BROMANCE OF ZIAMM GOING ON!!!!! This Is So My Favorite Bromance

I feel like I fall more in love with tasm!peter every day lol

Tobey tho, still my number 1

28. an accidental kiss between exes with peter? he’d be so cute and awkward and clear his throat afterward but then he’d say something completely dorkish like “why did we ever stop doing that?” I LOVE HIM 😭

baby came home | tasm!peter 

a/n: oh i luvvvv made this tasm!pete since you didn’t specify and i def got tasm!pete vibes asdfghjk ++ trying out a new format :D we’ll see how long this lasts rip

genre: exes to lovers, college!au, slight angst, happy ending | warnings: frat parties, mentions of h-word students 

prompt: an accidental kiss between exes

The music is deafening. You feel its vibrations in your body as it sounds through the large blaring speakers, reaching every nook and cranny of the packed frat house. Mostly everyone is either completely hammered or slightly tipsy, singing their asses off to some loud song, grinding against each other’s sweaty bodies or slotting their lips with people as if their life depends on saliva swapping. 

It’s practically burning inside from all the body heat; you’re standing in a random corner, nursing a red solo cup in your hand, the cold liquid inside providing you relief as your eyes dart around, taking in the vibrant strobe lights and familiar faces you’ve seen around campus. Until one brunette catches your eyes, his honey orbs meeting yours just as yours make contact with his and his lips stretch into a radiant smile—and as much as you hate to admit it, even after the breakup, his curled lips still manage to make your heart burst at its seams, and make your breath hitch. He takes long strides towards you and your gut twists at the thought of meeting him after nearly a month, making a myriad of feelings surface—raged; over the fact that you had to encounter his stupidly gorgeous face at this party. Sorrow; over the fact that he’s the only man who had his hold wrapped around your heart like no other, someone who you can’t seem to move on from. Longing; you miss his muscular arms around you, you crave to taste his tender lips once more, and God do you despise yourself for it. 

Before you realise, Peter’s already standing closer to you, saying something you can’t hear over the booming sounds of the bass blasting in the house, so Peter’s not surprised to see the confused look etched on your face. He simply gestures outside, where you see a few people scattered among the garden, bottles surrounding them and you understand his indication. He wants you to come outside with him. You’re reluctant and Peter easily notices—he can read you like a book. 

“Please?” He mouths, and the desperation on his face makes you give in and you nod. He releases a breath caught in his throat at your answer and laces his fingers with yours without much thought, and you hold onto them—it being an action of muscle memory and he leads you outside, carefully navigating you from the sea of drunk college students. He manages to find a secluded corner by one of the trees in the garden. 

“Wild party, huh?” He says, chuckling, nodding his head towards the ongoing rage inside.

“Exactly the reason I’m wondering why you’re here,” You respond, your tone unintentionally clipped.

“Well ouch,” He says, and averts his gaze from you, and he pulls his hand away from your grasp, body stiffening, which makes you feel slightly remorseful.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just meant that this isn’t your usual scene,” You express genuinely apologetic, and that answer seems to satisfy Peter judging by the gentle upturning of his lips.

“Just was a little lonely is all,” He replies, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Your heart pangs at his response, reminiscing about all the Friday nights you’d spend cuddling together, lips locked until they’d become swollen and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ah, alright.” You mumble, wringing your hands together uncomfortably as the awkward silence blooms in the space between you two. 

It’s a few moments until Peter speaks again, calling out your name, gaining your attention, and the distance between you two is suddenly closer than you remember, your chests separated only by a small gap, his next words taking you aback.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?”

He only moves closer, foreheads touching and large palms caressing your cheeks. His lips graze yours gently, tentatively, as if he’s going to kiss you for the first time, waiting for your permission to let him taste the flavour of your lips. 

You’re broken up, you shouldn’t kiss. 

The scent of his coconut shampoo fills your senses, his cologne making you dizzy and you feel like this is where you’re meant to be…you succumb to his advances, connecting your lips with his silken, almost pillowy ones, warmth blooming in your chests. 

You only pull away when your lungs burn. Breathing heavy, your eyes are back on his softened chestnut ones—they almost seem to be glossy with tears.

“I hated that we couldn’t do this anymore for a month.” He mutters against the flesh of your lips, hands finding purchase around your waist. He knows your feelings run strong akin to his with the way he can hear your heart thumping in your chest. “Let me make it up to you tomorrow, picnic at the top of the Empire State…please?” 

“See you at 7, Spidey.” 

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taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his.

K I L L ME NOW wow

what about peter having to patch y/n up from a fight since it’s usually the other way around, theyre both sassy to eachother but its cute. maybe y/n beat off a mugger or something spider-man wouldve done

— did my best w this one, sorry if its suckie ):

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you’re sat on the edge of the bed, the hustle and bustle of queen’s, new york becoming nothing but muffled background noise as you and peter are both in your own little world of playing doctor. tonight the roles are switched — usually it’s you using only the gentlest touch, dabbing a soft, warm-watered face cloth over peter’s face to help clean him up and then opening a pack of hello kitty bandaids to cover any other trace of injury. but now it’s peter, beautiful brown eyes looking around your face with so much love, care and concern as his gentle palms use the washcloth to clean up the cut on your right cheek and bottom lip.

