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bradtomlovesya · 2 years

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Choices. 2

Two: Tick Tock

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.

w/c: 2.3k +

a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:

"I'm going to fix it, I promise."

He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.

The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.

Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.

But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.

However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.

Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.

Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.

Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.

You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.

Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?

Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.

The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.

'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.

They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her. In spite of everything, you loved him.

Love is a double-edged sword.

Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.

The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.

"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"

"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.

"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.

"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.

"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.

"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."

"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.

You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.

"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.

"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.

You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.

"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.

"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.

"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.

"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.

Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.

"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.

"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.

Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.

It's okay to dream, isn't it?

You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.

"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.

"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.

'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.

"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.

"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.

"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.

And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.

"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.

"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"

"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."

"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"

"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.

"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."

The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.

You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.

"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.

"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.

Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.

Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.

"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.

"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.

"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.

"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.

"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."

"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.

"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.

"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.

The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.

"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points

Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."

Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.

MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.

"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.

"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.

"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.

"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.

Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.

"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."

"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.

"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."

"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."

Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.

However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.

Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.

Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.

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vendettaparker · 2 years

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The Art of Scraping Through: Chapter One—In Love with Every Stranger

Summary: The pain of the past and the uneasiness with the future weigh on you, but in the end, you realize what’s best for yourself and the new stranger in your life, and of course, Tom is with you through it all.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of character death, paparazzi, typos

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The Stonington Municipal Airport smelled like mildew and something earthy. Everything looked like it had a hazy yellow filter over it and with such little foot traffic, there was practically no one there other than you and Emily. That was always ideal, considering trips to the airport could be extended by hours due to fans stopping you for pictures and autographs.

This was the airport Chet was supposed to be driving your parents to. It was only fifteen minutes from your house.

The airport security was fairly easy to get by, and with how few people there were, it took only ten minutes to get off the plane, get through the gates, and go out the door to meet your Uber. Emily was on her phone the second she had reception again, taking calls and texting. You called Tom once you made it into the Uber and were en route to the CPS office.

Stonington was an island town off the mainland of Maine, right off of Brooksville, so you had to go to Little Deer Isle, then to Brooksville, making the drive just to the office and back an hour or two, depending on traffic. That was particularly bad during tourist season.

“Hello, love?” Tom answered after the second ring.

“Hey, Tom,” you smiled, “we landed about fifteen minutes ago, so we’re on our way to the office in Brooksville now.”

“Okay, darling,” Tom said, “was the flight okay?”

“Mhm, yeah,” you nodded, “it was pretty quick.”

“Where are you staying tonight?”

“We'll probably just get a Holiday Inn or something.”

“Okay, and how was the foot traffic? You know how airports can be…”

“Not bad at all actually,” you said, “the flight from JFK actually was more hectic. I think I got stopped like… at least ten times—”

“Twenty times!” Emily groaned from beside you.

You chuckled, “Sorry, that was Em, she said it was more like twenty.”

“That’s still on the low end,” Tom smiled, “well, I’ll let you go now. I’m about to head back to the house to check on the basement.”

“Can you make sure Harry got those folders for me?”

“Sure,” Tom agreed, “and I’ll stop at the store on the way home and the groceries for this week.”

“Okay, thank you, Tom. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tom said, “bye.”

“God,” Emily looked over at you from where she was slumped against the window, “you two are so fucking domestic.”

You furrowed your brows and laughed, “Thanks?” you questioned.

“I mean…in a cute way,” she clarified, “I’m just surprised you’re settling down so quick. I mean, we’re only twenty-five.”

“I’m not “settling down”.” you argued, “I mean, it’s not like we’re getting married or having kids or some shit like that. And I’m still self-sufficient. I make my own paychecks and pay my own bills—”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Emily defended, “I’m just shocked is all.”

“What’s there to be shocked about? I love Tom and he loves me. I mean, we’re committed, but we’re still our own people. I wouldn’t consider it settling down. I feel like to do that they’d have to be some submission to it.”

Emily eyed you and tilted her head, “What if Tom wanted to settle down? Take a break from work and pop out a few babies?”

Emily loved you and Tom together. If you weren’t her best friend, then it was Tom, and after you’re little scuffle at the studio, Tom was left with an uneasy feeling in his stomach regarding his future with you. So, he texted Emily about it.

“I think it’s way too soon to think about that,” you chuckled awkwardly, “I mean, I don’t even think I have any maternal instincts.”

“You know Tom wants kids,” Emily said, slightly pointedly.

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed.

Tom had made comments about wanting to be a dad for as long as you’ve known him. He made them in interviews, he joked about it with his friends, and he even may have slipped it a few times in bed, cueing you in on that slight breeding kink of his.

“So?”

You shrugged, “So what? I love Tom and if he really loved me then he’d be willing to compromise.”

“Well, are you?”

“Y-Yeah,” you said, “like in ten years when I feel ready—”

“Ten years is a long time, (Y/N).”

“If Tom loved me, he’d wait twice as long.”

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“Harry!” Tom yelled as he opened the door, the light splatters of rain coming through the opening and dripping onto the hardwood floor, “Come help with these groceries.”

Harry came barreling into the foyer with your dog, Chowder, on his heels.

“Oi,” Harry exclaimed looking at all of the bags in Tom’s hands, some going all the way up to his biceps, “how much did you get?”

“Just some stuff for the week, and then some stuff to make a nice dinner for (Y/N). we didn’t get to go out tonight so I figured I could just make something here and then pop the question then instead,” Tom explained as he handed some of the bags off to Harry. He glanced down at Chowder, “What’s he still doing here?”

“We were cuddling,” Harry defended, bending down to scratch the Rotty behind his each, much to his enjoyment, “he’s so warm.”

“Uh huh,” Tom nodded, eyeing Harry as he walked into the kitchen and began unpacking the food and putting it away.

“Anyways, about the proposal, I was thinking—”

“Is this about the white horse? Because if it is, then I don’t wanna hear it, Harry. I already told you how impractical that is—’

“No, no,” Harry shook his head, “it’s not about that amazing, brilliant, fantastic idea I had,” he said, glaring at Tom as he put a box of pasta in the pantry, “it’s about (Y/N)’s schedule. I was looking through her folder, and mate, she’s got brand deals scheduled out for the next three years. I can’t even imagine what her actual calendar looks like. How’re gonna find time to plan a wedding?”

“I don’t know,” Tom shrugged, “I mean, she loves to work, I can’t blame her for that, it’s what makes her happy. It’s more about being committed to each other. Like showing her that I’m ready for the next step.”

“What if she isn’t ready?”

Tom paused what he was doing, which was unpacking the avocados and apples from their bags and restocking your fruit bowl. That was a question that Tom refused to think about. Of course, he knew there was a possibility that you’d say no. Of course, he knew that you had the power to completely shatter his soul. He just didn’t like to entertain those thoughts. He knew that if he got into his own head about it, it’d be impossible to come out. Harry didn’t realize how powerful of a punch that question truly packed.

“I don’t know,” Tom sighed, looking at his brother, “I haven’t thought about that, and honestly I don’t want to think about that.”

“But Tom, you have to at least consider—”

“No, I don’t,” Tom argued, “I love her and that’s that. There’s nothing more to it. I can’t even begin to think about a life without her. If something happens and in the end, we don’t end up together, then I’ll have to deal with that if that’s what happens, but there’s no point in hurting myself by thinking negatively about my future with her.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I’m just trying to look out for you. (Y/N)’s really great and you guys are lucky to have each other, but she loves her job. I just don’t want you to ever feel second to that in her life.”

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“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said once you approached the counter, “I spoke to someone on the phone about me being here—”

“Oh, yes, hello dear,” the woman looked up from her computer at you. She had kind eyes with smile lines and deepened as she took a look at you, “you’re here to sign some papers, right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Okay, well if you’ll just have a seat over there then and I’ll the social worker come by in a bit and bring them to you.” She motioned to the hard plastic chairs in the waiting area. You nodded and walked over, Emily following closely on your heels.

“No, sir,” Emily spoke on the phone as she took a seat, “unfortunately, we’ll have to end our partnership with your brand. Mhm, I understand why you’re upset, but (Y/N) isn’t going to endorse a brand that tests on animals—no, she won’t reconsider. It’s not about the money—well, let me tell you something, I snuck a vial of that shit you call face oil and I had a rash for a week, so I highly doubt you’re all natural.”

“Em,” you eyed her.

She cleared her throat, “anyways, that will be all. Thank you for calling.”

Your knees shook up and down as you waited impatiently for the social worker to come out. The sooner you got out of there the sooner you could get back to New York and get back to filming. Not to mention getting back to Tom and the dinner you two had planned. God, you wanted to have that dinner so bad. You hated canceling on him… again. Although technically this time it wasn’t work-related, you still felt horrible.

Being an actor himself, Tom understood when you got busy with filming or doing press—hell, half the time he was doing it as well—the difference between the two of you was the amount of time you set aside for yourselves and each other. If Tom wanted to take a day to spend with you, then he’d set the day aside. Whereas, if you wanted to spend the day with Tom, you’d have to see where you could pencil him in. You hated doing that to him, but part of you couldn’t help it. You had a job to do.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” An older lady in a grey pantsuit came into the room with a clipboard.

“Yes, that’s me,” you said, raising your hand slightly.

“Good, I’m Annie, I’ve been assigned to Octavia’s case,” the lady came over and set the clipboard down in your lap, “so just sign on the dotted line on these documents and we’ll send Octavia to the next available foster home.”

“Octavia?”

“Your niece,” she said with a nod, holding a pen out for you.

“Right,” you gave her a small smile and took the pen from her, “and um, where will she go then?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Annie shrugged, “if I’m being honest with you, Ms. (Y/L/N), the system is not the best place for children, I’m going to do my best to get her into a good home, but there’re no guarantees.”

“What do you mean?” you set the pen down, “The system is supposed to help kids find good homes so they can move on with their lives.”

“It is, you’re right,” Annie agreed, “but we can’t help every kid. We can only do our best.”

“I don’t understand,” you chuckled humorlessly, “you’re a social worker, yet you’re saying you’re not sure you can get my niece into a good home? There should be no question on if she gets into a good home,” you began to raise your voice, “they should all be good homes!”

