Untitled drabble #3: The long overdue Spain!Tom content burried under a shit-ton of work in progress.
You weren’t planning on staying in Spain. That’s certain. Well, maybe for the past three days.
Not until you met Tom.
You see, you and your family have been dying to get out and have a little vacation to sort of lighten everyone’s mood because of the pandemic. It was your brother’s idea actually. And you weren’t really planning on going since, duh, the world’s still in the middle of a bloody pandemic.
Anyway, your mother persuaded you to come after she’s made sure that you wouldn’t be breaking any laws and whatnot.
By the time you were about to leave, came an english lad you most certainly saw a couple of times in the movie theatre. Your brother even had to point out that he was the one playing Spiderman. Knowing you, you didn’t give a single damn about those kind of films not unless you get to see Chris Evans shirtless.
“You ready?” His voice catches you off guard as you trail deep in your own thoughts.
“What?” You ask him. Still fazed by the fact that you, a girl who was just heading home with her family, chose to stay back and have a couple days off to yourself– and apparently, your new found boyfriend.
Actor boyfriend for that matter.
“Hang tight, okay?” He says, the engine roaring to life.
Tom and the crew, along with some of the cast and his brother, Harry, decided to spend the afternoon out to take the jet-skis that were lent to them by the management out for a spin.
“Are you really sure about this? Is this even safe?” You never took yourself to be such a goodie-two shoes. But something about meeting Tom a few nights ago made you feel this inkling uncertainty of what the coming days might bring upon the two of you.
“You’re with me, y/n. You just have to trust me.” He whispers, the kind that’s enough to make your gut churn in the best way possible.
Your hands travelled down to his stomach, quite lingering on the material that was covering his bare skin. In front of all the people watching you and the boys at bay, you quietly rest your chin on Tom’s shoulder as you let out one last anxious sigh.
Tom chuckles and manages to turn his head just a tad bit towards you just so he could plant a kiss on your forehead so subtly.
“Don’t let go, alright?”
He winks at you, hazel eyes under the afternoon sun.
Summary: Soulmates were the gift of the universe, but to two broken souls, they were the opposite, soulmates were a curse.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: swearing, other stuff, i didn’t proof read oops
A/N: so i am back and i won’t leave again i promise :) and this is a teaser THEREFORE THE FULL THING IS NOT THIS N E WAY STREAM POSITIONS POR FAVOR
This world was full of evils that lurked, waiting to pounce on its prey. There was a darkness that laid in its people’s hearts, creating the most wretched, sick, and twisted souls. Even with all the evil that laid at the heart of the world, existed those who chose to stay true and loyal to themselves, those whose hearts were pure and golden, those who chose to be kind and loving to not only those close to them but those who were complete strangers, them who showed compassion, empathy, and love for others. They were rewarded by the universe, they were gifted with the one thing the heart longed for the most, love. They were gifted with love, more specifically, a soulmate.
Those who were lucky enough to be granted a soulmate would receive a tattoo on their skin, a tattoo that matched the one their soulmate had. They obtain this tattoo by sundown on their eighteenth birthday, that’s when they officially become a golden heart. That’s what they were called; because of their kind and compassionate nature, they were labeled as golden hearts. The tattoo was another gift of the universe, making the path to finding the person they were destined to be with easier.
Tom was one of the most powerful and ruthless leaders in London. People often described him as heartless, he had no patience, no emotions, nothing. He was either angry or showed no emotion at all. But there was something about him no one but Tom himself and his right-hand man knew. His eighteenth birthday. He had been out, dining with his brothers and a couple of close friends to celebrate. He had stepped out to take a drink and watch the sunset. Up until that point, Tom had never given soulmates the time of day, he was confident that on his eighteenth birthday, he would not receive a tattoo. However, the future is uncertain to us, and the unexpected can always happen.
Harrison came out to drink with him too, they talked about what the future would look like now that Tom was to take over the mob, and that’s when the unprecedented happened. Tom hissed, dropping his glass of beer to shatter into tiny pieces, feeling a burn on the skin of his wrist, and he realized he received a soulmate tattoo. He was now branded as a golden heart, though he felt he was far from that. Nonetheless, the two best friends kept it a secret, swearing to never speak of the tattoo. As the head of a powerful mob, it was dangerous to have someone close or someone he loved, a soulmate was a gift from the universe, but for Tom, it was a weapon that could be used against him.
