homecoming-things

Things I really enjoyed about the new Spiderman move

Some spoilers ahead:

  • First off that opening.  I mean, that was just…that was perfect.  It was so teenager it hurt.
  • THE SPIDERMAN THEME SONG IN THE MARVEL THING
  • Tom Holland.  I just…boy’s got talent.
  • Ned.  Guy in the chair.
  • ZENDAYA.  Queen.  I think every time she was on screen was my favorite moment.
  • The fact that the “romance” was such a subplot half the time I forgot it was even happening.  If you could call it a romance.  I don’t think they even kissed lol
  • The fucking Captain America videos.
  • THE GYM TEACHER.  Oh my god his entire disdain for everything was excellent.
  • How completely oblivious the decathalon teacher was to like everything.
  • Karen.
  • The action and how Peter would make mistakes but try his darndest to fix them.
  • How he had SO MANY CHANCES to be a typical teenager and skip out on his duties as a superhero, but how he always put being a superhero first.  And how that when Tony took the suit back and he had to become basically a regular teenager again, he kind of became happier, or happy again, and I’m so glad that that sunk in and he realized he wasn’t ready to be a full-time Avenger.  Not yet anyway.
  • Aunt Mae.  And the way the movie ended.  That was beautiful.
  • Also I am totally convinced that MJ has a crush on Peter.  And not just the part where she knew what he’d already quit and said she was “very observant” I’m talking about a small look she gave him at the end of the movie that had me going “oh”.  Idk.  
  • Speaking of “I want to get in some mild protesting” lol queen.
  • AND THE DETENTION.  OMG THAT WAS GREAT.  “I just like coming here to draw people in crisis.” I just love her
  • Like I just love this characterization of MJ.  She’s got snark.  So smarmy.  So much deadpan.  So many great lines.  The finger she gave Peter at the dance.  Just….so much love.

Contents: Q in Q-branch, homecoming

Warnings: badly conceived things for Q to do, because I’m not actually a tech genius so.


Q rolled his shoulders, then twisted his neck until it cracked. He’d been sitting for far too long, but there was no way he was going to be getting up anytime soon, so he went through his stretches as best he could to stave off the worst of the fatigue.

One arm up and over his head, then the other, then both, clasped hands and bent elbows until he could touch the nape of his neck. He repeated the sequence several times, then wriggled his fingers and got back to work.

He was tracking a shipment of seemingly innocuous fabric samples that he had on good authority (004) had been laced with Blue - an hallucinogenic drug that was imperceptible to all but the most sophisticated scanning. The package had nearly made it to its destination - Q wasn’t interested in the package so much as the money, but he had to start somewhere, and tracking packages was easy - if time-consuming - work.

He’d just set down another layer of visual tracers when he heard it: the soft scuff of a shoe across the stone floor of Q-branch, the rustle of fabric, the almost-silent breath.

He grinned to himself and continued working, content to allow the game to be played. Bond knew as well as he did that Q had been following the agent’s movements since the moment he’d left British soil, but Bond did so love his games, and Q was content to play along for now.

He did have to admit that Bond was able to startle him by spinning his chair around. The heated kiss that followed was welcomed and returned.

“How was your flight?”

“Long.”

Q laughed. Bond could be on an airplane for twenty minutes and his answer would still be the same. But this time the comment was warranted. He’d just got home from Nepal.

“I surprise you this time?” Bond asked, grinning.

“Hardly.”

“But I spent thirty minutes chatting up Ponsonby before heading down here! All that wasted conversation when I could have been kissing you instead.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” Q said before relenting to another kiss.

“Guess I’ll just have to work harder then, won’t I?”

“If you’re so determined.”

Bond grumbled into Q’s neck. “Are you working or were you waiting for me?”

“Yes.”

Bond chuckled. “What are you concocting for me this time?”

“What makes you think it’s for you?”

“Oh, it always is, even if it’s transferred to another agent.”

Q rolled his eyes, but Bond was right. He designed everything with Bond in mind, even if it wasn’t for him.

“Well, if I didn’t, you’d destroy even more tech and then the Budgetary Committee would really start breathing down my neck.”

“Can’t have them ruining such a lovely nape,” Bond purred, fingers ghosting over the skin in question.

“Incorrigible,” Q murmured, his eyes falling closed.

“Always.”


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OK anyway i guess this is a disjointed spiderman homecoming au-ish thing purely because i loved how zendayas character was reading that book and i thought it would be hilarious to see keith reading it too considering how much he loves bonding

also i just love the idea of spiderman lance

i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. parts ONE (this one!), two, three, four.

  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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My favorite thing about Homecoming is its characterization of Peter Parker.

For obvious reasons, Homecoming’s predecessors focus upon the spider bite and how it affects Peter’s life. Homecoming tells the story of a 15 year old with superpowers who thinks he’s ready for the big leagues after fighting with (and against) the Avengers. 

It tells the story of a 15 year old who wrestles with his sense of identity. In previous films, Peter’s dual identity as Spider-Man has centered around this need to protect others, especially Aunt May, MJ, and Gwen. But in Homecoming he’s presented as a super-powered teenager with a thirst to prove himself, who believes he can be something better. He fixates so heavily on being Spider-Man that he nearly loses himself to it, even going so far as to believe that he is “nothing without the suit.” 

The movie centers around Peter figuring out that the suit doesn’t make Spider-Man. He makes Spider-Man. He is Spider-Man, with or without the suit. 

That’s what I liked most about the film. They took a teenager with superpowers and focused on something many kids, teens, and adults struggle with: one’s identity.

things I appreciated in spider man homecoming: major SPOILERS INCOMING please scroll if you haven't seen it yet

-SPOILERS do not complain I warned you.

-spoilers.


-uh. it was hilarious. holy shit, that awkward spider man is a 15 year old boy AND a super hero comedy is gold.

-Peter’s crushing on a girl of color who’s really smart, and on the decathlon team. also the kid who bullies him is on the same team. In general all of the high schoolers felt like actual high schoolers and not just dumb watered down stereotypes which was nice.

-zendaya was so funny. “It was built by slaves” lmao, socially conscious teen. and all the apathetic high school teachers. It felt like a genuine high school, god bless.

-Ned. Loved him. He was sweet. And really funny too, the man in the chair 😂

-liked the juggling of the normal life and the superhero life. Spider man always does that but this did a really good job of emphasizing how he’s a kid. He really is. At first it’s played for laughs and then we hear him crying crushed under rubble and it’s painful cuz he’s really just a kid in a bad situation. Loved that scene.

-I also love how he was ignoring his real life trying to be a hero and then at the end he realized he was ok with taking things slower. That was a really mature decision and it was hilarious when tony had the reporters in the room asking about the big announcement, lmao. It was a funny moment and a great character moment.

-action was great! I love that kid, his sense of humor was really classic spider man quipping. It was just so good.

-I also like the villain he felt like a real guy. Also that plot twist that he was Peter’s girlfriend’s dad, did NOT see it coming, I gasped and laughed a little.

-that stinger? that was nice of him. nuff said.

-Peter’s suit is badass, holy shit? Wtf stark, that is so extra. I love it.

-amazing movie. Seriously.

Day Two | Part 2

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: 1,533

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Thank you all for the feedback on Day One! I can’t believe how many of you guys are excited for this series. Anyways, enjoy, and don’t kill me. Part 1 can be found here.


When you got home yesterday, a nap turned into a full night’s sleep. When you woke up, you had about a dozen text messages from Peter. You didn’t bother opening them, instead you got up and went to shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and had puffy eyes. You could only hope they would be gone by the time you got to school because you didn’t want anyone asking what was wrong. As soon as you thought of it, you remembered that you had to help Peter today. You were scared for him that he would be rejected, but who would reject a sweet person like Peter?

You sighed and started your shower, and your mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen today. You had to think of what would happen if Liz said yes or if Liz said no, and ways to congratulate or comfort Peter. You just knew today wasn’t going to be easy at all. When you got out of the shower, you walked to your closet and pulled out denim jeans and a floral Hawaiian shirt, it was a simple outfit, but it got the job done for today’s theme. You didn’t bother with your appearance today, you just combed your hair and went to the kitchen where you grabbed a granola bar and a banana, and that was your breakfast. You hoped as you walked down the stairs that you wouldn’t run into Peter. It was too early to deal with him right now.

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Cute things I noticed from Spider-Man Homecoming

*spoilers below*


- I love how proud Tony is of Peter, in general. Though he initially seems like a hands off parent, he doesn’t give Peter the full reign of his suit, makes Happy look after him, and obviously checks in with his progress. However, he’s willing to put his foot down- though it was a hard lesson for Peter, it was one he needed. He gives Peter space and supervision and great advice and GOD I just love their dynamic so much.

- Captain America the War Criminal.

- Peter gets beaten up by a guy in/from Brooklyn. Again. (gold black humor at its best)

- Somewhat related to the above; Peter’s heartbreaking, uplifting scene in the rubble. All of it. It didn’t have to be in Brooklyn, but it was. Tony is in the forefront of this film and I love him for it, but Steve’s shadow is still there. Captain America is a kid from Brooklyn the same way Peter Parker is a kid from Queens. All I could think about during that scene was “holy shit, Peter is a super soldier” (because in a way, he is, and it’s never as apparent in the film as it is in this moment) and “Erskine would be proud”.

- He’s still a kid, but the movie did a great job at showing us that kids are never just kids. Peter is a hero because of who he is, and the way he cares for his fellow man. He’s Iron Man’s successor in a way; Spiderman: Homecoming is to modern day of Marvel viewers what Iron Man was to the MCU almost 10 years ago; the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. It reminded me of a line from one of my favorite Smallville episodes. 

[Dr. Fate to Clark Kent: You will lead your generation, the way Hawkman once led ours. It will be a different age than ours, Clark. A silver age of heroism.]

 Hopefully this eventually leads to a Young Avengers adaptation, but I’m excited about all the thematic stuff going on.

