Happy Monday, my loves. I know, it’s Monday, but I believe that you can get through it. I hope you all enjoy this oneshot, and I’ll have the next chapters of “Our Eyes” and “There” sometime this evening. I love you all and thanks for sticking around. xoxo
Request and Requested by Anon:
Peter Parker x young!Avenger where the reader leaves hickies all over Peter’s neck and the team teases him and the reader just lookss really proud
“Hey, Peter. What’s that on your neck there?” Sam smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Uh, nothing.” Peter blushed, pulling up the collar of his sweater. Bucky turned to him, taking a good look at his neck.
“You sure there’s nothing there?” Bucky leaned over the counter with Sam, shooting a smug look at the young teenager. The two goons met gazes and they burst out laughing.
Between gasps and stifled laughter, Sam managed to blurt out an actual sentence. “Oh, is Tony going to get a kick out of this.” He shook his head at Peter and Bucky pressed his forehead to the cold granite, still laughing.
“No, no, no. Don’t tell Mr. Stark. Oh my god, please don’t.” He looked mortified as he pleaded to the two men.
“Tell me what?” As if things couldn’t get any worse, Tony walked into the room, and stopped right next to Peter.
“Uh..” Peter brought his hand to the back of his neck, hoping to cover the purplish marks on the sides of it.
“Are those… hickeys?” Tony gave him that classic look of mortification. He was completely dumb founded, but he thought this was hilarious. “Spidey has been getting some action around the tower.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Peter, whose face was beet red. “I wonder who…” He dramatically rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who did this to him. Tony tried to stifle his laughs as he joined the other two behind the counter.
Peter adverted his gaze away from them, landing them on the floor. They were giggling like little school girls and Peter’s face continuously became more red. And when he really thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. He definitely believed now that things could always get worse.
You walked into the room, a smirk across your face. You swayed your hips as you walked past Peter, giving him a sideways glance. You plopped yourself on the couch with your confidence peaking, and your pride with it.
“Hey F/N, been busy lately?” Bucky snorted, flicking his gaze between you and Peter.
“You know it.” You gave a smug look at the men, then shifted your eyes to Peter, giving him a wink, making sure everyone could see. He inhaled quickly, not knowing what to do. He stood there, holding his breath, and rubbed the back of his neck again.
The three grown men weren’t expecting you to admit it, and all of them began choking on air. They loved to tease you and Peter, but the way you took it was way different than he did. You always tried to make them feel as uncomfortable as possible, so that they would eventually stop. Being the youngest Avenger who came way before Peter, they all treated you like a little sister, and hearing you admit it made them super uncomfortable.
“Something wrong there?” You shot the men a look, the right corner of your mouth pulling into a visible smirk. You got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, standing behind the coughing men. You patted each of their backs. “Don’t choke, yeah?”
You walked away, and approached Peter, going on your toes to whisper in his ear. “Forget them. If you want, there’s more where that came from.” You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth, and landed back on your feet, placing a quick kiss on his lips. You walked out into the hallway, swaying your hips a little more than usual. Peter stayed stunned where he stood, his jaw slacked and his eyes wide.
You were already halfway down the hallway when your whipped your head around in his direction.
“Are you coming, or what?”
I hope anon and you all enjoyed this little one shot. I really love reading your prompts and molding them into stories, it really does make me happy. You’re all amazing and I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you. xoxo
Guys, please stop posting those photos of Tom from when he was younger. The photos have been stolen and were leaked online without permission from the family. Some of the photos in there are very personal photos of the Holland family and we should respect their privacy and no longer post or reblog the pictures. I understand that some of you were not aware of this so I just wanted to inform some of you guys and make sure that this doesn’t happen any longer.
x Loki (Dad/Daughter Relationship), OFC
(Candice – Mother)
x Loki, Thor,
Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam
Wilson, Tony Stark (mentioned), Romanogers
(If you squint),
of past abuse, swearing, violence, blood, death,
a raid in a HYDRA Base, the team finds a teenage girl beaten up and
clearly weak. They bring her back to the facility only to realise
that she and Thor, share a certain family member. He comes back to
fight the people who caused you pain and he’s not letting down.
Go save someone, Spiderboy (Peter Parker x reader PT 1)
I don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not ignore me sorry) but if you are can you do a super angsty Peter Parker x fem Reader where the reader gets hurt by someone Peter if fighting because she followed him or something and it’s just super angsty? I LOVE your writing btw ( @emily-ily2 )
Warnings: swearing, kissing, angst!
Summary: While trying to find out Spider-Man’s identity, there are some unforeseen consequences.
