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tinyyoungblood · 4 years

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quarantine madness | t.h

summary: you knew quarantine with tom was going to drive you both nuts, but now he wants to reenact a scene from age of ultron and possibly break his back, and you’re ready to punch harry for going live on instagram to share his brother’s misery with the world

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: just fluff

requested by: @shythingstudentdragon

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Thud.

“Y/N, are you awake?” A deep voice whispered.

You rubbed your throbbing temple and stared dizzily at the mop of brown curls. “I just body slammed the floor. Do you really think I could’ve slept through that?” He grinned cheekily and pulled you back up, but the simple motion made your head spin, and he was quick to steady you.

“Careful,” he said. You let out a paltry grunt and collapsed back onto the couch. Harry glanced at you for a moment before darting to the kitchen while muttering jumbled words under his breath. From afar, tiny exciting paws reverberated against the hardwood floor and you forced your eyes open to greet the precious bundle of joy.

To your luck, Harry had opened the blinds to the living room, allowing sharp sunlight to flood what once used to be the comfort of a dark cave. You almost hissed. Pitch-black eyes were jumping up and down in front of you and you were quick to scoop Tessa into your arms.

“Hey, baby,” you cooed. “Did you get here all by yourself?”

A snort sounded from the side, and your eyes flitted to a warm smile leaning against the doorframe.

“She did. She’s a big girl now. In fact, she drove us over all by herself, right, love?”

The couch dipped as Sam sat beside you to pet Tessa as she frantically whipped her head from side to side as if to wholeheartedly agree. A chuckle slipped from Sam’s lips before his gaze locked with yours. Concern crossed his eyes.

“Y/n.” He licked his lips tentatively. “I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, but you—”

“You look like shit.”

Harrison entered the room and crossed his arms with a look of disapproval and worry on his face.

Bemusedly drawing your brows together, you cocked your head and listened to the footsteps coming from the kitchen. “Is Twain also going to pop out of nowhere? How did you guys even come in?”

Silently walking over, Harry handed you a glass of water, his blank stare never wavering as you chucked the liquid.

“Spare key.”

Harry took the glass from you and placed it on the coffee table. “And Twain’s coming over later. Thought we might check in on you guys. See if you’re still alive.”

“It definitely doesn’t small alive in here,” Harrison said, grimacing.

Someone had opened the windows, and you had to admit it was nice to breathe crisp clean air again. Cowering under their worried looks, you crossed your legs and glanced at the clock on the wall. How was it already three o’clock?

“Okay, maybe quarantine got a bit over our heads,” you said and picked up a sock from the armrest. “But it’s not like we’ve gotten completely insane. We’ve just been…wasting away.”

Sam eyed the towering stack of Blue-Rays on the coffee table and a teasing grin swiped over his lips. “Wasting away with a movie marathon, I’m assuming?”

You smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “Not much else to do around here.”

Stretching your limbs with a gratifying sigh, you placed Tessa on Sam’s lap and stood up. “I’m hitting the shower, guys. Make yourself at home.” You gestured spiritlessly and patted Harry’s shoulder on your way out. Just as you stepped over the threshold, you spun around and stared at Haz’s leaning figure. “Where’s Tom?”

“Would you look at that.” He laughed, his crystal blue eyes loosening up from the stern gaze. “It only took you five minutes to remember your boyfriend’s existence. And they say romance is dead.”

Swatting his arm with a mock scowl, you looked around the living room and then spared a glance into the hall. “Seriously, we fell asleep on the couch together. Where is he?”

As if on cue, a loud thud bellowed from above, and your eyes widened. You had already turned on your heel and dashed upstairs before anyone could answer. The door to the office room fell open and you gawked at the sight ahead.

Tom was sprawled underneath the long velvet sofa, holding it up with both arms. He lowered it with a heavy grunt, and lifted it again with an even heavier grunt. He seemed to be deeply entranced in his action, not even taking notice of the footsteps nearing him until they stopped right by his side.

Stopping mid-action, he looked up and beamed at you. “Hello, darlimg.”

“Hi, love,” you said, amusedly. “Busy?”

“Uhm.” His eyes flickered to the sofa. “You could say that.”

“Just one question, Tommy.��

“Go ahead.”

“Why?”

Tom blinked at you. “What do you mean why? You know why.”

He was quick to scoot out from underneath, jump on his feet, and stand in front of you with the faintest scowl plastered on his face. You racked your hand through your tangled hair. “But I don’t. Should I know?”

His mouth fell open. “Yes. Yes, you should. You were there.” Your face remained expressionless. “Yesterday? When we watched the Age of Ultron scene on Clint’s farm?” Nothing. He groaned. “When Steve and Tony had an argument and Steve ripped that log in half, and you bet I could never do that?”

Finally, realisation crossed your mind. “Tom, I was half-asleep during that part. At that point, I was just mouthing gibberish,” you reasoned and laughed lightly, but it died down the second you realised Tom was not fining any trace of humor in this conversation. “You know I didn’t mean it, right?”

Vibrant blue caught your attention and your eyes flitted across the room to a blue yoga mat in the middle of the floor. “Oh no.” You groaned and let your head fall into your palms. “You’re going to rip a log in half?”

Your question was muffled, but Tom caught it and nodded proudly when you met his gaze again.

“You could seriously injure yourself, you know that?” He hummed and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek before wandering over to the mat.

“For instance, you could get a splinter and die of blood loss.”

Again, he hummed while lowering himself to the ground, starting with slow pushups.

“And you would die before Spider-Man 3 was filmed and the whole world would just explode in chaos.”

“Yes, love. You’re right,” he said in between pushups and you sighed.

“You’re going to do it. You’re going to rip a log in half. I’m dating a maniac.” You threw your hands up and spun around when Tom hummed again, stopping what he was doing to lock eyes with you.

“I think the others are right. We’ve gone insane,” he said.

You nodded and hugged yourself as your giggle settled into a soft smile. Your expression melted at the sheer sight of your boyfriend making a complete fool of himself merely to prove his point. A second later you noted that he still managed to look too attractive for his own good.

Your eyes trailed the lines of his back muscles, screaming to tear his tight gym shirt in half, and down to his prominent bicep, flexing with each movement. Knowing there was no point in trying to persuade your competitive dork of a boyfriend, you left the room to take a much-needed shower.

The rest of the day went smoothly. As planned, Twain stopped by and together with the boys, you had managed to have a nice afternoon consisting of board games and trivial chatter. It was nice to be surrounded by other humans again, and you appreciated their company.

But what you appreciated a little less was Tom’s sudden spur of insanity. It’s been almost four hours and the guy didn’t find it in himself to stop preparing for what he had now titled the “Big Reveal”.

He was everywhere and nowhere. When you couldn’t find him plank in the middle of the living room, he was probably doing sit-ups on the staircase. At some point, you and the others had just accepted his new maniacal hyperfixation.

It was the kitchen encounter at 7.25 PM when you had finally found the courage to ask him the godforsaken question. It wasn’t by choice, really, but rather a lost bet with the others.

You were attempting casualty, maneuvering around his body to snatch a random bowl from the kitchen counter like it was the most normal thing—stirring air with a fork. Tom was currently doing pull-ups and you watched for a moment how his arms flexed and sweat glistened across the skin of his forehead.

“You alright, love?” His voice pulled you out of your trance and you shuffled on your feet.

Clearing your throat, you spotted the tiniest hint of a smirk revealing itself on his lips, and your eyes narrowed. “I’m good, thank you,” you snapped and rounded his body to stand in front of him. “You ready for the Big Reveal?” The words made you grin inevitably, but Tom didn’t notice. He plopped to the floor and beamed at you.

“I think so.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ready to regret yesterday’s words, love?”

───

“Wait, I didn’t agree to go live. Harry, no.” Tom’s warning fell on deaf ears as his brother simply grinned at him. He held up his phone and filmed the two of you with the back camera.

“Too late,” he mouthed and you were left with no other choice than to wave awkwardly.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to this very much unplanned Instagram Live.” He doted a mock glare in Harry’s direction and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his side.

“Some of you might already know, but this is my lovely girlfriend Y/N. Trust me, she’s usually not this stiff.” Tom poked your side and flashed you a toothy grin. Playfully gasping, you leaned forward and spoke to the camera.

“Hi, guys.” You smiled. “Some of you might already know, but this is Tom. Our not-so-friendly neighbourhood psychopath.”

The boys snickered. You winked at the camera while Tom chuckled next to you. It was infectious and never failed to make you smile and feel at ease, so you continued your role as a moderator. After you had explained the absurdity of the situation and gestured to the provisional log standing representatively on the grass, it was time.

Stepping backward, you watched as Tom confidently, but with a certain waver of caution, picked up the log to examine it. A fleeting shimmer of doubt crossed his eyes but it was gone with the blink of an eye.

It seemed like the whole of London had agreed to stand still. There was only the sound of your droning heartbeat that filled your ears. The others had frozen completely. Even Tessa watched curiously.

Tom’s eyes flicked to yours and back to the camera. “If I break my back, you know who to sue.” He laughed heartily when you swatted his arm with a gasp.

“Just do it, Holland.”

And then it happened.

Gripping both sides of the log, Tom tugged at the piece of wood until it ripped down slowly in the middle and tore apart only a second later.

The yard exploded with noise.

The boys shouted, yelled, and cheered while running across the grass. Harry whipped from left to right like an excited child, trying to capture every moment.

Only you stayed put on the spot, your eyes flitting across the yard to the big ax stuck in another log. You cracked a private smile. It seemed as if only Tessa had caught on, and you winked at her knowingly. Your gaze wandered back to Tom and Haz who were both standing in front of Harry and talking to the phone.

“He might have lost his mind, but not this bet and never his fashion sense,” Harrison said proudly into the camera and Tom showered in glory.

Coming down from his blistering high, he turned around and his gaze landed on you. With a broadening smile, he was quickly by your side and smothering your cheek with tiny kisses.

“Thank you.” Kiss. “For doubting me.” Kiss. “I would’ve never made it if it weren’t for you.” Kiss. Harry came closer with his phone and you jokingly pushed Tom away, feigning a disgusted face.

“Move over, man. I don’t like you that much.”

The others laughed, and Tom leaned in, his warm breath fawning over your face as he chuckled. Lifting your chin with his hand, he guided your lips to his and captured them in a kiss.

“Get a room, mate!” Sam shouted from across the garden.

“There are children watching!” Harrison hissed.

You pulled back from the kiss and rolled your eyes at their quarrel, smiling. Unwrapping yourself from Tom’s embrace, you stepped back and gave the camera a two-finger-wave. “Alright, enough PDA. It was great to talk to you all.”

Just as you had turned around, a hand curled around your wrist and pulled you back.

“Not without me.” Tom leaned in again, nose bumping, and a dreamy smile hanging onto his lips. You huffed, but your grin betrayed you.

“Fine,” you said.

Tom pecked your lips and pulled away, hugging you even closer. He flashed you a cheeky smile and said, “But I’m not going, so neither are you.”

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can’t believe i’m back. it’s only been like what? four years? :’) hope you liked this one! thanks for reading <3

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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wanted to make a proper request but was drawing a blank so maybe katsuki or izuku comforting their darlimg, maybe after kidnapping them or they're just big sad cause, mmmm deppresion™

I’m not complicated. I see the names ‘Katsuki and Izuku’ in the same ask, I write a BakuDeku/Reader fic. Y’all know I can’t control myself.

TW: Drowning, Suffocation, and Physical Intimidation.

You hated it when you were alone with Izuku.

Most of the time, you were left to your own devices. Even after deciding you simply weren’t strong enough to live by yourself, neither faltered in their Hero Work. Having one home for more than a few hours was rare, and there’d have to be a miracle for both of your captors to be seen in the same room. However, with your recent… bad behavior, they’d started taking more time off to better ‘care for you’, as they put it in hushed conversations. Katsuki was out for the day, leaving you in the caring arms of your more affectionate kidnapper, the boy currently running his fingers through your hair as you curled into yourself, the water around you far too warm. Bathing you was his favorite thing to do, judging from how often you were left stripped and soaking wet. You didn’t bother trying to refuse, anymore.

You didn’t bother doing much of anything, anymore.

Izuku hummed as he worked, calloused hands rubbing at your shoulders, brushing over your spine every now and then. Every second of contact only led to your legs being pushed further into your chest, your body becoming a smaller ball, as much to hide from Izuku as it was to comfort yourself. You would’ve foregone it completely if you could’ve, but the alternative was showering with Katsuki, when he came home. Your skin was still raw from the last time you’d assumed he would be a better alternative.

“Are you listening, sweetheart?” The nickname caught your attention, if only because such a reaction had been deeply ingrained into you. You hadn’t been, you tried not to, but you nodded regardless. He seemed frustrated, furrowing his brow as his hand found its way to your neck, tracing circles into sensitive skin. “Well, what was I talking about?” He asked. You went tense reflexively, failing to answer, prompting a sigh from Izuku. “That’s what I thought. We talked about lying, didn’t we?”

Again, you didn’t reply, already bracing yourself from the blow that was sure to follow Izuku’s disappointment.

But, the pain never came, Izuku only frowning and shaking his head, like a teacher too tired to properly lecture a student. That might’ve been what was so defeating about him. Katsuki would yell and scream and react, but your actions didn’t have a point around Izuku. If he acknowledged you, it was only to reassure you that he didn’t respect you, only rolling his eyes or laughing or acting like beating at a barred window until your knuckles bled was nothing more than another tantrum. Just the thought of his unfazed disregard, how he’d hardly flinch when you attack him, the way he could get so violent without dropping that love-sick, psychotic grin… You could only go still, closing your eyes and burying your face in your knees.

“Kacchan and I love you so much,” He started, his voice dripping with too much sympathy to be believable. Sweet, but bitterly so. Disgustingly so. “And we’d do anything for you, I promise. You’re our soulmate! We’d die for you, if it made you happy.” There was a pause, Izuku leaning down, kissing the top of your head. He didn’t pull away before he continued. “But, you’re making Kacchan very unhappy.”

You felt his fingers rooting themselves in your hair, but you didn’t have time to move before you were being pulled away from your self-made shelter, Izuku dragging your torso out of the water before you were shoved downward. There wasn’t a spare second to prepare yourself or fight back or inhale before you couldn’t breathe, the water flooding into your open mouth and the soap burning at your eyes, your tears disappearing as soon as they formed. You scratched at smooth tile, attempting to find something, anything to latch onto, but just as quickly as you were shoved below the surface, Izuku released you. You jerked into an upright position, ignoring the fire in your lungs to focus on coughing up the water in your throat. Crying wasn’t an option anymore, you were sobbing, Izuku cooing comfortingly and leaning forward, supporting his weight on your shoulders. If he noticed your sniffling, your red eyes, your panting, he didn’t seem to care, only nuzzling against your back as you began to tremble.

“You know how much it hurts me to see one of the lights of my life so miserable, don’t you?” He was smiling, now, taunt lips pressed against your scalp. “I really like it when we all get along, and now, I have to watch my Kacchan try not to lose his temper whenever you push him away. Kacchan worries about you so often… sometimes, he doesn’t even seem to remember this isn’t his fault!”

You grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at the porcelain in front of you. “This is his fau-”

This time, Izuku didn’t hold himself back, his nails digging into your shoulders, your forehead nearly colliding with the bottom of the bathtub. Your heart seemed to beat twice as fast, your vision twice as blurry and the brief moment passed twice as slowly, Izuku only letting you up when you went limp, and even then, he made sure to guide you every step of the way. He chuckled as you leaned against the back wall, clinging to the tub’s side like a lifeline, despite how easily both of you know he could tear you away from it. Messy hair was brushed away from your face with gentle hands, a peck planting itself on the bridge of your nose, but the sensation was numb.

Everything was numb.

“I’ve tried to talk some sense into him, but Kacchan doesn’t believe me. He thinks we have to ‘give you space’ and ‘deal with it’, even when I know you’d hate that.” Izuku spoke slowly, taking you by the forearm and pulling you to your feet, only standing after he’d had a chance to scan over your body, his gaze much too intense to mean anything good. You didn’t dare move, staring at the ground and willing yourself not to collapse. Still, Izuku had to catch you as your knees buckled, his arm remaining around your waist even after you’d stabilized yourself. “And you would hate that, right? Don’t you want to be closer to us?”

You almost nodded, catching yourself as Izuku’s expression faltered. “Right, Midoriya. I do.”

“Perfect! You won’t have a problem with telling him that, then! We can do it together… in a few hours, when you aren’t so irrational.” He tugged you closer, encouraging you to slump into his chest. You were tired, at that point, exhausted. The idea of giving-in and just allowing Izuku to dress you and carry you and love you was tempting, but you knew Izuku better than that. You knew both of them better than that.

And even if you didn’t, the way he looked at you was more than telling.

“He’ll need an apology, too. Just a little something to make Kacchan sure you love us.”

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