Pairing: Avengers X Neutral Reader

Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader

Warning: Angst

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Part 1 here (Tony, Steve, Thor, Nat and Wanda)

AVENGERS REACTING TO BEING TURNED DOWN DESPITE YOU CONFESSED YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR THEM:

VISION

Vision is immortal too, you just don't know it. He has feelings for you so he is totally sad when you reject him. "Y/n, can I ask you why? I think I love you and I need to understand." He calmly says, even though his eyes show a deep sadness. You shake your head. "I love you too, but I'm immortal, so I..." you try to say but he caresses your cheek. "I'm immortal too." He says, a tiny smile on his lips. You widen your eyes and smile, your heart beating faster. "Really? So we can be together." You say, you can't believe you finally found someone to share the eternity with. He smiles and looks at you in total adoration. "Forever." He confirms before kissing you.

SAM

Sam would be in pieces. He loves you so much, so when you tell him no, he's in pain. "Baby, I don't understand, I..." He tries to say but you shake your head. "I'm immortal, Sam. When I first met you I could know that I would have ended up falling with you. I didn't take into account this possibility, and neither did you. But how could we?..." you say, he takes a breath while looking at you, eyes filled with sadness. "I won't apologise for falling for you. We can still find a way." He says while cupping your face. You look at him, your heart feeling in peace when he touches you. "You're a pain in the ass, but I love you." You say while finally giving up and letting him kiss you.

PIETRO

Pietro is so passionate, he's so into you that your no is simply heartbreaking for him. "Y/n, just tell me why. You said you love me too..." he asks, his tone agitated. You caress his cheek to try to calm him down, your touche delicate. "I do, Pietro, very much. But I will live forever, this means that I will have to watch you die, and I can't." You say, your eyes watery. He shakes his head, his forehead resting against your. "There must be a way, don't give up on us, we deserve a chance." He begs, his hands caressing your cheeks. You look at him, your hands authentically crossing on his shoulders. "I don't want to give up on us." You admit and he smiles while crushing his lips on yours.

PETER

Peter never experienced love before, you're his absolute first time, so when you reject him it's a tough pill to swallow. "I'm sorry if I told you about my feelings..." he tries to apologise but you shake your head. "Don't be, I love you too." You confess. He widens his eyes. "Then why..." he asks and you take a deep breath, his eyes are killing you. "Because I can't die, but you can, and the thought of that chance is too much to bear." You explain while caressing your own arms to give yourself comfort. He looks at you, his eyes watery, then he walks to you and caress your cheek. "I love you and you love me, we'll find a way." He reassures you, his arms wrapping you in an hug. You let yourself go, deep down you don't want to push him away.

BUCKY

Bucky has had only one person in his life and it was Steve. He never even took into account the chance of caring about someone else, yet here he is, loving you with all of his heart, so when you reject him, you break it. "Doll, if you love me, then why?" He asks, his eyes filled with bitterness. You ran your hands through your hair and look at him. "Bucky, it's because of this, because I love you. I've seen too many people leaving me, I can't lose you too." You confess, a tear running down your cheek while you look away. He walks to you, his hands cupping your face to make you look at him. "Doll, we'll find a way. We have both lost so many things and suffered too much, we deserve a chance." He says, his eyes stuck into yours. You take a breath before shaking your head, your hands caressing his face. "You're right, we deserve this." You say before pressing your lips on his.

LOKI

Loki never loved anyone like he loves you. It took him a lot of time to trust someone that much as he trusts you and you are his world, so when you say no to him, he's broken. "Pet... but why?" He asks you, his eyes showing how sad he is. You take a breath. "Because I love you and this is my curse. Everyone I've ever loved died in my arms while I stay exactly like this and keep living. I've lived thousands lives and never loved anyone like I love you, so I can only imagine how painful it would be loosing you." You admit, your voice shaking while you cry. He looks at you, he can't even tell how sorry he is for your sorrow. He gently puts a finger under your chin and raises your head. "Pet, we'll find someone powerful enough to fix this. I can make myself immortal too if you want it..." he tries to say but you interrupt him. "I would never ask you this. I want to give up on eternal life." You say, your tone firm. He looks at you with widened eyes. "Would you do this for me?" He ask you in shock, you caress his cheek and look at him. "Oh Loki, the things I'd do for you..." you whisper. He looks at you with all the love of the world in his eyes before kissing you.

heyy!! i love your writing!! can you do a one shot where peter loves giving y/n hickies and she’s at a pool party with the rest of the avengers? and she takes her bathing suit of and everyone starts teasing her about them ? while peter is just smirking about it ? thank you!!

trouble in paradise

w/c: 2.8k

warnings: lots of suggestiveness, swearing, and mentions of drinking

a/n: i was super into this and wrote way more than i planned to but i hope that’s cool :,) enjoy !

