#THE FUN FILLED FISTS OF EVERYBODY'S FAVORITE MAN WITHOUT FEAR!!!

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Daredevil #20 - "The Verdict Is: Death!" (1966)

Written by Stan Lee Art by Gene Colan (pencils), Mickey Demeo (inks)

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Hooooh boy👀 okay so if you have a character limit just do Dabi and Shinsou (my absolute favourite boys) but if you don't have a character limit I'd also like Aizawa and Bakugou with a s/o who's very obedient and good for them (and ofc good to them) and they're afraid that they're boring because they don't really break any rules or misbehave. Everybody's on and on abt brats and my obedient subby lil ass is over here like qwq obedient subbies aren't boring😤😤 take your time and don't feel pressured oke?? 💕💕

oh my god i love you, you are so so sweet 💕💕💕 I hope I did this request justice, the implications are just !!! So sweet QuQ

no character limit, so i will do all the bbys 🥰

TW: NSFW, Dom/sub themes, light quirk use for sexy times (shinsou), Daddy kink (for Aizawa, I’m sorry lol), some name calling... I think that’s it! Let me know if I missed anything!

HERES MY TAKE ON SUPER GOOD SUBS AND HOW THE HUBBIES WOULD REACT!

-Dabi-

•Okay okay so we all know Dabi is a HARD dom, he has a LOT of aggression to work through in a healthy way, and you help make that happen!

•You’d worry that Dabi would prefer a “bad girl”, a brat that talked back sometimes so he could punish them and REALLY let all that frustration out!

•Once you talked to him about it he would laugh at you. He’s just mean like that lol. BUT once he calmed down and realized it was something that was actually bothering you he’d just look at you and be like “...really?”

•Because what you HADN’T considered is that Dabi spent so much of his life with absolutely no control over his environment, he lived in constant fear of uncertainty. The only certainty he EVER had at home was pain.

•You provide him with total control. You never talk back, you never question him. You do as you’re told and then you say “Thank you Sir” in your sweet little voice no matter what depraved things he’s made you do for him. The absolute control he has with you makes him feel like he’s on top of the world! And you THANK him for it??? Way to stroke his massive ego while you’re at it, damn.

•You give him the stability he never thought he’d have, and the unconditional love and adoration and worship that he never thought he deserved. To him, you’re perfect. His perfect little angel. He would kill and die for you. He would get drunk off of your submission.

•He’d get bored of a brat pretty quickly, not as much of a power trip in his opinion. XP

•I feel like he doesn’t really go heavy on the praise, but when it DOES happen, when you’re on your knees worshipping his cock and using your talented mouth for what it’s MEANT to be used for, and he’s certain your mouth was meant for this, and he slides a hand into your hair grabbing a handful and tugging while his other hand grasps at any stable piece of furniture for some stability and groans out unfiltered praises in his deep gravelly voice??? It feels like you’re both on cloud nine, and nothing is ever going to tear you down from it.

-Shinsou-

• Shinsou would love his precious little kitty cat and shower you with praise and adoration and gifts to reward you for being so good for him all the time. He is a quiet simp, and will the worship the ground you walk on.

• If you voiced your concern about being boring, he would just smile deviously and then back you up against a wall of your shared apartment and start kissing your neck and saying things like “What do you mean kitty cat, don’t we have fun?” And then he will spend the next few hours reminding you just how much fun you have together~~~

• He would make sure that you never worried about being boring again. He would have a wonderful time making you verbalize all the "fun" things you want him to do to you. The fact that he can make you say all those embarrassing things so easily and make you beg for him without a second thought from you makes him so unbelievably feral. He doesn't even have to use his quirk to make you do anything he wants, which makes him feel like the most powerful man that’s ever lived, although whenever you bat your pretty little eyes at him and beg him to "Pleeeaaaassseeee brainwash me and turn me into your puppet? Pretty please?”. He will melt, and he will HAVE to grant all his perfect little kitten’s wishes.

• The reason he absolutely adores your complete obedience and submission is the undying and unwavering trust you clearly have in him. To do all the things he asks of you, no matter how humiliating, without so much as a single complaint? It makes him lightheaded and he will tell you that there is only one feeling in the world better than that, and thats being in love with you. He’s such a sap.

• It's the trust he gets off on. Even after becoming a pro-hero, the media tends to treat him similarly to Aizawa. They have this sort of “scary vigilanty that barely operates within the law” angle on him, even though he isn’t scary at all, and he’s a wonderful hero. The public tends to like him, but in a wary sort of way. Some people are still afraid to look him in the eyes or respond to him at all. So the trust you openly display is intoxicating to him.

• And of course, as is most important, the fact that you trust him enough that you will use your safe word when you need to, knowing that he will immediately put a stop to whatever is going on and hold you tight and take care of you never fails to warm his heart. He is never disappointed when this happens because it shows just how much you TRUST him to take care of you and not abuse his power.

-Aizawa-

• Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

•Okay so Aizawa is a different beast entirely.

•We all know Aizawa is a Daddy, and he expects his sweet little submissive baby to behave at all times. He’s HAD bratty subs before, and honestly, he finds them tiring. He can and WILL correct misbehaving subs with an iron fist, but over time he’s gotten tired of the whiny “make me”’s and the purposeful breaking of his carefully thought out rules.

•He deals with bratty teens all day, what makes you think he has the patience to deal with another brat at HOME? Nah.

•What he enjoys most about your near worshipful levels of obedience and submission is the level of respect you display to him. How much you truly want to please him and impress him. He finds it equally endearing and entertaining.

• You memorized every single one of his rules, every position, every expectation that he had of you, and you never failed to preform beautifully. He would never expect PERFECTION from a partner, per say, he’s perfectly lenient when and if you make an honest mistake, but he tells you all the time how perfect you are for him. He’ll tell you how much he loves the lengths at which you’ll go to please him.

• This man LIVES to tease you about how obedient you are, almost daring you to step out of line. You never take the bait though, you just get adorably embarrassed and pout at him while he teases you more. “Awe, what is it kitten? You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it when I tease you.” as he drags his thumb across your lower lip while it trembles, the deep bass of his voice reverebrating through your skull and turning you to mush.

•He layers the praise on THICK when you’ve earned it. Once he’s had his fun tormenting and teasing and edging you, he will fuck you slowly and deeply, agonizingly, and he will tell you what a good little slut you are for his cock and it’s ages before you realize that he’s prolonging your torture by fucking you this way and saying these things to you. He wants to see how far he can push you before you either break down into a pitiful mess of tears and pleas, or if maybe ther IS a needy little brat in there just waiting to come out. It’s always the former though, and he always loves getting you to that point. You’d do anything for him, and he knows it. He gets just a little high on it.

-Bakugou-

•Mans wrote the BOOK on hero worship, and he expects you to worship.

•Pro-hero Dynamight expects nothing but perfection, and he expects you to measure up. He can tell a brat from a mile away, and I genuinely think he actively avoids them. He’s enough of a brat to for both of you anyway lmao

•I hope you like pain, because he’s the type to inflict it for fun and not just for punishment. A true sadist for the truest masochist.

•If you ever talked to Bakugou about your fear of being boring to him, I really hope you’re prepared for the consequences. “What??? You think if you were just some boring shitty extra that I’d honestly waste any time on you? Do you really think I’m that stupid???” Its all in an attempt to reassure you, but he will spend the rest of the night punishing you for thinking so lowly of yourself.

•No matter HOW good you seem to be, getting a praise out of this man is damn near IMPOSSIBLE, even when he IS pleased with you. Getting him to verbalize anything he’s happy about is a struggle, so you start to look for the subtle signs. You notice his hands trail lightly down your back when you handle the paddle better than the night before. The way he brushes your hair out of your face when he’s roughly fucking into you after a particularly frustrating day of hero work, and you don’t even bat an eye at his brutality. The soft smile you almost miss when you KNOW he’s had a rough day at work and meet him at the door, already on your knees in one of his favorite outfits and with dinner already cooking away on the stove. Sure, he usually cooks, but when all he has to do is come home and have you... He’s damn near ready to propose every time you do it because you are just. So. Good to him. Good for him. And on those days, when you’re both showered and warm in bed and he’s stroking your hair and half asleep, you can hear faint praises fall from his lips. You know he means them everyday, but it’s on these days when his stress is melted away completely by your touch and your love and he’s so filled with contentment and just by being with you that his heart and mind are relaxed enough to let a little vulnerability show. As a treat.

• He never thought he would feel like this about anyone. Never thought that anyone would ever measure up to his impossible standards, but you take all his gruffness in stride and throw it back at him by being warm and loving, following all of his rules, doing everything you can to make him happy, and treating him like a god. He can’t think of anything better than spending the rest of his life with you.

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Makayla Part Three

Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 2149

Part One; Part Two

Summary: Tensions are high in the bunker as you make a plan of attack against the vampires. Sam tries to make up for lost time. Everyone bonds with the newest Winchester. 

Notes: Okay, writing Sam trying to figure out how to be a dad is sooooo fun. Also, Uncle Dean is possibly my favorite thing ever. I hope you guys enjoy part three to this series! I’m having a blast!

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural​ . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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“Mom!” You woke up to the sound of your daughter screaming. “Mommy!” Makayla was kicking at the blankets, her little fists swinging at some invisible monster. Another nightmare. You grabbed her and pulled her into your arms. 

“It’s okay, baby. Wake up. I’ve got you.” You rocked her back and forth until her eyes opened, fat tears spilling onto her cheeks. “You’re alright, Kayla.”

“It was the monsters again. The shadow man.” 

“He isn’t here, baby.” You ran your fingers through her hair. “He can’t hurt you.” Your door flew open and Dean and Sam rushed in, Mary peaked out behind them. 

“What is it? Did it hurt you?” Sam rushed to the bed while Dean checked every corner, both holding their pistols. Mary even had a machete at the ready. 

“It’s okay, guys. She just had a bad dream.” You explained, groggily getting out of bed with Kayla still trembling in your arms. “Do you guys have any milk? That usually helps her calm down.” Sam thought for a moment, but Dean responded quickly. 

“Chocolate or white?” Sam turned and gave him a strange look. “What? That stuff is the nectar of the gods, Sammy.” Sam shook his head. 

“I can’t believe you're older than me.” 

“C-can I have chocolate milk, daddy?” Kayla sniffed.

“See, the kid gets it.” Dean scoffed. Mary smacked his arm. Sam was still processing being called dad. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen.” Sam held out his arms to take her and you hesitated. Then you remembered that you had been doing this for four years and he had missed all of it. You tried to give him a peace making smile, but he ignored you. Makayla buried her face in his shoulder, trying to hide her tears like a tough girl. Sam sat her down and went over to the fridge, finding the chocolate milk hidden behind a case of beers. 

“I woke everybody up.” Makayla cried, covering her face with her small hands. Sam poured the milk and hurried back over to her. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay.” He soothed, gently pulling her hands away. “Here, have some of this.” He held up the glass of milk to her lips and she drank slowly, her tears eventually stopping. “Better?” She nodded slightly. Sam pulled up a chair beside her, setting the now half empty cup on the table. 

“I bet you never get scared.” Makayla looked at him, her big blue-green eyes filled with awe. Her eyes looked like his. Sam smiled. 

“I get scared all the time.” 

“Really?” She gasped. 

“Oh yeah. In fact, I have nightmares too.” Her mouth fell open and Sam continued, his tone sweet and caring. “I used to be really scared of my nightmares, but you know what I did?” She leaned forward excitedly. “I told myself that I can face anything as long as I remember that I’m not alone. So the next time that you get scared by the…”

“The shadow man.” She shivered. 

“Okay, the next time you get shared by the shadow man, you just remember that you’ve got me and your mom and your Uncle Dean and Grandma Mary. You’ve even got an angel on your side.” Her eyes widened.

“An angel?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement. 

“That’s right, sweetie, Uncle Cas is like your guardian uncle.” Cas could barely guard himself most of the time, but she didn’t need to know that. “You can always fight your fears when you remember that you are never alone.” She hugged his arm, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. 

“My mom is right.” She beamed. “You are a hero.” And just like that, Sam Winchester’s heart melted and not just for the little girl clinging to him. Yup… he was in trouble.

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Sam stayed up most of the night getting Makayla back to sleep so he slept in a little longer than the rest of the bunker. Mary got up first and made the coffee, followed by you and then a very disgruntled looking Dean. You were curled up in one of the chairs, looking over your journal. There had to be some way to connect all of your research to find the vampires’ nest. 

“It looks like that girl has got Sam wrapped around her finger already.” Mary smirked, looking at you as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t your biggest fan, of course, but heart breaker or not, you still gave Sam what she had always hoped for him- a family of his own. Dean made a sound, but he was still only half awake. 

“So I’ve pinpointed the area of the nest, but not the specific location.” You slid your journal across the table to him. “During slower hunting seasons, they’ve stayed near home in Springfield, Colorado. As far as I know, there’s fifteen, maybe seventeen.” 

“Perfect,” Dean grumbled. You were about to add something when your eyes went wide.

“Dean!” You shrieked, pointing to the doorway. He turned around in confusion. 

“Oh god,” He jumped out of his chair and rushed to Makayla, who had somehow found his pistol and was now pointing it at his mother. “Hey kiddo, I’m going to need you to give that back to me.” He laughed nervously, holding out his hand. 

“How did she get that?” Mary exclaimed. 

“Hell if I know.” Dean kept smiling, hoping that Makayla would calmly hand over his very lethal weapon. 

“That’s a bad word, Uncle Dean.” Kayla scolded, shaking the pistol at him. Dean’s eyes widened frantically. 

“Makayla Mary Y/L/N, give him that gun. You know that it’s not a toy.” Your mom voice instinctively kicked in and Makayla pouted her lip, giving you her classic puppy dog gaze. You could tell that Dean’s resolve was failing to her cuteness, but you were holding strong. You put your hands on your hips. “Now.” She handed Dean his pistol and he quickly tucked it into his waistband. Mary was looking at you, blush spreading on her cheeks. 

“What did you say her name was?” She gasped. You hadn’t even realized that you said her full name. 

“It’s um, Makayla, after my best friend. And Mary… after you.” Even if Sam didn’t know when she was born, you still wanted his family to be a part of her. For the first time since you’d met, Mary looked at you without glaring. She looked really touched. 

“Piggyback ride!” Makayla squealed before suddenly jumping onto Dean’s back. 

“Son of a-” He started until you gave him a stern look. He glared back at you, but underneath his annoyance, he had a tone of affection in his voice when he spoke to his niece. “Alright kid, but only for a few laps.” You looked on with an amused smile. Dean even made a few horse noises, making Makayla giggle. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was Naomi, probably just calling to check in and make sure you were alright.

“Miss me already? How sweet.” You snarked. Your smirk dropped when it wasn’t her voice on the other line. 

“We’ve been looking for you for a long time.” The man drawled. Your heart dropped. You knew that voice. That night flashed through your head. That fake southern sweetness singing your name as they hunted you, your best friend’s blood still dripping from their lips. Montgomery. 

“Where’s Naomi?” You snapped, your changed tone catching Mary’s attention. 

“She was delicious.” He laughed. You tried to focus on your anger to cover up the pain that shot through your chest. 

“I’m going to end you, you bastard.” You said through gritted teeth. He just laughed. 

“We know all about the little team you’ve assembled. It’s touching really. To think I’ve inspired a family reunion.” The vamp mocked you and you could feel the hot tears blurring your vision. “Make no mistake, Y/N. They’ll all die. Starting with that handsome tall one, the one that knocked you up all those years ago. But don’t worry, I have bigger plans for you.” His voice changed to a terrifying growl. “I’m going to turn you, Y/N. Turn you into the thing you’ve hated for so long. And that brat will be your first kill.” 

Montgomery hung up and you looked at the phone with a shaking hand. Don’t let him get to you. Don’t let him get to you. You threw the phone against the wall, watching it shatter on the floor. You didn’t even see Sam standing there. You were lucky you missed his head. Dean put a frightened Makayla down. 

“Hey Kayla, why don’t you go with Grandma Mary for a little while?” Dean gave her a little push towards his mother and Mary took her to the other room. His flashed back to you. “The hell was that?”

“They killed Naomi.” You said, resisting the urge to wreck anything you could get your hands on, especially since Dean was the closest. “They killed her because she helped me.” Naomi was a good friend. Whenever you needed someone to watch over Makayla, it was Naomi’s place that you took her to. No questions as long as you came back in one piece. 

“I’m sorry.” Sam sighed. His kind tone nearly made you break. You needed someone to yell, to blame you for letting this happen. 

“We’ve got to take this sons of bitches out.” Dean was itching to kill and he knew you were too. 

“We need a plan first, Dean. We can’t just go in swinging machetes.” Sam scoffed. “We don’t even know where they are.” 

“We can always draw them out.” You suggested. “They want me, they can come and get me.” 

“What? No.” Sam exclaimed. “That’s not even remotely an option.”

“Sam, it might be the only way to get to them.” You refuted. “They’ve been hunting me for too long. If Montgomery wants to dance, then I say ‘let’s dance’.”

“Did you suddenly forget that this isn’t just about you?” His jaw clenched and he crossed the kitchen to you. 

“I’m doing this for Makayla.” 

“No, you’re doing this for you!” Your faces were too close together and the look in his eyes made you take a step back. “You’ve gotten that sweet girl messed up in your fight for revenge when she should have grown up playing with teddy bears and Barbies.” That was the last straw. This wasn’t just about you. 

“I am not John, Sam.” You spat. How dare he stand there and call you a bad mother? Sam just glared. 

“Really, cause it seems to me you’re just like him. Makayla is growing up just like I did. A parent obsessed with vengeance, no regard for how screwed up they’re making their kid!” He barely finished his sentence before you slapped him.

 Nobody said a word. Sam jerked his head back towards you and Dean was ready to step in before this got ugly. The moment was interrupted, however, by the quiet sound of crying. Your heart dropped and a wave of guilt washed over both you and Sam. Makayla looked up at her parents. 

“We’re supposed to be a family.” She bawled. “Why do you have to fight?” Before either of you could say anything, she took off down the hall. 

“Makayla!” Sam yelled, feeling absolutely awful. 

“Kayla, honey come back!” The three of you went after her, but it was a big bunker and she was a pretty small child. “Makayla!”

“Damn that kid is fast.” Dean muttered. You stopped. 

“Okay, Dean, you go check the dungeon, I’ll go check the bedrooms, and Sam you can look in the garage.” You suggested. Sam nodded, your fight put aside, but not forgotten. His cheek still stung a little. 

“Makayla!” He called out, hearing you and Dean depart for your designated areas. He opened the door to the garage and was surprised to find the door open. “Makayla, come on out.” A cold breeze blew in and he noticed a little huddled form just outside the garage door. He took off his flannel and slowly peeked outside. “Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?” He draped his shirt around her. It might as well have been a blanket. 

“I-I don’t like yelling. The shadow man always yells.” She cried. Sam sighed. He had made his daughter cry because he couldn’t just face his real feelings for you. 

“I’m so sorry sweetie, you’re mom and I were having a disagreement. We won’t yell anymore.” 

“Why did Mommy hit you?” 

“She didn’t mean to.” He gave her a convincing smile. Makayla peeked over his shoulder. 

“Who’s that?” Sam’s brows furrowed together. 

“Wh-” His head was slammed into the ground before he could even turn around. 

“Leave my daddy alone!” Makayla cried and a person in all black picked her up. 

“No…” Sam said hazily, his consciousness slowly fading. “Makayla…”

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5 Years and Counting -- Requested (Tom Holland x Actor!Reader)

Woo, okay. So this was requested and I was excited because I haven’t really been much of a “prompt filler” kind, so this happened. I feel like I dropped the ball with this, but idk. 

Again, any and all feedback is welcomed and is appreciated. Feel free to message me about anything and everything (honestly, did y’all watch that last Sherlock episode? Wtf?). And the reader is portrayed as a neutral character for inclusivity :) 

Prompt at the end. Thanks a ton!

You had been back on set for a total of 13 hours and you had already managed to come face to face with the director’s golf cart – so everything seemed to be out to end your acting career. Considering neither you nor Jon had seen each other, it only made sense that you both had spent a considerable amount of time apologizing to each other.

“Look, Y/N, if Tom finds out I almost ran over you today, he would have me murdered!” said Jon, as he fiddled with his hat. 

You laughed, feeling your eyes crinkle a bit, “Jon – Jon, honey, this was all my fault. I’m never this clumsy in public – I should have stopped staring at my phone when I was crossing the driveway. I was completely distracted with Twitter!”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be taking any responsibility, though!” You continued to laugh at how not-over-this Jon was. “I was driving. You were a pedestrian. You had the right away.”

“Jon Watts – you do realize this is a parking lot, right? And that this is a golf cart, yes?” You rested your right palm against the roof of the golf cart, smiling some more. “I don’t want to diminish the situation, but nothing happened. You’re okay, man.”

He gaped for some seconds and huffed out a sigh. “I don’t know how you’re okay with this – considering I almost ended your life and my own – but whatever you say…”

“No harm was done, no guilty party, Watts.” You reached into the golf cart’s cup holder, took the coffee, and proceeded to walk away from the cart. “It’s been a pleasure almost dying here today, Jon. I’ll see you in half an hour!”

Jon honked twice and you heard it continue down the driveway towards the bigger trailers. You sipped the coffee, thanking the heavens that you and Jon took coffee the same way. You continued to walk towards the tent holding all of the catering for the day and you were glad to see that it was somewhat empty when you arrived. 

Although you loved being around the cast – they were all fun and kind and supportive of your relationship with Tom – you still enjoyed the alone time you had in the mornings of filming. With this being your second day back on set since the tiny break you all had, it was somewhat difficult for you to get back into the groove of things as easily as everybody did. You were missing your home and your friends and you were missing the lazy days you had.

Tom fully supported the “alone time” rule – considering you had known each other for 6 years and had been dating for 5, you both knew that with your careers, lazy days were few. He also claimed you were cranky in the mornings, but those were semantics. 

You moved towards the table holding bread and pastries and decided to grab a croissant. You moved onto the other tables and continued to add stuff to your plate. When you were satisfied with your choices, you put your plate on the nearest bench and went to get yourself some juice.

As you walked back to the table, you were surprised to see Marisa Tomei walk into the tent with her phone pressed to her ear. She saw you, smiled, and waved a bit as she continued her conversation. She fussed around the edge of the tent, keeping her voice low – you figured she was having a private conversation and did not feel that listening in was an appropriate thing to do. You began eating and continued to give Marisa her privacy.

You continued to eat and got rid of some of the email notifications on your phone. As you were nearing the bottom of your juice glass, you heard Marisa wish the other person on the line “good luck” and you heard as she began walking towards you.

“Good morning!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulders from behind and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “How is my favorite person from this set?”

You swallowed the last bit of croissant and smiled up at her. “I’m good, auntie Marisa. How are you?” You laughed when you saw her blush at you calling her auntie. Considering you and Tom had gotten used to calling her aunt (and all other variations of the word), it still surprised you how off-guard she always was about it. 

“I’m doing well, sweetie.” She placed her coffee cup on the table and sat across from you. “Today’s an excellent day!” She kept smiling and sipped at her coffee. You raised an eyebrow at her, anticipating her continuation, “I’m excited to finally finish filming." 

"In a rush to get away from me?”

“Never!” She threw her hands up, nearly knocking her cup over, “I would take you with me everywhere if I could!”

You continued smiling, “Thank you, auntie, the feeling is mutual.” You finished off your food and wiped your mouth with a napkin. You glanced at your phone, realizing you only had about 7 minutes before you had to be in makeup. You stretched your back and sighed happily.

“You sure you doing alright, sweetheart?” She grabbed your hands and began massaging them lightly. 

“I’m great!” Your smile never went down, “Today feels like a good day – I feel really good today.”

“That’s wonderful, darling. You deserve happy days.” She smiled kindly at you.

Your phone began ringing and you were hesitant to answer, but Marisa just nodded at you to answer. You weren’t surprised to hear from make-up and thanked them for calling you.

“I’ve gotta go aunt Mari, but I will see you later, yes?”

“Absolutely!” She waved as you walked off to put your items in the trash and waved to Marisa one last time. 

“Hello, darling.” Tom walked over to where you were waiting for to film for the day.

You grinned at him and continued to use your left hand to shade your eyes from the sun. You pulled him in for a kiss as he got close and sighed into his mouth as he gripped your waist. When you pulled away you went to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. 

“Hello, boyfriend.” You pulled him close and tried to rest your head against his shoulder without messing up your hair or make-up. “Totally feeling the spidey suit today – you must be boiling underneath that thing.”

“I’m dying!” He scrunched his face and squinted as he looked down at you. “I don’t understand how I’m expected to wear this thing all day…" 

"The real Spider-Man would never complain about the suit, Holland…” You teased Tom and began fanning yourself with your copy of the script. 

“Yes, he would!” Tom began squeezing your shoulders, “The real Peter Parker would be hella annoyed right now!”

You laughed, “Hella?”

“Hella!” You lifted your head and laughed in Tom’s face. “It’s my new word, courtesy of Jacob.” He laughed and hugged you close to him. 

You giggled into Tom’s neck and kissed his below his ear. “I love you,” you whispered. 

He leaned his head against yours and kissed your ear, “I love you." 

You lifted your head and kissed him, without any hesitation. You both continued kissing for several seconds and you grinned into the kiss when you felt Tom’s hands cradling your neck. 

This time, Tom pulled away with a sheepish grin. You smiled at each other like lovestruck doofuses and he pressed his forehead against yours – he closed his eyes and sighed, but the grin never left his face. 

"I love you a lot.” His thumb rubbed under your ear, “I would literally do anything for you sunshine.” You closed your eyes now. “Jon told me about the incident this morning. And it scared the shit out of me.” He chuckled bitterly, a chuckle that was also filled with some sort of fear. “And it reminded me that I could lose you any day ��� it could be the saddest or happiest day of my life, and I could lose you in an instant.” He kissed the top of your cheek, right under your eye and continued. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, but… but I would follow you anywhere, love. 5 years isn’t enough time to have loved you properly." 

You blushed and looked down to the ground. After 5 incredible years, Tom still managed to throw curveballs at you – he always found new ways to surprise you. 

"Fuck,” you chuckled and looked Tom dead in the eye, “I love you enough to not put you through the cheesy stuff today.” He laughed and threw his head back.

“Alright, children!” You both heard Jon begin to shout at everyone – you rolled your eyes good-naturedly and then looked over to where Jon was having everyone gather around. “Gather around everyone, gather around!”

You and Tom held hands as you both moved towards the circle that was forming. As you guys moved, you both exchanged greetings with everyone that was near you. You gave Tony and Jacob quick side hugs, seeing as they were the closest to you.

“Glad to see you two can mingle with the rest of us,” said Jacob.

You laughed and looped your arm through his, “No need to be upset Jacob, you’re still my favorite person…”

“Damn right,” you two fist-bumped each other and you saw as Tom rolled his eyes and continued chatting with Laura on his opposing side. “So tell me, Y/N, he still treating you right?”

You smiled, “Coming up on 6 years now – if he hasn’t been treating me right, I don’t know what he’s doing to have kept me around so long…”

“It’s the dog,” he began laughing, “It’s because he’s got a sick dog.”

You both laughed for a couple more seconds before Jon managed to quiet everybody down.

“As you all know” he began. “Today, the lovely and extremely talented Marisa Tomei finishes filming for the day.” The entire crowd booed, but Jon continued. “And as such, we would like to remind everyone to make today the best day for her. She deserves a good final day and we hope we can all pitch in to help her have that, yes?”

Everyone whooped and clapped – Jacob whistled. You could see Marisa trying very hard not to cry and you felt yourself getting emotional, too. “Love you auntie!” You shouted out and continued to smile when you saw her blow you a kiss.

“So we’ll save final words for after shooting today – let’s go have a surprising day everyone!”

As everyone shuffled around to get ready to film, you saw that many of the people who were passing by were patting Tom on the back and shaking his hand. You were confused – although everyone knew Tom, you felt confused for not having noticed this happen before. You felt like maybe Tom was feeling upset about Marisa leaving and he hadn’t told you, so you went and asked him before you went to your mark.“You alright?”

“Ye– Yeah, definitely, absolutely,” he seemed nervous, “Why?”

“No, nothing. Just saw people coming over to console you – figured you were upset about aunt Marisa leaving.”

“Oh. Yeah – a bit I guess.” He scratched the back of his head, “Things will turn out great, though, yeah?”

"Absolutely,” you smiled at him and proceeded to go to your mark.

One of the strangest things about the film was that you were playing Spidey’s best friend – a friend with a gigantic crush on Tom. And considering the situation you and Tom were in in real life, the fictional pining became a running joke with the cast. Considering your character was created when the Marvel heads didn’t want to let you go, you knew the script was constantly being rearranged to fit whatever Jon and his team felt was the “right direction.”

It’s when you’re filming one of Marisa’s final scenes that you begin to feel confused.

Tom is in full Spidey-mode – his mask is on, he’s breathing funny, and his eyes are never meeting yours. You’re in the living room with Marisa as May and you’re in your Ash clothes. Tom is crouched in the corner, meant to be staring at the New York skyline. May is in the kitchen, meant to be making some kind of snack.

“Peter,” you began moving slowly towards him. “Peter – I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, buddy.”

Peter – instead of continuing to stare and ignore you – turns to look at you. He gives a bitter laugh. Considering Jon had mentioned improvisation in previous circles, you tried to continue the script the way it was written.

“Peter – did something bad happen today? Do you need help?” You rubbed your arm, “I can help Petey – ” You let some tears fall, “Just say the word and– and I’ll help. You’re human best friend can help…”

Peter suddenly stood up and pointed a finger at you and said, “But you’re not human!”

To say you were shocked would not be enough to describe your face. You gaped and looked at the director waiting for some kind of signal that they should cut – but he just shook his head and made the motion for you guys to continue.

“Pete – ” You sighed and continued to look puzzled. “If I’m not human – then what am I?”

“I don’t know!” Peter/Tom began to pace around the area near the sofa, placing his hands near his head like he was really thinking this through. “But I intend to find out…”

May/Marisa walked out of the kitchen and she leaned against the wall, watching this all go down. You looked from between her and Tom and tried to continue the conversation in the way you thought the writers wanted this to go.

“What makes you think I’m not human?”

“At first it was small things,” he began. “The way you smiled at me and laughed at everything I said. And then we started dating and you were too perfect to be real.”

You stood in shock and began cursing everyone for not having told you the entire script had been changed.“And we’ve been together for 5 years and you still think this is for the movie,” he laughed through the mask and began walking towards you. 

“And you’ve been amazing every single day.” He cradled your face and took a strand of hair and put it behind your ear. Your face was frozen and your heart was beating so fast – you were nervous and you had no idea what was happening at all.“And we’ve had our ups and our downs. And we’ve been sick and sick of each other –” you both laughed and you started to tear up again. “You’ve been my rock and my hope and my smile and my light and my everything for 5 years and I don’t know where I’d be without you. I know you’d have the world in the palm of your hand and that I’m holding you back.” You shook your head – no, Tom was never holding you back and you kept shaking your head at him… He was never holding you back.

You tried to remove the mask so you could kiss him, but he placed his index finger over your mouth. His eyes searched yours for a second and he seemed to find what he was looking for when he continued. “You are perfect and inhuman. And I love you so much.” His eyes teared up and you released a sigh – this felt like reassurance. “I love you unconditionally and infinitely, sunshine. And I’ve been calling you my partner for almost 6 years now – and that doesn’t feel like it’s enough…”

You breathed in deeply, with tears in your eyes. “So what are you going to do about it spider boy?” Your sassy tone brought a smile to his face and he let you go and took a step back.

He smiled sweetly at you, pulled something from the back of his belt, and he got down on one knee.

“I think fiancee might be a better term for what we got here, babe.” He smiled cockily at you.

You laughed and covered your face as you continued to cry.

“Y/N,” his hands shook a little, the only indication that he was anything but confident. “Will you marry me?”

You nodded and nodded and nodded and fell to your knees and wrapped Tom in your embrace, “YESYESYESYESYESYES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES.”

Jon stood up from his chair, tears in his eyes, and began the slow clap. Everyone, everyone from catering to hair and make-up to the cast themselves, began to clap – people began whooping and whistling and yelping, happy for the two of you.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” announced Watts, “that is a wrap on this proposal!”

You let go of Tom and you both laughed at everyone’s antics. People came up to you guys and congratulated you and hugged you both. Everyone was so happy and some people made jokes about some of the presents they would get for the wedding,

“If we’re even invited!” shouted Harrison from somewhere near the camera. You laughed and continued to accept congratulations from everyone. You felt someone wrap their arms from behind and you felt a gentle kiss placed on your head. You turned around and proceeded to hug Marisa as she continued to silently cry.

“I’m so happy Tom asked me for help with this,” she began. “You two deserve to be happy forever.”

You began crying a lot stronger now and gripped her tight, “Thank you so much auntie, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” She rubbed your back and you pulled away as someone handed you tissues. You laughed, “I’m sorry for ugly-crying on your last day, Marisa. And I’m sorry about the auntie thing,” she gave you a questioning look, “I know you didn’t like it, but it was so hard not to see you that way after a while, you know?”

“Oh, Y/N. That was the highlight of my day – I love being your auntie!” She laughed, “I will always be your auntie. Auntie Marisa will always be there for you – don’t forget that.”

“I won’t, auntie.” You held her close one last time, “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re always welcome.” She kissed your head one last time and pulled away, “Now. I’ve got to go get my make-up redone because Jon will never let me live it down if I look like this when we really finish.”

You both laughed and you watched her walk over to the make-up artists. You looked around the room and you saw Tom standing a few feet away. You accepted a few more congrats and thanked everyone – you knew that everyone here was in on it in some way and you were glad to have them all with you. Tom saw you and he met you half way.

“Hello, darling.” He smiled at you the same way he did earlier.

You bit your lip and felt giddy when you responded with, “Hello fiancee.”

“I do like the ring of that!” He said, sounding extremely English then.

“Well,” you pulled him close, “I sure hope you do ‘cause this ring isn’t tiny.”

“Only the best for the best.” And he pulled you in for a kiss. You kissed and kissed but you pulled away after a few seconds.“We have the proposal filmed, correct?”

“Yes?”

“Good.” You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, “Because my parents are going to kill me if I don’t have that to show them.”

“Well, fiancee,” he smiled, “It’s a good thing we’re on a film set.”

“I agree!”

“Good!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the snack table, “Now, let’s show off the ring baby!" 

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Requested:  Okay so Tom and reader have been dating for a long time and they are both in Spider-Man. Reader plays his bff and is concerned for Peters safety in one scene. Their look goes from concerned to confused when Tom says y/n instead of y/c/n and nobody does anything. He gets down on one knee and proposes in the Spidey suit. The cast and crew were in on it and recorded the whole thing. Haz was there. SPIDER-MAN THEMED WEDDING!! Oh in addition to the proposal request. Marisa Tomei joking about being the readers aunt