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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Pink Chains

Pt 8. Ending

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment.

Nsfw. Virgin reader. Vanilla

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You were sitting on Kyos lap facing him holding his cheeks kissing him all over his face. Kyo had his hands on your rear trying his best not to tug at your panties and just kiss you . He was still thinking about what happened earlier , and you could tell. His kissing was getting sloppy .

You pulled away to sit on his fingers and lap giving him a shy pouty look. “Kyo…”

“Im sorry sweetie.. its just.”

You kissed him on the lips. “Just nothing. Wanna feel good… wanna feel good with Kyo..”

He sighed kissing you back giving you the ‘ok’. You could feel his fingers along your slit travelign up and down lightly in slow strokes. He chuckled at the little whimpers you made no matter how hard you tried to hide them from him.

“Can i have my hand back sweetie?”

“No..”

He smiled, kissing you again and again while his fingers worked on getting you wet for him. You leaned into him sighing lightly at the feeling, holding his sleeve, kissing it and rubbing against his fingers whining every time they slipped over your clit. Kyo kissed at your neck pulling you closer to him.

“Sweetie.. Lift up for a second”

You held him tight moving up so he could help you out of your panties and sit you on his lap again. You just had his old jersey on now but he quickly got rid of that too, tossing it with the other garments.

“K-kyo.”

“My pretty girl” he pulled you to him, slipping another hand under you again to slip a finger in you just to be stopped short. “Sweetie? Are you a virgin?”

“Yes i uhm..i still want to , just be gentle please..”

Kyotani did not know how to process this for a minute, every girl who threw themselves at him was always some slut. He's never been asked to take it slow before. “Okay sweetie, if at any point you wanna stop, tell me.” he kissed you and slipped another finger in you. The rings hit your flesh creating goosebumps.

You squeezed him tight getting used to the new feeling, eventually he got you to slowly grind against his fingers and helped you reach your first orgasm helping you through it. You pawed at his lap watching his erection get bigger each time.

“ i think.. Im ready”

“Your sure?” he asked , removing his fingers from you to see your juices dripping off of them. He bit his lip and before he could say anything you were taking his erection out and rubbing it.

“Swee!!..-”

You leaned into him giving him big eyes. “Im sure Kyo..”

He kissed you as he gripped your rear lifting you up. “Okay sweetie. Tell me if you want to stop okay?”

“I will Kyo..”

Kyotnai had nails dug into his sleeves while he lowered you down on him. He was hurting you , he stopped a couple times to ask if you were okay and you always nodded between shaking breaths assuring him you were fine and to keep going. It took him a few minutes to sit you back down on his lap. You cried when he broke through. Biting his shoulder drawing blood. He held your body close coaching you through it just like he did for the tattoo. It helped.. It really really helped.

It started out with you on his lap and ended with you on his bed and Kyo on top of you finishing on your stomach. He squeezed you panting hard trying not to put his weight on you too much. You giggled kissing his head and he laughed too. He never wanted to leave you, not ever.

Kyo helped you clean up and asked if he could get you anything to help make you more comfortable. You jokingly asked for a stuffed animal expecting him to not have one but he did in fact have one. A old wolf plush and a Sendai Frogs plush he pulled outta his closet. Kyotani helped you get dressed in his boxers and one of his shirts before putting you to bed. He kissed your head watching you drift off.

“Night sweetie”

“Night kyo..”

Kyotani left to get dressed and to throw your clothes in the wash. He sat on the dryer just listening to the washer for a minute. So much has happened over a few days for him. Multiple times he thought he was going to lose you , he still had no idea how you stayed with him. He was grateful to have you, grateful Yahaba made up with him, grateful his business was working and was hopeful for the future. He returned to you soon after the clothes finished to place them next to the bed, he got in behind you wrapping his arms around you trying to fall asleep. He was not looking forward to the morning,

You woke up first because of your alarm and the sound of excited dogs. Your body was sore but you did not mind too much. Kyo squeezed you in his sleep and you giggled kissing his arm all over.

“Kyooo…gotta get up..”

“Skip sweetie..” he nuzzled his face into your neck sighing heavy

“I gotta.. Draw my entry for the Gallery though, and what will i do if i skip?”

“Hang out at my job with me of course. “ he teased nipping your neck.

You sighed turning over and kissed his chest.

“What gallery?”

“My school is participating in this gallery at the local art building in town. My teacher asked if i would join in, im hoping.. I get picked up.”

“Picked up?” he asked you, moving your hair from your face.

“I want to graduate with a job already lined up, im hoping someone will like my designs enough to want to partner with me to sell them on clothes.” you nuzzled into his chest. “But im nervous too cuz.. Business people just see money”

“Where is this gallery again Sweetie?”

“Up the street from Mattsuns shop” you rubbed your eyes and Kyo got a grin on his face.

“Can i come?”

“Of course!” you hugged him tight and he kissed your head.

“Dress code?”

“I think so but.. I dont think its mandatory”

Ho ho ho…

Your phone buzzed again and you whined loud. “Kyoooo let em up…”

He just laid down on top of you . “five more minutes”

You played with the dogs for a bit petting each one and giving them kisses on the nose, you even shared your breakfast with them when Iwaizumi was not looking. Kyo had washed your clothes but you wanted to wear his, the pants were too long so you made them into shorts and picked out a random band tee you tied under your chest and found your shoes in the living room. God you were so cute in hi clothes what the fuck.

