gosh every time i rewatch it i fall in love all over again

Best Halloween Ever

Prompt Request: could you do a peter parker x ginger reader where she’s a HUGE harry potter nerd and she thinks peter looks a little like harry so she has them go as ginny and harry for halloween and he’s super in love w her throughout it all cause that’s HIS nerd and he loves her ??

Characters: Peter Parker, Reader

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Thanks for the request! Tags and requests are open, and as always, thanks for reading!

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Peter hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down next to you. Some popcorn escaped the bowl he was holding and spilled onto the floor.

“Watch it!” you warned. “Papa Bear’s gonna kill you if you mess up his rug.”

Peter sighed and banged his head against the cushions. “Can you please stop referring to Mr. Stark as Papa Bear?” he asked.

“Is he ever going to stop acting like an overprotective father?” you shot back.

Peter groaned. “Probably not.”

“Then no.” You smirked at him, and he threw a few pieces of popcorn at you.

“What are we watching anyway?” he asked, after he got the silliness out of his system.

“Well…” you trailed off and his eyes widened.

“No!” he exclaimed. “Not again!”

“Okay, hear me out,” you reasoned. “The new Fantastic Beasts movie just came out on DVD, so of course we need to rewatch the old movies.”

“But it’s not even the same storyline as Harry Potter !” he yelped.

“Yeah, but there’s history to be learned. Pretty please?” You clasped your hands together and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. You knew he’d never be able to say no to your puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine!” he relented. “But I want to watch the one where they train in that secret closet.”

“ Order of the Phoenix? Coming right up!” You scrolled through Tony Stark’s massive movie library until you found the movie you were looking for. You had managed to get Tony’s iTunes password from Captain America himself and had downloaded all of the extended versions of the Harry Potter movies.

“FRIDAY, please turn down the lights,” Peter commanded as you started the movie. Everything was plunged into darkness until just the light from the TV illuminated the room.

Normally, you were completely engrossed whenever you watched a Harry Potter movie. But today, your attention kept wavering between the movie screen and Peter’s face. He couldn’t help but feel your intense gaze on him as he watched wizards and witches fight it out on screen.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked. He was thankful the darkness was hiding his flaming red cheeks.

“You look just like him…” you murmured. You paused the movie. “FRIDAY, lights please.”

The lights came back on, and you grasped Peter’s hand and pulled him to his feet. You started talking about something, but your voice faded out as he tried to contain his emotions.

His heart beat wildly as you held his hand in yours. To say he had a crush on you was an understatement. Ever since you had been assigned partners in chemistry last year, you two were practically inseparable. Plus, he loved the fact that you didn’t treat him any differently once you found out he was Spiderman. You weren’t even intimidated by the other Avengers when you hung out with him at the Tower.

“So what you do think?” you asked, bringing his attention back to the present moment. “You wanna do it?”

“Yes,” he replied dreamily.

You squealed and jumped up and down. “This is going to be so awesome!” You gave him a quick hug. “I just need to run home and grab some stuff, but I’ll meet you at the shop in, like an hour?”

Peter gulped and nodded, hoping you couldn’t decipher his absolutely clueless expression. You waved and practically ran out the door.

He waited until you left to summon the AI. “Umm, FRIDAY? What exactly did I just agree to do?”

He couldn’t help but feel like the AI was smirking at him behind all its code. “Well, Mr. Parker, it appears you will be dressing as Harry Potter for Halloween.”


You waited anxiously outside the dressing room as Peter changed into his outfit. Finally, the thin blue curtain pulled back and Peter appeared. You stared at him with an open jaw as he held out his arms and spun around.

“Well?” he asked.

“Oh. My. GOSH!” you squealed. “You look amazing!”

Peter blushed as he looked in the big dressing room mirror. “You think?”

You nodded vigorously and turned him around. “You’re perfect as Harry Potter!”

It was true. With his brown hair and piercing eyes, Peter totally pulled off the Harry Potter look. You held out fake glasses, and he put them on.

“Ahh! I love it!”

Peter looked at your own costume appreciatively. “Maybe, uh, you should, like, stand next…to me,” he stuttered. “You know, to get the, uh, full effect of the costume.”

You let out a light gasp. “You’re totally right!” You practically bounced over and stood next to him. You made the perfect Ginny Weasley. Despite the harsh fluorescent lights in the dressing room, your red hair shone brilliantly. It framed your face in the most perfect way, and Peter couldn’t help but notice how the black Gryffindor robes accentuated your already awesome features.  

“We look amazing!” you exclaimed. “All we need are wands and a scar for you, and then our costumes will be epic!”

“You are such a nerd,” Peter snickered.

“But you love it!” you sang, dancing around the dressing room.

Your enthusiasm was contagious, and Peter found himself actually looking forward to trick-or-treating.

He had it bad for you.


Halloween had finally arrived. Peter met you at your apartment to get completely dressed up in the costumes. You had helped draw a scar on his forehead, and he had to stop himself from passing out at you being so close to his lips.

“Expelliarmus!” you yelled, waving your wand at him.

“Oof!” Peter grunted as he pretended to fall backwards.

“Noooo,” you whined. “Expelliarmus causes the opponent’s wand to leave their hand.”

Peter straightened himself back up. “Okay, okay, lemme try again,” he insisted.

You held your wand out, a look of steely determination in your eyes. “Expelliarmus!”

Peter flung his wand, and it accidentally knocked over some of your Harry Potter funko pop figures. “Whoops.”

Thankfully, you just giggled and picked his wand up off the floor. “Let’s try not to hit any kids while we’re out, okay?”

Peter nodded sheepishly and followed you out your door.

Whoever said high schoolers were too old to go trick-or-treating was lying. You and Peter were a huge hit with your “couples” costume. Kids kept stopping you in the hallways to ask for you two to duel each other. Peter’s wand didn’t hit any kids, but it did accidentally knock one cranky old lady’s apartment numbers off her door. You retired your wands at that point and focused on collecting candy. By the time you finished hitting every apartment in your building, your bags were full of goodies.

“I’m kind of not ready to be done yet,” you admitted after you left the last apartment.

“Me neither,” Peter replied. “Want to walk around for a bit?”

You nodded, and suddenly, your demeanor changed. You bit your lip and your cheeks took on a pink tinge. “So, uh, since Ginny and Harry end up together in…in the movies…” You swallowed and took a deep breath. “Maybe we could, um, hold hands? To make the costumes more realistic,” you added quickly.

Peter’s heart lept into his throat. “Y-y-ye-yeah,” he got out. “Def-definitely need to m-make it realistic.”

You and Peter had held hands before. In moments of excitement, it wasn’t uncommon for you to take his hand in yours. However, this felt completely different. Peter prayed you couldn’t feel how sweaty his hand was. His heart thumped steadily as you walked around outside, hand-in-hand, in silence.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you said, looking Peter in the eyes.

“Me too.” He rubbed small circles on the palm of your hand and gained some courage. “Do you wanna hang out sometime?”

“Sure!” you replied immediately. “We can finish the movie.”

“N-no,” Peter clarified. “I mean, hang out.” Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant. “I mean, we don’t have to,” Peter added, when he saw your expression. “It’s just-”

His words were cut off when you kissed him. Well, tried to anyway. In your haste, you wound up banging noses, and his glasses fell off his face.

“Ohmygoshimsosorry,” you rushed, covering your face in your hands. “I was…I was trying to…” You groaned and refused to meet his eyes.

Peter bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. “You wanna…you wanna try that again?”

You looked up. “You mean you still want to?” you asked incredulously.

Peter nodded. “Yeah. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too,” you replied.

You liked him! Peter swore he could hear angels singing in the distance, he was so happy. He repositioned himself in front of you and placed shaky hands on your shoulders. Your own hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Your eyes looked even brighter this close, and he could see the smattering of freckles decorate your nose. You took a deep breath and relished in the sharp scent of Peter’s body spray.

“Umm, so I guess we just…?” you asked nervously.

“Y-yeah,” Peter responded.

You both leaned in for your redo kiss. It was soft, gentle, and a little awkward for your first time. But otherwise…

But it was perfect.


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Coffee and Calligraphy- Part 7- Moving

Part 1

Part 6 

Word Count: 1148


“So many boxes.” Phil’s right. As Dan opens the back of the moving truck, a few boxes nearly fall out. It’s packed with all Dan’s things. “Are they even all going to fit in my apartment?” 

“I’m sure they will. Let’s just start moving them.” Dan picks up a box, bringing it inside and setting it in his new bedroom. Their new bedroom. He’s sharing a bedroom with Phil now. Every now and then Dan worries they’re moving too fast. They’ve only known each other for about a month, but they’re engaged, and Dan’s moving in. But then he reminds himself that time is limited and that he loves Phil, so the quick pace shouldn’t bother him. It would happen later anyway, so why not now? 

After moving a few boxes, Phil starts breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” He nods. 

“Just… A little tired.” 

“Are you sure you can handle this?” 

“Of course. I want to help you move in.” 

“Are you weak from your chemo the other day?” Phil hesitates, but then reluctantly nods. Dan frowns lovingly at him. “Go get some rest. I’ll finish up with the boxes.” Phil opens his mouth as if to speak, but then decides against it and turns to head inside and sit down. 

Without Phil, moving the remainder of the boxes takes Dan an hour and a half. When he finally finishes, he walks into the living room where Phil’s sitting on the couch. Suddenly, he recoils. “Oh, gosh. I still get freaked out when you don’t wear your wig. Sometimes I forget you’re actually bald.” 

Phil chuckles. “Remember, chemo does cause hair loss.” 

“I know, Phil. It’ll just take some time to get used to you without those handsome, black locks.” He grins and plops down on the couch beside Phil, letting out a deep, tired breath. “I counted. There were 43 boxes.” 

“You just moved 43 boxes on your own?” Dan nods, his fiance grinning at him. “I think it’s your turn to rest. I’ll start unpacking.”

Phil tries to stand up, but feels a tug on his arm. “Stay here with me.” He looks down to see the chestnut-headed boy giving him a pouty lip and eyes he can’t refuse. Dan smiles as he sits back down. “Also, I don’t trust you to put my stuff where I want it. We’ll decorate together.” 

“You little sneak,” Phil jokes. 

“I do have something I want to talk to you about, though.” Phil raises an eyebrow, and Dan lunges into the conversation he’s been wanting to have with Phil for weeks. “I’ve been thinking about what we should do with the money I made from selling my apartment.” 

“How much is it?” 

Dan takes a deep breath. “300,000 pounds.” Phil looks about ready to faint. “I think it should go to your treatment.” 

“No, Dan. It should go to our wedding.”

“Phil, I want you to get the best there is. It should go to you in some way. Treatment, publishing your book, something for you.” 

“Dan, if you want to do something for me, you’ll spend the money on our wedding. That’s what I really want.”

Dan frowns. “What if we split the money. Even the most complicated of weddings doesn’t cost that much. 150,000 for the wedding and 150,000 for you. Save it somehow. Someday, we’ll do something with it. Okay?” Phil sits contemplating the idea. As persistent as he is, Dan has a point. The wedding won’t cost that much. He starts to think about what all he can do with 150,000 pounds… “Phil?” 

“Yeah, I guess that would be what’s best.” He smiles weakly at Dan, his mind made up as to what he’d do with the money. “Anyway, let’s go unpack your stuff.”


“Is that a pillow with Haru on it?” 

“Maybe…” Dan blushes as Phil pulls out Dan’s treasured pillow. 

“I may just end up cheating on you with this extremely sexy pillow.” Phil starts passionately making out with the pillow, leaving Dan to laugh until his stomach hurt. 

“You spork,” he says as he unpacks his black and gray checkered bedsheets. 

“Are we going to have to fight to the death over who keeps their duvet?”

Dan thinks on this for a second. “Actually, I think yours go much better with this room. It’s so bright in here.” He pulls out his Wirrow painting. “I bet this’ll go well in here.” 

Phil takes one of his paintings off the wall behind the bed, placing Dan’s up there instead. “Just like home.” The two step back, wrapping their arms around each other and admiring their work. 

Dan smiles softly at his fiance. “It is home. You’re here.” 


“So, we live together now.” Dan sighs, cuddling up to Phil’s chest as they lie in their newly shared bed. 

“We do.” Phil smiles.

“I guess now we get to discuss wedding plans, don’t we?” Dan looks up at Phil, hoping he’ll continue a conversation on the topic. 

“Do you want to?” 

Dan nods, sitting up. “How soon do you want to have it?” 

He watches as Phil ponders the question. “As soon as possible. Probably in a month or two. As soon as we can set up the most extravagant wedding there ever was.” 

“You really want to go all out for this, don’t you?” Dan grins up at Phil. 

“Of course I do. Your wedding is supposed to be the best day of my life. I’m supposed to enjoy it, and who doesn’t love cake that’s too big and unnecessarily romantic venues?” 

“You know, as long as it’s us, the wedding will be the best day of my life.” 

“Me too, Dan. Me too. But they say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. And we both know that may be soon. So, I might as well make this day worth rewatching over and over again. Just go along with me on this one, please?” 

Dan’s fiance is giving him the same pouty lip and puppy dog eyes he gave him earlier in the day, and Dan knows they’re both unable to resist it. “Alright. If the best wedding in the world is what you want, then the best wedding in the world is what you’ll get. Planning starts tomorrow, okay?” 

Phil smiles. “Okay. Thanks, Dan. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” They kiss each other goodnight, softly, simply to show each other that they care. Even though the kiss only lasts a millisecond, Dan still feels a spark. They’re entering a whole new phase of their lives, but as long as they keep the spark ignited, Dan knows they’ll make it through together. Cuddling up to Phil again, he drifts off to sleep. Phil kisses his forehead, admiring the boy as he lies peacefully. He takes his journal from his bedside table and begins to write. “Someday…” He smiles at his writing and at Dan. “Someday.” 

Episode 7! 

[If you’re curious about the previous mega-posts, feel free to read them here:

Episode 1  Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4  Episode 5  Episode 6]

It’s mid-November and we’re right now in the central part of the Yuri on Ice series. This is where things start to get interesting, right? To make things better, number 7 is my lucky number, so I was expecting something good from this episode.

Have I ever told you that I have an unbelievable good luck when it comes to OTPs? No matter what kind of ship it is, if it becomes my OTP, my OTP will become canon. No matter how gay. This has never failed me (I don’t have maaaaany OTPs, though, but still).

So far, it seems like Yuri on Ice won’t break my streak of OTP good luck. I told you all to trust me, right?

What did I expect from this episode, knowing this? I read about Japanese fans theorizing about a kiss and, let’s be real, I really wanted it to happen. It either had to happen in this episode or in the last episode. 

Turning to figure skating (because yes, I’m a figure skating fan and I’m watching this show for it too), I really wanted Leo to make it to the podium and qualify for the GPF. Bias? Noooo. (Yes.)

I also wanted #JusticeForPhichit. He didn’t get good quality animation last episode and he also deserves a better score, so I hoped he could improve his standing in the FS and, if he beated Yuuri, make my predictions true.

I was also really curious about Georgi. As I predicted a couple of days ago, I thought he was going to fail during his FS. I’ll probably be using the #PoorGeorgi hashtag a lot these days.

For this episode, I’m going to change my way of watching it: so far, I stopped the video every time something interesting happened, took screencaps and wrote my opinion. This time, I’m going to watch the whole episode first, scream inside, die, and then rewatch it for screencaps and to write everything. The cons of this new way is that it might take me a bit longer to watch and I won’t have a way to scream as I watch it, which is something I love to do when I’m overwhelmed with feelings. It might also change the way I write this post. The pros, however, is that I have more time to think about what I want to write, and might skip unimportant things to focus on the most important ones. I will still talk about the impressions I had while I watched the scenes for the first time, don’t worry. Also, I hope Crunchy’s player doesn’t make it too hard to skip scenes so I can take screencaps better.

Okay. I’m ready. (I’m not.) Let’s watch this.

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