of course, bub! and don’t apologize - your english is great! i’m from norway anyway, so i totally understand haha 🥰i haven’t written a blurb in a while but i hope you like it!

“forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” + “please don’t lie to me again, i can’t take it.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” 

Those were the last word you had uttered to your boyfriend of nearly two years before slamming the door. You were now walking around the neighborhood park aimlessly, desperately wishing you had at least brought Tessa. While you weren’t scared, the Staffy definitely would have made you feel safer. 

The darkness was beginning to settle and the lamp posts had turned on about thirty minutes ago. As the minutes ticked by, the park got emptier and emptier. You didn’t mind, not in the mood to talk to anyone, least of all Tom. And that’s why you kept walking. 

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had brought up the subject, which almost bothered you more than the actual fight. Over dinner, the two of you had been talking like usual when Tom’s previous actions turned into the focal point of the conversation. 

A couple of days ago, Tom had disappeared without much explanation other than “Going to Haz’s. I’ll be back. Love you.” Yesterday, you had found out from the blue-eyed boy himself that Tom never went to his house. As casually as possible, you had mentioned this over dinner and Tom had not taken it well. 

The sudden defensiveness in his voice had fueled your nerves, which, at the moment, had turned into anger. He refused to tell you where he had been and soon enough you had had enough, needing some air to think clearly. 

“Fucking hell, darling,” the exclamation brought you back to reality and you looked up to see Tom stalking toward you. “It’s freezing out here. I’ve been looking for you for about an hour. I called everyone to ask if they’d seen you.”

Scoffing, you wiped away the dried tears with the sleeve of your hoodie. Your boyfriend finally reached you, coming to a stop about a foot away. He looked at you silently, as if waiting for a response before continuing. 

“I’m sorry,” he started, swallowing audibly. “I-” 

“Please, don’t lie to me again,” you interrupted, meeting his sincere eyes. “I can’t take it.” 

Tom sniffled and only then did realize that he had been crying as well. Plopping down on the bench you had gotten comfortable on, he took your hand in his, gently stroking your skin with the pad of his thumb. He opened his mouth only to close it again, seemingly trying to figure out how to explain himself. 

“I really am sorry, baby,” he began again, his voice wavering ever-so-slightly. “I blew everything out of proportion and I’m sorry. You’re right. I wasn’t at Haz’s the other day. I, uh, I went to see your dad.” 

Your eyebrows wrinkled with confusion. “Why couldn’t you just have told me that?”

“I…” his answer stopped there, a conflicted look taking over his features. “I couldn’t tell you because-because I went there to get his blessing.”

You still weren’t following and when a chuckle fell from his lips, you knew he could tell by the look on your face. Turning his torso to face you, he placed his hand on your cheek softly, his thumb running over your cheekbone. 

“Why do you need his blessing? Blessing for what? I don’t-”

“To marry you, darling. I needed his blessing to ask you to marry me.” 

Oh. 

There was a brief silence as you tried to fully comprehend his words. Tom wanted to marry you. Tom was going to propose. You had brought it up, having the horrible scenario of him cheating in mind, and he had planned to marry you. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, feeling utterly ridiculous. “I-I just… I don’t know. You lied to me about going to Harrison’s and I- I’m sorry.” 

Tom didn’t answer, a sympathetic smile dancing on his lips. He shook his head and you knew he had already forgiven you for the momentary lack of trust. With the hand still on your cheek, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t protest, melting into his touch. 

Without breaking the kiss, he stood up and hoisted you into his arms so effortlessly that it was slightly annoying. You giggled against his lips as he began walking, each step causing your lips to bump against his. Soon enough, you were back in your apartment, Tessa jumping eagerly at your feet.

“So,” Tom started, washing the dishes from dinner. “Will you say yes when I ask?”

“I’m ready,” you whisper, interrupting the silence filling Tom’s bedroom.

You’re lying on his chest, the two of you extremely comfortable on his bed, and you can feel him move underneath you. You untangle your limbs from his and he sits up, his brows wrinkled in confusion.

“What? Ready for what, darling? I mean, we’ve already had se—”

“I’m ready to go public,” you interrupt, already feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. Thank goodness the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You and Tom had met each other at the MTV Movie Awards where you had been one of the workers telling him what to do and where to go. While you were far from fame yourself, you had worked with and met several celebrities through the years. And that is exactly why you had been totally caught off guard when he had asked for your number. 

