being tony stark’s daughter and dating peter parker would include....
yeah i know there’s 500 of these but i dont care! also this is a universe where civil war didn’t happen and where everyone is a big happy family also this is long as fuck i am SO sorry (not really tho)
In one of the Spider-Man comics, before May knew Peter was Spider-Man, she thought that he was hiding the fact that he was gay. So WHAT IF when Peter was only wearing his boxers in front of Ned (after changing out of his spidey suit in sm: hoco) and May walked in, the reason she wasn’t fazed by her almost naked nephew in front of his guy friend was because she thought that he was gay THE WHOLE TIME?!
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Summary: You’re arranged to married Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.
Warnings: Graphic mentions of blood and gore.
“Do you know who this is?” Tom slammed the folder down, flicking the first page open to reveal three similar photos. His father picked up the folder, eyeing the photos. “Jason Mrezt, died Fifteenth of August. He was shot”
Dom looks up at Tom, a knowing look. “Shot by an opposing Mob which was disappointing, he was one of my best men. Why’d you ask?”
“It’s very rare that we lose one of our members to opposing mobs. He died five days after the murder of Y/M/N Y/L/N” Tom leaned forward.
“I don’t have anything to do with this Thomas, nor do I have anything to do with the murder of your ladies mother. Why would you even think that I was behind any of this?”
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Summary: You’re arranged to marry Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.
Moodboard credit too @vivaciousflamingo
It was the night of the gala and Tom was frantically trying to get ready. Preparing everything from his outfit to security measures for you and Haz but now you sat in the dimly lit bedroom, him throwing his outfit on in a bit of a hurry and you’d giggle every time he tripped or stumbled whilst throwing his pants on, or his fingers stumbled over a t-shirt button.
“Why can’t you just not go? Stay with me” You fell onto the large bed, the comforter making you bounce up and down lightly a couple times.
“You know I’d much rather stay here with you, Pretty girl” He tugged his socks up, the jet black blazer tightening around his biceps for a moment. It was true. He’d rather stay with you, wrapped up underneath the blankets or attempting to do make some homemade cookies like you’d done for the last day and a half. But work remained.