#tom holland jealous

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Hutcherson

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous over your former co-star, Josh Hutcherson

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“Aw! Look what’s on.” You gasped when one of your old movies come up on the TV.

“Is this Bridge to Terebithia?” Tom asked and sat beside you on the couch.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen this in forever. You wanna watch it?”

“You mean do I want to watch you as a child drown in a creek?” Tom chuckled and pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“Come on. They don’t even show that part.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “And it’s not me drowning. It’s Leslie.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because I like Leslie way more than you.” Tom smiled teasingly.

“Shut up.” You playfully smacked his chest before resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled to himself and rested his head on top of yours as the movie played.

“You know the last time I watched this, I cried so hard my period came.” You told Tom, making him snort with laughter.

“I’m so glad I know that about you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You chuckled and snuggled into his neck. You watched the movie for a few minutes in comfortable silence as the memories of filming came back to you one by one.

“I can’t believe this came out 15 years ago. It feels like the premier was yesterday.” You said as you watched your younger self beat a bunch of boys in a playground race.

“You never forget your first movie.”

“Yeah.” You sighed happily. “Or your first love.”

The childhood nostalgia halted to an abrupt stop when Tom registered what he had just heard you say. He lifted his head off of yours so that he could look at you.

“Your first what now?”

“Josh and I dated while we filmed. I told you that, remember?” You laughed and looked at him.

“Yeah, but you were like 13, right? That’s not dating. And it’s definitely not love.” He laughed nervously and hoped you’d agree.

“It was love for what I knew it to be at the time. I remember how I felt about him back then. And I remember it as love.” You shrugged and put your head back down on his shoulder. Tom sat there frozen for a moment as he processed that he wasn’t your first love. He knew he was your first serous relationship so he had always assumed he was the first person you ever loved. But as 14 year old Josh Hutcherson stared at him through his screen, he realized he had competition.

“Oh.” Tom said in an unnatural tone, making you sit up.

“Oh what?”

“Nothing. Let’s just watch the movie.” Tom brushed it off and settled back into the couch. You thought he was fine but once you heard him grumbling something under his breath, you knew you had a problem.

“Tommy.” You said pointedly as you sat up straight again.

“Yes?” He asked innocently.

“Are you seriously pouting because I loved a boy before you?” You chuckled and rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“What? Psh. No.” Tom scuffed. “I don’t care. You were 13.”

You accepted his answer and settled back into the couch to watch the movie.

“13 and in love with a boy before me.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” You say up again.

“Nothing.” He said quickly.

Tom got through the rest of the movie and by the time he went to bed, he had forgotten all about Josh. But when we walked into the kitchen the next morning and saw you scrolling through something on your phone, he knew trouble was near.

“Isn’t it funny that Josh’s character is named Jess and Zooey Dechanel is also in the movie and she plays Jess in New Girl? And then in New Girl, Jess says “I might as well call you Bridge to Terebithia because you make kids cry.”? When she was literally in Bridge to Terebithia?”

“Yeah. Isn’t Josh just so funny? So funny and the first boy you ever loved.” Tom said with a huge smile that you knew was fake.

“Is this gonna be a thing?” You sighed and put your phone down.

“It’s not gonna be a thing. I’m only kidding. I’m done now.” Tom replied and you actually believed him. He started to make his tea for a minute before turning to face you.

“I just think it’s funny how-“

“Oh my God.” You cut him off with a groan.

“As I was saying.” He said once you stopped groaning. “I just think it’s funny that the movie ended last night but you’re still thinking about Josh.”

“I’m not thinking about Josh. You know I like to look up the cast and crew of everything I watch. I was just going through the IMDB and remembered that scene from New Girl. That’s all.” You said quietly and started to leave the room. Tom felt bad for being so sassy and ran to catch up with you.

“Wait, darling. I’m sorry.” He said and put his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m being jealous and dumb. He was your love when you were 13. I have no reason to be jealous. I’ll stop.”

“That’s right. You have literally 0 reason to be jealous.” You poked his chest as a smile tugged at your lips.

“I know. And it’s not like I’ll ever have to think about it again.” Tom smiled as well now that he had gotten it all off his chest.

“Yeah. Let’s just agree never to bring it up again.”

“Agreed. Never again.”

A couple of minutes of silence went by before Tom was right back at it.

“So how did you crazy kids get together anyway?” Tom asked with another huge, eerie smile.

“What happened to not talking about it?” You groaned.

“I just need to get this out of my system so that it stops bothering me.” Tom whined. “Like when you would watch a scary movie as a kid and afterwards couldn’t sleep without a nightlight or go to the bathroom at night because you were scared and the only way to get over it was to rewatch the movie.”

“You’re comparing me liking a boy ten years before I met you to a scary movie?” You folded your arms and gave him a long look.

“Not a boy you liked. A boy you loved. And you know I emote in strange ways.”

“Tom, I’m not feeding into your weird little jealousy fantasy thing you got going on right now. I’m not doing it.” You shook your head and walked out of the room.

“Please? Just answer a few questions and I promise, I’ll drop it forever.” Tom pleaded and followed after you into the living room.

“Oh my God. Fine. But then we are dropping this forever, okay?”

“Yes. I swear.”

“Then what do you want to know?”

“Just a couple things.” Tom said as he pulled a long, hand written list out of his pocket.

“Oh my God.” You sighed and buried your face in your hands.

“First, how did you guys get together?” He read from the top of his list. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling but he gave you a pleading pout, so you gave in.

“Well all my scenes were with him so we got close really fast. And I don’t know, something about running around with him in the forest made me fall in love.” You shrugged and folded your arms.

“Did you ever kiss him?” Tom asked as he checked off the first question.

“Obviously.” You chuckled. “He was my first kiss.”

“Right. Obviously.” Tom mimicked your chuckling before giving you a dirty look. You laughed at his antics and threw a pillow at his head.

“Tell me about the kiss.” He laughed and threw the pillow back.

“You want to know about the greatest kiss of my life?” You said in a dramatic voice as you clutched your heart.

“What? You don’t consider me the greatest kiss of your life?” Tom pretended to be offended and threw more pillows at you.

“I’m just kidding. You’re so easy to mess with.” You laughed as you caught one of the pillows.

“Just tell me.” He whined and stamped his feet.

“Fine. You want to know? I was on set when he was filming the scene where he finds out I died. After he wrapped, he ran to give me a hug and told me he’d be sad if he ever lost me for real. Then he kissed me. It was the first time I was ever kissed.”

“How cute.” Tom said through gritted teeth.

“You’re the one who wanted to know.” You laughed at him and threw another pillow. This time, the pillow landed on the remote and the last thing you had been watching came up on the television. Tom’s attention was caught by the forrest that was now on the screen.

“What’s this?” He asked and picked up the remote to raise the volume.

“Oh, uh, I was watching TV before you got up.” You said in a weak voice.

“Are you watching National Geographic without me again?” Tom gasped when he saw that you were suddenly nervous.

“No.” You gulped. “It’s actually-“

“The Hunger Games?!” Tom practically screamed when the camera panned to Katniss Everdeen shooting something with an arrow. You covered your face in shame while Tom looked at you as if you had just murdered someone in front of him.

“Tom, listen.” You began.

“You were watching The Hunger Games starring teen heartthrob Josh Hutcherson?” Tom asked and pointed to the screen.

“Well I started thinking about Josh last night after your little interrogation-“

“Oh. So you were thinking about your ex boyfriend last night? While in bed next to me?” Tom asked sassily and put his hands on his hips.

“I wasn’t thinking about my “ex boyfriend”. We dated when we were 13. He doesn’t really count as a boyfriend.”

“But he does count as your first love?”

“To me, yes. I loved him for what I knew love to be at 13 years old. I told you this.”

“Yeah. I remember.” Tom said and pointed to the screen again. You looked at the screen and saw Peeta with his face painted so that he camouflaged into the ground.

“I really can’t have this fight while Peeta looks like Mount Rushmore.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t see why not. Since apparently, you spent all night thinking about Mount Rushmore.”

“Oh my God. If you let me finish before, I was gonna say that I was thinking about Josh after we watched the movie last night which naturally led me to start thinking about The Hunger Games because if I’m honest Tom, if I’m really fucking honest, I love the Hunger Games. I think it was a fantastic series and I miss that time period of the press tours and the new movies coming out. So when I sat down to watch something this morning and it came up in my suggestions, I clicked on it. Not because I’m still in love with Josh, but because I really, really love The Hunger Games.”

“Well damn.” Tom whispered. “You didn’t take a breath that whole sentence.”

“Can we drop it now?” You asked hopefully.

“Fine.” Tom mumbled. You smiled in satisfaction, kissed his cheek, and then left the room.

“Never.” He whispered once you were gone.

~

As a part of the press tour you were on for your upcoming movie, you and Tom were invited by LadBible to do a couples video. You took turns asking each other questions about your relationship in front of the camera.

