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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy

Why’re you being mean to my mum?

goddamn it

Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances

Koop

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This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it

1.4 almost ps not risking it

Fuck this post

I am sorry…

sorry

sorry,not sorry

I love my momza  im not taking any chances

sorry

Why does this keep appearing on my damn dashboard!!!

I ignored it and then I felt very, very guilty about it…

i ignored it and then i felt very very guilty about it…

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

fuck whoever started this shit

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Homecoming

Summary: Your dress at Homecoming is a little too revealing for Peter’s liking so he tries to cover you up.

Warning: Hinted smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy my little munchkins 😊

You couldn’t wait for Homecoming. You have always been a girl that loves to dress up. You’ve been hitting the gym the past couple of months and it’s been paying off. You were happy with your body then, but you felt like you needed a change and you don’t regret it.

You have your dress picked out and Peter, well, he isn’t into the Homecoming as much as you are, but he doesn’t mind you talking about it. Peter went shopping with Aunt May for a suit and tie, checking on what colour your dress is so you two can match. The day has finally come, and you couldn’t have been more excited. You got your hair and makeup professionally done. You walk to your closet and pull out your dress. You slip it on, the dark green complimenting your skin tone. The plunging neckline showing off the curves of your breasts, making you feel sexy and confident. The dress has a slit down the side where your left leg pokes through. You roll the sleeves up to the bend of your elbow and decorate your arms and neck with a few pieces of jewellery. You finish off the look with a pair of black, peep-toe heels. You look at yourself in the mirror. A smile spreading across your face when you see how beautiful you look.

You walk downstairs and meet the gaze of your parents. Their eyes sparkling with happiness and pride. Not long after the bell rings, signalling Peter’s arrival. Your dad goes and answers it, once you hear Peter’s voice your heart beats fast in your chest and suddenly you feel self-conscious.  Will peter like it? Will he think it’s slutty? All kinds of thoughts are spinning around your head. You mom can sense your anxiety and comforts you.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” She says while stroking your shoulder. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Your dad and Peter’s voices start to rise as they near the kitchen where you and your mom are standing. Nothing in the world could prepare you for the reaction Peter gave you once his eyes landed on your figure. His eyes shot open and his mouth agape, his cheeks reddening at your bold choice of clothing. Your cheeks blush and your head bows down. Peter stands in front of you, his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up so your eyes could meet.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, baby.” He says, awe thick in his voice. You smile at him and give him a soft peck on the lips. You break away and look at your parents. You mom smiling wide and your dad looking at you with the utmost pride and love.

“Okay, picture time.” Your mom says, breaking the silence. She quickly goes into the other room to get her camera and comes back. You and Peter pose for the camera, Peter’s hand sliding down your back, gripping your waist. The camera points towards you two, you smile towards the camera. The flash goes off, momentarily blinding you. Once the picture was taken your parents pull the picture up on the small screen and lean in to look. While your parents were distracted Peter’s, hand starts to wonder down your waist, passing your hip. You look up at him knowing exactly what he wants to do before you could say anything his hand squeezes your butt in his hand. You press your lips together, not wanting to let a squeal out. The Peter now and back then are completely different people. When you first met him he was a stuttering, nervous wreck. Now he’s confident and cheeky. You look to him and quickly lean in and place a kiss on his neck.

“You guys look so cute.” Your mom gushes. Tears brimming her eyes. You tug on Peter’s arm towards the door, wanting to leave before your mom starts to cry.

“Mom we need to go before we’re late.” You say quickly. Your mom walks up to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. You hug your dad goodbye. Before you, two could leave your dad speaks up.

“Keep her safe Peter.” You dad says with a stern voice. Peter’s arm snakes around your waist.

“Always, sir,” Peter says certainly. You two walk towards the door, suddenly your dad’s voice booms from across the door.

“Hey, Peter, think fast.” Peter turns around and unwraps his arm around you to catch what your dad was throwing at him. He catches square packets, confusion etches on his face and yours. Once it clicks he looks at your dad and winks, him winking back.

“What is it?” You and your mom ask in unison. Peter opens his hands wider to show you.

“Dad!” You exclaim once you see the pack of condoms Peter is holding.

“What? I told him to keep you safe.” He says, quite pleased with himself, your mom slapping his shoulder.

You drag Peter out of the house, shouting a bye to your parents again. You close the door behind you. Peter leads you to his car, well, May’s car. Before he opens the door for you he leans his back on it, pulling you by the waist, closer to him. You rest your hands on his chest. Only now do you realise Peter’s attire. His shirt clad torso, his skin showing through the material. A green bowtie wrapped around his neck. You look up at him only to see his eyes are locked on your chest.

“Peter, my eyes are up here.” You say motioning where your eyes are, giggling, his attention switching to you.

“Sorry babe, you just look so fucking hot right now.” He says, his hands sliding up to cup your boobs. Your eyes flutter shut, your bottom lip in between your teeth. His hand starts to massage them, pulling them together and apart.

“We have to go.” You whisper out, not wanting it to end but also not wanting to miss the night you’ve been waiting for because you two can’t keep it in your pants.

Peter’s hands slide down to your waist again and moves to the side, opening the car door for you. You hop in and Peter shuts the door. He moves to the other side and gets in. Once the engine starts he places his hand on your exposed inner thigh. This is going to be a long night.

When you and Peter arrived, his hand went to hold yours, tangling your fingers with his. You two enter the decorated gym, people’s eyes were on you and the new body that you worked so hard for. You see MJ, Ned and, surprisingly, Flash and decide to walk over there. Peter walks next to you, keeping you close to him. Once everyone notices you two have joined, gasps flee their mouth, Flash looking the most shocked. MJ smirks at you.

“Nice tits.” She comments. You look down to your breasts, noticing that they have gotten bigger. Interesting. Peter shifts next to you at her comment.

“Oh, um thanks.” You respond awkwardly.

You feel uncomfortable under Flash’s gaze, his eyes solely on your breasts. Ned saw this and spoke up.

“Hey, Flash lets go get some drinks for the group.” He grabs Flash’s arm and yanks him towards the drink table. Once gone Peter turns to you. Taking the pieces of material on either side of your boobs and pulling the material together, the two ends meeting in the valley of your boobs. You roll your eyes at Peter’s attempts of covering you up.

“Seriously, Pete?” You ask. He looks at you unfazed.

“Yes seriously. I don’t want anyone else to see my weak points.” He explains in a hushed voice. You hear a gag from MJ and see her leaving you two alone.

You take Peter’s hands away from you, letting the material free. Peter looks around the gym. Seeing if anyone is paying attention to you two. No one is. Suddenly Peter leans down and licks a stripe between the valley of your breasts. His tongue trails up towards your neck until he reaches your soft spot. When he hears a soft moan escape from your lips he starts sucking the spot. His hands trailing down your body to your butt, pulling you towards him.

You realize where you are and bring your hands to his chest and push him away slightly. He whines once you two disconnect. He doesn’t let up though, his hands come up to your chest to squeeze your boobs.

“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll have fun with them later.” You say before detaching his hands from you. The rest of the night Peter couldn’t get enough of you. The condoms your dad gave him came in useful later on in the night.

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Break up...?

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Summary: Peter comes through your window bloody and bruised. You felt that you’ve had enough and break up, but Peter has other plans  

Warnings: Angst, smut, oral (female receiving) 

A/N: I haven’t done angst and smut in a while so why not kill two birds with one stone. My inbox is always open for requests or if you just want to have a chat. IT’S QUITE LONG, THOUGHT I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW. Enjoy my little munchkins 😊

 You looked at the time once again and see the bold, red numbers glare back at you. 1:13am. You sigh and run your hands down your face. Your boyfriend who also happens to be spiderman is running terribly late. Just a little robbery he said, it will be quick he said. Bullshit. You have passed the worried stage. Now you’re pissed. You understand that he has a need to save the world and be the best superhero Queens need but you can’t stand the pressure he puts himself under. The pain of seeing the bruises, cuts and scars all over his body. It breaks your heart seeing the one that you love in constant pain and turmoil. You start thinking to what you’re going to say to him when he comes back, if he comes back.

