#tom holland short story

[voguescapes]

love ya | t. holland

about. post leading up to yours and toms engagement

warnings. has one comment that refers sex lmk if i missed something

pairings. tom holland x fem!reader

fc. ariana grande

based off this ask

tomholland2013

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tomholland2013 messy buns :)

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y/nfan32 i aspire to look like this when my hair is a mess 😫

tommyfan93 wait since when were they dating

y/nandtom4eva y/n has the cutest lil pout ever 🥺

y/i/n stop delete this ☹️

tomholland2013 sorry love but these are really adorable pictures and i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it!

tomhfan87 tom being active? nah this is a dream

timmyfanpage timothee liking this post is my way of knowing he’s still alive 🙏🏽🙏🏽

zendaya #makehimsleeponthecouch

y/i/n @tomholland2013 you’re sleeping on the couch tonight :)

harryholland64 finally there’s a barrier between you two rabbits 🙄

tomsnextgf tom can do better but okay 😌

y/i/n

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y/i/n gn

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courtneychipolne second photo 🥺🫶

zendaya angel captured on camera

nikkihollandphotography glad to be your mother in law ❤️

samholland1999 how did tom land you

harrystyles love you both

y/i/n added to their story!

enews

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enews Y/F/N posted a picture on her Instagram story saying ‘love ya’ while her tatted right hand gives fans a glimpse of her stunning diamond engagement ring—and folks, it's absolutely breathtaking. The rock features a slanted oval cut diamond and white pearl on a seemingly white gold setting. (📸: y/i/n on Instagram)

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y/nfan37 i think that we were all able to see it on her story 😐

enews just doing my job 🙃

tom1y/n *doesn’t even bring up the significance of the pearl*

y/nloverr “wearing a ring but ain’t gon be no mrs” 🤔

iihearty/n her tattoos are fading :(

tomswife guess i’ll change my username… 😓

tessafanpage well ladies we really don’t stand a chance

inlovewithyou2 let’s be honest. we NEVER stood a chance with y/n in the picture

#arianator #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x singer!reader #marriage #instagram story #instagram #scenarios #short fiction #tom holland #timothee chalamet #txt smau #famous #afab reader #reader insert #x yn #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x actress!reader

[siennafrxst]

↳ a snowy night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: peter parker x female reader

word count: 0.6k words

cw: fluff, slight angst(?)

a/n: again, as I’ve said previously, this fanfic works with any of the peters (tobey, andrew, or tom) so feel free to choose whichever you want to imagine this story with.

Peter and Y/N are strolling along the path on a cold December night. The frigid atmosphere embrace them soothingly as a gush of cold wind hits them. Snowflakes fall unto their rosy cheeks along with the calming silence being filled by their snowy footsteps. They were heading back home after their fun day spent together... as friends.

"Hey, thanks for today. I had a lot of fun."

Y/N turns towards Peter, grinning at those words. "No problem, I did too."

Peter returns a similar smile as they continue to walk closer to their destination.

"I'm curious—what was your favorite part of today?"

He turns his head towards her, recalling the events of today. "Hmm... definitely eating dinner. God, the steak was heavenly."

Y/N raises an eyebrow at him accusingly. "Oh, really? I thought you'd say that it was when we played in the arcade, but if you say so."

"Excuse me?"

"What? I saw how thrilled you were every time you managed to score a point in the basketball game."

Peter sighes in defeat. "Alright, fine. But you definitely enjoyed it much more than I did. You took soooo long at the karaoke station."

She scoffs at him in disbelief. "Need I remind you that you enjoyed it as much as I did. You sang your heart out in every single song and you cannot tell me otherwise."

Rolling his eyes, he sighes exasperatingly once more. "Fine, let's just both agree that karaoke was the highlight of our day. Deal?"

She chuckles softly as she nods at his question. "Deal."

They continue to walk their way towards home, both content yet exhausted from their little date today. But unlike most days, this particular one felt... different. And they both knew it. The tension seemed more intimate. The way their eyes connected was an unexplainable euphoria. The way they acted around each other was... new. It was refreshing for either of them.

Similar thoughts were trailing through Y/N’s head, and she decided to act upon it. She suddenly stops in their tracks, catching Peter off-guard.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

Her eyes darted across his coffee-colored ones. Goddamn, since when were they so stunning? Unsure with what was going on with her, she lets herself get lost in his eyes, seeming as though they were calling out to her like an infinite abyss.

"Hey, you good over there?"

Snapping out of that 'unusual trance', she blinks multiple times in an attempt to bring herself back to reality. "Sorry, I just... sorry. Look, I think I need to tell you something."

Peter freezes. Was she going to say what he think she's going to? No, don't be ridiculous, this is just a small crush. It'll pass over time. Besides, what if he loses one of his only friends over a stupid gamble?

"What is it?"

"Do you notice the same things I do? The same feelings I've... gained?"

"You're going to have to explain a lot more than that," he says, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about.

She should've realized that the next words to fall out of her mouth may have been a ruthless mistake. "Cut the bullshit. Our relationship has changed over the past few weeks and you know it. I know it. Goddamnit, Pete, we’ve known each other for so long and yet these past few days have been messing with my head. Why can't we just-"

Cutting her off, he suddenly leaned in and attached their lips, causing her to gasp. As she loosened at his touch, she allowed herself to melt into him. It was almost as though their lips connected together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece. Her delicate hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping onto them as though it was their last day.

fun fact: this was originally a bucky x reader fanfic, but I noticed that my peter fics were gaining more attention so I just replaced their names. 😭

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated.

#peter parker #peter parker tom holland #peter parker ff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem #peter parker marvel #peter parker x you #fanfiction #fanfic #ff #oneshot #one shot #story #short story #marvel #mcu #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #peter parker x female reader #fluff #tasm peter #mine #peter parker fluff

[betzabobababi]

One Day

Parings: Tom Holland x Reader

Hi Hi! This is something short, kinda have writers block so I'm slowly trying to get myself into the habit of writing again to see if that helps. Anyways, please don't hesitate to reblog, like, or comment. Love yall's hope you enjoy. Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

Straight Fluff (correct me if I'm wrong)

Summary: Small conversation After Tom's movie premier

Warnings: none I believe

AUTHORS POV

It had been a long day for Tom and y/n. After going to the premier of Spiderman: No Way Home, they decided to order some food and head back to their hotel.

You were sitting on the couch after taking a shower after Tom. Both of you decided to watch a movie and around half an hour into it, Tom started crying. You were concerned and instantly asked him if he was ok and if something was wrong.

He just turned to you and smiled. He said "I was just thinking about everything that you have done for me in the past 2 years. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you y/n y/l/n"

In an instant you just smiled and started to tear up. Speechless you responded with, "Aw Tommy! I love you too! You have done so much for me from the moment I met you." With that both of you resumed watching the movie.

After the movie ended you went to put the popcorn bowl into the sink. When you went back to the living room you saw that Tom was no longer sitting on the sofa. You went looking for him in your bedroom and found him peacefully sleeping on the bed.

Quietly you creeped to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Tom heard the noice and slowly woke up. "Oh sorry baby I didn't mean to wake you" you said in a voice soft enough so it wouldn't completely wake him. Tom responded by saying "Its ok sweetheart, I had a dream. It was the day of our wedding. And we were the happiest we had ever been" Speechless for the second time that night you just smiled and cuddled up next to his warm figure.

Tom slowly reached over grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips. He softly gave your hand a kiss and whispered to you, "One day I'll put a ring on your finger." "And one day I'll make you the happiest person in the universe."

#Tom holland #tommy #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #No Way Home #short story #writers block #enjoy!

[justadreamer08]

Love Spiderman, Love Me

Pairing: tom holland!peter parker x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 800 words (way less than I wanted)

Author's note: I haven't written anything in forever and this didn't really come out as long as I wanted it to, but I don't want to stretch it so....Enjoy?

Masterlist

You lived in the bustling city of New York. You'd always been an interesting person, full of kindness and curiosity, who had a heart that was open to love. Since you were young, felt a deep connection to the city, its people, and the everyday heroes who walked its streets. Your mother loved about him. You'd just been you and your dad. You guys lost your mom to bone cancer when you were in the 6th grade. You and your father had each other, and got through the hard times. The two of you grew closer through spending time, and your loves for science. You'd always been good at it, and he was just a huge geek. One of the things your quick reflexes and sharp wit to confront the criminals.

One sunny afternoon, as you strolled through Central Park, you found yourself witnessing a crime in progress. A group of thieves had cornered an innocent civilian, and the situation seemed dire. Without a second thought and maybe some misplaced confidence, you sprang into action, using your quick reflexes and sharp wit to confront the criminals.

Unbeknownst to you, your act of heroism caught the attention of a familiar web-slinging figure nearby. It was none other than Spider-Man, the friendly neighborhood superhero. As Spider-Man swung into action, you found yourselves fighting side by side, your skills complementing each other perfectly.

Throughout the exhilarating battle, Alex and Spider-Man formed an unspoken bond, their movements synchronized as if you had been partners for years. The connection between you was undeniable, a mutual understanding that went beyond words.

After successfully apprehending the criminals, Spider-Man approached you and isolated the two of you, removing his mask to reveal the charming face of Peter Parker. You'd seen him around school, but never really talked to him much aside from conversations in your shared classes. He wasn't a bad looking guy, his brown curly hair appeared soft to the touch, landing slightly above his eyebrows having been ruffled by him removing his mask, his eyes wide and a deep brown, and his face soft but structured. He's actually pretty cute... His eyes sparkled with admiration as he looked at you, recognizing your bravery and unique spirit.

"Thank you for your help back there," Spider-Man said, his voice carrying a blend of gratitude and curiosity. "I haven't seen someone with your skills in a long time. What's your name?"

You smiled warmly, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort in Spider-Man's presence. "I'm (r/n)," you replied. "And it was an honor to fight alongside you, Spider-Man."

"Peter..." he spoke, "I'm Peter." He hastily said, offering his hand to shake with a small smile.

As days turned into weeks, you and Peter found yourselves drawn to each other, spending more and more time together. Peter was captivated by your courage and unwavering sense of justice, while you admired Peter's dedication to protecting the city he loved. Your conversations were filled with laughter, shared dreams, and heartfelt moments.

You would often meet on rooftops, away from the prying eyes of the world, where you could be your true selves. You would share your hopes and fears, while Peter would confide in you about the challenges he faced as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker.

With each passing day, your connection deepened, evolving into something more profound. It wasn't just the shared experiences of crime-fighting that brought them closer but the unspoken understanding and support you offered one another.

One evening, as they watched the sun set over the city skyline, you turned to Peter, your heart beating with vulnerability. "Peter, I have something to tell you," they said softly. "I've fallen in love with you. Not just the hero behind the mask but the person beneath it."

Peter's eyes widened with surprise, and then a gentle smile curved his lips. "(R/N), I've been feeling the same way," he confessed, reaching out to take your hand in his. "You're an extraordinary individual, and being with you has brought joy and purpose to my life."

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them basking in the glow of their newfound love. You and Peter embraced, their hearts intertwining like the threads of a spider's web, creating a love story that transcended the boundaries of superheros and stories

Together, you would continue to fight for justice, using your unique abilities to protect the innocent and make the world a better place. And as you swung through the city, in Peter's arms, You and Peter knew that your love was an extraordinary force—one that would inspire and change lives, both on and off the pages of your own story.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #short story #shortandsweet #i’m bored #i procrastinate a lot #this is so random #spider man

[sugarstark]

“And doth a winter’s dawn shine as dull as days where thou art gone away?”

“It is not for sake of thy worldly spirit that methinks thou art not truthful, but for how thy love is thicker than blood is wet.”

#long story short i have to do a twelth night monologue for my college auditions #starker #peter parker #tony stark #tom holland #tony stark x peter parker #starker moodboard #tony stark/peter parker #my moodboards #tony x peter

[pksaini]

मृत गऊ को जीवित करना*

सिकंदर लोधी ने एक गर्भवती गाय को तलवार से काट दिया जिससे माँ, बेटे के चार टुकड़े हो गए और सिकंदर लोधी राजा ने कहा कि कबीर, यदि तू खुदा है तो इस गऊ को जीवित कर दे अन्यथा तेरा सिर भी कलम कर दिया जाएगा। परमेश्वर कबीर ने एक बार हाथ गऊ के दोनों टुकड़ों को तथा दूसरी बार उसके बच्चे के टुकड़ों को लगाया। उसी समय दोनों माँ-बेटा जीवित हो गए और कहा -

गऊ अपनी अम्मा है, इस पर छुरी न बाह।

गरीबदास घी दूध को, सब ही आत्म खाय।।

चुटकी तारी थाप दे, गऊ जिवाई बेगि।

गरीबदास दूझन लगी, दूध भरी है देग।।

#gainwithbaghie #baghieworld #gainwithcarlz #100likes #chuvadelikes #asian lives matter #writers on tumblr #short story #khux #tom holland

[deadsetobsessions]

Listen, I know it’s not my usual thing, but I just re-read Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (iconic, so good, incredible, I’ve reread this at least ten times) and this newer work, Help Me, I Don’t Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat (it’s off to a really good and fleshed out, very long start- it’s like 20k for the first chapter omg).

I just. Love?? Them??? They’re both, urg, so good. The writing style, the way the story moves, the natural progression of plot and their usage of tropes are so well done that rarely does it feel awkward. Amazing. Anyways, they inspired me to put my two cents into the proverbial offering hat and while this might not ever be a realized fanfic, here it is? This will have multiple parts.

Uh, I’m basing Peter’s personality off of the really tired millennial energy Tobey Maguire gives, the awkward but well meaning disaster vibes of Andrew Garfield, and the sassy acrobatic chaos gremlin of Tom Holland. All kind of mushed together with the hyper competence and maturity of both the PS4 spidey and pretty much most spider people. He’s 22, or something but that doesn’t really matter?? Background doesn’t really matter because I’m basically making my own spider-verse. Spider… past? Eh. New Peter!

Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2]

——

Spider-Man swung through the skyscrapers of his city, enjoying the winds and sounds of New York as he kept a sharp eye out for crime.

He remembered doing this without any of the fancy tech his suit had now, when he was dressed in less protective clothing. God, 100% cotton while crime fighting? The spandex was better but god ugly.

His spider-sense blared. Spider-man quickly shot a web to the top of the building, going towards the danger instead of away from it.

He goes in feet first, years of knocking common thugs to legitimate gods to the ground making short work of the people on the roof top. He flips out of the way, dodging a blast of crackling green energy.

“Heyyyy, common robbers! What’s up with shiny lasers, huh? Breaking and entering not doing enough for ya?”

Spider-Man dodges a couple more shots, flipping again to knee a guy in the face, gently. The man goes down in one shot.

“Stay still, you motherfucker!”

“Does that actually work for you guys?? Like I’m down to get killed but, man, I’m not gonna stay still to get downed by some two bit thugs?” Spider-Man kept his words light and mocking, webbing up a laser gun and yanking it out of the woman’s hands. He punches her in the face and knocks her out, using the laser gun like a mildly bulky baton.

“Eat shit, Spider-bitch!”

“Ouch! Oh no, my feelings! You’ve hurt them!” Spider-Man shoots a web at the lady who’d shouted and yanked, before smacking her straight down to the concrete of the rooftop. His hearing picked up two people coming up the stairway and Spider-Man tossed two web bombs, the metal mechanism attached itself to the wall, waiting for their unknowing victims.

Spider-Man ducked and weaved, downing goons as they piled on him while shooting bullets, lasers, and just charging at him with a bat or a crowbar. After eight years of pretty much this exact thing, Spider-Man had gotten the science of breaking up goon dog piles without hurting them too much to an exact measurement. He quipped at them until they got annoyed, which made them sloppy. Spider-Man sighed as another guy came at him with a crow bar and a gun that he was pretty sure was still stuck on safety. He crouched, kicking out their legs and dodging a swipe of a bat where his ribs would have been and webbed the guy to the floor. Yeah, he’ll wrap this up and end patrol. Maybe he still had Mac n’ Cheese at home, or he could stop by Angelo’s for a sub?

Huh. His options for dinner was limited.

“Take this!”

Even without the forewarning of his spidey-sense, Spider-Man would have ducked out of the way regardless.

“Shouting your sneak attacks isn’t actually all that sneaky, you know!” Spider-Man kept his voice cheery and mocking.

“Get him!”

God, why were there so many people trying to break into an insurance company? This definitely doesn’t smell like a regular B&E. With the shit he’s seen in New York, if it smells like a plot, acts like a plot, then it’s probably a villain with a tragic backstory with big, annoying plans.

Great.

Oh, speak of the devil!

“Spider-Man.” His senses blared.

He couldn’t move out of the way fast enough, not without risking the life of the goon he was currently fighting, so Spider-Man took the blast the punched the breath out of his lungs. The wide eyes of the goon made up for some of the pain.

“Ugh!” Spider-Man slammed into an HVAC, denting the metal. His suit, made special polymer blend from Wakanda that he saved for months to get, absorbed some of the shock. Shit, he hoped it didn’t tear. It would be a bitch and a half to dip into the back up stock he had in his hammer space.

The goons left standing quickly rushed him and held him down to face the new boss.

“You’ve been getting on my nerves, Spider.”

“Yeah,” Spider-Man coughed out, letting the two goons think they could hold him down on his knees as he recovered his breath. “I have that effect on people.”

“But you could be an asset, if you’d join me?”

“Uh, I don’t join or sign things without knowing what I’m joining or signing, my guy. My lawyer said so.”

The villain paused, helmeted head cocking to the side.

“You have a lawyer?”

“Yeah. Kind of? He does pro-bono work for the helpless cases. You know, like, a well meaning, crime fighting vigilante?”

“…Does he do cases against insurance companies?”

“Oh man, you too? Dude, this place sucks,” Spider-Man sighed.

“You’ve had trouble too? Then you must see why I’m doing this!”

This was a bit weird, but if there’s anything that brings people together, it’d be corrupt insurance companies. He’s almost tempted to let them break in, just to be extra petty.

“Nah, my neighbor? Sweet old lady. They’re screwing her out of her entire place. I totally get it, man. Hey, if you need a referral, you can tell my lawyer that Spider sent you. He’s real good.”

“How good?” The goons release him and Spider-Man stood up, stretching his limbs.

“Like, Dare Devil good.”

“You know Matt Murdock??”

“Sure do.”

“He… he’ll take on our cases?”

“Dang, all of you?”

“Yes. We can pool enough money to pay him for one or two.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he’ll take you guys on for free. But it wouldn’t hurt if you all went to meet him, just so he can decide which one of you has a higher chance to win in court?”

“We will. Uh.” The villain paused sheepishly. Well, not a villain, more like an unfortunately angry and poor decision making citizen. “Sorry about… you know, the blast.”

“It’s cool. I mean,” Spider-Man gestured to the rooftop, the bodies of unconscious people kind of laying around where he knocked them down. “You guys might wanna check on them, yeah? I’ll let you go for now, but if you commit a B&E again, I’ll leave you webbed up for GCPD to find.”

“Got it. Sorry.”

Feeling good about himself, and plotting corporate espionage, Spider-Man went to help pry some people from his webs.

And of course, because Parker Luck kicks in only when Spider-Man felt like life was looking up for himself, Spider-Man’s senses blared once more as he knelt down to pull at some webbing.

“Oh, shit!” He heard, right before a cold blast of something slammed right into his head, knocking him out.

And Spider-Man

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——

Larry looked at the the empty space where Spider-Man, the guy who took a hit from his boss’ blaster so he wouldn’t get hurt, used to be.

He twisted.

“Boss, what the fuck?!”

“Shit! That was accident!” Boss pulled herself up from the concrete, where she just ate dirt.

“Where did he go?”

“I don’t know, Larry! That was the experimental warped mode! Crap!” His boss scrambled with the controls, desperately trying to see if the magic gun her magician friend had handed her years ago had a reverse button. It didn’t.

“Why would you bring a test weapon into the field?!”

“I gave you all of my other ones!” She threw up her hands. “Fuck, I feel so bad.”

Larry paled. “Dude, Dare Devil’s gonna kill us.”

“He doesn’t kill!” His boss hesitated. “I think.”

Larry pointed to the empty space. “Yeah? He might start with us. Spidey was a cool guy and you just disappeared him!”

“I know!”

Larry buried his head into his hands and tried not to hate himself for the entire situation.

——

Spider-man woke up, laid flat on the grimy ground of an alleyway.

“Ugh. Just my luck.” He kept his eyes closed for just a beat longer to allow himself time before having to pull his shit together. Why was his voice high? And a bit squeaky? He pulled himself together.

“Okay.” He whispered to himself, before sitting up and taking stock of the situation.

First thing that hit him was that it stunk to high heavens. Gagging, Spider-Man looked to the right and- yeah, that’ll do it. He stood up on wobbly legs to try to move away from the overflowing dumpster.

That’s when the second, more important and decidedly more troublesome, observation hit him.

He’s short. Shorter. And his suit was hanging off of him.

He could tell he still had his normal by now physiology, with the speeding heartbeat and the feeling of super strength. But he’s shorter. With a mounting sense of equal parts dread and resignation, he pulled at the hidden seam by his nape, relying on his both his enhanced senses and spidey-sense to tell if anyone was nearby or looking at him. He pulled the Spider-Man suit off, blankly folding it neatly as he stared dumbly at his hands. They’re small too. Shit. He stumbled to a nearby mud puddle and stared down, seeing his younger face in the contaminated water. Double shit.

He’s starting to loose his composure. He’d gone through a lot of bizarre things over the last eight years. But getting accidentally Detective Conan’ed by a person he just helped was a new low.

The black under layer of his suit, a slash proof and fire resistant polymer Peter had designed himself in MIT’s lab, was in a similar state.

With one hand, Peter Parker numbly rolled up his sleeves and pant hems. Great. Okay. Now what?

Ah. Shoes. He did not want to walk around in his too-big Spider-Man boots. He looked around. Well, there’s the laces of what looked to be like a pair of dumpster shoes. “Yeah, no.”

Shit. Does he still have access to his hammer space?

Peter reached into his pocket, and tried to reach for a pair of normal sneakers. His shoulder slumped as he produced a pair. Fuck yes. He still has access! And shoes! They’re ones he took off of a power line for a well off kid who didn’t want it anymore. He was going to donate them to F. E. A. S. T. but he’s thanking the stars he procrastinated a bit on swinging by the center. He put them on. They’re a bit big, but it’s better than the giant-in-comparison ones he normally wears. You know, as an adult.

He hesitated with his mask. He should at least figure out where he is. He hoped it was still in the states. His mask blinked, the HUD in his lenses informing him that it was trying to find a connection. “That’s weird.” He paused, grimacing at the sound of his voice. But it is weird, because he had his mask automatically connected to the world wide satellites Tony Stark had sent circling the globe for citizens without internet access as a back up option. So either he was somewhere even the Stark Satellites couldn’t reach or…

Peter swallowed, his mask pinging as it found a connection to piggy back on. He clicked his tongue twice to activate the voice controls.

“Connect to the local maps. Where am I?”

His masked followed the order. [Gotham. New Jersey.]

Peter stared at the words, gut churning.

Good news, he was still in the States. Bad news? He’s shrunk, in a totally different state, and possibly in a different world because he’s not connected to the Stark Satellites he knew operated in New Jersey.

Peter Parker tilted his head back and allowed himself one verbal, panic level six and up, curse word.

“Fuck.”

He took off his mask and leaned against a slightly cleaner part of the wall before hyperventilating.

——

Half an hour later, Peter smacked himself on the cheeks and pulled himself together.

“You’re Spider-Man,” he hissed to himself. “Have a mental breakdown somewhere warm, you dumbass.”

Peter Parker was a champion, world class expert at compartmentalization.

He slipped his mask back on, and pulled up his “So You’re Stuck in an Alternate Universe” list he had made with Ned so many years ago when they were high school kids and going through comic books to make contingencies because Peter was a little idiot vigilante hero.

“I didn’t think I’d actually ever need this kind of thing.” Peter muttered. He slipped his black back up gloves on to connect to his mask’s display in order to type.

“Okay,” he glanced at the side by side screens in his lenses. “Money.”

Five things.

1) The emergency cash he’d stashed on him thankfull matched the pictures of cash he’d found on this world’s internet. Yay!

2) He had $1000 tucked away. Not yay. Not if this might be a long term stay before he got back to his own dimension. Not if he wanted a place to sleep.

3) Luckily, thanks to his earlier search of where the hell he was, Peter figured out that due to the high crime rates- “Dang, that’s worse than New York on New Year’s Eve,” he had marveled- Gotham was dirt cheap and that that meant 1k dollars could actually last him a while and he could afford a room for a month on $250. A whole ass apartment for $550. Peter seriously considered staying in this universe just for the rent prices. So what if there’s rampant crimes? He’d deal with it if the rent was that cheap.

4) Problem? He’s fucking tiny. Who would rent to a person that looked like child? Not anyone upstanding, that’s for sure. He’s more likely to get mugged. Counterpoint: he’s in a city where apparently shady people are all around. Also? He doesn’t have an identity.

5) If the fact that he couldn’t connect to the Stark Satellites didn’t convince him he was either in another universe or an alternate dimension, the visual graphics of the websites he visited would. It was like looking at Windows in the early way before Stark Co. bought them out and improved the design. Nauseating.

Okay, so, money’s not too urgent of an issue. Next on Ned’s list: Places of Interest.

Namely, libraries, homeless shelters, crime hotspots, and the like.

Peter snorted when he came across an opinions article talking about how Park Row became Crime Alley. And then he frowned, because that story was not painting this place to be even remotely nice. Then again, considering the crime rates and the various Rogues this place seemed to have in spades, that wasn’t much of a surprise. Peter marks the place in his new mental map of Gotham as a potential area he could either disappear to or get a new identity at. He then marked the libraries, Gotham City Public Library and its many branches all funded by generous donations from a Bruce Wayne, the Martha Wayne foundations’ shelters and charities, two supermarkets near the library, and a coffee shop he thought looked warm and cozy from the shitty pictures they have uploaded online. He needed coffee, dammit, and he needed it hours ago. Alas, he probably wouldn’t get to go to one until he secured his finances.

Well, it’s not like he doesn’t have practice being poor.

3) Which brings him up to Ned’s next, surprisingly reasonable for a teenager hoped up on a mountain load of sugar, point. Level of Tech.

Peter hid next to the dumpster, melding in with the shadows, as he continued his research.

Tech here was… well, he probably wouldn’t have to worry. The thought of not having a Starkphone, even his older model, was painful considering the new versions of these WaynePhones were really… behind. Peter doesn’t remember the last time he had buttons on his phone or let alone a touch screen that didn’t use facial tracking and biometrics or even have a holographic display mode.

“Ugh. Okay. Not the end of the world, Parker.” Peter muttered.

Now… People of Interest.

This was underlined three times with Ned’s red pens, with extensive subcategories.

Subcategory A? Villains, because “what if they put out a warning for a known villain and you get your butt kicked because you didn’t know about them, Peter? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?”

He had replied, half focused on the list and the other on savoring the Millennium Falcon Lego set May had saved up for months to get him for his birthday, “I feel like if I was getting my butt kicked by a villain, I’d probably have better things to worry about than my utter humiliation, Ned.”

“True that,” Ned had snicked and jotted it down anyways.

And… well, Gotham had a lot of villains. The Joker (ew, that’s a crusty man in crustier face paint. This guy could learn so much from the cool mimes busking in Central Park. Like, how to do face paint. Or how not to be a massive murderous jerk. There’s Clayface, Two-Face, a bald guy in “Metropolis” (a name Peter couldn’t help but snort at because a city named city? That’s like na’an bread being bread bread. Or chai tea being tea tea) named Lex Luthor, and Scarecrow. He tabbed all of them and marked them for further perusal at a later date. From experience, he knew villains with a prominent M.O. and themes usually did more damage. Case in point: Rhino, and the million dollars of property damage the guy did everytime he escaped the Raft. Peter was seriously considering petitioning for the Raft to be placed further out just so he could have more warning the next time some assholes decided to free the prisoners and helped them escape.

He narrowed his eyes at the screen, his mask’s lenses following the movement. He’ll have to pick up a gas mask. Apparently bio-weapons are just a regular thing here and he really didn’t want to get dosed with this “fear toxin.” It’d be dangerous for everyone involved. Maybe if he gets his hands on a sample, he could build up tolerance and see how his immune system and metabolic rates affected the normal progression of the toxin. Ah, off topic. He’s gotta focus.

Subcategory B: Local celebrities.

“Why would I need to know local celebrities?” He’d asked.

“If someone came up to you and asked “Who’s Tony Stark?”, wouldn’t you clock that as super weird? You gotta blend in, Peter. Plus, you gotta keep up with the pop culture, dude. It’s important.”

“You just want alternate universe memes,” Peter grinned.

“That too. If you ever go to an alternate universe and come back, you’d better bring me a truckload of memes or I’ll never forgive you.”

Yeah. So. Wayne? Super important. Like Tony Stark levels of important. He found threads about them and the local vigilantes and their charity works. Peter’s brain instantly catalogued the info, all but memorizing the deluge of pictures he found of Bruce Wayne and his kids. Maybe the man had an adoption problem? Conspiracy threads and memes popped up alongside his research. He tabbed one on secret societies, because as Spiderman, he had fought a disturbing amount of secret societies that, on hindsight, had been theorized about on threads he’s read on his free time. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, a conspiracy theorist could be right. Peter’s not about to dismiss that. He also saved like thirty different memes to send to Ned when he got back. If he got back.

Peter smacked that thought away. He’ll get back to his city or die trying.

Subcategory C, underlined and starred: Other Superheroes and Vigilantes.

Yeah, Peter’s excited about this one too. After Matt stopped being Dare Devil (but did he actually ever stop?) and Wade dipping in and out of NY, Peter’s gotten lonely as Spider-Man. He missed training with them. Of course, the fantastic four were still operating, but he doesn’t actually interact with them or the Avengers at all. Miles hasn’t been cleared (by his mom) to go out as Spiderman with near as many hours as Peter cleared a night. Peter stood behind that because he remembered how horrible it was to work as Spiderman and try to balance school on top of it. Also, he was terrified of Mrs. Morales and would never endanger her son more than he already does. He did wave to Black Widow from a rooftop once, spider to spider, and that was pretty much the coolest moment of his life.

So. Uh. The amount of vigilantes and heroes in this world? Amazing. In Gotham? There’s like, a whole team of them.

Batman, Nightwing (who, Username: Draken Draken had theorized, was the first iteration of Batman’s sidekick Robin), Red Hood, Black Canary, Huntress, Red Robin, Spoiler, the “day vigilante” Signal, the current Robin, and whispers of a “Black Bat.”

And their unfortunate “No Meta” rule with the singular exception of Signal. Peter figured their term of Meta was essentially the same thing as his world’s mutants. He’s not sure which term he liked more. Eh, he’ll worry about that later.

And there’s a Justice League! Which, to Peter, is just a bigger Avengers. There’s aliens on this world too. Superman. Martian Manhunter.

Peter grinned from his place crouched next to the dumpster. Yeah, this is awesome. He quickly memorized everything he could find, cross referencing posts and picking out the nuggets of truth or at least popular truth from the posts he viewed. Like, Red Hood operated in Crime Alley and was a crime boss with morals. Cool.

He’ll go down the spiral later. He mentally thanked Ned who was the best guy in the chair a teenage vigilante could ask for. He should really text his friend when he got back.

For now, he’ll head to the library and see if he could use their computers. He might need a card though… Peter quickly pulled up the search engine and found an Internet cafe. Ah, 24 hour internet cafes, the savior of his college days. There first, and then library, Peter decided. He memorized the instructions and pulled his mask off, tucking it away in the hammer space.

He walked out the alley and turned left, only to double take at his reflection in a shop window that was partially boarded up. Holy shit, he’s a baby. He’s like. 10!

Oh my god.

Peter twitched, tearing himself away from the window before the shop owner decided he was less curious and more potential mugger before promptly remembering that he looked less of a threat than ever. Mixed feelings.

Peter hurried his way to the internet cafe, paying the guy at the front a little extra so he’d ignore the obvious minor without a guardian thing Peter hasn’t gotten used to. Ugh. That was going to be annoying. He only paid for two hours and pulled up as many listings for a room as possible. By the end of it, he came out with $1 worth of fliers printed out and having funneled some billionaire’s offshore accounts into a new bank account he’d made by hacking into the bank servers. Does he feel bad about stealing? Yeah. But Peter’s a vigilante. He’s done worse than nabbing a monthly sum of a couple of hundreds from Lex Luthor’s off shore accounts. He’s not gonna get caught, and considering the guy’s rants on meta humans, Peter’s not feeling particularly guilty about it. He’ll do something good later to make up for it. Once he gets his footholds and can prepare his way back, he’ll even return to the rest of the money. Probably.

Peter left the cafe with his sheaf of flyers, stopping by an informational stand with free tourist maps and plucked one quickly from its plastic holder. He’ll pick something up from the food vendors on his way to the apartments. Peter began walking, taking in the sights of the gargoyles and-

“Nope!” He caught the wrist of a pickpocket. It’s a kid and he immediately felt bad.

“Lemme go. I ain’t done nothing to ya, ya Yorker tourist.”

“Okay,” Peter shrugged. “Don’t get caught the next time?”

The kid gaped at him. “Shi’, you must be really good at it. I’ve never been caught before.”

Peter wisely refrained from telling the kid it was due to his spidey-sense. He let go of the kid’s wrist and let a bit more of his accent out. “Why’d you need money anyways?”

“Food, duh.”

“Dude, I’m starving. Tell you what. You show me the best sub shop nearby and I’ll pay for your food. Deal?”

The kid stared at him, wide eyed. “You’re fuckin’ nuts. Why’re you being nice?”

“I’m hungry? Do we have a deal, kid?”

“… Fuck it. Fine. And don’t call me kid, shrimp. You’re like what, eight?”

Oh. Yeah. Peter’s a kid now. He shrugged.

“I’m older than you. I’m twelve.”

Peter blinked, frowning at how thin the kid’s wrists were.

“I’m Peter!”

“… Frank.”

He let Frank lead the way. Stranger danger doesn’t apply to him, he’s a grown ass man. In the body of a ten year old him, but still. A couple of minutes, four sandwiches and a load of chips later, Frank was watching wide eyed as he demolished three four dollar subs.

“Holy shit. Where are you packing that away? You’re a stick!”

Peter took a big bite of the sandwich as an answer. Frank looked down at his meal.

“Uh. Hey.”

Peter made a muffled noise of question, mouth stuffed full of steak and cheese.

“Sorry about. Uh. Trynna nick from ya.”

Peter chewed faster.

Frank continued, looking like he hated himself. “I wouldn’t… normally steal from shrimps like you but I was desperate and… really hungry, so. My bad.”

Peter finished chewing. “All good, dude. Eat your sandwich.”

Peter had the sudden urge to adopt Frank. Unlike Wayne, he’s not a billionaire, so he smacked that urge down. He could use a friend though. Now… how to be friends with a literal child!

“If you feel that bad about it, you could… be my friend?”

Peter took in the wide eyed gaze from the twelve year old in front of him. Abort! Abort! That was too direct!

“You’re fucking weird. But… okay.”

“That was easy.”

Frank scowled, kicking Peter’s shin.

“Ow!”

“Whatever, shrimp.”

Peter scowled. On his baby face, it came out as a pout.

Do not start beef with a twelve year old, Peter. You’re a grown ass adult.

“Hey, you know I’m new here, right?”

“Duh.” Frank took a bite of his food.

“Can you tell me which one of these are legit?” Peter handed Frank the flyers. He took them, an odd look passing his face.

“You’re looking for a place?”

“Yeah? Why?”

Frank stared at him. Looked back down. He instantly got rid of four listings out of the ten. “These are too close to the Alley. They’re probably traffickers.”

Peter hummed in agreement. Frank paused.

“You’re just gonna trust me on that?”

“Yeah? I can tell when people are lying.” Well, his spidey sense could, when he cared enough about the subject.

“What the fuck.” Frank shoved the rest the papers at him and guiltily munched on his food. “Are Yorkers all just like you?”

“Dunno? Probably not.”

“… Whatever. The rest of the places should work. They probably won’t ask questions.” Frank flapped a hand at Peter’s new situation. Yeah, the shortness was getting to him too.

Peter nodded. Obviously, they were the more expensive places, but considering the new found resources he’d… acquired during his time at the cafe, it doesn’t really matter.

“Cool! Wanna go see it with me?”

Frank immediately took on a suspicious glare. “Why?”

“I dunno? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought since you know your way around…”

“Ugh. Fine. But if there’s anything shady, I’m fucking dipping out.”

“Okay!” Peter grinned for the first time the couple of hours he’d been trapped in this new world.

——

They’d found an apartment with a landlord that got a weird, sad face when she was talking to them about the apartment. After like, an hour of walking around and Peter’s spidey sense screaming at him not to even go near the places Frank had left in the pile of maybe’s.

“We walked all the way here. Ya not even gonna go in?”

“The vibes are off. It’s a no.”

And because Peter’s a genius idiot with no self preservation, he’d marked the places to investigate later.

Frank had blinked at him, mildly offended and nonplussed. After a while of spluttering, he just gave up. Eventually, they got here.

“I don’t normally rent to kids,” the landlord lady said. Peter immediately liked her. “But I’ll make an exception if you’ve got the cash.”

“I’d like to see the unit first, please” Peter said. He’s not stupid, and Gotham’s renting scene is both easier and harder than New York.

They toured it. Peter? He’d seen worse. He’d lived worse. Also, it had two bedroom and was $620. Yeah, Peter was really considering just staying here full time and commuting to his New York when he wanted to be a vigilante.

“I’ll take it, ma’am.” The landlord and Frank both snorted, sharing a Gothamite look.

“It’s Georgie, to you, brat. You just need the first month’s rent, since I’ll wave the deposit for you shrimps. Utilities included. Your friend stayin’?”

“No-” Frank had started.

“Yep!” Peter beamed, interrupting his new friend.

“What?” Frank turned, gaping again at this weird little kid who had enough money to rent a place and then invited a whole ass street kid he just met to live with him. “Are you stupid?! What if I rob you? Huh? I don’t need charity!”

Peter slowly looked around the empty unit.

“Uh.”

“No, that’s not the point!” Frank pointed a finger at Peter. “That’s how you get yourself killed!”

“But that’s why you should stay! I don’t know my way around Gotham so…”

Peter looked up at Frank, using his shortness for maximum devastation. “Please?”

Georgie leaned back on the heels of her feet, silently laughing. It’s not every day she sees a Gothamite street kid get out stubborned by an outsider, but she knows better than anyone that Gotham is weak to genuine kindness. And this Peter kid, the one that reminds her so much of her own? He’s practically filled with it.

“Yeah, kid,” she said to Frank, snickering. “Look at him. He’s gonna get mugged two steps into the Alley. Or anywhere.”

Frank flailed, but eventually, Peter handed over the money to an amused Georgie who gave them two keys in return and a move in gift of a pot pie.

“I gotta. Uh. Go get my stuff.” Frank had mumbled, dazed at whatever the hell just happened.

“Okay! I’ll see if I can go get furniture!”

“And lift them with your shrimpy arm? You wish.”

“I can use a cart.”

And really, he could, because Gotham had a lot of abandoned carts laying around. Like a concerning amount.

“Can you even reach the handle?”

“I’m not that short!”

Frank snorted, Georgie’s own chuckles following a beat after. Peter scowled at them.

“Be right back,” Frank promised, holding the key like it was treasure. He had been homeless for two and a half years now, so in his eyes, that key was as good as gold. He had somewhere warm to stay. Trying to pickpocket Peter was the best mistake he’s ever made in his short life. But he didn’t want to take advantage of that, well, no, he did want to, but he doesn’t want to take the genuine kindness for granted so he’ll see if there’s any street furniture he could haul back on his way.

“Okay!”

Georgie watched him go and turned to Peter.

“If you need stuff, there’s a thrift store and a grocery store that way.” She gave him the directions.

——

As soon as Frank and Georgie left, Peter immediately left his new place (and holy shit, he really didn’t expect things to be this easy. In New York, he had to spend at least a week checking out places because he had to figure out whether the problem that cause subtle twinges with his spider sense was worth living with. Here? It’s too obvious.) to buy supplies. He had $400. Until his new card came in, at least. He’d put his new address into that bank account addressed to a “Anthony Benjamin” before ordering a “replacement card.”

Peter ran to the thrift store, hurrying before the last traces of the sun dipped below the smog of Gotham. A frankly absurd amount of blankets, towels, pillows, clothes, packaged boxers, socks and shoes around his size went into the cart. To his chagrin, Peter couldn’t actually see much over the cart. Why the hell was he such a short ten year old? He blasted through the store, also guesstimating Frank’s sizes. He tossed in curtains, a used set of glow in the dark stars, and a lamp.

He also grabbed mismatched mugs, bowls, a bundle of cutlery, and a dented microwave he casually pretended to struggle getting onto the bottom part of the cart. It’s like lifting grapes for him, but he looks like a ten year old so…

He, guiltily, bought a mildly fancy camera in a set, with two separate lenses, even if one was cracked.

Not bad, for $150 total. Peter is going to definitely seriously consider commuting to New York. They didn’t even care when he walked out with the cart! Well, that might be because of the cashier who gave him a pitying glance.

He stopped by a general store on the way back, parking his cart in a rapidly shadowy alleyway. He swung by the new section of the store that reminded him of a Dollar Tree and got cleaning supplies, toiletries, and two pans and a pot. He grabbed some canned food and a couple of frozen meals in the back. Seasonings, ramen, general pantry staples went in. A role of paper towel. Nice. Venom would have loved this store. With half of his budget blown for essentials, Peter quickly cut his spending off and

He quickly gathered his stuff and went back to the apartment, using his strength a bit to lift the full cart up the stairs at the front doors and into the elevator. It creaked like the first time they used it to go see the apartment, but it worked. Peter set everything up in the living room, pillow and blanket wise, and put everything in its proper place. The lamp was put up, giving more light than the old bulb in the ceiling light.

All Peter wanted to do was pass out, but since his dumbass took in a child, he couldn’t sleep until this place was relatively fit for a kid to live in. He also wanted to wait for

So, that’s what he did. Taking a sponge and the cleaning supplies he’d picked up earlier, Peter tackled the living room, scrubbing away at old stains and spraying mildew. He marked trouble spots- like that splinter worthy piece of floor next to the doorway leading to the hall between the bedrooms. Then the kitchen. By the time Frank cautiously peeked his head in from the front door, Peter had already finished scrubbing the over.

“Hey.”

Peter turned, grime on his face but grinning. “Hey!” I bought some stuff!”

Frank snorted at his face before glancing around the living room, eyeing the cart parked neatly on the side.

“So you did. Didn’t get mugged, did ya?”

“Rude. No, of course not.”

Frank gave him a… frankly… unimpressed look and dumped his bag next to the pile of blankets and pillows Peter had piled onto the floor. Sue hi’, they didn’t have beds yet.

“Got somethin’ for ya,” Frank said neutrally before dragging in…

“A coffee table!” Peter bounced towards Frank, hugging him before lugging in the heavy wooden table in. “You’re the best! Where’d you find it?!”

The tension, anxiety about Peter’s reaction, in Frank’s shoulders relaxed and the kid grinned. “Alley. Some asshole just left it there for anyone to hit with their car so I took it.”

“Nice! We can eat on this!”

——

When they were getting ready for bed, Peter insisting on showers for both of them, Frank had reared up at the clothes Peter bought for him. Peter pretended like he didn’t see anything and shove a whole tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush at him.

“Ew. Do I have to?” Frank asked, wrinkling his nose but taking the items anyways.

“Yeah.” Peter said seriously. Frank gave a moment to wonder why he was taking orders from an eight year old before shrugging. He could brush his teeth in exchange for a roof over his head, food, and clothes. It’s not even a fair trade, for Peter, anyways. Frank was enough of an alley rat to take advantage of that.

——

When Frank passed out, Peter couldn’t sleep. He’s exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep.

So he took his new camera and climbed the fire escape to the roof top.

An hour later, he met his first vigilante.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m gonna need you to back away from the edge.”

“Woah!” Peter startled, jolting slightly off of the ledge he was balanced on. He twisted around to see Red Robin, hand outstretched and panicked look in his eyes.

“Dude. Warn a guy!” Peter said, even though his spider sense warned him of an approaching person that was actively watching him.

Red Robin held his hands up. “My bad. Would you- uh, not be on that ledge?”

“Yeah, sure. My bad, bro.” Peter obligingly stood up and stepped away from the ledge. Red Robin relaxed then did a double take. Peter frowned. Is there something on his face?

“What are you doing up here, kiddo? It’s late.”

Peter decided to scope out the vigilante. “Couldn’t sleep,” he held up his camera. “I’m taking pictures.”

“Oh. That’s cool! Can I see?” Red Robin approached warily, but relaxed when Peter didn’t spook and try to take a shortcut to ground floor.

“Sure! It’s a new, well, not new but new to me, camera so I haven’t had all that time to mess with the specs but the pictures turned out pretty good-”

“Oh, woah. This one’s great. That composition? Amazing. You caught the light perfectly,” Red Robin complimented. Peter brightened, knowing a photography fan when he hears one.

“Photography buddy!” He cheered.

They talked for an hour after that, but Red Robin quickly sent him to bed once he remembered the time.

“Ah, shi- crap. It’s like 2AM. You’ve gotta go to bed.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry if I interrupted your patrol, Mr. Red Robin!”

“No problem, kid.” Peter slipped back down the fire escape, not caring if the vigilante saw where he lived.

——

Up on the rooftop, Red Robin pressed a hand to his comm.

“Red Robin to Nightwing.”

“What’s up, Red?”

“Do you have a kid you don’t know about?” Tim said, bluntly.

“… What?”

“Oracle, can you share my cowl footage?”

“Copy. Oh, that kid…”

“Looks exactly like Wing?” Tim said, peering down at the empty fire escape. “Yeah. Talked like him too.”

“Oh my god, he’s adorable.” Oracle said. Tim agreed. That curly hair? Baby face? Adorable. A bean. “Did you get DNA?”

“Ah, shit, I knew I forgot something.”

“Do not break into his place and nab a hair,” Nightwing reprimanded, but his voice sounded distracted.

“Holy shit, you guys nerded out about camera placement and lighting for an hour?” Hood piped up.

“Get some rest, Red Robin. You’ve been working too hard,” Batman grunted through the comms. Awkward… but he’s been getting better at communicating his worry for his kids.

“Sure thing, B. Heading back to the main cave. Red Robin out.

——

Peter: lay low and get home

Also Peter: talks to a vigilante

None of them think Peter’s Nightwing’s yet. Peter will know before them… eventually. Once this world’s version of him gives up his memories to be absorbed by AU Peter.

#batman #peter parker #dc x marvel #Peter Parker gets yeeted into Gotham #spiderman #oc #red robin #dark matter #inspidered by the fic dark matter #yes that’s a pun #dick Grayson #nightwing #dick grayson is Richard Parker #richard parker #Oracle #Jason Todd #red hood #tfw you get conan’ed #Peter: making friends one roof top at a time #Spider in Gotham AU

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a/n: I wasn’t going to post this but I couldn’t resist it so here it is. I’ll probably make 2 or 3 more parts of this. Enjoy!

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tchalamet 1095 days with you. thank you for making me the luckiest guy on earth. so ready for round four. let’s do it again, my twin flame.

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yourusername 3 years, 1095 days. yet i still feel like we met yesterday. i can’t and probably never will get enough of you. let’s do it again, mon amour.

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voguemagazine Y/n L/n and Timothée Chalamet are recently seen at a dinner in Venice with Zendaya and Tom Holland, celebrating the couple’s anniversary.

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𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 || 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐱 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

( 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲! )

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘/𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ✰

(This is Inspired by When Zendaya and Tom Holland did this interview, so it may be similar but different in a way)

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐈𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 🥲

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Me and Tom entered the room which had a table in the middle and chair on opposite sides. We Greet Some of the Camera Crew and The interviewer behind the Camera. I didn’t know what exactly we were doing but I walked towards the table and saw the words Strongly Agree, Agree,Disagree And Strongly disagree.

I sat down and so did Tom as We smiled at each other ready for whatever is about to happen. As the Camera started rolling The interviewer broke the silence as she started to Explain what we are gonna do.

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨:

“I like American Football,I just don’t understand Why it’s called Football” Tom complained about the sport. I Let out a short giggle looking at him while he explained. “Cause they don’t use their feet” He continued as he looked behind the Cameras as he explained. I agreed with him as I said “yeah, it should be called something different maybe” nodding and now looking behind the cameras as well, Playing with my Rings on my finger.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓!!! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒!!! ❤︎︎

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thus, with a kiss, i die| tom holland

PROLOGUE: the rivalry.

romeo & juliet modern au.

summary: the well known story of star-crossed lovers. Your local bar has two spots for bands, but only one spot for an opportunity to get a record deal. Your band, the Capulets and his band, the Montagues have been rivals long enough. But what happens after a night when you get to know their lead singer?

chapter summary: who are the great rivals at the Verona bar?

pairing: singer!tom holland x guitarrist!reder

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention

word count: 3k

this is literally romeo and juliet, it's one of my favorite stories, if you've read my other works you KNOW I love to quote it, and reference and eveyrhting. Anyway, this is my take on it. Modern world, hope you like it. I haven't written anything in ages so here goes.

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This is an unequivocally known story, a tale as old as time, of those of two star crossed lovers, who most likely lost their mind. Star-crossed lovers, they call them as if the stars were undeniably conspiring against them. Are the stars really against secret, illicit-feeling escapades of a young, naive love, so powerful and strong that it ends up in death?  

Or were they too busy to help them out when everything went insane? 

Shakespeare said it himself, didn’t he? ‘Violent delights have violent ends’. Perhaps the name and the reference itself doomed upon a foretold tragedy. Yet, here we are. 

And it all comes back to a simple rivalry, and thus shall start like it always does. In a small  bar named ‘Verona’, always playing live music, near a college. Nothing too unusual, nothing so fancy. With a small stage. Smoking blue and purple. With a wall full of old bottles, just to adorn. A small stage with a few vintage lights hanging from the ceiling, a worn out rug, and a neon light sign which read: ‘Don’t waste your love’. 

Where people gathered to have a beer, or two in those small wooden tables, or perhaps in the green couch, nibbling on a few snacks while they listen to one of the two bands Verona offered. 

Some liked the Capulets, an all female band. Some liked the Montagues, perhaps for the handsome lead singer. Some liked both. Some liked neither. 

But Verona was the rivalry. The rivalry between the two bands was what made Verona an interesting place, or that’s what some people liked to pry upon, the well known story about two former friends, Monty and Billie ‘Cap’ who once fought almost to death and decided to each go their separate ways and declare themselves sworn enemies. 

Things hadn’t been quite the same since. Each formed their own band in an act of revelry and had tried to crush the other. The Capulets were known for their soul-crushing lyrics, meanwhile the Montagues were known for their remarkably outstanding sounds. As said before, their lead singer was quite someone that moved crowds. Pleasing to the eye. 

The Capulets had recently lost their main guitarist and a rumor of who  would join had circulated.  Monty was anxious to learn all about the new member. A war shall begin. 

In all honesty, nobody really cared about them, but both were on the edge waiting for each other's next movement. 

And in the end, they were young and naive with big wishes and hopes, with the same stupid dream that one day someone would walk in the night their gig was on and offer them the entire world. 

It was funny, how they believed so much in Verona, just a small bar, that happened to have a few legends come from. A few people said great names like Billy Joel had once played there. Drunk folks are very unreliable narrators. But not quite the most unreliable. 

Which brings us to two members of the Capulets, Georgia and Sam. The drummer and pianist, respectively. The first, a short haired, with a diverse set of earrings, a top tank and loose pants. A cigarette hung from the corner of her lips. The two of them were having a drink, knowing they would have to listen to the Montagues later, they needed some alcohol in their body to make sure they could stand the occasion. 

Some of Montague’s  crew had already arrived and were tuning in. They watched, amused. It was a fair Friday afternoon, and people were gathering already to have a beer and some chips. 

“You know, we got the Saturday gig? ”  Samantha said as she plaid with a half-full cold beer glass. Her style was more 70’s, big hair, big pants and striped shirt. “If we keep going like this we’re going to crush them.” 

“I think we should actually crush them,” said Georgia, puffing her cigarette.  “Get a whole ass piano and just dump it on them, cartoon style, y’know? Especially Tom. Gosh, I’d like to just get rid of his stupid British face. I might dislike him more than Monty.” 

Sam shrugged. “That was a great move, you’ve got to admit that.” 

“Aye, great move? Getting a pretty face just to get more audience, please,” Georgia rolled her eyes. “This should be about talent!” 

Although she knew that half the girls there were just there to see Tom. Georgia only judged them slightly. Tom was most definitely the newest sweetheart. Curls, chocolate kind eyes, and Georgia supposed he was fit. Besides, a hopeless romantic, or so the girls would say only because he had an accent. Perhaps they all believed he was the next Hugh Grant. 

“Perhaps Cap should bring in someone as beautiful, y’know? As bait.” 

Georgia rolled her eyes once again. Although it didn’t sound as stupid. And perhaps that’s why Cap had decided to bring in someone as beautiful. Although the new member, Georgia knew, was naive and had a lot to learn, she could perhaps appeal more. And besides their looks, their talent to write, Georgia knew it was most likely to appeal to Paris, the young handsome bartender, the bar’s owner's protege, who could pitch in to have them more often. 

But they were losing right now and they both knew it. How they’d manage to convince Princess Skylar to get them the next day  was beyond them. Skylar was the bar owner, or at least she presented herself as so. Even though she was just a manager she basically owned the place. She gave out the slots as long as people were buying drinks. And lately the Montagues were bringing in more money. 

Montgomery, ‘Monty’ had brought in Tom to be his new lead singer, and they’d been booking the Saturday gigs more often since. Perhaps bringing in a wider female demographic to Verona, buying pretty cocktails. Although, Georgia thought it could be now constructive for them since the male demographic had decreased and they tend to be the ones to drink more beer. Besides, one thing they could rely on was Tom having a girlfriend, so at least the girls would eventually have to give up and go back to the heart wrenching lyrics. 

“Is it me or do they sound worse each day?” Wondered Sam as she heard a hard tune. Bea, her enemy, the Montague’s pianist was a fan of only key smashing. “Whenever I listen to them I just need to run to the bathroom and puke.” 

“No, I think you should just puke on them,” Georgia said. “I’d be your number one fan.” 

Abby, the Montague’s drummer, and Georgia’s number one enemy had overheard. Georgia said her technique lacked enthusiasm. While Abby said Georgia lacked any technique. 

Both were wrong. 

“Whatcha say?” Abby questioned. “Did y’all come here to learn?” 

“Learn?” Sam stood up with her beer. “Learn how not to play, am I right Georgia?” 

Sam wasn’t good with comebacks. Georgia pulled her back down. 

Abby chuckled. “If you play like that then I won’t worry anymore.” 

“Ah,” grinned Georgia raising her own drink, vodka soda. “So you are worried. Gotcha.” 

Abby rolled her eyes. “I don’t believe you’re invited here.” 

Ben, another member of the Montagues and the reason they had a new lead singer was nearby plugging in his instrument. Not as handsome as the others, people would say, but he was peaceful. “Let them be, Abby. They can be here.” 

He often tried to ignore them, he was there for the music and the music only. He thanked Monty for giving him the chance to be there and disregarded the stupid rivalry. He was the bassist, and had become quite popular now that he was acquainted with Tom. 

He didn’t like any trouble… unlike Theodora, another member of the Capulets who was with them at the bar but had been quiet enough. It was hilarious how they often were angered by the other’s presence and yet neither tried any other place to hang out. 

Theodora searched for the trouble. Perhaps Theodora was the one to hate the most of the Montagues. All of them and especially their newest member. She was the scariest of the Capulets, impulsive and with probably some anger issues. She despised them, and wasn’t afraid to show it. 

“Eh, for sure we can be here. It’s a bloody bar. But you could try and kick us out. Don’t be such a pussy, Ben Dover,”  Theodora’s first statement was one to make heads turn.

Ben turned to look at her from his bass. “I’d rather not get tired, unlike you I care more about my music.” 

“Why does it sound like a bunch of people farting then?” Asked Sam. Again, she wasn’t good at this. 

But before he could even respond, Bea, the pianist had already begun the… fight, if you could call it one. Apparently the fart statement had been the one to bother her, funnily enough. 

She’d stormed over, yelling and screaming nonsense. Raising her hands and giving them fingers. 

Very classy.

Georgia and Sam had stood up to walk over to the stage. Bea had continued a rampage of all the cuss words she could think of and calling them out on their lack of talent and accusing them of coming here only to plagiarize their songs, to which Theodora kindly answered they couldn’t plagiarize a ‘pile of pure shit’ unless they went to the bathroom. Sam had continued with the fart insults. 

Ben only stood there watching them and trying and failing to calm them down.

Soon, the other poor customers at the bar were involved in the fight, trying to incentivize the company. Some others were drunk enough to fight with them and others just enjoyed the show. 

Billie, ‘Cap’, who had acquired the nickname from quite a young age, by making everyone call her ‘O’ cap’n my cap’n’ after making The Dead Poets Society her entire personality, had walked in along with her girlfriend, Clara. Cap was usually chill. A great leader, a great singer and a great friend. Unless, of course, you betray her. She’d been betrayed by Monty, whom she’d now nicknamed Slap-Dick. 

“Christ.” Cap muttered as soon as she saw the scene. Part of her band only raised glasses, fingers and lame insults and she was sure she’d just seen a beer can fly by. “Angel,” she turned sweetly to Clara. “Will you please hold this?” As she handed over her purse. 

“What for?” Clara questioned. 

“Yes, I might need to throw some hands— oh, how interesting, see who just walked in, the scum himself, Slap-Dick,” she greeted. 

Monty, one hand on his girlfriend’s, Maddie, waist, and one hand holding his guitar walked in. Cap scrunched her nose with disgust. 

“The fuck are you doin’ here Cap’n Crunch,” Monty snapped. “It’s our gig tonight, please get your vulgar and uncivilized twats out.” 

“I’m pretty sure your darling band if we can dare to call it that, was the one to start this,” Cap crossed her arms. Cap knew her own crew was not good at insulting. Although as she eyed Theodora she thought she may have been wrong in her initial statement. Still, she continued. “Your zoo is making all of this noise.” 

“Oh! Fuckin��.” Monty laughed but thankfully was interrupted before he could say anything that would make the show even better. 

“Stop!” Skylar had yelled, breaking a bottle against the wall as all the lights were turned off and the faint ambiance music stopped playing. She liked drama. “For fuck’s sake, stop!” 

Everyone felt the air cold, paused in the middle of the argument. The lights were turned back on, completely, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was chaos, as if a hurricane had hit the entire bar. Theodora was holding Ben by his shirt, Bea was standing on a chair, Sam and Abby just stood in front of each other. The other drunken clients just stood there awkwardly. Standing ever so slightly less elegant. 

“I’m so fucking done with this,” Skylar said. “Stop you assholes, this is the third time this month.” She made her way through the tables and snapped her fingers down twice at Bea, motioning for her to get down. “I don’t care about your stupid feud,” she continued as she snatched Theo’s hand off Ben. “ It's so stupid, you’re both terrible bands,”  she said as she walked in between Sam and Abby, separating them as both fueled with rage. “If this doesn’t stop,” she said, taking Georgia’s drink now and taking a sip for her. “And I’m talking to you both now,” she turned to watch Cap and Monty. “I’m going to cut you off, deadass. Not one more gig for either. Do you understand?”

Both tried to complain. 

“I said, do you understand?” Skylar was firm. 

“Yes, princess,” Monty hissed the nickname. Montgomery Williams was exactly the guy you’d think of when you thought of a guy who formed a band and played the lead guitar. His dark hair fell to his eyebrows and his cheeks were sucked in enough for him to be considered handsome. He was often seen with a pair of dark jeans and a new band t-shirt. A cigarette was his trademark accessory. Bulked enough but, not really. And he was often accompanied by his newest pursuit, this time, Maddie, a girl whose clothes were probably bought too tight on purpose. 

“Now, Capulets, please give me the pleasure of your kicking you out,” Skylar said

Montgomery smirked. 

“No, no, Monty, don’t get  your hopes up. They don’t play until tomorrow, so from now on whenever the other band is playing the rivals cannot step in here, otherwise I’ll fuck you up,” Skylar threatened. 

“I wanted a beer,” Cap complained earning a deathly glare from Skylar. “Fine, princess!” She took a deep breath. “Caps, let’s go get wasted at my place!” She ordered and her mates followed after. 

Skylar had her arms crossed at the entrance as they walked out and the members of the Montagues clapped. She rolled her eyes. 

“‘Lright everyone, if anyone causes another disturbance I’ll—“

“Fuck us up,” Monty finished. He clapped his hands and pushed Skylar from her shoulders back to the bar. “Absolutely, no worries, Sky, we’re very civilized and we will give you the best show tonight. We’re classy!” 

“Don’t touch me again,” was the last threat she gave before heading back to her office.

Monty gave her a fake smile and then turned to Ben. “The fuck happened?” 

Ben made his way back to the stage as he was followed by the rest of the band. “Honestly, Georgia and Sam were just here chilling. Abby overheard them and wanted to snap at them, I tried to calm them down but Theodora, you know Theodora.”

“Insane bitch, yeah.”

“Theodora just snapped and then it’s a blur,” Ben explained. 

“Fuckin’—“ Monty pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mkay, well. We can’t let them, you know, get on our nerves, that what they want, they want to get rid of us, no matter what, they don’t even care if they go down with us,” Monty said. “So, uh—yeah, especially now that Tom joined us they’re desperate.” 

His band mates only nodded with agreement. 

“And— where the hell is he?” Monty frowned, noticing just now that his lead singer was nowhere to be seen. “We play soon, that idiot,” he rubbed his face with stress. Although he loved to pride himself on being better than Cap, he was often found with insecurities because deep down he believed he wasn’t. 

Monty was especially scared now that he knew Cap was going to present her secret weapon the very next day. Why they were given a Friday instead of a Saturday was scary for him. Who had they brought in? 

Perhaps, the Tom furor was finally gone after a few weeks, considering that although more women were parading in Verona, they would soon be gone as soon as they found out Tom was not available and not willing to flirt with them. Even when Monty had encouraged it, the guy would just politely decline it. 

And now, they had the Saturday gig. The most important gig, and although Friday was next in line, he knew that important people showed up on Saturdays. Not Fridays.  

Though he didn’t blame it entirely on Tom’s reluctance to flirt. He knew Cap had pulled her cards right. And he knew it had something to do with Skylar. Had anyone slept with her? Or had they given her money? Had their songs penetrated Skylar’s walls?

Either way. They had to have their lead singer show up. He couldn’t hide his anxiety as he approached the microphones, tapping slightly on them to try them. 

Ben coughed, watching him. 

“Ben?” Monty’s eyes widened. “Where is he?”

“Look, I haven’t heard of him since the morning,” Ben explained. 

Monty furrowed his eyebrows. 

“He did text me he would be here, but.” 

“But what?” 

“Him and Rosie broke up so he might not be feeling well, he told me he was devastated. He told me he was getting a drink before.” 

Monty heard the news. His lead singer had broken up and was devastated on a Friday night gig. Where they had to sing silly love songs and hard beats. Songs that would be ruined if not sung with the right emotion. Songs that could potentially be ruined if sung drunkenly. 

But…

“Are you telling me that…” Monty approached the mic, tapping it to make sure everyone heard him. “Did I hear that right Ben?”

“Monty.” Ben shut his eyes closed. 

“Did you just tell me our  handsome, British, sweetheart, muscly  lead singer is single now?” He questioned with a smirk knowing he’d gotten the attention. 

“Monty.” 

“Did you just tell me that?” Monty pushed. “Is Tom single?”

Ben shook his head annoyed. “Yes, Monty.” 

Monty smirked as he turned to the crowd. “Ladies… and no, actually, just the ladies, you just heard it! Our lead singer is recently single so I will need all of you to give him a warm welcome when he’s here, he’s going to need a lot of love. Will you guys help me with it?” 

And for now, he knew, he was back again at the race. 

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Peter Parker x Male Reader

Request: Tom Holland's Peter Parker x Male reader where the reader is deaf and how Peter handles the relationship?

Hello, I’m so glad I got a request this early (I thought I would be waiting for weeks) I have seen this one before and it’s such a lovely trope! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. I will start with some Head cannons then at the end I will have a little story to go along. 

Peter Parker x Deaf Male Reader 

-The first time you met Peter was at school you sat next to him in your honors English 11 class.

-He sat next to you on the first day and noticed that you wore hearing aids. He thought it was cool and asked you about it. Like how they work, when you got them, and if you still knew sign language. 

-He invited you over to the lunch table he normally sat at. Afterwards, you became friends with Ned and Mj as well.

-As time passed, you would hang out more and that’s when he asked you to teach him sign language. He wanted to know sign language so that when he was Spider-Man, he could still communicate with people who were deaf to help them. 

-When you started teaching him sign language was when he started catching feelings for you. It started as a small crush, he admired your work ethic in and out of class and your openness with being deaf. 

-The first day he came to terms with his crush was when he was hanging out with Ned building a new lego set together. Ned asked him about you and how you guys were getting pretty close pretty fast. That’s when it kind of hit Peter that he had a crush on you.

-The next few days after his revelation he kind of kept his distance from you, he would still meet for your lessons and talk to you in class but other than that, that was all the interaction he would allow himself. 

-It was only when he was patrolling as Spider-Man that you two clicked. He found you walking alone and as the friendly neighborhood Spidey he made sure you got home safe. He knew you could take care of yourself but he also wanted to make sure he could help you if trouble started. 

-Good thing Peter stayed around because you ended up getting mugged. He was able to stop the man before he could go off with your things. But sadly, your hearing aids had been broken because of the way the man had grabbed you. 

-Peter went back over to you with your things in hand, and gave them to you. You looked up at him and signed a thank you. He was glad he took your classes and was able to hold a conversation with you. He even was offering to take you home, which you happily accepted.

-When he finally stopped at your apartment complex, you stopped him. You thanked him once more and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As Peter swung back to his house he vowed to never wash his face again. 

A short story on how Peter would ask you out 

.   .   Peter finally got the courage to ask you out during one of your weekly sign language lessons. He had taken the time out of his  to practice asking you out in sign before he got to the actual lesson. When he arrived you noticed he was way more jumpy and nervous that day. When you sat down to pick up where you last left off he stopped you and asked if he could show you something he has been practicing. He took a deep breath and signed “Y/N will you go out on a date with me?” You looked at him wide eyed for a moment before smiling and nodding your head yes. You tackled him to the ground with a hug and started laughing. Peter joined in laughing with you on the ground. You finally stopped and rolled away from each other before you turned your head to see Peter looking at your lips. You looked him in the eyes and slowly drew him closer before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. When you broke away you held your foreheads together, you stayed like that for a while enjoying each other's company.    

#marvel x male reader #male reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #marvel #deaf reader

[shawnxstyles]

Hi can you please do a Tom holland story, where Tom and GF ( female reader) where he teasingly takes off her bikini and playfully spanks her over his knee?

soaked bikini

warnings: kind of smut; light spanking, fondling, dirty talk, and a teasing tom :)

note: i <3 requests

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when you walk out of your bathroom, you can feel tom staring at you. his eyes sweep down your body, a revealing pink bikini that doesn’t leave much to the imagination adorns you. but in reality, you made the bikini look amazing because you were in it.

little triangle shapes barely cover your breasts and nipples. your skin appears supple when you put a hand to your hip, your foot tapping rapidly on the floor. tom feels his cock ache looking at you. even though he wants to resist you going out like that because you’re his, he would never stop you.

“well, do you like it, tommy?” you question, afraid he’ll say no. but what you don’t know is that tom believes you look good in anything.

“yes, i love it,” tom smiles and licks his lips. “give me a twirl, darling.”

you giggle and graciously spin in a circle for him. your breasts bounce and your ass wiggle at the movement. as much as tom loves your breasts, he can’t help but be an ass man. a your ass man. a twitch sprouts in tom’s swim shorts as his cock becomes partly hard at the idea of spanking your ass until there is bruising. but not today, he reminds himself because you two are going to the beach with some friends. that doesn’t mean he can’t spank you at all though. tom strides closer to you and grabs your hips.

“why don’t we have a little fun before we go? hmm?” tom tucks a hair behind your ear, his opposite hand moving from your hip to your lower back as he moves it dangerously low. before you can respond, he gives your ass a squeeze, making you outrightly whimper. tom smirks with raised eyebrows. “someone needy, baby?”

“you were looking at me…” you mumble, embarrassment evident in your tone. you were starting to get wet from his enticing stare and clenched jaw. he was trying his best to keep it together and you loved having that little power over him. but you can say he did the same to you too.

“how can i not look at you? you’re stunning, love. i wish we didn’t have to go because i really want to see what’s under this bikini,” tom licks his lips as a playful smirk curls on his mouth. you roll your eyes, any embarrassment leaving you swiftly. your hands hit his chiseled chest as you laugh against him.

“you already know what i look like! but we can’t, you know we have to go,” you remove yourself from him and walk across the room, but you don’t get very far before he has you in his hands again. his tough palms trace up your arms before settling on the bikini tie on your backside.

“just real quick. wanna see you,” tom settles himself on the edge of the bed, and you don’t try to fight him anymore. you stand still between his legs as your nipples begin to harden and your cunt clenches to keep your arousal in.

“wanna see your pretty breasts with your pretty nipples,” tom whispers seductively as he unties to back of your top. he gently tugs it until it falls down messily on the floor. out of instinct, his hands massage the underside of your breasts, thumbs occasionally rubbing over your pebbled buds. you inhale sharply as your stomach muscles tense.

“wanna see your pretty pussy. is it wet for me, darling?” the cute bows around your hips are easily untied when tom’s hands slide back down your body. your bottoms join your top on the carpeted floor. since there was nothing covering you anymore, your arousal began to leak onto your thigh.

“yes,” you answered. you sighed when tom gripped your hips and rubbed your flesh teasingly too delicate.

“hm, i don’t think i can see. maybe like this,” tom drags you onto his lap with your ass in the air. you gasp at the change in position and the sudden coldness of the air from your wetness. you knew tom could see it when you were standing up, but he was insatiable when it came to you.

tom finally rubs the flesh of your ass in palms, pulling them apart to get a close-up of the arousal drenching your pussy. when he does this, you clutch tightly and he watches your contraction with amusement.

“like when i play with your ass?” tom smirks when more wetness gushes out of you. he lightly slaps your ass, making sure to not leave any marks like bruising. you arch your back, pressing yourself further into him. “answer me, baby.”

“yes, yes. i love it when you play with my ass,” you moan when his hand comes down again. your face is flush in the duvet as he spanks you a few more times. tom smirks when the wetness reaches his swimsuit. he lightly spanks your soaked cunt, which makes you jolt forward with an sweet moan. your clit screams with need at the small touch.

“i would love to fuck you until you scream my name so loud, the neighbors could hear,” tom whispers as his rough hand spanks you playfully again. you forgot all about the beach. the only thing on your mind right now was tom’s hands on your body and the words leaving his lips. “but you did say we have to go…”

tom wipes away your arousal around your thighs, cleaning you, but leaving your pussy soaked and unsatisfied. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he lifts you up until you're standing on your feet.

“i’ll be in the car. we don’t have all day, darling,” tom taunts as he exits the room, leaving you high and dry. well, not dry, but high on anger because he left you needy. when he wanted to, tom could be the biggest tease.

you thought you had control over the whole situation because he was begging you. but you knew you were wrong when you slid your bikini bottoms back up to your hips and your clit throbbed with desire and wetness continued to leak out of you.

grabbing your prepared beach items after trying to refresh, you walk to the car, facing a smirking tom through the windshield. you groan annoyed as you get in the car in a soaked bikini.

“don’t worry. i’ll fuck that attitude out of you later,” tom winks as he backs out onto the road.

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hope you liked it!

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Follow-Up Question, If Hobie does not receive more screentime or plot importance in BTSV -

I was thinking about Hobie - not just his plot importance, but his fan reception as well.

Me and my Marvel-obsessed mother were talking about this, and discussing the similarities between Hobie's new popularity

- and Loki's popularity after The Avengers.

Both originally supposed to be side characters there to aid the plot of a bigger narrative, they've gained huge amounts of popularity within a short time.

Despite original intentions, Loki went on to be a fan favorite for years. During the era of The Avengers, his fandom was small - but as we progressed on to Endgame, the fandom perception and love of such character shaped and charged his place within the MCU - and he died a hero.

Today the Loki show just finished it's second season - and it's the primary IP Marvel is using to push their next phase of Kang the Conqueror.

The love of the fandom shaped the canon in a way that we are still seeing years later.

And now seeing a new hit side-character, I can't help but wonder what's next in store for Hobie?

The creators know the love for him. They put hundreds of hours on designing his world and home, and that concept art can be used in the future.

Plus, with BTSV - We'll be entering a new phase of Spider-Man.

After BTSV will be the first time in almost a decade, that we haven't had a Spider-man franchise.

Spiderman 3 came out 2007 - followed by TASM in 2012, a five year gap.

The TASM series ran two movies, but was cancelled before it's completion, with TASM2 coming out in 2014. Instead the IP was negotiated with Marvel.

Without much delay, the helm was handed to Tom Holland.

Two years later, around the time TASM3 would be released, MCU Spidey made his first appearance in Civil War - 2016.

Tom would go on to complete his trilogy, the most recent coming out in 2021.

Two years later, now - we have the most recent - BTSV.

But for the past decade, we've been getting consistent Spider-Man content.

Despite the break from covid-Tom has completed his three as well as appeared in multiple mainline MCU movies. Abs although he's implied to be returning - we have no idea when or how.

BTSV will be the last in the Spiderverse trilogy.

After BTSV, There's no more scheduled Spider-Movies.

For the past two decades audiences and fandoms have been accustomed to Spider-Man movies being in theatres routinely, every two years

- The longest gap being 5 years, over a decade and a half ago.

When the Spider-man vacuum comes, do you think people will notice?

Who will be there to fill the void?

What is the next Spider-man story that will make it to screen?

And would you be interested in Hobie being that story?

Do you think it's possible? I'm curious!

#spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #atsv meta

[lnfours]

summer loving (twelve) ⎸t.h

⌙ 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. -> welcome to the official last chapter of the series! last chapter was the end of their story, so this chapter is short because it’s an epilogue, just a way for you to see where the characters are now. plus, a little look into the future is always interesting :

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

⌙ wc: 778

⌙ warnings: fluff. fluff. and more fluff. 

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter eleven ⎸ listen

                              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the sun was shining down brightly on the little beach town you and tom had grown to fall in love with. this place was your home for the summer, a home away from home. it was where you two had first met, where you realized you were in love with each other, where he taught you how to slow dance in the living room, all of it.

you smiled as tom parked the car in the driveway, nikki opening up the front door with a smile. you watched as she bent down onto her knees, laughing as she was suddenly trapped in 2 pairs of arms that belonged to your toddlers. 

“grandma!”

“hey, kids,” she smiled, ruffling your son’s hair as she pulled them closer, “miss me?”

you smiled, “we did.”

she smiled back up at the two of you before hugging you both. you laughed into her embrace as she talked about how big the kids had gotten. 

it was true, time flies when you’re having fun. and spending your dream life with the love of your life. 

“c’mon, honey,” nikki said, waving you inside, “everyone’s inside.”

you and tom followed her inside and were immediately greeted with hugs and high fives. you smiled as you hugged your mom, the toddlers letting go as you approached, knowing it was your turn.

“hi, mom,” you smiled, hugging her. she hugged you back tightly, pulling tom in for a hug. he smiled, pulling away shortly after.

you three spent the next couple minutes catching up before the door opened again. you smiled as you watched austin walk through the door, his fiancé following close behind. you smiled at them, greeting them.

however, you were nearly knocked over when your little boy and girl came flying past you, “uncle austin!”

he smiled, crouching down as they both wrapped their arms around his neck, he picked them up, “hey, kiddos. listening to your mom?”

the kids laughed as you shook your head, “less and less everyday.”

“good,” your brother joked, “you two learn from the best.”

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. you greeted his fiancé, making sure she felt comfortable before moving to sit back down next to your husband. you watched as your kids played with your brother, smiling as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“tired?” he asked, putting an arm around you and drawing circles into your arm. you hummed back a response, to which he raised an eyebrow, “hmm?”

you nodded, “yeah, the kids woke me up early this morning because they were too excited.”

he laughed, kissing your hair, “we were them once, y’know. a long, long time ago.”

you smiled, “i know. its just hard to believe we’re not still that young. it’s like it went full circle.”

“well, if it helps, you’re still as beautiful as the day i met you.” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him gently as you both laughed.

“no, it doesn’t,” you giggled, turning to face him, “we’re not that old, are we?”

he shook his head, “nah, we’re still young. still full of hope.”

you laughed again, opening your mouth to say something until you were cut off by the sound of the doorbell. you spring up to your feet to answer, pulling open the door and smiling wide.

“hey, kat!” you smiled, pulling your best friend in for a hug. 

she hugged you back tightly, “hey, hot stuff! where’re the kids?”

“outside with austin,” you smiled, “where’s yours?”

your question got answered as soon as you asked it, the little boy running past his mom and up the steps. you squatted down, opening your arms as he wrapped his little ones around your neck. 

“there he is!” you laughed, picking him up as you stood up, “how’re you, bub? being good for mom?”

he gave a little smile as he nodded, “yeah!”

kat’s husband had joined her on the step with the bags. you said hi to him and walked inside with their son on your hip. immediately, he wanted to get down to run to uncle tom.

“uncle tom!” the little boy said. tom laughed as the boy came crashing into his legs.

“hey, brian! what’s up, little man?”

you smiled as you watched the interaction. if it wasn’t for the beach house, none of this would’ve been possible. you and the hollands wouldn’t had gotten so close, you and tom might not have ever ended up together.

and summers would’ve stayed boring forever. but now, they’re full of fun filled days and cozy nights, surrounded with all the people you love. 

nothing could get better than this.

                             ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

💌  beings my tagged list has gotten so long that tumblr literally won't let me add it, the tagged list is temporarily closed until i can figure it out. in the meantime, be sure to follow and turn on notifications for @toms-gf to be notified whenever i post imagines :)

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My Stories

Just wanted to make a post that linked to all my stories in case I, or you, ever wanted to find one in particular.

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Series:

The Subway Ride: Pt.1, Pt.2

The Glasses: Pt.1, Pt.2

Things Get Out of Hand: Pt.1, Pt.2

The Transfer: Pt.1, Pt.2

To Travel More: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4 

A New World: Pt.1

The Body Swap Bot: Pt.1, Pt.2

What We're Thankful For: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

Stand Alone:

Instagram Profiles

The Same Towel

Patrik

The Italian Trip

A New Man

The Brit

Road Trip

Body of your Dreams

A Gym Bro

Changing Commutes

A Historical Change

A Permanent Change

The Intern

The First Thing I'd Do

The Dangers of Merging

Imagine Waking Up to a Shirtless Tom Holland

Requests:

Subway Rides: Dominant, Irish Influencer, Actor, Skater, Boyfriends, Wrestler

A Fortunate Theft

Magic Necklace

Josh Allen

Changing the Fundamentals

Training With Your Brother

Changed According to My Desires

Others TFing Me:

The Dictionary

Coin Flip

Abandoned Shorts

Sacrifice

Roll the Die

Construction Worker

New Whip

If Wishes Were Masculine

Trick or treat

Reubilt

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