“I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Annie raised her hands in defense, “I didn’t mean to offend you. If you could just sign the papers, I can assure you I’ll do my absolute best—”

“This isn’t some game,” you said seriously, a sharp edge to your tone, “this is my niece’s life. She already lost the only family she had, now you’re saying you can’t promise you can give her even a halfway decent one? It may just be your job, but it’s her whole life you’re organizing. Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Ma’am, you have to understand, the foster care system is flawed,” Annie explained, “a good life is not something I alone can guarantee your niece. I can do my best. I can check in on her, I can ask her how she’s doing, but I can’t magically put her with the best family out there or give her her old life back.”

You bite your lip and simply nodded, “Alight then,’ you said, looking over at Emily, who had just gotten off the phone.

“Just put the clipboard on the counter when you’re done—”

“No,” you handed her the clipboard and pen back, “no, I think I’ll just take Octavia with me. She’s much better off with someone who can actually promise a good home.”

“(Y/N),” Emily placed her hand on your arm.

“What? She’s my family, Em,” you said, “and Chet left her to me. I owe it to her.”

Emily sighed and let go of your arm, “Do you want me to call Tom?” she asked.

“No,” you shook your head, “I’ll call him in a bit.”

“Alright then,” Annie took the clipboard from your hands, “in that case, I have some other papers I’ll need you to fill out and some medical records and other documents I need to hand over. Then I have the address that you can go pick Octavia up from.”

“She’s not here?” you asked.

“No, she’s been staying with one of our facility members for the time being.”

“Let’s get this done then,” you grabbed your purse and followed Annie to the counter.

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“Tom, I’m so sorry,” you sniffled into the phone, “I don’t know what came over me. I just—this lady had no idea what she was doing, and I just couldn’t leave her to the system. I mean, kids get stuck in the system for years, so many of them stay there their whole lives. I don’t want that for her. She’s my family and I have to be there for her. I wasn’t there for her in the past and I have to be there now. W-We only have each other—”

“(Y/N),” Tom cut you off, “baby, I’m not mad. It’s okay, I understand. It’s been a rough day for you, and darling I’m so sorry you’re going through all of this. I’m going to help you. I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”

“This won’t be easy, Tom,” you said honestly, “a child is a lot of work. This is a huge commitment.”

“(Y/N), I love you,” Tom assured you, “I would never abandon you. I know this is sudden, but I’m actually really happy about this. I mean, this is going to be a big step for us, but I think we can do it. Besides, you’re right, she’s your family and she shouldn’t get lost in the system.”

“Thank you for understanding, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that, darling. Now, what time will you be back tomorrow?”

“Hopefully early, I still have to go on The Tonight Show tomorrow night. You’re able to come and watch right?” You asked.

“Mhm, yeah, I should be free. Is there anything you need me to do right now? Harry and I are just chilling at the house, so we’re free if you need anything.”

“Yeah actually,” you said, “if you don’t mind, could you maybe get a room set up? Just a bed and maybe some toys if can make a stop at target or something. I know it’s getting pretty late so you’d have to leave now. God, I’m so sorry to spring this all on you,” you rambled as you thought bout all of the things that needed to be done before you even had Octavia in your house.

“No, no, it’s no trouble at all, darling. Harry and I will be out the door in a minute. I already stopped by the grocery store and stocked up the kitchen so you don’t have to worry about that at all, love. And I’ll try to make it to the airport tomorrow to pick you up. If I can’t, I’ll just send Harry, okay?”

“That sounds perfect,” you sighed, “thank you so much, Tom. Honestly, I really appreciate you so much. I love you.”

The Uber was about to pull into the driveway of the address you’d given him so you said your goodbyes to Tom and got ready to meet the newest most important part of your life.

“Don’t worry,” Emily held your hand as you walked up to the door, “this will be good for you.”

“She doesn't even know who I am,” you frowned, “I don't know why I thought I could do this.”

“You can do this, (Y/N),” Emily assured you as she rang the doorbell.

The door was opened a few seconds later by a woman with bright red hair and a shining smile on her face.

“Hi,” you offered her a small smile, “I’m—”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she finished for you as she beamed and held her hand out, “I know, I’m a huge fan. I loved you in Midnight Murderer.”

“Oh,” you shook her hand, “thank you, it’s lovely to meet you. Um, I’m here for—”

“Octavia, your niece, right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Great, well come on in, you two. I’m Jenny, I work with Maine CPS.” she explained as she led you and Emily to the living room, “I usually don’t bring children in, but my husband insisted. He actually went to high school with you.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “he’ll be home in a bit. He’s just grabbing an ice cream. Can I get you two anything? Tea, water—I have a coffee cake on the table in the kitchen.”

“I’ll take a slice of that cake,” Emily smiled, looking up from her phone.

“A water would be lovely,” you nodded.

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

You looked around the house at the homely minimalistic decorating and the sweet little knick-knacks and pictures framed on every open shelf and counter. It made your heart ache to see such a lovely home.

Your mom kept a house like this, with pictures of you and your brother framed by the fireplace and on every end table. Your house used to smell like sweet watermelon in the summer and cinnamon in the fall, and in the winter she’d always use gingerbread wax melts to make the house smell like Christmas.

One time you went to London to visit Tom's family for the holidays, and it nearly brought you to tears to make gingerbread houses with them. It smelled just like home.

