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THE STARK PROTOCOL-PETER PARKER X STARK!READER
summary: when peter tries to admit his feelings for you and ask you on a date while your father is away, things suddenly dont go as planned and your father’s hologram catches you.
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Peter knew it was a bad idea, But he couldn’t help it.
Liking you — falling for you — was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever done. And he had done a lot of dumb things. Accidentally webbed himself to a moving train. Tried to fight an alien invasion with a half-charged suit. Tripped over Captain America’s shield during training.
But this? You?
This was a whole new kind of disaster.
Because you weren’t just anyone. You were you — Tony Stark’s daughter. The only person on the planet who somehow managed to be more terrifying, brilliant, and beautiful than your father all in one. You were magnetic in a way Peter didn’t stand a chance against. Funny without trying. Wicked smart. Eyes that saw right through him. Lips that curved into a smirk every time he got flustered — which was a lot.
And God, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
That kind of pretty that made him forget to blink. That made him short-circuit mid-sentence when you leaned over his shoulder in the lab or ruffled his hair when he was sulking. That kind of pretty that wasn’t just surface — it was woven into your voice, your laugh, the way you looked at him like he mattered.
And for a long time, he’d convinced himself it was fine. That he could just ignore it. That it was safer that way. Because Mr. Stark — Tony — had made it very clear how he felt about the idea of Peter getting anywhere near his daughter.
“I don’t want someone like you dragging her into this life,” he’d said once. Not cruel. Just firm. “She deserves normal. Stability. And you? You wear grief and danger like a second skin.”
And Peter… got it.
He did. He knew what it meant to live this life. He knew what it cost. He knew about responsibility. Sacrifice. Late nights, near-death experiences, and the weight of saving people who never knew your name.
But it didn’t stop how he felt. Not when you were around.
Especially not when you teased him the way you did.
When you sat beside him during team briefings and quietly passed him gum like he was going to combust under pressure. When you called him out in front of the team just to make him squirm, then winked at him after like it was your own private joke. When you stayed up late helping him fix his web shooters, fingers brushing over his every now and then, warm and steady and undeniably distracting.
It drove him insane — in the best, most excruciating way.
And tonight was no different.
The living room was quiet now — most of the team had scattered after dinner. Bucky and Sam were still bickering down the hall, and Wanda had disappeared with Vision, promising tea and calm. But here, on the couch, it was just Peter and you.
You sprawled across the cushions like you owned the place — which, okay, technically you did. Your legs were kicked up over the armrest, your top hitched up just enough to send Peter’s brain spiraling.
He sat beside you, tense and awkward, palms damp against his jeans. You flipped through the channels like none of it mattered, completely at ease.
“Wanda’s a goddess,” you sighed, settling on a rerun of something animated and ridiculous. “If I had her cooking powers, I’d be unstoppable.”
“You’re already kinda unstoppable,” Peter said, voice a little too high. “I mean — not like witch unstoppable — but you don’t really need paprika to be, uh, impressive. Or— yeah.”
You looked over at him, smirking. “Did you just compare me to paprika?”
Panic. “No! I mean, maybe? Not— not like a spice! I meant like, you’re— you know— great! Without the spice! Not that you’re bland, just—”
“Peter,” you said with a quiet laugh, “breathe.”
His mouth shut instantly, face flushing pink.
You tilted your head toward him, your teasing smile fading into something softer. The glow from the TV flickered across your face, casting shadows Peter was sure even the stars were jealous of. It was a moment — one of those this is it, do it now kind of moments.
So he swallowed his nerves and sat up a little straighter.
“I’ve, uh… I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he started, scratching the back of his neck.
You quirked a brow, still watching him. “Finally confessing you stole my charger two months ago?”
“What? No! I mean, yes — but I was gonna return it! I just— I meant—”
You laughed, and it nearly broke him. He’d never get used to how beautiful you looked when you smiled.
“I was gonna say,” Peter said quickly, voice cracking just slightly, “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me sometime?”
There. He said it. He actually said it.
His heart was racing. His whole body felt like it was vibrating from the inside out. He stared at you, half-expecting you to laugh or call him cute in that “oh sweetie” way you sometimes did when he was being awkward.
