exit the donut


Random Run-Ins: Tom Holland x Reader

Prompt: Tom and the reader going to college together and they meet in class or something

Requested by @brianabreeze


Now, normally I wouldn’t consider myself boy-crazed or distracted from my schoolwork. But in the span of a series of random run-ins from a specific specimen from the opposite sex, things had changed.

No. 1 || Operation Hello Kitty ||

“Move outta my way,” I pushed through the court yard between my dorm and the science building, not having a care for anyone’s feelings or regard for how I came off.

I was running super late to my lecture class—which was all the way across campus and started in three minutes— due to me oversleeping from studying all night.

So as I sprinted across campus, determined to arrive on time to my 8am lecture, I was no way in hell looking for something bright, pink, and patterned to cross my pathway.

With all my focus kicked into gear for getting to class, I had no way of warning the guy before we came colliding together in a mass of tangled limbs.

Opening my eyes, I find the same pink, Hello kitty pants leg covering my eyes, the lines blurring together due to my lack of glasses.

“Bloody hell, where’s the fire?” I shoved the leg away from me, pressing my hands repeatedly against the ground feeling around for my glasses.

I watch as the guy removed himself from the ground, taking a step back to move away from my range. In the process, I hear a soft crush, my dreams of finding my glasses crushed.

Sighing, I sit back, resting on the back of my knees, feeling defeated.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” I pushed myself off the ground, leaving the broken frames on the ground with the rest of my dignity.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry for crashing into you. I was trying to make it to my lecture on time. But that’s not going to matter now,” I turn to leave, muttering another sorry over my shoulder before blindly making my way to the nurses office.

From that day, I hated anything hello kitty.

No. 2 || The Glazed Donut ||

My six hour shift at our campus coffee shop, as well as my patience for the people I call my friends.

Once again, my roommate had left me alone and strained on a Friday night, leaving me for another warm body. So I was forced to make the twenty minute walk back to our dorm room.

With my earphones plugged in and volume high, I turned on my Spotify playlist and waited to cross the street to begin my journey home.

Across said street, was the same guy that caused me a new pair of glasses and my morning lecture. There he was, exiting the donut shop, looking all carefree and content, while I was miserable.

How dare he.

I watched with furrowed brows as he took a big bite out of the glaze donut in his hand, the crumbs falling on to his lame math tee. No one has ever made eating a donut look so good and appetizing.

I wasn’t sure if I was jealous of him because he had the donut, or of the donut because they got to touch his lips.

“Walking,” I jump in shock, the little crossing machine let me know that it was safe to walk across the street, triggering my panic.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’ve got to come in close proximity of him! Why does the universe hate me!

Looking back at him, our eyes connect for a split second before I tear my eyes away to look down at the ground— completely embarrassed by the other day’s events.

He’s sort of cute!

No. 3 || Green Don’t Suit Me ||

Of freaking course, he’s in my class! The same class I had been in such a rush to get to, he was heading the same way. Mr. I-look-good-in-hello-kitty-pajama-pants-and-make-girls-wet-by-just-eating-a-donut, was in my class!

I found out due to the fact that he came up to me, guilt written on his face with a stack of papers with scribbled writing filling its pages in his hand.

“I figured it’s the least I could do after last week,” his voice rang through my mind like an echo against barren walls. For once I got to see him up close and personal.

The way his eyes shone in embarrassment, the curl of his hair and if he spent hours running his hands through it constantly.

“Uh, thanks, I guess. But it was really my fault, I wasn’t focused on where I was going, just the destination,” I took the papers from his awaiting hands, heating up at the touch of our fingers.

“Tom,” this time, his hand was raised to shake hands. I looked down at it, watching the veins run through it and up his arm.

“Y/N,” I smiled brightly, placing my hand in his, and embracing our new found connection.

Class started, as well as the beginning of a soon to be long friendship. Tom had promised to catch up with me after class, before going to take his seat at the back of the classroom. No wonder we didn’t run into each, I sat at the front.

Once class was over, I tired to race out there to catch up with him, but upon exiting the building, I see him leaning over a pretty blonde. Her fingers running through his curls, while he laughed and smiled down at her.