Word Count: 2111 (whoops)
Dear Reader: probs not as angsty as u wanted bc idk how to write angst
😂. When I originally wrote this it turned out to be hella long so two parts yay! thoughts are italicizedi also wrote this in a day les gooo
“Do you think Spider-Man works out or he just gets muscles from fighting?” I mused, looking at the clock. Only 5 minutes left. Peter looked bored, focusing on anything but your question. I snapped my fingers in front of him, “Peter!” I whispered. He looked up from his trance, “What,” he mumbled. I sighed, “You weren’t listening were to me were you?” I asked. His eyes looked half apologetic, “You’re too obsessed with this Spider-Man.” He said (Although he really didn’t mind the attention ;) . “I’m hot on his trail, Parker! Just one more encounter and you can bet your ass I’ll find out who Spider-Man really is.” I winked. “Whatever you say, (y/n).” Peter mumbled. I pushed open the doors of Midtown high, ready to leave. “You walking home today?” Peter asked, running to my side. I laced my arm through his, smiling. Before I could answer, my phone beeped against your pocket. The certain buzz I knew, the one alerting me of a crime that Spider-Man would definitely go to. My eyes gained a new look of excitement, and I hastily pulled my arm from Peter’s. “Uh, actually I-I got a thing I gotta go to, um, I’ll call you later though!” I said, already taking out my phone and looking up the location of the crime. Bay road.
That was only a few blocks from here, i could make it if I ran. Peter called out, but I couldn’t hear him from the wind rushing past my ears.
PETER’S POV: (Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s getting into. I can’t keep saving her from this trouble. I have to get her to leave me alone (in the nicest way possible). It’s like I’m saving her more than other civilians, like a show of favoritism. I kept walking, keeping my head down until I got to an alley where I could change into my suit. Jfc (y/n), the things you gotta make me do. I threw my backpack into the air and glued it to the side of the building as I saw a familiar blue backpack race by. I threw a web to the top of the building and started running after (y/n) .
YOUR POV: I caught my breath for a few seconds before continuing to run, luckily there weren’t many people on the streets. I smiled to myself as I saw the crime scene tape up ahead and slowed down. The next step I took was off the ground as a strong arm grabbed my waist and pulled me up. And guess who the fucker was? Spider-Man, I shit you not. I couldn’t process what was happening other than I was in the air when I was on the ground a second ago. My backpack and phone were still on the ground, webbed to the high part of a lamppost. I struggled in his grasp, yet something about his body seemed familiar. I shut my eyes and felt my nose get red from the cold air. “Hey, hey! I got you, (y/n).” He said over the noise. We flew over a building as he set me down on its roof. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah I’m- wait, I never told you my name.” I asked suspiciously. If only I could see his eyes through that damn mask. “Uh, what? N-no I’m pretty sure you told me your name, Miss.” He said in a fake deep voice. I couldn’t help it, something about his personality and voice seemed common to me, I laughed. He gave a nervous chuckle, “I’ve been noticing your attention towards me,” He started. Was he mad that I’m following him or something? “And I really have to ask that you stay safe, please don’t follow me. It’s for your own good.” He finished. My own good? He’s kidding me. I gave him the most incredulous look I could manage, “Look I get that you’re a superhero and all,” At the word superhero he flexed, as if to prove my point. “But there’s no reason for you to worry about me. With all due respect, who are you to decide what’s for my own good?” I retorted. Jesus Christ what am I thinking? Sassing a superhero for god’s sake? Spider-Man sighed, “I really don’t want you hurt, so please don’t follow me. It’s nothing personal.” He said. Wow, he played the personal card. “Seriously, it’s none of your business, Spider-Man.” I said, turning around and gripping the balcony ledge. “You made me do this.” He mumbled. “What?” I asked. In the blink of an eye, he shot out a web that kept my hand stuck to the balcony ledge. “Hey! You’ve gotta be fucking with me. Let me out!” I said, trying to rip my hand from the webs.
Then he did something unexpected, he raised his mask to show his mouth and put his hand on the small of my back. I blinked and stared at him, then his lips met mine in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft either. It was actually passionate, and curious. The masked hero wanted to explore my mouth, and I let him. He was a real good kisser, and I wondered if he kissed everyone he saved—but this kiss was different. It’s like he was trying to reach out to me, make me understand why he had to do the things he did. A pause went as we tried to catch our breaths. He looked up at me, his mask still open over his mouth. “Sorry about the web, should go away in about two hours.” He said. Suddenly I wasn’t mad at him anymore. He honestly didn’t want to see me hurt for some reason. After all, who could say no to a superhero? I kissed him again, this time not as long, I just needed to commit the feel of his kiss to memory. He was shocked, but quickly changed his emotion and smiled into the kiss. “Go save someone, spider boy.” I whispered. He gave me a mischievous grin and swung away. The only problem was I was still glued to the damn balcony.
I grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and started flipping through, looking for anything remotely sharp. My eye caught a broken gift card, the plastic waiting to cut something. I grabbed it and set it aside as I shoved my wallet back. I blew the hair out of my face as I went to work sawing the webs off my hand. Took me a good 15 minutes until I realized I didn’t know how to get back to the ground. “Okay, this is where all that mountain climbing training should pay of right about now,” I mumbled. I jumped onto the ledge and swung myself over, screaming when I couldn’t find a foothold. I found one on the left side of me and started to climb down, making my own footholds if there weren’t any. I jumped the last 6 feet down, coming up in what was supposed to be a crouch but turned out to be a tangled mess of limbs. I backed out of the alley and saw unused webs hanging from the sides of buildings and followed them, hoping to find the spider that so willingly kissed me earlier.
PETER’S POV: She kissed back.
(Y/n) actually kissed me back.
Sure, she thought she kissed Spider-Man, but still. The way she looked with her windswept hair and wide eyes gave me a newfound source of power as I swung into the crime scene, trying to examine the enemy. It was the Sandman, in his signature green striped shirt. I swung onto the ground in a crouch and webbed his foot to the ground. Karen’s voice rang inside the suit, “Facial recognition shows this is the Sandman, formerly known as William Baker, Peter.” She said, targeting his mask. “Yes, I got that, Karen.” I mumbled. I spread my arms in a friendly gesture, but I knew no one could reason with a guy of this power. “Hey, William, I was having a pretty good day today and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it!” I said. Herman struggled against the webbing. “So the spiderling finally shows himself! Consider yourself lucky you’ll be killed in front of an audience.” He gestured to the crowd, who were roped in by a circle of sand, the local police trying to calm everyone down. “C'mon man it’s me you want!” I said, trying to stall him from hurting anyone. I scanned the crowd, making sure no one was hurt when a familiar face popped up. (Y/n). God, she has the worst timing. “(Y/n), no stay back!” I yelled, forgetting who was watching. She looked at me nervously, seeing who I was supposed to fight. William eyed (y/n), then looked back at me. He could see right through my suit that I was scared for her.
He grinned and lassoed her next to him. He grabbed a gun from the nearest policeman, who let him (coward) and held next to (y/n)’s arm. “Such a good girl,” He said, “I really don’t want to hurt a pretty face like yours.” He cooed. His arm was around her neck, she clawed at it in a desperate attempt to get away. I felt sick to my stomach as he pressed the gun all around her body, as if wondering where he would shoot her. I held my hand up shakily, trying to ease the Sandman into letting her go. He chuckled, “So what’s so special about this little girly that makes the Spider-Man’s knees go weak?” He taunted. “P-please don’t do this, William. No one has to get hurt.” I stammered. He pulled the arm that was holding (y/n)’s neck back, she grunted, losing air to breathe. “Oh, you mean she doesn’t have to get hurt, right?” He said, choking her while he held her up off the ground. Her face was growing paler by the second. “How about I just leave a little cut right here, to remind your spider lover of that pretty little voice when you scream.” He said, leaving a deep (but short) cut on her left thigh. She screamed in agony as he dropped her to the ground. I could only watch, I felt like my own feet were glued to the ground. “NO!” I yelled as she scrambled away towards the sand barricade. The Sandman turned to face me, “Should I kill you in front of her or kill her in front of you? Hmm, options, options.” He said. “You’re a psychopath, you bastard!” I yelled. I spotted a cell tower nearby, shot a web towards it and pulled it so the light broke, emitting a shower of lightning as it hit the Sandman. “NO! I WILL COME BACK! I WILL!” He screamed as he turned into glass.
I turned to (y/n), she tore up half her jacket as she tried to cover the wound. Then I heard the sound of a gunshot. Everything went into slow motion. (Y/n)’s arm jerked back from the force of the bullet. Her face went slack from the sight of the bullet lodged in her arm. I could hear her scream echoing off my skull, getting louder as it traveled through my body. “NO!” I screamed yet again. I ran to her side and held her head in my lap as I tried to pull the bullet out. I decided against it, since it could hurt her more. “No, no no no. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.” I muttered. “(Y/n), please wake up, listen to my voice, (y/n), please!” I said. Her eyes fluttered, she coughed up blood. I winced at how hurt she was. “You saved everyone from that man. Good job, Spider boy.” She said, trying to smile. I was tempted to pull off my mask, then remembered there was still a crowd. I pulled up the bottom part of my mask and called 911.
That bullet hurt more than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t realize how fast it hit but how much it hurt. The pain was rolling through my body in waves. All I remembered is Spider-Man heaving over my chest, whispering “Don’t die on me now, (y/n).” before I was carried out onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital.
Oooo cliff hanger! Sorry y’all
😂. I’m gonna post part 2 in about 6 days, along with a few other imagines. Like and comment/reblog if u wanna be permanently tagged in my other Peter Parker/Marvel imagines!
Being Captain’s daughter, you know that he won’t trust just any boy your age around the block, or in your case: Queens. You and Peter had been, ‘at school friends’ since freshman year. He finally made a move your junior year and now the two of you were seniors.
Yeah, Cap wasn’t easily convinced that his baby girl was growing up and dating someone. Let’s face it, you knew your dad gave Peter the, “That’s my little girl” speech. Peter never ever did anything bad, especially in front of your dad, but your dad didn’t trust the teen. He had to come here, you couldn’t go over there.
The Avenger Tower floor you lived on was always on major security, so you couldn’t sneak out and he couldn’t sneak in when you two wanted to do more than pec each other’s lips and hold hands. Your dad had strict rules. No, you hadn’t had sex yet. You two just wanted to snuggle and preferably make out while doing so. It was very frustrating not touching each other, especially during the winter months.