Tom was great at hiding and suppressing his emotions, but he was honest with himself. He knew there would be a day where he would find his soulmate, no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. Their meeting was inevitable, it was written in the stars by fate. He would never admit it to anyone, but he cared about his soulmate, despite never having met them, he felt his heart connect and become attached to his love the moment his eyes met the sun-\shaped tattoo on his wrist. He had felt a strange feeling, butterflies in his stomach, and for a moment he smiled softly, it wasn’t just happiness, it was a feeling he could only describe as love. Tom did care for his soulmate and knew that if he was to meet them and become more attached than he already was, he would never forgive himself. Tom wasn’t scared of what would happen to him, he was scared of what could happen to his soulmate.
Tom was always one to push his thoughts and feelings aside, at least when he wasn’t alone, laying on his luxurious bed at night. He had work to do, he wasn’t going to deal with his feelings or heart issues until he met his soulmate, he was a leader after all. However, as much as he liked to keep busy, his right hand man and best friend, Harrison, was not as cold or heartless as Tom was, which is why it was so surprising to Tom when it was him who received a tattoo instead of Harrison.
It didn’t matter now though. The two were having dinner at some fancy underground restaurant. The place was vibrant with life and known for the music its musicians and performers provided. There were people dancing to the jazz music that played loudly through the speakers of the restaurant. The lights were dimmed and gave off shades of yellows and light oranges. There were fancy and detailed chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The musicians were having fun on the stage as the people ate their food. It was a beautiful sight, but Tom was just too pissed off to care.
“Would you cut it with the eye rolls and huffs and puffs, you look like a child, Tom.” Harrison hissed at him.
Tom rolled his eyes again for what felt like the millionth time that night. “I don’t want to be here, Haz. I should be working.”
Harrison groaned, tired of his friend’s antics. “Jesus, Tom, just let loose once in a while. I’m fucking hungry and this place has the best lasagna I have ever tasted, lemme enjoy this before we have to go. back to work.” He said with an annoyed tone. “Besides, weren’t you the same guy who despised the idea of running a mob when we were sixteen?”
Tom looked at Harrison with a death stare, his brown eyes burning into his soul. “I grew up, Harrison.” He said shortly and sharply, coldness lacing his voice.
“Nah, you died on the inside.” The blonde shook his head, taking another bite of his lasagna.
Tom scoffed and slouched back into his, not having a better retort to reply with. As he looked around the place, in the corner of his eye, Tom saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. No other could compare this stranger’s beauty. She was wearing a light blue dress, complimenting the shade of her soft skin. There was a diamond necklace around her neck and a white fluffy coat covering the lower arms, keeping her bare shoulders visible. Elegant, classy, and beautiful. Tom thought, completely mesmerized and entranced. His eyes watched as she stepped in front of the microphone, nodding her head to the pianist, signaling the man in a tuxedo to begin playing.
Tom could have sworn his soul left his body once she opened her mouth, revealing the most enchanting and pleasing voice he had the pleasure of hearing. It was so melodious and smooth. The instruments and her voice just blended so well, creating the most perfect mixture of sounds. The people around the restaurant began to move into the dance floor as the music started to speed up the tempo, but he couldn’t care less, he only cared about the woman in the blue dress with an alluring voice.
You watched with a smile on your face as the people around you danced and laughed with one another to the sound of your music. That is what you lived for, bringing joy and happiness through the sound of music, the intoxicating beat, and melody. It was truly everything you wanted, and it felt as if at that moment you could rule the world, nothing could stop you.
Singing and making music had been something you loved and dreamed about since you were a small child. You dreamed big and settled for nothing less. There was just something so captivating about music, something that drew you in, and after that, you couldn’t let go. You loved singing at the restaurant, it paid really well, and you got to do what you loved, but once the lights went out and the curtain closed, there was something missing, there was a hole in your heart no matter how many notes you hit. Your grandmother often would tell you the same thing over and over to explain the emptiness in your heart. “You haven’t found your soulmate, baby.” She would say, laughing when you rolled your eyes.
You didn’t want a soulmate. You just had no time for one, nor did you want to open up to a total stranger who was supposedly predestined to be with you. Your grandmother would always laugh at your stubbornness and refusal to settle down for someone that was chosen for you. She used to be the same way, she would say, but then she met your grandfather and everything changed. No matter how many times she tried, you still never changed your mind. You did not want a soulmate. After that, you simply tried your best to ignore that gaping hole in your heart, denied it, focusing on your work more than ever.
You felt joy watching everyone dance as their eyes glowed with pure happiness. As you sang the last note, your eyes met a pair of brown ones and that’s when you felt it. The same feeling you had felt the day that cursed tattoo burned itself onto your skin. That’s when you saw it, your tattoo was glowing. No, you thought. You had found your soulmate. Panicking, you ran out of the room, going straight for your dressing room.
Tom’s eyes stayed put on your running figure. He stood up from his chair, walking towards you, ignoring Harrison’s calls, tuning them out. He had just found his soulmate and for some reason, he didn’t want to let her go. He ran after you, but once you went backstage, he lost you.
Tom huffed in annoyance, running back into the restaurant, grabbing Harrison by the collar and dragging him outside to find you. “What the fuck, Tom?” He protested. “I was perfectly fine eating my cheesecake.” He whined.
Tom rolled his eyes. “I found my soulmate, Harrison.”
That caught Harrison’s attention. “And you wanna find her?” The blonde asked, confused.
Tom sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Yeah.” He nodded, not quite believing himself either. Then he saw her, hair flowing down your back, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white jacket, carrying a bag in your hand. His supposedly cold and dead heart skipped a beat, his palms were sweating, and he felt a smile creep onto his face.
“Hey!” He called out to you.
You looked back at the man you had connected with, your soulmate, panic was written all over your features, clouding your eyes. You shook your head, tears in your pretty eyes, mouthing a small “no” before stepping into the backseat of a black limousine, driving away, and leaving Tom confused and breathless on the sidewalk.
“Sorry, mate.” Harrison patterned his best friend’s back. “I guess she didn’t want to find you, but it’s good, right? You didn’t want a soulmate either.” He tried to comfort, watching Tom step closer to where the car you drove off in was. Something caught his eye, a diamond necklace, the diamond necklace you wore during your performance, it must have fallen out of your bag. He picked up the pendant made of small and detailed diamonds, touching, and carefully observing the detailed crystals in the pendant. Suddenly, it popped open, revealing a small picture of you and an older woman, celebrating what looked like a birthday party. Tom smiled softly at the picture, feeling the same butterflies in his stomach he had felt moments before.
Tom shook his head at Harrison’s words. “I’m going to find her.”
WC: 1400-ish, Yes I know the sequel is longer than the original.
Warnings: Not much just some references to alcohol
You walked hand and hand with Peter down the halls of his fancy Ivy League school. One that looked like it had just come straight out of a Jane Austen book. Somehow the click of your heels on the white porcelain tile sounded a little crisper than anywhere else in the city and the school’s air smelled a little fresher than the air even in Central Park.
Peter took bigger strides than usual. You were almost walking twice as fast just to keep up with him. He was so in his head about being on time to his presentation. You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him, he was being much more nervous than usual, hell he was probably the most nervous he had ever been in his life. He looked down at the thick stack of papers in his other hand. They were labeled: The Exploration of the BioPhysics Used in the Stark Industries Sonic Cannon. He studied them again for the fourth time since the two of you had walked in the building.
“Peter, it’s gonna be okay,” You gave his hand a little squeeze to reassure him.
“Are you sure?” He asked, “What if I forgot something? What if I forgot my flash drive with my powerpoint on it?”
“You’ll be fine Peter,” You laughed a little, “We packed three extra flash drives with three identical copies of your powerpoint on each flashdrive,”
“Are you sure all the flash drives work? What if one doesn’t work when I get up there?”
“Than you won’t use that one and you’ll just try the next one,”
“Do you think I practiced enough times?”
“Peter, I let you practice in front of my students every week for an entire semester, I think they know more about Biophysics than your entire committee combined,” You laughed again.
“What if there’s a spelling mistake somewhere? Or the committee doesn’t like the font I used?” He continued to panic about the small details as the two of you walked up to the meeting room where he would be defending his doctorate dissertation in.
“Peter, you had me, MJ, Ned, Aunt May, Pepper, and Dr. Banner triple-check your presentation, your notes, and your handouts for any errors,” You said, trying to help calm him, “And you choose New Times Roman, how can you go wrong with that when you’re talking to a bunch of smarty-pants scientists?”
“Okay okay, I get it, I’m just really nervous, that’s all,” Peter said quietly as the two of you stood right in front of the doors to the board room, his feet still pedaling in place due to how nervous he was, “Do I look okay?”
“You look really handsome,” You responded, tucking his little fly away curls behind his ears and straightening his tie. You took note of how much Peter resembled his uncle in the few pictures Aunt May had shown you.
“Will you be here when I come back out? Do you have anywhere else you need to be?” He asked anxiously before looking down at his papers again.
“I’m gonna be right here Peter, and if you ever get nervous while you’re in there, just remember I’m right out here, it’s just the two of us” You smiled. You took your fingers and pulled his gaze up from his papers giving him a small kiss.
“Okay,” He pulled you in close for one last hug, taking in your words, “Well, wish me luck?”
“You don’t need luck Peter,” You said before leaning onto the tip of your toes to kiss him again, you found yourself smiling against his lips, “You gonna kill it,”
He nodded slowly, “I am, aren’t I?” He smiled. It was the first thing he had said all morning with confidence.
“Go get’em Spiderman,”
Two Hours Later
You were in the process of grading what seemed like your millionth book report of “Animal Farm” when Peter walked out the doors. You shoved everything that had been sitting on your lap aside and rushed to his side.
“Hey, how was it?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him before guiding him to the bench you had been sitting at.
“It was a lot,” Peter responded, running his hands through his hair, still very clearly on edge, “But I think I got through it in once piece,”
“Did the committee say anything to you?”
He shook his head, “After my presentation they grilled me with a bunch of questions for about an hour and then they just asked me to step out, and now they’re discussing whether or not I’ll get my degree,”
“I’m sure you did amazing Peter,” You tried to reassure him, your hand cupping his cheek.
“But what if I didn’t? I mean that dissertation was six years of my life, what if it wasn’t good enough for them?” His foot started tapping rapidly, bouncing up and down, “If I fail that means everything we put off for six years was for nothing, I could’ve had a secure job now and we wouldn’t be struggling to make rent on a one-bedroom apartment in Queens every month,”
“Peter, that doesn’t matter, you gave it everything you had,” You said and then kissed him, resting your forehead against his.
“But I mean what if-”
“Peter, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay,” You clarified.
“Are you positively sure? How do you know?”
“Yes I’m sure, and I just know,” You answered his questions.
He shook his head a little with a small smile on his lips, “How do you do it dear? How do you just know?” He asked, his body slouching down and leaning against yours.
“Because it’s you and I, just the two of us, and we’ll make it if we try,” You replied, “We’ve survived bad guys, world-ending apocalypses, and everything in between, who says this city is gonna get the best of us?”
“So this right now, it’s just a little rain, right?” He asked, although his tone made his word come out as more of a plea as he folded his hands together in his lap.
“This is not at all a storm,” You sighed.
“Mister Parker,” One of the assistants you assumed popped his head out of the door, “The committee is ready to speak to you on their decision,”
Peter stood up again, straightening out the folds in his jacket and adjusting his cuffs, his hands slightly trembled as he did, “Do I still look okay?”
“I’d say you look like you could use a drink, You giggled before standing up next to him, “But you’re still very handsome,”
You tucked in his loose curls that had fallen out from behind his ears again and then straightening his tie again.
“I love you,” Peter said.
“I love you,” You repeated back, “And you got this doctorate degree in the bag,”
1 Hour Later
Peter slowly waltzed his way out of the room with the rest of his committee and a few other individuals. His eyes eagerly scanning the hallway for you.
“Peter over here!” You called out to him, standing up from the bench where you had finally finished grading.
His eyes landed on you and he smiled instantly. He checked to make sure the rest of his committee was at least halfway down the hall and out of hearing range before running up to you. He immediately engulfed you in the biggest hug. His arms wrapping around your waist to lift you and then spinning you around a couple times.
“Guess who is now officially Doctor Peter Parker?” He said before setting you down.
“No, what?” You cheered, you hands cupped his cheeks, “See I told you that you’d kill your presentation”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,I really couldn’t have done it without you, you know? I love you so, so much,” He said as he peppered your face with kisses.
“I love you too Spiderman,” You smiled, “Now come on, Ned and MJ are waiting at a bar for us so that we can celebrate,” You started to drag him down the hall, knowing that he had been waiting to have this beer for six years.
Summary ➳peter catches you sleepwalking at night and adventure ensues.
