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hope-to-hell · 5 months

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Fulgurite Dreams, chapter four: Stones Along the Path

Adrian Toomes x Reader. A little smut. Things are coming to a head.

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(Hey, uh, Mr. T? What the fuck?

Listen, kid. I’ve seen you out there. And you could damn well use a second set of eyes.)

He’ll be okay. He will. He will. It’s just this moment to get through, this gasping wet red mist that catches on his lips and lashes, this not as bad as it looks. Promise.

That’s good, because you look like hell.

He’ll be okay with a few new scars that, given time, will catch on the furrows of his brow and be memorialized there. But tonight blood runs in rivulets down his face and he’s leaning back against the shower wall with his eyes shut tight;

Guess I’m not as fast as I used to be

his belly twitches beneath the spread of your fingers

and I know I said I was done with it all

and he shifts his feet

but it looks like it isn’t done with me.

and brings his hand up to cover yours.

It’s okay to worry about him, mind. He’s a tough sonuvabitch but he’s still just a man at the end of the day: a man who aches and bleeds, a man who’s gonna feel every scrape and bruise in the morning. It's okay if your words don’t come out right, if instead they manifest as a half-spoken can I just that hangs about your lips. He hears the meaning just the same. And what could be better now than his hand guiding yours around his cock, urging you to lean against him and so what if the angle’s off? You’ve got him here where the outside world can’t reach in, where it’s just you and him and the fading scent of copper.

Adrian—

Later, sweetheart. Now c’mere.

Dream about his eyes rolled back. Dream about all the many thoughts that spill like ribbons from his eyes, his mouth, his ears; he whispers none of this is real but all of it is true. He’s tangled in velvet and satin, throwing light in one moment and absorbing it the next. Wrap him in leather, in raw skin still slick with blood and fat. Hold him close, even as he slips through your fingers.

I worry.

I know.

He swallows a strange small sound, a pebble in a deep well; he breathes harshly wet and for a moment his body is unfathomably heavy, leaning on you with the weight of worlds. But his head tilts back to thump against the tile and when he opens his eyes they cut like knives through the shower’s haze.

What are you gonna tell him?

The truth, mostly.

(Kid.

Yeah?

I’m gonna tell you a story, and you’re gonna listen.)

Is it really a secret if they both know?

(For a while, we were enemies. I hope that’s changed.)

If they were both remade by this strange new world, does that mean they’re kin?

(You shouldn’t hunt alone.

I’m not— what’s happening? I don’t get it. )

He stands in the kitchen with a knife in his hand. It’s a warning and a wager: I’m willing to bet these stars can change. He stands and smiles and draws the line: this is where I kill you for your secrets, and this is where I let it go. In his mind’s eye, he flicks the blade and watches close for where it lands.

(Wind’s shifted.)

One for glory. Two for grace. Three for blood and four for bone. Five to fly and six to fall. Adrian throws the dice.

That’s how it is, honey. I don’t like it either but I have to see this through.

(You can’t fight the whole world, kid. What are you gonna do when you have to take a life?

Maybe I won't have to.

And if you do?)

Bone shards reach skyward through his empty eyes; he breathes dust and oil and fuck, don’t let this—he’s okay, he’s okay, it’s gonna be fine — oh Adrian, honey, what have you done?

Same thing I always do, sweetheart: ride the updraft. He whispers thick wet secrets in your ear. It’ll be alright.

(Besides. What would Liz say if I let you do this on your own? Let an old man be selfish. Don’t make me disappoint my little girl.)

I need to put this right. Damn kid thinks he can handle this, but it’s gonna take more than a few webs and some smartass comments. I don’t want him to carry that weight.

Once upon a time, a man walked away from a black-market empire. He took his wings and left his crew earthbound, hungering after that last big job that would’ve made all their dreams come true, that would’ve weighed down their pockets for the rest of their lives. But the thing is,

(It’s like riding a bike)

hunger has a way of driving men mad.

Time to go hunting.

#adrian toomes #toomes #Adrian toomes fic #adrian toomes x reader #Adrian toomes x you #spiderman mcu #spiderman mcu fic #spiderman homecoming #spiderman homecoming fic #fulgurite dreams

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ikarakie · 10 months

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one thing you learn living in new york: you literally never know what's going to happen the next day. it's become a general rule of thumb to expect the unexpected, so to speak.

despite this, when the avengers get reports of iron man flying in circles over queens, growing more frantic by the second, they're confused. mainly because they're currently sat at a table with tony stark himself. and, according to his ai, the suit that's out causing mayhem is still securely stored downstairs.

they all head out to see what the hell is going on. they meet with strange on the way, who mutters something about inter-dimensional disturbances and whatnot.

spider-man gets to the scene just before them. the second iron man visibly freezes when he spots him in his red and blue glory. "mr. stark?" they hear him ask. they see as he turns and spots them, and then does a double take. "what's going on?"

"underoos!" real tony calls, nervous, at the same time as the other one spots them, and then lurches forward to all but manhandle peter behind him.

the avengers all tense, readying for a fight. fake tony raises a repulsor. "i just want the kid. i don't want to fight."

"you don't belong here." strange says, infuriatingly calm. "i don't know how you got here, but you need to go home." fake tony nods. strange adds, "you can't take him with you." which earns him a rather mean blast. luckily, he ducks out of the way.

the poor kid is whipping his head back and forth, clearly confused. tony's stomach twists unhappily. "you don't understand," fake tony hisses, "all the work it took to get here. i'm not going home without him."

"you have to." strange takes a step forward, "you can't transport him between universes. it's not viable." the lenses on peter's suit widen, and he looks at the fake tony.

"he's from another universe?" steve asks, disbelieving. strange nods, and opens his mouth to say something more, but is cut off by the other-universe tony. he removes his faceplate, revealing a tony stark that is far more haggard than anyone had ever seen before. he's thinner, his eyes are darker, pleading. he looks like a man who's lost everything.

tony looks to peter, who's still staring, wide-eyed. he can see the gears in his head moving but can't decipher why.

"you dimension hopped to kidnap the kid?" tony asks, a little unfocused. the kid was in danger, and it was all he could think about. "why?" peter turns to him, then back to tony number two. he gasps as something apparently clicks in his brain.

he steps forwards, rounds the other-universe tony and stands in front of him. he instantly lowers the repulsor. "because i'm dead." peter says, confidently.

everyone pauses. they look at the spider like he's gone insane, because he clearly isn't dead, not anymore, at least. but other-universe tony looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him. "pete-"

peter deactivates his mask. "right?" he asks. other-universe tony frantically looks over his face.

"it's my fault." he says, softly. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry, pete. i'm-"

"come out of the suit."

other-universe tony pauses. "what?"