“you really shouldn’t have been there tonight, y/n/n. you could’ve gotten seriously hurt” peter speaks as you focus on the infinitesimal brown dots that litter his face, the moonlight making them more prominent. “yeah, i know...” you say quietly. “but hey, at least i got them distracted enough so you could take them down” peter sighs before dabbing the cloth against your lip one last time — you figure his own would be the perfect cure for this situation. “that’s not the point”

“pete, they literally had you pinned against the building. you could’ve been crushed or worse. and i’d really prefer if my boyfriend didn’t look like an early morning pancake”

“i mean hey, i think i’d be a pretty cute pancake,” you smile to yourself thinking you’ve made the situation lighthearted but peter shakes his head to get back on track. “y/n, don’t joke about this, this is serious” you look down at your carpeted floor, your face going back to a frown as you fidget with your fingers. “pete, i’m really sorry i worried you so much. i-i guess i was only thinking about how scared i was of losing you”

you didn’t have to guess in that moment — you knew how afraid you were that if you didn’t coax spidey’s current villain into playing a game of tag with you, you’d for sure lose the love of your life. and peter was too important for you to not take that risk. peter kneels down so he’s level with you, enchanting brown orbs looking into your own.

“you think i wasn’t scared, too? pretty girl, when i heard your lovely voice and felt the bad guy move off of me, my heart dropped,” you turn your gaze away from him. but he makes sure you absorb his next few words, taking his thumb and pointer finger and guiding your eyes back up to his. “i do appreciate that you stepped in to help your favourite superhero in your own little way,” you chuckle softly at his words and he’s happy he could light you back up again. “but maybe you could just call up some reinforcements next time? save your beloved boyfriend from having a heart attack?”

you giggle softly at the dork you’re so fully in love with, wrapping your arms around his neck, “will do, spidey” he leans up, putting his hands on your waist and getting the tips of your noses to touch, waiting for your next move. “pete?” you mutter barely above a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the moment. “hm?”

“think my lips still need a little healing...”

“you just leave that to me, beautiful...”

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I really really wish that I was one of those people that other people on tumblr actually paid attention to

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Soooo freakinggg hotttt <3 <3

Can he not look cute in one picture?

The hunk/womanizer character trope

Derek Morgan, Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo Junior, Luke Alvez, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bellamy Blake, Dean Winchester, Tony Stark

Omfg I love he’s a fan boi

ag! reader on her sweetener/tun tour with Tom in the Front row and She’s constantly interacting with him and talking/ holding hands stuff

Thank u!!!!

hope you like this ;) here’s a pic of the stage for reference (for my non-ari familiars) <3

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“Ladies and gentlemen,” You smile, adjusting the microphone that’s attached to your head. You glance down towards the front of the mosh pit where Tom is located, and you smile a little wider. “And Tom,” you add on quietly, sparking hundreds of screams and cheers. “Welcome to the Sweetener World Tour.”

As the first Act of the tour goes on, you sing your heart out during “bad idea” and “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored.” As you head backstage for an outfit change and a short interlude, you’re heading back up a bit earlier than usual, having rushed into your next costume so you could interact with the crowd a little more. No doubt, in less than two minutes, your band will be ready to start again, but for now, you enjoy the cheers of excitement that get louder the closer you get towards the front of the stage.

“Hi, everyone!” You say softly, sweetly, giggling into your microphone. You successfully make it to the end of the stage, pausing to gauge the crowd’s reaction and truly take in the sight before you. It’s beautiful, really. “Thank you all for coming. How’re we all doing tonight? We having fun?”

Screams of assurement go around and it’s enough to spark another giggle out of you. You lock eyes with Tom, and almost subconsciously, you walk over to the left side of the stage where he’s at the barrier, by a staircase that leads to the center of the mosh pit. There’s a platform in the middle of the pit where you will eventually perform later in the night, and Tom’s in practically one of the best seats in the entire stadium.

Realizing the space that’s set between the stage and the crowd, you decide to sit on the edge with your legs dangling down off the platform. The security guard moves to your side, watching your safety. You smile at him, reaching for Tom’s hand. He sports a blush, hand connecting with yours and interlacing your fingers.

“Hi, baby,” You say into the microphone. Murmured “aw’s” and cheers go around again. “Everyone say ‘hi’ to my baby, Tom.”

Tom scrunches his face up in that cute fashion, and you chuckle again, admiring his adorableness. Your fans comply, sending their greetings towards Tom, whose blush has grown a cosmic amount.

You pull the microphone away from your face for a brief moment, sending questions towards the Brit’s way. “You’re alright? Need anything? Water?”

He shakes his head with a gentle smile, body against the metal barrier that separates the two of you. “I’m alright. How’re you, Ms. Pop Star?”

You giggle again, this one making it through the speakers and echoing in the large venue. “‘M good.”

Glancing behind you, you realize you still have some time before you’re due on stage again, to sing, that is. Standing up, you send Tom a kiss, one he pretends to catch & pocket. The action catches the eye of a few people — and their cell phones. It’s on twitter in less than a minute.

“Oh-em-gee,” You smile, “We should take a selfie. Should we take a selfie?” You look to your front rowers, who nod enthusiastically, and you grab your cell phone from the crew member that conveniently brought it up for you. “Okay, okay, everyone smile.” You hold the phone up, with you in frame, and you snap a selfie of the entire stadium.

You spin around, walking back over to Tom and capturing a few pictures and videos with him, some of which happen to make it onto your Instagram story. Walking to the center of the stage, you hold your phone up, ready to record.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a video of you all. My sweet, babies, my lovely fans. Everyone get ready to scream.” You’re about to record when you stop, “Wait, should we scream something? Like a lyric?” You laugh into the microphone, a bit indecisive. “I’m a lost cause, honest to god.” You giggle again, something that makes Tom’s smile widen. You walk back over to him.

“Tommy? What should we say? Simultaneously, that is.”

He hums, and you scoot closer to the edge, shoving the pink microphone towards his lips. He chuckles and the microphone catches it, sending it through the speakers. You giggle again.

“Maybe… god is a woman?”

“Ooo,” you bring the mic back, sending Tom another kiss before standing upright. “What do we think? Is that aesthetic enough?”

After a few beats of supportive cheering, you hold up your phone again. “Everyone say ‘god is a woman’ on three, ready? One… two… three!”

It’s a magnificent sight, what you get. The joint voices of your fans goes through your ears, sending shivers up your spines and tingles down your arms. Goosebumps rise on your arm while you end the recording. “Honest to god… honest to god knock me out. That was the coolest fucking thing ever.”

The crowd laughs, something you can hear clearly, and when you turn around, you realize your band is back and ready for action.

“Back to the show, babies,” You frown enthusiastically before running towards Scotty, your choreographer. You hand him your phone while the intro to “R.E.M.” begins.

“Love you, Tommy,” You slip out.

This song is to be done on the floor, alone while the backdrops and digital designs take over and stun the crowd to a high level of impression.

All the while, you’re singing while making eye contact with your London boy. Tom’s silently singing along — a rare occasion for him to sing in public where anyone can record him and upload it.

“Last night,” you sing, “When I was asleep… boy I met you, yuh.” You chuckle, cutely, into the mic again. When the lyric pops up, you can’t help but smirk. “Excuse me, Tom.” You replace the ‘uhm’ with your sweet boyfriend’s name, turning the mic towards the audience for them to finish the lyrics.

The night goes on like that. During “NASA,” you gather, with your dancers, around the edge of the looped stage, holding hands with the fans. When you perform “everytime” on the platform in the center of the pit, you grab Tom’s hand while passing the small set of stairs he’s located by. You do it every time, making sure to at least get a sliver of his fingers. It makes his heart giddy, fills his stomach with butterflies, and makes his eyes love the sight of you even more.

“Before we end tonight,” You pant into the mic, having just performed a song & dance right before the ending act — thank u, next. “I just wanna say, thank you so much for coming, for being here, for supporting me, for listening to my music and being here. Especially thank you to Tom,” You turn to him with your lip jutted out a bit, smiling through an exhale. “For being my number one supporter for all the days and, hopefully, the many more to come. I hope you enjoy this last one,” You smile. “We’ll be right back for ‘thank u, next.’” You smile again, nodding and waving.

You catch sight of Tom, who’s looking at you with such a loving expression that you can’t help yourself. Your feet move before your brain can protest, and you’re running towards the stairs, leaning over the railing just a bit. You’re on the third step, pulling Tom in for a kiss you couldn’t wait for. Slightly, you can sense people are recording, and you smile into the kiss. Tom has to stop himself from moaning aloud.

“See you soon,” you whisper before running off with your backup dancers, finding your way backstage for one final time this night.

THIS TOM. Being completely ENTHRALLED with her face. Just too much I am in love. And the Sam content as well 😭😭

The Sweet Spot || Tom Holland Smut

chef!reader x actor!tom — smut.

summary ↠ life is good with sam holland as your best friend. together, you own and manage london’s newest up-and-coming restaurant: the sweet spot. it’s just an added bonus that his brother happens to be incredibly attractive… ↠ chef!reader, best friend’s brother au. warnings ↠ the general angst that comes with a forbidden romance, some swearing, a lot of food, food prep + booze, and it gets steamy. this fic is nsfw 18+ (extended smut warnings below cut), but is otherwise very gentle! word count ↠ 22.5k. a/n ↠ I watched a gordon ramsay video called ‘how to skin and debone a fish’ about twenty times in prep for this fic despite being a vegetarian lmao, pls appreciate my hard work gfdhgfhdg. this story took me a sickening amount of time to write, and I really hope you’ll like it! a huge thank you to @cali-holland​ for being a legend and editing this for me. sammy, you are my saviour, thanks for being better at grammar than me + sharing your very amusing pain-med-induced reactions with me. ily <3 +++ additional thank yous to all the anons who suggested plot points for this! I wish I could credit you better, but just know that I would’ve never written this without half the ideas that were sent in. I loved being able to integrate some of the concepts into this story, and I hope that you enjoy it! 

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