Requested by:@babeyspidey 🍁 (blurb) - Maybe the reader sleepwalks and Tom/Peter is just like ?? idrk lol just something fluffy lmfaoo
Peter smiled in victory as you finally dialled the number to your landline to tell your mom that you were going to spend the night at Parkers’
You and Peter started dating a month back and you’d been spending a lot of time together but never spent the night over at the other’s.
Peter never stopped smiling as you talked to your mother and convinced her, one of his hands playing with your fingers. You hung up the phone and gave him a small pout, “I’m sorry.”
He looked down at his lap, trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes.
“No, it’s okay.” He looked into your eyes, trying to muster up a smile but finally pursed his lips when he couldn’t, “You gotta do what–”
“She said yes.” You giggled, placing a hand over his cheek.
His face bore an amused expression at your statement, “What?”
“She agreed!” You cooed, crawling up to him and cradling his face in your hands, placed a quick peck on his lips. He smiled widely and kissed you back.
You spent the time watching movies and eating snacks. Peter and you simultaneously tried to toss a gummy bear in each-other’s mouth and Peter did it in one go because of his good aim.
“This is not fair!” you laughed so hard, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes, “You’ve had practice.”
“You can practice on me.” He smiled gently handing you the packet of gummy bears and opened his mouth.
“Oh, I will,” You smirked slightly, moving to straddle his hips, “practice on you.” and crashed your lips on his.
He held you close by your waist as your hair fell over his face. When you two pulled away breathless, both cheeks covered in blush, you giggled caressing his cheeks as you pecked his lips once more before falling beside him on the bed.
Peter felt you move in his arms. He hummed in his sleep, trying to constrict you from leaving him alone on the bed, but it was worthless as you got out of his embrace and the bed.
“(Y/n), come back!” Peter whined when you opened the door to the hallway, “Where are you going?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting straight on the bed.
His eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t hear you reply, just watching you move towards the kitchen through the door that was left wide open.
He got up from the bed and followed you to the kitchen and stared at your back as you moved to fetch water into a glass, “(Y/n)?”
He confronted you, walking forwards easily now that he was wide awake. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw your eyes still closed and the glass of water in your hand.
Oh. He wondered. You were sleepwalking. He chuckled at you, watching your calm expressions, “Hey, (Y/n)! It’s Peter.” He smiled, “I’m going to take you back–”
He was stopped mid-sentence when your hand raised in the air and the water trickled down his forehead, drenching the collar of his shirt.
His mouth went agape at your tactics as you kept the glass on the table and moved back towards the bedroom. It wasn’t until you laid on the bed that Peter snapped back to reality and finally closed his mouth.
He sighed and moved to get another sweatshirt from his cupboard, watching you sleeping peacefully, he scoffed at you.
Oh, the things he would forgive you for doing.
He smiled sweetly as soon as he entered the bed and wrapped his arms around you once more. He mumbled into your ear before falling asleep once again.
Summary: Y/N and Peter don’t believe in ghosts, so MJ and Ned dare them to spend the night together in a haunted house.
Warnings: Swearing, ghosts (?)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word count: 2k
A/N: I was too tired to proofread this more than once so if there are mistakes I’m sorry :( I just wanted to get it up tonight.
You and Peter don’t believe in ghosts. You find it a tad bit ridiculous that some people do. Why anyone would believe in some translucent floating menace was beyond you. There isn’t any scientific evidence to back up the existence of ghosts, so there’s no reason to believe in them. Sure, there are some things, like religion, that could make sense to believe in without science to back it up, but ghosts? It’s laughable. That’s why, when your friends dared you two to stay in a so-called “haunted” building for the night, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. So what if the wind was creepy? So what if it made the doors move as if someone was there? You don’t care; it’s all bullshit.
She was so cold; frigid and frozen as heat left her body. Maybe it was just in her nature to never wear the appropriate clothing in relation to the weather, or maybe she was so accustomed to someone always bringing a jacket for her, that she never thought twice about what she wore. Now, though, she regrets every decision she has ever made.
A/n: Reuploaded. I hope this time the tags will work. This a best friends to something else type of story. It takes place at the end of quarantine. Contains SMUT, 7.8k long, and my first and definitely not last Tom Holland fic. Mind telling me what you thought? :)
Summary: when Tom finds out how disappointing your love life has been, he decides to take matters into his own hands, and show you - his best friend, just how good a real man can make you feel.
