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Tom Holland Laughing


When @queenlypirate thinks she can handle my angst and I think she cannot. We shall see who comes out on top. Kinda rushed because it’s 3am but I wanted to get it posted before bed.

Chat Noir was prowling around on the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng bakery again. Well, on the rooftop of what used to be the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Now, a new building stood in its place, a new, shiny building that had no knowledge of the fire that devastated its predecessor or the family that use to live in it. The new building was nice sure, but it wasn’t warm and it wasn’t home. Nothing felt like home after the death of his mother, but the Dupain-Cheng residence had come pretty close. Marinette and her parents were the kind of people that made you wish that you could in fact choose your own family, and then, ignored societal rules and practically adopted you anyway. Adrien had found comfort in that house, protection in the strong arms of her father, affection in the soft arms of her mother, and love, Adrien had found love in the warm arms of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. But now, as he paced back and forth over the building that no longer held anything for him, he just felt cold. 

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art, art, art, arrrrrrt.  okay, i’m done.  except.  also.  y’know.  ART!

Lydia’s a study in disinterest.  Gaze stretching out across campus, lips pursed in judgment of the impromptu Frisbee match forming on the quad, position oriented to scarcely acknowledge that she’s standing with Stiles.

Stiles is tempted to tell her to drop the act because once obsession with someone has been coded into his DNA, there’s not so much as a micro-expression that he’s likely to miss.  He’s definitely already caught on to and catalogued the shrewdness that has been attacking her face all day.  She knows something but she doesn’t know what she knows and she’s been hawk-eyed and predatory ever since she figured out that much.

Stiles is not going to encourage any of that, thanks much.  Side note: why is everyone around him comparable to some type of bird?  Not that he’s thinking about hummingbirds, because he isn’t.  He could be, but he’s not, because he’s in control of his brain and he’s decided: no.  Crap.  Firstly, he’s totally thinking about hummingbirds.  Second-of-ly, what kind of bird would that make him?  Oh man, probably some kind of friggin’ goose.

He hates geese.

Now he knows it’s likely because he’s subconsciously recognized a kinship to them.

“If you had to pick a feathered representation for me, it wouldn’t be a goose, right?”

Years of following his bullet-speed trains of thought has led to Lydia taking that completely in stride.  She doesn’t even bother to look up at him, hand fishing in her purse for her phone to check the time.  “A seabird probably,” she offers, lighting up the screen, “they’re clumsy on land.”

“Well that’s a self-esteem boost I didn’t know I needed,” Stiles says dryly.  “You’re a true humanitarian, Lyds.  Also, the correct answer was secret option C) some kind of dinosaur.  I would’ve preferred stegosaurus, for the record.”

She brushes the hair out of her face, glances at him.  “I could have said a hoatzin.”

Stiles has legitimately no idea what that is.  “Th… anks?”  He thinks. Probably.

“More commonly known as stinkbirds.  You’re welcome,” she confirms.  Her gaze is less glancing, more stripping and Stiles pretends not to notice.  “Expert deflection, Stiles, truly.”  She golf claps mockingly and Stiles glares back at her.  “Now what are you deflecting?”

“If I tell you, they’ll revoke my ‘expert’ status,” Stiles points out smartly, “And rip up my ribbon.  I can’t have that, I’ve already put it in the family newsletter.”

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I Dare You (AU)- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: (AU) You and Tom were best friends when you were younger, until you moved away. When you returned to your hometown after almost ten years of being gone, you and Tom reconnect and realize the deeper feelings you share for each other.

Word Count: 2590

A/N: Loosely based upon ‘Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)’ by Taylor Swift. You are two years younger than Tom. The ages shown are your ages.


Age: 7

“The stars are beautiful tonight.” Tom admitted, his eyes staring up at the shining objects in the sky. You took your eyes off your best friend and moved them up to the night sky.

“Y/N, it’s time to go home.” Your mother called you from Tom’s back porch. Your family was over at the Holland’s house having dinner that night. After finishing your meal, you and Tom went outside to look at the stars. Stargazing was an activity that you both enjoyed, one day hoping to be able to name all the constellations.

“Do we have to leave?” You whined, standing up from the grass. Tom got up beside you as you dusted off the dirt on your pants.

“Yes, it’s getting late.” Your mother replied, walking back inside of the house. You and Tom followed her to the entryway of your friend’s house.

“Goodbye, Tom. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, giving him a hug. He held onto you tightly, neither of you wanting to leave your best friend quite yet.

“Those two will grow up and fall in love.” You heard your father say to Tom’s dad. Your mother rolled her eyes while Tom’s mom simply chuckled.

“Dad!” You exclaimed, pulling away from Tom, “That’s disgusting. He’s my best friend.” You turned to Tom, “Best friends forever right?”

“Best friends forever.” He smiled back at you. Your mother hurried you and your father out of your neighbors’ house, attempting to steer away from the topic of you and Tom. She wouldn’t admit it to you, but she agreed with your father about you two growing up and falling in love.


“I could beat you up, ya know? I am bigger than you.” Tom stated one day. You two were sitting in the treehouse in his backyard, when you admitted to him that you broke his favorite action figure two years ago, and not his younger brother. Truth or dare is what you two had reverted to in that moment because you were both avoiding the fact that you had to move away tomorrow.

“But you would never do that. I’m your best friend. You could never hurt me.” You laughed.

“Y/N!” You heard your mother call up to you, “Time to head home, darling. We still have things to pack.”

“I guess I need to go now.” You sighed. You both stood up in the unstable treehouse.

“One more. I choose dare.” Tom informed you.

“Okay,” you thought for a moment about the perfect dare for him, “I dare you to kiss me.”


“Kiss me. Unless you’re too chicken to.” You teased.

“I’m not chicken.” Tom replied. When he closed his eyes and leaned in towards you, you panicked and fled from the treehouse. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see that you were already on the ground, making your way into his house. He hurried down the ladder and ran inside in time to see you saying goodbye to his mother.

“I hope we’ll see each other again soon.” You told him, giving him a hug, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too. Best friends forever, right?” Tom asked.

“Best friends forever.” You confirmed. You bid farewells to his family and you left with your mother back home. That was the last day you would see Tom for several years to come.


Age: 16

You nervously shifted your weight between your two feet as you stood on the Holland family’s front porch. You had knocked once already and, after a minute of waiting, were beginning to think that they weren’t home, or had moved. After all, an unfamiliar grey truck was parked in the driveway instead of their standard blue mini van and a dog was barking behind the door. Last time you were here, they didn’t own a dog. It had been nine years since you were here last; therefore you knew some things had to have changed. Tom would have gotten rid of his baby face and Patrick-little baby Patrick-would be ten. You were about to leave when you heard the sound of someone unlocking the door. You looked up and were greeted by almost a spitting image of the Tom you remembered from all those years ago. It couldn’t be him because this boy was clearly around the age of nine.

“May I help you?” He asked, curious as to who the stranger at his door was.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Do the Hollands live here?” You replied with a kind smile.

“Yes.” He nodded skeptically and it suddenly clicked to you.

“Patrick?” Your eyes widened in realization.

“Do I know you?” He questioned, starting to nervously fumble with the doorknob, ready to close the door on you at any moment.

“Of course, you don’t remember me.” You laughed lightly, “You were just a baby when I last saw you. Is Tom home? Can I speak with him or your mom?”

“Give me a minute.” Patrick shut the door and went to the kitchen, where his mother was making dinner with Tom helping her.

“Who was that, Pat?” Tom asked.

“A girl named Y/N. She was asking for you.” He replied. The young boy watched as his brother and mother froze. Tom raced to the door and opened it quickly. His eyes went wide when he saw you. You had definitely grown since the last time he saw you. Your height had spiked since puberty, sending you at least a foot taller. Your body had also matured, which didn’t go unnoticed by the older teenage boy.

You were in disbelief the minute you laid eyes on Tom. He was so old now. Even if you had grown a lot in the past nine years, he was still half a foot taller than you. Part of his baby face was gone. Although he had grown, he was still your Tom.

“Y/N. You’re here.” Tom mumbled. His brain was currently trying to process exactly what was happening.

“I am.” You smiled. Before you could blink, Tom was hugging you tightly, just like he did when you were kids.

“Y/N!” You heard and Tom let go of you. You looked in the doorway to see his mother and you hugged her as well, “What are you doing here?”

“My father got a job here, so we came back.” You said.

“Permanently?” Tom asked you.

“Until I finish high school.” You replied.

“Dinner is almost ready. Would you like to join us?” His mother asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just dropped by to say hi. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding on anything. You’re always welcome here. Come in, come in.” She ushered you inside and it was exactly as you remembered it. The pictures on the walls were updated, but some remained from years ago.

“Harry, Sam, dinner!” Tom’s mother called out to the last two Holland boys. She served the food and placed it on the table, getting out an extra seat and plate for you.

“Patrick, you don’t remember Y/N, do you?” Tom asked his youngest brother.

“He couldn’t even talk yet.” You laughed. You held out a hand to him, “I’m Y/N. I used to live here and I was Tom’s best friend until I moved.”

“Patrick, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand in return. Sam and Harry were confused as to who you were as well.

“You two don’t remember her either? This is shameful.” Tom groaned.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, politely at the twins.

“Y/N? As in cousin Y/N?” Sam asked.

“I’m a cousin?” You turned to Tom with a laugh.

“She’s not a cousin. She was my best friend.” Tom exclaimed.

“I remember being here often. I just assumed she was a cousin.” Sam shrugged.

“You three were all too young to remember me.” You said.

“How has your mother been doing?” Tom’s mom asked you and you went on to share the past nine years with them.


“Where are we going, Tom?” You asked, sitting in the passenger seat of his truck. It was getting late and your mom had requested you home by midnight. Your boyfriend, Tom, insisted on you coming to his house at ten PM that night, then going out driving with you. It took about two months after you returned to town for Tom to ask you out. At first, you were both unsure since you’d been best friends for so long, but eventually it was a comfortable relationship.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He replied, keeping his eyes on the dirt road in front of him. He moved his hand out to you and you held onto it, humming to the song playing on the radio. He came to a stop by a meadow.

“Can you tell me now?” You pestered. Wordlessly, he got out of the truck. You followed behind him as he went to get some things out of the back. He grabbed out a basket, electric flameless candles, and a few blankets.

“A picnic? At 10:30 at night?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“We’re stargazing and I figured snacks would be nice.” Tom said, going to the meadow and laying out a blanket. He put the candles on the edges, keeping it down and illuminating the area. He invited you to lay on it with him and you did. He then grabbed the other two blankets and wrapped you two up in them. He got out the basket’s contents, which consisted of cheese cubes, strawberries, chocolates, and mini apple juices.

“How romantic.” You chuckled, looking at the foods and drinks.

“I tried.” He replied, eating a cheddar cheese cube.

“It’s nice.” You smiled at him, taking a strawberry and eating it.

“Remember how we stargazed when we were little?” Tom asked, looking up at the stars.

“Yeah, and we would create our own constellations because we didn’t know the names of the real ones.” You laughed, thinking of the fond memory. Your eyes floated up to the sky and you stared at the lights in awe. Tom watched you as your eyes traced each star. You breathed, “It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Tom said. You rolled your eyes and looked at him. You grabbed a cheese cube and threw it at him.

“And you’re incredibly cheesy.” Your comment made him playfully tackle you, the blankets getting tangled in your legs. He used his arms to keep himself from laying on top of you completely. Your eyes shifted to his arms on either side of your head.

“Look at you, been working out?” You teased, seeing the muscles flex in his arms.

“Maybe.” Tom stated. Your eyes went up to meet his and you saw as his eyes briefly looked down at your lips.

“Hey, Tom?” You asked, acknowledging the fact that he was slowly leaning down to you.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I dare you to kiss me.” You said, giving him full permission to kiss you. He leaned down until his lips were on yours and you kissed for the first time. You both smiled when you broke away, “I guess you’re not chicken after all.”

“I was never a chicken. You left before I could kiss you.” Tom said.

“Maybe I was the chicken, but it still took you nine years to complete a dare-I think that’s a record.”

“Again. You left.” He stated, climbing off you. He laid beside you and you cuddled into his chest when he wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m not leaving ever again.” You mumbled and he kissed your head.

“I won’t let you.”


Age: 20

“First time I’ve been up in here thirteen years.” You said, following Tom up the ladder to his old treehouse. You had been dating for almost four years and you were now living together, while you attended university and Tom worked. Today was the one day out of the month that you two went back to Tom’s old house and had dinner with his family and your family. After you two ate, you disappeared up to the treehouse while everyone else was inside, patiently waiting on dessert.

“Yeah, be careful. It’s less sturdy now.” He laughed, “I only came up here a few times after you left. It was mostly to clear my head.” You crouched down as you looked around the treehouse with Tom. You hands ran over your initials carved into the delicate wood. Tom had done that for you a month before you left. He got in trouble for etching both of your initials in the wood.

“You really haven’t touched this place.” You stated, looking at the pile of toys you two had brought up one time and never brought back down, “So many memories are in this treehouse. It’s amazing.”

“Y/N,” Tom said, bringing your attention to him. He was kneeling on the wooded ground. Normally you wouldn’t think anything of it, considering neither of you could stand in the treehouse and you were kneeling as well; but, Tom was holding a small object in his hand that you recognized as a ring box. He opened it and presented a beautiful silver ring to you.

“Tom-” you started, but he cut you off.

“This is a proposal, Y/N, so let me get my whole speech out before you interrupt me, okay?” Tom asked you. You nodded with a laugh as your eyes began to water. He continued, “We’ve known each other our whole lives. I spent nine years without you, but you were still making an influence on me. Those were probably the worst nine years of my life and I don’t want to spend anymore time away from you. I want to be with you, always and forever. I want to wake up every morning to you. All I want is you. I hope that I can make you as happy as you have made me all these years. I love you so much. I always have and I always will. Y/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my wife?” He asked. The tears were freely falling down your face and you could see his hands beginning to shake.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You replied, pulling him into a kiss as he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you, Tom.”

“I love you too.”

Later, you two exited the treehouse, walking hand-in-hand into Tom’s old kitchen, where his family and your family were gathered.

“Finally. We almost started without you.” Your father said as Tom’s mother began to serve the pie. You and Tom exchanged a glance and he cleared his throat, gathering everyone’s attention.

“We have some news.” Tom stated. He smiled at you, “We’re getting married.”

“Married?” Your mothers both exclaimed in excitement.

“Congratulations.” Harry smiled at you two.

“My little babies, all grown up.” Your mother started to cry and went to hug you two in congratulations.

“I knew it! Since you were kids, I knew you two would get married some day.” Your father cheered, “I was rooting for you two.”

You and Tom were the stereotypical love story-best friends who grew up to fall in love with each other-and you would not have changed a thing about it.

part of me kind of misses the weird & wild disconnected nature of fandom internet that existed in the 90s but another, bigger part of me is relieved that i dont have to hunt through three search engines and poke around webrings to find fanart for shit anymore