At one point, he used his Spidey gloves and shoes to stay one your window. It was the first time you said, “I love you,” and it was through glass. Peter smiled and repeated it to you. You blushed like a little school girl.
Now, you two finally got to go out on a date after lots of promises and chores you told Steve. You squealed and hugged him tightly when he said yes. “Just come home by ten and no later. Do you remember the code to get in the building?” You nodded. “What about this floor?” He questioned. “Yes, it’s your army service number.” You answered. “Okay. Just don’t get one trouble. Or do anything to grab attention. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He told you.
You and Peter went to the local restaurant that everyone hung out at. You two sat in the same boothe side with your winter coats and hats on the other side. You leaned onto Peter, “I wish this could last forever. Without Dad or anyone else to interrupt us.” You spoke. “I know.” Peter said and kissed you.
You two had shared a shake and each other’s meal before you head to the movies. Peter had talked about how these movies had amazing post-credit scenes and you couldn’t deny the boy to watch it.
When the Peter and you got a cab, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were nearly asleep when you two arrived at the tower, it was 9:50. He carried you to the front door and you tiredly typed in the code and then again at your floor. “Y/n, can you walk to your room?” You whined and said no. He adjusted your body and carried you to your room, Steve eyeing you two the whole time. Peter laid you on your bed and kissed you. You giggled and opened your eyes. “Good night Peter.” You whispered and took off your coat, hat, and shoes before going under the covers. “Good night, Y/n. I love you.” He told you. “Love you too.” You replied and kissed him.
Steve stood at the hallway with his arms crossed and trying not to rip his shirt, waiting for Peter. “Thank you for bringing her home early and safe.” He said. “It wasn’t an issue, Captain Rogers.” Peter spoke, trying to hide his inner fear. “You’re good for her. I appreciate you not pulling anything on my baby. It means a lot.” Steve explained. Peter nodded, “I never want to hurt her, sir. I’m afraid of what will come if I do.” Peter nervously laughed. “I-I love her, s-sir.” Peter admitted.
Steve grasped onto his shoulder, giving it a threatening squeeze. Peter wanted to close his eyes in fear of what was coming. That would show his fear though. He couldn’t do that. “I know. Keep it that way. Go on home.” Steve said and letting go of Peter’s shoulder. “Yes, sir.” Peter said and headed to the elevator.
“Oh and Peter,” Peter looked at your sitting dad, “Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what happened.” He finished. Peter nodded. “Good night Peter.” He said and Peter entered the elevator.
Cap knew Sam would keep an eye on the two of you.
Prompt Request: could you do a dad!tom where it’s basically where the reader and him find out she’s pregnant and some cute things he does whilst she’s pregnant and like telling his family and fans and then when the baby is born, his first bonding moment with the child and then just some cute things after about the baby and tom and reader or something please thank you! [ the baby can be any gender or even twins] (for @xkaciesearlex )
Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, fluff, some language
A/N: Takes place about 2-3 years after Spider-Man: Homecoming
When Tom finally decided to tell the press and his fans about one of the most important people in his life, his girlfriend, he had never felt so much anxiety in his life. He wanted his fans to like her as much as he did and he wanted the press to respect her the way he has. (Y/N) had taken a huge leap when she told Tom about the feelings she had for him and thought she was ready to subject herself to the ridicule of his fans and the rest of the public. After a year of dating secretly, Tom finally pulled her out into the public spotlight to show off the woman he loved. Over the course of a few months the commotion had settled down and both Tom and (Y//N) felt even more comfortable in their relationship with one another.
(Y/N) had been living with Tom since they ousted their relationship and things had become more serious than they could have imagined. He had started to seriously consider proposing to her and had even picked out a ring. He kept the small ring box rolled up in his black and red spider socks just in case the right moment happened to come.
One night, as the couple ate dinner at Tom’s parents’ home, (Y/N) felt a strange sense of uneasiness come over her. For some reason, Nikki’s incredible Shepherd’s Pie, that was (Y/N)’s favorite food, had upset her stomach to the point that she had to hurry off upstairs and hurl into their toilet bowl. Concerned (Y/N) was getting the flu, Tom hurried to get her home, but no other symptoms plagued her the rest of the night. The next morning, when Tom tried to surprise her with bacon and eggs, the same thing happened: the smell caused her stomach to churn and immediately, she started dry heaving over the kitchen sink. Tom hurried over to her side and held her hair as she bent over the sink at her waist.
She groaned in disgust for herself and spit the bile out of her mouth as Tom handed her a glass of water. Immediately, she started to panic. Without explaining anything she stated to Tom that they needed to go to the store immediately. He drove her to the closest drug store and lingered around the cold and flu medications, trying to find something to keep her from throwing up, but she walked past him toward the feminine hygiene aisle. His heart immediately stopped as she grabbed a pink, rectangular box.
“You can go wait in the car,” she stated as she grabbed her wallet from her purse.
“(Y/N),” he sighed, his large brown eyes betraying his fear.
“Please, Tom. I don’t want the rumors to hit the press before we know anything for sure. You’re much more recognized than I am.” He knew she had a point but he hated the seemingly cowardice notion that came from leaving her alone. She quickly checked out, ducked into Tom’s car, and they hurried back to their apartment.
Once inside, she rushed into the bathroom, tore the box open and uncapped the two pregnancy tests: one displaying the typical pink lines and the other digital. When she had finished, she recapped them and left them on the covered lid of the toilet seat. Her heart was pounding and her hands shaking as she exited the bathroom and collapsed into Tom’s arms.
“Do…do you know yet?” she shook her head and showed him the two minute timer she had running on her phone. He pulled her tighter against his chest and kissed the top of her head gently, over and over again, whispering the entire time, “you know I love you more than anything right?” “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, (Y/N). I love you.” “No matter what, I’m going to be beside you.”
The ringing of her alarm sent her heart into a panic. (Y/N) jumped against Tom’s grasp and started to shake. The rest of her life could change in a second and the anxiety that came with it terrified her. “I’m going to look, love,” he said as she slipped out of his arms and onto the bed. Tom slowly made his way into the bathroom and gently lifted the two white sticks from the toilet lid and turned them over. Immediately, he rushed back to the bed and found his lips crashing onto hers. He could feel the fresh tears leave her cheeks and fall onto his but he didn’t care. Tom grabbed (Y/N)’s face and pressed his lips against hers until her shaking worsened. “We’re going to have a baby.”
(Y/N) immediately started sobbing. They were both still fairly young; she wasn’t sure if she was ready to have a child and she knew that a baby would ruin Tom’s career. His fans would think of her as nothing more than a whore he knocked up, his family would ridicule them on not being safe enough during sex, and the public would see their relationship as another one of those Hollywood tabloids about couples having to stay with one another because kids are involved.
“Why are you crying, (Y/N)?” Tom asked her. She hadn’t noticed the beaming smile forming along his face as he placed tiny kisses all of her her face and rubbed his hands along her stomach.
“This is a mistake,” she cried as she got up, trying to run away from her problems but then realizing she was trapped with it for the next nine months.
“What?” Tom exclaimed. “(Y/N), sure this wasn’t planned, but it’s not a mistake!”
“This baby is going to ruin your career!” her voice was rising and she couldn’t control the tears coming from her face.
“This baby is going to make me happier than I’ve ever been before,” he said. Immediately he remembered the ring hidden deep inside his sock drawer and he jumped to retrieve it. I plucked it from its box and hurried back to the woman who was about to give him a family. “I’ve been hiding this from you for seven months now, (Y/N), but I can’t think of a better time to give it to you,” he began.
“No, Tom, please don’t,” she begged, her eyes filled with tears as he fell to his knee.
“Why not?” he asked gently.
“Not like this,” she gasped. “Not when I’m hysterically breaking down. Not because you feel obligated. Not because I’m pregnant.” The pain in Tom’s heart released through his eyes as the woman he loved could think his love was conditional.
“This would have happened if you weren’t sad, it would have happened if you weren’t bringing a little Holland into the world, and it certainly isn’t happening because I feel obligated to be with you,” he stated firmly while taking her hand in his.
“I understand that this isn’t conventional, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, (Y/N) be my wife.” She couldn’t speak through the tears streaming down her face, both in fear of her situation and in admiration of Tom. She nodded vigorously and Tom slipped a ring onto her finger.
“But what are we going to do?” she worried out loud. Tom refused to let her panic any longer.
“Come here,” he muttered as they walked into the bathroom. He started the warm water and allowed it to fill up the tub as he gently removed (Y/N)’s clothing and then his own. The two lowered into the tub. (Y/N) leaned against his chest between his legs, steam rose in small swirls around them and covered the mirrors. “Do you not want anyone to know?” he asked as he gently scooped the water into his hands and let it flow down her aching muscles.
“I don’t want your dreams to be ruined because of me. I don’t want your fans or your friends to hate me.”
“(Y/N), they will love you because I love you and they want me to be happy.”
“I still don’t think that telling the world we fucked up is the best idea,” she grumbled.
“Well then we won’t tell the world,” he sighed against her neck and rubbed gentle circles on her stomach.
“Who do you want to tell so badly?” she asked him sounding rather agitated.
“My parents, of course,” he said with a smile on his face. “My brothers, Harrison, my grandparents-”
“Let’s just start with your parents and then maybe your brothers and Harrison,” she said in a shaky voice. Tom knew she was terrified. Her body was about to go through a horribly scary transformation and she faced months of agony leading to the longest and most painful hours of her life, all because of a ripped condom, but Tom was terrified and excited. Sure he was young and not ready to be a dad, but the thought of (Y/N) carrying around a piece of him that was growing into another human being made the fear seem like a bad dream he had two days ago rather than the night terror his fiancé seemed to be enduring.
“I know that you don’t want a lot of people knowing, but the press is going to find out eventually,” he muttered against her warm skin.
“I know,” she muttered hopelessly. “But I-I’m scared. You’re such a great actor; I don’t want this to get in the way of it.”
“Well, why don’t we let it slip that we’re engaged and then the press will be waiting for the wedding instead of little Peter’s birthday,” Tom cooed at the mention of the baby.