“Show me your phone, darling” Tom groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Tom never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didn’t want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.
“I said no” you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didn’t want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldn’t want to discuss with him.
“Why not?” he asked, offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, “What can be that bad? I wouldn’t have asked any questions if you hadn’t been so off about it from the start”
You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.
“Is it a guy? Have you been seeing someone?” Tom asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. “Is that it? I don’t wanna read you texts, just tell me yes or no, and I’ll drop it. Promise”
You took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s a guy” you said calmly, “But we’re not seeing each other”
“Then why does he keep texting you like crazy?”
“Crazy…” you sighed, tapping your chin, “Good description”
“Come on, Y/n” Tom whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, “Just tell me, I’m really curious, crazy how?”
“Promise you’re not gonna freak out?” you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.
“When have I ever freaked out?” he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone you’ve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothing’s scarier than Tom when he was truly mad, you didn’t quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.
“Ok, so” you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, “His name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-”
“Wait a second” he cut you off, “During the lockdown?”
“Oh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I think”
It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldn’t decide to drop it. “Pretty serious, then, huh?” he said eventually.
“Literally the opposite” you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, “We saw each other once-” and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, “hooked up, and didn’t talk since”
Pure annoyance was readable on his features. “Apparently haven’t talked until now?”
“It was so wrong on many levels but the pleasure made it feel so right.”
You feel another presence behind you, Harrison looking behind you with a smirk appearing on his face.
Turning around, you’re met with a pair of brown eyes. Your eyes roam over his eyes to his nose, to those lips in a smirk that looks like it knows your dirtiest little secret, to that jawline.
“Well, mate, didn’t you pick up a gorgeous one.” He says looking up at Harrison before looking back at you. He sniffs you a bit and his smirk widens. “A witch in fact. I heard their quiet ablast during a full moon. Think you’ll be able to keep up with us darling?”
Looking between the blonde and brunette, your own smirk makes its way across your lips. “I think I’ll manage perfectly fine.” You say as you grab each boys hand in your own.
a/n: this idea has been sitting in my drafts since the first time i found out that Tom is actually scared of spiders…so along time ago asdfghjkl and just got around to finishing it a few weeks ago. i don’t mind spiders and have handled quite a few but anyway, hope you enjoy this one <3
pairing: tom holland x female!reader summary: There’s a big spider
on the bed and Tom is scared shitless to go near it so you’re the one
who has to get it out. He livestreams the whole thing for fun, so, you also
chase him with it for fun. warnings: fluffy funny stuff, a spider, a person who’s scared of spiders, and a person who’s not. word count: 1.3k+
masterlist in bio & pinned post
You hear your boyfriend scream, followed by thundering
footsteps down the stairs that had you off the couch and on your feet in
“Tom? Are you alright?” you called out as you
peeked in the hallway, the lad mentioned coming into view not long after. Your
confusion and concern only heightened when Tom went to latch onto you
immediately. His strong arms wrapped around your body, face buried on the crook
of your neck as he lets out a soft groan of dismay. “What’s up
bubba?” you asked, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“There’s a spider on the bed, like a really, really big
spider,” Tom muttered, pulling away to look at you with an adorable pout.
You couldn’t stop the laugh that’s escaped your lips, Tom’s pout turning more
prominent as he looked at you with a look of utter betrayal on his face.
“Don’t make fun,” he whined.
“I’m not! I’m laughing because you’re just too damn adorable
when you’re scared,” you giggled, giving his jutted out lip a kiss.
“And I thought you had broken a foot or something with how you screamed.
You had me worried you goof, turns out it’s just a spider.”
“A very big spider,” Tom
You shook your head with a playful roll of your eyes.
“Okay, okay, let’s get that very big spider out
You were scrolling through your instagram feed. Tom had gone out for some shopping, so you decided to make use of this time and had a nice long shower and lazed around for a bit.
Your phone beeped, indicating that you had a text message from your boyfriend. You opened it and read the text, “I’m home, babe. Got a surprise for you😘” The word surprise made your heart leap with excitement.
You opened the door to find your brown curly haired boyfriend standing at the door holding a shopping bag. He stepped in and gave you a hug and kissed your hair as a greeting while taking off his shoes, you returning the kiss on his cheeks.
“Where’s my surprise?” you asked, feeling very excited.
