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lists of my favourite tom holland fanfics arranged according to topic (this post is still being updated - I am hoping to post a new fic list every day or two)

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Famous!Reader

Dad!Tom

CEO!Tom

Enemies To Lovers

Friends To Lovers

Angst

Mob!Tom

Friends With Benefits

Singer!Reader

Peter Parker Favourites

Bodyguard!Tom

Teacher!Tom

Social Media Fics

Fake Dating

Sub!Tom

Frat!Tom

Boxer!Tom

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Mini Fic Lists (Requested)

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message me if you need help finding a lost fic ✌︎︎

making out with peter

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warnings: some suggestive content, teenagers making out and being stupid.

first of all,,

he can’t even focus for the gif

Your Power

his eyes!! so precious 

anyways

you two are the definition of a sheepish, bashful mess

it first happened when you were over at his place for a movie night

may just left to go grab dinner

and he scooted closer to you, stealing glances every now and then

you’d feel his thumb grazing your hand

“hey y/n, w-would you mind if i kissed you?”

“peter, we’ve been dating for four months. why do you keep on asking?” you’d chuckle, leaning in

but let me spill the tea

Keep reading

CREWMATE

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You play Among Us with the avengers

Word Count: 2500

Extra: one mention of blood

“I don’t get it,” Banner says and you sigh.

“I’m quite lost as well, perhaps you could explain it again, Y/n?” Vision requests.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, relaxing afterwards. “There’s two imposters, their jobs are to kill everyone and not get caught—see simple!” You repeat and Vision nods, turning to look at Wanda’s screen.

“Yeah, but why?” Banner asks and you stare at him, baffled. “Why would I want to kill anyone?” He reiterates.

“It’s the point of the game,” Peter says, gazing at the man, “otherwise it’d just be… boring.”

“But I like you guys,” he replies, and you sigh, frustrated.

You knew he was only being nice but you had already spent twenty minutes setting up devices and really wanted to start.

“Why don’t I get to play?” Thor grunts, crossing his arms.

“Because,” you groan, placing your hands on your hips, “the last time we played a game together you got mad and sent a hammer through my screen!”

“It was a mistake,” he defends, “happens to us all—just ask Loki.”

You grumble, crossing your arms.

“I call grey!” Sam shouts, nudging at Bucky, “imma be all badass in this suit.”

“I wanted to be grey,” Bucky frowns, “it matches my arm.”

“Well it’s too late I—“ The pair continues to argue over colors. Tony, claiming red and Peter blue. Nat chuckles as you look at her, pleading for help; she shrugs, reaching for the bag of chips on the coffee table.

“I say we let Thor play,” Tony smirks as Steve cringes. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Should be interesting,” Wanda adds and you groan.

“Fine!” You shout, snatching the phone from Banner who joins Clint in the kitchen and handing it to Thor who celebrates like a kid in a candy shop.

“Okay, are we good?” You ask and everyone nods, some sharing audible affirmations.

“Okay, everyone space out! No looking at each other’s screens and no audio—unless you brought earbuds!” You snap, sitting on the floor, five feet away from Peter who had just put on a birthday hat in-game.

“Oh! And no telling each other what you are—I’m talking to you!” You add, pointing at Wanda and Vision as you narrow your eyes.

Everyone spaces out exactly as you said and the game begins.

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After a few rounds, everyone had gotten the hang of the game. Some, taking things too seriously.

“Okay, new rule,” you start, “this round nobody kills Sam,“ who had been dying first for the last three rounds, “just for the beginning.”

“It’s not our fault he keeps dying,” Bucky laughs, “maybe the knife likes birds.”

“Man you’ve killed me twice now!”

Looking around, you take in your environment, solidifying the memory of playing with the team while you laugh at Sam’s joke. You were all insanely busy and didn’t get a lot of free time, so you made sure to savor memories when you could.

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A new game begins and you grunt as your screen pans CREWMATE. You hadn’t got imposter once today.

Looking over, you realize Peter was staring at you. “No cheating, bug boy,” you scold and he smiles, looking down at his screen which, unbeknownst to you, said IMPOSTER.

Peter had been waiting for his chance to get imposter again. The first time he misclicked in front of Tony, accidentally jumping into a vent and getting voted out, but this time he wasn’t gonna get voted out—at least he hoped not. He’d seen lots of videos where players would troll others and had been waiting for his chance to troll you. He couldn’t screw this up.

ROUND ONE

Everyone spawns at the button then heads to admin to do their card swipe.

Peter fakes his then walks to the right side, searching for you. He walks through shields, heading into Nav then back out when he finds no one there; repeating his actions in O2. Eventually he walks back into storage, where he spots you entering the electrical hall.

You didn’t have a card swipe, so you had filled your gas in storage and were now headed to drain it in the lower engine when the doors shut behind you.

You look around the room, resuming your actions when you saw that you were the only one there.

“Shit,” Peter thinks to himself. He had shut the doors too early, locking himself out. He looks around, deciding to head to electrical to fake some tasks when a meeting is called.

“Seriously capsicle, I was almost done with my download,” Tony croaks.

Steve, ignoring him, focuses on Peter. “Peter,” he drags, alarming him. He wasn’t gonna get voted out again was he?

“What..?” He asks, feigning innocence as the Captain eyes him.

“Why’re you acting like that?”

“Like what?” Peter says, shifting and you take note of his fidgety demeanor.

“What I believe the Captain is trying to say, and forgive me if I do this wrong, but Peter is acting quite sus,” Vision articulates.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. Thanks Vis.”

Vision nods his head as Wanda taps his shoulder excitedly, proud of him for doing something correctly.

“Yeah,” you agree, furrowing your brows, “Peter is being sus.”

“N-no I’m not! I was just doing tasks!”

“Where?” You question.

“E-electrical!”

“Aht! I’m in electrical and young Parker is not with me,” Thor corrects, lifting a finger up.

“I—“ Peter begins as Thor interrupts. “Can someone help me with my task. I’m not sure when the circle wants me to click.”

You check Thor off your ‘sus’ list, convinced that his confusion was genuine.

“I think it’s Bucky,” Sam accuses as Bucky throws his arms up. “You always think it’s me!”

“Well that’s because it is!”

Peter inhales deeply, silently thanking the pair for taking the heat off of him.

There’s a minute left on the clock when you realize how slowly the conversation is going. “Sam what tasks have you done?” You ask, deciding it would be best for you to take charge.

“Uh—” he stammers, scratching his head.

“See, he hasn’t done any tasks!” Bucky argues, crossing his arms.

“I’ve done tasks!” Sam contests, picking at his fingers, “I just don’t remember which ones.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe it’s Y/n!” Peter claims, gazing at you as you glare at him. “You’re pointing fingers!”

“It’s not me—I’ve been locked in the lower engine for half the game.”

“I’m voting Nat,” Tony says, interrupting your conversation.

“What! Why?” she croaks.

“Following my gut,” he shrugs, “you haven’t said a word all game.”

Nat winces, realizing that her silent approach wasn’t gonna work.

“It can’t be Nat!” Peter blurts, worried that if she got out it’d become significantly harder for him to win.

“Oh yeah, why not?” Tony tests, crossing his arms while Peter cowers, not expecting the interrogation.

“I-I saw her… doing tasks!” He says, unconvincingly.

The timer goes red and the meeting ends, Nat receiving three votes from Steve, Sam, and Tony. Not enough to get her out.

ROUND TWO

Another round begins and Peter could finally get back to trolling you, making note to deal with Tony, who was too smart for his own good.

Peter fakes a couple of tasks in electrical, making sure Thor—who still couldn’t finish his task—saw him so he’d have an alibi. He then makes his way to security, where Stark sat on cams.

With his kill cool-down low, Peter walks in, locking the doors behind him before killing his mentor then venting into med-bay, making a clean escape.

Tony chuckles, setting his phone down then joining Clint and Banner in the kitchen.

On the other side of the map, Nat joins Steve in navigation, checking the halls before killing him.

He makes an audible gasp, causing you to look up as he sets his phone down, crossing his arms.

You look back at your phone, having finished emptying your second gas tank, you decide on going to search for the bodies.

You make it to the cafeteria when a body is reported.

“Found Steve in Nav,” Sam informs, “his body’s dead, blood against the wall, boom, just like that.”

“You did not see blood!” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“No, but I felt it!”

“Where is everyone?” Nat asks, disposing of her silent tactic and going full agent.

“Just passed Y/n in the med-bay hall,” Peter responds and you nod.

“What’s the room with the blue chair?” Bucky asks.

“Comms?” You respond.

“Yeah. I’m in comms,” he grunts, “the download takes forever.”

“Thor, what about you?” Nat asks.

“Electrical!” He shouts, “the bloody task is too hard—I thought this was a children’s game.”

Tony walks over and pats his shoulders, “don’t worry, big guy, I’ll help you.” He says and Thor smiles in response.

You hum, thinking for a moment. “Nat, where are you?”

“Cafeteria,” she replies.

“Cafeteria?” You ask, holding in your grin.

“Yeah, I’m doing wires.”

“A-HA!” You yell, pointing. “I just walked into the cafeteria and you’re—not—there,” you say, emphasizing each word while snickers from the kitchen confirm your suspicions.

Vision nods, “I’m also in the cafeteria and agent Romanoff is not here,” he states, “I have seen Y/n, though.”

“I trust Vis. I left him in the cafeteria,“ Wanda adds as Nat Scoffs.

“Of course you did,” Nat grunts, throwing her hands up. “You two go everywhere together! Do you know how hard it is to kill when you're sharing screens?” She asks, dumping her phone and heading to the kitchen.

You and Peter chuckle as Nat is unanimously voted out and you make sure to scold Wanda and Vision before the next round begins.

ROUND THREE

Everyone spawns back in the cafeteria then parts ways.

You make sure to note where everyone went. Wanda and Vision headed right, you and Peter left, Sam and Bucky down and Thor back to electrical, Tony following through on his promise to help him with his task.

You head to the reactor to do your last task while Peter follows behind like a goofball. You stop for a moment, looking back at him in-game before continuing again.

When you enter the reactor hall both doors shut behind you, blocking your way to the dual engine rooms. No one but you and Peter are there—security being empty—so you ignore it, starting your reactor task.

Peter, on the other hand, goes straight for the vents, jumping in and out before realizing you couldn’t see him. He waits a little, hoping you’d finish your task quickly before he tries again, Sam walking in and spotting him.

“Fuck,” he thinks to himself, “the doors must’ve opened.”

Peter quickly locks the doors in the med-bay hall, blocking Sam’s pathway and catching up to kill him.

“Motherfuck—“ Sam says, just before he dies.

“No talking,” Bucky reminds with a chuckle.

Peter runs back to the reactor where he finds you still doing your task and an emergency meeting is called.

“I assume someone has died?” Vision asks.

“Yup, Sam,” you affirm as Bucky laughs.

“Do you think it could be him?” Wanda asks Vision, suspecting its Bucky.

“Yeah,” you hum, “who else would want to kill Sam?”

“It’s not me,” Bucky says, scoffing and you push your lips into a line.

“Why would I be near him?”

“I don’t know, maybe to KILL HIM!” You say, shouting the last part. Sam, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“It’s not me.”

“Maybe it’s Wanda,” Peter says. “Or Vision. They’ve been backing each other all game.”

“True,” you say, furrowing your brows.

“If it were me why would I have let Nat go? She was obviously an imposter,” Vision queries. “And why would Wanda “back” me as you’ve said.”

“Well maybe you’re backing her,” Peter accuses, looking towards you as you look away, trying to piece together everything you’ve heard so far.

“Wha—well I don’t even know what that means,” Vision says, confusing painting his face.

“We should vote. We have a free shot on six,” you inform, “and I think we should go Bucky first—just to be safe.”

“You’ll lose,” Bucky grunts, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Bucky then Wanda,” Peter agrees. Voting out innocents would make it easier for him to win.

[Bucky is voted out and another meeting is called]

“Okay, now Wanda.”

Everyone but Thor and Vision votes.

“It can’t be Wanda,” Vision defends and you look at him, “it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Still! To be safe,” Peter urges, mainly to you and you agree, semi-convinced that it couldn’t be him after you spent a round together.

You look away, focusing on Thor.

“I agree with Vision. I don’t believe it’s Wanda,” he states, “she’s done tasks.”

“Still, we should vote!” Peter says, a little too eagerly. “Just—just to be safe.”

You look over at him, furrowing your brows then nodding. “Yeah, just to be safe,” you repeat.

Thor surrenders, voting with the rest of you.

The three of you vote for Wanda while Vision votes to skip, but since majority voted Wanda, she’s voted out.

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ROUND FOUR

The fourth round begins and everyone spawns in the cafeteria. You decide to distance yourself from Peter, following Vision, but Peter follows as well. All three of you enter O2, Thor nowhere to be found.

You clear your throat when Reactor is called and leave the two to go settle the crisis. When you enter the cafeteria the doors shut behind you, leaving you and Peter locked in the room.

You gasp as Peter jumps in and out of the vent closest to the weapons door. You should have known. You attempt to run away, distancing yourself from him when you realize something: where’s Vision?

When the doors open, you run back to O2, finding his body slain on the floor, you report it.

“ITS PETER. IT'S PETER!” You shout, instantly voting for him.

Thor looks up at your frantic demeanor.

“NO, I SAW Y/N KILL IN THE LEAVES ROOM!” Peter counters, deciding to use terms Thor would understand; no way he’d know what O2 was.

“Wha—“

“HE’S LYING. HE TRAPPED ME IN THE CAFETERIA AND—“

“NO, Y/N TRAPPED ME.”

You hear snickers from the kitchen and look over, seeing everyone enjoy your bickering while Nat tries her best to sign to Clint what was going on.

Bucky smirks, secretly rooting for Peter after you agreed to vote him out.

Peter sits up, voting for you and placing his phone down then giving Thor his best puppy dog eyes. “I was so scared.”

“You were not!” You shout, placing your phone down as you turn towards Thor. “Think about it. He’s been weird all game.” You say, watching as Thor looks between the both of you. Feeling his confusion, you decide to reiterate. “He was quick to agree with voting Vis and Bucky out, he’s barely done any tasks, and—“ you snap, knowing this would be your best defense, “HE SUCKS!”

Peter gasps. “This is unbelievable. Do you see how she’s lying?!”

Thor looks back at his screen, watching as the timer goes red, he votes.

———

The timer runs out and the votes are revealed: two votes for Peter and one for you.

“YES!” You cheer, doing a victory dance.

The game ends and a VICTORY pops up on everyone but Nat and Peter’s screens.

You jump up, giving Thor a big hug. “You did it!”

Everyone in the kitchen celebrates, some giving Thor audible praise as he grins—Bucky groaning.

“I am the god of thunder.” He smirks.

“And apparently Among Us.”

SPIDER-MAN: No Way Home (2021) Tobey Maguire & Andrew Garfield

Do you write smut?

i can if you want me to depending on the request. but normally, yes!!

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: harry decided to take you for a romantic ice skate, just the two of you, how sweet right? wrong, you two are both so shit at ice skating.

masterlist

harry lewis x fem!reader

wroetoshaw x fem!reader

warnings: two idiots on an ice rink, fluff so much fluff, christmasy boyfriend (100% not jealous what?)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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“𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 you taking me?” You questioned in the passenger seat of his car. Harry had refused to give any information on where the ‘surprise date’ was despite being excited for it all week.

“Nope, nope. I’m not saying a word to you until we arrive.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, still shooting down every single question you had that day. You raised your eyebrows at his antics and muttered out a small ‘okay’, smiling and shaking your head at your darling boyfriend.

Silence took over the car, only the sound of the quietened radio flowing through the speakers. Harry, being Harry, couldn’t deal with the silence and felt the need to fill it in; completely going against what he previously stated so confidently.

“You’re gunna love it there, you know?” He smirked, tilting his head slightly to see you in the corner of his eye while still keeping on the road. You smiled widely at his adoration of making you happy. “I’m gunna love it, huh?” You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile in Harry’s cheeks growing rosy just in reaction of your smile.

“Yeah, your gunna have to help me though!” He breathed out, leaving little to the mind as your smile dropped slightly, realising where the hell is he actually taking you?

Eyes widening, you taunted “You’re not gunna murder me are you?”. Harry threw his head back, it hitting the car seat in response to your weird sense of humour he secretly loved so much.

“No! Y/N, I’m not going to murder you! Yet.” He grinned, not making eye contact but giggling when he heard your gasp from beside him. “Harry Lewis!” You placed your hand on your heart.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Look we’re here now!” He smiled, shaking his head at you but unable to tear his eyes away from your beauty as he parked up.

Pushing yourself up slightly, you peered around to find any sign of where Harry took you for today. Harry bit his tongue, excitement flooding through his veins in closing preparation of your reaction he’s been waiting for.

While scanning through the places, your eyes stopped on the front sign, your mouth falling agape.

Harry took your reaction as happiness and nodded enthusiastically, his cold hands grabbing onto yours causing your shocked face to meet his.

You swallowed your drying throat. “You took me ice-skating?” You whispered, voice lacking air it went quiet. Harry grinned, shrugging his shoulders doing so. “Yeah I did! Your welcome!” He rubbed your hand with his, warming you up but unable to keep still.

Eyes, still wide as ever, looked deep into his. “Why? Why? What? I- Why?” You stuttered, tripping over your own sentences as your mouth had a mind of its own.

Both of Harry’s hands slid up to your face, “Well, I was thinking of that time you told me you were really good at ice-skating and I’ve wanted to try it with you ever since!” He beamed, brushing your hair behind your ears ever so delicately.

Your brows furrowed for a moment, questioning when he got those words out of your mouth before. Then you realised.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a loud squeal of laughter made Harry pull away, confusion written on his face; still delved into the ongoing idea of your being some pro ice-skater.

“Harry!” You spoke with your hand still over you mouth. He tilted his head, now him being the one with the furrowed brows and out of place look.

“Harry, I said that during a 2 truths and a lie!” You laughed, pulling your hand away from your face. Harry jaw fell slack for a millisecond, then pointing “It was the lie!”. You repeating “It was the lie!” Before the two of you toppled over with laughter, slapping each other’s arms unconsciously as your bodies slid down slightly in the car seats.

“I can’t cancel now, I already booked it Y/N!” He grew concerned. Your eyes softened on how far he went with this just to make you happy; well, even though you can’t skate for shit, the thought was there!

You straightened your posture and let your hands fall on your lap. “I’ll still do it,” He looked up at you, his soft spot for you only increasing. “Sure, we can’t skate the best, you know. But, it’ll just be a laugh,” The two of you leaned in. “Just me and you.” You pressed your lips to his and automaticity his hands slid into your hand and tugged you closer to him.

Pulling away, you two stared at one and other with blushing cheeks and a cheesy grin plastered onto their face.

“Just the two of us.” He whispered before diving into her lips once again.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 slung over your shoulder, his boy weight leaning entirely on your right side, limping as he walked. You, on the other hand, were walking weirdly despite the grown man clinging onto one half of yourself.

“It’ll be a laugh, huh Y/N?” Harry grumbled into your hair, “It could’ve gone worse!” You retorted, trying to convince yourself more than him.

Harry pulled his head away from its comfy spot delved in your hair. “Y/N, you literally fell on your ass sixteen times and I have basically twisted my ankle in.”

“While you did try and do a backflip on it” You mumbled under your breath. Harry shook his head and looked between the two of you. “We are such idiots.”

Titled your head upwards to him, you placed your head in his chest. “Just two idiots on an ice rink.” You whispered as he kissed the top of you head.

hope you liked! leave requests please <3

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