But you didn’t. You smiled — not teasing, not sarcastic, just… warm.
“Peter—” you started.
And then—
The TV blinked.
Static crackled.
The lights dimmed just slightly.
And suddenly — there he was.
Tony Stark.
In full holographic glory, projected in front of the screen like a ghost conjured by sarcasm and spite.
Peter’s blood ran cold.
“Peter Benjamin Parker,” the hologram said, voice sharp and clipped. “Step away from my daughter.”
Peter nearly died.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Dad. Seriously?”
“I anticipated this,” Holo-Tony continued, ignoring you completely. “Exactly this. The minute you started ‘accidentally’ dropping by the tower three times a week, I initiated Protocol Stark #4.”
Peter’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “I— this isn’t— I wasn’t— I mean, I was, but not like that—!”
“Do you have any idea,” Tony’s voice cut in like a guillotine, “how many high-level defense protocols I created to prevent this exact scenario? Hormone-fueled superheroes flirting with my daughter? Twelve. I built twelve.”
The hologram turned to look directly at Peter, as if it could somehow smell his panic.
“This is Protocol Stark #4: Don’t Even Think About It, Kid.”
Peter actually whimpered.
You were trying not to laugh, but failing miserably now. You shoved a pillow in your face to muffle the sound, shoulders shaking.
“I—I swear, sir, I wasn’t trying anything—well, I was, but—” Peter stopped himself. “Not like that! I respect her! And you! I mean—I respect her more obviously, not that I don’t respect you—”
“Kid,” the hologram cut in flatly. “Take a breath before you pass out and I have to activate Protocol #6: CPR from Hulk.”
Peter blinked. “That’s… not real, right?”
The hologram flickered slightly.
“…Maybe.”
Holographic Tony stood in front of the TV, glitching slightly at the edges, arms crossed, sunglasses on despite it being nighttime in New York. Somewhere behind him in the projection, palm trees and a luxury resort were just barely visible.
Peter froze. You dragged a hand over your face and let out the deepest sigh he’d ever heard from a human being.
Tony Stark tilted his head, calm and smug as ever. “Sweetheart, you know I run surprise protocol checks when I’m on vacation. You’re lucky I didn’t send the Mark 49.”
You gestured wildly at the screen. “You’re supposed to be on a getaway with Mom!”
“I am. She’s in the spa. I’m doing security sweeps. You know — relaxing.”
Peter looked like he was physically trying to sink into the couch cushions.
“I swear,” you muttered, “this is why we can’t have nice things.”
You groaned and turned to Peter. “Do not move. You’re not running away.”
“I wasn’t gonna run—” he whispered. “I was maybe gonna, like… web-launch out the window. Casually.”
You rolled your eyes and looked back at the screen. “Dad, seriously?”
Tony sighed dramatically. “Look. It’s not that I don’t like Peter.”
Peter blinked. “Wait, really?”
“I said it’s not that I don’t like you. I didn’t say I do like you.”
“Oh. That… yeah, that checks out.”
“It’s that I’ve spent years keeping my daughter out of the line of fire. And you, my kid, are a walking magnet for building collapses, supervillains, and emotionally repressed wizards. I don’t want her caught in that.”
You cut in, arms crossed. “I help you build suits. I literally write code for the Tower’s defense systems. I helped reprogram F.R.I.D.A.Y. last month to keep Peter from faceplanting off the 46th floor.”
“Still fell, though,” Tony said, looking off-screen.
“Because you turned off my webbing mid-air to test a reflex protocol!” Peter blurted.
Tony shrugged. “I had faith.”
You threw your arms up. “So what is this? The jealous dad on a tropical beach pulling security holograms every time a boy gets within five feet of me?”
“Yes,” Tony said immediately. “That’s exactly what this is.”
You looked down at your StarkPad, already typing. “Initiating manual override of Hologram Protocol #4…”
“Don’t you dare—”
“Voice authorization: I’m an adult, and Peter hasn’t even kissed me yet.”
Peter choked.
Tony’s sunglasses slipped slightly down his nose. “What did she just say?”
You pressed one final key. The hologram flickered.
