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Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

Tom was special. He was charming, kind, confident. He had lots of good qualities and a great personality. Who wouldn’t fall for him. Tom also seemed to be paired with Zendaya a lot lately. In magazines and articles, reporter kept saying how they were a thing. Those two hit it off from the very start. They created a very close friendship. You felt a little jealous because you felt that she had more to offer to Tom. And you happened to consider yourself a decent person, but it would never be enough for Tom. But you reminded yourself that you had nothing to worry about or so you thought.

“Hey Y/N Zendaya invited us to her house would you like to join us?” You looked up to meet his brown eyes. He was showing the most heartwarming smile.

“Um…Sure who’s all going to be there?” You slowly stood up from his couch.

“Everyone! Jacob, Harrison, Laura, the whole gang” He smiled brightly at you.

“Great. Let’s go then” You gestured to the door.

“Ladies first” You teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes but walked ahead of you.

The ride to her house was a comfortable silence, but felt as though someone should have spoken up first.

“We’re here” Tom unbuckled his seat belt and didn’t bother to wait for you, already practically in the enormous house. Another thing you couldn’t show off.

You knocked on her front door. Unlike Tom who just burst in, you knocked like the well mannered girl your parents raised you to be. Not a second later the door swung open to reveal a happy Zendaya.

“Y/N the door was open silly. Come on in!” She chuckled softly.

You walked in and were greeted by everyone. A few “Hey’s” and “Where were yous” were thrown your way.

“Oh I was…outside” You pointed your thumb behind you.

“Doing what?” Jacob spoke up.

“Getting left behind” You mumbled. Thankfully no one heard you.

“What was that?” Harrison looked confused.

“Uh nothing. So what’re we doing?” You clasped your hands together.

“We could swim in the pool out back” Zendaya suggested.


I’m down”

“Let’s go”

“I’m in”

“I’d love to but I’m not in the proper swim-wear” You gestured to your jeans and t-shirt.

“I think I may have something for you to wear Y/N, come on” Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you to her bedroom.

You saw her rummaged threw her stuff.

“Ah ha. Here you go. The bathrooms down the hall to your left” She smiled at you sweetly.

Why did she have to be so nice. It was seriously impossible to hate her. There wasn’t anything bad you could say about her.

You quickly changed into the bikini top and bottoms. You gazed at your reflection picking out all your flaws. The bikini didn’t do you as justice like it did on Zendaya. Whereas she was skinny and tall, you were curvy, not that it was a bad thing, but always had a problem with your image. You couldn’t compete with her.

By the time you arrived outside everyone was doing their own thing. Tom and the boys were playing a game with a football, while Zendaya and Laura were tanning on chairs. You found yourself deep in thought thinking how did you fit in with these people. They were well-known and popular in life whereas the guy at Starbucks couldn’t even get your name correct. How did you managed to get yourself involved with them.

As months went by you slowly started seeing a change in Tom. He was always hanging out with Zendaya more often than usual, practically blowing off your hangouts to spend time with her. You were losing him, and fast. Your chance of ever being with him was starting to become a long-shot, and if you didn’t make a move he would be a goner. He’d be with Zendaya.

“Harrison I don’t think this is such a good idea” You protested. You finally gave in and told Harrison about your feelings for Tom. Since he was his best friend, Harrison suggested that you’d just tell Tom how you felt, that way you could see if he felt the same way.

“No don’t do that. You’re not backing out of this now” He shook his head.

“But what if he doesn’t like me” You stared at your feet.

“Your his best friend, you two have a wonder friendship, there’s no way he could reject you” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Okay” You sighed.

“You got this” He gave a slight push to his trailer.

“I got this” You recited back to yourself until you reached his door.

You mentally prepared yourself for better or for worse. You knocked slightly on his door but got no response. Strange he just finished shooting today. You thought. You tried again but got no answer. You opted for option two. You tried opening his door. It opened immediately granting you access inside his trailer. You cautiously stepped in looking around and not finding him anywhere. You checked the last place you knew for sure that you’d find him. You walked up to his bedroom and heard music coming from the room. You grew curiously and turned the knob, which you now regret doing so.

You gaped at the sight of Tom and Zendaya in a full out make out session. You gasped which finally got both of their attention. Tom noticed you first and his eyes bulged out widely from their sockets. He pulled away from Zendaya.


“I-It’s not what it looks like!” He flailed his arms in a “no” motion.

“He’s right Y/N” Zendaya pitched in.

“Really?!” You looked at him incredulously shocked. “I can’t do do this right now…” You whispered. You exited his trailer with fast paced steps.

