playlist: fine line by harry styles; grow as we go by ben platt; adore you by harry styles; pillar of truth by lucy dacus; july by noah cyrus (ft. leon bridges)

prologue

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ten*

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Reading a really bad fanfiction:

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Thor: Ragnarok under appreciated quote

Korg: PISS OFF GHOST

Korg: *kicks wall well after Loki has left*

Korg: he’s freakn’ gone

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salty-ironstrange-shipper

Peter: I DO WHAT I WANT.

Tony: I’m calling May.

Peter: no wait

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Not Much To Say {Teaser}

Fuckboy!Tom Series.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: angst.

THIS IS JUST A TEASER - if you would like to see this series let me know. I’m still playing around with it.

I ran out into the hallway my breathing heavy, feeling as if the world around me was spinning. How could this happen to me? I started to cry, this heavy feeling in my chest overwhelming me.

“Y/n!” A voice shouted behind me, I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. It was the voice of the boy who broke my heart, shattered it into a million pieces. I just couldn’t face him right now, but right now it didn’t seem like I had a choice. I turned around, just his face making my stomach twist and turn and my heartache. “Leave me alone” I croaked. God I just wanted to be left alone.

“No!” He said his voice sounding desperate. “Why!” I threw my hands in the air “why do we need to talk Tom! You got want you wanted! You won the bet! Take your money and leave me alone!” I was sobbing at this point the look on Toms face was making my insides turn.

“You won, you made be fall in love with you, are you happy now?”

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@thothollandd @kilieria @spideyjlaw @pinkmarvel @tshquackson @hollandandi @amxliapond

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Friends Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter are best friends, just friends. So how could one night have you questioning your friendship?

A/N: This was the first Peter fic I ever wrote so it kinda sucks but i hope you enjoy regardless.

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You’ve been Peter Parker’s best friend since you moved into the apartment above his 5 years ago. Many people had questioned your relationship thinking you two were actually dating, but you weren’t. You were simply just friends. You two just didn’t feel that way about each other.

So, why were you here, staring at your ceiling in the middle of the night, with only thoughts of Peter?

The answer was simple, your best friend Peter Parker had almost kissed you only hours before.

You continued to stare at your ceiling as you replayed the scene over and over again in your head.

You were laying down on one side of Peter’s bed, your head towards the footboard, playing on your phone. While Peter was leaning against the headboard doing homework.

You let out a long sigh for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 5 minutes. “Peter, I’m boooooored,”

“I know, but I gotta finish my homework first.”

“Can’t you do it later, we never get to hang out anymore with your internship.” You groaned.

“Fine. Just let me finish this page.”

“Okay!” You said happily.

You continued playing on your phone until Peter finished.

“Okay there.” Peter placed his books on the ground next to his bed. “What did you want to do?”

“I don’t know, how bout we just talk.”

“Sure, about what?”

“Well,” You said sitting up. “What’s the deal with the whole Liz situation now?”

He sighed, “I’m still upset, but I’m pretty much over her.”

“Makes sense, you did have a crush on her since last year. At least you know she was interested in you.”

“I guess so, what about you, have any crushes yet?”

You scoffed, “Of course not. The guys at our school suck and I’m not social enough to go out and meet any one.”

“Doesn't Mike from marching band have a crush on you. He’s not a bad choice.”

“No definitely not him, he’s creepy. Like he stares at me all the time and it’s not in the cute way like when you would stare at Liz. He asked me out last week by the way.”

“Seriously? And you didn’t tell me?”

“Well you would know if you didn’t quit marching band.” You said leaning over and flicking his nose.

Peter rubbed it, “Hey! You know I had to quit with-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, the Stark internship. Anyway Mike asked me after the football game last Friday. I think he cried after I said no.”

Peter burst out laughing, “Oh my god, you made Mike cry?”

“Yeah, I feel bad I dunno why he liked me so much anyway.”

“Yeah I have no idea either.” You smacked his arm. “I’m kidding! He probably liked you cause you’re nice.”

“If that’s all you have to do to get someone to like you, why am I still single?”

“I thought that didn’t bother you?”

“It doesnt, but sometimes it’s just nice to know people like you y'know?”

“What are you talking about,” Peter looked at you incredulously, “You always have someone crushing on you.”

You looked back at him with the same expression, “What are you talking about?"

"Guys are crazy about you, I can name like 5 guys that either have a crush on you or find you really attractive.”

“People find me attractive?”

“Of course! You’re kind and smart.” Peter counted on his fingers, “You’re great I’m not surprised so many guys like you. You’re also really funny and talented and…” He trailed off and made eye contact with you. He cleared his throat, “You’re actually really p-pretty too.” You stared at each other for a few seconds, the air becoming tense between the two of you.

“Y-you think I’m p-pretty?” You asked feeling a blush rise up your neck to your cheeks.

“O-of course you’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met.” You looked down to try and hide your bright red face.

Peter hesitated before shifting closer. “You’re also understanding, you always put you’re friends first, you’re honest…” You’re breath hitched and you both unconciously leaned in. “You’re determined and creative.” He said quietly. “Passionate…” Your noses were now touching and it was harder to breathe. Peter’s eyes flickered down to your lips, “…You’re a really beautiful girl.” He whispered. You leaned up slightly so your lips were almost touching, but they barely brushed each other before Peter’s bedroom door was swung open revealing Aunt May looking down at a menu.

You and Peter separated from each other quickly, “So, kids did you want pizza tonight or Thai?” She looked up, “What happened to you two?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, “Nothing, I, um, promised my parents I’d eat dinner with them tonight.”

“Oh, okay, then what about you Peter? Pizza or Thai?”

“Thai.”

“Alright, sounds good.” She said before leaving.

You cleared your throat again, “Well, I better go, it’s getting kind of late.” You said without looking at Peter.

“Oh, uh alright.”

You quickly grabbed your bag and climbed out of Peter’s window onto the fire escape to get to your apartment.

You sighed still staring at your bedroom ceiling, questioning these new feelings you had for your best friend.

’What am I going to do?’

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Clingy {T.H}

Tom has his moments

Masterlist

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Tom is one those people that tries really hard not be clingy
but he has his moments
actually he has a lot of moments
where he clings to you
and he whines whenever you get up
mostly cause he’s missed you
or he hasn’t gotten to see you
as much as he would
especially when he comes home
after being away for months
if you just walked through the door
and Tom is sitting there in his sweatpants
“babe, come cuddle.”
he won’t even wait for answer
or even acknowledge if you did answer him
before he starts poking out his bottom lip
and leaning over the couch
watching as you walk into the bed to change
“babe, what are you doing?”
and he’ll pout a little
cross his arms over his chest
his eyebrows furrowed together
cause lets be real
homeboy has missed you
way too much
for you to be taking your time
and while it might annoy you
you know that it’s just how Tom is
for the minute you sit down on the couch
Tom is pulling you into his arm
peppering your face with kisses
and you’re trying to squirm away
but Tom will wrap his arms around you
pulling you back to him
his chin resting on your shoulder
lips almost on your cheeks
his fingers running and down your arm
or drawing little circles on your thighs
“I missed ya.”
“I was gone for five hours.
“five hours too long.”
and if you tried to get up off the couch
Tom’s arms would be around your waist
pulling you back down onto his lap
and he would bury his head
into your upper back
and rock the two of you back and forth
it would 110% be all PDA
all the time
and when he would finally let you get up
Tom would follow right behind you
into the kitchen
and he would start helping you cook
one arm always snaked around your waist
and he would lean over
and kiss your cheek
then your forehead
and then your lips
because lets be real
when Tom is one of these moods
he’s going to let you go far
without him right behind you.

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Peter: You read my diary?!

MJ: At first I did not know it was your diary, I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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carrerabkpuff asked:

Fluff. Maximum fluff. Tom is needy and wants to cuddle and you're not mad at it at all. Plez

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“Love, quit worrying about cleaning the house and come cuddle with me.” Tom leaned against the wall, pouting as he watched you chuckle and shake your head, finishing up washing the dishes.

“Babe, I’ve got like 3 or 4 more dishes to finish washing, then I’ll be done.” Turning your attention back to the dishes, you jumped when you felt Tom wrap his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Someone’s feeling a bit cuddly today aren’t they?” You giggled, turning your head to the side and kissing Tom, trying your best to finish drying the dishes as quickly as possible.

You loved it when Tom got in moods like this, loved the way he practically clung to you no matter what you were doing. You knew that it had a lot to do with the fact that whenever he got home from filming or had a break that he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, not wanting to be away from you at all.

“Just missed you is all.” Tom whispered against your shoulder, placing a kiss over your shirt, watching the way your hands moved over the bowls as you dried them. His heart swelled with adoration at the way that you took care of things around the house, never complaining along the way.

He was thankful for you, thankful for this little piece of his life that was normal. You were a constant in his fast pace lifestyle, always staying steady when everything else rushed passed him.

“Earth to Tom, you there baby?” Tom didn’t even notice that you had finished drying the dishes and had turned around in his arms. Your eyebrows were pinched together, concern flooding your features as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

He pressed his thumb against the wrinkles in between your eyes, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. It was something that he had gotten in the habit of doing when he saw that you were worried or stressing over something.

“I’m fine love, just got caught up in my thoughts is all.” He smiled, his arms tugging you closer to his chests, smirking at the way your eyes kept glancing up at his lips. “Ya know, if you wanna kiss me, you can, don’t have to stare at my lips all day love.” He teased, rubbing his nose against yours before kissing you.

Tom smiled into the kiss, enjoying the warmth that was spreading throughout his body. All it took was one kiss from you and he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

“Ya know, I really do love you, love you so much.” He whispered against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours.

“I know, and I love you too, love you so much. Now come on, I believe that I promised you that we would cuddle in bed for the rest of the day.” Intertwining your fingers with his, you tugged him toward the bedroom, squealing when he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed.

“You know, you’re quite a charmer Holland.” You smirked, tugging him down to lay on top of you. His arms wrapped around your waist, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as he memorized the way that you felt.

“Gotta keep you on your toes pretty girl.” He smiled, his eyes flickering between your lips.

“Ya know, if you wanna kiss me, all you have to do is press your lips against mine.” You taunted, mocking his words from earlier.

“Alright you sassy shit.” Tom chuckled, pressing his lips too yours again, rolling over on his back and pulling you on top of him. Sighing into the kiss, you laid your head down on his chest, fingers running up and down his stomach. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Close your eyes baby, not going anywhere, promise.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest, your hands running through his hair, smiling when you heard his breathing even out. Laying your head back down on his chest, you closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the little moments, committing them to your memory for the next time he went away.

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Aunt May: *crying*

Peter: What’s wrong, May? Are you picturing my future again?

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uhhhfrogs asked:

soft mob!tom where he gets sick and keeps refusing it until the reader convinces him that is his sick and then they take care of him?

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Tom groaned as he leaned his head against the side of the tub, his throat hoarse and scratchy, sweat dripping down his back. He knew that he was sick, knew the moment that he felt his stomach flip at the idea of even trying to eat something this morning.

He had been in the guest bathroom for almost an hour. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he had made his way downstairs and had stayed put.

Each time he tried to stand up, he got dizzy, his eyes fluttering closed and his head pounding, stomaching lurching all over again at even the smallest of movements.

“Tom, you in there baby?” You knocked on the bathroom door, listening closely for a response. You had woken up confused when you had woken up and Tom wasn’t in the bed next to you. Even for him it had been a bit early to be up.

“I’m fine.” Tom grunted, pressing the back of his hand over his mouth, taking a few deep breaths to wait for the nausea to pass.