“Next question. Who made the first move?” You read off the slip of paper you had pulled from the bowl on the table.

“I did. Though I don’t think you realized it was me making a move.” Tom chuckled.

“That’s because your move was asking me if I preferred pink lemonade or regular lemonade. Then you had pink lemonade at your house the first time you invited me over for a party. And proceeded to offer it to me 100 times.” You laughed at the memory and patted his hand.

“It wasn’t subtle but it was smooth.” He shrugged and you nodded in agreement.

“Aw. This one’s cute. Who was your first love?” You asked as you pulled the next question out of the bowl.

“You were.” Tom answered. “My first and only love. Which is king of crazy to think about. I’ve loved you since I was 19.”

“Damn. If we met just one year earlier, we could’ve been dancing to 18 by One Direction at our wedding.” You clicked your tongue.

“It’s okay. We’ll find another song.” He chuckled and squeezed your hand.

“I already have. It’s Little Things by One Direction.” You smiled and looked into the camera.

“Or Girl Almighty.” Tom suggested.

“No. Never Girl Almighty. It makes 0 sense.” You laughed and shook your head.

“What about, “your light is as light as as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior”, doesn’t make sense to you?”

“What does any of that mean?” You asked through a laugh.

“Fine. It can be Little Things. Even though that whole song is basically just calling the girl fat.” Tom joked, making you playfully roll your eyes as you got the next question out of the bowl.

“Next question, who said-“

“Y/n, you didn’t answer the last question.” One of the producers called from behind the camera.

“Oh, uh.” You smiled nervously and felt a momentary sense of dread. You looked over at Tom to see if he had realized what you were about to bring up again, but he seemed perfectly fine.

“My first love was my costar Josh Hutcherson. Back when we were 13.” You said and quickly looked at Tom to see his reaction.

“Aw. Your Jesse.” Tom said with a smile.

“Yeah. My Jesse.” You smiled in relief and picked up the piece of paper again.

“Next question, who said I love you first?” You read off to move the conversation along.

The topic seemed to be dropped after that interview, much to your relief. You managed to completely forget about it until you were at an event to promote your upcoming movie. Tom stood behind you with an arm around your waist as you spoke to a journalist.

“I learned something new about you in your recent video with LadBible. I didn’t know that your first love was Josh Hutcherson.” The journalist said before pointing the microphone at you. You felt Tom tense up behind you so you leaned into him.

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously. “I think he was the first love for a lot of girls who grew up watching him. I definitely had a crush on him from seeing him in Zathura and RV. Then I just got lucky to have him play the Jesse to my Leslie.”

“Do you keep in contact with him?” The interviewer asked. You gulped and wished she’d drop this topic before it became a thing on the internet.

“I do. He and I catch up over text every now and then. I haven’t seen him in a few years though.” You answered and hoped that would be the end of it.

“Maybe the two of you can reunite for a sequel to Bride to Terebithia.” She said into her microphone, making you laugh in surprise.

“I get the feeling you haven’t seen the movie.” You said skeptically.

“I don’t think I have, actually.”

“I thought so. Things didn’t end too well for my character. But maybe if I come back as a ghost, we could make a part two.” You shrugged and she seemed satisfied with your answer.

“Would you be down to work with him again?” She asked just when you thought the conversation was over.

“Oh, absolutely. I’d honestly really love to act along side him again. He was such a giving actor when we were 13 and from what I’ve seen, he’s only grown from there. I think it would be really interesting to see how our chemistry and acting styles have evolved now that we’re older.” You answered.

“I’m sure a lot of people would love to see that.”

“Not all people.” Tom mumbled.

“That’s good for me. Thanks for stopping by.” The journalist shook your hand before sending you on your way.

Just as you feared, instead of anyone talking about the movie you were promoting, all the headlines were filled with you and Josh Hutcherson. The internet was ablaze with rumors about the two of you.

You went to the premier of the your movie with every intention of dodging any and every Josh related question. Tom had the same hope as he joined your side on the red carpet. Tom could see the end of the red carpet and sighed in relief that you’d managed to walk the whole thing without any questions about Josh. Before the two of you could walk off, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n?” It called, making you turn around. Tom turned as well, smile dropping instantly when his eyes landed on the one and only Josh Hutcherson.

“Josh!” You broke into a smile before running into his arms. Tom watched in slow motion as Josh lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Tom mumbled under his breath as photographers pushed each other out of the way to get pictures of you and Josh. Tom couldn’t hear what you and Josh were saying to each other over the sound of the cameras flashing. But when he saw you throw your head back laughing at something Josh said, he was quick to join your side.

“Hey, you. Thought I lost you for a second there.” Tom forced a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

“Sorry, I ran to say hi. Josh, this is my boyfriend, Tom.” You introduced Tom to Josh.

“Hey Tom. It’s so great to meet you.” Josh said politely and held out his hand.

“You too. Jam, was it?” Tom asked as he shook Josh’s hand.

“What was that?” Josh tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh my God.” You face palmed.

“It’s Josh.” Josh corrected with a laugh.

“Oh. Josh? Am I pronouncing that right?” Tom looked at you to ask.

“Tom. You know how to pronounce his name.” You said through a fake smile.

“I’m not sure I do.” Tom played dumb.

“Thomas.” You said flatly.

“So how do you and Y/n know each other?” Tom asked Josh. You looked up to the sky and counted to ten in your head.

“We were in a movie together a million years ago. It’s called Mockingjay Part One.” Josh answered, making you throw your head back laughing again. Josh laughed too as Tom frowned in confusion.

“I don’t get it.” Tom shrugged.

“I had a cameo in Mockingjay Part One as one of the avox’s.” You explained.

“She didn’t say a single line but she killed it.” Josh praised you.

“And then I was killed.” You added, making you and Josh break down laughing again. Tom looked into an invisible camera and grimaced.

“What’s Mockingjay Part one? I’ve never heard of it and I thought I’ve seen all your movies.” Tom asked you.

“It’s the third Hunger Games Movie.” You told him.

“Oh. Okay. I’ve never seen the movies so I have no idea what you guys are talking about but it had the cadence of a joke.” Tom mumbled. You and Josh didn’t even hear him since you were laughing again.

“How come I die in every movie we’re in together?” You asked Josh.

“I don’t know. But I’ve heard rumors that we’re gonna be in a movie together soon so I’m hoping you get to live to see the end of that one.” Josh said and playfully punched your shoulder.

“Oh yes. I’ve heard the rumors too.” You laughed. “As long as my character stays away from old ropes or President Snow, I should be good.”

“Well even if the movie doesn’t happen, I still want to catch up sometime.” Josh said.

“Barf.” Tom whispered and you elbowed him in the side.

“Please. We have to. My numbers changed since I was 13 so let me give you my new one.” You replied and pulled out your phone. Tom watched you exchange numbers before parting ways. Not before Josh kissed your cheek, of course. Once you were off the carpet and inside the theater, Tom said what was on his mind.

“I can’t believe you gave Jack Hudgens your phone number right in front of me. What if I gave Jennifer Gardner my number in front of you?” Tom whispered to you.

“What? Who are those people?” You whispered back.

“Oh my God. It’s Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence. Not Garder. Garder is 13 Going On 30.”

“I thought that was Anniston.” Tom frowned.

“No. Anniston is Friends.”

“Then who was in The Blind Side?”

“Sandra Bullock. Holy shit. We’re not having this conversation again. Just watch the movie.” You whispered and pointed to the screen. Tom rolled his eyes and looked at the screen just as your movie started.

“By the way, Josh is in this movie.” You leaned over to whisper in Tom’s ear.

“What?!” He asked loudly, earning shushes and looks from people sitting nearby.

“Just kidding.” You laughed before kissing his cheek. Tom couldn’t help but smile and held your hand for the rest of the movie.

Tom waited until you fell asleep that night before checking the Internet. He knew it was wrong, but he just wanted to see if any cameras had captured your little reunion with Josh. He opened up Google but before he could type anything, he saw what was trending.

“The reunion everyone is talking about.” Tom read off his screen. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling before going to type something into the search bar.

“Y/n L/n and-“ Tom was about to type his own name when something horrible happened.

“No.” Tom gasped loudly. “Y/n and Josh comes up before Y/n and Tom? This is an absolute travesty.”

“Tom?” You yawned and sat up. “What are you doing up?”

“Nothing. Just some research.” Tom said quickly and slammed the laptop shut.

“Research?” You eyed him skeptically.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed, darling. I’ll tuck you in.”

“Oh no.” You cracked a smile and tried to take the laptop.

“What?” Tom asked innocently and yanked the laptop away.

“Are you sleuthing? Is that what you’re doing right now?” You laughed and tried to get the laptop again.

“Psh. No.” Tom scoffed and held the laptop as far away from you as possible

“Yes you were. Your fingers clacking on that keyboard woke me up. You were sleuthing on me and Josh weren’t you?”

“No.” Tom lied.

“Then let me see the laptop.” You said simply.

