his mother’s hug.

“Yesterday afternoon,” Sam answered, readjusting in his very uncomfortable seat. 

Tom did the math in his head and anger rose in him. “Why did you guys wait so long to tell me?”

“She told us not to. She didn’t want you to worry and she kept insisting it wasn’t that bad. She didn’t pass out till hours later,” Sam responded.

“Pass out!?” His voice thundered through the waiting room, causing a lot of strange looks.

“Tom, honey,” Nikki tried, but he didn’t want any of it.

“I could’ve been there for her,” he whispered and finally sat down. “I see now. How could I be a good husband if I can’t even be with her in the fucking hospital.”

“It isn’t your fault,” Harry comforted.

Few minutes later, the doctor came out to the waiting room, where the Hollands were aweing at a tiny black box in Tom’s hand. “Excuse me,” the doctor interrupted. The Holland family redirected their attention, anticipating news. “I’m sorry about the wait. There were some unexpected complications, but she was able to pull through. She will make a quick and easy recovery. She might be dazed and confused for a few days. I suggest she take it easy for a while.” Tom could feel the weight lift from his shoulders. Everyone took a deep breath of relief. “By any chance, are any of you Tom?”

“I am.” Tom stood up and shoved the box back in his pocket.

“When she was coming off the anesthesia, she was calling out for you. You guys are more than welcome to see her.” Sam and Harry got ready to come see you, but their mother stopped them, suggesting this should be a time for Tom to see you alone.

When Tom saw you, his heart sank. You had IVs and monitors hooked up to you and stitches on the side of your head, yet you were still the most beautiful person in the world to Tom. A weak smile instantly formed your face when you saw Tom. He slowly inched his way to you, scared if he moved too quickly he would scare you. Once he reached you, he gently moved a piece of hair in your face.

“Hey,” you say softly. He didn’t respond, but with a kiss to your forehead as joyous tears escaped his eyes. “Why are you crying?”

Tom couldn’t help but giggle at you. “I was just so scared I was going to lose you, love.”

“You thought you could get rid of me that easily,” you joked. He laughed with you.

“Do you need any water? I could maybe get you some ice chips.”

“I don’t want you to leave me,” you say, softly. 

Tom grabs your hand, “Then, I won’t go anywhere, love. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when everything went down.”

“I want to marry you,” you announced, which caught Tom off guard.

“What?”

“I want to marry you, Tom,” you repeat with more confidence.

“Oh, darling. You don’t have to make that decision right now. The doctor said you might be confused and-”

“I’m not confused,” you interrupted, sitting up more straight. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you!” Tom’s eyes glisten with love and excitement.

“Is that what you really want?” Tom asked, making sure it isn’t the drugs or the surgery that’s causing this.

“Yes, is it not what you want?”

“Yes! More than anything. You have no idea; I’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” He responded eagerly.

“Do you have the ring?” you questioned. Of course Tom had the ring. He bought it a year ago and kept it on his person for the last few weeks. He wanted to be prepared for this moment, granted he didn’t think it would be in a hospital. He even had it in his pocket at this very moment, since he was showing off the ring to his mom and brothers moments before.

“I’m not proposing to you in a hospital. You deserve better than that.” He scoffs.

“So, you do have the ring?” You investigate.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t change my answer, silly.” 

“What if that’s what I want? I want it to be official. You could propose to me in a landfill and I would say yes,” you begged. “Please.”

 You gave him the eyes. The eyes he could never resist. He gave you another kiss on your forehead. He slowly got on one knee, pulled the tiny black box out of his pocket, and exclaimed, “Y/N, today, I was terrified I was going to lose you forever. I was scared I wouldn’t get to even tell you goodbye. I never ever want to feel like that again. Now, more than ever, I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you give me the honor of marrying you?”

“Yes! A million yes!!!” You jump on him, forgetting about your IVs. “Ouch. I accidentally pulled one out.” Tom gives you a concerned look. “Oh well, it’s fine.” You lock your lips with his, anticipating becoming his wife.

[uglypastels]

Hii, I love your writing! 26 from the 50 meet cutes w/ reader X Tom please?

Yes! this is so cute!

prompt 26 - They get your attention and return your phone that fell out of your pocket. 

Blurb night! 

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It was a sunny day. You were walking in the park with your dog, enjoying one of the last days of summer. 

Suddenly, the cutest little pitbull ran by you, soon followed by their owner who was casually jogging. Their hat backward, shirt with not a single drop of sweat visible on it and shorts hanging particularly low, just showcasing the brim of the guy’s Calvin Kleins... but not that you were staring or anything.  

You would have stopped looking if you hadn’t noticed something falling out of his pocket. He hadn’t even noticed since he just kept on running. 

“Excuse me,” you said, but much too soft for him too hear. Screw you, social anxiety. 

Having seen it all go down, you couldn’t just leave the object there, so you walked over to the spot it dropped in and boy, were you glad you did. It was his phone. 

Damn it, you thought. Now you had to go over to him. A part of you was getting really uncomfortable. You had no idea what a normal way was to approach a stranger and give them their phone back. But whatever it was, you had to do it quick. That boy was fast. 

“Hey!” this time you were louder. Still no response. You decided to run after him, but who are we kidding, you hated running and you were wearing the most uncomfortable shoes to do it in too. 

“Okay, let’s try something else,” you said, out of breath, and looked down at your dog, who was happily trotting alongside you, wagging her tail. You unclasped the leash from her collar and the Doberman didn’t even hesitate to run after the man and his dog. Hearing your own dog bark, he stopped and turned around. 

You took your time to walk over, looking at how he let your dog sniff his hand before petting her. He was still enjoying the presence of the new friend when you walked up. 

“Hey,” you said softly but he heard you since he replied with a smile and a “Hi” back. 

“I uhm saw you dropping this,” you pulled the phone out of your pocket. “I found it broken like this, sorry,” you said, referring to the big crack on the screen. 

“No, it’s alright. That was already there. I tend to get really clumsy and drop my phone a lot.” he explained while taking the device back from you. For a second, your fingertips touched and you could swear you felt a shiver run through your whole body. 

“Well, thanks,” he said. You just smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you around then.” 

“Yeah, sure. I’m here almost every day.” 

“Cool, then maybe next time we can call it a date.” He winked and before you could even comprehend what the handsome stranger had said, he was off, back to running behind his dog. 

The End 

[hazandholland]

Cafe at the Corner of the Block

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1986

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and I’m sorry. University life has been kicking my butt, tbh. I just finished finals week, so I’m hoping to get some more writing in over winter break. I’m sorry if this is crap. I got the idea while watching “Numb3rs”, which I’ve recently become obsessed with, so I decided to write a Detective!Tom AU. Enjoy!

Tom growled and slammed the file down on the desk. The smack of the papers hitting the flat surface made his best friend jump. The tan-skinned man jumped, nearly spilling the coffee he held. He sighed when his nerves settled down, shaking his head.

“Come on, man,” He said, exasperated. “Don’t do that. You know that scares me.”

Tom jabbed a finger at the board that was littered in pictures, maps and red string. He was in a small briefing room in the middle of a New York City precinct. He was with his detective buddy, working on a recent mafia case. It was proving to be a tough one to crack. And it was driving Tom crazy.

“I can’t figure out where in the world they are,” he growled, clenching his jaw and putting his hands on his hips in frustration. The motion made one of the sleeves that was rolled up to his elbows slip and fall down to his wrist. He growled again and jammed the sleeve back up to his elbow before yanking a photo off the board.

“Rigelletto was here,” Tom said, shaking the photo of the dock in his hand. “That’s what Urich said. 12:03pm. That’s when he called us.”

“Yeah,” The man’s best friend said, taking a swig of his coffee. He made a face and glanced at the drink. “Did you make the coffee?”

“Yeah, why,” Tom snapped, yanking off another photo. “Then Urich said they were supposed to meet here, at Mel’s Diner at 12:30pm.”

“It’s really weak,” The man said. He set the cup down on the table.

“Shut up,” Tom said. “If I made it the way I like it, you would complain anyway.”

“Yeah,” The man said, as if it was obvious. He stood up and waddled to Tom. “Because I’m not a weirdo who likes a whole can of coffee in my cup.”

“It’s not a whole can!” Tom snapped.

“Well, it certainly tastes like it.”

“Shut up, man,” Tom groaned. He ran his fingers through his brown curls, messing them up even more. One of them fell over his forehead. He stopped and stared at the board, scanning over the information again. The other man stood next to Tom, crossing his arms and staring at the board as well.

“Maybe Rigelletto just decided to bail. Wouldn’t be uncommon. Mobsters do it all the time.”

“Yeah, but we know that Rigelletto always meets Urich,” Tom argued. “He’s never just not shown up before.”

“First time for everything,” The man said. Tom sighed.

“Where are they hiding the money,” Tom whispered, scanning the photos for the umpteenth time.

“My guess stays the same,” The other man said.

Tom groaned in irritation. “It’s not in a secret underground tunnel!”

“I got rid of that theory a long time ago. It’s obviously hidden in plain sight but the only way you can find it is if you crack the cipher hidden on the back of the Constitution.”

Tom stared at his friend.

“Jacob,” Tom said, licking his lips. “How did you become detective?”

“They liked my dashing good looks and killer wit.”

Tom snorted.

“Don’t laugh,” Jacob said, smacking Tom on the arm. “It’s rude.”

“Whatever, man,” Tom said, shaking his head. He glanced at the photos again. A moment of silence passed before Jacob nudged Tom in the arm.

“Why don’t you get some lunch or something?” Jacob suggested nonchalantly.

“I’m fine,” Tom snapped.

“Man, just take twenty minutes,” Jacob insisted.”Get something quick from the deli down the block and come right back here.”

“Why don’t you get it?”

“I’ve gotten lunch the past three weeks. Your turn.”

Tom sighed. “Give me twenty and I’ll go.”

“No,” Jacob shook his head. “It’s the deli on the corner, Tommy. Five bucks is enough for what I want.”

Tom glared at Jacob. “Don’t call me Tommy.”

Jacob rolled his eyes before fishing in his pockets to find a five dollar bill. He found one and held it out to his friend with a bright smile. “A number two with extra mayo, please.”

Tom sighed and grabbed the bill. He pulled the suit jacket off the chair next to Jacob, where Tom had been sitting earlier, and slipped over his shoulders. He checked his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone. He clipped the gold police on his belt buckle and walked to the table where his gun was sitting. He pushed the gun into his shoulder holster, instantly feeling better when the heavy, cold metal pressed against his ribs. He pulled the jacket over the holster and slipped on his aviator sunglasses. He gave Jacob a half-hearted salute before opening the door and stepping out.

“Thanks, Tommy!” Jacob shouted gleefully as soon as Tom was about to close the door. Tom stopped and wheeled around, pulling his glasses off and jabbing a finger at Jacob to make a cutting remark.

“Detective Holland,” A crisp voice said. “Out to lunch, are we?” Tom stopped and straightened immediately. He adjusted his jacket.

“Yes, sir,” Tom said politely, nodding. He glanced at the police chief. The man’s trim dark goatee outlined the smirk the man had on his face. “Do you want anything, Chief Downey?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, kid,” The police chief answered, smiling. He walked toward Tom and clapped him on the back. Tom grunted at the impact. “Ah, Detective Balaton. How are you?”

“Doing very well, Mr. Downey, sir,” Jacob answered brightly. The chief smiled.

“We’ve been over this. Call me Robert, Jacob,” The man said, smiling.

“Right, sir. Sorry, sir. I mean, Mr. Robert,” Jacob said cheerfully. Tom bit back a groan at his friend’s politeness.

“Whatever floats your boat, kid,” The chief said. He slapped Tom on the back one last time before walking down the hallway to the main area. “Avengers! Assemble!” The police chief’s voice rang throughout the large space. Tom heard a low chuckle from the other officers.

“All due respect, sir,” A voice said. “I don’t think calling ourselves The Avengers is a good idea.”

“You’re the one that came up with it, Evans.”

“In my defense, sir, I drunk.”

“Well, Commissioner Lee liked it, so we’re sticking with it.”

Tom rolled his eyes, waved again to Jacob then set out to the diner at the corner of the block.

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You sighed, pushing back the strand of hair that fell over your eye. You flashed a bright smile.

“That will be $27.74,” You said cheerfully, eyeing the man and his family. The man gave a small smile back and handed you his card. You quickly ran the payment, reading the card before handing it back. “Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Faucher. Have a good day!” When the man and his family left, holding the plastic number tab indicating their order, you glanced around, seeing if anyone needed help. There wasn’t anyone in sight, so you scurried through the swinging metal doors to the kitchen, knowing there was a large pile of dirty dishes waiting for you.

The cafe was small, but it was a decent job. Paid well, hours were good and your boss was nice. You dealt with weird people, but that came with the territory of being in New York City. And besides, you didn’t really want to make a career out of this job, anyway. You just needed something to pay the bills until you could do what you truly loved to do. You began to wash the dishes, trying to get all them spotless. A few plates in, a loud dinging rang through the kitchen. You quickly finished washing the plate you were on.

“Be right with you!” You shouted towards the front as you dried the plate. You darted through the swinging metal doors. What you saw took your breath away. It was a man. A very, very attractive man in a suit. He had brown curls that looked as if he had constantly running his fingers through them and rich brown eyes. He was leaning against the counter, his suit jacket tugging against his large biceps. You gulped, forcing a smile on your face despite the butterflies flying in your stomach.

“Hi,” You said, stepping to the register. “What can I get going for you today?” The man quickly scanned you before smiling a little.

“An order to go. For me and my friend,” He answered, with a slight accent.

You nodded. “Okay. And what would that be?”

He rattled off the order, and you almost forgot to put it into the register because he was just so good-looking. You frantically typed in the order and pushed the button to run the payment.

“That would be $10.35,” You said politely. You risked gazing into his eyes and instantly got lost. They were so rich and warm. He stared back. There was a few moments of silence before you were able to take the cash from his hand, sorted out the change and held out the coins in a shaking hand. The man shook his head, gently closing your fingers. His fingers were a little calloused and rough, but smooth and soft at the same time. They were also very warm. You felt electricity shoot up your arm at the contact.

