#please do not cast tom holland as link. please do not cast tom holland as link. please do not

[flickerintwilights]

SO THIS IS. REAL I GUESS (x)

[katsudondom]

Please don't cast Tom Holland as Link. Please don't cast Tom Holland as Link. Please don't-

[zeldadeservesabreak]

I thought people would be smarter about the news of a Zelda movie, but nope… we are descending into Mario Movie levels of hysteria over nothing.

And I do mean nothing. Miyamoto just announced they’re beginning development on it. Not production… development. That’s industry code for pre-pre-production. No one has been cast. No one has been enlisted to make the costumes, sets, visual effects, or even script yet. This is literally just the beginning talks about how and what they want to do.

Nintendo is a very SAFE company. They don’t generally take big risks if they can help it. That’s exactly what they did with the Mario Movie. They played it safe. They got big name actors who all played their roles as safely as possible, and the film made a BILLION DOLLARS. They did the same with Detective Pikachu. Not a bad movie, but a bit of a sleeper hit.

And that’s what we are going to get out of a Zelda film. Big name actors, fantasy special effects and cgi, Link will talk and he’ll sound completely normal, and the writing on par with other Nintendo made films. It will be a solid B+ to A- film at its worse, and a A++ at its best.

This is being produced by someone who helped work on Into the Spiderverse and it’s being written by someone who wrote Detective Pikachu. Nintendo has favorable relations with both parties already, which is why they trust them to work with. This is what I mean about Nintendo playing it SAFE. They’ve already worked with these people before so they know what to expect and what they’ve produced has been good.

Remember that producer and writing credits are not quantifiable metrics. The guy who wrote Superhero Movie and The Hangover also wrote Chernobyl and The Last of Us.

And for those people freaking out about Marvel and Tom Holland… stop it. No, seriously STOP it. No one has been cast in this film yet, but because you dumb-shits are having aneurisms about Tom Holland all of the news ai bots are picking up on your chatter and reporting it as news. And if enough of those reports get picked up by news outlets, Tom Holland’s agent will probably submit him as a contender for real. So if you REALLY don’t want him to play Link… STOP MANIFESTING IT TO HAPPEN!

I’m so annoyed right now.

I’m annoyed at the internet and it’s ability to cause people to freak out over nothing and turn what should be a good thing into a nightmare for no good reason.

I genuinely don’t understand how fans of Nintendo can’t see beyond the last 5 minutes. ANYONE with a basic knowledge of Nintendo’s history will understand that this is 100% completely on par for them. There’s nothing to worry about. You’re repeating the Chris Pratt is Mario freak out all over again, and that ultimately turned out FINE.

So please….Stop it.

[umbramatic]

With the confirmation of the Zelda movie happening eventually I felt the need to scream (CLICK THROUGH): 

-To start, a disclaimer: This would have been closer to the announcement but I was on a trip and then still busy after, so bear with me

-The obvious: This will either be really great or really terrible and either way i am here to devour the memes

-I'm not one of those people who thinks a live action zelda is impossible to make work - if HARDER to make work - and video game movies have recently and slowly been dragging themselves out of the Pit Of Despair and I liked the Detective Pikachu movie and the Sonic movies and the Mario movie but this movie could still easily be really bad and slide them further back into it, especially with some of the people producing it. We'll just have to wait for trailers to cast more judgment. Nintendo having a stranglehold on production again does give me hope weirdly - hopefully things will at least be On Brand

-since condensing most zelda game plots could be Hell I feel like they should honestly do an original version of the zelda story that just follows all the Best Of Tropes like with the mario movie (hey maybe it fits into the timeline somehow and we're all forced to acknowledge it as Lore) but if not I honestly want to see them do Skyward Sword, since it was the origin point. Only problem is no Ganon, so I doubt it. 

-I doubt any of the Toon Link games would be chosen since it's not animated, nor any games focusing primarily on particularly young links since Hollywood hates working with kids. So I feel like the most likely ones are Ocarina Of Time (the most defining Zelda at this point even post-BOTW and TOTK), Breath Of The Wild, or Twilight Princess (both of which would be cool). But who knows this could be like Detective Pikachu and we get an oddball pick. 

-Someone suggested Jason Momoa as Ganondorf and honestly I want it -For Link, not Tom Holland because that's the Meme Bad Pick, obviously. I'd honestly say Thomas Brodie-Sangster or Timothée Chalamet

-As for Zelda... Zelda Wiliams. It would be funny and Robin would have been proud. 

-If The Rock does not play a Goron character I will be upset

-I feel like Link not speaking is a lost cause probably (even if i think it would be really funny if they cast a big name and he communicated only in grunts) and I'm not opposed to making him doofy because Link is often doofy but by god do NOT make him snark. I'm not even as hard on the MCU and its quips as everyone else is at this point and I actually normally like snarky characters often but if Link talks in ironic quips all the time I would probably die because it doesn't fit him and  the Zelda franchise at all. (Also need I remind you we have gotten smarmy Link twice before and both times were awful)

-Given everything we know about it it feels like this film is going in a straightlaced, at least semi-serious, probably dark fantasy film. Which is fine by me but. 

-Someone said this film wouldn't be helped by a lot of easter eggs as the Mario movie was. I'm inclined to agree. But I still want to see the easter eggs because I'm drooling at what that could mean for Zelda. 

-On a related note I hope there are a lot of like. Genuine fans on the team of this movie. It seemed to help the Mario movie and maybe the second Sonic movie and in at least one instance the Detective Pikachu movie. If they get proper Zelda fans on board it could go a long way

-Please don't make it an isekai. It was fine for Mario because it's been in Mario lore before but again it doesn't fit Zelda. 

-Overall, again, I don't care if this movie is good or bad, just if it's INTERESTING. I want to either laugh with this movie or at it. I want the fandom to have fun with this. And I want to soak up the memes like a sponge.

[bear-of-varley]

Nintendo pull the trigger and go ahead with a live-action Zelda movie, who are your main cast (Link, Zelda, Ganon, etc.)

The problem is that I don't watch any movies or tv shows to know who is "it" rn. Illumination has a reputation for being really into the celebrity voice actor trope (blegh). I'm also going to assume illumination would play it safe and adapt something close to the original Loz. I don't really have high hopes with illumination tbh so I'm hoping either the rumors aren't true or they prove me wrong.

What is funny is that the consensus is Tom Holland for Link. I don't know enough about male actors, esp young ones all I know are him and Timothee Chalamet. The ideal casting is no one but come on, they're not gonna do that.

Uhh for Zelda, for some reason I think Carey Mulligan would be a good pick but I don't think she voice acts? I did see a joke about Zendaya doing it. I've never seen her act so maybe? Jennifer Lawrence? I don't know if British Zelda will be the norm though. There's some Zelda incarnations I can see having the British accent (oot, TP though oot is a master of disguise) and some who aren't (ww, skyward sword). If we're doing British who can do American, maybe Millie Bobby Brown.

Ganondorf...I'd kill for it to be Mark Hamill please be Mark Hamill but it won't be. They'll probably go for someone storied with an occasional dip into voice acting like Patrick Stewart.

Impa (assuming they're going for older): Helen Mirren or Meryl Streep. If you can't get them then Imelda Staunton. I rest my case.

Beedle: uhh what's his name? The dude who played the raccoon who did that movie with Lady Gaga? Bradley...Bradley Cooper! Yes, the stuff of nightmares. Or just hire Gru himself and get Steve Carell on it.

[marvellousimagines]

Fandoms and Masterlist

HERE is a masterlist with links to all of the imagines on the blog.

The current list of fandoms I can write for: (updated Oct 18, 2023 - added a video game.)

Marvel:

MCU films/Disney+ shows

Agents of SHIELD

Agent Carter

Netflix's Defenders series

The Runaways

Amazing Spider-Man (must specify Andrew Garfield's Peter, otherwise I'll default to Tom Holland)

X-Men/Deadpool films

2005's Fantastic Four

The Gifted

I am also a fan of the comics themselves, so feel free to ask about others, even if they aren’t in the movies or shows~

Some of the comics characters/teams I am familiar with: Young Avengers, Avengers Academy, White Tiger, New Mutants

Shows:

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Castle

Doctor Who (Doctors 9 and 10 and their companions, can wing 11)

Firefly (rusty on this one, but I should be able to get back into the swing of it by watching some clips)

Gargoyles

Grimm

Huntik: Secrets and Seekers

Once Upon a Time (only main series - I stopped watching around the Frozen arc, but I'm still a sucker for Captain Hook and the Mad Hatter especially.)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Netflix)

Stitchers

White Collar

The Witcher (Netflix show only)

Movies:

Birds of Prey/Harley Quinn

Disney (Various - ask)

Into the Woods

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hunger Games

Night at the Museum

Rise of the Guardians

Video Games:

Baldur’s Gate 3

Detroit: Become Human

Pokemon (games especially - Legends: Arceus has some PRETTY characters. I’ve played at least one game for each gen in the main series, as well as both Orre region games and several other spin-offs. For anime, I’m most familiar with the original Kanto arcs and Ruby/Sapphire)

Shapeshifting Detective

Telltale's The Walking Dead (No other TWD media)

Until Dawn

Anime/Manga:

Fruits Basket

Hana-Kimi

Inuyasha

Land of the Lustrous (anime only)

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Spy x Family

Other:

Oxventure (Web show)

Oxventure Blades in the Dark

Tamora Pierce's books

Things I can write for but have extra restrictions:

Shugo Chara - Due to the age of most of the cast, Ikuto is the only character I’ll write as romantic with the reader, otherwise I’ll only take platonic/family member requests.

Undertale/Deltarune - Sorry, no ‘boning’ the Skele-bros. I won’t write any Undertale/Deltarune smut, the most I’m comfortable with (for various reasons) is flirting and fluff.

Actors/Youtubers - My opinions regarding imagines about real people can be found here

Actors from the works in this list

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye 

TheRunawayGuys and friends (only platonic/meeting them imagines) 

Outside X-Box/Outside Xtra (Very iffy on anything more than platonic, though I’m totally fine with writing relationship stuff with their characters from Oxventure or Blades)

Things I can technically write but have particularly problematic creators so I’m hesitant to still include:

Five Nights at Freddy’s 

Harry Potter 

Even though Joss Whedon and David Cage are similarly problematic, I’ve not moved their works to this category because I personally feel that they’re far enough removed from their respective works that I’m still comfortable playing with their worlds and characters.

Particularly obscure stuff I can write that I don’t expect anyone to know, let alone request, but please do if you do know them. Or just talk to me/ask me about them if you’re a fan or curious about them.

+Anima (manga series) 

Forever (crime drama show that only got one season) 

Heaven’s Vault (video game) 

Millennium Snow (manga series) 

My Time at Portia (video game) 

Secret of the Tally (book series) 

Sentinels of the Multiverse (tabletop card game/video game with additional lore explained in podcast) 

Three Delivery (animated show that aired on Nicktoons Network) 

The Troop (obscure Nickelodeon show I got super into)

[anthrophile1-blog]

My blog has been pretty much exclusively used to interact with and occasionally create Stranger Things content, but one fandom I am even more obsessed with is The Legend of Zelda. With news of an upcoming Zelda live action film coming out, I’ve become a bit hyper focused on the Zeldaverse lately. While many fans are anxious about the film, particularly it being live action, I’m extremely optimistic about it. We have the filmmaking technology to bring fantastical worlds to life in live action film and with the amount of resources Nintendo is pouring into this project one thing is certain: it’s going to be a sensory spectacle rivaling anything else we have ever seen on screen.

There is one thing I am nervous about however: casting. Particularly of Link. He’s got to be one of the hardest characters to cast in all of fiction, and getting him wrong will ruin the movie for a lot of fans. I’ve been wracking my brain for an ideal pick, and it hasn’t been easy. The three options I have seen suggested the most are Tom Holland, Timmothy Chalamet, and Thomas Brodie-Sangster. While I wouldn’t be angry with any of these choices, there a few glaring problems:

1. They’re too old. Link has always, in every piece of official Zelda media, been portrayed as a child or a teenager. Even “adult Link” is only about 17. The only exception is maybe Tears of the Kingdom, where he is, at oldest, in his early 20’s (not counting his 100 year ageless nap in the resurrection chamber), and even there he looks rather young to be in his 20’s. By contrast, Holland is 27, Chalamet is 28, and Brodie-Sangster is 33. Each would have been ideal - 10 or 15 years ago.

2. They’re too established. With the exception of maybe Brodie-Sangster. If Holland or Chalamet played Link I simply wouldn’t see Link. I’d see Tom Holland or Timmothy Chalamet. It’s not their fault that they’re such tremendous talents that they’ve been cast in so many huge career defining roles, but their huge celebrity status would break the cinematic illusion for me.

I think Nintendo would agree, and I know they are taking utmost care with this IP, so I doubt we’re going to see the Chris-Prattization of the Zelda cast. So who do I think they should pick? The first person to come to mind for me is Walker Scobell, of Disney’s Percy Jackson reboot fame. In so many ways he’s just perfect. He’s young. He’s beautiful. He has a very expressive face, capable of conveying Link’s personality with relatively few words (and I do hope they maintain Link’s canonical strong-silent-type demeanor). He fits into the fantasy genre naturally and is capable of the athleticism would will be needed to play Link. The only problem is that he is… Percy Jackson. The starring role in one of the most popular young adult fandoms ever. Could his role as Percy Jackson have the same distracting effect as casting a Holland or Chalamet would have? Does Scobell even have the time for a project as big as The Legend of Zelda will inevitably be?

I’ve heard other great child actors names by fans who would fit the role well, namely Julian Crauser, Thomas Kuc, Mason Thames, and Kiefer o'Reilly (thank you Brian Seeker on YouTube for pointing out these tremendously talented young men), but I haven’t heard anyone mention my personal choice for the role. That’s probably because few people have ever heard of him. My number one pick for Link would be… drum roll please…

Henry Lawfull.

Henry Lawfull is a 17 year old actor who stares in the Netflix original holiday-fantasy film A Boy Called Christmas. If you haven’t seen it, it’s absolutely worth a watch.

He’s a great actor, he’s the right age, he’s a relatively unknown name in the industry, and most importantly, he just kind of looks like Link -

To drive the point home further, I asked Bing AI to imagine what Henry Lawfull would look like as Link, and that absolutely sold it for me:

Tell me what you think. Is this kid perfect for the role or do you just not see it? In any case, I hope this kid has a thriving career ♥️

[liberty-barnes]

Tom Holland and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Find Out Who Their “Heartbeat” Soulmate Is

Part 7 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: Tom and (Y/n) go on BuzzFeed to find out who their Heartbeat soulmate is. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh, cuteness? The difficulty in choosing song lyrics, tom holland calling (Y/n) pet names so watch out, tom gets (Y/n) grounded and that ends horribly for him

Word Count: 2.1k words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: I do actually have the entire plot to this movie in my mind but I’m decidedly Not Thinking About It because if I do, it’ll become a Thing and I don’t have the mental stability or posting regularity for that. I recommend you do the quiz first, personally, but you do as you please. DON'T HESITATE TO DO THE QUIZ AND REBLOG THIS WITH WHO YOU GOT I WANNA KNOW (I got William btw)

Also, in case you missed it, there are three bonus chapters added to this series, you can check them out on the masterlist or here:

BONUS 1 | BONUS 2 | BONUS 3

LINK TO THE QUIZ

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Click.

The image opens with Tom Holland and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting at a table in front of a red background. In front of them are two open laptops.

“Hello everyone! My name’s Tom Holland, I play Michael…"

He turns towards (Y/n).

“And I’m (Y/n), I play Helena, and we’re doing a quiz to find out who our Heartbeat soulmate is.”

She nods with a smile and turns towards Tom.

“So, before we start this, who would you like it to be if you could choose?”

He looks at her quizzically.

“Well, you, obviously.”

She purses her lips in thought.

“Yeah, I’m stuck between wanting it to be Helena or Queen Diane.”

He stares at her with his mouth open in shock.

“What? It’s Jennifer Aniston. She’s hot as fuck.”

“She’s also your character’s mother!”

She shrugs.

“That has very little relevance right now.”

The screen turns towards a picture of the poster, captioned with the words The cast of Heartbeat finds out which character is their soulmate.

“Okay, first question, How would your friends describe you? Loyal, rebellious, courageous, charismatic, determined, or compassionate?”

Tom tilts his head slightly to the side.

“Should we do this for each other? Like you put what I think fits you the most and vice-versa?”

She nods.

“Good thinking. I would 100% go with courageous for you. You do backflips. That’s insanely brave in my book.”

He smiles at her.

“Well, you’re the most determined person I know, so I’m saying that.”

They each click on the answers and move on to the next one.

“Question two, What would you rather be doing on a Saturday? Going out to an amusement park, going to a World War II museum, volunteering at a nearby shelter, hiking in a beautiful forest, doing some kind of creative project, or going to see the Swan Lake ballet? These are all very good choices…”

Tom immediately answers while (Y/n) takes a while longer to decide.

“I’m gonna go with hiking. If you do it with the right people, it can be really fun, and there are amazing views.”

She nods.

“I’m gonna arbitrarily decide that the nearby shelter is an animal shelter and choose that one cause I wanna play with puppies and kittens.”

Tom smiles fondly at her as she clicks on the answer.

“You’re adorable.”

“Focus on the quiz, not on my face.”

Tom rolls his eyes but reads the next question.

“What would a perfect gift from your soulmate be? A ticket to go skydiving together, a visit to a drive-through zoo, a giant trampoline, a day at a cat café, an annual pass to the theatre, or a pendant made out of a silver bullet? Oh man, you’re gonna have trouble with this one, aren’t you?”

(Y/n) bites at her nails nervously, eyes flitting between the different answers.

“BuzzFeed must hate me to make me choose between these.”

Tom snorts.

“Alright, well, I feel like going through a drive-through zoo. Maybe I can make friends with a lion, or something.”

(Y/n) side-eyes him.

“So long as I’m emotionally attached to you, you’re not allowed to go near things that could possibly be dangerous without appropriate protection and supervision.”

“And what would that be?”

“In this case? Me.”

“Fair enough.”

She turns back towards the screen of her computer and starts thinking out loud.

“Now the thing is, a day at a cat-café spent with my soulmate would be awesome cause, well… cats. But an annual pass to the theatre shows that they take what I love into consideration, and I love theatre. But then again, the pendant sounds nice cause I can play with it all the time and it’ll remind me of them…”

She nibbles on her lip, eyes flitting between the options.

“Alright, fuck it, I’m going with the cats.”

Tom smiles goofily at her.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I do, actually, got it from my Momma!”

“Ryan’s gonna be sad you didn’t say you got it from him.”

She pursed her lips.

“Well, yeah, but he also raised me not to tell lies, so… I figure I’d show him how well I can remember what he taught me!”

Tom pulls out his phone.

“Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Cut.

When they come back, they’re sitting further away from each other, while (Y/n) looks royally pissed off.

“Which of these would you rather wear? A sapphire ring, citrine bracelet, sunstone choker, aquamarine pendant, lapis lazuli earring, or jasper ring?”

Tom hums.

“I really like the way that choker looks, actually, and it’s not something I wear too often. I feel like being adventurous, let’s go with that!”

(Y/n) scoffs.

“I hope it lives up to its name and chokes you.”

Tom sighs.

“Princess…”

“Don’t princess me, Thomas Stanley Holland, you got me grounded!”

“It’s no big deal, it just means you won’t get dessert at your parents’ this Sunday.”

He might as well have slapped her across the face from how offended she looks.

“Not a big deal? Mom’s making pineapple mousse! You know how much I love that!”

“You can still get it some other time, it’s not like this is the only time she’s ever making it.”

(Y/n) looks at him with her eyes starting to glaze over, voice breaking.

“That’s not the point…”

Tom’s face immediately softens at that, rushing to hug her to him.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll fix it.”

Cut.

(Y/n) is seen sucking on a lollipop, visibly happier. They're now sitting glued together and (Y/n) periodically rests her head on Tom's shoulder.

“Alright, so you went with the choker, right? I really like the earrings, but the bracelet’s so pretty!”

Tom hums.

“The earrings match the suit you bought the other day.”

“Earrings it is. See, this is easy!”

Tom looks at his watch.

“Well, I mean, we’ve been here for about three hours and answered four- I’m gonna shut up now, yeah. Next question! What is the quality you search the most for in a partner? Understanding, loyalty, encouragement, intelligence, humour, or boldness?”

“Is there an ‘all of the above’ answer?”

Tom starts laughing.

“No, but it would make it easier, wouldn’t it? I think I’m gonna go for humour, it’s worked well for me so far.”

(Y/n) fights back a smile.

“You’re such a sap, oh my God. I’m going with understanding. Sometimes when I talk to people I feel like they can never understand what I actually mean, you know? I don’t think I could be in a relationship where the person doesn’t get me.”

Tom’s hand moves towards her chair. From the angle of the camera, we cannot be sure, but it seems that he’s rubbing her thigh in comfort.

“I’ll always understand you, darling, you know that, right?”

She turns to the side and lightly kisses his shoulder.

“Question number six. Which of these would you say apply the most to you? I can be insecure, I have trouble settling down, I can be manipulative to get what I want, I find it hard to be independent, I would sacrifice my happiness for the well-being of others, I tend to use humour to hide my real feelings.”

Tom stretches to the side, and presses I tend to use humour to hide my real feelings on (Y/n)’s computer.

“Hey!”

“It’s true!”

In retaliation, (Y/n) presses I would sacrifice my happiness for the well-being of others.

“And don’t argue, it’s just as true–if not more so than mine.”

They look at each other for a few seconds, seemingly arguing back and forth through their eyes only, before settling back.

“Alright, I’ll concede. Which of these colours is your favourite? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, or purple.”

“I call blue!”

“You can’t just call a colour, (Y/n).”

“I just did.”

He sighs in irritation.

“Fine, guess I’ll go with red, then.”

(Y/n) smiles happily, scrunching her nose, although the happiness fades from her face as soon as she sees the next question.

“Oh, God, not a song lyrics question. And what the fuck? You want me to choose between these? You got Walking in the Wind by One Direction, The Man by Taylor Swift, and Walls by Louis Tomlinson, it’s like you want me to fail!”

Tom smirks.

“Well, as you said before, I call Walls!”

(Y/n) looks at him with an affronted look on her face.

“You bitch.”

She looks back at the screen.

“The thing is, I deeply identify with The Man, cause feminism, and patriarchal society, and constantly being underestimated. But Walking in the Wind is such a beautiful song! It’s like, the perfect amount of feeling and scream-it-until-your-voice-breaks. Also, this specific line really makes me laugh. Just close your eyes and see. Idiots.”

She clicks that one.

“I just want to say that this was an impulsive decision that I will probably regret and un-regret twenty times in the next five minutes.”

Tom nods.

“Question nine, only two more. Choose a spirit animal. Wolf, hummingbird, cow, tiger, dog, and bison.”

He frowns at the screen.

“Not gonna lie, those are some pretty weird choices of animals.

(Y/n) immediately clicks on the wolf.

Tom goes for the dog.

“Ha! Your spirit animal is a weaker, domesticated version of mine.”

He opens his mouth to start arguing.

Cut.

“And last question before we find out who our soulmate is! Which character of Greek mythology would you rather be? Apollo, God of the sun, music, and dance, Hestia, Goddess of the hearth, Eusebeia, personified Spirit of loyalty and duty, Athena, Goddess of strategic war, Prometheus, the Rebel Titan, Midas, King of Phrygia. Well, you know I’m going for Athena!”

Tom nods.

“I wanna be Prometheus, he sounds like a cool lad. Also, he gave humans fire so, thanks!”

(Y/n) snorts.

“What a nerd.”

Cut.

“Oh hey, I got me!”

Tom smiles, happily reading the description.

“Your soulmate is...Michael, Captain of The Storm's Fear! Bold, outgoing, free at heart, every day will feel like an adventure with this handsome pirate Captain. A relationship with him is a constant adrenaline shot, travelling the world together is a must. He won't give up his freedom and may sometimes be overwhelmed by his fear of commitment, but don't be fooled by his aloof exterior: once he's got you, he won't let you go. Aw, that’s such a nice description!”

He turns towards (Y/n).

“You look happy! Who did you get?”

She smiles from ear to ear.

“I got the best possible answer.”

“You?”

“Nope, I got Jen’s!”

Tom’s face drops instantaneously.

“What?”

“Mm-hm. Your soulmate is...Diane, Queen of Elyksos! Generous, compassionate, always ready to help, Queen Diane is the Beauty with a heart of gold. Honest to a fault, when she compliments you, she means every word of it. Even though her people's well-being comes above all else, as long as you don't try to do something stupid like cause their poverty for your own gain *cough King Edmund cough*, she will love you completely and unconditionally. My soulmate’s Jennifer Anniston!”

He gapes at her.

“She’s your Mum!”

“Only in the movie!”

“And she’s like, thirty years older than you!”

“Yes, and?”

Tom shakes his head, defeated.

“For fuck’s sake…”

Cut.

“Alright, and that was all we had for you today! I hope you enjoyed us being tortured by a quiz. Don’t forget to watch Heartbeat, out in theatres on August 21st!”

“Bye, everyone! I’m off to take a ride on Captain Michael’s ship!”

Tom chokes on his own spit.”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: tom being mad that (Y/n) didn’t get him is peak comedy

tomynschild: “baby”, “darling”, “princess”, that’s it, i’m dead, i died

slutforreynolds: i love that (Y/n)’s a 23yo adult independent woman, and yet Ryan can still make Blake ground her to the point of actual tears

tomfuckinghotland: does anybody know why (Y/n) was crying? Like is there some deep meaning behind the pineapple mousse that i don’t know of?

steppingstonesholland reply to tomfuckinghotland: i think i read somewhere that it’s the first thing blake taught (Y/n) to cook and it’s been her favourite dessert ever since

tomfuckinghotland reply to steppingstonesholland: oh well great i’m crying now :’’’)

thereynoldsfamownsme: tbh those song answers would make me cry too, how can someone choose just one?

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to thereynoldsfamownsme: THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING, I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS ALONE

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Tom Holland Masterlist

THESE ARE NOT MINE! These are just fics that i really liked. Please check out the really talented authors of these fics. If there are any mistakes in this list (like links not working etc) Please let me know! Also recommendations are welcome!

WARNING: Some of these fics may be NSFW i tried to mark those with an *. But if i missed some please let me know!

- One too many times by @farfromparker

This isn’t the first time, and you can’t keep pretending everything is okay.

- Cellophane by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom comes right unexpectedly right when you’re about to leave him

- Give Me a Minute to Hold My Girl by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom can’t find you after a bad fight

- Sexy by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom has a problem when you get asked a sexist question

- Invisible by @americaswritings

The reader stays with Tom and his friends during quarantine. To protect her from media and fans, the reader can’t been seen in any social media posts. It leads to her feeling more and more lonely and isolated until she can’t take it anymore.

- Reckless by @vendettaparker

In a fit of jealousy, Tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions.

- I’ve Got You, Always by @t-lostinworlds

An interviewer asked you a topic that was off limits wich prompted into a panic attack, and tom decides to step in

- Hidden Agenda by @t-lostinworlds

You were planning on spending christmas alone but Tom presses that you spend it with him and his family. And he just so happen to “forget” to mention to them that you were just his best friend and not his girlfriend.

- Monthlies by @t-lostinworlds 

You tend to dissapear for a week every mont and Tom goes to find out why

- Clumsy by @t-lostinworlds

reader gets hurt during an event and Tom accidently reveals their secret relationship.

- The Choices We Make by @t-lostinworlds

Tom realises everything you and and everything he wasted. He realises that he needs to fight for you and that he cant lose you for good. But will he be able to make things right or  is it to late?

- Breathe by @waitimcomingtoo 

Where Tom and famous!reader gets swarmped by paparazzi and they hide together.

- Plank All Over Me - Autocomplete Interview Edition by @waitimcomingtoo

You and Tom do a WIRED autocomplete interview

- Plank All Over Me - Friendship Test Edition by @waitimcomingtoo

- Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition by @waitimcomingtoo

-  Unreal by @morizoras-cave

maybe one where the reader is friends/co-stars with Tom Holland and she dissociates a lot, and how Tom would bring her back/ground her back to reality.

- Trespasser by @morizoras-cave

tom holland x teen!costar!reader and jake gyllenhaal x teen!costar!reader (or just one of them lol) where they’re at the red carpet for the premiere of their new movie. suddenly, a fan sneaks onto the red carpet and inappropriately touches/attacks the reader. tom and jake are super pissed and get super protective over the reader. thank you!

-  Use Me* by @itsallyscorner

Omg after Tom showing off his thighs in that Jimmy Fallon interview, please please please could you write something about thigh riding him

- Exposed by @itsallyscorner

What is she’s a little mix member and a cast member of Spider-Man

-  Bring Me Back by @itsallyscorner

Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

- Overprotective by @trashinaglass

Y/n goes to dinner with Tom and his family, and she realizes she didn’t go alone

- .Hurt by @trashinaglass

Y/n gets hurt on set

- That Girl by @trashinaglass

Tom dates his celebrity crush

- Arguments by @trashinaglass

Can you do an imagine where you and Tom get in a fight, but you have a big argument the next day so you have to ride in a long car ride together and it’s pouring so you have to sleep in a hotel and you want to sleep in separate beds and he’s afraid he’s going to lose you

- Hands Off by @trashinaglass

Tom gets protective after paps are rough with y/n

- Sweet* by @hollandsangel

you’re too sweet to resist, even when tom knows he should

- Mr. Darcy by @cali-holland

While undercover at a school in New York, Tom falls for the pretty valedictorian and his partner for an English project.

-  how you get the girl - t.s.h by @sunshinehollandd 

tom befriends the girl who owns the flower shop nearby, and finds himself there more often than he should be

- Fainting by @yesitsmewhataboutit

what about when the reader faints due to her blood sugars and she never told the boys that she’s diabetic and they’re really worried about her

- Desperate* by @wazzupmrstark

the first time tom fucks you raw

- Sick by @wizkiddx

Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

- 3 hearts broken by @wizkiddx

an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

- Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling

tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

- Disguise  by @cherrycheridarling

during a promo interview for the new spider-man film, you and bbc radio one team up to pull a prank on your co-stars.

- "that was painfully sexist"  by @cherrycheridarling

at a panel for the new avenger's film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage.

- Misunderstanding by @parkers-gal 

hiiii! can i please get a Tom x Fem!Reader imagine where he and reader have started dating and Tom’s brothers are weary of her because they’re protective etc incase people use Tom but they don’t know she has an actor brother who she helps with his career? Like maybe Taron Egerton or someone idk.. and they overhear her on a phone call to a film crew and they think she’s interfering in Tom’s career but she’s actually on the phone helping her brother?

- Liar: Part 2 by @huntergatherercreator

You find out what Tom does for a living

-  DRUNK by @arvinsescape 

Tom takes care of his girl when she has a girl’s night out 

- Nightmare by @spiderboytotherescue 

bodyguard!tom where something really bad happens to you and that night you have a nightmare and woke up screaming and he’s there to calm you down

This was my first time making a masterlist so if there are some problems like links not working etc please let me know!

- taken for granted by @tomthesoftie

- (untitled) by @roseduroi 

and your brothers and your other parent are upset by what happened and they calm you down bc you’re in hysterics and you don’t want to see dom or Nikki (whichever one hit you) and are a little bit scared of them? And they feel so so horrible ab what happened and are in tears. you finally let them apologize and they hold you for a while and promise to never do it again. 

-  Oscars Over Birthdays by @let-me-luve-you

The day Tom gets fantastic news is the same day your family forgot about your birthday.

-  Tom Holland being annoying for 6 mins video by @astranva

In which a fan makes a compilation video of Tom annoying you in interviews for 6 minutes straight.

- (untitled) by @alyswritings 

since we're talking about tom holland, you could do one of toddler!sister x tom holland where he takes her to a marvel premiere (maybe nwh) and he has her in his arms and she falls asleep on his chest/shoulder while he's on interviews or something and all the fans go crazy because of how cute they are.

-  Don’t Be Clingy by @let-me-luve-you

Being Tom’s little sister means getting to go visit the Spider-Man set. You want to spend as much time with Tom as possible, but everyone else don’t think you should.

-  the perfect touch by @marvelouspeterparker

you’ve never really had an intimate relationship with anyone before, you’ve never really felt close to anyone either—literally. you rarely let people touch you but you secretly crave affection. what happens when you finally find the one person you want to touch you—tom.

-  cherry by @kelieah

May I request a Boss!Tom x Assistant!Reader like shes super shy and quiet but shes super fit so all her coworkers hit on her and tom gets jealous?

-  Attacked by @alyswritings

Y/N gets attacked on the red carpet.

- happy accident by @hollandsangel 

despite your differences you fall in love with him

-  Prince You’ve Been Gone by @heyhihellowhatsup0

When his life as a royal finally becomes too much of a living  nightmare, Prince Thomas of Kingston makes a plan to run away from his  controlling monarch. But he never thought he’d find his escape in you,  the girl from the coffee shop who he meets on his first night without  his crown. Except he hides who he truly is all while falling for your  true self.  

-  Mean Girlfriend by @alyswritings

Sam's girlfriend isn't as nice as she seems. (I know this one is not a Tom Holland fic but it still fits into the Tom Holland universe)

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Would You Rather?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom mentions his crush on you during an interview and you respond

Authors note: this was requested by anon who gave a generous donation to the BLM fund. Thank you!

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“Would you rather fight a horse sized duck or a duck sized horse?” Tom read off a card as he adjusted the collar on his blue jumpsuit.

“I don’t know what situation I’d be in where I’d have to fight either of these animals.” He started as he looked at the camera. “I feel like I’d rather fight duck sized horse because that’s pretty small. I could probably defeat that. But a horse sized duck could bite me, you know?”

The crew nodded in agreement and Tom moved on to the next question.

“Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak?” Tom scratched behind his head as he thought about it.

“I barely have the ability to read as it is.” He laughed. “I’m an actor, so I feel like I need the ability to speak.”

He dropped that card on the couch and picked up the next one.

“Would you rather have Captain Marvel or Black Cat as your girlfriend?” He smiled as he read.

“I don’t know if they mean as my girlfriend or as Spider-Man’s girlfriend but I without a doubt would pick Black Cat.” Tom said confidently. “I was so upset when they cast Y/n L/n as the Black Cat and didn’t connect her movie to the Spider-Man universe.”

“Why were you upset?” A crew member asked.

“Because I’m in love with Y/n.” Tom laughed like it was obvious. “I must’ve seen every movie of hers 100 times. Especially the Black Cat suit because she looked so freaking hot in that.”

“She really did.” A female lighting director nodded in agreement.

“Right? If Black Cat was Spider-Man’s girlfriend and Y/n was my girlfriend I’d be a very happy man.” Tom sighed dreamily and toyed with the card as he day dreamed about you.

That video went up a few days later and made the usual headlines. You were well aware of Tom as an actor but completely unaware of his crush on you. Your heart stopped that first time you saw the headline:

“Watch Tom Holland gush over his celebrity crush, Y/n L/n.”

And yes, you did watch.

You watched many times in fact. The part where he said he was in love with you was your personal favorite. After getting sent the video by all your friends and fans, you decided to do something about it.

“@tomholland1996 you look pretty hot in your suit as well. And out of the suit. And in regular clothes. Damn dude, you’re pretty hot.”

You posted the tweet with a devious smile and shut your phone off. Whatever the world had to say about it, they could wait until the next morning.

~

You were woken up early the next morning by your phone ringing. You wiped the sleep from your eyes but kept them shut as you held your phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You said groggily.

“Y/n? It’s your manager. I have some exciting news.” Your manager sounded giddy on the other side of the line.

“So exciting that you had to wake me up?” You laughed sleepily.

“I don’t know.” She humored you. “Do you think the Russo Brothers emailing me and asking you to come to set is exciting?”

You sat up quickly as your eyes flew open.

“What?” You shrieked in excitement.

“They said they’ve been rewriting the script for Infinity War for the past few weeks and it’s finally finished. They added a scene with the Black Cat.” She said in a sing song voice. Your breath hitched in your throat as the news flooded into your ears.

“You’re kidding.” You gasped.

“Nope. Can you drive down to set at 1? I sent you the address.” She told you.

“I’ll be there.” You nodded as a wide smile spread across your face. Your manager hung up and you threw down your phone.

“AHHHH.” You screamed in excitement and immediately got dressed. It was finally happening.

You were finally going to be in the MCU.

~

You arrived at the address promptly before 1 and were led to set by an assistant. The Russo Brothers met you by the trailers and introduced themselves.

“Great to meet you.” Joe shook your hand, then Anthony. “How much did your manager tell you?”

“Just that you added a scene with the Black Cat.” You nodded as you relayed all the information you had.

“Right. We decided to add the Black Cat to the MCU now that her character has been established in your solo movie.” Anthony explained. “We had to keep it a secret until now to keep it from getting leaked. We have big plans for your character, starting with this movie.”

You smiled gratefully at the two of them and nodded enthusiastically.

“Thank you so much for the opportunity. I’m so honored to be here. What are the plans?” You asked as you twisted your fingers nervously.

“For starters, meet your new boyfriend.” Joe chuckled and turned around and pointed.

“Boyfriend?” You asked and followed his finger.

“Tom, get over here.” He called. Your eyes widened when you realized what name he called and you looked up to see Tom jogging over to you.

“What’s up guys?” He looked at the Russo bothers before his eyes landed on you. His smile faded and he blinked a few times to register the sight in front of him.

“Hi.” His face flushed and he smiled shyly at you.

“Hi.” You smiled back, still not believing what was happening.

“I’m- I’m Tom.” He fumbled over his words as he held out his hand.

“I know.” You laughed softly as you shook his hand.

“Right, sorry.” He shook his head in embarrassment. “Whats uh, what’s she doing here?”

“Change of plans.” Anthony smirked as he handed you and Tom a few pages of the script.

“You’re giving me a script?” Tom asked in disbelief as he ran his fingers over the crisp white pages.

“Yes. Don’t make us regret it.” Joe said sternly.

“Yes sir.” Tom nodded eagerly and began to flip through it.

“Peter is going to get thrown by one of Thanos’s men and Black Cat is going to catch him.” Anthony began to explain. “She saw the spaceship, came to help, and winds up in space with Tony, Steven, and Peter.”

“That’s awesome.” Tom breathed. “This looks really cool.”

You were so wrapped up in the excitement of holding a real Marvel script that you had forgotten the brothers original statement.

“Hold on. You said he was my boyfriend.” You looked at Joe and Anthony skeptically.

“Boyfriend?” Tom perked up from his script and looked between the three of you. “Me boyfriend? To her? Please say yes. I’m fine either way it’s just, I would really like you to say yes right now.

“Yes Tom.” Joe laughed. “Right as they’re falling in love, poof.”

“Dust.” Anthony finished. You and Tom shared a look, evidently impressed.

“That’s brutal.” You remarked.

“It is.” Joe agreed. “Until they’re reunited in Endgame in a similar fashion to the way they met.”

“And the crowd goes wild.” Anthony said slowly. You got chills just thinking about it and smiled as you rubbed your arms.

“I like it.” You nodded and Tom bit back a smile.

“Me too.” He said softly. “I like it a lot.”

“Great.” Anthony rubbed his hands together. “Rehearsal starts tomorrow.”

The brothers walked away, leaving you and Tom alone with each other.

“They don’t play around over here. I just got cast and already I’m on set.” You chuckled and shyly looked at Tom. He was so much cuter in person, the camera didn’t do justice to his freckles. Tom nodded and gave you a half smile.

“Yeah, they’re pretty unorthodox over here. I’d tell you you’d get used to it, but I’d be lying.” Tom shook his head and gave you a once over. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I can’t believe you told the world I looked hot in my catsuit but never dmed me to ask for my number.” You shrugged easily and Toms jaw dropped at your boldness.

“In my defense, you are way too cool to be interested in me. At least I knew my place.” He shot back and you laughed.

“Didn’t you see my tweet last night?” You asked coyly as you raised an eyebrow.

“What tweet? The one about you calling me hot? The one that I sent to every single contact in my phone, including my dentist?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. “No, I don’t think I saw it.”

“Funny.” You folded your arms and gave him a sultry smile. “I never checked if you responded.”

“I’d rather if you didn’t. It wasn’t very smooth.” He admitted.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yes?” He looked at you.

“Would you rather continue talking in the middle of a crowded set or go somewhere secluded to run our lines?” You made a callback to his interview that started it all and he noticed.

“Run lines please. I need to quit while I’m ahead.” He eyed you with uncertainty as he thought about his words. “I was ahead, right?”

“Yeah.” You smirked and linked your arm through his. “You were ahead.”

~

“Kid, what are you doing here?” Tony asked as he craned his neck to see Peter.

“On a field trip to MOMAAAAAA.” Peter yelled as he was flung into the sky. He flew through the air like a rag doll until he landed in your arms. You breathed heavily, you in your masks and suits.

“Hey there.” You smirked at Peter as you held him bridal style.

“Hi, I’m Peter. You’re really pretty.” He said through heavy pants. “Can you pretend I didn’t just say that?”

“Hi Peter.” Your wine colored lips tugged into a smile. “Should you really be telling me your name? I could be dangerous.” You pouted as you set him down.

“Oh, right.” Peter got back on his feet and brushed off his suit. “In that case, I’m not Peter. I’m…Pedro.”

“Mm, Pedro. I like it.” You winked and saw one of Thanos’s minions coming at him from behind. “Watch out.”

You spun around and kicked the minion in the face before hooking your legs around his neck and knocking him to the ground. One swift punch to the throat knocked him unconscious. You stood up and waltzed back over to Peter as you dusted off your hands.

“Woah, where’d you learn to do that?” The eyes of Peters mask widened as you impressed him with your skills.

“A woman’s got to protect herself, right?” You shrugged and popped gum in your mouth before eyeing him up and down. “And apparently, I have to protect you too.”

“I’m totally fine with that.” Peter answered honestly. “Do you have a name?”

You wrapped your arms around Peters neck and blew a bubble with your gum.

“Black Cat.” You said once it popped. The sent of bubble gum filled Peters nostrils and his knees weakened.

“That explains the catsuit.” He gulped. “What, no tail?”

“Tails are so cliche.” You whined and stroked his covered cheek with your hand. “I’m a cat burglar, not a halloween costume.”

“If this is how you go out on a normal day, I’d love to see what you wear in Halloween.” Peter attempted time flirt back with the mysterious woman distracting him from his mission. You leaned forward, close enough that your lips were almost touching.

“I bet you would.” You whispered. You patted his cheek and turned away swiftly, whipping his face with your long gray ponytail. Peter let out a throaty groan as the scent of your perfume enveloped him. You walked around him in a circle, dragging your fingernail along his shoulders as you went.

“Since you know my name is Peter, it’s only fair you tell me yours.” He said as he turned his head to look at you. You paused, standing directly behind him.

“You really wanna know my name?” You challenged.

“That’s what I just said.” Peter sassed you. You smirked and took a step towards Peter so you were pressed against his back, gripping his waist tightly.

“Hardy.” You said right in his ear and he shivered. “Felicia Hardy. I’ve seen you around, Spiderman. You’re pretty good.”

You finished your circle and stood in front of him now. He was grateful for his mask, otherwise you could see just how red he had gone. His heart was racing out of his chest just from the look of you. The white fur cuffs and skintight black suit were making it impossible for him to focus.

“Just pretty good?” He questioned. “I’ve taken down a lot of bad guys.”

“Mm, but never me.” You taunted as you twirled your gray hair around your finger, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“You’re a bad guy?”

“Depends on your definition of bad guy.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and let your teeth drag. “Do you think I’m bad?”

“Depends on your definition of bad.” Peter straightened up.

“This has been fun.” You smirked and tossed your ponytail over your shoulder. Nice talking to you, Peter.”

“You too.” Peter smiled under his mask until a Boulder was flung your way. “Look out!”

Peter shot a web at you and pulled you flushed against his chest. He pulled you to the ground and rolled on top of you as the boulder went over your heads. It was your turn to be blushing as you stared at Peter in amazement.

“How did you-“

“Spidey senses.” He answered before you could finish your question. He could feel his body beginning to lift into the air with you following. “Oh no.”

“What’s happening?” You asked as you and Peter lifted into the air. You clutched him tightly to keep from falling and Peter held on to you for support.

“Mr Stark!” He yelled. “I’m being beamed up!”

“And cut!” Anthony yelled. The wires holding you and Tom up slowly lowered you back down until you were back on the ground. Tom rolled off of you and fell on his back, breathing heavily from the scene. He pulled his mask off and rested it on his tummy.

“Whew.” He panted and looked at you with a tired smile. “Great work.”

You smiled back at Tom, still flushing from the flirty scene. You had done that scene many times from rehearsal all the way to production, but never that well. Your heart usually stopped racing by now, but something about the way he was looking at you kept it in rhythm.

“You too.” You complimented him as you sat up. You helped each other up and pulled each other into a sweaty hug.

“That’s a wrap guys. Great work today.” Joe announced. “Before you leave, I have the official version of the script. This is what we’re going to be filming tomorrow. We couldn’t give it to you until now in case someone spoiled it.”

Joe glared at Tom as he handed out the final scripts.

“I hate it here.” Tom mumbled as his ability to keep secrets was once again under fire.

“Great, thank you.” You smiled at Joe before he walked away. Tom came over to you, hitting his rolled up script against his hand.

“Do you want to go over our lines for tomorrow?” Tom asked.

“Sure. I’ll meet you there after I drop off my costume.” You told him.

Twenty minutes later, your wig and costume were returned to the costume department. You wiped off your makeup and changed into comfortable clothes before heading to Tom’s. You let out a shaky breath as you walked towards his trailer. You’d been in there a hundred times since production began a few months ago, but today felt different. There was something in the air between you and Tom that neither of you could ignore. You knocked on his door and heard your heartbeat in your ears as you waited for him to open. Tom gave you a shy smile as he opened the door of his trailer door for you and stepped aside.

“Sorry, it’s a little messy.” He apologized as he shut the door behind him. You looked around at Toms trailer, noting the clothes hanging off the ceiling fan and the pictures of the two of you taped to his mirror. You walked over to the mirror and touched the picture with a light smile. It was a strip of picture taken in a photo booth a few weeks into production. The photos went from you and Tom smiling, to laughing, to you kissing his cheek, to him kissing your cheek as you laughed. You had spent your only day off together, hanging out a a fair until the sun was coming up. After getting stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel for 15 minutes and clinging to Tom every time it shook, you ran to the photo booth to immortalize the night. You had the exact same strip of photos on your dresser at home, but you never noticed that he displayed them so proudly.

“It’s very you in here.” You looked at him over your shoulder and shot him a smile.

“Thanks?” He bit his lip in confusion.

“Don’t worry. It was a compliment.” You said pointedly and walked back towards him. “Should we look at the script?” You suggested and he nodded.

“Yeah. Here, take a seat.” He sat on his bed and patted the spot next to you. You sat next to him and folded your legs, beginning to flip through the script.

“This looks the same as the last script.” You realized when you recognized the words. Tom flipped through his script and came to a halt when he read something unexpected.

“It’s not.” He said with a dry mouth.

“What’s different?” You looked up at him in confusion.

“There’s a kiss.” He looked you to and saw your face go pale.

“A kiss?” You stammered and went back to your script to find what he was talking about.

“Right here.” Peter held out his script and pointed to the part. “Felicia kisses Peter before she turns to dust.” He read.

“So this is what they didn’t want you spoiling.” You laughed nervously as you read the stage direction over and over.

“They might’ve made a good call on that one.” Tom chuckled softly. “I’m really tempted right now to post a picture of the script on twitter just to rub it in everyone’s face.”

You looked up from the script and gave him a fond smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said softly.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. “It’s not everyday you get cast opposite your celebrity crush.”

“How do you think I felt when I got cast as your girlfriend?” You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top.

“You...liked me?” Tom asked quietly. He didn’t let himself believe it, not wanting to get his hopes up.

“For a long time now.” You admitted. Production was about to end anyway. If he didn’t feel the same, there was nothing you could do about it, but at least he knew.

Tom blinked a few times as he registered what you said and smiled widely.

“I’m really glad I got to know you these past few months. You’re a lot cooler in person.” Tom said sincerely. “Honestly, I have no idea how I’m supposed to act beside you tomorrow knowing I have to kiss you.”

“Tom.” You said breathlessly at his words.

“I’m already a nervous wreck. My mind is in sicko mode right now. I can’t even read.” He put his script down and sighed.

“I think I might be able to calm you down.”

“How?” He wondered. He looked up at you for answers, but was met with a kiss. You tilted your head to the side and pressed your lips against his feeling his eyelashes brush your cheek as his eyes fluttered shut. Tom brought his hand to the side of your face for support and gently rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You smiled against his lips and sat up a little to get a better angle and kissed him deeply. You pulled away to catch your breath and rested your forehead against his. The only sound in the trailer was from your heavy breathing.

“You’re really smart.” He said quietly. “I feel significantly calmer.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You chuckled softly. Tom pulled away and took on of your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it.

“I have a question for you.” He said.

“Go for it.” You bit your bottom lip as you both spoke in hushed tones.

“Would you rather,” he began with a coy smile, “kiss me again or go on a date with me?”

“I can’t have both?” You pouted and a wicked flame ignited in Toms eyes. He hooked his pinky under your chin and moved your face towards his, leaning close enough that his lips brushed yours when he spoke.

“I think I can make an exception.” He whispered before kissing you again.

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Pro Bono 2/2 by Unusual_Raccoon

Fandom: Daredevil (TV), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Matt Murdock/Peter Parker

Characters: Matt Murdock, Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dark Matt Murdock, Manipulation, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub, Dom Matt Murdock, Sub Peter Parker, Barely Legal, Impact Play, Flogging, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Dildos, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Cheating, Minor Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Dubious Morality, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Canon-Typical Violence, Cock Rings, Asphyxiation, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Feminization, Consensual But Not Safe or Sane, Overstimulation

Word Count: 7.4K

Summary: *Takes place after the main events of NWH* Peter seeks out his lawyer once more, after losing everything and everyone, in desperate need of the services only Matt Murdock had been able to provide.

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First Chapter

He had gone from infamous to unrecognizable in the span of a few days. No one knew who Peter Parker was, and no one cared.

He’d lost everything, everything that had ever given him purpose: his aunt, his friends, his life.

The only thing he had left was the part of him that he couldn’t be rid of. No Stark tech, just him and his tingle. Spider-Man was still active in the city, the only person who cared was his boss at the Bugle.

He’d be lying if he said the loneliness wasn’t gnawing at him. Each day, he’d grope for his cellphone to send Ned a stupid meme, or shoot MJ a text, and each day he’d drop the device against his flimsy twin bed with a sigh. It was like waking from a nightmare that never ended.

It was a hell of his own making.

It was only fitting if he was living in hell that he’d run into the Devil.

The first time he met the man in black, it had been stopping what he thought was an attempted mugging.

A man had staggered into the anemic glow cast by a blinking street light. He’d been running when Peter vaulted to the street. His face was a pulpy mess of blood, shaking hands with crushed fingers clutched at Peter’s shoulders as he sobbed unintelligible pleas through broken teeth.

“Please, God.” The man cried as heat prickled down Peter’s nape as a hand pierced the flickering circle of light, dragging the man into the inky darkness surrounding them.

It was then that Peter had gotten a look at what that man - the crying, begging man that had pulled at his empathetic heartstrings - was running from.

It wasn’t some mugger.

His assailant was dressed in all black, a lattice of tightly bound rope was knotted around his fists and up his forearms. The coils of rope around his knuckles were stained red.

He remembered the figure, the one he’d seen months prior outside his window. His stomach churned as he watched the man in black sink into a crouch above his target. His head was tilted vaguely to the side.

“Help!” The prone man gurgled through missing teeth and a mouthful of blood, “Oh please, God!”

The Devil struck him once, hard, the man’s head jerked back to meet the pavement with a wet sound.

“You keep crying out to God, Hmm? Who do you think sent me?” The man in black rasped, voice trembling with rage, blinding and white-hot. Peter knew what that felt like. His bloody fist clutched at the front of the man’s shirt, holding him up, his other hand reared back like he was going to hit him again.

Peter’s stomach was twisted into knots. He blinked and his hand was curled around the other vigilante’s fist, blood saturating the palm of his suit.

“You’re gonna kill him,” Peter panted, grip unrelenting on other man’s wrist. The man in black let out a breath, sharp and labored. His chin touched the swell of his chest briefly as his masked head twitched to the side.

“His heart’s still beating.” The other vigilante informed, sounding vaguely resigned as he pushed his weight off the man, and Peter licked his lips behind the cover of his mask.

The Devil rifled through the man’s pockets, before pulling out a cellphone. The man tossed it to Peter, lips lifting into a smirk as he caught it, mid-flight.

“Dial 911.” He instructed, and Peter listened.

He deftly swiped to the emergency screen, bypassing any need for a passcode to dial 911. The knots in Peter’s stomach loosened as the line began to ring and he placed the phone down beside the unconscious man.

It was safe in the glow of the street light, but he was tempted to follow the chilling specter of a man into the inky darkness, senses screaming.

“What-” Peter paused, hearing the scuff of thick soled boot scrape against the street as the man in black stopped at the sound of his voice.

“What did he do that was so bad?” He asked finally.

“Mr. Ortiz works - worked, at a facility for the elderly. Trust me, kid. He earned everything he got.”

Peter stared at the listless shape of the man on the ground, bile and hate stinging at the back of his throat, as his mind unspooled in every atrocious direction. Observing the mess the other vigilante had made of him, feeling a surge of vindication lancing through him.

He glanced up, looking for the shape of the Devil in the dark, but came up empty.

--

The second time he ran into the Devil, Peter had dropped in on a drug bust that had migrated from Queens to the Kitchen.

He was watching from the roof when his tingle stung like the jagged clamp of teeth down his nape. A warning.

“You following me?” A husky voice asked and Peter nearly yelped when turned around to see the man in black lingering behind him on the rooftop. His mouth was pulled into a smug smirk.

“What? I - no. They,” He stammered, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, “They’re doing bad stuff, I was gonna stop ‘em.”

“Uh huh,” The other vigilante huffed, with that same smirk that made Peter’s knees feel gelatinous.

The creak of the rope flexing around the other man’s hands as he curled them into fists made a shiver bolt through him, spiraling hot like a corkscrew in his belly.

“How well can you see in the dark?” The Devil asked as he sauntered over the edge of the building overlooking the warehouse. His shoulder brushed Peter’s and the younger man quivered. The other man wasn’t that much taller than him, but there was something about him that seemed larger and more intimidating than Spider-Man could ever hope to be. He didn’t think he could slap the words, friendly, or neighborhood, on the man beside him.

“Fine.” Peter said with a shrug.

Peter knew some spiders had night vision, but as far as he was aware…he wasn’t one of them.

His tingle compensated, overworked and mapped the terrain in the darkness, guiding him through a haze of gunsmoke and bullets.

He’d fought alongside the Avengers before, yet there was something unbearably grounding about moving, fighting alongside the Devil.

The blinking of muzzle flashes shining through the dark spread over them like a spotlight, adrenaline was frothing in his veins.

Maybe it was his youth, the comfort of finally feeling his loneliness ebb while in the presence of another vigilante, his reliance on his tingle when swallowed up in the dark with the Devil, or plainly some unholy concoction of all three things that made him slip up.

Still, a breath clung to his throat as a swift hand, wrapped in ropes caught the oncoming blade of knife as it was sailing in Peter’s direction. Near enough to his face that his next breath split across the sharp edge of the knife.

He couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu that clouded his mind while he stared up at the other man.

There’s a lone moment that stretched eternally as the other vigilante paused in the dark, mouth parted, head tilted towards Peter as he lowered the hand holding the knife. There’s something searching in the subtle nuances of his darkly dressed body bending towards Peter.

Another one of the drug runners in the warehouse found the strength to aim a gun at them, and Peter primed his web-shooters preemptively, only for his accomplice to blindly hurl the knife he’d caught, in a clean arc over his shoulder. It knocked the weapon swiftly from their assailant's hand.

They dispatched the few remaining, and secured them for the police before climbing back up to the safety of the rooftop.

“Thanks for the assist,” The Devil called over his shoulder, his silhouette bracketed by the distant red glow of approaching police cars. The sight was hypnotizing.

“No problem.” Peter replied without thinking, he sounded too much like himself, but waved the notion aside - it wasn’t like anyone knew who Peter Parker was. Not even the Devil, he thought.

The man’s masked face tilted faintly, jaw flexing as he leaned subtly Peter’s direction. Peter spotted the bloom of red weeping through the neatly bound ropes across his hand. He quickly felt stupidly embarassed about the knife.

Their goodbye was about as brief as their hello and it wasn’t long until they went their separate ways.

It wasn’t until he was tucked into the safety of his shoddy apartment that he connected the dots. Mentally replacing the knife with a brick, and the sound of broken glass, swapping the Devil with his former lawyer…

The mere thought of Matt, of everything they had shared shook Peter’s crumbling foundation. The arousal that bolted through him, riding the adrenaline of the drug bust had Peter stripping down and scrambling into his narrow shower. He pressed his face wantonly against the tiles, ignoring the slippery glide of soap scum as he artlessly worked two fingers into his needy hole.

He spent the night thinking of his lawyer, and of the Devil dressed in black. Sometimes at the same time, his arousal-laden mind eventually blurred them into one person in his fantasy. Feeling the phantom sting of the Devil’s ropes and the weight of Matt’s cock. They occupied his mind, they made him forget.

He didn’t think of MJ. Not once.

--

There are some things that Matt couldn’t shake, some things that had become so integral to his new reality that they had become a part of him.

He knew he was born with the Devil in him, there was no contesting that.

But there’s something else, someone else that had crept beneath his skin. It wasn’t like before, like losing 5 years of his life in the blink of an eye.

Half of the world had died, and people hadn’t forgotten. But this, this was like something had been burned from his memory.

His senses still knew it, still craved it, that piece that was missing.

He ended up habitually on a rooftop in Queens that he didn’t recognize, studying the inhabitant of an apartment. His heartbeat was high, youthful, steady. His muscles were hard, durable, different.

He used abrasively cheap detergent on his clothes, the chemical perfume stung Matt’s nose from across the way. He stretched his soap by adding a splash of water to the bottle of body wash.

There was a patch of mold growing on the ceiling, beneath a few layers of paint.

Despite his terribly unremarkable life, there was something about the young man that drew him in.

It wasn’t until he met the other vigilante, Spider-Man, under the heat of a street lamp, the scent of watered-down soap and cheap detergent sneaking out from under the hand stitched fabric of his snug suit. Then it started to make sense, in a detached way.

The kid was a vigilante. A local one at that. The pieces fit together, but Matt was getting the sense that he wasn’t seeing the bigger picture; go figure.

He was still trying to make sense of things, when he showed up at his office the morning after he busted up a heroin ring, to find the kid, not Spider-Man, was waiting for him.

“Good morning,” Matt greeted as he tapped his cane against the door frame.

“I’m Matthew Murdock, one of the attorneys here at Nelson, Murdock & Paige - are you waiting for someone?”

The young man’s heart rate accelerated, he was nervous.

“You, actually…”

Matt craned his head to the side, pressure dissolving down his nape as a few vertebrae loosened and gave a satisfying pop. His hand found the edge of the door behind him, pulling it shut.

The kid’s heart was pounding faster.

“Of course, what did you say your name was again?”

--

Peter wasn’t sure there was a way to explain his situation without sounding crazy, and if there was, he certainly hadn’t found it. He unloaded, as much as he could, it was hard to cherry-pick his trauma.

He was sitting in Matt’s office, his knee bouncing frantically, trying to quell the bout of nervousness swelling in him.

Matt’s expression was hard to read behind the lenses of his glasses.

“I just want to be sure I’m understanding you, Mr. Parker-”

“-Peter.”

“Okay, Peter,” Matt breathed out his name and Peter could feel himself growing unbearably dizzy with want.

“You’re saying, I was previously your lawyer, but that I wouldn’t remember you, because…”

“It’s complicated, b-but,”

“Peter, are you currently in need of a lawyer or legal expertise?” Matt asked and Peter felt the dewy mist of tears gathering in his eyes. He’d taken the same bus over as he did before.

“Well, no, but-”

Matt let out a sigh, a long sort of sigh that sheared through Peter’s babbling. His calloused fingers reached up beneath his glasses to knead the spot between his eyes.

“Peter, I am sympathetic to the things you’re going through, I am - but, I’m going to give you the best counsel I can: talk to someone, someone qualified to listen, a priest, a therapist, anyone.”

Matt took a breath, head tilted and voice soft and fond and Peter wanted to melt into the sound of it. There was a spritz of cologne on his collar, it was masculine and heady and warm in Peter’s lungs. Matt was wearing a black tie, it looked pleasant against the dove gray of his shirt. Peter wanted to lose himself in those small details, lose himself in the other man until he could forget, forget his reality.

“-not much else I can do as your lawyer…”

The sound of Matt’s voice buzzed pleasantly in his head, felt comfortable alongside the sting of tears in his eyes.

Then Peter replied, “You weren’t just my lawyer…”

Matt’s posture straightened, his shoulders appeared tight beneath his suit jacket. His nostrils flared subtly.

“I, uh - I’m not sure what you mean.”

Peter watched Matt’s left hand start to shake like he was trying to wave something away. He curled it into a broad fist, his knuckles burned white, the skin turned bloodless highlighting every faint silver scar there.

“Y-you,” The word stalled in his throat with the realization that he could still walk back the truth, his infidelity could fade into obscurity if he let it…

“You were my teacher too, Mr. Murdock,” Peter sucked in a shaky breath, he could get up and leave, sweep the betrayal against a girlfriend that didn’t remember him under the rug, “you taught me about domination…”

“It was just one time,” Peter added, “But I learned a lot.”

Matt’s breathing turned shallow and hard, and Peter found himself sitting a little straighter in response. He was dizzy with fear and relief and so much want.

Practiced fingers, fingers that Peter intimately knew the feel of, deftly loosened the knot of Matt’s tie.

“I see…” Matt remarked, clicking his tongue in a self-depreciating way.

“Are you free this afternoon?” Matt asked expectantly.

Peter didn’t think about his schedule or responsibilities before answering, just dumbly spewed out the ugliest, most desperate ‘yes’ he could muster.

“Good,” Matt said, a muscle in his jaw twitching, “We need to talk.”

--

They talked over lunch, crammed into a quiet booth in the corner of a restaurant that made Peter’s pockets cry.

It was a nice place and the food felt like the first solid meal he’d had in months. They sat and talked, well, Peter explained and Matt listened.

“So, why come to me? You could’ve gone to anyone, you said you had a girlfriend, why not go to her?”

Peter poked a few fries around his plate, his cheeks had suddenly grown warm, he shrugged, “she didn’t remember me.”

Matt angled his head, a sharp smile on his lips, “Neither did I.”

“I didn’t want to mess up her life again,” Peter said, it was a reason, but not the reason. A convenient truth that even his blind lawyer could see through.

“That’s noble.” Matt remarked, but the compliment made Peter feel unpleasantly dirty.

“But you don’t mind messing up my life, hmm?” Matt asked after a moment, lips lifted in the same mean smile and Peter didn’t know what to do with the fear churning in his belly and the arousal sinking low in his hips.

“Well, no, sir-”

“Sir,” Matt echoed with a gravelly, indecent laugh that knocked the air from Peter’s lungs, “that’s cute. Not cute enough to make me forget the question though.”

“Do you, Peter Parker, want to mess up my life?” Matt asked again, sternly and the tone of voice, the accusation blended Peter’s brain to incoherence.

“No, of course not, Mr. Murdock.” Peter stammered, breathlessly.

“Then what do you want?” Matt asked, his breathing was heavy and his hands were braced on the lip of the table.

“I want you to-” He paused, cheeks hot, heart pounding, glancing around the restaurant. No one was looking at them, no one cared, yet that didn’t change how vulnerable he felt. Why was it so difficult to admit something he knew he wanted?

“Say it,” Matt instructed, “Say it,” he said again, his voice was softer, kinder.

“Want you to use me again.” Peter exhaled finally, palms damp and half-hard and delirious with relief.

Matt laid back against the cushion in the booth, oddly relaxed in comparison to how aggressive he’d been moments prior. He slapped a handsome smile on his face, gently catching the elbow of a waitress that was passing their table to ask for the check, all while Peter was recovering from the whiplash.

“Good,” Matt said with an approving nod that made stars dance at the corners of Peter’s vision. Matt’s glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose and the glimpse of those eyes, pretty molten crescents of mingling brown and green set his body ablaze.

“I want that too, Peter, believe me, but I needed to be sure we’re on the same page.”

Peter nodded, drunk on the buzz of excitement spitting through his veins.

“O-okay, um, when can we…” Peter’s voice trailed off, a mixture of meekness and giddiness.

Matt’s mouth curled into a devilish smile and Peter felt a prickle of heat sting his nape.

“Tonight, possibly, I-”

“-keep late hours, I know.”

Matt clicked his tongue, mouth quirked in a way that made the dimple hiding beneath the auburn scruff on his cheek more noticeable.

“Right,” He hummed, something in his voice seemed deliciously content.

Matt paid for lunch, after all not all of his clients were pro bono.

--

It was late. Late enough for most crime to be sleeping, late enough for Spider-Man to have made the rounds and for Peter to be sitting on Matt’s front step.

He knew he was setting his hopes fantastically high, given Mr. Murdock’s busy schedule, but still he couldn’t banish the curl of disappointment in his belly as his day had passed by without a word from Matt.

It was a drowsy sort of eventless night, it seemed even the Devil took nights off. A shiver bolted through him at the thought of that inky silhouette materializing out of darkness. Imagining that deep, toe-curling baritone cutting through his heightened senses.

Maybe he was being impatient, it was probably a test and he was definitely failing, but he was craving Matt, craving his pleasure and pain.

Peter pressed a few buttons until someone buzzed him up.

His stomach was fluttering and hot as he climbed the stairs to the top floor of the building. It hadn’t changed in the months since his first and last visit a few months back.

He arrived at Matt’s door, a cling of sweat shimmered between his shoulder blades. He lingered outside the door, deliberating over knocking and making his presence known, when he heard a muffled crash.

Panic surged through him - Matt’s for all of his gifts, was still blind, and Peter was petrified at the idea of him missing a step on the rooftop stairs - the stairs.

Peter hurried out of the building, tightening the sweatshirt he tied around his waist before scaling the side of the building in record time.

He was breathing hard, a near-constant tingle pulsing down his nape as he tested the handle of the rooftop entrance. It was open.

Peter rushed down the stairs, swallowed up in the darkness of Matt’s apartment.

“Mr. Murdock?” Peter called, panic bleeding into the sound of his voice.

At first there was nothing, then there was the scuff of thick soled boots against the hardwood. Then came the creak of weathered ropes around heavy fists.

His senses were screaming.

The billboard mounted outside of the apartment flooded the space with a flash of heat and light, bathing the shadow of a man dressed in black in a heavenly glow. Peter felt like two worlds were colliding; again.

There was blood on the Devil’s hands, staining the knotted rope around his knuckles and bile burned in his throat.

No, no. He thought they understood each other, they went after criminals. Matt wasn’t - he couldn’t hear Matt, he couldn’t see him.

Peter didn’t think, just reacted, slinging webs forward at the man in black. He moved with balletic grace, letting both volleys of the synthetic webbing hit the walls behind him.

A new advertisement filtered onto the billboard screen, filling the space in a glaze of red. It didn’t hide the sight of the other man’s face, the fabric of his mask clenched in one hand, stained wine red under the glow of the billboard. The light struck his eyes, that earthen mix of brown and green.

Oh. OH.

“You - you’re-” Peter slurred as he felt his vision dim. He wasn’t sure if he could faint, but metallic silver spots flashed across the inside of his eyelids as he stumbled back. His reflexes wouldn’t let him fall, and neither did the fist that deftly clutched the front of his shirt.

He was teetering between gravity and hand holding him upright.

When his eyes fluttered open his vision swam with the sight of Matt, there was a dried trickle of blood beneath his nose, a feathery soft auburn curl damp with sweat spilled over his forehead.

“The Devil, yeah. But you knew that already, didn’t you, Pete?” Matt rasped in that low baritone that made it all too real. The question dug into his mind, pulled it apart, kneading it into sticky sweet clumps that inevitably dissolved like cotton candy. Had he known? Surely, a piece of him must have. It felt too obvious in his brain then, too glaring to have possibly missed.

Suspended in that moment by the stern clench of Matt’s fist, he started to think back to the previous night, the delirium with which he pleasured himself thinking of the two men in his orbit: The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and Matt Murdock.

It’s too much, his senses were overclocked, synapses sizzling, while bathed in the light cast by the billboard.

A strangled sound was building in his throat, tears gathering in his eyes as he recalled the shadowy figure sitting outside of his old apartment; the night that he, the night that they -

The figure that sent his tingle screaming.

He surged forward hard, bridging the gap between him and the other vigilante. Their mouths collided and Peter tasted blood. He devolved into a frenzied creature at the taste of that sinful mouth, whining as a fist caged around his throat, steadying him.

Matt’s mouth was stained crimson, his breathing was ragged, hazel eyes hidden beneath the fan of full lashes.

The firm grip around Peter’s throat applied a bit more pressure, it had his toes tingling at the sensation.

He’s whining, squirming in the grip. A grateful sound escaped his wet mouth as he watched Matt bow closer, it’s an echo of the closeness they shared in that warehouse. This time, he didn’t stop. The ropes tied around Matt’s hands chafed hotly against his skin, the older vigilante’s grip around his jaw was unrelenting, holding him still. Peter’s mouth fell open at the silent suggestion of another kiss. The barest flick of Matt’s tongue across his lips had him scrambling.

“Please,” He whined, he wasn’t above begging, not for this, not for him.

Matt’s stubble scraped across his cheek and the ache left him buzzing, “Gonna be good for me?”

Peter’s certain he’s swooning, hands anchored on the coarse rope tied around Matt’s forearm.

“Yes, Sir.”

--

And he was. Good. So good.

Peter choked on a moan, each stroke of the flogger across his back was catharsis. A pain so raw that it erased everything else, before melting into pleasure.

The leather tails weren’t partial to his back either, no, inevitably they trailed glowing red welts across the lily white backs of his thighs too.

The stimulation was agony, his cock quivered between his thighs, leaking and fitted with a ring around the root of him.

Bliss frothed beneath his skin, he blinked through the tears clinging to his lashes as he watched an inky shadow blur into his vision. A sharp smile gleamed on the Devil’s face as he expertly snapped the flogger to the side , the crisp sound of the leather tails splitting the air made Peter tremble.

He staggered forward on the bed, desperate for more sensation, more hot strokes of agony to be painted across his skin.

A coarse hand of knots and blood cradled his cheek and Peter wept a pathetic sound as he leaned into the hand. The touch was fond before he was rewarded with the sting of a strike against his cheek, the beginnings of a bruise already blooming on his skin by the time he’s arching back into Matt’s hand.

“Christ,” Matt rasped out, voice above a gravelly whisper, full of awe and hunger and rage.

“I can take it,” Peter slurred of his own volition, feeling a thumb brush the tender skin that was starting to swell up from the blow Matt had doled out.

“I know you can, sweet boy,” The Devil purred, and his vision glittered in a flash of colors and vibrancy. His bound cock quivered between his thighs.

The blunt end of the flogger’s handle poked at the trembling muscle of Peter’s abdomen. The contrast of the cool leather and pressure as it dug into the untouched skin of his torso made him groan.

The leather tails spill over Matt’s forearm, occasionally tickling Peter’s skin. One skimmed a nipple as the blunt end dragged down his chest and fresh tears leaked from his eyes. A sticky sweet glob of pre-come clung to the head of Peter’s cock.

It’s a pleasant distraction, one that left him woefully unprepared for the stinging crack of the tails connecting across his chest. It struck his nipple like a bolt of lightning, searing hot and electrifying.

Peter’s world toppled when a firm hand urged him back on the bed, knotted rope scraping across the fresh marks inflicted across his chest. He whimpered, dizzy as he stared up at the ceiling, feeling his bound erection leak against his thigh.

It’s sticky and demeaning and delightful. His nape was glowing red-hot, it’s the only indicator that he had about Matt moving around the bed.

The wanton drizzle of pre-come fell prey to the pull of gravity as Peter laid prone on the mattress. The liquid arousal dribbled down the supple skin of his perineum, inevitably finding a home between his cheeks. The sensation triggered a wave of goosebumps and a twinge of self-awareness.

He felt more moisture drooling out of his tip following the same path. It clung between his cheeks and embarrassment seared the tips of his ears when he heard a coarse laugh echo in his empty head.

A hand knotted tight with rope delved between Peter’s thighs, ignoring the strain of his erection like it didn’t exist and the thought only made more want drip from him. The coarse knots scraped at the sensitive flesh between Peter’s cheeks and it hurt in the most pleasant way.

A finger probed at his hole, swirling through all the mess that slicked between his cheeks.

“Hmm, you’re all wet for me, sweet boy,” The words dripped sinfully from the Devil’s lips, they’re insulting and emasculating and euphoric.

He whined an ugly, pathetic sound high in the back of his throat. Because, if there was ever a man to get wet over, it was definitely the one looming over him.

A finger shallowly dipped into him, the other hand roughly kneading the muscle of Peter’s chest that’s marked with the sting of the flogger - he played with it like a breast.

The finger pulled out of him, leaving Peter’s hungry hole desperate for more.

“Peter,” The sound of his name in that voice dragged him into a hazy focus, blinking through bleary eyes,“there ya go, honey.”

Matt tweaked one of Peter’s nipples, hushing the soft cries that drifted up from the young man. It’s a lazy, scorching twist that rasped back and forth over the stiff nub.

“Last time we were together, did I claim you?”

Peter wanted to push Matt’s hand away and simultaneously pull it closer, he shook his head instead.

“Just my mouth.”

His answer earned a sharp tug on the bud the Devil was brutalizing, and a low, menacing growl that had Peter arching into the cruel caress of his fingers.

Even in his dazed state, Peter knew what was coming next.

“What color are we at, Pete?” Matt asked, like it wasn’t obvious, Peter wasn’t dissolving with pleasure and want - salivating for more.

“So fucking green,” He slurred thoughtlessly, moaning at the crushing grip that subsequently locked around his jaw.

He watched the man’s silhouette lean over the bed and knew it was the Devil holding him. Those hollow hazel eyes turned molten, even when cast low.

“Watch your mouth,” The Devil warned, full lips curled back over his teeth in a cutting smile.

“Sue me,” Peter said amidst a deliriously detached giggle, cold shooting through him at the heated sound of the Devil’s laughter.

“I’ll do ya one better, kid.”

--

His smart mouth earned Peter the length of Matt’s belt looped around his throat, a firm hand tugging until leather dug into his skin, his vision dimmed with silvery spots.

Matt maintained that dizzying pressure as he eased the bloated tip of his cock into Peter’s whorish hole, wet with his own want like a slippery cunt begging to be bred.

His entrance clenched around the blunt tip, earnestly working to pull the heavy weight of Matt’s length deeper.

“Beg for it,” The Devil instructed, hips perfectly still despite the way Peter’s hole fluttered enticingly around the tip.

He wheezed out a mangled mess of pleading, plenty of ‘Sir’s and even more apologies and groveling that inevitably turned into crying.

“Thought you were gonna be good for me, Pete,” Matt whispered, damp breath stinging the cross-hatched welts on Peter’s back. His hips started to canter back, mindlessly trying to fuck himself on the Devil’s cock.

The belt was pulled tighter and he fell still.

“‘M a good boy, Sir-” Peter babbled.

“Are you, Pete? Are you a good boy?” The question managed to tear his pulverized mind asunder. It was agony, stinging sharper than any physical wound could ever hope to.

“Good boys don’t talk back to their Daddies.” Matt hummed, letting his grip on the belt go slack. Peter felt guilt writhe in his stomach, his chest ached and his throat stung with bile. He wanted so terribly to be good.

Peter couldn’t remember his own father. There was the blurry memory of a grainy photo in a family album that May had showed him once. The designation only made him feel worse, like he had disappointed the only male authority figure in his miserable little life. It ate at him.

“Won’t do it again,” He hiccuped, his voice felt small and juvenile.

“M’sorry...Daddy.”

Matt’s breathing hitched, tightening as it whistled past Peter’s ear.

“I know you are, sweet boy. Now you’re gonna lay there and take Daddy’s cock - quietly.”

Sensation glittered up Peter’s spine, colors danced in his vision as Matt wedged the length of his belt between Peter’s teeth. He bit down on the leather as he melted against the mattress, rear held up in offering.

And the Devil took the offering without hesitation.

--

Matt had no point of comparison, no past memory to draw from when he sank into the velvety heat of the boy pressed beneath him. Just gritted his teeth as the feeling gripped him.

But it was divinity. The sensation of his body clamped tight around Matt’s cock, hot and silken, drawing him deep. It was a pleasure he never wanted to go without. He thought back to every night he spent sitting outside of Peter’s apartment, sitting, aching, wondering about the boy inside…

Even blind, his hindsight was acute and he suddenly fantasized wildly about having broken through one of the windows to take what Peter was willingly giving now. His hips surged forward at the salacious imagining spinning through his mind. He pictured the boy crying, much like he was currently. Babbling into the sheets.

He briefly mourned the lack of recognition. His inability to recall whatever delicious torment they had shared before.

The feeling came and went, swept away beneath the rush of it all. The sound of hearing Peter trying to muffle his pathetic little sobs into the leather of Matt’s belt was euphoric.

He was trying so hard to be quiet. To be good. And that was the irony of it all, the little spider was so eager to please, that he never realized how perfect he actually was.

A groan worked in Matt’s chest, steamy and sweltering at the broken sound of Peter’s voice calling him Daddy, rang out through his mind.

Matt maintained a smarting grip on the back of the boy’s neck, pressing his face into the mattress as he sank into Peter’s elastic heat.

The pressure, the punishment was all steadfast, Matt didn’t let up and Peter didn’t want him to.

Sweat gathered between Matt’s shoulders, clinging beneath the layer of his clothes - the only thing he wasn’t wearing was his mask. Matt knew it excited Peter in ways he couldn’t articulate. Being taken by the Devil, being used by him.

He seized him hard by the hip, feeling the dense musculature beneath the knotted rope on his hands. Matt eased the wet length of his cock out of Peter’s hole, hearing the frantic little sounds he began choking into the leather between his teeth. That snug, velvety hole fluttered and flexed, trying to suck him back in.

“Turn over for Daddy, sweet boy.” Matt instructed, and Peter, despite his cries, listened.

His stomach was quivering and he sounded swollen and congested from all his crying, he spread his thighs in offering. The heat radiating off of Peter’s untouched cock was sweltering.

“There you are,” Matt rasped with a cold chuckle and a tilted head, a knotted palm burning across his oversensitized skin. He paid special attention to the raised, warm flesh of the welts he’d left on the boy’s skin.

He curled a hand around Peter’s calf, using his leg for leverage as he eased back between his open thighs. Peter’s body parted around him with ease, happily drawing him back into the enticing heat.

The boy hiccuped a flustered sound and Matt knew he had passed being overwhelmed long ago.

He hitched his hips high so he could drill down on the swollen little tucked away gland buried deep inside. Each harsh glide inside the boy’s snug hole ground that tender spot to dust. He was relentless in his abuse.

Peter still obediently clenched the belt between his teeth, drool dripped down his chin and towards his ears at the new angle with his head arched back.

Matt grinned at the spectacle of it all. Running his tongue over his bared teeth at the way the boy’s hole fluttered hungrily around him.

“Touch yourself,” Matt instructed, hearing the whine that Peter wheezed through the belt, wet and aching.

Peter hesitated and Matt ground the head of his cock against the boy’s prostate, smelling the sticky scent of his limp cock drool more pre-come. Lithe body arching on the bed, silk sheets clung to his back.

“Show Daddy how you play with that pretty clit.” It was emasculating and cruel and made Peter’s hole spasm around him.

Peter choked on a panicked sound, lashes clumped with tears fluttered to gaze up at Matt. He could feel the humiliated heat of the boy’s blush as a shaking hand inevitably dipped between his pale thighs.

Peter keened a musical sound that made Matt’s balls tense, as the young man brushed the heel of his palm against the flushed, limp length of his cock.

“Hurts,” Peter slurred through the belt, his shaking hand still dutifully stroking his member.

“I know it does, sweet boy, but you can take it, can’t you?” Matt crooned, he knew he was right.

And so Peter listened, because he really was a good boy

Matt leveraged his body a bit, settling heavily between Peter’s spread thighs before drilling into the boy’s slick heat. He’s lost in the sensation, sweat gathering like steam on his skin. After a night of vigilantism, he’s more taxed than usual and Peter - oh, Peter had his composure slipping.

Every cry and whine and pathetic little plea shoved him closer toward his release. He wanted to fill Peter more than anything, he wanted to be able to smell the scent of that pretty hole filled with his come. Between each thrust he tried to scrabble through stolen memories to recall their first time together. It was a fruitless endeavor and Matt settled to make this one simply unforgettable.

His hips hammered forward unflinchingly, stabbing his thick cock into his listless lover’s entrance. Warm, elastic muscles conformed to him like a glove.

Heat coiled tighter in his stomach with each harsh thrust forward and every titillating pull out.

A guttural sound swelled in Matt’s throat as he bore his weight down on Peter’s damp skin. He felt the vibration of Peter’s need purred slovenly against the Devil’s clothes. Hands covered in knotted rope tore at the sheets as Matt surged into Peter with as much ferocity as he could muster. A tender little hand fumbled between them, rubbing fiendishly at Peter’s soft member.

Matt came with a groan, spilling a hot torrent of his spend into the quivering little vigilante beneath him. The sensation of Peter’s overworked body clenching through his first orgasm around him, pushed Matt into the tingling region of overstimulation.

It was a gorgeous agony.

Peter’s second orgasm however, was far more pain than pleasure.

Matt groaned as Peter’s muscles clamped down in delirium, the warm spread of his release saturated Matt’s shirt.

The pressure wrung out another hot splash of come, dribbling down with the excess pumped into Peter’s hole, to stain the sheets. It was sloppy and divine.

“Took me so well, baby,” Matt purred against Peter’s sweat-slicked temple. His muscles were still drawn snug around Matt’s cock, intermittently milking his cock with fluttering squeezes. Heat surged down his nape as he gave gentle stuttering thrusts into Peter.

“But, sweet boy, you gotta relax for me.”

--

Relax. Relax.

It sounded so simple. Matt made everything sound so simple. Peter thought he was relaxed, his whole body felt liquetus, shimmering and shapeless beneath his skin. Like the press of something sharp would have his whole being spilling out to saturate the sheets.

He was so relaxed.

He was staring at a spot on Matt’s ceiling, a little crook that looked cozy. He wanted to web up that corner and sleep - he wanted to drag Matt into the corner of the ceiling with him and sleep - sleep like he hadn’t slept in months.

It wasn’t until he sucked in a breath, muscles coiling tight, an overworked breath wafted over his ears.

“Oh. Oh god.” Peter slurred, feeling his toes tingle, still stuffed up with Matt’s cock and his come.

He felt a hand wrapped in a tangle of ropes beginning to knead soft circles into the sinew of Peter’s hip. The motion was soothing, and before long, Peter felt the coil of tension in his stomach seizing his muscles, dissipate.

Matt let out a breath, and Peter felt achingly empty after a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Peter added, he thought his cheeks might’ve burned with embarrassment if he had the energy to sustain it.

“Don’t be,” Matt called back, breathlessly.

“I just need a minute,” Peter huffed drowsily, trying to stave off the sinking feeling threatening to pull him deeper into the tangle of silk sheets and through the mattress.

He laid there, eyeing the cozy spot on the ceiling through heavy lids, body still buzzing pleasantly.

The sudden sound of the shower running ripped Peter from his middling stupor. He sat up sharply, his chest was heaving and his healing welts smarted down his back and thighs. He recalled his last time in this room, the smolder of Matt’s come in his stomach, the splash of cold sink water on his skin. He knew he was overstaying his welcome.

His gaze lifted to the doorway of the bathroom, his mouth fell open at the sight of his lawyer lingering there. Matt was meticulously working the knotted ropes off of his hands, letting them flutter to the ground when he worked them off.

His boots were next and Peter watched his broad fingertips braced against the doorway for balance.

“I’ll go in a just a sec, Mr. Murdock.” Peter called, wincing as he tried to will feeling back into his legs.

Matt chuckled, the unguarded expanse of his hazel eyes squinted with a smile.

“Go where?” Matt asked, bracing a forearm against the doorframe, the fabric of the Devil’s clothes adhering strictly to the breadth of his chest and shoulders, and the bulge of his biceps.

Peter thought it was obvious where he was planning on going - home, even if the idea seemed grim in his current state.

Matt’s head jerked faintly to one side, his smile twitched and his eyes darkened.

“Peter,” He breathed and it sounded unbearably disapproving, “Did you really think I’d let you leave after what I put you through?”

The underlying question rang in his head, “Did you want me to?”

The longer he thought about it, the kinder it seemed. Matt wouldn’t kick him out onto the streets, sloppy and used - not this time.

“You can spend the night here,” Matt said gently, though it seemed like far from a suggestion, “Besides, the heater in your apartment doesn’t work anyway.”

Peter watched Matt’s broad back disappear through the doorway, a funny corkscrew tingle in his belly when he asked, “How do you-”

And Matt answered, with a curl of amusement in his voice, “You know, how I know, Peter.”

--

They showered. Peter smelled like Matt’s products, some faintly scented shampoo in his hair, sort of minty.

Matt had scrubbed him clean, it was almost jarring to imagine the same scarred hands that knocked out that man’s teeth or caught a knife mid-air could be capable of being gentle, but they were.

When Peter exited the bathroom, redressed in clothes that didn’t fit quite right, he nearly expected to see Matt’s bed flawlessly made, toys hidden from sight, just like before. This time he glimpsed the bare expanse of Matt’s back in the darkness, yellowing bruises dotting his skin, and old smooth scars. There was something so disarmingly vulnerable, Peter nearly tore his eyes away.

Matt turned to face him with earnest hazel eyes and more scars, more humanity criss-crossing his skin.

Peter’s tingle was tingling as he soaked up the sight of Matt’s skin, every curve of hard muscle and scarred skin. He wanted to commit every inch of him to memory.

He eyed the bed, the fluffed pillows and covers pulled back exposing the enticing silk sheets.

There’s auburn hair still damp from the shower, spilled over Matt’s forehead in feathery strokes. Matt’s sweatpants sit low enough on his hips for Peter to know he isn’t wearing anything underneath and the knowledge made his heart beat faster.

The corner of Matt’s mouth lifts up in a devilish smirk.

“How long until you start your first semester?”

It felt like whiplash that burned the back of Peter’s neck. Eyelids fluttering, struggling  to think logically for once in his life.

“3 months.” Peter said finally.

“3 months,” Matt echoed with a nod, the curve of his smile grew steeper, the hair on Peter’s arms stood on end.

“Sounds good to me.”

Peter couldn’t have agreed more.

[fictionalnormalcy]

Excuse me, excuse me, but where the hell is the sequel to The Sorcerer’s Apprentice!?

I am seriously asking y’all. If there’s any sequel I need, it’s for that movie! It literally ended with Horvath escaping, with the staff powered with three different sorcerer’s rings including his own! The ending was left open-ended.

And let me tell you, I watched it today (because I needed to do research for a fic), and guys I dunno if ya knew this, I certainly didn’t, and I’ve seen this movie a near hundred times. THERE’S AN EXTRA SCENE AT THE END OF THE CREDITS!!!

It’s less than a minute, there’s no dialogue, but it is so impacting. I’ll link it so y’all can see it, and even if you already knew of it, hey you can watch it again 😉

End Credit Scene

What happens in the clip is that you see the hat which Mickey uses in the Fantasia short of “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”. It’s in a display case. The camera continues shifting down the line, where you see a skull on top of a typewriter, then a bowler hat sitting on top of the table. You see a hand which holds a ring pick up a hat, and presumably the wearer place it on their head. Then as they walk out of the frame, you see that in a hand they hold a staff.

As said before, there is serious room for one! A threat like Horvath is out there, and I seriously guarantee you he’d be out for revenge.

I can even bet that if this movie was believed worthy of one, the original cast would come back. Alfred Molina lately has been reprising his previous roles, like voicing Professor Knight in Monsters at Work, and even coming back to be Doc Ock in Tom Holland’s Spiderman, the third movie of No Way Home.

Although I do have some hesitation about Jay Baruchel. I think in specificity of one comedy show of his I was able to find on YouTube, and how he was having a voiceover with himself. His internal voice having told him not to have done The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, and himself audibly responding that it made money... in Italy.

Maybe he just said that for the show and honestly did have an honest opinion... or at least I hope he does. I myself entirely love him in that movie.

It just, of all the sequels and live-actions Disney is taking upon, they have a viable option sitting right in front of them. An intriguing plot purposely open-ended, and based off a marvelous short from Fantasia.

Disney please, make a sequel!

[redrascal1]

I’ve been on a number of fan forums over the years...but I’ve never seen any ‘relationship’ that has divided people’s opinions as much as ‘reylo’.

Some love it. Some hate it. But what really saddens me....are the reasons some people hate both it, and also Kylo Ren. And the fans of both.

People have ‘shipped’ for years, and frankly, I find it harmless. It’s fantasy, a source of escapism that can be invaluable in these troubling times. But the reylo fandom in particular has been singled out for contempt....and not just from ‘fan forums’, but by major articles written by ‘professionals’, such as the Mary Sue. I’ve posted links to the articles, so people can see for themselves.

There are two major complaints people have with ‘reylo’....one group finds it racist, the other finds it ‘toxic’.

Let’s look at both of them.

First of all, the ‘complaints of racism’. This boils down to Finn/Rey fans who desperately wanted a romance between the two.

That’s perfectly fine. We are allowed to ‘ship’ what we like. I shipped Lokane for years. I even ‘shipped’ Tony Stark/Loki! it’s harmless. People are entitled to ‘ship’ whomever they please. 

But...are they really being fair by accusing those who ship Rey/Kylo ...of being white supremacists?

I find this both unfair and frankly, worrying. Finn was originally meant to be a white character..Tom Hollander was in the running to play him, as I’ve pointed out here before. And he was meant to be a supporting character...NOT leading man. The ‘leading man’ was meant to be a woman - Rey. DLF wanted a female protagonist from the start. By giving the role of Finn to a black actor, but not giving him the leading role, was definitely not racism on DLF’s part. Remember, the PT and OT films had black actors...and Rogue 1 featured a cast who were mostly POC. 

People who ‘ship’ reylo do it because we saw a strong sexual chemistry between Rey and Kylo....not because we prefer the ‘white girl’ to be with a ‘white guy’. Heck, many of us are themselves POC. Finn and Rey, to me and other reylos, seemed more like  good pals, their chemistry that of a brother/sister. But, even though the ST has wrapped and no one ‘got’ Rey (apart from two ghosts and a droid) reylos are still being castigated. We got nothing at the end of TROS. The ‘kiss’ was a farce; Abrams, Daisy, and TROS novelist Rae Carson have insisted it was simply a sign of ‘gratitude’ from Rey. Our heroine never mourned Ben Solo, or even bothered to tell her friends what he’d done. Finn/Rey fans can always look forward to a possible TV series, live action or animated, or a comic book series. Daisy has said she’d return if ‘she could work with John and Oscar again’, so that isn’t an impossibility. For we reylos, and Ben Solo fans, the ending of the ST was not so much a slap in the face........but a debilitating blow.

Yet we are still accused of racism, of bullying John Boyega on SM, of ‘pushing him aside’ for Adam...and sadly, much of this is down to John Boyega claiming he was ‘hard done by’, plus ADF and Abrams announcing - after the sequels were wrapped, of course, that they too had wanted Finn/Rey and DLF had stopped them. They forget that Daisy herself stated post TFA  that Finn and Rey were ‘just good friends’.

They also conveniently forget that there was an inter racial relationship in the ST...Finn/Rose. Loan Tran was treated like dirt by Abrams and Boyega; I often wonder what this classy and dignified lady privately thinks of Boyega’s belly aching when she herself was so badly treated. Shame on them.

I wonder if there would have been as much of a furore over reylo if Tom Hollander had played Finn? I think we all know the answer.

And now...’reylo is toxic.’

Kylo Ren is an ‘abuser of women.’

Excuse me?

When did he ‘abuse’ Rey?

Oh, that’s right....he ‘abused and assaulted her’ when he tried to invade her mind.

But...Rey then invaded his mind - and did a lot more damage than he did.

Ah...but it’s allowable when it’s a woman. When John Crichton first met Aeryn Sun in Farscape, she beat the crap out of him. But hey - Aeryn’s female, so these two are allowed a sizzling enemies to lovers romance...because the woman’s on top, see? And, ‘big bad Kylo’ threw Rey against a tree.

Um...she was going to shoot him, after all.

And he should have allowed her too, because ‘she’s the good girl’.

Then he fought Finn and wounded him.

But...Finn was armed, wasn’t he?

Yes, but Kylo should have let him kill him, because Finn’s the ‘good guy’.

Rey beat Kylo and left him badly scarred. Even when she didn’t have to.

But... REY’S GOOD!

But that isn’t the Jedi way.

It doesn’t matter if it isn’t the Jedi way... REY’S GOOD.  AND SHE’S A GIRL!

Then the follow ups..what Kylo does to Rey:

Saves her from being killed by Snoke - he actually kills him for her

Fights back to back with her against his own people. 

Offers her a position as his queen.

But..but...he psychologically abused her by saying she was a ‘nobody’. 

He then said ‘not to me’, it was a pitiful attempt by a broken young man who himself had been abused for years to show how much he needed her ...more than she needed him.

BUT REY’S A GIRL! YOU CAN’T SAY THAT....TO A GIRL!!!

Sigh....

He told Luke he’d destroy her. But Luke saw straight through him. He was hurt, and felt betrayed and angry.

IT DOESN’T MATTER...HOW DARE HE SAY THAT TO A GIRL!!!!!

And finally...TROS. I think enough’s been said about that one.

In a nutshell, Rey also repeatedly attacked Kylo when he was unarmed, almost killed him twice...and before anyone says that he was attempting to run her down in his TIE, remember he could easily have shot her...and essentially abused him far more than he abused her. 

But she gets away with it BECAUSE SHE’S A GIRL!!!!

To finally sum up...those of us who loved reylo, Kylo and Ben were essentially destroyed by TROS, Abrams, Terrio and DLF themselves...while Finn fans, Rey fans and FinnRey shippers...got exactly what they wanted. But this isn’t enough for them. They continue to hassle us, condemn us, and jeer us ...when they won. 

My one comfort is 82% of the ‘general audience’ favoured Kylo over ALL of the others. So, apart from ‘professionally woke’ commentators and petulant forum members, we seem to be in the majority, even if we did lose.

Oh, and one more thing...those who accuse fictional reylo as ‘toxic’ while fiercely supporting JB’s ‘pipe’ comments disgust me.

Today’s society is a world filled with double standards and hypocrisy...and it’s now bled into popular entertainment. What a shame.

We aren’t allowed any form of escapism these days..without offending someone.

Long rant, sorry!:)

[rae-is-typing]

Masterlist- Avengers Cast

Anything For You

Description: You’re struggling. Between school and the movie making process, your blood is made of stress and the only way you can get any sort of rest is by taking sleeping pills. One night, you take too many.

Pairings: Avengers cast x Teen!Reader, Chris Evans x Teen!Reader, Sebastian Stan x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Accidental overdose, descriptions of an anxiety attack, pills, destructive self talk, the reader is really mean to herself, hospitals, blood, concussion, crying, self harm, mentions of shitty parents. This one is heavy.

Word count: ~6k

Read it on AO3

Storms

Description: there is a storm and tom hiddleston comforts you

Warnings: storms, anxiety

Word count: ~600

Read it on ao3

Safety

Description: you have a panic attack and tom hiddleston comforts you

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x teen!reader

Warnings: Panic attacks, past trauma

Word count: ~500

Read it on ao3

Denial

Description: Your brother dies and the cast finds you drinking.

Pairings: Avengers cast x Reader

Warnings: Drinking, death of a relative

Word count: ~900

Read it on AO3

Seventh Street

Description: You and Robert do an interview on your new movie together.

Pairings: Robert Downey Jr. x Pregnant!Reader (they’re not together)

Warnings:  pregnancy (nothing graphic), petty insults

Word count: ~700

Read it on AO3

Scars

Description: You win one of those contests where you and some other people get to meet and fraternize with a celebrity. This time, it’s Paul Rudd. He notices something you wished he hadn’t.

Pairings: Paul Rudd x Teen!Reader

Warnings: swearing, implied self-harm, self-harm scars, being sexually harassed at work, mentioned cat calling

Word count: 3.8k

Read it on AO3

Sick Day

Description: You get sick. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Pairings: Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Warnings:  Swearing sickness, vomiting, mention of pepto bismol (that shit’s NASTY), swearing, homework

Word count: ~3k

Read it on AO3

Chemistry

Description: You and Tom do an interview on your new movie together.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Teen!Reader

Warnings: mild swearing

Word count: 1.1k

Read it on AO3

The Bonfire

Description:  You go to a bonfire with a friend, get drugged and almost get sexually assaulted. Your father, RDJ, comes to your rescue.

Pairings: Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!Teen!Reader

Warnings:  This fic contains attempted sexual assault, date rape drugs, underage drinking, and toxic friends. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not read this if you are triggered by any of these things.

Word count: 4.5k

Read it on AO3

Star Struck

Description: You’re a young and very successful actress that has been in the Marvel family for a few years. You meet the new Spider-Man for the first time, and he a cute, awkward bean.

Pairings: Anthony Mack x Teen!Reader, Tom Holland x Teen!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: ~600

Read it on AO3

Chemical Equations

Description: fuck chemistry

Pairings: Chris Evans x teen!reader, Sebastian Stan x teen!reader

Warnings: chemistry, school stress

Word count: ~600

read it on ao3

Every Night is Movie Night

Description: You spend quarantine with the Evans

Pairings: The Evans family x teen!reader

Warnings: The reader is forced to socialize

Word Count: ~700

Read it on AO3

Fights

Description: You get into a street fight and Sebastian is not happy

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x teen!reader

Warnings: allusions to street fights, unhappy sebastian

Word count: ~500

Read it on AO3

Too Far

Description: Prank war gone wrong

Pairings: Tom Holland x sister!reader, the holland twins x sister!reader

Warnings: Hair loss

Read it on AO3

Quarantine Blues... or is it the Flu?

Description: the reader spends quarantine with sebastian and gets a cold

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x teen!reader

Warnings: illness, quarantine. (Disclaimer: This was written when I didn’t really understand the severity of a fever in relation to Covid-19, so everything seems like it’s minimizing the crisis.)

Read it on AO3

Lost but Not Forgotten (SERIES, linked to masterlist)

Description: You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You’re finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?

Wrong.

You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.

Then you’re assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birthmarks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.

After that, your world comes crashing down.

You weren’t adopted. You were kidnapped.

Read it on AO3

[fanficmaniatic]

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#like… i love adrigami and marigami but i also ship the love square so i can finally have a gay kagami ship to coexist outside the main chas

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#5

Sam Wilson As The Winter Soldier/ Autum Soldier??? AU!

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Okey... So I really can’t remember what made me draw this... But I needed long messy curly hair for Sammy and then Bam! Winter Soldier AU...

Does anyone want to write a sambucky fic with this? Or send me one if one already exists???? Please I am begging here.

412 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 01:55:41 GMT

#4

Make no mistake. I don't give a FUCK about No way Home. I hope we get 3 Tom Hollands, I hope dudebros cry and hate the movie.

IF YOU SEE ME TALKING ABOUT SPIDERMAN I MEAN MILES MORALES IN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE, AND MILES MORALES IN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE ONLY.

438 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 05:24:22 GMT

#3

Happy Pride Month @slytherclaw2005 !!!

I hope you like this! And thanks for the fic!!

(click for better quality, tumblr really makes these look blurry)

on a side note… Why are sam’s wings so hard to draw 😭

490 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 18:49:53 GMT

#2

MCU fandom, I have a question...

Where is all the fan fiction?

Where is the fic where Sambucky go looking after Wanda in between missions because they don't want SWORD to find their friend first?

Where is the fan fiction where Peter Parker sees Sam's speech and is proud of the new cap cuz he sensed something fishy was going on with Walker?

Where is Sambucky watching Spiderman's identity being revealed to the world and they deciding that they have to do something?

Where is the fan fiction of Pepper and Morgan doing the same thing and trying to help?

Where are the "Peter Maximoff and the hexagang" meet Sam and Bucky while looking for Wanda?

Where is fic where Peter Maximoff annoys the hell out of Sam and Bucky?

WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE Peter Maximoff bonds with BUCKY because they both kinda lost their memories, while they are looking for Wanda?

Where his the fanfic, where Doctor Strange interrupts a Sambucky dinner BECAUSE he found Wanda, but he needs a friendly face (Sam) to approach her, because Stephen and Wanda don't really know each other?

Where is the fic where they Find Wanda with the help of the Hexaganag, they also find Peter P/M and they all go hiding in Luisiana, where they all slowly go "wait... Those two are a couple??"???? (plus this one is perfect for 5+1 fics)

WHERE IS SCOTT HYPING THE HELL OUT OF SAMCAP?? EH?? where???

Where is Peter Parker and P.Maximoff breaking hell in the Scott/Hope Wedding while Sambucky and Wanda just watches and then Scott joins??

Where is the Sambucky wedding fic??

Where is Peter Parker babysitting Cass and AJ?

A fanfic where Peter meets Eli Bradly and Cassie Lang?? please??

WHERE is the fanfic where Steve and Tony accidentally end up in 2034, instead of 2023 during the time heist, and they see the new Avengers team and that their fight will be worth it?????

WHERE???

(plus give me a link if you have one that re Italy resembles one of this I am begging here)

510 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 15:00:47 GMT

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Thinking about that time Anthony Mackie was asked who, from the avengers cast, would he call to hide a body, and would come no questions asked. And he said Sebastian Stan, his dear friend, because AND I QUOTE “He has come for much worse”

511 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 23:48:42 GMT

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Miscellaneous Masterlist

THESE ARE NOT MINE! These are just fics that i really liked. Please check out the really talented authors of these fics. If there are any mistakes in this list (like links not working etc) Please let me know! Also recommendations are welcome!

WARNING: Some of these fics may be NSFW i tried to mark those with an *. But if i missed some please let me know!

- Wine Glasses- Harrison Osterfield One Shot by @cali-holland

Tom and the twins plan on surprising Harrison, but that backfires when they catch the two of you on a date.

- Move In With Me by @fallinallincurls

Shawn asks you to move in with him.

- Drink by @morizoras-cave

Could you maybe do a Ryan Reynolds x teen!reader where the reader maybe goes to a party and something gets slipped into her drink but she calls Ryan and says she doesn’t feel well and he gets her and looks after her?

- Alley  by @morizoras-cave 

hello! alternatively, could you please write a James McAvoy x teen!costar!reader where after an interview, the reader leaves backstage to an alley to receive a call. before she can enter the building, she is stopped by a an older man who are being super creepy and whatnot. James, wondering where the reader is, goes to the alley and seeing what is happening, becomes really mad and protective over the reader.

- Kid problems by @morizoras-cave

Please may I request a mcu cast x child!reader where the kids the daughter of a new female superhero actor (made up) and the cast finds up she’s been verbally/ physically abusive so the kid and confront the lady about it and comfort the kid?

-  Tired* by @lanasprotege

after your long night out at Andrew’s award show, he’s exhausted and ready to call it a night — but feeling aroused after watching him at the show all night, you have other plans in mind

-  Feeling Okay? by @marvhellove

so i'd like to request a one shot with the Avengers cast (i especially stan rdj oops) where maybe they're on set and shooting some fight scenes and the reader has always had problems with wonky blood pressure but it was never really that bad, but this time she passes out and they're all concerned and all the fluff?

-  Baby Don’t Cry by @forever-more-never-again

Can I request R x avengers cast where R is like 4-5 years younger than T Holland and the cast are like "wow I thought holland was a baby but here you are" especially anthony and seb. And they tease her a lot. But then one day R got in to an accident maybe like a stunt gone wrong and it's bad and everyone is like !!!!!! THE BABY !!

-  Cinnamon Apple [z.c] by @selfcarecap

you and Zendaya make things official

-  How to Deal With a Bunch of Aggravating, Overprotective Brothers by @marvelous-imagining

Could you do a Steve x reader where she is steve’s girlfriend and the other guys (Tony, t'challa, bucky, Sam, pietro etc) are like her big bros. And she has to go undercover in a bar alone to get some bad guy. She’s on her comms and the avengers have visual on her. But some guy flirts with her&Steve and the other guys are being annoying on the comms&asking the reader to punch him.

-  Molecular Thingamajig by @forever-more-never-again

I was wondering if I could have a platonic avengers x teen reader. She has the power of invisibility and maybe she is left alone with Bruce and he gets angry and turns into the hulk and she's terrified and she gets hurt but fluffy ending?

-  Chris Loves His Wife by @toastedkiwi

fan interactions/witnessing how much Chris loves you.

-  Reconcile by @alyswritings

Druig comes to his sister's aid when she calls.

- Domesticity* by @cobaiinn

matt and y/n bask in the domestic bliss of a friday morning when matt has off work.

- Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader* by @slutobrien

Choking

- Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader* by @slutobrien

Subspace

-  accidents happen by @eddiemunsonswhxre

you didn't mean to chip eddie's guitar, and now that you had you were terrified.