#tomh

[tomh-loki]

[elif-4531]

[thetooncrew]

I for real fucking hope Arséne and her gaggle of shitty faggots dies

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being silly at a con with your coworker Tom Holland.

It had originally started off as you and the rest of the Avengers cast doing a talk show together, all squeezed together on the couch. You were beside Tom, the two of you become best buds, almost like brothers, throughout the filming. Scarlett used to make jokes about how you guys were like twins. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. It was going to be a real shame when you had to go off to other projects, something you vocalized during the interview when it was your turn.

And then it was onward to the con that you and Tom snuck into. It wasn’t big enough for there to be many celebrity guests, mainly B lists, but the Avengers weren’t invited. Most of them had other things that they had to do anyway, so it was just you and Tom, going undercover in your costumes. You almost lost him a couple of times, walking alongside another Spidey because of how damn good some of these cosplays were.

You took a picture with one cosplayer that was doing you. And with a grin, right as the picture was about to be taken, you removed your mask to reveal your face and a big cheesy grin. Click. Shutter sound. The cosplayer looked towards you and then jumped in surprise. “Oh my God - it’s - you’re y/n y/l/n!”

“Yeah, I am!” You grinned.

“Can we take another one?” A voice came from the other side. Tom took off his Spiderman mask and together you grinned at the camera. You could only imagine what the cosplayer’s grin looked like. You high-fived Tom with a laugh, and then stuck around to take pictures with fans for a while.

This - this was what it was all about. Not the money. But making people happy.

Requested by: Anonymous

[itsmadelyncline]

(   F2F   ➼   Madelyn   &   Tom   .   )

oh, so you are the infamous Tom that wants to steal my man? can i say i’m kind of relieved you are finally married cause that means you can no longer steal Rudy from me? cause yes, i was the girl who screamed when you said yes, i was just that excited. @tcmhclls​

[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

You said Goodbye to your friends and turned to head home when a tall figure blocked you path. “Oh sorry” You said without looking up at the man. “Why didn’t you want to join your friends in a photo with my brother?” The man asks not moving out of your path. “Excuse me?” You look up and notice its Thor’s younger brother. “Did you follow me?” Loki shrugs “So what if I did, I want to know why you denied my brother a photo?” You chuckle “ Wow you are a stalker. What does it matter if I didn't want a photo. Is it any of your business? No it isn’t” You go to walk around him but he moves in front of you. “I’m curious that is. That was a once in a lifetime chance and you shrugged it off as if he was just a regular midgardian.” 

“Have you possibly thought the maybe, just maybe, he isn’t everyone’s type? he is most definitely not my type and I dislike photos myself so to be in one would have made me feel uncomfortable. There happy now? Did your brother send you here to get answers?” You ask as Loki’s facial expression softens. “No he didn’t send me, like I said I was curious. Usually women love the God of thunder but you, you were different. That is why I followed you.” You nod slowly “Right, so I am free to go?” You raise a brow at him. “I have one more question, if its not to personal of course, but what is your type?” You blush at the boldness of this god. He was your type but you could never tell him that. “Well now Loki that is a secret.” You smile at the god.  “If I asked you on a date would your answer be yes?”

You shrug “ It might be. Depends” “Depends?” He echo's back. “If you are asking me on a date.?” 

[cunaeparker]

quantum | peter parker x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: She shows up in tears at their shared apartment and Peter isn’t sure what to do

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None

Mini Playlist: Guiding Light by Mumford and Sons // Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay // Hold You In My Arms by Ray LaMontagne

Creature Comfort

Peter Parker was abruptly interrupted from his relentless studying of quantum physics.

The front door to his shared dorm flew open and slammed shut, quickly tearing him out of his note-induced trance.

Not slamming the front door was something like an unspoken rule between him and his roommate because closing it too harshly caused damage to the seal and repairing it would be too much money for the two broke university students, and Peter and his roommate deemed it a 'rule' to never slam unless completely and absolutely necessary.

So the unknowing boy had half a mind to run at the person coming into his dorm, having every reason for it not to be his roommate— until he saw Y/N trembling stoically in the doorway.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and small sniffles and hiccups left her mouth as she used the back of her hand to cover it up.  She stumbled into the room as she choked out little cries, the cavity in her chest feeling ice cold.

She threw her keys onto the counter and glanced at Peter tearily as she fumbled to put a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Don't be weird," she mumbled. "I know you're gonna overreact. I'm not in the mood."

Peter frowned slightly, pushing his notes away and pushing his chair away from his desk. It emitted a terrible screeching sound but he wholly ignored it, stumbling hurriedly towards her.

"What happened?" he asked, heart alight with nerves. "You okay?"

He wrapped a gentle arm around her waist and guided her to the couch, sitting her down on the ripped leather and nonverbally asking for an explanation. He took her hand into his, taking her red cheeks and pitiful whimpers into account with a sad side glance, soon getting up to guide her towards his bed and sit her down carefully on his old comforter— assuming she would be exhausted.

"Are you okay?" he repeated.

His heart was hammering in his chest as his thumb rubbed her skin softly, and he meant to say something else to try and ease her unknown pain but all he got in reply was a small stifled sob and a whimper.

Peter couldn't help but to feel stressed and anxious whenever situations like this came up— not necessarily saying she breaks down a lot because she never does; just with people in general— wanting to do whatever he possibly can to help as she glances at him helplessly. He doesn't quite know how to comfort her in fear of making it worse.

So, he resorts to staring at her pitifully as his eyebrows knot together into a concerned line.

But, suddenly plunging her head into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him close as a whimper falls from her lips, Peter is taken aback at at the sudden outburst of physicality. He knows she isn't one for physical contact, and it honestly surprises him, but he ignores it.

A muffled cry comes from the fabric of his old science pun t-shirt. He can feel it dampen with her tears. Peter wants to question her and ask what's happened, feeling extremely confused but also sad, but he also thinks that pushing it onto her right now is a bad idea and having an outburst isn't exactly ideal.

Humming softly into her ear and gently tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear, he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

"You don't have to tell me what's up or anything," he whispered. "I just want to make sure you're okay—"

Abruptly pulling away from him, she peered into his deep brown eyes with her red-rimmed ones, grasping tightly onto his hand placed delicately on her jean-clad thigh.

"I literally don't care, Peter. Just... hug me or something," she said quietly, voice cracking as her eyes started to water again.

Peter's eyes widened, before his eyebrows pulled together in a pity-filled line.

"Y/N," he whispered softly, glancing briefly at her and trying to analyze her features. Pink nose. Pink cheeks. Slightly bloodshot eyes. Flushed skin. He carefully wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her flush to his chest. Warmth seeped into his body as closed his eyes, putting his chin on her shoulder.

"It's okay," he murmured, weaving his fingers through her hair as a sudden outburst of muffled sobs wracked her body.

Peter wanted to lift up the back of her shirt and trace gentle circles onto her bare skin in hopes of the skin-on-skin contact helping, so he started lifting it. Slowly. He felt the heat from her body radiate onto his fingers, and he started to rub his fingers up and down her back— initiating a new level of intimacy. He didn't like to admit it, but it was a type of interaction he craved.

Peter felt her cries cease.

She sighed deeply and pulled him closer, nesting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I can feel how awkward this is for you, Pete," she mumbled.

She let out a choked laugh and pulled away from the crevice in between his shoulder and neck, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, a watery smile painting her lips as she looked up at the brown-eyed boy.

A dusty pink colour flooded his freckled cheeks.

"What?" he asked, though he smiled a little once he saw her quivering lips twitch up into a weak closed-mouth smile. "It's not awkward. I'm just trying to help."

She laughed a little and inhaled deeply, slightly shakily— an unforgettable substance coursing through her veins like a drug. Sleep. A telltale sign of calming down.

"I can hear your brain whirring from over here, Parker. Don't give yourself a stroke," she joked, voice raspy though laced with melancholy tones.

She laughed quietly and placed her head against his neck again, reaching up behind his head to unconsciously untangle the rich chocolate curls at the nape of his neck. At their apartment, they usually refrained from dressing nice because it was them, in their company— and from Peter's lack of combing out his unruly curls he figured that Y/N loved to thread her nimble fingers through them. It was therapeutic.

Letting out another shaky sigh, she wrapped her arms around Peter's midsection and leaned backwards into the bed.

"You gonna sleep?" he asked, falling beside her and turning to his side, offering her a gentle smile as he reached out a hand to knead at the skin around her hip. "You seem tired."

She closed her eyes and relished in Peter's warm touch. "I probably should," she whispered. "I'm a fucking mess. Sorry."

"Don't apologize."

She peered at him. "God, Pete— what would I do without you?"

It was a statement, not a question.

Her eyes were half-lidded and puffy and tired, and through her watery irises he could see everything— her broken insides; overtired organs; whirring brain. Peter understood her struggle because he himself faced with the very same thing before and undoubtedly would again in the foreseeable future. He got it.

Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, bodies touching and radiating warmth, content with where they were now and happy to be in the moment. He hummed quietly, nuzzling his head into her neck and tangling their legs together.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

He pressed his lips soothingly to her soft skin, rubbing and tracing small circles with his hand on the side of her cheekbone.

She leaned forward and grabbed his hand. Maintaining strong eye contact, she slowly guided it towards her lips and closed her eyes, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, letting it linger there for longer than anticipated— surprising him.

The unspoken admiration made Peter's heart swell.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. "You... you're amazing. You know that, right?"

She hesitated for a moment.

"Y/N?"

She sighed and he could feel her lips morph into a watery smile. Her breath fanned against his skin. "I know, Peter. I know."

"Good."

And with that, he pulled her closer.

The quantum physics exam could wait.

[alastair-and-will-my-life]