#Peter vs may's boyfriend

[morwap]

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

➸ james potter x f!reader

➸ smut | 4k words

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➸ sub!James mean dom!reader, Enemies to lovers, Slytherin!reader & Dorcas. 8th year, Smut, impact play, threats/death threat, a slap, someone getting hurt, spit, fingers in mouth, talk of cunnilingus/face sitting, humiliation kink, praise/light degradation, hand job, pain kink

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You stared at the back of James' head, wishing you could burn a hole straight through it as he laughed with his friends, an obnoxious laugh at that. Quidditch was coming up, Slytherin vs Gryffindor, red and gold vs green and silver, always the most anticipated pair to be playing.

James laughed as Sirius tossed a piece of paper into his mouth, Remus watched them both and counted how many pieces James could catch. of course, James was trying too hard, he always tries too hard and tries even harder at quidditch which could sometimes be admirable and be the reason Gryffindor wins so much but they also had Sirius who gets competitive once he catches a glimpse of his brother and tries hard because his boyfriend is watching, then there Marlene who can be so sweet then the next day knock you off your broom so hard you break your wrist which may or may not have happened way too many times in 6th year but you’ve on, plus it wasn't any hard feelings from her it was just how she played and she apologized for it and Dorcas begged you not to be mad about it because she has the biggest crush on her.

But as much as the two houses fought and bickered, you two were the only teams to actually go toe to toe and get serious with it, there was a reason there happened to be more Slytherin vs Gryffindor matches. You knew Regulus took it seriously and so did you, being co-captain was not an easy job when at first the team relied on using magic if they were getting too behind, it was something you and Reggie hated, and when you two became captains that was the first to go. You wanted to win because you were good at quidditch not because your team cheated. You even talked to James about it, telling him that there will be no more magic used by your team and if you caught them doing it they would immediately kick them off the team and he said he would do the same, it was truly the only civil conversation you two had.

The team luckily had Dorcas, even though having a crush on the opposite team, she didn't let that get in the way of winning unlike if lily were in Slytherin and on the team James would go insane and probably just let her have the snitch.

Though recently you’ve been noticing that he wasn't as obsessed with lily as he was years prior, no more handing her lilies in the corniest way possible, it was more of a wave when she sat by Marlene then going back to whatever he was doing with Remus, Peter, and Sirius, not even giving her a glance or two which seemed to make lily happy. When you noticed this you were happy, so happy thinking that since he was leaving her alone he would leave you alone but no, that never happened if anything he put more effort into whatever it was between the both of you.

You moved your eyes to the paper in front of you, your head resting in your palm as you read the question. A piece of paper hits your forehead, you can already hear the giggling.

James turned to you as your eyes meet his, he smirked, the same fucking he gives when you’re on the quidditch pitch. Gripping your wand tightly as you waved it under the table and muttered under your breath.

James’ loose tie tightened, making him choke a bit, his hand coming to his tie to wank it down, and then you stopped the spell and put your wand back into your lap. Sirius couldn't help but giggle a bit before trying to help his friend.

“Potter, are you alright?” professor McGonagall asked, moving her glasses to the tip of her nose. James cleared his throat before telling her yes.

Sirius rubbed his face as James turned his head towards you with a mean look, you shrugged at him and he turned around, James crossed his arms and kicked Sirius’ shin.

“Did you see his face?” Regulus huffed, a small smile on his face. Regulus’ arms were crossed and he shook his head.

“It's what he deserves for taunting you all the time,” he added. You laughed softly and sat back in your chair, glancing over at his answer and marking the same one on your paper.

“He’d deserve it even if he didn’t do that” you whispered and crossed your arms. Quiz day in professor McGonagall's class was normally slow, she always allowed the whole class time to work on them while she did her own thing so once people finished they still had to be silent.

Before your eyes could finally get so heavy that you were gonna lay your head on your desk the bell chimed and the sound of people getting up was enough to take you out of it. You grabbed your bag and waited for Regulus.

Walking to the great hall as you two talked about your first few classes, the professors had been going easy since Friday was quidditch so not much has been happening.

Dorcas was waiting for you two and she smiled as she saw you walking toward her. Regulus sat in front of you and you sat next to Dorcas.

“Hello captain and co-captain,” she said in a sing-song voice, she always got excited before, and depending on how the game went was her attitude after.

You smiled at her, “so when we win whos throwing the party?” she asked, regulus shrugged his shoulders and looked to you.

“Probably Evan, he did it last time right?” you asked, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember the last Slytherin party and you were sure it was Evan that did put it all together. You knew Mulciber most likely helped him get alcohol but mainly it was all Evan.

The rest of the day went by as any other, James holding out his foot so you would in the hall which didn’t even work and he tripped someone else, James calling you a bitch when you pushed past him and knocking into his shoulder because he was walking too slow, fighting with him over the right potion ingredients and every interaction with him was even more intense because of what was coming up. You could barely stand him, he made you grind your teeth and debate on just walking out of potions and staying in the bathroom the whole time.

“James watch the fuck out it's hot” you whisper shouting at him as he tried to grab the vile that you were levitating with your wand. He pulled his hand away as you started to pour the liquid into the cauldron in front of you two. Even if you hated him you wouldn’t want to hurt him.

James seemed to be more careful after you snapped at him but his mouth never stopped, rolling his eyes when you would say something back.

You were out of the classroom before the bell even rang, getting out of there was on your mind the whole time and now it was happening. Last class of the day and you were tired, you were ready to go back to your dorm and take a nap before dinner then finish anything you need to do, do your nighttime routine and go back to sleep. You need as much rest as you could get since you had practice the next day then the actual game.

-

It was time, you all were about to go out and start playing after the pep talk you and Regulus were giving the team. You reminded them that you will win fair and no cheating before all of you got on your brooms and went into the air, listening to your peers cheer and clap while the game was announced and madam hooch was about to give the green light for the game to start.

Soon you would fight the motion sickness as everyone and you started moving, the quaffle was released and 15 seconds later the snitch. You moved through people, not looking at who they were just knowing they were wearing red. You were close to the rings and regulus had the quaffle, he called out to you and threw it your way while Gryffindors tried to catch it but thankfully you moved fast enough to catch it.

You almost got knocked off your broom but held the quaffle tight, making it back to a point where you could throw it and hopefully make it. It did and the ding made your nerves easy since right now Slytherin was in the lead.

You banged into other people trying to get the quaffle from them and you knew your shoulder was going to hurt so bad. James flew past you, a determined look on his face and you knew he had a good eye on the snitch.

Now Gryffindor was in the lead, Slytherin close behind. You could tell regulus was getting aggravated by how this one person kept bumping into him even if he wasn’t going toward the quaffle.

Marlene was next to you, you both pushing each other to try to get the upper hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your teammate’s broom shaking out of control and you stopped, Marlene was confused but took advantage of you stopping. You flew over to him as his broom started to spin and he was knocked off, hitting the ground harshly. You knew it was magic and when you looked over your shoulder and watch the smirk fade on Owen's face and a fake worried look came back. The crowd didn't even notice a member of your team was hurt, they were cheering and clapping because James had caught the snitch and won the game.

You flew down to your teammate and tried to get him up, soon madam hooch and madam Pomfrey came and collected him. You knew that using magic to mess with people's brooms can be really dangerous since everyone was moving all the time it could get out of hand like it did for him but this time it was intentional.

Everyone was talking as they left the stands and made their way back to Hogwarts. The two teams started to dismount the brooms and get everything together to go shower and then go back for dinner, they also had to wait for madam hooch to come back and talk to them.

“What the fuck was that?” Regulus whisper shouted.

You ignored him and walked over to the Gryffindors, you gave James your word and really meant it. The others noticed you and told James that you were walking to them.

He turned around with a smirk and your palm met his face. Hard. James’ face turned red as he was taken aback by what was happening, you grabbed the strings on his quidditch uniform.

“I gave you my word, no more fucking magic on the pitch and I kept that promise ever since I became captain, do you know how many people I kick off the team for even attempting to use it? If Ian can’t play because of him I’ll fucking kill you.” you spat, James nodded slightly as he stared at you.

You let go of him and walked away. They had recently put in two changing areas with showers so you all didn't need to walk to Hogwarts to just shower. You were ready to let the warm water soothe your muscles.

James stood there, thankful that the quidditch uniform was long and covered the tent in his pants, it was the only thing going through his head, and the stinging from his cheek sent pleasure down to his cock. It put him in his place, the place he yearned to be put in.

The guilt started to slip in because he saw Owen but was too into the game to call a timeout and tell him to knock it off.

-

Hours passed before you could check on Ian, thankfully he was okay and still could and wanted to stay on the team. You looked through the things people brought him, you had brought a book you thought he would like while he recovered. There were flowers but you couldn’t help but notice one, it was huge, a huge bouquet that was beautiful, you looked around for the tag, once you found it you read it.