You’re tapped out of your thoughts by the sound of a window opening. You stand up from Peter’s bed, prepared to give him a piece of your mind. When Peter’s body tumbles in his room your face falls and your eyes land upon his shredded blue and red suit, slashes all across his chest, blood dripping out of it. You look to his face to see it battered and bruised. Multiple cuts lie upon his charming, innocent face. Your heart breaks again when you look into his eyes, full of exhaustion, tears brimming his eyes, his eyelids puffy and red, signs that he has been crying. His emotional control breaks away and the tears break through the barrier and stream down his face. His tear mixing with the blood on his face, turning his face a light pink.

You walk towards him and envelop him in your arms, knowing right now that he needs comfort. This is going to make it a lot harder for you to do what you’ve been thinking of doing. You rub his back and let his heart-wrenching sobs into your chest.

“I-I couldn’t s-save h-her.” He sobs, your heart pains for the pure boy in your arms.

“It’s okay. You did what you could.” You whisper comfortingly in his ear. You kiss his temple and feel him nod in your neck. You pull away slightly but in Peter’s state, he pulls you towards him again, tighter this time.

“Let’s clean you up.” You whisper, pulling away again from his blood-soaked body. You see his defeated look but decide to lead the way to the bathroom instead, not wanting to look in his eyes, knowing that you’ll get lost in them.

You help him rid his body of what’s left of his suit and tell him to step in the shower. You take the shower head and wash away the dirt and blood. You two stay silent. Peter watches you the entire time, but you choose to ignore it. Your heart is at its limit.  

Once done with the showering you grab a towel and help Peter dry himself. He then wraps the towel around his waist, covering himself up. You instruct him to sit on the toilet lid so you can patch him up. You open the cupboard under the sink and take out the first aid kit you know all too well. You walk to him and stand between his legs. His hands resting on your hips, you pay no mind to it.

You look to see that the slashes on his chest aren’t deep enough for stitches, but they aren’t minor either. You get to work on his cuts and patch them up. You do this with your focus on his wounds and nothing else. Avoiding eyes contact. Peter can sense you being distant, he squeezes your hips to try and get your attention but no reaction. He bites his lip, knowing it’s serious.

“Baby?” he says, no answer. Shit.

“(Y/N)?” He says again. You look at him this time. Your eyes meeting his tired ones. Your eyebrows raise, waiting for him to speak.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice soft and crackly. What’s wrong?! The rage bubbles inside of you but you keep it under control.

“Nothing.” You respond coldly.  He sighs at your answer, knowing full well something is indeed wrong.

“You can talk to me, love. Tell me what’s wrong.” He begs, wanting you to tell him what’s bothering your mind. You shut your eyes and take in a deep breath. Trying to keep your emotions in check.

“We’ll talk afterwards.” You say, continuing taking care of his wounds.

The rest of the time is silent. You concentrating on his cuts on his face. Once you’re done he stands up and walks to his drawer to get his clothes. You stop at the doorframe and lean your shoulder against the doorframe. Peter pulls up his pants and pulls out a t-shirt. Before he could put it on you say.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Peter stops dead in his tracks, heat rising in his chest from the anxiety of possibly losing you.

“What?” He says, voice hurt and soft.

The look in his eyes is enough to break the coldest of hearts but you couldn’t keep doing this to yourself anymore. You had to put your foot down.

“I want to break up.” You say, trying to keep your voice steady but failing at the last word. You cast your eyes downward, not wanting to meet his brown ones.

“What? Why?” He asks, desperately. His eyes tearing again. You couldn’t look at him knowing that you will cry too.

“I can’t stand the sight of you hurt and barely standing.” You look at him. “The sight of you nearly died in my arms. The sight of you putting more and more pressure on yourself and you barely being able to hold it.” You add, along with tears running down your face. You let out the emotions that you’ve been holding in, it felt good to finally let the toxic ones out. It’s Peter’s turn to look down at the ground. You step closer.

“I don’t want to be the girl that has to be given the news that her boyfriend, the one that she loves so deeply that that thought of a mere cat scratch on his body frightens her, is dead. Peter, I love you so much but it breaks my heart every time you tumble in through that window, preparing my self for the worst but it’s always worse than what I expect.” Your position is now in front of him. Him looking you right in the eye with his defeated and broken look.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. His voice breaking. Tears going freely down his cheeks.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” You spit, maybe a little too harshly but your emotions don’t have a stop button at this point. You start walking towards the door, ready to leave. Peter’s eyes widen and rush towards you. Not wanting you to leave his life.

“No, baby, ple-“ He begs, grabbing a hold of your wrist to stop you. You spin around, a new wave of tears roll down your cheeks when he touches you. The familiar spark rushing through your arm. The same touch that he would gently use on you. No ounce of aggressiveness or violence. The tough you will severely miss.

“I’m not your ‘baby’ anymore.” You say, pain evident in your voice. At this Peter’s grip loosens and his arm drops to his side, lifeless.

You reach for the doorknob again but an idea sparks in his mind. He takes your forearms and spins you around. Your back colliding with the door. Your faces inches apart. You can feel the sexual tension rise up in the air. Peter’s eyes move from your eyes to your lips, his face slowly closing in on yours, still giving you a chance to back away. You don’t too invested in him to move away. His lips part to speak.

“If this is going to be the last night together, please let me make you feel good one last time.” He begs, for the last time. Your eyes are locked on his lips, all you can muster is a small nod. It’s all Peter needs to crash his lips with yours. You suck in a breath from the intensity of the kiss, feeling all the emotions through his lips. His anger, hurt, pain, love. Everything. Your eyes flutter shut, your shoulders relax You wrap your arms around his neck, weaving your fingers in his hair. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He pulls you away from the door and you can feel him guiding you to his bed. He breaks away from the kiss, panting slightly from the intense emotions rushing through his veins. He pushes your shoulders down slightly, prompting you to sit. You do so and you’re faced with his tones abs, you couldn’t help but slightly drag your fingers along the indents of his muscles, noticing all the scars from previous battles. Your fingers glide over a silvery, white scar just above his hip bone. The painful memories of him nearly dying in your arms, his weak state.

Peter notices your change in emotions and kneels down to be eye level with you. Before you could say anything you part your lips.

“I love you so much, Peter.” The love and purity in your voice are enough to bring tears to your eyes and to his.

His glossy eyes lock on to yours and what he says is music to your ears.

“I love you too (Y/N)”

You give him a small smile and lift your arm to cradle his bruised jaw in your hand. He leans into your touch. His hand comes up to take yours in his.

“I’m going to make you feel good okay, baby.” He says gently. You nod your head in agreement.

“Lie back for me.” He instructs. You do so and you slowly lean your body down until it lands on the soft blanket under you. Your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Peter leans up to give you a quick peck before striping you of your clothing.

Everything is done with so much care and love. His fingers drag themselves down your naked chest, making their way down towards the lining of your leggings. He pulls them off of you along with your underwear.  He kneels back down in front of your core. He takes your legs and drapes them over his shoulders, spreading them apart.

Your breath hitches when his chapped lips plant soft kisses on your inner thighs. His kisses move higher and higher and eventually they make contact with your core. Your back arches at the gentle contact. He carries on placing soft kiss along your slit. You tangle your fingers in his hair and press face deeper, telling him that you want more. He understands and licks a stripe up your core, stopping at your clit where he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking gently. You throw your head back and a soft moan escapes your lips. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on you. He stops sucking and carries on licking your core. He stiffens his tongue and enters you. Your body starts to shake in pleasure, feeling the burning in your stomach burn hotter and hotter.

You’re about to cum but Peter removes his face from your heat. You protest but you’re interrupted by his soft, cute giggle.

“Patience, love.” He ways before stripping himself of his pants and underwear. You shimmy your self up the bed to make space for Peter to climbs on top of you. Once he hovers over you your hand reaches so it wraps around his member. He bites his bottom lip at your touch but gently pries your hand off him. You look at him in confusion.

“It’s all about you tonight, darling” He rasps in your ear. You nod your head, leaning up to connect your lips with his. He reaches to his dresser to get a condom but you stop him, wanting to feel him on a more intimate level. His eyes widen at your request.