Because he was in the midst of the public eye and you were not, you had been reluctant to show PDA when out and about. Tom had been such a gentleman when you voiced your concerns, leaving it up to you to decide when you were ready. 

The sneaking around had given the two of you lots of time to get to know each other. In the beginning, almost every day had consisted of texts and FaceTime calls. This also meant that the two of you had had more than enough time to discuss what was to happen next. 

“Are you sure, darling? We don’t have to yet. I’m more than happy spending days like this with you at home.” 

You nod. “I’m sure. I want to be able to go out for ice cream with you. I want to hold your hand when we go out.” 

“You just want to hold my hand so the girls will know I’m taken— Ow,” he giggles, rubbing his arm where you had just punched him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Okay, well, if you’re sure then I’ll post the picture like we planned, yeah?” 

You watch silently as he navigates his way to the pre-saved draft. He already had everything written out and the picture had been chosen weeks ago. The two of you had decided to post a photo to quickly squash any rumors before they could even be formed. He posts the picture and you exhale deeply, ready for all the comments about to come your way. 

this is lame, ugh. but i hope this is somewhat similar to what you wanted and i hope you like it! 

When your manager had called about the movie role, you were ecstatic. I mean, how could you not be? The Marvel Cinematic Universe was huge and any actor lucky enough to be apart of it were almost guaranteed their big break. So, when your agent told you about a role in the upcoming Spider-Man movie, you had accepted before she could relay the details. 

Some of these details, you assumed anyway, contained the information about your role. Or, more specifically, the costume it required you to wear. Figuring out that would you would be another superhero added to the seemingly endless list of Marvel heroes, your excitement had only grown. 

Your nerves were barely containable your first day on set, but luckily Tom had been a great sport and made you feel right at home. The two of you knew each other from a previous project but you wouldn’t exactly call yourselves friends. Well, until you joined the cast of his third solo movie as the one and only Peter Parker.

It wasn’t a secret that you were quite insecure about your body but it might not have been that obvious either. More often than not, you would be found wearing sweatpants and hoodies or crewnecks that were two sizes too big. While no one had asked, you still found yourself wanting to defend your choice of clothing, stating that you liked to be comfortable. 

You weren’t lying. Comfort was important to you; being comfortable around your fellow cast members by not showing off your imperfections. 

So, naturally, when you found out that your role required you to wear a skin-tight suit that left little to the imagination, you were conflicted. Filming had already started, so it wasn’t like you could just give the role to the next girl in line. 

Tom noticed your hesitation when the costume was presented and had asked quietly and politely. After some coaxing, you had come clean about your worries to which he had been extremely supportive. Something between the lines of ‘you’ll look great’ and ‘we’ll be matching’. 

“Darling, you alright in there? Need some help?” 

You shook your head, quickly realizing he couldn’t see you. “N-No. I’m okay. It’s on.” 

“Okay, well, let’s see then, yeah?” Tom encouraged from outside the fitting room. 

With a deep breath, you opened the door before you could change your mind. His head turned at the sound and you stood there silently as his eyes traced your entire figure. You wanted to crumble underneath his gaze but something about the corner of his mouth twitching and the glint in his eyes stopped you. 

“Wow,” he breathed, wetting his lips. “Y-You look great. You look so fucking amazing. I don’t see why you were worried at all.” 

A blush heated your cheeks and you felt your heartbeat finally begin to slow down. You were sure you weren’t the first to notice, but Tom had a way of making everyone feel at ease, to feel comfortable and at home. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joked, apparently gaining back some of your confidence. 

He stood from his chair, his Spider-Man suit showing every inch of his toned body. You found yourself wondering what was underneath. There were pictures online, sure, but you knew nothing compared to seeing it in person. 

You willed away the impure thoughts as he stepped closer, the grin he had been trying to hide dancing on his lips. His wide smile elicited one from you as well. His hand traced the material of the suit softly, moving up your arm. 

“If you’re still meeting me in my trailer once we’re done filming then I won’t need one, darling.”

thank you so much ✨that means a lot to me! i hope you’ll like this too. i decided to do one with my boy peter bc he deserves some love too

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” + “You look yummy.”

You analyze your reflection in the full-length mirror, a sigh falling from your lips as you do so. It’s Halloween, one of your favorite days of the year, and you already want the day to be over. 

