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[harry-writings]

He's Your Ex Husband and Him And Your Daughter Don't Celebrate Christmas With You

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Waking up on Christmas morning is inevitably a joyful feeling. It’s the day for giving and receiving, loving and sharing. Although, this Christmas, Y/n woke up feeling a knew level of loneliness. Harry, her ex husband, is celebrating this years holiday at his girlfriends house. Y/n’s daughter, Tracie, is joining them as well, since Harry had begged to celebrate Christmas with her and his girlfriend at once. Y/n couldn’t say no, considering Harry rarely got to see Tracie with the busyness of his job. She took it as she wasn’t invited. Harry’s new girlfriend, Cara, and her had never gotten along. It was a typical ex wife and new girlfriend move, constant and uncontrollable feelings of jealousy the more minutes spent with one another. 

Sighing, Y/n hops out of bed. She has no plans for the day, so she immediately heads out for a walk. She’s aware of the bitter cold air, and the ice forming around her, but she figures that maybe, just maybe, something could relate to how she’s felt these last couple of months. Hugging the jacket closer, Y/n shivers at the gusts of white winds blowing against her. Her fragile body becoming even more sensitive, and she quickly partakes in the action of taking out a cigarette. Placing it between her lips, lighting it, she is more calm that she has been. 

How did she get so lonely so fast? That’s all she’s been wondering for the past couple of months. She used to be the happiest woman on Earth. Gifted with a beautiful baby girl. Gifted with the perfect husband. Gifted with a roof over her head and love in the air. She doesn’t understand why it ended up with her, walking alone on Christmas morning, burning the pain away. 

A part of her blames Harry. The other parts don’t want to, because she’s undoubtably in love with him, and she wants to forgive him for the mistakes he’s made. But that other part of her, that big part of her, knows that this wouldn’t be her new life if he just would have just loved her. A month after Tracie was born, Harry had told Y/n that he had met another woman. He met her at a business meeting, where she was hired to work under his new company. Ever since the day they met, he had loved her. Harry didn’t cheat, per say, but he had fallen out of love with his wife and fallen in love with a client. It surly was enough to file for divorce, where Y/n later gained custody of Tracie. 

In the thoughts of her daughter, Y/n begins to wonder what she’s doing. What gifts she’s unwrapping, her reactions to them. What Christmas song they’re listening to, if she knows the words. What food they’re making for her, if she’s devoured every bit of it. She decides to call in. It’s around noon, and she knows without a doubt that they are already done, or nearly done, with her gifts. 

Taking a seat on the nearest park bench, Y/n calls Harry. Tracie is opening her last gift when Harry gets the call from Y/n. 

“Tracie! It’s mummy!” Harry calls, smiling before answering the call. 

“Y/n! Merry Christmas!” He cheers. 

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Tracie chants, rushing over to her father as she jumps on top of him. 

“Merry Christmas! How is everything going?” Y/n asks, discreetly taking a drag of her half-finished cigarette. 

“It’s going great! Tracie just opened her last gift. Which I believe was a—”

 "A new American Girl Doll! We got matching pajamas and everything!“ Tracie squeals.

"That’s amazing, baby! Mumma misses you very much. You’re going to have to show me your new twin tomorrow, honey!" 

"No! No! I want to show you today! Daddy, can we visit mummy? I miss her and I want her to play dolls with me!" 

"Baby, Cara wanted us to—" 

"But I want mummy.” Tracie pouts, tugging at the hem of his shirt in desperation. 

 Harry sighs, looking at his daughter with so much care and love. Who could say no to her begs? He doesn’t want to see her sad, especially on her favorite holiday. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Y/n, we’ll meet you in a bit. Maybe after some lunch at tea?”

 Y/n smiles slightly, throwing her now used up cigarette on the concrete before stepping on it with the bottom of her boots. 

“That’s fine. I have to clean up the house anyways, if you guys are coming over. How about I make some food, or something?" 

"Whatever works for you. We’ll be there in two or so hours. I suppose we can exchange gifts today then?" 

"That’s fine. I should start getting to work. See you later, Harry, bye!" 

After hanging up, Y/n’s quick to walk back to her house. It wasn’t planned for her to see Tracie or Harry until tomorrow evening. She’s been planning on going through a lonely, sad, long Christmas. But now she’s going to be with the two people she loves with all her heart, and she can’t be more excited. 

The first hour and a half have been consisting of constant cleaning and baking. Once everything was complete, she sat down to watch Tracie’s favorite, The Polar Express, to see if her mood would brighten to it’s fullest. It’s in this moment, where she is sitting alone, on Christmas, and having nobody to turn to her time of sadness when she realizes that she misses Harry. Now more than ever, she wishes she could hold him how she had before. She wishes they could love each other the way they used to, that is, if he ever loved her back. It was times like these when she usually had Tracie to pull her back up, but she doesn’t have her now, when she needs her most. And she can’t help but to cry for her pathetic feelings she has for her ex husband, and how much she still relies on him for the sake of her happiness. 

 Wiping her tears, Y/n hears the front door open without warning. 

"Mummy! Mummy!” Tracie calls, clapping her hands in the air in excitement. 

“Oh my little angel!” Y/n cheers, lifting her tiny body up until her neck reached her face. 

She buried her face in her daughter’s neck, thankful for her to be home when she most needed her. 

 "Missed you so much. So, so much" Y/n whispers, peppering soft kisses along her neck. “

That tickles, mummy, that tickles!” Tracie laughs, her squeals of sensitivity bouncing off the walls. She places her down on the floor, and Tracie immediately takes off to watch The Polar Express. Y/n laughs to herself, shaking her head before turning to look at Harry. He looks concerned, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s quick to hug her, and she could tell he was trying his best to make her feel better, for whatever the reason she was upset. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n” he smiles. 

“Merry Christmas." 

It turns silent, and the only thing that they could make out was the movie blaring from the speakers. Y/n wipes her eyes again, remnants of tears still leaving evidence upon her skin. 

"Well, shall we join Tracie?" 

"Y/n, what’s wrong?" 

"I don't—" 

"I know you more than anybody. I’ve studied every part of you, I know you too much to know something is wrong." 

"Nothing’s wrong! Can we please just watch the movie?” Y/n begs, scared that she’ll end up showing her true emotions. 

“Y/n, why don’t you talk to me anymore? You used to always talk to me.” Harry frowns at his words, because he finally realizes that it hurts him that she doesn’t talk to him like she used to. To this day, even despite the fact he is in love with another woman, Y/n will always be the biggest part of him. She was his everything, his everything and all. But not in the way she used to be. 

“I don’t have to talk to you anymore.” She cries, “besides, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s changed. I’m always negative, I’ve always been negative. That’s why you fell out of love with me, right? Lets just watch the movie, okay?" 

Harry frowns, but quickly obliges to her suggestion. 

They take a seat on the couch, sitting close together, because that’s how Tracie likes it. Half way through the movie, Tracie has drifted ff to sleep. She had woken up too early to stay up all day, but she wouldn’t be missing much to begin with. 

 "Y/n?” Harry whispers. 

“Mhm?” He fidgets, nervous at what he was about to do.

 Harry figures that what he’s about to do needs to be done, to bring some closure for himself. Maybe even to help her. He has never seen Y/n this upset in his life. She just looks so lost, almost disconnected from her surroundings. Tracie has told him that she cries at night, but he never knew why. But he can  see it now. The way she shies away from him, closes all her barriers around him, he can see it  now. He knows it’s him, it’s him that makes her cry, that makes her burn her insides with toxic, and that makes her lose trust in him.

“Can—can I hold you?”

Y/n’s eyes go wide. What? Why would he ask her that? Why would he do that to her? She’s dying to say no, because he doesn’t love her anymore, but she’s still in love with him, and this will bring her even more pain. 

But she needs this. She needs the comfort and the love and the support she’s had lack of. What else was she supposed to do?

Without replying, she moves into his body. His strong arms hold her tightly against him, as in a way to keep her close. This is all he wants, for her to realize that it doesn’t have to be so bad. She doesn’t have to be so sad.

“I care for you, more than anything. I may be in love with Cara, and madly in love with her, but Y/n, you’re you. My first kiss, my first time, my first love. I gave you everything. You gave me everything. I opened up to you in ways I haven’t even opened up to myself. You showed me the God damn world, Y/n. I still love you. I love you so, so much. I always will. You’re always apart of something in me. I just want you to remember that." 

Y/n has silent tears running down her face. She’s rubbing his skin with her thumb. She’s upset. Upset because she loves him more than anybody. Upset because she will never be able to let him go. She knows she should, she knows. But she can’t. She will never. 