“Tom, come on baby. Just let me in.” You jiggled the door handle, almost rolling your eyes when you realized that it was locked. You had your suspicions that Tom was getting sick when you saw how pale he was the night before, his skin hot to the touch and dark bags underneath his eyes.

But he was stubborn, insisting that he was fine and if he was sick then he could take care of himself.

Knowing that you weren’t going to give up, he slowly picked himself up off the floor and unlocked the door, leaning against the bathroom counter.

“Oh baby.” You sighed, your heart breaking at the sight of him. His hair was damp and all over the place, sweat running down his shoulders and his back. His face was even more pale than it was the night before and he looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep whatsoever.

“Why didn’t you wake me up baby? Would’ve taken care of you, you know that.” Opening up the bathroom cabinet, you reached in and grabbed two washcloths, damping them with cold water.

“I know angel, but I didn’t want to bother you, I’m fine. Can take care of myself.” Tom grunted, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the counter as he fought off the urge to throw up again.

“I know you can take care of yourself, but I want to take care of you too. That’s what people do when they love someone baby, they take care of them. So let me take care of you.” Pressing one washcloth against the back of his neck, Tom leaned into your touch, as you dabbed his forehead with the other.

“You gonna quit being so stubborn and let me take care of you?” Tom nodded his head, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingers ran through his hair. “Alright then, lets get you upstairs and settled in bed and then I’ll get you everything you need.” Letting him lean on you, the two of you slowly walked up the stairs and back into your bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you grabbed a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants, helping him get dressed before sliding him underneath the covers.

“I’m sorry for being stubborn, love you angel.” He whispered, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand.

“It’s okay, I love you too. Just wanna take care of you. Now close your eyes and rest, I’ll be here when you wake up okay?” Tom nodded his head, eyes closing at the gentle touch of your lips on his eyelids, nose, and then his cheeks, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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thewiseandfree-deactivated20181 asked:

so we know that there are no weddings in hell, but you (im going with H&H character on this) want one and KOH!tom can't resist so you do and can you imagine the MORNING AFTER WAKING UP WITH HIMMMMM

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Toms’ fingers ran down the side of your face, tracing your jaw before finding a strand of hair and began twirling it between his fingers softly. Your wedding dress lay discarded on the floor by the door, undergarments tossed at the end of the bed with Tom’s shirt. The room was simply a mess and usually, it’d bother him but now all he was focused on was you.

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Peter: no😢

Peter: but if I freak out, aunt may will freak out and that will make me freak out even more

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Peter: mr.Thor sir

Peter: so, I just found out that goats like carrots

Thor: okay

Peter: i do too

Peter: ᴰᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵃᵗˀ

Thor: [completely mind blown] possibly

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Anonymous asked:

Hey, if you don’t mind can you do F3 with Tom Holland?

mrs-hollandstan answered:

F-3: Knowing Someone Else Can Hear

NSFW under the cut.

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Swim • {T.H}

Word Count: 1581

Warning(s): Swearing, mentions of parents arguing i guess?

Genre: Fluff but I guess bits are bittersweet

A/N- Hey hey, this is the first thing I’ve posted on this account so I hope its alright? I’ve written quite a bit before so I thought I’d make an account. Anyway, I wrote this based on the song “Swim” by Fickle Friends (great music btw). Yeah it gets sappy but this song gets to me lmao.

Tom Holland. The curly haired brunette boy with the brown eyes. He’s been your best friend since primary school, with the help of your parents being friends and the close distance between your houses. The pair of you were inseparable yet somehow separate, ironically, you fit into your own group of friends at secondary school and sixth form but the pair of you stayed strong. It was the kind of friendship that was so strong you wouldn’t talk in a month but you’ll meet up for a drink and it would be like you spoke everyday regardless. It was nice, the absence of stress that you could drift easily. He was a part of your life, woven in with everything else, sowed in as you grew together. Yeah, Tom, that curly haired boy.

The same, somewhat annoyed, curly haired boy with the (sleepy) brown eyes who’s currently looking out his window through furrowed brows.

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