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Uncharted Territory : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 9.1k wc, Reader finds herself working on the set of one of Tom’s movies in an attempt to escape her stalker. Only, it seems she can’t outrun her troubles even in another country. This means y/n and Tom find themselves in uncharted territory as they try to navigate their way through the ordeal. Dark, stalker, hurt comfort, protective, injury comfort, angst to fluff. Happy ending.

Warnings: dark theme(s), violence, curse words, guns and gunshots, wounds/injuries, blood/bleeding, stalkers, stalker behavior, break-ins, and related.

This was a Ko-fi request by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires Thank you again for the support 💜

“You coming?” Tom asked as he approached y/n. He and a few others from the cast and crew were going out for drinks. He’d worked with y/n by now, but hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work.

Y/n gave Tom an appreciate smile but shook her head. “No, but thank you,” she replied politely.

“Do you prefer to do something else instead?” Tom offered with a smile.

“Oh,” y/n startled. “No, that’s okay,” she promised. She felt bad, Tom had always been nice and was going out of his way to make sure she was invited tonight. But, she couldn’t accept the offer, it would make her too susceptible to having her past repeated.

“Have I offended you in some way?” Tom asked gently, his smile having disappeared.

“What?” Y/n gushed as she shook her head quickly. “No, of course not!” She replied.

“Okay, well if you decide to join us all later, you know where we’ll be,” Tom proposed, a faint smile on his face again.

Y/n gave Tom another small smile and nodded. She felt bad, and truly wanted to be able to go. But she couldn’t risk getting close. Especially not to a guy. She had came all the way to Berlin for work in order to get away, she wasn’t going to undo that.

Y/n groaned to herself as she cleaned up her table. Today had been a total disaster. It was one thing after another. They’d basically got nothing done on set today and the director wasn’t handling it well.

“Ice cream is on me,” Tom commented warmly as he appeared from around the corner.

Y/n quickly looked up and visibly hesitated. But, she was quick to see how Tom’s immediate reaction to her hesitation showed he’d taken it personally. She had rejected spending time with him since they met. Although to be fair, she’d done that with everyone since she arrived. Only, the others had quickly given up on her ending her isolation; whereas Tom hadn’t. Y/n knew she had likely been being paranoid. Nothing had really happened since she arrived. And she was kinda tired of spending each night alone and having no one to talk to. Perhaps ice-cream with a co-worker wasn’t the end of the world. “Okay, sure,” she agreed.

It came as a surprise to herself, but y/n found herself and Tom growing closer over the last few weeks. In fact, she actually now considered him a friend. It was strange and slightly worrisome still, but also comforting. Especially given she was certain she was slowly losing her mind to her paranoia.

Y/n had gotten a handful of calls from unknown numbers over the past two days. All of which were silent when she would answer. She knew odds were it was simply telemarketers, but it still made her anxious. So spending time hanging out with Tom was helpful in that it distracted her from the suspicious calls.

While they’d certainly gotten closer lately, y/n still hadn’t expected for Tom to ask her out today during lunch. She also hadn’t expected herself to say yes so quickly and freely. Granted, that breeziness didn’t last long. As y/n was now in an empty bathroom stall as she tried not to suffer a panic attack.

Y/n knew she had feelings for Tom, but that was simply another reason she tried to stay away from him when they first met. However, as they’d hung out together as friends, her feelings only grew. He was just as respectful and friendly as she suspected he was upon seeing him interact with others the day he had arrived on set here in Berlin. Perhaps that’s why she was so comfortable accepting his offer instead of letting her paranoia cloud her mind and change her decision. She didn’t regret it, but she knew she’d need to still be on edge. At least until she could somehow ensure she could determine he wasn’t like Michael.

Y/n smiled to herself as she walked into her rental. She quickly locked the door behind her, but the smile didn’t leave her face. She’d just gotten back from her latest date with Tom and had a wonderful night.

Y/N’s smile evaporated the second she entered her tiny kitchenette area. She squinted hesitantly at the counter. There was a small pile of mail she’d opened but not dealt with yet on her counter. That wasn’t the odd part though; she’d left that there this morning. What was concerning was y/n swore she’d left her pen directly on top of the pile of mail. Only now the pen was haphazardly set to the side of the stack of documents.

Y/n sighed loudly as she ran her hands down her face. It could’ve rolled off the top of the stack; it was a pen after all. She was just being paranoid again and looking for trouble. Things had been going too well lately that her mind was getting defensive. She just needed to calm down. Surely if someone had been in here, there’d be other signs of it.

Y/n took a deep breath and decided to double check that she’d locked the door. Once she was sure that it was locked, she made her way to her bedroom space and plugged her phone in before it could die in case she needed it tonight. She then grabbed her bottle of anxiety meds from beside her bed and took one. Surely after enough time, she’d not need them anymore. She just had to let herself see that she was safe now. Time would help with that.

“Come on, love,” Tom nudged teasingly as he snuggled up to y/n. They’d been sharing crazy stories about how something that went wrong resulted in something positive down the road. Tom had explained how his Uber driver had told him he wasn’t going to get the role of Spider-Man while he was on the way to his audition. He had told y/n how as much as it had hurt and seemed like a bad omen, it actually increased his nerves and made him have this buzzing energy that matched Peter Parker’s character really well. Y/n had vaguely answered Tom’s question by stating that her ending up as part of the production crew for the movie they were working on and had met through (Uncharted) was actually the result of a situation gone wrong back home.

“It’s not fun like yours,” y/n explained with a fake light laugh.

Tom noticed the way y/n wouldn’t look at him and how her hands started to shake slightly. He quickly grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly. “‘ey, love, it’s okay,” he promised. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay”.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, filled with guilt.

Tom nodded quickly. “Of course, darling, you don’t have to answer. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t answer just because it has a different tone in nature than my story,” he explained.

“It’s a bit dark,” y/n admitted, staring up at Tom.

Tom nodded again. “That’s okay, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“I don’t want you to see me differently,” y/n mumbled quietly, her eyes staring at her lap.

Tom frowned. “Y/n, I don’t know what’s going on,” he acknowledged softly. “But, I promise you that won’t happen, love,” Tom vowed.

Y/N’s eyes lifted up and she stared at Tom I’m silence for a moment, contemplating. “Okay,” she whispered. She took an audibly deep breath. “So… I- I ended up here because I had to get away from someone back home,” y/n explained vaguely. “I basically ran… changed my info and fled.” “And, yeah, that’s what brought me to Berlin,” she laughed humorlessly.

“You had to get away from someone?” Tom questioned cautiously. “Was it an ex?” he wondered out loud.

“No.” Y/n shook her head. “Not exactly… He-he wanted to be, I guess..,” she replied. “But we were just friends”. Her hands shook slightly as she recalled how it went down.

“I see, I’m sorry, love,” Tom said gently. “Did he hurt you?” He questioned, his worried eyes scanning y/n.

“No,” y/n answered quickly. Upon seeing Tom’s visible disbelief, she sighed. “Not physically at least,” she explained.

Tom nodded slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It sounds crazy,” y/n admitted.

Tom frowned and took ahold of y/n’s shaking hands. “He stalked you,” he guessed.

“How did-“ y/n panicked.

“I’ve had experience with stalkers before, they make you feel constantly on edge,” Tom sympathized. “That’s the only explanation for why you would think it would sound crazy,” he acknowledged. “Plus, love, it explains why you were so distant before”.

Y/n’s gaze dropped from Tom’s face guiltily. “Yeah… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

Tom lovingly squeezed y/n’s hand as he held her closer. “Don’t be.” “Just know, I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” he whispered into her hair.

“Tom,” y/n sighed.

“I do not mean to minimize what you went though,” Tom promised. “I simply do not want you to have to live in fear. I’ll help keep you safe as best as I can.” “I can get you some security if you need for when filming is over and you go back,” he offered calmly, smiling faintly as y/n relaxed some and leaned into him more.

Y/n smiled shyly but appreciatively.

Tom and y/n sat quietly for a little, Tom letting her steady her breathing. However, he noticed how she seemed to be bendy looking around the room. This helped him realize that while her breathing had slowed, she was clearly still somewhat distraught. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, holding her hands tightly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I-,” y/n looked up at Tom. She shook her head. “I d-do-don’t think so,” she stuttered. She curled the side of her lip up out of self pity. “I mean, I got a restraining order, ch-changed my name, flew to Berlin,” she trailed off, “but…”

“But?” Tom pressed.

“I still panic over every weird occurrence,” y/n blurted.

Tom squinted. He tried to trace back the areas y/n had been nervously looking at earlier for clues. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds paranoid without context… Maybe even with context… but,” y/n rambled bashfully.

Tom squeezed y/n’s hands supportively. “If you want to provide me with the context, I’m open to hearing it. Either way, I doubt it’ll sound paranoid knowing what you said you went through,” he sympathized.

Y/n nodded in agreement. “It’s kinda a long story,” she warned.

“I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you, love,” Tom said.

Y/n bit back a small smile. It wasn’t hard when her focus shifted from Tom’s kind words to what she was about to disclose. “I… had this friend, Michael,” she murmured. “H-he and I would go to the movies, or hangout together a lot. He never asked me out; which is good, ‘cause I never saw him that way”. She frowned as she continued her story. “Yet, it was because of that that I didn’t know he saw me that way. Not until he started getting a bit possessive when I spent more time with other people.” She looked up nervously, only to be greeted by Tom’s compassionate gaze. “I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was staying with my cousin and his wife one weekend and posted about it… Michael got mad and … and asked who it was, why I didn’t tell him, and all of that kind of stuff.”

Y/n tucked her legs under her as she hesitantly let herself lean into Tom’s comforting embrace. “We got into a fight over it,” she recalled as Tom rubbed her back, “I said I needed space to myself in order to see if we could still stay friends after the weirdness.” She groaned to herself as the memories flowed. “I thought he was respecting that… but instead, he just started hiding his possessive traits.”

