Crash Into You || Tom Holland Smut

Crash Into You || Tom Holland Smut

ice hockey!tom x figure skater!reader — smut.

summary ↠ you can’t stand the ice hockey team. they’re loud, brutish, and incredibly annoying. it’s just inconvenient that you can’t seem to stop running into their star player, an irritatingly suave man called tom, nor deny the way your pulse quickens every time he’s around…   word count ↠ 20.2k. warnings ↠ mild depictions of sport-related injury including blood and nose breakage, a lot of bad language, some jealousy, and nsfw smut material! extended smut warnings are beneath the cut, but this is 18+ !!! minors dni.   a/n ↠ it’s funny because I tell myself I don’t like sport aus, yet this is somehow one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written…? the au is kinda ~obscure~ I guess, but it checked so many of my boxes whilst writing it, and I had a great time. it’s also the longest thing I’ve ever posted?! ahh !! I hope you’ll like dutchy, and give this a go even if you’re not really into hockey <3   —↠ there are so many different people that helped me out with this!!! in addition to all the wonderful anons that sent in ideas last month, I want to extend a huge thank you to @geminiparkers @tetralea @hollandharrison @honeyspidey @stixnstripesworld and @uglypastels for each helping out in some way, whether that be through brainstorming ideas, making incredible art, or teaching me about hockey and/or skating! <3<3 also—the biggest thank you ever to the lovely sammy @t-holland2080 for not disowning me after editing this for me and seeing my basic spelling errors lmfao. ily <3 hope you all enjoy !!

extra !! @uglypastels made two beautiful pieces of fanart for tom aka dutchy — you can view these here + here !!! @softholand​ also made an absolutely incredible moodboard based off the fic, and you can view that here :’) thank you to both of them for using their amazing artistic talents on this fic + making me literally like. the happiest writer on the planet :’) 

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hii i like ur new peter fic (andrews so pretty) just letting u know that that was ned’s lola which means grandmother in tagalog :)

hey!! thanks for the info, i’ll change it now :))

hey love, I just watched nwh, and my Andrew Garfield feels are resurfacing. I loved Pretty Girl, so if you write more, tag me please! Happy New Year!

thanks love!! and i will tag everyone who asked so don’t worry haha! merry christmas :))

can write nwh fics if you want now! <3

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

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summary: after the spell in which everyone forgets peter parker ever existed, there’s only one place he needs to go to fulfil his promise.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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peter parker (tom holland) x fem!reader

warnings: angst, spoilers for nwh, sad peter PLEASE ALL I WRITE IT ANGSTY PETER SEND ME REQUESTS OMFG crying rn omfg

don’t steal any of my work thanks!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 drowned out Peter’s borderline empty apartment was slowly killing him. There was zero presence of any upbeat opportunities that surrounded the downing form of Peter Parker.

It had been a long week and a half since everything completely changed. He was no longer hunted 24/7 and found an empty space in the position of the ‘guy in the chair’.

Peter was not used to Ned leaving a single minute without messaging the boy, not a single sign of him begging to build the lego death star while playing all the movies on repeat together. His phone never lit up once with the message of his once best friend. But to him, never existed.

The pain would never settle in Peter’s chest. The boy had lost everything.

The one person he went to for everything didn’t have a single clue this boy existed. No evidence to prove so as if Peter became so irrelevant to everyone and everything after suffering with a couple days of an identity revealed.

After spotting his previous longtime best friend in the café, Peter could swear his heart sunk right then and there. The memories he shared with Ned, he would treasure forever. Begging to have him back the way he was, he needed someone for him right now.

But seeing the former friend furrow his brows at the man tearing up infront of him, Peter knew. He had lost him.

Peter often wondered, ‘Would May have forgotten me?’

But that question sends Parker into a pit of never ending despair as her voice still rings through his head at any given moment.

He misses her dearly. So very much.

He could use her right now. May would have always always understood even in the strangest situations.