Ian, I am so sorry a member of my team was reckless enough to use magic during our match, it was unprofessional after the agreement the captains have made plus the rules in general and that person has been removed from the team. Get better soon - James Potter.

You smiled and let go of the tag.

“Alright i gotta go, I'll come back later and check on you” you sighed. Ian smiled and sat up.

“I just hope I'm cleared before the party, ready to get out of here,” Ian said with a soft laugh. You nudged his shoulders and laughed.

“If you don't I’ll wheel you there in that damn bed” you joked before heading out of the infirmary.

-

Luckily Ian was cleared before the party and you debated on even going but you knew you needed to say thank you even if it should’ve been done without your threat. Your mind kept replaying how James looked at you and nodded his head so submissively.

You wanted to look nice even if you were gonna be there for a little bit.

Gryffindor tower was loud with music and screaming, you were surprised they didn’t cast a silencing charm. People were everywhere and you tried to make your way through to the drink table without bumping into anyone.

You poured yourself a shot before someone bumped into you, you thankfully didn't spill it and when you turned around it was James.

“Hi,” he said, his voice was soft and he looked at you.

There was a tension you couldn’t explain other than sexual.

“Hi” you coppied, your finger circled around the rim of the shot glass before taking it.

“You know i’m very proud of you, for doing that it was mature even if how i acted wasn’t very mature… but it seemed like putting you in your place was something you needed” you added, you semi joked at the end.

James’ eyes seemed to light up and he smiled shyly and nodded, “yeah, yeah definitely needed an attitude adjustment” he laughed softly.

The shot made you a lot more confident.

“I think you need more than that but i don’t know if you can handle it” you said, crossing your arms.

“I could” he stuttered out while he nodded. He softly chewed at the inside of his lip.

“Oh could you?” you said dragging the sentence out as you started to walk toward the closet you were eyeing. You looked over your shoulder at him, sending him a look.

You knew he would follow and once you heard the door squeak open it only confirmed your thoughts. The closet was small with brooms huddled in a corner and spiderwebs in others, luckily there was a chair in the corner. You watched him close the door discretely, looking out a bit to see if anyone saw him follow you. He was already flushed, cheeks red from you taunting him just minutes ago.

Looking at him and watching his eyes meet yours then fall to your chest, your thighs, and back up. You didn't say anything, just turning to the chair and pulling it to the middle of the small room.

“Sit your ass down potter” you demanded. James nodded and sat down, he moved his cheeks to push up his glasses. You ran your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you. He was so pretty, so unbelievably pretty.

“We’re gonna need a safe word, does red sound good?” you asked, your tone soft but face still bitchy. You were gonna go easy on the first time of course, you weren’t just lock his cock up in a chastity cage and the only way he could cum was through the cage with ruined orgasms.

“Mmhm,” he hummed with a nod. You straddled him, your dress riding up your thighs and James couldn't help his eyes traveling to watch. You could feel him growing hard under you. You leaned in, your lips grazing his teasingly making him whine softly and chase after your lips before you finally kissed him.

James’ hands rubbed up your thighs before you smacked them away.

“Don’t touch me, put your hands behind your back” you ordered, you started to grind on him and your dress lifted it up and rested right above the hem of your panties. Your hands moved over his chest, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt. James’ kisses got needy and more hungry.

“I love that you’re mean to me” James whined into the kiss. You smiled, hearing him admit it was heavenly after years of denying it.

“I know baby, I know” you muttered and taught his lip with your teeth. His cologne was intoxicating and it never faded one bit. Your hands were undoing his jeans, still grinding and making him whimper.

You moved back a little bit and pulled his cock out freely, one hand traveled up his abdomen, chest, and neck till it got to his face. You squeezed a little and broke the kiss, looking down at his cock and watching precum pearl at his slit. You smiled and swiped your finger on his slit then brought it to your mouth and tasted it.

Humming in delight as you snuck a glance at him, he was watching you intensely. You brought your hand back down and started to stroke him, you held his base and moved your head down a little, and let spit string down onto his tip then started stroking him again.

“Your cock is so pretty, James” you cooed, his chest was heaving and a part of you wanted to put your ear to his chest and listen to his heart beating. You tapped his cheek as you started to move faster, making his muscles tense and fight the urge to move his hands.

“Slap me please- please” James begged, his voice whiney and breathy. He kept watching the way you were jerking him off, watching how you were so gentle with him but at the same time so rough.

You let go of his face and then landed a slap on his cheek, it wasn't very hard but a good starter. His cock throbbed in your hand and he let out a soft groan.

“Harder please” James mewled, muttering more “pleases” under his breath, you could feel him under you trying to buck up.

You had no reason to deny his pleas. You slapped him harder, your hand staying on his cheek to soothe the sting, he let out a loud moan as you also focused on the head of his cock. You moved your thumb to his mouth and he opened up his mouth more, you pressed your thumb on his tongue.

“You’re being such a good slut for me, I think I'm gonna let you cum baby” you whispered and watched his eyes go wide as he processed that you were even thinking about not even letting him cum. He felt like he hadn’t came in months even though he had jerked off literally yesterday.

He nodded as he moved his tongue around your finger.

“Thank you” he mumbled around your thumb, you smiled at him then went back to watching his cock.

“Again please” he moaned, you took your thumb out of his mouth and James closed his eyes, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly then your palm made contact with his cheek. He groaned. The pain from the sting got him close, almost wanting to see what you would do if he moved his hands and touched you and rutted up into your hand.

Now it hit him, you were straddling him, your cunt so close to him and probably sopping wet. He wanted to touch you so bad, make you feel good, taste you, and make you cum. His mind flooded with images of him between your legs, lapping and sucking at your clit as you pulled on his hair and told him to keep going and that he was such a good boy for you and the only person to make you feel like this.

He wanted it so bad… he wanted to be punished by you, praised and degraded by you, humiliated by you, spanked by you, get taken care of by you and take care of you, rewarded by you, and all the above.

James knew you were the only one who knew what he wanted and just how to give it to him, just you and only you, not lily, not anyone else but you. You were what he wanted, and will always want even if feelings get complicated, even out of a sexual relationship and now he realized it, he knew there was a reason he lurked behind you when you walked to your common room drunk from a Hufflepuff party, or when he walks behind you on snowy days when everyone would walk to Hogsmeade to make sure you never slipped or fell from ice under the snow, or making sure him and his friends go to the three broomsticks the same time you were so he could watch you take the first sip of your butterbeer and sigh with a smile after, or when he would look over your shoulder discreetly to see what you were reading then looking for the same thing in the library or bookstore that moony always went to during Hogsmeade trips.

Wondering why he would even try to fight the attraction he felt for you and tried to taunt and fight with you because he was fighting the feeling of wanting to look at you and wonder how your skin felt or if you tapped your foot two times every time there was a quiz or an exam because you were nervous or because you felt that was your lucky thing to do.

James trembled, “m’close- so fucking close” he muttered as his brows furrowed and his teeth took in his bottom lip slightly.

“Cum for me, c’mon i wanna watch you cum” you whispered in his ear. You angled it to where when he came it would go all over his shirt.

With you whispering in his ear like that there was no hope for him at all, his mind went blank as he moaned and felt the warmth from his cum landing on his shirt and starting to soak through but he couldn’t care one bit.

“There we go, im so proud of my slut” you cooed, lips pressing to his cheek and he leaned into it. You moved one hand to the back of his head, you leaned off him, and let his head move and rest on your shoulder. You scratched his head soothingly as he recovered, of course, this wasn’t the end but you weren’t going to leave him there with no aftercare at all.

You praised him in his ear and you could feel him moving his head more into your neck. You let his cock start to go soft and didn't want to overstimulate him until later.

Soon he lifted his head up off your shoulder. You smiled at him and then started to button up his shirt as his head started to become more clear, you told him what you were doing as you fixed him up, putting him back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.

His hand can to your dress, pulling at it, “what about you?” he asked. His eyes were big as he looked at you. He already knew his cum was visible on his shirt and it made his cheeks heat up.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” you asked, tilting your head a bit with a smirk. Before he could say something you kissed him softly.

“You are gonna go back out there with your cum all over your shirt to show everyone how much of a slut you are, and i am going to go to my dorm and count how long it takes for you to get there, and however long it takes will be how long i sit on your face,” you said, making sure he understood every word you said. You could literally see the excitement on his face.

You got off his lap and fixed your dress then pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“You need me to stay in here for a bit more?” you asked, rubbing his shoulder. James shook his head no and the way he had to go out to the party with cum all over him, in front of his friends and everything made him embarrassed but so excited. The lights were down low anyways and mostly everyone was drunk so if someone did ask they’d most likely forget.

“I think im ready,” James said, you nodded, and with one last kiss to his temple you left out the door.

When James walked out he almost got bombarded by people, Sirius’ drunken best friend speech once he caught sight of his friend and then quidditch team members happily saying how glad they were they won the other day and him agreeing but trying to make his way through the crowd with Sirius basically on his hip still slurring his words loudly into James’ ear. Once Remus got Sirius, James told him he wasn't coming back to the dorm tonight.

Peter was now in James’ ear, right when he was about to make it to the painting and then getting dragged back into the crowd. All he could think about was getting to taste your sweet cunt, he knew he could get more time from begging if he got there quickly but now he doesn’t think he’ll need to since people just kept coming up to him.

Luckily after a few more people he got out of there, his cock was hard again and now straining in his pants. Making his way to your common room and when he got there, there was a note with the password and your dorm number. He was surprised no Slytherins were in the common room as much as they complain they hate Gryffindor they all sure do make sure to be at a party.

James debated on knocking then decided on just turning your door knob which was thankfully unlocked.

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

More General SWAP AU notes while I slowly chip away at a full poster for it:

- Elias and Gwendolyn are twins, though the only noticeable trait they share is the eyes, and this will be important later.

- Elias’ first encounter with the supernatural is the same as it was in canon for the most part, and Allan was his boyfriend at the time. Gwendolyn later encounters the same Leitner but survives and makes a statement about it.

- Jon killed Gertrude, both on Jonah’s orders, and because he wanted to protect his Archive. She may be the Head Archivist, but he is The Archivist, and he is determined to protect what is his. He and Gertrude had a fairly complex relationship before this, and often she reminded him of his Grandmother. He almost misses her company. Almost.

- Elias kills Jurgen Leitner with a metal pipe still, stemming from a lot of built up anger at Allan’s death, and the belief a man like Leitner will only bring more harm upon the world, as well as other circumstantial factors. Bouchard Brutal Pipe Murder is a trait that cannot be eradicated.

- He also hits Not!Sasha in the head with a metal pipe too.

- Tim and Elias joke flirt with each other during s1 a lot. Neither is interested in the other, they’re just like that.

- Besides, Tim and Sasha are both fully aware Elias has a crush on Peter. He isn’t good at hiding it. They have bets on if the ever-bold Elias will make a move or not.

- Peter and Elias are both avoidant of their feelings and this is good for absolutely nobody.

- Melanie and Elias have an unlikely friendship and I know that sounds insane but this is Original Elias here, though the attempted murders do still happen, just in s4. They’re the Jon and Daisy of the Swap AU. They’re so funny and for what.

- Speaking of Jon and Daisy. Yeah. They’re fucked up here. Something something loyal dog and something something bite at the hand that feeds me.

- Georgie insisting she’s done with all the intense, paranormal bullehit after breaking up with Jon VS the Bouchards showing up at her door plagued by the horrors and needing help. Who will win.

- I should add Gwen and Georgie are roommates.

[juniperpyre]

i have an idea for a post-apocalyptic fanfic where lily and fabian are lovers marauding the decimated landscape together (maybe with gideon and marlene and dorcas as well) and it's just rly dark and hopeless and the smut is intense.

and then they run into The Marauders (along with regulus and barty, who do not want to be there) and manage to join forces. they have a shared goal: whisperings of an oasis.

lily is the medic of the group bc of her biochem background and gardening knowledge. james was the medic for his group, so they spend a lot of time together. they're attracted to each other immediately, and though it takes a while for them to let down their walls (arrogant james vs perfect lily) once they do the emotional connection is strong

society has crumbled, so if lily wants someone she's not going to wait. she tells fabian how she feels. lily has two boyfriends now. james and fabian end up getting together, too, after some time.

of course, over their journey the lose people. one by one they're picked off. first regulus, then barty snaps and they have to leave him for dead. marlene next, and soon dorcas backtracks to hunt down her killers. peter disappears in the night, but there was no sign of struggle. they keep going.

lily gets pregnant. it could be either man's, they're both happy and scared in varied measures. they keep going. they may be close now. remus thinks someone is tracking them. james thinks remus is paranoid. sirius doesn't say when he thinks.

one night they get into an argument on which way to go. fabian, gideon and sirius are the last truly skilled fighters left. sirius wants to go one way, remus wants to go the other. james trusts sirius the most, at the end of it all, so he sides with sirius. so lily sides with sirius, so fabian and gideon side with sirius.

remus stays, but they're bitter. they go off and skulk, coming back around morning. two days later the group is ambushed. lily is about 8 months along now. fabian and gideon take down the whole group, but they succumb to their wounds hours later. they die protecting lily.

sirius blames remus. james tries to de-escalate. lily has nothing to say.

remus leaves.

lily, james and sirius find the oasis.

[neongreenllama]

You said Antifa Wolfstarbucks and who am I to disagre????? Here are some random unorganised thoughts, just pure word vomit straight from my brain into your inbox!! you're welcome/I'm sorry!!

So Sirius and James probably go to protests all the time, they're such a good team (thinking of that drabble you wrote for the trick or treat ask a while ago <3). But one time they get separated at a protest and Sirius randomly bumps into this guy who's just dancing to Bella Ciao, eyes closed, like the world around him doesn't exist. As established, Sirius is gone for him, listens to Cordula Grün on repeat, we know the drill. Sirius and James eventually find each other again and Sirius can't shut up about the guy he just saw, and how perfect and hot he is. I think Sirius and James are already in a relationship at that point, but they're open and love telling each other about their crushes and other partners/dates. Maybe they're even relationship anarchists? 🖤

So anyways a week or so later they're at a soli party and Sirius is busy playing table football against Peter and James is just out there being a social butterfly, socializing with everyone at the party becoming bffs with anyone who doesn't run away quickly enough, and then he sees Remus, sitting in a corner, reading Karl Marx because he's not like other commies, he actually reads Marx and he needs everyone to know it, you know? James casually walks over to Remus and starts a conversation about Marx, and at first Remus takes one look at James and sighs, thinking he's just another rich guy who doesn't get it but the longer they talk the more he realizes James is actually kind of smart and knows what he's talking about? AND he's cute?? But then James's boyfriend comes over and gives off the WEIRDEST vibes ever, poking James in the ribs, raising his eyebrows and telepathically communicating something to James that Remus doesn't understand at all. James's boyfriend may be the hottest person Remus has ever seen but he's definitely giving off super weird and awkward vibes when he pulls James to the side and says, a bit too loudly, "James, das ist Cordula Grün!!!!" whatever the fuck that means, anarchist weirdos, speaking in code.

Anyways James is very excited by this revelation and goes to buy them all some more beers and maybe a round of Pfeffi, and then another and then another, and James and his boyfriend are now sitting next to Remus on the couch, his little communist manifesto book long forgotten, now being used as a coaster for the Sterni bottle. Anyways, the party eventually dies down but they're not done with their political discussions, reform vs revolution isn't something that can be settled over just 3 drinks, so James casually mentions that his and Sirius's flat is near by, they could stop by a Späti for some more drinks and maybe some snacks or other stuff and continue this at home?

And Remus is so oblivious, of course he goes with them to talk some more about politics, nothing else, what else would these two extremely hot guys who have been casually touching him all evening (in a purely platonic, very friendly way!!!) want from him? Sure, they were all joking about having a threesome and Sirius actually picked up condoms on their way home but they were only joking, they would never actually be into Remus? Sirius and James probably just needed condoms anyways so it just made sense that Sirius bought them when they were in the store. And if Sirius looked at Remus and asked him which brand he preferred that was purely so he didn't feel excluded when third wheeling a couple, which was so nice of him, looking out for his very platonic new friend. Remus is a bit sad they were only joking about the threesome because he really thinks Sirius and James are both extremely hot, AND they actually get Marx? They're basically his dream guys, but *sigh* they would never actually go for someone like Remus, who is he kidding?

So they get to their apartment, and Remus immediately goes to sit at the kitchen table, they're here to settle the age old reform vs revolution debate after all, but James and Sirius just give him a weird look, and James casually suggests the couch in the living room might be a bit more comfy? And Sirius puts out some candles, which he probably only does because his eyes are tired, so he needs soft lighting, that must be why. It's so funny, because he actually says "let me put on some candles for mood lighting, to make it a bit more romantic for us", and Remus just laughs, he loves Sirius's sense of humor, that guy is so funny!! He even kissed him on the mouth when he said it, just a quick little peck and then he got all flustered and red in the face, probably because James was watching them with a grin. They're such good new friends, Remus really likes them and hopes he will get over his crushes quickly so he can actually become friends with them!

Remus is so happy when he sees they have all the books of Das Kapital in their flat, and he stands in front of the bookshelves, looking fondly at his hero, Karl Marx, when James comes up behind him and gives him a back massage, which is so nice of him, Remus did mention he carried a lot of tension in his back, and James is such a nice guy and already a good friend for taking care of him like that.