He couldn't stay long though. Kyotani was greeted with several texts and calls from Yahaba ordering him to get to his place immediately. He gave you a kiss and promised he would be at the show for you and left. Iwaizumi brought you to school and he left for work to see Oikawa had opened with no problems.

Kyotani made it too Yahabas house to be greeted by him in the door, arms folded and foot tapping. Kyotani rolled his eyes, noticing the extra car parked out front. Bokuto was already here. He walked into the house past Yahaba to see Bokuoto sitting at the table trying not to look at Kyotani. He sat down across from him and Yahaba met in the middle between them.

“So explain… what happened.” he said, rubbing the irritation in his face.

“Well., i was out getting somethings and i saw Mad Dog, and i just i dont know. Got upset, all i could think about what the Tourney and the accident.” Bokuto rubbed his eyes and ran hid hands through his hair. “I hit him first Yahaba”

“And you?” Yahaba looked over to Kyo.

“I hit him back” he took in a deep breath sitting back in the chair to rub his sleeve.

Yahaba rubbed between his eyes. “At least no one saw it…”

“y/n was with me”

“.....what?”

“Its true…” Bokuto added

“SO YOU JUST FOUGHT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“I almost punched her Yahab jesus christ, i still feel awful about it”

“She stayed with you?”

“Yes, she did, i dont know how but can we please fix this . i need to go to work and catch y/n’s art show”

“Is she okay Kyotani”

“She is now.” he looked away rubbIng his head. “I fucking hate myself.”

“Kyotani…” Bokuto said. “Im sorry, i let my emotions get the better of me and i should have more control than that. Akaashi gave me one hell of a lecture when i got home. I don't want to fight again.”

“I dont either”

Yahaba was still hung up on you putting yourself between these two and coming out without a scratch. Fuck you really were special.

“So can we agree to move on.” he finally asked them.

“Yes”

“Mhm”

“Good. shake hands and get out of my house.”

The two got up shaking hands and they both felt a wave of relief wash over them. Finally.

Back at the college everyone was eyeing your outfit but you did not give one fuck. Yuki and Kii paid you no mind and you spent most of the day in the art room with a towel of crumbled up sketches in a trash bag neck to you. Why was this so hard? You signed in to your arm looking at the empty canvas, lightly tracing over your red panda tattoo.

“Mmm……”You traced some more getting an idea. It was different, new, and stood out. Two opposites.

At The Dog House Kyotani had finally gotten there to see Oikawa running the front and Iwaizumi putting clothes out. He told them everything was fine now and about the gallery show you were in. both men were excited to go and Kyo even texted Mattsun about it.

“Are you gonna wear a suit for once ?” Kawa asked Kyo

“Uhm no, no im not.”

“Why not!!!”

“Because i want to stand out when i tell y/n i want her to partner with me at the shop”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa both got very big smiles and Kyo rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but smile too . he was so ready for tonight, to see your face and your reaction. He was going to tell you he loved you too.

It was time for the Gallery and you were already inside setting up your space. You had to change clothes and put on a black dress with boots. Kyotanis clothes neatly tucked away in your bag. You were so happy with the finished sketch you loved it so much, you hoped Kyo did too , you also hoped someone would want to buy it ..

People were starting to come in and you quickly set everything up when your teacher came over.

“y/n, its going to be lovely, this is such a fancy high established place i have no doubt someone will want to pick you up”

“Thank you.. Heh.. i hope soo….”

Things were going good. People loved your piece and you got compliments on it, not many people understood its meaning or how you came to the conclusion to draw these two things together but you loved it. No one made offers though, unfortunately. You just wanted to see Kyo .. where was he?

“You look ridiculous Kawa” Mattsun said.

“The invite said SUITS!” he yelled at them as he parked his car.

“It also said not mandatory” Iwaizumi said getting out with his friends

Kyo got out stretching giving all these fancy people a smirk as they passed, hands on their chest gasping at the sight of him and his friends.

Everyone had regular clothes on, Oikawa was in a suit.

Kyotani was in ripped jeans, black boots and his shops shirt.

Oikawa was in a fancy black suit.

Mattsun was in skater clothes showing off his many tattoos

Iwaizumi was in jeans and a punk rock shirt.

“Ready ?” he asked his friends as he cracked his knuckles.

Everyone said yes and Kyotani could not wait to get inside this fancy place.

You were sitting by your art staring at all the people, everyone had stopped coming over to ask about it. No one was interested. You wanted to leave but you were required to stay till the night was done. You sighed checking your phone when you heard a very loud gasp.

“Oh my god…”

“You must have the wrong place…”

“This place is not for you lot”

“Ouch, im just here to see my girlfriend”

You got the biggest smile jumping out of your seat. “Kyoooo!!!”

People looked back and you waved. Kyotani pushed his way through and Oikawa apologized awkwardly to everyone as him and his friends past through. Kyo picked you up hugging you tight kissing your chest and setting you back down.

“Hows my happy girl”

“Super good now!” you squeezed him and said hello to everyone.

Mattsun checked on his tattoo on you and Iwai and Kawa said hello.