It hurt seeing this type of love in a home, knowing that Octavia wouldn't have that again when she went back to New York with you. You were always on the move, always moving around different cities. The townhouse in New York was beautiful, but it was only for when you and Tom stayed in the city. It hardly had any personalization or homeliness to it. Then there was your condo in Los Angles that you hadn’t even gotten a chance to furnish yet, and Tom's house in London, which was lovely and perfect for the two of you, but also housed his mates whenever they stayed in the city. All of this moving around didn't seem practical for such a young child. Then you began to think about school. How would you go about making sure she got a proper education? Would you have to hire a personal tutor that followed you everywhere? How would she make friends?

Your head was spinning by the time Jenny came back with your glass of water. You were so in your own head that you hardly noticed Jenny and Emily talking around you, discussing how many bags Octavia was bringing with her to New York.

You were finally pulled from your stupor when the door opened and a little girl with her hair pulled into pigtails and light-up sketchers came running in, chocolate all over her face in a sticky mess. She took one look at you and her eyes lit up with glee.

The wind was knocked from your lungs when you saw her. She was a spitting image of your mom. It’s almost as if giving her that namesake was planned from the start.

“H-Hi,” you smiled, “I’m—”

“Auntie (Y/N)!” she squealed running into your arms, nearly knocking the glass of water from your hands.

“Oh,” you set the water down on the coffee table and hesitantly wrapped your arms around her, “um, yeah, that’s me,” you said unsurely as you patted her head.

“Chet talked a lot about you to her,” the man in the doorway said, two pints of ice cream in his hands, “showed her all of the scrapbooks and everything. Even watched all of your movies.”

“Reggie,” your lips formed a thin line after seeing your brother's best friend, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Hell, I didn’t expect to see you either, Miss Hollywood,” he said, almost mockingly, “I heard you were going to sign your rights away.”

“I changed my mind,” you said simply, “Chet chose me to take care of her and I plan on doing just that.” You ran your fingers through Octavia’s hair as you looked down at her in awe.

Jenny could see the glares passed between you and Reggie, so she quickly took Octavia’s hand and led her away to her room, “Come on, why don’t we go make sure you have everything packed, okay?”

“Okay,” Octavia nodded, following obediently behind.

“I’m gonna go make a few calls,” Emily announced, taking her phone and her coffee cake into the kitchen, leaving you and Reggie to hash it out.

Reggie gave the pints to her to put into the freezer before thanking her and taking a seat on the chair next to the couch you were on.

“Chet never stopped hating himself for what he did, y’know?” he said after an awkward beat of silence.

“Reggie—”

“No, you gotta hear this,” he insisted, “he’d want you to. He never meant for what happened that night to happen. I mean, no one means for these things to happen, but shit (Y/N). You think Chet just lost his parents? He lost it all.”

“Well so did I,” you said sternly, “and it was his fault. I’m not taking in Octavia because I forgive him or any bullshit like that, because I’m still so fucking angry. I’m taking her in because she’s my family and we only have each other. I owe it to her.”

Reggie shook his head and chuckled humorlessly, “You’re a stubborn bitch, Hollywood. Y’know the only reason this little girl knows who you even are is because of Chet. He wouldn’t ever shut up about you. He always held out hope that you’d come home at some point, ‘specially when he was sick. He thought, any day now, I’m gonna see my little sis again.”

“Shut up,” you snapped as tears brimmed in your eyes, “I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve made peace with what happened, I’ve moved on. You don’t get to mess that up for me.”

“Whatever,” Reggie waved his hand in dismissal, “I’ve said what I needed to say.”

“Where’s her mom?” you changed the subject, looking down the hall where Octavia and Jenny walked off.

“You know ‘er,” Reggie said, “Tammy? You remember her, right?”

“Her?” you raised your eyebrows and scoffed, “Wow, and where’d she fuck off to?”

“Not sure,” Reggie shrugged, “last time we heard from her she was in Cancun.”

“She abandoned her daughter?”

“You sound surprised,” Reggie chuckled, “we both know Tammy isn’t cut out for motherhood. She left a few months after O was born. She left a note, took eight hundred bucks and a pack of Marlboros, and left town. We ain’t seen her since.”

“Have you tried reaching out since Chet…”

“Yeah, but after a week or so of that we thought it best to just follow Chet’s wishes and give you a call instead.”

“Hm,” you hummed with a nod.

“So, what's going on with you? New movie? Red carpets? All that jazz…”

“Filming in New York right now,” you said, taking a sip of your water, “but I have a lot of meetings coming up for new projects, and of course whenever I’m not filming I’m shooting press or making appearances. Oh,” you snapped your fingers, “and I’m recording a song,” you smiled proudly.

“A song? Wow, that’s some next-level shit.”

“Well, I mean, it’s a cover for a movie I’m in so it’s not like a wrote it or anything, but it’ll be cool to have my own version out there.”

“And what about that guy you’re with? Tim or Tom or something or other.”

“Tom,” you said, “and we don’t have to talk about him. You're not my bother, Reggie.”

“Well,” Reggie shrugged, “I’m the closest thing you got, and I told Chet I’d look out for ya.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said with a tight-lipped smile, “I look out for myself, and Octavia now.”

“Still,” Reggie slid his phone over to you, “just so we can keep in touch, and you should bring her around some time, I know you’re busy ‘n all but Jenny really loves having her around.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, “I’ll do my best.” You put your number into the phone and gave it back to Reggie, “Now don’t go selling that around. I have a lawyer that will beat the shit out of you if you leak that number,” you joked.