“Keep the change,” He said, smiling a little. You smiled back and nodded, dropping the coins into the small tip jar. The coins clattered loudly.

“Thank you,” You said.

“You’re welcome,” The man paused as he scanned you again, his gaze stopping at your chest. You stiffened a little. “Y/N.” Oh, he was just reading your name tag. You relaxed a little.

“Well, you know my name,” You said. “Do I get to know yours?”

“Tom,” He answered, his accent getting thicker.

“I have to ask,” You said, instantly feeling embarrassed about what you were going to inquire.

“My accent?” The man asked, smirking.

You smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“I was born and raised in London,” Tom answered. “Never could quite shake off the accent.” He dropped his gaze and focused on the counter, running his finger in imaginary patterns over the surface.

“You were born in London?” You asked. An attractive British boy was talking to you? To you?! Oh, no way.

Tom chuckled. “Yes.” He glanced at you again. “What about you? If you don’t mind me asking, are you from here?”

You shook your head. “Just moved here a couple years ago. Decided to go to school here.”

“School?” Tom asked. You nodded. Before you could say more, the chef called out Tom’s order. You hurried to the pickup window and grabbed the brown bag holding the man’s food. You walked back to Tom, making sure to keep both hands on the bag so you wouldn’t drop it.

“Here you go!” You said cheerfully, sliding the back across the counter. Tom smiled and nodded his thanks. He grabbed the bag and his fingers brushed yours again. The touch made a shock go through your arm. Your fingers lingered there, both holding the bag, fingertips touching ever so slightly. Eventually, the two of you withdrew, albeit reluctantly.

“Actually,” Tom said, running his finger over the bag. “Do you mind if I call my friend and have him eat here with me?”

You nodded. “Yeah, do whatever you want. Fine with me.” You smiled.

Tom smiled and shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“I meant, would you be okay if I had lunch with you?” He asked. He gave you a textbook puppy-eyed look. Your heart melted. “My friend would have to join us though, since I have his food.” You blinked a few times, unsure whether you heard him right.

“You want me to have lunch with you?” You repeated.

Tom nodded. “Yeah. I’m kind of having a rough day at work and I, just, It’s been nice talking to you.”

You smiled. “Sure.”

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the siren, act i: serenity |p.p. / part 1|

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[teaser] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

SUMMARY: When merchant ships start mysteriously going missing, Tony Stark enlists the help of Peter Parker to discover what could possibly be causing them to vanish from thin air. Unbeknownst to them, some mysteries go deeper than the sea itself.

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Siren!OC

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

Peter Parker was not engaged in his modern politics class.

School was miles away. The only thing he was engaged in was the phone that had vibrated in his pocket at the beginning of seventh period. He would have gotten it confiscated if he hadn’t suavely talked his way out of the predicament. Now, the phone was burning a hole in his pocket, and his leg was bouncing out of control. Happy Hogan’s name appearing on his screen was a rare occurrence, and it sucked that it had popped up almost milliseconds before the bell rang. He stole a glance at the clock for the millionth time that afternoon and realigned his focus for the last ten minutes.

“Okay,” his teacher, Mr. Ellis, looked through his lesson plan, “We have ten minutes left, let’s briefly touch on the missing merchant ships.”

The class erupted into excitement, every student turning to each other to dive into the various theories they had heard, and some that they had come up with themselves. It was a topic of particular interest and had been dominating the news. Peter had a decent feeling the notification had something to do with it as well; this type of mystery was like candy for Mr. Stark.

“Okay! Okay!” Mr. Ellis sighed, trying to settle down his class, “Yes. It’s insane. It’s crazy. We’re not here to talk about aliens, or the Bermuda triangle, this is a politics class and I want you to tell me how this affects international relations.”

Peter wanted to zone out again, even though he knew the answer. He looked over to Ned, who was sitting across the room and rolled his eyes. The Friday blues were hanging over their heads, the weekend just a hop away.

“Attacks on trade ships have started world wars,” MJ said, she was sitting next to Ned. If there weren’t assigned seats, they would all be sitting together. In usual MJ fashion, she hadn’t not bothered to raise her hand. She shrugged at Peter and returned to her sketch.

Mr. Ellis affirmed this, “Correct. The mysterious disappearance has already caused tension. Since there is no viable evidence that this is an attack, not a whole lot can be done, and next week we’ll dive further into the problem trade relationships can cause. Have a good weekend.”

Before Mr. Ellis had finished his sentence Peter was out of his seat, packing up his notebook and laptop to leave school. He bounded out, racing towards the door in a childlike glee and whipped out his phone from his back pocket. Sure enough, there was a text from Happy waiting for him, along with a sleek black car in the front of the school. Happy Hogan leaned against it, looking unamused. He adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and opened the door. 

“You got my text, Mr. Parker?”

Peter skimmed it, Boss needs your help with an important project. Might have to stay overnight. Will pick you up from school. He nodded.

“Have you let your aunt know?”

“Will do!” he shot him an enthusiastic set of finger guns and fell into the backseat, shooting May a text to let him know what his weekend might hold.

Happy wasn’t much of a talker, and it was hard for Peter to shut up when he was bursting with excitement. He kept his mouth shut, anyways, not wanting to say anything stupid. This was the first time he had heard the phrase “important project” in all the time he had been working with Mr. Stark, and the potential was endless. It had been a painfully long month since anything interesting had happened, and even then, interesting was an understatement. Taking down Mr. Toomes, who Peter had now nicknamed The Vulture, was terrifying, but in the best way possible. He finally felt like he was doing something right. Petty theft and muggings could only fuel his need to help for so long. The responsibility he carried with his abilities seemed to grow with every day that was put in between the last time he had spoken with Mr. Stark. The fact that he had enlisted his help, he couldn’t help but be thrilled.

His phone buzzed again, a text from Aunt May.

Okay, Peter, next time maybe call and ask? I know that you haven’t been putting yourself in too much danger, but the Spider-Man thing still worries me.

He sighed. The care that he felt for Aunt May was unparalleled, which was precisely why he had no intention for her finding out. She obviously had been struck with quite a shock, walking in on him wearing his suit, but with further explanation, it had all made sense. She wasn’t dense; she knew he had been sneaking out. After probably the longest conversation of his life, she finally gave in to business as usual, as long as he kept open communication with her.

He twiddled his thumbs until the Avengers Complex came into sight. The place felt like Disneyland to Peter, and it took everything in him not to jump from the car and take off running.

Mr. Stark, dressed in his usual formal attire, met them outside. His expression was unidentifiable thanks to the sunglasses that shaded his eyes, and he didn’t speak a word as he led Peter inside. His confident gait remained unaffected by Peter’s eager nature.

“Mr. Parker, how have things been? Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man keeping you busy?”

“Yes sir, I-“

“And your aunt? I heard she found out?”

“She did Mr. Stark but-“

“And school? I can only do so much to get you into MIT.”

“School’s all right and wow I really appreciate that Mr. Stark but-“

“You got a girlfriend yet? Boyfriend? I don’t know your preferences I guess but-“ “Mr. Stark!” Peter finally cut him off, frustration and curiosity getting the better of him. Sometimes his mentor’s wittiness was humorous, but when it was knowingly teasing, he didn’t want to beat around the bush. Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows and took off his shades, stopping the steady pace they had been keeping

“Peter. Suit up. I’m assuming you brought the suit. Happy will take you to my lab where I can explain everything. Kapeesh?”

Peter nodded, nervously fidgeting with the straps on his backpack. He watched Mr. Stark confidently put on his sunglasses and walk away, unsure of how to feel. In front of him, Happy gestured him towards the restroom.

Being able to take his time changing into his suit was a new feeling. Normally he would be hidden in an alleyway, doing all he could to remain unidentifiable, but now he stared at his reflection in the mirror, unfazed. He paused before taking pulling the mask over his head, examining the expression in his chocolate eyes. There was a bit of fear in them, but like every Spider-Man duty, he brushed it away and pulled the mask on, his suit coming to life.

Good afternoon, Peter. How was your Friday?

“Good, Karen. Good,” Peter exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath.

Glad to hear it.

Feeling somewhat clownlike standing next to Happy, he followed a maze of hallways and a few flights of stairs to their final destination. A few times, Happy had to scan his hand to get through, which Peter found incredibly impressive. One day he hoped to be at that level of trust with Mr. Stark.

The lab was not of the tradition he was used to, but it was a prime example of who Mr. Stark was as a person. Music boomed and reverberated off the walls, various AI’s and robots assisting their creator at every command. Happy stood at the door as Peter, eyes wide as saucers, gawked at his surroundings.

“Like it? It’s gone through phases. Variations. Had to move it a couple times. Especially when my house practically burned down,” he searched for Peter’s eyes through the mask. “Mind taking that off for a moment?”

Peter scrambled to remove it, “Oh! Yeah of course. Sorry.”

He added a nervous laugh for good measure.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up my research on the missing boats.”

Right away.

Holographic images, articles, and videos all materialized directly in front of Peter’s eyes. They layered and piled on one another, and if these had been physical documents, it would have reached the ceiling. The devastating mystery continued. 64 lives had been lost, no one knows if they were stranded or dead. It had been months since these ships had been heard from, and no one knew where they were going. No bodies, no remains, no rubble, nothing gave any sort of lead to where or why they were vanishing. The only information they really had was-

“After the United States made a slight variation in the route they were taking, ships went missing left and right, luckily, they were smart enough to figure that minuscule clue out. Thoughts?” Mr. Stark looked at Peter quizzically.

“I-uh-well-“ Peter started to fumble over his words, but regained his composure to add on his ideas, “They have sent rescue boats through that route though, correct? The video and audio footage from the last five minutes before vanishing show silence. Complete silence. There’s no viable explanation yet.”

“Yet,” Mr. Stark looked at Happy with a mischievous smirk. “That is precisely why I have brought you here Mr. Parker. You have a scientific mind. Reminds me of me. Don’t you think, Happy? Don’t answer that.”

“Okay, Mr. Stark but I don’t really see what me suiting up has anything to do with-“ “Let me finish, Pete. Can I call you Pete?”

“I guess so.”

“You’re suited up because we are headed to an area in the Atlantic Ocean that I suspect is where these ships are going missing.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, concerned, “Isn’t that sort of…dangerous?”

“Not if we take a plane. I have some good ones as well. I’m not guaranteeing we’ll find anything, but it’s worth a shot, and a sample of the water. Maybe a giant octopus. We might be there for a while, sitting. Observing. Science,” Mr. Stark brushed away the holograms and threw a pen behind his ear.

“Science…” Peter couldn’t put a finger on how to respond. The fact that of all the people he could have called (which was probably a lot), he called Peter. It was validation he hadn’t felt since Mr. Stark returned the Spider-Man suit to him. Mr. Stark trusted Peter with a top secret and delicate mission, and that was remarkable.

“You do like science, don’t you?”

Peter snapped out of his shock, “Right! Yes, Mr. Stark, I do. This-this is right up my alley.”

Mr. Stark smirked again, “Good. Follow me to the aircraft. I have everything we could possibly need, so all you have to bring is your person.”

Peter waited while Mr. Stark gathered things, various papers that he shoved into a briefcase. He turned around expecting to find Happy, but all he saw was his back walking away down the long hallway and into the elevator. When he turned back, Mr. Stark was already on his way, Peter needing to jog to catch up with him.

The first time Peter flew on an airplane he was headed to Germany to fight Captain America. The second time Peter flew on an airplane, he wasn’t on the inside of it, he was on the outside. This was the third time Peter had flown on an airplane, and it wasn’t even that. The jet looked like every single Stark Jet he had seen on TV. He never thought he would see one in person, nonetheless ride on one. Stepping on it felt completely out of reality. As they approached the cockpit, Mr. Stark gestured for him to put his mask on, which he did promptly. A pilot and a co-pilot sat in their respective seats, preparing for takeoff.

“Don’t worry, Spider-Man, they know that this is a top-secret mission. They’re sworn to secrecy. Right boys?”

The two women flying the plane looked unamused by Mr. Stark’s obvious sarcasm. They turned to Peter, looking at him nonchalantly.

“Taking a break from protecting Queens, Spidey?” the Pilot’s black hair was pulled into a tight bun. It hardly bothered her that Queens’ crime-fighting hero was in her midst. Not that Peter chalked himself up to that, but generally people had to take a moment and confirm that what they were seeing was actually Spider-Man.

“I-I guess yeah.”

The pilot looked confused, “Why does he sound like he’s 12?”

“I-“

“AND that’s our cue to leave. Thank you, Ms. Tran, your endless services to my company are continuously appreciated,” Mr. Stark took Peter by the shoulders and guided him away from the cockpit and into the main cabin. He sat in a seat, anxiety starting to creep into the back of his throat. He knew that Mr. Stark would never purposefully put him in danger, but he couldn’t help but explore the idea that what was causing the disappearances could cause a jet to go missing as well.

The plane rumbled, shook, and hovered above the ground and into the air. The jet moved faster but was more stable than a standard passenger cabin. The latest in Stark technology would probably make a five-hour trip less than 30 minutes.

“We’ll be there before you know it,” Mr. Stark was reading something on his phone. “I don’t know exactly what we’re looking for, kid, but I have a feeling we’ll know it when we see it. We’re essentially doing a stakeout.”

Observational science had provided plenty of breakthroughs but sounded incredibly boring. As Peter listened to Tony’s plan to watch and record every half hour, he secretly dreaded what was to come, unsure of how this could possibly get interesting. They were going to be there until midnight, when if they didn’t find anything they would return to the complex for the night. It was 4 P.M., and this was about to be the longest six to seven hours of Peter’s life.

They came to a stop, and Mr. Stark moved to the side Peter was sitting on, opening a window that covered the length of the jet. It provided a complete view. He opened the other identical window on the left side.

“Are you willing to sit on top of the jet, kid? I have equipment you can set up there, and an emergency button in case something dangerous happens,” Mr. Stark rolled in a cart. A laptop was mounted on a device designed to stick to the plane, as well as a desktop with notebooks, pens, highlighters, anything he might need to effectively record data.

“Y-yeah I think so.” “Good. You’ll do good, Parker. Let’s get you set up.”

The pair worked together to set up Peter’s station, lots of crawling and webbing to keep them stable. When Peter was finally comfortable, they exchanged some thumbs up, and Peter set to work. He opened the laptop and started the notes that Mr. Stark had carefully instructed him on how to take.

Hour .5, 4:33PM, water remains still save for the natural oscillation of waves. Fortunately, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Weather is clear, a couple clouds here and there. It would really suck for me if it started raining. That’s beside the point. If there’s any variation I will record, but for now, I will return to watching the sea.

And that was that.

He didn’t have much to do unless something drastically changed, so he rolled up his mask to just above his nose and inhaled, the clean, unpolluted air utterly refreshing. He asked Karen to notify him of any variations of his surroundings, then laid out onto his back, eyes glossily transfixed on the pure blue sky.

“Karen, can you play that song…that one sea shanty…it’s really creepy and stuff.”

Peter, I’m not entirely sure what you’re referring to.

“Oh come on…the first line is like, ‘My heart is kissed by Cupid’ or something like that.”

Now playing Jolly Sailor Bold

“Yeah.”

My heart is pierced by Cupid.

I disdain all glitter and gold.

For nothing can console me,

but my jolly sailor bold.

Peter pictured himself on the sea, a pirate. He had always enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, even though he was conflicted by the fact that these men were traditionally violent, raping criminals. Plus, Johnny Depp was now everything that he didn’t want to be. He eliminated pirate from his head and changed the image to a sailor. A white, linen shirt, damp and windswept hair, leaning off the side of a ship as it plowed through the ocean. It was an interesting fiction.

Hour 4. 8:02PM. Over halfway there. The sun is barely starting to set. It’s getting cloudier, and the ocean is just as calm as it was when I first started. A couple of birds have landed on the surface and have floated for a few moments, and nothing seems to be causing them to vanish as mentioned in hour 2.5. Other than that, no changes.

It was getting painfully boring, but Peter persisted. Every so often Mr. Stark would check in on him, they would compare notes and then go back to it. Dinner was at 6, but the pangs of hunger had come out of nowhere an hour ago. Peter shifted to a position onto his stomach, grateful for the fact that he was sticky and would never fall off. His eyes drooped, tempting him to close them and take a nap, but he was almost there, and he knew that Mr. Stark would appreciate his efforts.

His sailor imagery reappeared in his mind, but something about the picture was clearer. It sat behind his eyes like a movie. On the banks of an island, a mermaid brought him, battered from a shipwreck to shore. It wasn’t anything from a Disney movie; scrapes and bruises scattered his body, and his left eye was swollen shut. The mermaid hoisted him onto land, her gentle hand lightly cupping his face. She cried heavy tears, sobs erupting from her chest over and over.  

Peter tried to look closer, knowing that he was certainly not asleep. The harder he looked, the less that the sailor looked like him. Startled, he opened his eyes, wondering why and how his imagination had taken him to that place.

Come all you pretty fair maids

Whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor

That plows the raging sea

He was about to record hour 4.5 when Karen notified him of a change on the surface of the water.

This isn’t like the other ones, Peter. This came from underneath rather than above. I’ll zoom in on it for you.

Karen did so, and Peter squinted under the mask to try and find what she had been referring to. She was right, there was a ripple that was growing and expanding until a figure emerged, and Peter had no idea what to think.

“Peter, are you seeing this?” Mr. Stark said in his ears.

“Yeah, Mr. Stark I am…”

He had planned on saying more, but what he saw in front of his own eyes took over. The figure looked human initially, but the more it revealed itself. . .herself. . .he saw that she was unlike anything he had seen before.

When she floated on her back, she confessed her true identity.

“Is that…”

Mr. Stark finished Peter’s thought, “A mermaid. Don’t be so surprised, Spider-Man, a majority of the sea is undiscovered.”

A mermaid. Not too unlike the mermaid he had imagined just moments before.

“But here…now…”

“I know.” An unfamiliar urge pulsated in Peter’s chest, calling him to investigate, “I’m going to go interact with her.”

“I’ll be watching. Be safe.”

Cautiously, above the misty water, Peter lowered himself down to the figure, suspending himself upside-down. He gave Mr. Stark a glance on his way down, still completely unsure of what could happen. The creature looked like nothing he had ever seen before. Long, blonde hair surrounded her head like a crown, and instead of legs, a flesh-colored tail that resembled every mermaid fairytale he had read as a small child. He hovered a few inches above the water, not wanting to disturb her. If she was sleeping, it had to be soundly, but it was very possible that she just had kept her eyes closed to fool them.

When they fluttered open, it startled Peter who almost lost his grip on the web. He placed another hand on it to stabilize himself, and when he looked back down, she was staring at him in the eyes, her wet hair pushed back out of her face. The eyes he looked into were a piercing silver, a color that no human was naturally born with. Then again, there was no way that this being was human. He lowered himself another inch to get a better look, but she quickly set her hand on his mask-covered forehead.

She shook her head but didn’t speak. In the depths of his mind, he felt a thought inexplicably emerge that wasn’t his own. Do not touch the water unless you seek to be greeted with death.

He could hardly focus as a longing feeling ached in his chest. He wanted to dive into the water with her and never return to the surface, the only thing preventing him from doing so was the hand on his forehead, a plea to follow her simple instructions. Reality felt distant, and he couldn’t determine where he was and what he was doing. Her face convulsed into a grimace, and a tear rolled down her face as she opened her mouth and began to sing. The fog that had already began to form thickened, and the question of reality died, transforming into a desire to be with this newfound woman for all of eternity. He had no idea what eternity felt like, but the ethereal angel in front of him did. He felt her peel down his mask, letting his lips brush against the cool, ocean air. Reaching out, he was almost able to make contact with her skin; she was barely out of reach.

It all came to a violent and jarring halt as he was ripped from the haze he had free fell into. 

“Peter, can you hear me now? Pete? Kid?”

“Wha- what yeah. Yeah. I can. What’s going on, Mr. Stark?” he did everything he could to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he sounded like he had just awoken from an all day nap.

“We lost you for a sec,” Mr. Stark sounded frantic, “Quick, web that thing and bring it onto the ship. I’m ready to get out of here.”

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My prompt 

Your boss paid me to paint something on the walls. There are so many details, my hands hurt and I stand most of the day. You felt bad for me and gave me a coffee. As you came to see my work I decided to take a sip but i didn’t look at the cups. It was water I used to clean my brush and now it’s on your face.

May has you paint a mural in the apartment

A/n Long time no see. There is another a/n at the end but for now enjoy =)

You have lived in your apartment building your entire life so you knew everybody and their business. 

Progress was being made until there was a slam in the room next door that shook the whole wall. The wall you were painting. The wall the ladder was fragilely leaning on.

You screamed holding onto the ladder and the paint. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuucccckk” Curses flew quietly out of your mouth as the ladder stopped moving and you had spilt only minimal paint on your hands and floor. Thank GOd you had put a tarp down.Slowly and carefully, as to not spill any more paint you, went to wash your hands of the paint because you wanted to be extremely careful with this mural and wiping your hands on your paint jacket and pants were not going to cut it. 

“May!!! Was that you?” You shout as you finish washing your hands. You went back to the wall and back up the ladder. There was footsteps and then the door flew open

“Who’s here?” Brown eyes and floppy hair entered the room holding a kid-sized baseball bat

“The name is Y/n”

“What are you doing here?” he asked as you turned back towards the wall

“May hired me to paint a mural in this room.” You said going back to your stroke. “ Also can you be careful with whatever you just did? The thump against the wall almost threw me and the paint off the ladder.”

“Yea sorry I didn’t know. She didn’t tell me she was getting her room painted.”

“It’s all good no harm was done.” You scraped some paint off with a different tool to make sure there were no drips

“So should I go? Do you need anything?” He asked. 

“Nah just carry on with your life. Pretend I’m not here.” 

Hours passed and you had started the detail working from the top to the middle. you were bent sideways while painting because the area of the detail was low enough to not need a ladder but high enough to not be on your knees.

“How is it coming along?”

You stood up straight and your back cracked when you did.

“WEll I am about half way there.”

“Are you going to come back tomorrow?”

“No I can finish it tonight.”

“Its ten o’ clock”

“Are you kicking me out?”

“What?! No I was just wondering. May isn’t going to be back tonight.”

“Good then she can get surprised tomorrow.”

“Ok well I’m going out for the night.”

“Have fun with that. Be careful there are tweakers out there.”

“I will. I’m locking the doors. Don’t unlock them for anyone. I have the key.”

“I doubt I’ll be leaving this room very much.”

He smiled and walked out.

It seemed like forever and you didn’t end up finishing until 3:07 in the morning. Hair in a messy bun and paint flecks were everywhere on your clothes. Your whole body was tense and you were just cleaning up tiny details at this point. Needless to say, you nearly had a heart attack when the door slammed open.

You screamed and flinched at the noise.

“Shit I almost spilled.... Oh hey Parker.”

“Hey Y/n I brought some coffee.”

“Thanks thats really sweet.” You said taking the coffee and popping the lid off to smell it. 

“So is the mural all done?” He asked leaning on the wall as he said it.

“Welllll... I suspect im going to have to do a bit of touch up on the paint you just leaned on, but other than that its coming along pretty good.” You retorted as Peter’s eyes became wide with realization as he stood up straight.

“OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I THOUGHTY/N IM SORRY” 

You laughed setting down your coffee. “ Its ok Peter you didn’t smudge as much as I thought you did. You have paint all over you now though.” you inspected the damage. If you weren’t so sleep deprived you would’ve been yelling. 

“This will come out right?”

“I mean you have to put it in the wash right away....” You said and instantly Peter started stripping his sweatshirt off and he didn’t have a shirt on underneath.

dear lawd 

“Y/n?” 

“Yea..”

“The mural?” His face flushed fuschia noticing your more than obvious staring. 

“Right.” You snapped your attention back to the mural. “Make sure to put it on warm water when you wash it.”

“Got it.” he walked away without another look from you, but the back of your neck was burning.

sorry this kinda sucked and was short but if you want a part 2 of this lemme know

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    ━  au & trope prompts

Soulmates

University!AU or Highschool!AU 

Best Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Exes to Lovers

Fake Dating

Mafia

Dark Characters

Summertime Flings

Boxer/Cop/Doctor/and/or any other occupation AU

Sex Pollen

Roommates

Overall Angst/Smut/Fluff 

  ━   dialogue prompts

( if you don’t find any prompts that suit the idea you have, feel free to make up your own!)

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” @bvckysmoon​

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“How about a compromise?” 

"Look at me in the eyes. Tell me you never loved me. Tell me that I meant nothing to you. Tell me that this was all a lie."

“Did I ever mean anything to you?”

"I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did.”

"You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't be this hard to let go."

“It’s not even that bad!”

“Trust me on this one.”

“I think I love you.”

“You are very endearing when you’re half-asleep.”

“Don’t be so stubborn - try it!”

“Just let me take care of you. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Did you just throw your chemistry textbook at me?”

“Will you just... hold me? Please.” 

“I knew you’d be here.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“Don’t make me do this.”

“I hurt people. It’s all I’m good at.” @spideyspeaches​ w/ Peter Parker

“You don’t intimidate me. Cut the act.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“You look really pretty in the moonlight.”

“You’re not as soulless as you lead others to believe.” 

"You can't tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.” @nekoannie-chan w/ Steve Rogers

“No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“Can we cuddle, like... platonically?” 

“What’s in it for me?”

“Wanna bet?” 

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You feel like heaven.”

“Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?” 

“Who did this to you?”

“You can’t just ignore the pain.”

“You’re hair is so soft.”

“So it’s you that’s been stealing my shampoo!” 

“I’m just so... tired. All the time.” 

“I haven’t slept for three days.” 

“I love you. So much.” 

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writing challenge masterlist

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tagging some mutuals, some writers i look up to/adore, & some followers that i think may be interested !

@bvckysmoon @tellmealovestory @psithurista @http-barnes @aniqua @aplaceofdreams @silkscream @vendettaparker @mclting @lipstickbisous @thecodyexpress @dylwrites @runawaywithmyghost @spideyspeaches+ so many more :)

[buckyownsmylife]

Je Veux - Tom Holland Smut

The one where Tom is a biker and you’ve been trying to get him to take your virginity, but he’s been keeping you away until the day you’re in need of a ride.

Warnings: pwp, motorcycles, loss of virginity, cursing, teasing from both sides, sexual activities in a public environment, a lot of dirty talk, impatient Tom, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, dominant Tom, possessive Tom, breeding kink

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: Okay, so here it is! My Tom Holland Biker! AU! It’s pretty much only smut, the plot was just sprinkled in there. I took A LOT of creative liberties with the whole motorcycle idea, mostly because I have no clue how they work, so just bear with me and pretend that everything I say is actually physically possible. Also, DO NOT TRY any of this at home, mostly because I’ve been burned by a motorcycle before and a lot of the positions described here can’t really be considered safe. Hope you guys like it nonetheless and don’t forget to let me know if you did and what else you want to read next! 

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Come on, princess. I’ll give you a ride home.” I watched with great pleasure as her eyes grew twice their normal size, her mind undoubtedly struggling to comprehend what I was offering. “Come on, now. Isn’t this what you wanted? Or are you finally prepared to admit that I’m better kept away?” I could see the precise moment my words sunk into her. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips, her hands coming to cross in front of her body.

“Thank you for your offer, Tom. I would never say no to your offer for a ride.” The double entendre wasn’t lost on me, and I only started to realize my own mistake when she sized up the motorcycle. “I’ve never ridden one before. I’m going to need you to help me.” 

I gulped hard before cautiously approaching her, my own hands on my hips as I thought over this situation I had quite literally put myself into. “Am I supposed to ride in the front or in the back?” The question brought a smirk to my lips, reigniting the flames of mischief I had in me.