“Okay, three things,” (Y/N) said before glancing up at Tom, “one, that’s a really great idea, two, what if the baby is a girl, and three, we’re not naming the baby after Peter Parker, especially since it was more than likely conceived when you decided to get kinky in the Spider-Man suit.”
“I’m glad you like my idea,” he said with a smirk, “if it’s a girl, Parker is a pretty name, and had it not been for Spider-Man, I would have never met you.”
The next day, after letting their family members know about their engagement, Tom and (Y/N) went public with their plans to marry. They answered swarms of questions and had exclusive interviews, but when the day was over, they found themselves back in the other’s arms in the comfort of their bed, still bickering over naming the baby after Spider-Man.
After a couple of months passed by and the doctors had a confirmed heartbeat, (Y/N) and Tom decided to bring their news to his parents and brothers. Dom, Nikki, and (Y/N) were sitting around the backyard watching Tom, Harry, Sam, and Paddy teach one another new gymnastics tricks and flips when Tom found the most casual way to slip (Y/N)’s pregnancy into conversation. Dom came back outside with a cooler of beers, handing one to each of his of-age sons, his wife, and his soon to be daughter-in-law. His intentions were to raise a toast to (Y/N) and Tom, but he would so find out that they had more to celebrate than their engagement. As Dom made his rounds passing out beers, he finally reached (Y/N) only to have Tom blurt out the secret that had kept for nearly three months.
“(Y/N) can’t have a beer, Dad! It’s not good for Pete,” Tom called out as he spotted Paddy’s backflip.
“Who’s Pete?” his father asked as Nikki jumped from her chair, rushed toward her oldest son, and flicked the back of his head.
“Thomas Stanley Holland,” she huffed before running back to (Y/N) and hugging her.
“What’s going on?” Dom asked.
“For the last time, Tom,” (Y/N) spoke, “we’re not naming him Peter!”
“Wait,” Harry and Sam called at the same time. “You two have been having sex this whole time?” they gasped in feigned shock.
“Oh God!” Dom finally realized. “(Y/N), you’re pregnant?” She nodded weakly at her future father-in-law as he quickly turned his head toward his eldest son. “And you’re–you’re going to be a dad?”
“Ans it’s a boy?” the twins asked in excitement as they each hugged the girl who had come into their lives so many years ago.
“We don’t know yet for sure,” Tom explained.
“But I really feel like it’s a little boy,” she continued.
“Does this mean I’m going to be an uncle?” Paddy asked as the excitement took over the Holland home.
“Yeah, Pads,” Tom called as his brothers hurried to hug and congratulate him and their new sister. “It means there’s going to be another little Holland around.”
One morning toward the end of her pregnancy, (Y/N) woke up to a text from Nikki and a smile on a sleepy Tom’s face.
“What are you looking at love?” he asked as his hands fell over her stomach. “How did you sleep?” he continued. “Johnny didn’t keep you up, did he?”
“I slept fine,” she said in reply. “John didn’t kick too much, well, at least not last night. Right now is a different story,” she huffed. Tom flipped onto his side and his long fingers slid across her largely extended belly. His eyes lit up and his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he felt his son move beneath his hand and his fiancé’s skin. “And I was smiling at this picture your mom send me.” (Y/N) turned her phone around and showed him the black and white photograph Nikki had taken of her and Tessa during the surprise maternity shoot they planned for Tom’s birthday.
The largest smile Tom had ever made slid onto his face. “You know, love, I have seen you in a million different lights at all angles and you have never looked more stunning than you do here.” He immediately pulled her closer to him and kissed her a million times over.
“Seriously, Tom,” she huffed and then chuckled.
“I am serious, (Y/N). I’ve never seen you more gorgeous than you are like this.”
“Like this?” she scoffed. “Like a fat-fucking whale, secretly knocked up?” Her tone was laughing at her expense, mostly because she had grown comfortable with their situation and found it easier to make fun of themselves.
“You are stunning, exactly like this,” he said to her while kissing her lips and feeling their son roll around in her belly. “Just. Like. This.”
I don’t want to make out with myself (Peter Parker x Reader)
Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is an avenger and she’s super sarcastic and dry with everyone and she acts like she hates everything and peters the only person she nice to and everyone teases her about it?? they sort of have a relationship like april and andy on parks and rec? thanks!!
