#tom holland crack fic

[the-underthinker]

The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts.

MINI SERIES

Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow

Description: Peter thinks you don’t have what it takes to complete a simple dare. You decide to prove the young spider-ling wrong, which leads you both to face some tough consequences.

Pairings: Enhanced!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Warnings: idiocy, randomness, crack, humor, a bit of angst maybe? (barely any tho). A whole lot of spelling errors and grammar mistakes, oops. 

- divider credits to @promenadewithme-graphics​​

You’re screwed.

You’re screwed.

You’re screwed.

You are so extremely, incredibly screwed.

You were never one to hold on to regrets, but after the stunt you just pulled your starting to feel them creeping in like the consequences of someone who was lactose intolerant. Dread filled in the pit of your stomach, and anxiety seeped through your veins.

Dammit, you had dreams, and goals you’ve been too lazy to commit to. Now—now you held no future of completing them. All because your dumb ass just had to royally piss off one of the most dangerous, most lethal, most deadly human beings on this planet. 

Natasha Romanoff.

God, this was all Peters fault. This was the last time you’d involve yourself with that raunchy-ass looking Charlotte’s-web wannabe’s activities. Sure it was a dare, and who were you to pussy out on one—that’s right, never. Although, you knew you should’ve listened to your gut the moment those words left Peter’s mouth instead of allowing him to egg you on with his proclamations of calling you a “chicken”, as he proceeded to flap his wings like one whilst he waddled in a circle. 

You and your damn pride.

You wheezed out a harsh exhale as you threw the door into the common room open, ignoring whoever it was in front of you and shoving them to the side roughly. Only the glimpse of the familiar logo of Midtown High gave you a hint to who it could be. You grumbled in annoyance at the sound of Peters sequels of surprise. You would deal with him later, if Nat didn’t get to you first that is.

“Move!” You screamed, side-stepping sweet little Morgan who was sat coloring at the coffee table, causing you to swiftly jump over the couch right over Tony’s head from where he sat with his daughter, as he clutched his pearls tightly to his chest. You then swerved right past Wanda who screeched in terror as she jumped into Vision’s arms as he wore a look of confusion at the madness that was occurring.

It was like you could see a hope of light up ahead, your source of freedom that lead into the parking garage and to your car that would take you far away from the compound, and hopefully to the airport to never be seen again was only a few feet away. You just needed to reach the door that led to the staircase and you would finally get your liberation at last. 

“Mama ain’t dying today,” you whispered to yourself, as you ran straight towards the exit. Going as far as lunging straight towards the door.

Alas, it was all a dream because all to soon you were falling quickly and back into reality as you fell hard into a solid figure.

“What the hell!” The muffled voice of the person below you wailed, quickly shoving you to the side as they groaned in pain.

You mumbled a few curse words under your breath as you attempted to stand on shaky legs. There was no time to waste as you needed to escape fast, time was of the essence. So, with wide eyes and wobbly knees you began to speed walk like an old lady would towards the clearance section of her favorite craft store, and dashed straight to the exit. 

“Whoa there,” Steve said, grabbing onto your shoulders as he attempted to steady you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? You just sumo-slammed Sam, and your walking like a new born giraffe, what’s got you in such a rush?” He questioned, concern flickering in his eyes.

You felt a rush of dizziness flutter through you as you held on to Steve’s forearms tightly. Other days you would of pretended to feel a little ill just a while longer so that you’d be able to cop a feel of his toned arms, but unfortunately Nat was on a killing spree, so you sadly made the decision to feel up Captain America another time when your schedule was clear.

Steve on the other hand, was concerned. Your crazy eyes and the way you tightened your grip on his arms freaked him out tremendously. Slowly he began to hold you at arms length, reminding himself just how feral you can really be sometimes. 

The corners of your lips twitched in amusement as you tried not to cackle at Steve’s facial expression. Preventing your death by a short red-headed assassin was number one on your to-list at the moment, and you were reminded that there was simply no time to waste. You needed to run, and you needed to leave now. Slapping away Steve’s grubby hands that did well to help you stay balanced, you began waddling away towards the exit. 

Before you could take another step forward Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him once again. 

“Y/n, you cannot just barge into the common room and push and shove your way through, wrestle-mania Sam into the ground, and then hobble away like an old lady as if you didn’t just abuse us with your cane. Now, what is the meaning of all this?” Steve demanded, his Captain America voice slipping past those luscious lips of his. Why do men get everything, and they don’t even deserve it.

You huffed in annoyance, as your heart continued to beat erratically. Your eyes darted back and forth all around the room as you looked for the one person who was missing from this equation. Knowing Steve, he was too stubborn to let you off the hook without an explanation, so with a swollen forehead and blurry eyes you began to give him the spark notes. 

“Look, I can’t really go into detail right now because my life is quite literally on the line-,” Steve only rolled his eyes at your exaggeration because this wasn’t the first time you’ve said this exact phrase before.

“-but I may have tinkered with Nat’s hair products, and she may, or may not resemble something similar to Morgan’s drawings.”

As if on queue, everyone’s head turned towards Morgan’s drawings that were sprawled all along the coffee table. Watching in curiosity as she drew a bunch of scribbled hearts around other shapes that were unidentifiable. 

“Not that one,” Y/n said, wincing slightly as you redirected them. “The one to the left.”

There on the coffee table laid a masterpiece (Tony’s words, no one else’s) of assorted colors, and shapes. A colorful kaleidoscope that was supposed to resemble Lucky, the Barton’s new dog designed in a way that was completely unrecognizable. He was a “rainbow unicorn puppy” (Morgan’s words, not her’s). Y/n could now admit that Morgan really was like Picasso in a sense, because she was certainly inspired to create her own disaster of a masterpiece as well.

Peter and Sam cackled loudly in the background as they both leaned on the back of the couch to hold themselves up. Struggling to breathe as they could only wonder what the damage could be to Nat’s hair.

Tony, who was sat near Morgan on the floor only smirked as he shook his head in amusement along with Wanda and Vision.

Poor Steve only pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered a not so discreet “why me?”, all while shaking his head in disappointment.

You huffed in annoyance as you brought your attention back to Steve, impatiently waiting for him to dismiss you. “Now I don’t know what the fuc-”

“Language!” You only rolled your eyes as he continued to glare down at you in disappointment.

“Seriously? You watched me kill someone like, yesterday.”

“A little murder is no excuse to start talking inappropriately in front of a child,” he stated, flickering his eyes towards Morgan who quietly sang to herself, stuck in her own little world.

“Speaking of murder,” It was a voice like silk velvet, a smooth and delicate sound that rung in Y/n’s ears. It was a voice so dangerously beautiful that the melody of it alone could pierce through a terrified soul, and strike at it so easily, ending it once and for all. 

Gulping, Y/n turned around slowly as she clenched her fists tightly to her sides. Her bottom lip quivered in fear as she took in the image that was Natasha Romanoff herself. 

“I cant believe you actually did it!” Peter screeched, his eyes were wide in mirth as he let his gaze travel all over Nat’s menacing figure.

Her once ruby red hair that shined bright when hit by the sun just right was nothing but a muddy mess of prismatic hues. You couldn’t tell where the neon green started, and where the lavender strands ended. The collar of her shirt was soaked by the tips of her hair that were still wet from the shower she hurried out of once she realized her predicament.

As the others muffled their chuckles behind the palms of their hands, Sam and Peter decided to risk their own lives and explode with laughter right behind her. Nat stood in front of Y/n lighting her up like a fire to a puddle of gasoline with the glare she was producing. A look so intimidating that it could send even the devil back into the depths of hell all while he shivered in his boots begging for forgiveness.

Y/n believed herself to be a strong willed individual. Someone of great strength and certainly not shy from the bloodshed that came with being an enhanced being. In all her life, and with all that she has encountered; whether that be the torture of those scientist that injected some sort of fluid into her veins day in and day out with chemicals upon chemicals until she was nothing but bruised and bloodied, and from side effects that ranged between night sweats to the voices that spoke through her mind whispering words and secrets that made her wish she could turn it all off, nothing in this world; Alien, nor God could terrify her more than Natasha herself.

See Natasha wan’t the type to get revenge, no--she was the type to make sure she got even.

That was one thing she made sure to promise even her worst enemies, and Y/n knew then and there that Nat would make sure she would prevail in her mission.

****

“Why is he making those sounds?” Vision questioned, staring intently at the salty tear drops that leaked from Sam’s eyes from his view on the couch right beside Wanda and the others.

“It’s called crying, Vis,” Wanda said, letting out a small giggle that was muffled by the palm of her hand.

“What does ‘crying’ mean?” Vision asked, his android-looking-doe eyes gazing questionably at the red-headed Scarlet Witch.

“It’s how humans express their emotions; such as distress, sadness, and even joy.” Wanda said, smiling lovingly up at Vision as she reached for his hand to squeeze.

Vision smiled, satisfied with the information on humans that he was obtaining. Moving his gaze back towards the three delinquents (Steve’s words) that were subjected to Natasha’s wrath, he cocked his head to the side as he gazed back down at Sam who was sat on the floor of the common room in front of him. 

“That is very...interesting.” He stated, “how do we make it stop?” 

Sam only glared back at vision with puffy eyes as snot began to dribble down and out his nose.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me, Y/n was the one who did the prank on you, not me!” Sam whined as he proceeded to be held down by Nat as she forcibly shaved his head with the buzzing razor that was clutched in her fist tightly.

The other two idiots who began this whole escapade were currently tied from top to bottom in a strong wire that Nat had produced out of nowhere after she cornered Y/n in the kitchen. Which wasn’t as easy as she anticipated because she had to chase her for another fifty minutes before finally lunging at her when she tripped on air.

Peter and Sam were to busy laughing their asses off to see Nat drag Y/n into the middle of the living room with a devious smile on her face. Y/n sat there with a defeated look and her chin against her chest as she finally came to terms with her consequences. Eventually Nat was able to sneak up behind both Peter and Sam and grab them by the ears and hold them down as they screamed in panic. She then began flipping a coin to determine who would be the first to get their hair shaved off completely as payment. All while the rest of the Avengers began taking their seats to enjoy the show, even passing along some drinks and snacks that Tony went to grab for them as Morgan sat on his lap sipping on a cherry flavored juice box.

“I know I should be scared for my life right now, but surprisingly I’m pretty calm. I was actually debating shaving my head earlier to be honest.” Peter said, as he sat criss-cross-applesauce  with his arms zip-tied behind his back as he watched Nat struggle a bit to hold Sam down. 

“That’s because you were having another breakdown Pete. It happens when you have crippling anxiety,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her best friend. It wasn’t the first time he debated doing it before either. Peter only shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head in agreement as he muttered a small ‘true’.

Y/n sighed heavily as she watched Sam scream at his own reflection in the mirror that was hung against the hallway wall. Nat only smiled evilly as she grabbed Y/n and dragged her to the center of the room.

“Please Nat, you don’t have to do this. You can always dye your hair back, this—this is permanent.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’ll grow back,” Tony said, as he crunched loudly on his popcorn, smirk evident behind buttery lips. Y/n glared at the man in front of her as she felt Nat pull her hair loose front the bun it was in.

“The only thing I can give you Y/n, is my undying hatred at this very moment.” Nat whispered in her ear, causing everyone to shiver slightly in their seats.

Peter let out a small squeak of fear at Natasha's words, his eyes were wide as he finally registered the part he played in all this.

“I think I just peed a little.”

#the avengers #crack fic #enhanced!reader x avengers #fluff #marvel #humor #found family #these guys are idiots fr #fic #tom holland #peterparker #steve rogers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #vision #natasha romanoff #pranks #Masterlist #The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts #Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow

[remarcely]

How To Cover For Your Vigilante Classmate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44812882

Outside, down the street, there was a totally inconspicuous black van parked up on the curb, right outside the bank. Anyone else, like the pedestrians walking past the van without a second glance, might have brushed it off and paid the car little thought. Not Peter. If the little buzz was to be trusted- and after all the dodged knives and bullets it was only fair to put his faith in it- it was trouble. He stared at the van- no logos or dents, and the license plate was blocked by another car.

“Uh, Peter?”

He jumped and landed butt-first on the floor, looking up to see a confused Ned standing above him.

“Ned!” He whisper-shouted and beckoned for him to crouch down too “Someone’s about to rob the bank across the street! You’ve got to cover for me, man.”

“What?” Ned whispered back and lightly whacked Peter in the shoulder “Are you kidding me? The last time for you I got detention for like a week!”

“No one told you to tell the librarian you were watching porn, my guy, that was all you.” Peter glanced back to the window. A guy, dressed in casual clothes, sunglasses and baseball cap pulled down to cover his face in shadow, was leaned up against the van. His hands were in his pockets and he glanced up at the bank ever few seconds, eyeing the security inside “I’ve got to go, man, I’ll be like ten- maybe fifteen minutes max.”

“What are we whispering about?” MJ jumped up close behind, her sneakers stomping on the ground, and smirked when the boys flinched and Ned joined Peter on the floor.

“Peter needs us to cover for him because someone’s trying to rob a bank.”

“Say no more.” She grinned and walked away; no further explanation needed.

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#marvel #spiderman #MCU #mcu fanfic rec #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #ned leeds #michelle jones #peter parker #tom holland peter parker #crack fic #archive of our own

[sarahs-secrets2]

She's got a boyfriend anyway... (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Hiii this is my first ever fic/drabble on Tumblr! Once upon a time, I wrote a social media tom holland fic on Wattpad (its so bad I swear), but the Phillip Graves brain rot is so strong (you've prob seen me in a TikTok comment section thirsting), and this idea I've had has been consuming me so I decided to finally write it! Any feedback is appreciated <3

Loosely based on t1975 song Sex!

gn! with mentions of a boyfriend throughout story (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, SEXUAL TENSION, cheating, light nsfw, pet names

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“Yeah it's been alright here so far, ready to go home though,” you spoke into the phone with your back leaned up on the dresser in your room at the Shadow’s base which was basically in the middle of nowhere, you couldn’t remember the name and the jet lag wasn't helping.

As the voice on the phone droned on, you instinctively started to pace around the room, now reaching for a frame of you and your boyfriend, who happened to be the voice that just sounded muffled to you now as you examined the picture like it was the first time you had seen it. The photo was taken about a year ago, it was a cute selfie from some date after dinner, a half-assed smile snuck onto your face as you recalled the memory. The framed photo was a going away gift from your boyfriend as you were whisked away on another secret Shadow’s mission. 

“You still there?”, his voice cut through your thoughts, setting down the photo and leaning back onto the dresser resuming your previous position. “Yup, just tired as hell,” you felt bad for not being able to uphold a conversation but it was hard being in different time zones, he couldn't blame you for that, could he?

Trying to bring your focus back onto the conversation, a knock on the half-cracked door made you jump as you peered over to see who it was. 

Phillip Graves, your commander. 

The Shadow Company, after being with them for 4 years, at that point had become your second family. Working your way up through the ranks you slowly became Graves' second in command. Between the two of you, there were always some unspoken feelings, but they needed to stay that way. You had a boyfriend, a boyfriend of 3 years, a boyfriend who you loved. At least that's what Graves had to tell himself so he wouldn't continue to obsess over the idea of being with you, in really any capacity. You had always inadvertently flirted with Phillip, it was just your nature, and he was easy on the eyes. “Me or him”, Phillip always asked, part jokingly, part serious, which he would never admit. He didn't have to specify you knew what he meant. “I can’t answer that Graves and you know it,”. It’s what you said every time. 

Graves waved at you from the doorway, he had taken the pleasure of swinging the once-cracked door, all the way open. He had a tendency for ignoring signs of privacy. Still, on the phone you lifted your index finger up, signaling for him to wait, you were about done with your boyfriend anyways. 

“Yeah, love you too, talk soon”, clicking the phone off, and standing up off the dresser you walked over to greet the commander now in your room. You hated that you were looking forward to talking to Graves more than your boyfriend. 

“Was that the old ball and chain?”Graves knew how to piss you off. “Seems you're jealous you don’t have someone to have phone sex with, Commander” winking back at him, you were in a mood tonight. Graves' face winced like he had been injured, playing into your quip. “Sweetheart, I don’t need phone sex, I can get some here whenever I want,” taking steps towards you, instinctively you walked backward trying to avoid him getting closer. The way he spoke with his southern drawl made your face hot if you could stop it you would. You weren't supposed to feel like this towards another man. 

“How is he?” 

You knew Graves didn't care, he wanted you to think he cared. “He’s fine, all the same back home”.

“You miss him?” 

This one took you by surprise, because honestly you didn't, and you were a shit girlfriend for it, maybe it was the job that distracted you, maybe the lack of sleep, or maybe the handsome commander standing in front of you that made you forget about your “old ball and chain” back home. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder darling, at least that's what mama always tol’ me”, you had noticed his accent got stronger when talking about home, something about a southern boy and his mom. The disapproving look you gave Phillip hinted he probably shouldn't push, some internal battle he shouldn't prod at. 

“What made you come in here in the first place, Graves? Just to see how my boyfriend is, I know how fond of him you are”, Graves scoffed, “I don't even remember anymore,” his hands went up in defeat, “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah”, a soft smile crept along his face and he started to turn out of your room. 

“Wait, Phillip!” trying to grab his attention before he disappeared down the barrack hallways, “Do you have a spare shirt, the rookies messed up laundry so I haven't been able to do anything yet and I need something to sleep in ''. This shouldn't have been an awkward question, you both were comfortable enough with sharing clothes and it wasn't new for either of you to help out the other. This time felt wrong though, you felt shy and almost dirty asking your commander for a shirt to sleep in, was it too intimate?

“Follow me, you can pick out your favorite”, he held your door open signaling you to lead the way to his room. The air felt different, something was different between the two of you, you just couldn't put your finger on it. By the time you reached his room, a pit formed in your stomach, playing it off as you leaned next to the door waiting for Phillip to unlock it. 

“Top drawer on the right, pick a comfy one”, Graves relished in the idea of you wearing his shirt. He felt like he had won this unspoken battle between him and your boyfriend, he didn't bother to ever learn his name, it wasn't important. 

Rifling through the drawers you found a worn gray cotton polo undershirt, holding it up in the mirror, it looked perfectly oversized. “I think I found a winner,” you turned to face him still holding it up, “What do you think?”

“I think you took my favorite one”, Graves' hands went to his heart like he was in pain, a fake frown painted his face, making you laugh. “Go ahead and try it on sweetheart, make sure it fits the way you like before you head back,”

“No peeking Graves” you walked towards the bed with your back to Phillip, stripping off your previous top, and slipping the new gray one on. Turning to face Graves, who was now leaning on top of his desk in the corner of the room. 

“C’mere, let me see how it looks' ', you could feel his eyes on you as you walked towards him, immediately feeling shy, you shouldn't be feeling like this.

You have a boyfriend at home 

Maybe if you kept telling yourself this, the butterflies in your stomach from Phillip would go away. 

His hand outstretched to you as you reached him, still leaning on the desk, he raised your hand above your head, “Let's see it, darling,” as he slowly spun you around to take in a full view. You could feel your heart rate rising, something was different tonight, the causal flirting all of a sudden held so much more weight between the two of you. “Looks better on you than me, I’ll tell you that”, Phillip was chuckling to himself as he took both of your hands in his, pulling you in between his legs. 

“What are we doing here Phillip?” 

“Whatever you want to do '', he said it so matter of fact it almost made you sick, was this cheating? You felt dizzy, bringing your hands to your commander's shoulders to balance yourself, his hands went to your waist as he pulled you closer. 

Your hands slowly made their way up to his face, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Graves could feel your internal battle as you took in every detail on his face, a finger tracing his scar while he watched you. 

“Look we don't-”, you didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence as you pulled him into you, pressing your lips to his. Both of you acting like it was your last kiss on Earth, feverishly pulling at each other for more. Graves stood up from his previous leaning on the desk, still connected to your lips, directing you towards the bed.

Fisting at Graves' shirt as you pulled his top off, and slipped the one you had borrowed a mere minutes ago off as well to match his current clothing situation. He towered over you in the bed, connecting to your neck, which was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. Your hands found their way to Phillip’s hair as he continued to mark you as his, even though you weren't. 

The guilt set in as you realized what was happening. You were a cheater, it made your stomach hurt thinking about it. Phillip sensed a shift.

“What's wrong, doll?”

“I have a boyfriend, I shouldn't be doing this' ', you said barely above a whisper, sitting up and looking around to make sure this wasn't a dream. “Hey, hey, it's alright, we don't have to do anything,” Phillip gave you a sincere smile, it only made you feel better for a second. 

The worst part was you wanted him, but couldn't. 

“You got a boyfriend anyway… I shouldn't have pushed it '', Graves was now sitting off the edge of the bed, putting his discarded shirt back on. “Don’t blame yourself, I wanted it just as bad”, punching his shoulder lightly hoping to lighten the mood. A small smile was thrown your way in return. 

Graves stood up from the bed, bending down to grab the borrowed shirt and tossed it over to you. “Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”, he was leaving the door open for you, he was willing to wait. “Yeah I should probably end it, I feel like shit”, the borrowed shirt now back on as you sat on the edge of the bed where Phillip once was.

“Can I stay here tonight, I don't want to be alone,” glancing up at him, hoping he would say yes, it would be too embarrassing if he said no, especially at this point. “Of course sweetheart, whatever you want to do”, his hand snaked around the back of your head and pulled you towards him, placing a small kiss on the top of your forehead. “I'll go get you an extra blanket,”

Graves came back motioning you to lie down as he covered you in the blanket he had found and then slipped into the bed next to you. “Thank you, Phillip, I really appreciate it,” you were now facing him in the bed. His hand moved to brush some hair out of your face, “Anytime, get some rest I take it you got some things to take care of tomorrow”. 

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Part 2!

Thank you for reading! There's def room for a part 2 if anyone wants it!

#phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #warren kole #phillip graves #graves x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #Spotify

[workingbynyx]

— nyx's inbox !

Hey there! I'm a bit new to fic writing but i figured it would be nice to try it out here on tumblr so here i am! My name is Nyx and I'll be sharing my works here <3

I decided to open an inbox for requests (if ever), but please do note that i won't be able to create every submission—i lead a busy life and tend to get a lot on my plate so i apologize in advance, but i will try my best anyway to post and write something ^^

refer below the border if you got anything in mind!

☕ genres/topics I do

Fluff

Romantic

Crack

Mystery

Rom-com

Angst (still getting the hang of it)

Found family

‼ genres/topics I don't do

Smut (not comfy for me to write 😭🙏🏻)

Pedoph!lia

Abuse

Mentions of r4pe

And basically any inhumane thing being romanticized

As for characters and fandoms, I'm mostly open for Marvel and DC! But i'm still an average fan of both so I do have some limitations when it comes to requesting certain characters, i want to make sure that they're accurate in my works as possible so below are the characters i listed that i can surely make something out of :)

Marvel

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker/Spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Spiderwoman (Gwen Stacy)

Druig

Kate Bishop

Spiderpunk (Hobie Brown)

Spiderman 2099 (Miguel O'Hara)

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

DC

quick note that i normally write mostly for the (teen) titans !

Dick Grayson

Gar Logan

Rachel Roth

Jason Todd

Kory Anders (Koriand'r)

Dawn Granger

Tim Drake

Donna Troy

Connor Kent

As for the pairings, i usually try to keep it gender neutral as possible so all interested readers are able to enjoy the fic no matter what! But i will gladly attempt and do any pairings as for requests :D

And speaking of requests, I do have a small system to make it easier for me to access submissions—so if you have an idea in mind and want to send something in, kindly use the format below <3

📸 || (write here your plots, thoughts, or ideas!)

🫂 || (write here the pairings and genre!)

✍ || (format of your choice; oneshot, imagine, or a full fic!)

That's all for now! I look forward to any of your submissions, i'll do my best in giving out the best content i can possibly make in my free time—until then, this has been nyx 🌙

#🔓 nyx's inbox ! #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Peter Protection Protocol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50578777 by JAWorley "The hell?" Knife guy breathes. He looks at Tony, and then back at the suit. Ned can hear the wheels spinning in his mind. If I have Iron Man, then who is in the suit? There’s silence for a second, then another. Everyone waits with baited breath until Peter’s tinny voice comes out of the suit. “Give me back my Tony.” OR Peter’s class barely makes it in the door to Stark Industries for their field trip when they find themselves in a hostage situation. Peter and Ned know exactly what they have to do to save Mr. Stark from the bad guys. A short fic that’s supposed to be fun and easy to read. Not crack, just fun. Minor angst near the end. Words: 9644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Unrelated Field Trip Fics Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Flash Thompson, Roger Harrington (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, (gone wrong), Peter is a little bit of a badass, Ned is too, Flash is a minor jerk, Hostage Situations, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks, Tony Stark Feels, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Irondad, Iron Dad, spider son, spiderson, spider kid read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50578777

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[sammurphy3]

Came across a TikTok about how we should go back to shipping rare pairs and crack ships and it sent me back to all the weird pairings I used to ship back in middle school/early high school. For reference I read every possible fic on ao3 and Wattpad for:

1) Stiles Stilinski x Peter Parker (specifically Andrew Garfield)

2) Tony Stark x Dean Winchester

3) Harley Keener x Peter Parker (Tom Hollands)

4) Kevin Ryan x Javier Esposito

5) Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton

#javier esposito #jon huertas #kevin ryan #Seamus dever #castle tv show #peter parker #andrew garfield #Tom holland #harley keener #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #Hawkeye #clint barton #winter soldier #the winter soldier #james barnes #Bucky Barnes #shipping #rarepair #crack ship

[userholland]

getaway town | one (t. holland)

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

series summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he’s met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

warnings: drinking alcohol, the brits naturally swearing, cocky!tom (?), celebrity relationship drama mention, reader being very domestic!

word count: 4.3k

songs inspired: this love & i know places by taylor swift

a/n: i hope this first chapter hits. to start, i usually do loaded word counts but im gonna pace myself and do smaller word counts and more chapters! so, four chapters isn't the max. but, it's a bit sad in the beginning, but it's just to establish tom's life and then compare it to what happens later. thought a summer fic could be a little nice for the little content happening rn. always appreciate the love ♡

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Tom was burnt out. 

His loss of inspiration and motivation in his acting had dimmed the spark that once shined in his presence, on and off screen. Once he dreamed of a full-on, Hollywood life, but now that he’s gotten a taste of it, Tom wanted to take a few steps back.

He missed home, but people knew his neighborhood. He missed his friends, but that was at the cost of being photographed as soon as he touched down in LA or any big city. He missed having days to himself where he didn’t worry about what he was seeing or who he was seen with.

“You need to go on a vacation, mate.” His friend, Harrison, insisted.

Tom scoffed, “I can’t. Anywhere I go, I have someone ask me for a picture. Then, saying ‘no’ makes me the dickhead and if I say ‘yes’ that means people know where I am.”

“A famous person’s Catch-22.” Harrison jeered.

A small smirk painted on Tom’s thin lips. He twisted the dented beer cap on the glass top of the kitchen table, his bright brown eyes admiring the paintings and abstract artwork hung on the walls of the house rented for him while filming. Production ended a week ago, but the rental was nice enough to stay a few days without having to wake up at the crack of dawn for shooting or working out.

At least the neighbor’s tried to mind their business, but it was hard to when a gigantic, black SUV pulled up in front of the house for almost two months– Tom out there long enough for them to snap a picture through their drapes of their front windows.

Tom took another sip of his beer (fourth beer of the night), “I’m just in a slump. Maybe, I’m homesick and that’s it. I need to go home and I’ll stay for as long as I can then, I’ll be back and ready to work, I guess.”

He said it with such false hope, almost wishing he sounded this good when met with angsty roles he portrayed in his movies.

“Alright, well. I hate to hear you so down, mate. But, once you’re here, we’ll go out somewhere. A calm, cool night with the boys.”

“I doubt that.” Tom muttered, taking a long chug. 

Tom tilted his head back as he finished his fourth beer, already contemplating another just to get through another night. These days, he would only toss and turn in unfamiliar guest sheets only to finally take a peak through his dry eyes open to painfully see the sun peaking over the horizon.

He never could burden anyone with how he truly felt, not even his family. He feared all he would get is, “You need to take a break”. While that may have been reassuring to others, Tom wanted to keep going. He didn’t want to give in on these feelings that sometimes got him through his long days on set.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” Harrison told him.

Tom nodded, “Looking forward to it.” He trailed before hanging up.

Another long sigh left his lips. He put his phone on the charge before grabbing another beer from the fridge. Without hesitation, Tom popped the cap off the ale as he moved back to his same, comfortable spot on the huge couch.

He placed the bottle cap on the table in exchange of taking the remote and turning on some mindless TV show that he could doze off to. His homesickness sunk into his body just as he starting sinking into the soft couch.

♡ ♡ ♡

A week later, Tom was back in London and his presence was more than known since he touched down at Heathrow. It was expected of him to think that no matter where he went that people would know him, but he tried to not let it go to his head at the same time. The gray line between humble and egotistical.

Tom was met with hugs from his whole family, luckily all in the same place at one time, and even bigger, bear hugs from his friends he hadn’t seen in a few months. Even if the occasional phone accidently flashed a picture, Tom thoroughly enjoyed going out and tried to soak it up while he could.

“When do you head back?” Harrison asked, sat facing Tom in the booth of the small pub.

“Two days. But, it’s been nice.” Tom replied, but his eyes connected to Tessa, who was laying against his lap and licking at his hand for more pets on her head, “You were right, I needed to get out of my head, be somewhere familiar… especially with my Tess.” Tom cooed at the gray dog nuzzling her face against his hand.

“Hmm.” Harrison mumbled, the brightness of his photo screen lighting up his eyes.

“Are you even listening to me?” Tom trailed.

“I am… and look.” Harrison turned his phone toward Tom’s face.

On the screen were rental houses, many colors, shapes and sizes, all in the upstate New York area– far enough from the city to call it a different place in the same state.

“Your getaway. Well, sort of getaway. I’m sure your manager can figure out something because you don’t have to film your other movie until the end of the year.” Harrison suggested.

The more Tom scrolled down, the bigger the picture he painted for himself of relaxing at a lakehouse with only birds to wake up to and a calm front with ducks to stare at through whatever window. A smile grew on his face without even knowing. This was a great idea (but he wasn’t going to admit that to Harrison just yet).

“It’s nice.” Tom shrugged, reverting back to a straight face, “But, I’ll see.”

Harrison still smiled, “You know you want to. Just a month, even two weeks. Bring Tess, throw a ball. I don’t know, I’m rambling now, but you get what I mean.” He said as he took his phone back.

As Tom twisted his lips in contemplation, his heart was set on a definite ‘yes’. It almost baffled him that he didn’t come up with the idea, but he only realized that he hadn’t taken a well-deserved back in almost two years.

“‘I’ll see’ or ‘Harrison, you’re right, and you are the best friend anyone could have’?” The dirty-blonde mocked, teasing his tired friend.

Tom chuckled, “I’ll see, you dickhead.”

When Tom left the comfort of the local bar, with Tessa on her leash, he couldn’t help but be anxious once he was alone. It’s not because the streets weren’t well-lit or the neighborhood was bad, but he would take a second glance if a car passed with tinted windows. 

He could have called a cab, a van, even ask for his chauffeur for his safety, but Tom wanted to feel normal and not the superstar actor persona his fans romanticized and admired. Anyone would say he’s ungrateful for his own fame and not understand who wouldn’t want to be famous, so Tom closed himself off from venting about it. Especially his manager, Georgina.

Once he walked into her office, she gave him a big, cheeky smile, “What’re you doing here so late?”

Tessa walked up to Georgina’s legs, sitting before getting pet on her soft head.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Tom trailed, coiling the leash around his hand out of nervousness.

“About?” She cocked her eyebrow.

“A vacation… possibly.”

She glanced back up at the curly-haired brunette, “Now? You’ve just shot an entire movie and now you want to Spain or Italy?”

“I was thinking something more secluded and private. I saw some places and I can pay the expenses is all, now I need the okay from you… and the rest of the team.” Tom trailed, sitting in one of the two lounge chairs in front of her desk.

“Tommy,” She sighed, “You know I’d love to, but we’re on a schedule with your movie in post-production. The PR team and I have spoken and we have dates, destinations, interviews. It’s all a lot. Even you sat in those meetings.” She carefully explained, “Plus we booked earlier interviews since your breakup with Tate and-”

“I understand, but…” Tom interrupted from the sting in his heart, “I work… everyday. I’ve never taken a long break before and honestly, those meetings about me and my whole life bore me to death. I want at least a month to think for myself and not transition from whatever character I’m playing or what diet I have to adjust to.” He huffed.

Georgina saw the glassiness in Tom’s brown eyes, keeping a genuine tone and maintaining eye contact. Sometimes she was never sure when Tom was in a dramatic mood to get what he wanted, but she’s never doubted him and his gut.

“It comes with the title of being a superstar. What else do you want me to say?” She sighed, but feeling for him, “Especially right now when you’re under a microscope because of what happened with you and-”

“Three weeks at least?” Tom cut her off before she could barely speak her name again, “I’ll arrange anything I need to, but no telling the press I’m leaving. Please…”

She didn’t want to admit Tom had been acting different lately. Snobby but tired was the words she thought of, but would never say out loud. That bright and shiny 21-year-old seemed more than ages ago– he was just worn down.

“Let’s talk in the morning while I figure out how to move your schedule tonight. Consider it a favor.” Georgina sat up in her office chair, and already swiping open her iPad to see what is possible.

Tom cracked a cheeky smile, “You’re the best, Georgina.”

“You didn’t have to tell me that.” She waved at him as he began to exit with Tessa.

♡ ♡ ♡

Flashing lights and consistent, actually annoying, cameras clicking from every which way. Tom kept is dark sunglasses on, tilting his worn Yankees cap down to avoid the blinding view. He could barely see where he was going if his two security guards weren’t leading by each side of him, safely taking him to his rental SUV in the front of the airport terminal.

Tessa was taken by someone else, guiding her from the back to avoid the crowd hovering over her or possibly stepping on one of her paws. Tom kept looking over his shoulder ot see if she was there, but frankly, he wanted to keep going the more this crowd was closing in on him.

I’m not gonna miss this, Tom thought.

Once he was escorted to the driver’s seat, Tessa crawled up to the passenger’s seat as two or three men put his luggage in the back. The reporters and cameramen hoarded on the right side of the car, pushing their lenses and microphones against the window and continued asking their nosey & directed questions.

After all the car doors were closed and locked, Tom carefully drove off without another glance and merged into the airport exit lane. Suddenly, the noise around the car was quiet and the low volume of the radio was clear.

“Alright, Tess. Next stop, Lake Moonlit.” He sighed, rubbing the top of Tessa’s head then tapping the address on the large touch screen.

The GPS calculated that Tom (and Tessa) would be at his rental in four and a half hours. He sighed, but figured he could listen to those ‘mind-blowing’ podcasts and audiobooks his friends recommended. If anything, he was more worried about backing out by the time he got halfway there.

Tom couldn’t deal with his thoughts, so he reached out and turned the knob to increase the volume of whatever song his phone left off on from the plane. As the clouds moved from the sun, he grabbed his sunglasses in the side of his backpack then adjusted his cap low. The further from the city, the better.

Bright-green foliage swayed in the wind and birds flew past the blue skies an hour into the drive. The day was almost perfect to be on a lake, away from the loud noises of the city, and white-lights of paparazzis.

As Tom felt his troubles already pass him by the higher he drove on the land, his ears popping the more hills he curved until seeing only gravel roads. The sunroof was wide open, letting the fresh air flow through the car and sun warm Tom’s skin. Tom turned to see Tessa panting with her head out the window, making him genuinely smile (in a while).

There were some sharp slopes until the woods cleared and there was a beautiful lake with the winding road around the outside. The lake houses had some distance between them, so Tom wasn’t worried about any neighbors from an earshot away. Nice, and private. As he kept driving, there were docks where people fished and floating houses that were probably owned by locals.

The cars tires ran over dirt and gravel, creating a small dust trail behind Tom before he pulled into the driveway of his rental house. Tall, voluminous trees surrounded the sides of the quaint, dark-green house along with a clear view of the lake behind the back. Tessa barked a few times before the car came to a stop and Tom put the car into park, letting out a long breath after a long drive.

Tom unpacked the car, one piece of luggage at a time, including his cased guitar. The wrap around porch had rocking chairs and log stumps as small tables, giving it the forestry aesthetic to compliment the lakehouse.

Tessa ran in the house first, Tom placing the bags by the front door but his eyes immediately met with the huge glass window that viewed Lake Moonlit. The backyard had a nice firepit with four red adirondack chairs around it and a shiny grill a few feet away. It was pointed in the direction of the lake, a glorious reflection that had the illusion of going for miles. 

The kayaks and paddleboards by the dock were dry as bone, a bit faint to show that they were commonly used for anyone who rented this house. It was obvious this was a family-like rental, probably for summer holidays or even a wedding weekend, but here Tom stood, content with being with himself and his pup. Surely, the house wasn’t too big to consume his thoughts.

“Tess, I think we’re gonna be okay here.” He grinned at the gray staffy by his leg. His eyes shifted to a stick next to his foot, reaching down and throwing it a few feet away. Tessa took off in an energetic sprint to get the small branch, running right back to Tom and dropping it by his foot. He couldn’t help but smile so big, enough to hurt his cheeks.

♡ ♡ ♡

As the evening sun was setting, Tom’s stomach growled for the fifth time for him to know he was actually hungry. Stopping by a grocery store would have been smart, but he was too focused on getting to the house for it to cross his mind earlier.

Like anyone would, he searched up ‘places to eat’ on his Google Maps. It takes a while with the slow service in the wooded area, but finally it shows up with miraculously three places– two of them being more than fifteen miles away.

“Shit.” He scrunched his nose, leaning forward in the adirondack chair.

He zoomed in on the closest place, seeing it was only less than a mile away, but had no reviews or even pictures. All the location said was ‘Lila’s Shack’ and the address.

Hopefully it’s not some fishing shack, He worried. But, it couldn’t hurt to drive around the area he would staying in for at least a month.

Just as Tom was going to put in the directions to the shack, Harrison’s name popped up from the top of his phone. It was a link to an article then a text bubble saying, “They’re already on your ass. Hope you’re enjoying it out there.” 

Tom hesitantly pressed the article, and he immediately clenched his jaw at the title: Tom Holland Burnt Out? 26-year-old takes a break from acting, hiatus or forever?! 

He breezed through the first two or three background-filled paragraphs before seeing the one that stuck out. There were mentions and photos of Tom with alcohol beverages in hand, taken to make it look like he was more drunk than he actual was in them. Then, the photos that followed were of his previous relationship that ended up in a public fight, all captured in high definition. 

The words underneath said: “The heated break-up with singer, Tate Leon, in France last September. While it was not confirmed or denied who ended the relationship, Holland could still be upset about it. You can totally tell from this picture of them arguing outside a private restaurant.”

Tom cringed at the photo of himself, his arms spread out and the vein poking from his neck. The anger he felt was real, but he wish he didn’t have to be reminded of the breakup that was still an open wound. This article was purely more salt rubbing deep into it.

“Tate Leon, famous Australian pop-singer, was seen alone back in Queensland last week. Is that where Holland is heading to on his ‘hiatus’?” The last line read.

When he didn’t think the article was bad, the anonymous comments were worse.

Wow, I used to like Tom’s Spider-man. Sounds like a real jerk to me.

Attention seeker!

Such a drama king lol will never think highly of him again…

Tom exited the page before his blood boiled hotter, remembering that this trip was for him to unwind and forget about the tabloids about what people thought of his life.

“C’mhere, Tess.” Tom sighed, closing his phone before leashing Tessa. She guided him to the door, making him smile once more before they got to the car. Although this market was a quick jog, Tom wanted to make sure he wasn’t going somewhere sketchy.

A beautiful, orange tint reflected against the lake as Tom drove down the road. Tessa curled up in the passenger seat and Tom ran his hand over his head with his other on the steering wheel. With the windows opened, all Tom felt was the wind through his hair and the chirps of grasshoppers– pure bliss.

Just around the corner was the shack, and it wasn’t the shack he pictured at all. This was a small house converted into a small market. There were colorful potted flowers by the double doors of the entrance and light-gray stones covering, what is assumed to be, the parking lot. 

Only one small car was parked and the lake behind it showed the small sailboats and canoes going by, mostly little kids cheering in the distance. Tom watched them race each other, hearing their belly laughs echo throughout the area. 

“Stay here, Tess. I’ll be a minute.” He said to the adorable pup with her window down.

He lowered his ballcap when he stepped out of his car, obviously a lavish vehicle that stuck out compared to the setting. When Tom walked to the open doors, he could hear the rocks smove under his sneakers. The sign before entering was homemade, but obviously drawn by a child. It was bright colors by crayon that said in sloppy writing: Lake Moonlit! Population: 126”

“Shit…” Tom said under his breath. He knew he was definitely laying low.

A small bell rings above him when he opens the door, but no one greeted him immediately. Tom began walking around the small three aisles there were in the small store. The shelves were lower than his shoulders, seeing the view of the lake through the back doors to an outdoor, floating porch.

First, he grabbed chocolate. A sweet he rarely had, but the occasion seemed necessary. Then, he reached the two big bags of chips, one kettle and the other barbeque. Then, he remembered why he was here: to actually have dinner. As he looked through the shelves of ingredients, none of them stuck out to him until there was a variety of instant noodles in one section.

“Come in for snacks, sailors!” A voice shouted outside.

Tom lifted his head, but still didn’t see anyone around him. He continued to browse, grabbing a hand-held shopping cart by the end of the shelf and filling it with noodles.

Suddenly, at least ten kids ran into the store and headed to the one refrigerator in the back of the store. Tom’s head slowly turned at them, watching all the kids grab sodas and fruit from the basket by the door.

“Everyone has a ride home, right?”

“Yes, Y/N.” They all simultaneously responded to the soft voice.

“Good, now. Get home before it gets dark.”

Tom chuckled as he watched the kids, all different sizes and heights, leave out the door and they grab their bikes from the side of the store. As they ride away, Tom slowly walked up to the counter and he couldn’t help but gawk a bit at the girl behind the counter.

“Hi! Sorry, I’m the store owner but also part-time babysitter. Not many jobs to find in this town.” You giggled, pressing some buttons on the register to make sure it was in tact.

“No worries. Seems like fun.” Tom grinned as he put the food on the counter.

“Ah, I assume you’re visiting. Judging the stack of ramen.” You nodded.

Tom sighed, “You would be correct.”

You scanned one of them before looking up, “What’s your name, stranger?” You asked with bright eyes.

Tom almost took the question as a joke. Did you know who he was and were you pulling at his strings purposefully? Was this some kind of test at his ego?

He smiled, “Uh, I’m Tom.”

“Hmm. Nice to meet you, Tom. I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out.

Tom nodded, gently shaking your hand before you scanned the rest of his items. Although you were looking down at the barcodes, Tom’s eyes were on you and still wondering if you were testing him.

“You know, there’s a good restaurant. It’s a bit higher on the mountain, but best seafood you can get around here. Honestly, imagining you going back to your house with just noodles and chips worries me.” You sighed, humoring him a bit.

“Well, I could use a bit of a guide around here. Unless there’s a guy for that.”

“Oddly enough, we don’t have a guy for that since everyone in this town is born here and you learn where everything is from your parents or grandparents.”

“So, it really is a small town?” Tom asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Very. Like those ones on TV shows where they’re small enough that weird things start happening in them.” You grinned as you put his food in the plastic bags.

“Like Twin Peaks.” Tom commented, showing a small sile.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You… you don’t know twin peaks?” He nervously asked.

You giggled, “Messing with you. I watched it growing up with my grandpa. But, don’t ask me about all this media now. I don’t like keeping up with those things. Seems all dramatic.” You shrugged, totaling the cost of his purchases.

“Tell me about it.”

He hoped he didn’t sound smug, so he smiled it of again.

The tourists you were used to were mostly older couples, or people who were fresh from a wedding and on their honeymoon. Not many handsome strangers walked through those doors, so it felt like a chance to flirt and have a quick fling– but you didn’t want to set the expectations that high.

After Tom gave you the money, you gave him change then the two of you walked out with bags in your arms. He gulped before asking, “So… this restaurant. Is it popular? Are there a lot of people?” 

“Not really when you have less than two-hundred people here. It’s not really our tourist season so, as peaceful as the lake.” You assured him, smiling at his dog with her head out the window, “Aw! Is this your dog?”

“Tessa.” Tom smiled as he put the bags in the backseat. You placed them down too as Tom opened the passenger door, letting Tessa meet you and lick your hand and arm. Tessa’s tail wagged so quickly, panting and giving small barks to you.

“Nice to meet you, Tess.” You giggled, rubbing your hands over her soft fur.

“Are dogs allowed to this place?” Tom hissed, putting his hands in his pockets.

You nodded, “Of course. Encouraged, probably.” You kneeled down to pet Tessa some more, “Do you need an address or you think you want to be adventurous?” You jeered.

Tom sighed, “Well, better idea, you can show me where it is and I can treat you to a meal.”

Although it would blow his cover, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who treated him like he was any other guy. There was a warmness about you that instantly attracted him, even before you striked a conversation, he watched you walk through the doors with the sunset behind your profile.

“I’d love to, Tom the Tourist.” 

He chuckled, “Clever. How’d you come up with that?”

For once, Tom didn’t feel like he was acting. This was who he was. Even at the cost of stripping his own identity. It seemed worth it right now.

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[alyswritings]

Ice Cream Fixes Everything

Request: hii i was wondering if you could do a tomhollandxteensister where she’s around 13-14 and she’s gone out with her friends and they start picking on her so hides she somewhere kinda crying, she calls him to come pick her up and they go out together and get ice cream or something? i LOVEE your fics btww <33

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Tom tries to cheer his little sister up.

Warnings: mean friends, mentions of getting made fun of

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry it took a bit of time to get out. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is out with her friends, the group going to see a movie and are now at the mall. Y/N expected it to be a good day, but her friends' comments and the subtle icing her out, proved to make the day bad.

Whenever Y/N tries to join the conversation, they all shoot her comment down or pretend they didn't even hear her. Not to mention the insults constantly thrown her way.

"Where should we eat?" Brittany asks.

"Ooh! There's a really good sushi place a couple blocks down." Emma informs.

"Yes! I vote sushi." Allison agrees.

"Uh... is there, um, none sushi stuff at the place?" Y/N asks, nervously scratching the back of her neck.

"Of course not, dummy." Emma laughs.

"Well, it's just... you know, I-I'm allergic to fish and stuff." Y/N reminds them.

"Just suck it up. You'll be fine." Brittany insists.

"No, no, I'm-- I'm severely allergic. My throat swells up and I can't breathe." Y/N says.

"Okay, so just get some water and stop being a little bitch about it. Besides, you could afford to lose some weight anyway." Brittany says, patting Y/N's cheek. The other three girls laugh.

"Mm, yeah, you could use a diet." Allison says, pinching Y/N's stomach, the Holland girl almost immediately backing away.

Y/N feels her eyes sting, but she pushes them back.

"I'm, uh... I saw a cute pair of shoes a few stores back, so, uh... I'm-- I'm gonna go back and look at 'em. I'll, uh, I'll catch up with you guys." Y/N says.

"Okay, whatever." Emma mumbles, paying more attention to her phone.

Y/N nods, quickly walking off. The tears return to her eyes and she tries to keep them in, but a few manage to escape. Y/N hastily wipes them away, rushing outside and looking around, finding a bench that's in the corner and sitting on it.

Y/N gets her phone out and debates which family member to call, finally deciding on one, and putting the phone to her ear and listening to the ring.

"What's up?" Tom's voice comes through.

"Tommy?" Y/N sniffles.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. What's wrong?" Tom asks, worry in his voice.

"Can you come get me?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, of course. Where are you?" Tom asks and Y/N hears the jingle of keys in the background.

"The mall." Y/N says, her voice cracking as she finds it harder to hold her tears back.

"Okay. Okay, I'm on my way." Tom assures. "Do you want me to--" His question is cut off as Y/N hangs up on him, letting out quiet sobs.

- - -

After Tom finds a parking spot and makes his way to the front doors, he spots Y/N on a bench, her legs pulled to her chest, and tear stains on her cheeks.

Tom rushes over, kneeling in front of her.

"Hey." He gently calls, getting the girl's attention. Y/N uses the sleeve of her jacket to wipe her cheeks and gets up, Tom standing up as well. "You all right?"

"I'm fine. Where's the car?" Y/N asks.

"You called me crying. You're still crying. That's not fine." Tom says.

"I'm fine. Can we just go now?" Y/N says, sniffing.

"Okay." Tom nods, his voice quiet. He puts a comforting hand on her back, leading her to where he parked the car. Tom unlocks it and opens the door for her. She gets in, Tom shutting the door and he rushes to the driver's side, getting in.

"You wanna talk about it?" Tom asks.

"No." Y/N immediately answers.

"Are you hurt?" Tom asks, earning a look from Y/N, the girl motioning to the tear streaks. "I meant physically."

"No." Y/N mumbles, looking back down at her lap.

"You sure you don't want to talk?" Tom asks.

"Yes, Thomas." Y/N snaps.

"Okay. Sorry." Tom mutters. He puts the car in drive, leaving the parking lot.

Y/N doesn't pay attention to where he's driving, just assuming he's going home. She looks up when he parks, finding them in front of an ice cream shop.

"What are we doing?" Y/N asks.

"Getting ice cream." Tom states.

"It's November." Y/N retorts.

"Well, no matter the season, ice cream fixes everything." Tom states, brushing her cheek with his knuckle, the girl shying away from his touch. "Come on."

"I don't want to." Y/N sighs.

"Come on, darling. When do you ever turn down ice cream?" Tom asks.

"It's just gonna make me fatter and uglier." Y/N grumbles quietly making Tom frown.

"Okay. Nope." Tom gets out of the car, going to her side and opening the door. "Out."

"No." She rejects.

Tom unbuckles her and grabs her hand, dragging her out of the car.

"Hey. Look at me." Tom cups her face, the teenager forced to make eye contact. "You aren't fat or ugly. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. And you're smart and kind and funny and compassionate. Whoever said whatever does not know what they're talking about."

"Come on, it's Tommy. You know you can tell me anything." Tom tells her, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. His gentle tone seems to set Y/N over the edge, the young girl breaking into sobs.

"I hate them." She cries.

Y/N falls into Tom who immediately hugs her, her sobs muffled by his jacket. Tom whispers reassurances in her ear, stroking her hair, keeping a tight hold on her. He looks up, seeing a few people glancing in their direction.

"You wanna get back in the car?" Tom quietly asks, planting a kiss on Y/N's head. She nods and Tom opens the back door. He lets her slide in before getting in next to her, shutting and locking the doors.

Tom immediately brings Y/N back into a hug, silently comforting her while she cries.

After a while, Y/N's now simply sniffling and stray tears still escape. Her head is resting on Tom's chest, his arms wrapped securely around her, one hand on her back, the other gently massaging her scalp.

"They're mean." Y/N declares, finally deciding to open up. She sits up, pulling away from Tom, but he softly rubs her arm as comfort. "They just... they spent the whole day avoiding me. And if they weren't avoiding me, they were making fun of me. My clothes, my weight, my laugh, my nose, my entire personality."

"Well, they're idiots. Like I said you're smart, beautiful, inside and out, and kind. And a million other good attributes. Your laugh is sweet. You are completely perfect in your own way." Tom tells her, tapping her nose with his free hand. "They're shitheads for making you feel like that. And they're not true friends either. Friends wouldn't make you feel that way."

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles.

"Promise me you'll get new friends. It's better to be lonely than to be around a bunch of fakes. And you can't be that lonely, you have four brothers." Tom says making Y/N let out a watery giggle which causes him to smile.

"You want me to go get the ice cream and we can eat it in here?" Tom asks and Y/N nods. Tom kisses her on the forehead before getting out and going into the ice cream shop.

After about ten minutes, Tom walks out, two cups of ice cream in his hands. He opens the door and gets in, giving Y/N her ice cream.

The two spent their time enjoying the ice cream and talking about anything that would get Y/N's mind off of her "friends".

"You feel better?" Tom asks as they're back in the front seats and Tom is getting ready to drive home.

"Mm-hmm." Y/N nods.

"See? Told you ice cream fixes everything."

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#tom holland #tom holland x sister reader #tom holland x sister!reader #holland!sister

[ohnococo]

I’d like to argue this: as a 28 year old with rickety bones that crack everytime I’m on top and dating a 30 year old wearing a sleep apnea mask….age is no longer about chronological experience but specific traits and I absolutely would accept the youngin’s calling Nanami and Geto and Gojo dilfs 😭

Oh absolutely, I’m early 30s and have had a recurring shoulder problem and crackling knees since my teens.

And as for the dilf classification, you can be a teenager and have a baby lmao so that’s variable. Whenever we get the “older man 😍/age gap” talk about a late 20s nanami tho I remember we Are Nawt the same ages which is fine but I always think of that “dilfs” cake where there’s, like, Tom holland and timothee chalamet on there 😭

It’s all fiction though and heightened in its own way, but I prefer a little realism so the “older man dilf” fics don’t always hit the way I want them to. Which is why I can write my own tbf lmao. I like soft bodies, wrinkles, saggy balls, not being able to get it up .2 seconds later.

#it’s all preference #you’re right tho #cococs #💛 anon #💛 asks

[chrisevansdaughter]

hiiii AGAINNNNN, i have a request for chris evans x readerrrr

where reader is onset with chris in the winter solider, just so so so many bloopers of nat, bucky and him and reader together!

just completely fluffy but also a crack fic or headcanon😭

Bloopers on set

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Paring: Chris x female! Reader

Warnings: none just absolute crack energy, fluff with everyone, bloopers :)

Hey lovey! I hope you like this sorry it is so short nevertheless I loved writing it 💖

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So whenever you were all together on set it was ABSOLUTE chaos I’m talking Sebastian & Mackie style chaos. Trying to do scenes together was hard because you all couldn’t go 2 seconds with out someone (usually y/n) bursting out with laughter.

It made set so much more enjoyable and more like a massive family so it was just like another family gathering everyday at work. Which even ment interviews were well… interesting to say the least.

You, Chris & / or Sebastian would be paired on interviews and it was a literal Chris E / H situation you all were comedians. You didn’t exactly get all of the questions answered you more or less went off on long ass tangents about said question so you did do work. Just not very well.

You were treated like the little sister of the group, bring only 20 everyone had a massive protectiveness over you, which made you really happy since you’d never had something like this before.

It was always the ‘Tom Holland baby type jocks’ that were the best to witness in the interviews and on set because your comebacks were always the highlight.

“Does the little baby need her juice?” Sebastian jokingly asked

“Yeah I do because your dumb ass didn’t get me coffee early, i don’t wike it.” You quipped back to Sebastian leaving him speechless in thought because he did think he got you coffee but he didn’t so he walked away deep in thought although he didn’t leave with out commenting on the fact you picked up Chris’ signature phrase of “I don’t wike it.”

That was just one of the many times y/n left anyone especially Sebastian speechless.

Pranks were another thing that got so bad they had to make a truce, its only because every kept stealing Sebastian’s k-y jelly he acts like a big whiny baby when it happens if you ask me, same with when Dodger mysteriously goes missing that really sets chris off but everyone knows he’s just wroth y/n cuddled up asleep with her following suit.

Filming that one scene in infinity war where they all walk out to fight took 2000 retakes or at least that’s what it felt like, because of the wonderful meme you’d created from that moment *thank you to Pinterest and whoever created it :)* it was now a running joke that Chris was in a sandwich all the time to the point you got him a sandwich costume custom made 😭✋🏻

The family you wouldn’t change for the world, that was always there for you regardless of the time of day, schedule or whatever no one else could ever experience the marvel family and experience it the way you all do without being in on it.

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Thank you lovey for this, i know it was short and late for me posting I just wanted to get it out before my appointment because I don’t know how much energy I’ll have to write. Nevertheless I hope you all like this :)

Asks are open 🔓

#chrisevansdaughter #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans headcanon #chris evans fic #seb stan fanfic #chris evans x y/n #marvel cast #marvel #chrisevansdaughter asks

[imma-devil]

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘

Collection of fanfics - do not belong to me !!

x afab!reader; x fem!reader; x gn!reader

dom!reader; switch!reader

polyamorous fics; monogamous fics

**Smut included (MINORS DNI)

This is more so for personal use— but can be used for fic recommendations...

DC

Adrian Chase

Complex Simplicity by bingoboingobongo

too dumb for words by lunaticsanditiots

hotel room service by rosemarememberence

I’ll Seriously Beg, Like Fucking Beg If I Have To by generalfoolish

yeah? yeah. by heavysoldat

Dying For (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x fem!reader) by jangofctts

playing dirty by darthtaoshay

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

anonymous asked: by becca-e-barnes

anonymous asked: by bonky-n-steeb

Play Pretend by wkemeup

Patience is a virtue by indyluckycharlie

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Lead The Way by foreverrogers

Zip It Up by donald4spiderman

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

baby boy by marvelouspeterparker

imagine phone sex with peter. by peter-morales

anonymous asked: by subbypeterparker

Desperate [p.p] by vampireinbusiness

blindfolded — p.p. by slut4holland

Loki

Control by munsons-maiden

Matt Murdock

Feel You by titan-sl8yer

itwasthereaminuteago asked: by mattmurdockspainkink

Closer by pickabetterusername

Help Me Get Away From Myself by shedaresthedevil

The comfort of your relationship // M.M by slightlypossessed

The Devil That You Know by lovelybucky1

Heaven in Hiding by mattmurdockspainkink

Fireworks in the Dark by tiromiro

Pretty Boy by foli-vora 

care packages by chvoswxtch

Matt Murdock x R x Frank Castle 

through the wall by lovelybucky1

Steve Rogers

drain me out. by inklore 

Patience is a virtue by indyluckycharlie

Steven Grant

The Best Saturday by batfamily14

Chocolate || Steven Grant x Reader by laters-gators

Just Peachy || Steven Grant x Reader by laters-gators

a living fantasy. steven grant x reader by universallycinematic

Mine by thatredheadwriter

From Dust by starks-hero

venus, planet of love by peterthepark

Bumpy Ride || Steven Grant x Reader by laters-gators

desirous. by inklore

Monday Mornings // S.G by slightlypossessed

sink by luvpedropascal

Gift of Min by astroboots

Beautiful Boy by luvpedropascal

Vulnerable Drunk by takenbypeter

Reciprocation by runa-falls

Steven Grant x R x Marc Spector

Moments (Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader) by bensolosbluesabler

anonymous asked: by luke-o-lophus

Just Once by paper-n-ashes

Red Flags by astroboots

reciprocation by runa-falls

Jake Lockley

Cracked Perfection by Jake-g-lockley

Medicine by soonknight

Marc Spector

I’ll Always Stay (Marc Spector x Reader) by bensolosbluesaber

Sting || Marc Spector x Reader by laters-gators

torn together by inklore

[Need You] by soonknight

I’ts About Power, Baby by fettuccin-e

Miguel O’hara

Drunken Love by floatmeintothesun

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

anonymous asked: by sparklinspence

the accidental dumbification of Spencer Reid by reidsrevenge

BATTLE SCARS by incognit0slut

Aaron Hotchner

aaron, not hotch by kleftiko

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

(Ear)ring - B.H. by Harcove

Cherry Bomb | Billy Hargrove x Reader | | PART TWO by luminnara

Bikini Body | Billy Hargrove x Reader by luminnara

Cherry Bomb | Billy Hargrove x Reader by luminnara

fix me up by bookshelf-dust

Steve Harrington

Kiss It Better by pillow-titties

And I Get This Feeling In My Chest by upsidedownwithsteve

Lover | Steve Harrington by 4everrmore

I Wanna Be Yours by lurkymurker

Hard Candy by upsidedownwithsteve

Let Me Hear All Those Pretty Sounds by pikzel

Uptown Girl || Steve Harrington x Reader by chestharrington

anonymous asked: by chestharrington

Adult Education || Part Three by chestharrington

Adult Education || Part Two by chestharrington

Adult Education by chestharrington

tease (Steve Harrington x Reader) by peterparkergirlfriend1

cherry pie by sharpsapphic666

back aches (steve harrington x reader) by peterparkergirlfriend1

Slumber b.h. by mybillyhardgrove

I’ll take care of you b.h. by mybillyhardgrove

roles reversed by stvharrngton

Down Boy! by lovebugism

Sore Loser by lovebugism

Experienced by upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x R x Eddie Munson

Bizarre Love Triangle by chestharrington

whatsaweasly0 asked: by chestharrington

one, two, three (eddie munson x steve harrington x afab fem reader) by indiefilmfatale

one, two, three (eddie munson x steve harrington x afab fem reader) PART TWO by indiefilmfatale

Eddie Munson

Finders Keepers, Horny Losers- e.m by aestheticsarereal

Hot Wired | Eddie Munson by webslinger-holland

blaydesouth asked: by sinnerlillith

The Devil Wears Eyeliner by sinnerlillith

Straight Through The Heart by spreadyovrwings

I’ll Make It Up To You by stranger-nightmare

I’ll Make It Up To You Part 2 by stranger-nightmare

attention Seeker | eddie munson by hellfiremovieclub

Payback by stranger-nightmare

Desperate by stranger-nightmare

whispering dirty things into eddie’s ear as a dare by erosso

eddie munson; tiddies by kriffingstars

Don’t move by mrvlbimbo

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel” (Eddie x Fem!Reader) by two-red-lungs

lilacletter asked: by cityofstqrs

anonymous asked: by subbypeterparker

Teach Me [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader] by xcatnapsx

You’re my best view (Part 2) by hawkins-losers

You’re my best view by hawkins-losers

SpaghettiOs; Eddie Munson by evans-heaven

“ALL BLACK, BABY” by blueeyedheizer

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader by ali-r3n

Eddie Munson ~ Call My Bluff by penmansparadise

anonymous asked: by mrvlbimbo

closer | eddie munson by blondedona

Guitar Lessons by byersbootyshorts

virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader by hard-candy-writing

Boo? - E.M by eagerbby

encore 🎵 eddie munson x rockstar!reader by mypoisonedvine

cool about it | eddie munson x reader by chainsawmunson

Wildflower by dearest-readers

I know what those stains are by sinnerlillith

Incarnadine by whosjunglejim4322

The Nerd King Cops a Feel by wheels-of-despair

Mark Em’ Up by courtingchaos

Okay for You by roanniom

the “yes” policy by pinkrelish

Dmitri Antanov

to hold [ dmitri antanov ] by twistnet

put your best face on by danny-cordray

Jonathan Byers

anonymous asked: by blackst4r

Jackass Crew

Johnny Knoxville

Johnny Knoxville & Reader by maneswrites

The “Enhancement” Pill by dunnswrld 

Bam Margera

quiet nights - bam margera x reader by riotcontrolmargera

bam margera needy sex hc’s by sibsteria

He’s my thing by welcometojackass2022

Hogwarts

Poly Marauders

insomniac (j.potter, s.black, r.lupin) by eddiesbug 

Fred Weasley

Stress & Chess by pearlsofme

The Boys

Soldier Boy

anonymous asked: by charnelhouse

Hughie Campbell 

anonymous asked: by seancekitsch

Imagine cleaning Hughie up: by kaitbishop

Horror

Brahms Heelshire

the hottest sunsets by milkteahood

Used- Brahms Heelshire by missusthemain

He Was Right by floral-and-fine

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Tension by darlingdixon

____ by daryl-dixon-daydreams 

____ by daryl-dixon-daydreams

____ by dixondeliria

____ by daryl-dixon-daydreams

Mission Impossible by haruhey

Go Get Him | Part 1 by theteasetwrites

Go Get Him | Part 2 by theteasetwrites

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Out of this world by howaboutcastiel

Rite by laters-gators

Where to start by Tremendom

new vows - din djarin x gn!reader by wwinterwitch

touch starved by bits-and-babs

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

freedom~ tommy shelby by peakytoms

I’m Here | Tommy Shelby x Reader by running-outof-time

Alfie Solomons

Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request] by cinebration

Feel Something - Alfie Solomons x F!Reader by queenofthefaceless

delusions — alfie solomons x reader by druukkari

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Incorrigible by rat-bastard-fics

Sweet Relief by wearywinchester

Stabbed by watermelonlipstick

Washing Baby by watermelonlipstick

That Kind of Girl by watermelonlipstick

Front Seat by watermelonlipstick

Trial and Error by watermelonlipstick

Nightmare by welcome-to-writers-heaven

Spin Cycle by winchester-girl67

Imagine... Dean Not Wanting To Sleep Alone by winchester-girl67

Ten and Two (Dean x Reader) by there-must-be-a-lock

Dean x R x Sam [NO INCEST!!!!!!!!!!!*gags*]

Icarus by watermelonlipstick

Sam Winchester

Fake It ‘Til You Make It by calaofnoldor

Sam x Reader-Supporting Sam when he started the trials by fandomout

Sick Sam by watermelonlipstick

Frozen by watermelonlipstick

Concealed by watermelonlipstick

I Need Coffee by deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

laundromat by watermelonlipstck

Playing House, p.1 by uncouth-the-fifth

Playing House, p. 2 by uncouth-the-fifth

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

anonymous asked: by n0tamused

anonymous asked: by n0tamused

How the GoT Characters React When You Flirt With Them by a-libra-writes

Oberyn Martell

little prince. | oberyn martell x f!reader by redahlia-writes

Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

aura-nightingale-deactivated202 asked: by infictionalwonderland

Klaus Mikaelson

aura-nightingale-deactivated202 asked: by infictionalwonderland

Mikaelsons with dominant s/o headcanons ! by infictionalwonderland

thuggpassionn asked: by infictionalwonderland

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

It Was Always You by skvatnavle

Frankie Morales

plea by william-butcher

Soft Limits by astroboots

SOFT and HARD by astroboots

Call of Duty

Simon Riley “Ghost” 

Scars and all by blackssuunn

Simon cumming too quick by antigonusyuki

Delirium by darklordofthesimp

Home is whenever I’m with you by a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Thoughts of You by a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

TO DULL THE SHOVELS & SMOKE by cowyolks

KISS IT BETTER by ghostaholics

Handle It by ghostskiss

Brother’s Coworker by halcyone-of-the-sea 

PREY by halcyone-of-the-sea

John Price

Get In by halcyone-of-the-sea

Glory to the Reaper by halcyone-of-the-sea 

In Utero by captainfern

Choke On The Sun by halcyone-of-the-sea

OBX

JJ Maybank

Goodmorning Sunshine by lovelyjj

Rafe Cameron

“I love Star Wars” by valeskafics

The Bear

Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto 

comfort and chaos [series] by nolita-fairytale

make my heart surrender [series] by nolita-fairytale

Stay by carmybears

learning in public by ohcaptains

blossom dearie by nymphlamp

Shades of Cool by bittersweetarts

relax, carmen by peppermint-toads

Try a little tenderness by nolita-fairytale

Other...

Arvin Russel (The Devil All the Time)

Grapevine by waitimcomingtoo

Henry Wilson “Shivering Soldier” (Dunkirk)

findinghisredrighthand asked: by huntingingoodwill

A New Beginning by madame-wilsonn

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

Without a Doubt by littlelionclub43

There’s a First for Everything by littlelionclub43

Strong Connection Detected by littlelionclub43

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

DAY 6 — L. MORNINGSTAR by faerykingdom

Joel Miller (TLOU)

An Even Trade by joelmillersgirlfiend

Court Gentry “Six” (The Gray Man)

Into The Woods by proper-goodnight

Existing In The Gray by proper-goodnight

Connor “RK800″ (DBH)

Virgin — (Part One - Connor x Fem!Reader) by pseudonymmcwriter

Virgin — (Part Two - Connor x Fem!Reader by pseudonymmcwriter

Cassie Howard (Euphoria)

“bathroom encounter” by blueeyedheizer

David Loki (Prisoners)

late night comfort by davidlcki

Jacob Custos (The Quarry)

arrangement by basicinstnct

Tangerine (Bullet Train)

love drunk (tangerine’s path) by avocado-writing

Tyler Rake

Anonymous said by charnelhouse

All My Words in a Touch by chemicalalice

Arthur Morgan

The Fine Art of Knot Tying by twola

#fanfics #fanfiction #personal library #fic rec #multi fandom

[irondadfics]

Hello! Idk if I remember everything correctly, but it was after blip fic. May became an alcoholic and had a new boyfriend to whom they moved. The boyfriend ended up being abusive, but that boyfriend didn’t have any kids of his own. Thanks!

Hi, this is for you.

#found fic #irondad and spiderson

[ironstrangeao3]

Stuck In Never-Ending Webs

by ezaer_xx

Peter Parker wasn't quite the idiot. He knew he was savvy enough to fight off the spooky aliens that show up out of the blue every Saturday. Was he strong enough, though? Well . . . kinda.

With the Avengers that keep chasing down the kid in fashionable spandex and the eerie-headed green beans that continue to return for the spider, will Peter be able to go through this year without getting himself annihilated? Or worse, revealed?

Featuring: ✨crack fic✨ with a pinch of angst

Words: 38499, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Ned Leeds, Avengers Team, Steve Rogers, Young Avengers (Team)

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener & Peter Parker are Siblings, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Trans Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones, Stephen Strange Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Stephen Strange, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48793108

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

[ao3feed-petermj]

Stuck In Never-Ending Webs

by ezaer_xx

Peter Parker wasn't quite the idiot. He knew he was savvy enough to fight off the spooky aliens that show up out of the blue every Saturday. Was he strong enough, though? Well . . . kinda.

With the Avengers that keep chasing down the kid in fashionable spandex and the eerie-headed green beans that continue to return for the spider, will Peter be able to go through this year without getting himself annihilated? Or worse, revealed?

Featuring: ✨crack fic✨ with a pinch of angst

Words: 38499, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Ned Leeds, Avengers Team, Steve Rogers, Young Avengers (Team)

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener & Peter Parker are Siblings, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Trans Peter Parker, Precious Peter Parker, BAMF Michelle Jones, Stephen Strange Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Stephen Strange, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48793108

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane #peter x MJ #MJ x peter

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

The Wrong Impression

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54045547 by JAWorley Peter's class goes on a field trip to SI. Tony thinks this is a great time to finally get a good look at this 'Flash' kid that has been bullying his newly found son and to threaten him (in a friendly, perfectly legal sort of way) into leaving Peter alone. Unfortunately Peter has inadvertently given Tony the wrong impression about Flash, who has been getting bullied at school just as badly as Peter has been by two older boys. Now Peter has to figure out a way to fix it. OR A little over a year ago Tony was contacted by a lawyer and found out he has a teenage son whose mother just died. Now Peter lives with him, and Tony can't imagine not having this sweet, kind, funny, intelligent kid by his side. Tony and Happy keep popping up around the tower during Peter's field trip to spy on Peter and to see if they can catch Flash in the act of bullying him. Flash is freaking out, and Peter has a plan (a shaky one) for how to fix all of this. Note: Flash is not a bully in this fic. Words: 16337, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 9 of Unrelated Field Trip Fics Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Flash Thompson Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Bullying, Flash is not a bully in this fic, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Minor Angst, Family Feels, Peter Parker is a cinnamon roll, Precious Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Parent Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Tony Stark is So Done, Parent Pepper Potts, Awesome Pepper Potts, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker Calls Pepper Potts "Mom" read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54045547

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[k-roi]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

back to the masterlist ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

below are boundaries and limits in who i write, what i do write, what i do not write, what i might write for, suggestions on how to request and an important end note

☆ who do i write for?

avatar franchise, including movies one and two! not including the comics as i haven’t read them.

i love writing especially in lo’ak’s pov concerning his ships, but will write in other’s if specifically asked for!

stray fandoms include: voltron, bnha, peter parker/spiderman (tom holland’s version), etc

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

☆ what i do write?

baseline tropes (such as wholesome fics, fluff, romance)

rarepairs and canon pairs welcomed! i don’t necessarily have to ship your rarepair for me to write it, because i know how awful it is to have crumbs for your favourite ship.

introspective pieces for single characters that don’t have relationships attatched to them. this can focus on certain struggles, outlook on life, platonic relationships with other people, or figuring out their sexuality without romance

angst, angst with a happy ending, angst without a happy ending. be direct in what you want though! misunderstandings, falling out of love, etc

obscure au’s, perhaps involving human au’s, odd situations and crack taken seriously. i love seeing how your minds work and you might think up an idea i’d have never thought of!

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

☆ what i won’t write?

underage explicit material. very self-explanatory, i just don’t feel comfortable with it.

angst involving cheating is a HARD no

certain ships/dynamics in this list to be added -> aonunete (not my cup of tea), poly relationships (i have zero experience in this and would definitely mess up dynamics unfortunately), movie actors (that’s weird!), x reader (never written before, don’t know how i’d do, sorry)

dead dove material, such as heavy unprompted gore, explicit self-harm, dark insane behaviour to a worrying degree, sexual harm, sexual abuse, drug abuse, heavy themes of depression, incest, pedophilia, minor x adult, necrophilia, politics, racism, heavy discrimination, age differences and religious themes

oc x canon, unless it’s an oc i’ve referenced before in one of my other fics, such as Ra’yan

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

☆ what i might write?

i’m very hit or miss to be honest. if i feel like it, i’ll write your explicit prompts with of-age characters, but if not i’ll probably shelf it for a long time. some crackships/rarepairs i don’t have enough of a grasp on their personalities or interactions, so i may or may not write your prompt for them, my apologies! also these boundaries only exist for prompts given to me—i might decide to write dead dove works (like gore or depression, not the… odder ones) on my own one day, but it would be out of my own willing violation.

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☆ how do i want you to request?

be my little pookie and say please and thank you when requesting something, it goes a long way and might make me more inclined to write your prompt faster! i write out of order and it is not a first come first serve basis—it’s whatever catches my attention and what i write faster. i only write prompts given to me in my ask inbox, NOT in ao3 comments. this is because it is more organized and easier to ticket

go crazy, just don’t make it hyper hyper specific or i’ll get turned off :( i’ll usually write everything as an ao3 fic, but if you just want a mini drabble or headcanons post then lmk ! its easier and fun too

only have a ship in mind? i bitch about not having substance to work with but honestly ignore my whining i’ll usually come up with a situation anyway! like a mystery box

please add a note if you do not want a certain ship or character in the background of your prompt, because my aonoak hindbrain will usually add it in anyway! not including prompt ships involving character x aonung or lo’ak to begin with, just in the background ships.

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☆ please note

writing takes a lot of time, and it can take weeks for me to complete and publish my works. don’t spam me for updates please! don’t send me anything you’ve sent or will send to another blog. don’t request a certain fic length—that’s up to me to decide and write out. you do not have to violate any of these boundaries for me to not want to write your prompt. my rules can and will change over time as i grow and change as a person. if i start to dislike one of my fics, i won’t delete it, but i may orphan or put it under anonymous, and remove it off my masterlist. it’ll still exist on ao3, but i will have cut ties with it. IMPORTANT: if you request something explicit, you must not be anon and you must have your age in your bio showing you are 18+

please note: you can chat w me in my inbox for whatever! i love these more than prompts sometimes <3 send in a 🐳 emoji with your prompt to prove you read through this all! and also pls stop bringing up a*nunete and why i don’t like them, i don’t ship them and frankly never will

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