Peter couldn’t be Spider-Man, May thinks to herself, he’s scared of heights.
Still, here he stands, his eyes as wide as the lenses of his mask and wearing a familiar red and blue suit. May knows this stance, she knows this expression plastered on his face and is expecting the predictable, following words : I can explain. But she can’t look past the suit, her throat dry as she thinks about the fact that Peter’s scared shitless of heights. For a moment, May entertrains the idea of going with whatever excuse Peter would come up with. She thinks that anything would be better that admitting that Peter - dear sweet Peter, her nephew, her charge - is the webswinging vigilante that the whole of New York seemed to be worshipping.
Which to May sounds ridiculous because he’s justPeter. Boring, old, geeky Peter who works on building the Death Star with his best friend on his downtime. A regular teenager whose only real struggle should be homeworks and whether girls like him or not, not fighting flying supervillains or going to Germany to fight Captain America. Peter gapes at her, lost for words and May is torn between crying, yelling or passing out. She settles for staring back, at war with her own thoughts. Raising a genius on her own is hard enough - she remembers crying when Peter, having just started middle school, didn’t need either of hers or Ben”s help with his homework - she doesn’t think she’s equipped to raise a vigilante on the rise.
Please, say something.
She blinks and looks up, finding Peter staring back at her, his mask clenched in his hands and the expression on his face, a mix of hope and expectation. May realizes a second too late that the words had left his mouth ad weren’t part of her thoughts. She blinks again, as if she blinks once more, the suit would disappear and Peter would be wearing one of his lame science-pun shirts instead. May clears her throat and plasters a smile on her face. Judging by the frown on his face, Peter isn’t fooled.
“I need your help with the grocery bags, downstairs,” and damn, if she isn’t surprised by the calmness of her voice.
“May-” he starts, taking a step toward her;
“Groceries first,” she interrupts, her smile sliding from her face as she notices his frown deepening, “We’ll talk about.. this later. One thing at a time, Peter.”
She ignores the voice whispering that she’s running away from her responsibilities and walks away from Peter’s bedroom. She stops by the frontdoor and lets out a breath, keeping tears at bay as she runs her fingers through the hair, trying to ground herself.
“One thing at a time,” May repeats to herself, trying to convince herself that her entire world hasn’t come crashing around her.
Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for
someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to
remain friends and move on?
Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader
Word Count: 1,116
A/N: Well, I was inspired. Get ready for a new series. I don’t
know how long it will be, but this should be fun. I love feedback, and as
It was finally Homecoming Week at school and you were
actually excited for it. You had already talked to your friends, Ned, Michelle
and Peter, about dressing up for the different days. You had become close
friends with those three throughout your freshman year, and you were thankful
for that. You were especially thankful for Peter because he was probably your
closest friend out of the three because you both lived in the same apartment
complex. You always planned movie nights at each other’s places every Friday
evening when there wasn’t a big exam the following Monday. You both probably
had way too many inside jokes that annoyed Ned and Michelle when you both would
laugh at what it would be to seem nothing. Everyone thought that you and him
would be a great couple, but you always denied it because Peter was infatuated
with Liz Allan, who was a senior, the smartest girl in school and the prettiest,
even if you did have a slight crush on your best friend.
I had been trying to timelapse the milky way for a week. Everyday I went out, set up, and either fog popped up or to much cloud cover spoiled the evening squashing any attempts. On this day, the forecast called for clear skies until midnight, then partly cloudy until 4am. I jumped at the opportunity. The skies never really cleared up though, just small pockets of windows. This was my first attempt at a full holy grail timelapse from sunset to sunrise, with the milky way making it’s appearance in the middle. I ran out of juice with two batteries, and had to make a ninja battery change at 4:30am, but other than that, I only had a few hiccups during the ramping. I did collect quite a few bug and spider bites though, and I somehow managed to catch every new spider web in the face on the way out. lol Typical Ozarks. This was shot from what’s called the Eagle’s Nest.
I just watched this tiny spider knock three mayflies off the wall next to my window, and I can’t help but think this is the same lil stripey guy I saved and scooped out the window the other day, defending our crumbling homestead
Request: HELLOOOOO I was wondering if you did any tom holland x reader imagines? and if you did can you please make one where the reader is an interviewer and tom and her just kinda lowkey flirt through the whole interview until the end where he kinda asks her out (or any other ending because the asking out is kinda too cliche)
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: I don’t currently have any previous Tom Holland imagines and he isn’t on my fandom’s list, but I will do this and more Tom Holland requests :) speaking of, I should update my fandom’s list and i’ll make sure to add him.
Pairing: Tom x Reader
You’d been looking forward to your interview with the new Spider-Man for days, ever since you’d been told you’d be interviewing him by your boss you’d been ecstatic. You’d loved interviewing in general, being able to discuss one on one with celebrities for their new movies, or new songs, albums, everything. It was exhilarating and you had the chance to speak a little more personally with your idols. Of course, you were a complete professional during the interviews as this was your job. And you took your job very seriously.
But, the only difference this time was Tom Holland was very attractive, and you may or may not have the slightest (or not so slightest) crush on him. So, when you’d been told, you’d been exciting at first, but now sitting on the couch that soon would be where Tom Hollands would sit himself in a few minutes, the anxiousness was starting to flood in. You kept fumbling with your blouse, pushing your skirt down your leg and chewing on your lip with worry.
This was the opposite to your normal ‘professional’ behaviour. Which only made you feel more nervous.
Then the camera man gave you the thumbs up, signaling that Tom would be entering soon. You took a deep breath, standing up and watching the door swing open, Tom Holland stepping through the black stage doors. Your lips twisted into a smile, trying to hide your nerves and be polite. Tom stepped forward, walking up to you and you held out your hand in a polite handshake. He almost immediately accepted your handshake, smiling at you. “Hello, hi.” You greeted politely, nodding his way.
You both sat down on the couch, him immediately positioning himself so he was more comfortable. A tick went off in your head, glad that he was comfortable enough in the room to feel he could be himself. “Hello,” he greeted back, his accent thick. “Thank you for having me.”
“No, thank you for coming.” You laughed lightly, gripping your cards with light force. “It’s a pleasure to have you.” After your comment, you two shared a look, smiling kindly at one another. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes drift a little lower than normal and his body shift so he was facing you a tad bit more than before, his shoulders turned so they were straight in front of you. Coughing lightly, you looked down at your cards briefly.
“It’s a pleasure being able to come on your show.” He complimented, and you nodded, smiling cheekily his way.
“I’m a big fan of yours, and I am also very excited to see your new movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming.” You explained, swallowing the lump in your throat as you felt yourself become more relaxed. Slowly the nerves you’d felt previously disappeared and you felt more comfortable in the small space, you even forgot the camera was on yours and Tom’s face as you focused solely on your interview.
“You’re too sweet,” Tom laughed. “Thank you.”
“I’ve just been given some questions,” You started, bringing your cards closed up to your face and licking your lips slowly. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t done the action to gauge Tom’s reaction and you were pleasantly surprised when his eyes found your lips, and he smirked. Looking up into his eyes, you nodded; “I say we just get along then.”
“Sounds perfect, darling.”
“Thinking back over your career to date, what has been your greatest accomplishment as an actor?” You asked, looking up from your cards. Tom paused, thinking over his answer before a grin broke his concentration and he jerked his head back, blowing out air.
“Geez, starting with a hard one.” He commented, shaking his head. If this had been any other time you’re sure you would’ve thought he was being serious and panicked, but the way he laughed lightly after his comment, you knew Tom had done that deliberately. “I’m just kidding. Umm… well, i’ve been in many great movies and I am proud to be in all of them. But Spider-Man has been my hero for as long as I can remember, and being able to become him and work with so many amazing people I would say that is probably my greatest accomplishment. It’s of course, wonderful to be able to talk to wonderful people like yourself.”
Throughout his comment, you’d nodded, showing genuine interest in his answer. Tom’s last statement though, you couldn’t help but be slightly thrown off from it. Quickly recovering, you brushed a strand of loose hair behind your hair, subtly looking up at Tom and nodding one last time. “Hey,” you stated, holding up your hands in fake surrender. “It’s not too bad being able to talk to you.”
Tom laughed, leaning forward slightly. Looking back down at your cards, you continued to ask question after question. Tom’s answers were composed and interesting and you found yourself loosing track of time easily as you both subtly flirted with each other, growing close with each passing minute. Before you knew it, the forty minute interview was over and you found yourself genuinely disappointed. Figuring Tom would forget about this after he leaves, you pushed yourself slightly back so you could focus on signing off.
“Well thank you Tom.” You smiled, nodding his way, unable to hide the hint of disappointment behind your eyes. “Catch the new Spider-Man: Homecoming on July seventh!” The camera turned off and the camera man gave you another thumbs up, signaling you were off. Your boss congratulated you, shaking Tom’s hand along the way. Standing up along with the actor, you turned to him, reaching your hand for a handshake.
He smiled, accepting the handshake before leaning in further for a hug. You found yourself shocked by Tom’s motives, but nonetheless complied and wrapped your arms around his shoulders lightly. You expected that to be over before you felt his breath on your neck and his words echo softly in your ear; “what do you say we go for a drink after your done, darling?”
You smiled, batting your eyes softly as you pulled back. Smiling at Tom, you nodded, whispering so only he could hear; “i’d love that.”
Requested: HI!!! LOVE YOUR IMAGINES!!! Could you possibly write a Shawn imagine where there’s a giant bug in the bedroom and you kinda freak out and call Shawn into the bedroom to get it but he finds it amusing!!
You’re about to get into bed when some movement on the wall next to your bed catches your eye. Immediately, your eyes focus on the wall where you spotted the movement, and you catch sight of a spider the size of your fist. You want to scream, but you don’t let yourself make any noise until you’re safely outside the doorway fearing that your scream could scare the spider. More than that, you’re afraid the sound might cause the spider to flee and disappear, which would be your worst nightmare. However, as soon as you’re in the hall, you do scream, “Aaahhhhh! Shawn! Shawn!” You’re out of breath by the time you reach the living room, despite the fact that the distance was not very far in your tiny apartment. Shawn meets you at the entrance to the living room, since he had heard you screaming, he was on his way towards you.
“What’s wrong? Babe are you okay?” He asks frantically. His eyes are wide with concern and his guitar is still in his hand, since he had been working on a song.
*Slides into ask box* Hello. I want to request a one shot where the
reader is a cool hero and friends with Peter. She doesn’t go to school
because… home schooled. Since Peter knows Spider-Man and Spider-Man
occasionally works with Reader as a hero, Flash is like dare Peter to
call her. If you can’t do it it’s fine just a request.
A/N: tbh This is really bad, and I’m not just saying that. Y/S/N = Your Superhero Name.
Parker didn’t know Y/N Y/L/N As much as he wanted to, as much as he
wanted to say he did. he had hung out with her before, he would
occasionally bump into her at the library, or the coffee shop, and they
would catch up.
However, Spider-Man knew Y/N. Y/N was very well Spider-man’s best friend, his only friend. Peter knew Y/N was friends with Spidey, because unlike him, Y/N didn’t wear a mask. She had told him had nothing to hide.
But he had not expected to be put in this situation.
“So, if you know Spider-man,” Flash said tauntingly to Peter, “Then I guess you know Y/S/N too!”
“He does.” Ned crossed his arms.
Peter’s eyes widened, and his chin hit the floor, “C'mon man!” he slapped Ned’s shoulder.
Flash Copied Ned’s actions and crossed his arms, “I bet- you even have their phone numbers!”
looked around the room, he did indeed have Y/N’s number, and this was a
challenge he could not pass up; putting Flash in his place.
“I- uhh…” Peter mumbled, “Yes, I do.” He finally answered. Satisfied with the answer he had given, Peter pulled out his phone.
“Hello?” Her voice boomed through the speaker phone.
Flash’s eyes widened, he leaned forward.
“H-hi.” Peter mumbled, his lips up to the microphone.
“Parker!” You could practically hear her beaming through the phone, “Sup?”
“Oh, nothing much, just wanted to say hi.” He tried to sound cool.
The both of them sat in awkward silence, waiting for the other to
speak, until Flash grabbed the phone from Peter himself. “Do you really know Peter?”
“Umm, yes.” She answered, unsure of what to say.
“How come I’ve never seen you before?” He asked loudly.
“I’m…. Home-schooled…?” It almost sounded like she was asking him. “Well, um- I’ve gotta go.”
Mr Potter, so sorry to bother you as I'm sure you're very busy, but there's a huge spider in my office and Weasley is refusing to get it for me. I was wondering if you could be of assistance? Thank you.
Harry: Tell Mr Weasley that if he is unable to catch his own spiders…
This is set after ep 210. It’s a Malec and Lightwood family feels story with a smidgen of parabatai feels. Longer than is usual for me, so please excuse all the mistakes, I’m exhausted.
Alec hasn’t always hated spiders.
As a little child, Alec saw spiders as weird looking creatures - alright, ugly, ugly creatures - but he didn’t see their weirdness or ugliness as a reason to fear or hate them. He was simply… respectfully wary of the hairy beasts.
“I can’t do this, Jake. I’m your imprint, not her. You’re obsessed with her. You told me all about this imprint crap and said that’s what we are or were, I don’t know, but yet you continue to act as if she’s your one true love. I love you, Jake, but I can’t be with someone who is in love with someone else…It makes me feel like I’m not good enough for you and I…” You paused, letting out a sigh before continuing. “I’m sorry, Jake.” You pulled the phone away from you ear and hit the ‘end call’ button without another word.