With my heart hardened, I turn on my heel before making my way to work to start my shift.

Cursing myself at getting my hopes up, because this always happened.

No. 4 || Feelings Exchanged ||

Later that evening, as I was getting off, being allowed to leave early for once. I went to walk to my car, having getting to back from my roomie, finally.

I hear my name being called, “Y/N,”.

Turning, I see a smiling Tom, his hands tucked in his pockets and hair neatly tucked behind his ears.

“What’s up,” I lean against my car, not bothering to sound as excited as I feel to see him.

“I waited for you after class, but you were a no show,” he pouted, bottom lip jutted out and eyes wide.

“Yeah, I saw you, but you seemed a little occupied, so I just continued on with my day, ” I shrugged, trying not to look a little hurt.

Realization seemed to take over his face, “you must have seen me with Jen, that’s my roommates girlfriend. I was asking her if I looked okay, I wanted to look well put together when I asked you on a date tonight,”.

“Ask me on a date?” My face heated up, making me look down in embarrassment from how easily I got jealous. I must look so desperate to him now.

“Yeah, if you’re free now I’d love to take you out,” he asked hopefully.

“Sure, I’m not too tuckered out from work, let’s see what you’ve got tommy boy,” I quickly threw my stuff into my car, before taking his hand.

I smile widely, grinning from the past events, oh how things have changed.

Six months later, we move been dating for four months, and decided to move into the student apartments with some friends so we can be closer together yet keep some level of privacy.

Tom and I were currently in my apartment, getting ready to have our weekly movie night. Tonight was Tom’s choice in movie, while I prepared snacks.

“Babe, what’s taking you so long!” His whines made me smile even wider.

“I was just recalling the events that led me to meet the greatest man of my life,” I tease, carrying all the snacks in both arms as I make my way back to our fort in the living room.

There he was, propped up against the pillows, his lower half covered by my blank, looking homey.

“Oh yeah? Remembering how you nearly broke my leg from how hard you crashed into me?” I punched his arm, laughing at his grunt before lying against him.

“Just play the movie, Holland,”.

“Sure thing babe, just know one day you’ll be a holland too,” he kissed my cheek before clicking play.



4ever-tuckington-lover  asked:

Kind of late but if you are still taking prompts do you think you could do a Tuckington proposal or wedding story? I haven't seen one of those in a while if at all. It would be awesome if you could but no pressure if you can't!

This is the fluffiest, most disgusting thing I have ever written. I love it.

Thanks for the prompt!

Carolina smiles as she watches Washington adjust his tie over and over again.


“I think I need to throw up.”

Well, that was better then this morning when he did actually throw up.

Neither of them so much as flinch when the door slams open, a breathless Donut standing in the doorframe, a giddy grin on his face. “It’s time! It’s time! Let’s get a move on, people!”

Instantly, Washington turns a shade paler. “Carolina, give me the bucket.”

She holds it out, but he doesn’t throw up. Instead, Donut grabs both of them by an arm and pulls them out of the room. “No time for dramatics! We are on a schedule, people!”


The main foyer of the current Government building is dressed to the nines for the ceremony, with fold out chairs for the invited guests, and standing room on the other floors overlooking the foyer for the rest of the populous of Chorus who wanted to attend (basically: everyone).

The room erupts in cheers as Washington steps into view. He turns on his heel to exit, but Donut is right there to keep pushing him forward where Kimball stands at an altar. Carolina places a soft hand on Washington’s back to steady him before taking her place to his side: his best man.

On Kimball’s far side, a tall Sanghelli in Aqua armour nods in Washington’s direction. He smiles at Junior, still nervous in his future son-in-law’s presence. They’d made huge strides in their relationship since Junior came to join them on Chorus, but Washington couldn’t just get over a lifetime of conditioning to hate Saghelli in such a short time frame.

Again, Donut stepped forward, pushing Washington until he stood directly over a small “x” on the floor. The scarred man muttered something about the lighting being all wrong but Washington ignored him. Junior was looking at him with an obvious grin as he took a purposeful step away from his floor mark. Donut huffed in annoyance, pushing Junior back into position as Washington hid a smile behind a hand. Conditioned hatred was certainly hard to get over… But they were getting there.

Music began as the entire building suddenly fell silent. First down the hall was Caboose, grinning madly as he dropped petals from a small basket in his hands. Next came Leuitenants Jenkins and Palomo, arm in arm and wearing matching aqua accents. After them Leuitenants Andersmith and Matthews, walking next to each other stiffly.

Griff and Simmons follow after, arguing quietly with each other before reaching the end of the walkway. Washington clears his throat and they instantly fall silent, parting ways and going to their respective markers while Donut looks on with a smile.

Finally, the lights dim slightly and what can only be described as a song you would hear in a strip club comes on. People in the other floors holler and cheer as Tucker comes into view, smartly dressed in a dark tux with an aqua shirt underneath. His braids are left down, carefully redone the night before. On his left arm, Sarge stands at attention, staring straight ahead and walking stiffly. His eyes are red and still watery.

Washington smiles, a gift warmth spreading through his entire body as he looks at Tucker. Tucker catches his eyes and everything just slows down.

He walks off his marker, ignoring Donut’s squeel of distress, meeting Tucker and Sarge halfway down the hall. He goes to take Tucker’s hand but Sarge stops him with an arm.

“Now you listen to me, Agent. You may be one hell of a beautiful son of a bitch, but if you hurt my boy there will be no rock in the Universe that will hide you from the wrath of the red army.”

Washington only nods with a smile. He’s heard this before.

This next part’s new though. Sarge turns to Tucker with a frown. “And you! Don’t you dare fuck this up for us. This man is a real catch! He’s a waste on a blue like you!”

Tucker rolls his eyes and slaps Sarge on the back. “Yeah you got it, Sarge. I’ll keep him happy… Long as he keeps up.”

He takes Washington by the arm, pulling him up toward the altar, both of them wearing matching grins. All prior nervousness is forgotten as they stand before Kimball, hands clasped and vows repeated to each other.

The moment Kimball announces them married, Tucker grabs Washington by the coat front and pulls him in for a deep kiss. Then he pushes Washington away and into Carolina’s arms. He holds his left hand out to the crowd. “YOU HEARD IT FIRST, BITCHES. LAVERNIUS TUCKER IS OFF THE MARKET!”

Washington leans back against Carolina with a smile. “I love this man.”

“Yeah.” She laughs, pushing him back to his feet. “We know. It’s awful.”

He knows she doesn’t mean it. And when Tucker holds his hand out for them to walk out of the building as a couple… Well, nothing else really matters.


I made these for my family for Christmas of Tuxedo Mask Ray (for sister), Iron Man (for Dad), Dean Winchester (for Mom), and Hank Green (for other sister). I’m using the “icons” as art for the inside art for the bottle cap necklaces (or in Dad’s case, a key chain) for them as well. I’ll post photos when they'rs done. Or at least when the resin has solidfied.

I’m also planning to make these (and maybe future ones) into stickers because I just found the fucking sticker paper I lost.

Merry Christmas, guys!

Thought with renaroo in mind.

So Simmons and Grif are in a fight and Simmons sees a guy about to shoot Grif so he jumps in front of him. And boom,darkness.

So Simmons wakes up in pain going “okay did I save him” to hear Grif go “oh my God you’re so dumb” and looks over to find Grif in a hospital bed shot up as well.

Jumping in front of a bullet isn’t such a great idea when you live in the future and bullets can usually rip through you both. So the bullet went right through Simmons before getting stuck in Grif’s gut.

And Grif is like “why did you even think that would work!?” And Simmons is like “I thought my gears would stop it” and Grif goes “You’re part Robot. Not bulletproof dumbass!”

And Simmons long suffering goes “well sorry you didn’t appreciate my romantic gesture”

And then pure silence as Simmons turns bright red. Everyone else in the room just sort of exits stage left except for Donut and Tucker who are dragged out the door. And Grif just turns over and says “you got to be shitting me”

And that, my friends, is how Grimmons happens.