Sirius puts on music [sidenote: wolfstarbucks playlist? there are SO MANY songs called Liebe zu Dritt, it took me a while to find the one I was thinking of LOL!] and Remus can't NOT dance, it's just such a deep instinct, he hears good music - he has to dance! The lyrics are really funny to him, again another classic example of Sirius's sense of humor!! And the lyrics even mention communism, so he feels very seen. James has gone from massaging his back to just holding his hips and swaying to the music with him and when remus looks back because he wants to compliment Sirius's music choices he sees them making out?? And at first he's a bit taken aback, because that's kind of rude to make him feel like such a third wheel but then Sirius grabs him and they all dance together and he honestly also thinks it's kind of hot that James and Sirius are so open with their love, and he loves watching them, so really, he doesn't mind if they occasionally kiss while they all dance. They keep giving him these looks though, and if he didn't know that they're way out of his league he would almost think they're prompting him to flirt back and kiss one of them? But surely he's mistaken, they couldn't possibly be into him, they're way too hot!!

NOT YOU SENDING ME AN ENTIRE FIC IN MY ASK BOX

Never apologize for your word vomit! (You call it unorganized thoughts but it's an entire fic) And it's Wolfstarbucks!!! WOLFSTARBUCKS EVERYONE STOP SCROLLING!!!! You have no idea how much I love this!!! I don't even know what to say this is perfect begnning to end

I love the Prongsfoot and their amazing communication and being completely open with each other and trusting and 🥺

Ad Remus "I'm not like the other girls" Lupin! And being completely oblivious the whole time!!?? Honeyyyyy, they're so obvious 😭😭😭 The candles and the dancing and the COndOmS bdjsksksjlsjdjd I can't

AND WHAT THEN??? CAT WHAT HAPPENS THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOPPING RIGHT THERE?!! 😭

Will Remus get it eventually? Or will he be say "well it was nice" and go home and everyone ends up totally disappointed? Will they see each other again? Or will they fuck and Remus remains oblivious the whole time? "Just friends doing each other a favor"? "They didn't want me to feel left out"??? Will they start dating and Remus will never know? What happens when he does figure it out? How happy will he be that those two hot amazing guys want him? How will they go to protests in the future? I NEED ANSWERS! If you ever decide to write a second part to this I will love you forever

[the-bitterest-breakups-poll]

Poll: Round 1b #6

*Reminder that Break up is being used loosely here and not all relationships may be romantic in nature

Propaganda under cut:

Perry and Dr. Heniz Doofenshmirtiz:

-The nemesis breakup in that episode with Peter the Panda in it

Skull and Vintage:

-i wanna nominate skull and vintage from the splatoon manga (coroika) bc like. the manga doesn't explicitly say it but god they are so ex-boyfriends to me its unreal.

they used to be on a team together until skull decided to leave to form his own team and vintage got really upset about it and just ditched him right then and there calling skull pathetic (skull states this is bc they both just wanted power) and then they met up again like 5 years later on different teams at the top of their classes with renowned status and every time these two are on the same page you can practically feel the tension between them. when the s4 (the team skull is on during the arc vintage shows up in) gets defeated by blue team, skull tells goggles "teach vintage the meaning of fun" showing that he still cares abt the guy since vintage is an uptight hardass and the match between vintage's team and blue team has like my favorite page of them ever where vintage looks up at skull who's standing on the sidelines and skull just goes "you shouldn't underestimate those guys. you'll regret it" and vintage just turns his gaze away but looks visibly agitated by the remark. i like them a lot and i just think they're neat (vintage does learn the meaning of fun btw)

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 3 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith

Synopsis

After Sarah Jane starts acting suspiciously, Luke, Clyde, Rani and K9 investigate. They discover she has a boyfriend, Peter Dalton, and they are going to get married. Clyde suspects Peter may be an alien. At the wedding, an old enemy returns. As the gang find themselves trapped in a time loop in Limbo, can a very special friend from the past save Sarah Jane, her friends and the entire planet Earth from the wrath of the Trickster?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Custodians

Synopsis

T"Little Green Men" is a new virtual reality game sweeping the nation, the brainchild of a company with designs on taking over the youth of the world. The game has a hidden secret: a link to a strange telepathic alien who turns humans into his own kind. K9, Starkey and June race to save Darius and Jorjie from being turned into scaly, green creatures. Gryffen tries to save the youngsters as their condition worsens.

 Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[izzysarchivedblogs]

special verse tag drop. mostly my ship verses.

closed -> not open for outside interaction, besides some anon asks about this verse semi-open -> open to some outside interaction, asks, and anons about this verse open -> open verse for interaction and requesting single ship -> this verse is single ship, meaning only one romantic ship for the character w/ another character established, but may be an open verse for other interaction. this will only be from my end / the case for my end / not expected the same from my partner. this is just for me.

verse; clint barton; who shares your burdens (mrtonystark) // a mostly closed verse in which most of 616 is canon, and look y'all have seen the 1200+ note thread. @mr-tony-stark and i go ham on plotting and writing. so i just wanted a verse tag, and like if anons wanted to ask clint questions in that verse, i'd accept them, but otherwise it's a closed verse. but i am absolutely in love with ironhawk and how much, we write and plot together <3 i love you <3

verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationships with @biitchcakes - look, i just wanna gush about what Aurora and I have plotted, like I have already outlined the 2 major breakups and 1 break, and the 4 times that Clint and Jess are fools who get back together. It's relatively canon divergent in 616 event, and like y'all, Clint and Jess' West Coast Era is amazing, also Leftovers we need to write Leftovers . . . and the way i could write a netflix tv show about their west coast era, and then civil war 2 but make it more government vs. heroes and make it sad for clintjess.

verse; clint barton; entangled to a loser like me (crisispider) // a semi-open verse, in which Clint is in a relationship with @crisispider - incorporates both 616 and spiderverse events into the fold, and clint and peter are absolutely just two golden retriever boyfriends together.

verse; clint barton; how can i watch you fade (crisispider) // a closed verse with @crisispider, in which i mess around with hawkeye: blindspot concept, and really just here to torture peter and mel

verse; clint barton; to boldly go (ss; crisispider) // an open, single ship (on my end) STAR TREK AU, i have a whole write up for Clint's Star Trek au, and I've considered this verse single ship w/ Mel's Peter; but otherwise it's very open to interaction and being requested. Clint's just your unhinged helmsman who sows chaos into all of starfleet/the federation :) [ here is the written up verse information to read ]

verse; linda carter; to heal across the stars (thefleetsfinest) // an open, single ship (on my end only) STAR TREK AU, for Linda Carter, whom is now a cardiac surgeon aboard the Enterprise. On my side, not Mel's side, I am only writing one romantic ship in the Star Trek setting/au and that's with Mel's @thefleetsfinest. Very dedicated woman to medicine and well-being of the crew. [ verse write up pending ]

verse; pepper potts; captain of her own (uss unreliable) // an open star trek au verse, in which Pepper hot off the heels of being the infamous Captain Tony Stark's first officer (of which there's is many rumors surrounding him), has been promoted and now is Captain Potts of the USS Unreliable. . . . her first officer being Steve Rogers (@liibertysdream) of whom is a former captain himself (rumors surrounding him as well, oh no pepper what are you doing). She was communications and command before hand, with prior goals of managing a starbase or colony, now being made Captain of a ship.

[archivyrep]

Archivists are not librarians: Understanding the differences [Part 4]

Continued from part 3

Anna's manipulation of the archivist begins in My Dictator Boyfriend

This includes effective collection management, archival appraisal, acquisition, arrangement, description, outreach, and reference. It is also about ensuring physical and intellectual control of records that have enduring value, occasionally directing workers to help arrange, exhibit, and maintain collections, and creating (and managing) a system to maintain and preserve electronic records. [7] While a librarian does some of this, when it comes to organizing library collections, outreach, and reference, preserving records is not a major part of many libraries, as they are more public-facing and are concerned with day-to-day operations even more than archives.

Reprinted from my Wading Through the Cultural Stacks WordPress blog. Originally published on Dec. 9, 2021.

This is especially the case with public libraries, which probably won't have programs for long-term preservation of records, but only to retain records for long enough for certain operations. However, libraries with special collections, rare books, or other archivy elements may focus more on long-term preservation. It is something which is not much of a concern for public librarians, to be perfectly honest, unless such librarians are interested in it for other reasons apart from their work. I say with certainty because when I worked at a local library before I began grad school, there were no efforts to preserve records for long periods of time, just enough for the library catalog and patron records to function.