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“peter, we have to go,” you giggle out, cupping a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth. “everybody’s waiting for us... what if they get suspicious?” peter playfully nips at your fingers before intertwining them with his own. “don’t know, don’t care,” he mumbles and pecks a spot on your jaw.

his lips attach to your neck next, kissing slowly and lightly down your skin. each one tingles in the best way possible. he’s always so good at this, all movements thought out, done with care. he’s a little too good.

if you don’t leave now, you’ll spend the whole afternoon locked in peter’s room with him on top of you. not that that isn’t a dream come true, but you bought a cute bikini for your pool day with the team and want to make use of it.

it’s actually what inspired peter to pin you down and kiss every visible inch of your body. one look at you in the thing, and he was done for.

“by the way,” peter’s voice comes out raspy. the vibrations tickle you, making you bite back a smile. “yellow looks really nice on you, baby. you pull it off perfect.” his free hand sets on your exposed stomach, just above your hip. “yeah?” you gaze up at peter innocently. “i thought you’d like it.”

you’re in a yellow and white striped two piece that leaves little to the imagination. the bottoms are tied on either side, strings revealing more than they hide. the top plunges low and pushes up, which is the right combination to drive peter crazy.

although, you could’ve worn baggy swim trunks and had the same effect. he’s easy.

“you got this just for me?” peter smirks at the idea, peppering your neck in more kisses. “adorable, y/n.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “that’s it? adorable?” your leg winds around peter’s waist to draw him in closer. “i’m much more than adorable, and you know it.”

his hand leaves yours and moves to your thigh. he trails his fingers up and down your skin, the simple touch leaving goosebumps.

peter gives your thigh a small squeeze, his nose nudging the tip of yours. “prove it, then.” you’re positive he can feel your heart beating through the thin material of his nasa t-shirt. your worries about missing the pool day have long faded away.

you capture peter’s lips in a kiss that he instantly reciprocates. he grins into it, letting you take control. laughing breathlessly at his eagerness, you thread your fingers in his chocolate curls. you tug gently on them and tilt your head up to deepen the kiss. you continue playing with peter’s hair as you nibble on his lower lip.

god, it gets him going when you do that.

“hm, i love you,” peter sighs, both arms hooking around your middle. “love you so much, princess.” that earns a lighthearted eye roll from you. “i love you, pete. kinda ruining the mood, though.” he apologizes with a chuckle and a peck at your lips. “oops. i was doing so well, too.” beaming up at him, you stroke his curls in reassurance. “who said you stopped?”

peter takes that as his cue to indulge you in another kiss. he parts his swollen lips, your tongue running over his bottom one. you let out a hum when his tongue enters your mouth instead. arching your back so your body presses against his, you begin to guide his hands towards your hips.

much to your dismay, peter suddenly breaks the kiss.

you whine and pull at his locks to get his attention. “what are you-“ “shhhh,” peter cuts you off, lips latching onto your neck again. that makes you oblige. sucking with just the right amount of pressure on your skin, his nimble fingers hook in your bottoms.

“let me know if this is okay,” he prefaces, meeting your hooded eyes for permission to untie the strings. “yeah, pete. you’re… you’re good. do it.” you throw your head back on the pillow. you’re enjoying his marking of your neck, too caught up to consider the inevitable bruising.

there’s something about littering you in hickeys that peter can’t get enough of. maybe it’s the little noises he coaxes from you, or how you say his name. whatever it is, he’s obsessed. you’re both well aware of that.

peter makes his way down your body, his kisses doing the same, until he’s facing your chest. he licks his lips as he looks you over. you could melt under his gaze.

“you’re right, y/n. you aren’t just adorable,” he speaks softly. “you’re so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful.” you leave a kiss on the top of peter’s head in response, smiling when he resumes his own kissing. he goes farther this time, your breath hitching as he stops just above your cleavage. his thumb swipes across your inner thigh.

“pete, baby…” you cup his cheeks with your hands, impatient. “please. want you so bad.” peter glances up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his features. “i got you, princess. relax a bit.” he’s impossible. groaning, you push his shoulders. “i hate it when you tease.” he grabs your hips to steady you. “i’m not teasing… i’m taking my time. you deserve it.”

before you can complain, his lips land on your stomach. he peppers kisses down carefully and simultaneously starts to fiddle with your bikini. finally. you exhale a breath of relief, but he only undoes one string.

“you’re fucking kidding,” you grumble, peter frowning against you. “can i not just appreciate you for a while?” he rhetorically asks. he’s nearing where you need him most, so you hold your tongue. peter keeps you in place by your waist while his lips ghost on one of your hips. your body is on fire at this point, his breath cool on you.

“alright, you’ve waited long enough,” peter decides, shifting to untie your other bikini string. “what i’ve been saying,” you immediately agree.

when he finishes with your bottoms, he doesn’t take them off just yet. his fingertips brush along each of your sides as he peers up at you. chills break out all over your skin.

“peter benjamin parker, i swear to god-“ your words are replaced with a gasp, peter’s mouth now on your inner thigh. his teeth sink into you ever so slightly, lips curving into a smile at your whimpering. “what was that, y/l/n?” he kisses back up to your hip. “nothing… never mind,” you dismiss him. your eyes flutter closed.

“mhm, good girl,” peter murmurs, now marking up the soft skin below your waist. he grins to himself when your hands once again situate in his hair. “babe…” you pant, his tongue poking out to soothe a fresh hickey. “take them off, please.” your eyes are desperate as they lock with peter’s, spreading your legs out for him.

“what, these?” peter hums, dragging his fingers down your stomach. they slip inside either side of your bottoms. “shit, yes,” you affirm with a yank at his curls.

peter pauses for a moment, then moves off of you completely. he stays between your legs, another smirk painting his face.

“everyone’s waiting for us, remember?” he sarcastically reminds you. “kinda rude to leave them hanging.” you hoist yourself off peter’s bed in anger, shoving your discarded coverup shirt from earlier at his chest. “you fucking tease! i should’ve known you were gonna do this shit.”

peter swings his legs over the bed, wiping his lips that still hold a smirk. “aw… c’mere, baby,” he coos and pats his lap. “i’m not done yet. let me help you out for real.”

you consider the offer, eyes flitting between his skilled hands and inviting mouth. you’ve got nothing to lose, only gain.

“fine,” you pretend to be annoyed. peter opens his arms for you, which you easily crawl into. your legs are on either side of him as you grab onto his shoulders. you watch him in anticipation. he kisses your chin lovingly, his hands finding their place on your hips.

however, it’s not for the reason you’re expecting. peter ties up your bikini how you had it before, rubbing your thighs once he’s done.

technically, he did help you out.

“there. let’s hit the pool, hm?” he picks up your coverup from beside him and holds it out to you. you’re going to absolutely murder him later. “swim alone, parker,” you huff, snatching the oversized tee from him. his eyes widen. “hey, you were the one who-“ “swim alone!” you climb off his lap and toss your shirt over your head.

peter doesn’t want to push it, so he lets you head out of his room. you of course flip him off as you make your exit. he waits until you’re outside to join the rest of the team, shirtless with his shorts hanging dangerously low.

you’re splayed out on a lounge chair between wanda and natasha, applying sunscreen to your face. bruce and thor are having a splashing contest in the pool, tony is fixing drinks, and scott is searching for blow up toys. sam, bucky, and vision choose to observe everyone from a table under an umbrella.

you scowl at peter on the other side of the pool. he strikes up a conversation with sam and bucky, shooting you a wink that you scoff at.

“trouble in paradise?” natasha observes. she squints between you and peter over her sunglasses. “kind of.” you pat the sunscreen into your cheeks with a nod. “uh oh, what’d he do this time?” wanda knowingly chimes in. “it’s not what he did… it’s what he didn’t do,” you admit.

peter rakes a hand through his messy curls, looking over at you.

tease.

natasha lays back on her chair, unbothered. “you’re gonna have to elaborate on that, y/l/n.” wanda nudges your side. “we’ve all been there! men are nasty.” you simply shrug. that’s one way to put it. “what does that make vision?” natasha jokes, wanda confidently replying, “a synthezoid.” “whatever that is,” she mutters to you, taking the sunscreen bottle from your lap.

peter starts coming your way after receiving a pat on the back from bucky and a shoulder clap from sam. he sports a harmless smile now, waving at scott as he approaches you.

you reluctantly get up from the comfortable position you’re in. “i’ll be right back,” you inform nat and wanda, fixing your coverup as you stand. “take your time,” natasha muses. “put him in his place,” wanda suggests.

with their advice in mind, you meet peter in a shaded area away from the team. you fight back the urge to gulp when his chiseled abs come into view.

“you’re not actually mad at me, right?” peter checks, scratching the back of his neck. there’s your boy, shy as ever. the many sides of him never cease to amaze you. “i might be,” you coyly answer. “how come? did i hurt you or something?” he steps closer to you and hugs your waist.

you’d accuse him of playing dumb, but he’s genuinely oblivious.

you place your hands on either of his biceps, despite your frustration. “on the inside.” “meaning?” peter wonders. “i… i wanted you to…” you’re not sure how to phrase it. “make me feel good, you know?” he pouts at your confession. “i thought that’s what i was doing.”

“no, you were. what i meant was, i didn’t want you to stop,” you reiterate, fingers smoothing over his skin. “you did, though.” peter catches on, laughing quietly and pulling you into a proper hug. “mm, sorry ‘bout that.” he bends to kiss your forehead, your arms around his neck. “i’ll make it better, pretty girl. wanna join me for a shower later?”

“it’s a date,” you confirm, pecking peter’s lips. he wiggles his eyebrows. “how romantic.” you flick the side of his head with a giggle. “save it for later. right now, let’s swim.”

peter follows you by his hand you grab in yours, his eyes twinkling. he lets you lead him over to the pool. you take a detour to change at your lounge chair, his mouth literally watering at the thought of seeing you in your bikini once again.

when you pull your shirt off, his jaw drops. that’s a bit dramatic, since this isn’t a new sight for him.

“um, y/n?” peter looks you up and down, handing you your coverup back. “you should probably-“ “relax, princess,” you repeat his words from earlier. “we all know i’m yours. a bikini won’t change that.” peter merely chuckles. “it’s not that,” he attempts to explain. “you can wear whatever you want! but-“

“there’s no problem, then,” you correct him, throwing the oversized shirt on the chair. “come on, weirdo.”

reconnecting both your hands, you head over to the pool with peter walking next to you. wanda and natasha whisper about something as you go.

you pass bruce as he skips over to tony’s juice bar. he slows down to say hi to you and peter.

“when did you kids get here?” he questions, elbowing peter. “not too long ago,” peter wraps his arms around your middle from behind. “we were just gonna go for a swim, so bye!” you exchange a look with bruce. “i sincerely apologize for his behavior.”

bruce is about to engage in your banter, then he notices. he points from your neck to your chest. “y/n… you have a little something, um…” he clears his throat when he realizes what the something is. “everywhere.”

in pure confusion, you cock your head to the side. “what are you talking about? did i miss some sunscreen?” peter chews on his lip to hold back a grin. “i’ll let pete tell you,” bruce awkwardly smiles. “see you lovebirds around.”

he gets out of there, and fast.

peter rests his chin on your head, you poking his bare stomach. “seriously, what was he talking about?” you demand. he breathes out a laugh as you turn around to face him. “right. so, i might’ve given you a few-“

“y/n! underoos!” tony calls, strutting up to you and peter with two glasses in hand. they each have fruit slices and swirly straws. “be my guinea pigs, will you? brucey boy won’t try my concoctions until someone else does.” he nods back at bruce, thrusting the drinks into each of your hands.

“do we have a choice?” you ask tony, swishing around the icy blend. “oh, live a little,” tony responds and taps peter’s glass. “drink up, kiddos. feedback to be announced.”

peter sips the orange drink, you mixing it around before sampling. it’s not half bad.

“well?” tony gives two thumbs up. “what do we think?” peter licks some sugar off the edge of the glass. “woah. it’s kinda awesome, mr. stark,” he praises. you push your hair off your shoulder nonchalantly. “i like it. there’s a kick to it, though.” tony clicks his tongue. “ah, that’s tequila.”

both you and peter almost spit the concoction out. “oh my god, tony!” you shove the half-full glass back into tony’s hand. “we’re not allowed to drink yet!” “i can keep a secret,” tony promises, collecting peter’s cup nevertheless.

your skin showing catches tony’s attention at last.

“good god! parker, are you seeing this? what on earth happened?” tony gestures to you in shock. peter isn’t able to fight back a smirk this time. “don’t worry, mr. stark. she’s alright.” audibly gagging, tony makes the connection. “well… you did quite the number, didn’t you? bye-bye, now!”

he leaves even more abruptly than bruce did, which piques your concern.

“ok, peter,” you start in a warning tone. “what’d you do to me? this is getting weird.”

“peter and y/n sitting in a tree!” sam and bucky chant from their table. “k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” they spell out. visions shields his face, mortified to be associated with them. “first comes love!” sam yells. “then comes marriage!” bucky shouts after. the two of them join in together again. “then comes baby in the baby carriage!”

“ok… don’t freak out, babe,” peter traces his hands along your sides to calm you. “so, i sort of-“ “here, y/n,” wanda appears behind you with a compact mirror. she smiles sheepishly as you take it from her.

terrified for what you’re about to see, you aim the mirror so it shows your neck. your mouth falls agape. there’s a huge hickey off to the side and a couple of tiny ones near your collarbone. you can only imagine what your hips look like.

you slam the mirror shut and set your gaze on peter, who finds this too amusing for your liking. you’re about five seconds away from destroying him, and not in the way he hopes for. wanda taps him on the shoulder to alert him.

“you better run.”



hey i saw this on tik tok and i had to read it so could you write an angsty fic where the reader is mad at peter/tom for something and their punching his chest and he lets them until they just break down crying and it’s like super soft thank you 🤎🤍

warnings: swearing and angst

a/n: we all know how i feel about angst to fluff hehehe happy reading <3

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eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds.

exactly how long it’s been since peter left and took part of you along with him.

he ditched queens for asgard, wakanda, whole different fucking galaxies. he ditched you for the avengers.

there was an open spot on the team for peter. he’d finally felt he was ready to claim it. yes, the people of queens needed him. but, he was also needed elsewhere and far more so. he had no choice but to step up.

that meant he had to say goodbye. to aunt may, to his friends, to you. peter didn’t simply bid you farewell and head on his way, though. he ended things.

for good.

ever since, you’ve been learning how to mend your broken heart. it’s a work in progress. you know deep down that a piece will always be missing as long as peter still has it.

you haven’t stopped loving him, even though it would be so much easier if you had.

eight months, three weeks, ten days, nine hours, fifty six minutes, and fourteen seconds later, someone knocks at your door.

your healing heart shatters when you answer.

you thought you were better. you thought you were moving on.

then, peter showed up.

“no,” you choke out, swinging the door closed in his face. he holds out a hand to stop it. “y/n, wait. please hear me out.“

“no!”

you make another attempt to force the door shut. tears well up in your eyes, peter pushing it back open.

there’s no use in fighting him on it. he’s too strong.

peter’s own eyes are pleading. the guilt, the remorse is written all over his face.

the two of you just stand there, neither sure what to do next. it’s been so long. yet, you still feel the same. you love him and hate him and crave him as much as you did the day he skipped town. you’ve carried that with you, let the pain control your every waking moment.

peter steps forward to come inside. you step back, angry tears running down your cheeks.

“you don’t get to waltz back in here like you never fucking left,” you spit. hurt flashes across peter’s features. “i’m not… that’s not what i’m trying to do,” he speaks calmly.

scoffing, you wipe the tears dripping down your skin.

“what are you trying to do, peter?” you demand. “why are you here?”

you notice the cuts carved into his knuckles as he wrings his fingers nervously. a faded scar peeks out from the hem of his sweater, and you don’t even want to imagine what bruises he has under it.

“it was time to come home,” peter admits, clasping his hands behind his back when he catches you looking. “because… you’re my home, y/n. i made a mistake, and i’m so sorry.”

you wish he would’ve said that a lot sooner.

“i don’t believe you one bit,” you dismiss peter. you move out of the doorway so you’re closer to him. “where were you?”

peter doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even react when you jab a finger at his chest, the ragged breath you let out fanning across his face.

“you were gone almost an entire year, and i didn’t hear shit from you!” you shove peter backwards, shouting through your sobs.

he stumbles, but quickly finds his footing.

“no calls, no texts. you could’ve been dead in a ditch for all i knew,” you laugh bitterly. “it’s not fair, peter. i don’t understand how you could leave me like… like this!”

your fist collides with peter’s chest once again. he lets it, which makes you somehow angrier. you do it again, and again, and again until it’s out of your system and fresh tears are flowing.

“where the fuck were you?”

your voice cracks, fingers hooking in the collar of peter’s sweater and gripping onto it. you feel your knees starting to grow weak.

peter springs to action. he helps you into your apartment despite your refusals earlier, shutting the door behind you two. at last, you fall to your knees and pull him down with you.

he brings your head to rest on his chest, where you instantly bury your face. his fingers weave into your locks, free arm wrapping around your middle.

he’s holding you the tightest he possibly can, afraid he’ll lose you if he lets go.

“i’m here now,” peter coos, running his fingers through your hair carefully. “i shouldn’t have left before, but i’m here now.”

his lips brush your temple, other arm trailing down to your middle. both your arms hook around his waist. a whimper escapes you, peter shushing you and resting his chin on the top of your head. he presses more kisses to your scalp, you nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“i love you, peter. i’m… i’m sorry,” you manage to get out, pecking a spot on his neck. he smiles to himself at your words.

“i love you, y/n. i’m sorry, too.”

Best Friends, Right? || Tom Holland x Reader

warnings: none

synopsis: after an awkward encounter with your bestfriend, you learn how much you really mean to each other.

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2004

The London weather was slightly over cast as the moving trucks pulled up to you knew home. You and your parents had moved to Kingston, London from East Croydon and it was safe to say it was definitely an upgrade.

You were only six years old when you parents decided on a change of scenery. They both relocated to central London for work and thought that Kingston would be nice place for you to grow up.

“Hi there! You must M/N and D/N.” A red headed women smiled as she walked out of her house. Your new neighbour looked friendly enough. “And you must be little Y/N.” She smiled as she bent down to your level.

“Yes! Hi! So nice to meet you.” Your mother smiled back at her as they made friendly conversation. Your dad was chatting to an average sized man with curly black hair and glasses. You’d learnt that his name was Dom and his wife, Niki had four sons. The oldest, Tom was 8. The twins, Harry and Sam, were 5. Just a few months younger than you, and a baby boy named Paddy.

You quickly became fast friends with all of them, playing different video games and board games whilst Dom and Niki helped your parents move in next door.

When you were 11 and Tom was 13, you’d developed a bit of a crush on Tom. At one point, you’d avoid him at all costs and even wrote ‘Mrs Y/N Holland’ on the back of your bedroom door, covering it with a poster to hide it from everyone. Eventually you’d grown out of your crush and moved on, seeing no real possibility of anything happening.

You had become to the closest to Harry and Sam because of your age similarity and especially Harry because of your interests.

Being an only child, you were glad to get along so well with them and finally felt like you had siblings. Over the years, your families become extremely close, spending holidays and birthdays together, and supporting each other with everything. You’d attend school plays, band performances, and award ceremonies with each other and eventually would watch Dom’s comedy shows with the twins when you turned 18.

It was around this time that Tom had become increasingly more famous and when he was home, you’d help him run lines or give notes on his performance. Eventually, you’d grown apart as he was always so busy travelling the world and you’d missed him greatly but when he was home it was like everything was back to normal.

2021

It was the first time in months that everyone was in London and agreed to go out. The summer weather was still warming up the sky, even at night and you were excited to spend time with everyone.

It was almost 7 o’clock when you’d walked next door to the Holland household. Since it was still warm and you’d be getting very drunk, you’d opted for a light blue denim mini skirt, white platform trainers, and a white strapless crop top. You looked good and you knew it.

Inside, Harry and Sam were making their pre drinks, Grace was scrolling on her phone which meant Harrison was somewhere in the house, and Tom was know where to be seen.

“Oi, Y/N drink this!” Sam said handing you a drink that tasted like pure piss. It was about 80 percent vodka, 20 percent Red Bull.

“Fuckin hell.” You cringed as you gulped down the drink making the twins laugh. You greeted Grace with a hug and then Harrison came down the stairs. “Hey man.” You hugged him.

“Listen, I’m just gonna go to the toilet, and then we’ll go yeah.” You said as you walked up the stairs. Grace and Harrison were giggling about something and the twins were too busy taking selfie’s so you were basically talking to yourself.

You were just about to round the corner when a large, hard, and wet body smacked right into you, sending you to the ground. It was Tom. He’d just come out of the shower and the damp, white towel wrapped around his waist had fallen to the ground, revealing everything to you. Yours and his eyes widened like saucers as he realised what was happening.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he scrambled for the towel to cover himself.

It all happened so fast that by the time you jumped to your feet, he had already sunken off to his bedroom.

You stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, completely in shock. You just saw Toms... everything.

Yikes.

A few minutes later you heard Sam drunkenly yell from down stairs. “Y/N! Let’s fuckin’ go!”

You quickly checked your hair and makeup and walked down the stairs to see everyone waiting on you. Including Tom.

This was gonna be a long night.

The first pub in the list was The Grey Horse. It was close enough to walk so you and the others set out. Harrison and Harry were laughing about something to themselves, Sam was chatting on the phone to his girlfriend about the plans for the night and Tom was just wondering along by himself, seemingly deep in thought.

The pub was fairly empty when you arrived. The band was still setting up doing sound check and their was a small group of guys playing pool.

Everyone order there drinks and walked over to a table except you. You stayed at the bar whilst the bartender poured you and extra shot that you downed immediately.

“You good?” Grace asked beside you, startling you.

“Bathroom. Now.” You said dragging Grace by the arm towards the bathroom.

Tom saw this and figured you were telling her about what happened. Yay. This was the worst.

“What?” Grace asked.

“I saw Tom.” You blurted out with side eyes.

“You saw Tom...?” Grace repeated, not understanding where you were going with this.

Instead saying it and dying of embarrassment, you awkwardly gestured to your nether region with a cringed look on your face.

Graces eyes followed your hands and then widened in realisation.

“No!” She gasped and starting laughing, making you want to crawl into a hole. “How?”

“I ran into him when he came out of the shower and his towel fell off.” You mumbled.

At this point, Grace burst out in laughter.

“Was it big?” She asked, half teasing you. You told about the time you used to like him years ago so she was definitely having fun with this. She’d probably even up telling Harrison later if Tom didn’t.

“Stop!” You cringed, putting your hands over your face.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. How did you react?” “He ran off before I could even say sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You mumbled. “This is the worst.”

Grace squinted her eyes at you. “Do you... like him again?”

You were about to say absolutely not but nothing came out. Did you like him again? Did you ever stop liking him? You’d never really thought about recently.

You let out a defeated sigh and nearly collapsed from the embarrassment.

“Oh Y/N.” Grace cooed as she hugged you. “Come on, let’s get drunk and deal with this tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You walked out of the bathroom and back towards the tables. Grace sat down next to Harrison and you next to her. Tom was sitting directly across from you.

“Where’d you two go?” Harrison asked as the two of you sat down. You looked up clocked eyes with Tom, immediately shooting your head down.

