#hoodie of holland talks

[sadisticsongbird]

stargazing ~ tom holland

summary: request given by anonymous - ““Frat Tom Holland is super cocky and arrogant and y/n can't stand him. Over the summer, they're at the same beach, so in swimsuits of course, and Tom is wearing a short suit that leaves little to the imagination, especially when wet. And his muscles are glistening and all that. He keeps flirting with y/n and she resists as much as she can, even though she is definitely getting turned on. He eventually finally wins her over, and then goes fully dominant and cocky. He commands her to her knees and makes her beg to suck him off, and while she's choking and gagging on him, he's talking dirty and and boasting non-stop. :D”

warnings: smut (oral m & f, unprotected sex) 18+, a decent amount of swearing

word count: 9.7k

You absolutely hated the beach. More importantly the certain attire recommended for it. If you were able to, you would keep your fuzzy pajamas slipped on and your favorite hoodie and curl up in a blanket with a book in hand. Alas, the sun and heat made that near impossible. Every year, your family ventured on a vacation to your grandparents' beach house. You rarely saw your grandparents and weren’t sure why they even owned the beach house in the first place. Even in their old age, they enjoyed traveling, seeing the world. They were home once a year, if that and this was the way that they apologized to your parents for not being around more. Hey, you weren’t complaining. 

Because they traveled often, that meant they didn’t have to pay a mortgage. And that meant money. The beach house was nothing like your own home. While your parents weren’t poor, per say, they weren’t rich either. You lived in a decent home and once a year, on this vacation, you were allowed to live in the riches your grandparents provided for you. 

Your mother had announced that your family would be spending the day on the beach or the water this morning at breakfast. Despite your complaints, your mother demanded everyone be there as the one ‘family activity.’ Right now, your brother and parents were on the boat, sipping drinks on the water. You kept yourself on the beach, laying on a towel on your stomach. While you weren’t fond of sticking a bathing suit on, you still loved sitting outside and soaking up the sun. Maybe you could take a nap. The flight here had been long and you were running low on sleep as it was. 

Sleep had about caught up to you when you heard a group of people cheering a few hundred meters down the shore. Keeping one eye closed, you peered at the group across the beach. Sure enough, he was among them. Tom Holland. The cockiest frat-boy that ever lived. God, he got on your nerves. You don’t think you’d ever had a conversation with him that didn’t end in him hyping himself up. There were only spare conversations, but still. At first, you didn’t think he was that bad. 

You guys met three summers ago. He and a bunch of his friends and family had crashed at one of the houses a few down from yours. You were walking down the beach one evening and he was sitting out on a guard chair near the surfing area. Something had happened that day and you needed some time alone to clear your mind with your bare feet in the sand. You had almost missed him, and you would’ve if you didn’t notice the small splashes in the shallow water. He had been throwing stones from up in the chair with a sour look on his face. You were going to ignore him, letting him mope in his own little world, but he had a different idea. 

“It’s late, you know. Shouldn’t be walking on the beach alone.”

You stopped to look up at the chair, getting a better look at the boy. He was in swim trunks and a red unbuttoned shirt with a beer in hand. Sunglasses took a place on top of his mop of brown curls. They obviously had been wet only a little while ago as his hair laid messily. 

“You’re on the beach alone,” you remarked. 

“Yeah,” he said, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees and keeping his hands folded. “But I’m not a young girl.” 

“I am not young,” you bit back. “And I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can.” There was a glint in his eyes as he took a swig of his beer. “What’s your name?”

“I’m not so sure I should be telling that to a stranger.”

He chuckled before pausing. Tom hadn’t seen you here before even though he had been crashing houses here every summer since he was a kid. Moving himself down the chair, he waited for the bottom step to jump into the sand in front of you. 

“Tom,” he said, holding his hand out.

“What?” 

“Tom. That’s my name. You said you wouldn’t tell your name to a stranger.”

God, he just had an answer for everything didn’t he. 

“Y/N,” you said, grabbing his hand. 

“What’re you doing out here anyways…Y/N?”

“I’m taking a walk, clearing my mind.”

“Sure,” you said, walking away from him. He followed shortly behind you, but close enough so that you could still see his face. Tom didn’t want to invade, even though you agreed to let him come. He wasn’t sure why he wanted company either. He had left his rented house to get AWAY from people. 

“Dare I ask why your mind needs clearing?” You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get this stranger involved in your drama. “Not telling. Got it.” He was silent for a moment. “Well, would you mind if I tag along? Throwing stones is getting boring.”

You laughed quietly, trying to conceal it, but Tom noticed. He found it adorable how your nose crinkled like a bunny’s and how you looked down shyly trying to hide your smile. 

You both walked in silence, listening to the seagulls calling from far out in the water and for the waves to crash up on the shore. The sun was going down now, leaving the beach almost dark and quiet. There were few houses with porch lights on and couples sitting out, enjoying the sunset. You hoped that you and Tom didn’t look too strange walking the shoreline, but to any bystanders, you two just looked like a couple out for a stroll. 

“So, might you tell me why YOU’RE out here?”

“My brother’s are driving me up a wall,” he said flat out. “We’ve only been here for two days and I already want to pull my hair out.”

“My brother’s the same way! He does certain things that he KNOWS annoy me. Like yesterday, we were out on the lake. And, for the love, when I am dry and trying to enjoy some time out on the water, he HAS to jump in and splash me when I’m not looking.”

Tom didn’t stop you as you continued on your rant about your brother. He knew what it was liked, constantly being picked on, even though he was the oldest. Tom wasn’t the brightest of the bunch and his twin brother’s loved to point that out for him. He probably wasn’t defending himself on that front either, though, choosing to join a frat either. All he did was nod along, knowing EXACTLY how you felt. You were cute when you were passionate about something. 

Both of you were surprised with how dark it had gotten on your walk. The sun had disappeared completely and now the moon was the only thing lighting up the calm waters. You had no idea how far the two of you had walked. It wasn’t an island, however, the shore seemed to stretch forever in both directions. Neither of you had brought a cellphone to call someone or a flashlight to light up a path, so when you stumbled upon a few palm trees, Tom suggested you both find rest there. He took the last sip of beer and pondered what to do with it. It wasn’t like there were recycling bins just lying around. The two of you had walked far beyond where the houses were now, so it was just the beach and you. Tapping the empty bottle against his thigh, he came up with a fun idea for the both of you to do. 

“You don’t happen to have any paper on you…”

“Yes, just let me grab some paper, along with my jar of pencils and pens that you’ve seen me carrying around.”

“Sarcasm. Got it, no paper.” Abandoning his idea, he threw the empty bottle towards the water as hard as he could. There was a faint splash in the distance as his empty bottle floated away. 

You had already found a spot up against a tree, your arms wrapped around your knees as you leaned your head up to look at the stars. Tom came to sit next to you, mimicking your position. The stars were really pretty tonight, not being drowned out by the moon all the way. They were faint, almost appearing as if they were sparkling. 

“I love it when the stars are out.” It was true. Living in a busy city, you often forgot about stargazing because city lights made it hard to do. “The moon’s not bright enough to drown them out and they can finally be appreciated by those that see them.”

Tom understood the underlying metaphor, even if you didn’t yourself. He moved his gaze from the stars down to you. You were still looking up at the sky, lost in your own world. There had never been a person that Tom was so curious of before. You were so different from the girls that he was surrounded with. You weren’t shy, but you weren’t outgoing either, from what he could tell. The stories that you told him on your short stroll told him that you liked to keep to yourself, but part of that was just the way that you were conditioned. Your parents weren’t ones’ to recognize your accomplishments, keeping themselves occupied within their own lives and only paying attention when you were ‘causing problems for your brother.’ But you didn’t seem to be aware of just how bright you shined to him. 

A shiver brought you out of your thoughts. Not planning on being out this long nor this late, you had only put on a small tank top and pair of shorts. The night winds were starting to breeze through the beach and you weren’t sure if you could last being out here all night if that was what was going to happen. 

“You want my shirt?”

You looked over to Tom, already pulling off the red beach shirt, leaving him shirtless as he held the piece of clothing out for you to grab. 

“Won’t you get cold?”

He would. “I’m a warm person by nature. Trust me.” 

With hesitation, you took the shirt from him, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling it close to your chest. He was right. Despite the cooling temperatures, it was warm as a blanket fresh out of the dryer. 

“Thanks,” you finally mumbled, leaning back against the tree.

Tom stayed sitting upright, keeping his eyes on you. You looked at him and smiled, but he kept staring at you, small flickers from your eyes to your lips. Before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his. You had no idea what you were doing, and not just because this was your first kiss. Tom seemed to guide you, though, keeping his hand on your chin and disconnecting when you needed to breathe. But then, you were pushing yourself off of him as quickly as you had pounced on him. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I had no ide-”

“Hey,” he assured. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand still hadn’t moved from your face. Your faces were still close and even under the moonlight, you could pick apart his features. Freckles littered his nose and under his eyes. There was a certain sparkle to his brown irises, one that flashed unclear emotions. 

“It’s late,” you muttered, pulling your head back so as not to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. “We should maybe head back.”

“Can’t we stay a little while longer. We’re probably gonna get in trouble anyways. Why not enjoy our last moments of peace?” he joked. 

“Okay,” you agreed. Sitting back against the tree, Tom followed suit. Before you knew it, your head was placed on his shoulder and you had fallen asleep. 

The next morning, you had woken up in the lifeguard chair you had found Tom in earlier that night. You figured that he carried you that entire way and felt bad, especially since you still wore his shirt over top of your own clothes. You were going to return it when you found him and your brother chatting it up on the docks in a few houses down. 

Your brother turned around when he heard someone else on the docks. 

“Y/N/N, how’s it going? Someone may have let it slip that you were out late on the beach last night. Oops, my bad. Mom says you aren’t allowed out after dark the rest of the trip or she pulls your phone for a month.”

“Devon, what the fuck?”

Your sibling only laughed, raising his beer to Tom, who also had a bottle in his hand. Tom raised his beer before taking a long swig and finishing the bottle. 

“Mate, you got another one?” Tom asked. 

“Tom, Y/N. Y/N, Tom. This is my little sister, the champion complainer.”

“Plenty more where that came from.” Your brother reached beside himself and grabbed a beer out of a cooler, handing one to Tom and setting one down for himself. “Don’t believe you guys have met,” your brother started.

“Actual-” you began, but your brother interrupted. 

You expected Tom to correct your brother, but instead he looked up at you and raised his beer. “Nice to meet you,” he said slurred. 

You had no idea how long he had been on the dock with your brother, but if the five empty beer bottles between the two were any context, you’d say too long. 

“Tom, you shouldn’t be drinking so much in the morning,” you scolded. 

He just scoffed. “You weren’t kidding about the complaining. Get your sister off my back.” 

What was going on? You and Tom had just talked about your siblings last night. You confided in a complete stranger about the way you felt in your own home, but that was your first mistake. Storming away from the dock, tears threatening to spill, you wanted to curl up into a ball. That was not the boy you had spent time with last night. 

You never gave him his shirt back, kept it around your body until you fell asleep later that night. That was your second mistake. You couldn’t bear to take it home with you, but a part of you also wanted to return it to him. So you left it in your closet at the beach house, only to return and spot it hanging in your closet every summer. 

It was common knowledge to you that Tom returned every summer. The year you met, you vowed to not talk to him at all the rest of your trip. He had come up to you a couple times, trying to talk to you, but you ignored him. You didn’t want to listen to a word he said after what he did. The years after that, you both would run into each other on the beach. He would arrogantly flirt and attempt to make conversation, but you didn’t want to hear it, dismissing him rudely any chance you could get. 

You sat up on your elbows, still laying down, trying to get a better look at the group of guys he was with this year. There were only a few guys out with him and you recognized a couple as his brothers. They almost all had girls hanging on their shoulders and had a fire started in the center even though the sun had just started to go down. You wouldn’t have had the urge to walk over there until they started pounding loud music through a set of speakers, one of which was aimed at you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose, but it pissed you off none the less. You didn’t own the beach, but you definitely weren’t the only one annoyed. You saw a woman on her porch yelling at the group, but they didn’t notice her. She finally waved them off, going back inside her home. Getting up from your somewhat relaxing spot, you groaned internally and wiped the sand off of your front. You had been laying on a towel, but this was the beach. And sand gets everywhere. 

The trek to Tom’s beach house wasn’t that far from yours, but your feet still felt heavy as you dreaded having to talk to Tom. This was the third day of your trip and so far, you had managed to avoid him. But you guessed it was inevitable. Even though your relationship wasn’t as friendly as it once was, there was still something pulling you to one another. 

“Could you guys maybe turn it down a little? Some people are trying to relax.”

Harry, one of Tom’s brothers that you didn’t have a strong aversion to and actually treated you like a human being, greeted you with a side hug. 

“Y/N, how’s it going?” he asked. 

At the sound of your name, Tom turned his head away from the girl that had her lips latched onto his neck. She pulled away, giving him a look, but his gaze was only on you. With a smirk appearing on his face, he jumped off of the rock he had been sitting on and made his way over to where you and Harry were standing. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lone wolf. What, did your family leave you behind again?”

“No,” you shot back. “I chose not to go.”

“I forgot how considerate you are. Choosing not to spoil people’s time with your sour mood.”

“It’s only sour around you, Holland.”

“OKAY!” Harry interrupted. “We can turn it down a little, Y/N. Can’t we, Tom?”

“Sure,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Guess, I’ll see you around.” He smirked as he walked off. God, he was such a dick. 

You watched the way he walked back to the girl, swinging his arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her cheek, though you ignored the way it made you bubble up with jealousy. And you didn’t miss the glance over to you after, either.

“You’re turning green.” You looked at Harry, not exactly understanding what he meant. “‘M just saying. You two throw around all this talk. Maybe if you did a little less of that, you’d actually enjoy each other’s presence more.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “The day that Tom Holland and I act cordial with one another is the day civilization has fallen. See ya, Harry.” You turned around to go, but decided to leave one last comment. “Oh, maybe consider telling him that the music melts his brain down already more than it is. I know he hates being pointed out as the idiot he is.”

With that, you made your way back to your spot on the beach. The boat was yet to be docked and the sun was starting to set. You had no idea when your family would return, but you weren’t going to wait up. Picking up your towel, you shook off the sand before gathering the rest of your things and heading over to the back door. Before you got yourself inside all the way, you heard a yelp from one of the guys back at Tom’s party quickly followed by the music being turned down. You smiled to yourself before shutting the sliding door and relaxing yourself inside for the rest of the evening. 

It felt like you had barely been asleep for more than an hour when you heard the clicking of pebbles on your window. Looking over at the clock, it read about two a.m. You had watched a short movie before sleeping, unsure when your family would come home from the boat or if they were planning to stay out all night like they often did without you. No text message from them wasn’t a shocker either. 

You had given it a minute, thinking you had imagined the sharp sound at first. But when another hit your window, you got out of bed to walk to your window. You were on the main floor, tucked into the corner of the house in the room that used to be a library. Your mother had made you move out all the shelves of books, but you had taken it upon yourself to dig through them and keep the best reads for your own bookshelves at home. When you looked out into the night, there seemed to be no one there, so you opened it to stick your head out. You hadn’t even opened it all the way before a figure pushed you out of the way and hopped into your room. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!?” you whisper screamed. It was the middle of the night and a visit from Tom was the last thing that you wanted. 

You could smell the beer on his breath, but you said nothing. Seeing him without a drink in hand was a rare occurrence. 

“Love the room. Very…you.”

“Tom, get out.”

He made his way over to your bed, plopping down on the edge. “You really got this whole…beach vibe going on. The seashells and starfish.”

“Tom, what are you doing? If my parents-”

“Your parents aren’t here. They won’t know.” How did he know? If they were gone, the boat probably wasn’t there, but still. Had he been watching for them? Tom obviously took your confused silence as an invite to keep talking when he spoke up again. “Harry made me.”

“Harry made you what?”

“Come and apologize,” he slurred. “Says I was dick to you and I should say sorry. But I told him that I’m only mean because you are.”

“Really? Cuz that’s not how I remember it.”

He stood up from his spot on the bed, making his way over to you, still by the open window. “I said it’s because you’re just. So. Damn. Aggravating.” With every word, he inched closer until he was chest to chest with you. Suddenly you were self conscious about everything. Why had you gone to bed in only a shirt? Did you smell? Was your hair a mess? Shit, why did you care what Tom thought? Had he been shirtless this whole time? “What, got nothing to say now?”

Fuck, you hated how he was affecting you. It took everything in you not to comb your fingers through his curls, not to reach up and touch his chest, not to kiss the lips that were mere inches from yours and recreate a memory from three summers ago. 

“I-” you mumbled quietly. 

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his fingers under your chin, to raise them to meet his gaze better. 

“I-” You cleared your throat, finally getting a grip. “Y-you need to go.” Well, a partial grip.

“If you say so.” He backed away from you. “So what do I tell Harry? Since I, you know, apologized and all.”

“I don’t remember hearing an apology.”

“How’s this for one?” he asked, inching closer to the open window. “There’s a group bonfire happening tomorrow night. You can come if you want, so you’re not alone in the house if your parents go on a trip without you again.” You opened your mouth for a quick rejection, but it was like he read your mind. “If you say no, you’ll just be proving me right to Harry. It’s rude to reject an apology.”

He got under your skin like a painful sliver, a constant pain until it was plucked out. But every time it seemed to disappear, another one would worm its way back in. “Fine. I’ll go, but the invitation is closed to Devon.”

Tom seemed happy with your agreement and barely had to ponder your terms. “Deal.” He held his hand out for you to shake. There was little hesitation on your part, meeting his hand in the middle to seal the deal. Once he had his hand wrapped around yours, he pulled you closer to him. You collided briefly, hands placed on his chest and he bent down to whisper into your ear. “Oh, and wear that little bathing suit you had on today. Was a good look on you, Y/N/N.” 

He let you go, slightly shoving you off of him. You were left there standing, watching him climb back out the window and leaving your heart pounding. He had you wrapped around his finger. And he knew it too. 

You only let yourself wear the swimsuit to please him if you were allowed to wear something to please yourself. At first, you thought it would be stupid, not sure if he would even remember, but you got more comfortable with the idea as soon as you slipped the red shirt over your shoulders. It hadn’t seen the light of day since that morning on the docks and you weren’t sure if you were trying to prove a point with this. You hoped people at the party wouldn’t recognize the shirt. Of course, it had been years since he had worn it, but if someone were to point out that it was his, you would curl up into a ball and die. What message would it send to Tom by wearing this tonight? That he couldn’t touch you and this was your way to fight back? Or would it enforce what he already knew? That you belonged to him?

The closer you got to the fire on the beach, the more you worried. You shouldn’t have agreed to this, but you didn’t want Tom to get the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. You sometimes did start it, and you weren’t sure if it was to protect yourself or just for the sake of picking on him. 

Harry was the first to find you. He had two beers in hand and offered one to you. You took it and sipped on it while he showed you around. There were games set up on the back deck and a volleyball net set up a few meters from the fire. The crowd was bigger now then it was yesterday on the beach. While it wasn’t forgotten to you that Tom belonged to a frat, you didn’t know how one person could have this many friends, especially over the summer. Other rich families crashed this beach front property during the summer, but there were tons of people you didn’t recognize as common vacationers. Those that were greeted you briefly, recognizing you from being acquaintances or hooking up with Devon. 

You were yet to see Tom and you were surprisingly thankful when you spotted him playing beer pong at one of the tables. Harry wandered off on his own, leaving you to find your way among the crowd of people. He was in a shirt similar to the one you were wearing, unbuttoned to show off his bare chest, and the swim trunks he was wearing earlier last night. Or this morning. You didn’t know. However, you could feel the heat from the fire radiating onto your skin as you walked by, making your way to the steps that led to the back deck. The small group of people surrounding the game made a small cheer as Tom had sunk a ball into his opponents second to last cup. With a string of curses, the other boy brought the red solo cup to his mouth, finishing it in one swallow. You watched from a distance as the opponent wound up to throw the ball into Tom’s last remaining cup. Everybody seemed to exhale in sync as the ball bounced off the rim of the cup. Tom was about ready to throw his last ball when he spotted you watching him. 

“Y/N/N, you made it.” He waved you over to the table as everyone turned to see where Tom’s attention had redirected. With your feet delaying slightly, you inserted yourself into the group right next to Tom. He yanked your wrist toward him and placed the ball into your empty palm.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

He laughed at your response. “Throw it,” he said, gesturing to the other side of the table. 

“You sure you wanna do that?” the guy questioned from across the table. “We got money on this, Holland…”

“Shut it, Haz. She’s got this.” 

He stepped back, leaving his previous spot empty. You slowly moved into place, not exactly sure how to do it. You raised your hand awkwardly, preparing to throw when you heard giggles coming from the girls on the side of the table. 

“Here,” he started. Placing one hand on your waist and the other over the hand holding the ball, he guided your throw. But you couldn’t think straight with his hands on you. It was last night all over again. Your wrist flicked wrong, leaving the ball bouncing on the table not even close to the cup. 

Haz let out a sigh of relief at your failure, grabbing your ball as it bounced toward his hand. As swiftly as he caught it, he threw it, sinking right into your cup. Everyone let out a loud cheer, leaving you, pausing on what was actually happening right now. 

“That’ll be two hundred bucks. Shouldn’t have put your money on the girl, Holland.” He moved over to you and Tom. The red solo cup laying in front of you was picked up and shoved in your face. “Drink up,” he said. 

You took the cup from him and hesitantly brought the drink up to your lips. The beer was stronger than you would have liked, but you drank every last drop, setting the empty plastic down on the table. Tom watched you with careful eyes while he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, taking out two large bills. Your eyes followed the cash as Tom set it into the palm of Haz’s hand. 

“You owe me money, Y/N/N. But don’t worry, I know how you can make it up to me.” Tom pulled you back towards the fire. Haz let out a whistle as he watched the two of you run away from the game. 

You could barely keep up with him as your feet hit the hot sand. Weaving through people, you kept muttering apologies as Tom whisked his way towards the giant bonfire happening by the shore. There were only a few people sitting there, however a guitar player was sitting playing songs to keep those sitting occupied. When Tom sat down on a log, he picked up a blanket and offered it to you. You took it, sitting down next to him. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

You should’ve known he’d remember. Embarrassment flooded your face, wrapping yourself tighter in the material and looking down at your feet. “Yeah,” you muttered almost silently. 

“Surprised you haven’t given it back by now. I’ve been wondering where you stuck it.” 

There seemed to be a permanent smile stuck on Tom’s face, one that hadn’t left since he’d first seen you at the party, wrapped up in the fabric he’d given your years ago. You probably figured you were being smart about this whole situation, but it only made Tom warm inside. 

“Honestly, I haven’t touched it since…since, well, that night,” you admitted.

Tom was quiet. You thought maybe he would say something about it. Neither of you had addressed the elephant in the room about what happened that morning. It wasn’t exactly a happy memory for either of you, but it seemed to be the center of your problems. 

“Well, it looks better on you than me,” he finally said. Tearing his gaze away from you, he glanced at the other couples across the way, some cuddled with one another and some making out. Realizing that you two were the only ones not participating, he wondered if he should do something. The conversation was already awkward as it was. You hadn’t REALLY talked to one another besides that night on the beach, but he didn’t know what else to say. “Why’d you wear it? You know, if you hadn’t worn it since…” he cut himself off. 

“I don’t know.” You let out a heavy sigh. “I thought maybe, I don’t know, it’d piss you off. That sounds ridiculous, though now that I’m saying it out loud,” you revealed, laughing to yourself. 

Tom laughed along with you. “Well, it did the exact opposite of that, darling. Made me actually quite happy to see you in my clothes.” He nudged you on the side with his arm, making you curl your side over and away from him. 

“Do you want it back?” you asked, beginning to take it off. “You probably miss it,” you joked. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I got plenty more shirts.”

“You know, I think this is the first civil conversation we’ve been able to have in a LONG time.”

“And why do you think that is, Y/N/N?”

“First off, don’t call me that. Second, you always cause problems. I can’t even have a conversation with someone else without you barging in and making a scene.”

“Well excuse me, Y/N/N, if you interrupt my party, I have a right to kick you out. Especially if you’re talking to my brother.”

“I could say the same.” You were starting to get pissed off now and you could hear it slightly in the tone of Tom’s voice too. “Maybe if you weren’t too busy drinking it up with my brother, we wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.”

“Maybe if you actually tried to have a relationship with your family, your brother wouldn’t hate you so much,” he yelled, causing you to fall away from him. 

You were ready to cry. That was twice now where you trusted Tom and twice where he had used your family problems against you. Standing up abruptly, you practically ripped the beach shirt off and threw it into Tom’s face. 

“Here,” you said, voice threatening to fail you. “You can have it back, you prick.” 

Not bothering to look back, you took the blanket and ran off down the beach, away from your home, away from the fire, away from Tom. You could hear him yelling for you as you ran, but you wanted nothing to do with him. The both of you had caused a scene, making everyone at the fire look at the two of you as you ran down the beach. 

“Y/N, wait!” he screamed. “I’m sorry!”

As sincere as he sounded, you didn’t think that there was anything that could get you to stop or turn around. You had managed to keep your tears at bay, but they would spill if you looked at him again. You glanced behind you briefly, seeing that he was catching up with you. Between the fact that he was fast and your legs were getting tired, you didn’t know how much longer you’d make it. When you spotted a structure in the distance, you pushed yourself as much as you could to out run Tom. But the closer that you got, the more you recognized it. The lifeguard chair, sitting empty with the umbrella closed where you two had met. You practically broke down in front of it, your legs collapsing underneath you and making your knees dig into the sand. 

“Y/N!” Tom screamed as he saw you fall. He pumped his legs to try and catch you, but you were already on the ground. He set a hand on the small of your back, trying to see if you were alright. “Are you okay?” 

You flew away from him the moment you felt his skin connect to yours. “GET OFF!!!” you yelled. There was no attempting to push it down anymore, letting yourself cry and whine. You backed up until you were leaning against one of the legs of the chair. Tom didn’t move, staying in the same position, kneeling in the sand next to where you were moments ago. He looked hurt, you pushing yourself away from him when he only wanted to help. He let you be on your own, cry until you were done, scream at him if you needed to. You heard him get up but you didn’t dare look. The sound of his footsteps were getting closer and you half expected him to grab you and pull you up. But when nothing happened, you moved your head to see him holding a hand out to you with the newly sand covered blanket in the other. 

“Come on. We should talk.”

You just stared at his hand, unmoving. But Tom didn’t falter. He kept his hand out for you to grab and he would stand there all night until you took it. You slowly reached up and laced your fingers with his. He pulled you up from your place in the sand, hand not leaving yours even when you were on your feet. He opened his mouth to say something to you, but closed it shortly after. You half expected him to spew out some half-assed apology, but he said nothing. Only turning to the water and beginning to walk down the shoreline. You weren’t sure why your feet didn’t move, but when you two got too far apart, Tom squeezed your hand, signaling you to move. 

The two of you walked along the beach in silence. Maybe it was better this way. You got to spend some time together, but couldn’t say anything to mess it up. Tom’s strides were wider than yours, however, he didn’t let you drag behind, not wanting to lose you in his peripherals. He began to rub his thumb on the surface of your hand, sending goosebumps up your arm. You tried to move your hand out of his at the sensation, but Tom didn’t want to let go. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You pulled your hands into your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest. There was the urge to rub your hands on your arms to get some sort of heat in your body, but Tom was quick to notice. He slung the blanket that he had been holding around your body and wrapped it towards your front. You both said nothing as he uncrossed your arms to search for your hand again. There was silent agreement between the two of you as you returned to walking down the beach. 

The scene was familiar and you could vaguely see the small collection of palm trees up a small hill  in the distance. “Is that…” you trailed off. 

Tom shook his head before taking off running. His hand slightly slipped from yours, but it didn’t matter you were right behind him, curiosity getting the best of you. It didn’t look any different other than the new collection of plants forming a small circle around the area, but you remembered it. The spitting image from three summers ago. Tom was standing in the middle with his back turned to you, looking up at the stars. 

“I come back here every summer, you know. It’s my favorite place on the beach.” He could feel you walking up behind him, but continued to look at the sky, admiring the stars that you loved to gaze at. “I’m really sorry…about everything. I shouldn’t’ve said what I did on the docks. You had just confided in me and I took it and used it against you. You have every right to hate me.” There was hurt and regret in his voice. It’s what made you finally look at him closer. If you weren’t standing in the spot you were, you would’ve missed the small drop falling out of the corner of his eye. “When I brought you back to the lifeguard chair earlier in the morning, Devon saw me out there. I was gonna come back after grabbing a small snack so I could wake you up, but he offered me a beer and I…couldn't say no. He took me out to the docks and my drunken mind forgot about you. But,” he said, finally looking back down at you and turning to face your body, “there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. I tried talking to you, but you would avoid me.” Taking your hand from your side, he laced it with his again. “You wouldn’t even let me get within a few feet of you and, fuck, that hurt. I know we had just met but I swore to myself that you were it. There’s just something about you, Y/N/N…”

God, you hated it when he called you that. 

He was flickering between our lips and your eyes, dying to kiss you again. You wanted to beg him for it, beg him to just lean in, but he didn’t move a muscle. Tom wasn’t going to cross that bridge without knowing that you two were okay again. So you moved in first. Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed him again. It was quick and sweet, but you had to make sure he knew. “I forgive you.”

A smile panned across his features, the biggest one you’d ever seen on him and a change from the normal smirk he used to wear. He let go of your hand and grabbed onto your waist. In his actions, the blanket fell off your shoulders, leaving it to fall back into the sand. He leaned down toward you and you happily met him in the middle. His lips were slightly cracked from the heat, but they were a nice contrast to your soft ones. There was a gentleness finding its way into the kiss as you both tried to get into the perfect rhythm. But before you could settle in, you pulled away to catch your breath, a small giggle leaving you. 

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, unsure whether to be offended or laugh along with you. 

“I just can’t believe this is actually happening,” you breathed, leaning your forehead against his. 

“Me neither. Fuck, Y/N/N, I forgot how good it feels to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased. He began to lean in again as you turned your head, making him miss your lips and instead kiss your cheek. “Well, you’re going to have to earn those kisses.”

Replacing his gentle smile, a smirk grew on his face. The next thing you know, you were up in the air, legs wrapped around his waist and your back up against a tree. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes. Just want you.”

Fuck. His forehead was still up against yours and he was letting out shallow breaths. You could feel his dick hardening in his thin swim shorts, rubbing up against your core. You were trying to keep quiet, not get yourself worked up so quickly, but it didn’t seem to be working as you wanted to egg him on, pushing your heels into his back and shoving him closer. Little moans snuck out as you threw your head back to the bark of the tree. His head followed, burying it in the crook of your neck, beginning to mark the skin below your jawline.

“Tommy,” you whimpered out.

Fisting the shirt he currently had on, you had the urge to rip it off of him. You took one sleeve off of his shoulder, trying to push it down his arm as he remained buried in your skin. When you got it down to his elbow and began struggling, Tom stopped. 

“We can stop,” he finally settled on. 

“Need help, darling?” You nodded as you unhooked your legs from around him and he set you down. Taking the rest of his shirt off, he noticed you watching. You didn’t move, only watching as he reached for the waistband of his swim trunks. “Y/N/N, I can’t be the only one getting undressed…” He stopped with himself, reaching up behind your neck and grabbing the ends of your swimsuit tie. Your eyes trailed his fingers as they began to pull and you could feel the fabric loosening around your chest. Before it could fall, you reached up to catch it, keeping yourself concealed. He quit pulling at your suit and put his hands on your arms. “Are you nervous? Have you ever…”

Of course you hadn’t. Tom was your first kiss, your only kiss. Too shy to say anything, you just nodded your head. Shock filled his face at your response. You were so confident only seconds ago. Being siblings with Devon, he assumed that maybe you had experienced a thing or two. Little did he know that he had stolen a lot of your firsts. First kiss, first enemy, first…love. If you could even say that. 

“No!” you shouted, way too eagerly. Clearing your throat, you spoke up again, quieter. “No, we can keep going. I just…may need a little help.”

Your shyness was cute, but made Tom more nervous. This was your first time and you were doing it on the beach. You didn’t have any expectations for it, however he felt the pressure to give you a good time. You watched as he knelt to the ground to pick up the blanket yet again. He shook it out, letting the loose sand fall, before laying it out on the ground as smoothly as he could. Taking a few steps around it, he came back towards you, still with your arms crossed. Hesitantly, he let his hands find your arms and fall to your elbows. There was a squeeze of reassurance as he began to walk backwards towards the blanket. In silence, Tom sat down on the blanket, pulling you down into his lap. Your swimsuit top finally fell, but you couldn’t care in the least anymore. Your core collided with his again, making your arousal grow. You let your arms find a place around his neck, pulling at the small baby hairs as he began to settle in. Did he know the effect he had on you? When his hands settled to your hips and began to move them over his lap, you knew the answer. You let out a sharp inhale at the sensation while he kept a slow speed, letting you get used to the feeling. One hand moved to your breast, slowly massaging the skin. Silent encouragements left his lips as you began to move on your own, growing used to the pleasure of his body rocking against yours. 

“You’re doing so good for me, love. Fuck, that feels amazing…” Warmth bubbled in your chest as his praise, self consciously moving your body slightly fast over his. He let out a loud groan before tightening his grip on your hips, forcing you to stop. “Stop, stop, stop,” he hurried out. You were worried for a moment. Had your confidence taken you too far? But Tom seemed to sense your unease. “I just don’t wanna cum yet. Want your mouth first.” There was a sparkle in your eyes at his suggestion. You’d never done it before. All of this was uncharted territory, but you wanted to try. “Is that okay?” he asked. 

“Y-yeah. What do I do?” 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just kneel on the blanket.” Getting off of him, you moved onto your knees and watched him stand up. Slowly, he got out of his swim shorts, letting his cock spring out from the fabric. His hand encircled his length, pumping it a few times before spreading his thumb over the tip. You could hear little moans and his breath quickening every second of his movements, making yourself eager to be the one causing those noises. Tom must have noticed, making his way closer to your kneeled figure, cock still in his hand. 

“Ready, darling?” You nodded. “Open up for me. Stick your tongue out.” You did as he said when he leaned over and spit into your mouth. This was really happening. He tapped his tip a few times on your tongue before encouraging you to close. When you began to move up and down his head, his hand moved toward the back of your skull, grasping at the hair. “Oh my God…” he moaned.

 Every stroke, you would gain confidence to take more of him in your mouth. Soon enough, you could feel his dick prod the back of your throat. At that, Tom jolted his hips forward, making you gag. He pulled out, not letting go of the back of your head, but releasing his tough grip. Once you could breathe again, you let out a few short coughs while he made sure you were okay. He was apologizing, worried he had hurt you, but you only reassured him. 

“I’m okay. Just need a second.”

Within a few moments, his dick was back in your mouth. You let him take control slightly, moving your head up and down to his pleasure while keeping your hands on his thighs for support. You could tell he was close, his grip on your hair tightening and little movements of his hips that he was attempting to hold back. 

“That’s it,” he dragged out. “Atta girl, taking me, shit, so fucking well.” 

Groaning once, he pulled out, pumping himself before cumming all over your chest. You were so worked up over the sounds he was making, but the second you swiped your fingers across your chest and stuck them in your mouth, you couldn’t help it. You let yourself sneak your hand down to rub small circles on your clit over your swim bottoms. 

The sight of you sucking on his cum and touching yourself made Tom throb all over again. But he needed to take care of you first. When you closed your eyes, distracted by your own ministrations, he took his chance to kneel down on the blanket and flip you onto your back. He was quick to pull your swim bottoms off while you were still trying to regain your breath. You could feel his fingers tickling your sides as he dragged them down your legs, slow as ever. But the second his lips attached to your clit, you couldn’t have given a care in the world how slow it took. Writhing under him, you didn’t think there was a place better than this. He was giving you more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your entire life, pleasure you didn’t know was possible. In no time, his tongue began to dive in and out of your fold, making you reach down to grasp on his brown curls. When he moaned in reaction, the vibrations traveled through your body. 

“T-tom, p-please,” you whimpered. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly you were asking from him, but he hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders. When you pulled on his hair tighter, he got the hint he guessed correctly. Now from a different position, it made it easier to keep your jolting hips down on the ground, wrapping his arms around your legs and pressing down on your lower stomach. He couldn’t have you moving away from him. Now that he had a taste of you, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop. But when he felt you clenching around his tongue, he knew that you were close. Pulling away from you, keeping you from tipping over the edge, you gasped at the sudden movement, both angry and thankful he had stopped. 

“What was that for?” you asked, attempting to sit up on your elbows. 

The only response you received was his lips on yours, pushing you back down into the soft fabric below. You could feel his hard cock, rubbing through your wet folds as he ground against your lower half. 

“If you're gonna cum, you're gonna do it while I’m inside you,” he growled. 

He leaned over you again, supporting himself with one arm, hand next to your face, and using his other to help prod his tip at your entrance. It was like your heart was ready to jump out of your chest when you grabbed his wrist. 

“It’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

Giving you a sweet smile, he laid his forehead against yours. “Yeah, but I promise I’ll be gentle. We can take our time.”

He took a moment to breathe, but you were comforted when you felt his hand rub circles on the inside of your thigh. “Okay.”

At your readiness, he looked back down in between the two of you and began to push in. This pain hurt terribly and your tenseness made it worse. “Love, you have to relax. I promise, only as much as you can take.” 

He let himself brush a piece of your hair back that had fallen in front of your face in your squirming. With that distracting, he pushed in the rest of the way before staying still and letting you adjust. After a few moments, you let him know he could move, but the pain still wouldn’t go away. Every time he pulled out, as much as you hated to admit it, you were relieved at the feeling of being empty, but when he pushed back in, the hurt repeated all over again. Tom felt a tear slip from your eye and onto the hand that was still cupping your face. Too distracted by the feeling of you around him and your nails dragging down his back, he finally noticed the pain you were in. He knew that it was going to hurt for you, but he couldn’t help wanting to stop. He didn’t want to see you in as much pain as you were in. 

“Y/N/N, do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you said, voice cracking. “Just…C-can you rub my clit?”

“Yeah,” he said, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “Just promise me we’ll stop if it’s too much.”

You nodded as he began to move again, placing his thumb on your clit and making slow circle motions. When he felt you relax a little more, his thrusts sped up. As he built up a slow but steady pace, one hand remained fisted next to your head and the other, grabbed your leg to wrap it around himself. Subconsciously, the other followed, pushing him in closer. With time you could feel the burn dissipate, letting warmth fill its place. He finally kissed you again, longer this time, letting yourself get lost in the taste and feel of him. It was almost hungry, the way that he was clinging to you and you to him. This was finally happening. Although you would never admit it to him, you dreamed of having a better relationship with the boy. Arguing was growing tiring and you just wanted to be friends with him, if that was all he would offer. But you had never thought it would go this far. 

As Tom tucked his head into your neck, moaning close to every movement of his hips. You let yourself watch the sun setting, just peeking over the top of the waves in front of you. This was perfect. The moment couldn’t have occurred better. Just you and Tom under the night sky, just where you had started. 

It hadn’t taken long for you to get worked up again and Tom was still sensitive. Clinging to his shoulders and digging your heels into his lower back, you were chasing your high, trying to help him as much as you could. His thrusts were growing sporadic, telling you he was close, but that was the last thing on his mind. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, I know you’re close. Just let go….Let go.”

And you did. Nearly screaming into the night, you clenched down on his cock and you felt euphoric, your body shaking to the tips of your toes. Every nudge of his hips lengthened the feeling until you felt him stop, biting your shoulder slightly as he roughly pushed himself into you further. He groaned with every jolt, relaxing with each one. You both stayed in that position, sweaty bodies cuddled into one another for a few more seconds. 

You must’ve fallen asleep briefly because when you next opened your eyes, Tom was using his shirt to help clean you up. You were sore, no doubt, but he was sure to be soft, not wanting to cause more pain. When he was sure everything was taken care of, he tossed the shirt off to the side and laid next to you. Moving onto your sides, he encircled you in his arms, lying naked on the blanket. 

You let yourself lie with him, but you knew that it wouldn’t last. “Tom, we’ll need to move soon,” you said, rubbing your hands on his arms. 

“I know, let’s just lay here for a while longer. Stargaze for a little.”

You didn’t say anything, letting out a short hum of tiredness. You brought your eyes to the sky again, watching how each star seemed to pulsate and sparkle at a different time. They were beautiful in their own way. Tom started to pepper kisses on the side of your neck, sending shivers through your body. 

“That’s not stargazing, Tom.”

You could feel his breath as he laughed against your skin before returning to what he was doing. He trailed up behind your ear, whispering to you as you stared at the stars. “The moon may be bigger, but the stars shine brighter, Y/N. Just like you.”

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[lnfours]

summer loving ⎸ t.h (teaser)

summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

wc: a nice intro with 1k words

warnings: none yet, maybe some jealousy, hiding feelings for one another, some fluff and a bit of angst if you squint

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter one ⎸ listen

the summer breeze was warm, salty air as the sun met the water of the ocean. you sat down on the sand, hands brushing over the towel you had laid down so you didn’t get sand all over your clothes. you had been reading, enjoying the peace and quiet as the sun went down. occasionally, people would pass you and smile as they walked the beach with their loved ones or their dogs, but not many people bothered you. 

you were too lost in daydreaming and watching the sky change from blue to a mix of pink, purple and red to realize someone sat down beside you. when you saw a flop of brown curls out of your peripheral, you realized it was just tom.

you and your brother and the holland brothers had been best friends ever since both of your moms had you. you were all like one big family at this point, tom and his brothers being almost inseparable between your brother which would sometimes leave you to hang out with the mom. you we’re complaining, the boys would do their own things sometimes and you and the moms would go get your nails done together or go shopping.

but, the thing with tom was that he’s always had a soft spot for you. whenever the older boys picked on you or was a little out of line, he would always hang back to make sure you were okay or to wipe your tears away and to remind you that you’re ‘way better than those losers’. 

which would make sense as to why you felt yourself growing attached to tom after the years went by, but this summer it felt different. a lot different. and you couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“hey,” he smiled, looking over at you, “knew i’d find you here. you’re always on the beach on your first day.”

you sent him a small smile back, “yeah, i enjoy the peace and quiet.”

his face dropped and he moved to stand again, “sorry, i can go if you-”

“no, no, it’s okay,” you reassured him as he lowered himself back to the ground, “it’s okay. was getting kind of lonely out here, i must admit.”

he nodded, looking down at the book on the towel, “reading anything interesting?”

you shrugged, “depends, would you find a romance between a hockey player and a girl he goes to college with interesting?”

he scrunched his nose, “you were always the one who was into sappy shit like that, no wonder you always hung out with the moms.”

you rolled your eyes as you both let out a laugh, “yeah, i guess so.”

you didn’t notice the way his eyes softened as he looked over at you and studied your side profile. tom was different this summer, and you thought it had to do something between him and his girlfriend breaking up, but he didn’t really seem all that upset whenever he was mentioned. you wanted to pick his brain, be his support if he was going through something.

but just like the other holland boys, he was stubborn as hell. you knew getting him to open up would be a battle. you figured he knew if he ever needed to talk to you, he could. it was unspoken, but the two of you were the closest of the rest of the kids, so it just made sense. 

“you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you smirked over at him, catching him staring. he snorted back a laugh, fishing his phone out of his hoodie as he raised the camera to you.

you let out a laugh, covering your face, “i didn’t actually mean it!”

“oh, come on! i’m sure you’d love a candid to post on your instagram, make you look all sorts of mysterious.”

you shook your head, smiling at the camera as he snapped the picture, “perfect.”

“let me see,”

he snatched his phone back as he raised it over his head, “nope! for my eyes only.”

“tom! come on!” you laughed as you fought with him for the phone. he rose to his feet suddenly before wiggling it over your head.

“you gotta catch me if you wanna see it.” 

you were suddenly up and moving, ready for the challenge. you chased him down the beach as the both of you laughed, the two of you tumbling into the sand in a fight over the phone once more. it was playful, teasing almost as he laughed at you. you hadn’t noticed you were on top of him until your eyes met. you felt your heartbeat quicken as he quickly looked at your lips before locking his eyes back with yours.

suddenly it was like the air grew thick, like you couldn’t breathe. you felt him place a hand on your cheek, the phone now long forgotten about as you let him guide you down to his face. his lips brushed yours, his nose pressing against yours and you could feel his minty breath fan your face. you had been dreaming about this happening for years, your heart pounding against your chest as you thought about what it’d finally feel like to kiss tom holland.

that was until a voice pulled the two of you apart, you scrambling off of him in efforts to hide the fact that you were about to kiss him. 

and there stood sam with crossed arms, an unamused look on his face, “dinner’s ready. the moms want you two back.”

“yeah, yeah, we’re coming.” tom said, his own head spinning as he looked over at you. you sent him a tight lipped smile as he offered you his hand to help you up out of the sand.

“thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing your things from the spot you had been sitting at.

“yeah, no problem,” he said, “c’mon, the dinner rolls are the best when they’re fresh out of the oven.”

you nodded, following him back up the path and to the house wondering how you got into this situation with the oldest holland boy.

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[the-lark-ascending69]

Headcanons about Nancy and Robin talking about Barb?

I actually have a very very specific scenario in mind set in my comphet robin/monster hunter AU, in which Nancy is responsible to look out for Robin, who's under Vecna's curse - but that doesn't mean she needs to be with her 24/7 (which is a relief to both of them, because they don't really like each other at this point). BUT, for some reason, one night Robin decides to make it her goal to annoy Nancy as much as possible, or at least that's how Nancy feels like, because she keeps following her and tagging along everywhere she goes, just talking her ear off even though Nancy has plans that night, plans that don't involve Robin, and would much prefer it if Robin just went home.

Anyway, as Nancy walks and Robin follows her, they find themselves at the door of a hourse Robin doesn't recognize, and Nancy tells her to leave one more time before knocking.

But then the door opens, and it's Mrs. Holland there. Nancy was to have dinner with them that night. She's been having dinner with them every saturday night for the past two years, ever since Barb's body was found.

And Nancy expects Robin to finally leave her alone, now that she's joining the Hollands - but then Mrs. Holland inhales and says:

"Robin? Dear, is that you?"

Nancy freezes, mind racing, wondering from where could Mrs. Holland possibly know Robin from.

"Um. Hi, Marsha," Robin mumbles.

"Oh, Robin! It's been so long. Please, come in! It's always nice to see Barb's friends."

So Robin ends up awkwardly joining them, much to Nancy's confusion. She and Barb hadn't really talked ever since they were... twelve? But here she was - not in the house in which she'd spent a great deal of her childhood, drawing and listening to music and infodumping with Barb for hours on end - no, this was a new, smaller house, but with far more pictures of Barb than the old one. Barb's parents are so happy to see her, or the closest thing to happy one can be when you lose a daughter. They reminisce about Barb's childhood with her - how they used to make fun of boys and how they were both so smart and loved to read together, how they held hands everywhere they went and how they played all sorts of games in the playground and the old house's backyard. It's uncomfortable for Robin at first, but then she begins to feel really sad, becuse she remembers thinking Barb had just ran away, but she was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Gone forever. She would never see her childhood best friend again. She tears up a little. She tells them that, even though she hasn't spoken to Barb in years, she treasures every memory she had with her, and even knowing how everything ended, could she travel to the pas she would be her friend again, because every second of their friendship was worth it.

Here's a small scene I have in my WIPS:

“Yeah, I mean, Barb and I were weird as hell.” Nancy put her glass down  “What Robin means to say is that… she and Barb had a really unique friendship.” “No, that's not what I mean.” Robin shook her head. “Barb and I were freaks. We were weird. Like… Nance, why are you kicking me? Stop that. Anyway, I once found a weird slug in the grass and Barb helped me figure out what the heck it was, and we kept it in a jar for like a week. We took it to school every day in secret and we showed it to everyone because we thought having a slug pet named Neil Armstrong would make us really cool. And when dumbass kids made fun of us - Barb wouldn't even care. Like, I kept hiding Neil Armstrong in my hoodie because I didn't want to be known as the Slug Girl but Barb… she just shrugged. Like I distinctly remember her shugging when they called her Slug Girl. It was a full body shrug, like the intensity with which she did not care had overcome her entire being. She was way beyond all of us. No one even held a candle to her. She was authentic. Not fake authentic, like, being pretentious just for the sake of being pretentious and stuff. She was herself, utterly and wholly and I - I don't think I ever met anyone else like that.”

Nancy is... tense when they leave. Robin says goodbye to Barb's parents with a big long hug, and then Nancy walks back to where she left her car, before Robin intercepted her. They climb inside.

"They sold their house," she said. "To pay for a... private investigator who could tell them who killed Barb." Robin felt something in her gut drop, like a piece of wet cement falling from the walls of her stomach. "I didn't know that." Nancy adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. "They hired someone who would ruin their life, with the amount they charged. All to tell them what I already know." Who killed Barb, by breaking her arms, her legs, her jaw, sucking in her eyes. Robin remembered the ticking clock and shuddered. "I'm assuming you have a very good reason not to tell them." "It would put them in danger." Nancy said. She pressed her lips together. Looked down, then back up again. "So instead, I let them ruin their lives all over again." Robin observed her - the bags under her eyes, the mess that was her hair, the broken skin around her nails from picking and biting. "Nance," she said. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?" Nancy stares ahead, unmoved. The street was dark and silent. "I'll be droping you at your house, now," she said. "Call me if you have any headaches, or if you have a nosebleed or just... see something." Robin nodded. "Alright."

Next time they talk about Barb it's... well, it's complicated. I don't have anything written for it, but I know it'll be a lot, because they talk about a lot of things - there's Nancy's survivor's guilt, there's Robin feeling like a burden, and most importantly, Nancy confessing she was in love with Barb, and that thinks she died because she was so scared of it that she rushed to sleep with a boy, when she should've been looking out for her. So forgive her if she's not going to run away from her feelings for Barb, now. Last time she did, it got her killed. If maybe she hadn't been so cowardly, Barb may have lived, and she misses her so much today, she has so much love inside of her with nowhere to go, that she can't keep pretending she didn't love her anymore.

It shakes Robin to her core - this is comphet!Robin after all, she's in a whole different wavelength and she's frozen from hearing Nancy talk - but it does put some things into perspective.

Next time they talk about Barb, it's less dramatic. They couldn't sleep, so they're having some tea at midnight, and it's Robin who starts - tells her about she and Barb's childhood mischief. Or rather, her own mischief, with Barb behind her keeping her out of trouble. Nancy's lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Sounds just like Barb," she says. "Between her and me, she was always the sensible one."