There are number of other duties archivists have, such as records management, digitization, public outreach, writing, teaching, looking after collections, and, again, involvement in the life cycle of an archival record. Just as important as classifying, analyzing, describing, or organizing records, is the fact that judgment of archivists will determine how the future views the past. Archivists may also experiment with Web 2.0 technologies to describe which can best meet the needs of archivists and patrons. [8]

Clearly, there are similarities between librarians and archivists when it comes to outreach, dealing with patrons, organizing materials, and describing collections, but there are so many differences between the two professions. Part of the problem is that the two disciplines are smashed together as part of MLIS (Master of Library and Information Science) programs, with very few programs specifically about archives, leading these programs to be called "library programs" or the schools that host them "library schools."

Perhaps the SAA should accredit their own programs instead. Or maybe the SAA can come to an agreement with the ALA where both can work together to accredit programs, rather than the ALA to be in charge of accrediting programs, when it should really be a collaboration between both organizations if this is deemed to be necessary. Otherwise, the confusion between the two professions will cause problems with perceptions not only of archivists, but also of librarians, causing problems for those in both professions.

If you still think, after reading this post, that archivists and librarians are the same, then you truly are a dullard. The differences between them should be acknowledged and hopefully this post will help dispel some who believe the two are the same.

© 2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

Notes

[7] See the ICA page entitled "Who is an archivist?", "so, what exactly does an archivist do?" from anthroarchivist, and "What Archivists, Curators, and Museum Workers Do" section of the BLS Occupational Outlook Handbook.

[8] See Jennifer Wright's "Some Archival Career Advice" post, Peter Chan's "What Does it Take to Be a Well-rounded Digital Archivist?" post, Erica Siegrist's "Records Managers vs. Archivists – What’s the Difference?" post, Samantha Thompson's "What do archivists keep (or not)?" post, the "Historians in Archives" page on American Historical Association website, and J. Gordon Daines III and Cory L. Nimer's "Web 2.0 and Archives" article.

[everythingcanadian]

Kangaroo Pouch

Pairing: Peter Parker/Stephen Strange

Rating: G

No Warnings.

Summary:

Stephen is cold. Peter soothes him. Day 24 of promptober: Soothe

AO3 Portal

The gloves he slipped on in the car are a bit cold and stiff now. They are leather after all. However, he can warm his achy hands by wrapping his arms around Peter from behind. Letting his hands stuff into the kangaroo pocket on the younger man’s university hoodie that was one size too big. That’s how his boyfriend liked them though.

The small giggle that Stephen hears and feels under his chin is wonderful. A little bounce in his hyper aware sweetie. A small and lovely aid to soothe his icy nerve endings in his hands and mind. It helps that Peter is warm under his leather-gloved fingers and palms and wrists. He knows that once he started to warm up against the smaller man that the numb nerves would start to burn and turn fiery up his arms. They may become unbearable. 

“Cold, Sir?” Peter says, voice even but body pressing back into the older man. A bit of a snuggle in the chilly New York Autumn air. The field had wind blowing in their favour, but it was still blowing.  

Stephen can practically see the smirk on Peter’s face even though the lad is facing away from him and looking at the Columbia vs Yale football game in front of them. The little cheeky honorific has Stephen rumbling in his chest. The low vibrating hum rattles around inside Peter’s mind and chest.

“Only a bit. My hands-” Stephen started.

Peter wiggles their hands around in the large and soft kangaroo pouch. Peter pressed Stephen’s hands to his lower belly, his own slim hands lightly resting and holding them down. His thumbs rub slow circles where thumb meets the back of the hand. He wriggles a little from under Stephen’s chin so he’s got a bit of room on Stephen’s shoulder. He turns his head to press his warm lips to a goatee lined jaw and chin. “Better?”

“Getting there, sweetheart. Christ you’re a mini furnace.” The deep baritone mumbled between them was its own warm balm to Peter’s soul. “Now that my hands are warming up- I think my lips are too cold now.”

Peter watched those sea-glass eyes flit to his and away. An open flirtation. That half smile coming out to play. “You have to come get it then. I’m not elastic… Sir. ”

Stephen’s grin was wide and his laugh easy. Both of them slowly soothe each other in different ways. He turned his face towards Peter so they could have a half-kiss with their odd angle.

[jolkienscommonplace]

May 24th Commonplace:

okay! honestly we could talk about how we discussed the fellowship as it formed, and how discourse informs characters wrt archaic voices vs. modern voices, and how Sam is Frodo’s boyfriend;

But there was a presentation where one of my classmates played music from the Peter Jackson movies on her violin, and it was INCREDIBLE I was very tempted to just ask if she could play more, I won’t say her name but GOOD GOD it was so impressive, yes she went like 10 minutes over time but frankly I wouldn’t have cared if she had presented for 40mins. LIKE!!! did you know that Howard Shore used and inverted and flipped version of the tune from Concerning Hobbits to make the Orc theme????? I was gooped

[leepunzel]

So I watched "Black Christmas" '74...and I found myself to be on neither side in the storyline of Jess and Peter.

She makes her mind up about abortion without even discussing it with her boyfriend. And it's plain to see why: she thinks it's going to interfere with her education. But I think she should've talked it over BEFORE coming to a decision. I think it's worth pointing out that this was made a year after after the Roe vs. Wade decision. Women were sold a lie by the patriarchy that having a baby would slow them down and the only way to be successful was to get rid of it. Both sides didn't try to be a prescence on college campuses after that. And it's sad as I've seen women in her position decide to go through with motherhood AND an education. Raise it, give it for adoption, it was a consensual relationship and you need to accept the consequences.

Peter on the other hand, he has rage problems. And while Jess says he's usually so gentle, I think getting married would've been a mistake because she clearly didn't want to be with him. And I feel it's not always necessary to get married unless you feel it's the right decision. Again, I would suggest that giving that baby up for adoption would've been better.

However, this is all a moot point.

He dies, and while she was found passed out, I either think she may have had a miscarriage from the ordeal or she might not've survived the night seeing as that killer was never found.

But in short, this movie is why I support Pregnant on Campus because too many women feel that's what they HAVE to do in this situation. And they never think there's always help for them.

[hailing-stars]

I wrote this fic almost a year ago, one of my first irondad one-shots and my writing has improved so much lmao, but I didn’t have a tumblr back then, so I thought it was worth posting here. also May dates doc ock which happens in the comics but was still uncomfortable to write lol 

summary - something nefarious 

“I didn’t,” he said, then frowned. “I don’t. I’m just… distracted.”

Mr. Stark’s raised eyebrow demanded an answer.

“…Umm,” said Peter. He picked the first non-college thought that popped into his head. “Well Aunt May has this new boyfriend.”

“And you hate him.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Sounds about right,” said Mr. Stark, with a sigh, as Peter checked his phone.

OR

Peter gets beat up by May's new boyfriend, because May's new boyfriend is Doc Ock and Peter is nosey.

Tony just wants to work on a car with his Spidey son and send him to college in one piece.

read on ao3 or after the undercut

Peter stared at the car parts scattered across the floor. He tried to remember enough to start assembling, or to at least make a little bit of progress before Mr. Stark looked away from whatever he was working on and saw no changes were made. It was useless. He couldn’t concentrate. Not on that. Not during that particular moment.

His thoughts belonged elsewhere, anywhere else, actually, but mostly not there. On the car. Completing the car meant completing a lie, or more importantly, led Peter closer to the moment he’d have to confess to Mr. Stark that he wouldn’t be attending MIT in the fall and therefore wouldn’t need this particular graduation present.

Peter had trouble deciding what would upset Mr. Stark more, his choice of school or that attending NYU rendered his gift useless.

“Every college man needs a car,” he had told him, then proceeded to try and rush off to get him a brand-new Audi. Peter’s lucky to have both May and Pepper. They were there to force him into a compromise

.May picked out some rundown car at a junk lot, and Mr. Stark would help him fix it up.

This compromise meant every Saturday that summer belonged to the workshop. He didn’t mind that part. Spending time with Mr. Stark was one of his favorite things to do. Especially there, in the workshop, where new Iron Man suits were born. If Peter were really going away to Massachusetts for school next fall, which he definitely wasn’t, he would miss him, almost as much as May.

The thought crossed his mind that he might end up missing Mr. Stark after all. Peter isn’t completely above pretending to be at MIT while he really hung around New York. It sounded a lot better and like a lot less drama than giving him the bad news.

“You were right,” said Mr. Stark. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he stood over where Peter worked, or pretended to work, on the floor. “Clearly you don’t need my help.”

“I didn’t,” he said, then frowned. “I don’t. I’m just… distracted.”

Mr. Stark’s raised eyebrow demanded an answer.

“…Umm,” said Peter. He picked the first non-college thought that popped into his head. “Well Aunt May has this new boyfriend.”

“And you hate him.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Sounds about right,” said Mr. Stark, with a sigh, as Peter checked his phone.

“Oh shit,” he said, and struggled to get to his feet. He sprinted to the other side of the workshop, grabbed his bookbag from the floor, then sprinted back to Mr. Stark. “I’m going to be late. I’m supposed to be meeting him tonight.”

He waited for the blow to come. A sarcastic comment. An ill-received joke. Peter prepared to defend himself for hating the man without ever meeting him, but the blow never came. This is something that, maybe, Mr. Stark understood, too. Peter didn’t need a reason to dislike any of May’s boyfriends, although he felt like he had plenty from overheard bits of conversations on the phone.

His name was reason enough. Doctor Otto.

Peter looked up once he adjusted the strap of his bookbag, and followed Mr. Stark’s gaze over to the car, if it could even be called a car at that point, sitting in the middle of the room.

“At this rate it’s never gonna be finished by fall.”

“Sorry Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “I’ll come back tomorrow?”

“Nope, tomorrow I’m spending the day with Pepper,” he said, then pointed at him. “Next Saturday I’m helping you, and cut it out with the Mr. Stark, alright? I told you. It’s Tony. You’re an adult now. Use your big boy words.”  

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark.”

Peter was almost out the door when he heard Mr. Stark grumble, “Smartass.”

*

He was, as predicted, late for dinner. He opened the apartment door to one of the most traumatizing sights he’d ever seen in his eighteen years of life. May and Doctor Otto were standing uncomfortably close, but worse of all, they were breaking apart, as if they’d been closer, as if they’d been kissing.

His eyes settled over the man, but Peter’s feet stayed planted in the foyer, letting the door fall shut behind him. Doctor Otto was tall, with dark hair and fit. His button up shirt stuck too close to his skin, but that wasn’t the most unsettling observation Peter made that night. It was the look in his eyes. Possibly, it was the same look Peter gave him as he sized him up, as the both of them were making up their minds about each other there in his aunt’s apartment.

The apartment they used to share with his uncle Ben.

“You must be Peter,” said Otto. He broke out of the kitchen and started across the apartment towards him.

“Obviously.”

Otto looked taken back for a half-second, then quickly recovered and pretended he hadn’t heard the tone. Behind him, May glared and mouthed at him to be nice.

“I’m Otto,” he said. His grip was loose and flimsy, like a fish out of water or a man who’s trying too hard to pretend to be unassuming. Peter knew better than to fall for that. “May told me so much about you.”

“Really?” said Peter. “I haven’t heard very much about you at all actually…”

“Peter,” said May, marching across the kitchen and joining them in the foyer. She stood by Otto, on his side, and hooked her arm through his. “He’s joking.” She looked at Peter. “You’re joking, but the joke’s over now.”

The couple walked back into the kitchen, arms still linked, and Peter swallowed misplaced stomach acid. His feet felt like dead weights as he followed them to the kitchen table. He didn’t know how he would make it through dinner without puking, but he should at least try it. He should at least try to be polite even if Otto made his skin crawl and his stomach turn, just so May wouldn’t kill him once he left. If he ever left.

He looked so comfortable on May’s side of the dinner table, where Ben used to sit, Peter wasn’t so sure they would ever get rid of him.

He stayed polite by keeping his responses as short as possible. He nodded when he could, he forced himself to smile, and occasionally, would make a noise that implied he was paying attention and actually, he was. Otto went on and on about his research with radioactive substances, maybe trying to impress him, but after spending so much time with Mr. Stark, it was hard to be impressed by someone so mediocre.

“I’ve heard you’re pretty into science yourself,” said Otto. There was a stray lasagna noodle hanging on his chin, and Peter had a hard time looking anywhere else. “I’ll have to get your opinion on my work sometime.”

“Oh,” said Peter. He looked down at his plate and pushed a few noodles around with his fork. “I doubt I would have the time for that. I intern for Mr. Stark, and he keeps me pretty busy.”

May narrowed her eyes at Peter, who stared right back. Otto was her boyfriend. It didn’t mean he was obligated to spend time with him.

“I’m sure he does,” said Otto, and Peter smiled for the first time since coming home, enjoying the bit of jealousy laced into his voice.

That night, Peter laid in bed and stared at his ceiling. The more his brain turned and turned and turned with all that talking about radioactive substances, about wanting to work with them, about AIs that would allow him to do it, the more it didn’t sound right. AIs were dangerous in the wrong hands. Peter didn’t think they should be trusted in the same hands that had trouble keeping food on his plate or in his mouth.

He didn’t sleep until he resolved to start an investigation, and to not give it up until he found something so incriminating May would break up with him.

Peter had a simple plan.

He set his alarm early, at least for an otherwise lazy Sunday morning, and stayed in his room. He pretended to be asleep until he heard the shower water running. He slipped out of bed and made his footsteps light as he crept into May’s bedroom. Her phone sat on the nightstand, and once in his hands, it was an easy hack. Something so simple and learned so easily by spending enough time around Mr. Stark, who was quick to teach Peter anything he wanted to know. He scrolled with his thumb until he found Otto’s contact information, grinning when he finally came across what he’d been looking for, an address.

He sent it to his phone, wiped the message history and returned it to its original position on the nightstand.

By the time May came out of the bathroom, Peter sat at the kitchen table, watching YouTube videos on his phone and eating a bowl of cereal. The empty box laid sideways on the table.

“Good morning, May,” he said, as she walked past him.

She headed to the coffee pot, or at least she had started in that direction. She backtracked several steps to stand in the kitchen entryway, observing him with her hands on her hips, until Peter was forced to acknowledge her.

“No.”

“No to what?”

“To whatever you’re up to,” she said. “I know that look, and I know what it means.”

“But I’m not even doing anything.”

“Does what you’re not doing have anything to do with Otto, by any chance?” she asked. Peter blinked at her, and she pulled on her we’re-about-to-have-a-serious-discussion face while she pulled out the chair next to him. “Did you know all those nights you spend going off, having your little Avengers missions, I sit here in this kitchen, by myself, worrying to death about you? Every single time. It never gets less scary, but it always ends the same way. Do you know how?”

“Umm…” said Peter. He had a feeling he knew, but he felt like answering would be walking into a trap.

“With you coming through that door complaining,” she said. “Mr. Stark is so over-protective. He’s paranoid! He won’t let me anything –“

“-My voice isn’t that high.”

“The point,” said May. “Is that you are doing the same thing, with me, now.”

Peter dropped his spoon, and looked at her, really looked at her. She made a good point. He hated that, because this situation was clearly different. Relationships were definitely more dangerous than his missions with the Avengers.

“I miss Ben too, but I have to start dating again sometime, you know?”

“I know,” said Peter. “Does it have to be this guy, though?”

May rolled her eyes, stood up and headed to her beloved coffee pot. “Give him a chance, Peter.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. Peter would give him a chance, just as soon as he investigated and only if he couldn’t find anything on him. He hoped he would. His aunt deserved someone better than the idiot who talked only about himself all evening with a noodle hanging off his chin.

His investigation started later on that same day.

*

Peter sat cross-legged on the top of Otto’s apartment building while he ate his dinner, a slightly cold sandwich from Delmar’s. He picked it up on the way over, with the intention of being able to eat it when he got home, but this stake-out was taking longer than he expected. It only served to prove Peter’s suspicions. Otto was up to something nefarious. Obviously. There was no other reason for him to be away from his apartment all day long when he told May he was spending the day grocery shopping and doing laundry.

He waited hours on that rooftop, watching the city below him and listening to all its sounds, only to finally tire out and head back home empty handed. Without any evidence. He hadn’t been entirely sure what he expected to find there, anyway.

Peter crawled through his bedroom window, then heard it. He ditched his suit for regular clothes and discovered the reason Otto hadn’t returned home to his apartment. He was here. On the couch with May. Watching a movie with his arm around her.

“Oh hey, Peter,” said May. She paused the movie, and both pairs of eyes stared him down. “I didn’t know you were home. Do you want to watch this with us?”

“He probably doesn’t have the time,” said Otto. It was lighthearted, but it grated at Peter’s nerves.

He dismissed himself. Politely. He could foreign politeness just as well as Otto could pretend to be meek.

Peter paced in his room. Back and forth, back and forth, thinking fast and frantic. He stopped when his thoughts did, when his he lifted his head from staring at the floor and his eyes fell over to his desk drawer. A new idea, like a spark, sent him barreling to his knees in front of the drawer. He yanked it open and searched through it, pulling out papers and graded homework from years before as it did.

But it was useless. They were all gone. A tracker would have been perfect, would have done his job for him, but they weren’t anymore left. Not in his drawer, or in his suit.

There was one more option but asking Mr. Stark for more trackers invited his questions. He collapsed on his bed, realizing he didn’t have much of a choice, and put his scheme against Otto off until Saturday.

It rolled around fast, and Mr. Stark hadn’t been kidding when he told him he’d be helping him this time around. Within five minutes of his arrival at the workshop, the two of them were side-by-side, shoulders nearly touching, face-up underneath the frame of the car. He passed him tools, explained to him what did what, and what to screw and where. It was almost like having a dad again, and it pushed Otto and the tracker to the very back of his brain.

He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

But when there wasn’t May and her boyfriend to worry about, his mind reverted back to worrying over the moment he confessed to Mr. Stark MIT wasn’t happening.

Thinking about not going ached like regret. He wasn’t just disappointing Mr. Stark, but himself. As fall got closer and closer, he realized more and more MIT was the perfect place for him. He didn’t understand how Mr. Stark knew that long before Peter, but none of it mattered. It didn’t change anything. He still couldn’t go.

He already declined the offer, and there were two very good reasons that went into that decision. The first was Queens. His city still needed Spider-Man. The second was more important. He couldn’t leave May. Who else would investigate and stalk her boyfriends, or eat Thai food on the couch while watching trash reality TV?

A nudge on his shoulder broke him out of his thoughts.

“Let’s take a break,” said Mr. Stark. They both scooted out from under the car and sat up. Mr. Stark threw a rag at him. Peter used it immediately, wiping off the black smudges he felt on his cheeks, then his hands. “How’s the situation with May and the new boyfriend?”

“His name is Otto,” said Peter. “He’s a tool.”

“Otto, huh? No wonder why you don’t like him,” Mr. Stark stood and walked over to a stool where his phone sat, leaving Peter to sit on the floor, using his hands as props to support the rest of his body.

Peter stared at the back of Mr. Stark’s head while he strolled through his phone. He figured it was now or never. To ask about those trackers, not for the college confession. He still had a couple of weeks until he would need to disclose that information, and he planned to procrastinate as long as possible. He found his voice, though it wavered when his request was said out loud, causing Mr. Stark to turn around and look away from the phone in his hand.

“Why? What for?”

“To track… someone,” said Peter.

Mr. Stark tilted his head at him. Forget being trapped under buildings. He was eighteen years old and one look from him turned him back into a guilty first-grader. It ruled out the possible scheme of pretending to be in Massachusetts in the fall. He’d never be able to pull that off.

“I got that,” he said. “Who?”

“No one important.”

He made a face like he didn’t believe him but walked away and returned with a handful of the tiny trackers despite his unanswered questions. He passed them to Peter, who had to stand to collect them. He shoved them in the smallest pocket of his bookbag.

“So, what is it this time?” he asked. “Man who thinks he’s a bird? Another lizard guy?”

“Nothing that like.”

He made the same face. It was every bit pinched as it was disbelieving, as if there were questions beating down a wall in his mind. Old Mr. Stark didn’t have that wall. He wouldn’t sat him down and demanded to know exactly what the trackers were used for. New Mr. Stark, who was inspired either by Pepper or a therapist, maybe both, let it go. He asked questions. He pried, but he didn’t stop him from making his own mistakes.

Sometimes Peter missed the old version. He felt less guilty about lying to helicopter Mr. Stark.

“If you’re ever in over your head,” he said. He twirled a screw-driver in his hand. “I’m just a phone call away.”

Peter looked at him, really looked at him and saw the scruff, dirt and grime instead of the billionaire wearing a suit and sunglasses. It was the workshop effect. Everything became a little more real, a little more transparent under the grease and dust, and under the dim lighting, Mr. Stark was just someone who worried too much about the people he loved.

And also, someone who was getting better and better at heaping on the guilt without even trying to do it.

The golden opportunity to put a tracker on Otto presented itself later on that same evening. Him and May were close on the couch, in their usual positions, as Peter stomped through the living room, still covered in the grease and dust of the workshop and swallowing another bout of stomach acid. They didn’t notice him, so he didn’t even try to be discrete when he slipped a tracker inside the seams of Otto’s coat.

He shouldn’t have left it out in the open like that. Just hanging on a kitchen chair.

After that, all he needed to do was wait, and he didn’t even have to do that for very long.

Otto excused himself from their movie night unusually early. As soon as Peter heard the apartment door shut, he pulled his mask on and watched the blue dot which represented Otto move across the map. It didn’t go to the dodgy apartment building where he lived. It went to the labs where he worked. Awfully late to be going to work. Unless that was his angle. To access the lab when the rest of the employees weren’t around and couldn’t see what he was doing.

Only one way to find out.

He suited up and followed the beacon to the labs. He was done pretending to be polite, so slamming through one of the windows and shattering glass everywhere as he tumbled into the building didn’t seem like an imposition. No alarm sounded, either, which was an added bonus.

The last thing he needed was for him to be tipped off about Spider-Man’s arrival.

He followed faint noises to find Otto, and when he got to the room he was in, he crawled up the wall and stuck to the ceiling, watching upside down as Otto maneuvered around the lab, unaware of his presence. Nothing seemed special. Nothing seemed to catch Peter’s eyes, until Otto walked over to a place in the lab he wouldn’t have known to look if he hadn’t gone over there.

He strapped himself into a harness, and from that harness, gained four new arms. Mechanical ones, with claws at the ends of them, and they were snapping. It concerned Peter that all four of them were extending upward, in his direction, but in retrospect it probably should’ve concerned him a little bit more. It just took one sudden movement, one metal tentacle shooting up fast and abrupt inches from where Peter hung to send him somersaulting to the ground.

He stuck the landing with his shoulders stuck out for balance, and looked up, looked into the eyes of Otto Octavius and saw the same something nefarious he saw the first time he met him. Granted, it was hard to take seriously with four mechanical claws floating around and snapping at him.

“What are you supposed to be?” asked Peter. Maybe Mr. Stark wasn’t too far off with his guesses that had to do with animals. “An octopus?”

“Glad you could finally find the time to join me, Peter.”

“Wait, what –“

“You’re really not that great at keeping secrets,” said Otto. His eyes drifted off to the equipment to his left, then back to Peter. “So, I’m sure you’ll understand this isn’t personal. I just can’t have you running off and telling Iron Man about all this.”

It was over before it started. While Peter was busy looking at all the things Otto didn’t want to Mr. Stark to find out about. He didn’t know what they were, or what they did, or why it would mean trouble for him if Iron Man discovered it, but that didn’t stop him from attacking.

Fast and abrupt just like the first time. He managed to dodge the first, but the second caught him in his belly and swatted him against the wall. He crashed to the floor, awkward and ungraceful, and thanks to his upgraded hearing, could hear the bone in his leg snapping before he even felt it. But the pain did come and distracted him from the third metal arm that lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.

It was Otto’s real hands that punched him, hit him hard in the stomach, on the face, but all Peter felt was the pain in his leg. He kept his focus there when the punching stopped, when Otto’s hands came up around his neck and cut off his air supply.

He was about to get killed by a man who couldn’t eat without getting food on his face.

That’s when he heard it. The gloriously familiar sound Iron Man made when he hovered, followed by his voice.

“Get your grubby tentacles off my kid, kraken.”

Peter was dropped to the floor, on his pitifully broken leg, but he felt better than fine. For all the aches and pains, even the stabbing one in his leg, he knew this was a fight that wouldn’t last long, either. There was no stomach acid as he watched Otto attempt to smack Iron Man around with those ridiculous metal arms. Mr. Stark wasn’t distracted, was ready for it and simply blasted him away with his repulsor beam. He flew across the room, crashed into the wall the same way Peter had and thudded to the floor.

Mr. Stark wasn’t done, though, even if Otto was no longer in any condition to fight. He didn’t stop until every single one of the metal arms were disbanded, snapped in half or otherwise disposed, and it isn’t until Otto is knocked unconscious that Mr. Stark lands next to Peter.

“Mr. Ssstark –“ said Peter. “I - I didn’t call.”

“Yeah, well, you’re just lucky you weren’t the only one tracking someone tonight, kid,” he said. He kneeled down next to him. “What’s the damage?”

“Leg’s broken.”

He felt the pain then, all at once, as if saying it out loud made it present. He gasped, and Mr. Stark winced. He turned his head, leveled another glare at Otto, and for a second, Peter thought he might go back over there, kick him while he’s down and unconscious, but the moment passed. Mr. Stark wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulder’s, and very carefully, put his other arm under his legs, eventually scooping him off the ground.

Any energy he usually would have spent protesting being carried is focused towards the pain radiating throughout his body. He shut his eyes and hoped to pass out while they went soaring into the night’s sky.

*

They put him on painkillers.

Mr. Stark’s medical team were quick about that one, and the drugs were fast. They were both speedy and strong. He didn’t remember much about the process of having his leg set and casted, but he did remember voices murmuring up above him. He couldn’t quite hold on to them, but they were talking, amazed, about his healing abilities. It would take just a couple of days for his leg to be back to normal, and less than that for the bruises to disappear.

Until then, however, he was laid up on Mr. Stark’s couch. His leg was propped up, in a blue cast and there were lots of pillows supporting his back, so he could sit up without effort. Everything came back into focus. The blurriness in his head cleared up as the pain started to trickle back in. Then he remembered.

He had just one concern.

“I need to call May,” said Peter, and to his shock, a voice answered back.

“Already done.”

He slowly, carefully, turned his head and saw Mr. Stark in the recliner, staring at him.

“Don’t worry,” he told him. “I broke the news to her about the octopus, too.”

“Is he –“

“-He’s alive,” said Mr. Stark. “Uh, he just won’t be doing very much for a while, and he definitely won’t be calling your aunt back.”

Relief flooded through muscles that should’ve ached. Mission accomplished, but it didn’t feel as good as he thought it would. It sort of sucked, actually. That May started dating again just to get stuck with Otto. That her happiness got delayed again. It only served to reinforce his already made-up about staying in the city for school.

He looked at Mr. Stark. It was the perfect time for the truth about college. While he was drugged out and the consequences didn’t seem as bad, and while he was bruised and broken to the point Mr. Stark would feel guilty if he started to yell.  

“I have to tell you something,” said Peter.

Mr. Stark looked up from his phone and didn’t miss a beat. “I already know you think you’re not going to MIT, Peter.”

Maybe it was still the drugs, but he didn’t quite catch what was said, or at least the implication behind what was said.

“W-what?”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he said. “And I knew you would end up getting cold feet, so I paid someone at the admissions office to keep an eye out for your acceptance status. When you declined, idiot move by the way, I just had the evidence destroyed and sent in the deposit for your first semester instead.”

It was said so simply. As if it were completely normal behavior to employ spies at a university, and as if semesters at MIT were cheap. This was helicopter Mr. Stark. He never really left. He just tried to change during the moments that really mattered, or the ones that didn’t. Peter couldn’t figure out which way it went, but either way, he felt the only appropriate reaction was anger. Only as much anger as the medication would allow, though.

He still felt pretty fuzzy.

“…you can’t just do that,” said Peter. “You can’t just accept on my behalf and force me to go.”

“Sure I can, I already did.” said Mr. Stark. He leaned back in the recliner. “Tell me that you really don’t want to go. Convince me, and I’ll pull my deposit and put it towards a school closer to home.”

Peter didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. He, apparently, wasn’t capable of lying even without the drugs, so he didn’t see a point in trying. All that was left was the truth.

“I can’t leave May, or Queens.”

“Your aunt is more than capable of protecting herself,” said Mr. Stark. “And you know she wouldn’t want you to sit out of college her behalf. She would never forgive herself, and besides, I’ll still be here.”

“Spider-Man –“

“-will take a break.”

Peter didn’t attempt anymore arguments. There wasn’t any Mr. Stark wouldn’t easily counter, and there wasn’t any energy left in him to try it. He was going to MIT in the fall. It was inevitable now, and different, because he could blame Mr. Stark for it every time he felt like it was selfish. It was a better gift than paying his tuition, really. That he could go to the college he wanted and push all the guilt on Mr. Stark for manipulating the situation.

He’d still feel bad about leaving Aunt May, of course, but he figured Mr. Stark was right. She would feel bad if he didn’t go, and he’d end up feeling terrible either way.

The conversation was officially over, so Mr. Stark provided him with more painkillers, a cold-pack for his swelling eyes, a glass of water and a demand for him to get some rest. The pills made him sleep, and when he woke up, he felt better. Still hurt, but better than the night before. Well enough even to get up and try to move around on the crutches.

He found Mr. Stark in the workshop and stopped, sudden and shocked, at the shiny car sitting in the middle of the room.

“Mr. Stark,” said Peter. He leaned on the crutches, putting his full weight there instead of his good leg. “How long was I asleep?”

“Just the night,” said Mr. Stark. “And half the day. Why?”

“What is that?”  

“Your car,” he said. “Don’t you recognize it?”

“No. This… this can’t be the same car.”

The car they’d be working on was rusty and falling apart despite all their effort. This one looked new and fast.

“Maybe I put some custom parts in it,” he said. There were a few seconds of silence. “Maybe I put a lot of custom parts in it.”

“May’s going to flip.”

“She’s not going to be thrilled about those bruises, either, genius, but I figured it’ll be better if we get it over with all at the same time.”

Peter nodded, and Mr. Stark was correct. She wasn’t thrilled with his broken leg, or his black-eyes and bruises. He had returned to the couch in the penthouse living room when she arrived. She sat next to him, looking him over, and apologized.

“I should’ve known,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Peter.”

Hearing her apologize hurt worse than any of his injuries. This one was Peter’s fault. Otto turned out to be crazy only by chance. He only stumbled into some scheme he didn’t even understand, and next time, he knew that wouldn’t be the case. That eventually May would date someone normal, who wasn’t Ben, and he’d have to accept that, from miles away in Massachusetts.

Thanks to Mr. Stark’s meddling he didn’t have much time left in Queens. Just a few weeks.  

“I’m sorry too,” said Peter. “I promise I won’t go all Mr. Stark on you next time you date someone… unless there really is –“

May narrowed her eyes.

“I promise I won’t stalk your next boyfriend.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” said May. She looked around the big, empty living room. “Where’s Tony? He said he had something to show me…”

Peter happily directed her to the workshop, happy for once someone else was in trouble and not him. That he had nothing to do with the under authorized upgrades on his graduation present. He watched her disappeared into the elevator, preferring the couch over front seats to seeing May berate Mr. Stark about the car. He needed the rest to heal, and anyway, he was pretty sure he’d be able to hear the shouting that he knew was coming.

[annabellelupin]

Alice: this is my partner Mary and this is my other partner frank

Alice: that's my best friend lily and our other best friends Marlene and dorcas who are super gay for each other except on Slytherin vs Gryffindor quidditch game days

Alice: that's lily's boyfriend James, and James's husband Sirius and Sirius's husband remus

Alice: that's Peter, he's our therapist and mom friend

Alice: and the depressed gay and ace emo trans boy over there is Sirius' little brother Regulus that may or may not have had a crush on James for like 3 years now

[misguidedasgardian]

Kinktober/Halloween

May I present to you, my Halloween /Kinktober Lineup, one shots I´m writing to celebrate halloween and Kinktober! wuhuuuu, starting Oct 25th and Finishing in October 31 st.

Classic horror inspired stories, and some more contemporary, and embelished with a kinkyness

🎃 = Terror // 👻= Dark // 🔪= Graphic Violence //🩸= Gore // 😈 = Sexual acts // ☠️ = death

Kinktober Lineup

1. The monster over my bed (DarkStepdad!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) 😈🎃👻Part II

It wasn´t the monster outside the window you had to worry about, nor the one under your bed, but the one that could get over it

2. YOU (Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader) 😈🎃👻☠️

It was so wrong to start an affair with your boss, but when you wanted to put an end to it, it was too late, you were already trapped

3. The Hunt (Winter soldier x Avenger!Fem Reader) 😈👻🔪☠️

Zemo had managed to turn Bucky back to the winter soldier, and his first command was to come after you and Sam, in his personal hunting ground

4. Summer Camp (Dark!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes) 🎃👻🔪🩸😈☠️

C´mon, the new SHIELD hideout was laughable, an old abandoned summer camp? It was actually clever since nobody in their right minds would go near it, you know, because of the legend of Jason and whatnot

5. For the Band (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Demon!FemaleReader x Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Thor x Dark!Sam Wilson) 🎃👻🔪😈🩸☠️

Being sarificed in a satanic ritual by a rock band wasn´t what you had in mind when your friend invited you to party with her. But now, you are going to enjoy it

6. The babySitter (Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes Ft. Peter Parker) 😈🎃👻

You were babysitting your neighbors kids, and decided to invite your boyfriend to join you after hours to watch some horror movies, after all, it was Halloween night

7. Survivor, (Dark!Avengers VS. Fem!Reader) 🎃👻🔪🩸

Because in a good movie, the protagonist always survives despite the odds and the deranged characters who were after her

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Three Doctors

Synopsis

Time itself is in peril! The Time Lords find themselves besieged by a mysterious enemy. Vital cosmic energy is draining into a black hole, and the Doctor is their only hope. Trapped in the TARDIS, however, he's powerless. The only way out is to break the First Law of Time to let the Doctor help himself — literally...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith

Synopsis

After Sarah Jane starts acting suspiciously, Luke, Clyde, Rani and K9 investigate. They discover she has a boyfriend, Peter Dalton, and they are going to get married. Clyde suspects Peter may be an alien. At the wedding, an old enemy returns. As the gang find themselves trapped in a time loop in Limbo, can a very special friend from the past save Sarah Jane, her friends and the entire planet Earth from the wrath of the Trickster?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted  

[parkers-gal]

masterlist

requests | closed to complete current requests <3

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant