tbh lance being the youngest is hilarious because you know that when he gets back to earth and is a literal war veteran who helped save the universe all his family friends are still going to meet him and say, “oh is this the baby?”
this is what the interviewer said before Louis brought Freddie up:
“Last time I saw you was in Sheffield. It was like two days before One Direction’s tour came to an end, and so you were about to step out into this great big unknown. And obviously, an awful lot has happened for you, there’s been some highs and some lows. I feel like you can’t go through that and not come out a slightly different person. I was wondering, what have you learned in that sort of year, nearly approaching sort of two year period?”
what are the three big things that have happened in Louis’ life during that time frame, at least according to the general public’s perception. 1) him becoming a father, 2) his mother’s death, and 3) his arrest. i highly doubt he finds it enjoyable to talk about his mother’s death, which was obviously incredibly painful for him, and which he has almost never spoken about in non-print interviews, and he’s not supposed to talk about his arrest, as they’ve said.
do you guys really think it would’ve made sense for him to answer that question without mentioning BECOMING A FATHER?!?!?!? come on. he’s a dad according to the general public and when he gets questions like that, i’m not at all surprised that he would bring the kid up “unprompted.” obviously if he had actually become a dad, fatherhood would have taught him things and changed him as a person? like? his answer was fucking painful to watch, he was vague and awkward as hell, and some of y’all are out here acting like he just brought the kid up for the hell of it and he did something to YOU. he’s the one living through this, remember? can you guys cut him some fucking slack ever?
you guys asked for part three, so TADA!! this is part of my peter & michelle headcanon, and here you can find part 1 and part 2!
michelle doesn’t bring up the day to peter right away because she just doesn’t know how
in her books, the girls always talk to their friends about boys, but michelle’s only friends are the boy and well…ned
basically, michelle is on her own for this one and since she has no other way of deciding how to handle these…feelings…she starts to do some research
the next time she’s at the bookstore she finds herself in the teen romance section and she reads a few here and there
most of them are cringe worthy and cheesy but maybe…that’s a good thing
maybe it’d be nice for peter to hold her hand and to kiss her on the forehead in central park and to just be her person
but there’s one problem
peter is spiderman, the most abnormal and most famous superhero in new york
a relationship would be the last thing on his mind, and it should be on michelle’s too
this isn’t like her, she’s reading romance novels instead of ones about the zombie apocalypse for goodness sake
but since that day in her room, peter has maintained constant communication with her
he texts her every night when he gets back from being the friendly neighborhood spiderman, and sometimes he even texts her after he saves a cat or stops a bank robbery
and not that she asked ned or anything…but peter definitely texts her more often than he texts him
peter catches on to her sudden change in reading genre’s one day at lunch when michelle finds herself reading yet another teen romance novel
he leans his head over the book to see her face, which puts them very, very close together and michelle has to remember to breathe
peter gets a confused look on his face and asks “since when do you read cute romance books?”
and michelle panics
what if he figures it out? he’s spiderman he’s not stupid
but there’s no way he could ever figure it out, but she can’t take that chance.
she slams the book down before grabbing her backpack and standing up. “god peter! it’s none of your business!” and she snatches the book and rushes off, leaving peter and ned and their shocked faces behind.
she probably just made everything worse, but she just had to get out of there.
that night, she takes all the romance books she’s collected over the last month and starts stuffing them in an old box of stuffed animals. this was stupid. there’s no way anything could ever happen with peter and she’s only falling harder and-
her phone rings
her voice cracks when she answers and she knows she’s going to cry the second she hangs up but he can’t think something is wrong, he can’t. she musters up all the courage she has and says, “hello?”
“MJ, open the window.”
she knows she can’t tell him to go away, so she hangs up and tosses the phone on her bed before going to her window and tugging the curtains back. sure enough, peter is sitting on the fire escape in his spidey suit, the mask in his hand again.
now she’s definitely going to cry.
she opens the window just a crack, just enough so they could hear each other but that she’s still keeping a wall up. literally.
“what’s up?” she tries her best to remain nonchalant. peter raises his eyebrows when she doesn’t open the window more.
“why’d you snap at me?”
“i didn’t snap at you.”
“you literally snapped your book closed. my head was right there. you literally snapped at me.” he laughs again and michelle feels the butterflies and god dammit girl pull it together
“sorry,” she shrugs. “i’m fine.”
peter leans forward and opens the window all the way, causing her to stand up off her window seat. he holds his hand out.
“what are you doing?”
“come on,” peter gives her an adorable puppy grin and she’s about to fly straight up to the moon from these butterflies in her stomach.
“…no…it’s…cold,” she tries her best to keep elaborating but peter reaches behind him and tosses a sweater at her.
“you can’t hide from me, MJ. now come on,” he looks so sincere and michelle doesn’t want to make him feel even more confused so she stuffs her feet into her converse and tugs the sweatshirt over her head. peter helps her onto the fire escape and they close the window, making sure it stays unlocked so michelle can climb back in later.
“so are we just going to talk on the fire escape or?” she asks, crossing her arms in the hoodie. though she and peter are similar heights, the hoodie feels big on her, and it’s probably since becoming spiderman peter has the muscles of a greek god in her eyes, but she’d never admit that
peter laughs again, shaking his head. “i got a better idea,” he says and he pulls her towards him, using an arm to wrap around her waist. he uses his other arm to put hers around his neck and michelle locks her hands together and she’s sure she’s shaking and she’s about to ask to forget this and go inside when suddenly peter is webbing the building across the street and they’re flying and she’s screaming and he’s laughing and it’s the most surreal feeling in the entire world
thank god she’s not scared of heights
they stop a few blocks over on a rooftop and peter makes sure she’s on her feet before he lets her go and now she’s definitely shaking but this is so cool
“the empire state building!” she points in the distance. “hey, you climbed pretty well in DC i bet you could do that.”
“i’ll pass,” peter shakes his head. they end up sitting close together, it’s not cold outside but it’s not warm either and michelle really wants to put her head on his shoulder but instead she settles for making sweater paws from his hoodie.
“you know, every time i save someone, i don’t even know who they are,” he starts talking out of the blue. “and every time i find myself thinking, ‘thank god it’s not aunt may or ned.” michelle nods, because it’s obviously ned and aunt may are the two most important people in his life.
“and then lately, i started to think…” he trails off and michelle nudges his foot with hers.
“think what?” but he shakes his head so she kicks his foot harder and he kicks back and eventually after going back and forth michelle swings her legs over his just so he stops kicking her.
that’s the only reason. she swears. they’re next to each other, her legs across his, and she doesn’t want to pressure peter because she knows he’ll say liz. liz has been gone for a year, she finished high school in oregon and moved to school in california but peter adored her. it had to be her. or maybe tony stark. or maybe even flash? he’s annoying but who knows maybe even-
“i started to think thank god it wasn’t you,” peter finally says and michelle whips her head around so fast her glasses nearly get knocked off.
“the hardest part about all of this is that i’m terrified something will happen to the people i care about. that the bad guys will try to hurt you to get to me.”
“peter,” she starts, but he shakes his head. he’s clearly on a rant now.
“and i hate it because god if something happened to ned, or may, or you, i couldn’t live with that. i couldn’t live without you,” he’s staring at her now, and his eyes are so sincere and the moonlight is right on them like how it’s described in her cheesy romance novels and suddenly she’s lacing her fingers behind his neck again
but this time it’s to pull his face to hers and she kisses him
and he kisses her back
and the butterflies are going crazy and so are the alarms in her head but all that matters is peter is kissing her and everything just feels so damn right in the world
he pulls away from her and leans his head on her shoulder and she’s still holding him and he says, “i can’t lose you,”
“you won’t,” and she knows she means it because if someone ever tried to harm peter or take him from her the world would implode she’s sure of it
peter sits up and brushes the hair behind her ear that fell out of her ponytail. “it’s too risky.”
“and? peter when have you and i ever done anything remotely normal? especially you,” she narrows her eyes and he nods because she does have a point.
he reaches across and grabs her hand. “just…don’t leave me. please?”
she’s never been so sure of anything in her life when she goes to kiss him again, but before she does she tells him “never.”
and when peter drops her back off and helps her through the window, he says goodnight and kisses her on the forehead.
and after he’s gone, michelle takes the romance books out of the box
because hey, maybe the books weren’t too cheesy after all
Seeing as current baby boomers were treated by the generation before them the same way current baby boomers treat millenials, I’m so ready to grow up and root for the generation growing up after me. I don’t want to be the pissy aunt telling you to get off your phone. I’m gonna support the hell out of them