The Royal Family | Masterlist

Het! I just finished your fic ‘play pretend’ and it was so cute!! Thank you I loved it!

No, thank you!!!

I love that the names Diana and Beth are both name choices because those were the first and middle name (Diana Beth) I had picked out for my what would have been child that I miscarried in March (I wasn’t too far along to know), I started tearing up a bit when I saw both names, but I would say Diana for baby Munson’s name! As much as I love Beth, someone has a series (I can’t find it currently) called Beth and it’s a dad!Eddie fanfiction, so my vote is Diana (I know my vote doesn’t really matter, but I just thought I would put that out there)

First of all, I am so sorry about your miscarriage. I can’t imagine what that must be like and it genuinely makes my heart ache hearing that.

Second of all, you do matter! I read every single comment and inbox submission (I might not be able to reply to them all but I still read them). I love hearing from you guys and your opinion matters.

Finally, I am hesitant to use the name Beth because of the pre-existing series with this name. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m stealing their idea if that makes sense. Thank you so much though! I will consider using Diana for sure. Sending love your way ❤️

hiii!! i just wanna say that i love your writing and i've just read most of your Eddie's fics in a couple of hours, they're AMAZING💖💖 i was just wondering if i could be on the taglist?? please 🙏🏻

Of course I’ll add you! And thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed them! That makes me so happy!!!

Can this short summary rejog anyone’s memory? I know it’s a long shot but I’m having problem remembering...

Summary: Peter Parker’s childhood best friend is an artist, she paints and draws like an expert despite being blind. When an opportunity arises for her to undergo a surgery to give her back her eyesight, it takes Peter to convince her to actually go through with it…

I love Just a bartender! Do you plan on writing anything more for it?

I am thinking about making that a short series! I do plan on writing more one shots for Kaz Brekker and I am taking requests!

PLEASE tell me that Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike get to meet the baby! Also I need to see Wayne holding the baby.

Stoppppp! This would be so cute!!!!!!!

Peter: uGh

Tony: what’s wrong?

Peter: this pack of Oreos won’t open!!

Tony: You do realize there’s a place where you’re supposed to tear, right-

Peter:

Tony:

Peter: can you please just open this for me-

why peter and mj are important (far from home spoilers)

when spiderman was first created (1962) and when Mary Jane Watson was first introduced (1965) interracial marriage was still illegal in the United States. (Loving v Virginia, the supreme court case that legalized it, didn’t happen until 1967)

50 years later, MJ is black and we have an interracial onscreen kiss between the two characters

and that’s actually a pretty big deal 

Over Dramatic | Tom Holland

Summary: The heavily pregnant reader gets a little over dramatic when things don’t go her own way when making a special meal for their anniversary dinner.

Warning: Like…a few swear words

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

MASTERLIST

This was the day of their five year anniversary. She wanted to do something special for her husband and father to her future child. She stare down at the instructions in her cook book and followed them step by step. She had never been too good at cooking.

Between Tom filming in Atlanta for Infinity War and him finishing up the press tour for Spiderman: Homecoming, Y/N rarely ever got to see him. But alas, he promised he would be home for their special five year anniversary.

The thought of being able to be with Tom in just a few hours, excited Y/N. She wanted everything to be perfect for his arrival. She called Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and asked him to pick up Tom from the airport while she prepared everything back home. She set up a nice candle lit dinner and was planning on making his favorite dish.

“Add…one cup of oil,” Y/N read from the book, glancing between the book and the dish. She followed the instructions precisely and when she was done, she carefully put the casserole dish into the oven and set a time.

She wiped her hands clean on her apron, her hands brushing over the small baby bump. She made her way into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. Y/N glanced at the clock and made a mental note in her head that the dish needed to be ready before seven.

She had been running all over town today, picking up the ingredients for the dinner and the decorations. So it was no surprise that she fell asleep instantly. She was not awoken by the sound of the oven timer going off, but by the smell of smoke.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she sat up immediately. “Oh shit,” she raced into the kitchen, now seeing the smoke leaking from the oven. She opened the oven and the kitchen was quickly over taken in smoke. With mittens on both hands, she reached inside and grabbed the dish, pulling it out and threw it on top of their stove. “Shit,” she cursed to herself, now staring at the burnt meal.

She kicked the oven door and immediately regretted it. She clutched her foot in pain as she felt tears cloud her vision. Then she remembered:

“The pudding!” She raced over to the refrigerator and threw the door open. She scrunched her nose in disgust before reaching in and pulling out the so called ‘vanilla pudding.’

She had been craving it recently and asked her mother for the recipe. When making it though, it was suppose to turn solid. And now here it lay, liquidized in her sink.

“Shit, Tom’s gonna kill me,” she muttered before pouring the pudding down the drain. As if things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the sound of glass shattering from the dinning room.

She raced over into the dinning room and gazed at the catastrophe in front of her. Tessa, Tom’s dog, held the corner of the table cloth in her mouth and was slowly pulling it backwards, resulting in the dishes sliding off the table and onto the floor.

“Tessa. Stop,” she begged. When she took a step forward, Tessa bolted, dragging the entire setting with her. The sound of all of Y/N’s dishes, crashing to the floor. “No,” she choked back a sob.

She made her way back to the kitchen and opened the wine cabinet. Just her luck, it was empty. Tom had advised her not to drink anything while pregnant, saying it could ‘hurt the baby.’ But now she was desperate. Nothing had gone her way and Tom would be home in a few minutes.

Y/N lean against the countertop and let herself sink to the floor. She hugged her knees and cried to herself. She didn’t even hear the sound of their apartment door opening nor the sound of Tom calling for her.

When Tom walked into the kitchen, he saw his loving wife in a different position on the floor. She lay on her back, against the cool tiles. Her arms and legs spread out as she cried loudly.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” She kicked she right foot slightly in a fit. “Come on, love. Use your words.”

“N-Nothing w-went as planned tonight,” she cried.

“What do you mean by that, love?”

“I was g-going to cook y-your favorite meal but instead, I burnt it,” Tom stepped over her leg and passed the doorway. He went over to stand near her head and he just so happened to look into the sink.

“What’s this junk in the sink?” When hearing the nickname for her food, she cried even louder.

“It was suppose to be pudding,” Tom raising his eyebrows at her. She brought her hands up and covered her face with them. “I’m such a failure. I wanted tonight to be special and instead, I ruined it.”

Tom knelt down and cupped her tear stained cheek. “Hey, now. Don’t think negative. I’m sure we have something else in this house that we can eat.”

“B-But I wanted for you to h-have a good home cooked m-meal for once. You’ve been working so hard recently. You deserved this and I screwed it up. I am suppose to be a good h-housewife. I am suppose to cook for you. I’m suppose to take care of you,” she sobbed, gazing up into his big brown eyes.

“Well, darling. Nobody’s perfect,” he said, shaking his head. “And you do take care of me, more than you think.”

“How?”

“Well…you keep me going every day you’re not with me. You take care of my parents and brothers for me when I am not around. You,” he gently placed his hand on top of her stomach. “You’re taking care of our child. You’re carrying life!”

Y/N let out a small laugh and sniffed up her tears. Tom brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and continued:

“You are the most amazing, talented, and most beautiful woman I have ever met. I owe you everything,” he praised. He laced his arm around her shoulder and pulled her up into a sitting position.

Tom leaned back against the cupboards and pulled Y/N into his lap. Her forehead tucked into the crook of his neck and her legs draped over his. He rubbed her back with one hand and cradled her thigh in the other. He turned his head and pressed a gently kiss to her head.

“I love you so much. You literally have no idea,” he smiled. Y/N giggled slightly and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck, placing a kiss at the base of his neck.

“I love you too.”

“Happy Anniversary, love.”

THIS WAS MY FIRST TOM HOLLAND FANFICTION. IT IS NOT EDITED IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT SO PLEASE ENJOY THE CRAPPY WRITING! THANK YOU!!!

I’m going to be making a taglist for my works? If you want to be on it, feel free to comment below or message me about it!