get down from there andrew who do you think you are, spider man

Little things I liked about Spider-Man: Homecoming (contains spoilers)

(I just came back from watching it again so gotta jot these down while they’re fresh in my mind)

  • Peter being a relatable teen
  • Tony being a relatable dad
  • Karen being voiced by Jennifer Connelly who is married to Paul Bettany who voices JARVIS/Vision
    • technically Karen is married to JARVIS then
  • Peter’s love interest was Liz who was his first love interest in the comics
  • The girl that was doing the school news is named Betty Brant. In the comics, Betty is a reporter for Jonah Jameson. I guess she’s working toward that role, huh?
  • Miles Morales MCU confirmed
  • Donald Glover playing Aaron Davis aka the Prowler aka Miles’ uncle
  • Donald Glover being the one that dropped that huge bombshell about Miles Morales because Donald
    • is a huge Spidey fan. If you watched Community, he wears a Spidey tie, Spidey PJs, and a Spidey shirt in three episodes
    • voices Miles Morales in the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon
    • supported the fans that were trying to get him as the new Spidey before Andrew Garfield was cast
  • Forehead of Security reference!!!!! xD I was the only one laughing when it got a passing mention. 
  • Happy kept the freaking ring since 2008 which is when Iron Man came out. The movie that started it all…..
  • The theme song played in the beginning during the Marvel sequence!!!!
  • Iron Spider ???????
  • Tony delivering those lines to Peter after the ferry incident were similar to the ones he delivers to Steve Rogers after Peter Parker’s death in the comics
  • Ned Leeds being a nod to the Hobgoblin and Ganke Lee at the same time
  • There was a teacher in Peter’s school that kinda looked like a kindergarten teacher from the elementary school in my town. Mr. Wells, if that was you, I never pictured you as an actor. 
  • Diversity
  • The school kids actually looked like teens???? Wow
  • Michael Keaton was damn awesome
  • Actually, the whole cast was great
  • Comedic timing
  • Having a whole bunch of villains without you even realizing it until the end 
    • there was the one everybody saw, The Vulture, but there was also 
    • the Scorpion (dude with the Scorpion tattoo, he was the guy from the prison scene and the ferry scene) 
    • there were two Shockers (one died but the others still there) 
    • the Prowler (Donald Glover) 
    • and the Tinkerer (the guy that created the weapons)
  • Also, for all you (and me) fanfic writers out there, now we have loads of material for SuperFamily stuff, don’t you think? :P
  • Those Steve Rogers PSAs wtf? 
  • This time MJ stalks Peter instead of the other way around. Interesting
  • “He’s probably a war criminal now”
  • “I was looking at….porn….”
  • “What the fu–”
  • “I got ice cream”
  • Tony Stark fucking listened to Peter!!!! He sent the FBI to the Ferry to take care of what Peter had told him!!!!!! And then he called Peter to possibly tell him but we’ll never know cuz Peter hung up on him. Such a great dad *tears*
  • Happy not being able to say Mjolnir Megingjörð. (I wanna give thanks to  youvegotyourvictory for correcting me on this. Even after two times I’m still learning new stuff. May have to watch it again haha!)
  • They have Cap’s Shield prototype 
  • The after credits scene…fuck you Marvel…just fuck you
  • Oh I almost forgot one! The scene in the rubble! Not only was it emotional and reminded us that Peter is a kid but also the scene where the reflection shows half Peter’s face and half Spidey’s mask was actually the cover for one of the comics!

this is my @aftgexchange gift for @sirandking i’m not sure if this is quite what u were hoping for n it’s messy but idk i kinda like it 

tw for mentions of alcohol as a coping mechanism, as well as super brief blink-and-you-miss-it mentions of riko, drugs and self-harm

ao3 link


“That sweater is new,” Kevin comments as he seats himself in the beanbag next to Andrew’s, passing over a mug of coffee as he does so. It’s a small, meaningless comment - the kind of small talk they both collectively despise - but it’s something, and since the death of Riko, Kevin’s found that there are not really any other threads connecting the two of them. Silence has panned out between them for weeks. He tells himself he’s irritated by it because it’s bad for the team’s dynamics - a rapport with your teammates is essential for a successful team. He won’t admit that Andrew is probably the closest thing to a friend Kevin has around here, except for maybe Neil.

He doesn’t expect his comment to be dignified with a response; he knows Andrew well enough to know to expect perhaps a nod of acknowledgement, or a stony look his way, questioning and judging his observation. Nevertheless, the silence makes him ever-so-slightly self-conscious, so as his eyes catch the way the sleeves fall over Andrew’s hands, he tacks on a lousy “–and too big for you.”

Andrew Minyard has always been best at defying expectations.

“It’s not mine,” he responds coolly, devoid of emotion or even acknowledgment, eyes still trained on the contents of his mug as he mutters, as though talking to no one.

It’s an easy enough admittance, casual and shameless, yet it still manages to leave Kevin embarrassingly taken aback. He knows, realistically, that he probably has the best insight into the relationship between Andrew and Neil than any other outsider, however he’s still never quite got it. The logical part of his brain tells him it shouldn’t work - two people both so shattered and fiery, like shards of broken glass, in such close proximity can only end in further shattering, as far as he’s aware. And flames. It’s concerning, something with so much power, with so many sparks - just one wrong move could become a savage wildfire that burns his team down to nothing more than ashes. It’s risky and dangerous and stupid and he hates it, is terrified of it, but this admittance that comes so easily changes something in him.

Because something about the idea of Andrew Minyard curled into a beanbag with a cup of coffee and his boyfriend ’s (and isn’t that in itself another unexpected and ever-so-slightly strange thing to wrap his head around) sweater on feels less like untamed sparks and more like a candle light. And that’s much more soothing than terrifying, even if it is still a little strange to him.  

Perhaps trying to understand this would be a good idea, he concludes. So he asks “When did all this start for you anyway?” waving a hand conspiratorially to punctuate the question. And this time he’s almost convinced he’ll be ignored, or delivered a vague, meaningless answer as a result of the unspecific question, but the furrow of Andrew’s brow as he lifts his gaze up to Kevin’s tells him otherwise. It’s a strange, uncharted territory.

“February.”

“You liked him before then,” Kevin suddenly finds himself accusing before he can stop himself, still processing this new information, whilst considering every sign he could remember, the most poignant being the way Andrew did things for nobody but Neil. Could only have his arm twisted by Neil. Had always drifted towards Neil, had never raised a knife to Neil, had always been straight with admittances to Neil; Neil, Neil, Neil was the exception to every rule of the Andrew Minyard handbook, the one Kevin had studied meticulously and still never found a loophole in. He finds himself itching to know more.

“I hate him.” Andrew deadpans, a reflex at this point, and if Kevin was anyone else, he’d have furrowed his brow, wrinkled up his nose, frowned and found himself reprimanding Andrew, but he’s not anyone else, so he smirks instead, because he thinks he’s finally starting to understand how Andrew works, and this kind of understanding is as scintillating as it is spine-chilling, like watching a horror film, driving past a car crash or finding a spider in your room - the kind of fear that keeps you captivated, unable to tear your eyes away from it even when you know it’s awful, and you shouldn’t, and if this is what Andrew feels around Neil, no wonder he hates him. Andrew has never enjoyed feeling, as far as Kevin knows, and something so intense and contradictory, something that can’t be calculated and analysed can only be devastating.

The words “I know,” feel foreign and awkward on his tongue, his body tense as they slip out and it all multiplies when Andrew’s blank stare shifts from the mug he warms his hands on to Kevin’s face. “Why him?” he eggs on, trying to coax something out of Andrew, whether it be more answers and information, something to help him understand, or just a reaction, something to put the world back in order and dissolve the itchy curiosity and mere residue of fear that has settled on his skin.

Andrew ignores it entirely. “You’ve reached your daily quota of questions you can ask me for free.” He pauses, as though considering something for a moment, before finally deciding against whatever it is and dismissing Kevin with a curt “You can go now.”

Kevin goes.


The next time Kevin sees Andrew, it’s because he’s paused the exy game on his laptop and emerged from his room for the first time in hours after smelling something divine. He is greeted with the sight of an unholy amount of Indian food scattered across the table, and isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss Andrew (if he was not in a relationship, if Andrew was not in a relationship, if either of them were in any way attracted to each other and if he had a death wish - none of which are even remotely true) or kill him, because really , this is not how future professional athletes should eat, but he can hear Jean’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to loosen the tight leash of control he has over his life in order for total success, thus he reluctantly picks up the spare fork left on the side and a tub of something orange, before sitting on the other end of

the sofa to Andrew.

“Nicky and Aaron will be here soon,” Andrew states at the exact same time that Kevin asks “Where’s Neil?”, changing his course of action to start Kevin down instead.

There’s a handful of new mottled bruises adorning his face from who knows where, and a nasty looking cut beneath his eye that he’s certain Aaron will fuss over later, much to Andrew’s dismay, and for a moment he considers asking if he’s okay,  before swiftly realising what a stupid idea that is and dismissing it completely as Andrew opens his mouth again.

“I’m not his keeper.”

“I know.” Again. Andrew sighs.

“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it.

“Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.”

“Deal.”

“It’s my turn.” His gaze shoots skywards, face contorting in mock-thought. “Why are you so interested?”

“In?”

He rolls his eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?” is punctuated with a sigh. “Me and Neil.”

“I don’t understand it,” is all Kevin replies, because, really, he’s not all too sure.

“Understand what?”

“Any of it. It’s a lot to process.” Andrew nods as Kevin finishes, despite the answer being indisputably lame.

“It’s your turn.”

“Why him?” falls out of Kevin’s mouth again like a reflex. He watches as Andrew’s blank expression twitches and his eyes shut for a second in something akin to stoicism.

“He’s interesting.” Kevin knows how much that means from a perpetually bored man.

“He’s kind of messed up,” he replies hesitantly, though there’s really no “kind of,” - there’s not doubt that Neil’s messed up - and he isn’t sure whether his words are a challenge or a disagreement.

There’s something almost wistful in Andrew’s eyes. “Exactly.”

Kevin gets that, too. The reason things have always worked with Thea, even when others told him, told both of them , that they shouldn’t, is because she always got it. She knew what it was like to be a Raven, she knew the complicated relationship he had with Riko and the Moriyamas, she never judged, never told him his reactions were gratuitous or invalid, she just understood .

Understanding, true understanding, is unparalleled in rarity, and perhaps the most coveted trait of all.

“Why alcohol?” interrupts Kevin from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment longer than it should to process that it’s Andrew’s turn again.

“What?” Kevin asks, wrinkling up his face.

“You could have any coping mechanism you wanted: drugs, self-harm, running yourself to the bone, food addiction, therapy, adult colouring books…” he lists off, his eyes infinitesimally lighter than usual, and Kevin resists the urge to roll his eyes, because of course the only person who can amuse Andrew Minyard is Andrew Minyard. “Why alcohol?” he repeats.

“It’s the only thing that can make me forget.”

“There are drugs that could do that much easier,” Andrew replies, but there are lines in his forehead as he tacks on “probably.”

“After Seth and Aaron,” Kevin responds cautiously, “and you – cracker dust is the worst I swore I’d ever do. And that–” he pauses again, mind casting him back to nights at Eden, panic attacks in toilet stalls and the burn in his throat that leaves his brain null and void of all things Evermore. “–It’s not enough on its own.”

“It’s weak. And unhealthy.”

“I know.” He replies, and there’s something cold and cumbersome building up at the pit of his stomach as the topic is stretched out like an elastic band, millimetres away from snapping or closing back in on itself, so he tries his hardest not to trip over words as they stumble out of his mouth. “It’s my turn again. How does it work - you and him - after everything? Your past. How do you–”

“No.” Andrew cuts him off, fists clenching tighter around the cutlery in his hands. “You don’t get to ask that. Something else.”

Kevin doesn’t say sorry, but his face does, even if there’s something about pulling a reaction out of Andrew that sets his nerves on fire. “What are you scared of?”

Andrew blinks at him once, empty composure regained. “Heights.”

Kevin’s face wrinkles up. How can a man who has spent so long mocking Kevin for his fears of the Moriyamas, of the Ravens, of death , be afraid of something so trivial, something that is a fear of death, in a way, in itself. “I thought you said you weren’t afraid of death.”

“I’m not.” Andrew replies, a hint of a sneer on his face as he adds “And I hate that word.”

“Afraid?” Kevin asks, shrugging when Andrew nods. “If you’re not afraid of death, what is it about heights that you’re scared of?”

“Falling.” Andrew replies hollowly, and Kevin’s about to ask more, about to ask about how he can go to a rooftop so often with Neil - does Neil know? - when the conversation is interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock, and the two boys shift around just in time to watch a drenched Neil, looking like he’s just taken a fully-clothed shower, stumble through the door, flanked by Dan and Allison, both also varying levels of waterlogged.

As the girls immediately make their way over to the excess of food lying on the table, eyes wide and begging Andrew and Kevin to let them have some, Neil slides effortlessly into the space between them and turns to Andrew, who tentatively reaches out towards him and ruffles a hand through his hair, watching as Neil slides his soiled jacket off and finally wiping his now wet hand on Neil’s shirt to dry it.

The sides of Neil’s mouth twitch and Kevin battles with the urge to turn away, to leave.

“There’s enough food there to feed a small army,” Neil mutters, low enough that the words were really meant only for Andrew, and softer than Kevin’s ever heard. It’s more than slightly disconcerting.

“You’re a small army,” Andrew retorts, only Neil must be hearing something else completely in that, because next thing he knows, Neil’s turned around to face the girls who are still fawning over the makeshift banquet.

“Invite the rest of the team and you can help yourselves,” he states, watching with eyes showing something reminiscent of fondness as Allison immediately pulls her phone out and Dan digs through their drawers for extra cutlery.

Neil turns back to Andrew, the ghost of a smile hanging from his mouth fading after a second, face wrinkling up.

“Isn’t that sweater mine?”

Kevin’s mind may say “Disgusting,” but he can feel the sides of his mouth quirk upwards as he finds Andrew’s face encrusted with crumbs of fear like he’s tumbling, freefalling, into an abyss.

Freshman Year In Queens Would Include...

- Moving to Queens and transferring to Midtown High School of Science and Technology.

~ Or as you put it: “The nerd school where I will literally be a loser amidst losers.”

- Meeting Peter Parker and Ned Leeds in seventh period math class. You arrived late and had to sit in the back between their desks. They don’t pay you much attention until Evelyn O’ Connor sticks gum in your hair while the teacher is out of the classroom. 

- Your previous shy and quiet demeanor changes to boss ass bitch attitude in a matter of seconds. Instead of exploding you calmly picked the gum from your hair and and used it to stick a “kick me” sign on Evelyn’s back.

~ SHE DOESN’T NOTICE?

- The entire rest of the period is you making rude hand gestures and faces at Evelyn’s back while Peter and Ned try not to laugh. Ned loses it when you manage to draw a dick on the back of Evelyn’s expensive white blouse without her knowing.

~ The teacher asks why you guys are laughing and you have a mini heart attack, terrified that they will tell on you.

~ Peter says he told a funny joke and the teacher believes him. You almost hug him right then and there.

- Ned invited you to sit with them at lunch.

- Meeting Flash Thompson for the first time when he tips over Ned’s food tray because “He doesn’t need to eat anymore or he’ll get even fatter.”

~ Yelling at Flash until he gives Ned enough money to buy more lunch plus ten bucks as a fee for being an asshole. 

~ “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A MAN! NOW PAY FOR HIS DAMN LUNCH AND SUFFER WHILE I TEACH YOU HOW TO MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS BECAUSE NED IS PERFECT THE WAY HE IS AND YOU CAN JUST SHUT UP!”

- You are now den mother and certified protector of Ned Leeds and Peter Parker.

- Denying that Peter is cute but secretly hoping that he would like you back until you find out he likes Liz Allan. After that you focus on getting him to ask Liz out because compared to her you look like the inside of someone’s asshole. (Which is sad bit come on-everyone looks like trash compared to Liz Allan. (And did you get the Deadpool reference?))

~”PETER PARKER JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY!”

~”ARE YOU INSANE?! Oh you are, aren’t you?”

- Friday Movie Nights at Peter’s apartment are born and they are EPIC. Peter always wants to watch Star Wars and You want Star Trek. (It usually ends in a pillow fight.) Ned asks for Disney movies and gets a pillow chucked at his head.

- You sign up for debate club and Model United Nations where you meet Michelle Jones, who quickly becomes your friend. Together you slay the competition at meetings.

- Peter joins photography (cuz I wanted some of Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker in the mix.) and the mathletes with Ned.

- Actually getting top marks and sometimes outsmarting Peter, which he is not happy about. You are one of the smartest people in your grade, no doubt.

- Calling Michelle nicknames like “Mickey” and “Mick” even though it drives her crazy. 

- Discovering Peter has social anxiety like you and offering to have lunch in the storage closet if the cafeteria is too hectic. 

- Having a code word for when one of you has a panic attack or is feeling stressed. 

~ Having a code word for EVERYTHING ranging from “I’m bored let’s skip class” to “Oh my god Liz Allan is walking this way act cool.”

- Becoming VERY protective of the gang. A senior once tried to trick Peter on Senior Prank Day and you stared him down until the poor guy ran away. 

- Finding out Peter’s parents died and he lives with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

~ Growing to love May like a mother and always hanging out at the Parker residence. 

- Freshman year ends with a bang. (No seriously like a fifth of the kids “do the do” on the last day IN SCHOOL and it’s kinda gross.)

- Uncle Ben dies and you stay at Peter’s apartment for a week to keep him company, not knowing he blames himself for Uncle Ben’s death. Peter never told you how Uncle Ben died but you refrained from asking. 

- Spiderman makes headlines as the new crime fighting vigilante and captures your interest. 

- You were walking home from an internship a Stark Industries™ and saw your favorite bookstore being robbed. For some stupid reason you decided to delay the robbers until the cops could arrive. 

~ “HEY UGLY! Considering the fact that you’re a criminal, I don’t think you’d be too smart-so why are ya looting a book store?”

~ Realizing the guy has two other friends and the only thing that goes through your mind is “oh shit.”

- A bigger guy holds the knife to your throat and keeps you hostage until Spiderman swings through the window to help. 

~ Him taking down all the bad guys except the one who is holding you at knife point. 

~ “Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her faster than you can say Spiderman. Now let go of my buddies, leave the cash on the ground and I’ll give her ba-”

~ You kick the robber in the crotch and knock him to the ground, grabbing his knife and pointing it at him. 

~ “You know you should really keep the monologue short if ya want to get away. Just saying.”

- Spiderman being in awe at what you did.

~ “How did you-He just-You took down a guy with a knife!” 

- Rushing home to find Peter pacing around, waiting for you.

~ “You tried to stop a robbery?”

“How did you-”

“It was-uh… on the news?”

- You dismissed the nervous tone to his voice. The two of you ended up pretending not to cuddle on the couch, even though Peter’s arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder.

- The rest of the summer went quickly, the only eventful thing being your promotion at Stark Industries™ from unpaid intern to lab assistant. 

Pick Up Lines (Spideypool Quick Fic)

So this… this got ridiculous lol
For my anon prompt: is that a phone in your back pocket because your ass is calling me

Peter is Andrew Garfield/ Wade is Ryan Reynolds
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“Hey did it hurt?”

“Huh?” Peter looked up from brushing the dirt off his suit to see Deadpool peering down at him from the fire escape in the dirty alley.

“Oh. Hey Wade. Did what hurt? Oh the–” he motioned to his dirty suit. “Just took a tumble through a construction yard chasing someone. No biggie.”

“No, I meant did it hurt when you fell from Heaven.” Wade corrected, leering at Spider-Man from behind his mask.

“Good grief.” Peter muttered and turned away. “Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me and drop terrible pick up lines?”

Well.” Wade dropped onto the ground next to him. “I’d definitely have something better to do if you’d go out with me.”

“I told you no dates.” Peter said firmly. “My identity is very inportant to me, and you need to respect that. Besides–” and now he was grateful his mask covered his blush. “–besides you just like me because I’m covered in spandex.”

“I resent that!” Wade sounded horrified. “While I will admit to staring for hours at your…at your….” his head tilted to the side exaggeratedly, dropping to stare at Peter’s ass. “Sorry, what was I saying?”

“You were agreeing that we’d never date.” Peter said firmly, and shot a web towards the sky, shooting up and out of the alley before Deadpool could say anything else.

“Damn.” He chuckled and scratched at his head. “Spidey playing hard to get.”
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Wade landed with a thump on the roof next to Peter and tossed him a chimi.

“Thank god.” Peter mumbled and shoved his mask up to just above his nose so he could eat. “Thank you so much.”

“No worries.” Wade lifted his own mask to take a bite of his food, and Peter made sure not to look. He didn’t ever look, knowing that if Wade thought for one second that he was staring, the mask would come down and this relaxed moment between them would end.

They were happening more and more– post patrol, both of them starving after a night of fighting crime. Wade usually disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with food and they would sit and eat together before going their separate ways.

It was nice, for all of Wade’s bluster and bullshit, he actually enjoyed the early morning quiet like this. Both fully in their suits, both still coming down from the high of fighting… just hanging out watching the sun rise.

It was… nice.

And Peter wasn’t going to do anything to spoil it.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade said casually inbetween bites of food.

“What now?” Peter asked, confused.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade reached into the bag next to him and threw a giant handful of white packets in Peter’s face.

“What the–damn it Wade!” Peter pushed them off his legs. “Why are you throwing sugar at—”

Wade started laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Peter finally asked and Wade laughed harder. “Are you kidding me with this?”

“Aw, come on sugar!” Wade made kissy faces at him and Peter just rolled his eyes.
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Something For You

Hi babes! This is a Peter Parker fluff (that starts out smutty) about the reader trying to uncover Spider-Man’s secret identity after he protects her from some creeps one night while she crushes on Peter at school! I hope you like it!

Something For You

When Peter was in her room, even the air felt different. It felt like a fleecy blanket against her skin, all heavy, warm and at times, suffocating. Whatever pieces of fabric that Peter had yet to tear away from her body, she despised. She wanted to take it all off while his head rested against her clavicle, his hair tickling the crook of her neck while he pressed dulcet kisses across her collarbone.

    When her grip tightened around his hips, Peter would hitch her legs just a bit higher and his T-shirt would be tossed carelessly to the floor. Her favorite noise would forevermore be the creaks of her headboard smacking against her bedroom wall when their movements became even more erratic, and the little whines that left Peter’s throat when she scratched her nails softly down his bare back, and through his hair. The worships he whispered against her bare skin weren’t half bad either.

    The saltiness that came in with Peter when he slipped through her window rubbed into her flesh as their bodies twisted together. Splotches of cherry spilled across the floral expanse of her sheets, but she was too caught up with how low Peter’s kisses were dropping to even think about minding.

    Just as Peter’s kiss dropped to her inner thighs and her head dipped back, with her eyes clamped shut, a blaring alarm blasted through her phone’s speakers, halting her dream right then and there. She could’ve screamed in anguish. It was the third time her dreams of Peter had been interrupted by her alarm.

    Pulling her body from the plush confines of her bed, her shaky legs walked her down the hallway to prepare for the impending school day. Peter would be there, with his messy hair and kind, brown eyes. If she had any hopes of making her dream a reality, she’d better tame the mess atop her head that she called hair.

    As soon as she came back to her room and shut her door, and glanced over to her window, smiling when she’d come across another, not-so-anonymous gift webbed to her window.

    About a month or so ago, the famous Spider-Man had saved her from the gruesome clutches of a few creeps as she was walking home from her friends house. Instead of leaving her on the ground after he’d fought them off, he had curled an arm around her waist and used his webs to help her make it home safely. Ever since then, sometimes he would leave small gifts tacked outside her window.

    This morning, he had pasted a postcard with a photo of Gustav Klimt’s, ‘The Kiss,’ to her window. A smile graced her lips as she retrieved it, turning it over to see if he had left her a note. In the messiest handwriting the girl had ever come across, Spider-Man had scribbled,

You know who I am, smart girl. Think.

    It had been a running joke between the pair. As soon as he had dropped her off and was waiting to ensure that she made it in alright, she had turned on her heel swiftly and claimed that she recognized his voice. She had heard it somewhere before, she was positive, she just couldn’t place it. Now, Spider-Man seemed to tease her about it every chance he got.

    Taping the postcard above her bed, the girl went about her morning, rushing to make sure that she wasn’t late her first period of the day.

    Peter Parker, on the other hand, was more than alright with skipping his first period. On accident, he had dozed off, leaned against her window pane when he went to drop off ‘The Kiss.’ She had merely looked so peaceful, swaddled in her pink bedspread, and Peter craved that level of calm. He’d do anything to replace her pink sheets, to hold her close to him at night for warmth instead.

    Practically falling through his front door, Peter dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom. He decided that if he slept through his first two periods, he would have time to arrive to school early where he’d run into her in the hallway, and maybe, if he could somehow plunk up the courage, he could walk her to their shared English class.

    Their interactions had been sparse. Peter had held the door for her every chance he got, nodding his head and blushing when she’d thank him, a rosy tint spilling across her cheeks as well. She had helped him gather his papers when Flash had knocked them out of his hands numerous times, once even telling him that he was smart when she had spotted one of his physics test scores.

    Although, the best interaction that they had ever had was when Peter caught her when she tripped on the stairs. It was within days of him getting bit by the spider, and he was hurrying down the steps while she was rushing up. Peter couldn’t even think of how she took such a nasty spill going upstairs, but before she had the chance to hit the floor, she was wrapped up in Peter’s arms, clutching his jacket with her eyes squeezed shut. She was braced for the impact that never came, and instead, she found herself with her cheek pressed into Peter’s chest.

    “Shit, are you alright?” Peter questioned, pulling away to inspect her for any signs of damage. Up close, she was even prettier. She had the love of Aphrodite in her eyes, and when she spoke, not even Tchaikovsky’s music could match the loveliness of her voice.

    “Oh gosh, Peter, M’so sorry! I almost took you down too, I’m so sorry!” One of her hands was placed in front of her mouth, while the other grabbed for his hand. “Thank you so much for not letting me fall, I’m literally a walking disaster waiting to happen.”

    Peter chuckled, shaking his head and moving his fingers to smooth over the back of her hand, “don’t worry about it, couldn’t just let you fall.” They shifted, each preparing to head in towards their differing locations, “just be careful, yeah? Don’t want you getting hurt.”

    She raised her eyebrows, the softness of his laugh reminding her of someone that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, “you’re one to talk,” motioning to his bruises law and bloody lip, “maybe you should be careful too?”

    They smiled at each other one last time before heading to their classrooms, but they lingered in each other’s minds for the rest of the day, week and ongoing months. Bashfulness plagued them both, because they hadn’t had a real conversation since then.

    When Peter finally awoke from his nap and had made his way to school, he tried to wander the hallway slowly, doing his best to seek her out. He doubted that he would have the courage to talk to her, but Peter would’ve settled for walking behind her. Her hair was so shiny that it would glimmer in the light, she smelled like vanilla and honey, and her bum wasn’t half bad to look at either.

    He waited for her until the first late bell rang, and a few moments before the second rang, Peter had been shooed off to class by one of his other teachers. He looked for her once he was seated, thinking it was possible that he’d missed her in the hall, but he couldn’t spot her in class either.

    About twenty minutes into the class, she slipped quietly inside, slinking to the back of the room, a few desks behind Peter. He could hear soft sniffles and trembling breaths. At this point, Peter figured out that she was crying. She was late to class because she was crying.

    It took everything in Peter to not go to her, get down on his knees, and kiss her tears away. He went out to fight bad guys on a daily basis in a city that wouldn’t ever be without crime, but Peter hadn’t ever felt so useless. Peter would’ve done anything to stop her tears. As soon as the class was over, she rushed out before a word between them was shared.

    At lunch, Peter walked past her and her friend’s table and overhead her tearfully explaining how awful a boy she had been tutoring had been to her. Peter decided that Spider-Man would be leaving her a gift that night.

    When the sun finally rose the next morning, the girl awoke to a bouquet of red tulips resting against her windowpane, along with a torn-out book page with a highlighted passage that read, “She had a kind heart, though that is not of much use when it comes to the matter of self-preservation.” The closer she looked at the tulips, she saw that Spider-Man had stuck a folded up note into the flower’s paper. It said,

The bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald.

    Moving the flowers into a vase, she trekked down to her local library to check out the very book.

    Moving through the hallway with his head ducked down, Peter crashed into her the next day at school. She was clutching a copy of ‘The Bookstore’ and a nearly empty coffee cup in her hands and blinked up at him in surprise.

    “Peter,” the girl questioned, holding an arm to his chest to steady him, “you seem sleepier than normal today.” Her eyes widened and she took a desperate sip to finish off her coffee, “not that I’m staring at you, ever, or anything. We just have, you know, classes and stuff together.” She felt blush spreading like wildfire throughout her entire body and she shook her head at herself. Leave it to her to let the boy she liked know that she was not only going to bump into him every other day, but that she was also a complete creep who couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

    Peter smiled at her, “late night.” He wished that she would go back to nervously rambling, she looked awfully cute doing so. He tapped the cover of the book that rested in her hands, “I like her stuff, she’s very good. How far are you in?”

    “Only the first few chapters, my history exam had me up all night too.” She raised her coffee to her lips once more, taking a slow sip and licking the lid for any caffine that could’ve escaped her body before tossing it into the garbage can.

    She and Peter exchanged goodbyes and went through their separate schedules, both doing their best to create a conversation starter for the next day. Peter, taking full advantage of his secret identity, decided that Spider-Man would pay her a visit later on in the night. She seemed to enjoy the masked superheroes’ company, and Peter pondered that it was better he have her in secret than to not have her at all. He remained oblivious to the fact that at lunchtime, she had decoded bits and pieces of the mystery surrounding Spider-Man.

    It had clicked in her head just as she had sat down at her table and reopened ‘The Bookshop.’ Peter had cuts all over his face, bruises scattered across his body, not to mention he seemed familiar with the book in which Spider-Man had left her a passage from. Beyond that, when the pair had shared an art class, Peter had been so found of Klimt’s painting that he produced his own spin on the artwork. When Peter laughed, it was too eerily familiar to Spider-Man’s for her to let it go. The girl decided that tonight would be the night that she would stay up and wait for him.

    Peter wandered the skies, taking the long way back to where she lived. He’d only visit her after 4 a. m. because one night, Peter had stopped in at 2 in the morning and she was still up and flipping through pages of a novel that he couldn’t identify. When he perched on her windowsill, digging through his backpack to find the sonnet that he was going to web to her window, he found her sitting up in bed, and looking straight at him.

    The girl rushed forward, and motioned for Peter to lean back so she could open her window without nailing him in the face with the corner of her window. “Good morning,” she started, taking the boy she hoped and prayed was Peter Parker and pulling him through her window and into her bedroom. “Ask me who I think you are,” a smile teasing her mouth.

    Peter gulped, but decided to play along. “Who do you think I am?”

    “I think that you’re Peter Parker.” The girl said, leaning up on her tiptoes just as Peter glided his hands across her back to take a firm hold of her waist.

    Before he could over think it, Peter yanked off his mask, meeting her gaze full on, “I’m not sure you’re right, miss.” She knew and she didn’t seem disappointed, in fact, she seemed to be angling her lips towards his own, so Peter felt that it would be okay to tease her. He couldn’t get his brain to form anything other than a sarcastic sentence so he figured that he should just go with it.

    “You were looking for something,” she asked him, so close now that Peter could feel the heat of her breath on his jawline.

‘Shy love, I think of you

As the morning air brushes the window pane,

And how much time of all it takes to know

The movement of your arm, the steps you take,

The curves along your head, your ears, your hair.

For all of this, each hand, each finger,

Each lip, each breath, each sigh,

Each word and sound of voice of tongue,

I would require an age to contemplate.

But for your heart, your mind, you thoughts, all these,

To love them all I need at least five centuries.’

    “I do love Shakespeare,” the girl breathed before Peter crashed his lips down upon her own.


Day Five | Part 5

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

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these past few days! Part four can be found here.


You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself, but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter, that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.

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Caring | Peter Parker

requested: yes

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: really short of peter putting you to bed after you go to a party and get drunk

warnings: mention of alcohol? super fluff?
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You stumbled back into your room and shit the door behind you. You closed your eyes and leant against it, the world spinning.

“Hey” peter called. Your eyes snapped open. He was sitting at the edge of your bed in his normal jeans and t-shirt. He smiled and looked at you confused.
“Peter, oh my god, what are you doing here?” You said trying to walk over to him but tripping and falling instead. Peter jumped up from your bed immediately and over to you sprawled on the carpet hysterically laughing.
“are you……. drunk?” Peter asked, trying to grab your waist to haul you to your bed. Your heeled boots were not helping him in any way.
“weeeeeeeeeeeeell” you giggled, throwing your arms around peter to make it easier for him to drop you on the bed. You plopped on the bed with a content smile, face forward. Peter sighed and sat next to you. He stared at your sloppy smile looking at him and he felt his heart crack.
“How?” He asked sounding considerably concerned. “Well I finally said I’d go to what’s her faces party annnnnnnnnd she had free drinks annnnnnnd they were really really yummy” you whispered, reaching up and flicking peters nose. He smiled and cocked his head.
“Well, I think you need to sleep this off” he said slowly standing up, as if realizing where he was and who he was with.
“No!” You yelled and pulled his hand and body back down to the bed. “I need you to help me get ready for bed, because I think the walls and floor just switched” you laughed flipping onto your back. peter rolled his eyes and helped you up.

Fast forward through peter taking off your boots and sloppily wiping your makeup for you. When you changed into your pjs you trotted into your bathroom shouting in a drunk goofy way about him not looking through the door with his X-ray vision. He replied with a stupid joke about him not having x ray vision. However without his help you took 15 minutes trying to put on shorts but prevailed eventually.

You slipped into the bed and peter sat next to you, shifting uncomfortably.
“I think I should be going now, aunt may must be freaking out, it’s nearly 2.” He sighed and stood up.
“Peter” you called. He turned around and raised an eyebrow
“Why’d you come?” You whispered, finally sounding sober.
“I had something I wanted you tell you” his voice was quiet and you could see a blush grow on his cheeks.
“What was it?” You asked. He looked down and put both his hands in his pockets. When he looked up again his face was unreadable.
“I’ll tell you some other time” he smiled and disappeared through your door.

Chance Encounters (Peter Parker)

Summary / Request: “Hiii, how are you? Could you do a[n] imagine with spiderman (tom)? (Y/N) fathers works in shield and she is familiar with all the avengers, and she goes to the [same] school as peter. She is very brave and smart, and they both fall in love and start dating” / The day Y/N and Peter meet and the day Y/N confesses her feelings for him.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun

fluff

requested: anon

word count: 1454

Originally posted by juliechavira

With so many wonders to explore in Manhattan, Y/N always finds a way to Stark Tower. The building blends in with the concrete jungle of the city, but because of the distinguishing architecture and being a home of heroes she could not help to gravitate towards it. Luckily with her father working closely with The Avengers, Y/N often joins him on meetings just to have the opportunity to be in the tower. Over time Y/N befriended The Avengers to where she can stop in unannounced no problem. Though ever since the accords tore a rift between the heroes, Tony requested for Y/N to not visit until three months later, and she was asked to come back and catch up.

After many visits to Stark Tower, Y/N always, and will always be in awe of the exalted building. Before entering, taking a step back to admire it once more, focusing in on the details and away from the buzz of the crowd, she hears the click of a camera.

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Special Juice| Tom Holland One Shot

Requested: no, just inspired by the time where Tom got his juice during an interview because he gets cranky without sugar.

Rating: PG-13 mild swearing, that’s pretty much it.

Summary: when Tom leaves his juice in the hotel, it’s up to you to save the day this time.

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“Where the fuck…” Tom’s voice trailed off as he searched through his bag, his head hurt because of how tired he was and the lights of the room were hurting his eyes. All he wanted was some sugar, even a little bit to wake himself up so he would at least seem likable during the interview. This would have been a simple request to meet himself, if his bottle of juice was in his bag like he thought it was. Only now was he realizing that he’d left if in the counter of the hotel where he and YN were staying while in the city. He sighed loudly.

He hated to be a bratty, almost-child star who wouldn’t operate without accommodations, but he was so damn tired. He picked up his phone, that he actually managed to remember on his rushed way out of the hotel, and began to dial your number. It rang at least 6 times before he hung up.

“Damn it, YN.” he muttered quietly, his voice carrying a bit of a whining quality. He rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone. You were probably still sleeping. He decided to keep trying. He sent a string of texts that read:
“Hey YN”

“Are you still sleeping”

“Could you please wake up now you beautiful, wonderful, best person I know??”

“This is stupid but I left my juice on the counter can you bring it to me I’m already at the building for the interview I’ll send you the address!”

“I’ll pay for your lyft ride just please bring it to me?”

“YNNNN I am soooo tired without it you know what I’m like without sugar this early don’t do this to meeeee”

“Please come save the dayyyy”

“Come through YNNNNNN”

It was turning into a very one sided conversation of texts. He tried to call you a few, maybe a few too many times, before finally he heard the dreaded ringing stop and your groggy voice answer the phone.

“Tom? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you calling so many times is it an emergency? Is everyone okay, should I go to a hospital?”

Tom instantly was met with a wave of guilt that washed over him completely as he struggled to calm you down. “No, YN– princess, just calm down everyone is okay, I’m okay, I’m so sorry to worry you, I just…"He had never felt so stupid in his life. "I just, need my juice, it’s on the counter…” There was dead silence between them over the line. Finally you spoke.“Are you shitting me?” He could hear how tired you were, he could practically see your messy hair and pajamas.Tom held back a laugh, you always cursed more when you were tired, especially when you’d been woken up. He paused. “No, would you please bring it? I texted you the address!”

He could almost see YN’s face as she pulled they phone from her face to check her inbox. “Tom, honey, when you text someone this many times, and leave this many voicemails when there’s not a legitimate emergency, it often comes across as uncalled for.” Her voice was laced heavily with sarcasm. “Okay, fine, I’ll bring ur dumb juice I’ll let you know when I get there.”

Tom now felt a level of gratefulness he’d never experienced in his life. “Thank you, YNNN, I promise I’ll make it up to youuu!” He tried to make himself sound endearing. YN nodded, not thinking about how Tom couldn’t see it before she hung up. Tom did a happy dance and sat down to not so patiently wait for you to come.
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YN never came.
At least, not in time for Tom to get his juice before warily checking his phone for the billionth time before sitting down and handing off his phone to Mackie, begging his friend to promise to look out for a call from YN. Mackie agreed and pushed Tom gently in the direction of the interviewing chairs, one already filled with a co-star.

Tom sat down and tried to act more awake than he felt, his attention perked when he saw YN walk into the room, hundreds of feet away from where he sat, he saw her hand off a bag to Mackie, and find a place to sit.

Mackie walked closer and closer to where Tom sat, and made a few jokes about interrupting the interview and how Tom needed his juice. It felt like an eternity before Tom reached for his green cup, only to shake it and realize that it was empty. His heart sank. “It’s empty,” he looked to Mackie, disappointed. “Check the bottom.” His friend advised and he did. There on the bottom of his cup was a yellow sticky note with YN’s handwriting.

“This is for waking me up and making me panic. xoxo YN”

When Tom looked up, Mackie was already handing him a clear bottle, on clearly filled with his juice. Tom could already see the yellow corner of another note.

“But here’s your dumb juice because I love you, have fun interviewing :) xoxo YN”.

Tom grinned and could see you intently watching from the other side of the room. Mackie laughed and was already explaining to everyone what had happened.

Everyone was laughing and Tom couldn’t care less, all he cared about was how cute the notes were, and of course, that he finally had his juice.

Better This Way (Chapter Two)

Well— Wade finds out Peter is an Omega. That’s all I’m going to say lol

Thanks so much for all the love on this fic so far! I tagged everyone who showed interest in Chapter One, as well as those who messaged me so if you need to be TAKEN OFF/ ADDED TO the list, hit up my ask box, that’s the best way to make sure I remember since I don’t always remember to check comments before posting. Also I tried to tag several people and couldnt for some reason (sorry) and also sorry if you were tagged twice!

Excited to hear what you guys think!

For New Readers– My Spideypool Is Andrew G./Ryan Reynolds.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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Peter had set out early tonight, heading across the city to think through a few things that had been on his mind lately.

And by a few things, he meant Deadpool. Specifically Deadpool. Only Deadpool.

Their patrol last night, where the little girl had almost died– it had shaken Peter to his core and Deadpool had stepped up to comfort him. Sure it had been an odd sort of comfort that involved sexual innuendos and rampant teasing… but the Alpha hadn’t just left. Hadn’t just shrugged off the emotions and moved on. And Deadpool didn’t know that Peter was just as susceptible, if not more susceptible, as the Alpha was to the fear and panic pouring off the people they saved. He didn’t know Peter felt every pulse of hormones or pheremones and had to force himself not to react to every emotion from everyone every time he interrupted a crime.

He also didn’t know that Peter could read every emotion coming from him, every time his confidence wavered, every time a flash of fear ran through him. Peter was well aware the Alpha was only about half as brave and maybe three quarters as reckless as he pretended to be.

And last night when Peter had been so upset, waves of empathy, comfort, security had rolled off the Alpha in waves and Peter had wanted to sit there for hours and soak it up.

And when the security had changed to interest…well Peter had wanted to soak that up for hours too.

But Deadpool was sure his Friendly Neighborhood Spider Man was just his Friendly Neighborhood Beta, so any of that was just… off the table. Most Alphas only hooked up with Betas, saving their mating bonds and love for Omegas. And Peter couldn’t just hook up– not without exposing his Omega biology, and not without getting his heart broken.

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Different (Tom Holland x Reader)

Summary: You run in to Tom (literally) at San Diego Comic-Con as he’s heading to a panel, soon finding out that celebrities aren’t as different as they seem.
Requested: Nope
Word count: 2020
A/N: So I wrote this and absolutely hated it, but one of my friends read it and seeing her reaction in person made me realize it wasn’t so bad. She continued to encourage me to post it, and what better day than on Tom’s birthday? Hope y'all enjoy!

Please do not copy, repost, or take credit for any of my writing without contacting and receiving my consent beforehand. Thank you.


As you made your way through the crowd at San Diego Comic Con, looking for a familiar face, or a booth that held interesting merch, you ran into someone. It’s wasn’t a little bump into them or anything either, you full on ran into each other, your face directly into his chest, and your few papers on the ground.

“I’m so sor-” you began to say, when you realized who it was, and you stared at him, awestruck.

“No, really, I’m the one who should be sorry, I was the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

You bent down to pick up the papers you had dropped, and stood back up to face him, suddenly shy. You didn’t miss the brief moment he took to check you out, and you could feel the temperature in the already hot and humid room somehow rising even more, as a blush rose to your face.

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Love Inversion Theory II

First!

Originally posted by dayaholics

A/N: I hope you all like! Next one will be more eventful :) this chapter consists mostly of Peter realizing things on his own


“So, are you going to talk to me or am I going to be victim to your ‘method acting’ all day?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course not,” he said around a thoughtful chew of breakfast food. His voice wavered and he was just barely able to catch the American accent in time. “You can tell me what’s up, you know,” you say comfortingly. Your hand moved up his thigh in a loving way rather than a sexy way. “Just nervous,” Peter managed to say after swallowing his food. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t,” you laughed, smoothing out a napkin on the table. “After all, this movie-it’s just still a giant ‘wow, what?’ in my brain. I guess for you it’s like that times a billion.”

Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, of course.” What the hell is she talking about? 

You stood up a few moments later. “I have a present for you,” you randomly declared. “But it might take around fifteen minutes to get a hold of. Will you be alright here while I step out for a bit?”

The clothes which you bore didn’t fall under typical [Y/n] standards. These were more revealing. The top dipped down your neckline and showed more cleavage than you usually did. You looked gorgeous-of course, because when do you not?-but different. 

“No, yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter assured you, raising his arms over his head. Every move he made was an attempted relaxed and natural looking one. You gave him a double glance before shrugging. “Okay,” you smiled. “I will be back as soon as possible so don’t freak out. Oh! And your mom texted me. One, she’s a bit too pleased to see any pictures of us out together and a bit not too pleased with the ‘Tomdaya’ rumors. She makes a lot of marriage comments about us…”

You looked at him for a lingering couple of seconds, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something.

“Oh. I’ll-I’ll tell her right away to stop that. You know my moooooum.” He inwardly cringed at the slip up.

You tilted your head back in surprise. “What?”

“My mum. Gotta love ‘er,” Peter chuckled, pointing his fingers at you like guns. You popped your lips. “Okay. Well like I said I’ll just be out for a little bit…be careful.”

“You too,” he called after your retreating figure. 

Click. The door shut and Peter stared at it for a minute to ensure you wouldn’t come back. When he deemed it safe, he stood up abruptly. “What the hell?! Where’s the suit, where is my suit?!” He clamored over open suitcases and random assortments of furniture and flung a closet door open. Empty. 

Well, empty except for a gray hoodie. Peter pulled that on without really thinking about it then began to pace. 

[Y/n]. Tom. British? Someone’s mom. Waffles. 

Those were the only words that flew around his brain. He had to calm down, and soon. There wasn’t time to panic!

You telling him his mother texted threw him off guard since his parents had been dead for over half his life. He hardly remembered what it was like to have a mom. There had only ever been May and up until a few years ago, Ben. 

There was a laptop positioned neatly on the nightstand. Peter sighed in deep relief before opening it. 

The prompt for a password appeared on the screen and on impulse, he typed in the first dessert he shared with you. It opened. How convenient, he thought bitterly. Okay, Apple, time to not fail me with your pitiful excuse for a default browser.

(Safari was for losers. He firmly believe that, being an avid Google user and all.)

“Okay…uhm. Peter Parker,” Peter said his search out loud. You said something about the name, but not in the way he would have liked. You said it almost as if Peter wasn’t an actual person. 

“Wha…?”

‘Peter Parker (Earth-616), Marvel Database-Fandom Powered. Peter Benjamin Parker was born in Queens to Richard and Mary Par-’

He leaned away from the screen, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It wouldn’t surprise him. 

He scrolled down. 

There was a youtube link to some video titled ‘Peter Parker vs Flash basketball scene.’ Uhm. Yeah. Okay. 

Watching the video was a total waste of two minutes. Sort of. The school was, unnervingly, called Midtown. But its layout was definitely not his Midtown high. 

And that ‘Parker’ kid-not Peter. What the hell was up with that Flash person? Is this some elaborate joke? 

If so, Peter wasn’t understanding the punchline. If someone were to go to such lengths, why would they have someone who looked nothing like Flash Thompson be ‘Flash.’

The ‘up next’ logo was flashing to yet another video titled ‘Peter Parker vs. Flash.’ 

“These guys look nothing like me-!” Peter suddenly exclaimed mid way through the video. Some red headed girl was asking someone named Harry to help ‘Peter’ and Peter-the actual, real one-was not amused. 

“That guy looks nothing like Flash!” And Flash and I have never even fought like that. What is this, some cheesy high school movie? Maybe the names are a coincidence. He angrily paused the video, not wishing to hear it or watch it anymore. There was a few more movie clips-some media footage of Captain America and Tony Stark (that wasn’t new) but there was a thumbnail that caught Peter’s attention. 

It was a picture of him, sitting in his old room at the old complex and May used to live in. 

The video’s title read “Tony Stark Recruits Peter Parker | “Responsibility” Civil War Scene Full HD | Tom Holland.”

Okay, what the fuck. 

Tom-isn’t that what you were insisting Peter’s name was ever since he woke up? Tom Holland.

He warily watched the video. It all consisted of that one day Tony Stark decided to waltz in and recruit him. 

Only this video, it wasn’t from the point of view of Peter or Tony. It was a third person view, as if the camera person was filming it like a movie. Peter somehow thought he would remember another person recording from all different angles. 

With a knot in his stomach, he read through the comments:

Usernames like  “Parker Peter” or “Spider-Dork” just existed, and they all commented on this one video. 

“Tom Holland,” one comment read, “is the best Spider-Man!”

Another read: “Tom is the best” 

“Peter is such a daddy”

“Tom is so hot ugh”

“Tom Holland…the love of my life, more like”

“Tobey Maguire did better”

“Am I the only one who misses Andrew Garfield?” followed by a long string of replies:

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Nope”

“Wow what about Bucky no one ever gives him any love”

“YEp! I LOVE TOM HOLLAND I DON’T NEED ANDREW ANYMORE”

Peter stared at the comments with his mouth dropped open. The suggested videos to the side were all of “Captain America: Civil War” or “Spider-Man: Homecoming OFFICIAL trailer.”

It made him nauseous, so that with shaking hands, he opened up a new tab and typed in the name “Tom Holland.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned when new articles popped up. “What the fu-is that MICHELLE?! Am I dating Michelle?!” Indeed, there were articles headlined with things like ‘Tom Holland and Zendaya are dating!’  He scrolled away from that, not enjoying to feeling that one headline called Tom Holland a ‘cheater’ and accusing him of ‘dumping famed young adult author and girlfriend of three years, [Y/n] [L/n] for Spidey co-star, Zendaya.’ Another was labeled ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming opens for the first time tonight! We’re all excited-find out why!’

Peter finally found a wiki page and reluctantly clicked. The profile photo was of him, but not a photo he remembered taking.

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat and read aloud to himself “Thomas Stanley Holland, born the first of June in 1996, is an English actor and dancer. Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe-”

Oh fuck. 


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@literallykaylenn@tomxhotland@@manyfandomstohandle@negasonicteenagemess@theweaknessstories @ruefulposts @roseytom@kent-mcfuller-is-life @t4rt-deco  @the-mormon-girl-in-the-books @@fly-like-a-grayson

Sources

Vid One-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcGHKrh8J8I

Vid Two-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWCi9Bxu1pk

Vid Three-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DESwBLlniCg

Tom Holland Wiki-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Holland_(actor)

***any usernames/comments shown in the fic are not real-any similarities are pure coincidence. I own nothing and no one, except for this fic idea***

One More Time (Peter Parker x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Hi I was hoping you could write something angsty where the reader is a SHIELD agent and they are assigned to work with the avengers but then they put her with Peter Parker/Spider-Man and theres awkwardness and beef between the two because they were once close childhood friends or something and they ended on bad terms (romantically and something bad happened to them) and they work things out and ending is fluffy. Sorry if this is a lot to work with, but if u do it it would really make my day.

A/N: ngl, I kinda stole an idea/plot point from tasm2 but y’all will see; it’s divided in 2 parts, 1st part in Peter’s POV and the 2nd in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner thoughts!! (also, Y/S/T means your skin tone, fyi) hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1260


Part One:

No. Fricking. Way. It can’t be her, right? Peter’s mind was racing as he watched the SHIELD agent standing at the front of the conference room. Her (Y/H/C) hair was long, tied back into a high ponytail. Her (Y/S/T) skin looked like it was…glowing. She had changed so much since the last time Peter saw her. If that’s her. Peter snapped out of his daze when Bucky called his name from behind.

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Someone You Like

Originally posted by tompollander

A/N: I mentally sobbed while typing this, this is adorable and i probably should focus on my school work now whoops. Leave any requests in my messages or asks !

Prompt: based off the song “Someone You Like” by The Girl And The Dreamcatcher, with ramblings from Tom’s mind, then the reader’s mind, then ends with Tom’s again.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: adorable, the fluffiest, you will probably cry at how cute this is


“I saw you with that ribbon in your hair
Think that I began to stare
Maybe I’ll love you for a while”

There she was. The girl I always see in the same coffee shop every day. With that adorable thin blue ribbon in her hair. Every time I come in and see her, I stare until she leaves. Sounds kinda creepy, but she’s beautiful. If it’s possible, I  feel like I’ve fallen in love. One-sided love at first sight.

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anonymous requested: If you’re not busy being awesome, could you do a Cassian Andor one shot of being a fellow rebel captain and his good friend who is undercover on a mission for a few months until Cassian and K2 come to the same planet for a different operation and accidentally blow her and while fighting their way off the planet they’re flirting/bantering (which K2 finds inappropriate for the situation) and while on the ship back to Yavin the reader is patching up Cassian and they end up together?!
alright, you guys finally pressured me into making a masterlist post! reminder, the main masterlist ( here ) is still and will always be there, but this one is just a tad more share-able(?). if any of you even want to share this trash lmao.

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#8 - “I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” PART TWO (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: You make an attempt to guilt-trip your boyfriend into telling you the truth about his superhero identity after he lied to you about it last week. What happens next is meta.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Yep!

Warnings: Guilt-tripping, mentions to guilt.

A/N: I am so glad you guys liked the first part to this imagine. I had so much fun writing it, as I did with this second part, so I hope you love this one just as much!

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PART ONE

Peter flicks through his chemistry textbook as you lie watching the television in front of you. You feel as though he’s only here to say that he’s seen you, and perhaps that’s your fault. Ever since you were discharged from hospital, things have just been difficult for you. You’ve been told you can’t go back to school until the doctor tells you it’s okay to do so, and your parents have pretty much put you under house arrest. It makes seeing Peter and your friends a little more difficult, and it gives you way too much time to think; time to think about all of the little white lies Peter has told you in the past; time to think about how you knew there was something fishy was going on but you were too much of a push-over to call him out for it; time to think about how your boyfriend used your injury and fear to manipulate you into believing you “imagined” things.

You’re struggling to forgive him for lying to you, but the problem is, he doesn’t know that you know he’s lying to you. And even if you told him you know, he would yet again tell you you’re just confused, shooting you down once again. You don’t know much about relationships and how they’re supposed to work, but you’re sure this isn’t it.

“…do you think Spider-Man has a girlfriend?” You suddenly question, deciding that after a week of asking him if he was Spider-Man is long enough before you can mention him again.

Peter takes his attention away from his book for a moment and looks at you, before narrowing his eyes in response. “How am I supposed to know?”

You shrug, “I wasn’t asking if you knew, I was asking if you thought he had a girlfriend. There is a difference.”

“Well, do you?” He responds, throwing the question over to you to answer.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I hope so, but I hope she’s nice. He doesn’t deserve someone who…well, who wasn’t nice?”

“I’m sure his girlfriend is lovely, if he has one.” Peter replies without taking his eyes away from his textbook.

You bite your lip, hoping to get a little more out of him. Whilst a large part of you knows he is lying to you, there is still that small part of you that wants to believe what he told you is true – that you were just hallucinating. It wouldn’t be so unbelievable…but, him being Spider-Man would make so much more sense to you, and that’s something you can’t ignore.

“I hope he isn’t lying to her though.” You continue, watching Peter’s reaction.

His eyes lift from the page he is reading and focus on the floor in front of him, indicating that he’s trying to think really carefully about what he says next.

“I’m sure whatever decisions he makes in his life, he is making them because he thinks they’re the right ones.” He reassures.

“But what if they’re not the right decisions?” You push.

He still refuses to look at you, but you can tell by the way he’s biting his lip that he’s growing slightly irritated.

“I mean, having a boyfriend that lies about anything is bad enough…but finding out he’s lying about being a superhero? That’s even worse, don’t you think? I mean, it’s HUGE.” You deliberately pressure him, “…it’s definitely means for a break up.”

His body suddenly jolts as he places his text book on his lap and gazes at the wall ahead of him, “You think so?”

“Yeah!” You say enthusiastically, trying to sound as subtle as possible. “I mean, say, you were Spider-Man like I thought you were in my confused state. I would want to know something like that.”

“You would?” He enquires, curiously, obviously playing with the idea of me knowing his secret.

You nod, “Totally. For a lot of reasons.”

You sit up carefully and face him, alerting him to pay attention to you.

“I mean, I would understand your hesitation to tell me would be because he would want to protect me. You know what they say, the more you know the more likely you’ll get hurt? I guess that would be the angle you’d be coming from, so I wouldn’t begrudge you of that.” You begin to explain, wanting him to know that if he does come clean to you, you will be more understanding than he might think. However, you don’t want him thinking that you’d just roll-over and accept his betrayal.

“But all it would really prove to me, is that you don’t really trust me as much as I thought, or that you don’t respect me or this relationship enough to share everything with me, you know? I am completely open and honest with you about everything because I feel totally comfortable and safe with you knowing everything there is to know about me, so it would be a massive slap in the face if you couldn’t do the same with me.”

You notice the expression on his face has gone from consideration to sadness, as if the thought of me thinking that he thinks that of me has hurt him. For all you feel bad, you need him to know this, because you also need him to know how you feel for him.

“But, I’d also want to know because I think Spider-Man’s awesome and he’s fought with the Avengers which makes him even more awesome!” You smile, deciding to put a light-hearted spin on the conversation. “Plus, I once saw this movie with Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone where Andrew’s character needed a cut on his chest bandaged so he went to Emma’s character to do it, and I just thought that was super cute and now I kinda want to do it in real-life!”

A small smile on his face appears. “But seeing as you’re not him and I would hate for you to get hurt like that – speaking from experience – I guess I’ll just have to give that one a miss, huh?”

He nods ever so slightly, as you give him a small peck on the lips, before flopping back down onto the sofa bed to watch some more television.

Peter goes back to reading through his textbook, but you can tell he’s feeling agitated as he can’t seem to sit still as he reads. Perhaps you went the wrong way about it, but you couldn’t think of another way. You’re pretty much confined to your house and your garden so you can’t go out looking for the answer, and you have no way of contacting Spider-Man himself, which is the only other way you could think of doing it.

A few moments pass, and you hear an unfamiliar ringtone go off. It’s a weird tune to a song you remember hearing in a film once, not that you can remember the name of the film or anything. Peter immediately jolts from his position and checks his phone, stopping the ringtone and shoving the phone back into his bag. He leaps up and begins scrambling his notes together, throwing them into his textbook and putting them in his backpack. You watch him, knowing why he is getting so flustered.

“Urgh…I…um…I gotta go.” He stutters.

You furrow your eyebrows, “So soon? You only just got here.”

“I know, babe, I know.” He coos, kissing my forehead. “But Aunt May’s been bugging me to do my chores since I got out of bed this morning. If I don’t go now she’s messaged me, she’ll skin me alive.”

“Slight exaggeration there, Peetie?” You grin.

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, look, I gotta go. See ya, love ya, bye!”

And with a slam of the door, he’s gone.

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“Are you just sleeping down here tonight?” Your Dad asks you before he leaves the room.

You nod, “If that’s okay?”

He smiles, “Of course, sweetie. Whatever makes my little angel happy.”

You smile back to him as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and leaves the room. You turn the volume down on the television knowing that your parents are on their way to bed, as you flick onto the news station to see today’s events.

“Spider-Man has stopped a bank robbery in Manhattan. The event unfolded late in the evening and took over an hour for the webbed wonder to get all of the hostages out of the building before chasing the suspects throughout the city. The suspects are now in police custody. Here’s Eddie with more.” You listen to the newsreader.

You sigh. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let this bring you down too much. You were sure that the conversation you had with Peter today would have been enough to encourage him to tell the truth, but seeing as he hasn’t done so, the relationship seems pretty much doomed. How are you meant to be with a guy who will lie to your face about something as big as this? You just don’t know if it’s possible anymore.

You switch the television off, and decide to read a book your mother got you from the store in the hospital. You normally do this when you’re beginning to wind down as reading before bed often tires you out more, but tonight you’re doing it because it’s easier for you to pretend to exist in the fictional world of the book than be slapped with the reality of existing in the real world.

You’re just about dropping off, when you’re startled by a knock on the door. You look at your phone and check the time: 11:56pm. Who the hell is knocking on the door at this time of night?

You climb out of the sofa bed, and you hear one of your parent’s moving around upstairs. “It’s okay, I’ll get it!!” You shout up, letting them know you’ll take care of it.

You turn the key in the lock and open the door. You stare back at the person looking back at you for a moment and convince yourself you must be dreaming. You’re still living in that fictional world. You close the door in their face.

It’s not until you take a few steps away from the door that you realise you aren’t dreaming. This is real, and that was Spider-Man at your front door. Your eyes widen for a moment, before you leap back to the door and re-open it. He’s still stood there, proudly in his suit, bunch of roses in-hand and backpack slung over his shoulders. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face as you stare back at him in awe.

“Who is it, sweetheart?” Your mom shouts downstairs.

Your instincts immediately kick in as you drag “Spider-Man” inside and push him into the living room, closing the door behind him. Your mom appears at the top of the stairs, “Who was it, sweetheart?”

You gulp, “Erm…no-one, it must have just been a kid thinking he was being funny. It’s okay, you can go back to bed. I’m fine.”

She looks at you suspiciously for a moment, before nodding. “Okay lovie, good night.”

“You too.”

The second you can no longer hear her footsteps on the floorboards above you, you return to your exciting visitor in the living room. His suit remains on and the roses are still in his hands, but his backpack is sitting on the floor at his feet. You look at him hopefully, wanting him to be the one to come out with what you’ve known since last week.

“I can explain.” He speaks sheepishly.

You shake your head, “Not yet.”

You approach him slowly, and stop when your faces are within just centimetres of each other. You reach your arms up to his shoulders and take hold of his mask. You gulp, taking a deep breath before lifting it ever so carefully. Your heart beats faster and faster the further you lift the mask off his head, and when those dreamy brown eyes stare back into yours, you can’t help but get a little teary-eyed. It takes just seconds after that to fully remove the mask from his head, and you hold it down by your side. His hair is messy from being trapped under there for so long.

You smile to him, warmly, as he looks back at you nervously. “I brought these to soften the blow.” Peter whispers, holding the roses out to you. You look down at them, and take them from his hands. “They’re…beautiful, but…what changed?”

He gulps and looks down to the ground for a moment. “I should have told you when you asked me about it in the hospital. I just…I panicked. I blamed myself for not getting to you in time, and tried to push the grief off of me and onto Spider-Man. I thought that would make it easier for the both of us. When you asked me if I was Spider-Man, I thought it was because you were going to blame him for you being stabbed.”

You look at him in a whole new light. You had never thought to think about it like that. This boy – your boyfriend- carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. He saves people’s lives day-in-day-out. He does whatever he can to prevent this city from being under threat. But that always comes with pressure and responsibility, and not everyone he goes to save can be saved. He’ll have seen dozens of people be rushed to hospital because of a crime he could have prevented. He’ll probably have even seen people die. That’s hard enough for adults to deal with, let alone people our age. Whilst you’ve sat here and complained that he’s lied to you again, he’s been witnessing some of the most horrific things life could throw at you. You feel selfish. That’s all there is to it. At least you’re alive.

You place the roses and his mask on the sofa bed next to you and pull him into a hug. He hesitates before hugging you back. “I never did get to thank Spider-Man for saving my life, did I? Thank you.”

“You mean, you’re not mad at me?” He questions, with a confused tone to his voice, as he pulls away from the hug slightly.

You sigh, “I thought I would be, but I guess when I think in the grand scheme of things, there could be way worse things you could have been lying about.”

He shakes his head, “You have every right to be mad at me…like you were saying this morning…this is means for a break-up.”

You look at him sadly, swallowing as you do. “Peter, I said those things this morning to guilt trip you into telling me the truth. A lot of what I said I only said because I knew it would make you feel bad. If anyone should be mad, it should be you.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “So, you weren’t going to break up with me?”

You roll your eyes, “I mean…I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind…”

“…but none of that matters anymore. What matters is that you’ve told me the truth. You carry enough pressure as it is. You don’t need me complicating things even more.”

“I can’t believe you’re being so cool about this.” He replies, holding your face in his hands and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You smile to him sweetly, “Well, you know what I can’t believe?”

“What?” He asks.

“I’m dating Spider-Man!” You exclaim as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake your parents up or having them find out Peter’s secret too. You don’t think they would react as cool as you. For all they like Spider-Man for saving your life and they feel safe knowing he’s looking out for the city, to find out you’re dating him would be a step too far for them.

The two of you laugh, and he glances down to his mask and up at the ceiling. You look back at him confused.

“You know you were telling me about a movie you’d seen with Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone that you kinda wanted to re-enact with Spider-Man in real life?” He begins, biting his lip. You nod your head. “Well, I haven’t seen that one, but I have seen this other one with Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst and they do the most awesome kiss you’ve ever seen. He’s basically hanging upside down and they kiss…upside down!”

You giggle, “Yeah, I…don’t think I’ve seen that one.”

“Well, I don’t have a cut on my chest that you can bandage up, so that won’t work this time around.” He elaborates, before shooting you a mischievous look. “But, we could always give the upside down kiss a try?”

You throw your head back in laughter, “Okay, Spidey. Let’s give Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst a run for their money!”

He picks up his mask and puts it back on. You watch as he climbs up the living room wall and onto the ceiling, before dropping down slowly on his web. He stops when your faces are on equal level. You reach out your hands and pull his mask down to reveal his lips, before connecting your lips with his.

Today will go down as a lot of things. Not only have you successfully manipulated your boyfriend into revealing his biggest secret and had the chance to thank him for saving your life last week, you also achieved the hottest and most perfect lip-lock you have ever had the pleasure of achieving. Here’s to plenty more!


The Definition of Overkill

Prompt: "I was chilling in my room when you knocked on my window asking me if I could come kill a spider for you. I LIVE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR HOW WAS THE WINDOW A GOOD IDEA TO YOU.“ 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10085483

Neil’s not shy about admitting that he’s afraid of a lot of things.

When you’ve lived the life he has, when every waking moment for a decade and a half has been run, hide, stay alive, it’s a reasonable thing. If you’re afraid, you’re careful, and if you’re careful you survive. But, in general, Neil’s fears are pretty logical. He’s afraid of knives, enclosed spaces, fire, his father, his father’s people, the people his father was working for-

More recently, Neil is afraid of dashboard lighters, being tied down, having his legs damaged- He’s afraid of people seeing his scars and asking questions, and he’s afraid of being real. All in all, pretty reasonable things.

Neil is not afraid of spiders. If when he was six or seven he’d scream at the sight of them, it was surely beaten out of him. If when he was fourteen or fifteen he complained about spiders crawling in his clothes, it was surely drilled into his head that there were worse things in the world, like his father, like his mother’s anger-

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a/n: okay, I made this where KJ has a crush on reader rather than them dating for imagine purposes. Reader is also casted to be Sabrina as well in this simply because let’s face it, Sabrina was one of my favorite characters by Archie Comics. There’s not much on the episode where reader is starring in since I wasn’t quite sure to put reader either in Coven or Freak Show since those were my favorite seasons. Hope you still like it though nonnie and feel free to give me more celebrity imagines, you can see which ones I do on my character list [ LINK ]. Please tell me if you want me to keep doing outfits for reader since Sammie and I are unsure if you like them. Ships are closed for the time being and requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

nonnie requested: can you do a kj apa imagine where you are an actress on American Horror Story and he and the cast watch and episode of the show for the first time and it kind of freaks them out?

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                              Relationship(s): KJ Apa & Reader (crush)


“Did you hear that Y/N L/N is going to come on Riverdale to be Sabrina Spellman?” Camila asks as she sits down on her spot for the last scene that was to shoot in about a half an hour while she looks at Lili who turned to her with a small gasp. “Right? I forgot what was she on because I could swear I have seen her before but yet she has been on a few things.”

The blonde nodded her head, “Well she is on the more gothic films but people seem to really applaud her for a season of American Horror Story so maybe you saw her in that?” She suggests with a shrug, “I honestly haven’t seen it since I think I would freak out but things go around that Y/N is good at that sort of stuff, maybe that’s why they picked her to be Sabrina.”

Camila brown eyes widen like she got an idea, “Well why don’t we look up to see what episode or episodes she was in and watch it, in fact let’s get Cole, Casey, and not to mention KJ since I’ve heard he has a crush on her.” She grins, “We can check on Netflix for it or find it somewhere online.”

“Sounds fun, I think we are about to shoot soon. Let’s finish this and get the guys in this, it will be almost like a movie night?” Lili shrugs before getting called for makeup, “Gotta go for makeup but we’ll do it for sure.” She smiles before hurrying away to the artist that called her over to finish the details of the scene that they were wrapping up.

There was a bit of mix expressions while the cast watched your performance of American Horror Story, but it wasn’t of disappointment. But rather shock and maybe some wincing from from the rather creepy scenes that was shown. The critics weren’t lying when they said you really delivered on the freak factor that American Horror Story needed while Casey covered his eyes as you turned your head in an eerily fashion, “Oh my god. Why did I agree to this?” He mutters with a deep sigh.

“I think you stand for everyone, Casey with that statement.” KJ says as he was rather freaked out to see you but the scenes before had shown that it was different that what someone would normally watch on a regular basis unless they were into that sort of thing. “This is something I for sure don’t go out and watch but holy shit is creepy.” Needless to say they switched to watch something else after that episode since they were all in agreement that they were rather creeped out.

[ TIME SKIP // OUTFIT ]

You talk on your phone with your manager for awhile as you walked on your newest project aka Riverdale as Sabrina Spellman, “Okay, I’ll make sure I’m ready for the talk show today at seven. Thanks Quinn, see you later too.” You finish your goodbye as you almost bumped into someone, “Oh! Sorry.” You say as you look up with a smile as you recognize that it was KJ the one whom played as Archie Andrews, “Hey. You’re the one who plays Archie, KJ Apa right?” you ask while you offer your hand to him, “Y/N L/N, the one who will be playing Sabrina Spellman.”

The ginger couldn’t believe that you looked so different from the makeup and outfit from the episode the cast was watching earlier that week as he accepts your hand to shake. “Y-Yeah that’s me, nice to meet you Y/N. You look so different from when we saw you in American Horror Story,” He says as he notices your phone case, “Is that Spider-Man?” he asks as you look down at your case and nod. “That’s cool, he’s my superhero.” KJ gushes as you gave a gentle smile.

“Well thanks KJ. Um, could you help show me around since I’m new and I’m sure you are pretty familiar with everything on set. If you don’t mind but I could always ask someone else.” You say as you readjust your backpack before looking back at him.

However that didn’t last too long as Madeline saw you, she hurried over with a big smile on her face, “Oh my gosh. I’m sorry to intrude but you’re Y/N L/N. I loved you in American Horror Story as Jade, it was a bit creepy but still good. It’s nice to meet you, our newest cast member of Sabrina Spellman. I’m Madeline Petch, the one who plays Cheryl Blossom.” She says as she offers her hand as you shake it.

You couldn’t help giggle softly at her enthusiasm, “Well nice to meet you, Madeline. I’m a fan of your job as Cheryl, very good job of selling the bitchy attitude that she has.” You say as you point at the male beside you, “KJ here was showing me around but we can definitely talk later before I have to go out for a talk show interview.”

He gives a small wave as you and Madeline made plans to talk to each other later, he still couldn’t believe that he was showing his crush around the set plus not to mention that later that they would doing scenes together as Archie and Sabrina.

19 Reasons the New Spider-Man Movie Will Be Unlike Anything You've Seen Before

Like many other superhero movie fans out there, I suffer from a serious, life-altering condition known as Spider-Man Fatigue (SMF). I’m a fan of the early-2000s franchise starring Tobey Maguire, and I willingly sat through Andrew Garfield’s take on Peter Parker in 2012 and 2014. But when I heard Marvel and Sony had combined forces to tell a new version of the young web-slinger’s story for a third time, I audibly groaned. Another one? Seriously? Then, I saw Captain America: Civil War. This Spider-Man, played by 20-year-old British rising star Tom Holland, is only in the movie briefly but seems immediately lighter and funnier; he meshes perfectly with Tony Stark and the rest of the gang. Could it be? Could Marvel have finally found a way to stop my skeptical eyes from rolling at each mention of a new installment to his story?

To figure out, once and for all, whether I’d be able to enjoy a sixth Spider-Man movie, I flew down to Marvel’s Pinewood Studios in Atlanta, where the team behind Spider-Man: Homecoming filled me and a group of other journalists in on what’s in store for Peter Parker this time around. We arrived on production day 46 of 74 and were treated to tours of a few sets - including a massive portion of the Washington Monument that Peter climbs and a full-size (but still partial) replica of the Staten Island Ferry designed to split in two for a fight scene - and an enlightening conversation with Eric Carroll. The coproducer and director of development for Marvel explained to us the basic story of the film and what Homecoming is trying to achieve with this iteration; chiefly, they want it to feel fresh and new while still going back to basics in terms of Peter’s story.

Later on that day we got a better idea of just how basic Carroll meant, when we watched Michael Keaton and Holland film a scene in an old, empty warehouse, where Peter Parker confronts the Vulture dressed in a very, very basic version of his suit (which you can see above). After chatting with Keaton, Holland, Carroll, director Jon Watts, and more members of the production team who’ve helped bring this movie to life, I can confirm that any fellow sufferer of SMF needs not fear: Spider-Man: Homecoming is going to leave us all with our jaws on the floor.

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  1. This will be the youngest Peter Parker yet. At just 15 years old, Marvel has given us a glimpse at Peter in all of his awkward, nerdy, angsty glory. As we saw in Civil War, he’s not only figuring out the limits of his powers, but also learning how to balance his life as a student and friend, as well as a superhero. “[It’s] the whole aspect of keeping him grounded and making sure the audience sees a kid as a superhero,” Holland explained. “Because we’ve seen the sort of Norse god, we’ve seen the billionaire, we’ve seen the soldier, now we get to see the kid. And one of the most important themes of the movie is, what would a 15-year-old boy do with superpowers? So, sort of opening act to the movie, you see Peter really trying to discover who he is, what he can do, which is something I feel like we haven’t really explored massively in the previous movies - is seeing Peter make mistakes and try and rectify them and try and learn exactly what he can do.”
  1. They’re staying true to his Queens, NY, roots. If you hear “Spider-Man” and immediately conjure images of him slinging his way around Manhattan’s tallest skyscrapers, think again. “If you think of New York, you always think of Manhattan, so it’s a very conscious tonal choice to say he is not in Manhattan,” production designer Oliver Scholl told us. “Manhattan is always across the river, it’s where he aspires to be. That’s where the Avengers’ tower is - across the river looming in the sunset. But he’s not there yet.”
  2. So, no skyscrapers for Peter? This Spider-Man is still unsure of his powers and therefore isn’t keen on jumping off 40-story buildings. “Spider-Man starting out - he’s not irrationally afraid of heights, but he has the fear of heights that all well-balanced people do,” Carroll said. “So he’s going to work up to becoming the Spider-Man we know he will someday. But we will not see him swing down Fifth Avenue in this movie. We will not see him 40 stories off the ground acting like that is not the most terrifying thing he will do that day.” Luckily he’ll be much more at home in the low-rises in Queens.
  3. Aunt May is getting a face lift. Following in the footsteps of Rosemary Harris and Sally Field, Marisa Tomei is the next Aunt May. She won’t be wearing a white wig or sitting for hours in the makeup chair to make her look older, though; this Aunt May is “more of a big sister” figure to Peter, who encourages him to go out and be social.
  4. Uncle Ben will be basically nonexistent. Although Holland kept information about Uncle Ben’s role in this Peter’s story under wraps, Carroll confirmed that the character will be alluded to at best. Here’s hoping we never have to see Uncle Ben bleed out on a sidewalk somewhere ever again, right?
  5. The Avengers are responsible for creating the Vulture. Remember all of that talk about how superheroes are never held accountable for all of the destruction their giant battles cause? Well, Keaton’s Adrian Toomes (aka the Vulture) is a direct side effect of The Battle of New York. Toomes owns a salvage company, which is hired to clean up the Avengers’ damage around Stark Tower. He’s elated over scoring such a big contract, only to be told another company - called “Damage Control” - is handling the job instead. As a blue-collar family man just trying to get by, he’s furious. This is what eventually sends him on a collision course with Peter.

  1. The Vulture salvages his gear from The Battle of New York. Although Toomes and his men are kicked off the project pretty soon, it’s still enough time for them to steal some alien tech they find amid the detritus. This is how Toomes is able to build wings for himself, and how some of his men - who later become Marvel villains the Tinkerer and the Shocker - get their own powerful tools.
  2. The Vulture is a totally new kind of Marvel villain. Loki and Ultron might have been hell-bent on taking over the world, but the Vulture has smaller goals in mind. “He’s somewhat of a victim,” Keaton said Toomes’s motivations. “He takes things in to feel like a victim. And some of it is justified actually, because he believes that there is an upper echelon of society and people who are getting away with a lot and have everything, and there was a whole lot of folks who are working hard and don’t have much. Does that sound familiar to anybody, given the political climate?” In the same warehouse where we watched Keaton and Holland film, we got to take a stroll through Toomes’s workshop, which is covered in crayon drawings from his children.
  3. Holland’s performance is inspired by both of the previous Spider-Mans. Holland is definitely doing something new with his character, but he wasn’t afraid to pick and choose elements from Maguire and Garfield. “It’s difficult to not take any influence from Toby and Andrew because they both had such great versions of the character,” he said. “I think from Toby, I’m taking the kind of less cool side of things, whereas Andrew is very cool and very sort of contained. I thought his Spider-Man was fantastic. When he was in that suit, I thought he really came to life, and so those are the two things I’m taking from both people. But for me, it’s just making sure I feel like a kid on set and really, really be the kid that everyone wants to be, you know? To just have fun with it, and see a superhero really enjoy having his powers.”
  1. A classic ‘80s comedy inspired a key fight scene. Bueller? Bueller? That’s right, there will be a sequence of Peter chasing bad guys through a neighborhood worthy of Ferris Bueller. Hopefully he’ll use his web to get around instead of stealing his best friend’s father’s Ferrari.
  2. The cast had to watch a John Hughes movie marathon to prepare. Spider-Man: Homecoming is first and foremost a coming-of-age tale, so Watts turned to the master of such stories: John Hughes. “He gave us a lot of movies to watch,” Holland said. “God there’s so many movies, and we basically just all sat down in my house in Atlanta, all the cast, and we just watched them all in one day and just had like a Dominos day. It was amazing … Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Pretty in Pink, there were loads of them.”
  3. Which is good, since the characters will be in high school for a while. High school will be “a big aspect” of these films, according to Carroll, which Watts echoed. “In the (Sam) Raimi one, he’s only in high school for like 10 minutes,” Watts said. “But I wanted to make a high school movie, so the opportunity to do it with Spider-Man was pretty exciting.” Homecoming takes place in Peter’s sophomore year, which means a trilogy might end with Peter graduating. Fingers crossed Spider-Man: Prom is next.
  4. Holland went undercover at a high school in the Bronx to get the full experience. “I sent him to the Bronx High School of Science, because that’s the kind of school that Peter Parker would go to,” Watts revealed. “He was so blown away by how hard the kids worked, how smart everyone was, and the thing he remarked on was just everyone was exhausted, and that’s what I remember from high school.” Holland went all-in on the experience, too, donning a fake name and accent to blend in. “I am in no way a science student, and some of the teachers would call me up in front of the class and try and get me to do equations and stuff. It was so embarrassing,” he recalled. “But it was actually really, really informative, because schools in London are so different. I would go to school every day in a suit and tie, it was just boys, and to be in a school where you can be free and let loose and be with girls was so different.” Holland swears that no one figured out his secret identity, but we have a feeling he’s going to have a harder time being anonymous once Homecoming premieres.
  1. Tony Stark is an important part of Peter’s growth. “Their relationship is so great in Civil War that you kind of feel you have to keep exploring that,” Watts said of his choice to make Tony a big part of Peter’s story. Holland says Tony is “more like a big brother than he is a father figure” to Peter because of their banter. “He picks on him,” he explained. “And he kind of is down on him quite a lot, but then there is that level of him caring about him like his own. And Robert [Downey Jr.] has really brought something lovely to the character. A very different side to Stark than we’ve ever seen before.”
  2. Tony is a little too overprotective of Peter, according to Peter. After seeing how clumsily Peter handled certain aspects of his team-up with Tony in Berlin, “he doesn’t feel that [Peter is] ready yet to be an Avenger,” Holland said. “I think he might have thought that what happened in Germany was too much for Spider-Man at that time, so he is very persuasive and he’s constantly trying to get Peter to stay in Queens, and save cats out of trees, and stop the burglar, and blah, blah, blah, and nothing of this scale.”
  3. Say goodbye to Harry Osborn. In an effort to make Homecoming feel fresh, Carroll said that “our goal was not to see what’s already been seen.” This means Peter’s BFF-turned nemesis will be missing, along with Oscorp and the Daily Bugle. Fortunately Peter finds a friend and confidant in classmate Ned Leeds (Jacob Batalon), who will no doubt ground the blossoming superhero.
  4. Say hello to a sick new suit. According to Carroll, Peter’s suit (courtesy of Tony) will include features like “a heater, lights, surveillance data, airbags, taser-webs, and mutliweb shooters.” Not too shabby for a 15-year-old from Queens, right?
  5. Holland does not share Peter Parker’s reflexes. There’s a scene in Homecoming that sees Peter handling liquid webbing, but it didn’t take long for Holland to be barred from playing with it. “As soon as they gave it to me I dropped it and it smashed everywhere. It’s literally day one,” he laughed. “It was this clear liquid and then I poured this yellow liquid into it, then mixed it, and it would go fluorescent white. I was like 'Oh this is the coolest thing ever’ and just smashed it everywhere. So, they immediately took it off me and I wasn’t allowed to play with it.”
  6. Holland confirms that Zendaya is the perfect actress for the job. When news first broke that Zendaya might be playing iconic Spidey love interest Mary Jane Watson (although she’s been referred to as “Michelle” so far), some despicable corners of the internet decided to throw a tantrum over the fact she isn’t white. Fortunately Holland can attest that of anyone tasked with dealing with these particular haters, Zendaya probably does it best. “Z is so powerful and so strong-willed that it’s not going to shake her at all,” he said. “She has such a large following on Instagram, and the majority of those people all love her. I feel like our generation is moving past this whole [idea] that you can’t cast someone who’s not of the right race for a character, and I really think we’re breaking through and changing that, and Z is perfect for it.” We have to agree.

See Spider-Man: Homecoming when it hits theaters on July 6!

The Teddy Bear Onesie

Jughead Jones just wants to celebrate Betty Cooper’s birthday, but it’s hard to do that when you have no cash. When the opportunity arises to make some money in time for her birthday, he jumps at it, even if he might face some verbal (and physical) retaliation.

A/N: this was a prompt (x).

Pairing: Jughead Jones/Betty Cooper

warning: angst below, mentions of blood, swearing.

also, keep reading cut — sorry mobile users!

So this is the first prompt I’ve ever received, and I’m super excited to finally be able to post it! Major thanks to @diokomen, @itstenafterfour, @ariquitecontrary, and @crawledoutofthesea for giving me ideas, editing, giving me honest opinions, and occasionally throwing little sentences in. Without you guys, this fic would be nothing. <3333

P.S. this probably still needs some editing, but I was too tired to even try. Sorry.

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The world was laughing at him. No, really. Every step he took, every wince he made was followed sharply by a loud clap of thunder or the strike of a lightning bolt a couple miles away. He couldn’t even take a shaky breath without the rain pouring a little harder. So, yeah, the world was laughing at him.

He shuffled forward slowly, ignoring the pain in his, well, his everywhere. He was just trying to be a good boyfriend for Christ sakes. It was Betty Cooper’s birthday. The love of his life’s birthday. Yeah, he hated celebrating his birthday, but that’s because it was his birthday. There was no point in celebrating another shitty year of his life, but Betty’s birthday was different.

Betty was the light in a dark room. Which, yeah, sounds cliche and kind of puts way too much responsibility on her, but it was true. She was one of the few good things left in Riverdale, and she deserved to be celebrated. So, he was going to celebrate damn well.

But he kind of needed money for that.

So this was definitely his fault.

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