“Just the bathroom.” Grace smiled sweetly.

You eventually ordered drink after drink and then shot after shot, and eventually becoming extremely drunk. You and grace were sat at the table, huddled up together, eating cheese and onion crisps, absolutely wasted.

The boys were up and playing pool so you and Grace could talk freely.

“What am I even meant to say to him? Hey Tom, nice cock?” You slurred your words slightly.

Grace started laughing and so did you. This caught Toms attention. He liked the sound of your laugh.

With Tom being distracted, he didn’t take his shot. “It’s your turn, dickhead!” Harrison laughed. Tom cleared his throat and quickly took his shot, ultimately losing the game as being too distracted the whole time.

“Jeez you suck.” Harry laughed as they put their pool cues down and walked back over to the table.

“What are you two laughing at?” Harrison asked. Toms ears grew hot as he imagined they’d be laughing at him accidentally flashing his pork sword right in Y/N’s face.

“Nothing.” You said awkwardly as you downed the rest of your drink.

The night progressed on and you’d decided on going to the next pub. The Willoughby Arms.

Sam had decided to disappear early as his girlfriend wasn’t very happy. “Listen, if I don’t go now I might not have one tomorrow.” He complained as he necked his beer and ran out the door.

You’d arrived at the Willoughby Arms at almost 11 and the place was close to being packed.

The drinks flowed and pretty soon Harry was chatting up some girl he’d met and it looked like he was keen to leave with her. He whispered something in Harrison’s ear causing Harrison to smirk and then he left with the girl in toe. Not before sending you a cheeky wink for good measure of course.

So it just left you, Grace, Harrison and Tom.

Then Grace had a rather devious idea of her own. She started kissing Harrison’s ear and whispering something. It was kind of grossing you out until you realised what she was doing.

Harrison awkwardly cleared his throat as held Grace close. “Hey listen, we’re gonna head out too.” He said eagerly.

Tom silently cursed and seemed to understand it was just gonna you and him for the remainder of the night.

You subtly grabbed Grace’s wrist and whisper yelled at her. “The fuck is this?” You said wide eyed.

“Have fun.” She replied as she gave you a cheeky smile, walking out the door with Harrison hot on her heal.

You awkwardly turned to Tom and see him already watching you.

“So...” you began, not really knowing what to say. “Another drink?”

In the fifteen years you’d known him, you’d never run out of things to say. You’d always have something to talk about or laugh about and this was definitely painful.

“Sure.”

You and Tom ordered shots and made awkward small talk until eventually you both became so drunk that the conversation flowed like it normally would.

“Are you kidding? Spider-Man is not that strong!” You laughed.

“Yes he is! It’s comic facts!” Tom laughed back.

Honestly you didn’t even remember what you’d been talking about but you were glad to be somewhat back to normal with him.

“Alright, last one and than everyone’s out of here.” The bartender said to you as he placed two pints on the bar. You hadn’t even realised how late it had gotten. It was 3:30 am.

After you and Tom downed your pints as fast as possible, you’d decided it was time for kebabs and bed.

You both stumbled down the streets of London, tripping and giggling the whole way there.

“I missed this.” You practically moaned, closing your eyes under the washed out neon lights of the 24 hour kebab shop.

Tom looked at you through tired eyes as you leaned your head against the cold tiles. You looked beautiful, he thought to himself.

“I missed you.” He mumbled, smiling at you. You couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that you’d seen more of him than you ever thought you would.

He laughed as well. “Let’s go to sleep.”

You both stumbled up to the front door of Tom’s parents house, nearly breaking several pot plants in the process, and shushed him as you opened the door.

You both tried to keep quiet as you stumbled in and turned to face each other. An overwhelming amount of confidence washed over you and you placed your hands on Tom’s shoulders and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Tom didn’t really react but you didn’t blame him. It probably felt like kissing his sister.

“That was weird.” You said as you pulled away. Sure, it was weird kissing Tom for the first time but you didn’t hate it.

“Yeah.. it was.” Tom mumbled back, processing the kiss in his mind.

“Well, bedtime!” You beamed, almost awkwardly, stepping away from Tom. You were about the walk to the guest room or Harry’s room to sleep in but felt yourself being pulled into Tom’s bedroom.

Tom kissed you as he tried to kick off his shoes, stumbling around in the process. Once they were off, he was pulling your body into his and weaving a hand through your hair.

You both fell on the bed as Tom kissed your jaw and down your neck.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Tom asked in between breaths.

“Yeah, of kind.” You almost moaned.

It all happened so fast and the next thing you knew, you were waking up with a pounding headache and some fluffy brown hair tickling your face.

You opened your eyes to the blinding sun coming through the curtains and looked around. Tom’s room?

Oh fuck.

Tom’s bedroom.

Tom’s bed.

You were in Tom’s bed.

By process of elimination, you figured the curly brown hair belonged to Tom.

You awkwardly and as quietly as possible tried to sneak out of the bed and locate your clothes from last night and put them back on

You were too busy trying to lace up your shoes that you didn’t realise Tom had stirred in his sleep and rolled over. You looked up and noticed how peaceful he looked. You almost felt bad for running out like this but then you thought you wouldn’t be caught dead facing the humiliation of this whole situation.

You slipped out of the bedroom and tiptoes down the stairs and into the kitchen as you dialled Grace’s number.

“Mm hello?” She groggily answered the phone, probably having just woken up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You whispered yelled, trying not to wake anyone in the house.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” Grace giggled. You could tell she had a shit eating smirk on her face.

“What was your plan Huh? Make Tom and I hang out alone and see where that leads us?” You shrieked.

“Well actually, I was just hoping that you’d talk...” Grace paused, “why?”

You thought about not telling her for a second. You thought that maybe you could not tell anyone, dye your hair black and move to another country and forget the only thing. Although you didn’t want to do that. You kind of didn’t really regret what happened last night.

“We slept together.” You mumbled softly. There was long pause on the other end until you heard Grace speak again.

“Oh, my god.” She didn’t even know what to say. Just as you were about to respond, you heard the wooden floorboard creak behind you. You turned around to see a sleepy, shirtless Tom standing at the bottom of the stairs ruffling up his morning hair. Or sex hair. You quickly pressed the hang up bottom and slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Hi.” You replied back making the silence even more uncomfortable.

“Last night was...” you started.

“Unexpected?” He finished for you.

“Yeah.” You breathed out and stood there awkwardly. Tom gulped and averted his eyes, not really knowing where to look or what to do with his hands.

“You wanna get something to eat?” Tom asked you timidly. In all the years that you’d known Tom, you’d known that he was never one to stay and cuddle with his hookups. Sure, there weren’t that many but over the years, every girl that wasn’t a girlfriend was just a one night stand. He’d certainly never ask them to get breakfast the next morning. Maybe it was because he knew you so well or because maybe somewhere deep down he wanted you to stay with him longer. Either way, relief washed over you. You gave a small and sheepish smile.

“Breakfast sounds good.”

Pansy: *sits next to Blaise in the Slytherin common room*

Blaise: what’s up?

Pansy: you know *smirks*

Blaise: you are on cloud nine aren’t you?

Pansy: only you have a face like thunder

Blaise: i am glad that at least you are fine with your personal life, cause i am already sick of this groomy —

Draco: *enters the living room like a mad fury and slams the door to lock himself in the room*

Blaise: no comments

Pansy: *laughs* Granger obviously likes to piss him off

Blaise: by doing so they both piss me off — it is so good that only one of our friends has problems with love affairs — don't let Merlin one more pompous aristocrat fall in love with a witch from another house —

Theo: *enters the common room like a mad fury, sits down angrily in a chair and stares at the fireplace like he hates it with all his heart*

Pansy: what happened?

Theo: she's going to go home for all the holidays because she needs to find out about how her DWARFS in the garden are doing and if they are not bothered by the WRACKPURTS

Blaise: fuck.

Strike Three

Summary: Everybody makes mistakes. Your first mistake was telling your family that you were seeing someone when you were just as single as ever. Your second mistake was asking Pietro to fake a relationship to keep your family off your back. Well, maybe that wasn’t such a mistake.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3,826

You didn’t have the best track record with relationships, you knew that. Even if you didn’t know, your family would have made damn sure to inform you. You knew they only fussed so much because they loved you, because they wanted the best for you. But they were such a headache sometimes.

You were going bonkers now. Your mother was becoming overbearing with her insistence that you needed to hurry up and settle down, and your sister was positive that she could handle the whole thing for you. She herself was engaged, so your mom agreed that she probably knew how to steer you back down the proper path.

And maybe it was the exhaustion of hearing them try to arrange a good relationship for you, or maybe the panic of listening to your sister talk about her new coworker (who was a very impressive man, don’t you know?), but for some reason, you went and said something so painfully stupid.

“I’ve been seeing someone.”

That was nearly a month ago, and your entire family was pestering you for more information. You felt bad avoiding their calls, but you were bluffing and you had barely gotten out of that conversation alive. Your sister was bringing her fiance to Christmas, so of course that meant you were expected to bring someone as well.

Avoiding conversations about your nonexistent boyfriend was growing difficult. You’d been holding out hope that you would find someone by the time the holidays rolled around, but no luck. A real boyfriend would have been ideal, but your frantic attempts at finding someone to play the part also yielded no success.

You had of course contemplated faking a breakup, but that would only further their idea that you couldn’t handle your own love life. You had dug a hole that you just couldn’t climb out of.

So with one week to your family’s Christmas gathering, you were sitting on your best friend’s bed with your head in your hands.

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