“But-“ He starts but you shush him.

“Trust me.” You whisper. He nods his head slowly and takes his shaft in his hand. He guides it into you. You moan at the pressure build up. He fully enters you. You feel so much closer to Peter, emotionally. You can’t let this boy go, it will be torture for the both of you. You wrap your legs around his waist He moans as he goes in deeper. He stills inside of you, scared to move from the new feeling of being bare inside you.

“Move Peter.” You say, desperately wanting him to move.

He starts thrusting inside of you slowly and intimately. Your heart could explode any second from the amount and intensity of love pouring from him to you.  The pit in your stomach starts to burn, a subtle heat diffusing through your body. Your hands rest on his shoulders, squeezing every now and then from the immense pleasure he is giving you. You feel yourself about to release and word vomit makes it’s way out of your mouth after the realisation that no other man will ever make you feel the way Peter makes you feel.

“I can’t let you go.” You whisper, more to yourself but by the closeness of your bodies, he hears it too.

“Then don’t,” he replies back before targeting your neck with kisses. At his action you couldn’t help but release, Peter’s name leaves your lips as you do so. You clench around his bare cock and cum around him. The clenching of your core is enough to prompt Peter’s release. You feel his hot white cum spurt inside you, filling you up.

Peter stills, letting his orgasm wash over him before he pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of you. He falls down next to you and pulls you into his side. Even though you’re both sweaty and sticky you don’t have the energy to care. A few minutes of silence go by before you speak up.

“Peter?” You call, your voice raspy and tired.

“Hm?” Peter replies, too tired to speak. You feel like you need to get your words out before he falls asleep.

“I will stay with you if you promise me that you’ll put less pressure on yourself and know that you’re a living, breathing person that needs to take care of themselves.” You suggest. Peter’s chest rises up when he breathes in and lets out a sigh.

“For you, anything.” He whispers, kissing your head softly. A smile makes its way to your face. Happy that you don’t have to leave him. You’re about to say something but your words are interrupted by a loud snore. You giggle softly at your exhausted boyfriend. You give his chest a soft kiss before letting yourself fall asleep.

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Electricity.

Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Word account: 2k

“Don’t go to war for me" 

A/N: Here is the first chapter. This one is basically for you to know every character and the relationships they have. Promise the next one will be longer. I hope you like what I’ve planning. As always, English is not my first language so, please, feel free to warn me about any misspelled word. Enjoy.

Sweat all over her face. Fast foot steps. Heavy breath. Heart pulsing as it was going to rip out of her chest. Adrenaline running through her veins. The electricity could be felt on her muscles.

Entering an alley, her hands came up in a disappointment sign. With a loud wheeze, she gave her back to the giant wall only to meet with a very angry face.

"You need to stop running away.” He said.

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things we never say

pairing: FWB!Tom Holland x Reader

summary: you and tom have some sort of unspoken connection

words: 1.5k

warnings: uh language, and some suggestive material, maybe some angst? I guess

a/n: based on the song things we never say by bad bad hats bc i love that song ok

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Dating Tom Holland would include

I was thinking about getting into writing for Tom Holland as well..What do you guys think? 

  • First date was really awkward and he was sure that you never wanted to see him again
  • But he was pleasantly surprised when you kissed his cheek goodbye telling him that you wanted to do this again. He walked down the stairs from your house with a goofy smile on his face while his thoughts well filled with images of you. 
  • He called you the next day his voice sounding nervous as he asked you out on a second date
  • You were the one who initiated your guys first kiss and Tom could not be more glad because if it was up to him he would end kissing your nose or your eyeball because of how nervous he was. 
  • After that first kiss and seeing the dreamy look on your face and the shy smile your lips Tom felt more confident and leaned in for another kiss basically taking your breath away
  • At first you guys wanted to keep your relationship a secret only telling a few close friends, but somehow when the paps got a picture of you guys kissing in the backseat of a taxi everything came out into the open 
  • Tom was secretly glad that everyone had found out, because now he could proudly share you with the world. Hold your hand, kiss you, and hug you whenever he wanted. 
  • Playing with Tessa together 
  • Him being excited to show you around England
  • Making fun of him for basically being a walking meme
  • Gentle kisses whenever one of you is feeling down 
  • Quick make out sessions in his trailer before he has to be on set
  • You being obsessed with spider man as much as he is and he loves it
  • him accidentally giving away spoilers about the avengers much to your pleasure. 
  • Being nervous to meet each others family
  • Him proudly introducing you as his girl friend to everyone
  • Becoming really close with his mom 
  • Both of you being nervous  first time you guys have sex 
  • But once you guys are more comfortable with each others body its a different story 
  • Him being jealous when you fan-girl over meeting the male cast of the avengers 
  • Him always finding an excuse to be close to you-hold your hand, place his arm around your shoulder, or on your waist…
  • Him bringing you on set whenever he can 
  • going to an awards show with him and gushing about how proud you are of him and making him blush 
  • Him becoming a soft teddy bear whenever he gets tired and wants to cuddle
  • You swooning over his accent making him laugh
  • Long passionate kisses at the airport after not seeing each other for so long not a care in the world about who was watching 
  • Pulling away from you a little out of breath he would smile down at you before pulling you flush against him in a tight bone crushing hug whispering in your ear about how much he missed you. 
  • Him driving you crazy when he walks around the house with just his boxers lowly hanging on his hips. He would have a smirk on his lips the whole time knowing exactly what he did to you
  • You doing the same to him when you walk around in just one of his t-shirt and your underwear. You can feel his gaze moving across your body up and down appreciating your every curve. 
  • Him asking you to be the big spoon sometimes when you cuddle
  • Him making plans with your sister/mom about the best way to propose to you
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Snow Fall

Summary: Y/N experiences her first snow.

AN: day 1 of my christmas celebration yay!!!! reposting this because it wouldn’t show up in the tags ugh

Tom Holland x Reader

The cold, brisk air kissed my cheeks. I was still getting used to winter in London, well winter in general really. A thick coat was wrapped around my body and a fluffy scarf was coiled around my neck. All these layers were on me but my main source of warmth was coming from my boyfriend’s body being very close to mine.

We were sat on a park bench with cups of hot chocolate in our hands. Tom had one of his arms draped across my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder. There was one earphone in each of our ears, the soft melody playing in our ears. I felt Tom’s hand brush through my hair. I brought the cup to my lips and sipped the drink, the hot liquid warming me up immediately. I rubbed underneath my nose and wiped the snot that was starting to drip.

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Domestic

Summary: Moving into Peter and your’s new apartment.

AN: i have so many peter parker feels andsjkadnks i miss him so much

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //

“Why did we pack so much stuff?” I groaned.

The two boxes in my arms threatened to fall. I used my knee to stabilize them as I leaned against the wall. The weight of the boxes had me stumbling a little but I kept on climbing up the stairs of the small apartment complex.

“Well, you did bring your whole bookshelf, babe.” Peter said from behind me. I would feel his hand on the small of my back when I would stumble a bit. “I can carry those boxes for you, you know?”

I rolled my eyes at my boyfriend. “Just because you’re all super and stuff doesn’t mean you have to do all the heavy lifting. I’m tough, I can carry my own boxes.” Peter just chuckled.

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Typical Me pt. 2 - Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 4398

summery: You go to London to celebrate the New Year, but a blue eyed guy messes up all of your plans. 

A/N: I’m warning you guys, this one contains some (poorly written) smut. And yeah. There’s at least one more part! So tell me what you think, and just write me a message if you want to be on the taglist! I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please tell me what you think! I’ve had this one planned for a while now!

31st of december

You had spent most of the night switching between making out and just talking. When you finally fell asleep, Harrison couldn’t. He just held you close, and placed small kisses in your hair. Much later than you, he managed to fall asleep, and a smile stayed on his lips.

This was how Tom found you, close to noon next day. You were still wearing the makeup from last night, and Harrison’s mouth and neck, was covered in the lipstick that had previously been on your lips. Tom couldn’t help but take a picture of his sleeping friend. Harrison had done the same to him, so why not get some payback?

“Guys! There’s 13 hours left of this year. Time to get up. We have to pick up food and stuff” Tom said loudly, after having placed his phone safely in his pocket.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Tom leaning against the doorframe. He had a smug smile on his face, and you tried to hide your face in Harrison’s chest.

“What are you guys doing for New Years? Do you have any plans?” You asked. Your words got a bit muffled against Harrison’s skin, but it was still understandable.

“The same as last year. We’re going to get some food, and smoke a cigar. Then we’ll watch the fireworks from here, because we got one of the best views in all of London. Then we’ll meet up with some friends and go for drinks. Properly with my brothers, since they’re actually 18 now” Tom said, as Harrison started moving a bit.

“Yeah. Food, cigar, fireworks, drinks. Perfect way to enter a new year” He mumbled, before even opening his eyes. “Good morning, by the way”

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, as you sat up.

“First off, I think you need get yourself. And Haz. Cleaned up a little” Tom commented, as you took a better look at Harrison. The color of your cheeks almost matched the color of your lipstick, on Harrison’s neck.

“What are you talking about?” Harrison asked with a tired voice.

“You got some. Uh. Lipstick. On your neck” You said, a wide smile on your lips. There was something about it, that made him look hot.

“It’s not really your color, Haz. Oh, and since I picked up the food last year, you get to do it this year. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to borrow your girlfriend to decorate this place a little” Tom winked, as he left the bedroom.

“Girlfriend? That’s not. We’re not. I mean. I wouldn’t mind. But no” You said flustered. “It’s too soon, right?”

“Yeah. Totally. Way too soon. I wouldn’t mind either, but. Too soon” Harrison was just about as flustered as you, and you felt yourself biting your lip.

“We should. Maybe get up?” You said, getting up from the bed. “I’ll just take a shower, if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll just. Yeah” He managed to get out, as you found something to wear in your bag, and walked into the bathroom. Your ankle was doing much better today, but you were still limping a bit.

You didn’t bother to lock the door. Harrison didn’t dare go in there, when he knew you were taking a shower, and you for some reason, you just assumed Tom wouldn’t either. While you were washing your hair, you heard the door open. The glass to the shower wasn’t clear, so they couldn’t see you, but they could very much see your silhouette, and that was enough to make you panick.

“Y/n! Harrison just left to pick up the food. He’ll be back in like an hour or two” Tom’s voice said, and you instinctively tried to cover your body with your arms.

“Any reason to why you need to tell me that, right now? That couldn’t wait till I got out of the shower?” You asked, the anxiety clear in your voice.

“I actually just wanted to tell you, that I think you should wear some fancy underwear. That sounded way less creepy in my head. What I’m trying to say is, there is so much sexual tension between the two of you, and I know it would turn Harrison so much on” Tom said, and you moved your head outside of the glass, so you could look at him. He was standing with his back against you, not even taking a little peak at you. “And that still sounds creepy, great job Tom”

“This is so awkward, and I’m not really that comfortable with being butt ass naked while you’re in the room. Give me. 5 minutes, and I’ll be out. Then we’ll talk about my underwear situation” You said, as you put your head under the shower head once again.

***

“That was 7 minutes, but I forgive you” Tom said from the couch, as you left the bathroom.

“And I forgive you for walking into the bathroom while I was in the shower, to talk to me about my underwear” you fired back, as you limped your way to the couch. For now, you had decided to try without the crutches.

“Back to that. You’re a really nice girl, and I think Harrison really likes you. The whole night evening last night, I was just waiting for you guys to kiss each other, and I think you ended up doing just that. But the sexual tension is still there, and I know my best friend. He can’t not act on it, and I just want you to be prepared for that. Maybe even make sure that you feel really good about yourself too” He said, suddenly seeming serious.

“Are you always so involved in your friends’ sex life?” You asked, looking at him in utter surprise.

“No. Just with Harrison. And it’s because I really want this to work out. I mean, I love him, but sometimes he has a horrible taste in girls. You’re great, so I’m rooting for you. I’ve never seen him get a crush this fast” Tom smiled kindly, and you just shook your head.

“Well. I’ll tell right now that he is fully capable to not act on it. I really thought it was going to happen last night, I wanted it to happen, but he stopped. He said he wanted to do it right, and that it mattered. I’m flattered, but. I kinda just wanted it to happen” You had no clue to why you were sharing this with Tom, but you were. You were cursing at yourself as your mouth kept talking, giving Tom too much information.

“Just take control then! When he has talked to me about girls he’s been with, he’s the most excited about the girls who took control. Trust me, he like to the dominant one, but he’s a sucker for a girl who knows what she wants” Tom let out, and you couldn’t believe this situation was real.

“You do realize that this is so not normal, right? This is everything but normal. You shouldn’t know so much about his sex life! And you shouldn’t tell me! I think I appreciate it, because otherwise it might not happen tonight, but It’s really not normal” You looked at him without blinking, as you tried to get him to understand how strange this was. “Also, I didn’t bring any fancy underwear, because. This wasn’t exactly part of my plan?”

“There’s a lingerie shop nearby. I’ll get my brother to hold up Harrison, while we go shopping?” He offered. “Also. Are you still drunk from last night? Because this is way less awkward than I thought It would be”

“I’m pretty sure I am, yeah”

***

As you stood in the changing room, looking at your reflection in the red lingerie set, you started to feel insecure. What if Harrison didn’t like the naked you? You didn’t feel comfortable or sexy in this set, so why would he think you were?

“Do you have it on?” Tom asked. When you said yes, he put his head inside the changing room, making you jump in surprise.

“Yeah, but I don’t like it. It’s the right size, but it’s not a very good fit” You admitted, already it off, and moving on to the next set. It was a pink set, with a cute little bow. When you put it on, you realized just how much push up was in the bra. You feels like your boobs was pushed up to your neck, and you quickly moved on to the next one.

Why was it so hard to buy underwear? Everything looked quite in the store, but when you put in on, it was never right. Wither the band was a little too tight, and you didn’t like the fold it made in your skin. Just as you felt like giving up, Tom handed you a set.

It was a simple set. It was just black with black lace. The bra was strapless, but still fit you perfectly. Tom had given you a matching thong that you decided you weren’t going to try on. It was mostly lace, and it only covered what it needed too. Even with just the bra on, you felt like this was the set. It was comfortable, and you liked what you saw in your reflection.

“Y/n, I’m coming in” Tom said, as he hurried into the changing room

“What are you doing?!” You whisper yelled, looking at him with wide eyes.

“You look hot in that. If Harrison wasn’t my best friend, I would totally try to steal you from him” He commented, giving you an approving nod.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” You asked, the insecurity coming back. You were far from an underwear model, and he had properly been with girls much prettier than you.

“I know he’ll love it” Tom smiled to you in the mirror.

“I think this is the one then” You smiled widely, before giving Tom a soft push. “Now get the hell out of here, because you’re being wired again”

***

As the evening got closer, you all changed to some more formal clothes. Tom and Harrison was both wearing a suit. Tom was wearing a bowtie, but Harrison wore a slim tie. You on the other hand, had had a dress prepared from home, and you were going to wear that.

It was a simple dress, in a navy blue. It went to just below your knees. It was tight around your chest, and a band made it fit your waist perfectly. The skit of the dress loosely fell down alongside your hips. If you spun around, the fabric would go straight out to the side. You felt like a princess going to the ball. You had decided to wear a pair of heels. It was a short boot, so it managed to support your ankle just fine. The final piece to the puzzle, was the red lipstick on your lips. It was the same from last night, and if things went the way you wanted them to, the lipstick wouldn’t just be on your lips.

Tom and Harrison was already preparing the dinner and setting the table. The food was already made, so they only preparing they needed to do, was heat it. You had a feeling that they might actually manage to screw that up, so as soon as you were done getting ready, you entered the kitchen to check on everything.

“Y/n?” You heard Harrison say. You turned around to face him, waiting for him to say something. After a couple of seconds, he finally opened his mouth. “I forgot what I wanted to say. I’m sorry. You looked really amazing. And I think you actually made me forget what I wanted to say”

You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks, as you blushed. You couldn’t quite find the words to respond with, so you just stood there, smiling like a fool.

“He wanted to ask what you wanted to drink. And if you wanted to join us with a cigar later tonight” Tom said, as he walked up behind Harrison.

