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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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aaaa congrats on 1.5k!!!

for the writing prompt things idk uh cuddly/touchy byler (prerelationship) and one of the other party members just calling them out on their lack of heterosexuality??

overdue hi helloooo!!!

oh my god i love this. this is one of my favorite party tropes, so here, have some lucas sinclair being So Done with mike and will. a fun little modern au, set around the party's sophomore or junior year of college!

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now that i see you

Here’s a little known fact that very few people know about Lucas Sinclair.

He’s bi.

Yeah! Lucas is bisexual, and it’s fucking great, actually. He’s known he was bi since he was about seventeen years old, though looking back on it, Lucas really should’ve known sooner. Honestly, there’s a reason why he loved watching the Spider-Man movies when he was younger, and it’s not just because Zendaya stars in them.

Oh no. It’s because Zendaya and Tom Holland star in them.

Talk about the Gen Z bisexual’s dream.

Anyways, yeah, Lucas Sinclair is bisexual, and he’s out to everyone he knows and loves. He never had a big coming out or anything, but if people ask about it, he doesn’t hide it or anything. But personally, in Lucas’s opinion, no one should assume other people’s sexualities, so if people assume he’s straight, that’s on them.

It’s fun being bi, and it’s fun having a girlfriend who’s bi too. He and Max have been dating since they were just fourteen years old, so they’re more than comfortable walking down the streets together and commenting on different people they pass by. (Not in a creepy way, of course. God no. Lucas isn’t like that, and neither is Max.)

It’s also fun having so many friends who are part of the queer community as well. Everybody in the Party is actually part of the queer community—Will is gay, El identifies as bisexual with a strong preference for women, Dustin is on the ace spectrum, and Mike currently identifies as queer, as he’s still trying to figure out what label (if any) fits him best.

All of that to say, as a bi man, Lucas thinks he’s gotten pretty good at reading what is and what isn’t flirty behavior. For example, El and Max used to hold hands all the time when all of them were in high school. For some girls, that’s not flirty behavior. For those two though? It was definitely flirty behavior, and that’s exactly why the three of them are in a poly relationship now and have been for well over a year.

Another example? Sometimes, Will likes to lean his head on Lucas’s shoulder. Sometimes, Lucas gives Will piggybacks, like he does with Max. Maybe in another life, they would’ve been flirting with each other, but Lucas is fairly certain their behavior is platonic.

Mostly.

Not that it even matters because here’s the thing: Will is head over fucking heels in love with Mike.

Here’s the other thing: Mike is head over fucking heels in love with Will.

And now for the final thing: the two of them are so fucking stupid that neither one of them even realizes it, even though they both flirt with each other worse than anyone Lucas has ever met.

Like… seriously, what the hell? What the actual hell? Mike and Will are practically dating, except that they’re not, and both of them have come to Lucas on separate occasions and rambled for literal hours about how much they like each other. But of course, both Will and Mike had made him promise not to say anything to the other person, and of course, Lucas can’t just break that promise, even if it would save them a lot of heartache and save himself a massive headache.

Tonight, though… Lucas is questioning his entire life.

Everyone in the Party is over at Mike’s house tonight for a movie night, and like usual, they’re all squished together on the tiny couch in the basement and on the floor in front of the couch. They’re watching Tangled tonight, per El’s request since her birthday is in a little less than a week. It’s a sweet movie, and because it’s one of Max and El’s favorites, Lucas loves it a lot.

But he’s not really watching Tangled tonight.

Oh no, instead, Lucas keeps getting distracted by the fact that Mike and Will are literally cuddling on the floor in front of him. And yeah, okay, that’s nothing new. They both tend to be physically affectionate people, and other than the weird period of time when Mike and El were dating and he and Will weren’t really talking, they’ve always been physically affectionate with each other.

But tonight is just a new level of “affectionate,” and Jesus Christ, Lucas is going to rip his hair out.

First of all.

First. Of. Fucking. All.

Mike is sitting against the couch, and Will is literally sitting between his legs and leaning up against Mike’s chest. Mike has his arms wrapped around Will, and throughout the movie, Mike keeps leaning down and whispering things into Will’s ear that make Will laugh and smile like a complete idiot.

Second of all.

Second of all, Mike keeps absently playing with Will’s hair. Mike’s always been a fidgety person, so when he’s not holding Will’s hands, he’s playing with Will’s hair, all soft and gentle the way that Lucas is literally playing with Max’s hair.

Third of all.

It’s the lantern scene.

It’s the fucking lantern scene now, and Rapunzel and Eugene are singing to each other and looking lovingly into one another’s eyes. Ordinarily, the scene is enough to make Lucas emotional, and sometimes, when he’s feeling extra sappy, he might even tear up, because he gets to thinking about Max and about how happy she makes him. Nowadays, he thinks about El too and how their relationship, however unusual it may be, also makes him incredibly happy.

But nope. Lucas can’t even enjoy his favorite scene in the whole damn movie, because he’s too distracted by the fact that Mike is staring at Will in the same way that Eugene keeps staring at Rapunzel but also by the fact that every single damn time Will turns to look at Mike in the same way Rapunzel stares back at Eugene, Mike just so happens to turn away.

They keep missing each other’s stupid, pining looks, and Lucas wants to cry. He’s going to lose his mind here. He really, really is.

The song continues to play, and Lucas glances down at Will and Mike again. Somehow, Will has shifted even closer to Mike, and Mike is whispering something in Will’s ear again that makes him smile.

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Alright.

Enough is enough.

Lucas just wants to enjoy his damn movie, and he’s tired of his best friends being idiots.

So, as slyly as he can, Lucas sits up, and he leans down, closer to Mike and Will now. “Hey,” he whispers, loud enough so only the two of them can hear.

Both Will and Mike turn to look at him, confused expressions on their faces. “Hey?” Mike asks, his brow furrowed.

“You both want to kiss each other,” Lucas deadpans, and he watches as both his best friends stare at him in horror. “And don’t try to deny it, because you both have talked to me about it. Just… do us all a favor, and go make out or something. I can’t watch the damn movie because I’m too distracted by the fact that you’re literally flirting in front of all of us and are somehow too dumb to realize it.”

Both Will and Mike turn a bright shade of red, and they look at each other, their eyes wide. For a few moments, they do that silent little Mike and Will communication, and Lucas fights the urge to roll his eyes.

All at once, everything is different, Rapunzel and Eugene sing together, now that I see you. Now that I see you.

Then, all at once, Will moves away from Mike, and he crawls towards the stairs, still holding Mike’s hand. Neither one of them stands up until they’re away from the TV, and without another word, they run up the stairs—presumably to go follow Lucas’s suggestion.

Fucking finally.

Lucas sighs, and he leans back onto the couch, wrapping his arm around Max’s shoulder again. She shifts closer to him, offering a wry smile, and she mutters, “About damn time. I told you that you should’ve just told them earlier.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Lucas rolls his eyes, leaning over and kissing his girlfriend’s temple. “I wanted to give them a chance to not be idiots and figure it out for themselves.”

“It’s Mike and Will,” Dustin points out, from his place on the beanbag. “When it comes to each other, they’re always going to be idiots.”

“Okay, that’s fair—”

“Shhhhh,” El hisses, glaring at both Lucas and Dustin. “Mike and Will are stupid. We knew this already. Now, be quiet. I’m trying to watch the movie.”

“Sorry,” Dustin says, and Lucas smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry, El,” he whispers, reaching over and rubbing her back lightly. “I’ll be quiet.”

El narrows her eyes playfully, but she smiles back at Lucas, leaning closer to both Max and Lucas. “I’ll forgive you,” she whispers. “But only because now I won’t have to listen to Will whine about Mike as much.”

A quiet laugh escapes Lucas’s lips, and he just smiles, leaning his head on Max’s shoulder. Likewise, El leans her head on Max’s other shoulder, and silence settles over the four of them as they continue to watch the rest of the movie.

Lucas will check in on Mike and Will… later.

Right now, he gets the feeling they want to be left alone.

#andi's asks #byler #byler ficlet #elumax

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mynameisvarian · 21 days

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MyNameIsVarian's Masterpost!

You must have randomly stumbled upon my account dear traveller, maybe stay awhile if you'd like (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Pronouns

They/Them (Preferred if you just addressed me as a guy) ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

What Fandoms am I in? ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Well, I'm in a lot of Fandoms! I love watching animated series that are pretty angsty haha- here's the list of my favorite 2023-2024 fandoms:

Wordgirl - Camp Camp - Tangled the Series - Randy Cunningham 9th grade ninja - Adventure Time - Nimona - Spiderman (Tom Holland Movies) and a whole lot more!

What are some details about me?

Oh, now that's a hard one! I'm a minor (Below 18) who just loves to draw stuff about their favorite cartoons! My goal on Tumblr is to inspire at least one person with my drawings :D

What apps do I generally use to make art?

Well, I used to primarily use this really buggy app on my iPad called "Sketch Tree" but started to use "CapCut" ever since I moved to using my phone.

I also draw traditionally on paper and even trace over my own drawings so I can turn them into digital art :D

Looking for my AUs? Here's the list!

Wordgirl

• The Boxleitners AU

Adventure Time

• 2nd Mushroom War AU

• Alternative Descent AU

• Ice(d) Simon AU

• Travesty in place of Insanity AU

• Split to a Ditch AU

That's Not My Neighbor

• D.D.D Francis AU

Camp Camp

• Camp Woodscouts AU

Ships I enjoy!

Simon Petrikov x Betty Grof

Professor Venomous x Lord Boxman

Becky Botsford x Tobey McCallister

Dr Two Brains x Cheese

David x Gwen

David x Redeemed!Daniel

If you found my Tumblr via my old written works on Archive Of Our Own or Wattpad then congrats to you!

Other Socials:

DeviantArt: - MyNameIsVarian

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alwayschoppedtaco · 1 year

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old masterlist!

fake instagram masterlist

12 days of christmas masterlist

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Avengers:

Bucky Barnes: - apartment next door: Your next-door neighbor seems to not understand that there are other people in your apartment building ~ or ~ You just moved into a new apartment that happens to be right beside the infamous Winter Solider. And he happens to listen to his music at full volume late at night, which leads to confrontation. - a drop of sunlight: Tangled AU, Series Summary: She’s a lost princess with glowing, magic hair. He’s a thief who isn’t all that bad. A match made in heaven, right?

Harry Potter

Marauders Era:

James Potter - second choice: James has always been your best friend, but you are tired of always coming in second in his life. - second chance: The annual Potter’s New Year’s Ball is coming up, and it’s the first time you are going to be around James since the Hogsmeade incident. What could possibly go wrong? *part two of second choice*

Criminal Minds

BAU Team: - hotches daughter: Morgan and Reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

Actors

Chris Evans: - boys & movies: Chris isn’t quite ready for his baby girl to grow up

Tom Holland: - fingers crossed: You go on the BBC Radio 1 show with Nick Grimshaw to promote your new album and end up talking about your break up with Tom and the final song on your album.

Daniel Ricciardo: - paper rings: I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings or the four times you surprise him with paper rings and the one time he surprises you

Mick Schumacher: - we will always have summer: summers in the lake house have always been your favorite

Lewis Hamilton - bedtime stories: the story of your relationship, as told through the bedtime story of Josie Hamilton (coming very soon!)

Charles Leclerc - coming soon

Max Verstappen - coming soon

#masterlist #older version

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nyeddleblog · 2 years

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My Fanfics so far...!

Hello, I know I haven't uploaded much in here for a while, but I would like to share to you my upcoming projects in case you're interested. I normally use Wattpad, because it's the platform I'm most used to (I've been using it since I was eleven years old); and it's the one that gives me the tools to conceptualize my stories the way I want to.

(I know people don't really think that Fanfiction is real writing, but for me it is! And I conceptualize my whole stories, create my characters very deeply and construct a whole universe around them. You could also check my pinterest to check their respective moodboards because, being a designer, conceptualization is everything for me)

Most of these have only one or two chapters uploaded, but the whole story is settled and I only have the writing left.

Amortentia. (A Marauders Fanfiction)

A story in which a muggleborn tries to get a grasp on her surroundings and gains more reasons to fear the unknown, as well as it slowly lures her in. Settled during the Marauders era, and going from first year to the years after Hogwarts.

LIRWELL AND ANGEL'S PORT SERIES.

The Lirwell and Angel's Port series is a saga of Fanfictions intertwined, that occur inside the same universe, and mainly inside the city "Lirwell" and the town "Angel's Port". It's filled with horror and paranormal shit because that's my jam. Both cities are fictional and created by me. It has a lot of lore, so I would recommend to read them all. Coven. (A My Chemical Romance Fanfiction) A story settled in 2008. It's a paranormal college Au, in which the band sees themselves tangled with a coven of witches inside an unsettling city where everything seems to go wrong. Copycat. (An Andrew Garfield, Robert Pattinson and Tom Sturridge Fanfiction) A story settled in 2014. It's about a horror podcast and how their hosts keep defying the current serial killer in the city that keeps coming closer and closer to them. Demonia. (An Oscar Isaac Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day, where Simone and Oscar work together but she slowly submerges into paranoia when she starts studying demonology. Truth. (A Kit Harington Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. It's about an ambitious journalist lured by the darkness that surrounds this city and a young policeman that keeps giving testimony of extraterrestrial sightings. Poltergeist. (A Tom Holland and Timothée Chalamet Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. About a three college students living inside a haunted house, where one believes, one doesn't and the other is just tired. Unknown. (A Finn Wolfhard Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. This story is about a girl who is new in town, discovering the marveling world surrounding her, and a boy trying to lure her into hunting cryptids with him. Blood. (A Louis Partridge Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day, where Pascal finds Louis, who disappeared a week before, and shelters him from the serial killer who kidnapped him.

Chaos. (A Marvel Fanfiction)

Gabriela Espiga is a fashion designer who doesn't know how to say no, and has to create a full set of suits for different superheroes to get their protection.

Creation. (Another Marvel Fanfiction)

In which a group of girls that should have died gains superpowers and try to create a group to help each other.

Cryptic (A Moon Knight Fanfiction)

In which Victoria Martínez is scammed and sees herself forced to share an apartment with a crappy roommate as she slowly falls in love with the neighbor next door. (Don't be fooled, it's quite dark)

I Fell In Love With a War. (An Adrian Chase Fanfiction)

In which Jolene Singh is being blackmailed by her boss but Vigilante offers to kill him; but her emotional instability surpasses her.

Watercolor Eyes. (An Edward Nashton Fanfiction)

In which Edward Nashton and Amelia Lin met each other when they were little and now she became everything he hates.

A Cure I Know. (A Battinson Fanfiction)

In which Bruce Wayne has to deal with an eleven year old girl appearing on his doorstep and calling him dad; and his PR Manager keeps bothering him about being more 'approachable'. (Based on this post)

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littleladybaker · 29 days

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Just some friends from the Demon Realm for the Wild Family AU. Definitely not the Octavius family from my Marvel fanfics I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Otto is in the Abomination Coven and is giving very “Pete’s Meter” vibes and I kind of love it. Just like with the Changling Families adults, I played with Darius’s outfit for it but also tried to keep some of canon Otto’s designs and I really like the results. He carries a canister of abomination mater which he uses to create the “actuators”. He’s a better abomination witch than Alador but nowhere near Darius.

Toby is the oldest and the same age as Amber. I had considered marketing their ages the same as their ages in their first movies but decided I wanted the Spider-mans to go to school with the main characters of the story. He multitracks Illusions and Beast Keeping since Peter 2 has the most spider powers of all the Peters and the Illusion teacher teaches the photo class in The Owl House.

Then comes Andy. He’s Evan’s age and Multitracks Illusions and Abominations. He’s also a bit of a goofball and I love him. All three boys will have Spider palismans modeled off the spiders on their suits. Otto’s is an octopus and Rosie’s is a butterfly. I have a headcanon that part of a palisman’s form is built off of the witch as a person and that is often influenced by families. Rosie’s family primarily have bug palismans and Otto’s family primarily have cephalopods. So their kids have eight legged bug palismans.

Baby Tommy was a bit of an oopsie. He’s only six, same age as King in this fic, meaning he’s eight years younger than Toby and six years younger than Andy. This comes from the large age gap between him and the other Spider-Mans in canon. He’s just a bard and has only just started in tracked classes. I saw Tom Holland dance and my brain went, “Make the baby a Bard!” Also, he’s a mama’s boy because I said so.

Which finally brings us to Rosie. You know I had to make a character played by Donna Murphy a Bard. Once again modeled off the outfits we see the Batts wear, I gave her a skirt instead of the slacks. Her palisman, Anna, often hides herself as a butterfly clip in her hair. She’s a close friend of Raine and also knew Amber’s bio parents so she helps tutor her as well. Her magic mainly comes from singing and she’s one of Raine’s biggest competitors. However, since they’re still good friends, Raine is also one of the few people who knows about a spell song she developed. One that can mimic the magic of any other coven. I may have accidentally made Rosie a little OP… (Yes it’s the ‘Healing Incantation’ from Tangled. It’s self-indulgent and stupid but I’m gonna do it. Ok?)

#Here we go again…#Wild Family AU #Spider-Man AU #the Octavius family #The Owl House #fanfic #Otto Octavius #Rosie Octavius #tobey!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #Tom!peter parker #lil draws

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panfluidme · 2 months

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MULTI-FANDOM AUs

Master Post

Turtle in a Web:

ON HIATUS

ROTTMNT X TOM HOLLAND'S SPIDER-MAN

Before Iron Man was even in the process of being thought up, there was a group of turtle teens who protected New York. Flash forward fifteen years, and they had all gone on to do different things. They didn't even speak together, mostly because they were too busy to spend time together. Well, a new superhero came into town and the least busy turtle, Donnie, decided to take him under his wing.

MEMORIES ETCHED IN STONE:

IN PROGRESS

MILO MURPHY'S LAW X TANGLED THE SERIES

Varian and Ruddiger had gotten cursed. It was a cruel curse that wouldn't ware off for over two hundred years years. It was a curse that turned him and Ruddiger into a statue. Everyone had looked for a cure, but found none. Once the curse had fully settled, Varian was kept in his lab, kept safe from the world. Varian and Ruddiger were in pain, aware of every little thing that touched them. During the time they were cursed, Corona fell. A museum opened up and Varian and Ruddiger's statue were put on display as "unnamed citizen and his raccoon". The museum was placed in a small town across the seas, in a small town named Danville. And then one day, the curse lifted...

#rottmnt #mcu #turtle in a web #milo murphy's law #tangled the series #memories etched in stone

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Peter Parker - See the light (10)

This is not edited, sorry in advance for any mistakes!

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Sixth part

Seventh part

Eighth part

Ninth part

Plot: Peter and you find your way to each other, and one last obstacle to fight.

Warnings: not to give any spoilers, but things are about to get nasty. If you have seen the film, the last part. If not, BLOOD.

“Y/N, treasure?” your mother called up the stairs. “I know I said come down soon, but dinner’s is ready. You wouldn’t want it cold, would you?”

You tensed, and came back to life. Quickly, you threw yourself off the bed and stalked towards the door, an new hatred brewing behind your eyes. The woman climbing the stairs right then, Gothel, your mother – the imposter – made your stomach turn. You were the lost princess, the girl who they held all those celebrations for, and to who the flying lanterns were destinated. All those years, staring out the window when you could have been there. All those years, because of a woman who had played with you.

Freedom is about letting go.

“Y/N – “

You opened the door and started down the stairs, where your mother was midway up. She wore her characteristic smile, that you already knew was fake. As your life, as your identity and as everything you had ever known. You noticed, in the way she seemed to change her face as soon as she saw you, lifting up in nothing but interest and selfishness.

“Treasure” Gothel said with a grin. “Have you washed up? Dinner’s is ready, don’t you hear me?”

“I’m the lost princess”

“Y/N speak clearly, you know I hate it when you whisper” she rolled her eyes.

“I’m the lost princess!” you faced her, for the first time in your life not being afraid of saying no to her. “Right?”

There was a pregnant pause. The sun was almost down, it was dark in the tower but you could see the shock written all over her face. She had wide eyes and had stopped walking up; and you had never seen her so scared.

“Have I spoken clearly, mother?” you asked, cold. “Or maybe I shouldn’t call you that?”

“Oh, treasure, are you hearing yourself?” she let out a high pitched laugh, and smiled just too wide. She kept walking up. “Why are you asking me such as stupid thing –“

“It was you!” you cried out, stepping away from her, as if her touch burned. “ You stole me from my parents all those years ago! You did it!”

The façade fell from your mother’s face, and the expression you had seen peeking out so many times in your life, that face that she made when she was really angry or you asked too much, came out. Her eyes became hard and cold, she pouted and, when she talked, her voice was sharp as a knife.

“Everything I did was to protect you”

“All my live I’ve hiding from other people who might eyes me” your fist clenched tightly, and you walked down the stairs. You pushed her out of your way. “But I should be hiding from you! You used me!”

“Where will you go?” She asked, a fire burning behind her eyes. “He won’t be waiting for you”

You stopped dead in your tracks, and looked back. There was a river of your hair running down the stairs, and you mother walked down with a sickening smile. She looked crazy, and you worried for the first time for Peter. He had been your way out, and she probably knew it; so your stomach tightened at the thought. Even if he had hurt you, even if he had broken his promise, you worried for the boy.

“What did you do?” you inhaled quickly, panic spiking.

“To that – criminal?” she folded her arms on her lap, proud. “He shall be hanged for his crimes”

Your eyes widened, and all the confidence fell.

“N-no!”

The switch flickered in her eyes once more, and the fake mask she had wore came back. Her eyes softened and the volume and strength of her voice went down. She circled you like a prey, almost crouching down as you drowned in panic: Gothel was right back into mother-mode, and tried to run her hands through your hair.

“Oh, treasure, it’s alright! It’s okay, listen to me” she finally was facing you. “Things are like… they are meant to be, everything –“

“No!” you cried out and teared away from the woman. “You’re wrong about everything! You were wrong about him! All he showed me was respect, and love, and freedom, and didn’t use me for my powers! I’ll never let you use me or my hair again!”

You slapped her hand away, and pushed her with all your strength, trying to keep the woman who was no longer your mother as far away as possible. She stumbled, hitting the mirror with her elbow and making it fall.

The cracking was heard and echoed through the tower; then, silence. She kept looking between the broken glass and you, and for a moment, her eyes filled what betrayal and hurt almost made you change your mind. But that was what she wanted, that was what she had always done with you; and no longer would you fall for that.

Finally, the switch changed, and Gothel’s kind and motherly side died completely. Her expression slowly started to fill you with dread, and before you knew it, she was gripping your wrist with a strength you didn’t know she possessed.

“You want me to be the bad one?!” she screamed in your face. “Then guess what… you have never seen someone as evil as me!”

The metal tugged on your skin painfully, and you whimpered into the gag around your mouth. The chains tied around the metal dragged your down and left you feeling more exhausted than you should have. You were tired, scared and angry; but mostly, you were sad. Sad, because at this time Peter would be dead, and by the looks of it all because of you. You should have never involved him in your business, just let him go when you had the chance; he hadn’t even tricked you or break his promise, your mother had manipulated him too.

And he was going to die thinking you didn’t want to leave with him. Because, after having time to think chained to the wall, the gesture of giving him the satchel did look a little like refusing. You were new to the whole social world, and you regretted ever asking him to go and see the lights. Maybe, she wouldn’t have found you then. Maybe, Peter could still be alive.

“Quiet, treasure, quiet” Gothel cooed, dragging the back of her finger along your cheek. “It won’t be long until we can take those off”

You resisted a shudder at the feeling of her cold fingers, and you couldn’t help a second whimper. You were closer to sobbing your heart out, but you wanted to be strong to take advantage of any possibility you may had. She kept shushing you, more like a pet than a person. When she got tired of you pulling away, she quickly backhanded and moved back where she was packing up the last of your things.

There weren’t much, and she was making sure that yours were nothing more than an old bag that didn’t have anything important. Like, the flag you wanted so desperately to take with you.

It was morning already, but the sun wasn’t out. Clouds covered the sky and it threatened to rain. Suddenly, a cry of a horse had both resident of the tower whipping their heads towards the open window. You struggled for a second more curious than anything.

“Y/N!”

Someone was shouting seconds later, and your hear soared. You started to struggle hard against the metal chains, the gag sitting uncomfortably between your lips as you screamed Peter’s name. Your mother looked at you and the window, and you saw how she paled and feared the boy.

You could almost laugh of happiness.

“Darling, let down your hair” Peter shouted once more.

You couldn’t hold back anymore the tears of joy that pricked at your eyes. You tried to push past the gag and call out more, but you knew he could never hear you. The metal was starting to dig into your skin, and blood started do come out. You were pushed back with a hard push until your back met the column, Gothel in front of you and pushing you from your shoulder. She took hold of your hair, and pulled at it harshly.

You cried out when the sharp tug made your head lean forward. Even if you couldn’t see him, you could already hear the stones of the tower being pierced by his knife, a sign that Peter is alive, Peter is here, Peter is coming. You mother got exasperated and grunted.

“Make a noise and I’ll slit your throat”

That shut you up pretty quickly. You watched as she picked up a good amount of your hair, and a moment later, she was throwing the weight out of the window. Gothel tugged at it violently, until you were stretched between the grip of your hair and the chains on your hands, tears running down your face. You were looking at the ground forcefully, trying to keep your breathing at bay.

Finally, you felt how a more gentle tug happened, and the familiar feeling of someone using your hair to get up hit you. Peter was gentler, you felt how he still used the wall to get up, and you felt even worse. He didn’t know what was up there.

Peter climbed until he reached the window in record time, and your heart screamed when you heard the familiar out-of-breath sigh. Without your hair being used, you could finally look up, and saw him leaning against the window, still getting into the tower. Your mother quickly hid into the shadows, out of view, and you finally made eye contact.

You witnessed how Peter’s chocolate eyes filled with apologies and love, as he walked forwards and towards you. There was a messy mop of brown curls on his head, damp with sweat, and his face was flushed red. You could see some rough marks on his neck and forearms, and you tugged harder to meet him.

“Y/N” Peter gasped, trying to keep down the smile. “Thank god, I – “

Only then, he seemed to realize that you were chained to a wall, not gripping your hair to help him climb or running to meet him. He stopped midsentence, following the chain with his eyes and frowning. The happiness disappeared, and his mouth turned into a tight line, jaw clenching.

You saw her before he did, so you cried and shouted, every word of warning smothered by the cloth in your lips. The metal actually cracked, and Peter’s eyebrows screw up in confusion; but before he could get anything else out, the knife was plunged on his side and your mother was smiling proudly besides you.

Peter grunted out of breath, and stumbled to the ground messily; still, he fell towards you, as if he wanted to touch you one last time. For you, you screamed, shouted, yelled, cried, sobbed and trashed until your mother walked towards you. And watched how Peter looked at you with wide eyes, as his blood soaked the ground.

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profangirllu · 4 years

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How Do You Sleep?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You know Peter is lying to you about something, and when he refuses to tell you, you assume the worst. Based loosely off the song “How Do You Sleep?” by Sam Smith.

Warnings: angst

A/N: this was written in the span of half an hour so please forgive me for any errors I didn’t proofread. There will be a part two to this!!

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I'm done hatin' myself for feelin'

I'm done cryin' myself awake

I've gotta leave and start the healin'

But when you move like that, I just want to stay…

Another tear rolled down your cheek as you stared down at your phone.

Eleven messages. That’s how many you had sent to Peter just within the last few minutes. That didn’t even scratch the surface of the numerous panicked texts and worried phonecalls you had been sending him over the past few weeks. You didn’t know why you even tried, because you always got the same response.

“Read.”

You threw your phone onto the clothes piled up in the corner of your room, collapsing onto your bed with a soft thud. Fresh tears leaked from your eyes as your mind began racing with all of the possibilities as to why he could be ignoring you. None of them were good.

What if he’s seeing someone else?

What if I’m too clingy?

What if he’s waiting to break up with me?

What if I’m not enough?

The pain in your chest grew with every thought that pushed its way forward through your mind, negativity wrapping your mind in a thick dark smoke. And you absolutely hated it.

You hated feeling this vulnerable and hurt. You hated being ignored by the boy who had seemed to love you so much a few weeks ago. You hated feeling anything for him at all.

When you felt a salty tear hit your lips, a gear switched in your mind.

No, you thought. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t allow him to make me feel this way.

You crawled off your bed and shuffled to your closet, pulling out a storage box full of old stuffed animals and dumping them on the floor before searching through your hangers. Your eyes landed on one of Peter’s hoodies and you practically ripped it off the hanger and shoved it into the box, repeating the action with anything and everything that reminded you of him. T-shirts and pictures, chemistry notes from the year before and toys he had won for you at Coney Island. Everything went into the box.

He wouldn’t make you feel like this anymore. You wouldn’t let him.

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What have I become?

Lookin' through your phone now, oh, now

Love to you is just a game

Look what I've done

Dialing up the numbers on you

I don't want my heart to break

Lunch seemed pretty normal until Peter got there. You, Ned, and MJ had been talking about how much of a jerk your English teacher was for assigning another paper on top of the project that was due. Ned made some joke about him before you all laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Peter asked, smiling. He sat down next to MJ, but not in the spot in front of you. No, instead he sat on her other side so he could be in front of Ned. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting, especially since you two were still dating, but you shrugged it off as best you could. MJ gave you a look and you returned one that made it clear you didn’t know what was up with him.

A noticeable tension had settled on the group when Peter’s eyes widened.

“Crap, I forgot I had to take the Physics test I missed on Monday.” He rushed to put his things in his bag. “I'll see you guys later,” was all he got out before he hurried away, unaware that he had left his phone next to his lunch tray.

You stared at it. All of the answers to the burning questions you had were probably hidden in there somewhere. You shook your head. Going through his phone would be a complete violation of the trust that you had built your relationship on.

But then again, what trust was left?

“Hey Ned,” you said softly. He looked at you, eyes innocent and happy. You swallowed. “Could you, um… could you go through Peter’s messages for me? He hasn’t been answering mine and I just wanna make sure they’re going through.”

Ned’s happy demeanor changed instantaneously. He stiffened, wringing his hands out and shaking his head lightly. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, (Y/N). I mean, Peter and I… we’re-we’re best friends and I don’t feel comf-”

Before he could finish, MJ groaned and grabbed Peter’s phone, unlocking it and going to the texts.

“You’re texts are here, so they’re definitely going through,” she said. Her face scrunched in confusion. “Hey, you might want to take a look at this.”

She slid you the phone. On the screen were messages between Peter and an unknown number, the latest one from last night.

Unknown: Can you be there in 10?

Me: I can be there in 5 if you need me to be.

Unknown: Perfect.

Your heart sunk and MJ took the phone back, shutting it off before anything else could happen. “I’m sorry…”

Ned had seen it too, and the sweat on his brow had grown more noticeable. “Hey, it’s probably not what you think. He-he probably just had to go somewhere for something with someone none of us know and-”

You squeezed your eyes shut and stood from the table, Ned’s ramblings only making everything worse. You sucked in a breath before heading for the door. The messages weren’t much evidence to go on, but your feelings were enough to confirm that you needed to protect yourself.

And you would have to do something really hard in order to do so.

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Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?

All that shame and all that danger

I'm hopin' that my love will keep you up tonight

Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?

All that fear and all that pressure

I'm hopin' that my love will keep you up tonight

The hallway was still empty when Peter sauntered out of the Physics lab, a content look on his face, completely opposite to the face you wore. Peter saw you and made his way over, opening his arms for a hug, the standard greeting you two had. You put your hand up and stopped him, a coldness taking over you.

Peters brows furrowed, dark eyes concerned as he looked at you. You gathered enough courage to look him in the eyes.

“When were you going to tell me?” you asked, your voice quiet.

Peter became even more confused, though a small fear blossomed in his chest that you knew his secret and were angry at him for not telling you. “Tell you what?”

You scoffed. “Oh come on, don’t act dumb.”

“I’m not acting right now. What are you talking about?” His voice was full of puzzlement.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re really going to make me say it?” Your heart broke even more when he nodded. “Fine. When were you going to tell me you’re cheating on me?” The newfound volume in your voice wasn’t the only thing that took Peter by surprise.

“(Y/N) what are you talking about? I would never-”

“Are you serious right now?” Anger flared in your body. “Maybe I’m mistaken, but you haven’t talked to me in weeks and then I see that some unknown number is asking you to be somewhere?”

“Wait, did you go through my phone?” he asked, suddenly defensive. A small amount of anger started in his chest too at the thought of you breaking his chest, but it dissipated when he looked at you again.

“What choice did I have, Peter?” Your voice was still elevated, but it was beginning to crack. “You’ve barely talked to me in weeks, you haven’t answered my texts or calls at all and all I get that a sign you’re alive is a read receipt. Hell, how do you sleep knowing that you haven’t answered the girl you love when all I do is worry because of how much I love you?” Tears were falling down your face again as you continued to express your feelings and Peter tried to reach out and wipe them away. He winced when you smacked his hand away.