“Y/N!” You heard Tom shout after you. You ignored him and continued walking to your car.

“Y/N stop!” Tom got a hold of your forearm preventing you from going any farther.

“Let. Go. Of. Me!” You said sternly.

“No not until you tell me what’s wrong!”.

“Oh now you care?!” You scoffed.

“Of course I care. I’m your best friend” He looked stunned.

“You haven’t exactly been acting like one” You mumbled averting your gaze any else.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me” You pulled your arm out of his grip

“Why are you being like this?!” He raised his voice.

“Because she took you from me!” You cried out.

“Who? Zendaya? She hasn’t taken me from anybody Y/N, I’m not her property!” He shook his head. “I’m no ones property”

“She took what we had” You whispered.

“What we had? What’re you going on about?”

“You two became closer and started hanging out more. You kept ditching me for her. I lost you to her” You sniffled.

“You didn’t lose me Y/N” He hugged you.

“I think I already have…” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“What makes you think that?” He looked down at you.

You averted your eyes.


You finally looked him in the eye and let it all out. “I fell for you Tom. I fell in too deep. I wanted to deny it, but I always kept coming back to you. Then you got closer to Zendaya, and I blew my chance. And when I saw you kissing her I j-just couldn’t watch”. You didn’t realize you shed a few tears through your confession.

“Y/N-” He started.

“No it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. You love her. She’s the perfect girl for you. You deserve someone as great as her Tom” You faked the best smile you could muster.

“Y/N it’s not what-.”

You cut him off. “No I get it you clearly-.”

Tom grabbed your cheeks pulling you in for a harsh kiss cutting off your sentence before you could finish.

“Shut up” He said against your lips. 

You were taken back still trying to process what just happened. You could only nod.

“If you’d just let me talk, then you would know that we were practicing for a scene” He looked at you.

“A w-what?” You whispered.

“My character Peter and her character Michelle have a kissing scene. Zendaya asked if we could rehearse so it wouldn’t be awkward on set”. 

“Oh” Was all you could muster. You felt incredibly embarrassed. You made a big deal over something so small.

“I’m such an idiot!” You turned away from him.

“Hey you didn’t know” Tom caressed your arm.

“I don’t whether to feel relieved or slap you” You quirked a brow at him.

“I’d go for the first option” He put his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry” You looked up at him.

“It’s okay…So you really fell for me?” He turned serious.

“Umm. Look Tom I didn’t mean to blurt all that out. I never wanted our friendship to get ruined”.

“And it never will love. I love you as well” He leaned forward kissing your forehead.

“You mean that?” You smiled a bit.

“I only have my eyes set out for one girl, and that girl will always be you.”

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Imagine having dinner with Chris.

A/N: Part 2, I guess. I’m going to name it ‘Just Friends’ for now. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this piece, we’ll just see where my brain goes with it. 😂 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends - Part 1) Okay, let me know. I’m going to bed now. X

You sat in the green room with Michelle, one of the producers you were working with to turn your script into a movie. The two of you were going through a scene that was to be filmed tomorrow afternoon while Chris, the cast, and the rest of crew got through filming the final scene of the night. The day had been a long one, especially after you and Chris got into a slight disagreement about how scene four should’ve been filmed. Things got a little heated which was why Michelle asked if you’d join her in the green room reviewing a scene that had been reviewed twice already when you should’ve been out there with the rest of them.

You may have acknowledged that Chris was the director and he had the most say, but that didn’t mean you quietly went along with whatever he said. You’d always been opinionated growing up, as well as protective of your work. Chris knew this before he agreed to take the job, and Sebastian had warned him that “Y/N’s feelings for you doesn’t change anything when it comes to her work. If she doesn’t like what you’re doing, she’s going to tell you.” And told him you did. You were lucky you were talented in a way that kept you safe from being kicked to the curb, so lucky you got away with calling the director an “egotistical asshole”. You knew you had to apologize for that one, except you weren’t one known to apologize. In your defense, he did call you a “bossy control freak” first; one could say you were provoked, but then again- so was Chris.

“Come in, Miss Stan.” You and Michelle turned to your set walkie-talkie when Chris’ voice came through. “Miss Stan, come in.” You tried hard not to roll your eyes because you were still mad at him. “Miss Stan, I’d really appreciate it if you’d pick up.” You sighed and reached for the walkie, and just as you were about to speak to him nicely- he had to say, “this egotistical asshole would like to talk to the bossy control freak.”

“What?” You growled into the mouthpiece with a tightened jaw; the word barely escaped your clenched teeth.

“We’re wrapping up now, so get your stuff.” He told you and you let out a tired sigh of relief; you could finally go home and soak in that bathtub of yours. “Also, do you want to have dinner with me before I drop you off at your apartment?”

“Are you sure you want to have dinner with a bossy control freak?” You bit.

“I already had breakfast with her this morning.” His response came in a cool and calm tone which pissed you off even more. You were about to speak when he spoke first, “I’ll be out by the car.” He then turned off the device before you could yell at him.

Beside you, Michelle dropped her head to hide her smile. You and Chris were like an old married couple, which made sense even if you were yet to date; you’d been friends for seven years. Michelle understood why you weren’t together, but she wished you’d break the rules and date under the radar already. Sure, the two of you got into heated arguments once in a while. And yes, you had mildly different personalities and interests that occasionally brought forth disagreements: you were a Yankees fan and he was most definitely not. But none of those things changed the fact that you two were perfect for each other. Sebastian always told you to find someone that challenged you, and you found that in Chris. Some people might have defined ‘perfect for each other’ as a 'yes man’ relationship, where no fights or disagreements occurred. But not you or Chris, you liked the fire. And at the end of the day, neither could stay mad for long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Get some rest,” Michelle held up a hand to bid you goodbye; you smiled, nodding. “Don’t kill him,” she called after you, laughing when she heard you mutter, “I’ll try not to.”

You found Chris where he said he’d be waiting. He said nothing as he helped you with your bag and the stack of papers in your arms. You narrowed your eyes at him because you knew he was trying to make up for what happened on the set earlier, and that meant it wouldn’t be long until you had to apologize. Were you wrong for calling him an egotistical asshole? Yeah. But was he being one? Yeah. If he’d just taken your advice instead of calling you a bossy control freak, the fight wouldn’t have occurred.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked when the two of you got into the car, and he started to pull out of the parking lot. You said nothing as you fiddled with your necklace chain. “Y/N, what do you want to eat?”

“I don’t want to sound like a bossy control freak.”

“Oh my God,” he chuckled and reached for your hand, taking it in his to give it a gentle squeeze. “Can you stop?” He glanced at you with a smile that softened your heart. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it, you know I never mean anything I say in the heat of the moment. I know you meant well, I just- what you said was not what I saw when I read your script. I’m just following my gut, okay? I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Dammit,” you huffed, biting back your smile. “Does this mean it’s my turn to apologize now?”

“An apology would be nice,” he nodded, giving you puppy dog eyes and an innocent smile. “Unless you truly believe I’m an egoistical asshole, then you don’t have to because clearly I-” You slapped his arm before he could finish and he laughed. “You don’t have to apologize, I know 'I’m sorry’ is not easy for you to say.”

“No, it’s not. But I’m sorry,” you told him and his smile widened as he turned his attention back on the road. “I didn’t mean it either. You are-” you chuckled softly, playing with his hand, “the furthest thing from an egoistical asshole.” He drew your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. “Hey, Chris?” You spoke when you realized he was on the borderline of your friendship.

“I know, sorry,” he quickly pulled his hand from yours to grip the steering wheel. You felt your smile falter as you withdrew your hand too, resting it on your lap. “So what do you want to do for dinner? There’s this restaurant that I think you’d like, it’s by the boardwalk and-”

“Is this dinner, or is this din-ner?” You broke up the second 'dinner’, using a more suggestive tone to convey your question. Chris glanced at you with a raised brow. “'Cause if this is just dinner, we can’t go to a restaurant by the boardwalk because that sounds way too romantic and I don’t think we can separate ourselves from that.”

“Okay, then what do you suggest? Should we just grab a pizza, a six pack, and go back your place?” He asked and you giggled, shaking your head. “What?” He laughed, throwing a quick glance your way before turning back to the road. “I can’t even hang out at your apartment now?”

“You can, you just can’t at nine o'clock at night,” you told him and he rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you laughed. “It is already ridiculously hard for us to be together when we’re in a public place, can you imagine the tension if we’re trapped in a room alone together? I’m not going to risk doing something stupid, 'cause I will especially if there’s booze involved.”

“Fine, what if we just have pizza? No booze and we’ll sit on opposite ends of the room,” he suggested and you scrunched your nose. “Y/N, we have more self-control than that. Come on, I’m starving and I don’t want to eat alone. We’ve been doing this friends thing for seven years,” he reminded you and you huffed. “We’ve been alone before without jumping each other’s bones, I think we can do it again.”

“And if we can’t?”

“I promise I’ll leave before something happens.”

“Okay,” you gave in, “fine.”

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Part 3


Military AU (In reference to this post x)

MJ was a trooper that was sent out on a mission to Afghanistan with her regiment. When she arrived in Afghanistan every unit was assigned a lieutenant that would train them. The lieutenant that was assigned to their unit was called Lieutenant Peter Parker and he annoyed the living shit out of her. Not only was he tiny, he also decided that their unit was performing well below the military standards and was determined to drill them every day from early in the morning to late at night.  

Naturally this bothered MJ immensely, because she wanted to show that she was obviously the best and that she deserved to be put up the military ranks. Lieutenant Parker, however, was determined to ignore her existence. He always seemed to be somewhere else with his thoughts and never acknowledged her hard work. 

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Siren’s Song

Originally posted by frozen-delight

A/N: Hey guys, so this is for @luci-in-trenchcoats​‘ follower challenge. I don’t think any warnings are really necessary except for implied smut and language? Anyways! This is my first SPN story and I’m a little nervous, but I hope you like it! The prompt I got was Person A:Be Safe. Person B:When am I not? so I did a little reader insert where they deal with a siren and such.  Also my story goes past the 10 Max a little bit… but I tried my best to shorten it as much as I could and managed.

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What You Did Last Summer

USUK Summer Getaway Day 5: Free Day

This is late again. This is the last one. Gosh. 

Arthur has always been grateful of his job. Why wouldn’t he? Landing a job in one of the top companies was somewhat of a stepping stone for his career. It has a decent pay check. He has his weekends free and his colleagues are nice and cooperative.

The only down side to his lovely job was it could be stressful with deadlines and demanding bosses.

But Arthur’s company always took great care to its employees. It’s been in their mission not only to improve customers’ life but also maintain a happy and productive employees, thus he’s now reading a memo from the Human Resources announcing a company retreat.

Retreats. An event where the employees let loose of their pent-up stress on work and unresolved tension between co-workers and last year’s retreat had been something Arthur wanted to forget. He did not want to go but he find himself dragging his suitcase to their hotel.

Francis’ been telling him how grant their hotel was with a fancy glass of cocktail on his hand. He did not know if someone from the Human Resources hated him but assigning him to be roomed with Francis was something that something that is over the top. He couldn’t even stand the other until he’s completely smashed to which he avoid as of this trip.

Leather hoes clacked on the polished tiles and Arthur could already hear the squeals of female guests and see the turning heads of the males. Arthur sighed and wished for the front desk officer to be faster in her job but it seemed that even she has stopped to look at the newcomer.

“Hi.” His purple-stricken blond hair was combed back by his hand as he leaned to the front  desk and look at Arthur. Francis giggled- bloody giggled as the other smirked at Arthur’s way. The front desk officer still looking at the man. Bloody hell.

“Good morning, Mr. Jones.” He tried smiling politely as the other swiftly gave his information and the bloody front desk officer hurriedly did what Jones told her. What the hell happened to his room key? He scoffed as another officer assisted him.

“Call, me Alfred. We’re on a vacation.” He gave an identification and Arthur grabbed his keys.

“You know Arthur, we should be sharing a room.” He grabbed his keys while the lady behind the desk lingered on looking at him. Arthur looked at him.

“I won’t call this a vacation, sir. With your presence, I find it hard to convince myself to even relax.” He grabbed at his bag. “And as much as I hate this French bastard here,” He pointed to Francis who mockingly looked shock. “I don’t want to trade room with anyone.” He started to move while Francis talked on how room he’d been to him and their boss.

Why was he even here?

There were called by the HRD to have some team building activity. While everyone’s been showing off their skin, Francis included, Arthur stayed on putting a decent length of beach shorts and a t-shirt. It’s the times like this that people would like to show off things but Arthur wanted to stay modest as much as possible.

The first game was tag of war. It was a competition between departments. Arthur was not the strongest in his department but he was  pushed to be one of the participating contestants. He readied himself, positioning at the very back to avoid being crushed by the bigger guys on his department when he felt that someone tugged the rope behind him. How he wished that he did not look to see who it was because all he saw was Alfred bloody Jones Jr. smirking at him.

“You’re not from my department.” He frowned, looking unimpressed with this brat.

“She said I can join and I chose to be on your team.” He looked at the manager who smiled at him then back to Arthur. “Besides, I’m pretty strong. See?” He flexed his arm. Oh yes, Arthur could see that tones chest and abs but that doesn’t mean he have to tell that to Alfred.

