Pretty flower - Tom Holland
a/n: i don't know what this is. but i thought it was cute, so i wrote it down. hope you enjoy!
pairing: tom holland x reader
warnings: cheesy and too cute for our own good and not proofread oops.
summary: you want to do something nice for tom
you had been thinking all day long. racking through your head over, over and over again until you found something useful.
but nothing-- and i mean absolutely nothing came to your mind at the moment.
you didn't quite understand why; you have always been considered the most creative one out of the two of you. however, it seemed as your mind would've completely shut down as soon as you needed it to think of something.
you remembered that one time when everything went successfully well; tom had been gone for five months already to film the uncharted film, and you had missed him oh, so terribly.
since the moment he had left, you had begun to plan things: you knew harry had gone with him, so he could most definitely help you out come up with a surprise.
you had flown to spain, thanks to any god above you, without any fans noticing your presence at the airport and taking pictures that could alarm tom of your plans. harry had called you a couple of nights before, telling you that he was worried about his older brother, as he seemed sadder than normal and wasn't quite acting as himself. and, although you were already planning on flying to spain and visit your lover, that was the last thing you needed to finally get the courage to buy the tickets.
you had told the curly red-headed boy to get his older brother to stay away from the hotel for the afternoon after filming. harry had said that it was no problem-- of course, that was before actually having tom almost tearing up from how tired he was as soon as harry pleaded him to get a drink somewhere, the younger lad shooting you a text to warn you and ask you about plan B.
you had almost teared up yourself at the idea of tom being completely drained from work, the mental image of him with dark bags under his pretty eyes, shoulders tensed from all the effort of the day and a neck and back ache that probably wouldn't let him have his good amount of hours of sleep.
thankfully, harry had gotten tom to go with him to the nearest market to grab some beers to drink while relaxing in the hotel room, the brunette following behind looking like a sad puppy. in the meanwhile, you had rushed to his hotel room, asked room service to bring some dinner and a good champagne bottle, while you put your laptop with netflix on and changed into some comfortable clothes.
when tom and harry were going up the lift, much to tom's relief, harry told him a lame excuse of having to finish a film for uni that userly left the older lad angry at him, having dragged him --almost against his will-- away from the bed he could've probably been peacefully sleeping in by that time (no matter how cold it felt without you in it-- he had grown used to it by now), but tom understoon nonetheless.
when he opened his hotel room, however, and froze in place when he saw the lights turned on, he slowly turned to look across the room, gasping silently when he met your eyes, your frame by the bed.
you looked cozy as ever; some sleeping shorts and one of his shirts, with some long socks to complete the outfit. a bright smile adorned you beautiful features, your hands nervously fidgeting in front of you.
tom's bottom lip had trembled, his eyes shining with unshed tears full of exhaustation and relief, and love. you had immediately left the side of the bed to run to him, taking your boyfriend in your arms.
that night tom was the little spoon.
today, though, nothing, absolutely nothing was coming to your mind. not one single idea.
tom had been home for three days now, and you were over the moon, of course. but you felt the need to do something, or give him something.
so, you were walking your way home from work, a frown between your brows as you focused on making a mental list of things tom likes, and what you could give him.
the thing is, tom doesn't really want something he doesn't have already.
that was until, from your peripheral vision, you saw a flash of bright, beautiful colors catch your attention. you turned, taking in the little flower shop stand, houndreds of different blooming flowers all over the place, leaving you in awe at the beautiful sight.
it made you think of that picnic you did last spring with tom, you noticed.
as soon as the thought crossed your head, you knew it.
"honey? i'm home!", you called, closing the apartment door behind you while taking your coat off.
you heard the padding of his socks against the ground before you saw him, and immediately smiled at the thought of him. god, how you'd missed him.
tom rounded the corner, body covered in his pink hoodie and some grey sweats, his feet protected from the cold floor by a pair of socks. he looked as comfy as ever, and you couldn't help but sigh at the sight of him, letting your eyes wander breafly through his figure.
after all, you had imagined him like this for way too long and, finally having him in front of you for real, you weren't planning on letting go anytime soon.
"hello to you, my darlin'," he greeted, opening his arms for you to step in, feet practically sliding their way to you instead of taking steps anymore. his arms fell shortly to the sides, though, head tilting to the side and making him look similar to a confused puppy when he noticed one of hands hidden behind your back.
"what'ya got there, y/n/n?" he asked, pointer finger pointing to your still unshown hand, his body leaning to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the hidden object.
slowly, you took a single red tulip from behind your back, holding it out for him to take. "got this for you, tommy," you informed him with a shy smile.
you giggled softly when you watched his expression, the same one you knew all too well on him. his eyebrows raised, mouth softly agape and brown, honey-filled eyes round and big.
his cheeks, previously pale with a little pink from the cold, were now slowly getting rosier, his ears turning full on red.
after a few seconds in awe, tom felt his eyes skip multiple beats at the simple act that he didn't know would have ever had this effect on him. "f-for me?", he stuttered. you simply nodded, wiggling the flower in your grasp, silently encouraging him to take it in his hands, which he did, bringing the petals to his nose to smell the sweet aroma quickly. "of course," you confirmed.
"i saw the flower and thought of you," you told him, his cheeks getting redder under the dim light of the hallway, and your insides fluttered a little with pride from being the one to get him like this-- all flustered and shy.
"tulips are supposed to mean perfect love. and, although i know our relationship isn't anywhere near perfection, i just-- i don't know... it's soft and special," you said, now being you whose cheeks were beginning to feel warmer. tom chuckled, the tips of his ears almost as red as the flower trapped between his fingers.
"how cheesy, lover," he wondered. "so unlike you."
you frowned, "okay, well. i take it back," you folded your arms over your chest, turning around to walk away. tom laughed joyly, stretching an arm to take a hold of yours, "no, no. come back," he turned you so you were facing him. "it was really sweet of you, angel. i appreaciate the gesture." his voice was gentle, one of his hands still grabbing your arm. with his free hand, he moved it to your face, digits softly pushing a few fallen strands of hair out of the way, so he could fully enjoy the sight of your warm eyes. his brown ones followed his actions.
"can i ask what's the occasion?"
you shrugged. "i thought the flower was pretty, and i also think you're pretty. there really wasn't much to think about," you giggled when you saw the red returning to the apple of his cheeks. he shook his head, looking down.
"you're gonna kill me, darling."
Clinging Onto You
Request: “HIII idk if your taking requests rn but I thought id put in an idea for a peter parker x stark!daughter fic where theyre in a secret relationship and they get exposed somehow? im thinking kinda angsty like he walks in to the compound all bloody or something AHH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but thats pretty much it but yeah! i love your stuff btw!!”
Summary: The Avengers unexpectedly find out that Tony’s daughter Y/N and Peter are dating.
Authors Note: Set during No Way Home, in an AU that everyone survived Endgame.
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Peter felt his heart practically lurch out of his body when saw Y/N falling. In a snap, he forgot about his mission, he forgot about the other Peters, he forgot about everything. The only thing concerning him was his girlfriend’s safety. It was so high up his priority list that it consumed him, and to see her safety be threatened lit a fuel he didn’t know he had.
He didn’t think, or hear, or speak when he ran and leapt, diving after her with his arm outstretched. Faster, he thought to himself, as the image of complete terror overwhelming Y/N was burned into his mind, her bone-shattering scream sure to leave his ears ringing for days.
The tips of their fingers were inches away, he was nearly there, just about to lock his tight grip on her shaky hand when bam—the wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown off to the side, too far away from Y/N for his liking.
Recovering quickly, Peter’s spider sense directed his fingers to scrape at and clutch the edge of the construction site. Using all his upper body strength, he pulled himself up and scrambled across. His eyes were wide as a bug’s as he searched the abyss of construction for his falling girlfriend, about to send a thwip of webs in her direction when he didn’t see her.
He panted. Had she fallen? Was she—?
From his position, Peter didn’t spot that the other Peter had caught Y/N with tears in his eyes about the girl he wish he could’ve caught. On the tip of a spiral of hatred and despair, his saving grace was found when Peter 3’s voice came over their shared comm system.
“Peter, Peter 1, I caught Y/N. She’s okay, just a little shaken up.”
After the initial shock were off, Peter’s influx of grief was replaced with waves of relief. His ability to breathe became easier and he felt his muscles lose their tension. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he croaked in response.
Later on, when Peter saw the back of Green Goblin standing mere feet away from him, a desire for vengeance flashed through his eyes. He narrowed in on his target and walked towards him, arms outstretched to do something—anything—when he was stopped.
“Eh eh eh, don’t do anything too quickly,” his sneaky, drawling voice came.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, watching as the man slowly turned around. Then, his eyes widened, seeing the person who was with the villain. None other than the love of his life, his girlfriend Y/N, the daughter of one of the most famous heroes ever. Green Goblin had an arm around her, tightly holding her back. Fear was in her eyes as she struggled in vain.
“Let her go, Goblin,” Peter ordered in a low voice, slowing down his movements. In the back of his mind, he wondered where the other Peters were. This was very inconvenient.
He had the nerve to laugh a sick laugh and it made Peter’s blood boil with anger. “I said, let her go!” He repeated, raising his voice to yell.
Green Goblin ignored this and took a step forward, dragging Y/N along with him. “I observed your reaction when she fell, Parker. Quite distraught you were when you didn’t catch her, hmm? I’ll let her go . . . when you admit, in front of the cameras, who the daughter of Stark is to you and why you hid her from the public like your identity!” He said.
For the first time, Peter’s eyes flickered up and he noticed the cameras circling the air above them from helicopters. All news stations, most likely, broadcasting the footage to the entire globe. And, if the entire globe was seeing it, that meant the Avengers were watching, too.
(And, back at the Avengers tower, the team was watching in half-shock, half-fear. They had known that this was a fight Peter needed to do by himself, so they refrained from suiting up, but the involvement of Y/N changed it at all.)
His eyes flickered over to Y/N anxiously, who was still determined and not giving up in her fight for freedom. He couldn’t trust that Green Goblin would stay true to his word. “Why do you want me to say this?” Peter questioned.
Green Goblin pursed his lips. “Oh, Peter, I thought you were smarter than this,” he began condescendingly. “Don’t you know that my goal is to cause you as much pain as possible? You’re hiding something. You’re hiding her. And I will force it out of you, one way or another.”
When Peter hesitated, still not trusting him, Green Goblin took it a step forward. Reaching into a pocket, the young hero only saw a flash of what it was in his hand before he injected it into Y/N’s neck. Gasping, Y/N began to fight even harder, although it didn’t do anything.
“This, son, is a poison I developed. It’s quick-acting. She gets the antidote when you tell me what I want to know,” the villain threatened.
Peter’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth, prepared to spill it all, when he caught sight of the other Peters stealthily approaching from behind Green Goblin. Within a split second, they attacked. Peter 3 pulled the man back with his webs while Peter 2 administered the cure.
At the sudden loss of his grip on her, Y/N stumbled forward. Peter leapt to catch her, wrapping his arms wound her protectively and pulling her close. “The antidote!” He yelled to Peter 2. “It’s somewhere in his pocket!”
Peter 2 jumped into action, reaching into Green Goblin’s pocket. When he grabbed the antidote, he tossed it to Peter. Peter caught it and injected into Y/N. For a split second, her eyes widened, but she soon relaxed. “Thank you,” she murmured into her boyfriend’s shoulder.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the comfort that Y/N just being safe was bringing to him. He only opened his eyes when he felt the wind hit his face, blinking and making out the Avengers’ Quinjet arriving before all the team members stepped out. While the other Peters returned to their own universes, Tony led the team towards the embracing teenagers.
“Y/N, Peter, are you guys alright?” He asked worthily, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.
Turning around, Y/N gladly fell into her father’s arms. Meanwhile, Peter blinked at the sudden loss of her touch. It felt like he was missing something. “I’m—I’m fine. Just cuts and bruises. But Y/N—” he began to say, as the rest of the Avengers crowded around them.
Y/N shook her head, melting back into the safety next that was her boyfriend, leaning against him. “I feel—I feel . . . I’m fine, okay? Don’t worry about me,” she mumbled into Peter’s shoulder. No one was convinced.
Before Tony could start an argument with his daughter out of concern, Natasha stepped in. “Let’s get you guys on the Quinjet. Bruce will have to check you both over just in case,” she directed softly, leading them onto the Quinjet.
Peter and Y/N stayed to the back, away from everyone else. Although Tony had wanted to join his daughter, Steve had steered him away, whispering about how they needed some space with each other to process everything. On the Quinjet, everyone took their seats. Normally Natasha and Clint would pilot, but this time they put it on autopilot. Peter and Y/N settled into seats next to each other, with Y/N wrapping both arms around one of Peter’s.
Bruce was able to clean and disinfect Peter’s cuts, but then he had to switch to Y/N. “I want to have F.R.I.D.A.Y do a medical scan and take a sample of blood just to be sure. We couldn’t really tell what happened with Goblin from the T.V, but it was obviously something,” he said.
At that, Peter looked around. Everyone — except for Tony that is, who was looking at the teens intently — averted their gaze at Bruce’s words. He had wondered if they heard what Green Goblin had said, and it was obvious by now that they had. He silently thanked them for not bringing it up, even though they wanted to.
“He poisoned me, but Peter gave me the antidote. ‘M fine,” she mumbled tiredly.
“P-poison?” Tony coughed out, his eyes wide. He wasn’t the only one shocked and concerned, but the others hid it better.
“Let’s go over to somewhere where there’s more light so we can make sure,” Bruce instructed softly, before standing up and moving to the center of the ship, where the light from the ceiling was shining down.
Y/N went to to follow him, her grip on Peter never lessening. Peter didn’t mind, he was more than happy to hold onto her. He joined them both, and thankfully FRIDAY was intelligent enough to be able to scan Y/N without needing Peter to step aside. He patiently waited for Bruce to take Y/N’s finger prick, and the couple watched as he analyzed the incoming scan.
“You seem okay, the antidote worked quickly . . . But the poison and antidote has some side effects and has weakened you. You’ll need to rest like Peter,” Bruce concluded. “I’ll analyze your blood just to make sure.”
As soon as she was given the green light, Y/N wasted no time in during around and plopping herself in her seat. Peter gladly joined her.
When the Quinjet reached the compound, everyone began organizing themselves. Natasha took it upon herself to wake the now-sleeping teenagers, who had wrapped themselves around each other. Y/N’s legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Peter had his arms wrapped around her, his head resting against her own.
Everyone had noticed — except Tony, that was, who was too worried about his daughter to notice anything else. However, no one said a word, wanting them to sleep. ￼
When Natasha approached the teens, she reached her hand out to shake Peter’s shoulder, when Y/N shifted. After a moment, she settled, but her mumbling came not long after. Natasha didn’t catch what she said, but when she moved around more, it woke Peter up.
“Wha—” Peter started to mumble himself, blinking a couple times before turning to Y/N. Recognizing the situation, he shifted, pulling Y/N closer. In response, Y/N kept moving around, but couldn’t go anywhere in Peter’s arms.
“Catch me, please,” she whispered in her sleep, making Peter’s and Natasha’s eyes widen.
“Y/N, Y/N, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” Peter said, his voice loud but still kind, wasting no time in gently shaking her shoulder. This got everyone’s attention, stopping what they were doing to turn to the teenagers and the Widow.
“Pe—ter, catch me!” Y/N yelled, kicking her leg out and hitting the air. She tossed and turned and Peter had to tighten his grip on her so she didn’t accidentally fall onto the ground.
“Y/N, wake up,” he repeated, pausing before ultimately cupping her cheek in his hand. The comforting touch instantly drew her from her restless sleep, and as soon as she became aware, she was looking around hurriedly. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Y/N relaxed, wrapping her arms around Peter and pulling herself closer to him — if that was even possible. He adjusted himself so she was sitting in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, head nestled into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back, his chin on his shoulder, glancing at the other Avengers.
After a few minutes of small mumblings from Peter about how he was here for her and how she was safe, Steve cleaned his throat. “We’re ready,” he announced to the team, although it was clear who his intended target was. Everyone but Peter and Y/N had their stuff.
The team stood up, Tony and Natasha grabbing Y/N and Peter’s belongings, while Peter stood up, carrying his girlfriend. No one said a word about it until they reached the compound’s living room, where Y/N had fallen asleep and Peter had laid her carefully on the couch.
“What was that?” Tony asked, coughing. His voice was thick with emotion and hoarse.
When Peter turned around, wearing a tired, concerned, and sad expression, Tony opened his mouth to retract the question. He was about to say that it was fine, he could hear about it another time, but Peter already started talking.
“During the fight, she-she fell. I dived after her but was knocked out of the way. I assumed the worst, but one of the other Peters caught her,” he explained, averting his gaze and ultimately squeezing his eyes shut as he recalled the utter fear that ran through his blood. He let the team adjust to this for a couple seconds, since he wasn’t done speaking. “Then, Goblin must’ve grabbed her. He wanted me to . . . to admit who she is to me because he wanted to hurt me. I was reluctant, how could I trust him? So he poisoned her, but the other Peters arrived and we got the antidote for her and cured him.”
Tony’s gaze fell to his daughter. “Oh my god,” he whispered, gravitating towards her and kneeling down. Reaching out to brush the hair away from her face, he looked up at Peter as he pieced the puzzle together. “Are you two in a relationship with each other?” He asked.
Peter slowly looked around at everyone in the room, all still processing what he had just revealed. “We were going to tell you,” he admitted. It was the truth.
Tony nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up. He turned to Peter and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Get some rest, Pete. You did great today,” he said.
Blinking, Peter nodded a little numbly. However, he couldn’t hide his tired, goofy smile as he let himself flop on the couch next to Y/N. He pulled his girlfriend closer to himself, knowing that it wouldn’t wake her up. Steve threw a blanket over them and the team all took their seats, beginning a quiet conversation. Closing his eyes, Peter continued to smile as he was holding Y/N and feeling her warmth, letting his team’s soft and low voices lull him to sleep.
It would take a while for them to be okay again, but they worked through it together. And now, at least, they didn’t need to hide it from the Avengers anymore. (Although they did have to deal with Sam and Bucky’s constant teasing).