“(Y/N), please just let me explain-”

“No, Peter,” you said firmly. “I’m done letting you make me feel this way. I’m done feeling insecure in a relationship that used to make me feel safe. I’m done with us.”

With those final words, you turned and walked away, leaving Peter to pick up the pieces as his world came crashing down.

What did he do?

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Yeah I did my hw but also remembered I followed a bunch of tangled collects on we heart it and made two moodboards, what about it??🤧

This is also for @spidey-waffles11 bc she made one first and @fairytaleparker bc she said the wanted to write one🤧😌💖

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland moodboard #tangled au #im officially in love #if i die do NOT proscute the murder bc they caught me slipping

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webshooter-allen-blog · 6 years

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Tangled Universe | tom holland x female!reader: Chapter One

a/n: we are so excited to announce our first fic series! we hope you guys enjoy this as much as we are! if you would like to be added to the taglist, message us!

summary: Fandoms are chaotic, especially when it comes to DC and Marvel. But bringing together four actors from both universes’ might not be so bad, especially when there might be a spark between two of them.

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“Tonight we have four amazing talented people here with us tonight,” The brunette interviewer spoke, “In this corner we have two stars from the TV Show ‘The Flash’’. Please welcome (Y/N) and Tom Cavanagh!” He paused, “And in this corner we have two stars from the latest Marvel Movie, ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, Please welcome Tom Holland and Benedict Cumberbatch!”

The Cast of ‘The Flash’ and the cast of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, were on a joint US and European Press Tour promoting both universes. Their directors thought it would be a good idea to team four of the greatest superheroes into one press tour, where they would co-join in interviews together. For them, bringing two universes together was difficult and rigorous, especially when you needed to sign mountains of paperwork. But it worked, and here they were.

All four stars waved at the audience, smiles on their faces, as they turned back to the interviewer.

“So, this is a little bit different from other interviews, isn’t it?” All the stars nodded in response. “We’ve never had two universes come together and promote. How does it feel, having to promote a DC tv show alongside two Marvel stars?”

“Well, it’s definitely something different. As a cast that comes from a largely known show in the DC universe, we’re used to working with our old cast mates or interviewing alongside Grant, but since he’s off on his honeymoon and he’s been working on other projects, this is one of the first times that we’ve been able to promote The Flash by ourselves.” Tom Cavanagh said, a smile on his face as he turned to (Y/n). “I’m used to doing interviews with Grant, but for the next couple weeks I’m stuck with this weirdo.” He nudged her, a smile on their faces.

“(Y/n), how does it feel to be working with the cast of The Flash?”

“It’s definitely a different experience from working on a non-superhero show, like Criminal Minds, and now being able to just take on the role of such an important character in the DC Universe is a dream come true.” (Y/n) said, as the other actors watched, nodding alongside her words.

“Working with Grant, Tom, Carlos and everyone else on the show, they make this experience even better. Somewhere on set Grant and Tom are singing and Carlos and I are somewhere messing with Gavin’s stuff.” (Y/N) said and looked over to Tom, “Of course, I love my girls Dani, Candice, and Violett! Sometimes you need some time to be away from the boys.” (Y/N) laughed, nudging Tom just like how he had done earlier.

“I’ve considered Team Flash, my second family, They’re always there for me. Especially Tom, he’s my second dad as he likes to call himself.”

Tom chuckles, “I am your second dad, what are you saying daughter?”

(Y/N) giggles lightly, “Anyways, He’s there for me, and when it came to High School Graduation last week, he was there with everyone from the show, Melissa Benoist who takes on the role of Supergirl, As well as Emily, Willa, and Stephen, His wife and his precious girl were all there with a big banner that said ‘Run fast and get your diploma!’ With the Flash Emblem on the side.”

“Seems as if you’ve got a big and loving family on set!”

“I’ve been blessed with the best!” (Y/N) smiles, waiting for the next question to be asked.

“Mr. Holland and Mr. Cumberbatch, how does this Press Tour differentiate, from others that you’ve done?”

Benedict cleared his throat, “It’s quite different then ones we’ve done with our own cast mates as well, Just like Tom mentioned earlier. This is although a fun and exciting new experience for both of us.”

“Wonderful, Let’s also not forgot that we have two Toms’ tonight.”

“I would like to consider myself the better Tom.” The Flash star said, earning laughs from the audience, “Tom Holland will now be referred as Thomas or Stanley, end of story.”

“The battle of the Toms’, I am all for that.” (Y/N) said.

“Which Tom will beat the other Tom?” Benedict’s voice going just a bit deeper as a smile adorned his face. “Honestly, I’m just excited we’re able to interview alongside two amazing actors..”

They smiled, Y/n with a hand over her heart. “What a softie, I like you already, Benedict.”

“Okay, so we’re going to do something a bit different here on the show today. In front of you, we have placed a game that everyone here in the US is used to playing: Jenga. Can anyone explain the rules for us?”

Y/n raised her hand. The interviewer nodded with a smile, proceeding to let Y/n explain the game.

“So basically Jenga is a tower of blocks, stacked up three over three. Every time it’s your turn, you need to take out a block without knocking over the tower. You can’t hold the tower with your other hand and the other person can’t help you either. Whoever knocks the tower over first loses.”

“Right, exactly. Now, everytime you take out a block, we have printed a question from a fan on the bottom. So you need to read and answer the question depending on the block you choose.” The interviewer continued, as the actors nodded, Benedict and Tom looking a little lost but trying to understand.

“Okay, so we’re going to start with Team Flash. Tom, go ahead and choose your block.”

(Y/N) watched as Tom carefully took out the block, after a successful attempt, Tom flipped over the block and read the question. “If you could choose three people from the cast to go on vacation with, who would you choose and why?”

“Oh, well, you better choose me, Tom.” Y/n smiled, as she got the side-eye from Tom.

“Well, damn, that’s a hard question. It really depends on where we would be going and for how long but, I would take Grant, Danielle, and I guess (Y/N) can come along,” He said, “Grant because, He’s my singing partner. Danielle knows how to party it up, so her and (Y/N) because there’s always that one annoying kid and (Y/N) is the one.”

“Hey, c’mon, you love me, Tom.” (Y/n) nudged Tom as he grumbled with a smile on his face.

He enveloped (Y/n) in a hug. “Yes I do.”

“Okay, now it’s Team Marvel.”

Benedict and Tom smiled, as Tom went to grab a block, Benedict’s hands instinctively reached for the bottom of the stack, wanting to hold it for Tom.

“You can’t hold the stack, Benedict!” (Y/n) said as he put his hands behind his back, a sheepish smile on his face.

Tom pulled out the block, a smile on his face before he turned it around and read the question. “Will there be any new superheroes in Spiderman: Homecoming 2?”

Just as Tom was about to speak about the film, Benedict quickly covered Tom’s mouth with his hand, earning more laughs from the audience.

“Let the boy live, Benedict! Tell us Tom!” (Y/N) smiled at Tom.

Benedict shook his head, his hand still covering Tom’s mouth as he watched their playful banter, “He’ll spoil the movie for everyone, he can’t control himself! Is that what you really want (Y/N)?”

(Y/n) sighed, smiling. “I really don’t mind.”

Tom laughed behind Benedict’s hand, as Benedict removed his hand, shaking his head jokingly at (Y/n.)

“Okay, I’m actually not going to spoil anything. I’m just going to say that you won’t be prepared for what’s coming.” Tom said, a smile on his face as he placed the block next to the Jenga stack.

“Team Flash?”

(Y/n) grabbed a block from the stack, turning it around to reveal the question.

“Spiderman or Doctor Strange?” the block read.

(Y/N) laughed at the question, “How about Steve Rogers?” Looking over to Tom and Benedict who both had wide mouths.

“I am hurt that you would prefer Captain America over us, (Y/N). This friendship is over.” Benedict said, crossing his arms over his chest and a pout resting on his lips.

(Y/N) gets up and walks over to give Benedict a hug, which he gladly accepts.

“Look at these two bonding! Sorry Tom, looks like Benedict has replaced you.”

Tom Cavanagh gets up quickly, wrapping his fingers around (Y/N)s’ arm and tugging her towards him. “My daughter, not yours Benedict.” He said, placing (Y/N) right next to him.

“Alright last few questions, Team Marvel.”

Benedict takes a block from the Jenga tower, mumbling, “Please don’t fall, please don’t fall” under his breath as the mic caught his words and the audience laughed.

Successfully taking out the block, Benedict pulled up, the block catching on the open side of the tower and collapsing over the table, right on Tom’s lap. The audience roared in laughter as Benedict groaned and Tom laughed, putting all the pieces on the table. Cavanagh and (Y/n) laughed, high-fiving as they realized they won the game.

“Ha, take that Team Marvel. I guess Team Flash really is the winner.” Tom said, finger pointed at the British actors with a smile. “Read the question, Benedict!”

Benedict turned the block in his fingers, reading the question. “Pick a Flash cast member to replace a Marvel cast member.”

The audience laughed, awaiting the actor’s answer. Both Tom’s watched, as Benedict put a finger to his chin, thinking before answering.

“I’d switch (Y/n) with Tom.”

“Which Tom?”

“Holland.”

Everyone burst out laughing, as Tom shook his head, a small smile appearing before replacing it with a pout.

(Y/n) got up from her side of the couch, before walking over to Tom and shoo’ing him away. “Alright, I’ve officially joined the Marvel cast, bye Tom!”

Tom walked over to Cavanagh, a pout on his face before being wrapped in a hug by the Flash cast member. “It’s alright, we’ll take care of you, Stanley.”

A small, “Hey!” came from Tom as he pulled away from the hug to Cavanagh laughing and patting his back. “I’m just kidding!”

“Well, that’s all the time we have for today, let’s give it up for Team Flash, (Y/n) and Tom Cavanagh, and Team Marvel, Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Holland! Until next time!” The interviewer waved at the camera, as both teams smiled and waved at the audience.

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thedyslexicbard · 6 years

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Tangled in Webs Chapter 1 ~ The Tower

A/N: Hey guys guess who’s back with some movie AU shiz.....its me so i was listening to Disney song as you do and i really wanted to watch tangled because the idea fairy came and i watched it and got an idea for this fic so lets get to good bit

Summary: so as the title suggests its a Tangled AU where you as the reader are Flynn Rider until you reveal your true name as Y/N Y/L/N but you've seen Tangled right? and peter of course is Rapunzel but his name is peter i did change the hair bit a lot but not drastically but here we go

Pairings : Peter Parker x Reader, IronDad and Spidyson,

“This is the story of how i died” Y/N began as the children in the orphanage gathered around her some giving confusing looks while the matrons of the orphanage gave questionable looks “but don’t worry this is actually a very fun story and the truth is its not even mine,” she gave a nervous laugh to ease the tension “the story is actually about a boy named Peter, and it starts with the sun, know once upon a time a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens and from this small drop of sun grew a beautiful flower but an evil man found this flower first-”

“boring when are we gonna get the good stuff” one boy whined but Y/N just smiled “patients kid im getting there” she laughed

“where was i? oh yes so thousands of years pass and a grand kingdom rose and is ruled by the wonderful king Anthony Stark and his Queen who was about to have a baby” Y/N paused to let the awws and blechs die down from he children “but the queen became sick, really sick, and she was running out of time so that’s when people start to look for a miracle, or in this case a magic golden flower. ah know this is how the evil woman becomes important, you see the old croon was non other than mother Gothal who found the flower first but instead of sharing the healing gift she kept it all for herself” a few gasps and boos erupted from the younger boys and girls

“you see Mother Gothal used the flower to keep herself healthy and young for hundreds of years and all she had to do was sing a special song, can you all remember the words?” Y/N asked a wave of excited nods came from the girls whilst a few hesitant ones from the boys

“okay all together, Flower Gleam and Glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what was mine... but you guys get the jist she sang to it and it made her young, creepy right!” more nods came from the children as they huddled in closer to Y/N

“so the guards found the magic flower that healed the queen and not long after they had a healthy baby boy, but the queen didnt make it” Y/N sighed as a few older girls wiped a few louse tears form their eyes ”

“But the prince was born with a head full of golden hair, and ill give you newbies to the story a hint that was Prince Peter. so to celebrate his birth the king set off a flying lantern into the sky, and for that one moment everything was perfect, and then that moment ended, Gothal broke into the castle stole the prince and just like that, they were Gone!” she exclaimed watching the younger girls and boys turn to each other whispering chorus of “oh nos” and “not Peter”

“The kingdom searched but could not find the prince, for deep inside the forest in a hidden tower Gothal raised the child as her own. Gothal had found her new magic flower but this time she was determined to keep it hidden, but the wall of that tower could not hide everything because each year on his birthday the king set of thousands of lanterns in the sky in hope that one day their lost prince would return......”

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A few years before in a tower....

The lizard scurried across the windowsill hiding behind a plant pot as the young boy ran after it “HA” the boy exclaimed as he pulled the windows open “hummm well i guess MJ isnt hiding out here” he mocked as the lizard chuckled, with a swift motion MJ didn't register the sound of Peters web shooter as it stuck to her side pulling her up from behind the plants “that is 22 to me, how about 23 out of 45″ MJ just pulled a face “okay, well what do you want to do?” he asked the Chameleon and with a happy squeak she used her tale to point to the outside of the tower “ err yeah you see i like it in here” he guested to the inside of the tower “and so do you” MJ just stuck her tongue out in reply “oh come on MJ its not so bad in there” he chuckled rolling back into the tower.

“you see we have a hole list of things to do today and its what?” peter turned to the clock on the wall “oh shoot its already 7:00 AM we have so much to do MJ come on we have to make a start on the chores” peter smiled as he pulled his Blond shoulder length hair into a sort of crazy bun grabbing a broom to sweep the floors.

by 7:15 he managed to sweep, polish and wax the entire tower as well as start the laundry, so peter decided to bust out his paints as he found a new spot on his wall “hey MJ are you excited for tomorrow night when the light appear, gosh i wonder what its like out their, hey that’s it i might ask mother if she will let me go!”

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Flynn leaned against the pillar on top of the castle roof soaking in her surrounding of the busy kingdom below “oh i could get used to a view like this” she sighed leaning ever so slightly over the edge “Hey Rider come on!” a gruff voice behind her spoke “hold on... Yup i’m used to it! guys, i want a castle” she proclaimed to the two large brutes behind her “if you do this job you can buy your own castle” the other spat pulling Flynn by the back of her collar dropping her down the hatch into the throne room.

The throne was huge its high ceiling made it difficult not get spotted but the 3 thief's made it work, as Flynn was lowered down next to the crown she took a moment to admire to beautiful architecture of the castle its self. hanging from the sides of the walls where beautiful light blue banners supporting the symbol of what the King called the Arc Reactor it was the tell tale sign of Kingdom same went for the ceiling each square panel had the symbol on it, Flynn turned her attention to the crown sat upon the velvet cushion, with a swift motion she put the crown in her satchle .

ACHOOO!

“ugh hey-fever?” Flynn asked

“yeah” the guard replied turning to Rider “wait!!!” he shouts after her after he realized she snuck in and stole the crown.

“can’t you picture me in a castle of my own boys?” flynn asked as they ran down the bridge into the forest “because i certainly can! and all the things we seen and its only 8 in the morning Gentlemen this is a very big day” she exclaimed as the two ginger brutes exchanged devious looks.

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Mother Gothal walked towards the large tower, she was slower than normal as her latest trip took its toll on her, like she had to worry. As she approached the tall structure she swallowed taking in a deep breath “OH Peter! would you be a prince and help your mother up”

In the tower peter packed up his paints and made sure MJ was hidden in his new drawing “this is it MJ” he whispererd

“peter? im not getting any younger down here” Gothal whined

“coming mother” Peter answered as he dropped the rope down from the window in his tower hoisting Mother Gothal up. “hi, Welcome home Mother” he huffed with exhaustion “oh peter, how you manage to do that everyday, single, day without fail it looks absolutely exhausting” she spoke pouting her lips, caressing his cheek with her hand.

“oh its nothing”

“well i don’t know why it takes so long” she forced a smile booping his nose along with every word she spoke, “oh Darling i’m just teasing” Gothal cackled. “Alright” Peter laughed along with mother Gothal as she walked towards the mirror assessing her worn features “so Mother as you know tomorrow is a very spe-”

“peter look into the mirror” she interrupted pulling Peter next to her “do you know what i see, i see a strong, confident, beautiful young person” peter let a bashful smile grace his face “oh look and your here to” peters face dropped as Gothal let out another cackle “i’m just teasing don’t take everything so seriously” she finished as she continued to admire herself in the mirror pulling at her face, “okay so mother as i was saying tomorrow is-”

“Peter, Mother is feeling a little run down, Would you sing for me dear? and then we will talk”

“oh of course mother” he beamed rushing to grab the chairs and hair brush, he lightly pushed Gothal onto her chair as he sat in front of her pulling his hair out of the bun. Peter took a deep breath and sang the song as fast as humanly possible, to Gothal’s protests she brushed his glowing hair and with a rushed Poof Gothal look about 10 years younger!

“Peter!”

“so, Mother earlier i was trying to tell you that tomorrow is a pretty big day and you didn't really respond so im just going to tell you, its MY BIRTHDAY!” he beamed hugging her arm with excitement “tadaaa!” But Gothal just peeled the boy fro her her arm “nononono, can’t be i distinctly remember your birthday was last year” she smiled

“well thats the funny thing about birthdays, they are kind of an annual thing” he sighed “mother im turning 18 and i wanted to ask” he stopped “Well what i really want for this birthday, actually what i have wanted for quite a few birthdays” he mumbled pulling at his hair

“okay okay Peter please stop with the mumbling, you know how i feel about the mumbling the Blah blah Blah its very annoying, but i’m just teasing i love you so much darling ” she crooned, Peter lost all confidence in himself until he hured the pushing squeals from MJ pushing him to ask “Gah i want to see the floating lights!” Peters sudden outburst seemed to quite the entire world for a few moments but Gothal managed to compose herself “the what?”

“oh well you see i hoping you would take me to see the floating lights” he got up from where he sat and pulled the curtain to show his new masterpiece to his mothe who replied “you mean the stars”

“but that’s the thing i have charted the stars” he used his web shooter to pull open a small hatch in the ceiling to reveal his star chart “and they’re always constant but these” he gestured to the lantern painting “ they only appear on my birthday, Only on my birthday, and i can’t help but feel like they’re meant for me, i need to see them mother and just from my window, in person, i have to know what they are” he pleaded.

“You want to go outside” Gothal closed the hatch to the window “why Peter, look at you as fragile as a flower, and you know why we keep you in this tower?”

“I know but-” he tried to interrupt but Gothal was to quick

“that’s right, to keep you safe and sound dear” she ran her finger through Peters hair “ i guess i always new this day was coming” she sighed “ you wanted to leave the nest, soon-”

“But-” she place a finger on his lips to silence him

“But not yet, trust me, mother knows best. listen to me its a scary world out there and something will go wrong, with roughians , thugs, poison ivy, cannibals and the plague”

“no!”

“yes and not to forget people with pointy teeth” Peter flopped to the floor in fright at the imagery his mother was painting “so you see peter save the drama mother knows best and look at you, you wont survive on your own, sloppy, under dressed, immature, clumsy, you see they will eat you up alive, and believe me your getting kinda chubby” Gothal mocked as she blew out the candles Peter let out a scream “Peter?” she held up a candle to illuminate herself as a pillar of safety “yes Mother?” Peter replied as he hugged Gothal her tone became dark and forceful as she help up peters face to meet hers “Dont ever ask Leave this tower again” Peter dropped his head in defeat “yes Mother” was all he could muster.

“Oh i love you so much dear”

“i love you more” Gothal pulled peter’s head down as she kissed his hair “i love you most” she smiled grabbing her cloak she opend the windows once more as peter helped her down the tower “tatar, ill see you in a bit my flower”

“and ill be right here" he sighed hoisting the rope back inside and leaning against the windowsill in defeat.

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Hoped you liked it i never thought i would make something like this but i wanted to :) if you want to be tagged don’t hesitate to ask

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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A/N : College au will always be my favorite and adding golf to the mix was fun. I've a very basic knowledge about golf so pardon me for any kind of mistakes. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : doing a coverage of the intercollegiate golf tournament for the student newspaper of your university isn’t that hard unless you’ve a love-hate relationship with the star player of the golf team.

Pairing : Frat! Golf Tom x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, fwb, secretly hooking up, idiots in love, betting, hint of dom! Tom, teasing, blowjob, face-fucking, degradation, spit play II w.c - 5.5k

It was a lovely morning with the sun shining brilliantly in the clear, blue sky. A gentle breeze blowing across the Seven Oaks golf club as you sat inside the clubhouse taking a sip of your chai tea latte. There were a hundred different ways you could have spent your weekend, but instead you are obligated to cover the intercollegiate golf tournament hosted by your university every year on behalf of the student newspaper.

The moment Debra the editor in chief of the student newspaper and your senior chose you for the coverage it made you instantly regret your decision to join the newspaper but you couldn’t turn it down either for the fact that it will be good for your resume.

In all honesty covering the event wasn’t a problem for you. The main problem was the golf team, specifically one player in the team, Tom Holland. With whom you shared a love-hate relationship. Apart from being an avid golfer he was also part of the delta upsilon fraternity in your university. Filthy rich and a notorious flirt, girls used to throw themselves at him. In short, quite a player on and off the field.

You had the chance to know him during the sophomore year when you had to tutor him and let's just say things didn’t stay quite restricted to tutoring —boundaries were crossed. That fucker knew what he was doing with that irresistible British accent and boy next to door charm, successfully marking his name on your bedpost. Both of you thought it would be a one time thing but you were wrong as none of you could defy the attraction you had for each other.

You knew Tom wasn't the committed kind of guy so a relationship was out of question and you don't want to be known as his item in the whole university either. So you both decided to keep it a secret by coming to an agreement that until one of you gets into a committed relationship you can continue with casually hooking up. And that’s how things went on, expressing your distaste for each other in public during the day and spending the nights tangled in the bed sheets in each other's arms.

Lately things have been a little weird between you two after the words I love you slipped out of your mouth accidently in the heat of the moment and you should have seen the dread in his eyes. Though you both had shrugged it off blaming the amount of alcohol you had but the palpable tension was seemingly evident when you were in the same room. That is why you’ve been trying to avoid him for a while and the thought of spending an entire day with him seemed like a nightmare to you.

Finishing your latte, you put on your hat and stepped out of the club house. Your eyes spotted your college team at the tee area. Harrison was going up first as he was busy setting up the ball on the tee. Tom joined him a few seconds later as he took off his pullover jacket and put on his baseball cap.

This tournament was very important for Tom. If he is able to bring out his A game in this he will secure a spot in the team for the state tournaments which will give his golf career a necessary boost. He was in a pretty good mood not only because he was confident about winning today’s game but also about the fact that you were joining him today after you have been avoiding him for a week and even turned down his invitation saying you find golf boring. And he was adamant to prove you wrong.

That wasn’t the actual reason if he is being honest. For some reason he wanted you to be by his side on this very crucial day of his life even though he knew the boundaries of your relationship that he himself laid down. Initially you were just another conquest for him, a name to add to his personal hall of fame but you managed to invade his heart in a way that no one ever could. He has never told this to anyone but he was whipped from the very first time he laid his eyes on you at the freshers party. You were smart, headstrong and insanely independent who never took anyone’s crap and he likes to revel over the fact that only he can make you vulnerable like the way you make him.

Tom wished he knew how he always ends up in between your legs but he was hooked on your taste. It’s the power you hold over him that how much he tries he eventually finds himself back to you. So when he saw you walk out of the clubhouse and make your way down to the tee box he couldn’t stop the shit eating grin forming on his face. After all, he was the one who told Fred the VP of the fraternity how good your writing skills are— which was true— who in turn suggested your name to his girlfriend Debra to cover the whole event to highlight the golf team’s achievements in the next issue.

“Fancy to see you here darling” he sounded chipper as you eyed him up and down and then averted your gaze, looking around the course enamored by the lush green fairways with meticulously carved acres of pine and oak trees plainly ignoring him.

“What? Not even a hello?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling.

“This is the last place I wanna be right now and you know that very well” you grumbled with an irritated look on your face.

“But it seems like you are liking it here” he snickered.

“Me and golf? Never. Especially with you” you retorted.

“Give it a chance you’ll love it and would want to come back again just like you always come back to me” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gave you a subtle wink.

“Shut up Holland!” you gritted under your teeth feeling your cheeks heat up at his words as he let out a carefree laughter. How much ever you try to show your distaste for him in front of the whole world but behind this whole façade you knew very well you would always come back to him. No one gives you as good as he does and he knows that too.

Tom grabbed his golf club and positioned himself to make his first shot. He held the shaft of the club with a firm grip as the muscles of his arms flexed, veins becoming prominent on them— such a show-off you thought holding back the urge to roll your eyes. With a powerful swing of his arms he hit the ball with the club as it flew to a distance. It was a good start for him as the audience cheered around you. He went ahead to finish the round as you waited at the tee box clicking a few pictures for the article.

“You coming love?” you heard Tom now standing near the golf cart with Harrison.

“As if I’ve a choice” you huffed and followed them into the golf cart.

⛳

The college team was playing well as you gradually progressed down the course. You watched and cheered as Harrison hit an ace in the fifth hole. Tom was next as he examined the ground doing a mental calculation of how far he needed to hit.

“Hey Y/N I think my shaft is a bit long, can you get me the other club from the bag?” he turned to you with an earnest look. For any normal person it may appear like a simple request but you knew him better so you didn’t miss the hidden innuendo behind his words. Anyways you knew what you had signed up for so you decided to ignore and wordlessly went to fetch the club he asked for.

“Here” you handed him the golf club.

“Thank you, love” he said sweetly “hey don’t you have anything to ask about the game for the article?”

“Yeah well you could tell me about what are the things required for a good shot?” you suggested.

“Very well, first of all you need to be sure about your target then it all depends on your hold and how you swing the club. Grip it softly and stroke it smoothly. You would know it very well after all I taught you that already” he remarked with a smug grin as you inhaled in a sharp breath, fuming internally. Calm down Y/N you told yourself in your mind. He loves getting under your skin. He thrives off it. And in no way you’re going to give him the satisfaction as you forced out a smile, nodding in understanding.

He went ahead talking more about the game. You noticed the glimmer in his eyes as he spoke with great fondness, describing to you vividly using his hands— the hands you had an unhealthy obsession with which sent your mind spiraling into inappropriate places— a genuine smile finds your own lips this time as you listened to him. He looked adorable when he talked with his hands, a habit you found out especially when he is excited about something. He was moving his hands so vigorously that the balls he was holding in his hand fell off his grip.

“Oops. Can you get my balls, darling?” he said with a cocky smile killing your mood. You really need to stop falling for his boyish antics because he will always be an ass and nothing can change that.

You bent down to pick up the balls as Tom’s eyes lingered on your back shamelessly. Your dress was the first thing that caught his eyes in the morning. A printed pleated golf dress, the hem skimming against your mid thighs paired with white sneakers and a bucket hat to shield your face from the sunlight. And whenever you bend forward the fabric would ride up, exposing a little more of your skin. Teasing the hell out of him as he felt blood rushing down south trying to get a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath. You looked so cute and sinful at the same time and it was a shame he couldn't do anything about it. For now.

⛳

After a short tea break you were on your way to the tenth hole seated at the back of the golf cart with Tom beside you while Harrison sat with Fred who was driving the cart at the front. The revving of the engine of the golf cart pierces through the peaceful silence of the course as you enjoyed the picturesque scenery of the sloping valleys. The wind blew softly against your face and through your hair when you felt Tom place a hand on your knee rubbing it gently. Your breath hitched as you looked at him with surprise as you tried to convey with your eyes what are you doing? He gave you one of his mischievous smiles in return.

‘Keep quiet’ he mouthed, trailing his hand up your thighs, the cool metal of his pinky ring sending shivers through your body. Tom was never fond of the whole secrecy of your relationship. You didn’t even allow him to tell Harrison, his best friend. However he was quick to turn it into his advantage as he enjoyed watching you try to suppress your moans during the many times he fingered you in a classroom full of students or fucked you in the janitor’s closet and lockers room.

You had been torturing him for a week by avoiding him and now he will have his share of fun. A whimper almost escaped your mouth, heart beating inside your chest as you felt his hand inching closer to your clothed heat when Harrison suddenly spoke up.

“So what are your thoughts about the game Y/N? Tom was saying that you find it boring” you quickly swatted away Tom's hand shooting him a warning glare as he chuckled lightly.

“Uh it’s too early to tell,” you replied breathily.

“Well maybe then you should give it a try” he suggested.

“Thanks for the offer Haz but I think I would be terrible at it”

“You know what darling? Golf is just like having sex. You can enjoy both of them even if you’re terrible at it” Tom said with a half-lipped smirk, making the guys laugh out loud.

“Yeah I did hear some of the girls talking about how you’re really terrible in bed” you quipped.

“Damn!!” the boys hollered at your comeback as Tom knelt down to your ear.

“That is not what you had to say after the sociology class if I remember correctly” he whispered lowly “also if I had to dip my fingers in your panties right now I bet you’d be dripping down there” his hand was back on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze, making your shudder. Your conversation was cut short as you reached the next spot and you couldn’t be thankful enough.

“Wish me luck babe” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss when no one was looking and hopped out of the cart, leaving you hot and bothered. It was clear he was deliberately trying to push your buttons and if that’s what he intended to do then two can play this game you thought, stepping out of the cart.

The team was finishing up with the tenth hole when the sound of your giggles caught Tom’s attention. He turned to look and his expression hardened as he saw you with a player from another team. You weren't together but he could never stand any other man near you let alone touch you. And this guy had his hands all over you as a twang of jealousy grew inside Tom.

From your little conversation you gathered that his name was Charles and he was an amateur golfer. He held your hips, correcting your position and your back pressed against him too much for Tom’s liking. You sneaked in a peek through the corner of your eyes making sure Tom was watching as you pushed your hips a little more backwards giggling as you pretended to not understand how to hold the club properly.

Tom watched with clenched jaws, grip tightening on the golf club in his hand as Charles moved his hands from your hips, bringing them to cover your hands with his. He swung the club lightly and the ball rolled inside the cup. You clapped your hands in joy, jumping a little at your spot and then threw your hands around him in a hug. You could feel the burning gaze of Tom from afar, giving yourself a pat in the back of finally getting back at him by giving him a taste of his own medicine. You thanked the guy and sauntered back to where your college team was playing.

“What do you think you were doing out there?” Tom asks through clenched teeth.

“Playing golf Tom. Harrison was right it isn’t that bad as I thought” you played coy knowing how much that irks him up.

“Well I could see that but why were you playing with the guy from another team?”

“I’m here to cover the whole event, Tom. So I need to get some comments from the other players too. I was just doing my job. That's it” you shrugged nonchalantly “moreover…” you trailed a hand down his abdomen palming him through his trousers “he seemed to have a good length. I could feel it” you added with a sly smirk painted on your lips as you feel him tense up.

⛳

Tom was known to have a short fuse and no one in the university dared to piss him off except you. You knew that no matter how angry he gets, he can never hurt you so you loved to take your chances and rile him up intentionally. So far it was working just fine. That little stunt you pulled off had him fuming from inside and it started affecting his game. At the eleventh hole he teed off badly driving the ball right into the sand pit.

You moved towards the bunker along with the team as Tom tried to drive out the ball of the sand pit but failed to do so with his second shot.

“Third time’s a charm Tom! Go for it!” you yelled standing at the uphill of the bunker drawing out a few laughs from the boys. Tom’s mouth was set in a grim line not missing the subtle taunt laced with your words as he gave you a sidelong glance and then focused on the shot. With an aggressive swing he hit the ball, blowing a gust of sand in the process yet again failing to drive out the ball from the bunker to the greens and losing this round.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath as he walked out of the bunker frustrated and disappointed.

“Huh I knew you were all talk no show. Don't know why everyone takes you as the star player of the team” you passed another snide remark fueling his already growing temper.

“You better watch that mouth of yours!” he warned with a baleful glare.

“Why Thomas? Did I hit a nerve?” you taunted with your sickly sweet voice and you knew you were in trouble as something flipped inside him. He stalked towards you like a predator to its prey, grabbing your arm he pulls you aside far enough so no one could hear your conversation.

“I see you wanna have some fun, darling. Why don’t we make this game a little more interesting eh?” his accent was pronounced with a hint of playfulness in his voice which you’re too familiar with particularly when you’re being a brat. You held his gaze which was soft and still daunting as if he wanted you to cross the line so that he can put you back in place.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“How about we make a bet?” he proposed.

“Bet?” you sounded a bit uncertain, unable to comprehend what was going on his mind.

“Yeah when I win this game you have to do whatever I say. Given that I think it’s been a while gotta remind you who's in charge baby” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers gently “so what do you say?” his deep gravelly voice made you feel like a puddle as you leaned in his touch.

“Uhh...I-” you were at a loss of words, staring into his deep brown orbs swirling with a mix of lust and anger being reminded of the times you let him have his way with you. You had to make everyone believe that the reason behind you walking funny was getting your hamstring pulled while doing your stretches in the yoga class and not by getting your guts rearranged by Tom. As if you didn’t like it yourself. You loved when he got rough and sometimes you deliberately pushed his buttons just to have your brains fucked out by him.

“What? Scared of losing a small bet?” a deep chuckle resonated from him bringing you out of your trance.

“No, because I'm not losing and what will I get when you lose?” you bit back.

“Well that's a big if but it goes either way so I'll do whatever you say” he shrugged with a playful smirk.

“Fine with me” you said haughtily.

⛳

It was the middle of the day with the sun at its peak. The team moved towards the next hole though this time you chose to sit inside the shade of the golf cart, fanning yourself with your hat. It was a par 5 hole, you watched Tom mess up the first two shots and barely manage to get it done with the remaining three. You couldn't help but taunt him further as he walked back to the cart.

“Why don't you quit and save yourself from the embarrassment of losing the game as well as the bet to me?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff “easy to say while sitting here in the shade” he grumbled rummaging through his bag for the packet of wet wipes. Upon finding it he shoved it inside his pocket and began to walk away towards a dense thicket situated in an isolated corner of the course as you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Running away already?” you remarked.

“Gotta take a wee” he told you, lifting his pinky finger.

“We are at our university golf course for god’s sake! What kind of savage are you?” you gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t help, it's urgent" he snickered and strides away disappearing behind the shrubbery.

You sat there alone judging your life choices, wondering how the hell did you get yourself into this? All your life you tried to stay away from guys like him and here you are stuck in a relationship with no name. He was reckless, impulsive and had the most annoying habits but still you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. It wasn’t like you didn’t try dating other people but surprisingly he used to invade your thoughts every time. Guess it’s true opposites attract.

After some time you saw Tom reappearing from behind the trees with a proud smile on his face but you were totally unamused.

“You’re unbelievable” you huffed, shaking your head sideways.

“What?" he chuckled softly "when nature calls you gotta go when you gotta go and you should give it a try yourself sometimes, feels very liberating”

“No it isn’t” you gave him a disgusted look.

“Kinda felt at the Dean’s office though” he shrugged nonchalantly and a wave of shock went across your face.

“What?!” you gasped out loudly “I knew it was you guys! How could you do that?!”

“C’mon it was fun” he remarked with a boisterous laugh.

“The whole theta chi got suspended because somebody saw Ray lurking in the corridors at night and you say it was fun?!” you said with resentment in your voice.

“Well that somebody would be me” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck which left your jaw hanging.

“Now that’s very low of you Thomas. Why would you do that?!” you chided.

“C’mon everybody knows the theta chis are a bunch of jerks plus I saw Ray talking to you at the party. So whatever happened happened for good” he said unapologetically. Did you hear wrong or did he just admit that he was jealous of seeing another guy talking to you?

You could never understand Tom. From the very beginning he has been giving you mixed signals which made you never take his words seriously. One moment he acts like a protective boyfriend and the very next moment he is completely aloof from your existence in his life which always leaves you confused. Even though a small part of you hoped that he too has feelings for you because you have no shame in admitting that you’ve grown feelings for him and care for him way too much.

“So you’re saying you did what you did because you saw me talking to that guy. That’s even more lame you know that right?” you tried to be as subtle as possible with your question.

“Oh please that asshole was just trying to get you in his bed” he said with a scowl on his face.

“Isn’t that what we have been doing all this while? We barely talk except for hooking up” you pointed out.

“Ours is different,” he retorted.

“How’s it different? Kindly enlighten me Tom”

“Well because I-” he trailed away finding himself in a fix. He was never good at expressing his emotions but when he was with you he felt a surge of thousands of those emotions at one go which is indescribable. Whatever it may be love, lust or plain and simple infatuation but he knows this much for sure you weren’t just a random hookup for him. Whenever he saw your face he felt a warmth inside his heart, he felt happy, he felt like home.

“Because what Tom?” you pressed on.

“Because I…” the words were hanging at the tip of his tongue but he still couldn’t spit it out and just then Harrison called out.

“Hey Tom, it's your turn mate!” damn you Haz you mentally cursed him. You were this close to getting a proper answer to all your questions which could have given you a little peace of mind but nevermind at least the mystery of who peed in front of the dean’s office is now solved.

You went and stood at the tee box with the team as they cheered for Tom. After the last two rounds went horribly wrong he was stressed and you could sense that too.

“C’mon Tom you can do this!” you tried to boost his confidence this time. To be honest you wanted to see him win. How much ever you find him obnoxious as a person but his dedication for the sport was immense. You could always see the passion in his eyes. And seeing him in those golf attires was an added bonus. The polo t-shirts which hugged to his broad frame giving a firm outline of his toned abs underneath with the fitted trousers giving a perfect view of his cute round ass alongwith with that shining Rolex on his wrist makes you almost go feral.

Tom hit a fantastic drive down the dry and green fairway, settling a massive 310 yards away, the farthest he has ever gone in his golfing career. He was elated pumping his fist in the air and high fived his team mates.

“So what were you saying about me quitting?” he turned to you with a new found confidence.

“There’s four more holes to go, sweetie. Don’t get so overconfident” you retorted with a sly smirk.

“Oh don’t worry, darling I can easily go on for four rounds you know that right?” he remarked with a sly grin. You let it pass this time with a smile letting him have his moment. After all you’re addicted to the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon you so even if you lose the bet you are the one ultimately winning at the end of the day. Tom was back in form as the college team finished with a score of -14 therefore winning the tournament.

⛳

You were back in the club house as the team celebrated their big win by popping off some champagne and feasting on the fancy delicacies the club had arranged. You were standing at a corner sipping on a glass of champagne when Tom pulled you aside by grabbing your arm startling you.

“Come with me” his voice was commanding.

“Where?” you looked at him in confusion.

“You know better darling. You lost the bet and it's time for my actual reward” your eyes widened as you looked around the place.

“I can’t, there’s a lot too many people here” you said in a hushed tone pulling out your arm from his hold. You went to take a sip of your unfinished drink when all of a sudden Tom tipped the glass by its end, spilling the drink on your dress.

“What the fuck Tom?!” you gasped in shock.

“You ok love?” he asked, feigning concern and handing you some tissues.

“Y/N you alright?” Harrison came running along with the other guys.

“Yeah, just spilled the drink” you assured him, rubbing the tissue on the stained area.

“Let me take her to the restroom. We'll be back soon” Tom told Harrison and turned to you, holding your arm he dragged you to the restrooms at the back of the club house. Pushing you inside he shut the door behind him.

“Are you fucking nuts?! This dress was brand new!” you snapped at him instead he grabbed your jaw as your eyes met his fiery gaze.

“You think I give a fuck?” he growled, crashing his lips against yours almost knocking out all the wind of your lungs. All the pent up tension he had the whole week slowly dissipating at the feeling of your soft lips. He just wants to drink you up, ravage you until the only name on your lips is his.

Even though he doesn't want to admit it, you’re the only thing on his mind. The fact that he hasn’t hooked up with any other girl for a long time is because he ends up imagining it’s you. All those lonely nights when he can’t sleep he jerks himself off at the thought of you, your beautiful body writhing beneath him and the pretty little sounds you made while he pleasures you. And after seeing you today with another guy, a sense of possession was acting inside him.

He broke the kiss by pulling your head away, fingers weaving in your hair “you've been such a tease the whole day you know that? Prancing around in this little dress, flirting with that twat from the other team knowing how much it would drive me crazy”

“And what are you going to do about that?” you weren’t the one to back down either as you looked directly into his dark brown eyes.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you in the middle of the greens making sure everyone knows who you belong to. But for now I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you” he murmured licking a stripe along the column of your neck making you shiver.

“On your knees sweetheart” his voice dominating as he watches you crumble down on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes for further instructions.

“What? Have I already made you dumb?” he mocked “go on take me out” your hands went to unbutton his trousers, pulling down the zipper. You pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs, freeing his semi hard member. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft you gave it a few gentle strokes as he hardened under your touch beads of pre-cum gathering at the tip. You swiped your thumb, smearing it over his head as you gazed up into his eyes giving a long stripe on the throbbing vein running underside of his cock.

“Good girl” he hummed brushing his thumb on your cheekbone “open” he demanded and you opened your mouth wide for him without a second thought. Tom collected a ball of spit and let it drip into your mouth as you swallowed it eagerly “c’mon now put that loud mouth of yours to some good use”

Without wasting another moment you wrapped your lips around his bulbous head, swallowing him inch by inch until your nose hit his pelvis. Whispering a ‘fuck’ his head drops back at the feeling of your wet hot mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Arousal began to pool between your legs along with a low thrumming ache as you rubbed your thighs against each other to get some relief.

“Look at you all you needed was my cock to shut up” he rasped, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you down his length. His tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag and sputter.

“Come on, darling, I know you can do better than this” he tugged on your hair, pulling you back as you breathe heavily “suck on it like you mean it, dear”

You hollow your cheeks and swirled your tongue along his shaft. Your hand cupped his balls massaging them gently as Tom groaned, loosening his hold on your head.

“Yeah just like that my cockslut, show me how proud you are of me” you moaned at his words, speeding up your movements, eager to please him.

At that very moment Tom decides to take control as he held the back of your head and began thrusting in and out of your mouth at a bruising pace, fucking your face. Your jaws ached as drool dribbled down from the sides of your mouth. You relaxed your throat letting him slip deeper inside your mouth. Your nose nudges around his pelvis as his grip tightens on your head holding you there. Your hands went on to grip on his thighs, nails digging into his skin as tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

“You look so pretty with your mouth full of me” he thumbed away your tears. Obscene gagging noises left your mouth as he snapped his hips, his balls slapping against your chin. You knew he was close as his pace began to falter.

“Fuck, I’m close” his voice comes out strained, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you felt him twitch, shooting his hot cum down your throat in short spurts. You continue to suck him off, milking the last drop from his softening cock. He tapped on the back of your head and you pulled off with a wet pop as you wiped your drool covered mouth with the back of your hand.

“God you’re the best fucking prize I can ever win” he groaned and pulled you up on your feet. He traces your swollen lips with his thumb before capturing them in a tender kiss tasting the remnants of him on you.

“Don't think I'm done with you baby” he murmured against your lips “The boys will be out celebrating, we will have the whole frat house to ourselves. Tell your roommate you are going to stay out of the dorms tonight" the corner of his lips quirk into a smirk "Gotta make sure you put out the best article”

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alwayschoppedtaco · 1 year

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(semi)discontinued masterlist

these are fandoms that i only write for if i get a request or a random spike of inspiration (very rare for that to happen)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Avengers:

Harry Potter

Marauders Era:

Criminal Minds

BAU Team: - hotches daughter: Morgan and Reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

Actors

Chris Evans: - boys & movies: Chris isn’t quite ready for his baby girl to grow up

Tom Holland: - fingers crossed: You go on the BBC Radio 1 show with Nick Grimshaw to promote your new album and end up talking about your break up with Tom and the final song on your album.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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That Was Hot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AU: Frat!Tom

Word Count: 2,356

A/N: Um, this is pure filth and it came to me when I watched How To Get Away With Murder and Asher said that was hot like i want you to sit on my face hot and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Warnings: Drinking, Drunkenness, unwanted Sexual advances, jealousy, face sitting, oral(fem receiving), cum eating, cum play, dry humping, frat boys.

You weren’t drunk, tipsy? Sure, but drunk? No. Your words were clear as ever but your aim was a little wonky as you stood across the table from the two frat boys who you recognized but did not know the name of. You saw your boyfriend walking up to you, always loving to watch you do literally anything and destroying his frat bros at beer pong was one of his favorite things. The boys you were up against were blatantly waisted, their aim probably already off with how much alcohol was coursing through their veins, you were confident that you were gonna win.

“We so got this” One boy slurred to the other, putting a hand up for a high five, receiving nothing but a brush of pinkys as his teammate almost entirely missed his hand.

A smile grew on your lips as you watched the interaction, and untamed laughter passing your friends lips causing you to follow suit, hunching over as laughter gripped your sides, it was a drunk laugh, messy and uninhibited. Tom’s eyes were trained on you as he watched you fall apart, he knew your reaction was overstated but he didn’t care, he just loved seeing you happy.

“What's so funny?” one of the boys inquired incredulously, his words prompting you to eye your friend again, still biting back laughter at the boy's childish response and lack of self awareness. You both knew how this was gonna go, both confident in your ability to win, so why not have some fun while you're at it.

“Just you guys thinking you’re gonna win” you taunted, only riling the rowdy frat boys up even more. You held the ping pong ball, flicking your fingers, tossing the feather light ball up and catching it without even looking, it was your silent tease, a taunt of challenged masculinity. One of the boys leaned forward, placing his stubby nailed hand on the beat up ping pong table, which at this point seemed to be held up together with duct tape and the spite of broke college students. There was a snarl wound tight on his lips.

“If you’re so sure that you’re gonna win, why don't you back up your words then,” his voice was angry, and in your periphery your could see Tom about to come over and tell the guy off for talking to you like that but with a quick glance you told him that you got it, and he respected your wishes, maintaining his stance but a little more defensive now. “If I win, then fine, you beat us, but if we win, you have to do something that you really don’t want to do” You almost cackled, his inebriation limiting his ability to even come up with something to torment you with.

“Kissing you it is then” you spoke, your voice a sugar coated venom. You tried to hold your persona but you knew that you had bothered Tom, his body tensing even more than it had after the boys taunts. You felt his hardened gaze training on you, his face twisted into the visual representation of and angry “What the fuck?” not thrilled with even the slightest possibility of your lips on someone else's. But you both knew that if you did lose the fame, a fist would sooner come in contact with that face than your lips on his. You knew that even though his eyes conveyed anger there was part of him that was proud, a small smirk tugging on his lips, appreciating the witty remark that belittled his frat brother. You turned all the way to him, giving him a warm smile, bringing your hand to your lips, placing a kiss on your palm before pursing your lips and blowing it Tom’s way, winking as his anger melted entirely and a soft smile replaced the smirk. Turning back to the boy you spoke up again, ignoring the angered look on the boy opposite yous face “I’ll play better if I am playing not to kiss you, let's get this over with” acting like you were exhausted by the notion of actually playing the game, you weren’t, in fact you were excited, thrilled by the idea of of crushing these boys machismo.

You tossed the ball, watching as it floated through the air, barely denser than the atmosphere that surrounded it. The tension evaporated as you sank the first shot, a groan sounding from the boys mouths as you and your friend cheered. One of your opponents took the ball out of the cup, drinking down the tepid beer before setting up his shot. He over shot any of the cups by at least a foot, you caught it easily, placing it in your friend's hand so she could make her shot, and she did, easily landing it in the cup and leading the other boy to have to drink as well. The game continued this way, you and your friend absolutely obliterating the two boys.

You held your breath as you took the final shot, knowing that you would still have opportunities to try again but you really just wanted to get it over with so you could return to Tom’s arms. The shot sinking into the cup, an excited shout leaving your lips as you jump up and down, high fiving your friend. Tom smiled as he saw your true joy, thrilled that the simplest possibility of you kissing someone else was no longer on the table, the only thing left being most of the cups of beer on your side of the table.

“Hey” the frat boy that you would have kissed if you lost spoke up, quickly moving to your side of the table and standing all too close. His breath was hot and sticky, heavy with the alcohol that was tainting every pore in his body. He reached out moving to touch your face but you stepped back. “I know we lost but I still want that kiss” he was pressing you up against the table.

“Um, no thank you, that was the punishment” you spoke fiercely, trying to hide the fear that was growing in your chest. The boy went to open his mouth again but was cut off as a hand was placed on his chest, pushing him away from you.

“Back off mate, leave with whatever fucking dignity you got left, and don’t you fucking dare try to touch my girl again, we clear?” Tom's voice was harsh, every word he spoke he pushed the boy farther and farther away from you, poking him in the chest with his final words to emphasize the point.

“Um, yeah, yeah we clear” the boy exclaimed, tense under Tom’s piercing gaze.

“Good, now fuck off” Tom growled, stepping back to let the boy scuttle off to where ever the fuck, you didn’t care and Tom only hoped that it was far away. Turning back to you, Tom cupped your cheek with his hand, letting you nuzzle into his palm. "Fucking cunt" he muttered under his breath.

“You okay, baby?” his voice was much softer than it had been when he spoke to the frat boy, it made you feel cherished.

“Yeah, baby, I am okay” you hummed “I just kicked ass at beer pong, I’m feeling pretty good” he leaned in, kissing your nose softly.

“You did so good baby, it was hot watching you beat them, like I want you to sit on my face hot” his words were heavy, laden with libido and the promise of a good time. Your eyes widened at his brashness, sending a jolt straight to your core, a rushed nod seizing your neck, prompting him to grab your hand, guiding you through the muddle of people, up to his room, passing couples with tongue in each other's throats, messes of red solo cups and lust. The final flight of stairs was short, not intended for the attic to be a room, but here you were, your hand wound with Tom’s as you stood in the A slanted den.

There was a pull on your hand, dragging you down onto the large mattress, the wooden frame creaking at the sudden weight of two tangled bodies on it. You landed on top of him, the soft unkempt blankets shifting beneath your knees as Tom’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you as close to him as possible, your clothed core dragging across his covered cock.

“Tommy” you moaned into his mouth, his hands on your ass continuing to rock your hips against his, the friction not something you knew you needed. Right as you thought things were getting to it Tom pushed you back, a confused look cementing on your face as you watched him.

“Take your trousers and pants off, Love, was serious about wanting you on my face” he smirked at your lust stricken features, immediately removing your bottoms leaving you bare, the dim light from Toms’s bedside lamp catching on the slickness between your thighs, glistening and making Tom’s mouth water. “C’mere” he elbowed himself up, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you back onto him, this time your core ending hovering above his eager tongue.

“Tom, I need you” you whimpered, feeling his breath on your heat. He didn’t dignify you with a response, simply shoving his face between your folds, lips wrapping around your clit eliciting a moan from you. You found yourself beginning to grind against his mouth, feeling his cheeks move against your thighs, presumably into a smirk

His hands wound around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, the added pressure of his hold pressing you farther onto his tongue, his nose nudging your clit as he lapped at your core, drinking you up like he hadn’t had a drink in years. His teeth grazed your folds, a shiver running up your spine, grinding farther down onto his face, fingers wound around his curls, tugging at it from the roots, a moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your core. He ground helplessly into the heated air, his hard cock begging for friction, the tip poking out of his waistband, leaking precum onto his lower stomach. He needed something.

Tom twisted his hips, holding you tight against his face, he flipped you over, your back landing flat against the worn sheets, your head delving into the pillows. Tom now laid on his stomach, immediately grinding his hips against the bed, giving his dick the friction it had been yearning for, wanting to feel any kind of touch, desperate for release. His hip bones became exposed as the gyration of his hips pulled his jeans down a little more, exposing his shaft further. The harshness of the fabric against his contrasting to what he normally felt, it was nothing like the velvety muscled lined walls of your tight cunt, not comparing to the tight grip of your hand, and subpar compared to your mouth, but then again, everything that wasn’t you was a downgrade in his mind.

“Fuck” he moaned into your heat, pressing his cock farther into the mattress, knowing that the feeling was building up more rapidly than he would like to admit. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that it would push him over the edge to look up at you but he couldn’t resist. His mouth not leaving your pussy he dragged his eyes up your body, toffee colored eyes widening as they fell upon your face twisted in pleasure, your hands gripping at your breasts and pinching your nipples. It broke something animalistic in him, bringing a hand from your ass and smacking yours away, aggressively groping the soft mounds of flesh and pinching your nipples.

“Tommy, I’m go-gonna cum” you cried, your back arching helplessly off the bed, your thighs clamping shut around Tom’s heads, only resulting disappointment was that he couldn’t fully hear your moans, but he say your face as you fell apart under his tongue and it sent him with you. He moaned loudly into you, cock twitching against his shorts as he came onto his stomach and the bedsheets.

Once you had both ridden out your highs he pulled away, looking up at you eagerly, meeting your gaze, your eyes carrying a similar longing to the one that was in his.

“Fuck Tommy, you felt so good,” you panted, your praising words causing a smile to take his thin lips. “I want you in me Tommy” your voice sultry, having maintained more of your breath.

“I want that too love but I um,” he scratched the back of his neck, tearing his gaze from yours and down to his cum smeared abdomen.

“Oh, I see, you got off on eating me out, didn’t ya baby boy” you teased, grinning at your bashful boyfriend, pride awakening in your chest that you had caused him to cum without even touching his cock. You were amused with the embarrassment in his red cheeks.

“Uh, yeah, I’m really sorry, love”

“Hmm, that's okay I guess, I’ll just have a different kind of treat” you shrugged, knowing what you were about to do would have the repercussions you so desired, it would leave you full in more ways than one, cum dripping down your legs as you slept, you knew what you were doing.

Your fingers dance on his flushed skin, gathering his cum on you fingers and bringing them to your lips, sticking out your tongue like he had done earlier, smearing it across your taste buds before leaning into his face, licking at that slickness that was dripping down his chin, the combined taste of your cums in your mouth making you hum. You licked over his lips, giving him a bit of a taste of the treat that resided between your lips before closing them, swallowing the rest. He licked his lips eagerly, eyes rolling back as your spunks mixed together, feeling the blood already starting to rush south once again, his refractory period dramatically shortened by your actions.

“On second thought, I think I can go for some more” he growled.

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