They exchange anecdotes - Robin tells Nancy about Barb's childhood, and Nancy tells her about her teenage years (Robin can't help but notice, in Nancy's words and tone, just how deeply her love runs. How she mentions the little things. How she found each small gesture so endearing and precious). Together, it's like they're putting together a tapestry of who Barb was, the whole of her, and at the same time, they get closer to her. Despite her absence, they get to know Barb better. Nancy cries, because how could she not? But they're not entirely sad tears. She's happy, too, because she hasn't felt this close to Barb in years.

They visit her grave together one time. Nancy brings her flowers, and she sits on the ground and talks to her. She tells her about her day and how the world of the living is doing, and about her old friend, Robin, whom she supposes is now their friend. Robin isn't as sure of what to say, so she just says they both miss her, and that she'll take care of Nancy now, the same way Nancy takes care of her.

She holds Nancy's hand, in hopes it'll be comforting. Nancy squeezes back.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #barb holland #thinking abt changing this AU's name again later idk i'll do it tomorrow #and edit the tags n stuff #i'm sorry i don't have any specific headcanons closer to canon #abt nancy and robin talking about barb. #other than robin telling nancy about little barb and nancy telling robin about older barb #i think that's very cute #and sad #but i also think barb would be happy to see them together #my posts

[jahayla-parker]

Don’t Touch Us: Tom Holland x Reader *~

Description: 3.4k wc, started based off this and then my adhd took over. Basically Tom’s protective side comes out when the public starts getting more aggressive towards him and the reader.

Warnings: maybe a few curses, aggressive fans, mentions of being tipsy, that’s all I think otherwise just far too fluffy Tommy.

Personal warning: this tbh isn’t any good but if you’re bored and need something to read?🤷‍♀️😂

“Just guess” Tom repeated, rolling his eyes jokingly.

Y/n groaned, snuggling closer to his bicep she was clinging onto as they walked down the street, “Sam?”

Tom laughed and shook his head, “actually no, but that’s a good guess! It was Paddy”.

“Innocent little Paddy?!” Y/n exclaimed, lifting her head off his shoulder to look up at him.

He rolled his eyes again, “he’s not innocent, love”.

“You leave him alone Holland” y/n scolded, turning away from him.

Tom chuckled, grinning down at her as she pretended she was mad at him.

“I-“ he began, but was cut off by screaming.

Tom sighed and stopped walking, giving y/n a knowing look.

He bit his lip and gently guided y/n behind him.

Tom looked around, hoping Harry and Tom’s bodyguard Jack weren’t far away.

The couple had been on break for a few weeks now but Tom knew better than to go many places- especially in the US- without Jack; and he never risked it if y/n was going with him.

He’d made that mistake once a year ago after a date they had in New York and panicked when they were swarmed.

Neither one enjoyed the fame and constant lack of privacy.

They loved their fans, but they needed some time alone too.

After Tom’s shirt was ripped leaving their date night by some rather aggressive fans, he refused to not have Jack nearby.

He knew he could, and would, protect y/n at all costs should anything happen.

But he couldn’t fathom risking it in the slightest, what if he was too tired from working, or sore from training, or…

The concerns went on for a long time and he pleased with y/n to let him have Jack go with them.

He understood her wanting privacy, he did too.

But he assured her it would be only in public situations and that he’d make sure Jack knew not to be within earshot of the couple unless needed or requested.

That combined with her seeing the compassionate concern in his eyes and loving Jack as an older brother allowed them to reach a comfortable security plan.

However, today the couple had ventured out of their vacation rental really early.

They’d assumed most people wouldn’t be awake yet; and they’d been correct.

Tom had texted Jack when they left that should they not be back when he wakes up to ask him for their latest location and join them.

He was so excited to enjoy a nice calming day with the love of his life.

The fall weather was a bit breezy but it meant he got to enjoy her wearing one of his black sweaters that always looked so good on her.

They’d been to a small little cafe for some breakfast and coffee/tea, watched the sun come up from a random hill y/n had spotted, and were presently walking through the park talking about Tom’s family.

Yet, all of that bliss ended when the sudden scream of fans cut through the soft crunching of leaves as they walked.

Tom felt a bit more calm when he noticed Jack was heading his way with a steady pace, but not one that would draw more attention.

He’d not texted Jack their location, not even aware he was up yet.

But he suspected the fans had been recording the couple for awhile as there was a decent sized group by now.

“Tommy, it’s okay” y/n whispered, holding onto the back hem of his hoodie as the group approached.

Tom took a deep breath to calm his frustration and offered a slight nod to her without looking away from the threat.

“We can’t have just one day” he muttered.

She sighed, “I know baby”.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You’re- you’re Tom Holland and y/f/n y/l/n!” The closest girl gasped with her camera pointed at them.

Tom nodded, a forced smile on his tired face, before he put on his face mask, “Hi, yes, we are, please just stay calm and distanced, and we’ll of course get photos”.

The girl nodded and visibly restrained her excitement.

Tom glanced back to you, nerves calming when his eyes settled on your beautiful and encouraging smile before you slipped your mask on.

They’d taken countless socially distanced photos with fans as Jack watched from the side, ready to step in as needed.

“Thank you!” The last fan proclaimed, giving an awkward bow before running off.

Tom laughed softly, his arm instantly wrapping around y/N’s waist to pull her closer to his side as he tried to relax again.

Y/n stretched upwards, lowering her mask again to give him a petite kiss on his cheek, making him smile like a fool as he lowered his.

“See, it was fine T. Now it’s us again” she encouraged.

Tom nodded, “still tiring. I just wanted to be with you… just you”.

She sighs softly, “I know handsome, I wanted it to be just us today too. But come on, let’s not let this ruin it”.

Tom smiled at her optimism, “God I love you”.

Y/n giggled shyly, beaming up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “let’s continue our walk, shall we?”

It hadn’t been more than thirty seconds before another fan was walking towards them.

Tom sighed as he slid his mask back into place.

As she went to do the same, y/n looked up and saw Jack quickening his pace, making y/n separate from Tom.

She had learned that it was much easier for Jack to intervene that way, especially when a fan was alone as they could only focus on one person, letting Jack guard them while the other left.

Tom often wanted that person to be y/n of course, but she’d forced him to compromise to letting it be whoever was in the better position to flee.

Harry, Tom’s brother, was half jogging to keep up with Jack.

Tom tensed as soon as she broke contact with him.

The fan hadn’t said anything, too focused on recording the couple but was still walking directly at them.

Tom turned to look at y/n in confusion and also to make sure she was alright.

She raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at the man but shrugged.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, trying to keep walking and hopefully pass the fan.

“Hey,” the fan finally called out just as y/n and Tom neared him.

However, what pissed Tom off was that the guy hadn’t just interrupted verbally, he’d grabbed Tom’s shoulder to do so.

“Nah, don’t touch me” Tom warned, stepping back from the fan instantly, his grip on y/N’s hand tightening.

“Hey man it’s cool, I -“ he began again, trying to touch Tom’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah” y/n said, tugging Tom backwards, “he said not to to touch him. Come on, social distance you know? COVID’s spreading and -“.

“You need to leave” Jack stated, pushing between the fan and the couple.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to remain professional but so desperately wanting to drag y/n out of the park and knock this guy down on his way.

The fan tried arguing to which Tom just shook his head in frustration, squeezing y/N’s hand and deciding to just do as he wished; leave.

Y/n didn’t resist, not wanting to be near this fan who clearly didn’t respect their request to stay distant.

Once Tom had gotten her out of the area, the two now with Harry and walking back to the car Jack drove to them, Tom stopped.

He looked around, making sure no one else was coming and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning y/N’s body.

“Tommy, love, I’m totally fine” she promised, squeezing his hand.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes but also understood that the pandemic made his brother even more cautious in public, worried y/n would get sick.

Tom was always anxious of the unknown and they didn’t know much yet about the illness this pandemic caused so he really didn’t want her to get sick from it.

Tom nodded, “okay, I’m going to take this hoodie off when we get to the car, I don’t trust him”.

Y/n giggled, “okay baby, but I don’t think he was close for long enough to worry”.

He knew it was overkill, but he refused to be the reason she got sick.

“Still, come on love. Let’s get back” he said, pulling her to the side of him that the man didn’t touch.

“You done now? I want cuddles” y/n pouted, looking up as Tom dried his hair off with a towel.

Tom grinned and nodded with a small laugh, walking over to her.

“Good” she hummed, moving over to make room for him on the couch.

He sat down and pulled his legs up before lifting her up.

“Tom” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You wanted cuddles” he teased, setting her on his lap and burying his face in her hair.

“You’re still wet” she groaned, “I think the shower was overkill”.

“I looked it up, it probably was” he muttered embarrassed, making her giggle, “but worth it”.

“Worth me no longer wanting cuddles?” She teased, squirming in his arms.

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing her earlobe, “if it means you being safe, yes”.

She blushed and stopped wiggling, “but does that mean you’ll shower every time we leave now? That’s a lot of wasted time”.

He laughed, “no, I just..”

Tom sighed, thinking back to the incident, “I can’t believe he thought it was smart to try and touch us”.

“You, babe. He touched you” she corrected, poking his cheek.

He huffed, “lesser of two evils I suppose. If he’d tried-“.

“But he didn’t T, now just relax okay?” Y/n pleaded, “we’re here at the rental, none of us are sick, Harry and Jack are getting groceries, everything is taken care of”.

Tom let out a sigh of relief as she patiently worked to calm his anxiety, “yes, thank you, darling”.

——Time Skip——

“You look so breathtaking” Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair as he watched y/n finish her makeup.

She turned and grinned, walking to him and kissing his nose, “look who’s talking, dear”.

Tom smiled, softly guiding her back from him so he could stand, his arms finding her waist in an instant.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to go to one without masks” y/n laughed, touching her face.

He chuckled and nodded, “everyone there is either negative or-“.

“I know T, honey, I know we’re safe” she nodded, “I’m just.., my face feels naked”.

Tom busted up laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, “naked?”

“Your face doesn’t feel naked without a mask at this point?! Mine does” she protested.

He opened his eyes, his laugh still shaking his body, “I probably would have described it a bit differently my love, but I understand”.

She shrugs, spinning to the door, dragging his hand behind her, “we should get going”.

“She looks so different without a mask” y/n mumbled about a random celebrity, making Tom laugh.

“She does!” She argued, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“You’re precious, darling” he smiled, following her into the venue.

She let out a sigh of relief, the event set up more familiarly to those prior to COVID.

“Feels weird” she laughed, “but a good weird I think”.

Tom nodded, his hand resting on her back as he took in the scene.

———

“Whew “ she laughed, a bit tipsy, “that was fun”.

He wanted to roll his eyes at her jokingly but all he could do was smile as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Love, here,” he reached out, trying to take the heels from her hand, “you’re going to stab someone with those”.

The heels swung towards him as she spun to him before dropping them in his opened hand.

“Case in point” he teased, the ends of her heels having barely missed his outstretched hand.

“Oops” she mumbled, a drunken smile on her lips.

Tom smiled at her and shook his head, “we should get you home”.

She nodded and continued walking back to their ride.

“Y/n!” Tom heard someone shout, breaking him from his trance.

His head whipped around but he couldn’t see anyone other than the other attendees who’d also been on their way out.

He looked back down the street a few feet closer to the venue, to where Jack and Harry were.

He nodded as he made eye contact with Jack, not knowing who was suddenly shouting her name.

Albeit, she didn’t seem to notice, still in her daze as she glanced around at the shiny decorative lights surrounding them on this stretch of the street.

Tom reached for her just as a random person, he suspected was a fan, appeared to her left.

“It is you!” The guy cheered, clasping his hand on her arm and pulling her to him for a photo.

Tom’s heart dropped to his stomach in fear as his fists balled up at his side.

He nearly leapt forward as y/n stumbled due to the sudden direction change and her drunken state. Tom growled, pushing on the man’s shoulder, “get your hands off her”.

“Chill dude, I just want a photo” He glared.

Y/n tried to maintain her appearance so she looked more sober, not understanding the situation taking place but seeing the fan’s camera.

“First, you ask, you arse” Tom shouted, “second, do not touch her”.

The fan groaned, and took a picture before letting go of y/n’s arm despite Tom looking ready to kill.

If y/n had resisted or otherwise been more uncomfortable, Tom probably would have as it was taking all his self control to not act.

Tom pushed the fan back now that doing so wouldn’t cause y/n to trip, Tom’s arm now being hooked around her waist to support her.

“What the hell man?!” The fan yelled, getting closer to Tom.

Jack swiftly removed the man from Tom’s face, a tight grip on him as he leads him away.

“Don’t touch us” Tom remarked.

“Relax dude, I didn’t even grab her that hard” the fan argued.

Tom simply flipped the man off with a glare before he faced, y/n who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

He huffed with a small laugh over her having no clue what had happened in front of her.

Tom kissed her temple before guiding her back to the car safely.

———

“I’ll be honest, I don’t remember most of that night” y/n blushed, biting her lip and looking away from the Katie, interviewer.

Tom hummed and nodded with a smirk, “the champagne seemed pretty strong”.

“Were you sober that night Tom?” Katie asked.

Tom knew his media and publicity manager had wanted this whole ordeal to blow over.

Fortunately, the whole ordeal from the start was recorded by another fan.

The now viral video allowed y/n to learn what happened that night that made Tom excessively protective and clingy the next day.

But it also showed the public that Tom’s outrage was warranted.

Tom had always maintained a healthy public image so his team wasn’t super pleased when the video dropped.

However, after weeks of refusing interviewers to ask about that night, Tom demanded he get a chance to speak about it.

Hence why the interviewer before him was very intrigued to be the first to hear his side.

Tom nodded, “I was sober. I had maybe two drinks much earlier that evening. If you’re asking because you think that influenced my actions, it didn’t “.

Y/n smiled at him kindly, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s not like Tom hit him or something”.

Tom bit his tongue to keep from confessing how he had wanted to.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just a new side to him is all” Katie assured.

Y/n knew the conversation would go this way and that she was advised to let Tom do his explanation and simply move on.

But she didn’t like that idea, she didn’t like the public treating them this way and acting like they knew everything.

Tom opened his mouth to speak but y/n shifted to sit up straighter and spoke before he could, “no”.

“Look, this rant may seem like a new side to me from what the public typically sees. But that’ll just highlight my point” she laughed dryly.

“The thing is, we love what we do and the fans. But there’s a line. I don’t go around putting my hands on people I’ve never met. Why is it acceptable to do that to us?” Y/n asked.

The audience cheered but the interviewer looked shocked.

“See, it’s not. No one else is expected to just accept that. All he did was defend his girlfriend, defend me, from someone who was not respecting boundaries or body autonomy” y/n explained, smiling gratefully at Tom before facing the interviewer again.

“I’m pleased that most people are seeing this for what it is. But to those asking questions like that or judging him, myself, or others for that night” y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“It needs to stop. We give up a great deal of privacy to do what we do. But that doesn’t mean you know everything about us. I don’t even know every single detail about myself! No we’re not constantly putting on a front and preventing to be nice people when we’re secretly mean “ she laughed, already knowing how people were going to take her last remark.

“But these comments about how this is a new side to him are ignorant. Tom’s always been protective over those he cares about. I mean, my God, I know fans have recorded some of it before now! I’ve seen a video of him having to defend a fan who was facing a panic attack from another person in the crowd. There’s videos of him shielding his family from aggressive paparazzi” She pointed out.

“The list goes on, so, no. If you think this is a new side to him, or that me arguing here and not just accepting the commentary is a new side to either of us, it just proves my point” She rambled, Tom holding her hand in his as she let her frustrations out.

“We don’t ask for much from the fans or the public, and I’m not asking you to understand, but can’t you see this is ridiculous?” Y/n finished.

Tom ignored the cameras on them and brought their enclosed hands up to his lips.

“Oh Ms. y/l/n, I can see how frustrating this has been for you guys. I can’t imagine all of the constant attention” the interviewer says softly, a look of guilt on her face.

Y/n and Tom simply nodded in response, Tom’s eyes not leaving the side of y/n’s face.

“May I ask, if you’re not asking us to understand. If there was one thing you could ask from the fans and public, what would that be?” She asked.

“Don’t touch us” Tom stated, looking her way.

Katie sighed and nodded, “it’s sad you have to ask that”.

Tom pursed his lips briefly and nodded, “and yet we do. I am not going to apologize for defending y/n, or anyone else. I’m not asking for people to be fine with that”.

“People constantly try touching us, even in the midst of COVID I had people grabbing us. The invasion of privacy is already bad enough, we don’t need this” He explained.

“So, if there’s one thing I need, we need, from the public is simple” Tom informs her.

“And merely a sign of respect” y/n agreed, nodding at him.

“Just,” Tom concluded, “don’t touch us”.

The interviewer nodded and casually rerouted the conversation to the next topic.

When they walked backstage, Harry held his phone in front of them.

“You have a catchphrase now” Harry smirked towards Tom, winking at y/n.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and peered over at the screen before laughing.

Tom blushed as he saw memes, supportive tweets, and other content sharing the line ‘don’t touch us’ went viral already.

“Maybe they listen now” Tom laughed shyly, hiding his face against y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled kindly, pulling his phone back, “maybe you’ll get some more privacy”.

“Doubt it” y/n laughed and shrugged, her hand catching Tom’s head when her actions caused it to slip off her shoulder.

She squeezed his cold ear and kissed his forehead before he rested his head back on her arm again.

“From what I see” Harry smirked, laughing, “I don’t think it matters, so long as they ‘don’t touch us’ hmm?”

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes, “exactly”.

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Could you maybe do one where the reader suffers from maybe a eating disorder or something and Tom always checks up on her calling to see if she’s eaten or to send a picture of it. He does this even when he’s away for filming but when he comes back he realises she lying and try’s to comfort her and getting her some food xx

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Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - You suffer with an Eating Disorder with Anxiety issues, it is hard to keep the right mind frame. However, Tom is always there to look after you.

Warnings - Angst (Eating disorder and Anxiety issues are mentioned) If you are uncomfortable, please do not read! It is up to you to read about these subjects.

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Love and appreciation to all the support I get from my content and blog. 🥰

- P.s Not everyone’s experience is going to be the same with ED. 

You sigh as you look down at your dinner plate again, your supposed to eat it.

You struggle with your food intake, resulting in an unfortunate Eating Disorder. Tom, your boyfriend is so good at taking care of your needs, especially making sure your eating enough.

You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, not even daring to look at the food in-front of you. You feel a tad bit guilty of lying to Tom, saying that you are eating. In reality you are not!

You just didn’t want to worry him as he’s away because of his job, being an actor is hard enough. Your stomach grumbles as you take a little bit on your folk, not enough for a mouth full thou.

However, you smile to yourself of even making that because you just can’t bring yourself to eat that much or at all.

Your phone is ringing, looking at it you see Tom’s name.

“Hello, Darling. How are you?” Tom smiles into the phone, he took a small break in between takes. Sometimes even getting to call you, which he is grateful for.

“Hi Tommy, I’m good.” You look over at your dinner plate, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m good baby. Have you been eating, sweetheart?” Tom asks so sweetly, you thought making your heart melt.

“Yes, actually I have,” putting on a really good lie, not crying on how guilty you are right now.

“Ok, good my love,” Tom reply’s back praising you, when you shouldn’t be praised at all.

“I miss you, I really want to come home. Hopefully tomorrow,” Tom grins at the other end, he nearly walks into a lamp post. He has the habit of talking while walking.

“Mm, I miss you too, Baby,” You giggle, hugging your pillow. Now on the sofa with one of Tom’s hoodies and your fluffy cover, “That would be great, Tommy. I can’t wait to see you again,”

“Yes, me neither! Love but unfortunately, for now I have to say goodbye, Love you and take care Princess,” You smile hearing his soft words through the phone, “Bye, Tommy love you too,” you hang up snuggling into the sofa falling asleep as you forget about the food.

Over the last month, Tom has been away from you. You love that Tom is working being an actor, following his dream. He is always checking up on you like that recent phone call, just now. Mostly to see if you need anything or have you been eating.

The next day, Tom opens the door early in the morning. Smiling at the peace and quiet, you must be asleep.

As Tom came through your bedroom door, popping his suitcase at the side. You snuggled back into the cover, only moving more when Tom came in the bed with you.

“Good morning, Darling,” Tom whispers, kissing your cheek. You stir nearly fluttering your eyes open, now turning towards him.

“Mm, Good morning,” You mumble, smiling into his chest as you recognise Tom’s voice.

“I’ve missed you,” Tom strokes his fingers through your hair strands.

“I’ve miss you too, Tommy,” You look at him. Tom cups your cheek pulling you into a kiss.

“How have you been, Sweetheart?” Tom cuddles you, breathing your scent through his nose.

“Actually good,” You replied, you forgot that you have not been eating good at all. Always missing meal times, staying in bed because you got no energy.

“Are you sure?” Tom questioned, “I looked in the kitchen..” he sighed, remembering that there was more than a week worth of food, still in the fridge.

You looked away from him, embarrassed at how you got caught. “Darling, I’m not mad at you! I just want to take care of you, you need to eat for your body to function,” Tom lifted your head up to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, the stress of eating getting to you. Especially, Tom being away. Even though, he has been very helpful when he is away.

“Sh, Sh, Darling. It’s ok, I’ll help you!” Tom comforts you as you let a few tears slip from your eyes, he pulls you into his chest more, “I’m not mad, even if you lied to me,” Tom kisses your forehead.

“Are you sure?” You pouted, looking up to him, “Sweetheart, I love you so much! If you struggle with anything at all, of course I’m going help and have patience with you! Even if it’s going to be a difficult journey,” Tom kisses you passionately, feeling the love and sweetness that you have both missed out on.

“I’m always going to be here, for you!” Tom smiles, rubbing your back and wiping your teary eyes.

“I love you too, Tommy,” You smile, “Thank you, your so sweet and patient with me,” You kissed him dearly, smiling into it.

“Always for you, Darling,” Tom whispers.

“How about some breakfast?” Tom asked, “I’ll make it for you and we can eat it together,” he suggested, hopeful that you will try to eat.

“Ok,” You smiled, “Your food is the best,” You giggle as you take Tom’s hand leading you out of bed.

“Of course, Darling,” Tom winked, cheekily. Tom wrapped a dressing gown over you so your not cold, “Thanks,” You giggled.

You make your way down to the kitchen, where Tom looks through the cupboards.

“What would you like? Beautiful,” Tom asks, “Pancakes,” You smile poking your tongue out, “Pancakes?” Tom teases, with his hands on your hips. He nozzles his nose into yours, “That tickles,” you giggle.

“Yes pancakes, haven’t had them in ages!” You kiss his cheek, “Good choice love, with strawberry’s? And Nutella,” Tom questioned.

You nodded, getting the milk out for Tom as he gets the flour and eggs.

You stand behind Tom wrapping your arms around him as he cooks for you both.

“Comfy, Darling,” Tom chuckles, feeling you behind his back, “Mm,”

Tom flips the pancakes in the pan, “You really good at that, wonder where you been practising?” You tease, thinking of him flipping you while in the bedroom.

“You Dirty girl,” Tom licks his lips, placing pancakes and the toppings onto plates for you and him. Catching your lips into a sweet kiss, “Breakfast has been served,” Tom whispers, kissing you again.

You and him bring your food upstairs to eat in your bedroom.

“You should really be eating it, but I’m not going to force you, Darling,” Tom worries, your sitting on your bedroom together looking down at the food.

“I’m going to eat it, don’t worry,” You take a deep breath, putting a mouth full in your mouth and actually swallowing it.

“Omg, that was terrifying,” You breathed out, “You did good, no rush Darling,” Tom strokes your head as he praised and encouraged you.

“I guess I did,” You smiled, “It is yummy,” You giggled. “Are not going to eat yours?” You pouted, “Yes, my love,” Tom smiles, taking a bite out of his pancakes.

You had an idea, giggling as you take pancake to his lips and fed him.

“You got chocolate on my nose,” Tom laughed, you give a cheeky grin as you licked his nose, “Lovely, Y/N,”

“I know, I’m so loving towards you,” You smirked, Kissing his cheek. Tom took a strawberry to your mouth, seeing if you will eat it or not.

“Are you going to eat? Darling,” Tom softly spoke, you nodded taking a bite out of the strawberry from his hand, “You did so well, baby! I’m so proud of you,” Tom gushed, kissing your forehead.

“It tastes better, when it’s your food, out of your hands..” You tease, smiling at him. You are grateful that you have a good, responsible man like Tom. He takes care of you, loves you and appreciates all the little things.

Especially, with your disorder it has been hard but Tom has been loving, caring and supportive through our.

“Oh, I definitely agree myself on that one,” Tom winked, “God, I’ve missed you so much! Darling,” he whispers, over you kissing your lips passionately that you don’t even have any words.

“You said that,” You giggle in between kisses, “I missed you so much too!”

“I know, baby but I can’t express enough that I’m always here for you. Through thick and thin, Darling!” Tom smiles cupping your cheek, caressing it with such care and softness that you will melt under his gaze.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Tom breathes out, looking into your gorgeous eyes with his honey, warm brown ones, “You are doing amazing Darling,” he smiles kissing your lips gently.

“I love you so much too, Tommy,” You smile, taking all the words he just told you, “Thank you for always being there and I’m always here for you too!! Your so good to me,” You kiss his lips savouring the Devine taste that he gives you.

“I know you do, Darling,” Tom smiles taking your hands into his own, “You want another strawberry? My love,” kissing your cheek.

“Mm, I’m sorry I don’t really want it but I’ll try again later,” You pouted, Tom kisses your forehead, “That’s ok, don’t be sorry sweetheart! It’s not your fault. You did good, I’m not going to force you,” Tom sincerely, told you.

“Thanks, Tommy,” You smile, “Can we cuddle?”

“Of course, Baby,” Tom picked up the plates, “You get tucked in, while I put the plates in the dishwasher,”

You nodded, getting under the covers as Tom went downstairs. You soak into the fluffiness of Tom’s personal, special cover. You giggle as he always teasing you because you like to steal it.

“I see you got my cover, Darling,” Tom smiles, crawling into bed with you. You snuggle into his chest as he pulls the covers over you both.

“Yeah,” You giggle, “Don’t hide your face to act all innocent, sweetheart,” Tom goes under the cover with you, stroking your head.

You giggle more and tighten your hands around him, “Cuddle,” You say, “shh and cuddle,”

“Mm, ok,” Tom nozzles his curly head into your neck, “I could, fall asleep,” He smiles.

“Sleep then,” You smuggle into him if that’s even possible, “I’ll sleep with you,” You whisper, kissing your cheek.

“Love you, Darling,” Tom smiles kissing you.

“Mm, Love you too, Tommy!” You kiss him back, actually having a nap in each other’s arms.

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Tom Holland, a contract killer, wakes up in the morning to a phone call informing him that he has been poisoned and has only one hour to live unless he keeps a high level of adrenaline in his body. He does everything he can to keep his pulse racing (having sex with his boyfriend.) Until he gets the cure.

Happy Birthday Tom! 😊

Any day would be a normal day if it weren’t for Tom’s distressed call. The sound of screeching tires assaulting the asphalt approached your home quickly. Blaring horns and honking cars multiplied the closer it got. Tom had warned you through a very noisy and hectic call. Only leaving you with the instructions: “Stay where you are right now!” 

Whether it be the early morning or the late night you had, it still made you question things. A strange mixture of curiosity and worry crept into you about what was to come. It didn’t take long for Tom’s sporty motorbike to come into view. The sound came first. Racing down your street way too fast. 

To your fear, you watch Tom use his speeding motorbike as a jumping platform. Letting go and pushing himself off just in time. Letting the bike speed off riderless into the neighboring fence and plants. Nothing could stop its momentum. Tom, on the other hand made a spectacular entrance, rolling across the floor and landing a few feet from your door. 

“What the hell?!” You manage to call out before the bike produces a loud bang as it halted against a cluster of containers and a brick wall. In all, it created a lot of smoke as it lay wrecked in pieces. Rear-wheel still spinning. Motor sputtering. “Are you okay?!” 

“I don’t have the time to explain!” Tom scrambled to his feet, discarding his helmet, turning his hair into this ruffling mess of brown curls. Turning into a sprint, closing the distance very quickly. A hint of purpose in his eyes. 

“Hold up!” You try to stop him in his tracks. But are pushed inside. The door closed shut behind you. “Tom!” You call out again, grabbing him by both his shoulders. “Talk to me, Tom!”

“I’m not who I seem to be.” He explained like it was nothing, pulling the zipper open on his jacket. Reaching behind his back with one hand. “I’ve lied about everything. My work. My travels. All of it. And now… I’m in the shit.” Revealing a gun before tossing it far and wide across the room. “I’ll try to explain along the way.”

“Tom…?” Your eyes darting back and forth from the gun back to him. Mind blown and scared at the same time. Trying to figure out the grander picture of a puzzle, you feel like you only have two pieces off. “What the…-t-t-this doesn’t make sense… What’s going to happen…?” 

“I know…. you probably have a lot of questions. B-But… But please… be mad at me later.” Tom pulled the jacket from his frame, making you lose your grip on his shoulders. Leaving you standing with an empty and scuffed leather jacket. “I simply don’t have the time.” Revealing a simple hoodie. Hanging loose and sloppy hanging around his frame. “My life is in your hands.”

The hefty confession hadn’t registered fully in your mind. You manage to make eye contact for a brief moment. A hint of desperation seeped through. You wanted to ask questions. You need answers. And fast. But there was no time. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let you.

As soon as he pulls his arms free from the sleeves, he moves onto you. Cold and shaking, his hands reach up to cup your cheeks. Without any further explanation, his lips move onto yours. With all the force behind the kiss, it sends you stumbling on your legs. Forcing you up against the wall. Kissing you fierce and fiery. Toms into it. Passionately exploring you. Wanting you.

“I’ve… been p-poisoned.” He breathed out as he let go of your lips. Showing you a reassuring smile. “And time is of the essence.”

So many things went through your head all at once. But you let it happen. Overtaken and still registering the kiss. Zipping open his hoodie, Tom yanks it off his body. Showing nothing underneath. His body was bruised and beaten. Hypnotized by the heavy sway of his muscled chest and round pecs. Breathing with a growing intensity. Tom looked swollen and ripped beyond your imagination. 

“I’m here. Heartbeat is over 125.” He speaks into a little earpiece as he checks his watch. You hear a voice responding to other medical information he quickly cites. You don’t register it. You’re overwhelmed by Tom’s presence. So up close and personal. Sandwiched between the wall and Tom. Feeling him. It’s all a bit much to take in. “You know where to find me.” Prying the piece out of his ear and tossing it into the room nonchalantly. His attention is on you again. And you don’t mind it.

Words struggle to reach your lips, but Tom sure doesn’t want you to talk. You feel yourself pulled into the moment. “I’m a killer for hire, (Y/N).” Tom breaks the news to you. “I’m sorry.” He adds on as if the apology has any means of lessening the blow. “But now they’ve gotten to me. And I need you… more than ever.” 

“Are… they g-going… to kill you?” You stammer the words as Tom’s smile softens. Your hands find purchase on his hips; it’s somehow instinctual. You feel him. Touch him. The warmth of him. It sends a shudder of excitement through you. 

“They’re already t-trying…” Tom stutters while he checks his watch. Taking one of your hands, he plants it on his chest. His muscles feel firm. And a swooning softness warms your core. Making your knees weak and heart flutter. It is everything you desire. And more. 

A rhythm. A pounding rhythm, rapid and hard, hammering inside his chest. You begin to feel it. Moving with the beat and the sway.

“If my heartbeat falls below 100… Adrenaline subsides from my system… and I will… die.” His gaze softens as your eyes meet. Yet the words were hitting you hard. You’d known Tom for so long. And now this. “At least…” He kisses you. “That’s what they told me… And I don’t want to find out the other way…” 

“T-Tom…-” You sputtered. “-I… I don’t want you to…” Eyes starting to water. The realization hitting you. “-leave me…” Emotions beginning to kick in. Tom’s eyes pooled with tears. Kissing you swift and sudden. Hand still on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat. “Wha-…What c-can… I do?”

“They’re… working on it.” He whispered as he wrapped himself around you. “Trust me…” He pulled you tightly to him. “I need you… to trust me.” He went again. “They’re the… b-best of the best.” Shaking hands fumble with the corners of your shirt. Fingers brushing and teasing your skin along your spine as he pulled it over and off you. “I’m not going anywhere… if you stay with me…”

“I will…” A moan escaped you as your bodies touched. Uttering his name along with a curse. A pleading curse. “Tell me… T-Tom. Tell me what I need to do…”

“I need you… (Y/N)...” He groaned. “Only you...” Sucking the skin along your neck. Feeling you. Touching you. Loving you. “That’s all I need…” Breathing heavily into his confession of love. “You’re the only one that can make my heart go crazy. And keep it going…”

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince [part one]

tom holland x actress!reader

series summary: when you're called in to fake date tom holland for two months to fix his public image, you never expect anything to blossom between the two of you...

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☆°・ chapter one ・°☆

“Good job today Y/N!” one of the producers calls. You slip him a smile as you push open the large glass door of the studio. A full day of interviews for your upcoming movie behind you and all you can think about is taking a long, hot shower and slipping into bed with freshly washed hair to conk out for at least ten hours. You slide into the plush leather seat of the sleek black car waiting out front. As the car begins to slink through the late afternoon traffic in Manhattan you pull out your phone, looking for some mindless entertainment to keep you awake on the drive back to your apartment. A post catches your eye, the clickbait design popping against the perfectly curated feed of your Instagram. 

Tom Holland Kicked Off The Set Of Upcoming Film ‘Origin’!

What? You frown, intrigued. You and Tom had crossed paths a few times over the years at events - as could only be expected as actors in the same age group, in the same industry - but never had the time or reason for a conversation that moved past polite pleasantries. You sigh before clicking onto the article, unable to help your piqued curiosity. 

Tom Holland has reportedly been forced to leave the cast of upcoming film 'Origin' after a nasty row with director Saul Michaels.