“I, uh, I can’t do that.” Tom said without looking at you.

“Why not? What are you looking at?” You asked and scooted closer to him.

“I am looking at…” Tom trailed off and got out of bed as he tried to come up with something.

“Porn. Really dirty and grotesque porn. Like the dirty little London boy I am.” Tom lied to you.

“Oh yeah? Let me see then.” You said and reached for the laptop again. You managed to get it this time and when you opened it, you saw a picture of you and Josh from earlier.

“Aha! I knew it! You sleuthed!”

“I had to sleuth!” He whined. “The Internet has gone crazy ever since you said he was your first love. There are petitions to get you guys to date, did you know that?”

“Oh God, no. Not petitions!“ You gasped. “If only I had free will to do what I want and not be controlled by random petitions on the internet created by 14 year olds.”

“You’re making light of a terrible situation.” Tom deadpanned.

“Do tell me, what’s the terrible situation?” You cracked a smile and tilted your head to the side.

“You and Josh comes up before me and you comes up on Google!” Tom exclaimed and pointed to the laptop.

“What? How can this be?” You gasped again in an exaggerated manner.

“Stop making fun of me.” Tom whined and sat back down on the bed.

“How could I not? Tom, who cares about google searches?” You asked and rubbed his back.

“I do. I care that the world wants to see you with another boy.” He said without looking at you. You smiled sadly and scooted closer to him to wrap your arms around him. He looked over his shoulder at you as he placed his hand over yours.

“Is it so wrong that I want to be the boy people think of when they think of you? I think of us as a matching set. We go together. But now everyone wants to take you out of the set and match you with a different boy.”

“Why do you keep saying “boy” and never man?” You wondered.

“You don’t get it.” Tom mumbled and pushed your arms off of him.

“Wait, Tom. Come back.” You laughed and pulled him into another hug. You felt him relax in your arms so you placed a kiss on the side of his head before cupping his face to look at him.

“I think your feelings are invalid.” You said sweetly.

“Oh. That’s a new one.”

“I think they’re invalid because I’m so in love with you that I don’t even hear what people say. They can say whatever they want about me or who I’m dating or who they want to see me with. I don’t hear it. Because I’m happy and secure in our relationship. So even if the entire world signed that petition and I was offered a billion dollars to make a movie with me and Josh, I wouldn’t do it. Because your feelings matter to me and I know it would make you uncomfortable. The movie would also not get made in general because petitions are not how movies get made but that’s besides the point. The point is, you need to stop caring about what people say about me and Josh and start caring about what I say about me and you.”

“What do you say about me and you?” Tom asked as a slow smile tugged at his lips.

“That this is forever.” You said as you pointed between the two of you. Tom’s smile widened before he leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a minute before pulling away.

“Unless Josh wants me.” You said sweetly.

“I’m gonna smother you with a pillow.” He said in the same tone.

“I love you too.”

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[tomhollandfics]

Jealous!Tom

* = smut

*Are You Jealous? - @eeyore101247

tom is sick of constantly having to watch men flirt with her and his brothers

*How To Flirt - @fanatic1997

you’re tom’s roommate and best friend - when he suggests for you to start dating, you ask him to teach you how to flirt - after he sees you flirting with a guy at a bar, his jealousy drives him to admit his feelings for you

Lingering Gazes - @marvelouspeterparker

when you and tom are invited to a gala, several of the men at the benefit can’t seem to keep their gazes or their hands off of you

Jake's Girl - @erule

during an interview, the interviewer asks jake if he’s dating the reader and tom gets jealous

Green-Eyed - @t-lostinworlds

you tag along to a birthday party with your friend tom, but you argue when a certain 5sos member gets too flirty

Jealousy Looks Good On You - @smileyparkersmiley

tom gets jealous when you are approached by someone else at a family party

Jealousy - @heavenlyholland

you and shawn collab together - making tom a tad jealous

So Into You - @cutelittlestar

while you and tom are doing an interview, your celebrity crush surprises you, causing tom to get jealous

Not Jealous - @sunrisespidey

in which tom gets a little jealous

Just Friends - @peteprker

you and tom have been close friends for years and nothing more - but, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over

The Silent Treatment - @alltoowelltom

tom is jealous when you spend the night in harrison’s room after an argument

Peanut Butter And Jelly - @vendettaparker

tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and harrison are cast as love interests in a movie

Reckless - @vendettaparker

in a fit of jealousy, tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions

Reynolds - @waitimcomingtoo

your obsession with ryan reynolds has tom feeling insecure

The 1 - @waitimcomingtoo

tom panics when he realises you never officially said your relationship was exclusive

I Keep On Missing You - @waitimcomingtoo

you and tom breakup after he gets jealous over your friendship with brad simpson

*All Eyes On You - @hollandcrush

nobody can take the eyes of you, boys and girls

Afterglow - @illicitlimerence-writes

your blind date is interrupted by tom because he can’t stand the idea of you with anyone else

Under The Stars - @cali-holland

when you invite tom and harrison to go to a cabin in the woods with your old college friends, tom devises a plan to finally confess his feelings for you - little does he know, the cabin belongs to your ex-boyfriend, and he’s also seeking your attention this week

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after months of flirting between you and tom seem to be leading nowhere, you attempt to drown your crush with a handsome stranger - tom can’t stop feeling jealous as his concealed feelings for you explosively boil over

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[supercap2319]

Chase and y/n hanging out all the time causing peter to become jealous

Peter wouldn't say he was jealous of Chase Stein, but he was secretly jealous of Chase Stein. The hero with his high tech gauntlets known as Fistigons. Big deal, right? Peter could make stuff like that in his sleep. At least, that's what he would tell himself.

Chase was staying a full week with Mr. Stark and Y/N at Avengers Tower, and everyone seemed to praise Chase just for being here, while everyone else forgot that Peter existed too. All week Y/N and Chase had been hanging out. Going to the movies. Conventions. Museums. The gym. Leaving Peter feeling like he was invisible or something. He didn't like it one bit.

So, when it was Chase's last day, Y/N invited Peter to join them for a goodbye dinner for Chase. Peter had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as all his jealousy and anger came bubbling to the surface in a snarky comment. "I already have plans tonight, but what's one more person that Chase needs to tell him how cool and awesome he is?"

Y/N blinked at him in confusion. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying. Why would my presence have any effect on the great and powerful Chase Stein? You certainly don't need little ole me for that." Peter said.

"Why are you acting like this? You're being a jerk, Peter."

"Oh, I'm the jerk? Me? Oh, that's rich. You think I'm the asshole because I haven't been drooling over Chase like you and everyone else has? You guys have all completely ignored me for him, and you made me feel invisible and like a fifth wheel. That's not fair, Y/N." Peter said.

Y/N and Chase look at each other and back at Peter. "Peter I'm so sorry I didn't mean–"

"Just leave me alone, Y/N." Peter pushed past both of them and opened a window, putting on his web shooters. "I hope you two have fun together. You fuckin deserve each other." He swung out of the window and towards downtown, tears stinging his eyes.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #Peter Parker x male reader #spiderman #Spiderman x male reader #chase stein #greg sulkin #the runaways #mcu spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #jealous Peter Parker

[silkscream]

sangria🍷 jealous peter and enemies to lovers

genres: enemies to lovers, jealous!reader, academic rivals, implied smut

you didn’t have a particular reason to hate peter parker. if anything, anyone you knew who would surely disagree about your negative opinions of him. but maybe that was what did it — the kid was squeaky clean, new york’s favorite boy-hero, and had an academic record to impress any ivy league. how utterly cliché.

peter had tried to be civil with you, but after years of your high school bickering, he took his throne as the top of the class with you as second, and the two of you were known rivals.

“would it kill you to be nice to him?” mj quips next to you. “he’s my friend.”

“you have poor taste in friends. i mean, look at me. midtown’s cunt, is what flash called me?”

“oh, but you love that title.”

you shrug, smirking as you take a shot.

“i need a cigarette.” mj nods and salutes you on your way out to the steps of the large row house.

perched upon the front steps, you light your camel crush and exhale the smoke into the velvety night, the summer air thick with august’s end. your ears perk up when you hear voices at the end of the street getting closer. it sounds like a lovers’ quarrel.

“not now, cat.”

“you are such a buzzkill, peter. i thought getting outed as spider-man would give you a reality check but you’re still so small and scared of the world around you! like, have you even talked to anyone at this party?”

“yes, i have. i don’t need you following me around when i’m off-duty!”

“oh, please. you need me. your virgin status is a cry for help.”

you don’t mean to eavesdrop. you’re just… there. but when peter gets to the front of the house with an incredibly attractive silver-haired girl attached to his hip, your face goes hot for some reason.

“hey,” you mumble.

he either doesn’t hear you, or he chooses to ignore you.

“can i bum a cig, lovely?” the girl asks you, her tone saccharine-sweet. she grabs peter’s arm before he’s able to walk up the steps. “peter, don’t be rude! say hi back.”

“this is my last one, sorry.”

“hey, y/n,” he huffs.

“hey,” you echo. “i thought i was the only one allowed to bully you.”

you use a playful tone but he rolls his eyes. for some reason, it stings.

“oh, honey, i’ve probably been at it way longer,” silver hair quips. her mere presence is making your blood boil. you try to hold your tongue until it bleeds. you stomp the cherry of your cigarettes on the concrete.

you clear your throat. “i wish we could stay for a chat, but i just remembered that our friends were just looking for peter!”

peter flashes you a confused look when you grab him by the arm and usher him into the foyer, slamming the front door in black cat’s face. out of panic, you open the first door you see in case any of your shared friends see you.

“what the hell was that?”

“she was annoying me,” you shrug.

“okay… so why are we in the coat closet?”

you purse your lips, staying silent. frantically, you reach for a light that isn’t there and end up accidentally touching peter’s chest in the dark. as you lean back into the wall, your body hits the light switch.

“are you okay?” you sigh. “she seems like a bitch.”

“she is a bitch,” peter shrugs. “nothing i’m not used to. why do you care?”

“maybe i’m nicer when i’m drunk.”

“oh, was that supposed to be you defending me back there?” peter doesn’t even look at you. instead, he’s looking around at all the random shit around the two of you. when he jiggles on the door handle, it doesn’t budge.

“oh, shit.” he bangs on the door. he looks at you with a hardened expression.

“if this is one of your little games, i’m not in the fucking mood.”

“it’s not!” you exclaim, crossing your arms in defense. you swallow the lump in your throat. “i was… trying to save you from her cruelty!”

“or you’re jealous because you’re not the only bully in my life. is that it?”

“you’re just as much as a dick to me!”

“i’m really not, y/n. you started this in freshman year and haven’t stopped since. i had no idea why, i don’t think i’ll ever know why.”

he searches your face for clues and it leaves you vulnerable. fuck it.

you press your lips to his quickly, clutching his shoulders as you lean in. he’s kissing you back to your surprise, holding you by the back of your neck. you gasp in between kisses, leaning back in for more passion each time as your tongues mash together, tasting of cider and cigarettes.

“so, that’s how you’re nicer when you’re drunk and jealous?” peter sneers, his voice low. his face is inches away from yours.

“i’ll be a fucking sweetheart if it gets you to shut the fuck up.”

“there’s my girl,” he muses. your eyes close when you feel his warm tongue on your neck.

#3k celebration #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker smut #peter parker angst #peter parker x jealous!reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman smut #tom holland smut

[jasntodds]

Just Friends? [t.h.]

Pairing: Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader

Request: @anon - Hi I love your writing! Could i request with Prompt 11 "We're more than friends and you know it" with Tom Holland x reader, maybe where she is unsure about what she and Tom are, so she start flirting with another boy to get Tom off her mind

Prompt: “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

Summary: You and Tom have been close friends for years and nothing more. But, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over

Warnings: Angst, Tom being a bit oblivious, fluff

Words: 2,536

A/n: My requests are closed but I’m still finishing up a few in my ask lmao and I had some inspiration and time today so here we are!! I hope y’all like it!! Lemme know what y’all think!!

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“Well, don’t you two look adorable.” Harrison mocks you and Tom as he takes a seat in one of the open lawn chairs.

You and Tom are sitting side by side in your own chairs while your legs are draped over his. There’s a small campfire burning in front of you while the cool summer air brushes across your skin. Tom’s hands are rested on your shins, his right thumb rubbing up and done slowly, subconsciously.

“What?” Tom chuckles, looking to you before looking across the fire to Harrison.

“Just look adorable, is all.” There’s a smirk dancing across Harrison’s face that makes you glare at him.

He’s taunting the both of you and you know it. Somewhere, deep down inside you, you’ve always had this thing for Tom. Always and it has always been more than obvious. Between the stolen glances, platonic cuddling, the bushing of your hand against his when you hand something to him. The banter that’s absolutely you flirting with him but playing it off as just the banter between friends when it’s brought up. Harrison knows you like him, and this is a taunt.

“We’re just friends.” Tom rolls his eyes before reaching to the ground beside him and picking up an unopened package of marshmallows. “Want one?” He offers and you nod.

He always says you’re just friends and maybe there’s a part of you that’s just a little tired of it because he does all the same things you do. He even makes the move first. He’s always the one that asks if you wanna cuddle with him for movie nights. He’s the one that starts the banter. He’s the one who pulled your legs on top of his tonight. It’s almost always him that initiates it and he talks about how no other person has been good for you so far. If he doesn’t like you more than a friend -- which is fine -- maybe he should step back. But you say nothing.

You like the way his fingers feel against your legs and you like how his body keeps you warm even on the hottest of summer nights. There’s something about the way he looks at you that just makes you never want to say anything because what if he stops looking at you with those big brown eyes that make all other shades of brown boring? You like that you’re the person he calls when something good happens and when he just needs someone to talk to. He’s your best friend and you’re his. But that doesn’t make it easy sometimes.

“Yeah,” You clear your throat. “We’re friends.” Your eyes are locked with Harrison as if to be silently warning him to shut the hell up.

Tom flashes you an oblivious smile with your words while he leans over your legs, marshmallow on a metal poker stick, and starts roasting the marshmallow for you. It hurts a little but what more can you expect? You’ve never actually told him, or really anyone, how you feel about him. And you are just friends. You can’t very well expect him to deny being friends and expect something more. But that doesn’t erase any bit of the pain in your chest.

The rest of the night goes by with the normal activities of jokes with everyone, telling stories of past memories, and your stolen glances with Tom. It’s a normal night, just like any other. Everyone slowly makes their way inside, one by one as they get tired. You and Tom always go together and end up on the couch together. When you wake up, it’s always Tom making breakfast and it’s always your favorite. He always remembers your favorite things. It’s a gesture you’ve always loved and maybe it’s one of the countless reasons your heart beats for the boy with curly hair and pretty eyes. But there’s something pulling in the pit of your stomach this time. Because maybe you’re growing a bit tired of it.

Are you supposed to yearn for some boy, your best friend, with no hope of something more coming from it for the rest of your life? That would just be lonely. You want, at some point, to settle down with someone you’re in love with and maybe waiting for Tom isn’t going to cut it. It’s not really that you’ve done it on purpose. There have been others but nothing ever felt quite right with them. Didn’t feel like it always does with Tom. And maybe that’s because you’re so hung up on him that you have to let him go.

It’s the next day and the group of you decided to go out for the night to one of your favorite bars, something the group of you do every so often. The night is going on as normal which includes plenty of flirting between you and Tom but nothing ever coming from it. There are a few comments here and there from Harrison and Harry but you ignore them. Instead, you spot a cute boy standing at the bar who’s been eyeing you all night and decide to say ‘fuck it’. You’re not going to wait for Tom forever to figure it out and you excuse yourself to go have a chat with him.

“Where’re ya goin’, darlin’?” Tom asks, eyes wide and doe-eyed, filled of innocence.

“To the bar.” Your answer is short but you keep a sweet smile. You’re definitely trying to making him jealous but you don’t want to make it seem like that.

“I’ll go with you--”

“No, no.” You shake your head. “You stay.” You give him a cheeky smile before turning on your heels and making your way to the bar.

Tom’s brows are furrowed as he watches you strut right over the guy that’s had his eye on you all night and Tom’s stomach just twists into knots. He thought it was a bit weird you didn’t want him to go with you or that you didn’t ask him to get you a drink and now he gets it. You wanted to talk to another guy. And he’s watching you give him the same giddy smile you always give him and the shade of green that screams envy curls around his bones.

“You okay, mate?” There’s a chuckle from the back of Harrison’s throat as he takes a drink from his glass, knowing exactly what’s going on.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tom snaps his neck in front of him, trying to conceal his own jealously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Seem a bit…what’s the word, Haz?” Harry laughs, nudging Harrison with his shoulder. “Jealous?”

“I’m not jealous!” Tom’s nose scrunches but he’s such a bad liar. 

“Yeah, alright.” Harrison’s eyes roll with the raise of his brows. “Why d’ya keep glancing over there then?” Harrison’s eyes dart between the bar and Tom.

“And why do you look like you’re about to jump out of your seat?” Harry comments.

“Because!” Tom defends. “I thought there…” Tom trails off and he’s coming to realize that he’s always thought there was more to the so-called friendly banter.

Truthfully, right now, he can’t figure out why he never asked how you felt. Maybe it’s because he just always assumed you felt the same way. When you’d bring out going out with other people, you never really seemed serious about it. You’d say some flaw that they had and Tom would agree with you and point one out, too because he was clearly very oblivious and thought you were joking. But now, you’re over there with your hand on this random guy’s shoulder and he knows you weren’t joking. You haven’t brought up going on a date with someone else is so long and you two have grown so close that Tom kind of thought there was something more going on here.

“Hello?” Harry waves a hand in front of Tom’s face, breaking his stare from you and the random guy. “You were saying?” Harry asks when Tom’s attention is brought back to the table.

“I…” Tom stutters before swallowing his pride. “Well, I’ve thought there was something there!”

“You always say you’re friends?” Harrison questions, his eyes narrowed, a little annoyed at his ability to be jealous after preaching the just friends line for so long.

“Kind of just thought it wasn’t this….official thing!” Tom tries to defend himself.

“Right…” Harrison and Harry say at the same time, not fully believing what Tom is saying.

It’s true, as absurd as it sounds. The two of you spend almost every free moment with each other. You stay over with each other all the time and the countless amount of times Tom’s asked you to sleep with him in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There have been these tiny moments where you get a little too close getting up or sitting down or bumping into him where he almost thought you did it on purpose -- you did -- and he could have kissed you but he never did because it wasn’t ever something that was said and he’d never want to overstep your boundaries. It’s the moments for him where he brings you lunch on your lunch break or you bring him dinner after work, he’s there for you and you’re there for him. Yes, friends do that, but it just always felt like there was something more and he is so sure you felt the same way that now he’s getting up.

“What’re you doing?” Harrison’s voice is flat, almost dreading what’s going to come out of his mouth.

“Going over there.” Tom remarks as if Harrison should have known that.

“Is that such a good idea?” Harry asks.

“Yes?”

“Maybe you should just--”

“I’ll be back.” Tom cuts Harrison off before walking away.

“Well, this might as least be entertaining.” Harry states before turning to face where Tom is walking.

“Or humiliating for both of them.” Harrison groans but keeps watching as if waiting for the train wreck that is sure to ensue.

You catch a glimpse of Tom from the corner of your eye and your plan worked. To make him jealous because surely that’s the only reason he’s coming over here. Which, to be honest, you’re grateful for because this guy you are talking to is almost completely unbearable. He’s talking to you as if you’re a box of rocks which is only making you want to simultaneously bang your head against the bar and throw all of the drinks on him.

“Can I talk to you?” Tom asks but he keeps his voice level, not angry just flat.

“I’ll be back.” You give the douchey frat guy a sweet smile just to dig under Tom’s skin a little more.

“I’ll be waiting.” He states and you almost visibility cringe while Tom actually does give him the ‘what the fuck’ disgusted look before taking your hand in his.

You follow right behind Tom, his hand still holding yours, not forcibly or too hard, just enough to keep you behind him. On the way to the door, he spots Harrison and Harry, clearly on the edge of their seat and looking awfully deflated by the time the two of you get to the exit. Clearly, they wanted to witness how this was going to go down but Tom won’t give them the satisfaction.

“What’s up?” You ask, innocence in your eyes and your voice as you step outside.

“What’re you goin’ in there?” Tom asks, his voice a little harsher now.

“What do you mean?” You ask, the innocence falls a little in your voice, seeing Tom is now actually upset.

“Flirting with that guy.” Tom remarks, gesturing a hand toward the door.

“So?” You cross your arms. “What’s it matter?”

“Because, y/n.” Tom’s eyes widen and his posture is polar opposite to what you’re used to. He’s normally so confident but now he’s annoyed and seems a bit….hurt? Jealous isn’t the right word here because you can tell by the lack of light and fire in his eyes, it’s not jealously. Just hurt.

“Because isn’t exactly an answer, Tom.” You push, wanting him to give you an actual answer. You think you know where this is going because why else wouldn’t he want you to flirt with someone? Some random person? It’s a little hard to believe given how he’s pushed the friends thing but you’re not backing out of this now.

“Why do you think?” Tom challenges. “You think I just cuddle with anyone? I make sure I’m up a full hour before you so I could make your breakfast? A breakfast I practiced when you weren’t around to make sure I’d have it right?” Tom asks and you never knew he had to practice to make a breakfast for you. “I always make sure you get inside okay and text you every morning and night on the few days we aren’t actually together. Why do you think I spend all of my free time with you?”

Your face softens with his words but there’s still a bit of confusion left here. “You say we’re just friends.” If all of that is true, why wouldn’t he just say something? All of this could have been avoided had he just said something.

“We’re more than just friends and you know it.” His voice is stern as he takes a step towards you and that’s what you’ve been wanting to hear this whole time.

So, you step into him.

Your hands come to his face, cupping either side of his face while you bring his lips to yours. Tom’s brows furrow and his body stiffens but only for a second before he relaxes against your touch. His hands come up to the small of your back, pulling you completely up against him.

You pull away first. “Why didn’t you just say something?” There’s a soft and subtle smile starting to dance across your face.

He shakes his head. “Thought it was a bit obvious.”

“The just friends thing, Tom?” Your eyes narrow but the smile is evident now.

“Didn’t think you’d want a label, you never said anything.” Tom explains and his cheeks turn red at the idea that he could have said something all this time and he could have you be his.

“Well, let’s make it official this time.” You press a kiss to the tip of his nose and his hands tighten around you.

“Will you go on an official date with me?” Tom chuckles.

“Well, duh.” You give him a laugh before Tom slams his mouth against yours, you laughing against him. You pull away once more, earning a small whimper and a pouty face from Tom. “We should probably get back in there before Harrison and Harry think we’ve killed each other.”

Tom lets out a soft laugh, his eyes darting down and back up to you. “That mean we can pick this up later?” He asks with the wiggle of his brows.

“Definitely.” 

Tom presses a quick kiss to your lips before sliding his hand down to yours. “Alright, darlin’, let’s go then.” He nods his head towards the door, his fingers interlocked with yours and this time, it’s more than just friends.

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[wintersxldiers]

GET YOU A MAN WHO LOOKS AT YOU LIKE TOM HOLLAND LOOKS AT ZENDAYA

@lafleshlumpeater

#love #meri jaan <3 #crush #marvel #mylove #i love you #zendaya #tom holland #tomdaya #kinda jealous

[bbqhooligan]

gonna be honest w you i didnt give a single fuck abt Tom Holland so severely that i didnt even watch the lip sync battle performance. if you also havent yet this is your sign to go watch it rn funky dude was Very gender. too gender for zendaya i feel like either zendaya wasnt bi enough to enjoy it throughly or a very good actress who knew how to hide salivating overwhelming lust that performance should evoke in any self respecting person

#mypost #tom holland #whew i got gender envy. from which part i dont know #the strength and confidence while throwing ass back while being a p masculine guy got to me aigt? #good for him #the strength was insane. hip thrust? deadly. MEN! BE MORE LIKE THIS #so jealous of him ngl

[lauriemarch]

and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.

#this isn't necessarily in defense of the mentioned women #twitter has just been so disgusting in the past week #and everything written in italics is either a direct quote or paraphrased from twitter so that's awesome #so. yeah #what does this mean you ask #i don't know i respond #olivia rodrigo #beyonce #taylor swift #kylie jenner #sabrina carpenter #lana del rey #zendaya #miley cyrus #ariana grande #selena gomez #sophie turner #megan thee stallion

[ferrstappen]

Everybody wants a taste l LN4

a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.

i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.

pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3

summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.

No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.

But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.

Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.

He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.

And of course Lando didn't help himself.

user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris

user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen

user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing

And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.

Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.

Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.

"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.

"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.

Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.

So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.

But then, they get to the red carpet.

It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.

This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.

Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.

when are you getting replaced by tom holland??

now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao

lando control ur woman!!!

lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre

lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you

And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.

and you know your boyfriend too well.

"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.

Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"

But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"

"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.

"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"

Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.

You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.

"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.

"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.

"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.

"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.

"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"

You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.

"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."

Of course he needed to get the last words.

#lando norris au #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris angst #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #lando norris x oc

[vivwritesfics]

hi, i absolutely love your writing !!! i was wondering if it was possibly you could write a lestappen x reader where they try taking care of reader after she gets her wisdom teeth out & she’s all loopy ?

okay I've never had a tooth taken out and i have no idea how this works. All i know if from a few years ago where tom holland or one of his brothers got theirs taken out

She'd been so fucking nervous about it. Max felt bad enough that he couldn't be there, but Charles was with her. That had to be good enough.

He stayed in the room with her throughout the operation. It was pretty quick and, before Charles knew it, he was driving her home.

It didn't take them very long to get home. She hadn't yet woken up when Charles carried her up to their bed. He laid her down on her side of the bed and joined her on the other side of the bed, ready for when she woke up.

The first thing she did was try to swing her legs out of bed. She got only half way. "Chaaaaaaarlie," she cried, her voice muffled, her mouth cottony. "Heeeeeelp."

Immediately Charles got out of bed. He put her legs back under the blankets and propped her up with several pillows. Pushing her hair behind her ear, he kissed the top of her head. "Are you okay now, cherie?"

She didn't answer. No, she frowned. She looked around the room with her eyebrows furrowed. "Where's Max?" She asked. Charles could barely understand her. It took him a good minute before he worked out what she was saying.

Max, she wanted max.

Charles pulled out his phone. He quickly dialled Max's number and waited for his boyfriend to pick up. "How is she?" was the first thing Max said.

Charles simply pulled a face and turned the camera around to face her. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth open, drooling slightly. She looked out of her goddamn mind.

"Oh, my poor love," Max muttered.

Suddenly she was looking around the room. "Maxie? Where the hell are you?" She called, but again, it was muffled.

Charles handed her the phone. Again, she was frowning as she saw Max. "How did you get in there?"

"Oh, Liefde," he said. She looked so cute but so out of it. "Be good for Charlie, okay?"

"Okay," she said and tried to bite her lip. It didn't quite work. "Come home soon?"

"Of course," he said and Charles took the phone from her.

Others might have seen it as a burden, took look after their loopy girlfriend after having her wisdom teeth removed. But Charles loved it. He wouldn't trade it for the wold. Even Max was jealous of him. He would traded anything to be there in his place.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader smut #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #lestappen #lestappen imagine #lestappen x reader #mv1 #cl16

[nowayhomebucky]

not my cousin seeing tom holland in the city today 😭😭😭

#that should be me #im so jealous #tom holland

[waitimcomingtoo]

the 1

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom panics when he realizes you never officially said your relationship was exclusive

Masterlist

“All right, I’m back. What did I miss?”

“We got food. And Sam left to puke.” Tom told you as you rejoined the table you and your friends had claimed at a local bar. He slipped an arm around you and you leaned into his side.

“Aw, nice. Not about the puke, about the food.” You clarified as you took a tortilla chip and put it in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you took another one.

“I figured.” Tom chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. You leaned against him as you happily munched on the food.

“Oh my God. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I’m gonna fuck these nachos.” You said as took more chips from the platter.

“Woah. Toms got some competition.” Harrison snorted.

“We never said we were exclusive.” You shrugged.

“No we did not.” Tom laughed along as he took a chip for himself.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then get freaky with the nachos. Don’t eat them all.” You said and pointed to Harry.

“No promises.” Harry raised his hands in defense.

“Your life isn’t promised if I come back and they’re all gone.” You warned him before going to the bathroom. Everyone laughed at what you said as Tom’s smile slowly fell.

“That was a joke, right?” Tom asked once you were gone.

“No. I think she’s really gonna fuck those nachos. Did you see the way she was looking at them?” Harrison said and the rest of the table agreed.

“Not that.” Tom waved his hand. “When she said we weren’t exclusive. She was kidding, right?”

“I don’t know.” Tuwaine shrugged. “Have you guys ever had the talk?”

“What talk?” Tom frowned.

“The seeing other people talk.” Harry chimed in.

“That’s a talk?” Tom’s eyes widened. “That we were supposed to have?”

“Tom, this isn’t high school.” Harrison snorted. “Most people our age aren’t just dating one person. I mean, look at Y/n. She’s absolute beautiful. She’s probably got a few fish on the line.”

“You think she’s dating other guys?” Tom’s heart stopped as he looked around at his friends. Harry and Tuwaine exchanged a look as Harrison stifled a laugh.

“Dating?” Harrison mumbled under his breath.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom asked with a dry mouth.

“Look, I’ll keep it real with you, mate.” Harrison began. “If she is seeing other guys, it’s not to date them.”

“To what then? Do their taxes? She’s really good with numbers.” Tom said said with a gulp.

“Um, teaching them how to drive a stick shift?” Tom laughed nervously.

“You could call it that.” Harry shrugged.

“Ballroom dancing?”

“Nope.” Harrison shook her head.

“Archery?”

“Not quite.” Tuwaine chimed in.

“Learning to fly a sea plane?”

“Getting colder, mate.” Harry sighed.

“Well I’m entirely out of guesses.” Tom played dumb. The boys exchanged a look before Harry stepped up.

“Dude. She’s sleeping with them.” Harry told his brother. Tom felt the wind get knocked out of his chest and the room suddenly felt smaller.

“You think she’s cheating on me?” He asked as panic rose in his chest.

“Not cheating.” Tuwaine said. “If she thinks you guys aren’t exclusive, she’s just hooking up with other guys while dating you. It’s pretty common.”

“I’m about to drop dead.” Tom said in a grave voice, the thought of you sleeping with other guys slowly killing him.

“Maybe she’s not sleeping with other guys. She never said she was.” Harrison offered to make him feel better.

“She never said she wasn’t though.” Harry reminded them. “And her making that joke might’ve been her way of letting you know that she was.”

Toms knees went weak and almost fell over. Harry quickly caught his brother and steadied him.

“You know what? No. You’re wrong.” Tom decided. “Y/n and I tell each other everything. She would tell me if she was sleeping with other people.”

“You don’t know that.” Harry shrugged. “She might think you’re doing the exact same thing.”

“I would never.” Tom insisted. “And she would never. You guys don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe we don’t. But if you’ve never said you were exclusive, it’s something to think about.” Tuwaine added.

“You should talk to her about it.” Harrison suggested. “She’s the only one who could give you some answers.”

“Or, consider this.” Tom began. “I jump to the worst possible conclusion.”

“Or, maybe don’t do that.” Harry suggested.

“Or, you guys are right and she realized I thought we were exclusive and made that joke to tell me we weren’t.” Tom said as he knees went weak again.

“Just go talk to her about it. It could be nothing.” Harry assured him as he steadied his brother.

“I can’t just accuse her of hooking up with other guys. I gotta see if there’s something to worry about first.”

“Suit yourself.” Harry shrugged just asked Sam came back from the bathroom.

“There he is. Our little lightweight.” Tuwaine smiled and welcomed Sam back to the table.

“I just Jackson Pollock-ed the bathroom walls. I’ve never felt so sick.” Sam groaned and rested his head down on the table.

“How many shots did you take?” Harrison asked.

“Mmm nine?” Sam shrugged. “But that’s including my three Pfizer vaccine shots. Did you just mean alcohol?”

“Obviously I just meant alcohol.”

“Then six. Oh my God. I’m so sick. I’m never eating or drinking again.” Sam whined.

“We got nachos.” Tuwaine told him.

“Fuck yeah.” Sam picked his head up and grabbed a handful of nachos.

“Sam, do you think Y/n is sleeping with other guys?” Tom asked nervously.

“I don’t know. Are you guys exclusive?” Sam asked with a mouthful of chips.

“We never said we were.” Tom said, making Sam immediately make a face.

“Then she’s 100% sleeping with other guys.” Sam laughed and grabbed more chips.

“What?!” Tom shrieked. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because think about it.” Sam began. “You guys haven’t been dating for long and you’re away working all the time. Why wouldn’t she be sleeping with other guys?”

“Oh no. This…this can’t be.” Tom shook his head repeatedly as he stressfully grabbed his hair.

“Sorry you had to find out like this, mate.” Harry sighed and patted his brothers back.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Tom groaned.

“Me too. Oh god. How is there anything left?” Sam said and ran back to the bathroom.

“I gotta find her. She could be finding my replacement as well speak.” Tom gulped before leaving the table as well. Tom found you on your way back to the table and sighed in relief.

“Darling. My one and only darling. Whom I love. Exclusively.” Tom said as he cupped your face. He immediately pulled you into a kiss, not caring who could see.

“Hi. Someone’s drunk.” You chuckled against his lips before kissing him again.

“Somebody is. Do you want to get out of here?” He asked as he gently swayed with you to the music.

“Are you trying to take me home?” You playfully gasped.

“Maybe.” He grinned and leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time a handsome man tried to take me home from a bar. Let’s go say goodbye.” You took him by the hand and pulled him back to the table. Tom laughed at your joke but his smile fell as soon as you turned your back on him. He couldn’t help but wonder when the last time a man took you home from a bar was.

“All right guys. I gotta bounce.” You told the table. “Bounce on your boys dick. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” The boys told you as they hugged you Goodnight. They each gave Tom a look as he ushered you out of the bar.

You were back at Tom’s place soon enough with Tom on the couch and you in the kitchen. You walked into the living room with a glass of water and handed it to Tom.

“Here. Drink some water.” You said as you sat beside him on the couch.

“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled warmly at you and took the cup. He took a long sip before setting in down on the table. Then, he pulled your feet into his lap and carefully undid the straps of your high heels. You gave him a grateful smile just as your phone buzzed.

“Finally.” You mumbled and pulled out your phone. Tom immediately thought back to the conversation form before and felt a panic rise in his chest.

“Who’s that?” He asked and tried not to sound as interested as he really was.

“The most annoying man on the planet.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Really?” Tom laughed nervously. “Who?”

“His name is Ben. I knew him in college.” You said, making Tom’s panic grow.

“I’ve never heard you mention him before.” Tom said quietly as he looked down at his lap.

“I mean, I only see him every six months. We’re not that close.” You replied. Tom could tell from your tone that you were trying to make a joke, but he didn’t get it.

“So why is he texting you so much?” Tom asked, desperate to know more.

“I gotta see him soon.” You shrugged. “It’s been too long.”

“Oh.” Tom gulped, beginning to think his friends had been right.

“Do we have plans on the 29th next month?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” You nodded and went back to texting.

“You’re gonna see Ben, then?” Tom asked through a forced smile. He felt his jealously building up by the minute and forced his hand to calm himself down.

“Yeah. If he can.”

“Can I meet him too?”

“Why on Earth would you do that?” You chuckled and gave Tom a strange look.

“I want to meet all the people in your life.” He played it off. “Because I love you. Exclusively.”

“Well I appreciate that, honey. But you definitely don’t have to meet Ben.” You smiled at him over your phone before going back to texting.

“Why not?”

“There’s no reason to.” You shrugged. “Why would you meet the guy who drills me every six months-“

“Oh my God.” Tom groaned and got off of the couch. He hunched over and clutched his stomach, his jealousy making him sick.

“What? What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“So it wasn’t a joke. My friends were right.” Tom said sadly as he looked at you.

“Right about what?”

“You’ve been hooking up with other guys.” Tom exclaimed, his voice cracking.

“I have?” You said in surprise.

“You’re texting one right now!” Tom shouted again pointed to your phone.

“I am?”

“Yeah. You’re texting Ben about the next time he’s gonna drill you.” Tom said, gagging a little as he said it. His knees felt weak again so sat down on the ground and curled into a ball on the floor.

“Because I have a hole that needs to be filled.” You replied, making him let out a whimper.

“I thought that was my job!” He shouted from the floor before curling back into a ball.

“How could you fill it? You didn’t do to dentist school. Ben did.” You said as you got off the couch as well.

“So that’s the kind of guy you want? Some fancy doctor?” Tom cried from the floor.

“I mean, I kind of need a doctor.”

“Need?” He gasped. “Are you really that shallow?”

“Wow, Tom. Sorry I don’t want some rando fixing my cavity. I didn’t realize that was a crime!” You shouted back before stomping out of the room.

“Well I didn’t realize -wait, cavity?” Tom asked as he picked his head off the ground. He quickly got off the floor and followed you into the kitchen.

“You have a cavity?” He asked you.

“Yeah. I’m prone to them. That’s why I’ve been texting Ben.” You sighed and pulled a business card out of your wallet before handing it to Tom.

“Dr. Ben Hammond.” Tom read off the card. “Oh my God. You’ve been texting your dentist this whole time?”

“Yeah. Which to be honest, I’m not sure how that translated to me hooking up with other guys. I guess you just like to jump to conclusions.” You rolled your eyes before leaving the room again. Tom read the card one more time before following after you.

“Well who texts their dentist?” He asked as he followed you into his bedroom.

“I do. Ben and I met in college. I go to see him because he gives me a discount. So when I need to go to the dentist every six months, I text him.”

“Well that….makes a lot of sense actually.” Tom realized as he stopped shouting.

“How could you accuse me of cheating on you?” You asked as you folded your arms.

“In my defense, how was I supposed to know you call your dentist by his first name?” Tom protested.

“Fair enough.” You agreed. “But still. You automatically jump to the conclusion that I’m cheating? Do you really not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, darling.” Tom whined. “But the guys got in my head back at the bar. They made me realize that we never officially said we were exclusive.”

“Because I didn’t think we had to.”

“I didn’t either. But then you made that joke about how we never said we were and the boys convinced me that you were sleeping with other guys.” Tom said as he looked down at the ground.

“Oh.” You said, realizing he had a valid reason for assuming what he did.

“Yeah. Oh.” Tom repeated as he slowly looked up at you.

“Well it seems like we could’ve avoided this misunderstanding with a simple conversation!” You shouted at him.

“It seems we could’ve!” He shouted back. You stared at each other for a minute, both still panting from your outbursts.

“I don’t want to sleep with other people!” Tom shouted after a beat of silence.

“Me either!” You shouted back. “I never did!”

“So we agree!” He replied, still yelling.

“We do.” You yelled back.

“So we are we still yelling at each other?”

“Because-“ You shouted but instantly trailed off.

“I don’t know actually. Momentum, I guess?” You said at normal volume. Tom cracked a smile and rubbed his tired eyes.

“I don’t want to fight with you, darling.” He sighed. “And I’m too drunk to have this this conversation. All I know is, I love you and I would instantly die of natural causes if I found out you were sleeping with other people.”

“Well I love you too.” You smiled softly. “And you don’t have to worry. You’re my one and only, Tom.”

“Aw.” Tom smiled in relief.

“At least, you will be once I stop fucking my dentist.”

“Wait what?” Tom’s smile instantly fell.

“Kidding.” You sang. “Now come on. Why don’t you remind me why you’re the only guy I sleep with?”

“I can do that.” Tom’s smile returned as you led him towards the bed.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland x yn #tom holland jealous

[norrisleclercf1]

Bestfriend!Lando Headcannons

Hooking up with one another, you two don’t date each other, smutty fun stuff, Lando’s curls are his weak spot, bestfriends just having fun with one another

A/N: My dumbass deleted the ask for this, my apologies

Hooking up with your best friend was very stupid

Very very stupid until his tongue was on you, and his hazel eyes boring into yours

Lando and you don’t hide the fact that you both hook up with one another from time to time

Whenever the two of you are lonely or bored you text him asking him to come over

Of course you two don’t always hook up but travel the world together

He’s been your best friend for years so you always felt comfortable with him

He knows all your secrets, and you know his

Lando loved traveling with you, you were carefree

Never pushed him to talk about F1, and just let him explore his talents

That camera was always around his neck, half the pictures of you

Called you his little muse

When he’s home and locked away gaming you come over to bring him food and drinks

The occasional blowjob while he games loving the way he has to act normal on camera

Lando who will always come to your house no matter the time when you don’t answer his texts

You who pushes him to ask a girl out he finds cute even cheering when he gets her number

Neither of you caring when the other dates, you just stop sleeping together and continue being friends

People judging when they hear you two hookup and are still friends who see each other when the other is dating

Your relationship fell apart once due to it

The guy couldn’t handle that you weren’t in love with Lando

But he just threw it in your face saying you were, and that he wanted Lando gone

You laugh and throw his ass out instead

Lando coming over with beer and junk food

which ends with you riding Lando’s face as you cum so damn good you actually scream

Movie nights with you two watching marvel movies you making fun of some of the bad CGIs

Fangirling over Tom Holland

Lando making fun of you, because he’s meet him

He hates it when you come to races because then the guys like to hit on you

You flirting with Car,so, because Lando hates it so much which ends

With you in Lando’s drivers room while he fucks your hard against the wall

Asking you who is fucking you so damn good that you can’t speak

Apologizing afterward for getting jealous kissing your forehead

Both of you getting jealous from time to time

You even once told Lando she was with him for his money and dick

Lando snapping back saying that you’re the same

Fighting is normal between you two, not talking for a while

He shows up first

A horrible race, because he couldn’t stop picturing the hurt he caused you

You in his sweatshirt because you missed his scent around you

Hugging it out and cuddling while you watch trashy TV

Taking Polaroids of each other

Yours is of him after a late night fuck

Curls messy and eyes blurry he smiles, you keep it in your wallet

His of you after his first podium where you’re hugging the trophy and crying

Lando always carrying a pad or tampon just in case

Once he got a bloody nose and you shoved the tampon in his nose to stop it

Picture evidence exists when someone doubts the story

Lando bringing you with him when he travels, making sure you’re right there next to him

Having to stop when you get a boyfriend

Lando hates him, thinks he’s not good enough for you

When they meet, Lando is quiet and keeps to himself observing the way you two act

Dating the guy for 3 years, Lando missing you every second but dates himself

Both of you breaking up with your people, but yours ends with the guy cheating on you

Lando not knowing until a mutual friend tells him

Heading to your apartment, when you open the door

You’d been holding it together pretty well, having loved the guy so much

Yet, when you see Lando you break down

Holding you close as you sob into his chest

Takes you a while to get over the guy

Finally happens when your in Canada and see that Lando’s curls are perfect

The facial hair growing on you

You told him he looked like a teenager finally learning how to grow facial hair

Jokes you should give him your leg hair to make up for it

Slapping ensues

When he comes back hair wet, curls perfect, you launch yourself at him

He groans about losing himself with the way your tongue curls in his mouth, sucking on his

Fingers pulling on his curls, Lando moans loudly

You giggle, teasing him for it

Lando shutting you up quickly when he shoves his fingers in you and curls them

The sex, rushed and fast as you both mumble how much you’ve missed one another

Joining lando for his quadrant videos, the guys loving you

Giving lando so much shit that you become a hit on the videos

Being there when Lando is so frustrated with McLaren, having his heart broken over and over

Standing up for one another when “fans” hate on you

Rows of your tweets between one another being memes

Pranking the other drivers together

Becoming the 2nd honorary Sainz when Carlos Sr, loves how you don’t take shit from the guys

You’re not allowed near Zak Brown, because last time you yelled at him

Saying that Lando deserved better

As a joke once, you took a picture with Lando’s beach ball helmet

You stole it from the garage while no one was looking

Laid down naked and laid it right in front of your spread legs

He about dies when you send him the picture your tits on perfect display teasing him

Now has that helmet in his gaming room to remind him of it every time

Supporting you when you move to another country when you get a promotion

Texts of good morning and nights to one another

Family vacations and holidays together

Lando just wanting you to be happy no matter what

Secretly in love with you, but he doesn’t know that

You’re the same way

You’re both fucking morons who need to date one another stop being friends you pussies

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We mend each other by @/talesofesther

Green by @/itsapeterthing

Smoke by @shurisneakers

The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

feel me by @flordeamatista (siren!reader)

youngblood by @sebbies (boxer!bucky)

Safe Place To Land by @sunlightdances (modern au)

Too Much (Not Enough) by @touchstarvedirl

SMUT

Be it revenge or moving on by @writingsoftheloser

Cherry by @sweetdreamsbuck (camboy!bucky)

Your Daddy Did It Better by @princessbellecerise (billionaire!bucky)

Wrapped In Red by @/flordeamatista

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[the-ace-with-spades]

Random headcanons for Ghost and Soap (and Ghostsoap) part 1

- Soap has the habit of placing his hand on the small of Ghost's back. It looks adorable because next to Ghost, everyone looks tiny and yet Soap oozes such confidence that Ghost feels small whenever he has Johnny's hand directing him by pressing into the small of his back, sometimes Johnny's thumb is rubbing little circles over his spine. He always blushes, too.

- On the other hand, Ghost has a habit of pulling Soap by the hip any time he's about to get himself in trouble. Someone says some shit, Soap turns to the side and opens his mouth and Ghost just reaches his arm across his back and with his fingers digging into the v curve of hip steering him away before he can open his big mouth and get himself in trouble. This is inspired by the Tom Holland&Zendaya photos

- Ghost is always cold, Soap is always hot. It looks absolutely comical during spring when they go out - Ghost has warm sweats and jacket and a hoodie and a hat/mask on and Soap is in shorts and a hoodie with cut-off sleeves. Gaz calls it Soap's slut behaviour

- This means Ghost is a blanket hog. They often sleep in the same bed but separately because Soap just feels too hot to cuddle up under the warmest duvet available in store which is Ghost's preferred one.

- They are decent cooks but Ghost is better at cooking and Soap is better at baking. They also have different cooking styles - Ghost cooks to relax and doesn't stress about the results and Soap takes cooking as a challenge.

- Ghost doesn't get jealous, really. He's too in control to get jealous and he's the ride or die kinda guy so he's put all of his trust into Soap and is used to Soap's overfriendly, borderline flirty personality. It's endearing to him.

- Soap, on the other hand, is a jealous beast. Recruits, other teams officers, strangers in a bar, anyone who gets Ghost's attention or tries to get Ghost's attention, Soap always struts in and stands way too close and asserts his position as soon as he notices. Ghost pretends it's annoying but he finds it cute (he's never had anyone get jealous over him).

- Soap never stops calling Ghost per sir. Not when they're on leave, not when they retire. Sometimes it happens in public and because Soap only calls him sir when he's feeling cheeky, he sounds really bratty and people make their (dirty) assumptions.

- Soap is not a fan of Valentine's Day. Ghost likes to pretend he isn't either, but in the week before the day, he'd do small romantic gifts/gestures every day.

- Soap is the 'leaves his dirty socks on the floor' kinda guy, meaning he never puts back stuff in its rightful place, has tons of dirty mugs lying around, piles of sketchbooks and books and about a dozen of pencil cases, he forgets to make the bed, doesn't fold the laundry for days after taking it out of the dryer, just leaving in the corner in the kitchen. Ghost feels tested when they move in together because he's a neat freak.

- Soap is a hairy beast. He's got dark thick hair everywhere - his chest, back, arms, the happy trail, the other happy trail that goes down his inner thighs. He'd have to shave twice a day if he had to keep a clean-shaven look.

- Ghost is not exactly hairy but also not hairless, it's just that the majority of his body hair is very pale.

- Ghost unironically likes Vimto. His favourite takeaway is Chinese and he actually likes beans on toast for breakfast and scotch eggs. He, however, can't understand how Soap can eat oats for breakfast every day.

- Ghost does, in fact, have a soft tum. Soap also has a healthy layer of fat over muscles but Ghost doesn't really have the abs shape - he's teddy bear shaped.

- Ghost feeds stray cats scraps of meat any time he cooks off base.

- Soap definitely has ADHD. He doesn't shut up and his mind is brilliant but very scattered.

#sometimes i also headcanon ghost as trans but that's a whole another post #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #ghoap #cod #q #op

[bonesandchalamet]

a Monaco Grand Prix - t.holland

masterlist

pairing: Tom holland x mercedes intern!fem!reader

warnings: some flirting + possible minor errors

a/n: inspired by the Monaco gp today! combining my love for Tom and formula 1 into this! if you like formula 1, you can find my sports masterlist on @thatsdemko 🥰

“you can’t just be nice and give him a tour?” your boss, Toto Wolff, gives you a glare that’s almost killer. one that you know will bite you in the ass, if you don’t just take the opportunity to show the famous celebrity around the paddock.

you know it’s part of your job. if you want your placement to be permanent, you’ll have to do whatever the boss says, and that being showing a famous prick around the Monaco paddock.

you nod, “I’ll do it.” you swallow the nervous jitters, as you turn out of the Mercedes hospitality to the one and only Tom holland making his way through media, other formula 1 interns, and press.

he’s headed to you with his security guards. a bright pearly white smile on his face as climbs the steps, hand extended, “ah you must be y/n! I was told you’d show me around.” his British accent brings warmth to your ears as it visibly spreads to your cheeks taking his hand in yours.

you’ve completely forgot why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. after having met the Tom holland, you’d do anything your boss asks you to do.

“right this way, Mr. Holland, let me show you our new and improved cars for this weekends race.”

—

each spot you took him to came with a variety questions and expression, god he was cute, was all you could think about. he was attentive and listened to your tidbits and nerdy jokes, he could tell you really loved your job and took formula 1 as serious as it was.

“and this is the Red Bull garage, legally I’m not allowed in there or else I’ll be reported for spying. but go on in, I’m sure Christian Horner would love to see you.” you gesture for the actor to step inside the garage and join the couple of other famous people you could see from where you stood.

as badly as he wanted to step in and have the cameras pointed on him, he didn’t mind keeping a lower profile and decline the offer to do so, “if you can’t go in then I definitely shouldn’t.” he laughs pulling out his phone to show you his Lewis Hamilton lockscreen, “I’d be murdered in there.”

“that makes two of us.” you giggle, pulling out your phone to show him the picture of you and Lewis on your first day. he’s a bit jealous as a claims, but you’re sure he’s had more opportunities to meet him than you have. considering you rarely see the drivers— except for Mick Schumacher.

“ah I’m hoping to get a picture with him like that too!” he carefully taps his finger against your screen to get another look at the picture; two of you smiling from ear to ear in Bahrain.

“I don’t have the privileges to get you to meet him, but considering your fame status? I’m sure by the end of this weekend you’ll see him more times than me.” you gesture for him to follow and he keeps up as you pass the McLaren, where Oscar piastri and lando norris are doing final placements.

“what if I want to see you more by the end of this weekend?” he asks, the words slipping off his tongue before he can filter them out. his hand flies over his lips; security guard chuckling at his intrusive thoughts winning. flirty words were easy for Tom, but he didn’t expect to find himself using a line on you this early on the tour.

you can feel the red hue quickly spread to your cheeks, it’s more noticeable than the last time he got your attention that way. he moved into your field of vision turning to face you, rather than the cars, “I mean I could always use a tour guide around Monaco?” he shrugs, hand finding the nape of his neck as he nervously plays with the hairs there.

“ask me when I’m off the clock, then legally I can answer.”

—

you thought he would’ve forgotten by now. it was hours after you gave him his own private tour of the paddock, and somehow? he was still there.

most people— fans, media, press, and other members of formula 1— had vacated the paddock following an early rise tomorrow for the big race, but not Tom. he’d stuck out waiting around, taking pictures with the few fans left, and even getting his picture with the infamous Lewis Hamilton.

“I see you finally got your picture.” you say as you make your way down those same hospitality steps to close the gap of where he stood off to the side.

“yeah, but I didn’t get that guaranteed tour of Monaco yet?”

“will I get paid by the end of the tour?” you raise an eyebrow watching his words stumble out of his mouth, words not even forming sentences you tripped him hard, “I’m joking, Tom, but I get off of work tomorrow late, so your tour will have to wait.”

he nods eager, but still slow enough to not show much of his excitement, “I can wait until then. I’ll find you here tomorrow evening?”

“deal, and I don’t take checks as a form of payment.”

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