He looked away, afraid that he might not take his eyes off to the other and mumbled, “Just make sure to make this team win.” Alfred laughed, he leaned forward and whispered to Arthur. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Arthur was sure that goosebumps ran into his skin and that his ears are now red but he thanked Michelle from shouting the start of game. Adrenaline rushed through both teams as they tugged with all they can. Arthur can feel his hands slipping on the rope and it starts to burn. His hands slipped but a pair of strong arm got over his part of rope and tugged. To his shock, he looked back and saw Alfred. His face determined to win and sweat beading down his charming face. Oh god! Did he just call this brat charming? He snapped out of it and started to tug even in the awkward position of basically being enveloped to Alfred’s arms. A few more tugs and he felt to other side let go and the force must have been heavy on their side that he found himself tumbling back but even before he fell, Alfred hold him on his shoulders and steadied him.

“Oh- there.” He whispered as Arthur tried to get away from his touch. It felt like his skin was burning from the inside. Alfred smiled at him as he muttered a small ‘thank you’ while his teammates cheered for their victory. After that, Arthur excused himself with being exhausted even though he’s not. It’s better to be teased from being weak than to be teased by a Baby Brat Jones.

They came back to the hotel by lunch time and everyone was famished enough to somewhat forget their manners and gobble up everything they saw on the buffet table. He sat with Kiku, a quiet Japanese man from the Engineering department. They exchanged small talks while the other tables chat up excitedly on what they will do on their spare time. Francis even suggested hitting the nearby bar for a few drinks. Oh dear.

He’s busy thinking of how to turn down Francis’ offer when a plate full of food was placed on their table. Both Kiku and Arthur was startled when they saw Alfred sat in between them. “Hi Kiku!” The Japanese man greeted the other politely and then he turned to Arthur. “Hey, Artie!” He smirked as the other greeted his teeth.

“It’s Arthur, sir.” He poked at his salad. The other just laughed. “I’ll call you by your name if you call me by my name!” He beamed as Kiku quietly watched them.

“I refuse.” He said, not looking at the other and just observing the towering plate of Alfred.

“Then, I’ll just have to call you 'Artie’!” He choked and looked at the other to which other hysterically laughed before turning to Kiku who looked flustered. What the hell?

He tried not to talk while eating to avoid any banter exchange with Alfred but that did not stop Alfred the latter from teasing him. He had never been eaten his salad faster in his entire life.

That night, at the hotel room. Francis has been telling him about going to the bar and asking Arthur to join him.

“I don’t want to go.” He said, not looking at his laptop.

“Why?” He whined as he looked at the mirror and fixed his hair.

“I just don’t want to.” He emphasized.

“I guess I need to start telling everyone tonight that last year, you were so wasted that you-” His face was hit by a pillow.

“Don’t you dare!” He hissed as he closed his laptop.

“Then, come.” Francis’ knew he already won.

“I swear, I’ll cut your tongue if you tell anyone!” He looked at his suitcase for something appropriate to wear. “I’ll be watching you!” He warned.

He purposely left his wallet to avoid but that did not stop Francis from buying him a drink. Now, he’s at the local bar, cradling his first and only drink tonight. One drink won’t hurt, right? Francis had been on the dance floor for a long time now. The flashing lights hurt Arthur’s eyes and he could not find the frog. He decided to be the somber and responsible one to carry Francis’ ass back to their hotel room.

He slowly sip at his drink when he felt someone sat beside him on the bar.

“I didn’t expect to see you here~” He voice a bit hushed and he carry a glass with him. Arthur examined his clothing. He’s used to the black leather rebel he always saw at the office but now, he wore tight shirt and a well-fitted pair of jeans. And he carry it so well, not that Arthur would admit that.

“Neither did I.” He asked sarcastically.

“Your drink’s almost empty. Let me buy you another, Artie!” Damn with that nickname again.

“Only if you stop calling me that!” He said, turning around. Alfred went to ask the bartender for another of Arthur’s drink but he swore he heard his name being whispered to him. A delightful shiver ran on his spine as the other pulled away and sat again.

The drink arrived and the song changed to some blasted pop song Arthur dare not know the title.

“Let’s dance!” Alfred gulped his drink in one go as much to Arthur’s horror,

“No. No! Alfred, no!” He backed up from his seat as the other tugged at him to stand.

“Come on! I’m your boss and this is my favorite song!” He went near Arthur.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He whispered as the other came near. Arthur felt his cheeks aflame as the other came near his ears.

“I knew what you did last summer, Arthur. I can only imagine how you danced at last year’s retreat. It’s a shame that I’m not there to personally enjoy your show.” The git even had the nerve to smirk. His cheeks felt very hot not and that’s not because of the booze. Guess who’s gonna be a murdered frog later tonight.