“Sweetie anybody pick you up yet?”

“No.. i .. i dont think people like it”

“Where is it ?”

You took his hand taking him and his friends back over to your space. His heart thumped when he saw it. Holy fuck. It was a very large drawing of a wolf and a happy red panda. The wolf was standing and looking straight on and the red panda was between its front legs with its front paws up looking very happy.

You leaned on Kyo hugging his sleeve waiting for him to say something. Mattsun knew instantly you were inspired by his style, he even saw his name next to yours for credits/ inspiration. Oikawa was speechless for once in his life and Iwaizumi was watching his friend with a big smile. Good for you Mad Dog.

“Sweetie…. “

“Do you like it ? its … it us heh.”

“I fuckin love it”

“Really?!”

“Sweetie” he picked you up again and kissed your lips not caring who was staring. “ i love you y/n. I want you to partner with me in my shop. I want to spend my life with you.”

“KYO!!!” you wiggled in his grip till he put you down. You whined grabbing his face to kiss him all over. “ i love you too!! Yes yes!!!”

“And ill buy this art y/n” Mattsun told you.

You looked over and he smiled taking out his checkbook. “Thank you for putting my name on it, im touched.”

Everything was working out for you, nothing could be better.

The years went on, you agreed to move in with Kyo after you finished up school and used Mattsuns money to start up your designs with Kyo in his shop. He put your name on the brand making it yours as well. You made cute hoodies with ears and dresses along with cute animal bags. Kyotani still made his punk clothes and he still had his friends working with him. Mattsun had your art up in his shop and Bokuto visited regularly to ask how you were and so did Yahaba. Everything was perfect. Well. almost perfect.

Kyo was at his register going over inventory. It was after hours and no one was there but him and you. You skipped over sitting on the register giggling.

“Im almost done sweetie”

“It will only take a second!!!!”

He sighed looking up to see you holding a sketch book with three tiny garments on them, two looked to be boys clothes and the last one a girl.

“So you wanna sell kids clothes?” he asked, taking the book and standing up looking it over.

“Well … i was hoping we could use them for our kids”

“Sweetie we dont ha-........................................” he dropped the sketchbook looking at you,

You giggled, rubbing your stomach. “We do now!!!!”

Stick around for the sequel!!!

Thank you for enjoying this story with me ❤️ i love this fic the very most it has a special place in my heart. Thank you for reading .

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pietropatrol · 4 years

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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups.

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled."

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him.

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit."

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew."

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked.

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath.

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman."

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?"

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool."

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight.

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve.

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars."

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there."

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew.

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!"

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro.

"I'll explain later."

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?"

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight.

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?"

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead."

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--"

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--"

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame."

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground.

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off.

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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Even more facts about 🐾 anon:

- Idk why but positive words hurt me the most, like when someone says I’m their favorite person in the world only to not mean what they said actually makes me cry a little, but what makes me the most sad is knowing when someone is there for me that I can tell everything in the world too. Just them hugging me makes me feel that.

- I got into anime bc one of my past fav youtubers was into it and so I watched it. I basically started w the YouTube starter pack but actually started w magical girl animes (like Tokyo mew mew (the one she watched) and glitter force) then I drifted to miss kobayashi’s dragon maid to shonen animes

- No thoughts, head empty

- My music taste is probably the average anime tiktoker, like I listen to everything but reverbed and slowed Or in Lo-fi like, Lemon Boy and Me and My Husband but my favorite song to listen to in reverb is Daisy

- I kin music, like it might be weird idc but I do like the beats that are happy but also unsettling? I kin those. Like Not Allowed by tv girl? The part that goes “ALL BY YOURSELF, SITTING ALONE. I HOPE WE’RE STILL FRIENDS YEAH I HOPE YOU DONT MIND” and just loops is the best part to me. “Kaiwa ga tsuzukanai na? Naze da dou shite da? Aho ka?” From to prob the rest of the song of Pretty cvnt by sewerslvt idk I haven’t listened to the full song lmao but the actual meaning of the lyrics don’t matter tho so just know I probably don’t rlly care to look up w that means so it doesn’t ruin it for me ;-;

- I’m a extrovert (:OOO OMG THOSE EXIST) yeah I exist 😩 it’s real easy for me to walk up to someone and start talking since I’m really open about myself and don’t bother to hide things... (except the stuff like y’know... reading fanfics cuz no sane person is gonna go to a random person like “I LIKE READING FANFICTION!” Like I’d probably scared of u now if I was a normie.

- I don’t like being told I’m wrong if I know for a fact I’m right. Like if I say the sky is green and you say the sky is blue I’ll be perfectly fine with that but if you question my intelligence in levels other than that like for a fact from an anime I really like and call me out for being dumb bc I said one thing wrong for example I say “kuroos fav food is grilled salted-mackerel pike” or “itadori’s type are girls like jennifer Lawrence and I find that funny” and you say “no thats stupid” I’m going to call you and scream at you or fight you on sight next time I see you there are no other options. Jk I’ll only threaten you w those and never do it bc I prob love u too much and just give you facts from a easy google search

- Bruh people need to love themselves more like how will you ever love other people if you don’t know how to love yourself? You should always love yourself first before learning to love others because why would you wanna spend your life hating yourself? You’re gonna be with yourself for the rest of your life, even when you’re dead when you really think about it.

- My sleep schedule is chaotic

- I view myself as a good person, but on a chart of chaotic good to lawful evil, I’m probably the most neutral person you’ll ever meet. And I’m genuinely like that. I abide by my own laws. The government doesn’t tell me what’s wrong but neither am I truly against it. I don’t do things like steal but I’ll run in the halls to get to where I need to go or be on my phone during class (most likely with permission because I’m always reading on my phone) that’s why I’m my hero academia and shows the have good and evil bro wtf? Imma be in the middle. I truly think myself as someone you can trust to keep a secret and help when needed but I won’t spy for you on the other group and rat you out. First person that asks I’ll prob help if it’s not hurting someone (most likely bc I’m prob naive and the way you word something like let’s say you asked me to go to a bank to make a deposit or something and now all a sudden come out with money bags like HUHHHHHHHHH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A DEPOSIT NOT MAKING AN ILLEGAL WITHDRAWERY WITH ALL THEIR MONEYYYY? (Like my friends and I literally joke about this.) Now all a sudden I’m a getaway driver cause god knows I can’t trust the police with my life😩😩 tfw someone makes you rob a back w/o you knowing✊😔)

- Ayo idc what you do with your life I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, like people trying to peer pressure me into idk let’s say smoking, LIKE BRO I HAVE ASTHMA, IDC HOW GOOD IT MAKE YOU FEEL, ILL LITERALLY DIE IF I DO THAT WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO TRICK ME INTO IT

- I’ve tasted alcohol (REALLY IT WAS ON ACCIDENT I WAS AT CHURCH AND ACCIDENTALLY CHOSE THE WINE INSTEAD OF GRAPE JUICE) before and I will now say I’ll never drink it because that’s the nastiest drink I’ve ever drunken in life

- One of my favorite songs are Love Taste by Moe Shop

- My favorite Pokémon game is prob ultra sun and moon

- don’t ask why I decided to watch every Pokémon movie and play every Pokémon game from X and Y and up (I found a friend that has platinum and am playing it but it’s also the first time ive really lost a Pokémon battle and idk that just started something like how dare you win over ME? THE MAIN CHARACTER? YOU NPC, I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO E N D YOU RIGHT NOW)

- first things first, u seem such like a fun person to be around!

- i get that, kind words definitely hits :’ you’re very lucky to have people like that in your life, and that person is very very lucky to have you in their life!

- ohhh okay okay i’m assuming you fell into the anime hole too :D

- me too, me too. no thoughts, just staying in bed with suna by ur side

- ur music taste!! ✨

- i’m listening to “not allowed” right now and now i feel like skateboarding...you’re right, it’s very happy but also unsettling :)

- an extrovert, okay okayy while i don’t understand extroverts, i’m very thankful for extroverts’ existence :))

omg i remember people talking about how they “used” to read fanfiction and i was sitting there like 👀 yeah i still do ...and now not only do i read, but also write-

- ahhhh being told ur wrong when u know ur right is such an awkward place to be 😭i’m glad u stand up for urself though! usually, i just nod like okay, ig

- i- it’s a lot harder said than done to love ourselves :’) especially when there are so many reasons we believe not to. but self love is the MOST IMPORTANT LOVE!

- not to sound like a parent lmao but try to maintain a good sleeping schedule! it’ll benefit u in many many factors, especially in the future! <3

- okay okayy u seem like a really interesting person, i was very amused while reading that paragraph :))

- i- yes, health > everything else

- make sure to choose grape juice next time :’) !!

- i’m listening to it right now hehe

- pokemon!!! my childhood was full of pokemon ahhh

- u definitely know a lot more about pokemon than i do, okay okay, the main character always wins ;)

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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hang tight chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Request from @svintsandghosts to go with the song

This ended a little more angsty than I was originally planning but I hope you like it anyways 😅 and sorry it took so long lol

Song: I surrender by Natalie Taylor

tag list: @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @musicsexandpizza69 @ryansitkowskiswifey +++++++++ I heard Chris laugh from across the lot, doing a bit for Ricky's tour update video. I just shook my head and sat on the ground outside of the bus, playing on my phone. It had been a slow day so far and the weather was amazing so I didn't really wanna be inside at the moment. I sighed deeply as I heard them talking amongst themselves, admiring Chris from a distance.

"Daydreaming again?"

I heard Justin say, drawing my attention up towards him as I squinted in the sunlight.

"Aren't I always?"

He handed me a beer before sitting down next to me and lighting a cigarette.

"Still about you know who?"

He nodded towards Chris before waving over at them. I popped the top off the bottle and shrugged.

"I don't know what my problem is."

He sent me a look before making a sarcastic "okay" face.

"Do you have something to say?"

I asked slowly. He just laughed at me, blowing smoke out his nose and taking a drink of his own beer.

"Maybe you should tell him."

I snorted harshly.

"Do I look like someone who would be so bold?"

He raised a brow at me before shaking his head.

"You could be. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

I sighed.

"He laughs at me? He doesn't like me back? It makes things weird? We can't be friends anymore? Need me to keep going?"

He shook his head and took another swig.

"Did you ever think that none of that stuff would happen? That maybe he does like you too?"

I sent him a skeptical look.

"Is there something you aren't telling me Marrow?"

He just shrugged and took a long drag.

"Nope."

I drew my brows together.

"Whatever. I'll think about it."

He groaned as he stood up off the ground.

"You think to much."

He said before walking over to the small group of guys still chatting and doing their interviews for Ricky's video. I frowned and looked back to my phone. Maybe I do think too much.

°°°°°°°°° I paced around the bus contemplating our friendship again. On one hand if I told him, I wouldn't have to feel like this anymore. I wouldn't have to feel like I'm holding the biggest secret from my best friend. It was killing me on the inside. I ran my hands over my face as I walked in a line, back and forth through the bus. When I heard the door I didn't stop, my back was to it anyway. When I turned around I froze.

"You okay y/n?"

Chris said concerned, making his way past me to the fridge. I just stared at him. When he turned around he drew his brows.

"You look scared, what's up?"

He tried again, moving to sit at the table. I just stayed there where I was, frozen, unmoving and unspeaking. He took a drink, watching me. When he put the bottle on the table I jumped before shaking it off and continuing my pace. I knew his eyes were on me as I moved but I didn't want to talk. Part of me thought that if I did something would slip out on accident.

"You know you can talk to me right?"

He tried again but I just kept walking. My thoughts were going a mile a minute now. I just hummed in response. As I walked by him he caught my arm, making me halt in my tracks and stare down at his large hand engulfing my forearm. My gaze followed to his eyes.

"Y/n what's wrong?"

I just shrugged.

"Nothing."

I croaked out and he let go of me. I continued my pace, crossing my arms over my chest this time.

"I got a call from Bea earlier."

He said and my body stiffened at her name. Maybe that was another reason I didn't tell him. If he knew I liked him while having a girlfriend, what if I ruined it? I couldn't do that to him. That would be completely unfair.

"Oh?"

I asked, turning around to pace back. He half smiled, finally getting what he wanted.

"She said she was gonna come see the show in a couple days."

he looked to me for approval... Like you would do with any person you wanted your best friend to like. Now I was feeling guilty. How could I have been so selfish.

"Cool."

I said quickly and his face fell.

"You don't like her do you?"

He asked, his face going straight. I just shrugged.

"It's not that I don't like her-"

He realized a brow.

"So you do like her? Cause that response sounded a little unenthusiastic for someone who likes her."

I shrugged again and kept walking, fiddling with my finger tips.

"No I think she's great, really."

He laughed.

"Yeah, that was convincing."

I glared at him as I walked past him again.

"She's great."

He shook his head at me.

"You can just say you don't like her y/n it's fine."

I sighed heavily.

"But it's not, cause you like her."

He looked a little confused.

"Well yeah, I wouldn't have started dating her if I didn't at least a little bit. or at least to begin with."

i sent him a look. what was he getting at?

"But you're my best friend, you come first and I want you to like her too."

he finished and I inhaled sharply.

"What do you want me to say Chris?"

I said annoyed.

"I don't know, how about the truth?"

he said sternly. I turned to looked at him and put my face into my hands and groaned loudly. I could feel tears stinging my eyes and i really didn't want to do this. I looked back up at him, trying to hide the hurt in my eyes.

"I think she's great for you."

I kept walking, when I turned back around he had stood up.

"We both know you don't think that's true."

I stepped past him and he caught my arm again, pulling me to face him.

"What is the deal? i just want you to answer the question"

I stared at him intently. If I blinked I knew tears would fall.

"i care about your opinion."

I let out a laugh, squinting and letting the tear fall. His face softened.

"Y/n, what are you crying?"

I looked down at his hand in my arm and finally let my emotions go. He'd caught me, literally. He placed his other hand on my other arm and tried to lean down to look at my face.

"Y/n?"

I let out a short laugh.

"It's because I love you okay!"

I screamed at him, hot tears rolling down my face.

"Are you happy now? It's because I love you. I have for a while now."

I pulled my sleeves down over my hands and crossed my arms over my chest, his hands never letting me go. I looked down at the ground and shook my head, Swaying my body a bit.

"I didn't wanna say anything because I knew you didn't like me like that. And then I just, I just started letting you go and you found someone else. Someone better than me. She's better than me at everything: making you laugh, making you feel yourself, hell she's so much prettier than me too. And I hated that feeling even more than you not loving me back. So yeah I dont wanna give you my opinion. you two dating has been killing me, you were killing me."

He looked so sad. I never meant to hurt him but he needed to know.

"She's not better than you."

He said quietly, stealing my attention back.

"She could never be better than you. And Everything you just said is a lie. I wanted your opinion on her because I was debating whether or not to dump her. We've only been dating for a few months but i hate who I am when I'm with her. She makes me feel so broken, and I hate myself for it. And then when you left after we started going out I thought it was because of me so I stayed with her. I needed someone to make me feel like a person but she doesnt do that. not like you do. I needed you, hell, I still do."

He had tears starting to fall from his eyes now too, thin streaks covering his face in black makeup. I inhaled deeply before shaking my head.

"All those times you messaged me after I left... You could have said something. Told me to come back. But you didn't."

He looked down, ashamed.