Every year, you and your best friend, Peter Parker, do a collaborative costume. This year, it had been his turn to choose and to say you were disappointed was an understatement. 

A miserable huff falls from your lips as you take in the details of the cookie costume Peter had handed you a few minutes prior. You close your eyes briefly, trying to convince yourself that it’s not as bad as you feel like it is. It doesn’t work. 

The round costume is difficult to move in, but soon enough you’re able to maneuver your way back into the living room of May and Peter’s apartment. When Peter sees you, you can tell it takes everything in him not to laugh. He purses his lips, having to physically stop his giggles from escaping. 

You come to a halt in front of him, just now noticing he’s not wearing his matching milk costume. Placing your hands on your hips, you wait for him to regain his composure before talking. 

“How do I look? Be honest.” 

“You look yummy.” 

The words barely leave his mouth before he loses all control, a fit of loud giggles ensuing. You just roll your eyes, knowing how childish Peter could be at times. Grabbing his part of the costume off the couch, you fling it at him with all the power you can muster. Unfortunately for you, he catches it with ease and you curse his stupid spider senses. 

Once you’re close enough, you punch his upper arm, not even attempting to hold back. If he was strong enough to fight crime at night, he was strong enough to take your punches as well. You continue swatting at his arm as he continues to laugh, your actions only fueling him further. 

“You said to be honest,” Peter chokes out in-between laughter, half-heartedly trying to stop your hits. “Stop hitting me!” 

“This is the stupidest costume you have ever chosen,” you pout, ceasing your actions. “Why aren’t you wearing yours?” 

Peter licks his bottom lip, a playful glint in his eyes. “Because that’s not our actual costume. I just wanted to see you in it.” 

“Peter Parker-” 

You resume your hitting but he successfully stops you this time, pulling you into a hug. He chuckles at you peer up at him through your lashes, less pleased now than to begin with. 

it might not be exactly what you wanted, but i hope you like it either way!

It wasn’t intentional, really. You liked Tom. You liked him more than you would like to admit. One might even go as far as to say you loved him, but not you. Because once those words were uttered, there was no going back. Love just ended with pain and misery. 

That’s why you continuously told Tom no. Every time the quite so innocent question left his lips, you merely shook your head and offered him a sad smile. While the question was pure in his mind, it made your heart thump and your mind race. 

Tom knew you wanted to be with him. You had never uttered the words to say otherwise. And you did, so badly. He was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. When you received good news, he was the first person you wanted to tell. He was your best friend and you really, really wanted to. 

“I don’t hold people close,” you whispered when the simple question once again left him. “It makes it easier for them to hurt you.”

Tom nodded but his determination didn’t falter. “I promise I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I love you and I know you love me, too.”

“Of course I love you. You’re my best friend.”

“You’re mine, too, but you know that’s not what I mean,” Tom chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. “It took me a while to realize, but I see it now. You love just like I love you.”

He wasn’t wrong. The two of you both knew it. Your heart had been beating for him for a long time. You knew. Tom knew. Your family had also figured it out. Hell, even Harrison could see that the two of you were practically meant to be. 

“I-I,” you trailed off, exhausted from trying to conceal your feelings. At this point, you didn’t even know you bothered. 

“Darling, I love you more than I ever thought possible. You’re scared. I get it. I do. But love is meant to be scary. You have to be willing to risk to be rewarded. That’s why it’s called falling in love. Y/N, I promise I will catch you when you do. Just let yourself. We’ll take it slow, yeah? Just me and you.”

You were tired. Tired of attempting to hide your feelings (which you obviously hadn’t done a good job of). Tired of shutting Tom down and seeing the underlying disappointment in his eyes. Tired of fear holding you back. So, you nodded. Tom deserved the answer he had waited months for. 

1. “I can’t do anything right.”

15. “I missed you so much.”

hope you like it, love! 🌟

you knew. as soon as your phone lit up, his name flashing across the screen, you knew. momentarily, you contemplated letting the phone call go to voicemail, not wanting to hear what he had to say. but you missed him - you missed his voice - so you answered anyway. you could already tell by his voice that you were right. he wasn’t going to make it.

“i’m sorry, darlin’, i really am. i told them i couldn’t stay an extra day but apparently, they booked a last-minute press thing i can’t miss.”

as for how excuses went, this one was the one you liked the least. it was one you had heard numerous times throughout your (almost) three years together and it didn’t get any easier. it came with his job, he had been pretty adamant about that as your relationship got more serious. you accepted it and you supported him, but it didn’t make the cons of his job any easier. dating a world-famous actor was tough, you knew that much, and sometimes it fucking sucked.

admittedly, it wasn’t his fault, but you still felt the disappointment and frustration bubble within your stomach and you had nowhere to direct it except at tom. exhaling deeply, you nibbled at your lip as you tried to form an acceptable response. you weren’t in the mood to argue, but the feelings were difficult to swallow.

“i can’t do anything right.”

“what do you mean?” tom questioned through the phone.

“i-i just feel like no matter what i do, nothing goes the way i want it to. i got yelled at again at work, marley is still mad at me, and i-i just really wanted to celebrate our anniversary together. i had the whole thing planned.”

there was a noise coming from his side of the phone call and as he released yet another sigh, you knew what message was coming. tom apologized about five times before he bid his final goodbye and ended the phone call. you could tell he was sorry; his apologies were genuine. but you couldn’t help but think how he could’ve tried a little harder.

so, you put away the ingredients you had brought out to bake his favorite dessert, deciding it could wait for whenever he came home. you retreated to the living room, plopping down on the sofa with a sigh. you tossed your phone down next to you, knowing you wouldn’t need it anytime soon. tessa cuddled up next to you on the sofa, her snout resting on your bare feet. you fell asleep like that, wrapped up in tom’s favorite blanket and the tv playing old episodes of csi.

the next day was fairly uneventful as well. nikki had stopped by with paddy; the two of you hadn’t had time to catch up in a while, but you knew the youngest holland had come to play with his canine friend. eventually, they bid their goodbyes, letting you know that you were welcome to come over whenever you wanted. you thanked her for the kind offer and closed the door, once again left alone in the small house with tessa. the grey staffy was perfect company, but you were beginning to crave human attention - tom’s attention.

after watching titanic, which you had randomly came across while going through the channels, you decided to clean up the glasses left after your guests. while doing so, you found paddy’s new earbuds on the counter. you sent him a quick snapchat to let him to know, to which he responded with a bunch of sad emojis. telling him to stop by and get it whenever he has the chance, you placed your phone back down on the counter and began unloading the dishwasher. tessa’s paws scratched against the hardwood floors as she came to investigate the noise you were making. you cooed at her, apologizing for getting her hopes up about food, and she grunted and plopped down in the middle of the kitchen floor. she stayed like that while you continued your chore until the doorbell rang, startling you both.

“who could that be, huh, tess? let’s go see, yeah?”

wiping your hands on the dishtowel hanging from oven, you looked at tessa before heading toward the door. she followed you closely, eager to see what new guests might be hiding behind the door. it was comforting, having her with you. there was no doubt within your body that she would protect you if, god forbid, uninvited guests made their way into the house. the staffy had been shared between all the hollands, but when you moved in with tom and his schedule got busier and busier, he had insisted she stay with you.

“hey, paddy, here to pick up your- tom?” your voice dripped with confusion and your boyfriend responded with a sheepish smile.

tessa whined happily, forcefully pushing her head between your leg and the door to great her owner. tom bent down immediately, rubbing her head affectionately, his eyes never leaving yours. he cleared his throat and stood back up, readjusting the strap of his bang slung over his shoulder. you suddenly realized he was still standing outside his own home and opened the door for him. he stepped inside, a silence you couldn’t quite place falling over you.

“what are you doing here?”

“i missed you so much,” he admitted, his earnest coffee-colored orbs meeting yours. “and i couldn’t miss our anniversary. three years together is a big deal and i want you to know how much it means to me. i-i told them to reschedule the press thing.”

“tom…” you wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t have, that he didn’t have to do that for you, but the words wouldn’t come out. “thank you.”

“i wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling. i had the entire day planned out, too, y’know?”

“oh yeah?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. his familiar scent entered your nostrils and you immediately felt yourself relax. “wanna tell me about it then?”

“no!” tom chuckled, one hand firmly placed on your waist as he dropped his bag to the floor. “you’ll just have to wait and see. one more night. you can handle that, can’t you?”

“we’ll see. you know i’m not good with surprises.”

high-key want cuddles right now too  ☺︎

“Y/N,” Tom whines, his voice high-pitched from the congestion. 

“Yeah, babe?” You call back from the kitchen, in the midst of preparing his tea with honey, desperately hoping it would give his throat some relief.

He doesn’t reply, so you grab the steaming cup in one hand and the nasal spray in the other and head back into the living room. Your heart aches at the sight of his fever-wrecked body sprawled out on the couch, the two blankets wrapped tightly around him. The sound of the cup being placed on the coffee table causes Tom to peak out from underneath his Spider-Man blanket gifted to him by a fan. His brown eyes are dull compared the genuine joy that’s usually there. You watch him as his lips form into a pout and he whines again, but this time the strain on his vocal cords sends him into a coughing fit. There’s nothing for you to do but watch helplessly as he tries his best to stop. Rubbing his leg through the thick layer of blankets, you whisper words of encouragement, unable to offer any other kind of solution.

Eventually, the coughs die down and you offer him the warm cup of tea. He accepts it immediately, eagerly taking small sips. Once he’s done, he hands it back to you, a grateful smile adorning his lips. Placing the cup back on the wooden table, you stand up, deciding it’s time to check his temperature again. Tom’s eyes follow your movements as you head over to the make-shift medicine table you had created, containing everything from cough drops to tissues. Grabbing the thermometer, you head back toward your needy boyfriend. It wasn’t necessarily a bad a thing, though. You didn’t mind playing nurse.

“How’re you feeling? Still cold? How’s your throat?” you interrogate, gently placing the small machine in his ear.

“‘m good. Better,” Tom informs as you place the back of your hand against his forehead. His eyes flutter closed at the temperature difference, relishing the feeling of your colder hand. “Mm. Feels nice.”

The thermometer beeps, and you take it out, glancing down at the number shown on the tiny screen. “You might be better than yesterday, but your fever’s still pretty high. You sure you’re fine, babe?”

Tom nods, his eyes only opening when you remove your hand. He pouts dramatically and you can’t help the chuckle escaping you. Grabbing his designated glass of water, you hand him another fever-reducing pill, hoping the medication will give him some much-needed rest. He takes the pill reluctantly, wincing as the pill travels down his throat. Knowing it would kick in within the next twenty minutes, you decide to put on a DVD to keep him entertained until he falls back asleep. Popping Civil War into the player, you easily navigate the menu and soon enough the familiar Marvel intro pops up on the screen.

“I put a movie on for you, alright? You’ll probably fall back asleep soon. I’ll be in the kitchen,” you announce, sending Tom a warm smile.

“No,” he whines again, fully aware that his little baby voice was a weakness of yours. “Stay. I just want cuddles, please?”

pairing: reader x peter parker 

prompt: “don’t you ever do that again!”

a/n: i really need to step up my angst game, y’all, but i tried 🤷🏻‍♀️also, this is way longer than expected. oops

“incoming up ahead,” natasha informs through the shared com system and you can tell by the slight strain in her voice that she’s in the midst of taking down one of the rogue agents. 

a few weeks ago, your fellow avengers colleagues had received intel of a fairly recent uprising of yet another hydra base. the required action hadn’t even been a question and so, here you were, fighting alongside them to take down the traitors. too eager to take down the base, there hadn’t been conducted enough research, and you were faced with several more agents than expected. you weren’t complaining, though. you had been apart of the team for a while now, but very rarely were you allowed to come along (”you’re too young, kiddo. can’t have you getting hurt.” “but peter’s allowed!”). it was a neverending discussion and they had finally given in. 

a familiar streak of red and black - a new suit, courtesy of mr. stark - dashes past you, but you’re too preoccupied taking on the solider heading your way to see where peter lands. the middle-aged man charges at you and with a smirk, you snap fingers and disappear. you watch as he comes to a halt, furiously looking around to see figure out where you had gone. effortlessly fishing out the shock pin gifted to you by the one only black widow, you smirk, 

“looking for me?” 

before he has time to whip around, you push the pin into the exposed skin of his neck and as he electricity runs through his veins, he crumbles down to the ground. you step over his immobile body, clapping your hands together like one would to remove dust and debris - for show, of course. 

“things are good on my side,” you announce, heading toward where you had seen peter swing off to while awaiting similar responses from your teammates. 

“i’m impressed, kiddo. well done!” tony’s praise crackles through the earbud snug in your ear and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face. 

“i’ve been telling you for ages that i’m not as useless as you think.” 

“no one said you were useless—”