“Oh. I’m fine with just water. I want to remember the whole night, so I’m skipping the alcohol tonight. And no cigar. I don’t smoke” You smiled, walking towards the dining table.

“Neither do we. It’s just a new years tradition. One of the only nights we smoke” Harrison explained, as he pulled out your chair.

“I know. A lot of my friends does it too. I just don’t want to ruin my lungs” You smiled, as you sat down at the table.

“I hardly doubt that one cigar is going to ruin your lungs. Tom even bought the good ones this year” Harrison said, as he sat down next to you.

“I think I’ll pass. I can’t even smoke a whole cigarette when I’m drunk, so I’ll never make my way thought a cigar” You said, as Tom sat down across from you.

“You get a blow of mine, if you’d like” Harrison said, not realizing how wrong that sounded in your head. If you were going to be honest, you properly wouldn’t mind giving him a blow, but you weren’t going to be that forward. Not while sober, and most definitely not in front of Tom.

“We’ll see. Maybe” You tried your hardest not to smirk, not even considering the cigar anymore. You just wanted to follow up from last night, and every time you looked at Harrison that feeling only grew stronger.

The night went on perfectly. You sat for several hours, just talking while you ate. You remembered what Harrison said, about not wanting to have sex while drunk, so you stayed away from the alcohol all night. After an hour, Harrison realized what you were doing, and he didn’t even touch the wine after that. Tom noticed, but decided not to say anything.

Around 22:30, you started to clear out the table, as the boys went into Tom’s bedroom to smoke their cigars. As you walked past the open door, you caught a glimpse of Harrison with the cigar in his mouth. Him sitting there, in suit and tie, with a cigar, reminded you of a 1930’s mafia boss. It’s something that you never thought would turn you on, but it most definitely did.

It didn’t take you long to put the dishes in the dishwasher, and as soon as the kitchen looked almost clean, you went in to join the boys. They had taken a sweat in the two chairs Tom had in his room. You could’ve just sat on the bed, but you decided to walk to Harrison, and just sit on his lap.

“Y/n, you know. We could get you another chair” Tom commented, and you and Harrison just looked at each other.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked you, a slick smile on his lips.

“Yeah. What about you?” You tried to hold back a laugh, and it caused you to smirk.

“I’ve got a pretty girl on my lap. You could be stabbing me, and I still wouldn’t complain” His eyes drifted between your eyes and your lips, but before he even had the chance to make a move, you made it for him. With a hand wrapped around his tie, you pulled him in for a quick kiss. The taste of the cigar filled your mouth, but you didn’t mind.

“I swear to god, if you guys keep making out, I will find another chair, so you’re not sitting that close” Tom said, making you break the kiss.

“You’re just mad because you’re alone” Harrison fired, making you giggle.

***

When the clock hit 23:30, Tom was getting restless. You were still sitting comfortably on Harrisons lap. When he had finished his cigar, he had wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body.

“This has been great, but I’ve promised my mother that I would enter the new year with her, so I’m going to leave you guys now. I won’t be back for at least two hours, so. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, I guess” Tom said, before he quickly left, leaving you and Harrison on your own.

“You know the big window in my room? With the view on London eye? I thought we could watch the fireworks from there” Harrison said, still holding on to you.

“Sounds good to me” You whispered in his ear. You enjoyed being this close to him. Something about him made you feel safe.

“Hang on” He said, as he put one of his arms under your legs, and carefully lifted you. You put your arms around his neck, with your head still resting against his chest. When you entered his bedroom, he placed you on the bed. Lifted his duvet, and placed it on the floor. He moved on, and put some blanket there as well, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you going to kill me now? Isn’t that what you said a couple of days ago” You smiled, as he finally turned his attention to you. With just a few steps, he was with you again, gracefully lifting you, and laying you down on the duvet.

“That was before I started to fall in love with you” He said in a loving tone, as he let himself fall on top of you. He held his weight on his arms. One of his legs were placed between yours, and he just looked at you with those lovely blue eyes.

“What is your plan then? There still 20 minutes till midnight, so aren’t we a bit early?” You asked, as your started to feel a little nervous. Harrison’s eyes drifted to your lips, as you started biting it. Him being so close to you, made you nervous, but it was a good nervous.

“I think it’s just enough time” He whispered, as he leaned down to kiss you. The butterflies in your stomach started going crazy, and your hands went up to his tie. You pulled him closer to you, desperate to feel him close to you.

He was quick to flip the two of you around, so he was laying under you. You placed a knee on each side of his hips, holding most of your weight on your legs. You deepened the kiss, while your body automatically grinded against his. You could feel him growing under you, and it only added to the passion in the kiss.

You broke the kiss, and stood up. He pushed himself up to his elbows, and kept his gaze on you, as you started to slowly take off your dress. When you were left in just your underwear, his eyes grew a bit, while he licked his lips.

“Damn” Was all he could say, as you made your way down on the duvet again. Once again you pulled his tie, this time pulling him up to a sitting position, before connecting your lips once again. While your lips were busy with his, your hands started working on his clothes. Before long, the jacket was tossed across the room, and your fingers were fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

When you had opened the last button, he broke the kiss to take of the shirt and tie. His mouth found its way to your neck, where he left a trail of soft kisses. You moved your head to the side, giving him more space. When he started sucking on your sensitive skin, you let out a moan, which made him smile against your neck.

“I think I just found my favorite sound” He said in a raspy voice. He pulled back, so he could look you in the eye, and you took the chance to gentle push him down on his back, as you stood up once more. When he pushed himself up on his elbows again, he saw you removing your underwear, leaving just in your heels. You moved back down to your spot over him, and this time he couldn’t wait anymore.

He flipped you around, leaving on your back, as he got up and undressed himself, and put on a condom. While he was standing, you took your time to really look at him. The tone core, that moved down to barely visible v-line. Your eyes kept going down, and you were far from disappointed with what you saw.

He moved down on his knees, but he didn’t hover over you, like you had done with him. He was sitting between your legs, and you spread your legs to give him more room. His head moved down, and he placed light kisses along your inner thigh, and he slowly made his way up your body. You closed your eyes, as your breathing started to get harder, and allowed yourself to melt into his touch.

As he made his way up your stomach, you suddenly felt his cool finger on your clit. He gently moved his finger around, causing you to let out another moan. It didn’t take long, before you felt his fingers moving inside you, and you started moving your lower body to feel more of him. His mouth coming close to your breasts, and he carefully started nibbling on sensitive skin. Your breathing was increasing, and you mind couldn’t focus. The pleasure from his mouth and fingers blurring your mind, and it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

“Are you ready, love?” He asked, removing his mouth from your breast, and moving closer to your mouth. His fingers were still working their magic, and you just gave him a nod. Your blurred mind couldn’t find the words, but it didn’t need to. He positioned himself, and another moan escaped your lips as he entered you. He worked in a slow pace, that gradually got faster, and you felt yourself moving along with him. The room was filled with both of your moans, as you both got closer to a climax.

“Oh, god” Harrison moaned, as his thrusts started to become a bit sloppy. You arched your back, as you reached your high, your body tensing up, driving Harrison over the edge with you. Just before his last thrust, the first fireworks went off, reminding you of the new year.

After the both of you came, he let himself fall down beside you. You were both trying to catch your breath, as you looked at each other. You smiled widely, before rolling onto your stomach, so you could see the firework. Harrison got up, threw away the condom, and placed a blanket over you, before joining you under it.  

“That was” He started, but he lost his words while he looked at you, captivated by the beauty of the lights in the sky.

“Amazing” You finished, as you looked to your side, to see something even more beautiful that the firework. “We definitely entered the new year with a bang”

1st of January

You had gone to sleep in just your thong, and one of Harrison’s t-shirts and he had slept in just a pair of boxers. His arms had been around you all night, and when the morning came along, none of you wanted to leave the bed. You had woken up around 9, so for 2 hours you had just been talking, which sometimes got interrupted by a kiss.

“I really enjoyed last night” He said, looking at you with those loving eyes. “I don’t know how, but I somehow managed to fall in love with you in 4 days”

“You’re not the only one, and it really sucks” You had a sad smile on your lips, as the reality hit you. In less than 24 hours, you would be on a plane going home. Your plane at 8 tonight, and you needed to be at the airport a few hours before departure.  

“What are you talking about?” He asked, the sad expression in his eyes breaking his heart.

“I’m going home tonight. You’re the first guy I really like, and I can’t be with you” You explained, as he pulled you even closer to him.

“Can’t you stay? Just a couple of days more?” He asked, and you wished you were able to say yes.

“I have to get back for school. I can’t stay. I might transfer to a school in London to summer, but then I need to keep my grades up” You didn’t want to leave. You just wanted to stay in your bubble. You just wanted to stay here, where you felt completely safe.

“We’ll keep in touch. It seems like forever, but I think I can wait for you till the summer. I want to at least try” He said, making your heart melt a little. A guy, whom you’ve only known for 4 days, was willing to wait over 6 months for you.

“Deal”

***

You felt a lump in your throat, as you hugged Harrison goodbye. Him and Tom had driven you to the airport, and now you had to say goodbye. You were wearing one of his hoodies. He had insisted that you kept it, so you did.

You had spent the whole day in bed, cuddling while watching movies. You had tried to distract yourself from the fact that you were leaving. You knew that you were coming back, but it just seemed so far into the future.

As you were standing there, his arms around you, not yet ready to let go, your felt the words form in your mouth. The reasonable part of you knew it was much too soon, but the words still left your mouth. You had never fallen so hard, and so fast for someone, and just like in every love song, you felt like he might be the one.

“I think I love you” You whispered, as you felt your eyes getting wetter.

“Good, because I’m getting pretty sure that I love you” He said, as a sad laugh left him. You knew the clock was ticking, and that you couldn’t drag out the time any longer. You said your final goodbyes, and you promised to text him as soon as you landed. As you got on the plane, realization hit you.

“I never got his number”

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Shameless | Peter Parker X Reader Drabble

I’m sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy :)

Summary:  Drabble where Peter and the Reader go to Victoria Secret & Peters really cute about it.

Words: 505

As someone who rather enjoys these shops and has a pretty large collection, this was fun to imagine.

Also: An apology to the person who requested this, It took me a while to write but I hope you enjoy this :)

Peter had nothing against going into shops such as Victorias secret with you, in fact he rather enjoyed it. (Not as much as he enjoyed seeing them later on in the bedroom). He’d happily stroll through the stores, picking up items he felt you’d love.

He’d walk into the pink, girly store, hand in hand with no trace of shame.

It was cute really, considering that when you first got together his cheeks would’ve turned a vibrant shade of red if he even simply walked past Victoria’s secret with you. But seven months later he stood by your side as if it was the most normal thing in the world which at this point, it was.

“What about this one angel? This dark blue-ish colour always looks amazing on you” Peter holds up the dark blue, laced bra. Your eyes instantly widen and you run your fingers over the elegant fabric. He’d picked up the right size and everything.

“I love it!” You smile, pecking Peters cheek and taking it from his hands.

You two continue looking around, picking up an item here and there or stopping to show Peter something. He follows, not complaining once.

In the end he ends up taking the garments from your hands, holding them happily.

Peter wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. “Do I get to see them on you when we get back?” He asks. You laugh lightly and shake your head.

“In time” You hold up an item, feeling unsure whether or not you should add it to the pile. “What do you think of this one?” You ask

“Nah, you have a pair just like that already” He says and you nod, putting it down.You tilt your head slightly to met Peters gaze and press your lips to his softly. 

Peter manages to keep a hold of the pile of VS garments while still keeping his arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

On the other side of the store you catch a girl flashing your boyfriend what could easily be flirty glances, though he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her and instead the garments on the table in front of you.

Peters eyes scanned the table, waiting for things to pop out at him, one’s that he knew you didn’t already own and you’d like. After going on multiple shopping trips like this one he was aware of your preferences. He was almost unaware when you turned your neck, his lips only inches apart from yours until you pecked him on the cheek.

You kiss him again, meeting his lips this time and you can’t help the large smile that makes it’s way onto your face when his arms tighten around your waist and he sways your bodies to the side ever so slightly.

“What was that for?” Peter asks when you pull away, not before letting out a breathe of air first.

“What? Can’t I kiss my marvellous boyfriend now” You wink, going back to the selection.

Needless to say, it was an enjoyable shopping trip on both you and Peters part.

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Fight // Peter Parker

word count: 3,374

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warnings: cussing, fighting, it’s literally the airport scene in civil war

summary: the avengers found themselves being torn apart by the accords. now, tony’s daughter has to make the decision for herself and figure out which team she’s really fighting for.

a/n: yeah hey hello. so i watched civil war (again) because i had a snow day and i got this idea. this follows the plot of civil war (the airport scene and beyond) but i had change some of the dialogue and events that occurred. there will be two parts after this one! enjoy.

part two // part three

The Stark name was well known for many reasons. Wealth, the Avengers, a lot of things really. One of the things the name stood for: loyalty.

Maybe it wasn’t obvious to many but the Avengers especially knew how loyal the Starks were. Tony himself had proved his dedication over and over again by saving lives. He was out there to make a difference in the world, to keep everyone safe.

You? Well, the world had only good things to say about Y/N Stark and that was the truth. While Tony got in his fair share of backlash for his actions, you were there to pick up the pieces and string everything back together. You stayed where you heart was.

Loyalty became an evident issue for not only you, but the whole team as the Sokovia Accords came to play. You each had a tough decision to make and honestly, you were terrified to see how it played out.

“What do you mean you aren’t signing them?” Your father looked at you in disbelief while you sat at the counter.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Dad, I know Steve wouldn’t just disagree for no reason. There’s something more behind this, just please trust me.”

Tony shook his head, pulling his glass from his face. “You’re going against me on this, Y/N?”

Suddenly, you felt like a little kid all over again. It was just like you had been busted with your hand in the cookie jar and lied about it. You didn’t like it one bit. “You’re asking me to choose between my family here, Dad. You can’t expect this to be easy on me.”

“No, you’re right,” Tony scoffed, “But I at least expected you to be on my side. It’s not like I’m your dad or anything.”

You kept your eyes on the counter, feeling guilty about doubting him already. You were in a tough spot. Yes, you knew the Avengers had crossed lines and needed to be in check but at the same time, you knew there was more to Steve’s side than just freedom.

“Look, I can’t give you an answer yet, okay? I need to talk to Steve and I need to sort this out on my own.” You looked up at your father, hoping to appear someone confident in your answer.

Tony looked at you and shrugged. “Fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and stood up. You needed to visit Steve in the training area and get this over with. “I already have your boyfriend on my side.”

You froze in your spot. “Peter said yes?”

Tony inhaled, knowing he had your attention. “Well, of course. You know, I bet he would want you on our team too, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, not daring to turn around because you knew you would give in. “I said I’ll think about it, okay?”

Tony shook his head as you continued walking. “Didn’t need you anyway, angel.”

His words hurt a little more than you wanted them to but you knew he just wanted a reaction out of you so you continued walking. When the training room came into view, you sprinted in. Steve was lifting weights as you approached.

“Hey, Mini. What’s up?” Steve set the weights down when he saw you. He had grown to call you Mini, seeing as you were a mini version of your father.

You shrugged, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. “Got into an argument with Dad.”

“Oh.” Steve nodded in understanding. “Well, we can get the punching bag out if you want. I’m sure he’ll let you do whatever you asked for soon.”

“No, um. This..This one was different, Steve. I don’t think I’m going to sign the Accords.” The hero looked at you in shock, prompting you to finish your statement. “You’re not the kind of person to just disagree without reasoning and I want to hear why. All of it.”

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Going to the gym with Tom

- Homeboy would be all about those early morning workouts to start the day off right. 

- He would have the alarm set for some ungodly hour, which made you cringe because you had decided that you were going to start working out with him. 

- The night before you would watch him set the alarm for 4:30 am, and you would let out an exasperated sigh. 

  • “Oh come on babe, its not that bad especially once we’re there”
  • “Says you, you work out all the time and are used to early mornings on set, I am quite content sleeping till noon thank-you”

- When the alarm went off the next morning you would groan before rolling over again, flipping the pillow over your head. 

  • “Come on babe lets go”
  • “Can’t I get like five more minutes, please” 

- He would actually pull you out of bed to get you to go

- On the drive over you wouldn’t even say anything as you had your hood pulled over your head trying to get a quick little nap in 

- When you were finally there Tom would have a whole routine put in place of what you were going to do 

- He’d start with a light little run around the track to get your blood pumping, he’d be cheering you on the whole time.

  • “Babe you’re doing great”, “One more lap lets go”
  • “Tom how do you have this much energy already?”

- You’d eventually move on to doing some weights and lifting, which meant you guys constantly checking each other out in the mirrors 

- Typical gym mirror pictures because he wants to show off and show you off

  • “Tom no stop I look disgusting, I’m all sweaty and gross”
  • “Babe you look hot” 
  • “Thats because I am” you’d be wiping the sweat off your face

- Eventually at the end you’d be cooling down, walking a lap around the track, before finishing off with some stretches 

- Tom would try to take some discreet photos of you stretching because he thought you looked really hot 

- On the drive home he’d be like “see it wasn’t even that bad” which you would reply with “for once Holland you’re actually right, and I get why you feel so good after the gym…” with a little wink and smirk

- Needless to say he would be a little turned on by the insinuation 

- When you got home you’d start peeling yourself out of your gross gym clothes (literally peeling as they had stuck to you)

  • “Tom I’m hitting the shower, can you make me a shake as well”

- You’d be in the shower, when all of the sudden you’d hear the door open and next thing you know there’s Tom behind you 

  • “We might as well save water babe” he’d place a kiss on your head, before actually starting to shower 

- Things would get a little steamy 😜 after that 

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Tom Holland x Reader oneshot inspired by Phoenix Ace Comic Con

This work is the result of me just watching a bunch of Tom Holland youtube interviews and procrastinating from revision. Accounting exams are a killer.

Warnings: fluff and smut (in second half).

Since I’ve written it, i’ve imagine it’s me (cos who doesn’t do that). So ‘Y/N’, in my head, is a woc and is 24.

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‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’

“I’m SO sorry!” Wide brown eyes stare back at you whist you’re busy freaking out. You fan your white shirt furiously, tugging it away from quickly reddening skin as you glare at the coffee stain spreading across your clothes.

It isn’t working. No amount of tugging at your clothes and dabbing at your shirt with napkins is making the large brown stain look any less ugly. You’re busy furiously mumbling, “This is not happening” again and again when it hits you that the reason you’re in this mess in the first place is because of the guy standing in front of you. Your focus shifts to him and you shoot him a menacing glare. Judging by the way he’s wincing, you congratulate yourself on getting the message across; you aren’t happy.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and-” He was rambling. Great. You growled low in your throat and cut him off mid rant.

“It’s fine.” Your clipped tone and snarl were in complete contradiction to your words.

“Er..is it?” he questioned and you found yourself squinting at him. Was this boy an idiot?!

“No, no it’s not actually. I have a meeting in 30 minutes so I don’t have enough time to go to a store and buy a new shirt. This meeting is very important and-” you squinted again as you eyed him. An idea struck and your expression changed drastically. You were now smiling at him.

“How guilty are you feeling?”

“Huh?” He was flummoxed by your mood change.

“So my meeting is with the account partner and I can’t screw this up. If I turn up looking like I can’t drink coffee without spilling it all over myself, I will 100% not get the promotion and then because I’m me and I hate failing at things, I’ll have to quit my job and if I quit, I’ll get deported because I’m here on a work visa so I mean, do you really wanna be the reason for me getting shipped off to a country with massive political unrest?! So tell me how guilty are you feeling right now?”

You were from England. So really, ‘deport’ and ‘political unrest’ were big words to be using. Then again ‘Brexit’ was a shit show. Still is.

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stark’s niece

request: Peter Parker x reader where she’s Tony’s niece and she lives with him since shes kind of a science whiz so she helps design Peter’s webs and Tony introduce them and Peter is sHOOK because he just fell in love with Y/N Stark and Tony is going to freak out if he finds out

a/n: there will be a part two, just comment or something if you want tagged in part 2!

You walk into your uncle’s lab, watching him walk away from whatever he was working on. He takes his glasses off, wiping his forehead. “Having trouble, uncle Tony?” You question, putting your backpack down on the nearest chair. 

“Yes, remember the spider kid I told you about?” Tony questions, handing you a lab coat and similar safety glasses. “He doesn’t know I’m making him a new suit, but I failed to ask him for his formula to his web design.”

“He doesn’t shoot webs himself?” You question, then you squinted. “No, never mind, don’t answer that question.”

Tony laughs, “He doesn’t shoot webs out of his butt, if that’s what you were wondering. He built a bracelet on his wrist, and I was duplicating it to be smaller and more mobile on his suit.”

“I can do it.” You offer. “We have a four day weekend, so I can try to get as much done as possible.”

“Good, because Peter’ll be here Monday afternoon.” Tony smiles, taking his things off. “I’ll be in upstairs with the Avengers.”

“Is Thor up there?” You beam, with a smile on your face.

“I’ll tell him you said hi.” Tony rolls his eyes. Thor was always your favorite Avenger, and Tony was always jealous of it. You laugh a little, watching him walk away. He comes back, and sticks his head in the door. “What do you want for dinner? No more Indian food!”

“You choose.” You laugh. “What time are we leaving?”

“Around ten, I have a lot to do.” He says. “You can leave early if you want. If you do-”

“Activate the alarm system, I know.”

Tony smiles then actually leaves that time. You smile, shaking your head as you look down at the formula equations he had down. You noticed the immediate problem and started to fix it. After almost two hours, you had the math right for the webs, you just needed Tony’s permission to work on the actual product, and you needed the suit.

When you get upstairs, and into the room where you heard the most noise. Inside is, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and you’re guessing Peter. You didn’t notice it, but Peter was staring at you as if he’d just seen an angel walk through that door. He started to get flustered as you approached, so he steps away to hide his crimson tinted cheeks. 

“Hello, lady (Y/N).” Thor waves at you, and you wave back. 

Tony smiles, “Did you figure out what I did wrong? Math was never my strong suit, and you’re a mini genius.” 

“Yes I did, I just wanted to make sure you knew I was getting physical.” You inform. “Also, I need the suit.”

“It’s not made yet, I was wondering if you could.” He smiles. “Everything is in the lab, I’ll even pay you to do it. You’re going to need his measurements, so he can work with you.”

Peter starts to walk over, his face still red this time you actually noticing. “(Y/N), this is Peter, Peter this is (Y/N). She’s designing your new suit, so follow her down to the lab, and don’t touch anything.”

He just nods, and follows you out of the doors and to the elevator. “D-Did you design it already?” He looks over to you to break the silence.

“No, I didn’t.” You smile slightly. “I’m started with the webs. You can help me design the suit to your liking, though.”

You two had the lab to yourselves since all the scientists and such weren’t needed today. You grab your backpack and you pull out your notebook. You sit next to Peter, and you look up at him. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, P-Peter Parker.” He furrows his eyebrows.

“I know that.” You laugh at his nervousness. “Your superhero name.”

“Spider-Man.” He replies, and you start brainstorming ideas. On the fourth sketch, Peter stops you. “I like that one.”

“Good because that was the last idea I had.” You chuckle. “I just need your measurements, then I’ll contact the professionals to actually get it made. You’ll most likely have it by Monday.”

“O-Okay.”

You search through a bunch of drawers until you find the body measuring tape, then you start with his waist. “What size shoe do you wear?” You question, ducking under his outstretched arms to check the size of his waist. “Seventy nine centimeters, write it down.”

“I wear a size nine.” He replies, leaning over to write down the measurement on the bottom of the sketch paper. Next you size his chest, standing face to face with him which made him really nervous again. 

“Ninety seven centimeters.” You smirk.

He doesn’t reply, he just rolls up his sleeve as your move to his bicep. Next was his neck, then his head which you weren’t really worried about yet. You wanted the actual body part of the suit to be made so you can get working on the webs. 