“It took me what I think was maybe, a week, to notice that he was following me,” y/n confessed with a scowl. “When I called him out on it, he apologized and… and pl-pleaded to let him make it up to me.” She shivered faintly, recovering when Tom rubbed her bare arms lovingly. “I told him that I needed to think and he began calling me, all day, every day, every hour of the night, to try to get through to me. I told him to stop but he didn’t.” She gritted her teeth as she reprocessed the events. “I blocked him… and then he started showing up everywhere and these ‘gifts’ started arriving at my house.” Y/n shook her head against Tom’s chest out of frustration. “I got a restraining order as I’d ran out of options, but the police did nothing as they said it was coincidental and I couldn’t prove it was him,” she explained.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Tom’s waist as he continued to hold her. “The part where I ended up here because of it, happened to be that, one night, I got a call saying that I was offered a spot on the production crew for Uncharted that I’d applied for months before.” She smiled faintly as she spoke about her change in luck. “I had my friend verify the offer, so I knew it wasn’t a trap from him,” y/n detailed. “When she mentioned the only issue she saw was that it was in Berlin, I saw it as a chance. I immediately changed my last name so that it wouldn’t show on any passports or flight registries, ordered a new emergency-rushed passport, and flew out here,” she concluded. “So, yeah, that’s me,” y/n added in an attempt to soften the tension caused by the rest of her words.

“That’s not you,” Tom murmured. He pressed a light kiss to the top of y/n’s head.

“What?” Y/n whimpered in a hushed voice.

“That’s something you went through,” Tom acknowledged with a frown. “But, it’s not who you are, y/n,” he soothed. He tightened his grip on her as she melted into his side. “I’m really sorry you had to deal with that.” Tom took a deep breath and intentionally focused on making his voice as soft as possible. “But, I have to ask, when you said there was something you were going to say that would make you sound paranoid, what was it?”

“Oh,” y/n laughed to herself. “That,” she mumbled, “right”. “Well,” she sighed loudly, “it’s just..”. A few moments of silence passed after she had trailed off before y/n spoke again. “See that picture frame?” Y/n asked as she pointed across the room to the shelf by her TV.

Tom nodded. “Yes, the one with you, and who I’m assuming is a friend of yours?” he asked to confirm he had tracked y/n’s finger-pointing back to the correct frame.

“Yeah,” y/n agreed.

Tom nodded again.

“Well, I…” y/n sighed. She truly felt crazy. “I could’ve sworn it was at a slightly different angle yesterday,” she admitted.

“Hmm,” Tom nodded. He looked around her room as he asked, “anything else?”

“What?” Y/n questioned, having been caught off guard by Tom’s response.

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?” Tom clarified.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” Y/n asked, her eyes slightly widened.

“Not in the least,” Tom argued. “Hopefully it’s nothing,” he reassured, “but the fear is valid, and it doesn’t hurt to consider the possibility”. He wrapped his arms more securely around y/n in hopes it would help her feel protected and safe now.

Y/n was beyond appreciative over having been respected about what she felt might be paranoia. “Ummm, well…,” she mumbled. After reminding herself that Tom seemed to trust her instincts, she felt comfortable continuing to explain the weird things that had been occurring. “I’ve also been getting weird calls… with no one on the other end.”

Tom’s brows furrowed as he gazed down at y/n. He pouted to himself. “How long ago was this?” he asked.

“I got one earlier today,” y/n informed Tom.

Tom nodded. He gently tilted y/n’s head up so he could look into her eyes. “If it happens again, can you let me answer?”

“You want to answer it?” Y/n questioned in bewilderment.

Tom simply nodded. “I was sincere when I said I want to help,” he promised.

“Okay,” y/n nodded. “Thank you”.

“No,” Tom whispered, stroking y/n’s cheek. “Thank you for being willing to let me know and trusting me to help”.

“Tom…” y/n trailed off. Her hesitant eyes were focused in on Tom’s patient ones.

“Yeah?” Tom replied.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. “I wanted to explain that’s also why I… asked for us to stay a secret,” she frowned. “I don’t want my face getting out there, you know..”

“Of course,” Tom gushed supportively. “And darling, you don’t have to explain things like that, it’s your choice, my love.” He smiled softly as he ran his thumb over y/n’s cheek. “Nonetheless, I completely understand.”

“STOP!” Y/n shouted, her body violently flying forward from her sleeping position. She felt the air from the fan tickling her sweaty forehead. Her eyes were widened and she felt dehydrated. She felt someone grab her hand, causing her distant startled gaze to snap towards where her hand was resting on the bed. She quickly traced the hand back until she saw Tom watching her worriedly.

Y/n let out a shaky choked sob. Her eyes shifted away from Tom’s face in embarrassment. She felt him cautiously wrap his arms around her and bring her to his chest. “I’m… I…I’m sorry, T-Tom,” she apologized.

Tom gently shushed y/n and rubbed her back as she buried her face into his torso. He frowned to himself, hating that the woman he loved was so traumatized. He whispered soothing words as he held her tightly. He made sure to let her know that she was safe and that it was okay that she reacted this way to her nightmare.

Tom had almost gotten y/n back to a completely calm state when her phone began to ring. He felt her stiffen in his arms, making his frown return. He quickly reached over to the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. Tom squinted at the screen angrily but upon feeling y/n shimmy against him to try to see, he tilted the screen for her so she could check it first.

When y/n froze upon seeing the unknown number on her phone yet again, Tom delicately pulled her back to him. “Is it the silent call?” He asked her. Upon her nodding slowly, Tom shifted his jaw and pressed answer as he moved the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Tom answered. He heard nothing in the background. Not even things or people shuffling around. The other side of the call was completely silent. “Either respond now, or stop calling this number,” Tom commanded. He waited for a response, but still, none came. He glared at the phone as the line went dead.

Tom silenced y/n’s phone before placing it back where he’d gotten it from. He adjusted the blankets to completely cover y/n’s shaking frame. Once she was covered properly, he securely wrapped his arms around her as he began to try and soothe her again.

The night Tom had learned about y/n’s history and comforted her after her related nightmare, the couple hardly slept as she was on edge for awhile after the call. But, after that night these weird occurrences suddenly stopped. It was so sudden in fact, that y/n was a bit fearful that Tom might be connected to Michael somehow. However, she calmed herself down and realized that was crazy as Michael wouldn’t have stopped now because of that even if Tom did have a secret connection to him; there would’ve been no reason to. In fact, one would expect if that were the case for Michael to feel more comfortable and increase his stalking behaviors. So, y/n figured she was just being paranoid from the very start as it had now been over two weeks without anything weird happening.

Y/n yawned lightly as she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Her tiredness quickly turned to glee upon seeing the decorations Tom must’ve set up. They had agreed to staying in for date night tonight. Y/n had given him her spare key since she knew she’d be having to work at least an extra hour longer than he did on set today. She figured he could let himself in and get comfortable until she got there. She’d texted him about twenty minutes ago to let him know she was finally done on set. Given the romantic dinner that was currently set for two and rose petals covering the floor, he must’ve utilized that extra time to set this up. While she’d been expecting a more casual night in, she appreciated the sentiment.

Y/n walked further into her apartment, blissfully unaware to what was about to happen. Just as she’d approached the dining table, she felt a cold metallic pressure on the side of her head. Her body began to panic but she forced her mind to remain calm. Y/n turned at a glacial speed towards where the cold metal sensation was. Michael. She swallowed thickly as her dramatically widened eyes took in the way her stalker was suddenly standing directly beside her, a handgun barrel pressed against her head. Before she could find the words to say, or any words that is, Michael gripped her shoulder and motioned for her to sit.

Y/n’s hands nervously sat in her lap as she gazed across the decorated dining table. Michael was already staring back at her. While his appearance still filled her with terror, it was slightly better than it had been with the gun pressed against her.

“Eat, beautiful girl,” Michael said, waving the gun loosely around as he used it to point to y/n’s plate. “Come on, it’s our date night,” he encouraged when she didn’t move, “wouldn’t want the food to get cold”.

Y/n eyed the overbooked steak on the plate in front of her. Had Michael poisoned it? Would he do that? He liked her right? So surely he wouldn’t want her dead.. right? Had he somehow figured out about her relationship with Tom? If so, was that enough to make him try to poison her in retaliation? It’s not like she was even hungry. Not anymore. Any appetite she had when she walked in the door left the second she saw him. But she didn’t want to piss Michael off by not eating it either. Perhaps she could play it off.

Y/n poked her fork at the steak. “I.. uhh… I was actually going to try being vegetarian,” she lied.

“Since when?” Michael asked, seemingly deeply interested in the topic.

“I’ve thought about it for awhile,” y/n said slowly as she inventoried her surroundings. “A co-worker… o-on set showed me.. a… a video today though,” she rambled, biting her lip as she realized her only possible escape would be the front door.

“A vegan propaganda video,” Michael commented judgingly with a look of irritation on his face.

Y/n nodded nervously, her fear returning as her eyes made their way back to the gun in Michael’s hand.

“No worries, babe,” Michael said casually, “it’s sweet you care that much”. “We can still enjoy our night together,” he grinned.

Y/n nodded anxiously yet again, not wanting to offend Michael. “What are you doing here?” She asked. As appalling as this was, at least he was having positive feelings for her not anger against her at the moment. She hoped to keep it that way while also finding a way through this. If she somehow survived the night with him, maybe she could sneakily tell Tom tomorrow on set? Tom. How was she going to warn him to stay away? Did she want him to? Or did she selfishly want him to come over and help her? Could he help her? Was it selfish of her to want him to?

"I’ll have you know,” Michael groaned as he set his gun on the table beside his plate. He paused as he took a moment to enjoy a bite of his overcooked steak. “It wasn’t easy, you were really hard to track down, you know that," he complained.

Y/n’s brows furrowed. Not hard enough, evidently. “Oh,” she whispered. “How did you?” Y/n dared ask even though her voice shook as she worried if Michael would take offense to the question.

Michael actually appeared happy when the question left y/n’s mouth. He smirked as he pulled out his phone. The smirk shifted to a grimace as he glared at something pulled up on the screen. A few seconds later, Michael turned the screen towards y/n to show her.

On Michael’s phone was a picture of y/n and Tom. Given the weird angle and the setting, y/n knew it had clearly been taken by either a fan or paparazzi. Fortunately, as to not further anger Michael, the photo was innocent enough. In the unauthorized photo, y/n was sitting very closely to Tom and he had his arm over her; but that was it. The unfortunate part was that it was taken without their knowledge and leaked online for anyone to see; including her stalker Michael.

“Your new guy friend seems to have a large social presence,” Michael commented with blatant disgust.

Y/n ignored Michael’s attempt to act as if he hadn’t heard of Tom Holland before seeing the photo of her and him together. She nodded slowly, “that’s how.. How you knew I was in Berlin…”. Y/n placed her arms on the table, intentionally laying them over the utensils. She ignored the way the ends of the silverware dug into her skin as she asked Michael how he got inside her apartment.

“That was a bit trickier,” Michael confessed, but was still smug about it. “Especially given the name change,” he tsked. “Which, is too bad. I liked your real last name babe,” he complimented, reaching out and taking hold of y/n’s hands across the table.

Y/n froze and her body tensed. She couldn’t pull away without upsetting Michael. But it made her physically nauseated to be touching him. Or rather, to have him touching her.

Michael took y/n’s sudden tension as an implication that she felt bad about changing her last name. “It’s okay honey,” he nearly purred, squeezing her hands for good measure. “Both are nice. Any name is nice on you.” Michael let go of her hands as he resumed eating his meal. “Anyways, dear, to answer your question,” he mumbled with food in his mouth. “Once I went through the list of names for the cast and crew, I realized the name change, but thought it was just a mistake.” He shrugged casually as he continued, “nonetheless, I then name dropped your new last name when I got to set and asked for an extra key”. He smirked to himself, his eyes flickering up to meet y/n’s . “I’m sure you’re wondering how I was able to get one,” he said excitedly. “I pretended to be one of your co-workers who was running behind on their tasks and needed to get some papers you had left at home by accident and said I didn’t have time to get the key from you directly,” he bragged.

Y/n slowly dragged her arms back to her. She was careful to do it gradually as to not accidentally drop the streak knife on the floor in the process. As good of a plan as it was, she still felt very stupid in that moment. She should’ve told the others on set about Michael. She’d wanted to get away and leave it all behind her. But by not telling anyone, she let him worm his way back into her life so easily. She should’ve told the crew so they’d not be so naïve. But it was too late for that now. “Wow,” she murmured, hoping it came across as being impressed and not terrified. “S-so,.. wh-when did you get here?” Y/n questioned as her wrists hit the edge of the table. The serrated knife dropped to her lap; the sound muffled by her question.

“Nearly a month ago,” Michael answered breezily.

“What?” Y/n gasped, practically choking on air. A month?! Those weird occurrences had been Michael after all! She wasn’t paranoid. He’d been in her new apartment.

“I didn’t want to rush things,” Michael defended, his tone suddenly tighter. “We both know how that went last time.” He sighed. “But, I was the one who cleaned up the files in your kitchen, dusted your picture frames, and made your bed that day you forgot,” he grinned. “I also checked in on days I wanted to give you space but also wanted to check on you,” Michael added.

“That was you,” y/n murmured to herself as she thought back through all the crazy things that had happened.

“Of course that was me babe,” Michael scoffed. “Babe, I had to be sure you were taken care of”. He gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the gun beside him. “I’ll be honest, I’m not too fond of this… Tom, guy though, that you’ve brought into our lives,” he complained.

Y/n faltered. At this point, she didn’t know how to proceed. She didn’t know what Michael knew or perceived. “I- I-…” she stuttered nervously.

"I mean, really, babe?” Michael groaned as he shook his head. “Why be with Tom Holland?” “What does he have that I don't?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He isn’t a stalkerish psycho,” y/n blurted. "So it’s more of what he doesn’t do that you do,” she said, her hand quickly covering her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Well, there went trying to keep Michael ‘on her side’.

Michael instantly gripped the gun with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. His face demonstrated his sudden but deep agitation. “You’re a hard one to please, dear,” he nearly hissed. “But, no worries, in time I’ll learn your intricacies.” Michael let go of the gun as he rose to pour y/n some wine.

Y/n watched in anger and fear as Michael got closer. She was beyond fed up of trying to run and hide from him. She was tired of him altogether. She just wanted her life back. “Wh-What do you want from me, Michael?”

Michael squinted at y/n in confusion. “To be with me,” he said simply.

Y/n swallowed as she scooted her chair back slightly. “I’ve told you-“ she reminded gently.

“I know,” Michael nodded. “You see me as a friend,” he acknowledged briefly. “But, friends often become more than friends. You just need to give me a chance”.

“I did,” y/n argued angrily. She’d given him a chance to still be her friend after the first incident. But things hadn’t gotten any better.

Michael squeezed the wine bottle tightly until it broke. He sighed as y/n gasped and leapt from her seat in a panic. But, he nonetheless calmly cleaned up the mess as if it wasn’t some angry outburst. “I meant a real chance, dear,” he corrected though his teeth. “We’ll have time for that soon enough though”.

Y/n utilized Michael looking at the broken shards of glass from the wine bottle to slip the serrated steak knife into her back pocket. “What do you mean?” She asked, partially out of fear and partially to keep him talking. She’d try to wait this out, but if things went wrong, at least she now had a defensive option/weapon.

“I know you enjoy working on set here,” Michael said with what was likely an attempt at a sympathetic frown. “But, our relationship needs to come first, not work”.

“Relationship?” Y/n questioned, stepping back further from the table; and from Michael.

Michael groaned loudly as he picked the gun back up. But, he kept it low and at his side. “I don’t appreciate the fake dumb act, dear,” he scolded. “You’re far too smart for that babe,” he said with a glare, as if in warning. But, Michael quickly snapped back to an overly welcoming expression. “Now, as I was saying,” he redirected happily, “you’ll be coming with me when I leave Berlin tomorrow”. He stepped to the side of the table to approach y/n. “I’ve got your room already set up,” Michael smiled.

Y/n took another step back as she kept her eyes on Michael. “M-my… room?” She questioned. “Leave?”. Y/n rapidly shook her head. “Michael, I’m sorry, but, I think you’re confused,” She tried to empathize.

“I’m not confused!” Michael shouted. His right hand smacked loudly against the table beside him. The dishes rang out in the otherwise quiet room as they tried to steady themselves. “Sorry, dear,” Michael murmured upon seeing y/n’s fear. “Now, as I was saying,” he sighed.

Y/n jumped as a sudden knock hit her door. Someone was here. Tom. It was likely Tom. She still hadn’t settled on whether or not she wanted him to be here for this. Nor if it was okay for her to want such a thing. But that didn’t matter, because Michael had already stomped over to the front door.

Y/n watched silently as Michael peered through the door hole. She noticed the way he gripped the handle of his gun tighter as he glared through the tiny circular window. She froze with wide eyes as he spun towards her suddenly.

“Why is he here?” Michael spat as he stormed towards y/n, waving his gun frantically.

“W-well…,” y/n mumbled quietly. “W-We had a date n-night pl-“ she tried to defend cautiously.

Michael pointed the gun at y/n’s forehead as he glared at her. “No, WE had a date night planned,” he hissed, moving his pointer finger to the trigger. “Get rid of him,” he commanded. Michael grabbed y/n’s bicep and tugged her towards the door.

Y/n nodded frantically. “Tom, I’m coming!” she dared to call out. At least this way Tom would know she was home. That way he wouldn’t just leave and she might even be able to secretly alert him to get her help. She yelped as Michael’s free hand suddenly clapped over her mouth.

Michael dug the barrel into the side of y/n’s head. He lowered the hand from her lips and nodded towards the front door. “Casually!” He whispered harshly. “Don’t act so fearful,” he said, his voice softening drastically, “it’s just me”. When y/n refused to move, he nudged her forward. “Now, go”.

“Don’t act fearful says when there’s a gun to your head,” y/n mumbled to herself as she moved away from Michael. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She schooled her expression into what she hoped would meet Michael’s demands.

Tom looked up from the flowers and wine in his hand as he heard the creaking of y/n’s door. His heart dropped upon making eye contact with her. She was clearly not herself. “Love, what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly.

Y/n resisted a small smile at how attentive Tom was. She shook her head and gave him a sad frown. “I.. uhh…,” she mumbled, pausing when she felt the cold metallic of Michael’s gun move back to the side of her head. “I’m not f-feeling well,” she stated, avoiding eye contact with Tom.

“I can see that, darling,” Tom frowned. He discarded the wine and flowers on the ground beside y/n’s door. “What happened? Did you get another ca-” he began to ask.

Y/n cut Tom off before he could finish his question. She knew he was going to ask if Michael had called her again, and that was the last thing she needed right now. “I-.. I’m sick,” she lied weakly.

Tom squinted. “Does your head hurt?” He interrogated as he scanned y/n’s face.

“What?” Y/n croaked.

Tom pouted, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been crying,” he stated.

Y/n lifted a shaky hand to her face. She hadn’t realized she’d cried at some point between arriving home to Michael’s intrusion and now. But, as her fingers trailed over her cheeks, she realized Tom was right. “O-oh, just-just feeling crummy, is all,” she tried.

Tom didn’t want to pry if y/n needed a night alone. But something told him he shouldn’t leave. If she was truly that sick, he should stay to take care of her. “Why don’t I help?” He offered, taking her hands in his. “I have a strong immune system and can order us some soup-”.

Y/n rapidly shook her head, making Tom release her hands and take a respectful step back to give her space. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she?. “I.. it’s not that kind of sick,” she explained. After she noticed the confusion in Tom’s face, she added, “and I just want to sleep”. She felt guilty for the way Tom’s face dropped even more. “Raincheck?”

Tom was still internally questioning the circumstances. But, he wanted to respect y/n’s boundaries so he nodded slowly. “Of course, darling,” he agreed. Tom knew he had to push aside the worry that came with seeing y/n’s wild eyes and clammy skin; she’d all but asked him to leave multiple times now, he needed to do as she asked. “I.. I’ll see you on set tomorrow then, yeah?” He questioned still feeling something was off.

Y/n nodded reluctantly, not wanting to make a promise she wasn’t sure she would be around to keep.

Tom slowly stepped closer, watching for any signs that y/n didn’t want him to give her a goodnight kiss. When she didn’t show any rejection, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Goodnight darling,” Tom whispered, “feel better”.

“Th-thank you,” y/n replied with a small sad smile. Would that be their last kiss? She had to do something. “Goodnight, T-Thomas,” she croaked, making eye contact with him one last time before stepping back to close her door.

Michael dragged y/n away from her front door by her elbow. “What was that kiss?” He growled. Michael glared at y/n as she looked down and tried to stifle her crying. He sighed and pulled y/n into his arms. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. Michael didn’t seem to notice the way y/n shook in his arms, crying more forcefully now. “Shhh,” he said, it coming off as a demand. When her cries softened in volume, he grinned and squeezed her against him, “that’s my girl”.

Y/n could no longer miss the fact that she was crying. At this point, her tears were actively streaming down both of her puffy cheeks. “Please!” she pleaded, trying to wedge her hands up between her and Michael’s chest to push him back.

Before Michael could react to y/n’s pleas, the front door swung open.

Tom had quietly waited outside after y/n shut the door; unable to ignore the worry he was feeling. His concerns had only amplified when y/n called him Thomas instead of Tom. She never did that. Something was wrong. He was just glad that he hadn’t heard the sound of y/n locking her door after closing it; suggesting it was still unlocked. As such, he readied himself and threw the door open.

Michael spun towards the door, allowing y/n to wiggle free from his grip. He glared at Tom as the man ran towards him with rage in his eyes. As Tom dove into his torso, Michael’s gun slipped from his hold. Meaning the two ended up in a brief hand-to-hand tussle.

After a successful knee strike against Michael, Tom rushed towards y/n. He prayed his grabbing her wouldn’t scare her, but he had to act quickly. Tom gently, but securely, grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him. He positioned himself between her and Michael. “I know it’s hard,” Tom whispered breathily. “But, I need you to trust me,” he explained as he shifted them so they continued to face Michael as the man stalked closer. “Everything is going to be alright,” Tom promised as he reached back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Do as I, darling, I’ll get you out of here”.

“What do you think you’re doing, mate?” Tom asked Michael as he tried to plan a way to get y/n to safety. “Just leave her be”.

Michael glared at the couple as he stormed closer. “She’s mine,” he growled.

“She’s not property, mate,” Tom corrected with an eye roll. He held his palm out flatly behind his back to signal for y/n to stop; to stay where she was. Tom took several steps forward, towards Michael and away from y/n.

Michael closed the remaining distance between him and Tom, glaring the whole time. “Don’t talk about her,” he growled. Now that he was within striking distance, he raised his fist.

“Hide! Now!” Tom advised as he blocked Michael’s fist with his palm. As he watched y/n run out of the room and into the hallway, he counterattacked, trying to swipe Michael off his feet. It worked, but on the way down, the stalker tried to pull Tom with him. Thank God for the fight training he had to do for Spider-Man and Uncharted!

Tom and Michael wrestled for several minutes. Tom knew the creep was muttering something, but he didn’t bother to try to decipher it. All that mattered was trying to subdue him so y/n could get away. However, Tom’s plans halted when it appeared that Michael had somehow found the gun he’d dropped earlier, and now he had Tom at gunpoint.

Michael grinned wickedly at Tom as he stood up and signaled for Tom to remain kneeling. He used his free hand to wipe the blood from his busted lip. “Y/n, dear!” He called out as he moved behind Tom to hook his arm around his torso. When she didn’t come out of hiding, he groaned loudly and placed his finger on the trigger. “If you don’t come out babe, I’m going to shoot this idiot,” he threatened.

“Don-” Tom groaned as he wriggled in Michael’s hold. “Don’t!” He shouted, hoping y/n wouldn’t listen to the stalker’s demands.

“Shut the hell up!” Michael snapped, tightening his hold on Tom. He pulled Tom closer, making Tom’s back more flush against his torso and dug the barrel of his gun into Tom’s temple. “Y/n, if you care about your friend, you’ll-” he warned.

Y/n’s appearance in the living room cut Michael’s threat off. She stared with wide eyes as she stood before Tom and Michael. This was her mess; she got Tom into this. She needed to get him out of it. “I-I’ll go,” she said with a visible gag. “I’ll-”.

“No!” Tom shouted as he fought against Michael. He even brought his elbow backwards into the man’s torso. But, this only resulted in Michael digging the barrel further into his temple.

“Stop!” Y/n begged. She didn’t care that she’d given up any leverage she may have had. Tom needed to get out of here. No one else needed to suffer. “Just,” y/n cried, “just stop hurting him, hurting anyone, and…” She swallowed thickly, “and then… I’ll go”.

“Y/n!” Tom hissed as he stared at her with wide pleading eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“Willingly,” Michael added. When y/n didn’t seem to understand his statement, he stared at her expectantly.

Y/n nodded shakily. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “Wi-will….,” she paused. After she took a deep breath, y/n cleared her throat. “Willingly,” she lied, the words barely choked out before her tears started to fall. It was a lie, it wasn’t willingly. Nothing about this was willingly done. But she would willingly choose to protect Tom. Besides, she knew there was no way Michael was going to just let Tom live. She knew he saw him as a threat. He was just currently using him as leverage. So, y/n figured she might as well try to flip the situation on Michael.

Tom shook as he scratched at Michael’s arm that was wrapped across his front. “Y/n,” he pleaded, “no, don’t do this! Please!”

Y/n shot Tom a sympathetic look. She wanted to try to silently communicate that she wasn’t going as willingly as she stated, but she couldn’t risk Michael noticing. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.

Michael hummed cockily. “That’s my girl,” he declared with a grin. “I knew you’d choose me”. He slowly released Tom, keeping the gun on him while Tom snapped up and into a fighting stance. He kept an eye on Tom as he walked nearer to y/n, the gun pointed squarely at Tom the whole time. Yet, he noticed the way Tom nevertheless moved closer as if still willing to fight.

Michael waved y/n over to him smugly. When she was by his side, he lifted his free hand up to stroke her cheek, causing Tom to lung forward slightly. “Ah ah,” he scolded, “she said she was doing this willingly”. “I won’t have you violating her boundaries and wishes,” Michael stated ironically.

Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard Michael say to Tom “now you have to just watch as she kisses her actual crush”. She froze in disgust and panic. But, she quickly recovered as the expectant look on Michael’s face helped her realize she had to play along. She took a deep breath and summoned up any acting ability she may somehow secretly have.

Y/n begrudgingly neared Michael. She closed her eyes as she moved her lips until they were millimeters away from his. She set one hand on his shoulder; for both stabilization and distraction. The other hand she kept at her side, fingers slipping into her pockets.

Just as Michael seemed to become fed up with waiting and began to move his head closer, y/n swiped the serrated steak knife from dinner out of her pocket and slammed it into his arm that was holding the gun. She instinctively took a step back as blood spurted from the wound. However, she knew she didn’t have long; Michael was going to be livid.

Y/n pulled the knife out of Michael’s arm, trying not to dry heave at the sight and sensation of his muscles and tendons tearing against it as she did. She noticed the gun had lowered from being aimed at Tom and was not just hanging at his side. But, before she could grab it and hold him at by gunpoint until the police got there, she watched Michael try to lift the injured arm to point the gun at her as his other arm gripped her hip.

Y/n quickly plunged her weapon into Michael’s thigh and pulled downwards. She once again removed the knife from his leg as she stepped back. She noticed he’d dropped the gun in an attempt to grab at the sudden wound to his thigh. So, this time y/n tossed the bloody knife across the room so Michael couldn’t use it against her. Simultaneously, she scooped up the gun and moved backwards as she pointed it at him.

Y/n had never held a gun before, much less shot one. Prop guns on a movie set? Sure! But a real one, not until now. The weight of it and what it symbolized felt heavier than even the blood-soaked knife she’d stabbed Michael with. As such, she was too distracted by the chaos to notice Tom’s warning shout as Michael grabbed at her leg from the ground. Within seconds, her body slammed to the floor. She groaned loudly but otherwise kept her advantage, the gun only moving off of Michael for a split second.

Y/n kicked and scooted across the ground, her leg hurting too much for her to dare risking an attempt to stand up. She kept the barrel pointed at Michael as she slid further from him. She noticed Tom placing himself between her and Michael as they glared at each other across the floor.

Tom watched Michael closely as he tried to back up slowly until he could reach y/n. Only, he abruptly stopped and went to change directions and head towards her stalker as the man suddenly rose and began charging. Tom and Michael exchanged blows once again. His hand slipped in the blood on Michael’s arm as he tried to grab him, allowing Michael to escape his hold for a moment. But that was all it took for the man to charge towards y/n. Before Tom could even attempt to get ahold of him once again, a gunshot rang out.

Y/n had seen the look in Michael’s eyes as he fought with Tom. She was trying to figure out how to get him to stop. Did she shook him? Just threaten to do so? And if that didn’t work, then actually shoot him? She didn’t have a chance to figure it out when suddenly he was racing her way yet again. With slightly trembling fingers, y/n aimed the gun at Michael’s legs and pulled the trigger. She screamed as the shot rang out and Michael dropped to the ground.

Tom immediately sprinted over to y/n. He threw himself into the floor beside her. He cautiously set his hand over her shaking ones that were still holding the gun. Once she let go of it, he took it from her and moved it to his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled y/n to his side and tried to rub her back.

“I-,” y/n gasped. “I had to do it,” she defended quietly, her eyes still on Michael’s crumpled form.

“I know,” Tom reassured y/n. He held her body tighter to him as he felt her tears soak his shirt. The gun was still in his other hand, but pointed at Michael in case the man was stupid enough to try again. Tom wasn’t going to take any chances. Michael wasn’t coming anywhere near y/n ever again.

Y/n turned her gaze away from her stalker and buried her face in Tom’s side when he tapped her cheek to try to distract her. “I… I didn’t w-wa-want to shoot him,” she cried. Despite Tom’s supportive hold on her, she shook violently against him.

“I know, it’s okay,” Tom promised, resting his chin atop y/n’s head.

“No,” y/n gasped as she choked on a sob. “I-…. it’s not okay,” she argued. “I just shot someone!”

Tom frowned. “‘ey, ‘ey,” he whispered, his left hand gently lifting y/n’s damp chin up so she would look at him. “‘ey,” he repeated when she finally met his gaze. “He was charging at you.” “You did the right thing,” Tom informed her.

Y/n sniffled and hiccuped as she tried to compose herself. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Tom shook his head. “No, love, ‘course not,” he promised quickly. “I’m proud of you for doing what you had to,” he admitted solemnly.

Once y/n was in less of a panicked state, Tom quickly scanned her body for any injuries. “How’s your leg?” He asked, glancing between her and Michael rapidly as to not take his eye off the threat for too long.

Y/n stretched the leg in question out before her. “Just sore, I think,” she answered as she felt out the extent of the injury from her fall.

Tom sighed in relief, quickly pulling y/n back to his side.

“Are you okay?” Y/n croaked out after a few moments of hesitant silence. She was afraid to ask the question. She hadn’t noticed any excessive injuries, but it had all happened so fast she couldn’t be sure.

Tom heard the deep worry in y/n’s tone and hummed. “I’m fine,” he promised, tenderly squeezing her hip for effect. “Much better now that you’re here, and he’s over there,” Tom pointed out as he nodded his head towards Michael.

Y/n whimpered in tired agreement. She nuzzled into Tom’s embrace, appreciating the protection and love she felt. “Th-thank-,” she began.

“Don’t you dare thank me,” Tom spoke softly. “It’s not needed,” he promised. He crooked his neck and placed a light kiss to y/n’s head. “We’re safe now”.

Tom lifted the blanket up to keep y/n tucked in. She was resting curled up against him, his arms wrapped securely around her shrunken frame. They were seated on the couch at his apartment, under several oversized fuzzy blankets as y/n had been freezing; seemingly from her lingering anxiety after tonight’s events. By now they’d already talked to the police and completed any forms they’d been asked to do. They ventured to Tom’s apartment as y/n understandably didn’t want to be in her apartment any longer; plus, it was a crime scene still. But despite the change in environment and how tiring the situation had been, neither one could find sleep. So, they simply held each other as they snuggled on the couch.

Y/n hesitantly broke the silence. The fact that they didn’t feel the need to talk about it right away was a relief. But, there was one question that was bugging her. “Tom?” She asked quietly.

Tom pressed his back against the couch cushions so he could see y/n better. “Yes, darling?” He replied, a small but sympathetic smile on his face as he sensed her reluctance to speak.

“How… I’m glad you did,” y/n said vaguely. “But…,” she nervously bit her bottom lip. “How did… how did you know something was wrong?” She wondered.

“You called me Thomas,” Tom answered easily.

“Wh-what?” Y/n questioned.

Tom smiled and cupped y/n’s cheek with his right hand, the other staying protectively placed on her hip. “Darling, you never call me Thomas, only Tom,” he pointed out.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. It worked. “I… I didn’t know how else to signal it,” she admitted. “But… I… well, I wasn’t sure it would work, that you’d notice the slight difference”.

Tom squeezed y/n’s cheek lovingly. “I notice everything when it comes to you,” he said. “Especially if it has to do with your safety or wellbeing,” he added with a faint smile.

Y/n smiled back softly. “I’m glad,” she confessed. “On the bright side,” she murmured, turning to rest the back of her head against Tom’s chest. “At least now I know how to alert you if someone’s wrong, or if he-“.

“He’s never going to hurt you again,” Tom vowed. He tightened his grip on y/n protectively. “I will do whatever it takes to ensure you never have to worry about him again, trust me”.

“I do,” y/n commented warmly as she squeezed Tom’s hands that were locked around her waist. “I trust you, Tom,” she promised.

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Tom Holland Masterlist

Peter Parker / Spider-Man Masterlist

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americangirlstar · 4 months

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American Girl + Percy Jackson PicCrew (5/?)

Lanie Holland, daughter of Ceres

Kanani Akina, daughter of Arcus

McKenna Brooks, daughter of Mars

Saige Copeland, daughter of Apollo [alt. Arcus]

Isabelle Palmer, daughter of Venus

Grace Thomas, daughter of Bacchus

Lea Clark, daughter of Mercury

Gabriela McBride, daughter of Apollo

Tenney Grant, daughter of Apollo

#american girl #american girls #american girl doll #pjo au #camp jupiter #riordanverse #pjo pcr #girl of the year #lanie holland #kanani akina #mckenna brooks #saige copeland #isabelle palmer #grace thomas #lea clark #gabriela mcbride #tenney grant #mine #picrew

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danny-shells · 9 months

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Fan art from chapter 12 of Butler Spider, Peter Parker playing the Batfam in basketball. He’s still wearing his butler uniform which looks like a little chef outfit here. Someone please remake this with talent haha. Apparently I am not able to draw TomHolland today. Or hands. Or feet/shoes. But you know what, my Jason Todd is good and so is my Dick Grayson.

#butler au #spiderman #batfam #batman #mcu fanfictions #fanart #tom holland #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #dimension hopping #jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown #duke thomas #tim drake #peter parker

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shellshocklove · 2 years

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i want to forget | tom holland (series masterlist)

pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

summary: getting paired up with crown prince thomas for a whole semester long history project, was not how you’d imagined your last year of university to go. especially as an opposer of the monarchy.

warnings: extended warnings will be given for each chapter, the chapters marked with * will contain smut. that means that those chapters are +18 and not suitable for minors!!!

a/n: never thought i would write a royal au in my life, but the idea wouldn’t leave my brain, so here it is i guess. there’s probably some inaccuracies when it comes to the whole royal thing, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️ feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! i hope you’ll enjoy this little series! happy reading <3 (i’m still not a writer!)

playlist: god save the queen by sex pistols / riches and wonders by the mountain goats / free ride by nick drake / summer girl by haim / SGL by now, now / once more to see you by mitski / too late by the paper kites / lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley / first thing to go by hayley williams / no hard feelings by wolf alice

main masterlist

one

two

↳ blurb: presentation nerves

three

↳ blurb: sick bug

*four

*five

*six

epilogue

blurb: three years later

blurb: the wedding

*blurb: the reunion

blurb: the end

extras:

prince!tom video edit made by @cosmicryuz headcanon by @cosmicryuz

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Unfriendly Neighbourhood's Spider-Man

by lemongrovesandcloves It only took ten seconds for everything to fall apart. Which, to Peter Parker, felt like some kind of record. Now he's been turned to dust and thrown into green goo in a city on an Earth unlike his own. Faced with strange dreams and figuring his place in a place infested with muck and crime... it's up to Peter to figure out the kind of Spider-Man needed in an unfriendly neighbourhood. AKA another what if Spider-Man was with the Batman AU. featuring a soul stone embedded in a sternum, a group of miscommunicating siblings, and a cult with a sinister plot to bring about doom. Words: 4294, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Justice League vs. Teen Titans (2016), Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017), Justice League Dark: Apokolips War (2020), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Harleen Quinzel, Barbara Gordon, Raven (Teen Titans), Cyborg (Character), Teen Titans (DCU) Relationships: Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Barbara Gordon & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Infinity Stone Soul World (Marvel), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Crossover, Canon-Typical Violence, Peter Parker is a Mess, DC Comics References, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Red Robin is not an Eatery, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Damian Wayne is Robin, Barbara Gordon is Oracle via https://ift.tt/7BwobRf

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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icarus-has-falllen · 1 year

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Master list

Stranger things

Gareth Emerson

reader gifts Gareth with his flannel

Steve Harrington

jealous steve harrington

reader gets vecna'd

Eddie munson

being eddie's best friend turned lover

Billy Hargrove

very short comfort fic

being billy's bestfriend from cali

reader has powers and protects billy

Artist reader

Nancy wheeler

none yet

Mike wheeler

ghost face!byler x reader

coffee shop au

Angst to fluff

Dustin Henderson

learning how to play DND

Lucas sinclaire

none yet

Max mayfield

none yet

Will byers

ghost face!byler x reader

Will finds out reader is trans

wheeler!reader having a crush on will

Jane "eleven" hopper

none yet

Fred Benson

very short kinda fluff

byers!reader introducing fred to their family

Chrissy Cunningham

none yet

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Diego Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Five Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

late nights and snacks

Allison Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Viktor Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

FEAR STREET

simon

none yet

Young!Nick Goode

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Ziggy

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Marvel

Spider man (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

none yet

Star Lord

none yet

Miles Morales

non yet

Scream (the original)

Stu macher

none yet

Billy loomis

none yet

Mickey Altieri

none yet

Sidney Prescott

none yet

Ethan Landry

none yet

Gravity falls

Dipper pines

none yet

Mabel pines

none yet

Stanford pines

none yet

Stanley pines

none yet

Wendy

none yet

Bill cypher

none yet

Richie Tozier

none yet

Eddie Kaspbrack

none yet

Stanley Uris

none yet

Beverley Marsh

none yet

Bill Denbrough

none yet

Ben Hanscom

none yet

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton

none yet

Thomas Jefferson

none yet

John Laurens

none yet

Lafayette

none yet

Angelica Skylar

none yet

Eliza Skylar

none yet

Peggy Skylar

none yet

Hercules mulligan

none yet

Aaron Burr

none yet

Ghostbusters

Ray stantz

none yet

Egon Spengler

none yet

Peter Venkman

none yet

Winston Zeddemore

none yet

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

none yet

Xavier Thorpe

none yet

Tyler Galpin

none yet

Enid Sinclair

none yet

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

none yet

Din Djarin

none yet

Han Solo

none yet

Anakin Skywalker

none yet

Spider-verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacey

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

#scream x male reader #stranger things x reader #umbrella academy x reader #wednesday addams x male reader #ghostbusters x reader #hamilton x male reader #it x reader #gravity falls x reader #marvel x reader #fear street x reader #spider verse x male reader

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: February ‘23 Part 1

Welcome to February’s recommendation list. If you wish to be featured with one of your pieces or as a writer, I follow the #MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB and check it daily for new content for me to check out. I also share AO3 works in this list; just message me a link to your stories. I’m currently back in college, so response times will range from right away to 24 hours. I hope you all had an amazing January and a wonderful February.

<< January '23

February Pt. 2 '23 >>

My Masterlist

In This Heart Playlist • In This Heart Masterlist (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland) • In This Heart: Prologue • St Jude Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Mad Max: The Playlist • Black Butterflies Moodboard (Mad Max) • Mad King Ronan Playlist • Broken Crown Moodboard (Mad King Ronan) • Work Song Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Princes of the Universe Moodboard (Eddie Munson) • Bright Horses Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Poor Wayfaring Stranger Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Home Moodboard (Tommy Shelby)

ONE-SHOTS:

Love Like A Bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer >> 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐓𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - Summary: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. | I’m so glad I read this! I love me some dark!Bucky and this did not fail me. The ending, though, was such a surprise. *chefs kiss* Hi, upcoming reader; please read the warnings! ⚠️

A Private After Party by @angrythingstarlight >> Rockstar!Stucky x Reader - Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the afterparty." | Of course, this is hot! @angrythingstarlight wrote it, so I knew from the get-go it was going to be hot. Head the warnings going in, folks, and enjoy.

Marked by @jadedvibes >> Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys. | I loved how protective Natasha was in this and how the smut was as well.

Trouble Maker by @jurassicbarnes >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: In which you thank Bucky in your own wonderful way. He kinda loves it. | *Blushes*

Au Revoir by @vase-of-lilies >> Dark!Steve Rogers x (f)Reader - Summary - You've been captured by Steve Rogers and he's doing everything he can to possibly break you. This time, he quite possibly succeeded. | I forgot how much I missed reading Dark!Steve sometimes. This was nice, a nice little reminder of that. Head the warnings before diving in!

When I Hear Your Name by @georgiapeach30513 >> Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: You should have never left. Things were perfect. | 10/10 so good ya’ll. Please read the warnings before proceeding to read, it might be too intense for some, but I did enjoy it. The smut was great!

Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight >> Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: Bucky is an insatiable, greedy man and now he can't wait to show you how much fun you're going to have making a baby with him. And he's going to want to practice again and again. | Hot and spicy, everyone. Read the warnings and enjoy it as I did!

SERIES:

Innocent by @queenshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are forced to marry Thomas Shelby after the death of his wife, Grace. Unfortunately for you, your marriage isn’t as beautiful as you thought it would be. Will you build love and desire for each other? | Such a good series to binge when you want to get your mind off things. You get Peaky Blinder Tommy and Husband Tommy. Everything you could need.

Yule by @string-of-beads >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary - Y/N is a barmaid who has always been fascinated by Tommy, and now she's caught up in his world. What could possibly happen in the Peaky world for Y/N? (My horrible summary sorry) | I may have gotten teary-eyed a few times while reading this it was so good. I binged the whole series this evening and I’m so glad I did. Please do yourself a favor and read it!

The Photographer by @midnightmagpiemama >> Mordern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Hired by Ada Thorne, Reader who is a photographer catches the eye of single CEO dad Tommy Shelby. She is just as interested in him and his son, Charlie. Can they make a family, overcoming both their past? | I’m looking forward to upcoming updates on it. I highly suggest it to those who like Modern!Tommy Shelby.

Family Ties by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Please read the warnings when it comes to reading this. I really enjoy reading modern Peaky Blinders, and this story has the grittiness of show in modern times.

Teach Me by @inthepeakymidwinter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy takes a special interest in Shelby Company LTD.'s newest secretary. | It’s perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I can’t wait to read more.

ONE-SHOTS:

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby. | I was looking for modern!Tommy and boy did this feed my need. It's just perfect as I'm a college student. Just read it and enjoy.

Just a Stranger Now by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Thomas bumps into an old love interest. | Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster with this one.

The Silver Lining by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader - Summary: (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering. | All the feelings that were rolled up in this one, you guys. I wasn’t prepared. Grab some tissues, maybe don't; you never know, I’m a big baby. It's just so good, and you don't expect the ending that you get.

Mr. Loverman by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader - Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst. | Worried Thomas is sort of cute, I will not lie. I loved watching how caring he was.

Whatever You Want by @peakyswift >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You storm out the house after a fight with Tommy. | I felt like it was almost giving Tommy a taste of his own medicine, all those times he walks out on fights.

His Property by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred. | This has emotions and the spiciness I could ever need in one one-shot.

Show Me by @floraltypes >> Tommy Shelby x female!Reader - Summary: The Shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit. | This is what I needed to get my mind off my homework that I really should be doing! Thank you! So happy I read it.

You Can Let Go by @tommyspeakycap >> Tommy Shelby x sister!reader | Summary: Tommy dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words | Grab your tissues because folks this is an emotional one.

AO3:

Everything's a Nagotiation by plotbunniesletmesleep//@3988akasha >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: Mackenzie Theil's cousin is in debt to the Peaky Blinders and in order to save his own life, he offers up Mackenzie's services. Unfortunately for Mackenzie, she piqued Thomas Shelby's interest. | I like this story of how Tommy and his men keep turning out of nowhere. Okay, so maybe a little stalkerish... but trust me at just five chapters, I'm sucked in.

ONE-SHOTS:

Baby Mine by @cevansgoatee >> Chris Evans x Wife!Reader - Summary - Chris has a little heart-to-heart with your six-year-old from a previous marriage. | Not me over here crying like a big wimpy baby over this beautiful one-shot.

One Hundred Percent by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With sleep nonexistent since bringing home baby Gigi, Conrad takes it upon himself to get up with her tonight. | I love this so much. I am so glad I happened upon this on my dashboard; it made my day.

A Different Kind of Battlefield by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With a nursing shortage at Chastain and working triple shifts reader is exhausted, who will be there to catch her when she breaks? | Seriously I love reading Conrad and reader, and I didn't know I needed it till today.

Eternal Summer by @get-your-fics >> Paul Atreides x fem!Reader - Summary: Paul ***ks you in a tent on Arrakis. | I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I'm so glad that I did.

Switching Coats by @sufferingstarlight >> Timotheé Chalamet x Reader - Summary: TW: Periods; Reader gets her period and is in need of help from Timotheé who volunteers to switch jackets with them. | Having gone through a similar situation in 7th grade, this was adorable and I knew I had to share.

Expect the Unexpected Baby by @f10werfae >> Henry Cavill x Reader - Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? | An emotional rollercoaster of a one-shot.

Striptease Request by @thisismysecondrodeo >> Ted Lasso x Reader - Summary: Ted does a striptease to Pony by Ginuwine. | I’m so glad my friend sent me this to read. Let me just say Ted Lasso can dance for me any day and can wear underwear with my face on them any day. This made my day by 1000%.

She'll Have The World If She Wants It by @auroracalisto >> Uhtred Ragnarssson x Fem!Reader - Summary: [tw: pregnancy] Reader is pregnant and trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible till she possibly can't anymore. | This was so good! I love Uhtred so much, and I didn’t know there was a fandom on here writing for him! I need more!

Valhalla Bound by @icarusignite >> Finan x GenderNeutral!Reader - Summary: Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. | Give me till the next list to have emotionally recovered from this one.

SERIES:

Begin Again by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny) - Summary - When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I was so excited to see this get posted last week and be able to be one of the first people to reblog it. Penny and Ted are officially one of my fanfiction OTPs. If you are a Ted Lasso Fan, I highly suggest you give this one a read.

@shelbydelrey - Isa was one of the first writers for Peaky Blinder's content that caught my eye when I made my return to Tumblr. Writing mostly for Tommy Shelby and some for Alfie, she immerses you into Small Heath and the Peaky world, making you forget you're actually reading. I highly suggest you check out Isa and give her a follow.

@georgiapeach30513 - Jennifer has an expansive collection of series and one-shots for us readers to choose from on her masterlist. Currently, I'm most excited about reading her series A Losing Hand, which is a Mafia AU. Jennifer's casting of it looks spectacular for it as it has various Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters as well as other Marvel and actors alike.

@runnning-outof-time - K writes for Peaky Blinders and does a wonderful job at it. I love their blog after being back for a short amount of time, and I know I’ll be looking forward to what they post in the future

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heliads · 10 months

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Just out of curiosity, do you have a list of upcoming fics?

i do! these are the fics i have scheduled to come out:

requests:

7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)

7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)

7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)

7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)

7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)

7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)

8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)

8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)

8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)

8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)

8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)

8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)

8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)

8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)

8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)

8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)

9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)

9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)

9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)

9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)

9/14: charles leclerc x carlos sainz (soulmates au)

author's privilege non requests:

9/17: tom holland peter parker x reader (au where the avengers have strange cast a spell on all of them so no one remembers the real identities of the avengers after the disaster that was spiderman no way home, this is v convoluted but trust me it will hit)

9/20: lewis hamilton x reader (childhood best friends to potential of rivals to lovers)

#not writing

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junetuesday · 2 years

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tom holland masterlist

♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.

♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified

♡ otp

All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others.

Smut

A Covert Operation

Got a Bed With Your Name On It

Pull Over

FaceTime

Keep Quiet

Beg For It

Wanna Taste?

Whistle

Jealous 👤

Missed You

4:31am

Polo and Prosecco

Mine

Uninterrupted

Fluff

Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma

Idiot.👤

Pop. Six. Squish 👤

#BestNine

Angst

Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤

Blurbs etc.

‘Distraction’ kiss 👤

‘Before bed’ kiss 👤

”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤

‘Everyday😘’ (Pull Over add-on)

“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤

Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤

Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤

”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤

Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤

10 Best Boyfriend Qualities 👤

10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities 👤

When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes... 👤

A surprise visit

Physical v Verbal Headcanon 👤

Travelling when you’re sick 👤

When you’ve had a bad day at work 👤

Misc. soft shit headcanon 👤

Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned 👤

That time Tom got sick on the press tour 👤

Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤

Swimming in the sea

♡ sweetener

Series Masterlist

♡ au/other

Smut

Somethin' 'Bout You

Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)

Girls/Boys/Boys (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)

Truth or Dare

Forget the Bed

When in Paris (CEO!Tom)

Release (Uni AU)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)

Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)

Crash Course (Fuckboy!AU)

Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Safe (Friends to FWB)

“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)

Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)

Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)

One Night (FWB/Uni AU)

Fluff

No Lollygaggin’👤

Lovely👤

2AM 👤

Parking Practice 👤

...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤

Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato (Uni AU)

Angst

The Chain 👤

Absence (Uni AU) 👤

If It Means a Lot To You 👤

Gen/No Relationship Specified

Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)

It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤

Blurbs etc.

Time of the Month Headcanon

Slow Down👤

Sing👤

Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤

Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤

Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤

Parenthood Headcanon

First time getting a BJ Headcanon

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bradtomlovesya · 2 years

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The Art of Eye Contact

Chapter 6 | All chapters - Here -

Current Tags: @raajali3 @fangirling-galore @rogertherabbitt @powerpuffluuvv @august-cardigan @itszulli @hallecarey1 @luvmarissaaa @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @thesagewitchh @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah

Let me know if you want to be added/removed from the tags

#tom holland smut #thomas stanley holland #tom holland #tom holland writing #fanfic #smau #fanfics #fanfiction #spiderman #thomas holland #tom holland smau #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland and co #tom holland and reader #tom holland angst #tom holland social media au #social media au

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jahayla-parker · 1 month

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📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

what about tom holland x gf!reader where she constantly tries to keep him from spoiling things about "upcoming" marvel movies (she's also an actor)

Spoiler Stopper : Tom Holland x Reader SMAU

Descr: reader is an actor who is dating Tom Holland and tries to stop the king of spoilers from spoiling more details about his Marvel projects

Warnings: a few curses, Tom being a div who spoils things, that's all I believe

Liked by tomholland2013, zendaya, benbarnes, and 793,025 others

yourusername: BTS of an upcoming project 🤫 Excited to be back on a set again! Can’t wait for you all to see what’s coming!

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tomholland2013: excited xxx ❤️

hazosterfield: 👀

ynfanforever: New project?!?!

btsyn: what do we think it is guys? 🤔

tuwaine: wow, way to taunt us fans y/n smh 😆

Liked by peterspideylove, mculuver, hazosterfield, and 934,469 others

tomholland2013: BTS 🕷️

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yourusername: Tom! 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: baby, ily but I wouldn’t post this one either 😬

tomholland2013: okay, now I just think you’re being a bit too nitpicky love

hazosterfield: yeah y/n, we love a good BTS 😂 mate, really?!

tomholland2013: you two lost BTS all the time but I can’t???

yourusername: T, we’re not MARVEL! And there’s a difference between a generic BTS post and a spoiler post 🤦‍♀️❤️

hazosterfield: mate, listen to your girl 👏

tomholland2013: I think this one is fine guys

peterspideylove: NO WAY!!!

hollandforlife: ummm Tom, I would listen to y/n on this one 🫣🫣🫣

mculuver: oh. My. God. He IS in space!

tstanleyh: GotG and Spider-Man?! Screaming!!!

tomholland2013: I see the issue now….

Liked by tomholland2013, florencepugh, hazosterfield, and 839,210 others

yourusername: thinking of stealing this outfit from set to wear for a night out, or maybe even a fancy breakfast? 🤔💎

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tomholland2013: 😍😍😍

florencepugh: I think I know just the place 😘

hazosterfield: looking very posh y/n, xxx

tuwaine: from set huh? Another new project or is this the same one? 👀

zendaya: Queen 🙌

ynfansdaily: predictions?

ynwifey: breakfast at Tiffany’s?! 💎

enews: The suspense is killing us!

Liked by hollandforlife, mcubish92, enews, and 876,245 others

tomholland2013: Anyone else feel this way on Mondays? 🕷️❤️

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hollandpeter: 💔 oh no! Why do you look so hurt???

hollandwife4life: ouch!! But the suit???

yourusername: T, honey, I wish you’d run these posts by me first 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: based on the comments I’m realizing they didn’t know about the suit or the injuries from any of the trailers so far, huh? 🫣

yourusername: no sweetheart, no they did not 😂 you’re lucky you’re too cute for anyone to stay mad at, including Marvel 😘

hazosterfield: we’ll see how long that lasts 💀

peterandmj: why is he in a black suit?!

mcufanatic: what happened to the stark tech suit…

Taglist: @theslayerofthevampires @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifeysblog15 @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny

Tom Holland Masterlist

Peter Parker / Spider-Man Masterlist

All My Works / My Main Masterlist Navigation

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 17 days

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I remember it all (It's all over now)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55095475 by Pleaseworkoutokay He looked at the red sky, before turning to make eye contact with Mr. Stark. His final words, a whispered, “I’m sorry.”, made Mr. Stark’s face crumple. The words were meant for his mentor and no one else, just a private moment between the two. He turned his head away, not wanting to see the devastated expression on Mr. Stark’s face. The ugly blood red sky was the last thing he saw before total darkness. He had tried. Too bad it didn’t matter. Or the AU where Peter Parker goes to the DC universe. Post infinity war snap he gets placed in Gotham, unsure of the strange things that keep happening to him, he tries to live a somewhat normal life while waiting for the Avengers to rescue. If only the weird Bat vigilantes would leave him alone. Words: 10666, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Peter Quill, Stephen Strange, Mantis (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain & Peter Parker, Stephanie Brown & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Batfamily (DCU), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City, major character death and revival, Mentioned Uncle Ben Parker (Marvel), Dead Uncle Ben Parker (Marvel), Uncle Ben Parker Lives (Marvel), body posesion, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Batcave (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, The Blip | The Five Years Between Thanos's Snap and Hulk's Snap, hes just a little guy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55095475

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one: i want to forget | tom holland

pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 3.9k

a/n: okay so the first chapter! idk what else to say other than that i hope you guys like it! feedback as a comment, in the tags, as an ask or reply is very much appreciated, and they make me super happy! happy reading <3

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“This year we’ll be doing something different,”

You heard your professor announce as you made your way down the auditorium stairs, searching for a place to sit. You didn’t know anyone in this class, you realized as you looked around the room. Fishing out your notebook and pen from your tote bag, you sat down next to a bloke you vaguely remembered seeing before. Sending your seatmate a few quick glances, you tried to pinpoint where you’d seen him before. Another one of your classes? Maybe at a party? Then it hit you – he had been in your Introduction to literary history class your first year. You’d never talked to him before, but seeing as you had been ten minutes late to your first lecture of this history class, you were a little lost as to what your professor were talking about. So– you leaned in a little and asked him.

Sending you a look, somewhere between annoyance and pity, he pliantly whispered back, “We’re gonna be working in groups this whole semester. Every group chooses a different period of the British monarchy they’ll do all the assignments and presentations on. Look– he’s announcing the groups.” Your seatmate pointed to the screen where your professor was displaying a spread sheet, one he’d made in excel, with the names of all your classmates.

“I have chosen these groups at random and as you can see, you’ll be working in pairs.” your professor said as he struggled to enlarge his spread sheet to make it easier to read.

When he’d finally managed to enlarge his window, he continued his announcement, “Okay so… what I think we’ll do before you pick your monarchies, is that everyone should find their partner and sit together.” Squinting up at the screen you searched for your name, while around you people were gathering their things and standing from their seats.

You found your name at last, but as you read the name of your new partner, you thought your heart might have stopped. His Royal Highness Crown Prince Thomas. Your heart started beating again, but you felt a knot quickly tying itself in your stomach. You knew the Prince went to your university. And you’ve seen him around campus from time to time, where he’s always followed by his bodyguard. But you don’t have any mutual friends, and you’ve never talked to him before. You wouldn’t even know how to talk to him. And why would he ever even talk to you?

A scepticism rolled over your body like a wave, as you found his mop of brown curls, where he was seated a few rows in front of you. You were no lover of the monarchy. To be honest you wished it would be abolished. You’d always thought the monarchy was elitist, anti-democratic and nothing more than an expensive family of mascots serving no purpose. Their pompous and overly grandiose show of riches always rubbed you the wrong way.

The Prince, you saw, was looking around the auditorium, searching for you, his new partner. He was searching for a person he did not know. His eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes scanned the room. Then they met yours. His face softened as he held your gaze across the room. It was intense, but in a strange way it felt familiar. You couldn’t explain the feeling, somehow a person you’d never met before in your life, made you feel safe with just a look.

“y/n?” he mouthed, one eyebrow raised.

His question pulled you from your stupor, and you quickly nodded your head. A relieved smile spread across his lips at your confirming nod. Then he raised his hand in a short wave which ended in a finger pointing to the seat next to him. You gave him another confirming nod as you started gathering your things.

Your rebellious thoughts about the monarchy… was just that, thoughts. As much as you’d love to be a rebel, an insurrectionist, you were very much the opposite – a rule follower. Too much of a rule follower for your own good. Something your father had loved to tease you about all your life. Ever since you could remember he’d told you about “sticking it to the man”. He’d been a punk rocker in the 70s, being up to all kinds of no good in his youth. He was a family man now with a steady job, but in the core of his being; his rebellious youth had never left, and his love for punk music had lived on. So much so that your first musical memory had been watching your dad singing along to God Save the Queen by Sex Pistols in your living room. But his singing had been more like offkey and offbeat yelling, and when you’d tell him exactly that, he’d say: “That’s what punk music is”. What would he think now, you wondered, if he knew who you were partnered up with for this semester?

You made your way down the auditorium stairs as the memory faded. Your footsteps echoing to the beat of God Save the Queen now playing in your head. The closer you got to your new partner, the more you felt your stomach turn. When you reached the row where the Prince was seated, he stood from his feet and reached his hand out for you to shake. You didn’t know how to act. As much as you disliked what him and his family stood for you didn’t want to do the wrong thing, accidently offending him, and getting your partnership off on the wrong foot. But how do you greet a royal? Maybe you should curtsy? And how do you talk to him? Did you have to call him sir? Or maybe you only talked to him in the third person? With a quickening heart you reached out your clammy hand in a handshake.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said as you bended your knee in a short curtsy. Better to be safe than sorry, right?

“Did you just curtsy?” he asked – an eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk on his lips. You felt a heat flush your cheeks as you let go of his warm hand (it was very much not clammy).

“Uhm… yeah… sorry!” you scrunched up your nose as your eyes found your shoes. If the ground could open up and swallow you whole right now, that would have been great.

“You don’t have to be sorry! It was cute,” he said as a short chuckle left his lips. You looked up from your feet at his words. Cute?

“Oh, okay! Um… sorry,” you grimaced, “I mean not sorry. It’s just that I don’t know the right etiquette for talking to a royal… like do I call you Your Royal Highness… or sir… or Crown Prince Thomas?” you were rambling.

“You can just call me Tom! That is more than fine.” His voice was gentle and reassuring, but an amused smile tugged on his lips.

Before you had a chance to say anything more, the voice of your professor rang through your ears telling the class to settle down, and cutting you and Prince Thomas’– no, you mean: cutting you and Tom’s quick conversation short. Settling down in the seat beside him, you turned your head towards your professor.

“Okay, so now that you’ve all found your partners for this semester, you’ll all pick your monarchies! I’ve written them all down on pieces of paper and put them in this hat for you to draw. Pass the hat around, draw a piece of paper and shout out your monarchies so I can write them down!” he said as he handed the pair in the front row the hat, before he situated himself behind his laptop.

When the pair in front of you handed you the hat, you asked the Prince if he wanted to draw from the hat. “No, you go ahead.” he gestured.

Reaching your hand into the hat, you twisted your hand around, feeling around to the sound of paper rustling. When you felt like you’d found the best piece of paper, the chosen one, you quickly drew your hand back. You felt the Prince’s eyes on you as you opened the folded paper. When you read what monarchy you’d drawn from the hat, you felt your body sink like a rock tossed in water.

“Do you want me to pick another?” you whispered as you showed him the paper slip. House Holland of London was written out on the piece of paper in your professor’s neat cursive. When he looked up from the paper slip and met your eyes, a whisper left your lips, “Sorry”. You had one job, and then you drew the one monarchy he probably didn’t want to get. Embarrassing yourself in front of him seemed to be a running theme for you today.