"I thought you didn't want to come back so I didn't want to try. I know you, you don't change your mind so easily. But then you agreed to come on this tour and I was so excited. To be able to see you everyday again gave me hope."

He looked back up at me with the saddest puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry."

I said, barely Above a whisper. I was broken.

"I'm sorry too."

He managed.

"Please don't leave me again."

He pleaded, squeezing my arms. I shook my head.

"I don't think I could if I tried."

I laughed out, trying to make the situation lighter. He pulled me into a tight hug.

"I love you y/n."

I pressed my face into his neck.

"I love you too Chris."

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sqiderling · 7 years

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Splash | Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was push your “best friend” into the pool...

Word count: 3300+

Warning(s): A little bit of swearing, my amateur writing skills, mistakes (even tho i did try my best to edit this), some fluff???

A/N: i’m finally posting the Tom Holland imagine that I promised you guys when I hit 400 followers! *nervously chuckles as i look at my 470 followers* this is the first time I’ve written a long Tom Holland imagine so please don’t attack me if this is bad. also, this imagine isn’t gender specific so y’all can go wild with your imaginations! (im also living for the possibility of tom being bi after that japanese sm:h interview) this imagine turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated.. but I hope you all enjoy it and don’t be afraid to give me (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback or whatnot ❤️

ALSO: i mention temperature once in this fic and sorry americans but im using degrees celcius so dont freak out on me

The water looked deep and inviting. But you knew you weren’t getting in there before pushing Tom in first.

“Thomas!” you cried. “Hurry up you twat! It shouldn’t take you this long to put on the swimwear equivalent of shorts.”

You stood at the edge of your pool with your hand on your left hip looking back at the house. In the past ten minutes, you’d sat down on the poolside lounger and gotten up to walk to the pool about five times. Today was particularly hot and as you had yet to enter the pool, you knew your face was sporting the shade of a ripe tomato.

“They’re called board shorts, darling,” Tom replied teasingly from the bathroom window. “And I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to... fix something.”

“I was just trying to prove a point! And what are you trying to fix? Your sad lack of lips?”

“Fuck you, (Y/N), I heard that!” You snorted.

Seeing as Tom had previously said he’d be down in a minute a minute ago you decided that you would be better off laying on the lounger as you waited. The summer sun was relentless and even under the patio umbrella, you had to squint wherever you looked as the sunlight bounced off every surface it could reach. You picked up your sunglasses from the small poolside table and put them on, relieving your eyes, and relaxed into your seat, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against your skin and the sound of swaying trees in the distance.

The idea of taking a nap was extremely inviting and you let your eyes close and your mind doze off as you happily imagined the look on Tom’s face when you were going to push him into the pool later that day.

Little did you know that Tom had a sneaky idea up his sleeve as well, though it was a lot harder to conceal. Tom had been hoping to take you by surprise as you were still napping but due to his noisy exit, he was going to have to improvise.

You heard the back door sliding open and saw Tom coming out with one of his arms behind his back. Something was up.

Tom paused momentarily in front of the door. Tom was appropriately shirtless on this thirty-degree day and your eyes naturally trailed down to his abdomen. It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen him shirtless before; from walking around your house on a hot day to peeling his shirt off after getting drenched from the torrential downpour or walking out of your bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist to go find his clothes... you were never going to get over how jacked Tom was. Especially not when you got goosebumps almost every time you saw him shirtless.

“What do you have behind your back?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. You stood up to try and get a glimpse of whatever he was hiding.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “I’m just uh.. scratching my back.”

“Sure, Tom.” You weren’t at all convinced.

Tom had made it to the corner of the pool and his arms were still hidden behind him. It didn’t matter to you what he was doing as long as you would be able to chuck him into the water. As he slowly inched closer to you, you took off your sunglasses and placed them on the table. The plan was to walk up to him, meet him halfway then push him in, but your feet were rooted to the ground. Something felt off.

“Tom..” you said cautiously, suspicions rising by the second.

There it was! You tried to conceal your reaction as you caught a glimpse of the orange nozzle of a water gun just behind Tom’s shoulder. That dirty cheat thought he was going to one up you! But you’d show him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” Tom smiled innocently as he continued his journey toward you. Goosebumps rose on your skin and you weren’t sure whether it was because the wind had suddenly gotten chillier or the uncertainty of when Tom was going to strike.

You pushed your windswept hair back. You knew what you had to do.

You took off at a sprint straight at Tom. His eyes grew wide as you bolted towards him. His right arm frantically moved to bring his weapon forward, but he was too slow. You’d never played rugby or any kind of contact sport, so you drew inspiration from how rugby players tackled on TV and lunged at his midriff like a bulldozer.

Smack!

Falling, falling, falling.

Both of you hit the water with a tremendous splash. Water shot up your nose and the back of your head throbbed. Tom had elbowed you by accident. The water consumed you. Both of you.

Letting go of Tom’s body, you realised that he had lost his grip on the water gun. You were quick to spot the bright yellow, green and orange toy floating on the surface of the pool a couple of metres away from where you were. Tom made a speedy recovery and spun around to find you floating a little over arm's length away from him. Ignoring the stinging of your eyes and the screaming of your lungs, you made eye contact with him. His brown hair floated like a halo around his head and you tried not to laugh at the sight of his puffed out cheeks.

In that moment of your distraction, Tom had spotted the water gun too and he wasted no time in swimming toward it. He wasn’t going to let you win even if you’d already tackled him into the water. He wasn’t going to let you go without a little revenge of his own.

Your instincts took you by surprise and without a second thought, you made a grab for one of his legs as he swam past. Tom struggled in your grip, flinging his leg around. He was stronger than you but maybe being underwater somehow helped you pull Tom back down.

Tom was a persistent person. He didn’t once stop trying to wring free from your grip. You were starting to run out of breath. He was much faster than you were at swimming much to your dismay and you didn’t have the slightest idea of what you could do to further delay his course to the toy. So you did the first thing that occurred in your brain. A thought that had been haunting you for the past couple months and you’d fought long and hard to erase.

In one swift motion, you grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. Square on the lips. Those non-existent, surprisingly soft lips of his.

You felt your cheeks warm up despite the coolness of the pool. Your entire body, in fact, was feeling warm, especially the sides of your waist where Tom’s hands had found themselves placed. You could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s lips curve into a smile, but before you could properly confirm it the urgency of your lungs took over and you were forced to pull away and swim at lightning speed toward the pool’s surface.

You welcomed the cool rush of air that entered your thirsty lungs but instantly started coughing once your head burst out of the water. You felt slightly dizzy, not really believing you’d just kissed your best friend. As you tread water and tried to dial down your coughing you saw the water gun floating away from you and toward a wet mop of brown curls.

Tom’s head popped up from the water and he took in a large mouthful of air. His hair was sticking to various parts of his face and you weren’t sure if you’d seen him unrulier and cuter than he had been in that moment. He winked at you before he dove back underwater taking the water gun with him.

The water gun.

“Damn it,” you whispered breathlessly, paddling over to the edge of the pool. You propped your arm up on the ledge as you caught your breath. You watched faintly amused as he swum around in a ninja-like manner like you couldn’t see him clear as day beneath the sapphire ripples. It was clear Tom thought he had the upper hand.

A voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you were well and truly screwed but you tried your best not to listen to it. Tom would be needing to come up for air any second now and you had a hunch that he would start firing at the same time. You thought about getting out of the pool but you knew that it wouldn’t make much difference because there wasn’t anything liftable that you could use as a shield. You could run into the house but why ruin the fun?

As you were still trying to figure out how to win this battle, Tom suddenly emerged from below and you found yourself at gunpoint. You chuckled nervously as you eyed the menacingly orange nozzle.

“Thomas,” you said, your voice sickeningly sweet. You grit your teeth into a forced grin. “Honey.”

“Yes, love?” Tom still had the water gun trained on you. He was bobbing up and down in the water, staying afloat using only his legs. You tried to maintain your fake grin as your attention switched from the orange nozzle to Tom’s equally as menacing smile. However, you found that your grin was becoming more of a nervous smile.

Just as Tom shot his first stream of water, you make the quick decision of diving underneath. The stream barely scraped the top of your hair before you fully submerged yourself.

Perplexed, Tom ducked his head into the pool. At the same time you kicked off the wall, shooting towards Tom, and for the second time that day you found your arms wrapped around his midriff as you once again successfully caught Tom off guard.

The both of you didn’t travel very far despite the amount of strength you put into pushing off the wall (you always found water restrictive in that way). The next couple seconds went by extremely fast and you could barely keep up with what was happening. Tom had recovered much quicker and by the time you paddled up for air, he had the water gun trained on you again like a sniper.

The nozzle and your nose were almost touching. You felt dizzy as you went a little cross-eyed eyeing the intimidating piece of plastic.

Breathing heavily, you felt your entire body sag, exhaustion finally catching up to you. You looked over at Tom and you saw how he looked quite puffed out too, his cheeks flushed rosy red.

“Just shoot me.” You wearily paddled backwards. “You’ve won, just shoot me.”

Not a second later three quick bursts of water hit your face in quick succession. Your face was already dripping wet so the water didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Though the skin on your face did feel a little tingly.

Wiping the water from your eyes you saw Tom flamboyantly making a show of his ‘humble’ win, splashing about and making the most childish noises. He hollered incoherent words and sounds that you assumed was some sort of football victory chant. You should’ve at least felt pissed off, but you weren’t and you couldn’t help but smile a little. Tom’s childishness always made you smile.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, you hoisted yourself up so that you could sit and finally have some rest.

“How about a celebratory kiss for the winner?” Tom said. He’d stopped splashing about but it didn’t look like he’d be letting go of his win anytime soon. His chocolate eyes looked hopeful and your heart strings tugged ever so slightly.

“Oh,” you replied, smirking. “So after one spontaneous kiss from me, you think that you have all access to my luscious lips?”

“Don’t I?” Tom replied in a confident and cocky way but the small drop in the corner of his lips didn’t escape your attention.

You pretended to think about his question, leaning back on your palms. “I guess it would have to depend on how I felt about you. Don’t you think?”

You gently kicked your feet underneath the rippling water, silently assessing Tom’s expression. He wore his confidence like a badge, something he often did. Quite frankly it was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. He was confident in how he held himself, how he acted, how he spoke. You admired that about him.

Tom’s eyes were soft and his face relaxed, though you saw the slight clench of his jaw. He swam towards you, the water gun floating forgotten in the middle of the pool and he put his hands on your knees. You stopped kicking your legs and Tom rested his chin on his knuckles. Your heart was beating like crazy as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to say. If he was going to say anything.

“So how do you feel about me?” he asked, searching your eyes. “It’s not every day that your beautiful best friend decides to kiss-”

“I like you,” you rushed out. You froze from the suddenness of your confession. Tom lifted his head, eyes wide and his grip on your knees tightening lightly.

You felt like you were on fire. You became aware of every sensation touching your body from the heat of the concrete, the chill of the water and especially the warmth of Tom’s hands.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” you asked, suddenly feeling out of breath and slightly annoyed at yourself. You pushed back some hair that stuck to your cheek. “Is that what you wanted, Tom?”

Tom’s temporary look of shock melted away into that of tenderness and warmth. His lips curved to reveal a lipless smile. Tom had a variety of smiles, all conveying different things. This particular one you’d learnt to recognise was reserved for moments when he was around his family, Tessa or when he was talking about his latest projects. Your stomach did a flip.

“It was, yeah,” Tom chuckled. He proceeded to lay his arms across your knees and rest his chin on them all the while keeping his eyes on you. Out of habit, your hand reached forward to push a wayward strand of Tom’s curly hair to the side. His smile grew as you did so and you wondered to yourself how many times this man could make your stomach flip in such a short amount of time.

“So you uh... like me as well?” you asked lamely, clearing your throat. “As in like like me, like more than a-”

“Friend?” Tom grinned, finishing your sentence. “Yes for fuck sake, (Y/N)-” he laughed, his chest vibrating against your shins. “-I thought I’d made it obvious by now.”

“Always good to check.” You looked away blushing profusely. For the past few months, you’d been fantasising about how the both of you would be confessing your feelings to each other. If he even liked you back for that matter. You could never tell whether the constant teasing and sly remarks you exchanged meant anything or if it was all just good fun. Many fantasies were based on missed opportunities and thinking back to something that happened that day and altering it so that by the end you were in each other’s arms kissing passionately. You often found yourself screaming into your pillow afterwards (not one of your finest moments). Never had you imagined that it would happen in such an uncoordinated and awkward way. Or maybe you had. You just hoped that it wouldn’t turn out that way.

Tom dropped back down into the water and swam to your side propping himself up on the pool’s edge. You tried to think of something to say as you felt his leg press against yours.

“I’ve had a crush on you for almost a year now you know,” Tom confessed suddenly.

You stared in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true!” he insisted. “I’m surprised I was able to keep it a secret for so long.”

You swatted his arm. “You should’ve told me! You could’ve saved me a whole lot of misery.”

“You should’ve told me. You know how I am with romantic declarations, (Y/N). They make me nervous,” Tom trailed off, staring down at the water.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, nervous about romance? Why I’ve never heard of such ludicrous!” You smiled. “Spiders, maybe, but romantic gestures? Who are you and what have you done with my favourite Holland?”

“Shut up. This was different.” Tom returned his gaze to you. “It was you.”

A blush started to creep up from your neck to your already burning face. It was rare to see Tom act so nervously and you couldn't help but feel like you'd accomplished something unprecedented. "Well, I'm flattered."

You rested your head on Tom’s shoulder. “Wanna go watch ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming’ with me?”

“Again?” Tom asked, amused. “If you wanted to look at my abs all you have to do is look down here.”

You heard the sound of Tom patting his stomach and rolled your eyes saying, “Have you ever considered that maybe I just like Spider-Man?”

“Sweetheart, I am Spider-Man.”

Lifting your head, you gave him a flat look. You got up and grabbed the colourful beach towel you had left on the lounger earlier. "Hey, where are you going?” Tom asked, also standing up.

“To watch Homecoming, silly.” You wrapped the towel around your body. “And I don’t care if you don’t want to watch it with me. I’ll just enjoy the film by myself.”

With your head held high, you grabbed your sunglasses and started to walk toward the house. You knew from past experience that it wouldn’t be four steps before Tom said-

“Wait, wait, I’m coming!”

A small smile threatened to break through your cool exterior. You turned around to wait for him. He grabbed the spare white towel on the table and jogged over to you as he dried his hair.

“Okay, let’s go.” Tom smiled at you, his hair now a curly mess. The sun stood behind him, illuminating his dark brown curls and your hands itched to fix them. You reached a hand up to the side of his head to smooth his hair down. In the spur of the moment, you stood on your tippy toes and pressed a short kiss on his lips.

He had that smile on his lips again as you pulled away. You grinned back but your smile was inked in devilish gaiety.

“I love you, Tom, I do,” you said. “but remember when I said that you’d won? Yeah, I was just kidding.”

Tom had not noticed you move your hands to his chest. With the pool idly waiting behind him, you gave Tom a firm shove sending him toppling into the cool water with a splash.

Your eyes lit up and you made a dash for the house, laughing as you run. You heard Tom resurface.

“(Y/N)!”

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#michelle writes things #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #spider-man: homecoming #splash #im so proud to finally post this #hope you guys like it #bc this imagine has come a long way from where it began ahaha

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