"I just wish it could be how it was before” she sniffles, her gaze blank, falling on the floor. 

Harry pushes her back towards him a bit more, maybe for her body to shield his broken heart. Maybe just to try and understand why he couldn’t love her like that anymore. He doesn’t know. But it was instinct to hold her; protect her. Because he’s still protective of her. He doesn’t want her to shatter and break to pieces. 

“I wish it could be, too.” he whispers. “I really wish it could be.”

[farfromharry]

married the wrong man | tom holland fic

Summary: Your wedding day is meant to be a joyous occasion, but you can’t help but feel as though you’ve made a horrible mistake. You should be marrying your best friend today, and his friends and brothers believe so too

Word count - 3414

Warnings - language

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People had always told you your wedding day would be the happiest day of your life, and so far everything and everyone was proving that to be wrong. For starters, you couldn’t say you were excited to even get married, you’d spent most of your morning getting ready telling your mother that it just didn’t feel right. Then there were just too many things going wrong that couldn’t be coincidences, and God you really should’ve taken at least one of them as a sign. You even tried to beg for someone to interrupt while the ceremony was happening, nearly missing your cue from the officiant. 

But now here you were, a newly married, very unexcited, woman shuffling her away around her wedding party with a frown on her face. You’d obviously paint on a smile when it came to talking to someone, trying to act as positive as possible so they didn’t see that you were screaming for help on the inside. It also didn’t help that the one person that may be able to help you right now had been M.I.A since the meal earlier. 

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[thedaredevilsgirl]

Love You Goodbye

Warnings: Angst and Smut (not so explicit)

Word count: 953

A/N: I know I've been a bit absent, but I've been very busy with school stuff (I'm finally only a week away from graduating from high school) and I'm going to take the vestibular this week and next, so everything has been crazy, I hope you understand and forgive me, I swear I'll be more active again soon.

"You're not going to do that right?"

You turn around startled when someone suddenly enters your room. It was Tom, he looked sad and distressed, eyes red, maybe he had cried and was probably about to cry again, at least you were.

You still remembered how you met him. His family was always close to the royal family, the two of you grew up in the same environment although you were never that close, until he came back from his army training and was assigned to be my personal guard. The truth is that you didn't love that idea at first, you didn't want some annoying guy always sticking to you and following you wherever you went, but as time went by he kind of won you over with those bad jokes and the stupid smile, that already half-long hair with the beautiful curls. It was impossible not to fall in love.

It was a summer day when he finally kissed you for the first time, he took you for a walk in the garden at midnight, it was the kind of thing he knew you would love, he kissed you just as a shooting star fell across the sky, the feel of your lips against his was like pure freedom, like finally touching and feeling happiness in his hands. He pulled away apologizing at the exact moment saying how he shouldn't have done that and you just held his hand and whispered "I guess the star got my wish." After that the two of you never parted again, your life became happier, full of secret nightly meetings and swearing the love of two people who were completely in love.

But just two hours ago your life had changed terribly. Suddenly you were engaged to a man you barely knew, engaged to an heir son of a neighboring throne, practically sold by your own family to strengthen the power of your kingdom. "These are the sacrifices a good princess must make" the problem was that you didn't want to sacrifice yourself, you just wanted to be happy with the boy you really loved, Tom.

The way he looked at you when the engagement was announced almost made you cry in front of all those people, there was so much pain in his eyes.

"Please Y/n, tell me you're not going to do this" he closes the door behind him and walks towards you.

"I have to do this Tom, you know I have to" he tries to hide the sadness in his voice.

"This can't be happening, why is this happening?"

"I'm sorry" is all you can think to say at that instant.

"What about the two of us? Where do we stand?" He asks, his voice conveyed so much pain, it was almost cutting, you felt your heart break with every word.

"Tom, please don't ask questions that you already have the answer to" a tear finally slides over his face.

"So this is the end?"

"I...I swear if I could do anything to stop all this I would Tom, I would sacrifice everything for you, but...but I can't" your voice falters from tears "I can't"

You cover your face with your hands, letting the tears flow down it without even caring, your heart had been taken from your body and it was hurting, a pain you had never felt before. Tom's strong arms hug you tightly and you allow yourself to relax into him.

"Look at me" he whispered "please look at me" he lifts his face gluing his gaze to yours before he glued his lips over yours.

It was a different kiss than the others, it was slower, and there was pain there, and what's worse, it tasted like goodbye and neither you nor he were happy about it.

"Tom..." You whisper his name with your lips still close together.

"Let me love you one last time, I need to love you before goodbye" he says and you just nod, that's all he needed to kiss you again.

He helps you out of the long ball gown that still covers your body, you pull off the shirt he was wearing and let his hands roam your abdomen as he grabs you even tighter and kisses you like it's the last time.

When the two of you are finally free of all your clothing, he lays you down on your pink silk sheets that he had laid you down on a million times before. He stares intently at your face as his hands wander over every part of your body, Tom wishes he could remember every little part of you so that he would never forget you, even though forgetting you would be practically impossible.

He finally enters you and it's like feeling complete again, you sigh in pleasure with each thrust, his fingers curl between your curls as he whispers sweet words to you.

"I love you" He says between moans, tears fall from your face when you hear him, it was the first time he had ever said it to you and it hurt so much that it was that way.

"I love you Tom, I will always love you" he says before they reach their climax and you fall apart in his arms.

"This doesn't have to be the end of us" he says.

"This has to be the end of us," is all you can answer.

He leaves one last kiss on her lips before walking away leaving her there alone in tears of pure pain after he has loved her one last time.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Play Me || Boxer!Tom Holland

Warnings: all of it is just smut (18+), unprotected sex, somewhat public sex, male masturbation, brief oral (m receiving), language, boxing themes, douchebag Tommo, mentions of STDs and one night stands

Word Count: 5,857

Author’s Note: So as I said before, I had intended on just reposting my Easter smut today but I’ve been looking for a good time to post this and I think now is that time. I hope you guys enjoy and as always, lemme know what you think :)

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[sunshinesteviee]

Ahhh can I request a cute pumpkin patch visit with reader and Toms kids and one of them being a baby so they’re carried around on the chest with those contractions 🥲

Combining this with another request that asked for Tessa, too! Also I’m sorry it’s so late lol life is crazy atm. I hope you like it!!!

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You’d been going to the pumpkin patch with Tom every year you’d been together, and it made your heart melt to see your family grow each year. First it was you two, and Tessa, of course, but now you were up to a family of four, and the dog. Somehow, Tom had convinced you that the entire family should go to the pumpkin patch, including Tessa; you could never say no to those eyes of his. And that was how you arrived now, littlest one strapped to Tom’s chest, dog leash in hand, and your older boy in the wagon that had come along with you.

Tom adjusted the straps of the carrier to make sure that Henry, your two-month-old, was secure against his chest, “There you go, love. Cozy and safe.”

He grabbed the handle of the wagon, and started pulling it along, talking to Jasper, your four year old, “Are you gonna get a biiiig pumpkin, or a teeny tiny one, buddy?”

Jasper’s eyes went wide as he held his arms out to show Tom just how big of a pumpkin he wanted, “Big! Wike this big!”

Tom’s jaw dropped, “No way! That’s so big!”

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, ruffling your little boy’s curls, “We’ll keep our eyes open for one that big!”

He looked up at you, eyes still wide as he grinned at you, the exact picture of Tom. Tom had copied and pasted your little boy, somehow. Not that you minded, really. All of your boys had your entire heart. It was hard to say who exactly Henry looked like yet, but you could just tell that he definitely had Tom’s nose.

The three of you walked through the pumpkin patch together, searching for the perfect pumpkins to decorate your house, as well as the right ones to carve. It didn’t take long until Henry was fast asleep against Tom’s chest, but that didn’t stop you. Every time Jasper saw one he thought he liked, he pointed at it, excitedly exclaiming, “Mummy! Daddy! That one!”

There were more than enough pumpkins to decorate your entire house, but Jasper lit up as he saw the biggest one you’d come across yet, “Daddy! That one! Mummy, look, look!”

Crouching down to Jasper’s level, Tom placed a hand on Henry’s back to make sure he was still snug against his chest and still asleep, but still got excited with your oldest, “Wow! This is huge! Is this the one you want to carve, little man?”

Jasper nodded fervently, giving both of you those eyes that you knew so well, and were so used to giving in to, “Pretty please?”

“Of course, bud. Think you can get it into the wagon, or do you want some help?” Tom asked.

“I do it!” he insisted, before wrapping both arms around the giant pumpkin and struggling to pick it up. You and Tom exchanged a knowing look, trying to stifle your laughter, not wanting to hurt your baby’s feelings. After a moment of struggling, he huffed in annoyance, “Daddy, help? Please.”

“Sure, bud. Great job trying! Here I’ll help you, we’ll do it together, okay?” Tom pressed a kiss to Jasper’s hair, and then helped him lift it into the wagon, still being careful of the baby on his chest. Once it was in the wagon, Jasper cheered and reached up to give his dad a high five. And luckily enough, you were able to take a few pictures to the ever-growing pile of your growing family at the pumpkin patch through the years.

[userholland]

distracted | ceo!t.h.

kinktober prompt ⌁ spanking + thigh riding + body worship

pairing ⌁ ceo!tom x fem!reader

summary ⌁ with a busy schedule, tom has little-or-no free time anymore－ especially for you. luckily, he decides to take a remote day for work and you’re able to hang around your productive boyfriend all day; maybe even help him take longer breaks so he’s not completely occupied with his stressful, but successful business.

warnings (?) ⌁ 18+ smut, minors dni!, tattooed!tom a little, cursing

word count ⌁ 3.3k

a/n ⌁ glad to see great feedback on the first fic of this series <3 so i hope this one is just as good! another remind that my blog is more nsfw content, so please minors dni or you’ll be blocked! thanks so much and enjoy! this is not a request series so, please don’t send any. if you want more content like this, follow my sideblog @bitemetommy​ !

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[darlingholland]

last night

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter makes the morning after unforgettable.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda suggestive?

a/n: this is the cutest thing i've written i want to vomit :p pretend morning breath does not exist here p.s. cocky peter is the loml <33

waking up to the sound of a car horn blaring couldn't phase you this morning. and as you flutter your eyes open, you find yourself tangled up in your sheets with peter, who was currently sound asleep. a glimmer of sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating peter's chestnut curls. light purple bruises strewn across his neck serve as an instant reminder of what happened the night before.

your suited boyfriend had stumbled through your window in the late hours of the night. the only words that could fall from his mouth were those reminding you of how he could not stop thinking of you while on patrol. and after many insistent and heated kisses, you and peter decided to give in to your desires for the first time since you started dating.

and now, the morning after, you lay clad in one of the many sweaters he's left, staring at your snoozing lover.

"take a picture, yeah?" peter's lightly chukles as he pulls you to his chest. slightly startled at his sudden consciousness, you look up to find his eyes sleepily gazing at you. a sheepish grin plays upon your lips as memories of his tenderness flood through your mind.

you begin to pepper feathery kisses over his chest, wanting to subtly thank him for last night. peter’s hands, once planted on your waist, now slide down to softly squeeze your bum.

"what do you want to do today, baby?" you now burrow your face further into his chest, flustered under his words.

"mmm," your voice muffled, "stay here?"

pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he responds with, "sounds good."

wanting to stare at your boyfriend a little longer, you decide to pull away to prop your head up with your arm. and for the first time since last night, you make proper eye contact with your darling boy. a shit-eating grin slowly forms on peter's face. you couldn't help but follow his stupid action.

this man.

he slowly takes in his view, a familiar keenness filling peter's eyes. "what're you thinking about, pete?

"i only dreamed of calling you mine just a couple months ago," he starts, "and now you're laying here in my clothes, totally fucked."

"peter!" you groan, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

"c'mere." his hands come up to pull you toward him once again. his fingertips slide up to the middle of you back, drawing patterns into your warm skin. this alone makes you arch into him.

"yanno, you're kinda sweet when you're half asleep."

scattering delicate kisses across your neck, he mumbles, "mhm, i'm always sweet." his breath fanning over your skin drives you crazy.

quickly growing tired of the teasing, you push peter back down, into the mattress. swinging your leg over the boy, you straddle his lap. you bend down, stopping just before reaching his lips, "i love you." but before he could get a word out, your lips are already on his. a pleasant warmth washing over you as the kiss grows hungry. teeth almost clashing as he grabs for your ass.

"fuck, baby." peter whines.

after a couple more moans from both you and pete, you slow down, now softly pecking at his lips.

"god, you're beautiful." he murmurs against your lips. flustered once again, you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"so," he sighs, "how was last night?", asking as nonchalantly as he could.

you swear you could hear the smugness on his face.

"i don't remember. remind me again, parker?"

[jacksbrknheart]

the ties that bind ★ t.h

SUMMARY; The Hollands are a powerful mob, in charge of most of London, and the only gang in their way is your family. So naturally, your parents have decided to join forces together, roping you and Tom into their own little affairs. Tom didn’t want an arranged marriage, and nor did you. You were happy with your own life and your own boyfriend, and you were much more than either of you agreed to. commission by @pparkerxreader 💛

PAIRING; Mob!Tom x Reader

WORDS; 20753

WARNING; swearing, smoking, alcohol, violence, guns, shitty parents, smut!! (oral, hair pulling, spitting ig),

Under normal circumstances Tom Holland would speak his mind, loudly. He would protest and yell and tell anyone and everyone to go fuck themselves, that he was the one who made the decisions, that no one stays alive for long enough to tell Tom what he can and cannot do.

But with a gun against his head he couldn’t say no, he wouldn’t dare say no to his father. What his father wanted, his father got. He never asked twice. His father was the only man in London that Tom actually feared.

And although the gun was only metaphorical at the time–he could very easily take out his glock and aim it right at his son’s head if he dared disobey him. Tom knew that. So Tom nodded his head silently and read over the papers.

Tom had no desire to get married.

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[devotion]

umbrella | p.p

summary: a night in the pouring rain after a bad day at work only means that you get cheered up by spider-man — whom you end up learning is your beloved boyfriend.

w/c: 3.1k | p.p masterlist

warnings: fluff, slight angst, it gets heated (thought it's soft) but nothing is explicit, a mention of sex & a few swears.

notes: a late birthday gift for the one and only addie (@celestialholland) <3 i always ended up writing new things the longer i had this in my drafts, it became worrying /hj. and as you can tell lmao, bits of andrew's spidey is sprinkled in this bc i love his spidey sm ♡

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relentless as it is, rain mercilessly keeps on pouring down on new york city tonight. but that doesn't stop peter parker to wear his mask and get out there to be on the look out for crime.

in all fairness, it's more than weird to see a guy in a red and black unitard swinging from building to building, but it's what the people of queens have been accustomed to — to see their beloved spider-man save everything and anything harmful in their footsteps. yet, to peter's surprise, everyone can't seem to grasp the fact that he utilises an umbrella and plastic bags over his feet.

besides the occasional light-hearted laugh at him, peter has to admit that the sound of the rain is peaceful. it hits different when it's against the circular canopy just millimetres above his head, the noise subconsciously making peter feel relaxed. he listens to it carefully, walking on the streets and taking in everything whilst he can, before he plans to get eggs for his aunt may as she requested.

but there's you — whom would rather have spent their day at home, doing anything but running home in the rain, without a proper jacket to prevent your clothes from soaking through. on top of this dreadful weather, you've just had the fortitude to endure the discredit from your boss at work, spill tea over your blazer and arrive late. it all had happened in the span of less than 10 hours, so it's no wonder you're crying on your way home. but perhaps a dream, really — as you catch the guy in a red suit stop in your tracks in front of your very eyes. the guy who you seemingly admire because of his contribution to the city.

peter couldn't only sense the threat of you not crossing the road correctly, but the morose atmosphere that you sustained. so, here he is; a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice the only soft thing you've heard all day: “hey, hey... are you okay, ma'am? everything alright?”

looking up to what you assume is the eyes underneath the mask, you're only capable of squeezing your mouth shut, finally nodding. yet, your efforts to stop your lips from trembling are thwarted — when you realise a stranger finally acknowledges you and your dire need to be regarded for.

“here, stand under here.” he wraps his clothed hand around yours after beckoning you to come join him. as you're finally under his trusty umbrella, sheltering from the hammering patter of the rain, you become internally grateful for his help.

“see? you're safe," he assures you, bringing yourself and him under the tree nearby. it gives you time to wipe your eyes whilst you stop yourself from snivelling, even though they're simply tears in the rain. a camouflage that suddenly means nothing.

“do you... maybe want a hug?” he asks, his free arm looking ready to pull you into one. you furrow your eyebrows, caught by surprise at the gesture. all until his mechanical lenses contract and head tilts to the side, whereupon you wave him off with a hand, sniffling.

you reply jokingly, even with a croaked voice, “i'm drenched, spidey. i don't wanna get you marinated in cloud juice.”

“cloud juice?” he laughs before the lenses clearly shutter close, indicating that his eyes are squeezed shut. there's a snort that slips out by accident, in effect making you laugh with him. “that's actually something my girlfriend would say.”

“a girlfriend?” you press, a tentative smile making its way on your lips as you raise your eyebrows as if to tease him.

“yeah,” he answers, contentment edging in his voice. “why? jealous?”

“hey,” you begin to argue, “i love your work, spider-man. but my boyfriend is perhaps the most amazing guy on the planet. which reminds me—” you sigh, teeth clattering as it starts to get cold. “—i really need to get home because i miss him... like... a lot.”

shit, peter thinks.

“sure, i'll walk you,” he sputters out after a moment or two. right now, peter thinks twice before he makes it too obvious that he's the one you have to go home to. “yeah. uh... which way?”

after walking for what seems like forever — that only being three minutes — you're left to wonder what your boyfriend, peter, is doing at home. hopefully making that chicken curry that he's been labouring the point about ever since last week.

“peter's gonna be so happy for me for meeting spider-man,” you jabber to him, partially by accident since you don't want to fawn over him whens he's right next to you.

“your peter sure will be,” he mumbles.

“what was that?”

“nothing, nothing,” he starts chuckling,  “i can't wait to go home too tonight... you know... to my girlfriend.”

“awh, cute.” you side-eye him, nudging him in the process.

head leaning into the side, his neck tingles at the attuned feeling of being emblazed by the mere thought of you again. with him being peter parker, that is. “yeah... i'm very lucky to have her.”

“she would be,” you ponder. amazingly, you feel light for whatever reason, as if you're floating. there's something about spider-man today that makes you feel special, lucky enough to have him cross your path instead of resorting to weeping and wallowing in sorrow alone. you know how beholden you are to him that now peter doesn't have to worry about you arriving home whilst crying.

turning towards the next street, it doesn't take long for the vigilante to abruptly stop in his tracks, causing you to halt, too. maybe it's the fact that he feels like he should uplift your mood, but it's mainly because he's realised the irony of the situation he's in with you, and it's just too good of an opportunity to let pass. he speaks up, “i... i just realised something.”

after mindlessly twirling the umbrella in his hand, without another word, you hear the one and only spider-man giggle. it's familiar, that's for sure. yet the questioning and mostly afraid look on your face is answered immediately when he points at you, singing, “you can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh.”

meanwhile, you're noticing him wiggling his hips with every word, with the right rhythm, in which you happen to end up in peals of laughter, breathily sounding out, “oh my god.”

“not good enough?”

“nah... just glad to know the hero of new york's has nice pipes on him.”

you hear a snort come from him, and a little giggle following after. your eyebrows furrow at the homely sound, but you assume it's nothing. in turn, it doesn't fail to pluck the corners of your mouth up in a smile.

“what can i say?” he counters, shrugging his shoulders. “part of the job.”

just when you think the conversation has ended there and you turn to walk on, he begins to sing another part of the same song, “you can run into my arms. it's okay, don't be alarmed. come into meeee.”

he waits a moment before prodding you with his shoulder, “come on, sing with me.”

“i think it would be inappropriate for me to sing that last part, spidey.”

he audibly gasps as he clicks on. “you know rihanna meant as in a hug, y/n.”

again, your heart leaps in your chest. “how do you know my name?”

all the clues add up. your own umbrella was the first clue, the little paint mark that stains the handle was the first giveaway — in which he clearly forgets to cover it every now and again. his voice especially is the thing you picked up; he deepens it sometimes, but clearly forgets in other occasions.

“i knew you'd crack. and i definitely wasn't wrong when i heard your voice. your jumpiness is exactly like him. your laugh— even your hand gestures.”

“what- what do you mean?” the masked hero - your boyfriend asks, sweating just as easily as he can walk.

“my boyfriend is spider-man,” you try to envisage that fact in your head when the words tumble out your mouth. “which means the supposed girlfriend you have is... me. who you said you're lucky to have.” you pout, acknowledging him and you can imagine, in every aspect, the smile on his face slowly growing as he blushes under his mask.

“because it's true.” his head slants to one side, a hand motioning towards you, which points to him yet again. he goes on to tease you, “and i'm the most amazing guy on the planet which you miss... like... a lot.”

looking amused, you curl your lips up as you titter at him — recognising he's quoting what you had said prior to this. “and it's true, webby.”

he shakes his head, squaring up now since he finds himself leaning towards your face as if he's going in for a kiss. as he does this, you're innately confessing that he looks hot doing that particular stance. you tell yourself to bring it up later.

he presents the offer, “talking about... webs... wanna swing?”

you look around, realising your surroundings, only for you to come forward and whisper, “pete, we're literally a street away.”

“oh yeah.” he scratches his clothed neck. “fine, then. you go home and i'll be right there, okay? i have a surprise for you.”

“wait—”

“—bye ma'am! stay safe.” he gives you a peace sign before he even bestows you the chance to finish your sentence, swinging away with the help of the buildings on the street.

you shrug, the biggest smile making its way on your face anyway as you embrace the news and his confessions before you just found out his identity. he most likely has had a reason to keep you from knowing that he has super powers. perhaps to keep his friends and aunt may safe... and you. knowing him, it must be.

walking home with a happy skip in your step, you think about how you finally understand what people mean by spider-man's infectious nature to cheer people up.

before long, you're met with peter's presence when he opens the door — cheeks raised as you're mirroring his expression. his fluffy brown hair chiefly catches your attention — sticking out in all directions and defying gravity with contempt. but he's somehow changed his clothes already; the necklace you gave him for your anniversary last year glints in the light from the bulb not far from his head.

this is the surprise he meant earlier, you're guessing.

with all things taken into account, and your surprise, you'd honestly say your bad mood has since vanished into thin air from the very moment peter's alter ego brought you under his umbrella. you underwent that horrible phase not even long ago, yet it's evidently bubbled into nothing, like as if any of the pitiful events that had occurred earlier on had never happened.

truly, there are some people worth coming home to. and your pete? he does exactly that. he's worth coming home to.

after securing the lock on the door, his hand wrapped around yours snugly, you both fall in a fit of giggles on the way to your bedroom. cosy, warm, safe; what you feel when peter finally tugs you towards him, foreheads and noses touching as you take the smell of fresh linen around you.

“did the laundry, you know.” peter quips in, nose gliding to the base of your cheek.

“hmmm. how much detergent d'you put in?”

“like, uh... 3 caps full?”

your eyes fly open at that, eventually muttering, “for fuck's sake.”

silence lasts for a while after he responds back with a “my bad.” you take in the serenity, though, up until your conversation earlier with him dawns on you.

pouting jokingly, you raise, “you've never sang in front of me.”

“oh, uh... do you... like it?”

“yeah. would totally stream your version of umbrella like— a thousand times.”

“har har har.”

“you think i'm kidding?”

“you're serious?” you eagerly nod your head as he looks at you incredulously. he continues, “well then. hey, y/n—”

in seconds, peter has a strong grip on your hips, bringing you indubiously more closer to him, as his face is mere inches from yours again. “you have my heaaart. we'll never be world's apaaart.”

peter retreats away from you as he continues to jive about on the carpet in a way you're beginning to wish he wouldn't. though, again, you downright appreciate that his ass really has no right looking that good.

when he returns to you, tongue lying against his cheek and eyebrows raised, you're one to moan childishly, “this is so fucking cheesy.” your hands rest on his hard chest, which now you know the real reason behind his strong physique.

“only with you.”

your entranced demeanour becomes more playful, as does his. back arching against him, soft and slow, your head falls far back until you can see both you and peter upside down in the mirror. you smile at his giggly nature, of whom his eye-wrinkling laugh can be seen in it like clear daylight.

a sturdy hand at your lower back, he brings you up close for you to face him again. now you're up again, you're quick to glide your hands to the back of his neck and seat them there.

you ask, eyes scanning his eyes, then to his freckles dotted around his angelic face, “why'd you run into me tonight? why'd you see me out of all people?” his mouth snaps shut, catching your attention, and making you narrow your eyes at him once you realise something. “were you spying on me?”

he tuts. “i always do. and it's not spying, babe. looking out,” he corrects you. “besides, you really looked like you needed a friend.”

after bringing out your hand which is currently settled on his lower back, he holds onto it, intertwining his fingers with yours as if to reiterate that he's there for you.

“i did.” you simply mumble under your breath. “and hmmm. you always do, huh?” you raise your eyebrows, smiling again for what seems like the thousandth time the same night. “why?”

“don't wanna lose you is all.”

“you'll never lose me.” you shake your head, your fingers tracing lines over where his heart is. “in here, anyway.”

peter beams, finding your beauty mesmeric in its own unique way when you say it.

you finally catch his gaze, eyes meeting in a hold with ample enough ardour to be pulled apart, as if to let your words sink in to the both of you; to cherish them like you always do. the longer you stare at each other, the more the urge to laugh gets harder — all until he sticks his tongue out and wiggles his eyebrows to spoil the sweet moment.

it's peter who breaks the eye contact moments later, only because your hands absentmindedly have began fiddling with his web shooters on his wrists, disguised cleverly as wrist bands. his line of sight shifts to where your fingers are placed.

“is this... what i think it is?” you press, figuring out where on earth the sticky stuff comes out from.

“yeah...” he returns after nodding, “yanno... 'cos i have to be ready to equip my web cartridges at any given moment.”

“that's so cool, pete.” you marvel, overjoyed at the compact device, perfectly credible and within reach, almost making you believe that it's all some kind of joke.

you wrap a hand around his left band anyway, as if to embody your fascination — which becomes slightly amusing to peter — and guide it to your right. you might as well try it when it's right at your disposal... and you know the perfect way to test it out.

with the stance that you've learnt which your spider-man normally adopts before swinging, yours and peter's arms are outstretched and alongside each other. but you're left confused from where to go on from here.

in a small voice, you curiously ask, “how do you do it?”

“press this.” he motions to the button in the centre, before leaning forward to kiss your temple.

immediately upon shooting it right exactly at the bed post, you turn your head slightly to see peter blowing out his cheeks, impressed.

he then inclines his head towards you, piping up, “good aim.” he smirks. “why there specifically?”

nibbling your lip and winking, you purr, “you know why.”

“cheeky.”

you wink once he comes in for a kiss, and before you know it, you're amidst a tangled mess on the bed already, consumed in devotion — until you stop him with a firm hand on his chest to catch your breath. the moment you're able to speak, you start by placing your legs on either side of him, eventually resting your head on his shoulder to say, “but before we do anything...”

“hmm?” you notice peter's eyes are round and a little wider than before, observing you attentively, whereupon you seize the moment by clasping him in your arms snugly. his laboured breathing becomes much more steadier when you do that, digits proceeding to stroke your head, despite being a little confused.

“just having that hug that you offered me earlier,” you come out with, eyes fluttering close as you lay on your beloved boyfriend's chest. peter nods to himself, reciprocating it with much warmth as you are. he waits a while before he encirces your waist to place you on your back effortlessly, peppering kisses under your neck in the process.

“want hot chocolate after sex, right? extra cream and sprinkles?”

you nod your head excitedly, “you know it.”

it's with much passion that you muster within yourself to kiss him as you hold either side of his jaw with your hands; his whole visage delicate in your touch as you bring him closer, sealing your love a billion times in the kiss. the depth it holds does as much as you want and need it to, encapsulating all your remaining pent-up anger into pure love.

there's no doubt that in peter's commitment to you, is where he feels safest and best. noses bumping every now and again, the mere smell of rain that dampened your clothes earlier pervades his already-haywire senses, but you have a way of making the smell pleasant enough for him to keep kissing you. in every right way, thrilling.

as nimble fingertips work down your sides to grasp your hips, you're brought further into an ecstasy when he works to your liking. what matters more is that you feel all the more at home with him; whether it's by his side or underneath or miles apart... your inner sunshine comes through just the same.

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Bodyguard!Tom

if anyone knows of any other bodyguard!tom fics, please let me know

* = smut

Safe With You - @hufflepuffhollander

as an a-list celebrity, there can be a lot of threats out there - luckily, you have a bodyguard that keeps close by, in more ways than one but always being watched comes with its own problems

Champagne Bubbles - @minichedders

bodyguard!tom taking part in a bubble bath and champagne

Princess - @minichedders

bodyguard!tom helping you find a suitable husband within three months

High Stakes - @minichedders

you're introduced to your new bodyguard after your fathers job puts you in danger

Safe House (Series) - @angel-holland

“looking for my daughter?” the king interrupts, laughing “have you lost her again, thomas?” - tom lets out a light chuckle, “aren’t I always looking for her, sir?”

Bodyguard - @pastelpeter

tom is your bodyguard and you are a prestigious business woman, the ceo of l/n industries

* Join Me - @sadchappuccino

you were done with tom just being your bodyguard

"Need Your Saving" (Series) - @oneshots-heaven

fame doesn’t always come with good terms - as the paparazzi’s start following her everywhere she goes, the movie company hires a new bodyguard to protect her - not knowing that she may not only need his protection, but also his comfort

Lifeline (Series on Wattpad) - @peterparkerstingle

y/n never thought that her father's career in politics would influence her life so much: where she went to school, who she dated, what she studied, and whether or not she needed someone to watch her every minute of every day

Blurb - @lamptracker

y/n’s a famous singer and needs a bodyguard - tom does his job when she gets attacked on stage

* Pointing The Gun - @blissfulparker

the daughter of one of london’s most royal families always has a gun pointed at her, freedom restricted and never having one true friend or love in her life - although one bodyguard, one safehouse makes everything change

Safehouse - @blissfulparker

after a threat against you, you and your bodyguard tom are sent off to a safehouse where you and him are stuck on a beach leaving all the feeling kept deep pulled to the surface

Blurb - @spiderboytotherescue

where something really bad happens to you and that night you have a nightmare and woke up screaming and he’s there to calm you down

Caught - @spiderboytotherescue

making out with bodyguard tom in your dressing room and harrison (who's another one of your guards) catches you

Separated - @spiderboytotherescue

where you get separated from him in a crowd and have a little anxiety attack

Real Or Not Real - @multi-fandom-writer

you couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to let yourself end up in a situation like this - he was supposed to be your bodyguard

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Fɪᴄ Lɪsᴛs

lists of my favourite tom holland fanfics arranged according to topic (this post is still being updated - I am hoping to post a new fic list every day or two)

Famous!Reader

Dad!Tom

CEO!Tom

Enemies To Lovers

Friends To Lovers

Angst

Mob!Tom

Friends With Benefits (Coming Friday)

Singer!Reader (Coming Saturday)

message me if you need help finding a lost fic ✌︎︎

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Jealous (Tom Holland x Reader)

“One, two, three, action!”

You watched smiling as Tom swung around a pole the crew had set up for him, pretending it was a street lamp. A few hours ago he had been practicing this move in just jeans and a white tee shirt. Now he was dressed in all his glory as Spider-Man. While he had been getting ready you checked social media and everyone was joking that it looked like he was pole dancing. You thought it was hilarious and figured you’d enjoy your front row seat to the “show”.

You and Tom had been dating for three months now and you couldn’t be happier. You were looking for a break from school and responsibilities so Tom suggested you travel with him while filming. It was honestly one of the best things to ever happen to you. Tom was one of the best things to ever happen to you.

One thing you hadn’t gotten used to was the hoards of screaming girls fawning over him. You knew Tom was nice and polite to them but you still couldn’t help but be jealous. You had struggled most of your life in the self confidence area and you thought dating Tom would help. Which it did, a little. On the other hand you constantly thought you weren’t good enough for him.

“Cut!” The Director Watts yelled.

Tom pulled off his mask and shook his head to fix his hair as he walked over to you. “How was I?” He asked pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Amazing as always.” You said wrapping your arms around his waist. The fangirl in you would never get over the fact that you were hugging Spider-Man.

“Alright Tom we’ve got to get you hooked up to the fly wires. We’re bringing in Zendaya.” One of the crew members smiled at your boyfriend.

“Right.” He nodded before turning his attention back to you. “Duty calls.”

“You dork.” You laughed releasing him from the hug you had trapped him in. You’d never get over how nicely the suit showed off his muscles.

“I can’t help myself.” He shrugged pulling the mask back on as he went over to the stunt coordinator to talk through the next scene.

“Here you go.” Tom’s brother Harry smiled handing you a raspberry lemonade.

“Hey thanks.” You smiled taking the sweet pink liquid from him.

When you turned back you almost spit out your lemonade. Zendaya was tightly wrapped around Tom’s waist and he was holding her tightly with his arm around her as she clutched onto him tightly. Part of you wanted to go over there and rip her right off of him. You knew Z would never try and steal him from you even if she was interested in him, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of the position they were currently in.

“You ok?” Harry asked taking notice of your coughing.

“Fine.” You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair.

The next hour was some sort of crazy hell as you watched Tom and Zendaya film the stunt over and over again. A permanent frown had settled in on your face which would probably show up on the internet later, but you didn’t care. Zendaya was so skinny and so perfect and so not you. Watching them together made you wonder if they should be the couple.

When Tom was finally finished he waved to you before going back to change into street clothes. You wanted patiently for him outside the tent, trying to compose yourself. Why were you like this?

“All ready love?” Tom asked throwing his arm around you.

“Yup.” You nodded shortly.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He asked dropping his arm and moving in front of you to get a good look at your face.

“Nothing.” You smiled unconvincingly.

“Y/N, what is it?” He said more serious this time.

“It’s nothing, just a little jealous you know, with her legs wrapped around you and all. I’m sorry. Let’s just go.” You said feeling ridiculous.

“Darling there’s no need to be jealous.” He said tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. “Spider-Man may have MJ, but…” Tom said grabbing your waist and picking you up so you were in a similar position as Zendaya earlier. “I have you.” He smiled holding onto you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“The cameras.” You whispered looking over at the photographers having a field day.

“Eh, let them.” Tom smiled giving you a tight squeeze. “Now I’m going to take you home and show you just how special you are.” He smirked as he carried you to the car.

“Tom!” You giggled burying your face in his neck.

“What?” He said innocently. “Can’t have my girl thinking I have eyes for another woman.”

“Oh I hate you.” You said pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.” He grinned before setting you in the car.

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Brutal Out Here

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter gets jealous when you get paired with Brad for a project

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“Okay, class. For this project, I’m gonna pick your partners so that we don’t repeat what happened last time.” Your professor announced.

“Hey, what happened was not my fault.” Flash spoke up. “I didn’t know he had a peanut allergy.”

“Peter, you’ll be with Ned.” Your professor ignored him.

“Nice.” Peter and Ned fist bumped.

“Brad, you’ll be with Y/n.” The professor continued.

“Nice.” Brad smiled and held out his fist. You awkwardly smiled back and fist bumped him. Peter watched the interaction and frowned before shaking it off. He figured you were just doing it to be polite and he would probably have done the same if he were in your shoes.

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omgg what ab dad!peter getting a call from his 4 yr old daughter’s school and she’s crying bc she had a bad day and asking for him to pick her up and he does & they just like hang for the rest of the day 🥺🥺

our spot

warnings: teeny tiny angsty moments but the fluff cancels them out

a/n: let me offer the sincerest of apologies for taking forever on this omg i’ve been madly in love with dad!peter lately so i wanted to spend a little time with him and make sure i got him right :,) i hope you enjoy nevertheless xo

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peter is perched atop the roof of a multistory building, one that’s tall enough to survey the area he’s currently patrolling. there’s a warm breeze blowing, and the sun shines brightly above him.

he loves it up here. this spot is his go-to hangout, has been ever since he started sticking to walls. it’s the perfect place because even though he’s alone, he isn’t lonely. he’s right at the center of it all.

a smile playing on his lips, peter reaches to take off his mask and take in the fresh air.

then…

“incoming call from willow,” karen announces.

peter’s smile widens into a full grin as a picture of yours and his daughter pops up.

you’d recently given her one of those ladybug phones with both your numbers programmed into it, only it’s a spider-man phone instead.

it’s not as subtle as you would’ve preferred. that was what you got for letting peter design it, though.

willow is only supposed to call if there’s an emergency, but she tends not to follow the rules you lay out for her.

she is her father’s daughter.

“answer, kar,” peter approves, crouching down on the ledge of the roof.

a mere second later, willow is babbling into the microphone.

“daddy? are you there?”

she’s quiet. that’s out of the norm for her.

peter chalks it up to her sneaking her phone during school. she’s in recess, at the moment.

“hi, wills,” he grins to himself. “what’s up, honey? your day’s going good?”

the line falls silent, so silent that peter can hear willow’s heart thumping fast in her chest. it’s accompanied by faint sniffling and children shouting to one another in the background.

his fatherly and spiderly instincts tell him something is wrong.

“willow?” peter speaks calmly, despite his concern that’s quickly growing. “hey… hey, it’s me,” he coos, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“talk to me, wills. what’s going on?”

peter fears the worst, as he always does. he’s protective over each of his loved ones. none so much as willow, however. she’s his little girl. he does everything in his power and beyond to keep her safe and happy, which in turn has made him a bit of a helicopter parent.

the teasing peter endures from you and willow herself is worth it if it means your bundle of joy stays out of harm’s way.

although, he’s not so sure she is.

peter hops to his feet, his stance strong as each individual hair on his arms rises.

is she hurt? is she sick? is she at the very least okay?

“i- i-“ willow stammers out, peter’s own heart racing. “please talk to me, willow. you gotta talk to me,” he coaxes her, reloading his web cartridges in case he has to use them. “help me help you.”

willow’s breathing is ragged, more like she’s gasping for air.

peter is about to haul himself off the rooftop to get to her until she finally spits it out.

“i wanna go home,” willow whimpers, much to his relief that that’s it.

his eyes fluttering closed, he gulps back the pool of saliva that gathered in his mouth.

“you wanna go home,” peter repeats. the tension simultaneously leaves his body. “how come, wills? you feeling alright?” he checks with her, beginning to list off possible ailments. “got any ouchies? a tummy ache? itchy throat?”

“i don’t feel like talking about it,” willow firmly informs him.

you and peter had recently taught her about setting boundaries, including with the two of you. so, he has to respect her decision.

“i understand,” peter concedes. “i’ll swing over after you finish up recess, okay?“

“no!” willow instantly counters, peter’s brows knitting together. recess is usually her favorite part of the day. “come now. i wanna go home, now,” she reiterates, words sounding desperate.

“ok, honey. you go on inside, and i’m gonna meet you there,” peter concludes with a frown.

“thank you, daddy. i love you,” willow whispers. his fingers curl back towards his webshooters. “i love you, wills. see you in a few… karen, end call,” peter murmurs, outstretching his arm to shoot a web.

he leaps down from the rooftop so he can swing from building to building. he’ll contact willow’s school after you, figuring he should fill you in on everything beforehand.

“call y/n,” peter requests from karen, lips forming a line while he listens to the dial tone.

you pick up with your voice hushed and phone clutched tightly to your ear.

“what is it, pete? i’m in a meeting,” you remind your husband.

you’re a full-time working woman and a full-time mother, which peter admires the hell out of.

“crap, i forgot,” peter chuckles. “how’s that going, by the way?” a small smile graces your features. “not too bad, ‘til you interrupted it,” you chastise. peter internally cringes. “sorry, babe. there’s just… i gotta tell you something.”

“i hate to rush you off, but i’ve got a room full of people waiting on me,” you laugh out, waving at your employees from outside of the room. “let’s get right to it. on a scale from one to ten, what level of emergency are we talking?”

“it’s not an emergency for once,” peter retorts, then corrects himself. “not per se.” that piques your curiosity. “what do you mean?”

he swooshes his way down an avenue and flings another web from his wrist.

“it’s, um, it’s willow. she wanted me to pick her up early, so i’m on my way to the school,” he explains. “i thought i’d give you a heads up. sorry again about your meeting.”

“no, it’s okay. it’s willow,” you echo him. “she comes before a damn nine-to-five, pete.”

peter lets out a laugh, glad you’re both on the same page. you two really are the dream team.

“well, thanks for telling me. what happened exactly?” you wonder with a sympathetic shake of your head. peter shrugs his shoulders, at a loss. “that’s what i’ve been trying to find out. she wasn’t up to talking about it.”

“don’t push her. she’ll share when she’s ready to, yeah?” you offer your sentiment. “yeah, but patience isn’t really my thing,” peter grumbles, nearing willow’s school.

although she’s only just started her first year of elementary, he has the route there memorized.

“i’m aware, peter. it isn’t willow’s either, so you won’t be kept in suspense too long,” you reassure him, lightheartedly rolling your eyes.

your coworker points to his watch, signaling for you to wrap it up.

“i have to go,” you sigh. “good luck, and let me know how she’s doing soon.”

“i will,” peter agrees. “good luck to you, too. love you, y/n/n.” you beam to yourself. “love you more, bye!”

he’d fight you on that, had you not already hung up.

peter quickly rings willow’s school, then ducks behind a parked bus on the side of the street to change. he shimmies out of his spider-man suit and into a non-suspecting business suit.

he shakes out the navy blue blazer and uses his fingers to comb his messy curls, followed by him jogging up the stairs to the school.

he’s perked up a bit as he waltzes through the double doors, trekking down the hall to the main office.

chatting with you made him feel so much better. you just have a sort of soothing effect on him.

peter finally steps inside the main office, where willow is slumped over in a cushioned chair. she springs up immediately upon noticing his presence, rushing over to him with tear stained cheeks and her backpack flopping on her shoulders.

he crouches to the floor so he’s at her level and envelopes his daughter in a much needed hug. willow tucks her face into the crook of his neck, her tiny hands clutching at the material of his blazer. her sobs sound throughout the room.