“I don’t doubt it,” Reggie smiled.

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Jenny and Reggie were nice enough to offer you and Emily their spare room. So at five in the morning, bright and early, you were both ready, bags all packed and loaded into Reggie’s van as he drove you to the airport.

“What’re doing?” Octavia leaned over in her booster seat to look at your phone.

“Texting my boyfriend,” you smiled at her, “do you wanna say hi?”

“Yes, please,” she beamed, making grabby hands for the phone.

“Okay, we can facetime him,” you said, hitting the facetime call and letting it ring.

You let Octavia hold the phone but made sure you were also in frame as you leaned closer to her.

“Hi, darl—oh, hello there,” Tom smiled once he saw Octavia, “what’s your name?”

“Octavia Marie (Y/L/N),” Octavia said proudly, “but my daddy calls me O.”

“That’s such a lovely name,” Tom complimented.

“Honey, where are you?” you asked, noticing the scene behind Tom didn’t look at all like New York City or your house.

“I’m on set,” he said, panning the camera around for you to see all the stage crew people in front of him working on the set and Harry who waved excitedly at the camera, “the set crew just finished building the cafe set, so Harry and I decided to pop in a take a peek and maybe run some lines.”

“It looks great,” you nodded.

“Is that a real place?” Octavia asked, pointing at the phone.

“No, O, it’s a set. It's where people film for movies.”

“Are we going to go there?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “when we get back to New York.”

“Speaking of,” Tom chimed in, “when will you be landing darling?”

“Around nine,” you said, “you’ll be filming by then, right?”

“Yeah, but I think Cherry will let me off for an hour or so to come get you. They have a lot of scenes to film with Margot and Brad still so I’ll see if she can work on those this morning and then you and I can film our scenes this afternoon.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “sounds good. Well, we’re about to be at the airport, so I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Tom cooed, blowing a kiss to the camera, “Bye O!” he waved.

“Bye!” Octavia waved quickly back before you ended the call. She looked up at you with a smile on her little face, “He’s pretty,” she said, nodding in approval.

“You think?” you smiled.

“Mhm, I like his nose.”

“So do I, kid.”

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After some tearful goodbyes—mostly on Reggie’s part—you, Emily, and Octavia were going through security and then through the gate and were seated comfortably on the plane.

“Don’t be a stranger ‘round here anymore,” Reggie said, pulling you in for a hug, much to your surprise, “you got more family here than you realize.”

The flight was relatively painless. You and Emily were up for the whole hour trying to figure out what to do about Octavia’s schooling. Emily suggested getting her a bunch of private tutors for different subjects. You thought the idea was fine, but you were worried about how socializing her would go. She needed to be able to meet kids her own age.

Octavia slept through the whole flight. She started off coloring in her coloring book, but almost ten minutes in she fell asleep and slept soundly the rest of the way.

“She looks just like you,” Emily said with a small smile.

“You think?”

“Mhm, and you should feel lucky, doesn’t seem like she got anything from Tammy.”

“I hope not,” you chuckled, running your hand over Octavia’s head.

The issue came after the flight landed, and Emily checked her phone. “Oh no,” she sighed, “Tom’s here but some fans saw him and now he has a whole hoard of people waiting for you.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, picking Octavia up and holding her close to you, “seriously?”

“I can ask him to lead them away or we can try going out a different exit—”

“I feel like everyone’s gonna be expecting me now,” you sighed, “let’s just get our bags quick and get out the door.”

“Are we in New York now?” Octavia looked up from your chest sleepily. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

“Mhm,” you looked down at her as you and Emily began to exit the plane, “do you wanna walk?”

She nodded and began to squirm in your arms. You set her down and held her hand as the three of you walked to baggage claim.

“Now, Octavia,” you stopped before you and Emily went past security to where you'd be meeting Tom. You got down to her level and looked at her sternly, “There are going to be a lot of people out there and some will be yelling and flashing bright lights in your face, so I want you to hold onto my hand and not let go, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, squeezing your hand tightly.

“I’m serious,” you said, “you can’t let go for any reason at all, and if it gets too scary just tug on my hand and I’ll pick you up.”

She nodded and bounced on her feet, her backpack flopping behind her.

“Okay, all set?” Emily said, rolling Octavia’s suitcase along with her.

The three of you got through security and the minute you got into the next room you could hear the chatting and excitement of all the fans that had gathered around Tom. He waved at you from where he was, taking a few pictures with some people, but soon it was all clouded over by the sea of people that got in the way of your path to him.

“Hi,” you waved at everyone and smiled politely as you tried to push through.

“(Y/N), can I get a picture please?”

“(Y/N), I love you! I’m your biggest fan!”

“Thank you,” you nodded, smiling the best you could, keeping your grip tight on Octavia’s hand. Before you knew it though, fans started getting pushed aside by the paparazzi, and then the lights of their cameras began flashing and the yelling started.

“(Y/N), over here! Look this way!”

“(Y/N), smile for the camera!”

“Who’s that with you, (Y/N)?”

You covered your eyes to keep the blinding flash away as you tried to rush past them all, but some wouldn't take no for an answer.

Octavia tugged on your arm, but soon you felt her grip slip away as she used both hands to cover her ears.

“Octavia!” you turned around, reaching for her again.

“It’s loud!” she cried, scrunching her face up.

Thankfully, Tom was by your side in an instant after seeing the panic on your face. He scooped Octavia up in one arm and wrapped the other one around you, shielding you from the paparazzi as you finally got out of the airport.

“O?” you turned to Tom the minute you were out in the clear. Octavia had her face in her hands and her eye’s shut tightly, “come here honey,” you cooed, opening your arms for her. Tom gave her to you. You immediately held her close to your chest as the four of you walked to the car, where Harry was waiting.

“That was scary,” Octavia said quietly, peeking out from behind her hands.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “it was. I’m sorry, kiddo.” You looked over at Tom and gave him an appreciative smile, “Thanks for coming to our rescue back there.”

“Of course,” Tom smiled, “anything for my girls.”

Harry was waiting outside of the car, texting on his phone when you all met up with him. “Hey,” he looked up, “I finally got the booster in,” he pointed his thumb to the back seat and smile proudly.

“Okay, good,” you nodded, taking Octavia over to the side with the seat and getting her strapped in.

“Where’re we going?” She asked.

“You and Emily are going to go back to my house to look at your new room and get all of your bags unpacked, and then she’ll take you shopping for some new toys, how does that sound?”

Octavia beamed up at you and nodded her head, “really fun! But what about you?”

“I have to go to work, kid,” you explained, “but I’ll see you later, okay?”

Tom smiled softly at how sweet you were with her. Even though you had only just met her, you treated her as if she were your own. You made sure she was safe and he could tell just from what happened in the airport that you even saw her as your own.

“Hey O,” Tom pulled something from his bag in the front seat, “I think I have something here you might like…”

“Really?” Octavia tilted her head forward to try and catch a peek.

“Mhm,” Tom nodded, holding up a stuffed bear with pink hearts on its ears and a cute purple nose.

“For me?” Octavia asked, reaching out for the toy.

“Yup,” Tom smiled, “all for you, kiddo. I heard you did really well on the plane.”

“That’s right,” you nodded, “she was so brave, even during take-off. Now, what do you say to Tom?”

“Thank you!” Octavia hugged the bear close to her chest and rubbed her face into its soft fur.

You finished strapping her in before getting in the seat next to her. Tom squeezed in next to you and held your hand in his the second the car started moving. You rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.

“You okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, just tired. Do you think Harry can handle a few calls for me today? Until I get a nanny I’m going to need Emily watching O.”

“Yeah, I’ll see if he can help you out.”

“I think I’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit,” you mumbled, knowing the ride from JFK to your house to take at least an hour, especially with traffic.

“Okay,” Tom hummed, rubbing soothing circles over the top of your hand. Octavia was sucking on the ear of her new bear and looking out the window at all of the building while Harry and Emily were up front, working out scheduling for you and Tom and talking about nonsensical things. Your other hand was resting gently on Octavia’s car seat arm, in a protective, comforting manner.

Tom felt a warmth in his chest looking at the scene in front of him. This was his new life and he couldn’t be happier.

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A/N: chapter one done! what do you guys think? any predictions? it’s a little early for that but i love hearing your thoughts :)

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maknae-on-ice · 2 years

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The stray kids puppy interview😭😭 pls I’m crying

#it’s so adorable #the whole video is just baby talk alska #them saying their favorite puppy interview was the one with tom hollland pls I died #when worlds collide

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sparklingsin · 1 year

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be my valentine? since valentine's day is coming up and i am once again without a valentine, i wanted to take y'all out on a date! and also because i wanna get back into writing hehe

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stranger things // harry potter // MCU

steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson // harry potter, ron weasley // peter parker, steve rogers // tom hollland

*celebration ends 25th february.

tagging some moots:

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years

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The Bet

A Harry Hollland mini series

Pairing: Frat!Harry X reader

Synopsis:

Harry can be a cocky asshole, everyone knows that. So what happens when Tom bets him he can't make someone of his choosing fall in love with him?

Obviously Harry is not one to back down from a challenge, that is... Until he meets you.

Damaged from a past relationship and not looking for anything, you agree to be Harry's friend, but things quickly start to spiral until they are out of control.

it was simple. Make you fall in love with him. What harry didn't expect was everything else.

And what he definitely didn't expect was how hard the fallout would be.

Getting you to fall in love with him? That was the hard part.

Falling in love with you? That was the easy part.

Cleaning up the aftermath? That was the worst part.

Getting his happy ending? That was the best part.

Masterlist

Taglist

Part 1 (6.2k) the game begins

Part 2 (3.9k) when players fall

Part 3 (3.3k) the beat down

Part 4 (4.1k) let the peices fall where they may.

Part 5 (2.9k) hook, line, and sinker

Part 6 (TBD)

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tom said in one of the nwh press interviews that he got quite chunky (bulky) during FFH filming and he doesn’t think he’ll do it again

anyway i always thought this was strange because i thought he was probably at his biggest during NWH having come off the back of filming uncharted. either way, i think he looks great in all three movies and i adore him as a person but you’re correct in that he’s physically not really comic peter parker. but i do really like him so i can look past body type

when i read fanfics, i probably picture a blend of tom hollland and john bubniak .. basically a pretty but non descript cute brown haired white guy

Gotta give it up for Tom in this regard. He really is just Some Guy.

That’s a peak Peter Parker trait imo.

#seek speaks #he is not unattractive #especially if you look at him certain photo shoots #but he’s also looked so YOUNG for so many years

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spidermaninlove · 3 years

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Z liked and commented.

#tom hollland #zendaya #tomdaya #dune

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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.

@spydeysense

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tomdayaworld · 2 years

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https://twitter.com/zendaya_updated/status/1488435996278804483?s=21

Zendaya on the set of Euphoria with Alumière Glass who portrays the younger version of Rue!

(Z picked out Alumière herself for the role! 🥺)

#zendaya #zendaya coleman #euphoria #tom hollland #tomdaya tea #like #tomdaya 2.0

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miryel89 · 3 years

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Walter Beckett

#walter beckett #spies in disguise #tom hollland #will smith #lance sterling #myart #digit #digitalart #bluesky

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lueurdelune · 4 years

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Okay I’ve noticed something in the Tom Holland fandom for awhile now and I’m finally gonna voice my opinion.

How are you all so comfortable receiving “Peter” or “Tom” or “Spidey” anons and flirting with them/entertaining their fantasy? Like a lot of you that receive these anons are older teenagers or in your 20s and I’m sorry but I can’t imagine anybody older than 15 sending those messages . . .

Like do you guys realize you’re all 16-20+ probably flirting with 15 year olds and younger who are role playing as grown men? Like am I insane for finding this creepy?

Also another thing that’s weird to me is if you’re a minor writing smut find a way to disclose that because I know a lot of adults that find it creepy to read smut by minors.

Also if you’re an adult don’t send “smutty” asks to minors! If you aren’t aware of their age just don’t send anything.

Also if you’re a minor don’t send “smutty” asks to adults again that’s really uncomfortable.

This fandom needs boundaries. I’ve been here since 2017 and I’ve only seen this fandom get more and more careless.

#tom hollland #tomholland #spiderman homecoming #tom holland x reader #spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #spiderman far from home

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bradtomlovesya · 2 years

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Choices | Series Masterlist

Peter Parker x reader series

Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18

Author's note: This happens after 'No way home' so it can be considered as spoiler if you haven't watched the movie.

CHAPTERS:

One - It Has Always Been Her

Two - Tick Tock

Three - Take Me Back To The Day We Met

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

Peter Parker Tags:

@raajali3 @fangirling-galore @powerpuffluuvv @itszulli @hallecarey1 @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @vixparker

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tetralea · 3 years

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can you do a blurb for tom x harrison where tom sucks haz off during a family meeting

Hey Annon, thank you for your request. I made it a bit longer than a blurb haha, and a bit more juice too.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warning: blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rimming

A/N: No, I didn’t edit this.

It has been a real torture since they arrived at Tom’s parent’s house. They have slept in and had been a hurry ever since, their usual Saturday morning activities skipped but not forgotten.

Tom have seen how restless Harrison was and how he ever so slightly adjusted his cashmere, cream coloured pullover to pool at his lap more than it usually would. He also felt the intense gaze on his face, whenever he spoke, and he just hoped that no one else felt the growing tension in the air.

The truth was that he and Harrison, according to Harry ‘fucking finally’ got into a relationship but it only happened a few weeks ago and their families didn’t know it yet. So holding hand at the table or after lunch, stealing small kisses while doing the dishes was off limits if they wanted to keep it as a secret just a little more.

However, with Harrison’s current state it seemed almost impossible. Tom heard his dragged out sighs, he saw the tension on his jaw and knew all too well what those longing, almost lustful stolen gazes meant. He felt sorry for his boyfriend, because sleeping in was king of his fault and it didn’t allow time not even for a half-satisfying quickie before leaving their house.

He had to do something.

Even his best idea seemed horrible, but when Harrison pulled the creamy cashmere over his head, Tom changed his mind. He leant over and just like it was his natural clumsy self he spilled his drink onto Harrison’s shirt and jeans.

In the chaos following his act it was easy to pull his boyfriend up from the couch offering his help with many apologies and dragging him into the laundry room.

‘You are unbelievable.’ Harrison murmured against the thin lips amused at the second Tom closed the door behind them.

‘Could watch you suffer anymore.’ Tom’s hands did a quick job undressing Haz, it was all very familiar territory, while his lips were moving together whit the blonde one’s.

After leaving Haz in nothing more than his boxers and socks, Tom opened the washing machine and throw the clothes in, his hands slightly shaking, as the blonde was kissing and sucking on his neck and ears. When everything was set he quickly turned around and let the hungry lips pressing to his and consume his better judgement in a second. Kissing Harrison was intoxicating and he could have done it all day, but they needed to hurry to finish before the clothes were ready and dry.

Tom pressed Harrison to the wall, guiding him all the way, his hands roaming on the pale skin, feeling as much as he could reach. When they reached the flat surface, Tom was quickly on his knees, eager and easy for Haz as always.

There were no building up, no tentative kisses, no soaking the thin material of the boxer while teasing Haz through it. Tom pushed it down enough that it was comfortable for the both of them and took the thick base between his fingers.