“Love you, Dad. Go drink something with a tiny umbrella in it.”
And just like that, the hologram vanished with a high-pitched glitch and a long beep.
Peter stared at you, shell-shocked. “…He’s going to murder me when he gets back.”
“He’s not,” you said, leaning into his side with a sly smile. “Not if I get to you first.”
Peter blinked. “Wait— is that a threat or a date?”
You tilted your head. “Why not both?”
He flushed scarlet.
“So…” he said, cautiously hopeful. “That yes from earlier? Still valid?”
You reached over, slid your fingers into his. “Absolutely.”
Peter exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for five months.
“You’re sure? No retracting? No drones? No flaming swords?”
You grinned. “Just dinner, dork.”
He smiled back, slow and bright. “Cool. That’s— that’s really cool.”
A pause.
“…Should I be worried about Protocol #5?”
You nodded. “Oh, 100%. That one’s face-scanning and armed.”
Peter looked vaguely ill.
“Worth it though,” you said softly, resting your head on his shoulder.
He smiled like he couldn’t believe this was real.
“Yeah,” he said. “Definitely worth it.”
winter
richkid!niall x tutor!fem!eader | college au
authors note: hi!!!!!! i’m back!!!!!! i know it’s been a criminally long time since i posted something but i really love this and hope you love it to :) if you do please leave a comment and/or reblog. likes are so nice but actual feeback really encourages me to post and makes me feel like it’s not just bots liking my posts lol. as always my reader can be of any height, weight, or race pls let me know if any of the language used is isolating.
prompt: A and B are casual college friends when the holiday season rolls around. A plans to go home to their luxurious life but decides to stay when B tells them they can’t go home for christmas. A decides to keep B company and give them the most amazing christmas ever.
word count: 6.4k
upcoming content: fluff!! mentions of financial issues
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the snow seemed to be falling in time with the clock ticking, noting every passing second that your professor went on and on about something Austen, something Shakespeare. london quickly became a blanket of white, the flusters blanketing the entire city in frost. your stare was glued to the window, your professor totally drowned out as your pen lightly tapped against the blank notebook page. it was a shame it really was, that you couldn’t pay attention because you were hoping that English lit would be the distraction that could keep your mind off the upcoming holiday season that was destined to be spent holed up in your studio apartment, props to student affiliated housing that came in your scholarship, with holiday movies lightly playing in the background of your wallowing.
a slight wave passed through your glance but your brain disregarded it, you’d get the notes from someone anyways. it wasn’t until it happened two, three times that you managed to blink out of your dazed state and look in the direction of whatever brought you back to reality. directly across from you sat niall horan. leaned back in his seat, subtly just enough to keep him out of view from the professor. his big blue eyes quirked at you as he mouthed “you okay?” it was hard to not get lost in his gaze like you did earlier but you had more self-conscious this time and just nodded, sitting up and facing the board, robotically writing down whatever the professor was saying even if it had no context. despite that, his stare lingered and it took everything in you to not snap your eyes back.
niall horan. you didn't even know why he was taking English lit in the first place if he was here for football, but he was… and he wasn’t doing the best. which resulted in him rushing up to you one day during the second week of classes and spitting out his begging for tutoring as fast as he possibly could. you were so startled you agreed without really thinking about anything other than increasing the amount of space between you because the wall of spiced cologne mixed with what you think is vanilla on some days when you get lost in a daydream, and sweat, and just him, took over your senses. along with his large hands outstretched toward you in a plea. “r-really?” he asked, an incredulous look passing over his face as his george elliot book that was just passed out to everyone dropped from his grip. you opened your mouth but quickly snapped it shut, just nodding at him. his gape turned into a smile, and a glint entered his eye that reminded you of the one you saw in the reflection of the charm on the old necklace you thought you lost. “how could i be so lucky?”
instead of you [part fifty-five]
pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, angst, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
word count: 2.7k
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A Million Reasons - Two
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.
Warnings: General conflicting feelings, rude Bucky is protective??
Word Count: 4.3k
a/n: Writing this relationship is so funnn!!! Let me know what you think! I really appreciate your feedback :))
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Physics was—arguably—the worst subject known to man. If it were up to you, the topic would never be breached in conversation and you would never be around anyone that would even consider uttering the words centripetal force. Your days would be easy and calm, full of plant biology and algae samples.
Unfortunately, life wasn’t always up to you, and you had left your most undesirable elective for your senior year. That meant that you had to sit in a physics lecture every Tuesday and Thursday and try to keep the tears at bay.
At least Wanda was in the class with you. She wasn’t much help—she always seemed to ace the tests even though she spent the majority of class online shopping—but it was nice to have someone sit beside you while you spiraled. When you wanted a distraction from the endless equations, you could always glance over at the shoes she was adding to her cart.
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A Million Reasons - One
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.
Warnings: Bucky is the captain of this annoyance to lovers ship
Word Count: 3.7k
a/n: New series!! I’m super excited about this one :) Let me know what you think because I adore feedback ♡
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The greenhouse was always a touch too warm for your taste. Something about the fixed humidity made your shirt stick to your skin, even as the weather beyond the walls raged with a frigid chill. It made it difficult to appreciate the changing seasons when you found yourself inside with the plants more often than not.
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A Million Reasons - Masterlist
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.
Warnings: Enemies (annoyance) to lovers, Bucky’s old money at an ivy league, angst, minor injury, drinking, eventual smut (minors dni, marked **)
a/n: Hello! I’ve decided there won’t be a set posting day for this series. This is something I’ve been super excited to share (even with my writing steam dying out) and I want to get it out here without extra pressure. I’ll be adding the dates for upcoming chapters as they are ready :) And thank you @barnesafterglow for that second, beautiful moodboard 🤍
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A Million Reasons - Three
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.
Warnings: Awful men, discussion of family issues, tensionnnn
Word Count: 4.6k
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Your choked words echoed into the phone receiver, making you cringe as you thought about poor Peter on the other end of the call. You knocked your head back against the headrest of your car seat, bringing your sleeve up to your dampened cheeks.
“I’m not even that upset, I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Hey, you can cry if you want,” Peter comforted. Sounds popped through your speaker as he moved around. “Tell me what happened?”
You sniffed, adjusting the temperature dial to blast more heat through your car. “Wanda had Natasha set me up on a date.”
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LOSING MY MIND THIS IS AMAZING
THE SLOW BURN NEVER FELT SO GOOD😭😩😩🫠🫠
ALSO I CANT GET OVER THIS BEING SET IN A COLLEGE SETTING / GREEN HOUSE LIKE YOU PAINT SUCH A PERFECT PICTURE
should i start writing again LOL
hey heyy can you write an angsty peter pic where its pete x tonys daughter and he finds out she self harms? ik its dark but i think it could be a really good and well written fic :)
omg i have no idea who sent this to me but noooooo i am 100% not comfortable with this
instead of you [part fifty-three]
pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst, morbid plane/flying facts
word count: 2.2k
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Fall Prompt Round 2:
Bonfires & "Did you bring a jacket?" / "No." / "Take mine."
with Barry
A/N: STELLA! I love this prompt suggestion with our boy Barry! Thank you so much for the request!
Warmth
Summary: Barry knows just how to wind down at the end of a busy day
Warnings: Just some coziness and fluffy moments coming your way
"Here we are! Red wine for you, luv,"
"Oh, you're a saint,"
"Nah, just Barry,"
You giggled as Barry handed you a glass of red wine, making sure you had a grip on it before he sat down next to you in his own chair. A crackling bonfire was in front of the pair of you, giving some warmth in the chilly air as you both were sitting in your backyard, enjoying the last of the sunlight before the night would come over your home. You loved being out there in the backyard when the weather was right and you needed to unwind.
Just like tonight.
The last few weeks were busy for you: you job was trying to hire new people since things were "slowly" going back to normal and COVID case numbers were going dow. You were helping in the hiring process, a nightmare in all fairness since the paperwork would pile up and the interviews were as dull as a dental cleaning. But your body knew you were good in combing out those who wanted the job and those who needed the job, and you got a promotion out of it too.
So it wasn't too bad, just exhausting.
Barry was just as swamped in his projects since they were picking up again. You two barely had time to be around each other but when you did, you made the most out of it. You both lived pretty close, just a taxi ride to one another or even a walk if you wanted to stretch the legs. He preferred to come to your flat since his was a pinch too small for you two to hang out in. Plus, you had a small backyard that was perfect for using in the summer, growing your veggie garden, and grilling good food when the spring sunsets were perfect.
Tonight, although cold, was a good night to use the bonfire.
You shivered a bit in your chair, Barry noticing and raising an eyebrow at you.
Hawuu can i request "It's getting late, I should go." And Telling Ghost Stories around a Fire for Barry thank you
A/N: HAWUU! This is a cute one! Thank you very much for the request, anon!
Story Time
Summary: A Good Scary Story around a Bonfire brings you and Barry closer together.
Warnings: Fluff all around!
You couldn't help but check your watch, seeing how late it was already as your group of friends were all engaged in a ghost story session. It was nice to be able to get out of the house for a few hours, bu you knew it was getting a bit too late and you had to head home soon since you were due to get up early the nest day for school.
But of course, you were too much of a people pleaser to turn down some time with your friends.
You enjoyed the night so far, your friends were always great company and made your days a bit brighter when it was stressful. One of your friends even introduced you to one of her old buddies from school when they were younger: Barry Keoghan. He was an actor, though you never thought it when you too met for the first time at a bar. He was kind and a gentleman, you two hitting it off with your conversation and enjoying your time together at the bar.
You thought of it as a stretch that he would be interested in you, you were more of a "plain jane" according to your friends. It was a running joke, nothing exciting happening in your life, no real prospects that you were working towards. You never paid any mind to it, only trying to survive and get by day by day.
So on this night, you were just glad to be out of the house, out of being nose deep in your textbooks, and being able to unwind with a few ghost stories told by your friends. Your friends were meeting at a local beach, saving a fire pit to use for a few hours. It was a never night, though the cool wind made you remember to bring your jacket and a big blanket to use. Everyone in your fiend group did come, and yet the last person that you expected to see show up was Barry, whom showed up a few minutes after you did.
instead of you [part fifty-two]
pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst (sam gets mean)
word count: 2.2k
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“it’s just fanfic how sad can it be”
the fanfic:
“god i wish i never fucking met you that night”
you’re so talented!! this fic has been my favorite thing for monthssss!!
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Wipeout - Chapter 4
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: Hey, here’s chapter four, I hope you guys enjoy! I’d really appreciate hearing any feedback you have whether that be in reblogs or comments! It def helps keep me motivated and makes this all more fun. As always my inbox is open if you have anything to say. Thanks for reading, love you guys xx
Warnings: Fighting, angst, smut
Summary: It’s time for you and Tom to talk about what happened
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Three days, you didn’t talk to Tom for three days. He’d texted you the morning after the party but you didn’t respond, and he left you alone after that. It was strange to go from talking everyday to not speaking at all. You were tempted to reach out a few times but you always ended up backing out. Part of you was embarrassed about how you’d blown up at him, and part of you was still angry. Talking to him just didn’t seem that appealing yet, you wanted to figure out what to say first.
“Knock knock,” Grace knocked on your bedroom door, cutting your morning sulk short as she peeked into your room, “Come on, this is your third day of sulking, I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t force you to do anything, or at least talk.”
“I’m just thinking,” you blushed.
“Thinking about Tom, which isn’t doing you any good. Get up, you’re gonna shower and then we’re gonna get coffee and go shopping,” she smiled as she fell down onto your bed beside you.
“I don’t wanna go shopping,” you scoffed.
“Not even at the home store?” she smiled as you suddenly became interested, “I think I’m ready to admit I need a little help decorating my room.”
“Really?” you sat up excitedly.
You’d been begging her to let you help her decorate her room since you two moved in together, but she was insistent on doing it herself. It was the one room that was all hers to decorate, but she was far too indecisive to ever finish the project. She’d already gone through two lamps, bought a new dresser, and rearranged the furniture a million times, but she still had no idea how she wanted the room to look. You’d tried giving her suggestions but she never listened, insisting that eventually she’d be able to figure out what she wanted.
