#tom holland x reader platonic

[httpvomitello]

hey stunner

I’m the anon who requested Peter x insomniac reader and it was so cute, actually had me giggling and kicking my feet reading it🥹

I don’t know if you do part twos but if you do could I please request a part 2 fic for when Peter and reader wake up and it’s a slow morning and they make tea and coffee together and reader teases him about his horrific bedhead, bonus points if you could include Tony’s reaction to the whole ordeal

thank you and have an amazing rest of your week💕

aah, reading these comments puts a huge smile on my face, no joke ☺️☺️☺️ I usually don't do a part 2 (unless I'm really inspired), but since I enjoyed writing this Peter fic and since I thought their relationship was super cute, and of course, your request too, I decided to do part 2. I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

Mornings Like This .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: After Peter Parker walked across the compound half-asleep to cuddle you back to sleep, the next morning is all slow smiles.

peter parker x f!reader

(Part 1)

You woke up to the feeling of warm breath against your shoulder.

And then—movement.

A small shift, a lazy groan, and suddenly Peter’s arm tightened around your waist like his body remembered your warmth before his brain even turned on.

You smiled to yourself, letting your eyes flutter open.

Sunlight leaked in through the crack in the curtains. Peter was curled up behind you, his face half-buried in your pillow, lips barely parted, his curls going in every possible direction like he’d been dragged through a tornado in his sleep.

“Good morning,” you whispered, turning slightly.

Peter groaned again.

“Not yet,” he mumbled, eyes still shut. “Still sleepin’. Come back in five to seven business days.”

You laughed, soft and quiet. “You snuck into my room like a sleep-deprived ninja. You don’t get to complain now.”

“I didn’t sneak,” he yawned, cracking one eye open. “I was summoned. By the voice of your AI overlord.”

“Oh please...”

Peter shifted, stretching his long limbs in all directions before flopping back against the pillow dramatically. “What time is it?”

You squinted at the clock. “Almost 9.”

Peter blinked. “In the morning?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Parker. 9 in the morning, don't tell me you're scared because you slept with me. Come on... You’ve seen worse.”

“I haven’t seen anything worse than your dad at 9AM before caffeine.”

That made you laugh harder. “Fair.”

Peter finally sat up, rubbing his face, hair sticking up like he’d just electrocuted himself. He yawned so wide it made you yawn. And then—

“Damn.” You grinned, fully sitting up now. “What happened to your hair?”

Peter frowned. “What?”

You grabbed your phone and flipped the camera to selfie mode, holding it up. “See for yourself.”

Peter blinked at the screen, then let out a very genuine, very tragic sound. “Is it… worse than usual?”

“Worse? Peter, I think your bedhead achieved sentience.”

He ran a hand through it, only making it worse somehow. “Great. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear from my girlfriend.”

“Want me to help tame the beast?” you teased, crawling closer.

“Only if you promise not to post pictures.”

“No promises.”

He gave you a fake glare that melted as soon as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You grinned. “You love me.”

“…Yeah,” he admitted, voice softer now. “I really do.”

Your stomach fluttered, and before things could get any more sappy, you tugged him up by the hand. “Come on. It’s coffee time.”

The kitchen was warm with morning light by the time you shuffled in, still in your sleep clothes. Peter headed straight for the mugs while you filled the kettle, the two of you moving in practiced rhythm despite the fact you were still barely awake.

“Cream or sugar?” Peter asked, already pulling out the honey for your tea.

“Hot chocolate. And... judgment for your hair.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, but kissed the side of your head anyway.

You were just settling onto the barstools when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned.

Tony Stark stood at the entrance of the kitchen, holding a cup of espresso, dressed like he’d been awake for hours — even though the look on his face screamed 'I’ve seen things I wish I could unsee.'

Specifically, his daughter cuddling Peter Parker like they were married and retired and had just discussed matching pajamas.

Tony took a long sip of his coffee. Then:

“So… Parker.”

Peter froze mid-sip of his coffee. “Yes, sir?”

“You doing the walk of shame through my compound at two a.m. last night—was that a plan or more of an impulse?”

Peter turned bright red. “I—uh—it was strictly comfort-based, sir. No funny business.”

Tony raised one brow. “Define ‘funny business.’”

“Dad,” you groaned. “Nothing happened.”

Tony sipped again. “Oh, I know. I had FRIDAY watching the whole time.”

Peter looked like he might pass out. “You were watching?!”

Tony smirked. “Had to make sure my daughter’s honor was preserved, also to make sure that you wouldn't let me become a grandfather so soon. And wanted to see how long you’d last before drooling in your sleep. For the record — eight minutes.”

You slapped your forehead. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me. I’m adorable.” He turned to Peter. “You? Still on thin ice. But I suppose the fact that you didn’t try anything earns you a few brownie points.”

Peter looked ready to combust. “Thank you…?”

Tony started walking off, waving his mug. “I’m not saying I approve… but I’ll hold off on the disintegration rays. For now.”

Once he was gone, Peter slumped against the counter, eyes wide. “I think I aged three years just now.”

You sipped your hot chocolate, smirking. “Still think you’re my ‘certified cuddle provider?’”

Peter gave you a sideways look. “Only if I live long enough to see next week.”

You leaned in, kissed his cheek again. “I’ll protect you.”

Peter blinked. “From your dad?”

You grinned. “Yes, and any enemy who tries to hurt this beautiful face of my boyfriend.”

[ericshoney]

Study Buddies ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Whilst studying with Peter, you have some spies making sure nothing bad is going on.

Warnings: Chaos

Reader's Age: 15

The hum of the Avengers Tower vibrated gently through the floor as Y/n, perched on the edge of her bed, chewed on the end of her pen. Physics was not her strong suit. Across from her, Peter, masked in concentration, scribbled furiously in his notebook, occasionally muttering equations under his breath.

"Okay, so potential energy… it's like, stored energy, right?" Y/n asked, her brow furrowed.

Peter looked up, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "Exactly! Like a stretched rubber band. The further you pull it, the more potential energy it has."

"And kinetic energy is when... it's moving?"

"Bingo! Like when you release that rubber band and it snaps."

Y/n nodded slowly, trying to visualise it. Having Peter, a fellow teen Avenger, as a study buddy was infinitely better than trying to decipher the textbook alone. He had a knack for explaining things in a way that actually made sense.

Unknown to them, just outside Y/n’s reinforced door, a silent comedy of errors was unfolding. The Avengers, in varying degrees of stealth, were attempting to eavesdrop.

Tony Stark, naturally, was in the lead, armed with a ridiculously high-tech listening device that looked suspiciously like a souped-up stethoscope. "Alright, people, quiet! We need to monitor the situation."

"Monitor what situation, exactly, Tony?" Natasha Romanoff drawled, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "Two teenagers are studying. I hardly think we need a full-scale surveillance operation."

"Oh, come on, Nat," Clint Barton whispered, peeking through the crack in the doorway. "They're fifteen. Hormones are raging. We have a responsibility to ensure… appropriate behaviour."

Steve Rogers, ever the voice of reason, sighed. "Don't you think this is a bit… invasive?"

"Invasive?" Tony scoffed. "I call it proactive parenting. Besides, Happy's on vacation. Someone has to keep an eye on things." He pressed the listening device against the door, then winced. "Ow! My ears! They're actually studying! And Peter's explaining it. He's a good kid."

Inside the room, Peter was demonstrating the principles of kinetic energy with a crumpled-up piece of paper he'd launched across the room. "See? Potential energy, crumpled paper. Kinetic energy, paper being launched! Simple!"

Y/n giggled, snagging the paper and throwing it back. "Okay, okay, I get it! But what about the gravitational constant? That's where I'm really lost."

Outside, the Avengers exchanged uneasy glances. This was far more innocent than they had anticipated.

"Maybe we should… leave them to it?" Steve suggested, already backing away.

But Tony, ever stubborn, shook his head. "No, no. We're committed now. Besides, I want to see if Peter can handle thermodynamics. That's the real test."

He adjusted his stethoscope, inadvertently knocking against the door.

The door creaked open slightly. Y/n, alerted by the noise, spun around. "Hello?"

Tony ducked behind a potted plant, accidentally upending it and sending soil cascading across the hallway. Clint, caught in the crossfire, yelped as dirt went down his shirt. Natasha, maintaining her composure, simply glared at them both.

"Everything alright, Y/n?" Steve called out, his voice betraying a clear lack of conviction.

Y/n opened the door wider, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. Tony, covered in soil, clutched the broken remains of the potted plant; Clint, brushing frantically at his shirt; Natasha, radiating disapproval; and Steve, looking utterly mortified.

"What… what are you guys doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Peter, emerging from behind her, blinked in surprise. "What's going on?"

The Avengers exchanged panicked glances.

Tony, ever the master of improvisation, cleared his throat. "We were… uh… checking on the… the structural integrity of the doorframe! Yes! We heard a… creaking sound. Safety first, you know."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Right. And the dirt?"

Clint chimed in, "And I was checking the strength of your door lock."

“With dirt?” Y/n said. “You covered yourself with dirt to check the strength of a door lock?”

"Occupational hazard?" Clint offered weakly.

The silence stretched, broken only by the rustling of leaves as the uprooted plant lay on the floor. Then, Y/n couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing.

Peter joined in, quickly understanding the absurdity of the situation.

Even Natasha cracked a small smile.

"Okay, okay," Y/n said, wiping tears from her eyes. "I get it. You guys were spying on us."

Tony, defeated, sighed. "Fine. You caught us. We were just… concerned."

"We trust you both," Steve added quickly. "It was just… well, you know Tony."

Y/n grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. It's actually pretty funny. But next time, maybe just ask if we need anything. We're fine, I promise. Just studying."

"And failing miserably," Peter added with a grin.

"Well, in that case," Tony said, regaining some of his usual swagger, "Maybe I can help. I did invent a few things in my day, you know." He pointed at the scattered dirt. "First, let's get that cleaned up, then maybe a little physics lesson from the man himself."

And so, the Avengers, slightly sheepish but ultimately relieved, trooped into Y/n’s room, leaving their espionage behind. The atmosphere lightened, and for a while, the world's mightiest heroes were just a group of people helping two teenagers navigate the complexities of high school physics. Even if it did involve a lot of dirt.

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@riowritesitall @mandmilovehim @parkjihoonsnudes @onelesslonelygirlbieber6 @lgbtq-girl

Dividers by: @issysh3ll

[fandomnerd9602]

"What if...." Toni stark introduced Peter parker to YN and they both bond over being so nerdy (being into starwars,movies,video games,etc)

Tony: Peter, this is Y/N - my son

Peter: dude! Is that a Revenge of the Jedi shirt?!

Y/N: replica of the infamous poster yeah!

Peter: dude! Wait! Is that a thermal coupler?!

Y/N: I was gonna add it to my suit for enhanced power output. Wanna help me?

Peter: yeah! D-did we just become bros?

Y/N: science bros for life!!!

The two run off excitedly…

Tony:

Bruce: I thought we were the Science Bros.

[worldsmessiestwriter]

That’s the trifecta.

tw - nothing

word count - 1,446

Peter Parker x Spoiled Stark! Reader

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Tony Stark always claimed to be a genius, but lately, Y/N Stark was convinced her father was losing his touch. His latest invention? A scrawny high school intern named Peter Parker, who had somehow managed to worm his way into Tony’s good graces—and worse, into her carefully curated world.

For months now, her father had been spending hours mentoring Peter, teaching him things Y/N had assumed were reserved for her. The betrayal stung more than she cared to admit, so she covered it the only way she knew how: by making Peter’s life completely miserable.

And Peter, to his credit, was no pushover. Sure, he’d try to ignore her snide comments and fake-sweet tone, but every so often, he’d snap back. To Y/N, it was thrilling. To Peter, it was exhausting.

“Parker, you’re in my seat,” Y/N said one afternoon, stepping into her father’s lab with the kind of air that made everyone instinctively straighten up. She wasn’t wearing her school uniform today—Tony had summoned her for some family meeting—but her designer outfit looked as though it cost more than the entire workshop.

Peter didn’t bother looking up from the blueprint he was studying. “It’s not your seat, Y/N. It’s just a chair.”

“Aw, how quaint,” she said, leaning over the table so her perfectly polished nails tapped against the blueprint. “But it is my seat because this is my father’s lab. You? You’re just visiting.”

Peter finally looked up, clearly annoyed. “I’ve been working here all afternoon. You’ve been, what? Shopping? Getting another manicure?”

“Guilty,” Y/N said with a dazzling smile. “But let’s not act like I don’t contribute. I’m a Stark. My existence contributes.”

“Sure,” Peter said flatly. “That must be exhausting for you.”

Tony’s voice cut through before Y/N could retort. “Alright, that’s enough.” He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Y/N, stop terrorizing Parker. Parker, stop taking the bait.”

“Who’s baiting who?” Y/N said innocently, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Starting Monday,” he said casually, “you’re transferring to Midtown High.”

Y/N froze. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Tony said. “You and Parker are going to the same school. I think spending more time together will help you two work out… whatever this is.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered, plastering on her usual radiant smile. “You’re funny, Dad. But no.”

Tony smirked. “It’s not up for discussion, kiddo.”

Her smile faltered. “But why? I already have friends, fans and status at my school.”

“Exactly,” Tony said. “Time to shake things up. You’ll survive.”

Y/N had prepared for her debut like it was a runway show. She stepped onto the Midtown High campus in a outfit tailored to perfection, her signature confident smile in place. The effect was immediate: heads turned, whispers spread, and within minutes, she had a flock of curious students trailing behind her.

“Oh, my God,” one girl gushed. “You’re so pretty. Are you, like, famous?”

Y/N tilted her head with a practiced laugh. “Not officially. But give it time.”

By lunchtime, she was firmly entrenched at the most exclusive table in the cafeteria. She sat at the center, sipping sparkling water she’d brought from home while her new entourage hung on her every word.

Peter, sitting at his usual table with Ned and MJ, stared in disbelief. “She’s been here for, what, five hours? How is she already the most popular person in school?”

“She’s rich, confident, and mean,” MJ said without looking up from her book. “That’s the trifecta.”

Y/N caught Peter’s eye from across the cafeteria and gave him a little wave, her smile impossibly sweet. Peter groaned.

“Parker!” she called, loud enough for the room to hear. “Shouldn’t you be eating your vegetables? You need to keep up your strength for all that… science-ing.”

Ned snickered, but Peter just glared. “She’s the worst.”

Y/N’s transition to Midtown High wasn’t just about popularity—it was another battleground for her rivalry with Peter.

In physics, the teacher announced a pop quiz, and Y/N immediately raised her hand. “Do we really need a quiz? I mean, it’s so basic. Even Parker might pass.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” she said brightly, as if he’d genuinely thanked her.

When the grades came back, Y/N had scored a near-perfect 98%. Peter, to his frustration, had a 96%.

“Aw, so close,” Y/N said as they exited the classroom. “Maybe next time, Parker.”

“It’s two points,” Peter said, gritting his teeth.

“Two points that separate the winners from the losers,” Y/N said, flashing him a dazzling smile.

The real showdown came a few weeks later at a party thrown by one of the popular kids. Naturally, Y/N was the star of the event, gliding through the room like royalty. Peter, dragged there by Ned and MJ, tried to stay out of her way.

But Y/N, of course, found him.

“Parker,” she said, appearing at his side with a drink in hand. “You clean up… decently. For a boy from Queens.”

Peter turned to face her, already annoyed. “And you’re still the same, no matter where you go.”

“Flattered,” Y/N said, raising her glass. “But you’ll have to be more specific. Same gorgeous face? Same impeccable style?”

Peter smirked. “Same need to make everything about you.”

Y/N’s smile faltered for just a second before she recovered. “It’s not a ‘need,’ Peter. It’s a gift. One you clearly don’t have.”

Before he could respond, the crowd called for a game of trivia. Naturally, Y/N and Peter ended up on opposing teams.

The competition was fierce, each of them determined to outshine the other. When Y/N’s team finally won, she couldn’t resist throwing Peter a smug smile.

“Better luck next time, Parker,” she said, flipping her hair as she walked away.

Despite their constant bickering, there were moments when their rivalry softened. One afternoon, during a group project, they found themselves working late in the library.

“You know,” Peter said, breaking the silence, “you don’t always have to be… like this.”

“Like what?” Y/N asked, not looking up.

Peter hesitated. “Perfect. It’s okay to just be yourself.”

Y/N’s hand froze mid-note, but she quickly recovered, her smile returning. “Why would I settle for ‘just myself’ when I can be everything?”

Peter sighed and despite his urges he didn’t leave. for the rest of the night, they worked in silence—until Y/N stole his last slice of pizza, just to prove she could.

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[i-am-true-believer]

Hello again my dear fanfiction readers, daylight dreamers and late night scrollers. I'm sorry it's been so long since a check in, life has been a bit rough for your friend lately.

So this is a check-in , just a safe place to land between scrolling. Pause with me for a moment, will you? Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, and drop your shoulders for me too. There now that's more relaxed. Have you drank water today? Eaten even a little something? It's okay if you haven't, tomorrow is a new day.

Tell me about what you're scrolling through, is it fan art? AU's? What's your favorite trope? I think mines found family, something about knowing that there's people out there who love you not because they have to, but because they want to, really appeals to me. Who's your comfort character? What character makes you want to scream? Tell me about your favorite Fandom. I'm here to listen, no judgement, just a friend if you need one.

I'm so proud of you for making it through today and I'm proud of you for making it through every day from here till the end of time. Your comfort character would be so proud of you as well, there's a million universes out there, right? So safe to say in at least one of them, you're their absolute favorite character. One they adore and talk about all the time. Try and remember that yeah? You love them, flaws and all, is it so hard to believe that you're loved just as much? Because I promise you are.

I'll let you get back to scrolling now but before you go please remember, you are loved, you are important and you matter. Happy scrolling dear one.

Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the weird girl scrolling right along with you looking for a safe place to land

❤️💛True💛❤️

[marveldcfandom]

Y/N hangs out and eats some pizza with Peter on the top of the Empire State Building.

Y/N: How things with MJ?

Peter: It’s going good. What about you & Ava?

Y/N: It’s been great, we find that she is pregnant.

Peter: Hey congrats man.

Y/N’s Spider sense is tingle.

Peter: What wrong?

Y/N: Ava needs me now. Bye Peter.

Peter: Have fun.

As Y/N’s swing back to their apartment to check on Ava.

For @fandomnerd9602

[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts

Chapter 1

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

Masterlist

Max and Yn Verstappen are close, really close, some would even say they are too close for being siblings, after all it's not usual for an 18 year old to go live with her older brother in a country 2 hours away (by plane) from her university rather than just to rent something close by.

Everyone had very harsh words to say about the pair of siblings, some still do but these are just people who hate max verstappen and they know nothing angers him more than someone insulting his baby sister, everyone was very vocal about how strange, weird and abnormal it is for 2 grown siblings to live together.

Everyone thought that the Verstappen siblings would change their living arrangements after Max and Kelly found each other, only to be surprised by Max buying a bigger penthouse that'd be enough for all 4 of them.

Everyone was negative about the prospect of the redbull formula one driver being followed around by his little sister until the release of The Anatomy of A Champion came out.

When the producers of the show pitched in the idea of talking to yn, max had refused, he wanted his sister nowhere near any of these vultures knowing how bad it can, and most probably will, get. Max was aware from a very young age that what his dad was constantly saying and doing to him and his sister wasn't normal, whenever he was at a race he would see the other boys' dad's hugging them and telling them they did a good job even if they didn't get first place, he would see how other's would have their father waiting for them with water and towels, and most importantly he would see how other dad's had their daughter on their shoulder making the other little girls laugh; Why does dad only make yn cry?

He remembers it so clearly, the way his father hit his sister because of something out of her control, something that she didn't even ask for, something that was thrown at her, it was the day his sister got her soulmark.

Everyone had a soulmark that appeared on their 5th birthday and today was yn's which made jos take her to the soul doctor. Soulmarks were complicated, which is why soul doctors were important, they let you know more about your mark and the bond that's to form between you and your other half.

"Wow young lady, you'll have twice the amount of love it seems."

"What?"

Max knew his father's tone, he know that he's angry and he unconsciously held onto yn's hand, hoping that his father wouldn't take his anger out on her.

"Well Mr Verstappen you see these lines," the doctor gently held up yn's wrist, turning it over to show off her newly given mark "that's an indicator of one soulmate, I'd say he is 3 or 4 years older than her given the shade of the mark, while this other lines that are in a circular shape indicate the other soulmate, he seems to also be around 3 or 4 years older as well. It looks like the mark that indicates young miss yn here is the moon, with how the moon is in the center I would say that yn would be the last in the group meaning that her two other soulmates will meet each other before they meet her."

Jos was angry throughout their drive home, he had already smacked yn into the car while rushing her to get in and as soon as they were in the car he hit her across the head, his arms tall enough to reach the young girl in the backseat. That was the first time max heard these words that would be so easy to recite within a few weeks.

"Two soulmates? Why couldn't you just be normal, why do you have to be such a slut?"

The ride back home was one of the worst max and yn had ever expirenced.

"Two soulmates, ridiculous.They're not even going to want you! They'd meet each other before they even know you!! At least if you turn out to be good for nothing I can just pimp you out on the street, maybe then you'd be useful, and it's not like your soulmates will even like you or want you. Unlovable whore."

"So," the interviewer started as Sophie Kumpen sat on a white sofa in Max's home in Monaco "how is your relationship with your youngest?"

"It's not as close as I'd want it to be," the mother of three confessed as she looked into the camera "yn is a very sweet girl, she had been through a lot. When Jos and I divorced she wasn't really aware of what was going on, she was too young to understand, and as she grew older all she could see was Max. He had been the one to take care of her: i remember once when Max was around ten years old he called me up, asking me how to make a soup because yn was sick and jos was out god knows where.

Max and YN were and are always there for each other, and I don't think that will ever change. I'm sure everyone thought their relationship will sort of tweak a bit when Max and Kelly met each other, but I don't think Max will ever allow that and it's not like Kelly even tried to change their relationship, she was the one who was apartment hunting for all of them while Max was racing and Yn was back in England for her university." 

"Do you think yn is putting in the effort to be there for Max?"

"Oh definitely, I mean studying mechanical engineering along with aerospace engineering at one of the top universities in the world is enough proof. Her whole life revolves around Max and I don't think it's a bad thing. Max had been her everything, he's the one she always goes to cause he is all she knows. When she was deciding what to do right after high-school all she said was that she will choose the majors that'll help her get an internship at formula one so that she'd be there with Max for the rest of his races, however long he wants to be there."

"Do you know what happened between Jos, Max and Yn? Don't you think it's weird that once Max turned 18 he asked Christian Horner to ban his father from the paddock? And to help him have yn with him as much as possible?"

"I'm not really going to go into the details of it, but Jos has done a lot of damage, especially to yn. It's not something I can talk about, not that I even want to, but Jos was a terrible husband and a wose father, I'm insanely glad that yn and max turned out as good and well as they are. Seeing them so close is not something that's surprising me given what Jos did to them, to yn" Sophie's voice broke as a few tears escaped her eyes "sorry, it's just, what she had to go through, it's traumatic and I'm happy that she had Max with her through it all. It fills my heart with joy seeing the little family Max and Yn formed with Kelly and Penelope"

ch. II

[softspace-fics]

hey I’m sick and I was wondering if you could make one of either Steve Rogers or spiderman (Tom holland) taking care of a sick little

Sickie

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - I know this is kind of a short one, I had to have dental work done today and I've also just been super busy today and in alot of pain but I hope that this helps you feel even a little bit better. I know you said one or the other, but I had an idea and could include both! Hope you like it!

Warnings⚠️: Sick little, PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN STEVE, PETER AND YOU, mainly fluff!!

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Peter got worried when he heard your little coughs throughout the night. He had the room right next to your room, and had been doing some work on his suit when he first heard it. This meant that he had stayed up the whole night incase you woke up and needed a caregiver.

When you came out as a little, you had first been getting taken care of by Steve, seeing as he was the person who helped you to tell the rest of the team and was the first to find out. Soon after Steve started going on missions again, Peter helped to take care of you. It started more as he was a babysitter, but after a fe years, he’s taken on being a second caregiver.

When Steve got back from his 5am run, he was met by a worried peter sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for the elder. 

“Steve they’ve been coughing all night. I think I heard them sneeze like 10 times too. I’m worried.” Peter stands up abruptly, almost starling Steve.

Steve looks at Peter concerned before quickly but quietly going over to your room and softly opening the door. He walks over to the edge of your bed before softly feeling your forehead. His eyes widen and he turns around to look at Peter who's standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets and anxiety written all over his face.

“They're like a furnace. Can you go get them a damp cloth and some meds? I'm gonna wake them up and see if I can get them into some cooler clothes.” Steve calmly whispers to Peter, who then speeds off to go collect the items requested.

Steve wakes you up gently,kissing your forehead and trying to softly help you out of dreamland. You softly whine, rubbing your eyes until Steve gently takes your hand from your face. 

“Hey sweetheart how're you feeling?” He asks gently.

All he can get out of you is a whine, you curl into him, feeling absolutely awful.

He softly coos before he gently picks you up and helps you to get more comfortable.

Peter comes back in the room a few minutes later with the items that steve sent him on a quest to find, and sees you laying with a thinner blanket stolen from his room, and one of steve's shirt on you. 

The rest of the day is spent with Steve and Peter each taking their time with you, getting you water, meds when you need them, and just ultimately making sure your comfortable and safe. That's the most important thing to them. 

[wordsarelife]

DAY 15: A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

pairing: platonic!avengers x gn!stark!reader, peter parker x gn!stark!reader

summary: just a few domestic headcanons about living with the avengers

warnings: mentions of kissing

notes: not really christmas themed, but whatever lol

living in the stark tower was the best thing in the world for you. you were sixteen and it felt like all of a sudden you had a huge family, when before it had always only been your dad and you

the best thing about it was, that they all didn't really act like grown ups but more like much older siblings. but it was great to have some role models, that weren't pepper or tony

then when peter and his aunt moved into the tower, you couldn't have been happier. he was your age and the both of you hit it off immidiately

tony wasn't really happy about this, but he knew that both you and peter were good kids and eventually accepted it, to his luck, the avengers really are teenager and constantly made jokes about your and peters relationship

the worst thing that ever happened was when sam caught you and peter making out in the kitchen on new years day. of course, sam being sam, he didn't shut up about it and it took about ten minutes for everyone to know

that situation was mentioned a lot during the next few months and you and peter found it absolutely embarassing.

every sunday there is a big family dinner, which includes all the avengers and is mandatory

these dinners are CHAOTIC, it's loud and everyone talks over the other but you absolutely love it and wouldn't have it any other way

every friday evening is game night and each of the avengers takes it very serious, because the winner decided what you'll eat on sunday. sometimes you play scrabble, or poker and sometimes also charade, which was banned after a few times, because peter and you always won

the avengers were sure you were cheating, but peter and you had just decided on very indicating gestures that told the other if the word was a movie, a book or anything else

steve spend a week researching how you had done it

speaking of steve: you love to show him and thor everything that is going on in the world, considering they're the ones that aren't really on the internet

you created a tiktok account for thor and he only made one video and went viral immediately, gatherin thousands of follower, while you have like a hundred followers, despite posting 200+ tiktoks

you have a close relationship with wanda and nat, those two are often the most sane adults around you, so you often come to them if you have problems, like a fight with peter or anything

ultimately you keep a close relationship with all of the avengers and they're like a family to you

you're probably the most loved 16 year old in the world lmao

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

The Look Of Terror

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You joined Shield and when you're placed under a certain Team Leader, Peter can't help but worry about you.

Disclaimer: This is more platonic co-worker vibes, I think? Rather than romance? But there is romance in it? Fluff, angst, Peter takes care of the reader. Description of a panic attack, kidnapping, bombs and an asshole of a Team Leader. I'm a little unsure about this one. Comment if you'd like a Part 2???

You were new to the team. 

It was no surprise since you joined a week late into the program that your Team Leader pushed you harder than the rest of them. But you were okay with it, most of the time. In the times where you weren’t, you’d spend a couple hours in the library reading of worlds that didn’t exist - or at least, you hoped didn’t exist. Because, for as much as seeing a fire-breathing dragon would be cool, it could also destroy most of the population of New York in one breath. 

It was six months into the program that Peter finally saw you. 

Not that you had noticed. 

He saw you on your first day of arrival. He heard your name mentioned in passing and that was as far as it went. Until the training rooms had to be pushed into one due to a leak in the women’s bathroom. It was then that you caught Peter’s eye. 

But not because of your looks, although he didn’t fail to notice your beauty. But because of the familiar look in your eyes. 

It took him a while to figure it out; what exactly the look was in the beginning, he couldn’t be too sure. 

For over a month, he studied you. 

You weren’t a part of his team. In fact, you were with a whole other training division. But in the days when he saw you, he studied you as best as he could before it could become border-line creepy. 

He saw you talk to people, but they never became friends with you. You were happy to help out people when they were struggling but most times, you were left on your own. Whilst other groups studied the Shield Handbook together, cutting the 500 page manual into respectable chunks, you sat on your own in the corner. A few people would look over to you and snigger or sneer. One trainee had said aloud about asking you to join them but everyone else shut the idea down right away. You were the rookie. 

What baffled Peter was the fact that the group of trainees, who refused to collaborate with you, were rookie’s too. 

Then, one day, he pulled your file. 

You had the highest test score out of your group. You were intelligent and smart. You had enough strength training to be transferred into a higher level but due to your qualifying status, you would only move up when the rest of the rookie’s did, too. 

So, after all of this, when he found you in the library alone one night, he decided to talk to you. 

“You must know that thing like the back of your hand.” 

Peter saw you jump a little and instantly regretted not making himself known to you sooner. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I-I should be heading home now, anyway.”

“You’ve finished that book three times this week alone. Shouldn’t you be out with the others having a…drink or something?”

“Maybe, but…I kind of prefer my solitude.”

“Ah, the mysterious lonesome type?”

“Some may beg to differ.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You’re a part of Abbot's team, aren’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I’ve seen your file.”

“You pulled my file?”

“That and I’ve seen him train you twice a week when all agents share the training room.”

A look of realisation crossed over your face. “Oh, shit. Sorry, you’re Agent Parker.”

“Please, call me Peter. Everyone else does.”

“By the handbook says-”

“That all employees refer to their Team Leaders by their working title.” Peter sounded off. “That was something written by Fury to keep HR happy. To be honest, I’ve never really liked it. You’re meant to be a team, and how can that happen if agents are too busy worrying about calling their team leader by their official title.”

“You have a point, but Abbot-”

“Drill it into you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, if you ever need anyone to vent to, you can talk to me.”

“Thank you.” Then after a moment of consideration you asked; “Why you?”

Peter nodded. “I worked with Abbot before Barton came back. I’ve seen how he can train those in his team. I’ve also seen that your group doesn’t exactly seem to strive for trust. It can be hard, working alone. Believe me, I would know.”

“Well, thank you.”

The next day, as you sat alone in the cafeteria, you were slightly startled to find Peter place his food tray down in front of you. “May I?”

“G-Go ahead.”

It shocked you a little; how much Peter was trying to talk to you. By this point, you had been in the program almost six months and no one, other than Abbot when he was barking orders, bothered to try and interact with you - on any scale of capacity. 

And, for the following two weeks, it continued to happen. 

Peter would sit down with you in the cafeteria whenever you had a break from training together. He would join you in the library on late nights when he had to make test scores and you were going over the handbook once more. 

But it wasn’t until one evening when Peter noticed you had been a bit off for a couple of days, that he finally asked you what he’d been dying to ask you for weeks. 

There was a distant look in your eyes. Like as if something had crept its way out of the locked box you kept it sealed in, and was slowly making its way to the front of your brain. 

“What happened?”

It took you a moment to adjust back to reality before you could finally hear Peter’s question. 

“What?”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Before you joined the programme.”

Peter could see you studying him before he saw a wall go up in front of your eyes. “Nothing.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I already told you why I joined Shield.”

Peter said your name, “I know the look of a horrible memory when I see it. What-”

“Nothing. Nothing happened, Peter. So, can you please just drop it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

You pulled the handbook back in front of you and began to skim through it again and again and again. 

Except, that wall that your build would soon crumble, even as you fought for it to stay standing. 

Three weeks later, and not saying a word to Peter, you found yourself in a training day that Abbot had set up without telling anyone. 

“You’re gonna have to stay on your toes. It’s not easy out there, so, first up!” 

Your name was called. 

Others were called after you and you were given five minutes to understand your mission. And it took everything in you not to stop breathing. 

As Peter made his way down to the training room, he found a “friendly” competition. The other Team Leaders had decided to get involved this time round and people were cheering and chanting and others were completely silent. 

And only then did he understand why. 

In the centre of the crowd, knelt three people and in the middle of them was you. 

No one else noticed, but Peter did. 

Your hands, despite the composure you were holding, were beginning to shake. Your eyes seemed glossier than the last time he had seen you and your breathing wasn’t like anyone else's. It was shattered. 

And, as much as he wanted to stop what was happening, he knew if he did, it would probably make it worse. 

Less than 30 seconds later, you were finished on the task in front of you and you stood back. 

“Seven minutes and thirty-six seconds!” Abbot called out your time. 

Peter watched as you turned your back and removed some of the equipment from your body before pushing your way to the back of the crowd. He rounded the corner of the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. 

A few minutes later, he watched as Abbot awarded one of the Rookie’s a gift-card of some kind and a medal. 

“Okay, that’s it for today! See you tomorrow!”

But you were the only one to leave. 

And Peter was hot on your train. 

From the moment you were given your task, your breathing was hitched in your chest and you couldn’t just quite fill your lungs with enough air to stop them from beating against your heart rapidly. 

Throughout the seven and a half minutes it took you to complete the task Abbot had given to you, you had been slowly losing clear vision due to the tears of old memories ripping their way into your mind. 

And once time had finally been called, you just had to force yourself to hold out a little bit longer. 

But, when your legs began to give out on you, you rushed to find a wall to support you. 

And, you did, for a moment. 

Your breathing was unsteady and out of control. Your head felt like it was spinning and you were going to throw up, all the while you could feel every single particle of blood in your body trying to fight its way into and through your heart. 

In a hazy distance, you heard someone call your name and you tried your best to focus and remain in control, but it didn’t work. 

It wasn’t until you heard a door click open behind you and a steady hand lead you inside that you sank to the floor in a weak attempt to try and ground your emotions. 

“Hey, look at me.”

You looked up and recognised the person who had helped you into the room. 

Peter.

You couldn’t speak. So Peter tried his best to calm you. 

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that? It’s going to be okay. No one can hurt you here. You’re safe. I need you to keep looking at me. Here, pass me your hand.”

Peter took your trembling hand in his and held it against his heart. 

“I need you to try and focus on the beats. Can you do that for me?”

It took you a moment, but when Peter pressed his hand over yours so it pushed further into his chest, you finally felt his heartbeat against your palm. 

You tried your best to keep track of them, counting each one as they came. 

“Okay, good. Now, can you follow my breaths?”

You tried your best to follow his breaths. Breathing in with him, and breathing out just the same. 

It took a while but eventually your breathing returned, though it pained your chest a little when you did take in a deep breath. 

At some point, Peter had moved to sit beside you, placing an arm around you, yet still holding your hand against his chest. 

You didn’t know how long had passed before Peter spoke. It both felt instant and as if forever had passed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

You didn’t want to recount, just yet. You didn’t want to remember, just yet. 

Eventually the light in the room dimmed and you found yourself standing. Peter had taken off his jumper before placing it on you. He had felt you shivering for the last hour but every time he went to move and give you his zip-neck jumper, he felt your hand hold him tighter not wishing him to move. 

At some point, you found yourself inside of your home with Peter by your side, switching the kettle on without having to ask which is your favourite mug. 

Peter didn’t say anything. He just let you sit by your kitchen island and stare at your hands for as long as you needed. 

“It all started about two years ago.” you started, without even meaning to. “I, uh, I had been working the night shift. I worked in an emergency vet surgery. Anyway, one night, two guys came in. They said they had a horse outside that was giving birth but they couldn’t deliver the foul. It wasn’t rare that we got cases like this, so I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. But, instead of a horse trailer with a labouring mare, I found myself being carted off to a farm ten miles out of town.”

Peter slid the freshly made tea across to you before sitting down on one of the stools allowing the corner of the island to come between the both of you. 

“I had…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

You gave Peter a small nod, too emotionally exhausted to try and fight. 

You took a breath. “I had…found myself on a farm and all I remembered was getting hit over the head and when I woke up I was strapped into a ticking bomb.”

You recounted everything to Peter, from the moment when you woke up and what was going through your head, to managing to find your medical bag which they hadn’t hid well, if at all. And, how, from that, you had tried your best to get out and stop the bomb from going off whilst it was still attached to you. 

The fact that you had, by some miracle, managed to get away before it went off and blew up the barn was beyond you. But once Barton had found out, he wanted you in Shield. You had most of the medical training and with some training, you could become a major asset within Shield, helping eventually train medics in the organisation - even if you had started out as a Vet. 

It was safe to say Peter was pissed about Abbot's actions. 

Hell, it was even in the handbook and probably within the file that Abbot would have full access to since he was your Team Leader. 

You, under no circumstance, were to be put into a situation like you had been put in just hours earlier until you had clearance from a licensed medical therapist. And, after a few questions, Peter found that you hadn’t. 

Yes, you had clearance to train. You had clearance to practise. But when it came to something you had been so close with facing yourself? No. 

Again, time passed and before you knew it, you had come back around and your wall had slowly started to build back up. 

“I should probably go to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You tried to assure him. 

Eventually, Peter got up to leave but looking down at your top, you called out to him. 

“Sorry, here’s your top.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Peter turned to leave once again but then turned back. “Oh, here…just in case.”

You looked down and found Peter’s card. It contained his name, office address and his phone number. 

“If Abbot tries something like today again…”

“I’ll be sure to call.” you nodded, though Peter feared that what you were saying had no meaning. That you would continue through it, pushing your emotions against your brick wall as hard as you could before you broke again. 

“I mean it, Y/N. He shouldn’t have done that today.”

“I’ll be okay, Peter. I promise.”

AS the door closed behind him, Peter feared that you had made a promise you couldn’t keep, despite how much he knew you would try to.

[mxssingmemories]

JUUUUUUULEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS hi okay so UM I HAE AN IDEA. tom holland x platonic bsf reader thing where reader comes out to him? it can be anything u want AND ALSO PLEASE I WANT TESSA IN THERE IF U CAN thank u beautiful i love u beaitiful bye beautiful

Best Friend Ever

Pairing: Tom Holland x platonic!best friend!reader

Summary: Y/N found out some news about herself and really wants to tell her best friend Tom. She's really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

Warnings: Anxiety, coming out, tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count: 1.2k !!

A/N: Jules? Posting two fics in a single night?? What is happening? Anyways, I'm loving this request, thank you so much Ash <3. This fic was so much fun to write. Also, reminder that requests are very much open!!

It was a pretty quiet day in the Holland house. Dom and Nikki, along with his brothers, were all out of town on a "vacation" of sorts. Tom ended up staying home to take care of Tessa. He was pretty excited to finally have the house to himself for once, especially since that meant he could invite you over. Everyone knew that you were his best friend-you've been there for him during some of the hardest times in his life. You've known him since before his first Marvel role, and you were so blessed that you got to see him grow up in his own little ways.

You and Tom knew practically everything about each other. He could always tell when you were having a bad day or vice versa, and knew exactly what to do. So, when you showed up on his front porch for the scheduled hangout with a fake smile on your face, he knew something was wrong. He tried to get you to talk to him several times, but eventually just let it be. He knew you well enough to trust that if it was serious you'd come to him in your own time.

You two started your TV marathon-Brooklyn Nine-Nine, of course- and sat down on the living room couch. Tessa immediately curled up in between you both. You leaned into Tom's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you providing the casual comfort only a best friend could. His and Tessa's presence and breathing calmed you significantly, even as your thoughts weighed heavily on your mind.

"What if he doesn't support me? What if he breaks off the friendship? What if he hates me?"

Your brain ran through all of the possible outcomes with anxiety, thoughts whirling through your head at what felt like 50 miles an hour. Only when Tom's hand squeezed your arm gently did you come out of it, shooting an apologetic smile at your best friend. He nodded in understanding, holding you just a little closer as if he could protect you from the negative thoughts he didn't even know were there.

Logically, you knew Tom would probably be supportive. He'd had so many positive interactions with LGBTQ fans and family alike, but for some reason your brain thought it would be different. Oh well, you figured, might as well get it over with.

However, the second you opened your mouth, you felt your blood run cold. You quickly shut it again, hoping Tom didn't notice your little speaking mishap.

In reality, Tom definitely noticed. It only made him more concerned for you. You'd been off the whole day, not paying attention to the show at all. He knew all he had to do was wait for you to come to him, but he was still anxious as hell. Tom was a helper, and he had never felt the need to help more than he did in this moment.

"Want to go get some ice cream, Y/N?" he asked, a smile on his face. Your eyes brightened up as you nodded, jumping off the couch. "Okay, I'll get Tessa's leash on. You wanna grab a hoodie from my closet?" As you nodded again, he went to grab Tessa's leash and let you do your thing. You came back downstairs a minute later, all ready to go.

Tom put Tess in the backseat, making sure she was secure. The minute you got in, you stole the aux and Taylor Swift started blaring. When Tom scoffed, you smirked unabashedly-it was Taylor Swift. The ride to the ice cream parlor was uneventful, filled with quieter music and Tessa's paws on your arm. It was peaceful, and for a moment you were finally able to relax.

The bell dinged as you both walked into the shop, Alex coming over to greet you.

"Hey, loves! How's it going?" they grinned, already preparing your orders and Tess' whipped cream.

"Pretty okay, Alex! Mom and Dad are out of town, so me and dingus here are having a sleepover." Tom smiled, making sure Tessa didn't try to sneak behind the counter again. As soon as Alex got your orders prepared, Tom motioned to head out to the car, but you shook your head.

"Is it alright if I stay back and talk to Alex for a sec?" At his nod, you walked back in to find Alex sitting at one of the tables with a milkshake. They smiled and motioned for you to sit down. Nose deep in their milkshake, they motioned for you to continue.

Alex was one of the most open people you've ever met. They made it public knowledge they were trans, and you looked up to them very much.

You gulped. "How..how did you come out to your best friend?" Alex immediately sat up a little straighter and made eye contact with you.

"Well, honestly I feel like they knew. I kind of just came out with it outright. They were so supportive, and honestly it went really well. Why? IS there something you need to tell me?" they asked, a glint in their eyes.

"I'm pan, Alex." you stated, eyes widening when they giggled a bit.

"Dude. I know. I also know that you're terrified to tell Tom, am I right?" At your shrug, they continued, "I can promise you 100% that he's going to support you. He's your best friend, and above all an awesome person. I think you should do it. You got this kiddo," they beamed. Standing up to hug them with tears in your eyes, you started walking out. They grabbed your shoulder, and whispered "it's gonna be fine." Planting a kiss on your cheek, you finally met Tom outside.

You ate your ice cream on the way home, quite enjoying the newfound confidence the chat with Alex gave you.

The second you got home, Tessa jumped on the couch with you, effectively taking Tom's spot. He playfully glared at Tess and scooted her over until he was sat beside you. Turning on the movie, he felt you snuggle up to him and relaxed.

Your heart was beating, however, as you sat up again. "Tom. I really need to get this out and I've been thinking about it for a while, it's completely fine if you don't accept it. I mean it's not fine, it'll suck ass, but I understand-"

our best friend cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth, taking his turn to speak. "Y/N. Please just tell me. I won't judge you, I pinky-promise."

"I..shit. I'm pan."

Realization flashed across his features, and before your eyes could get too teary he pulled you into his chest.

"That's okay, kiddo. I know. I've got you, it's okay love." He continued murmuring support into your ear as your eyes got heavy. You knew you were going to fall asleep soon. You placed your hand on Tessa's head by muscle memory as she scooted towards you, finding enough strength in you to say three words.

"I love you," you sighed sleepily, your best friend's face going soft again at those words. He murmured his reply, but you were already fast asleep. The last thing you registered was the feeling of being loved, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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I do not feel comfortable with writing NSFW stuff. I only write hurt/comfort, fluff and angst.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff)

Sam Wilson Chin up, Cap (Sam Wilson x GN!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

Like father, Like daughter (Dad!Sam Wilson x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff, slight hurt/comfort)

How Sam reacts to you doing house chores when you are pregnant (Sam Wilson x Pregnant!Fem!Reader, fluff)

Trouble in Paradise (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst)

Joaquin Torres Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff) Pretty (Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader, fluff)

Philophobia Series (Joaquin Torres x GN!Stark!Reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)

Joaquin reacts to seeing you in a saree for the first time (Joaquin Torres x Desi!Fem!Reader, fluff)

It Was Just Like A Movie | Happily Ever After (Actor!Joaquin Torres x Fem!Actress!Reader, fluff, slight angst, yearning, pining, friends to lovers)

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Snow shovel (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff)

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The Moonknight System (TBA)

Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds

Willow Series (Bob Reynolds x Fem!Demigod!Reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)

Challengers Series (Joaquin Torres x Fem!Stark!Reader, Reynolds x Fem!Stark!Reader, fluff, angst, yearning, love triangle)

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Din Djarin "Sleepy time for papa and grogu." (Din Djarin xFem!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

The Experiment (Din Djarin x GN!Reader, fluff)

Poe Dameron

“Are you a goofy guy?” (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, fluff, modern!au)

Put Some Respect On His Name (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, fluff, angst, jealousy)

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“Happy New Year, Honey.” (Joel Miler x Fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

Time in a Bottle Part 2 (Joel Miller x Fem!Wife!Reader, angst, gore, dark)

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Y'all should like totally give me requests because uhmmm I'm bored and I wanna get back into writing regularly (and also because I wanna make more content for people like myself) :]

Read below the cut for information if you're interested!!

What I do write (rn):

Length: I need to get warmed up soo😭. I do headcanons, drabbles/imagines, thirsts, SMAUs and one shots only, for now. Unless I make a short series which hehehe I have no ideas for <\3

Fandoms and characters: jjk (Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Shiu, Shoko, Ino, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki) - mha (Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice, Hawks, Overhaul, Aizawa, probably the whole class 1-A + Shinso and Monoma) - cod (Ghost, Price, Konig, Soap.. I haven't played the games) - sdv (Sebastian, Sam, Shane, Alex, Abigail) - Marvel (Peter (Tom Holland version), Bucky, Tony, Deadpool, Hobie, Miles, Peter B., Miguel) - Creepypasta (Jeff, Toby, Masky, Hoodie (yes yes Ik they're from MH hsshhhhhh), Eyeless Jack, Homicidal Liu, BEN)

Reader: child(platonic only), teen (platonic only, unless with another teen), adult, chubby, male, gn, ftm, AFAB, AMAB, bottom/sub, top/sub, yeah overall submissive, mentally or physically troubled!Reader... but I might need to do research (or you can be a sweetheart and give me all the info I'll need to remember)

Genre: fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, smut, dark content, gore but nothing TOO extreme unless it's for Creepypasta, platonic, romantic, Character x reader, trauma, AUs... I write basically anything unless stated otherwise.

What I don't write (ever):

Fem aligned readers - character x character (unless like CxCxR yk) - adult x minor (eugh) - extreme noncon/dubcon - scat or anything else like it - incest (I could MAYBE write step-family but idk it's gotta be really interesting plot for me to get my hands dirty😞☝️) - other creepy illegal stuff - fighting scenes (just cause I'm bad at it) - sexualized gore... I feel like that's a thing and I don't wanna be part of it - pregnancy - I don't write nsfw stuff for minors.. and I won't age them up unless they already get older in their franchise. And I'll add more if I remember anything else.

Some lil things to add:

For these characters: Aizawa, Peter B., Miguel, Tony Stark, BEN, Price, Soap... I write ONLY platonic scenarios cause I'm not comfortable with anything else :(

For these characters: Ghost, Konig, Price, the whole marvel characters... I can ONLY write AU versions or scenarios because with cod, I haven't played the games or consumed much information other than fanfics and art. And for Marvel... the last marvel movie I watched was Deadpool 1 and I watched the rest around two years ago.😭 I might write more for them if I ever rewatch but yeahh

Please please PLEASE give as much information as your fingers allow you to type because my brain usually doesn't work and I tend to overthink everything and I'm a perfectionist... so if you don't specify exactly what you want it might take me AGES to write your request :((

YEAH THATS IT THANK U FOR READING IF YOU DID AND IM WAITING FOR Y'ALL REQUESTS YAYAYY

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When Worlds Collide (peter parker x reader)

Top Gun: Maverick

Music to My Ears (jake seresin x reader)

Back and Forth (jake seresin x reader)

Infatuated (jake seresin x reader)

Enamored (jake seresin x reader)

A Bad Night (bob floyd x reader)

Just Kids (bradley bradshaw x reader)

Please Send Requests For: - Top Gun: Maverick characters/actors - Other characters/people featured alongside or associated with the above subjects - Almost anything, really!

[miela]

Tom Holland Masterlist

All my writings for this lovely lad

♥ {smut} | ☁︎ {fluff} | ➻ {angst} | ☾ {dark} | ✿ {platonic}

if one-shots, drabbles, or headcannons are part of a series they will be in the series masterlist.

↪ dividers by firefly-graphics & cafekitsune

TOM HOLLAND:

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Beautiful Stranger | { x Stunt Double! Reader} ☁︎

❥ When you're invited to your best friend's wedding, you keep running into someone who saves you from your loneliness...and clumsiness.

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PETER PARKER:

Shattered Memories | { x Stark Daughter! Reader} | ☁︎ ♥ ➻

❥ After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.

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NATHAN DRAKE:

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ARVIN RUSSELL:

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[marveldcfandom]

Earlier.

Y/N: Peter, I’m going to need your help?

Peter: For what?

Y/N: To fight against Kingpin and his anti vigilante taskforce and they coming after you.

Peter: I’m in. Who in this team?

Y/N: It’s actually called the defenders but it’s Matt, Frank & Jessica so far.

Peter: I can try to get more people.

Y/N: Thanks Peter. Really appreciate.