“What monarchy did you draw?” you heard your professor ask. You could feel everybody’s eyes on the two of you. You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to ask your professor if it would be alright if you could draw another reign, but before you could say a word, the Prince beside you said:

“House Holland of London”,

“Oh!” your professor sounded surprised, “And you’re alright with that sir?” he asked.

“Yes, that shouldn’t be a problem.” Tom looked to you, a soft smile on his lips, as he answered your professor. For some reason his smile made your heartbeat quicken in your chest.

“Well, if you’re okay with it, sir– then I see no problem with it! It will be fascinating to see what you two come up with!” your professor said as he wrote down “House Holland of London” beside your names in his spread sheet.

When you’d passed the hat to the next pair, you leaned in a little closer to the Prince. “I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to pick your family. I was going to ask him if we could pick another reign!” you whispered to him.

“You really don’t need to apologize, y/n! It’s not your fault! You picket it at random– it’s totally fine.” He reached out his hand and patted your leg. Like he with each pat wanted to reassure you that it was okay.

When everyone in your class had chosen their monarchies, your professor handed out your first assignment: to make a family tree to present in the next class, along with a basic description of every family member. Throughout this whole semester you would get to know your chosen royal family better through assignments you would present to the class. Teaching the rest of your classmates about your royal family, while learning about others from your peers.

“So… do you want to meet up tomorrow to work on the assignment?” you asked Tom when class was dismissed.

“Yeah, sure… you let me check my schedule.”

You gathered your things while you watched him pull up his calendar up on his phone.

“Um… I have class tomorrow morning, but I can meet you around twelve o’clock. Does that work for you?” he didn’t look up from his phone.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I have to leave around three though for work. Should we meet at the campus café?” you asked as you pulled your tote bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” he said with a nod. You exchanged numbers, said your goodbye’s and see you tomorrow’s, before you both went your separate ways.

A burning tingling warmth spread throughout your fingers as your grip around your coffee cup tightened. You were waiting for the Prince, and you were nervous. There was no denying it. And you were early. Making that jittery feeling, heightened by the cup of coffee you were nursing, stronger. You’d sat down by the window. Eyes periodically glancing from the latte art (once it had been a flower (or fern?) now only random streaks of foam), to the campus square outside.

All day yesterday you’d fought a war with your own head. You knew you needed to at least become friendly with the Prince, for your partnership’s sake. But he also stood for something you were completely morally against. You didn’t wish to become close with him, but at the same time there had been something about him yesterday that drew you in. He wasn’t at all what you’d expected a royal to be. He didn’t come across as cocky or patronizing – even though he had been the most important person in that auditorium. And as embarrassed as you’d felt yesterday when you’d picked his family, he didn’t make you feel bad – he’d only been kind and reassuring.

All your life you’d never really cared to keep up with the royal family, only passively picking up information here and there. But from your very little knowledge of him – you’d never heard anything bad… and you thought he was handsome. You could be honest with yourself and admit that you were attracted to him. He was someone you could easily fall for, had he just been a normal guy. But he wasn’t a normal guy. He was the heir apparent to the throne. Destined to one day become king. He was everything but normal, and not someone you could fall for under any circumstances.

Last night, not wanting to be completely oblivious before meeting him today, you’d done some research on his family. The Queen, who has ruled for over fifty years at this point, was his maternal grandmother. A plane crash in 2006 where both his parents had been passengers, was the reason for why Tom was first in line to the throne. The passing of his parents had left him, and his three younger brothers orphaned. You remembered when it happened, even though you had still only been a child. The whole country had been in mourning for weeks on end. Seated in front of the TV you had watched the funeral, like the rest of the country. But your strongest memory of the funeral had been of Tom – of him holding his younger brothers tight in an embrace, tears streaming down his face, as they stood dutifully by their parents’ caskets. You remembered how it had made you want to cry. And how scared it had made you of losing your parents – so scared that before you’d went to bed that night, you’d hugged them extra tight, not wanting to let go.

The clinking sound of the bell hanging off the café door, pulled you from your memories. Looking in its direction you saw the Prince’s familiar face, followed by a stern looking man dressed in black from top to toe. From an earpiece a cord curled its way down his neck where it disappeared under the collar of his shirt. The Prince on the other hand was dressed more casually. Standing by the door, eyes roaming around the café, he was wearing a white shirt hidden away under a black sweater vest paired with a pair of baggy chino pants. Over his right shoulder he’d flung his backpack, resting it against his side.

When his eyes met yours, a smile spread across face. He lifted his hand in a small wave before he made his way over to where you sat by the window. A few tables away from you, the man in black stopped the Prince, making him turn to face him. The man’s stern face gave nothing away as he told the Prince something you couldn’t hear from where you sat. The Prince nodded his head before he turned around again and made his way over to your table.

“Hi, y/n! How are you? I’m sorry, but would it be okay if we sat over there instead?” he said as he pointed to a table in the back of the café. Getting up from your seat you let out a: “Yeah, sure, no problem”.

“I’m sorry– John told me we couldn’t sit here because of security reasons.” he shot you an apologetic smile.

He helped you gather your things and followed you over to the table he’d pointed to. It was tucked into a corner shielding it from the rest of the café. As you put down your coffee cup at the table, the Prince introduced you to the man in black, “Ehm… this is my bodyguard John by the way.”

“Oh, I’m y/n,” you reached out your hand in a handshake. John didn’t even look towards you as you introduced yourself. His eyes were fixated on scanning the room (and looking as mean and scary as possible, you thought). Baffled by his complete rejection, you withdrew your hand as you looked to the Prince for an explanation.

“Yeah, don’t mind him… he’s not supposed to take his eyes of the ‘potential threats’,” he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said the words ‘potential threats’, “you can just pretend he’s not here��.

Nodding your head you said, “I guess I can do that”, putting your bag down at the seat of the bench lining the back wall and corner. It would feel strange to you though, you had to admit that. Just ignoring someone’s presence all together. But there wasn’t really anything you could do about it anyway.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee before we start if that’s alright? Do you want anything? Another coffee? A muffin? A croissant?” the Prince said after a beat passed.

“Oh, no I’m alright thank you!” you said before seating yourself on the bench.

“Okay then! I’ll just be a second.” He put his backpack down on the chair in front of you, before he walked over to the counter. John a loose follow behind as he continued scanning the room and exuding his intimidating behaviour.

Taking a sip of your now almost cold coffee, you fished out your things from your bag, and placed them on the table in front of you. Your pulled out your notebook and your favourite pen, your laptop with an empty google slides opened, and a book about the modern monarchy you’d borrowed at your uni’s library earlier before you came.

You were reading over the assignment text again when the Prince sat down opposite you. The sound of a plate sliding across the table and bumping into your arm, made you look up from your computer screen. Beside your laptop, a plate with a ham and cheese croissant had appeared. Confused you looked to the Prince.

“Thank you? But you really didn’t have to get me this,”

A soft smile appeared on the Prince’s lips as he shrugged, “I know, but it’s lunch time and I wanted to eat lunch with you before we got started… get to know you a little”. He lifted his fork taking a stab at the salad in front of him. Get to know me a little?

“Yeah, of course. We’re going to be working together so much this semester– and you’re obviously gonna learn a lot about me, it’s only fair I learn a little about you”. You hadn’t realized you’d said that out loud before he’d answered your rhetorical question.

“I guess that’s fair,” you finished your cold coffee, “what do you want to know?”.

He asked about what your major was, and you told him. Then he asked about where you were from, and you told him that too. Then he asked what your favourite food and favourite colour was, which made you laugh because you suddenly felt like you were on an awkward first date, but you told him that too. From there the conversation between you flowed like a steady stream in a never-ending river. He was an attentive listener, never breaking eye contact as you launched into story after story. You told him about that time your roommate almost burned your kitchen down trying to make you dinner for your birthday last year. When you came to the part where your roommate had somehow managed to burn water, a belly laugh erupted from his body, startling poor John. John’s reaction only made him laugh more, his giggling so contagious, that you couldn’t help but laugh too.

He was a very good storyteller too. Drawing you in as you became immersed in whatever he was talking about. And he was funny, making you laugh too. Something that made the walls you’d tried to build earlier, start to break down. Getting lost in your conversation with Tom you hadn’t realized how long you’d been chatting before a notification on your phone made you look at the time.

“Fuck!” you said as you frantically started to gather your things.

“What is it?” Tom asked as he jumped up from his seat, helping you pack your things.

“I’m gonna be late for work! I should have left like half an hour ago!” you cursed yourself for not noticing how late it had gotten – but talking to Tom had made you lose track of time.

“Ehm… we didn’t even start the assignment.” Tom reminded you as he handed you your laptop.

Your hand shot up to rub your forehead. You’d completely forgotten about the assignment. The reason for why you had been here with Tom in the first place had melted away like snow under the spring sun the moment you’d started talking.

“How about we meet at the palace next time? I’m sure there’s some books there, or people that know the history of my family well that we can talk to, and help us with our assignment!” Tom proposed.

Meet at the palace? He’s inviting you to the royal palace? You didn’t have time to dwell on what he’d just asked you, so instead you just nodded your head and said, “Yeah, that sound like a good idea!”

“Does Friday work for you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine!” you nodded again. You really didn’t have time to process what he was saying right now. Whatever time he suggests, you’ll make the time work for you, you thought.

“Text me your address, and I’ll arrange for a car to come get you on Friday… You can’t really get in any other way.” he chuckled. Finally ready to go you looked up at him for the first time since you’d realized how late you were. His eyes softened under your gaze, and the way he was looking at you made you suddenly feel calmer.

“Okay!” you breathed out.

“I’ll see you on Friday then?” he asked. His eyes dancing around your face. “I’ll see you on Friday!” you confirmed with a smile.

“Okay then” he returned your smile.

A beat passed where you didn’t know what to do, but it only lasted a second before Tom surprised you by pulling you in for a goodbye hug, “Bye, y/n”. The hug didn’t last long. Not long enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, or for you to get a whiff of his cologne. But it was long enough for it to cause butterflies to flutter in your tummy at his touch.

“Don’t you need to get going?” he asked after you’d made no move to hurry out the café.

“Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to shake this burning feeling he’d lit in you, “Goodbye, Tom!

You left the café the same way you had arrived – nervous. But now your tummy was fluttering for a different reason than it had done this morning.

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