‘Please be quiet.’ He pleaded and sticked his tongue out licking a wet strip on the hot shaft. The sound Harrison made was heavenly, a mix of his hushed answer and his surprise to the intense contact.

Tom didn’t waste any time, he closed his eyes and opening his pink lips started to suck Harrison with shallow, gentle movements. The blonde tried to breathe evenly, to force himself to be even more quiet then he usually is, but it was hard when Tom was so determined to make him feel good.

The wet, pink tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, when he felt the touch of cautious fingers on his tight balls. They weren’t really grabbing or holding them, it was more like a very sensual drag of nails, just petting them ever so slightly, until they become even more tight drawing impossibly close to his body. And Tom, oh he knew this too well by now. Now he gently tugged them, taking them into the palm of his hand fondling a slightly pulling them while his mouth eagerly moved up and down on the hard, leaking cock.

Harrison’s breathing was uneven, his hands sinking into the dark brown curls, his hips instinctively bucking into the heat of Tom’s mouth, he was so close now. Tom peered up to his lover for a second before his dark lashes fluttered and with a big breath out he let Harrison’s big cock slide into his throat, pressing his nose to the soft pubic hair. He started to suck and pull back at the same time, his tongue stroking the sensitive tip at the end.

‘Tom.’ Harrison’s lips fall open with a muffled moan as he felt himself falling over the edge. The brunette, took a deep breath and pulled on the tight balls just a little while sucking hard on Harrison’s cock, making his orgasm even more intense. The blonde couldn’t help it, his own palm covered his mouth as he reached his climax to keep himself quiet, while his body was shaking, cock emptying into Tom’s keen mouth with hot, heavy spurts.

It took him a few seconds to come back to his mind, to realise that he could let his own mouth go and that he was still shaking a bit from the aftershock of the intense orgasm he just had.

With quick pants, he slid down to the ground, pulling tom into a soft, satisfied embrace. ‘Thanks, love, it was, oh, my god.’ He giggled into the cork of Tom’s neck, making the brunette shudder a little.

Harrison opened one eye, peaking to the washing machine which was now drying his clothes. ‘We still have a few minutes, if you want it.’ His whisper barely broke through the loud noise of the machine but it was enough for Tom to hear it.

‘Four minutes?’ He asked in disbelief. ‘I’m not sure I can finish.’ He smiled and leant in for a soft kiss.

‘Good thing, I know exactly how to make you finish in that time.’ Harrison grinned, prompting Tom to stand up. His kiss was still a bit slow but filled with fire and determination. He undressed Tom hips down and quickly turned him around, bending him over the loud machine.

The brunette had no time for questions and Harrison’s plan was all clear when he lifted Tom’s leg onto the machine, leaving him all exposed. ‘Now, love, I think you’ll need this to keep quiet. Open up!’ Tom did as he told, opening his tired jaw and letting Harrison to push part of his boxers into his mouth, using it as a gag. He knew what was coming and fuck he couldn’t wait.

Harrison returned behind him and kneeled down to the ground. ‘Look at you, leaking for me already.’ He whispered onto the sift flesh of Tom’s inner thigh, before spreading his ass cheeks even more and starting to kiss around his waiting hole. He felt Tom jerk when his tongue finally found that spot Tom wanted him the most and he started to eat him out immediately. Usually, he would have took his time, but not here and now. He couldn’t suppress a smile when he heard Tom’s desperate moans, perfectly muted by the impromptu gag. He liked his boy loud, but this was not the place for it.

Tom’s tight hole loosened up more and more, letting Haz push the tip of his tongue in, making Tom’s body shake, his nails dragging over the surface of the washing machine. While his skilled tongue was moving in and out of Tom’s body, his right hand circled the petite hips, finding Tom’s neglected cock. It was leaking and wet for him. He swept the arousal around the red tip before starting to move his hands in sync with his tongue. He was circling and lapping at the tight ring of muscles again, determined to make Tom cum in seconds. He moved his hand with expert skill, his palm gliding though Tom’s cock head with every thug, making the brunette completely lose it. His whole body was shaking, toes curling, his head hanging low between his shoulders, teeth digging into Harrison’s boxers, soaking it with saliva while he moaned and groaned to the double sensation.

His orgasm hit him like a train, it was sudden and shook his body all at once. His hips desperately fucking into the tight fist, his cum dripping down on the pale hands, making a bigger and bigger mess with every thrust.

When his body finally relaxed, he almost collapsed onto the white, metallic surface, his abs still clenching as Harrison gave a few gentle laps to his loose hole.

His hands reached for the gag, pulling it from his mouth. ‘Shit, shit, Jesus, babe.’ He murmured with eyes closed and let out a relaxed sigh when Harrison helped his leg down to the ground and leant down, covering Tom’s body with his, peppering the pale shoulders with loving kisses.

‘See, we still have thirty-two seconds.’ He laughed and let go of Tom, letting him stand up and fall into his strong arms with a small laugh and a tired kiss.

‘Good, because I think I made a mess.’

Tags: @ruinerofcheese, @hazmyheart, @greenorangevioletgrass, @hollandfangirl, @tomhollandd, @tomhollandspideys, @tommysparker

#tom hollland #harrison osterfield #Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield #tomison #Tom x Haz #hollerfield #taz #Tom holland smut #Harrison Osterfield smut #Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield smut

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