“In the bag, babe. Why don’t you open it and see for yourself?” he said, handing you the bag. You took it, and took out a packet from it. You unwrapped the packaging and opened it, feeling soft lacy fabric in your fingers.
“Wait, is this? Is this a lingerie set?” you asked him, blushing hard as you took out the whole set out of the packet. He only gave a sly smile in response, winking cheekily. He leaned into your ear and whispered hotly, “why don’t you model it for me, princess?” You turned redder in response, a shy smile forming on your lips.
“I’ll be right back.” you whispered back. With that, you took the set and wen off to your room and put on the lacy black bra and matching panties. Taking a look in the mirror, you loved the way it looked on your body.
“Babe, I’ve put it on. Wanna see?” you called out to him. Moments later, he was at the door, almost dropping down to the knees as soon as he saw his girlfriend looking sexy and gorgeous in the lingerie set. “Holy shit, fuck. You look so hot my dear.” he could not help groaning out, a tent beginning to form in his pants.
He walked up to you and carried you to the bed, peppering you exposed skin with kisses and sucked and marked hickeys all over your neck and collarbones. His lips moved to your jaw and met your lips, pulling in for a heated kiss filled with lust and need.
“Gonna keep this on. Let me fuck you wearing only this.” he moaned out, discarding his shirt and pants and boxers, his hard cock springing out leaking with precum over the flush pink tip. He lowered the panties just a little, and pumped his cock with his hand, lining up his cock against your soaking wet hole, teasing it before sliding in.
Let’s just say you had a very hard time walking for a few days ;). And you made sure to wear lingerie more often to tease him ;)
Being a school student was hard but being a school student in quarantine was harder. There was only so much online studying you could do. You were constantly pushing yourself to the max and it was exhausting. And to top it all off you had a mobster boyfriend, for whom you were worried all the time. His business wasn’t exactly the safest. But you hadn’t exactly expressed your concerns as your relationship was fairly new.
So, here you were, drowning yourself in studies, books scattered all around you, hairs askew from running your hands through it a million times out of frustration, highlighters, pens, pencils littered the bed. Your eyes burned from the blue light that was emitting from your laptop screen. You paused and took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down. Shit, this was hard. Before you could go back to your studies, you heard the door creak open and Tom walked in.
“Darling?” He spoke, sitting beside you on the bed.
“Hey, Tom.” You gave him a smile.
“What’re you doing, love?” He asked whilst taking off his shoes and relaxing on the bed beside you.
“Oh, you know studies,” You replied.
“Hmm, you seem stressed, are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Yeah, I’m okay, it’s just ‘cause of the studies, no need to worry.” You give him a grateful smile. No matter how ruthless Tom was in his business, he was always so gentle with you, it surprised you really. You were grateful for it, you were grateful for him.
“Darling, why don’t you take a break, huh?” He asked, already beginning to clean up the books scattered around you.
“Tom, I can’t.” You extended your hand and placed it on his wrist, stopping his movements. You blushed a little as your skin made contact with his. “Plus, don’t you have work to do?”
“No, it’s okay, I wanted to spend time with you,” You blushed harder at his words. “Come on, love, just a little break, we can cuddle and watch the telly, yeah?” He spoke gently, interlacing his finger with yours.
“Okay,” You replied. Tom lied down on the bed, opening his arms which were ready to engulf you. You maneuvered yourself so your head was on his chest and his hands were wrapped tightly around you.
“Feel better?” He said quietly. He looked at you when you didn’t reply and saw you peacefully sleeping on his chest, soft snores escaping your mouth. He chuckled, mindful of not waking you up. You looked so serene sleeping in his arms, he hoped that this moment would never end.
I knew better than to turn my phone back on, All I had to do was hear his voice, Or see his messages and I would of came running back into his arms. I needed answers, I deserved them, and I knew I wouldn’t get the whole truth without distancing myself from him, Even if it hurt.
I decided to take a bath, I figured why not clean myself as I cleared my mind. I set up a playlist of all my favorite songs and zoned out. I could hear the occasional tap coming from my bedroom window which I ignored thinking it was just a tree branch.
Once out, I wrapped myself up in my favorite warm and fluffy robe with my pair of matching slippers, My music following me into my bedroom as I danced around. After that I never heard the tree branch. It took most of the night for me to fall asleep but once I did the pain came flooding back.
By morning I had woken up to 5 missed calls from Peter and multiple texts. I didn’t bother to listen to any of his voicemails but I did keep them on my phone.