“Well, usually people would ride in the back, but with you, sugar…” I squeezed her jaw with my thumb and pointer finger. “... I can’t very well do that, now can I? You’re going upfront, so I can keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t fall out of the bike.”

The look she gave me let me know she knew for sure I had something up my sleeve, but nonetheless, I couldn’t wipe away the huge grin I bore on my face as I got up on the bike and waited for her to approach me. She did so, albeit slowly, clearly trying to get a grip over the situation. Poor thing didn’t know I’d never allow her that.

As soon as she was within reach, I picked her up, depositing her in front of me, her legs on each side of the motorcycle. I leaned down to kiss the back of her shoulder that was exposed to me, courtesy of the incredibly tempting sundress she had decided to wear, and that’s when she realized how screwed up she was.

“Oh.” Was all that I heard as she tried to adjust her skirt around us.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll keep it down around here.” And with that, I pressed myself against her more firmly, pressing a hand on her lower abdomen to make sure she’d feel my cock straining under my jeans. She didn’t say anything after that, which I took as an invitation to start up the bike.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wasn’t prepared for the shiver that went through my entire body as the machine’s engine came alive under me. Quickly, I realized what his plan was all about. He had pretty much sat me over a vibrator, even if it wasn’t a powerful one. As the bike purred under me, I started to tremble, and I had to be thankful for Tom’s strong thighs on each side of my body and his hands that caged me in.

“You’re not second-guessing yourself, right princess? ‘Cause this is exactly what you wanted.” He was right. This was what I had been asking him for ages, and now that he was giving me a taste of it, I could see why he thought it might be too much for me. But as my eyes rolled back and my body started to go limp against his, just as he was pulling up in front of my house, I knew he was wrong. This was all I had ever wanted. “There you go, princess. Now that your thirst is satiated, do you see how it’s pointless to keep tempting me?” These words were whispered against my neck, where he deposited another quick kiss. And that small gesture made me smile, because if anything was obvious after this little ride, was that he was hanging on by a thread when it came to his own desire for me.

I pulled one of his hands, placing it underneath my skirt, now fully relying on his strong body to keep me upright as I sank back into him. “Do you think I’ve ruined your motorcycle?” As his fingers came in contact with the wetness that was still dripping from me, moistening my panties that were now rubbing against the leather in our seat, I heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Shit.” Was all he said before his fingers grew more fidgety, and he rubbed my underwear against me, almost like he was testing the wetness. “Fuck,” he cursed again, and I released a long moan as one of his thick fingers bypassed the lace that kept him away from my emptiness and penetrated me with it.

Suddenly, there wasn’t enough air in the world to keep me alive and I was gasping as I struggled against him and the cage of his arms, desperate to keep the finger inside of me moving. It was the first time someone touched me like that and I was already on edge from my last orgasm, so I knew it would take very little for me to cum again.

“Fucking hell.” I heard him whisper right over my ear, eliciting goosebumps all over my body before he unceremoniously retreated his finger and started up the bike again.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“I have to see this.” It was all the explanation I gave her as I quickly took us up on one of the trails that started on the other side of the street, just opposite of her house. It was only ever in the summer that it was used, right when tourists strolled into town, so I knew the probability of us getting interrupted was minimal.

As soon as we reached a clearing, I turned off the motorcycle and climbed down, adjusting her so her body was now laid down over the seat, in the opposite direction it was facing before. “Now, princess… Let me take a look at this mess you’ve made.” Slowly, I inched up her skirt until it was completely out of the way and her panties were in full view. Besides the fact that they were fucking white lace, her moisture had completely glued them to her pussy lips, making it very clear that they were, in fact, ruined. “Oh, fuck.” I pressed my thumb against her clit, only to glance up at her in surprise when she whimpered underneath my simple touch. “You really haven’t been touched before, have you?”

Gathering some of the excess moisture, I lazily glided my fingers up and down her cunt while she trembled. “I told you that.” I huffed, my eyes now fixed on the movement I was making. 

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Doesn’t mean I believed you.” I would have scoffed if I could, but as it were, his fingers had deftly pushed away my underwear so that he could penetrate me with a single finger again and all I could do was whimper. From the way that he bit down on his bottom lip, he seemed to have liked that very much, his eyes never straying from the place he was working on.

“Then…” a breathy sigh left my lips as he picked up his pace, thrusting his finger desperately inside my aching heat. “Then why did you avoid me? I thought you didn’t want to be my first.” That caught his attention, but fortunately, instead of clearing his mind, it seemed to have scrambled it even further.

“I didn’t, but that’s what’s going to happen now.” My heartbeat - that was already scary fast - picked up so quickly at his words that all at once I realized I was cumming around his finger, much to his delight. “Fuck yes, baby girl. I need you really wet if I’m going to get my cock inside of you, so here, take another finger.” Suddenly, I was choking on air, the new intrusion much more difficult to adjust to than the last one. Still, it was in no way an unpleasant sensation, and before long I was desperately thrusting back against him.

A loud moan escaped my lips at the dirty wet sounds from my pussy that got lost in the woods as he fingerfucked me against his bike. “Fuck,” he whispered, and I opened my eyes just enough to see that he had released his lower lip and was currently looking at me with dark eyes and an open mouth, from where labored breaths escaped. “Fucking cum already, I still need to open you up more before I fuck you and I feel like I’m going to burst any moment now.”

With that rant out of his chest, he picked up his pace, until I was, once again, trembling with desire underneath him. “There you go… One more finger, princess. Then you can have daddy’s cock.” I probably would have questioned the self-appointed nickname if it hadn’t made me moan out loud again. The smug idiot simply smirked, finally pushing one last finger in me, as promised, while I struggled yet again to accept the invasion. I was so focused on the pleasure he was giving me that I only realized he had pushed his jeans down and was playing with himself when his grunts reached my ears, forcing my eyes open in surprise.

He never stopped his movements on either of our bodies, but that cocky smile was back on his lips, despite the continuous breathless sounds escaping him at the sight of my widened eyes. He was huge, and so freaking hard, his red tip weeping precum while he caressed himself.

“You like it, baby girl?”

A breathless “mhmm” was all he could get from me at that moment.

“Do you want it inside of you?” A gasp echoed around the trees as his fingers grazed a particular spot that made me see white light.

“So, so much…” I whispered, just before succumbing to the pleasure once more.

He waited for me to come down to Earth, never stopping his movements on either of our bodies, but significantly decreasing the speed. When the last tremble of my thighs ceased, he finally pulled away from my pussy, and I tried not to whimper at the feeling of emptiness that overcame me - failing miserably. Thankfully, it allowed me to see another smirk break through Tom’s handsome face, as he appreciated the needy state he had put me in.

“Don’t worry, darling… I’ll take care of you.” And then I was in his arms again, and he was pulling me to stand up from the bike. As I did so, he wrapped his arms around me, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that was pure desire and possession. I melted against him, allowing him full control of my body, because the truth was, I was his. I had been his for a long time now, and this moment was only solidifying it.

When we broke apart for air, he forcefully turned me around, pushing my back down so I’d lay over the seat of the bike again, only this time, with my breasts pressed against the seat I was once sat on.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Oh, fuck.” That was all I could say as I took in the sight before me. I had pushed her skirt away so it wouldn’t be hiding anything from me anymore, but even though she still had her underwear on, I felt my knees buckling just from seeing her like that, her ass in the air, the lace sticking to her wet pussy.

Licking my lips, I quickly pushed down her panties until they pooled around her ankles and leaned down to taste her essence. “Oh…” Such a small noise, but it went straight to my cock, that was throbbing in my hand by now. She was such a fucking treasure. I wanted to ruin her. I’d make sure of it.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I growled, still intoxicated by her taste, and when she immediately struggled to obey me, separating her legs as far as the fabric around her ankles allowed her to do so, I buried my face on her pussy from behind, devouring her like she was the last meal I had been granted in this life.

“T-Tom!” She screamed, her fingers scrambling to tightly hold her up against the bike, while I could feel her legs shaking on both sides of my face.

“Shhh…” I tried to calm her down, one of my hands softly caressing the back of her thigh. “Let me get a taste of you, yeah? I told you I’ll take care of you, darling. Just relax.” I raised my other hand to squeeze her ass while struggling to keep her standing and still while my chin dripped with her juices. She tasted delicious. Better than those chocolate milkshakes she’d always order and I’d steal a sip from.

Her legs trembled more anxiously as I brought her to another release, and although I was tempted to keep my face buried in her and drink her release, I knew neither of us would resist much longer. So after she drenched my face with a strangled cry, I forced myself to rise from my position and take a much better spot, still behind her.

She kept trembling when I slowly pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, and I knew that her orgasm was still taking over her, but in some part in the depths of her desire, she felt as every inch of me slowly struggled to open her up to welcome me. I knew she was aware of what was happening, that I was taking her virginity just like she’d begged me to do for months, only it was in the middle of a forest and on top of my bike, but she was too weak to express any sort of reaction other than another weak “Oh”, as she fought to keep herself up against the motorcycle.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered as I finally bottomed out, after what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. My right hand came up to caress the back of her head, hoping to help her relax and better accept my intrusion, and as I felt the muscles of her thighs soften, I took advantage of my grip on her hair to pull her up against me. “See, princess? Just like that, you’re not a virgin anymore.”

She gasped, but if it was due to my words or the way I pushed her down against the bike again, I’ll never know, because I’d done enough waiting. It was time to start moving. Despite feeling like I desperately needed to fuck her, wildly, untamedly, I kept my movements slow, at least at first. I didn’t want her hurting any more than she had to. So I moved at a snail’s pace, making sure she’d feel every inch of my cock as I slowly dragged it out of her, just to push it in again.

When her somewhat pained whimpers subsided, giving place to loud moans of pleasure, I started to pick up my movements. My hands held her hips tightly, unworried about leaving marks behind because I knew she’d be left with much more than that after I was done with her.

“Does this feel good, baby girl? Do you like the feeling of my cock stuffed in your tight little pussy?” My filthy words made her moan.

“Y-yes…” She was able to breathe out.

“That’s good, baby, you know why?” I teased her, my fingers digging even deeper into her perfect skin. 

“N-no.”

“Because the only man who’ll ever get to fill you will be me, princess. You’ll only ever know what my cock feels like.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I whined in appreciation as one of Tom’s hands found my clit and started rubbing. This was precisely what I wanted, to experience him in the most primal way possible. Knowing that being inside of me made him want to make me his left me a mess, and I couldn’t stop sobbing as he started to thrust into me violently, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix almost furiously. “F-fuck, Tom!” His groans were animalistic, and his pace never faltered, despite my obviously pained moans.

“Cum for me, princess. Milk me for all I’m worth. I want to fill your womb with my cum.” His words did it for me. I came with a desperate scream of his name, and just when my senses started to come back to me, I heard him moan my name before feeling a warmth spread from inside of me.

My legs were trembling, so I felt thankful that he was still holding me up. Still, he never pulled away from me, instead pulling me so my back was against his chest. He deposited sweet kisses against my sweaty neck, while I tried to catch my breath.

“T-tom,” I decided to call his attention to the problem before it was too late. “You came inside of me.”

My only response was a dismissive “mhm”, while he kept on sucking on my skin, one of his hands fondling my heaving breast.

“Tom,” I tried again. “You know I’m not in any sort of contraceptive method.” That finally made him raise his head, and I closed my eyes tightly, prepared for some sort of outburst, but all I got was a low chuckle.

“Which part of ‘you’re mine’ didn’t you understand? I know you’re not protected, that’s why I made sure to cum inside of you.” My mind wasn’t keeping up with him, and I wasn’t sure if I could attribute it solely to how thoroughly he had fucked me.

I supposed he noticed my confusion, because before I could understand what was going on, he was turning me around and picking me up so I could sit on the bike again, facing him. His hands brushed a few stray strands out of my face, and he smiled so sweetly at me that it almost made me forget I still had his cum dripping down my thigh.

“Now no one can keep us apart, baby girl. Not even your parents. And everyone will know you belong to me.” He sealed his promise with another deep kiss and I knew right then that I’d made the right choice by accepting his ride. Now I’d get to be forever his.

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you’re worth more || popular!peter parker x female reader

summary: you and peter used to be best friends before he re-brandished himself into someone more popular and forgot about you. a few years later, he comes to you with an unusual favour.

a/n: this was an entry for @quackeroos writing challenge under the “fake dating” prompt. if you’d like, go check it out:)

warnings: fake dating trope, angst, fluff, swearing, peter needing a hug:3

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“I don’t get it, what is it you want from me?”

The moment you tried you recalling the last conversation you had with the boy before you, you felt yourself get flung back into a memory in middle school, where a younger you and a rather scrawny, smaller boy sat huddled next to each other within the crook of his bunk bed, under a hurdle of blankets with a bowl of chips between the two of you. You both had your gazes fixed onto the bright screen of the laptop before you. Some silly science film Peter always talked about played all because he’d won the coin flip deciding who’d pick the movie that night. That night was the last time you remembered hanging out with him, the last night you and Peter Parker were actually friends.

“I want you,” as he spoke up from opposite you, snapping you back to reality, your eyes finding him leaning in much closer than he was a few moments ago. “To be my girlfriend for a couple months.” His tone was nonchalant as he spoke, his voiced laced with relaxed confidence, as if he knew he was going to leave the conversation getting what he wanted. “Or pretend to, at least.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy before you. The Peter in front of you was definitely not the same boy you knew years ago. His arms lay on the cafeteria table in front of you, his fingers resting intertwined with one another has his chest rested slightly above, leaning in as if he was telling you some forbidden secret. His hair was lightly gelled and his eyes were the same brown shade, yet with something unfamiliar resting within them.

Peter Parker had grown from the shy nerd he used to be, no longer dawning T-shirts with silly puns on them but instead draped in leather and fitted shirts. He was pushed around constantly in middle school, picked on for every little thing he’d do before he decided to change it all and change who he was. He was mocked, pushed around and more or less tortured by the very people he now calls his friends.

It was the summer after ninth grade when he returned to school. He was taller, toned and more attractive than ever with a completely new wardrobe and contacts instead of his usual thick, round glasses. He abandoned you and Ned Leeds, moving on to a completely new clique. A few years went by and now, he’s one of the most popular kids in school. So, why did he want you to be his girlfriend?

You leaned back a little bit, leaving the once close proximity of his face to yours. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” You let out a laugh laced with satire. “And what? Lean on your arm for a couple weeks until you find yourself another girl to fuck?”

You expected him to be offended but all your words did was trigger a smirk hidden behind a smile. “It won’t be like that. The guys,” you glanced behind him at the table he was at before he had come up to talk to you, full of jocks who tried their best to look like they weren’t looking at your conversation unfold. You rolled your eyes at them before focusing your attention back to Peter. “Made a bet with me. They want to see how long it’ll take for me to, you know..” He spoke calmly, looking at you expectedly, as if you were supposed to catch on.

Unfortunately, you did.

You tilted your head at him, folding your arms almost defensively as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Know what, Parker?”

“Come on, Y/N. They want to see how long I could a keep a girl like you for.”

Your raised an eyebrow, “A girl like me?”

His smile disappeared as he sighed. “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t.”

Silence lingered over the two of you and Peter leaned back.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.   

It was no surprise you weren’t as known in the school as most others. Truth was, most of the kids in Midtown annoyed you. You preferred staying under the radar, having a few close friends rather than a ship full of them.

You stared at him, hardly recognizing the boy who once belonged to your friend group. After a few more moments, you gave in to the silence. “You expect me to go along with this?”

“I didn’t have to tell you about the bet alright?” He said to you. “But I found it, in the goodness of my heart,” he placed a hand over the left side of his chest, earning an amused look from you. “To tell you instead of screwing you over. I thought maybe we could work out a deal.”

You nodded slowly, catching on. “What do you get out of this?”

His eyes looked up to meet yours, a ghost of a smile making its way back onto his face as he shrugged. “Five-hundred a month.”

Your jaw dropped, “Five hundred?” All he did was nod. Your eyes shot back to the jocks table as your eyes landed on the “leader”, Martin. You studied him as you recalled your friends tell you his dad was some owner of a big oil company. You figured he was the type of guy who’d push his money wherever he wanted, but never would you have thought him to be this low. But why on earth were you worth five hundred a month? “Why would a guy like you need that much cash, Parker?” You always thought he was as well off as the other guys, he was popular and brandished himself such anyway.

His eyes faltered for a bit at your question, his eye twitching as he looked you over. It was as if a mask slipped off his face for a split second, revealing a look of doubt before it withered and the mask came crawling back on. “I need to get a couple things done.” he said simply.

“Uh-huh,” you decide not to push it. “And what do I get out of all of this?”

His eyes glistened with mirth. “Twenty percent?”

“Thirty.” You shot back.

“Twenty.” He leaned back onto the table, eyes challenging you. But you wouldn’t back down. If you were going to take part in this stupid act, might as well get something out of it.

“Twenty-five.”

The air grew tense as you stared down into his eyes which were locked directly onto yours. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth tug upwards as he spoke, “No one can know you know about this Y/N.”

All you did was smile as you reached out to grab the apple in front of you before taking a bite. “Know about what?”

“This is, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

You and MJ were sat in the bedroom of your apartment afterschool, you at your desk chair while she lay on her back on your bed, her hands folded behind her head accompanied by a blatant look of judgment etched onto her face. You told her about your and Peter’s arrangement, despite him telling you not to, the moment after it happened; an arrangement which she heavily did not approve of. She never liked the popular crowd in school, she was convinced they were all spoilt and shallow.

Some of them were.

“Come on MJ,” you’d been trying to make her see your point of view the entire day. But if there’s one thing your best friend was, it was stubborn. “The money isn’t a lot yeah but you know I need to start saving for college and-”

MJ shot up from her position, a humorless laugh escaping her. “Oh please,” her laughter continued, even louder confusing you as you stared at her.

You fought the smile appearing as your watched your friend’s outbreak, despite your puzzlement. “Why are you laughing?”

She wiped a tear from eye as her laughter resided, standing up to tower over your position on the chair, her grin still wide. “Don’t pretend you’re in this for the money.”

“What do you mean-”

“You’re doing this because by the end of it, you’re hoping you’ll fish out the ‘real’ Peter Parker from somewhere.” You titled your head at her, trying to grasp the point she was trying to make. She leaned in closer to you, her face inches from yours as she spoke lowly, “You know, the guy you had the biggest crush on in eight grade?”

You scoffed at her expression, “I did not-“you paused mid-sentence as you stared at MJ’s expected look on her face. “Alright, maybe.”

Her grin widened even more, “Ha! I knew it!” She pumped her fists in the air while you shook your head as she did a mini celebration dance.

“But that’s not why I agreed to this.” You stated.

“Sure it isn’t.” She looked over at you, her chuckles seizing as she gave you a look of sympathy. “You know if you do this, you can’t expect anything from him after?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “He doesn’t feel the same about you Y/N, the two of you haven’t spoken since middle school. And he’s not that same kid anymore. ” MJ walked over to you and crouched in front of your sitting frame. “You can’t change him back into that kid. This is only going to end with you getting hurt.”

You slowly shook as you looked at her. She was right. Peter wasn’t the same kid he was years ago. He usually sat in large groups with the jocks at the back of every class, laughing at their lame jokes and taking part in their stupid ideas of fun. He looked different, dressed different, talked different, and as you thought over your arrangement, a quick flash of doubt entered your head.

But when your eyes peered behind MJ at the picture of you and Peter in ninth grade on your bedside table, posing with Ned Leeds in front your group’s first place science project with peace signs and wide smiles, you figured the nerdy kid you’d been in love with since you were thirteen was still in there, somewhere.

You were free during fourth period, and you chose to spend that time alone in the gymnasium. You didn’t know the other kids you were free with, and preferred the time alone anyway. On most days you’d sit on the bleachers and catch up on homework or a late project. Today however, you had your headphones plugged in, a song by your favorite artist playing. You sat with your eyes closed, content, for a few moments before being interrupted by feeling someone place their hand on top of yours. Your eyes shot open as you drew your hand back quickly, looking to your left to see Peter Parker sitting. An expression you couldn’t recognize rested on his face as you saw his hand next to yours. “What were you just doing?”

“Holding your hand?” he said expectedly. “You know, the thing people who are ‘in love’ do.” He positioned his body to instead straddle the bleacher seat, his front facing your side, separated by your book bag.

You scoffed, removing your eyes from his gaze, instead looking directly ahead of you at the empty gymnasium. “We are not in love.”

“Of course we aren’t,” he said. You glanced over at him, a bit of hurt panging in your chest before pushing it away. “But if we’re going to be telling everyone we’re dating, we might as well give them something to believe.” He spoke with a mischievous tone. You looked over at him. He was in his usual brown jacket, a smirk prominent on his face.

“Something like what, Parker?” you challenged.

He chuckled at you as he leaned in closer to you, his breath warm. “How about I show you?”

You laughed as you shifted to your side, trying to put a little distance between you and the boy next to you. “Alright, we need some rules if we’re going to do this.”

His lips turned into a pout, obviously taken aback by your pulling away, but he wasn’t going to show you that. He straightened his posture, clearing his throat. “What kind of rules?”

“Rules that,” you began. “Will entail boundaries, what we can do, what we can’t do.” This is my first experience with a relationship, so we-”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold up,” he let out, leaning back and holding his hand out in front of him. “You’ve never dated anyone before?”

You caught his eyes, feeling as if he was judging you. You felt a pinch of insecurity as he looked at you but ignored it. “Yeah, so?”

His eyes softened as his smirk turned into a light smile, it almost seemed genuine to you. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “Just didn’t think Y/N L/N never got around.”

“Oh right,” you grinned. “Just because I don’t throw myself at every girl with two eyes and a round-”

He laughed. “Alright, alright. I get your point, I’m not judging.”

The two of you sat together during your free period, creating a list of rules for your ‘relationship’. After the two of you were done, you sat back satisfied as you looked over the list you wrote. The first rule was at the top of the page, written by Peter:

No telling anyone the relationship isn’t real.

You chose not to admit to Peter that MJ already knew, it wasn’t like she’d tell anyone anyway.

After his rule you wrote,

No kissing in private or in public.

“That one’s stupid.” He’d said when you wrote it. “How are we supposed to sell a relationship if I can’t kiss you?”

“You’ll find other ways.” Was all you said, earning a smirk from him.

You came up with the third rule as well,

At least one movie night every week, with Y/N’s choice of movie.

Peter protested at the last part, but you wouldn’t budge. If there was anything that could maybe help Peter get back to his regular self, it was a binge of the silly sci-fi movies he loved.

The last rule was mutually chosen between the two of you and in his writing was scribbled,

After the relationship has ended and both Peter and Y/N are paid, the two would never bring up the relationship again.

Peter didn’t really care about the rule, all this relationship was to him was a way to earn money. You agreed to it too; you hoped to get the old Peter you knew back, not the one who threw himself at every girl he saw and picked on any kid smaller than him. If it couldn’t happen by the end of a few months, you didn’t want to be involved with him.

You neatly folded the paper and tucked it into your bag before you and Peter shook hands in agreement to this new relationship.

This was going to be fun.

 It’d been three weeks since you began on your relationship. You did what regular couples did, went on dates (making sure to post a lot of pictures online for everyone to see) and spending most of your school days connected at the hip. You got to know the new Peter a lot more, something you can’t say was easy. Most of the times you hung out were when he was with his friends. That meant seeing him laugh at obnoxious demeaning jokes, and making some of them himself. They’d make fun of other students and you’d give him a pointed to look if he ever went too far, earning the vaguest shimmer of guilt before his regular smirk would settle back onto his face, and he’d delve more into the joke, earnings loud guffaws and bumps from his friends. Whenever they would make a joke about Ned, you’d shake your head and leave; that was a line you didn’t want to see Peter cross.

The next few weeks also consisted of you and Peter getting used to having each other in the other’s lives; to really sell the two of you ‘dating’, the two of you spent a lot more time together. In the beginning, Peter asked you to sit with him in classes the two of you shared. When he first asked you, you were hesitant and honestly reluctant. You were serious about your classes and the jock’s reputation screamed nothing but, ‘Distraction.’

Peter knew you’d be uncomfortable, he knew the moment he saw your face fall when one of his friend’s made some stupid joke about your ‘relationship’, as he pulled you to sit with him in the back row, despite your protests. You were quiet the entire class after that, even removing your hand from the grasp of his. And after the bell rang, you got up and left without saying a word. He wanted to go after you, but was stopped by his friends pulling him back and sending pats on his back and laughter in a deep mocking voices, a congratulations for going along with Martin’s bet. His face was hard, all he felt was guilt as his friends pulled him out of the class and out the doors of Midtown.

As you walked up the stairs of your apartment, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you swiped your lock screen to see a text from Peter.

‘Hey.

I’m sorry about today

It was stupid to make you do that.’

You shook your head, almost laughing at his text, before replying back with one of your own.

‘Didn’t know you were such a sap, Parker.’

You bit your lip nervously as you saw him typing back. You were about to tuck your phone back in when the screen lit up.

‘Ha ha very funny.

I need to talk to you about something, call me when you reach home.’

Your eyebrows narrowed while you read his message before running up the stairs and into your apartment. The moment you fell back onto the bed you dialed Peter’s number, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, babe.” The word slid of his tongue so smoothly through the phone, it made you cringe.

“Please, don’t call me that when we’re not in public.” You mumbled as you perched the phone between your ear and shoulder, playing with your fingers.

“Alright, babe.”

You could hear his soft chuckle at your reaction as you cringed out loud once more. “What do you want, Parker?”

He didn’t answer for a bit, a silence lingering between the phone lines. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost gentle. “After you left today,” he began. “The guys asked about you, about us.”

You lent back into your pillows as you listened, “What about us?”

“They well- you know how they are.” Your face tightened as he spoke to you. He was silent for a little longer before sighing, giving in completely. “Martin says he won’t pay unless he has proof we...you know, slept together.”

Your eyes closed as you heard him, anxiety filling you. “What do you mean proof?”

“It doesn’t have to be like a video or anything,” Peter’s voice grew more and more soft, realizing how this must’ve sounded to you, how freaked out you’d be. “You could maybe just come over tonight maybe and-”

“And do what, Parker?” your tone was thick, you hated where this was going.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” He quickly reassured you. “We could just hang out, watch a movie or something. I’ll send him some stupid picture and nothing needs to happen.” You heard his breath hitch. “I promise.”

Silence filled you once again as you grew uncertain. This shouldn’t be weird, you’d had several sleepovers with Peter when you were younger, but you knew this would be different, even if nothing happened between the two of you.

The last few weeks played tricks with your mind. You were convinced you didn’t need to like Peter to keep up your fake relationship, but something inside you thought otherwise. As you hung out more and more, the pair of you grew more comfortable with one another.

You hated to admit MJ was right, but as the days went by, you felt your feelings from four years ago resurface. It was slow at first, it began when hesitant fingers crawling on the other’s turned into tender arms draped across the other’s shoulder. It grew as the two of you spent afternoons watching your favourite movies; you even decided to give his new love for crime movies a try. And after several mornings of grabbing coffee together before school, he eventually learned your order and would have it ready before you’d enter the coffee shop, making you realize this ‘relationship’ was going to get a lot more complicated, especially since you knew he didn’t feel the same. It’d be wrong for you to go to his place, to spend the night there, without him knowing how you felt. But you doubted he cared, he was Peter Parker for God’s sake, he could have any girl in New York with a snap of his fingers, why would he want you? Some girl from his past who he suddenly decided to talk to for five hundred bucks?

After a long time of saying nothing you took a deep breath. It would be wrong of you, but it wasn’t like anything between the two of you would happen anyway.

“I’ll be there by eight.”

Within the hours of four to eight, you began to get ready. After your shower, you called MJ -much to her distaste- to confer about the outfit you were going to wear which ended up turning into a two hour long rant session with your best friend about whatever. After, you pulled on your jeans and a crop top, before pulling it off and replacing it with a light blouse instead. You packed a separate bag with pyjamas and whatever else you needed. When you were ready, you headed out the door and left for the address Peter sent you.

You’d seen his apartment before. It was located close to where you stayed, a smaller apartment that most. As you climbed up the stairs and knocked on his door, you felt yourself grow excessively more nervous. You adjusted the bag’s strap on your shoulder before looking up to see Peter open the door.

His hair wasn’t gelled like it usually is, instead in light wet curls, you assumed he just stepped out of a shower. A plain white tee-shirt clung to him above worn blue jeans.

“You’re early.” Was all he said with a smirk as he stepped back to let you in.

Why did he always have to smirk?

You walked into the apartment and down a short corridor before entering the living room. You recognized a few decorations lying around, the frames on the walls and picture of his uncle Ben. It’d been so long since you’d been in the Parker residence, it almost felt the same from all those years ago. But as you looked around, you noticed no science fair trophies or class awards on the end table like there used to be. Instead, laid simple miscellaneous decorations. Gold medals no longer decorated the walls, Peter must have made his aunt remove all of it when he got to high school.

“So, what movie did you get?” Peter’s voice sounded behind you pulling you from your thoughts and as you turned around, you saw him leaning against the kitchen wall, his hands fidgeting.

He probably just wanted to get this night over with.

You bit your lip as you reached into your bag, pulling out a DVD disk. Here goes nothing. “I brought Star Wars,” you said quietly as you watched his face shoot up to meet yours. It was a movie he would make you watch all the time in middle school and judging by his reaction, he seemed to remember.

You expected him to get mad, his face was hard, expressionless. “Did you bring anything else?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall and making his way over to you.

“No,” you replied, still grasping the cover. He now stood directly in front of you, reaching his hand out to take the cover from your hands as he stared at it.

“I haven’t seen this in years.” You looked up to see Peter with a soft smile on his face as he flipped over the cover, viewing the back. He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours as a smile found your face.

“Didn’t think you’d still like it.” You mumbled as you realized how close the both of you actually were. There was something in eyes you couldn’t point out, they were softer, almost more vulnerable than any thing you’d seen of him in school. It was as if all his walls were down.

The hand of his that wasn’t holding the case lightly made its way to your arm, grazing it. Your faces were inches apart. His gaze was below your eyes, at your lips as he stepped even closer. “You don’t know what I like.” He whispered.

The two of you leaned in close to each other, forgetting the rules you made, almost in contact until the sound of a door clicking made you jump away from him, landing on the couch.

“Peter! I left some leftovers on the stove,” the sound of May calling out while she entered the room rang through the apartment, as you and Peter straightened yourselves and you stood up. “Just put it on medium in the microwave for a bit and it should get-“she turned around to see her nephew standing by the couch and you next to him, playing with your fingers. “- done.”

There was an awkward silence among the three of you as May stared at the two of you, tilting her head to the side as she tried to grasp what was going on. “May,” Peter spoke up, breaking the silence. “You remember Y/N, right?” He snaked an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his side.

You gulped as she kept staring at you. “Hey Ma- Mrs. Parker.” You gulped, waving at her.

It was quiet for a bit longer as her eyes darted between the both of you, a warm expression finding her face. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you since,” she said softly, a smile appearing as she shook her head slowly. “I can’t remember.”

You felt almost remorseful as you watched May’s expression shift. She was heartbroken when you and Peter fell out, you remember Ned telling you countless times that she’d scold Peter for letting go of you.

“Yeah, we got in touch recently and,” Peter said he went to grab your hand pulling it up. “This happened.” He lied smoothly as you smiled at her.

You swore you saw her smile falter a bit, “Oh.” Was all she said as she put her keys in her purse and looked at her nephew before her gaze landed back on you again. “Well, I’d love to catch up, Y/N, but I have to get to work.”

“It’s not a problem Mrs. Parker.” You said as she walked to open the front door.

“Dear, you can still call me May.” She laughed before stepping out. “Have fun you two.”

After she shut the front door behind her, you moved your hand out of Peter’s grasp, stepping back from him. “So,” you said to him while he avoided your eyes, making his way to the kitchen. “Does your aunt not like when you bring girls here, Parker?”

He laughed quietly, pulling out a few ingredients out of cabinets. “I don’t really have girls over here.”

An amused smile found your face as you moved to stand opposite the counter in front of him, completely forgetting about the interaction before May entered. “Oh really?”

He looked up to you grinning, before pulling a cook book out of a drawer. “Oh really. Only if they’re very special.” He winked at you before flipping through the pages, making your cheeks stain red.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, flustered at his actions, trying to change the subject.

“No offense to May’s pot pie but,” he began, eyes lighting up as he found the page he was looking for. “I’m really craving a good batch of cookies right now.”

You snickered at his childishness before moving to stand by him. “I’ll do it.”

He snorted without missing a beat, “Sure you will.”

You narrowed your eyebrows, smacking his arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What it’s supposed to mean is,” he tilted his head to look at you. “The last time you tried baking, we almost burnt your kitchen down.”

“That,” you defended. “Was five years ago. I’ve grown since then.”

  So the two of you got to work. As you created cookie batter, Peter played some music on his phone. He named himself ‘DJ’ for the night since anytime he tried helping you bake, you’d swat his hand away, muttering an ‘I got this.’

He watched you work, your eyes darting between the pages of the recipe to the ingredients around you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lips caught between your teeth as you worked and he’d laugh whenever you’d softly swaying to the music he played.

Why was he so entranced by you? Why did he feel like kissing you when you showed him a movie he’d last seen when he was fourteen? For every minute he spent with you he found himself with memories of things the two of you did when you were younger, when he hadn’t transform into a whole new person.

He could let his walls down around you, you knew the real him. A few weeks ago, you were just some girl he was holding onto for some money, it wasn’t supposed to go beyond that.

But now, he wanted nothing more than that.

“This tastes like ass.” You spit out the cookie onto your plate, gagging at it. You both sat opposite each other at the small dining table, eating the disaster of the desert you tried to make.

Peter chuckled as he took another bite. “Didn’t know you’d know what that tasted like, Y/N.” he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him before staring at him in disbelief as he bit into the cookie again. “You don’t have to pretend to like it Parker, I know it’s terrible. I failed as a chef.” You said, dramatically tossing the cookie back onto your plate and slumping back into your chair in defeat.

“No really,” he said before taking one last bite and dusting his hands out before forcing himself to reaching for another cookie. “It’s good.” He really didn’t like it; it was goopy and burnt, but he didn’t want you feeling worse.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft music he played.

“Why don’t you call me Peter anymore?”

You looked up at him, not expecting the question. “What do you mean?”

He placed the cookie back onto the plate before leaning in front, his arms resting on the table, his eyes looking directly into yours. “You call me Parker, all the time. It used to be Peter, I just wanted to know why.”

You contemplated your words as he looked at you. “I guess,” you spoke slowly. “I started hating you, after eight grade?” He nodded slowly at your words. The two of you never spoke about your falling out after it happened, the two of you never talked at all. “Not anymore of course, I just didn’t feel like calling you by your name. You weren’t exactly my favorite person after that.” You tried laughing a bit to diffuse the tension, but Peter didn’t seem that taken aback. “I mean, were best friends, Parker. And then one day you decided to throw that away without even telling me for, I don’t know, rep?”

A few more moments passed. You looked down at your lap. Should you have said that?

“You can still be happy, Peter.” You whispered, brushing a tear from his cheek. “You don’t need to sink to their level.”

“It wasn’t rep.” He said after a while. You thought he’d be angry, but his tone was soft and quiet, almost broken. “You know what it was like for me, Y/N.” he began. “They’d push me around every day. I’d come home with bruises on my face and I’d have to lie and tell May it was because I fell during gym. I couldn’t leave class a single day without being insulted or getting threatened. And then Ben died,” You looked at him when his voice cracked and you saw his hand shaking while he took a deep breath. “And I just couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N. I couldn’t.” You reached your hand out to his but he pulled his chair back and got up.

“I know I pushed you away, I know I did with Ned too. But, I- I hated my life. I hated waking up, I h-hated living.” You got up and went after him, standing opposite his shaking figure, gently lacing your hand with his, rubbing circles into his knuckles. “But after I did what I did, after I changed, they treated me like a god Y/N, I was finally happy for the first time in so,” You watched his face morph into a broken expression as his watering eyes stared into yours. “So long.”

“You didn’t know what it was like, Y/N.” he said, his hand moving up to clasp around yours on his face as he caught his breath. “I can’t go back to that.”

You found yourself leaning in front, until your forehead was pressed against his. “You don’t have to. But you don’t need to throw away who you really are either.” You realized you may never get the old Peter back, but you could sure as hell help this one.

Peter found himself leaning into your embrace for the second time that evening. His hand moved out of yours an instead encircled you waist, pulling you closer as his lips grazed over yours.

“What about the rules?” you whispered, your hand making its way into his hair.

“Fuck the rules.” He shook his head muttered before pressing his lips against yours. The two you stood pressed against each other for a few moments as his lips molded into yours. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You felt yourself slowly walking backwards until your back was pressed against the wall behind you. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as his hands pulled you flush against him. Years of anger, confusion and longing to go back to what once was poured out of the two of you as you pulled him closer, breaths mixing into a fusion of adoration before the loud ringing of someone's phone sounded.

“You better get that.” You mumbled into his mouth. He simply groaned and shook his head against yours, his lips moving to the corner of your mouth. “It could be Martin.” You said. “Peter.”

He pulled away, his eyes looking deep into yours before he pecked your nose and moved back, untangling himself from you and grabbing his phone, sliding to answer the call. “What do you want, Martin?” he spoke impatiently, eyeing you still against the wall.

“Hey man,” Martin spoke from the phone. “Just thought I’d call to see if everything was,” his voice lowered, “going according to plan? You still do want that cash don’t you?”

Peter looked up at your tangled hair and lightly swollen lips. Your eyebrows furrowed at him as you stepped forward.

You were worth so much more than five hundred bucks.

“Screw the money, Martin.” He said.

 “What?” Martin replied, taken aback. “Parker, what’s going on without you?”

“I don’t need your money, I don’t need you.” Peter bit back, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Watch it Parker-” Peter hung up the phone before Martin could finish, tossing it onto the table before sighing.

“What happened?” You asked him, approaching him and grabbing his hand.

Peter smiled at you before pulling you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck, pulling you into an embrace. “I don’t want to fake a relationship with you anymore.” He whispered before lifting his face up and gazing into your eyes.

You gave him a bemused look.

He chuckled at you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I want to do it for real.” You looked up at him as you heard his voice change. It wasn’t as deep, instead lighter, and more genuine. You grin was wide as he dipped his head back down, connecting his mouth back to yours.

“You know I could’ve done with that five hundred dollars.” You pulled back, grinning at him.

“Shut up.” Was all he said before kissing you again, both your smiles broad.

-

Things changed a lot during the next week. Even though Martin was pissed at Peter, the rest of the guys didn’t seem to care that much. He still hung out with his friends, and after a while of actually getting to know them, they didn’t seem all that intolerable.

Most of them.

You saw Peter softening up sometimes, he no longer dragged you to the back of classes or spent every minute of the day with the guys. However, there was still a line between the old Peter and new one.

Sometimes the line was less obvious, like when you introduced Peter to MJ. The two were hesitant to talk to each other at first, not knowing how to act or what to say, but after Peter caught a glimpse of the book MJ had with her during lunch, the two of them dove into a heated debate, frustrating MJ and amusing Peter.

You grinned as the two of them bickered, laughing at MJ. She’d probably be much closer to the Peter you knew when you were younger, but you learned to love the Peter you had right now.

“Peter?” he hummed in response for you to go on as you played with his hair. “I invited someone over today, to hang out with us. That okay?”

It was one evening when you decided to test just how much the line could falter.

You and Peter hung out in your apartment, his head resting on your lap as the two of you sat on your couch, watching TV. You saw your phone buzz before deciding to talk to Peter.

“Don’t know,” he replied before grinning at you. “Is she cute?”

You rolled your eyes at him, silently scolding him as the doorbell rang. You lightly pushed him off of you as you went to answer it, him standing up behind you and following you. “It’s not a she, actually.” You grasped the front door handle, turning to face him.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he crossed his arms behind you. “Who is it then?”

You smiled at him before, pulling open the front door. Behind it, Ned stood, playing with his hands. “Hey Peter.” He said quietly, slowly waving at him.

Peter looked between you and Ned, stepping in front of you to be directly in front of the boy. Your heart sunk as Ned flinched at the movement, probably used to being hurt by people like him.

Peter’s face softened as he held his hand out to the boy, smiling instead. Ned’s mouth turned into a broad grin before he excitedly put his hand in, the two delving into their old handshake before Peter pulled him into a hug, both of them laughing. “I missed you buddy.” Peter said before pulling away and pulling you in, Ned’s hands trapping the two of you into a group hug.

Things weren’t going to be the same, but right then and there, you knew you could be okay.                                          

[spideythotsblog]

Unrequited Love (tom holland)

"and maybe i like you because you're my best friend. maybe it's just that but i love you. i wholeheartedly love you. with every ounce of my body, i just love you." you paused, taking a quick breath in. spinning on your heel, you looked back to your bed. "how's that?"

the hamster on your bed wasn't paying any attention. you sighed, "you're right.. too forward. he will think i'm crazy."

turning back to the mirror you looked at yourself and wondered, why not me? why does he continuously choose other girls who hurt him over you? granted being best friends catapulates you into the forever friend zone, but if he could just see what you saw...

what you saw was different. you see love and light within your relationship, an unconditional love emanates from him to you just not in the way you needed. you we're in love with him and the stupid things he does. you loved how he laughed when you told a funny joke, or the way he would giggle if he was playing a prank on you. you were infatuated with his ability to ruin just about every movie that he has seen and you haven't.

what he saw was friendship, which you also loved about him. your friendship was strong and loving. he didn't think that the way your hair looked in the morning was adorable, or the way you made your coffee was absolutely ridiculous but still charming. what he saw was different and you didn't know if he would ever change his mind about that.

but how much longer could you stand to see girl after girl leave his bedroom in the morning, casually walk out the door while you watched criminal minds in the living room. not only was it painful to see that but to also see him pick the girls up in the bar the night before, wishing he would come to his senses and walk to you instead.

it hurt, honestly. it hurt to love him. and he has no idea...

you see your door fling open and there stands tom, warmly smiling at you. "morning!" he said cheerfully.

"good morning," you smiled back, he looked adorable. you two hadn't gone to the bars last night, so you wouldn't have to watch as someone left this morning.

"do you wanna come take tessa for a walk with me?" he asked politely, still standing in your doorway with his ruffled hair and baggy sleep clothes.

"yeah, i'll come. let me get ready," he nodded to you and closed the door behind himself. you turned back to the mirror and sighed heavily. "you have to tell him, today." you whispered.

----

"good girl, tess!" tom shouted, throwing another ball as far as he could.

you've been holding back for a while now, you didn't know how to start. he is probably going to think you're crazy or weird or both. ultimately, you weren't scared of rejection but scared it will tarnish the friendship you two have. he is obviously going to look at you differently because of it.

"you right?" he said, putting his hand on your arm. "you haven't really said anything since we got here." you looked over to him.

"yeah, i'm okay. just thinking, i guess," you looked down at your feet. he looked at you as if to continue talking, but you couldn't. you weren't ready for everything to be different. "i don't know, just in my head..."

he rubbed your arm and smiled sweetly at you. "i'm always here, okay?"

"i know, tom. thanks," you smiled back but it quickly faded when someone approached the both of you.

she was small and blonde, having a flirtatious look on her face. "tom?" she grabbed his attention away from you, his hand retreated from your arm as he turned around.

"oh, hey penelope!" he smiled at her. you recognized her, she's come out of tom's room once or twice.

tessa came back with her ball, you took this opportunity to quietly walk away with her, pretending you were just playing. you could hear their conversation diminish as you got further away.

you could feel your heart hurting for him and there being nothing you can do about it. you knew this wasn't healthy and you knew that even if you told him, you would still hurt like this. you lived with him, there was nothing you could do to get your mind off of him. and maybe that was the problem.

"y/n?" you could hear him calling, you quickly wiped the frown off your face and raised your arm in the air for him to notice you. he jogged over, looking accomplished.

"there you are," he said to you, then reaching down to pet tessa. "i got her to come over tonight," he smirked.

normally, you would laugh at something like that to hide how you actually felt. you would tell him to just keep quiet so you could sleep, you'd be supportive. but what came out was the opposite of that, it shocked you how quickly you said it too. "i'm moving out,"

his face fell instantly, "what?" he spoke softly.

you quickly regained your thoughts. "my mom, she wants me to come stay with her..."

a lie. a big ole lie. right in his face you lied to your best friend. you didn't know why you just made that decision so fast. you knew your mom would let you stay with her the only problem she was four hundred miles away.

"f-for a little bit or like for good?" he looked concerned, worried and sad all at the same time. it was killing you.

you took a minute to respond, "for good..."

"when?"

"lets, uh- lets talk about this later, can we?" you asked, taking the opportunity to walk forward, tessa following right behind you.

"no, y/n, can we do this now? if my best friend is leaving me i need answers." he grabbed your arm and you had to hold back tears at this point.

you knew you had to leave, it was the only way for you to not hurt as badly anymore watching him be with other girls all the time. once you had moved on, maybe you could come back but it won't be the same. you thought it would be a good solution but now you'll just be apart, you'll fade. the friendship was ruined either way at this point.

you turned around with tears welling in your eyes. "y/n.. what's going on with you?"

"i love you! don't you get it?" you nearly shouted at him, he let go of your arm.

"i love you too, i don't know what you-"

"no, tom. i'm IN love with you. i have been for months now!" you were wiping tears from your cheeks as people passed by.

tom was looking at you softly, "oh..."

"seeing you bring girl after girl home, its...it hurts," you started. "it hurts to love you." you admitted, looking down.

"i had no idea, y/n. im so sorry, but please don't move out. i'll-i'll stop bringing them home, i will-"

"i don't want you to change your life just because i have some crush on you! i want you to be happy, i want you to be able to talk to a girl without feeling like you're making me sad."

"what are you saying?" he looked hurt. you couldn't even imagine what he was thinking right now.

"i know you don't feel the same way, i do. but i'm saying that because i love you, im letting you go," you turned sideways, tears brimming over your eyes now.

"but i don't want that!" he yelled. "i don't want to lose you, y/n please. there has got to be something, just because i don't love you like that doesn't mean we stop being friends."

"we don't have to not be friends i just can't live with you anymore, i have to move on." you said quietly. he thought for a moment as silence filled the space around the two of you.

you felt relieved that you had told him, but couldn't shake the fact that you were actually going to go stay with your mom. you kept this inside for months, it was like a breath of fresh air.

he walked up beside you and turned you to look at him, he grabbed your forearms and it made you look up. "lets go on a date," he said simply.

"what?"

"we've been friends for how long and i've never taken you on a date. i've never seen that side of you before, you know me, y/n. im not a close minded person, i can adapt and change-"

"i don't want you to change-"

"i want to change, if it means not losing you," he looked at you softly. "let's give it a shot, yeah?"

you thought about all of this. the conversation you had just had with him and how you never expected it to go the way this just did. you didn't have high hopes, but you knew now no matter the outcome tom was by your side. holding your hand or not, you didn't care.

[spideytingle616]

Five Months: Masterlist

*based on the five stages of grief*

Completed on April 18, 2021

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Description: The first time you touch your soulmate, you’re able to see a glimpse into your future. What happens if your future is also your end?

Warnings: Angst, death, mentions of blood/violence, swearing, panic attacks, mentions/implications of sexual activity

Ao3 Version

Month One, Denial: The Flashforward That Never Happened

Month Two, Anger: Love Isn’t a Decathlon Event

Month Three, Bargaining: A Shoulder to Cry On Becomes a Heart to Love On

Month Four, Depression: Is Homecoming Spelled L-I-Z or E-V-I-L?

Month Five, Acceptance: Love, and Never Forget

[interstellarflowers]

peter parker x reader | i want you to know | chapter four

i want you to know | chapter four: three hundred thirty three

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | masterlist

a/n this ones a doozy

major t/w suicidal thoughts, anxiety attack, cursing

word count: 1903

unedited

     It had been a long fucking day. Possibly the longest day of your life, it was lively in all of the worst ways possible. Despite all of these differences, here you were again, on the edge of the roof, at the edge of your world. 

    You stared down and was met with an inky abyss, but you know that all the way down there was a sidewalk. A hard sidewalk. Roughly ninety-three stories in above ground, it was enough...You shook it off and dismissed the idea from your head, it would make all of your work worthless, it would make the betrayal of Uncle Bruce’s one request for naught, and most importantly, it wouldn’t bring your dad back.

   Your father was a man of science, your mother was too, which made you a woman of science as well. You had been aware of death for as long as you could remember, nothing was ever sugar coated, you never had the luxury of that, so you never stopped to ponder what exactly death meant either. Where was he now? 

    “(y/n)” you were snapped out of your thoughts by a certain web-slinger who you specifically asked to not come tonight, but there he was...Peter was truly relentless. 

   You didn’t respond, why would you? After what happened today, you didn’t know if you could ever look him in the eye again.

            “Peter what the fuck.”

   “(y/n), he was fucking with you! He was saying shit he shouldn’t have, and he knew it! Even Mr.Morita agrees, Flash was extremely out of place.”

   “Peter, I don’t give a fuck what Mr.Morita had to say, he doesn’t know what I know.”

  “(y/n),” the harsh lines in Peter’s face softened and he looked sorry, but you didn’t care it was too late, “I was just defending my friend.”

  “Peter, I’m not your friend.”

  You felt a pang in your chest as you felt remorse and regret over what you had just said to him. Of course he was your friend, he was your best friend. But on the other hand, you were certain that best friends should be able to look each other in the eye.

             You knew that Peter wasn’t a mind reader, but you did know that Peter knew that you wanted him to back down, and he didn’t. You also knew Peter’s power, Flash did not. You knew your Peter, that was not him. 

  You had only seen him like that once before and it was the most horrifying scene you had ever witnessed in your entire life. Given, it was on a battlefield, but nevertheless still horrifying. It was the day your dad died. The day was a blur, details are lost in tragedy, but you could recall one thing clear as day, and it was this look on Peter’s face that you had never seen before. 

             The best thing about Peter had always been that he had this way about him. You would refer to it as the ‘Parker way,’ only in your head though, of course, he had this glimmer in his eye and this sparkle in his smile and it made everything feel like it was going to be okay. It was hope, but on that day you saw the light drain from his eyes and you saw the sparkle turn off like a light bulb. It was terrifying because that was the moment that you knew that everything was not going to be okay, because hope was gone. 

  You were sobbing over your father's body, pleading with nothing, talking to a shell, but it didn’t stop you from looking up at Peter from time to time. You saw him watching you, but he watched you with that same drained look, you saw him fist clench so hard you were sure he would break it, and you realized that this was the look of a man who was about to snap. 

     And he did…

               “(y/n), you don’t mean that.”

   You didn’t respond, you just walked to chemistry.

   “You promised.”

   “...I know I did, but (y/n)-”

   “Peter you promised! You scare me! You-you need to leave!” You could feel tears threatening to start pouring out of your eyes, and you did what you thought you would never do again, you looked into Peter’s eyes.

   They were the same. They were the same puppy dog eyes that you had always looked into, but they were glistening, they were glistening with tears. You knew Peter like the back of your hand, you could read him like a book. His face spoke to you it said, “I’m sorry,” it said regret, it said sadness, it said that it was tired, it said that it needed a break, and it...it said something else too, it had always been there for as long as you could remember but you never really knew what it was trying to tell you. It was screaming at you but you could never hear it.

   “(y/n), listen.” You opened your mouth to retaliate but Peter cut you off, “(y/n), I always listen to you, but this time I really need you to listen to me. I’ve been coming here for nearly eleven months, okay? That’s nearly three-hundred and thirty days, and maybe that’s not a lot in the big picture, but (y/n), you have to understand that’s eleven months of no sleep, that’s eleven months of always worrying about you, fearing for your well-being, fearing for your life-”

   “Then stop-”

   “I’m not finished yet.” he said it with such softness yet such firmness, it made the tears start to fall, 

   “Look, I’m sorry. What I did today, it wasn’t my place, I know that, and I promise it won’t happen again. But you have to understand, you were always mine to protect. On every battlefield we ever stepped foot on, we had a mission, but you were always my main mission, to get you out safe. Ever since...Ever since Mr.Stark, the world has felt like a battlefield. I know that Thanos is gone but, people remain, people like Flash. They lurk around corners, they scheme in the dark corners of the internet, they make life a fight, and just like the wars we’ve fought together, you are still my number one mission, and I’m sorry. I know you hate me now, or something, but I don’t think that will ever change. I’ll be in college and everything will still be (y/n) Stark, I’ll be married and it’ll still be (y/n) Stark, fuck, (y/n), I’ll be dead and everything will still be (y/n) Stark! I thought my world was gone without Mr.Stark, but God, my world without (y/n) Stark is nothing. That’s why I never stop, that’s why I’m always here, maybe it’s selfish, maybe it’s not, maybe I’ll never know...But (y/n), I want you-no I need you to know that I know I’ll never feel the pain that you’re feeling right now. I lost my parents but it didn’t have the same publicity, trust me, what people say...It’s vile, but I’m hurting too. Mr.Stark’s death hurt me, you know it did, and it still does, but what’s really hurting me now...It’s you. So, feel however you want about me, I don’t care (y/n) Stark, do your worst, but fuck, just let me sit here, God knows I’ll be here for as long as you are for another three-hundred and thirty days if need be. Let’s just...sit.” 

   So you did. 

                           “Peter.” you called out to him but he couldn’t hear you,

   “Peter.” Steve called out to him next, but he was gone,

   “Pete.” Uncle Bruce pleaded with him.

   Peter was gone, someone else was in his place. Whoever this was looked exactly like him, but he didn’t have his eyes. These were the eyes of a dead man, Peter was gone, a ghost in his place. You couldn’t hear it, it was like the world had been muted, but you knew everyone else did, you could see the looks on their faces, you could see the scene in front of you. 

   This person screamed at the sky, he cursed the universe and everyone in it, he punched and thrashed at the air until he collapsed into a shaky pile on the ground. 

   This scared you, but what really scared you was when it was time to board the ship and go. You watched as Thor started to lug him up, and it all happened so fast yet so slow, it was like the world was in slow motion and fast forward all at once, but the next thing you knew Peter was on the ground again on his knees, silently sobbing and uttering apologies. Thor reassured him over and over, that it was okay, that he understood, but what Peter didn’t know was about the stitches that you watched Thor get later that night. 

   Nobody knew that you were still awake, they all assumed you were knocked out from everything, but you were wide awake. You softly walked down the hallway and slipped around corners until you were where you needed to be. The room didn’t have an official name, but it was a place where the medical supplies were kept, it was where people went when they were hurt. 

   “(y/n)?”

   “How’d you know I was here.”

   “Stealth was never your strong suit.” You both cracked a weak smile at one another as you moved to sit next to him, all you could do was stare at the stitches,

   “Is that…”

   “Yeah, it is, but I’m alright.”

   “Yeah…” Physically he was fine, he’d been through a lot worse, but emotionally you knew he was hurt. He was aching because of who the wound had come from.

   “(y/n)-”

   “Why did he do that.”

   “Well, it’s been a lot-”

   “He shouldn’t have done that.” You could feel your breathing getting heavier and the room starting spinning,

   “(y/n), it’s okay, breathe, you know Peter doesn’t lash out-”

   Sobs broke free from your throat and you put your head on Thor’s lap,

   “But he did.”

   “He won’t again. You know that. He’s still our Peter.”

   You nodded but the room kept spinning and the air seemed to be getting sucked out of your lungs whenever you tried to breathe in,

   “(y/n)?”

                      “(y/n)?” You shifted your position to turn towards Peter.

   Tired, ragged, burnt out, broken.

        “He’s still our Peter.”

            “Peter.” 

   “There’s one more thing that I want you to know.” You were silent but you nodded for him to go on,

   “I want you to know that-”

   There was a gunshot, loud, clear. It broke the warm air and made your ears pop. 

   It came out of nowhere.

   You couldn’t have known.

   It wasn’t your fault. 

   There was no way that you could have known....

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Hold my flower

A/n:  Thank you for all the positive feedback on Sick Peter. It has over 200 notes on it and you guys are just amazing. I hope you enjoy lovelies! Requests are open!

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You always walked with Peter together to classes or through the halls. Everyone admired how cute you guys were from afar. Nerds, but cute nerds. Both of you were very sweet and were usually holding hands or pinkies while walking through the hallways, but today you guys were given a big project for chem and so Peter was carrying all the research books and papers that wouldn’t fit in your guys’ backpacks.

School had just ended and you guys were walking down out of the main hall when Flash came up behind you guys and slapped Peter’s books out of his arms.

“Wow so weak Penis Parker can’t even carry books” Peter scrambled to pick up the books and papers that were now scattered across the floor. You helped pick up the rest of his stuff while Flash was still laughing.

Peter stood up with his books messily in his arms and struggled to fix it. You glared a Flash who was now high fiving his friends. 

“Come on lets just go.” Peter said grabbing your arm to get away from the attention the crowd was giving you guys.

“Aww look now the geeks are running away to their hideout. Gross nerd love.” 

“Y/n.” Peter tugged on your arm, but you still stood there. The crowd quieted down looking at you, confused as to why you weren’t leaving. Flash turned to look at you.

“You looking at the prize honey? All you have to do is ask and you can have this. Leave Penis Parker, you’re out of his league anyway. He can’t even stand to show you off to people. He’s nothing.”

You’re emotions snapped.

“What did you say about Peter?” You said dropping your backpack with a thud. Everyone was staring intently at you; if a pin dropped you would be able to hear it.

“He’s nothing.” Flash expressed unsure of what was happening.

Your hands moved to your hair, pulling out the flower crown.

“Hold my flower crown.” Peter took it willingly with a small smile on his face because he knew all hell was about to break loose. Flash had referred to you as both an object to claim and was trying to flirt with you while dissing Peter, whom you loved and everyone knew.

“Kick his ass baby. I got your flower crown.” 

“Kick my ass? She’s like 5′2″.”

“Well Flash let me tell  you where you went wrong with this WHOLE situation.” You walked towards him pushing him hard into one of the lockers. The crowd inhaled sharply.

“You decided to be a shitty person. Mistake number one.”

“What are you doing?! Get off of me.” He tried to push you back and succeeded a little until you dug your feet into the ground and grabbed the collar of his shirt. You pulled him forward.

“Second was knocking my BOYFRIEND’S books out of his arms with no reason.” Flash tried to pull back stretching out his shirt. He wasn’t going to get away that easily. You grabbed his ear pulling him down to eye level as he yelped in pain

“Third is that you referred to me as an object. I am not something you own. Neither is any other female or male. I am a human not an object you can show off to make you look good.”

Flash started to give up on “being a nice guy” at this point and finally tried to swing and hit you. Needless to say you stopped his swing, punched him hard in the stomach, then twisted his arm behind his back until he was face down on the floor. 

“Lastly I have a boyfriend I love. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be with him. He is more than you are. So if he is nothing in your eyes what does that make you? Beaten by a girl who is 5′2″.” You told him and let him go. You looked up and everyone either looked astonished or was recording what just happened. Peter was the only one with the biggest grin on his face.

“I let you do that.” Flash said getting up. Annoyed you turned around and went for your thermos filled with soup then for Flash’s backpack that had ended up on the ground. Slowly you poured all the contents into his backpack.

“Whatever Flash. Fix your personality.” His backpack hit the floor soggy and you laced arms with Peter, but not before he put the flower crown back on your head.

“You held back some” Peter said making you laugh

“Well I have to leave him with whatever dignity he has left.”

Flash never bothered you guys again.

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little talks | tom holland x reader

pairing: tom holland x reader request number one: hi, can you please do a tom holland x reader, one please. reader is a makeup artist, cute and fluffy.   warnings: my attempt at fluff?   notes: try not to cringe? for my sake. 

2 weeks, that’s how long you had been a makeup artist for Tom Holland. 2 weeks and you were still nervous about stepping foot into the same room as him. 2 weeks, and you had hardly had a conversation with Tom. Every few words shared between you and Tom would be the Epitome of awkwardness. It was as if every time you walked into the makeup trailer, your ability to make simple conversation disappeared and all you were left with was a few ‘okays’ and ‘we’re done’s’. It never really bothered you that much, and you sure as hell didn’t know if it bothered him, but sometimes you felt terrible. Sometimes Tom would actually try to make an effort to talk to you, and all you would do was smile or nod.  

You walked into the make up trailer for the hundredth time to be only greeted by a gust of cold air. Usually, Tom was waiting for you, but it seemed like you would be the one waiting. You put your bag down and took out your phone. You figured that if Tom was going to be late, you might as well be productive, and scrolling through Instagram seemed like the perfect time-consuming activity. Before long, a voice bought you to an abrupt halt from liking random pictured.  

“Aren’t I normally the one in the chair?” Tom asked with a small smirk on his face.  

“shit, sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” you responded, feeling a little embarrassed.  

“I play spider-man for a reason, all that spidey stealth’s paid off,” he replied with a smile on his face.  

“haha, very funny. Now use some of that spidey stealth into this chair,” you chuckled, while looking at your watch, your smile dropping a little, “we’re running 10 minutes late,”  

“Yeah, sorry about that,”  

“no, that’s quite alright,”  

Tom took a seat in the chair, and you moved to his side, applying the base coats first and then working your way up. Being a make up artist for tom was easy. He had bright skin, and he clearly exfoliated. It was quite obvious, the more you looked at his face you realised that he had better skin then you. You looked away before he noticed you looking at him for longer than ever intended. After a couple minutes, you were done and before long Tom was out the door, giving you a little smile and a wave he walked down the steps, and you watched him walk away from the trailer.  

You sighed as you started the clean up all the makeup ad brushes. Instead of driving home like you usually would you decided to stay on set for a little bit. Working as a makeup artist for a co-operation as big as this one had its perks. You could sneak your way into scene rehearsals or meet a few of the cast.  

You stepped out of the trailer, shut the door and let your exploration begin. After a couple hours and a few coffee’s, it was time for you to do Tom’s make up for the second scene. You were nervous, you weren’t exactly sure why. Perhaps it was that you had finally had a conversation with Tom and you were scared that he was going to want to talk again, what were you going to say? Thoughts and questions racing at you because you were nervous. Was it merely nerves, maybe there was something more? You pushed the idea away before it could develop and explode.  

It was unprofessional and not something you wanted to be known for. Sure, Tom was attractive, and sure you had googled his name a couple of times, but that was all business. It was just pure curiosity, right? Before your thoughts could manifest, even more, you had arrived at the trailer.  

You stepped through the small wooden door to find Tom already there. You were surprised to say the most, he usually would keep you waiting for at least 30 minutes, but today he was here. And he was on time. Maybe he wanted to talk to you through god gets a grip Y/N.  

“Hey, Y/N,” Tom said with a small smile as he looked up at you, this time not from his phone but from one of your books. Your favourite actually. You looked at the book and then up at him, saying a short hello you shifted your way toward the makeup.  

After a few moments of extremely awkward silence, you decided to say something, “How do you like the book so far?”  

“Hmm?” Tom asked, not fully listening to you, the book pulling him further in, “Oh! Yes, sorry. I just saw the book and thought wow nice book. So I picked it up and started to read, I’m really sorry. It’s an excellent book, I didn’t mean to, IF you-”  

Before Tom could ramble any further, you decided to stop him not wanting him to feel bad, “Don’t worry about. It’s a great book. What’d you think about the main character?”  

“Not a big fan of him,” Tom answered with an affirmative glance at you.  

You gasped as you pretended to play as if you were hurt “Gosh, how dare you? He’s amazing.”  

“How?” Tom questioned as if you were delusional.  

“he’s a sexy, 6’2, with a great personality and great humour.” You stated.  

“Sure, Sure. He’s a grade-A dick who sleeps with half the village and settles down after falling him love after one a week.”  

“That's the best part about him. He changes!”  

After about 20 minutes of laughs and talking, it was time for Tom to get back to filming. He was already late, so you sent him off on his way after a quick goodbye.  

You began to pack your things, smiling slightly, remembering the things you had talked about. Maybe you were going to like it here. Maybe Tom wasn’t as bad you thought he was.  

End OF Part One.  

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One Plus One

Summary: One plus one does make three, if you are not careful.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was only a one night stand, nothing more. And now, you just found out that you will have a reminder of that night, forever.

You weren’t even drunk, so you couldn’t blame the alcohol for negligence. But at that moment you really wished you could.

You didn’t even hear what the doctor was saying. You completely blacked out after the word ‘pregnant’.

You thanked the doctor and you were about to leave when she gave you some papers.

“You know, there are many options. Good luck and call if you made up your mind.” she sounded truly concerned and with that you left.

You went home with the papers in your hand. Only at home were you able to look at them. One was about abortion, the other was about adoption.

But you didn’t know what to do, you were scared alone and pregnant. Not the best combination.

It took you a week to get over the crying and finally making a plan.

Obviously abortion wasn’t an option to you, so you threw that paper out the window. On a Friday afternoon, after work, you sat down with many papers in hand. You wrote two paper full, one with advantages and the other with the disadvantages. In total you had about twelve papers full and on display on your floor. Everything was on it, stuff like, money, accommodation, and stuff a baby needed, food. Everything.

In the end you had one paper. Just like a list. You put it up on your wall in the living room.

You had thought everything throughout. Not missing any points.

You had some savings, you worked, you had a flat with two bedrooms, and suddenly you felt like you could do it.

But there was one question in the back of your mind.

Whether you should tell Tom or not. But then again, you didn’t know anything about him. You knew he deserved to know, so you tried and looked for him at the bar you met, you went there occasionally but never saw him.

So, in the end, you let fate decide.

***

After five months, you had a visible belly showing. You could hide it with clothes but when you were at home, you didn’t. You just loved to look at it, you couldn’t believe that a baby was in you.

You went to the store to get groceries and of course the jar you had your eye on was at the top of the shelf. Where else would it be?

As you were about to give up a hand appeared and took the jar. You turned and surprise, there he was. The man you had a one night stand, the man that got you pregnant, the father of your child, yet he has no idea.

This is fate. And you knew what you had to do.

“Thank you.” you said as he handed you the jar. He looked very handsome and almost as if he was happy to see you.

“You are welcome. Strange place to meet again, isn’t it?” you nodded.

“Can…can we talk?”

***

You two ended up in a small café. It was quite small but it wasn’t crowded, which gave you enough space.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about, Darling?”

“I’m going to make this easy for you and just say it. But please don’t interrupt me. Okay?”

“Go on then.” he was still smiling.

“That night…it was amazing and I know this might sound strange but I tried to find you. No, don’t smirk, not because of that. You see, I got pregnant that night, and before you ask, yes, I am 100% sure the baby is yours and here comes the but.” his smile disappeared as he looked at you in disbelief. “I want you to know, because you have the right. You don’t have to do anything with the baby. I will take care of the baby alone, it’s perfectly fine. I don’t need your immediate answer, I will leave this paper here, and it has my number and address on it. If you want nothing to do with me, its fine, you can throw this out.”

You gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. It was a lot to take in, you understood that. You came out of nowhere and claimed you are having his child, must be a lot.

“So…how…okay. I would like to be a part of this. I was very happy to see you because I regretted leaving in the morning like that. You are a kind girl, and I hated that I left you like that. But this…wow. A baby?”

“Yes. I actually have an appointment for tomorrow to find out the gender.”

“I want to go!” this came out fast. It surprised you a bit.

“Sure. I’ll text you the details, if you can-“ his phone was in your hand quick.

***

A little boy. That’s what you were having. A little man inside you. Still small, but strong. Tom came to the doctor’s as he promised. Then came back to your apartment. The presence of a man helped a lot, not only the fact that he was able to reach to top shelf, but he was very helpful.

When you were eight months pregnant Tom came up with the idea of living together. Giving a chance of the two of you. And that way he could be there if something happens, you see he was very protective of both of you.

You and Tom learnt a lot about each other. With every passing day a bit more. And maybe it was the fact that your hormones were over the roof but you slowly began to fell in love with him. He was just so caring, kind and amazing. He rubbed your back, legs, prepared food, got you your cravings in the night. He even comforted you while you cried at the doctor’s when you saw the baby on the monitor. He dealt with your mood swings pretty easily and always knew what to say.

But you weren’t the only one in love.

Tom was as well. He was the kind to easily fall in love. But this time, it was true love. He was overjoyed when he met you in the store. Scared when you told him about his child. And now, happy. In his life for the very first time, he felt like he was on the right path. You were the perfect girl for him, someone he always imagined to marry and have a family with.

He was the one to confess, he planned it all, a nice dinner with all your favourite food.

And of course, you ended up confessing as well. He even kissed you, in the middle of his living room.

“We sure like to do things backwards.” he said making you laugh. “But I am going to do it the right way now, Y/N.”

“You are already doing it the right way, Tom.”

***

Sure, you never imagined it to be this way. Pregnancy, love and then marriage seemed like the wrong way of doing things. But they were done like that.

After giving birth to a healthy boy named, Emmet, Tom asked your hand in marriage.

Your son was two when you got married.

You were now living in a nice house with your son and husband. Your life seemed to be perfect, and it really was.

You got lucky that you didn’t had to raise a child alone, so you gave up your job and decided to help single parents in your country, Tom always admired you for doing that.

And now with your second child on their way, you were rather thankful for fate.

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