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[uglypastels]

Can I please get #48 with king of hell tom and angel reader? I love this clever idea and I’m so happy you tagged me in it. Thanks love! :)

I assume you mean the Spotify top 100 :) its been a while but i am mooooore than happy to write more based on that prompt list, especially since this is so oof 

prompt: #48 - Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco 

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You walked around the dark, gloomy hallways of the castle. You could not believe how dark everything was. Of course, you had never expected soft pastels or bright colors from in the home of the prince of darkness but... everything was just so black.

You had been here what felt like an eternity, but you still remembered how the monster had snatched you up from purgatory. 

Finders keepers, losers weepers. He had said, so mockingly. Claiming you as his. A part of you felt honored, excited, that someone so powerful (and good-looking) wanted you, but mostly, you felt horrified. 

“Well, well, well.” Your whole body froze at the sound of his voice. “What do we have here? Our for a little stroll, are we?” He sounded so smooth, like water trickling down one of those fiery red apples that he ate so often. 

“Uhm, yes,” you said, turning around to face him. “Needed to stretch my legs a bit.” You gulped for air as he neared you. It was incredible how quietly he moved. 

“In my shirt, I see?” 

“Oh?” you looked down. Indeed you were wearing one of his satin shirts. “Yes, yet it is.” 

“And who gave you permission to wear that, my angel?” He liked to mock you with that nickname since you both knew too well you were no holy spirit. Far from it actually. 

“Uhm, no one.” You mumbled as you felt his cold hand run up your side. 

“Yet you took it anyway. How bad of you.” He smirked. 

“But it feels good.” You whimper, only half talking about the actual shirt. His cold touch was sending shivers up your spine, making him chuckle. 

“So does that mean it's yours? Well,” he leaned in and kissed your neck. You bit your lip to hold in your moan. “You taste good, does that mean you’re mine, angel?” 

“You know I am,” you say, slightly annoyed at his question and the lack of contact. This only made him laugh more. 

“That’s right, Angel. All mine.”

The End  

[no-droids]

Do you know when part 5 of the Rough Day series will be out? No rush I just happen to love that series and your writing style. :)

Thank you!! 🥰🥰 Planning to drop chap 5 on Christmas Eve sometime awwwww yiss stay tuned

[heyhihellowhatsup0]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Love you and all your fics! 😘

Thanks B! Love ya❤️

[myriadimagines]

More deadly class imagines!!! I plan on writing one for Marcus now that I finished the first and sadly final season... #savedeadlyclass

ahhhh!! i don’t think i have requests for any but that’s definitely awesome you’re writing something marcus!!!

[ordinariums-a]

“    hey, hey, hey -- kid, you’re okay.    ”    she was hurt. what hurt her ?? he didn’t know, and he was very much looking out for the culprit. this might be a shock to her; seeing another spidey, but ----- she needed help, and he was willing to take the risk of a freak out in order to do that.    “    what happened to you ??     ”        //  @webbed-wonder​

[hollandsosterfield-blog]

I’m excited for the Tarzan au! Definitely keep me in the tag list for the series since I look forward to it. Fingers crossed there’s a romantic swinging from the vines scene. 💕

ahaha you’ll see & thank you for your support💙

[webbedwonders]

[museincarnate]

It had to be....damn...4 AM? And the city is up and awake with sirens.

Something, a portal, opened in the sky above Central Park, and something...or someone, fell through.

Police had the place surrounded...HAD...

But when the WebbedWonder reaches the area, they're all webbed up to trees and their cars, guns and batons smashed and destroyed.

The only clue to follow is a trail of webs leading away from the area and down one of the nearest back roads.

-TheRoyalGathering Muse: Aria

"Boy... Am I really glad Miles is around to do some Spider-Man work. Although, this... Also looks like Spider-Man work. Oh boy..." Peter would take a moment to text Miles, although he was pretty sure the young man was asleep; asking if he was responsible, though he was sure that Miles wasn't.

"Just so we're clear, officers, I just got here, and this totally wasn't me! If the webbing is anything like mine, it'll dissolve eventually. I'll get to the bottom of this, or my name isn't Spider-Man!" Quipping as he took off to follow the trail of webs via web-swinging, Peter would try to get a vantage point, to see if he could spot the culprit of such an act. If he did spot the one responsible, and they weren't swinging around, themselves, he'd drop down to greet them, although a bit cautiously, while he wore the Spider-Society gizmo on his wrist.

"Hey! So did you not get the memo that Spider-based powers are me and the other guy's gig? Or is this... One of those situations?" He'd gesture to the gizmo.

[itsedgey77-blog]

Good morning! Rockin my new #spiderman mug. #marvel #peterparker #spiderman #comichero #webbedwonder #avenger #cuppatea #tea (at Bilbrook) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzhluj6BbM0/?igshid=195vb9qli9qz2

[jenniferdotson808]

Our wild #webbedwonder turned #4yearsold and thanks to a bunch of #superhero friends, we swung into action with #spideysenses at #TeamDotson headquarters. Mahalo everyone for the awesome action packed adventure! 🎉🎊🦸🏻‍♂️🦸🏻‍♀️🎈🎁🎂✨⚡️💥 https://www.instagram.com/p/BuSMpqOBRH5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lpwi4r393mmf

[vivalavillain]

webbed-wonder​:

Open Starter

Too much. That was all that was going through Aria’s head in that moment. Too much too much too much. Ever since being bitten she would sometimes have these episodes, her senses dialled to eleven and completely overwhelming her.

Normally when she was in her suit she was fine, the suit would help regulate all the input and make everything less… Crazy. Her suit was broken this time, however. She got in a rough fight a few nights prior, her enemy landing a solid hit straight in her face and dislocating the wiring. She hadn’t fixed it, not thinking anything bad would happen. Boy was she wrong.

So here she was. Fully suited up, gripping the side of a building a dozen stories up, and shaking. Her eyes were screwed shut as she tried to calm herself, her heart going a mile a minute. She felt like she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She could hear everything all at once, so loud in her ears. She felt paralysed, helpless, alone.

It was hard to describe the precise way Kilgrave felt when he leaned across the balcony barrier to find a suited hero clinging to the wall just beside his kitchen window. At first, his heart had leapt into his throat, startled by the unexpected ‘guest’ and certain they were there to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time some costumed hero had tried and he had been just about to shout some command or another when he noticed it-- the vigilante was shaking.

He frowned, unsure how exactly to proceed. On the one hand, what were they doing outside his kitchen window? On the other, why were they shaking so hard? Part of him was cautious, but the other part-- a much larger part, if he were honest, and growing the longer he stared-- was curious. With slow, careful steps, he edged toward the wall where they were clinging and he leaned across the barrier.

“This is going to sound strange, I’m sure, but... are you quite alright?”

[lucky-bucky-baby]

Thanks for tagging me, babe @et-lesailes

I love things like this. Tagging people for both this blog and my writing blog @lucky-bucky-boy

@bitchcraftandwitchery @nacho-bucky @cametobuyplums @sinner-as-saint @sunmoonandbucky @moonbeambucky @terrifictomholland @venusbarnes @webbedwonders @papi-chulo-bucky

[ordinariums-a]

from here //

“    . . . youtube ??    ”    okay, even if he didn’t know her - even if it was even possible to learn that stuff on youtube, then the simple fact that she was just a terrible liar would give her away. like, damn. was this how he looked when he lied ??     “    you know that -- that isn’t believable ?? in the slightest, right ??    ”

// @webbed-wonder​

[hollandsosterfield-blog]

happy father’s day - t.h.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning: woman giving birth (nothing too detailed)

request: could you write something about tom helps his wife to give birth in their home becuse they can't go the hospital due to storm outside?

summary: You went to Tom's parents's country house for the weekend, but your baby decides to surprise you and arrives earlier than expected, making father's day unforgettable for Tom

words count: 1,557

As your pregnancy was almost due to term and the date of delivery was scheduled for next week, Tom and you decided to leave and spend some time in in his parents's house in the countryside.

You arrived early in the evening on friday, the house being a bit far from the city, there was no wi-fi, only the tv and the landline worked. It was a cozy house, beautifully decorated, and outside there was grass stretched for miles, a pool where you needed to spend some time before leaving and a beautiful lake where a few ducks lived. 

You put a hand on your round belly, smiling to yourself. You couldn’t wait to come back here once your baby was born, watch him play in the garden with Tessa, or see him play on a swing that Tom built for him, or teach him how to swim on a summer afternoon, do family barbecues, or celebrate his birthday here...You knew that when he would be here, your days would always be filled with laughter and joy with him by your side.

A shiver ran down your spine and you rubbed your hands over your arms, trying to warm up yourself a little as the wind began to get a little colder and the sky darkened, "Tessa," you called, her head popped out of the grass that was almost as tall as her and she looked in your way, before running towards you. She went past you and entered the house, you followed her and closed the double glass door and the curtains.

Tessa went to lie in her basket in the living room while you went into the kitchen, where Tom was preparing dinner.

"Hum, it smells good, what are you cooking?" You approached him to have a better view of what he was doing.

He looked up at you smiling. "It's a surprise."

"Is it almost ready? I don't want to complain but I think someone is very hungry." You say stroking your belly before going to sit on a chair. "And a little agitated today." 

"He's probably looking forward to being next week so he can see his parents, especially his dad." Tom laughed as he put the plates on the table.

You huffed. "Or maybe he doesn't like the sudden change of weather." Tom kissed your forehead, still laughing, and took the dish out of the oven. He had cooked lasagna, your favorite dish, hoping you would like it.

He put the dish on the table and scratched the back of his neck, "Eh, I used my mom receipe but I don't know if I did it well, I hope you will like it, but please if it taste horribly don't tell her." You giggled as he sat next to you before serving you one part.

"I promise to not say it." You said, kissing his cheek gently before grabing your fork and tasting a small portion. Tom looked at you, waiting for you to tell him if you liked it.

"So?" He asked, not having touched his plate yet.

"Well..."

"Oh okay, I know, it's horrible. I'm sorry." He said, lowering his head, looking like a sad puppy.

"I'm just kidding you, babe. It's actually delicious." You couldn't hide your smile when he looked up at you, smiling, his whole face lighten up again.

"Really?"

"Yes", you said, in fact, it wasn’t really good but he had put all his heart to make them wanting to please you and you didn’t wanted him to be sad, so yes, eating a dish that wasn’t very good was not the worse and if that made him happy, it was worth it to suffer.

You took another bite, fake smiling at him, while Tom looked delighted. You hoped there was at least some chocolate for dessert.

But unfortunately, you didn't have chocolate, there was a cake in the fridge, but Tom said it was for tomorrow, that you would eat it when you would came back to his parents's house to celebrate father's day.

You mumbled to yourself while eating a yoghurt’s banana while at the same time Tom went to close the shutters outside before it started to rain. You putted a hand over your belly, "Don't worry baby, tonight we'll get a little piece of this cake when dad will be asleep." You whispered, caressing your swollen belly.

After closing the shutters Tom came back inside, he was a little wet, apparently he had already started to rain and he decided to go take a shower.

After finishing your yoghurt you came into the living room and laid down on the couch a few minutes before getting up again as you felt more contractions.

You decided to go upstairs and watch a movie in bed with Tom, as the storm seemed to be more violent and loudly but that didn't stopped Tom from falling asleep.

Around 11pm you left the bed discreetly, trying to not wake up Tom, you couldn't sleep because of the noisy sound of the storm and the contractions, and you were a little hungry.

Tessa who was sleeping down your bed woke up. She followed you downstairs. Stopping frequently when you were a little long, as if she wanted to check that you were still there and that you were okay.

Once in the kitchen, you turned on the light and saw Tessa rush to her bowl of water as you walked to the closet. You took out a plate and a fork and put them on the table before heading to the fridge.

As you went to open the fridge door you felt a liquid fall from your vagina. You stepped back and looked down, seeing a gush of clear fluid on the floor. You let out a brash sound, as panic started to invade you. "Tom!" You yelled.

"Tom!" You shouted again, your breathing speeding up as another contraction hitted you. You putted your hands on the counter for support, closing your eyes, doing the breathing exercises you learned trying to calm yourself a little.

With the sound of the storm he didn’t hear your calls, so Tessa rushed upstairs and jumped on the bed. She barked loudly, trying to wake up Tom and after a few seconds, he did.

"Uh, Tessa, what are you doing?" He said rubbing his eyes, he looked next to him and saw that your place was empty. He threw the sheets off his body and stood up. He was going to go in the bathroom, to see if you were there, but Tessa barked and he decided to follow her. 

She ran into the kitchen where you were sitting on the floor, in agony. 

Tom rushed to your side

"Oh my god, we need to get you to the hospital!" He says panicking, not knowing what to do.

"I-I don't think I will be able to get up and there a storm outside." You winced as another contraction hitted you, each contractions becoming more violent and longer.

You knew it was only a question of minutes before your baby was here. Tom got up and rushed to get the phone and a cushion that he placed under your head, while stroking your forehead.

He called the emergency and a woman answered, he tried to explain as best he could the situation. The woman on the other side of the line told him to calm down and explained that help couldn't come yet because of the storm, but that she would help him help you.

She gave him advice and explained how to proceed. He helped you as much as possible, following the woman's advice. You pushed, holding one of Tom's hands. He put the speaker on and the woman told you to stop the panic, as the babies were still usually in the ideal position head upside down while she speaked to you, Tom grabbed some towels.

You pushed, panting and sweating. Tom wiped the sweat from your forehead with a towel, still holding one of your hands.

"You can do it, you're amazing baby, he's almost there." He continues to say encouraging things, but you were too exhausted to hear everything as you continue to push.

Tom went to see how things were going and told you to push again. After a few seconds, you hear soft cries. Tom wrapped your baby in a towel and looked at him with pure adoration as tears ran down his cheeks. He went next to you and put your baby in your arms, as you started to sob.

He was so beautiful, you put a kiss on his temple, he whined softly before closing his eyes.

"You had a very exhausting first day, right baby." Tom said stroking his head, you both looked at him with pure admiration, not believing that you both created such a beautiful thing.

After the storm calmed down, the emergencies arrived and they took you with the baby to the hospital, Tom came with you, obviously. Both your vital and those of the baby were good and of course, Tom put a spider-man body on him that Nikki and Dom had taken with them when they came to see the baby.

His parents and brothers were all already in love with the baby. Tom looked at his son, named Tony, who was looking at all the faces around him in the hospital room curiously.

"I think it's the greatest gift I could have dreamed of for Father's Day." Tom said before kissing your son's forehead.

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[hholyholland]

care

don't judge the title i'm bad at them.

pairing: mob! tom holland x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: tom being protective, gun shots/ injuries

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It was supposed to be a nice event, mob leaders acting like they liked each other for a night, just doing simple business and having chats.

You were glued to Tom's side all night, he kept an arm wrapped around your pretty body practically pulling you on top of him.

He watched carefully as you interacted with other mobsters, he watched their eyes to make sure they wouldn't travel to parts of your body only he got to see.

You played with the diamond bracelet Tom had gotten you,and stuck your leg out of your slit your red dress offered.

“Being a tease ay?” He smirked at you, and your brows furrowed, you went to say something but Tom beat you to it.

“Man you have five seconds to walk away before I shoot you.” You turned and looked at your boyfriend, before looking back at the guy who was backing up.

“Come 'ere princess.”

You walked over to him and he pulled you onto his lap, one hand going on your thigh and the other on your bare back, sending chills up your spine.

“I should've put a gun through his head for speaking to you like that.” He mumbled in your ear before kissing your neck. You hummed in response, liking the way his lips felt.

“I'd say yes, but this is supposed to be a peaceful event Tommy.” You turned your head and grabbed his jaw, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Has that ever stopped me?” He smirked against your lips and slowly reached for his gun as a joke.

You pulled away and grabbed his hand, placing it back on your thigh.

“When I'm around, yes.”

The rest of the night you just stayed with Tom, watching him have a conversation with others, or he watched you. If any guy even tried to get at you, Tom wouldn't hesitate to flash his gun at them or threaten them.

It's not that you couldn't defend yourself, Tom just beat you to it, plus you didn't mind it at all. You loved seeing Tom get mad about other guys trying to get a go at you.

“Bullets are gonna go through heads if this keeps going.” Tom grumbled kissing around your neck, you rolled your eyes at his intentions and pushed him back.

“It's okay Tom, they're all disgusting anyway. I only belong to you.” Your hand combed through some strands of his hair before he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you.

“God I can't wait to go home with you.” He growled and you smiled into the kiss. You knew it was gonna be a good night.

That was until you heard the sound of a gunshot.

Tom immediately pulled away and pulled you low, his hand grabbed his gun and kept it ready. He reached for your hand and pulled you towards one of the emergency exits, telling you to stay close to him.

Although you constantly heard gunshots and your boyfriend was a mobster, you were terrified. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were squeezing Tom's hand.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your calf and you looked down to see a bullet in your skin. Your leg immediately gave out and you dropped Tom's hand.

“Fuck love.” He immediately picked you up and ran towards the door, his heart was now pounding and he was scared for you. You were hurt and he hated that.

“It hurts Tommy.” You cried into his shoulder, feeling an intense amount of pressure in your leg.

“I know darling, just stay calm, I'll call the doctor right now.” He scanned the valet looking for the black SUV, as soon as he found it he ran to it, opening the door somehow and placing you on the seat and getting in himself.

“Step on it Jared.” Tom said before grabbing you and pulling you close. Running one hand through your hair to calm you, the other calling the doctor telling him what had happened.

He called Harrison next telling him to get an area ready for you, before hanging up and diverting his attention to you completely.

He didn't even care about the blood getting on the seats, all he cared about was you and how you were handling the pain.

“Once I found out who's responsible, I'll kill em baby.” When you didn't respond he looked down at you and saw your eyes were closed, “Love?”

“Yeah yeah, I'm okay sorry.” You opened your eyes to look at his soft brown ones, and you grabbed his hand giving it a firm squeeze.

The car came to a stop and Jared got out and opened the door for you and Tom, Tom got out then carefully pulled you out carrying you through the front door.

“In the living room.” Harrison called out once he heard you guys enter.

The doctor was there ready with his equipment, and a makeshift hospital bed. Tom placed you onto it and took your heels off before standing next to you, holding your hand.

“I wasn't able to get any numbing medication so I'm sorry in advance.” The doctor told you, and you nodded letting him know it was okay.

You hissed as the doc cleansed the area and looked at Harrison, “Get me the bottle of vodka.”

“Seriously?”

“No she's not serious.” Tom spoke, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly.

“Tom in the old days they would just let their patients get drunk so they couldn't feel the pain what the hell.” You yelped as he started to remove the bullet.

“This may hurt.”

You bit down on your lip and squeezed your boyfriend's hand, before the doctor let you knew it was out.

“Here's the bullet and now it's time for stitches. So, she may need that bottle of vodka.” The doctor joked and you nodded in agreement.

You let out multiple cries and yelps from the pain, cursing at the doctor at one point for not bringing any type of numbing medication.

“Alright all done, try not to put all your pressure on your leg for about a week and I'll be back in two to take the stitches out and just look at it.”

“Thank you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you.” You looked at the doctor and apologized for your little outburst you had had.

“It's alright, get well soon.”

He left after that and you sighed looking down at your bandaged leg. It still hurt and it was throbbing, and your dress had blood on it, but you were just glad you were home and safe.

“Right let's get to bed love.” Tom picked you up once again and carried you to your shared bedroom.

Tom set you on the bed and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, kissing his lips and pulling him close. Your hands trailed down his chest and he caught on, grabbing your wrist and pulling away.

“Love you just had stitches, no.” Tom chuckled walking away to get you clothes.

“Please baby, you were talking about it all night “ You pouted at him.

“That was before you got shot, plus you know how I get during sex.” He walked back over to you with a pair of sweats and one of his tees.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the clothes from him, “boring.”

“Aye keep it up and you won't get shit for a week.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Damn you Holland. Now help me change.”

Tom carefully helped you changed, making sure the sweats didn't bother your leg. He changed himself and got into bed with you.

“You okay love?”

You nodded into his chest, “Yeah. I love you, thanks for taking care of me.”

“Love you more baby, I'm always gonna take care of you.”

tagging: @webbedwonders​

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[whomuses]

"I should be okay." he whispered. "Lot of people still think Spider-Man is a bad guy. Lots of people would leave me uncomfortable and bloody." he half-smiled. "I think a lot of them would have called the cops on me collapsing in their apartment." he laughed, then broke off with a grimace, having not noticed what she was doing with the hangers. Luckily for her, the genius kid was quite often an utter moron.

He carefully began to pull the shirt on, taking his time to not pull and damage any stitches, breathing carefully as he was.

She couldn't help but feel relieved that he didn't question her further, although was sure he didn't believe her. She would really need to learn to lie better if she was going to keep her identity a secret...

Once she had finished stitching him up she covered his wound with gauze, a small smile on her face at her own handiwork. Hopefully she hadn't caused him too much pain.

"Do you need stitched up anywhere else?" She asked softly, glancing up at him.