“aw, wills,” peter exhales, bringing her to his chest. “my love.”

it’s crushing him that willow is hurting, and he can’t do anything about it because he’s not sure why.

he kisses the top of her head and lets his lips linger on her scalp. one of the office aids sends him a sad smile.

“home,” willow whines against his neck. “i wanna go home.”

peter lifts her into his arms carefully, hers winding around him on instinct.

“we are, lovey. let’s just get you signed out, alright?” he receives a timid nod from willow in response, carrying her over to the front desk.

the same aid slides him a clipboard with an attendance sheet that peter scribbles his signature on. he mutters his thanks to the woman before turning to leave, willow remaining nestled into him.

she only peeks out of his neck once the two of them have left the school. her eyes are puffy, lips pouted. peter rubs circles on her upper back as they descend down the stairs.

he wishes there was something he could do to cheer her up, anything at all.

what would he do to cheer himself up?

that’s when it hits him.

“mind if we take a detour on the way home? it’ll be quick,” peter prompts willow, earning a groan from her. “that’s what you always say,” she sasses. he snickers at that.

she’s slowly but surely returning to herself.

“i mean it, little miss. i think you’ll like it, too. what do you say?” peter questions again. he’s stopped on the sidewalk to hold for willow’s answer. “i say… okay,” she gives in, giggling as peter tickles her sides lightly.

the pair of them venture off to the mystery location, willow eventually choosing to walk beside peter with her hand in his. a few blocks and way too many flights of stairs later, they arrive.

peter would have swung her here, but he doubted you’d have approved of that.

“daddy,” willow tugs peter’s hand, peering up at him. “where are we?”

he gives her a short tour of the area, leading her towards the edge of the rooftop.

it’s the same one he was on earlier.

“this is my spot,” peter elaborates, his thumb smoothing over each of willow’s knuckles. “i come up here whenever i’m sad, or overwhelmed…” he raises an eyebrow at her. “big word. you know what it means?”

willow nods proudly, which doesn’t surprise him. the brains run in the family.

“sometimes, i come up here just ‘cuz,” peter continues. “it’s nice, huh? good place to clear your mind. the view’s not bad either.”

willow creeps onto her tiptoes to see the city below them.

“it’s pretty,” she points out at the horizon. grinning, peter follows her finger. “very.”

he lowers himself to the ground, patting the spot next to him for willow to sit. she does so with caution, scooting in close to peter. her teeth chatter as a gust of wind suddenly brushes over the two of them, peter amused by her reaction.

“cold?” he smirks. willow shivers, shooting him a look. “duh.”

peter slips out of his blazer, willow ditching her backpack before he drapes it over her shoulders. it practically swallows her whole, which is absolutely adorable to peter.

his arm wraps comfortably around her middle, willow settling into him.

“you get sad, too?” she pipes up after a moment. peter stares at the blue sky rather reflectively. “everyone does, my love. it’s okay.”

peter’s gaze shifts to willow, who’s gnawing at the inside of her cheek.

“why are you sad, wills?” he asks softly, willow hiding her hands in the sleeves of his blazer. “because,” she simply replies. peter nudges her side. “because why?”

he remembers what you said about not pushing her, but she’s so close. it’s on the tip of her tongue. with a little encouragement, he can get it out of her.

willow cowers away from him, almost deflating.

“i have no friends,” she confesses. “that’s why i was crying. i have no friends.”

peter moves over to her and sets a gentle hand on her back. he doesn’t say anything yet, letting her guide the conversation again.

“school is no fun when you don’t have any friends,” willow declares, in a matter-of-fact fashion. “there’s no one to push me on the swing or chase me in tag. i feel all alone.”

the transition from pre-k to kindergarten hasn’t been easy for willow. new school, new people. it’s an adjustment she’s struggled to make. peter wasn’t aware this was part of it, though.

he’s been there himself, having faced it firsthand for a good portion of his life. how could he not have, being branded as penis parker the second he stepped foot into midtown?

“being alone doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” peter challenges, adding, “but, you’re right. it’s not fun either.”

willow snuggles into his blazer impossibly more, laying on his dress shirt clad shoulder.

“i didn’t have too many friends when i was your age,” peter recounts, willow’s eyes widening. “really? why not?”

he chuckles at her question, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head.

“beats me. but, really. i was on my own until i met uncle ned and aunt mj,” peter smiles fondly at the mentioning of two of his oldest friends. “and mommy,” willow jumps in. he squeezes her side affirmatively. “and mommy.”

neither peter nor willow would be who they are without you to thank. you’ve saved peter from himself so many times, today being one of them.

willow kicks her feet that are dangling freely over the ledge of the roof.

“have you ever brought mommy up here?” she inquires, watching her feet swing.

peter is just now realizing he hasn’t ever shown anyone this particular rooftop. it’s only been his.

“actually, no,” he admits and rests the side of his head against willow’s. “nobody except you, wills.”

he backs away enough to glance over at her.

“tell you what.”

peter ruffles her locks loosely, willow leaning into his touch and looking up at him.

“let’s make this our spot, somewhere we can come when we wanna get away from it all,” he proposes. “together.” a smile pulls at the corners of willow’s lips. “deal.”

peter clears stray strands of hair out of willow’s face with his fingers, pinching each of her cheeks playfully. she scrunches her nose up.

“you’ll find your people someday, hm? trust the process,” he hums, willow hooking both her arms around his. “you’re already my person, daddy,” she murmurs.

his heart bursts for what must be the trillionth time. the love he has for willow, for you, for your little family is infinite and incomparable to anything peter has felt before.

he welcomes her embrace around him, cherishes being in her grasp.

“you’re my person too, wills.”

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Torn Leaves, Broken Hearts - @t-lostinworlds

most couples fight, you and tom weren't an exception - it started out as an argument, but when tom lost control of his temper, he just took it a leap too far

3 Hearts Broken - @wizkiddx

an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

Worst Travel Day Ever - @trashinaglass

y/n and tom get in a fight while traveling for press tour

Not Prick - @dlwritings

a fan gets a little aggressive with tom at the mall, and he takes it out on the wrong person, but he’s a good guy, and when he realizes his mistake, he’s determined to make up for it

Who Do You See? - @dlwritings

sometimes all the comments get to tom - all the press and the fans and that opinions coming in from the world. and sometimes, he just needs some of your wise words of affirmation to bring a smile back to his face

* Sunkissed - @duskholland

your summer fling with tom had ended in a heartbreak so pronounced that you can’t quite believe your eyes when he turns up again, one year on, desperate to turn back time. you’re lovesick, he’s pining, and with the stakes higher than ever before, it’s going to be a hot, hot summer…

Don't Be Happier - @cherrykindness

you and tom are no longer together, but you still dedicate a song on your new album to him and his new relationship with zendaya

Reckless - @vendettaparker

in a fit of jealousy, tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions

Champagne Problems - @waitimcomingtoo

you play tom a new song you wrote, and he overthinks the lyrics

Ache - @thollandss

some men are gamers, just so happens that your man is one too - one day he doesn’t pay you any attention and you have had enough of it, so you speak up

Shatter Us - @itsbeaconhillsbaby

emotional outbursts lead to some much needed conversations

Against The World - @spideyyposts

tom’s burnt out and says things that he doesn’t mean - regretful apologies and heart-felt reminders ensues

* When The Levee Breaks - @angelic-holland

in which tom is in love with y/n, but y/n doesn’t feel the same way - or doesn’t want to admit that she does

I Swear To God, I Never Fall In Love - @hazofmyheart

it’s complicated - your best friend is dating her ex’s best mate, harrison, leaving tension between you and tom - you’re supposed to hate him but how can you with his boyish charms and those sweet brown eyes that make your heart pound just by looking at them?

Say It To My Face - @stuckonspidey

tom has been distant lately, hiding something but he won’t say it was his fault, instead he tries to blame it on you

Affliction - @hollandroos

everyone has insecurities but some are worse then others - some are enough to ruin relationships

Hoodies & Disloyalties - @hollandroos

you hear tom saying things about you to his friends which leads you to become distant

Priorities - @tom-softie

could you write real big angst with tom, where him and the reader are arguing over tom not prioritising the relationship and spending more time with the boys then the reader?

Talking - @tom-softie

you and tom get into a fight

Meddle Out - @lovewasted

perhaps tom doesn’t adore his family as much as he says he does

False God - @spidernerdsblog

tom and y/n have been in a relationship for 2 years and it's always hard with the rumours and the distance but this time just became harder

Rumours - @bradtomlovesya

your relationship with tom hits some bumps due to some misunderstandings

Sour - @itsallyscorner

you reflect on your past relationship and thus sour is born, kinda social media fic

Favourite Crime - @spacebarnes

all the things you did for this relationship, you were really hoping that you were his favourite crime

The Trial Of The Eldest Holland - @reawritesthings

after much debate, you decide to attend the twins birthday having no idea that their brother; your ex would be there

Be Better For You - @wizkiddx

exam season is stressful but when tom returns the consequences of the stress are evident and unfortunately take a tole on you

The Moment I knew - @spider-barnes

things haven't been going great between you and tom - when he misses your birthday, you come to a realisation

You & I - @spideyyposts

tom’s on his way to ask you an important question. the problem? - he’s not sure what your answer will be, considering the messy circumstances

What A Time - @unsaidholland

in which you write a song about tom after a breakup and he needs to make things right

Back Home - @imaginesmai

five months ago, you broke up, five months ago, you walked out of tom’s house because it was all too much - five months ago, tom left his home without you and now he’s back, realizing you shouldn’t have never broke up

It's Going To Be Okay - @notsosmexy

when you came home and couldn’t find him you called everyone, but no one picked up - so, when you get a call from the hospital, you have no idea what to think

Forgotten - @holland-ish

tom and reader haven't spent time together in awhile - reader tells tom they should maybe go on a break - he flies back to their apartment couple days later to apologize but she was gone, all her things were gone

Without A Word - @holland-ish

tom messed up big time and now, he needs to come clean about the mistakes that he has made

Distant - @lilyjoyner

tom catches you crying and properly freaking out over something small, so he does what’s natural to him and comforts you the best he can

Say You Love Me - @foreverbeingthunderbuddy

say you love me to my face, I need it more than your embrace - “I can’t” - simple as that, two words, ending your world

Should've Said No - @harryhollandsgirlfriend

“it’s pathetic really, how much i still hope it’s you and me in the end"

* Hooked On Your Feelings (Series) - @heyhihellowhatsup0

after a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea - until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble

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* Red Light - @spidey-sophie

every night there are a variety of customers but this night is different - as you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights - who is this man and why do you feel this way? it’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only

* Settle - @duskholland

distance may make the heart grow fonder, but you’d spend every day by tom’s side if you could

* Meet Your Match - @duskholland

it’s always awkward when your current boyfriend meets your ex, but it’s a whole new level when it transpires that your ex-boyfriend is the leader of tom’s rival mob...

* Uncharted Territory - @duskholland

you've been with men before, but you've never been with tom - he's intent to prove that he can show you satisfaction beyond your wildest dreams

As You Are - @duskholland

who could've known showing up to work late one night would put you in touch with a mysterious stranger, capable of turning your life upside down

* Getting His Fill - @duskholland

you've been a brat all day, and tom's had enough

Die For You - @duskholland

tom's got a secret: you want to know what it is - he's desperate to keep you in the dark - unfortunately for him, secrets have the habit of coming to light eventually, sometimes in the worst way possible

* Stuck With(out) You - @duskholland

when the law finally catches up to london's most notorious mobster, tom learns that nothing is fair in love and war

* Got Your Six (Series) - @dlwritings

y/n and her sister are best friends, they never get into any trouble, and they like the simple lives they lead - trouble starts to follow their every step, but with the help of mob boss tom and his consigliere harrison, they just might make it out alive

* I Think He Knows - @sleepyhollands

tom takes y/n to an important event, and she wonders if her boyfriend knows what he does to her

* Match Made In Hell (Series) - @spidernerdsblog

you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you - everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal - you hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge - will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

* Intrinsic - @hollandsmushroom

you are attending a meeting of the families with tom when his rival has the audacity to insinuate something he shouldn’t, challenging the peace agreements that had just been established, tom has to claim what is his

* Tease - @tom-holland-parker

after a bad mistake of wanting to make tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

What Baby? - @tom-holland-parker

dating the leader of the toughest gang in london was bound to gain you enemies - so after one particular encounter y/n in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

* Choices - @arvinsescape

you become the product of someone’s torture and now you have to decide what you want

* Fiancé - @jxlystan

y/n and tom are coming home from a gala and y/n notices that tom was tense from all the work and meetings from the past few days and decides that she would help him relax

Someday Is Today (Series) - @asonofpeter

for the past five years, you and tom were comfortable raising your son together - everything was fine, but as your lives take a turn; nothing seems to be the same

Strictly Business (Series) - @asonofpeter

working as the assistant of london’s most feared mob boss for a few years, your relationship was purely professional but after he caught himself eavesdropping on your conversation, he couldn’t help but offer a proposal…it was strictly business; or so you thought

* I Can't Help Falling In Love With You - @tommydarlings

the leader of the london mafia is the devil in person and you would do everything you can to end him, wouldn't you?

Mr & Mrs Holland - @jeyramarie

most powerful couple in the country but it’s not tom you should be fearing

Run To Me (Series) - @hollandroos

nothing ever goes as planned; you’d heard that saying a hundred and one times before but it wasn’t until you were packing your bags to leave that it really hit you- nothing ever went as planned

Liar - @huntergatherercreator

you find out what tom does for a living

The Takedown (Series) - @huntergatherercreator

nyc has a new drug lord determined to wipe out any and all competition in order to grow his empire - you’re going undercover to stop him

* Rest For The Wicked - @hazofmyheart

when you go to help relieve some of your boyfriend's stress prior to a meeting with a rival mobster who can't seem to keep his eyes to himself. tom takes the opportunity to remind you who you belong to

* Bad Reputation (Series) - @hazofmyheart

unwillingly caught up in the life of a well known london mob, y/n finds love in unlikely places but is the dangerous lifestyle too much for her to handle?

Remember That Night - @thegirlintheswivelchair

months after breaking up, tom reaches out and unearths the memories you had worked so hard to let go of

* Shoot Me Down (Series) - @binkysh0e

viola folliero was no doubt the brains, and the beauty, behind the folliero mob, placing them as one of the most powerful families in europe alongside the hollands - so when they both get ambushed within the space of a week, an alliance is formed to protect their names

Failed Surprises - @tomthesoftie

y/n worrying about tom, sobbing, holding each other, soft comforting with tom

Iced Latte (Series) - @blissfulparker

tom is one of the most infamous mob owners of london when one day he spots a woman in a coffee shop and falls in love with her but finds something darker

* Happiness Is A Butterfly (Series) - @blissfulparker

you and tom spend your whole lives looking for your soulmates - how could you not see that you two were right under each other’s noses both coming from a mob family?

Always But Not Forever - @spideymarvelws

during the interrogation of a mole, tom learns something

* Forget Me Not (Series) - @angelic-holland

y/n leads a rather simple life running her floral shop in a small storefront in east london - tom leads a dangerous life; filled with guns, drugs, fighting, and intimidation

Risk - @mendespideys

tom takes it upon himself to find a way to keep you safe from the dangers that come with the mob life

* Power Trip (Series) - @sinfulserpents

he installs fear in everyone he comes across, leaves people quite literally shaking in their boots, but not her - you never imagined that you would get caught up in the life of one of the biggest mobs, nor the life of tom holland, the biggest mob boss in new york but now that you were, he wasn’t going to let you go that easy

Positive - @stylesharrys

he’s the big bad mob boss with a reputation to uphold…but now he also has a family to consider

* Confess To Me - @little-diable

she gets offered one last chance to make it back into the holy realm, one last chance to prove her worth - turning a sinner pure can’t be that difficult, can it?

* 2 Hearts, 22 Calibers (Series) - @heyhihellowhatsup0

despite discovering the new owner of the club you work at may have his own secrets hidden, the temptation to get closer to him outweighs your trepidation..

In The End - @parkersbliss

you either both make it out alive or don’t

Take You Home - @hoefortomhoelland

tom goes clubbing and bumps into you, but he can’t stay away from you - at the end of the night, you walk away but he’s desperate to find you again

* I Only Feel You (Series) - @stuckonspidey

a world in which soulmates feel their other half, physically and emotionally - y/n has given up on finding her soulmate, given up on trying to decipher the sensations he feels and the lifestyle he leads–prompting her to give up on him - her other half, she’d come to find, is the leader of the holland crime family, and in no means the easiest person to love

Playing God - @bi-writes

“what’s mine is yours"

* Predictable - @bi-writes

can you ever keep a secret from a man such as tom holland?