She nodded, “Yes, I had my fun playing designer, but I’m ready to have a finished room now.”
“I told you Grace, interior design is serious business,” you laughed, “Alright, give me a few minutes to get ready.”
“Yay,” she hugged you before bouncing out of your bed, “Get out your paint swatches too, I think I want an accent wall.”
“You can’t paint your room, we’re renting.”
“Better to ask for forgiveness,” she sang as she went skipping back to the living room.
You dragged yourself out of bed and went padding into the bathroom. After a quick shower you threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts and let Grace drag you away to a local coffee shop to pick up a couple of drinks before you hit the home stores.
You suggested sticking to a boho, beachy theme to match with her usual aesthetic and Grace seemed happy with that. She also liked your suggestion of peel and stick wallpaper instead of paint. That way she could get her accent wall and you could get your safety deposit back. As soon as you arrived you dragged her past the paint and to the wallpapers, where she began digging through racks for something she liked.
“I’m not super into these geometric ones, and the florals seem kind of old lady-ish,” she knit her brows, “I think I want something green, or tan, maybe blue.”
“I’d go with tan or green,” you hummed.
“Good call,” she moved further down the aisle and glanced back at you for a moment, “We’ll pry have to ask the boys to help us put this up huh?”
You frowned, “Yeah, Haz could help.”
“Okay, does that mean you and Tom just aren’t going to talk anymore?” she pressed.
“I don’t know yet Grace, I mean that’s not really what I want but I’m still angry and everything,” you crossed your arms, “Can we please stick to wallpaper?”
She nodded, “Yeah, I think I like this one,” she pulled out a roll of white paper decorated with deep tan palm trees, waves, suns, and other small, beachy doodles that seemed almost hand drawn.
“That’s really cute Grace, I think it’d look good on the wall you have your bed against,” you squinted at the label on the roll as you tried to find the size, “California dreamin’,” you chuckled at the name, “I think one roll should cover it, but maybe we should get a second just in case?”
“Better safe than sorry,” she chimed, tossing two rolls into your shopping cart, “Come on, I wanna find a night stand too.”
“Alright,” you followed behind her with a frown. Walking through the store was reminding you of Tom, there wasn’t any particular reason really, you just had Tom on the brain, “Why do you think he does stuff like this?”
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ACK THIS WAS SO ANGSTY AND HOT
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Wipeout - Chapter 3
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: Hey guys! Just wanted to remind and ask for reblogs and feedback, they help spread my work and are just fun! I love reading what you guys have to say about my work and if your more comfortable saying things anonymously then my inbox is always open! Anyways love you guys, hope you enjoy xx
Warnings: Fighting, angst, alcohol
Summary: Things don’t go well at Adrien’s party
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You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you punched out of work, it had been a long and brutal shift. If it weren’t for Adrien’s birthday party you would have gone straight home and passed out. Unfortunately it was too late for you to back out of going. You could already see Tom waiting in the parking lot, sitting in his Jeep with a big smile. He seemed far too energetic for your liking, but of course it was his day off. The only thing he’d done all day was go surfing. Meanwhile you’d worked a totally slammed eight hour shift with only two other waitresses.
“You seem tired,” Tom commented.
“Yeah, Tiff called out, it was a really long shift,” you explained, rubbing your eyes as you fell into his car, “And I forgot to bring a shirt so we need to swing by my place.”
“I’ve got one in the back, you can wear that if you want,” he offered.
You nodded, “Okay.”
“Why don’t you sleep on the way there?” he suggested.
“I think I will,” you yawned as he reached into the back seat, “I wish Adrien was just having his party at your place or something.”
“He wanted to see some of his friends back home,” he shrugged and tossed his shirt to you, “Why are you complaining? You don’t have to drive.”
“I still have to ride in the car,” you huffed as you pulled his shirt over your head.
“I think you’re just a little cranky,” he snickered, “You’ll feel better after you nap.”
“I’m not cranky,” you glared at him while he buckled himself in.
“Just a little bit I think,” he pinched his thumb and index finger together as he started up the car.
You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m not, asshole.”