For the next few days I couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched. No matter where I went or what I did I felt like eyes were always on me. I made my way quickly through town and when I was just a block away a man came sprinting up behind me and knocked me to the ground. I gasped for air as I could feel the wind getting knocked out of me. I tried to scream but it was no use, Before I knew it he tied me up and was carrying me further from my home. “If you make a sound I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He muttered.
I began to panic as I realized the man was making a dash to his car. I knew my chances of survival were lessened if he took me to another location, I began to struggle to try and buy me some time. That’s when I heard the sound of something heavy being dropped onto the car. “Hey! Asshole, Didn’t anyone teach you that’s not how you treat a lady.” The masked man dropped me as he attempted to get away from the red suited man who was standing on top of his car. I watched as the man became glued to the cement. I began squirming, A sad attempt at getting out of my restraints. “Here, Let me help you.” He offered. I shook my head quickly. Slowly inching away from him. “You can trust me.” He mentioned sounding sincere. After a moment I allowed him to come closer to me.
Within no time I was back on my feet. “I need get back home…” I added quickly, Still finding it hard to look at him. “Let me help you.” He offered cheerfully. Before I could reply we were flying through the air, My eyes may as well of been super glued closed seeing as I didn’t open them until I could feel the ground beneath my feet. That’s when I realized we were outside of my house. “How… How did you know where I lived?” I questioned. “I-I… I didn’t… You told me where to go.” He lied unconvincingly. “No, I didn’t… Who are you?” I stated without patience. “I’m Spiderman.” He stated. “Fine, Don’t tell me… I’m so sick of all the people that I’m supposed to ‘trust’ keeping secrets from me.” I huffed as I turned to my front door. “Wait…” He voiced with a sigh. “I can’t tell you… Not out here… But if you’ll let me come inside I’ll answer all of your questions.”
Hearing those words caused me to feel relived, Finally someone was going to trust me enough to be open and honest. I unlocked my door as walked in as he followed close behind. I gestured for him to sit on the couch but he declined. “I think it’s best for the both of us if I stay standing… I don’t know how you’ll react….” He noted. “So I must know you then.” I confirmed. He nodded. “Ok, Then who are you?” I inquired as I crossed my arms over my chest beginning to become more impatient with him.
“It’s me…” He began to take off his mask as he finished speaking. “Peter…”
↳summary ➺ in which you wrong sent the most inappropriate picture you’ve ever taken to the wrong peter.
↳alternate summary ➺ being the first born of tony and getting spoiled by not only your father but the whole avengers team, peter can’t help but to crush on you ever since before he got bitten until now but the problem is, you have a boyfriend. because of teenage hormones and the devil whispering to your ear, you sent an almost nude photo to your boyfriend, what could go wrong? his name is also peter.
↳pairings ➺ peter parker x stark!reader
↳warnings ➺ bad written fanfic, mentions of sex and masturbation, curses, showcases someone sending an almost nude picture.
author’s note: y'all please be reminded that this series is dormant, ain’t have any plans on continuing it but maybe in the future. ain’t confident on how it turned out and probably the most messed up fanfic i’ve ever written.
Summary: You can put up an awkward morning after, breakfast with family, teasing from his brothers as long as you get to have Tom by your side.
Word count: 5.7K+
Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of kids, harry and harrison teasing tom and you about your wedding night, tom being the absolute cutest.
A/N: thanks @clara-licht, @spidey-reids-2003 and a few anons for giving me ideas. I would not have made a part three but here it is. I literally spend my entire day writing this, so if it flops i’ll yeet myself off the building. Let me know what you think, feedback is appreciated!
Your eyes fluttered open as the sun rays filtered through the white curtains hung over the large windows of the room and fell on your eyelids, breaking your sleep.
Your face was buried in the crook of Tom’s neck, your legs were pushed in between his, your shoulder aching from the intricate position you were in. Your hair was a mess, a few pieces falling over Tom’s face as he snored softly.
A small sigh escaped your lips as you tried to twist yourself out of his arms but his grip only tightened around you.
“Hmm.” He hummed, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his nose in your neck, inhaling sharply. Your skin tingled as his warm lips touched your skin, his big hands holding you close
Your cheeks heated up as you looked down at yourself, your bare body pushed flushed against his naked skin. The memories of last night flooded your mind.