A/N: I loved the idea, but for some reason, I don’t really like how this turned out. I hope it is just me and you guys enjoy it! xx
‘’Will you shut up?’’ you say to Tony, who is rambling about something he has created. You have been an Avenger for two years, when Tony found you living on your own under a fake name, trying to hide your powers. Being able to shift into other people made it easy for you to live alone, shifting into an old woman when your teachers wanted to talk to your mom. You have been trained by your father, who had been on the army. You learnt how to fight at a young age, when you discovered about your powers, knowing people would try to take you. Your parents have given their lives when some men appeared at your house one day to try to take you, and they told you to run away. The day after, you saw on the news that they had been murdered, and you took all the money they had left you and fled, starting a new life -you became colder and talked to no one, trying to keep your identity a secret and not using your powers when not necessary. Tony somehow found you and took you under his wing; even if you hadn’t wanted it at first, when he showed you the tower, with its bedrooms and training rooms, you couldn’t refuse. Two years after, you are still closed up, not being talkative and avoiding any kind of relationship with the team. You love them and they love you, but you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings. The only person who made you open up was Peter Parker, a boy who has joined The Avengers only two months ago and who doesn’t live with you all, but who somehow has managed to win his way onto your heart. Tony glares at you, mad at you for not being excited. You can feel Peter’s laugh against your head since you are lying on his chest, waiting for it to be your turn to go onto the ring. ‘’You could try and be nice sometimes, [Y/N]’’ Tony says, still glaring. You roll your eyes and get up from the ground. You look around the room, Natasha and Steve finishing their fight. Just as they leave the ring, you go onto it, waiting for someone to fight you. ‘’Hey, Sam, wanna get your ass handed to you?’’ you ask, smirking. ‘’As if that was gonna happen, little girl’’ he answers. A minute later, his head is trapped between your legs, his hand punching the ground. ‘’Let me breathe, let me breathe!’’ he shouts, trying to escape your grasp. You laugh and let him go, getting up from the ground. ‘’I didn’t even have to shift. You are getting old, Sparrow’’ you say. ‘’It’s falcon. There is a huge difference.’’ ‘’Sure, pigeon’’ you say smirking a little. ‘’Does anybody else want to fight?’’ you ask. Peter gets up from where he was sitting and walks to the ring, smiling at you. ‘’No. Nope. I’m not fighting you, Pete. I don’t want to hurt you’’ you say, shaking your head vigorously. ‘’You didn’t even think about it before trying to kill me!’’ Sam says. ‘’Well, Peter deserves kindness. You don’t’’ you answer, looking at him. ‘’I’m not fighting you, Pete.’’ ‘’Come on, [Y/N], a punch is not gonna kill me’’ he says, a sweet smile adorning his lips. ‘’We know why you don’t want to fight him’’ Natasha says, her usual smirk on her lips. ‘’Little [Y/N] has a crush’’ Tony’s voice sings, for once, him and Natasha agreeing on something. ‘’It’s not a crush!’’ you shout, blushing. Peter is blushing as well, trying not to make it too noticeable. ‘’Oh, come on, [Y/N], don’t listen to them’’ Steve says, putting his arm around your shoulder. You frown -Steve knows you don’t like people touching you, so he only does it when he is joking. ‘’It is okay if you have a crush.’’ You growled and looked at them, Peter standing still and blushing. ‘’I hate you all’’ you say, really serious. You look at Peter, who doesn’t know what to do. ‘’Well, not you. But I hate the rest of you’’ you say as you leave the room, your cheeks bright red. You hear footsteps behind you just as you leave the room, and turning around, you see Peter, running to you. ‘’Hey, don’t listen to them. We are the youngest and they like to joke around’’ he says, putting his hand in your arm. ‘’Yeah, but what if I do have a crush on you? You are the only one here who makes me feel anything at all. They are like my family, but you always bring the good out of me and I-‘’ you confess, feeling brave, before feeling Peter’s lips on your own. ‘’Well, if you have a crush on me, that’s great, because I have a crush on you’’ he whispers before kissing you again. You hear more footsteps approaching you, and throwing Peter inside the first room you can find, you quickly shift into him, trying to distract the team. ‘’Hey, Peter, have you seen [Y/N]?’’ Natasha asks, the whole team behind her, talking between them. ‘’Yes, she went to her room. Seemed pretty pissed off. I think there were tears on her eyes’’ you say, trying to make them feel bad. ‘’Shit’’ she answers before leaving to your room. The rest of the team follows her close behind, and you walk into the room you have pushed Peter in. ‘’Oh my God, that’s scary’’ he says as he sees you. ‘’Can you please stop looking like me? Not in a rude way, but I don’t want to make out with myself.’’ You laugh softly and quickly shift into yourself before pulling him in for a kiss, a smile on your lips.
Summary: You’re an actress with a strong career but sometimes life gets you down and the struggle comes with your dyslexia but with Jensen and your friends they help. Especially when you’ve bonded with your on-screen father Dean. That bond is true in reality too so how do they all help?
Characters: Jensen x platonic!reader, Jared Padalecki, Danneel Ackles (Harris)
Words: 1149 Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this. Also I know very little about dyslexia but I’m going my very best.
Warning: Swearing, breakdown, sad reader, dyslexia, little angst and a lot of fluff.
A/N We have a request for everyone else. Can you please request some things or take a look at the prompt list? The more requests we get the more you’ll all get to read.
The entertainment business is extremely hard to work in among the fight to get work to the rumours that circulate around your name. It’s even more difficult when you have any problems that the media deems ‘unworthy of work’ or you’re stamped with ‘may cause production problems’. You were in that category.
You were a damn good actress from the amount of success and reviews you’ve received over the years. You were dedicated to your career even if you had trouble reading the script sometimes but it would be extremely difficult at times. You’re latest gig was a spot on the show Supernatural. You had debuted in the season finale and now you were filming the new season.
The rain was pouring outside the motel room where Dean and Sam were going over the case they were working. Beers littered the table but no food yet. They had ordered a couple pizzas that would arrive any moment to the impatience of Dean.
“So we still have little to no know idea on what we’re fighting?” Dean asked taking a pull from the bottle.
“No. We might need Cas because it’s would be a witch or something worse.” Sam replied rubbing his face as both men leaned back in their chairs. There was a knock of the door before he could continue.
“You grab the pizza, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Dean said climbing to feet and going into the attached room, “Do not eat it all!” “Yeah, yeah.” Sam chuckled grabbing his wallet and opening the door to see a young and freezing teenager on the doorstep. She held two pizzas but other than that she wasn’t holding anything but a duffle bag.
“Um. No I think you have the wrong room but that pizza is ours.” Sam replied reaching for it. The teen quickly moved back with a rapid shake of her head.
“No. You must be Sam.”
The clicking of a gun from behind Sam was heard. Both turned to see a furious Dean Winchester aiming a gun at the teens head. The teen’s eye rapidly grew before she shoved the pizza at Sam and raised her arms.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m…I’m Millie Campbell Winchester!” The teen exclaimed hiding behind the door jam, “I don’t legally go by Winchester!”
“What the fuck are you pulling?” Dean hissed edging backwards into the room, “Get in here.”
“We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Pl-please put the gun down.” Bell weakly asked stepping into the room. The gun was lowered at the nod of Sam.
“Who are you really?” Sam asked.
“I’m not kidding! I’m Mille Campbell Winchester. I’m nineteen years old and I was named after my great-grandma Millie. Everyone calls me Bell.”
“Cas, we need help.” Dean grumbled.
Bell jumped at the sudden appearance of an Angel in the room where he tilted his head at Bell before looking at Dean.
“Who is this?” Dean demanded not removing his eyes from her. Castiel came closer to Bell in curiosity before he nodded.
“This would be your daughter Millie Campbell Winchester-Murdock.” Can said looking at Dean, “Did you not get that voicemail?”
“Jesus.” Dean groaned, “I have a child? You’re dropping the Murdock, kid.”
Ever since you had devoted yourself to going over your script countless times but sometimes you struggled like today. You woke up knowing it was going to be horrible because you woke up late and your mother informed you the family was coming for a visit. When you stopped in for a coffee at your favourite place you noticed you were having more trouble than usual reading the menu.
“No, no, no.” You grumbled. You knew it was because you’re demanding and hectic family was coming. They didn’t understand how terrible it was to work and keep them happy in your home. It got worse when you forgot all your lines in the first scene and you were shaking because you couldn’t even read anything in the script.
“I-I-I…”You mumbled running to the favourite place you had. You said there sobbing trying to rip the script up in your hands, “I QUIT! THIS BULLSHIT!”
“Y/N? Where are you?” Jared’s voice asked before he caught side for your hiccuping and shaking body, “Shit.”
Jared backtracked quickly because they only person that could calm you down was Jensen. You two had bonded and developed a distinct bond normally between father and daughter. You had a terrible childhood with your father and it got worse when he fled the family.
“J?” Jared called rushing up to his best friend.
“Yeah?” Jensen asked, “Find Y/N?”
“That’s the thing. She’s having a breakdown.”
Jensen shoved his own script at Jared before he swiftly went the place you went to the most. His heart broke at the sight of you rocking yourself with large sobs. He noticed the attempts at tearing the script apart.
“Y/N/N? Honey.” Jensen whispered pulling the teen into his arms. He rocked them in attempts to calm her down, “What’s wrong?”
“I-I ca-“ You hiccuped.
“Hey, take a deep breath with me.” Jensen whispered placing your hand on his chest, “Feel my heart beating? Think of how it’s beat and match my breathing okay?”
“Sh, don’t talk but taking deep breaths for me.” Jensen whispered as your head fall onto his chest and the shaking dwindled.
“My family’s coming.” You started with a shaky voice, “I knew it was going to be bad because I couldn’t order a coffee and I was nearly late to work!”
“Why were you almost late.” Jensen questioned not noticing as majority of the cast watched with a few photos and a visiting Danneel smiling.
“I couldn’t read the signs! My phone died too!”
“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days, remember last week?” Jensen questioned leaning back, “Jared couldn’t find his lucky necklace?”
“The one the boys made for him?” You asked.
“Yeah, I had a meltdown but you were there with your computer and Gen was on there with the boys.” Jared sadly smiled as he crouched in front of you.
“You don’t know how hard it is being dyslexic.” You whimpered.
“No we don’t, but we see a strong young woman with a support system that greatly helps you.” Jensen said, “It’s a scene that can be switched out, you know everyone understands that sometimes you can’t work and that goes for everyone. How about Danneel, you and I go get ice cream?”
“Okay.” You sniffled smiling when Jensen brushed the tears away and Danneel helped you up with a smile.
“I may not have given life to you but you’re my honorary daughter.” Danneel grinned before Jensen pulled both of you into a hug.
“Come on kid. I don’t let my kids live with no ice cream.”