He laughed and pulled onto the street, placing his hand over one of your thighs. It was a bit awkward to try and sleep in Tom’s car since there were no doors to lean on. You could have sat in the back and laid down across the seats or leaned on one of the half walls, but it would have been even more awkward to sit in the back while Tom was in the front. Instead you shifted around awkwardly before eventually you laid your head on Tom’s shoulder and started to drift off. Tom rubbed your thigh gently while you yawned and closed your eyes, helping to lull you to sleep.
“Do you want me to turn the heat on?” he questioned.
“Shh,” you pressed your finger to your lips, “Sleeping.”
“Alright,” he laughed, “I won’t say another word.”
You spent almost the entire car ride passed out on Tom’s shoulder, only waking up when he pulled onto a long gravel road and the car started to shake. You rubbed your eyes as you were jolted awake, peaking around to take in the sandy dunes around you. The sun was just starting to set, you were sure the view once you reached the water would be absolutely gorgeous.
“I hope you had a good nap love,” Tom grinned at you, “We’re almost there.”
“Yay,” you yawned and stretched your arms over your head, “Do you know if there’s gonna be a bathroom?”
“Probably not.”
You flushed, “Well do you think there will be one on the way?”
He shook his head, “No, but I can pull over.”
“Pull over?” you blushed, “You want me to pee on the side of the road?”
“What do you want me to do, pull a toilet out of my ass?” he laughed.
“Tom,” you whined, “Come on, I can’t pee on the side of the road, it’s gross. Isn’t there anywhere nearby?”
He sighed, “There was a petrol station a ways back, let me find somewhere to turn around.”
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Wipeout - Chapter 2
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: Hey guys! Here is part two for you, hope you enjoy! I love getting feedback, it’s what helps keep me motivated, so please let me know what you guys think! Also just a side note, a few of my tags for my taglist weren’t working so if you see this and you were supposed to be tagged but you weren’t I am so sorry! Hope you enjoy, love you guys xx
Warnings: Slight angst
Summary: Tom takes you surfing and you vent
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Tom arrived at your house at exactly 10 am to find you were still struggling to pull your hair into a braid. Currently you were seated in front of your mirror with a hair tie hanging out of your mouth while you tried to work your baby hairs into the braid. Tom was seated on your bed, laughing while he watched your struggle.
“Why don’t you come here and let me help” he smirked as you started undoing your braid for the third time since he’d arrived.
“I got it, I got it,” you insisted, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s tight enough, I don’t want the hair tie to fall out.”
“Let me help,” he pushed himself off the bed and grabbed your shoulders, “Come sit for a second.”
You sighed and let him pull you away, “Fine.”
Tom sat back down and patted the spot between his legs. You sat in between them and crossed your legs with a small, annoyed huff.
“I can’t believe you’re the one making us late,” he chuckled as he started braiding your hair.
“Well I was expecting you to be late,” you rolled your eyes.
“So sorry to throw you off,” he hummed, “Your hair smells nice.”
“Yeah it’s called a shower, you should try one sometime.”
“Really? I haven’t heard of that before, maybe you can show me,” he teased.
“Why don’t you just ask Jade to show you?” you snapped, your face flushing at your sudden outburst.
“Jade?” he frowned, “Why would I ask Jade for anything?”
“I don’t know, you two were all over each other last night,” you bit your cheek nervously while you waited for him to reply.
“What are you talking about? You weren’t even with me last night,” he knit his brows in confusion.
“I saw you guys making out on Adrien’s story,” you confessed.
Tom suddenly burst into laughter, his head falling forward against your back, “You thought I was making out with Jade?!”
Your stomach started to bubble with anger again, “I saw it with my own two eyes Tom.”
“But I wasn’t making out with her,” he wiped his eyes and fell back onto the bed in a fit of laughter, “We were playing spin the bottle and hers landed on me, I let her give me a little peck but that’s it. I would never make out with Jade, I can’t fucking stand her.”
Once again your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, “Oh.”
“I can’t believe you thought I’d actually make out with Jade, of all people on the planet,” he held his stomach, seeming unable to calm himself from his laughing fit.
“It’s not funny Tom,” you scoffed.
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