"come out here, please." peter asks again. other-universe tony does as he asks, stumbling out and immediately into the open and waiting arms of the baby spider. it seems to break him, the embrace; all at once he loses any trace of intimdation and anger and sobs, curling around the boy as much as he can. peter seems unphased, unlike the other heroes, and shushes him. "it's okay, mr. stark. it's not your fault," he murmurs soothingly, only reaching their ears due to the intercom on his suit. "it was never your fault. i chose this, i chose to come up there. i didn't regret it for a second."

other-universe tony heaves. "i was supposed to protect you. i failed. i failed and you're gone and you were so scared and i couldn't do anything-"

"you're wrong," peter soothes, and it's a weird image. the child comforting the adult. "if he was anything like me, then-" for a second, his eyes cut back to this-universe tony. "then he was glad you were there when he was dying. you made him feel safer. it would've been so much worse without you."

and then it all clicks for tony. this was a version of him from a world post-snap, who'd watched a kid he considered his own fade to dust in his arms. who sat in his own guilt, and shame, and loneliness. he knew the feeling all too well, and this tony had crossed dimensions to try and get his kid back in any way possible.

if it were for anyone but peter parker, this tony would've said it was a little dramatic.

he's sent home eventually, the other tony, after some more comforts and a not so subtle hint as to how they got everyone back after the snap, much to strange's dismay. later, real tony sits in the lab, watching peter from across a table, and he asks, "how'd you figure it out?"

"figure what out, mr. stark?"

"why that other me was here." peters looks up from whatever he's tinkering with. frowns.

"well, you invented time travel to get me back," he says. "why would you stop before dimension travel? it just made the most sense." tony has half a mind to argue, but one look at his lab: a midtown high hoodie draped over the back of a chair, a teenager's backpack in the corner, a seperated table with it's own organisational pattern and piles of blueprints, a report card pinned to a board, and a spiderman charm hanging from dum-e, he figures the kid is right.

"yeah, well, i love you a little too damn much then, don't i?" he doesn't think about the words before he says them. he's felt it for so long it feels like a second instinct.

luckily he gets no time to panic. because peter immediately lights up, says, "i love you too." and gets back to work.

damn kid.

#dont ask me when in canon this is set cos it isnt #irondad #spiderman #iron man #tony stark #peter parker #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #spiderman no way home #irondad fic #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #spider son #irondad angst #kinda #lol

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ad7red · 11 months

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Hey!! Can I have Peter and his gf who's not rlly smart but catches a mistake Peter made in his hw and teases him but he doesn't mind? Thanks xx!

smarty pants | peter parker.

bf!peter parker x reader

this has been sitting in my inbox for a WHILEE i am sorry!

not proofread, no warnings

you had just bombed your math quiz and you could not feel any worse. math just wasn’t your thing, ela or history? sure, but math and you were never getting along. and that was a fact.

the only person who might’ve been able to raise your spirits was your one and only genius vigilante boyfriend, peter. which led to you vigorously knocking on his apartment door like you did many times, expecting to be greeted by a familiar peter, instead being met with his aunt may.

“hey, there sweet pea! peter won’t be home for a while, but would you like to come in and wait in his room for him?” you nodded while thanking her, being in his room would help remind you of him.

she walked you to his room, though being here so many times you know the place like the back of your hand.

when you walked into his room you were welcomed with messy algebra homework as well as half-done history homework scattered all over his desk.

you hopped down onto his undone bed and patiently waited for peter to come back to tell him all about how math was the worst subject known to man.

after what felt like forever you finally heard the bedroom door creek open, with the curly head following.

“hey, sunshine? how are you?” he said while placing a kiss on top of your forehead. you pouted before responding, and that’s when peter knew he was in for a doozy.

“terrible! peter, i failed my math quiz!” flapping your arms up and down for emphasis. peter patted your shoulder, his way of saying ‘i’m sorry’.

“c'mon, it can’t be that bad” peter was sorely mistaken. it was that bad.

“i got a 25%.” he made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, as though it physically hurt him to hear that grade.

“i mean, whose bright idea was it to come up with trigonometric functions? when will i ever use that in my entire life?” you began to rant. the grade was irritating you considering you’ve never gotten lower than a c in math.

“okay, come show me what you need trouble with.” peter said while pulling you up from his bed and leading you to his untidy desk.

you told him what was confusing you and he thoroughly explained it, but you couldn't seem to focus with that history homework on his desk.

“it's italy.”

“what..?”

“which country did the renaissance begin in? you said germany but it's italy.” he quickly scanned over the question again, skimming over the small paragraph before it.

“you got me, good job smarty pants!” he wasn’t sour or bitter about it all. if anything, he was happy, he knew how much it would mean to you if you corrected the smartest person you knew.

“i am a bit of smarty pants aren’t i?” and with that both you and peter started to explode in a fit of giggles.

#LMFAO i remember when i got a 25 on my test #peter parker aka THE smarty pants #sam writes #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm fic #tasm!peter x reader #bf!peter #fluff #mcu #mcu x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman homecoming

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fotibrit · 10 months

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love the idea of pepper, tony, and peter just chillin eating dinner and tony and pepper are swapping stories about the most ridiculous situations they’ve been in (“I fell out of space. hulk caught me!” “yeah well i was set on fire from the inside!”) and peter decides this is the perfect time to tell them he was once crushed under a building without his suit

#tony stark #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic ideas #pepper potts #ironfam #marvel mcu #peter parker #spiderman #spider man homecoming #just imagine the chaos #tony: you were WHAT

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creamecafe · 3 days

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Dating MCU!Peter Parker HCs

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff and suggestive themes but nothing explicit, mostly allusions.

Before finding out he's Spider-Man

Sweetest boyfriend to exist

He loves you crazy much

Golden retriever vibes (More like Brown Retriever because of his hair but you get the point)

Doesn't know what to do with PDA

You guys could be dating for a month or a year and he still doesn't know whether to hold your hand or put your hand around your waist

Loves building Legos with you

Study dates are a must have for him

After finding out he's Spider-Man

Finding out he was Spider-Man was a huge roller coaster

I mean him hiding a secret from you that he's Spider-Man? Not a chance in the world could he cover it up.

The poor boy couldn't even hide that he had the hugest crush on you since Kindergarten

Aunt May loves you. Like a lot

She would let you sleep over if you had no place to go.

Gives you food, drives you and Peter around, basically treating you like she would treat Peter

Jokes about you and Peter doing something naughty

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. What are you guys up to?"

"Hi Aunt May, we're just studying

"Oh alright, if you're going to be "studying", make sure you use protection. I could go to the store right now to get you some condoms."

"Aunt May!"

Being awesome friends with Ned, MJ, and Betty (Flash tries to act like a friend but is only nice to Peter because your dating him)

Flash would hit on you even though you gave multiple signs that your not interested in him

Peter just gets worried that he's not enough for you.

He's insecure of how much money he has, if your bored of him, etc.

But you always tell him you love him and don't care how much he has

Sharing playlists with him on Spotify is love language to him (No premium, but that's ok because you guys have memorized the ads to keep you guys entertained)

Upside down kisses makes him weak (or is it the blood rushing to his head when's he upside down?)

Swings around New York with you to help ease stress or to spend time with you

Talks about you a lot to the Avengers and especially Tony

Could never forgive himself if you ever got hurt or Worse

But you assure him nothing will happen to you

He's such a aftercare sweetie

Gives you water, snacks and hugging you close

Praises you saying you did a good job and if he did anything that you didn't like or what he could do better

Loves discussing about the future with you

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lnfours · 9 months

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nonsense | t.h

summary -> inspired by ‘nonsense’ by sabrina carpenter. dedicated to @darling-im-wonderstruck and @kate-bishopss <3

au -> tom holland x singer!reader

wc -> 1.6k

warnings -> unedited, fluff, tom being bf material, a little bit of language and sexual innuendos

masterlist | listen

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you sighed softly as you sat in the interview chair, tapping your fingers against your leg as your hairstylist and makeup artist applied some last minute touches before the camera turned on.

your new single had been on top charts for the past couple months, your album was coming out in a few short weeks, a tour was on the agenda for later this year. everything felt like it was finally slotting into place.

your fans had shown an insane amount of support from the number of streams and pre-saves for your new music, everything career wise made you feel on top of the world.

personal life wise, not so much.

you had met tom awhile back, the two of you had instantly connected while he was filming the latest spider-man movie. you two had gone out on a couple dates, hooked up a few times, the usual.

he checked all the boxes. he was caring and sweet, he made you feel like a queen, and he made sure you knew just how special you were to him.

however, whenever he was around, you felt knots in your stomach. the nervousness would set in whenever he was near. whenever you talk, you’d feel like you were speaking nonsense. all the nervousness is what kept you from jumping into something with him, but he was adamant about waiting for you. he didn’t want anyone else but you.

he didn’t care if it made him sound desperate, didn’t care about the girls in his dms or the ones who would text him and ask if he was seeing anyone. he only wanted you.

the camera started rolling and the interviewer introduced herself, smiling to the camera before introducing you. you smiled and thanked her for having you on before she asked her first question.

“so, ‘nonsense’ has been a huge hit,” she started, “you sing some very, risqué, lyrics, while also talking about how this certain someone makes you feel. did you pull inspiration from real life to write this?”

you nodded, “yeah, i did. i mean, you know that feeling you get when you talk to your crush? the kind of feeling that makes your insides melt? that's kind of how i feel with this person, every time.”

she smiled, “do they know they make you feel that way?”

you nodded, letting out a soft chuckle, “they do, yeah.”

she continued with the next question, “so, fans have speculated that the song is about tom holland, and you guys have been spotted out and about over the past couple months. are they right?”

you shook your head, palms sweating as you thought out your answer, “they’re all so creative with their speculations, but no, it’s not. tom and i are just friends.”

she tilted her head, “really? i mean, so many people have put compilations together of the two of you together and it seems like there’s some real chemistry brewing there.”

you smiled politely, “yeah, no. he’s really sweet, but we’re just friends.”

you felt the knots in your stomach again as you talked about him. just the thought of him made your stomach erupt in butterflies, how were you supposed to be together?

the interview was over after some more questions about the album and tour. you walked back to the dressing room, grabbing your things. as you scrolled through the missed texts on your phone, only one stood out to you the most.

tom: you were great ❤️

you smiled softly, going to reply, but your thought were interrupted when your manager walked in the door.

“the cars here,” she smiled, “ready?”

you tucked your phone back into your purse, “yeah,”

you walked outside of the building, saying hi and greeting some fans who waited outside. you took pictures, signed autographs, but the only thing on your mind was that text.

you pulled your phone back out as you got into the car, the driver heading back to your apartment building.

y/n: thank you ❤️

your fingers hovered over the keyboard, contemplating sending what you were thinking. you didn't understand why you were so nervous around him, why everything he did made your heart race or why he made your tongue go numb like all of a sudden you’re speaking gibberish.

none of it made sense, but then again, did it really have to? wasn’t the whole point of falling in love with someone about risks and growing together?

it was, right?

wanna get dinner tonight?

you locked your phone as soon as the ‘read’ popped up at the bottom of your message. you nervously bounced your leg, trying to fight back the urge to say ‘never mind’ as you watched the city life outside the dark tinted window.

your phone buzzed twice in your hand and you hesitated before looking down at the message on your lockscreen.

thought you’d never ask

meet at your place around 7?

you smiled down at your phone, your manager looking over at you as she spoke up, “nice job dodging those questions about tom earlier. i know how important your private life is, we want to keep it that way.”

you nodded, typing back your response before looking back at her. desperately trying to steady your heartbeat.

sounds good, spider-boy ❤️

“yeah,” you sighed, “i mean its not like i completely lied to them. we are just friends.”

“friends who hook up and get dinner on sunset?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. you sighed as she giggled, “i mean, i know there’s something brewing, anyone with eyes does, but why wait?”

you shrugged, “he just makes me nervous, almost like he’s too good to be true.”

“for as long as i’ve known you, if anyone deserves the ‘it’s too good to be true’, it’s you.”

you nodded, a soft smile on your face as the driver pulled up in front of your apartment building. you said your goodbyes, heading into the building and making your way into the elevator. you sighed, pressing the button for your floor.

maybe she was right. she almost always was.

the next few hours felt like the longest ever as you got ready. your hair was still styled almost perfectly from before, you touched up your makeup, and slipped on one of your favorite dresses. you felt good, and you looked good.

you were in the bathroom, applying some lip gloss in the mirror when you heard the knock on the door. you ruffled your hair one last time before making your way down the stairs and to the door, the clicking of your heels echoing throughout the penthouse.

you opened the door, smiling as tom stood in a dress shirt and dress pants. his sunglasses pushed back the curls that would normally fall in front of his forehead.

he looked so damn good.

he could say the same about you, though. his eyes traveled down your body as soon as you opened the door. he smiled as he handed you the bouquet of flowers from his grasp.

you thanked him and let him inside. he closed the door behind him and followed you into the kitchen where you were adding the new bouquet to the vase on the island.

“you look gorgeous, love,” he smiled as he took your hand. you laughed as he spun you around in a small circle, pulling you into his chest.

the smell of his cologne was embedded in your brain. after many nights of rolling over and smelling it on the pillows on the other side of your bed, or on one of the blankets on the couch he claimed was his, it smelled familiar. the feeling it gave you almost felt like home.

“so do you,” you grinned, “where are you taking me tonight, holland?”

“mm,” he hummed, “i booked a reservation for that italian place you like.”

you felt your heartbeat quicken as his nose brushed up against yours, “the key to my heart.”

he laughed softly, “seems you figured out what the key to mine is.”

you sent him a questioning look, “what’s that?”

“writing a song about me,” he smiled, “or, as you say, ‘about you and me’.”

you let out a chuckle, “you listened to it?”

“of course,” he playfully rolled his eyes, “it’s an honor to have a pop hit written about me, y’know.”

you hit his arm playfully, “stop.”

“stop what?”

“being so,” you trailed off for a second, “perfect.”

“you deserve nothing less, y/n.”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and if he wasn’t holding you by the waist, you probably would’ve toppled over.

“you just make me so nervous,” you breathed out, “i’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”

he smiled, “me either,” you returned the smile, “i know i’ve said it before, but i want it all with you. all the nervous jitters, the pillow talks, the dancing in the kitchen, all of it.”

in that moment, you put your nerves aside and let yourself give in.

“i want it all with you, too,” you mumbled, leaning closer to his lips. he smiled against yours as he kissed you sweetly, the both of you pulling away and erupting into soft chuckles.

your laugh grew louder when he picked you up, ignoring your protesting as he started up the stairs to your bedroom.

“what about our dinner reservation?” you laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants.

“you asked how quickly i can take my clothes off,” he said as he laid you down on your bed, “and there’s only one way to find out, love.”

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💌 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 :)

xoxo,

jordan <3

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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months

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Nightingale - Peter Parker

In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work. wc: 830 Italics = flashbacks. there's a hint of tony stark in here if you squint Nightingale: a small passerine bird best known for its powerful and beautiful song

There was something familiar about him, you told yourself, but it seemed just about impossible to pin point where exactly you knew the man from. You blinked twice, breaking the eye contact with him to glance down at the packet of bandages you held in your hand. Clearing your throat, you made your way to the feminine hygiene section, looking for a pair of tweezers that would hopefully fix your problem. When you looked up again, the same man reappeared in the same isle as you, but he quickly looked away when your eyes met his once more. Jesus, you had too many enemies.

The hand free from the grocery basket you held went into your pocket, securing a grip around the pocket knife you held; it would be too risky to use your powers unmasked in public. Your father would be furious if your identity was discovered. Putting your head down, you sped up your pace, making your way towards the check out, when you bumped into someone. A loud clatter of your basket hitting the floor alerted a few customers, and your now unoccupied hand came up to grip your opposite forearm. You groaned as the man scrambled to get your things, the glass shards in your covered arm inevitably having been pushed deeper into your skin.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- you're just, I swear I feel like I've seen you before." It was him again. At the lack of an answer, he looked at where you were gripping your arm, and it looked like something in him clicked.

It dawned on you. Oh, him and his stupid spider-tingles.

"You know there's no use in running. Just tell me what you know and maybe we won't be so harsh on you." He teased. You laughed whole-heartedly, flicking through the pages of the magazine on the desk. "How bold of you to assume I'm running. I'm just getting the job done, Spider-man." He crossed his arms, the eyes on his mask getting smaller, so you assumed he wasn't very happy with you. "Just wait for it." You stated, and immediately, he was back onto you.

You dodged the webs he shot at you, instead stepping closer to him and whispering "I heard a secret..." Your voice echoed in the room, which hinted at you that he was under your spell, but a bang from behind you had you off your feet, your back slamming against the the floor. There was a ringing in your ears and a blinding pain in your left arm, which you tried to shake off, getting back on your feet instead. A muffled "I had everything under control!" told you that now was the best time to make your escape. "When I fucking hear 'I heard a secret', no one is in control but her!" The job was done, and clearly all pleasantries were over.

While Spider-Man continued his argument with his mentor or teammate, you made your way over to the glass window that had just been broken from behind the second hero. You continued your spell "I heard a secret that Spider-Man would take off his mask for me." Just as the man took off his mask, hair falling into his face, his mentor yelled, spinning towards you and shooting at you to protect his teammate. You leaped out the broken window, barely getting a glimpse of Spider-Man's real face...

"Nightingale..." He whispered, his wide brown eyes now frozen on you. "Well who knew I could've saved myself the trouble of making you remove that mask for me?" You joked, still clutching your arm. "You're hurt." He said, reaching for your arm. You flinched away from him, snatching the basket from his hands. "What? Do you care about me Spider-Man?" He shushed you loudly, looking around at the other customers whose attention was still on you. "I didn't want to hurt you- I just wanted to do my job."

"Oh don't worry, it wasn't you. That little mentor of-"

"He's not my mentor!"

You both went silent. You nodded at him in acknowledgement, spinning on your heels. "Well it was good to see you Spider-Man!" Scurrying footsteps behind you told you that he wasn't done. "I can't just let you go!" He whispered, now walking beside you. "Why don't you come home with me and I can fix you up and then... Then we can talk about it?" You chuckled, smiling up at him. "Hey, I can't just go home with someone whose name I don't even know." You joked.

"I'm Peter Parker." You went still, stopping in your steps. Turning towards him with wide eyes, your jaw went slack. "I'm Peter Parker and I know you wouldn't do what you do if he wasn't your father." You gasped, quickly breaking eye contact with him. "How do you-"

"Come on, we'll talk about it."

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aes70 · 28 days

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Loving “Too Sweet” by Hozier so much that I HAD to write a fic with Tony and Peter.

#iron man #marvel #tony stark #kinda irondad #but definitely not #peter parker #marvel mcu #mcu #spider man #spiderman homecoming #starker fic #starker #peter parker x tony stark #hozier #too sweet

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sadslay · 2 years

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- INVISIBLE ⋆☆ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 ⋆☆ PART ONE

↳ agent profile

↳ enhanced agents

↳ veiled soldier

full name: y/n l/n

date of birth: may 2000

abilities: invisibility

enhanced physical combat

enhanced intelligence

kills: 97

notes: no trace of biological parents

reassigned to the care of natasha romanoff in

2014

"y/n?" a muffled voice call.

sliding my headphones down to the base of my neck, i slammed my locker shut before turning around to inspect where the voice was coming from. as i turned around there were several students walking up and down the hall but one face caught my attention. a few meters away stood peter parker with his back to a locker as he stared at me in disbelief.

"peter?" i smiled as i began to walk in his direction.

"what uh- what are you doing here?" he asked as his friends head popped put from behind his locker door.

"i uh- i'm studying here until nat gets back."

"wha- whe, sorry." he breathed as he was still trying to process my changed appearance. "who are you staying with?"

"one of tonys apartments a few blocks away." i smiled weakly. “got the whole place to myself.” i muttered sarcastically.

“mr. stark?” peter whispered.

"tony?" peters friend asked. "as in tony stark?"

"you must be ned." i smiled. "i'm y-"

"y/n, yeah i know." he cut me off as he began to smile. "you're the veiled solider right?" he asked quietly.

"yeah." i smiled weakly.

“cool.” he grinned. “do you know peter from the internship?”

“internship?” i frowned, looking at peter who’s eyes had widened as he looked at me before turning to ned.

“yeah, uh we were in the same devision.” he spoke in a shaky voice. “hey, uhm could i talk to you for a minute?”

peter bite down on his lip nervously as he waited for a response from me. i shrugged before nodding my head causing peter to hold onto my hand as he pulled me down the hall until he found a quieter corridor.

“what internship is ned asking about?” i smiled trying not to laugh at peters flustered state.

“he doesn’t know, no one does.” he whispered loudly.

“about you being-“

“yes!” he snapped is a hushed whisper cutting me off.

“wow.” i huffed. “i’m surprised you can keep a secret, especially one like this.” i smirked.

“please don’t tell him.” he pleaded as he began to fidget with the bottom of his shirt.

“relax parker, i’m not going to tell anyone.” i smiled a little more warmly, trying not to scare him off.

“thank you.” he breathed, finally relaxing a little. “a-and i’m sorry about ned, bringing up the whole-“

“it’s fine.“ i cut him off. “hey, uhm did you wanna come over tomorrow?” i asked.

peters mouth gaped open causing me to panic a little. as he tried to speak, nothing came out but sounds of him half stuttering a word.

“y-you uh, you could bring ned and maybe we could watch a movie.” i suggested, not wanting to be rejected.

i was not only desperate to befriend peter but to not spend another weekend alone. after natasha went into hiding, tony took me under his wing. he had brought me an apartment near the school and he would visit me every week or so to check in. peters eyes widened at my question. it took him a second or two to stutter out a response.

“ye-yeah sure.” he stuttered.

i looked down at the bag slung over my shoulder and hanging up the bottom of my waist. i searched through the bag and eventually found a pen.

with peter watching every move, i took peters hand and began to write my address and number on his palm. the tip of the pen tickled peters palm and he tried his hardest not to squirm.

“i’ll see you tomorrow.” i smiled, gently letting go of his hand.

before peter could say anything, i used both of my hands to slide my headphone back onto my head, the music softly playing as i began to walk towards my next class.

after getting a few quiet knocks at my door, i got up from my bed and jogged over to the door. brushing my hair out of my face i swung the door open to find peter standing a few feet away from the door.

he was wearing a t-shirt with a math joke printed on the front with a blue unzipped jumper and a khaki green jacket over the top. a soft smile crept onto his lips as he waited for something to happen.

“no ned?” i asked.

“n-no uh, he uh had some stuff come up.” peter managed to stutter. “i-is that okay?”

“yeah, totally.” i smirked as i stepped back to allow peter to walk through.

“so, uh what movies were you thinking?” peter asked as he wandered into the main living space of my apartment.

“well, i’ve got a bunch of the old star wars movies we could watch or-“

“star wars is good.” he smiled, turning back around to see me in the kitchen. “i d-didn’t know you liked star wars.”

“theres a lot of things you don’t know about me parker.” i smiled as i began to walk over to my couch as i carried two glasses of water. “should we start with episode one?”

“yeah.” peter nodded as he followed me to the couch.

as i sat down on one side of the couch, peter sat in the middle, only a few inches away from me. after a minute or two, the movie began to play causing them both to relax a little.

“f.r.i.d.a.y, lights down.” i spoke clearly.

slowly the apartment lights began to dim, the only light coming from the near by bedroom window. as the theme song began to play, i got a little more comfortable, slouching into the couch. peter sat mostly up right with his hands by his side.

peters body tensed when my hand brushed up against his.

“are you okay?” i asked as i had noticed peters breathing becoming heavy.

“ye-yeah.” he managed to stutter as his eyes darted all over the room. “th-this is j-just my favourite part.”

i turned to look at the screen to see padme amidala being attacked by a stout brute, half of her shirt being ripped off in the process.

“really?” i questioned as i turned to look back at peter.

“uh yes.” he frowned quickly looking at the screen. “o-one of my favourites.” he corrected.

“sure.” i laughed quietly. “your favourite also when jabba the hutt has leia as his little pet?” i smirked, watching peter grow even more flustered.

“wh- ah no, no.”

“i’m just teasing parker.” i began to giggle.

“ri-right.” he smiled weakly, finally looking at blair who was closely watching peter. “sorry.”

“stop apologising.” she smiled.

while i was watching the movie i could feel peters eyes watching me.

“you’re missing the movie.” i smirked.

as i turned to look at peter, he quickly snapped his head back to the screen.

“ri-right sorry.” he mumbled, trying to stay focused on the screen.

after a second or two i noticed herself watching peter as his eyes desperately tried to stay focused on the screen. slowly peter began to turn head back to me. i could hear peters breath become unsteady. my lips lingered inches away from peters. my eyes kept wandering between peters eyes and lips, too nervous to do anything, peter stayed completely still.

i moved her hand to peters cheek before gently kissing him. when peter didn’t pull away, i couldn’t help but smile. as our lips began to move in perfect harmony the kiss grew more passionate.

i felt truly euphoric. peters hands moved from the couch to the sides of my hips. i pulled herself closer to peter as my fingers began to run through peters hair, sending him into a spiral.

“wh-wait.” peter mumbled as he pulled away from my lips. “i-is this okay?”

i happily agreed, biting down on my bottom lip. after a second or two, i pulled peter back into my embrace allowing our lips to reconnect. i could tell peter was growing desperate for my touch as his kisses became hungrier. i could feel him weakly tugging at my waist, peters fingers gently digging into my skin.

slowly, with the help of peter, i slide over onto his waist. while i re-positioned myself over peters lap, i felt his tongue glid against my bottom lip. as i tugged on the back of peters hair a weak moan came from peters lips. almost instantly, peter pulled away more then embarrassed.

"i-i'm sorry. i don't know where that ca-"

"it's okay." i smiled, causing peter to take in a shallow breath.

both of our heavy breathes filled the room for just a moment before our breaths began to slow. after a moment i had noticed how peters eyes were fixated on my lips. his hands hadn’t moved from my hips causing a weak smile to appear on my lips. in fact peter hadn’t moved an inch since he pulled away.

“did you want me to stop?” i asked, with a small smirk.

peters breath hitched for just a moment before he slowly began to shake his head. i leant in, taking a slower approach and not wanting to rush peter. as our lips reconnected peters urges grew as his kiss grew more heated with every passing moment. small, soft moans managed to escape my lips as my body squirmed in peters lap.

within minutes, i felt something harden beneath me, causing me to smile into the kiss. before peter could do or say anything there was a loud firm knock at my apartment door.

“oh come on!” i muttered as i stood up, beginning to march towards the front door.

“open up l/n!” a voice shouted from the other side.

i quickly turned around and ran back towards peter, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards my bathroom.

“lock yourself inside.” i whispered, pushing peter into the bathroom.

“what- who is that?” peter asked in a hushed voice as he tried to cover himself.

“peter, lock the door.” i snapped before pulling the bathroom door closed.

“l/n!” the voice yelled, banging on the door again.

quickly erasing any trace of peter, i walked up to my door before looking through the glass hole to find nick fury standing on the other side of the door.

“fury?” i frowned as i swung the door open. “i thought you were-”

“we need you to find yelena and the other widows.” nick cut her off.

“wha-what no. how do you know about yelena?” i frowned. “wait, i’m not helping you!” i spat.

“i’m not working with ross.” nick spoke quietly.

“i don’t care, now please leave before i have to call tony.” i sighed.

“okay.” he mumbled. “i’ll see you around soldier.”

nick gave me one last nod before leaving my apartment, closing the door behind him. as i let out a deep sigh before remembering peter was locked in my bathroom.

“shit.” i mumbled, running over to my bathroom before tapping on the door. “peter?” i called.

i got no response causing me to knock on the door again. no response. grabbing into the silver door knob, i pushed the door open slowly not wanting to startle peter.

“peter?” i called again, pushing the door back against the wall to find the bathroom completely empty. “shit.” i mumbled, quickly walking back to the living room to grab her phone off the coffee table.

p. parker

sounded important

p.parker

see you monday?

master list

part two

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veggiewrapwithhummus · 1 year

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peter and mj dancing as romeo and juliet

because i read @premiere-pro 's fic adagio in double time a second time and now i’m stuck on them as ballet dancers

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klance43v3r · 1 year

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Title: I'm Scared of Heights, But I'd Fall for You

Words: 21,139

Status: 1/1

Personal rating: 103324234234/10 (im a sucker for a good spiderman au)

P.S. you need an ao3 account to access this fic

Summary:

“You’re the Spider-man,” he whispers in astonishment. “From Youtube.”

Lance slams the spider emblem on his chest, his suit deflating as it fell off of his shoulders. “I’m not!” he protests.

Hunk makes a noise where Lance knows he’s probably thinking as if. He points up. “You were on the ceiling.”

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hope-to-hell · 10 months

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The Vulture and the Jay, or: even the air is shaped by its vessel. Adrian Toomes x Reader. Smut, oral, angst, moviverse, taking liberties with canon. For those who got butterflies when it turned out Toomes was in control of the situation all along. Retirement is a pretty thought, but it’s not for people like him. Still, for good or ill, this is going to be his last job.

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He’s leaning up against the workbench with that wry got my ass too close to the fire look that he wears when he’s cut things a little too fine. And he’s tired, too: all those late nights, all the worry of being not only a boss but a leader. It weighs on him, and if you could convince him to put this whole business on pause in favor of a few lazy middle-of-nowhere afternoons, you would. But there’s no convincing him, and so he leans there and waits among wires and tools and the bric-a-brac of invention. But there’s also the way he cocks his head like he’s listening to your heart hammering in the space between your footsteps, and the corner of his mouth lifts just a bit when he clocks the breathlessness behind your smartass words:

Looks like you’ve been a little tied up today.

Oh, sweetheart. You don’t know the half of it.

Sure, he’s got his hands stuck tight with one all webbed up on the table and the other somewhere out of sight but he’s leaning back all relaxed-like and it’s a good look, isn’t it, the way his crows’ feet deepen with shifting shadows; he’s all leather and machine oil and that shearling collar soft against his throat and Adrian. For real, though. You alright?

Yeah. He pauses then, lips parting slightly as he assesses the situation. When he speaks, the words catch on his teeth; they come out ragged on the edges. Could’ve gone better. Could’ve gone worse.

You wanna get away for a while? I’ve got a cousin, he says we can use his cabin as long as we like—

But there’s no getting away, not from this. Not from the razor-thin line he walks between black-market deals and outright villainy, not from the secrets that weigh heavy on his shoulders. He knows it, and you know it, but there’s still that little crumb of the daydream left til he brushes it away with the words of a man who already knows how this is gonna end. No, I have to see this through. I’ve got a feeling this’ll be our last job. From anyone else it would be a hopeful after this we can retire and enjoy ourselves, but from him—

Damn. That bad, huh?

It’s a hell of a risk. But you know I have to take it. Yeah. Yeah, you know. Water’s wet, the sun rises in the east, Adrian Toomes puts his ass on the line. The world’s full of rot but there are still things worth living for— still reasons to put his wings on and take to the skies— and though this wasn’t the way he meant his life to go, this is the way it’s ended up and damn it all, he’s good at it. But— hey, sweetheart. I can see those gears turning in your head. Don’t you worry about me. Now, why don’t you go on and come a little closer?

With a tilt of his head he brings you down easy as pie; if he’d said please it would send worry needling under your skin, and if he’d said on your fuckin knees it would be likely as not to start a fight. He toes the unspoken line between want and need; in the middle there is you and him and the spark that binds you when he meets you there.

He says eyes on me and from your place down on your knees in the dust he seems impossibly tall, cut with shadows that make his eyes shine with mischief, with lust for the skies and for the jewels of streetlights as he wings through the air, with an undefinable unknowable something that crawls along his jaw and pulls it tight. Don’t look away, sweetheart. And you don’t, though you’re fumbling at button and zip, feeling him twitch beneath his fly, warm and hard and thick with blood.

When all this is over—

Don’t.

When all this is over, we’re taking that fucking vacation. And you swallow him down. It’s a neat trick that short-circuits his thoughts; any chastisement he might’ve been cooking up is vaporized in the rush of need that vibrates through him. What a treat it is to feel him struggle for control, to catch those half-checked thrusts and know that he is hanging by a thread. This is the part of him that hides so well, gliding beneath his skin: the part that doesn’t think and cannot calculate, but only feels.

You wouldn’t take him for a talker, and he isn’t one, not really; words are weapons and he handles them with care. It’s not until his thigh is bruising beneath the clench of your hand— not until he sees the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes— that he speaks. Easy, there. Don’t have to take more than you like. But his approval is warm and shining even as he reins himself in, as his crows’ feet dig their shadows ever deeper with the effort of restraint. Oh, honey. What you do to me.

He traces callused fingers over your cheek, their susurrus more felt than heard; he follows the working of your jaw until he reaches the spit smeared shiny around your lips, savoring the feel of it,

wait.

slipping the tips of his fingers in alongside his cock, watching your lips stretch to their limit. He tastes of salt and metal, machine oil and sawdust. It’s bitter and heady and it’s so— so— fuck, it’s—

oh.

Body and mind meet each other at last, and realization coalesces. Now wait just a goddamned minute. You sneaky fucker, you weren’t stuck at all, were you?

Sweetheart. Just because something’s not as true as you think it is, that doesn’t make it a lie. And there’s that crooked little half-smile, the one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the one that speaks to long nights in the air with his phone turned off, watching the world through infrared lenses. His future is precarious, volatile; he believes that the key to it all lies beyond some unknown door and if he could only find it— What would you have done if you’d known?

In truth you’d probably do the same thing, but a little closer to the heart of him; you could climb him while he held you steady. You could nose at the soft skin beneath his jaw and whisper don’t, don’t, you can let it go into his bones. But you’d keep the worry tucked inside; before, you spoke of a soft life, a gentle life where you could sit lazy on the front porch while he kicked up his feet and spoke of birds. Carrion birds, yes— he has a fondness for scavengers; he sees his own life reflected in their bloody beaks— but all manner of others too. You’re like a jay, smart and stubborn he would say, and laugh when you reached to swat his arm. It’s a pretty fantasy, but one viewed through a door to nowhere.

You’ll be careful. It’s not a question. When you get back

(I’ll wash the wind out of your hair)

we’ll close up shop

(I’ll ease your jacket off your shoulders)

and go away for a while.

(I’ll bury you.)

Promise. It still isn’t a question; it’s an order and a plea.

I— and he doesn’t say it; he can’t because he is many things but he is not a liar. But he runs his thumb across your lips and if this is all that you can get of him, then this is what you’ll take.

Tch. Cut yourself loose, I want your hands on me. And so he does; with shreds of web still clinging to his hand, he guides you back to him. Don’t be gentle. Just be you. And so he grasps your hands in his: he plants them firmly on his ass with a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan, and though he’s flagged somewhat, he soon swells thickly on your tongue.

And he is watching you watching him; when he breathes it’s harsh and openmouthed, sharp teeth flashing white. In all the wide world there is nothing that can compare with this: his body strung tight, straining toward sensation that’ll send him flying. It’s so easy to let the warehouse go fuzzy at the edges until there’s nothing left but you and him and the way the lines on his face swim in and out of focus as his fingers skip spit-slick across your skin. Too good. You’re too damn good to me. He is the ache in your jaw and in your concrete-pocked knees; he is salt and sweat and the sudden rush of bitterness across your tongue when orgasm catches him by surprise.

And all too soon he is tucked away again, looking for all the world like nothing happened. For a long moment there is silence as he helps you to your feet and wipes the spit and come from your lips. There’s a fleeting judder in his throat like he’s just about to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

Hey. You watch your ass out there.

Don’t I always?

He turns toward the sky to trace his flight path in his mind once more; he’s weighed risk against reward and now that he’s decided, he will not— cannot— change his mind. If he has regrets, they’re buried deep; if he has hope it’s wrapped up tight where even he can’t see it. He sighs and you sigh with him, and then you have to let him go.

#michael keaton #adrian toomes #the vulture #spiderman homecoming #adrian toomes fic #adrian toomes smut #adrian toomes x reader #adrian toomes x you #my fic

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amicablejoanofarc · 2 years

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mj knows peter is spider man but before talking to him about it, she spends weeks hinting about it to stress him out for fun

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fotibrit · 8 months

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Post-NWH Spell Dialogue Prompts

"You can't kidnap someone that doesn't exist"

"I haven't been your friend in years"

"You look different."

"I wish I couldn't remember you"

"I promise you, I'm not the person you think I am"

"Your voice sounds familiar"

"Sorry, family and friends only past this point."

"God... how long have you been living like this?"

"You didn't remember me five minutes ago, and now you're mad at me? Already?"

"I've always been a little obsessed with Spider-Man. I don't remember when the obsession started, though."

"Please don't call me that. That hasn't been my name in a while."

"You're Spider-Man?! Spider-Man works here? SPIDER-MAN HAS A JOB?!" "Of course I have a jo- Y'know, vigilantism doesn't pay the rent." "You pay rent?! I thought you had... a web, or something."

"I have a very good memory" "I have good reason to not believe that"

#peter parker #marvel mcu #avengers #spider man #far from home #no way home #spider man homecoming #spider man no way home #marvel spiderman #fic prompt

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iridescentparkers · 1 year

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hi!

i know it’s been a while but i missed this page and pretty soon I will update you on what’s to come!

thank you to those who still support my work!

cj <3

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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (three) ⎸ 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.

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

⌙ wc: 2.8k

⌙ warnings: swearing, a little hint of jealousy, shawn being cute and nervous bc he’s baby, sam is slowly falling head over heels.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter two ⎸ chapter four ⎸ listen

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the next morning, you woke up to the sun shining in through the curtains in your bedroom. you groaned as you turned onto your side, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. you looked at the time and sighed loudly, your head falling back into the pillow.

7:15am.

you closed your eyes, but was interrupted by a soft buzz coming from your phone. you grabbed it, squinting at the text that had popped up on the screen.

tom can we talk?

you rolled your eyes, throwing your phone back down onto the bed as you threw the covers off your body. you grabbed a simple sundress out of the closet, something nikki had bought for your first day of being a big sister. you slipped it over your head, tugging it down the rest of your body before you fixed your hair. you applied a bit of concealer under your eyes to hide the bags and some mascara, not really feeling like doing a whole face of makeup. you grabbed the tube of lipgloss, putting some onto your lips and looking yourself over in the mirror. you were content with the way you looked, slipping on a pair of sandals before you made your way down the steps.

you walked into the kitchen to be met with tom who was fixing himself a cup of tea. you didn’t say anything to him as you moved around him, trying to find something you could have for breakfast.

“i’m sorry for the way i acted the other day,” he said, “it really isn’t my business about what you do.”

you nodded, “it isn’t.”

he bit down on his lower lip nervously, but watched as you struggled to grab the box of cereal on the top shelf. he placed a hand on your lower back, reaching above you to grab the box. you held your breath, ignoring the feeling of your skin being on fire where he’d touched you. you grabbed the box from his hands, quickly pulling yourself together.

“thanks.”

he hummed back as you sat down at the island, trying to enjoy your breakfast before everyone else decided they were hungry this morning.

“i mean it, y’know,” he said, bringing up the topic again, “wasn’t my place.”

you nodded, “i got it, tom. thanks.”

“for what it’s worth, i think you’d be a great big sister for the girls.”

you looked up at him as he raised his mug at you in a ‘cheers’ motion, walking out of the room. you groaned, placing your head on your forearm. this was all so complicated, why was tom holland the most complicated boy you’d ever met?

but then, you thought about shawn. he was handsome, and he was really nice to you. he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. and to be honest, you got sick of waiting around to see if tom was going to say anything about the fact that the both of you almost kissed. you knew you needed to move on if tom wasn’t going to act on anything, and maybe it was worth giving shawn a shot.

then you realized you didn’t get his number, which made you mentally facepalm yourself. of course you didn’t.

“good morning to the deb’s newest big sister.” sam smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

you smiled, but rolled your eyes playfully at him, “morning, sam.”

“excited?” he asked and you shrugged back at him.

“in a way, yes. but in a way, no.”

“understandable.”

you sighed as you looked at the time on your phone: 7:45am. you had to be at the country club by 8:30. you looked out the window at the water, smiling at the waves crashing against the shore.

“god, i wish i could surf right now.”

“surf when you get back,” sam suggested, “you and i can do a little night surf action, y’know? like the old days.”

your nose scrunched up, “the last time we went night surfing you almost drowned.”

“yeah, well, i’m more coordinated now.”

you nodded, “i’ll think about it.”

he nodded back at you, taking a spoon full of your cereal. you gasped at him, letting out a chuckle as he smiled back at you.

“theif! get your own!”

“sorry, it’s better when it’s someone else’s.”

you rolled your eyes, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“think of it as payback for the amount of times you’ve stolen my food.”

you tilted your head, “touché.”

“want me to drop you off at the club? i gotta head into town with austin and paddy anyway, gotta pick something up for my mom.”

you nodded, “sure, let me grab my things.”

he nodded back at you as made your way back up the stairs, he watched you. he watched the way your hair fell around your face, the way you looked in the sundress his mom had gotten you, the way it complimented your eyes.

fuck, he was done for.

he jumped as harry walked up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “when are you gonna get the balls to tell her you like her?”

“mmm… never. because you wanna know why? because tom would have my head on a pitchfork.”

“tom?” harry scoffed, “our brother tom who’s been hanging around with alicia garnett? trust me mate, he’s not worried about you and y/n.”

“hold on, you said he’s been hanging around with alicia?”

harry nodded, “yeah, told me not to tell anyone but if he can’t even stick around to hang with us then it leaves me no choice.”

sam folded his arms, “but he almost kissed y/n the first day on the beach… when did he say this?”

“dunno, couple days ago. guessing since he knows he can’t get through to y/n he’s gonna move on.” harry shrugged.

you had walked downstairs at that point, only hearing what harry had said. you felt a little bit of your heart break off, sighing softly before you entered the room.

you put on your best fake smile, “morning harry.”

“hey,” harry smiled, “ready to go back to the deb scene?”

“kind of,” you smiled, “i want to be a big sister for a girl who was like me and was kinda lonely because she didn’t fit in, y’know?”

both boys nodded as austin and paddy came into the room. you grabbed your things as everyone appeared to be ready. once everyone was at the door, you smiled as you yelled out, “shotgun!”

“what?! no way.” austin yelled back as the two of you took off towards the car. you had beat him to the door, smiling as he rolled his eyes before hopping into the backseat of the jeep. sam climbed into the drivers side, harry and paddy joining austin in the back.

“yo, y/n, can you play that song by justin timberlake?” harry said. you furrowed your eyebrows, but scrolled through the playlist before clicking on ‘summer love’ by justin timberlake. the boys cheered and you laughed as sam made the drive towards the country club.

the rest of the way, you complied to the boys’ song requests no matter how weird they were.

you turned the radio down as sam pulled up to the doors, putting the car in park. you grabbed your things and hopped out. austin climbed his way through the center console, taking your spot.

“jesus, grave robber much?”

“you move your meat, you lose your seat?”

“where do the two of you get these old people phrases?” harry asked. you let out a laugh.

“our dad,” you smiled, “thanks for the ride, sam.”

“‘course, do you need a ride when it’s over?”

you nodded, “would you mind?”

“of course not.”

“it’s over at 1,” you smiled and he nodded, “thanks sam.”

you waved to your boys, all of them waving back before pulling away. you took a deep breath in as you walked towards the doors, following the signs for the deb room as you made your way up the steps.

“hi, are you carol?” you asked the older blonde woman. she smiled at you.

“you must be y/n! yes, i’m carol. nikki’s told me a lot about you.”

you let out a nervous laugh, “good things, i hope.”

she let out a laugh, “of course. thank you for doing this, i really appreciate it.”

“of course.”

she led you to a table with an empty seat. the girls at the table looking at you as carol introduced you.

“girls, this is y/n. she’s going to be your big sister. she was a deb when she was your age, she knows what she’s doing if you have any questions.”

you smiled back at carol who made her way to the front of the room as you took a seat. the girls smiled and introduced themselves, the girl next to you nervously smiling at you.

“hi, i’m aaliyah.”

“hi, it’s nice to meet you.” you smiled and she smiled back. she looked familiar, her facial features looking similar to someone you had met, but you couldn’t put a finger on it.

you both got to know each other a little bit as she grew a liking to you. the two of you ended up having a lot in common, which was easier for her to open up to you. you felt confident that maybe you had the whole big sister thing down.

after the first class was over, you made your way down the stairs. aaliyah caught up with you.

“hey, y/n. i’ve got a question.”

you turned around as you smiled, “what’s up, aaliyah?”

“could you help me with what dress i wear? i know my moms going to want something over the top, but i feel like you and i have similar taste.”

you laughed, “sure. let me know when you go shopping, okay?”

she nodded as the both of you stood outside. a black jeep pulled up as the drivers side opened. around the back walked the same boy with floppy brown curls, this time he was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps deliciously and a pair of blue jeans. your eyebrows shot up as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair.

“oh, hey y/n.” his eyes met yours and you smiled.

“hey, shawn.”

“wait, you two know each other?” aaliyah asked. you nodded, eyes still locked with shawn’s.

well, that explains why she looked so familiar. she was his younger sister.

“yeah, tarzan attacked her with kisses on the beach the other day.”

aaliyah laughed, shaking her head, “classic tarzan.”

she grabbed the keys from shawn as she opened the drivers side door, “i’m driving home, by the way. have fun talking to your girlfriend, i’ll be in the car.”

you smiled as she gave you a small wave, the jeep door closing behind her. you smiled at shawn as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“so, the deb huh?”

you nodded, “yeah, i was a deb when i was younger. my friend’s mom asked me to be a big this year.”

he nodded, “that’s really nice of you.”

“yeah, i wanted to be the big sister the group loves. i had that when i was younger, so…”

you hadn’t realized you trailed off, too busy looking into his brown eyes. he nodded, head motioning to the car that was parked behind him.

“seems that you’ve met my younger sister.”

you smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, “yeah, she’s great.”

“shes definitely something.”

“i can hear you, shawn!” she called from the rolled down window on the passenger’s side.

“good.”

you laughed at the sibling banter, knowing how it felt to have a sibling. you and austin had your fair share of banters. you knew how bothersome it was to have an older brother sometimes.

“hey, uhm, i’m playing at this gig tonight if you want to swing by, check it out,” he smiled, “you don’t have to, obviously, but if you want to i can give you the details.”

you nodded, “yeah, no, i’d love to.”

“sweet, mind if i, uh, get your number?” he stuttered, clearly a little nervous as he handed you his phone with a new contact page pulled up. you smiled as you grabbed it from him, ignoring how it felt to feel his fingers brush against yours.

“just text me when and where and i’ll be there.”

he smiled, “cool.”

“shawn! hurry up! i promised sarah i’d be back by 2!” aaliyah called back to him.

“yeah, yeah, i’m coming,” he called back before turning to look at you, fishing the sunglasses out of his curls before slipping them on his face, “i’ll text you.”

you smiled, waving bye to the siblings as you took a deep breath. maybe he was what you needed to get your mind off of tom and the fact that he was apparently seeing alicia. if tom could walk around and act like nothing happened between the two of you, so could you.

you were pulled out of your thoughts as sam pulled up, smiling at you, “your chariot awaits, princess.”

you laughed, climbing into the passenger seat, “why thank you, my prince.”

you didn’t see the way he blushed at you as you buckled in, your mind going back to the thought of shawn as he drove back to the house. your phone buzzed as sam pulled into the driveway.

882-092-4440 hey, it’s shawn :) the gig starts at 8, but i’m heading into town at 7. if you want, i can pick you up?

you smiled as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

y/n that’d be great :) 982 south street, big blue house, you really can’t miss it

shawn cool, i’ll pick you up at 6:30

y/n sounds good!

you didn’t realize that you had been smiling down at your phone. austin shot you a weird look from the kitchen island as he leaned over your phone, causing you to immediately pull your phone closer to your chest before locking it.

“who’re you talking to?”

“no one.”

“bull,” he smirked, “come on, who is it?”

you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully, “this guy i met the other day. his sister is a deb. i’m going to his gig tonight.”

he raised his eyebrows, “a musician? wow, you really do love those artsy men, don’t ya?”

you shoved his shoulder playfully, “shut up.”

you made your way up the steps, too busy finding kat’s name in your messages to realize you accidentally bumped into someone’s shoulder. you apologized, looking up and meeting a pair of blue eyes. upon further realization, you took in her blonde hair, the way her makeup was done, her white tank top over top of a pink bikini top. she was pretty. scratch that, she was practically drop dead gorgeous.

“no, it’s my fault, didn’t even see you,” she waved you off, giving you a soft laugh, “alicia, by the way. you must be y/n, i heard a lot about you from the boys.”

you felt a pit in your stomach as you had finally come face to face with alicia. how could you ever compete with her? she was something straight out of a magazine.

“yeah,” you chuckled, “nice to meet you.”

“you too,” she smiled, “i gotta get going, but i’ll see you.”

“yeah, see you.” you watched as she continued her decent down the stairs. you tried to let it roll off your back as you continued up the steps, but when you spotted tom in the hallway as he walked out of his bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel a ting in your chest.

you hadn’t even realized that you started talking until you heard your own voice.

“if you’re gonna have girls over, can you at least make sure i don’t bump into them on the stairs?” you were slowly getting pissed off, the fact that you didn’t know if it was on purpose to show you he’d moved on or if it was an accident didn’t matter. you didn’t want to know about it regardless.

he didn’t say anything, just looked at you as you pushed past him. you closed your door, his eyes closing as he took in a deep breath, raking his fingers through his hair.

“tom! c’mon, we’re gonna be late!” harry called from downstairs.

“yeah, coming.” he said, taking one last glance at your door and fighting the urge to knock and spill his feelings for you. the thought of you doing better than him crossed his mind, shaking his head as jogged down the wooden steps.

you sat on the bed, holding your phone as the sound of the facetime ringtone played, kat’s face popping up after a few rings, “i have so much to tell you.”

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