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Sick Day

Originally posted by m-pott

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is sick, you come to his rescue with a shit ton of snuggles and medicine.

Word Count: 1,310

Warnings: Language, fluff, sick!Tom, phobia of being sick (?), needy!Tom, snuggles beyond this world (lemme tell ya, GEEZ.)

A/N: Guess who’s back, m'friends! I apologize for my sudden “disappearance” lol. School and personal stuff has been really weighing me down. I won’t share the juicy details. For the anon that requested this, I hope I did it justice. :// As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy reading!

Waking up on a bright, sunny Saturday, you jump out of bed with a giddiness in your bones.

Maybe it was because of the weekend… or possibly the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream you have saved for your binge day today.

Either way, you were bubbling with so much happiness that it started to alarm you. Especially since you weren’t one to really express emotions all the time. 

However, that was put to a halt when you got a text from your boyfriend, Tom.

Tom: To Y/N

Baaaabe, I think I’m sick.

Oh, c'mon!

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Dating Tom holland would consist of:

- Having random dance parties - Silly string wars - Cuddles - Watching the empire strikes back - You doing bad accents - Hanging out on set - Always touching each other - I mean ALWAYS - your best friend dating haz - “I swear to god Osterfeild if you hurt her I’ll shove you in a garbage disposal” - More cuddles - Cute morning serenades - Breakfast in bed - Him always hugging to his chest while he sleeps - Cute nicknames - You always watching the video where his chair breaks and dying - “Love please stop watching that video!” - Calling him spidey - Being best friends with Tessa - Taking Tessa for walks together - Visiting the children’s hospital together - Whenever you are fighting you say “Bucky Barnes wouldn’t treat me like this” and him instantly cracking - - Being a honorary avenger - And more A/N- sorry I have been so dead lately. I have no motivation. But feel free to request something bc I lost all my requests so ya know. Knock yourself out

Originally posted by spiderholland

Not convinced

Originally posted by harleyfloyd

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word count: 691 (this is a short one) 

Request: “#58 and #111 from writing prompt 11 when where Peter gets jealous cus the reader has been hanging around w a new guy friend? :)” by @hollxndtom

A/N: tbh, I had no idea how to deal with a jealous Peter, so if you think Peter would do something different, please let me know. I also tried to keep the reader gender neutral.  :) 

You laughed as you knocked on the door to Peter and May’s small apartment in Queens. That guy from your biology class offered to walk you to Peter’s after the lecture, claiming it was on his way to his own apartment. He also made you laugh at his biology-themed jokes.

“How are a teenage boy and DNA helicase the same?” The guy said, fighting a smile. You shook your head, knowing the joke would either be completely brilliant, or utterly lame. You glanced at him, cocking your head.

“How so?” You asked, fighting your own wide smile.

“They both want to unzip your genes,” The guy answered, bending over with laughter. You rolled your eyes and tried to contain your laughter. Right when your giggle burst from your lips, the door to Peter and May’s apartment opened, revealing a stunned Peter Parker. You straightened and walked through the door, saying your farewells to the guy as you went.

“See you, (Y/N),” The guy said right when Peter slammed the door shut. You glanced at him, confused. Peter stood next to you, a little closer than he normally does. His eyes were a little on the hard side, and his jaw was set.

“What was he doing?” Peter said, his voice a little dark. You recoiled, feeling your brow furrow with confusion. You and Peter were only friends, but you were beginning to feel a little more for the dork who had a love for science and saving people. You weren’t bold enough to do more than dropping a few hints at a relationship of more than friends, bt Peter was too oblivious to catch the meaning behind your comments. 

“He was just walking me here,” You explained, walking to the kitchen. “He said it was on his way to his place.” You reached the kitchen and dropped your backpack on the floor. You opened the cupboard that held the coffee grounds, filters, and mugs. You grabbed a filter and a mug when Peter spoke up.

“Really, now?” Peter said sarcastically, not convinced. You stopped and glanced to the side, seeing Peter, with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, Peter. He was just walking me here,” you repeated, filling the filter with coffee grounds, the scent making you inhale a little deeper.

“Where does this guy live?” Peter said, his voice right beside your ear. You jumped, dropping the coffee mug. Peter, with his spider reflexes, he reached his hand out and caught the mug, then straightened and set it on the counter next to you.

“Don’t do that to me, Peter!” You shouted in defense. Peter blushed a little shoved his hands in his pockets, resting his hips on the counter.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“What’s your deal, Parker?” You said in exasperation.

“N-nothing,” Peter answered, staring at his feet.

“You’re a horrible liar,” You said. Suddenly, Peter’s odd behavior made sense. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You asked, a coy smile tugging on the corner of your lips.

Peter’s eyes bulged and he began to blush profusely.

“W-w-w-w-what?!” Peter stammered, shaking his head rapidly. “N-n-n-no way! W-why would I be jealous?” You smirked and nodded your head slowly, not convinced.

“Of course you aren’t,” You reassured, finishing up setting up the coffee and putting water into the machine. You pushed the ‘on' button and stood next to Peter. He was still staring at the floor, cheeks an adorable rosy red. You smiled, feeling your courage spiking in the heat of the moment and you planted a quick peck on his cheek. The gesture made Peter blush even more, and he tried to form a sentence, but it just came out to be a jumble of vowels and consonants. You smiled and walked to the end of the kitchen, grabbing your backpack.

“Let’s go to your room, shall we? I need your to explain oxidative phosphorylation,” You asked, flashing a bright smile at Peter as he still stood by the coffee maker, mouth agape and eyes the size of saucers. You walked by him, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind you.

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