Alfred pulled away. “Come on, dance with me and it’ll be our little secret.  he felt conflicted but he knew this man can woo anyone and everything he said will be believed by the others. He’ll regret it for sure but he stood up and led Alfred amidst the sweating bodies of the dance floor.

After that night, both Francis and Arthur woke up into an unfamiliar room but the only problem was how would Arthur manage to come out of his boss’ room.

A/N: Arthur got wasted at last year’s retreat when he and Francis went to bar hop. He ended up dancing at the stage because of Francis’ dare and not just any dance, sexy dance! And even wasted, Francis managed to remember that and used that to blackmail the other /hohoho/ Alfred somewhat knew it because Francis might have spat it by accident, but it came in handy, right?

Mercury Part 6

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life! 

 Warnings: Slow burn, anger 

 A/N: Hey guys how ya doing? Another part for you! Hope you will enjoy this part. Stay tuned for tomorrows newest chapter because there might be something y’all have been waiting for… anyways don’t forget requests and tags are open!

After you had finish up the loads of homework you were given, you changed out of your everyday attire and wore your workout attire. You wanted to hit the bag a few times and maybe run on the treadmill all before dinner.

You then walk to the gym, in the gym, you wrap both hands with tape. You get to the bag and start punching some combos, like a jab, cross then uppercut. However this workout session was more intense than others you’ve had in a while. This was due to the fact that Tony had really pushed you over the edge. Sure he could be there for his team, but can you be there for yours? Maybe you weren’t the leader, but you know you needed to be there, you just have a feeling. And you were going to be there, wether Tony knew it or not. Out of pure anger and fury you start to hit the bag with more intensity. Your knuckles burning, and sweat dripping down your face.

“Hey Y/N the point isn’t to break the bag.” Someone said breaking your concentration. You could recognized that from voice anywhere, that was The Captain America, Steve Rogers.

“Oh hey there Steve-o. What’s up?” You question picking up a water bottle, sipping from it, then putting it down.

“The ceiling.” You smirk and roll your eyes, what a dad joke.

“I know what happened between you and Tony.”

“Please don’t lecture me too, I’ve got enough of that from home and school.”

“I was going to agree with you actually.” Your eyes pop open and your jaw drops.

“Don’t act all surprise. Tony and I don’t agree on a lot of things. I’ll figure out a way for Tony to be out of your hair for a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you so much Steve!” You squeal, hugging him tightly.

“No problem, and listen kid, go fix your hands, they’re probably all screwed up by now.” You nod profusely and start skipping to the bathroom.

In the bathroom you unwrap your tape to see how damaged your knuckles are. However when you unrolled the last of the tape, you examined your knuckles and saw that there was nothing. There are no bruises, no scars, no cuts, nothing. You’re curious, but you don’t think much of it. You’ve been hitting the bag for years, your skin was probably used to the amount of damaged it has gone through. That’s probably why there is no cuts or bruises. That has to be the reason, or is it?

The dinner table was awkward to say the least. You knew it was going to be awkward. Everyone in the tower knew about the argument you had with Tony. Now here you are, staring at your plate of food, wishing to runaway from this moment.

“So, Y/N tell us have you made any friends today?” Wanda spoke up, trying to release the tension.

“Yeah, I met a cool group of people.” You spoke shyly, still looking at your plate. It looks as though it hasn’t been touched by a single soul. Being the foodie you are, everyone imagined that you would have eaten by now. They were wrong.

“What are their names?” Wanda wonders, taking a bite into her food.

“Well I hit it off, or at least I think I did, with this girl named Michelle. I also befriended this really funny kid named Ned. I also met a guy named Peter.” You utter. You decide for everyone’s sake to eat a bit of food even if you weren’t hungry. After that, you rest your fork on the table, then table still quiet. Even Sam, the most talkative person on the team, didn’t say a peep.

“I’m going to go to my room, if you’ll excuse me.” You announce, getting up from the chair and walking back to your room.

Soon enough, you reach your bedroom. You still weren’t sure if you believed Tony when he stated that he found Peter from a video on YouTube. You open your laptop and search “Midtown High Academic Decathlon” on the YouTube search bar. There was nothing, at least there were no videos of Peter. That son of a bitch lied to me, you though gritting your teeth. You were fuming. Does he think I’m stupid? You wanted to punch something, maybe even someone. You try to decompress, yet to no avail you’re ballistic. You start to deeply breathe in-an-out just like when Tony taught you.

10 Years Ago

“Uncle Tony!” You wail, kicking your legs in the dirt of the playground. Pain exploding from the ginormous cut on your left elbow.

“Yes Y/N?” He walks up to you, smiles gently, and lowers himself to be at your eye level. Remnants of tears marks your face, you still cry while you point to your elbow.

“You’ll be fine Y/N. But you need to calm down first.” You nod.

“Breathe in.” You breathe in.

“Breathe Out.” You breathe out, and you finally calm down, sniffling and rubbing your running nose with the back of your palm.

“Let’s go get a bandaid, clean up that cut, and then maybe some ice cream?” Tony suggested, your eyes light up, and you nod your head vigorously, loving the idea. He picks you up and holds you. He tickles your side and you giggle. Both of you walk away.


Now you felt sad, even betrayed. Why would he lie to me? There must be a good reason for it. Tony loves me and wouldn’t purposely hurt my feelings. You get up from your desk and walk to your closet. You change into pajamas, lay down on your bed, and clap your hands to turn off the lights. You shut your eyes and doze of into darkness.


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Fairytale of Beacon Hills - Stiles Stilinski Christmas Fluff

Originally posted by freemusic979

[you’ll get why it’s not a tw gif as you read, but it IS a stiles imagine]

Request; @little-miss-mandy said: ® Hi can you possibly do a Christmas fluff imagine about Stiles where the reader is out getting a Christmas present on Christmas Eve for her crush Stiles to give to him anonymously but then there is a snow storm. She can’t get into her car to get to her house so she knocks on a random persons door and it happens to be Stiles’ house. His dad got snowed in at work and she gets snowed in alone with Stiles. They spend Christmas together and at the end they become a couple. Thank you💜


Note; this was probably one of my favourite requests! ily mandy :) i hope you’re well and merry christmas :) Quite long tbh, almost 2k words I think

I listened to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol while writing this, just a suggestion for the end [other song to pop up is Fairytale of New York by The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl]


“Big fan?” the cashier asked you as he scanned the Star Wars merchandise and some other little things.

“It’s a present for a friend,” you told him as he chuckled.

“I’m not judging, but he’s a lucky guy if you’re willing to spend this much on him,” he said as he managed to scan the last bit in.

“Is it too much?” you asked, finally thinking it over. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Depends. Is he a boyfriend or a friend?” he asked.

“Friend,” you replied too fast, making his eyebrows slide up. “It looks desperate, doesn’t it?” you sighed.

“A little. Here,” he took a few things from the bag you packed it in and cancelled them from the list. “Save some money for your other friends, and he’ll love those anyway. And you can come back for these for his birthday,” he smiled at you.

“Thanks,” you tried to return the smile, while in reality, you were a total mess.

After getting all you stuff together, you thanked the cashier one more time before leaving to your car, but you realised that it was snowing too bad. Not wanting to risk dying - the roads were crazy slippery already, thanks to the rain earlier in the morning, and now snow, which had probably meant some roads were frozen over - you sighed and started walking home. It was going to be a long way, but worth it.

You thought about calling for someone, but then you recognised the street. Oh God, it’s Stiles’ street…

Now that the snowfall was heavier and you were almost up to your ankles in it, you saw no choice. You found his house and knocked on the front door, then rang the bell for extra measure, freezing your backside off as you had the presents in your hand as well as a christmas themed bag.

“Y/n? Hey,” Stiles said, surprised to find you on the other side of the door.

“I was at the store and I didn’t want to risk driving. But now I’m freezing and I’m still a long way away from home,” you explained to him as he just nodded, opening the door wider and you sent him a thankful smile, taking a step in and letting him close the door. “Thanks, Stiles,” you told him, slipping your shoes off before he helped with your coat.

“Why were you at the store?” damn, the question you didn’t want to answer…

“Last minute shopping,” you tried to cover up.

“For gifts?” he asked, not able to sense your embarrassment.

“Yes?” you managed to squeak out, making him smile a little at the weird sound.

“I’ll grab you a jumper and make some hot chocolate, do you want to just sit in the living room? We can put on a movie or something. My dad is stuck at work because of the snow,” he explained as he left you to go to the kitchen. Well here goes nothing…

You made your way into the living room and put his presents into the nice bag before grabbing a pen from the coffee table and write his name on the tag before you put it under the tree. You played the pen back where you found it, the bag finding a place in your pocket. You took a spot on the couch and saw that he was watching one of the old Batman movies, Michelle Pfeiffer’s face on the screen, staring at you as you sat down. Was she judging you? No way, she was totally crazy… Well, in the film, a little, anyway.

“Okay, I wasn’t sure if you wanted cream and marshmallows, but I put them on anyway because who doesn’t?” Stiles asked as he placed the two mugs of hot chocolate onto the coffee table. “And I’ll grab  jumper for you, but just use the blanket for now,” he sent you a smile.

“Hey, Stiles?!” you asked before he’d leave and he stopped in the doorway, turning back to you quesitoningly.


“Thanks, sorry to just barge in and stuff,” you told him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged with a grin before disappearing and you pulled the covers up to your chin, taking in the smell of it. Detergent and something you could only describe as Stiles himself. It was great, and especially warm, making you want to melt in your place already.

“Here, I could only find this,” he offered his red hoodie and you hesitated at the offer.

“But it’s your favourite red hoodie-“

“Okay, then freeze to death,” he gave you an incredulous look before you rolled your eyes and accepted the hoodie, pushing your arms through and pulling the zip up to the top, snuggling into it, pulling the sleeves over your hands, sharing the blanket with him once he sat beside you.

“Thanks Stiles,” you told him.

“No problem, wouldn’t want you to freeze to death,” he chuckled lightly as he picked up his hot chocolate and took a sip. You did the same, and then saw him place his down, making you glance over to him, stifling a laugh.

“You have-“ you brushed your finger over your top lip and he furrowed his eyebrows before you just reached your thumb out and wiped the cream from under his nose, feeling light stubble over the skin. “Are you growing a beard or a moustache?” you asked with a light laugh.

“It’d make me manly, don’t laugh,” he let out a delighted chuckle as well, ruining his pout while you just shook your head lightly and took a sip as well. “Or you could grow a moustache,” he told you and you flicked your tongue out, feeling the cream on your own top lip. Before you could even lift a finger, his thumb had wiped the white froth, making you lick his finger by accident, the two of you laughing lightly at it. You willed your cheeks not to get red, but they did anyway.

You spent the majority of the night up, finishing the movie, talking a bit more, before he asked where the bag you bought was, since he hadn’t seen it.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you said a little hesitantly, not wanting to talk about it. He’d totally e your secret out of you if he did.

“Was it a present?”

“Maybe,” you said, pulling his hoodie over your nose as a shield.

“Was it for me?” he asked with a wide grin, knowing he had you.

“Maybe,” you answered quietly, making him grin wider - if that was possible - before he shuffled around a little into a more comfortable position.

“Can I open it?”

“Maybe later,” you told him, leaning your head onto the back of the couch, eyes drifting closed a little.

“Good night,” you heard him whisper before you let sleep take over you.

The next morning, Stiles managed to make some toast and also some eggs for the two of you to eat. When you finished, you both washed up after realising that you couldn’t go anywhere, thanks to the knee high snow everywhere, and once listening to the radio you realised this was all over town. His dad even called to tell him to try and hang in there, he’d make his way back somehow, but everyone was stranded somewhere and that he would have to be working to make sure everyone is safe.

That left the house for you and Stiles, with plenty of Christmas music and Christmas movies on the tv and radio.

“And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day!” you and Stiles sung along with the radio, laughing as you were now only wearing his hoodie and some basketball shorts while he was in sweats, both of you warm enough with fuzzy socks on your feet, making sliding across the wooden floor easy as pie.

Speaking of pie, you’d made a banoffee pie which was now chilling in the fridge while you enjoyed yourself.

“I could have been someone!” Stiles told you, both of your singing a little off now.

“Well so could anyone!” you replied, singing with the radio still, to the best of your ability. “You took my dreams from me, when I first found you.”

“I kept them with me babe,” he sung back. “I put ‘em with my own! Can’t make it all alone, I built my dreams around you,” he finished before you sung the chorus together, bumping into each other at the next line and he took your hands, making you dance with him.

“You have a lovely voice,” he smiled, making you laugh.

“Oh shut up, you,” you chuckled.

“And you’re incredibly beautiful too,” he added making you stop and look him in the eyes. He meant it all, you could see it in the way his cheeks turned red and the way his irises were the same size, eyes shining with hesitation.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You’re pretty good yourself,” you told him with a soft smile, your heart beating incredibly fast.

“I’m sorry, but come with me,” he said as he took your hand and you sighed at the moment he just broke. He came to a stop under the living room’s doorway, looking up, making you follow his eyes, letting out a light laugh.

“Is that meant to be a hint?” you asked, still looking at the mistletoe.

“Just a little,” he smiled, looking down at you, and you locked eyes before he dipped his head down and hesitantly placed his lips on yours which you encouraged by winding your arms around his neck, pushing the two of you together. “I wanted to do for so long,” he whispered against your lips, opening his eyes and looking at yours as you opened yours too.

“You have no idea.”

“Merry christmas,” and with that, you pushed your lips against his once more.

Let’s just say your little crush was multiplied by the new year, since your crush was then your boyfriend.