She stuck by Peter’s side the moment he was forced into her arms by his parents rushing out the door until she, herself, died in his arms. Peter knew, that in her final moments, she accepted and understood her own fate before the boy had even processed the woman infront of him was injured severely.

May was always a kind soul. One that was taken from the world too early.

Peter’s current whines could do nothing against the spell he wished upon himself, the one that made everyone forget that he ever existed in anyones lives. Even yours.

It was all he could do. All he had to do to protect you.

Peter had decided this heartbreaking decision as soon as he watched your body fall from the empire state building, failing to reach your helpless form as he was tackled away. However, forever thanking Peter 3 for his heroism in doing what he couldn’t do before.

The last time Peter saw you was when you realised what he had to do. Your face screwed up, holding in tears as you took in his appearance the nearing last time.

Minus the spell, you would never forget the soft touch of his masked hands caressing your tear stained cheeks before pulling your body into a bone crushing hug. The type of hug that would stay and linger on your skin and touch for hours coming.

Only he could remember what you mustered up next. “I don’t, I don’t-“ You whimpered leaning into his delicate touch.

Shaking his head, Peter refused to lie to you at this point. “Y/N, you are but, but, I’m going to come and find you and,” His eyes bore into your as a blockage formed at this top of his throat forcing sobs to come out. “I’m, I’m going to tell you everything b- because I need you, Y/N. So badly.”

Your foreheads rested against one and other as both feared he was wrong, what if you didn’t remember him?

Before any decisions expanded into questions, your memory wiped and found yourself shocked to be standing on the wreckage of the statue of Liberty with your only best friend, Ned Leeds.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 buried between two sofa cushions as the TV blasted christmas movies at a very high volume during your beauty sleep time. You couldn’t bare to hear MJ watch ‘Nativity 2’ for the seventh time in a row after many protests on your behalf of opting for the first movie.

Hearing a knock at the door, you silently thanked whoever it was as the movie was finally paused as MJ groaned at who interrupted her movie session as your body rolled off the sofa.

You opened the door, thinking nothing of it, to be met with an attractive young man around your age holding a note filled out front and back. His eyesight met yours and his softened at the sight of you once again.

“Hey, hey! I- I’m Peter. Parker, Peter Parker.” He breathed out, swallowing hard after finishing his small introduction holding out a shaking hand to greet.

You nodded slowly at the man you’ve never met, “Hi, Peter Parker?” You laughed softly at the end watching his features crease up in adoration. He shook his head with his eyes squeezed shut when he got lost in your beauty, needing to be focused on what needs to be fixed with you.

He began, “I know you don’t know me but-“ “Hey, Y/N! They are calling!” MJ yelled from the other room, hearing no more christmas music playing from the TV anymore.

Your mouth dropped and you and MJ began squealing in excitement. Turning back to the man in the doorframe, you apologised “Sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve been waiting for this job interview call thing for years and I really have to take this!” You rambled to the boy with the smile falling from his face.

He knew who was calling. It was the job you had ranted to Peter for years about, the job you pretend to work at in the nursery when you were younger.

What broke his heart was that you did this without him. You didn’t need his support to get you through the process of the job. You were better off without him.

“It’s seems like you knew where I lived so if you want to continue that important stuff another time, let me know!” You smiled, slamming the door quickly to run to the phone ringing.

You didn’t need Peter. That’s all that ran through his head as he stared blankly at your closed door.

He really wished you could have remembered him.

Anyone but you. He needed you. But it looked like you didn’t need him.

Peter didn’t return to you again, he left the words he planned to say in his jeans pocket for the fore coming years.

For the rest of your life, the memories shared with the brunette would never cross you mind as if it never happened. A void of what was good.

He thought about you everyday, you know. He imagine what he’s missing in your life right now. But that all is a fantasy Peter wishes he was apart of.

If only you remembered.

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“Peter the people who love you, We who love you- won’t remember you.”

Us in the theater: