Last Night

Oooh s I am FEELING number 9 for flufftober with tom??? And perhaps there was some mutual pining happening... Okay also as I was reading through the prompts I was listening to "clouds" by børns which is just... such a romantic song to me and it made me so giddy while reading the prompts so I thought I'd mention it in case if gives you any inspiration :)

❀ clouds ❀

i love this song too 🥺 this is so self-indulgent (as all my drabbles are tbh) i hope you enjoy <3 this might be the best drabble i’ve ever written lmao i’m rlly proud & in love with this one :’)

prompt: (9) your first passionate kiss with a person. you touch your lips absently, feeling the phantom of your lover’s lips.

↳ actor!tom, friends to lovers, tessa holland supremacy bc i miss her & need her back in my life

word count: 1.8k

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“this one kind of looks like a one-eyed bunny. a one-eyed, one-legged bunny.”

snorting, you tear your gaze away from the sky overhead and onto the man lying beside you. his hand is outstretched, index pointing to an oddly shaped cloud slowly rolling away from you, and you try your best not to stare at his flexed forearm so close to your face. a passing autumn breeze gently ruffles the brown curls smushed on his forehead, his hair unruly after an impromptu nap.

a nap you shared. which is totally normal. it’s so normal for best friends to fall asleep cuddling each other that it borders on mundane. it’s boring, even. yes, you’re so bored of falling asleep in tom’s backyard with tom’s head on your chest and tom’s dog’s head in your lap and tom’s scent lingering on your clothes from the last time you fell asleep with tom a week ago. stupid tom.

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

“that’s not true.” tom says, turning onto his side so he’s facing you, the movement making you reluctantly open your eyes again. “you don’t remember bobby bugs?”

at the name, a loud laugh erupts from your mouth, and you hasten to slap a hand over it. “oh my god, i can’t believe i forgot him. he was your only friend before me.”

“yeah, and you’re so fucking mean, i might just dump you and buy another bunny to be my real best friend.” you giggle again as tom fake pouts, your neck hurting from being twisted to watch him.

silence falls over both of you again, interrupted only by random whines from tessa and the occasional passing car. most of tom’s neighbours are smart enough to stay inside when it’s only five degrees, whereas you both have just enough brain cells to decide laying down a picnic blanket and then laying under a couple more blankets should warm you up just fine. after all, cold and bad weather never stopped you and tom from indulging in your favourite pass-time as loud children who were often told to just go outside because you were too raucous.

you don’t remember which one of you began this tradition of cloud-watching. all you know is that your childhood memories are almost all riddled with tom’s crooked nose and chaotic curls and the large mole on his chin that is no longer there. many of these memories include spotting weirdly shaped clouds and inventing stories about them together, a habit you’ve continued well into your adolescence and haven’t begun to let go of in your twenties, either, even as one of you has become a bloody celebrity.

“ooh, i think i spot a giant raccoon.” you grin, nodding towards a particularly large cloud further away.

tom squints, sitting up to see better. the hood of his pink sweater flops with the movement, and you bite back the immature urge to shove leaves into it like you did when you were young. well, younger. you’re not proud of the side of yourself that loves stupid pranks. mouth turning into an o, tom’s expression soon breaks into a matching grin when he finds the cloud, too.

“he’s definitely got rabies.” he jokes, flopping down beside you, beam only widening when you giggle, palm clasped against your mouth. it doesn’t last long, though, the smile slowly being wiped off his face. you’re too busy staring at the burst of colours from the sunset to notice. “why do you do that?” he asks, voice suddenly monotone.

eyebrows furrowed, you look over at him. your lap grows colder when tessa gets off of you, almost like she’s sensed the awkwardness settling in and preferred to go sniffing for squirrels than to witness it. “do what?” you respond, shivering from the wind.

“you always hide your face when you laugh. like you’re ashamed of being happy.”

huh. you did not expect that. sitting up on your elbows, you scoff, “okay, i do not need you to go all walmart doctor phil on me right now. that’s the most cliché thing i’ve heard in a while, and i eavesdropped on harrison telling his girlfriend she lights up his world like nobody else this morning.”

“i’m serious, y/n.” tom snaps, sitting up again and giving you no choice but to do the same since, clearly, he’s turning this into a whole conversation. “why do you always put your hand on your face or hide behind your hair whenever you laugh?”

you sputter, not knowing how to answer such a ridiculous question. “i don’t—i don’t know. it’s just something i, and many other people, do. not everything means something. why do you always knock three times on the doorframe before you go the bathroom at night?”

“to alert any ghosts that i’m entering, obviously.” tom deadpans. “don’t change the subject. we’re talking about your insecurities and bathroom endangerment habits.”

“you’re ridiculous and i don’t like you.” you snap, lying back down and crossing your arms over your chest. “no wonder bobby bugs ran away from you. you’re annoying and you gave him the worst rabbit name ever.”

tom’s neck snaps towards you with full shock and offense, his eyes wide and lips pursed with anger. you’ve gone too far, staring right back at him with steady resolve.

“why do i love you?” he mutters under his breath, disdain coating his words like a fresh coat of pain, before he falls back into his place beside you, shoulders touching.

even though you’ve heard those three little words from tom countless times in all the years—decades, really—that you’ve been practically attached at the hips, they never fail to make a lump form in your throat and to kick your heart into overdrive. especially when he’s so close to you that your pinkies brush against each other. you hate indulging in clichés, like you remind tom all the time, and yet you’re living in the biggest trope of all time. falling in love with your best friend wasn’t a realisation or a sudden crush leading to longing looks and timid touches. no, you don’t think you even fell in love with tom. there was no falling, no tripping, no moment in your friendship before you loved him. being in love with tom was simply a part of you, a facet of your personality with how long you’ve loved him, and you can’t imagine being y/n without loving tom.

quiet settles in again, the strain between you and your best friend lessening but not disappearing. you’re in the midst of convincing yourself that the only way to avoid this becoming a real fight is to just get up and pretend you’re hungry or thirsty or need to pee or anything that lets you stop your hand from inching towards tom’s, when he speaks up.

“i think you’re beautiful when you laugh.” tom says, gaze trained on the gradually darkening sky. it’s no longer a bright pink, but a fuchsia with sparks of orange, awaiting the deep blue of the nighttime.

your heart thuds to a stop in your chest, lungs expanding with air that you can’t seem to exhale.

“and when you smile,” he adds, tugging down the sleeves of his sweatshirt until they cover his fingers. “and when you snort when i say or do something stupid, when you squeal when i tickle you. when you glare at me for eating the last brownie. when you’re drooling on the couch while watching deadly women like it’s not supposed to be a little alarming to me i live with a woman who likes to learn about female serial killers to wind down after work.”

you crack, a breathless laugh escaping your throat, and tom takes that as his sign to lean on his elbow, face hovering over yours. there’s enough space between you not to be completely overwhelming, but you still find yourself drawn into his honeyed eyes and the splattering of freckles beneath them.

“i think you’re beautiful all the fucking time, y/n/n.” tom whispers, the wind tousling the curls on his forehead. “it kills me when you don’t see the beauty in yourself. like you’re trying to convince others not to fall in love with you when you’re at your happiest. but it’s far too late to do that with me.”

your breath hitches loudly in your throat, eyes as wide as saucers when tom leans in just a bit closer. hesitantly, you raise your hand to cup his cool cheek, thumb rubbing over its apple. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a minuscule smile, brown eyes flickering from yours to your lips. when you nod and lick them, he closes the gap between you, and you finally feel like you’re plummeting. all these years you’ve loved tom so much it felt like your heart was constantly bursting, and now, you’ve let yourself stumble off the edge—now, you’ve let yourself go. you know now that he’ll catch you.

tom kisses you softly at first, lightly rubbing your lips together, before your fingers travel to his hair. when you tug a little, he groans into your mouth, tongue flicking out to lick your bottom lip. you kiss for what feels like hours, indulging in each others’ touches and moans, until tessa’s loud barking interrupts you.

breaking apart, tom sits up properly, looking over to see his dog with her head stuck in a hole in the wooden fence separating his backyard from the neighbour’s. the laughter that befalls both of you is loud and disbelieving, bringing with it sparkly eyes and light stomach cramps. breathless from tessa’s comedy act and the kiss that propelled you off a bridge, you run your finger over your lips absent-mindedly as tom gets up to help her out.

he looks over at you, still sprawled under the blankets in a daze, and grins. “you wanna go back inside and get a drink?” he asks, patting tessa’s head once it pops back into the correct yard.

“will you kiss me again?” you blurt out, pinching yourself on the inside for being so utterly tactless.

tom laughs again, the sound like music to your ears. his grin is blinding and you’d let him to your heart and sight all at once if he would ask. “i’ll kiss you any time you want for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me, love.”

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last night

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last night

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter makes the morning after unforgettable.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda suggestive?

a/n: this is the cutest thing i've written i want to vomit :p pretend morning breath does not exist here p.s. cocky peter is the loml <33

waking up to the sound of a car horn blaring couldn't phase you this morning. and as you flutter your eyes open, you find yourself tangled up in your sheets with peter, who was currently sound asleep. a glimmer of sunlight streams through the curtains, illuminating peter's chestnut curls. light purple bruises strewn across his neck serve as an instant reminder of what happened the night before.

your suited boyfriend had stumbled through your window in the late hours of the night. the only words that could fall from his mouth were those reminding you of how he could not stop thinking of you while on patrol. and after many insistent and heated kisses, you and peter decided to give in to your desires for the first time since you started dating.

and now, the morning after, you lay clad in one of the many sweaters he's left, staring at your snoozing lover.

"take a picture, yeah?" peter's lightly chukles as he pulls you to his chest. slightly startled at his sudden consciousness, you look up to find his eyes sleepily gazing at you. a sheepish grin plays upon your lips as memories of his tenderness flood through your mind.

you begin to pepper feathery kisses over his chest, wanting to subtly thank him for last night. peter’s hands, once planted on your waist, now slide down to softly squeeze your bum.

"what do you want to do today, baby?" you now burrow your face further into his chest, flustered under his words.

"mmm," your voice muffled, "stay here?"

pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he responds with, "sounds good."

wanting to stare at your boyfriend a little longer, you decide to pull away to prop your head up with your arm. and for the first time since last night, you make proper eye contact with your darling boy. a shit-eating grin slowly forms on peter's face. you couldn't help but follow his stupid action.

this man.

he slowly takes in his view, a familiar keenness filling peter's eyes. "what're you thinking about, pete?

"i only dreamed of calling you mine just a couple months ago," he starts, "and now you're laying here in my clothes, totally fucked."

"peter!" you groan, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

"c'mere." his hands come up to pull you toward him once again. his fingertips slide up to the middle of you back, drawing patterns into your warm skin. this alone makes you arch into him.

"yanno, you're kinda sweet when you're half asleep."

scattering delicate kisses across your neck, he mumbles, "mhm, i'm always sweet." his breath fanning over your skin drives you crazy.

quickly growing tired of the teasing, you push peter back down, into the mattress. swinging your leg over the boy, you straddle his lap. you bend down, stopping just before reaching his lips, "i love you." but before he could get a word out, your lips are already on his. a pleasant warmth washing over you as the kiss grows hungry. teeth almost clashing as he grabs for your ass.

"fuck, baby." peter whines.

after a couple more moans from both you and pete, you slow down, now softly pecking at his lips.

"god, you're beautiful." he murmurs against your lips. flustered once again, you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"so," he sighs, "how was last night?", asking as nonchalantly as he could.

you swear you could hear the smugness on his face.

"i don't remember. remind me again, parker?"

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sick days

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

synopsis: peter helps to make sick days bearable.

a/n: just a little something bc i miss u guys <3

tagging some mutuals: @kelieah @dhtomholland

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