The Spider-Man actor was cast as supporting character Logan in the science-fiction film but sources on the set informed us that Holland was spotted leaving the director's trailer while cursing under his breath and re-casting for the role has already begun. It's unclear what the cause of this row was, but neither representatives for Holland or Michaels have agreed to comment on the situation just yet.

Before you can begin to process the article, your phone begins to ring and you close your eyes to compose yourself as best you can before answering. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Hi,” says Lucy, your manager. “I have some news you’re not gonna like.” 

You can hear the grimace on her face over the phone. 

“Oh?” you ask, praying it’s nothing. 

No such luck. 

“We need you to come in to management’s office. Now.” she says. 

Oh God.

“What did I do wrong?” you say anxiously. “Is this to do with the tweet about Ryan Reynolds? Because, I can always take that down and apologise-”

“It’s nothing to do with that.” Lucy assures you. “But it’s pretty urgent. I’ll call your driver and have him take you to Summit quickly.”

She hangs up before you can protest. 

The large head office of Summit Entertainment Management looms forebodingly as you push open the large door, flashing polite smiles at the receptionists as you pass them to head into the elevator up to the third floor. 

Craig, your publicist meets you as you step out of the elevator. The worried look on his face is concerning as he begins to speed-walk down the hall, and you have to jog to keep up with him. 

“What is it?” you ask. “Who’s died?” 

Craig opens a door on his right and ushers you in. You stop so suddenly just past the doorframe that he bumps into you. 

In an uncomfortable looking chair next to a woman who you can only assume is his own manager sits Tom. His head rests in his hands as if too heavy for him to keep up on his own. 

Did I accidentally summon him here by reading that article? You wonder. 

He nods politely at you, still huddled under his large hoodie with a beanie pulled low on his head. 

“The man of the hour himself!” you remark, slipping into an equally uncomfortable seat across from him. 

Before Tom can respond, the older man you hadn’t noticed at the head of the table begins to talk. 

“So you’ve heard, Y/N?” he asks, but continues without even waiting for an answer. “You’re aware of the situation we find ourselves in. Good, that should make this conversation a lot easier.”

You frown. 

“Sorry, who are you?”

“Y/N!” Lucy hisses from the corner as she still clutches her phone. “That’s Clay Franklin, the head of Summit Entertainment.”

Well shit. They brought out the big guns for this one.

“We’re facing a PR disaster here, thanks to Tom’s uh, disagreement with director Saul Michaels.” he continues to command the attention of the room. Tom sits silently and you swear you can feel his leg shaking under the table. You ever so gently kick your foot out to tap his leg in what you hope is a calming manner. He swallows quickly, refusing to make eye contact as he stares intently at Clay. “The public seems to be siding with Saul on this one and it’s doing God knows how much damage to Tom’s image. The only solution we can see to resolve the situation is to associate Tom with you Y/N, in hopes to salvage his reputation.” 

“Me?” you ask. “Why me?”

Clay ever so slightly rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t be naïve, Y/N. You’re America’s sweetheart right now. Hopefully some of that can rub off on the Heartbreak Prince over here, at least in the public’s eyes.”

“Okay,” you shrug. “We can hang out or something, be seen together.” you pick up your phone and begin to rise out of your chair, assuming the meeting’s over. There’s a hush to the room and you freeze, seeing that no one else has made a move to stand. 

“Am I missing something?” you ask. 

“We’ve run simulations and that won’t cover the damage.” Clay tells you. “We’re looking for something to make a little more…impact, if you know what I mean.”

“..Okay.” you say slowly. “What exactly does this plan entail, then?” 

Clay doesn’t respond verbally, waving over an assistant who dumps a large stack of paperwork on the table between you and Tom. You catch the words ‘Written Contract Regarding Relationship’ printed at the top of the first paper and a stack of NDAs underneath. Tom’s big eyes widen slightly and he knits his brows together, the most reaction he’s given throughout this whole meeting. Your eyes meet his and there’s an unspoken understanding of the situation. The air in the cool office shifts ever so slightly. Is there less of it than there was before?

“Do we have a choice?” you ask.

“If we can’t control the narrative here, Summit Entertainment will be forced to drop Tom as a client.” Clay informs you both. 

Tom shrinks further into himself and you feel the breath taken from your lungs. It doesn’t need to be explained to either of you the severity of being dropped by New York’s top management company or the impact this would have on the future of Tom’s career. 

“I’ll sign it.” Tom says, his voice wavering. It’s the first time he’s spoken throughout this whole meeting and you’d be lying if his accent didn’t send a few stray butterflies to your stomach. He clears his throat. 

“I’ll sign it,” he repeats himself. “But only if Y/N is sure.” he straightens up, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to force you into anything, or drag you down with me.”

You shake your head, flipping your hair over your shoulder from where it has cascaded out of its hasty claw-clip updo. 

“It’s you and me, right? We’re in this together now.”

Tom smiles gratefully as you reach over and snag a heavy pen from the container the assistant had placed between you two. You can feel his appreciation from across the table, and know he understands how much you’re putting on the line for him. You sign your name with a flourish, handing him the pen and twisting the sheet of paper around so he can sign too. He signs his name less flamboyantly, with a slight shake he tries to cover. Placing the pen down with a quiet thunk on the mahogany table, he looks up at you with his brown doe eyes and you cough to cover the reaction to receiving his undivided attention for the first time.

You glance at the managers gathering around the other end of the table, already discussing tactics to announce your and Tom’s new relationship to the world. Sensing they were completely occupied, you whisper quietly to Tom, What have we gotten ourselves into?

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comfort foods : ben & jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream, pasta with seafood, fish fingers

comfort drinks : latte with either salted caramel or irish cream syrup, sparkling water

comfort movies : hp but particularly the deathly hallows (streamed from illegal websites due to obvious reasons), dark knight, all spiderman movies (from tobey maguire to tom holland), a whisker away, venom

comfort shows : how i met your mother, big bang theory & young sheldon, modern family, boo bitch

comfort clothing : SNOODIES I FOUND IN PRIMARK, hoodies, leggings from cardio bunny (i can't figure out the material for the life of me but they're extremely comfy)

comfort books : dante's divine comedy i've been trying to finish for years, dickens' a christmas carol, coelho's alchemist and witch of portobello, silent witnesses by nigel mccrery (which was kindly given as a gift from a friend who heard me talk about serial killers and thought it'd be a great idea to give me a step by step guide on how to avoid getting caught)

comfort songs : crazy frog song (and i'd die on this hill because it gives me so much serotonin), mambo no. 5 by lou bega, a night like this by caro emerald, neffex's grateful, rise up from thefatrat & great spirit by armin van buuren

comfort games : among us, barbie horse adventure riding camp (yes i still have that one), league of legends (but with bots bc the community is insane at least in my region - i've got threats and i've seen people actually fighting irl over this game????), inside the backrooms, activity, (do escape rooms count???), alias, any card game

tagged by the besties @chromium-siren & @freakarus

tagging : @mercsandmonsters , @secretaryinlove , @chaoticjoke , @resurrectedfiles , @deathslays , @angelvoiced , @anunkindncss , @luposcainus , @havvkinsqueen , @wickedslip , @acceptedrisk , @araneorum , @arnieriley & if you come across this, you!

#♱ vero stfu. #i really tried to make this as short as possible and i still got carried away by the end

[mxssingmemories]

JUUUUUUULEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS hi okay so UM I HAE AN IDEA. tom holland x platonic bsf reader thing where reader comes out to him? it can be anything u want AND ALSO PLEASE I WANT TESSA IN THERE IF U CAN thank u beautiful i love u beaitiful bye beautiful

Best Friend Ever

Pairing: Tom Holland x platonic!best friend!reader

Summary: Y/N found out some news about herself and really wants to tell her best friend Tom. She's really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

Warnings: Anxiety, coming out, tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count: 1.2k !!

A/N: Jules? Posting two fics in a single night?? What is happening? Anyways, I'm loving this request, thank you so much Ash <3. This fic was so much fun to write. Also, reminder that requests are very much open!!

It was a pretty quiet day in the Holland house. Dom and Nikki, along with his brothers, were all out of town on a "vacation" of sorts. Tom ended up staying home to take care of Tessa. He was pretty excited to finally have the house to himself for once, especially since that meant he could invite you over. Everyone knew that you were his best friend-you've been there for him during some of the hardest times in his life. You've known him since before his first Marvel role, and you were so blessed that you got to see him grow up in his own little ways.

You and Tom knew practically everything about each other. He could always tell when you were having a bad day or vice versa, and knew exactly what to do. So, when you showed up on his front porch for the scheduled hangout with a fake smile on your face, he knew something was wrong. He tried to get you to talk to him several times, but eventually just let it be. He knew you well enough to trust that if it was serious you'd come to him in your own time.

You two started your TV marathon-Brooklyn Nine-Nine, of course- and sat down on the living room couch. Tessa immediately curled up in between you both. You leaned into Tom's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you providing the casual comfort only a best friend could. His and Tessa's presence and breathing calmed you significantly, even as your thoughts weighed heavily on your mind.

"What if he doesn't support me? What if he breaks off the friendship? What if he hates me?"

Your brain ran through all of the possible outcomes with anxiety, thoughts whirling through your head at what felt like 50 miles an hour. Only when Tom's hand squeezed your arm gently did you come out of it, shooting an apologetic smile at your best friend. He nodded in understanding, holding you just a little closer as if he could protect you from the negative thoughts he didn't even know were there.

Logically, you knew Tom would probably be supportive. He'd had so many positive interactions with LGBTQ fans and family alike, but for some reason your brain thought it would be different. Oh well, you figured, might as well get it over with.

However, the second you opened your mouth, you felt your blood run cold. You quickly shut it again, hoping Tom didn't notice your little speaking mishap.

In reality, Tom definitely noticed. It only made him more concerned for you. You'd been off the whole day, not paying attention to the show at all. He knew all he had to do was wait for you to come to him, but he was still anxious as hell. Tom was a helper, and he had never felt the need to help more than he did in this moment.

"Want to go get some ice cream, Y/N?" he asked, a smile on his face. Your eyes brightened up as you nodded, jumping off the couch. "Okay, I'll get Tessa's leash on. You wanna grab a hoodie from my closet?" As you nodded again, he went to grab Tessa's leash and let you do your thing. You came back downstairs a minute later, all ready to go.

Tom put Tess in the backseat, making sure she was secure. The minute you got in, you stole the aux and Taylor Swift started blaring. When Tom scoffed, you smirked unabashedly-it was Taylor Swift. The ride to the ice cream parlor was uneventful, filled with quieter music and Tessa's paws on your arm. It was peaceful, and for a moment you were finally able to relax.

The bell dinged as you both walked into the shop, Alex coming over to greet you.

"Hey, loves! How's it going?" they grinned, already preparing your orders and Tess' whipped cream.

"Pretty okay, Alex! Mom and Dad are out of town, so me and dingus here are having a sleepover." Tom smiled, making sure Tessa didn't try to sneak behind the counter again. As soon as Alex got your orders prepared, Tom motioned to head out to the car, but you shook your head.

"Is it alright if I stay back and talk to Alex for a sec?" At his nod, you walked back in to find Alex sitting at one of the tables with a milkshake. They smiled and motioned for you to sit down. Nose deep in their milkshake, they motioned for you to continue.

Alex was one of the most open people you've ever met. They made it public knowledge they were trans, and you looked up to them very much.

You gulped. "How..how did you come out to your best friend?" Alex immediately sat up a little straighter and made eye contact with you.

"Well, honestly I feel like they knew. I kind of just came out with it outright. They were so supportive, and honestly it went really well. Why? IS there something you need to tell me?" they asked, a glint in their eyes.

"I'm pan, Alex." you stated, eyes widening when they giggled a bit.

"Dude. I know. I also know that you're terrified to tell Tom, am I right?" At your shrug, they continued, "I can promise you 100% that he's going to support you. He's your best friend, and above all an awesome person. I think you should do it. You got this kiddo," they beamed. Standing up to hug them with tears in your eyes, you started walking out. They grabbed your shoulder, and whispered "it's gonna be fine." Planting a kiss on your cheek, you finally met Tom outside.

You ate your ice cream on the way home, quite enjoying the newfound confidence the chat with Alex gave you.

The second you got home, Tessa jumped on the couch with you, effectively taking Tom's spot. He playfully glared at Tess and scooted her over until he was sat beside you. Turning on the movie, he felt you snuggle up to him and relaxed.

Your heart was beating, however, as you sat up again. "Tom. I really need to get this out and I've been thinking about it for a while, it's completely fine if you don't accept it. I mean it's not fine, it'll suck ass, but I understand-"

our best friend cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth, taking his turn to speak. "Y/N. Please just tell me. I won't judge you, I pinky-promise."

"I..shit. I'm pan."

Realization flashed across his features, and before your eyes could get too teary he pulled you into his chest.

"That's okay, kiddo. I know. I've got you, it's okay love." He continued murmuring support into your ear as your eyes got heavy. You knew you were going to fall asleep soon. You placed your hand on Tessa's head by muscle memory as she scooted towards you, finding enough strength in you to say three words.

"I love you," you sighed sleepily, your best friend's face going soft again at those words. He murmured his reply, but you were already fast asleep. The last thing you registered was the feeling of being loved, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x platonic!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x best friend!reader #coming out #my writing #ash <3 #loving this

[strandbuckley]

How are the boys in the quartet spending christmas eve and day? Together? Do they take turns going to each others families? I’m so curious!! 🧡🧡

Merry Christmas friend! My gift to you, some very soft quartet verse Christmas content. I hope you enjoy

Cross-posted on Ao3 here

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Splitting holidays between four people is hard, as they’d recently discovered when they finally got their shit together and sat down to plan out Christmas and New Year’s celebrations. There was no physical way they could all be in their home countries and make time for each other during the holidays and going to see each other’s families was out of the question. Max could have gone with Daniel to Australia, but they felt awful leaving the other two back in Monaco without them. Plus, Christmas wouldn’t really feel complete unless they were all together. So they decided to split up the week before Christmas, Max in Holland, Daniel in Australia, Lando in Belgium and Charles home in Monaco. 

It was hard for them, being apart, especially with Daniel in a time zone ten hours ahead. Especially when Lando got whiny, bratty, and needy half-way through the five days and Max had to add Daniel to a joint facetime call where they did their best to talk him into a light sub-space and coordinate aftercare through a screen with Daniel fighting to stay awake at 2am, Australia time. Especially when poor Charles called Max sobbing in the middle of the night because he’d had a nightmare and there was nothing he could do other than talk to him gently, praying his distorted voice through tiny phone speakers was enough. 

Needless to say, when Max’s plane touched down in Nice the Monday before Christmas, his arms were aching to hold his boys. He was landing the earliest, with Lando’s plan getting in later that afternoon as he’d made a quick pit stop in England to visit Max F. and Daniel joining them late that night. 

Charles was already waiting for them at the apartment, which Max knew because he’d texted them with an update on how badly the cats had destroyed their living space while left partially unattended. Only one of Lando’s hoodies and a small potted plant had been sacrificed to their wrath so Max counted it as mostly successful. 

Amour: leaving the airport now

Schatje: good. tell them to drive quickly 

Amour: patience my love. i’ll see you soon

Max did silently will his driver to navigate the endless Monaco traffic a bit faster, but the poor man was doing the best he could in a sea of luxury cars and confusing intersections. When they finally reached their apartment, Max could have cheered, but restrained himself, instead thanking the man politely and retrieving his bag from the trunk. He was scarcely in the door before he was practically tackled by Charles. 

“I missed you so much!” he cried into Max’s shoulder, fingers fisted into his t-shirt like vices. 

“I missed you too Charlie,” Max pulled away to kiss his forehead. “How are your mom and brothers?”

“Mama and Lorenzo are doing well. Arthur was dropped from the Ferrari driver academy so it’s been a tough few days.”

“Poor Arthur,” Max tutted sympathetically. “What’s his plan now?”

“To mope for a while I’m sure. Then he’ll pick himself up and get back to work. A season off might do him some good, even if it isn’t what he wants. He puts too much pressure on himself.”

“Sounds like he takes after his big brother.”

“Oh shut up,” Charles batted at his chest lightly. “I laid out some clean clothes for you and put a towel in the warmer. I thought you might like to shower after your flight.”

“Such a sweet boy. Only if you were planning to shower with me.”

“Of course.”

Charles joined him in the shower as promised, even using one of the eucalyptus shower steamers they usually reserved for aftercare showers to relax them more. He insisted on washing Max’s hair, standing slightly on his tiptoes to make sure he got all of the suds out. Max returned the favor, enjoying the small moans and whimpers Charles let out as he scratched and massaged his scalp. Out of the shower, Max toweled him off and covered his body in the scented lotion he loved before bundling him into some sweatpants and one of his own white t-shirts. 

“Can we lie in bed for a while?” Charles asked while Max was dressing himself in the clothes the other had put out for him. “I have a week of cuddles to catch up on.”

“Of course schatje.”

They threw back the covers and climbed into bed, resolving to wait there for Lando to return to them. Max had to admit his left arm felt empty without Lando curled into the crook of it, no hair tickling Max’s chin and drool staining his shirt. He wouldn’t feel complete until the four of them were back together, squeezed right into each other’s space where they belonged. Lando had texted that the plane was taking off just as they were getting out of the shower, so Max kept an eye on his plan tracker to have a rough idea of when he’d be arriving. Charles dozed on and off beside him as Max scrolled on his phone and kept an eye on Lando’s flight information, eager for the youngest to join them. 

Eventually, he too dozed off, and was woken by the sound of a key turning in the lock and Lando’s gentle voice greeting Jimmy and Sassy.

“We’re in the bedroom,” Max called out to him and he could hear Lando’s eager footsteps headed their way almost immediately. 

Lando let out a soft whine as he practically threw himself on top of Max, pressing their bodies as close as he could physically get them. 

“Hi baby boy,” Max said, running gentle hands through his messy curls. “How was your flight?”

“Long. I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too love. Go shower, then you can join us.” 

Lando huffed in annoyance, but did as he was told, taking what might have been the quickest shower of his life so he could rejoin his partners quickly. He settled in on Max’s other side, pushing up his boyfriend's t-shirt to rest his head against his belly. His arm was slung over Max’s waist to curl in the waistband of Charles’s sleep pants and as soon as he got comfortable and still, he was asleep. 

They spent the rest of the day in bed, taking short naps, only getting up to use the bathroom and when Max finally convinced them that they needed to eat something for dinner. They threw together something quick from one of Charles’s prepped meals and ate together on the sofa. Lando was allowed to choose the first Christmas movie of the week which was Home Alone. Undoubtedly, they would end up watching it more than once because Daniel also loved the film. 

When Daniel finally texted that his plane to Nice was boarding, Max breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, all four of them would be back together. Charles and Lando insisted on waiting up for him, not caring how late it would be, so in order to stay awake, Charles loaded up Disney+ and began a marathon of the “Santa Clause” movies, which Lando was appalled Max had never seen. The end credits were rolling on the second movie when they heard a key in the lock and Daniel shuffled his way into the apartment, stopping briefly to greet Jimmy who was curling around his ankles. He spotted his boys on the couch, Lando in Max’s lap barely able to keep his eyes open and Charles pressed against his side, cuddling with Sassy. 

Daniel kicked off his shoes and padded into the living room. He slotted himself behind Max on the couch, tugging all three of them close so he could get his arms around them. 

“Hey,” he pressed a soft kiss to Max’s ear and one to Lando’s shoulder.

“Welcome home,” Max murmured. 

Lando rolled from Max’s lap and into his, hooking all four limbs around his body like a little koala. 

“Missed you Danny,” he grumbled against the skin of his neck. 

“I missed you too, baby boy. I missed all of you guys.” 

“Can we go back to bed now?” Charles whined, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was sticking up in all directions and Daniel thought he looked like a disgruntled hedgehog. 

They made their way back to the bedroom, Lando insisting that he was too tired to walk and Daniel humoring him because he’d missed him so much he didn’t particularly want to let him go anyway. When Daniel returned from his quick shower, there was a spot waiting for him between Lando and Charles. He settled into it, the two younger boys immediately snuggling up to his warmth. He turned his head to kiss Max over where Lando was already snoring between them. 

“This is going to be the best Christmas we’ve ever had.”

*****

The days leading up to Christmas were spent decorating the entire apartment. (Well, Charles and Lando were decorating. Daniel and Max were mostly supervising and moving the heavy boxes.) After two days of work, the place looked like Santa’s workshop had thrown up and somehow, Lando had struck a deal with the cats to not be destructive for once because the tree was still standing. 

While Lando and Charles were playing Santas’s elves, Max and Daniel braved the city to do last minute gift shopping for the two boys. It was the first time they’d be spending the actual holiday together, so they’d decided to spoil them as much as possible. Their main mission had been to pick up the boys’ surprise gifts. They’d all sent each other wish lists almost a month prior so they all had a vague idea of what they’d be getting from the others, but Max and Daniel had decided to surprise Lando and Charles with bracelets. Daniel had bought Max one of the Cartier love bracelets when they’d been together a year, and Max had gotten Daniel one for his birthday the following year. So they’d decided to purchase one for both Lando and Charles as they were coming up on a year of all four of them being together. 

When they returned home, the other two gave them a tour of the now unrecognizable apartment before they snuck away to the bedroom to wrap their gifts and place them under the tree. Lando spent a solid fifteen minutes trying to get Max and Daniel to spoil the surprise, only being deterred by Daniel swatting the back of his thigh and threatening him with a spanking. 

Their real celebrations started on Christmas Eve. They began the day with a giant breakfast spread, a tradition of Lando’s from when he was a child. They’d all agreed that nothing they ate this week counted because of the holiday and they would just work harder when they resumed training after the new year. Lando assisted Max with making pancakes and scrambled eggs, while Daniel fried bacon and sausage out on the balcony. Charles was tasked with cutting up fruit and making the yogurt dip Lando’s trainer had sent the recipe over (the only remotely healthy thing part of the spread). They ate on the living room floor, bathed in the glow of Christmas lights with “Elf” playing on the TV in the background. 

When their bellies were full, they threw the dishes in the sink and moved on to Daniel’s childhood tradition. They each got to open one gift that was under the tree. The only catch was, Daniel got to pick. He handed the three of them boxes, all the same size but wrapped in different types of paper. When the opened them, they pulled out matching sets of pajamas, covered in tiny christmas trees and formula cars, the color scheme corresponding to their respective teams.

“Where did you find these Daniel?” Max managed to ask through his laughter. 

Lando had already started stripping off his clothes to replace them with his papaya pjs. 

“I have my ways Maxy, don’t you worry.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging in their apartment, snacking on junk food and taking turns showing each other their favorite Christmas movies. Max even managed to find one of his favorite Dutch movies with English subtitles. 

“Hey Max,” Lando murmured.

The younger boy was wrapped in a blanket and snuggled against Max’s side. 

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Lando.”

“This is the best Christmas ever.”

“I’m glad.”

When they got ready to start dinner, Lando snuck off to the office to play a few games with Max F. and some of his other friends while the other three cooked. 

Charles and Max slaved over Pascale’s bread recipe to have with their Christmas dinner that had been dropped off by Brad, who knew that Max would struggle to make those types of food on his own. Conveniently, there was enough for four. Max assumed that Brad knew, though his trainer had never said anything to him. He made a mental note to send him a text later as a thank you. 

Charles wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to the back of Max’s neck as he stood at the counter slicing the bread they’d made.

“Looks great,” he commented. 

“We did a pretty good job,” Max agreed. He turned in Charles’s arms and gave him a quick kiss. “Will you go tell Lando it’s time to eat?”

Charles nodded and padded off in the direction of the office. He knocked on the door in their secret pattern and waited for Lando to answer. 

“Come in!”

Lando was sitting in front of the computer, face lit by the screen, headset half on his head so he could hear Charles.

“Are you muted?’ he murmured, low enough to not be picked up by the mic.

“It’s just Max, you’re safe.”

Charles nodded and made his way into the office fully, pressing a kiss to Lando’s head.

“Dinner is ready.”

“Great, I’m starving.” He turned back to the monitor and tapped a few buttons on his keyboard to turn off the game. “Hey Max, I’m going to eat. I’ll talk to you later.”

From his proximity to Lando’s headset, Charles could vaguely hear his friend’s response, “Alright mate. Have a good night, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas mate.”

They ate their dinner much in the same way they ate their breakfast, the dim lights of the tree bathing them in a warm, yellow glow. 

When their plates were clear and the dishes for the day were clean, Daniel stood and clapped his hands. 

“Alright boys, better get to bed early or Santa won’t come.”

They all chuckled at Daniel’s antics but followed the oldest to the bedroom and climbed into bed together.

“Merry Christmas my loves,” Max said when they were settled, wrapped up in each other.

“Merry Christmas,” the other three chorused. 

*****

Lando woke them up early the next morning like a little boy, dragging his partners to the living room. The youngest of them had been frothing at the mouth for days, both to open his gifts and give gifts to the other three. They made him sit and wait, the poor boy practically bouncing in his seat as Daniel passed the presents around. They’d set a gift limit, one from each person to the others, to keep the pile of gifts from being bigger than was necessary. 

When all of the gifts had been opened, and Daniel scooped up the wrapping paper like a dad, Max snuck off to the bedroom to retrieve their surprise gifts.

“Lando and Charles, we have one more gift for you,” he said, handing each of the boys a wrapped box. “This is from both me and Daniel.”

They slid the ribbons off carefully, pulling off the lids to the boxes to look inside. 

Lando gasped when he realized what it was, looking up at them with tears already welling in his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, voice soft. 

“Yes really. We wanted you two to have your own.”

“Will you put it on me?”

“Of course.”

Max gently tightened the screws on Lando’s band and Daniel did the same for Charles.

“Does it feel alright?”

“It feels great. Thank you Maxy.”

“You’re welcome Lando.”

He pressed a kiss to the youngest’s head, pulling him in for a tight hug. Lando pulled him down onto the couch for a cuddle and Charles did the same to Daniel. Lando and Charles curled up between them, clinging to their partners. Daniel pressed a kiss to Charles’s head and turned to look at Max. 

“I told you, best Christmas ever.”

#formula 1 rpf #formula 1 #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #charles leclerc #maxiel #lesteppen #dando #charles x lando #charles x daniel #my works #quartet verse

[lnfours]

sideline (two) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response. 

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen. 

tom hey, you busy? 

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard. 

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong? 

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end. 

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream  wanna join? 

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n  sure! 

tom cool :)  i’ll pick u up in 10? 

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning. 

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car. 

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you. 

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?” 

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds. 

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.”

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all. 

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify. 

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all. 

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls. 

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight. 

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly. 

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

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had the funkiest dream. you're gonna hear it.

so it started like amok time but for some reason there were medieval knights and they were hypospraying people and one of them stabbed Jim with a longsword and spock was out for blood and he literally like tackled the dude who stabbed jim headfirst and just. Beat his ass.

My parents drive by this nonsense and are like "Get in losers". So we pick them up and magickally fix Jim's stab wound.

Jim and Spock end up in my car as my parents are driving cross-country to go see the cast of Ghostbusters: Afterlife.

(To visualize, my parents are in front, Jim and Spock are pressed up against eachother in the back despite the middle seat having decent space for two people, and me and my brother are in the trunk seats.)

So my parents are tryna make small talk with them, and suddenly we gotta go get gas so we stop off at a gas station. We all get out and, wouldn't you know it, spock gets hurt but he doesn't really show it, he just kinda ignores it for the time being. Jim sits like a bisexual (bc he is and I can't describe the way he was sitting better than that), and his hand brushes against Spock's hand and Spock doesn't flinch, he just stays there.

We all pile in the car again and Jim decides to sleep, so he just like curls into a ball (imagine fetal style) and presses up against Spock again and falls asleep, and you see just the.. the tiniest smile on Spock's face for a moment.

So we pull up to the convention around 4-5 hours later, and we gotta stand in line to get into the place. For some reason, people are talking about Tom Holland and Zendaya, and I look up at the sign and it says:

'No Way Home - Fan Meet 'N Greet'.

We still go in. After like .2 seconds we lose Spock again (my exact words were "yo... where's Mr. Spock?? and Jim finds him in the restroom, trying to make sure his wounds don't bleed again (he did a damn good job. Also we don't know he was hurt, we just know he was in the restroom.)

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Spock was wearing a navy blue vest under a green and blue flannel. The vest had three pins, one was red and gold and said "I Survived The Beginning Of Fandom", another said "Stay Charged and Positive", and the last one said "Save the Whales".

Jim had on a mustard yellow zip-up hoodie with orange accents on the hood, the sleeve ends, and the outlines.

Our car was a navy blue SUV, the design being like 90-00s.

Do you always dream of fanfiction tropes?

#I had a weird dream about this like future video game or something involving big rocks lmao

[jahayla-parker]

Aches and Loss : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 2.1k wc, Tom Holland helps reader through the loss of her aunt. Hurt-comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, funerals, Catholicism, and related topics.

Note: technically not a WIP, but was done to support @theslayerofthevampires 💜

“Tommy, is that you?” Y/N croaked.

Tom rushed down the hall, his heart sinking to the floor when he saw her.

Her eyes were red and teary, hands tangled in her hair, and tissues tossed across the coffee table.

“It’s me darling” Tom said softly, walking to her and kneeling.

“I’m glad you’re here” she admitted shyly.

Tom gave her a sympathetic smile, “I’m glad I’m here too. I’m so sorry y/n”.

Y/n sniffles and nodded weakly.

“I know that doesn’t mean much. Is there anyway I can help?” He asked, grabbing her left hand and lowering it from her tangled hair.

She shrugged, her eyes watching the way his lips met her hand before his other hand brought her right hand down as well.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tom wondered, kissing the back of her other hand.

Y/n let out a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

——

“That sounds like it was a lot of fun” Tom replied, his fingers softly untangling her hair as she finished the story about her aunt.

Y/n nodded, “she made sure we all had a good time”.

Tom hummed, holding her closer as she began to tear up.

“Are all of her kids coming?” Tom asked when y/n didn’t start up a new story.

She held out her hands and began counting on her fingers as she thought through who she knew was coming.

“I believe so, it’s a big family. I know her grandkids will be there too” y/n answered, watching Tom’s face for a reaction.

He nodded, glancing down as he felt her eyes on him.

Tom gave her a soft smile and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, “what is it love?”

“Are you okay with… going?” She asked.

“Is your family okay with me going?” He replied, stroking her cheek.

She nodded and gave him a small smile.

He grinned back, “and you want me there?”

“Yes, please “ she begged, her hand clutching onto his hoodie.

“Then of course I’ll be here darling” he promised, his thumb dancing over her cheekbone.

Her eyes lit up slightly as her lips curled, “really? You don’t mind?”

Tom furrowed his brows, “why would I mind?”

“It’ll be a lot of people. You’ve met my immediate family, but not my extended family. It’s a lot, not to mention…” she mumbled nervously.

He sighed and pulled her closer to his chest, “I would love to meet your extended family, no matter how many people that entails. I wish it were better circumstances for your sake darling, but that’s all”.

She sniffled and snuggled into his embrace, “some of them are marvel fans. Like big marvel fans”.

Tom chuckled lightly, “you’re a big marvel fan darling”.

Y/n playfully hit his chest and giggled, “you know what I mean Tom! Obviously they know we’re dating, but I don’t know how they’ll behave. I know the circumstances should prevent much from happening but-“.

“If something happens, it’s okay. Unless you’re worried I’ll be a distraction? I can always try a disguise, or-“ he offered.

She shook her head and leaned back to look him in the eyes, “no. I need my Tommy”.

Tom blushed and chuckled, his thumb back on her cheek, “you have me, always”

——

“I just didn’t think I’d lose her” y/n whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.

Tom frowned, “I know. I wish I could take the pain away from you”.

Y/n gave him a faint smile and rubbed her arms with her hands.

“One second,” Tom said, setting the plate of dinner he’d made her on the table.

He then lifted his hoodie over his head and held it towards her, “here”.

She bit her lip and sniffled, “t-than”

“Shhh sweetie, what happened?” He asked, sitting beside her and helping her put his black hoodie over her head.

She shook her head, “nothing. I just,… I’m grateful to have you, especially right now”.

Tom smiled tenderly at her and after she slipped her arms into the sleeves, he pulled her in for a hug.

“You’re not alone in this y/n,” he promised quietly, his warm breath hitting her ear.

“She would’ve really liked you” y/n mumbled, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Tom rubbed her back slowly, “I’m sure I would’ve liked her to y/n/n”.

She nodded against him, “I think so, I could see you guys getting along well”.

Tom hummed softly as he kept rubbing her back comfortingly.

“I wish you could’ve “ she sighed, “I’m sorry”.

“For what?” He asked, carefully tilting her back as he felt tears land on his chest.

Tom delicately stroked his thumb under her eyes to clear off the tears as they fell.

“Crying again, I feel like it’s been off and on ever since you got here” she explained.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, you can cry as much as you need. You don’t need to hold it in” Tom assured her, his heart breaking as she nodded and began crying more.

“That’s it” he whispered, afraid if he spoke louder his voice would crack sympathetically.

Tom held her tightly, whispering small comforting words as she cried into his chest.

——

“That was beautiful” Tom said, squeezing y/n’s hand as they exited the viewing area.

Y/n smiled softly over at him, noting how if it were different circumstances seeing him in his black suit would have made her want to take a million photos of him.

“Yeah, it was arranged really well, and it looks like everyone made it” y/n agreed.

“Your family all seems lovely by the way” Tom stated while leading her down the hall.

Y/n felt her face flush and a swell of pride in her chest, “thank you”.

He smirked to himself as he watched her reaction but shook it off and squeezed her hand, “of course”.

“So, I forgot to mention, my aunt was Mexican Catholic, so this service is going to be at least an hour long,” y/n informed Tom as they made their way up the steps.

Tom nodded, “okay, sounds good. Anything I need to know or do?”

She shook her head, squeezing his hand in thanks, “just help me?”

He turned to stand before her, tilting her head up so he could see her eyes.

Y/n blinked through her tears, letting her eyes stare into his beautiful auburn ones.

“I will be right by your side, the whole time. I promise” he told her softly.

——

“This whole weekend was beautiful, your family arranged a very special tribute to your aunt” Tom complimented, setting a bouquet of flowers on her kitchen counter.

As he filled it with water, y/n smiled softly over at him, “they really did. Everyone loved you by the way”.

She giggled quietly as she saw the blush creep up his face and redden his cheeks.

——

“Now y/c/n is the oldest of your aunt’s children, right?” Tom clarified as he looked through the photo album y/n brought out.

Y/n nodded “y/c/n is the oldest, and y/oc/n is the middle child. People confuse them all the time though”.

“That’s y/oc/n, right?” He asked, pointing to a particular person in the family photo of y/n and a few of her cousins.

Y/n smiled, “of course you’d not confuse them like the others”.

Tom blushed again but continued studying the photo album, absorbed in learning more about her aunt and family.

“Am I boring you?” She asked as she turned another page.

“No!” He blurted, chuckling a bit after, “no, I love seeing these photos. You look so cute”.

Y/n bit her lip bashfully and smiled at him.

“Besides, y/a/n was important to you, I want to know whatever you are willing to share about her “ he admitted.

——

“‘ey, ‘ey, love, shhh” Tom cooed, wrapping y/n in his arms as he blinked rapidly in an attempt to wake up more.

They’d been asleep for the night when he suddenly heard her crying.

She’d tried to hide the sound by pressing her face into the pillow, but he still heard.

Y/n quickly flipped over, facing Tom and gave him a sad look.

“I woke you?” She sniffled, rubbing her eyes.

Tom shrugged, “‘s not important. Did you have a bad dream?”.

“I wish” she groaned, scooting closer to him.

He tightened his grip, bringing her against his chest as he placed his lips to the top of her head.

Tom sighed, “talk to me darling. Why’d you wake up crying?”

“I had… a dream.. y/a/n was there and it was fun, we went to the park I told you about?” Y/n explained, pausing to see if her boyfriend was following along.

Tom hummed softly into her hair to let her know he remembered what she was referencing.

“But then I woke and… well…” she sniffled, tears dripping from her shut eyes and onto his chest.

“But then you woke up and reality hit” Tom sighed, wishing there was something more he could do.

She nodded faintly against his chest, “yeah”.

“I’m so sorry y/n, what can I do to help? Do you want to talk about it? Maybe take a walk? Or go for a drive?” He questioned.

“We can go for a drive?” She asked, leaning back to see his face.

Tom offered a small smile, “‘course, is that what you’d like to do?”

Y/n nodded and let Tom help her up from the bed.

——

“Thank you” y/n whispered into the night.

Tom pulled the hood of his hoodie up over her head as the wind hit his shoulders.

“Nothing to thank me for y/n, I’ll always be here to help you with anything” he vowed.

Y/n smiled over at him despite the fact it was pitch black outside and he likely couldn’t see it.

But, unbeknownst to her, the stars lit her face just enough for his attentive gaze to catch sight of her glimmer of joy.

Tom wrapped his arms around her and smiled as she snuggled into him before looking back out at the city lights.

——

“How does the water feel?” Tom asked, dipping one finger into the bath water he’d drawn for her.

“It’s nice” she mumbled, eyes closed as she tried to relax in the warm epsom salt filled bath.

Tom sighed in relief, pulling his finger back out of the tub before he stood up.

“Can you stay?” Y/n questioned weakly, her eyes peeling open to watch him.

Tom nodded, “I am, I just wanted to move positions”.

“I can reach your neck easier from here” he explained, tenderly setting his hands on her shoulders in a slow enough pace she had time to pull away or tell him no.

But instead she leaned into his touch and sighed.

“Tell me if it hurts too much okay?” He requested as he began carefully massaging her lower neck.

Y/n hummed lowly, sinking further into the tub.

——

“Let’s get you dried and into pajamas first, then we can get you back into bed” Tom said as he fought a laugh.

Y/n groaned but let him help her dry her body off with the towel she had wrapped loosely around her.

Well, it wasn’t so much him helping her as it was him doing the task for her; but he didn’t mind as she seemed much more relaxed now.

“Much better, now for your top, do you want new pajamas, or-“ he began, setting the now-damp towel on the hanger.

“Your hoodie?” She asked barely above a whisper.

Tom chuckled as he lifted her onto the countertop, “I had a feeling, one second darling”.

Y/n leaned against the mirror with her eyes closed, her legs dangling off the bathroom counter as she waited for him to return.

Tom stroked her cheek and shook his head softly when she didn’t wake back up.

He cautiously placed the hoodie on over her, making sure it was comfortably in place before stepping back.

While smiling softly at her sleepy state, he scooped her up in his arms and brought her back to her bedroom.

“To-Tommy?” She mumbled sleepily, her eyes still closed as he lowered her to the bed.

Tom smiled, “it’s me, y/n/n, just rest”.

“St-staying?” Y/n whispered, reaching out blindly for him.

Tom chuckled playfully, “always”.

He made his way under the covers before grabbing her hand.

“You’re not alone y/n, get some sleep” he whispered, kissing her forehead as her breathing slowed.

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Then There Was You- Chapter Nine

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead, William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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Chapter 9

“So, Y/n, when’s a good time for us to have our date, before or after the movie is finished?” Harry asked jokingly as Y/n and the other three boys were waiting for the elevator to get to their floor. They had just wrapped up four more hours of filming and Y/n would never tell Tom this, but the four of them together made everything more fun. Y/n and Harry had to constantly be told to be quiet. Haz and Y/n were making plans on how to prank Tom since he was going to stay the rest of the time to help assist Tom. And with Sam, they talked about different restaurants Y/n wanted to try. When it the elevator finally pinged and opened, they stepped out and made their way to Tom’s room. “I’m pretty booked and busy for a while but I’ll let you know,” she laughs. Tom rolls his eyes as he presses his card on the door opener. Tom tosses his jacket on the couch as he says, “She doesn’t want to go out with you, you div. She needs someone more her speed,” Everyone sits on the couch with him. Y/n turned on the TV. “Oh and who’s more her speed? You, Thomas?” Silence and awkwardness made themselves known in the room at his statement. All of a sudden, a pillow smacked his face. Y/n was the first to laugh. And then a pillow hit her face and all chaos broke loose. Pillows hit everyone’s limbs, loud laughing bounced off the walls, and their was a loss breath as everyone finally settled down. A movie was quickly decided on and everyone’s attention was focused. They even ordered barbeque from one of Y/n’s favorite spots. 

Y/n was starting to get sleepy by the end of the movie and everyone but Tom was knocked out on the couch. “I’m going to head out, Tommy” she whispered stretching while getting up. Tom grabs his hoodie to walk her back to her room. “You don’t have to walk me back you goof, go get ready for bed. I’ll be fine,” Tom waved her off pushing her to the door and grabbing her jacket. “You know I’d never do that I’m too much of a gentleman. Gotta make my mum proud.” Y/n laughed quietly as he bowed opening the door. Tom closed it lightly and they walked in silence to the elevator. Y/n noticed that Tom had something on his mind as the doors closed. She wouldn’t speak about it first. “Were you really thinking about going on that date with my brother? You know it’s okay if you were. I just… I just couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. I mean I would support it if it would make you happy. I’m sorry I’m rambling.” Y/n giggles as the door open and they both exit walking to her room. “We were just joking Tom, no need to worry.” she says stopping in front of her door. “Besides, I like someone else,” She says with a wink and kisses his cheek saying good night, and closes the door. Shocked that she did that. She quickly texted Ryan what had just happened. 

Y/n breathed deeply. Ryan was right, the ball was in his court. She just never felt so bold before. Tom brought something out of her that she had never felt. She trusted him with her whole heart. He was her best friend and in such a short period of time, she started to fall for him. Romance was not something that came to her easily. In high school, she had one boyfriend, that wasn’t that serious because she was too focused on her writing. She never had time for him, so when she found him kissing another girl behind the bleachers, she wasn’t even mad. She went on a few dates but none of them ever stuck because she would constantly travel for the movie. Everything always felt so forced with them too. Doing it only because her friends would set her up, or her parents wanted her to get out more. Tom, he felt.. natural. She got herself more comfortable in the bed closing her eyes. He was always her last thought and she was the last on Tom’s.

A loud ping on Y/n’s phone interrupted her morning routine. She looked at the face of it and it was a text from Tom asking her to meet him at his trailer when he got on set since she had a few things that she had to do. She agreed anxious about what was to come. She hoped more than anything she didn’t ruin her friendship with him. She finished brushing her teeth and began to get dressed. She was ready for whatever was to come. 

It was about an hour before she finally got a text from Tom telling her that he was ready for her. She made her way nervously to his trailer, hesitating to knock when she finally got there. He answered looking slightly disheveled. “Love! It’s so good to see you come in!” She was surprised by his enthusiasm. Maybe he did like her back. “How’d you sleep?” She side-eyed him as she sat down at the seat that he was offering her. “ I slept okay, how about you?” She asked him still confused. “Not too, well I was thinking all night about what you said. About how you liked someone already,” she nodded, urging him to keep going. “And I was wondering who it was? We hang out all the time and there’s no guy I ever see you talking to… or girl! Whoever, I didn’t know you liked anyone. Why didn’t you tell me? I would love to help you get with them.” Y/n blinked once. Then twice. Could the boy be really that dense? Maybe he didn’t like her back. She would just keep it to herself. He didn’t need to know that she liked him. Perhaps his not realizing was a blessing in disguise. Besides she wants to protect their friendship. She shook her head and put on a fake smile. “It’s no one, Tom. ‘Sides he doesn’t like me back anyways.” Tom went to go hug her. “He doesn’t realize what he’s missing Y/n. You deserve the world. If you ever want to talk about it I’m here.” She hugged Tom back. This was all she needed. She didn’t need to be in a relationship with him just his friendship, that was enough no matter how much she wanted more.

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[gwenstacy-ghostspider]

🥰Crush on the second floor!🥰

Part 1-20

Summary: You just recently moved to the second floor of an apartment complex. But too much to you're enjoyment Peter Parker...YOUR CRUSH lives in the same apartment complex but a few floors above you.

Extra:

Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker but in Tom Holland's living condition. So living with Aunt May in an apartment instead of an actually house.

Reader is gender neutral

Lot's of edits because the OG draft of this story was with Tom Holland's Peter but I strongly SIMP over Andrew Garfield

You're mom recently just got custody of you. Having to have packed your things eagerly with the help of your mom. You left your dad's, now officially living with your mom in her small two-bedroom apartment. After the long hassle of unpacking you plopped onto your bed letting out a long sigh. "I didn't think unpacking would take longer than packing"  As you talk to yourself you hear your mom yell from the other room aka the kitchen the place of delicious food. 

"Y/N honey, can you get the door? I'm cooking dinner for the both of us!" You huff in annoyance and get off your bed, you weren't annoyed with your mom but with the fact, you had to get up. Once you'd gotten up you walked out of your room and to the front door opening it. "Yes, who i-" You completely stop mid-sentence, as you felt your face heat up seeing your crush Peter fucking Parker. "Peter? What are you doing here?" You asked confused with a bit of surprise. Peter was staring at you looking with just as much surprise; you wonder what he was thinking. 

Now Peter, on the other hand, was wondering what you were thinking. God to think the person he was crushing on just moved into the same apartment complex as he did. He couldn't help but be surprised and stare at you. Your skin looked so flawless and your hair looked so soft and clean. God how he wanted to run his hands through it...BUT not in a creepy way!! "Hello?" He heard your sweet voice and it snapped him back to reality.

 You giggled at the boy's silliness as he spoke "S-sorry" he sighed before continuing "I'm a bit tired" You simply nodded. "It's fine nerd, anyway what are you doing here?" you paused before gasping and backing away being dramatic "Are you Peter Parker stalking me?! I know I'm hot but you're crazy!" Peter looked panicked and throws his arms up in defense. "What?! No! I live in this building too and my aunt told me to go introduce myself to you guys because you just moved in" You laughed at how dorky Peter was, God he couldn't handle your teasing he really was a nerd. "I was kidding Peter, I know you wouldn't stalk me" You smiled causing him to blush and smile back at you. This boy's smile was like sunshine.

 It made you all warm and happy, you'd give anything to be the reason for that smile forever.  "Well, It was nice talking to you-" You felt something crawl on your leg looking down you see a spider. "OH HELL NO!!!" you yell and brush the spider off in a panic. "I'm not being spider food today Mr. Spidey!" Peter laughs "Spiders really don't bite humans very often Y/N so you wouldn't be spider food."  You look at Peter with a what the fuck face. "What are you a Spider-Dweeb?" Peter laughed awkwardly.

  "No? I just really like spiders." You nodded. "Well guess I'm calling you Spider-Boi or Spider-Dweeb from now on" You giggled and Peter sighs with a small smile. "Call me whatever you want princess" He laughed a bit, as soon as the word princess left his lips you became a blushing mess. "Princess? Why did you call me princess?" Peter smiled at you noticing your blushing face, but just assumed you were hot in your Spider-Man hoodie...WAIT! WHAT?! Spider-Man hoodie?! They don't even make those, he blushed and wondered if you made that yourself.

"Y-yeah I mean if you're calling me a nickname I might as well give you one right?"  You nodded understanding but that didn't make it less embarrassing. "Anyway, did you make that hoodie yourself?" He asked. "Oh.This?" You pulled at the hoodie. "Yeah I made it!" You smiled happily "I'm a huge fan of Spider-Man and I tried to find hoodies at the mall but they didn't have one, so I made my own!" "That's so awesome!" Peter had a huge smile on his face that just screams joy. "I bet if Spider-Man saw you he'd be really happy, especially to have a supporter like you" You sheepishly nodded. "Yeah". "Y/N dinner is ready!" You're mom walked over after she put the food on the dining room table.

"Who's this young man?" You blushed putting your hands into your hoodie pocket. "This is Peter, mom I go to school with him." Your mom saw how you got embarrassed and smiled; you only ever put your hands in pockets when embarrassed. "Okay sweetie, well you finish up talking to him, then go wash up and eat. Okay?" You nodded as your mom walked off to the table. Your attention back on Peter, who had his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well I'll talk to you tomorrow at school." He looked at you for any signs that you were okay with that. "Y-yeah! Maybe we could walk to school together too? That is if you want to." You spoke a little to eggerly, you hoped you didn't sound desperate. Peter seemed to relax. "That sounds great!" "Really?" Peter nodded. "Yeah! I'll walk to school with you tomorrow!" You looked at him and gave a small shy smile, as he turned walking away to the elevator.

You shut the door to the apartment. "Peter's walking with me to school tomorrow!" You told your mom happily as you walked to the table, she just smiled in return. Now you were definitely going to enjoy living here.

How you found out about him being Spider-Man.

You and Peter were supposed to hangout after school, so you were in his bed room waiting for him. It's been a few minutes of so of you sitting on his bed. When you hear his window open and see Spider-Man crawl in. You keep quiet in surprise, cause your a  big fan and you were having a fangirl moment. You watched Spider-Man crawl on the wall up to the ceiling.

He slowly crawled and shut the door a bit before jumping off the ceiling, taking his mask off. "P-Peter?! You're Spider-Man!?" You whisper yelled at the boy. He whipped his head around at you and blushed but also panicked. "N-no! This is just a costume see." He deactivated the suit. "I saw you climb the wall and ceiling Peter, I'm not blind!" You pointed out, as the brunette sighs in surrender. "Yeah, I'm Spider-Man." You smiled and hugged him "That's awesome Peter!" He blushed and hugged you back.

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[blu3b3rry-bl4st]

I thinka. Good example while small is a perfect example of what I'm talking about when I say this shit. It's small but it's really says alot about the way y'all think. So you ask me where I want to go in holland for six months and the only thing I say I want to do is go to van gho museum. For six months y'all ask me. Different people. And it's the only thing on my list. I say I'll get tickets and thus and that and all the answer I get is we've been there and we'll see. I bring my fuckin yellow hoodie and everything and even at the airport I get asked and all I say is vangho museum. Oh well guess what we needed to reserve tickets which y'all probably knew cause you went last time. And then be like well you could do Rembrandt and when Im not over the moon about it but still said I'd be down and I'll go we move on. And I love Rembrandt too, but I love van Gogh. Your thinking wow so we couldn't go to van Gogh so what's wrong with brand thinking I'm entitled or greedy. But it's all I wanted to do. It's all I said I wanted to do for six fucking months. Why tf am I out of place for being a little annoyed that we hadn't got tickets. It's such a bother to y'all cause.you experienced it you don't even give a shit it's.ky first.time. But what do I do in return, I let aunty Jackie pick what restaurant for supper even though I also hadn't had.chilis, I let y'all pick your seats, pick your bed, do all the shit under the sun but y'all wanna comment cause I wasn't thrilled we didn't go to van Gogh. And I want you to use that example when your sitting there thinking why he be like that now. You bitch that's why