Peter got really flustered when you got to his legs, especially his thighs. You didn’t think anything of it, but Peter was, he was dreading you being so close to him because he gets flustered around pretty girls and he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous. “I’m done.” You stand up, writing the last measurement. “Where do you live?”

“Queens.” He replies.

“Wanna get something to eat with me? I don’t eat lunch at school, it’s terrible.” You say. “Unless you have to get home or something?”

“No, I can join.” He answers. “But I do have to be home before eleven.”

“I have my driver’s licence.” You grab your wallet, and hand it to him. “I’m a good driver, I just hate driving in New York, it’s pretty pointless. And since I’m only seventeen, Tony doesn’t want me driving around at night.”

Peter hadn’t even realized it started to get dark outside. “Are you related to Tony?” Peter questions, his eyes meeting yours in a sort of panicked look. 

“Yeah, why?” You chuckle, collecting your things. You grab the wallet he handed back to you, then took off your lab coat. “He’s my uncle.”

“There’s nothing wrong.” He shakes his head. “I was just wondering because I saw your last name is Stark.”

He walks beside you, out of the lab and into the elevator. When you two get upstairs, all of the Avengers were crowded around a table with the holographic screen up. “Was there a problem?” Tony questions.

“No, I got his measurements and everything. I’ll start on the webs tomorrow, me and Peter are going to grab something to eat.” You say, Tony walking over. “I still want dinner though.”

“Of course you do, you eat like your father.” Tony chuckles. “Be safe. Are you driving?”

“No, we’ll walk.” You say, looking at Peter. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He replies. 

“I need to talk to Peter first.”

You walk over to the Avengers, giving everyone a short a hug before asking what was happening. “Did I do something, Mr. Stark?” Peter asks Tony, as they walked toward the nearby window.

“I’m transferring her over to your school in a couple of days because frankly, you two are the biggest nerds ever and you two need to be around each other if something ever happens.” Tony puts his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “She can handle herself though, I taught her self defense.”

“O-Okay.” Peter nods, relieved Tony wasn’t kicking him off the team or something.

You and Peter ended up at Delmar’s Deli, you watching as Peter happily introduced you to Mr. Delmar in fluent Spanish. You raise your eyebrows in shock. “You speak Spanish?” You look at him, after shaking Mr. Delmar’s hand.

“Not fluently.” Peter shrugs. “I’m in Spanish three, but I only know certain sentences fluently.”

“I’m in French three.” You smirk. “I’m really interested in France and their culture, I want to visit there. I know for a regular senior trip, kids go to Florida or Maryland, but I want to go to France.”

“That’s a good opportunity.” Peter smiles. “Are you going?”

“I planned the trip out, I had all of the numbers and everything but Tony is still reluctant to let me travel out of the country alone.” You shrug. “After my father’s death, he’s been really over-protective which I don’t have a problem with.”

“I understand.” You look up at Peter when he replies. “I live with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben after my parents died in a plane crash. My Uncle Ben died too.”

“Peter, I’m sorry for your loss.” You put your hand on his shoulder. 

“Thank you.” He glances down, then back up to Mr. Delmar who was ready to take their orders. You just get the same as Peter, then you two sit at the tables to the far right of the diner. “You’ll be eighteen when you graduate. I’m not saying disobey him, but if you pay your own way you can go to France. Especially is it’s a dream of yours.”

You nod, “Yeah that’s true. But he won’t even let me get a job because my last name is Stark. I have money left from my parents that I want to use for college and Tony pays me to do things like making your suit. I didn’t even want paid, I just wanted to play in chemicals all day.” You give a grin, that makes him laugh.

“I don’t plan on being an Avenger all my life, I actually want to go to college.” Peter shrugs. “I mean I want to help, but I don’t want to dedicate my entire life to it, I know what comes with being a full time crime fighting Avenger and it seems tough.”

“Yeah, I understand.” You nod, with a smile. “I’m sure Tony’ll understand. I mean you’re only seventeen.” 

He looks at you odd. “I saw a file Tony had, I’m not creepy.” You immediately say, and he laughs. Peter gets up to get your food, and both of you eat at the table. After making jokes about the Avengers, and talking about his web creations, you two were leaving Queens. “You don’t have to walk me home, you know.”

“I know you’re a Stark and all, but I’m not letting you walk New York alone.” He looks down, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I can catch a cab back.”

“You can stay for dinner, maybe? Then I’ll drive you back later.” You check your watch and it’s only seven. “Tony said he might be home until ten though, so maybe we can just hang out at my place?”

“Yeah, I’ll text my Aunt.” Peter grabs his phone. When he texts her, you don’t make it noticeable that you were watching, but you saw his face go red like the times before. “She’s so embarrassing.” He mumbles.

“What happened?” You smirk.

“I told her where I was going and when I said your house, she started … she’s just being embarrassing.” Peter doesn’t say what Aunt May texted. “She said if I can’t make it home past eleven, to make Mr. Stark call her to make sure it’s alright if I stay or he can bring me home.”

“Tony loves you even though you just joined.” You inform. “He’s going to act like a dad most of the time, but it’s because he cares.”

“He was already flirting with Aunt May.” Peter pretends to shudder at the thought. You burst into laughter.

“That’s Tony Stark, for ya.”

Back at your place, all you and Peter was sit and watch movies. You felt as if you and Peter have been friends for years, but it’s only been a couple of hours. People at your school only wanted to befriend you because of your last name and who your uncle is and who he works with. Peter being your age, and also being an Avenger is relieving because you can have a friend that’s not a gold digger.

“I don’t know if you know but, Mr. Stark is transferring your school.” Peter speaks, breaking you out of your deep thoughts. “He said us being the two biggest nerds is helpful, and he’d want us close if anything ever happened.”

“He didn’t tell me that, but I’m glad he is. You’re the only friend I have.” You admit, and he gives you a short smile.

“Same here.” He sighs. “This guy Flash at my school, he’s such a jerk. He named himself Flash because his real name is Eugene.”

“Eugene?” You smirk, and Peter chuckles.

“Yeah, and he has the nerve to call me Penis Parker.”

“That’s … Childish.” You add, sitting back on the couch. You lay your head on Peter’s shoulder. “Is your school obsessed with the Avengers?”

“Yes.” You sigh. “Everyone keeps asking me if I know the identity of Spider-Man because of the ‘internship’ I have with Mr. Stark.” He explains, then furrows his eyebrows. “Why?”

“At my current school, everyone is obsessed with my last name.” You sigh, staring at the tv. The movie was coming to an end and you were getting sleepy but you wanted to wait for Tony to come home so you turned on an action movie to wake you up. “Which is why I’m glad we got along so well, it feels good to hang out with someone who’s not a grown man or woman. The Avengers are literal children in adults bodies.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter laughs. “I didn’t know Thor’s hammer was only for him to pick up, and he asked me to bring it to him and … Oh my goodness, it was embarrassing.”

“He does that to everyone.” You laugh. “Did you see his haircut? Something went down on Asgard, and now he no longer has his hammer, he can literally shoot thunder from his hands.”

“Wow.” Peter is amazed by the new information. “Everyone’s great abilities and I just got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“That’d be cool to me if I wasn’t so afraid of spiders.” Your face blushes a little. “I’m not afraid of you, unless you start growing extra legs and more eyes. Then I might have to get Hulk to smash you.”

“I don’t think that’ll happen.” Peter is laughing now, making you smile.

After about an hour of you two watching a corny action movie, you’ve fallen asleep, Peter lifting his arm so you’re now laying on his chest with his arm around your shoulder. He wanted to move before Tony came back but as soon he was going to sit up, Tony walks in the front door and straight to the living room.

“I told her to set the alarm when she comes home.” Tony mumbles to himself, then looks at Peter. “Parker?”

“I- Uh…” Peter stammers. “(Y/N) was going to ride me home but it’s past eleven so Aunt May wants you to call her.”

Tony just squints, grabbing his phone. The phone call didn’t last long, which freaked Peter out, but Tony was calm. “Since (Y/N) starts at your school tomorrow on such short notice, you can stay. But you’re staying in the guest room, I’ll have clothes for you.”

“T-Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

I’m such a sucker for these.

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