- the way the movie just builds up to the Homecoming scene. I see this as the true birth of Spider-Man; when it becomes clear to us and to himself that Peter is Spider-Man without the suit, the same way Tony is Iron Man without the suit, the same way Steve is Captain America without the shield and without the serum. They’re heroes because they see injustice in the world and try to correct it, because they choose to take responsibility, because they stand up, because always try to do the right thing even though it’s never easy and it’s usually a load on their personal lives. 

- Though Harley Keener makes no appearance in this film (a shame), the plane at the end was specifically said to have retro reflector panels. The same retro reflector panels Harley told tony he should install in a suit. They didn’t have to say retro reflective panels AT ALL, but they did. I don’t know if he installed it in a suit, but seeing as Tony installed them in a frigging PLANE and probably uses them to cloak the Quinjets too…I like to think that Harley got an ACTUAL Stark Internship and is either on a Stark scholarship in MIT or working for him already. He and Peter should actually be around the same age, so I hope they make use of Harley eventually. The dynamic would be so interesting.

10 Things I Hate About You - Three

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“Tom?” Tom looked to his right as he measured the pieces he needed for his clock project in woodshop. He nodded at Harrison’s presence and continued with his assignment. “We know what you’re doing – with (Y/N) (L/N).” Tom scoffed, a smug smile on his face.

“Oh, is that right?” He watched as Harrison and – Tony? – his friend nodded at him. “And what are you going to do about it?” Tom picked up the wooden pieces he needed and walked back to his station.

“Well,” Harrison followed him. “We’re going to help you out.”

“Really? And why would you do that?” Tom had a genuine look of confusion on his face, lining his pieces up as he marked down anything else he might need.

“Well, the gag is,” Tony chimed in, “my man, Harrison here, has the hots for Laura (L/N).”

“God, what is it with this chick? She great in the sack, or something?” Harrison’s face twisted in disgust at Tom’s choice of words, ready to charge for Tom. Tony held his hand out, signaling him to be patient.

“The thing is, Harrison genuinely likes this girl. Not like Jason – Harrison’s intentions are pure. Purer than Jason Bomming’s.”

“Listen, I’m in this for the cash. Bomming can plow whoever he wants.”

“Okay, hey! There will be no ‘plowing’!” Tony held his hand out to Harrison again to quiet him down.

“Listen, Tom – Tommy,” Tom looked at him with his eyebrow quirked up. “We set this whole thing up so that Harrison can get the girl! Jason? Jason’s just a pawn!” Tom looked at the two boys skeptically, his eyebrows raised. Tony smiled, nodding to confirm what he said.

“You two,” he pointed between Tony and Harrison, “are going to help me tame the wild beast?” He chuckled softly as the two boys in front of him nodded, his head nodding in satisfaction.

“Yeah, we’re your guys!” Tony and Harrison smiled widely at Tom, causing him to chuckle softly, shaking his head while shrugging. “Anyway, Edwin Baxter is having a party Friday night – it’s the perfect opportunity.”

“Perfect opportunity for what?”

Tony looked at Tom with a ‘duh’ look, “To take (Y/N) out on a date.” Tom thought about it a second and nodded.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You know,” you looked at your sister through your mirror as you washed your face, “there could be a lot of beauty in you if you just cut through all of that hostility.” You swatted her hands away as she tried to fix your hair.

“I’m not hostile, I’m annoyed.” You declared matter-of-factly. Laura rolled her eyes and went to brush her hair. “Why do you care so much about what other people think? It’s not like their opinions after high school are going to matter.” Laura shrugged.

“I like being adored.” You shook your head at your sister. You were like that once. Before your mom left you had wanted everything Laura wanted – you weren’t known as the shrewd in school, in fact, people quite liked you. And, it meant a lot to you. Then, your mom left and you put into perspective your priorities and registered how unprepared you are for life, and if you spent your youth pining for the attention of those whose opinions wouldn’t matter in five seconds – let alone, five years – you decided to change. Your sister took the same idea, just in a different meaning.

“Well,” you stated, putting your toothbrush away, “have fun with that.” You walked toward your room.


“Nice car, vintage fenders.” You looked up from the bag you had in your hand, looking at Tom leaning on your car with his thumbs up in approval. “What?” He asked, taking in your shocked expression.

“’What’?” You walked up to your car cautiously. “Are you following me now?” Tom rolled his eyes.

“I was in the video store, I saw your car – thought I’d say ‘hi!’.” You nodded, waving your hand slightly.

“Hi.” You went to open the driver’s door when Tom blocked your path, sliding in front of the door. “What now?”

“Not much of a talker, are we?” You decided you weren’t going to be able to leave until you answered at least a few of his questions, so you decided to play along.

“Depends on the topic,” you reasoned, motioning to your car, “my fenders don’t really whip me into a verbal frenzy.”

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” At this, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Afraid of you?” You asked in doubt, “Why the hell would I be afraid of you?”

“Most people are.”

“Well, I’m not.” You went to open your car door again, being stopped and Tom leaned into you.

“Well,” he whispered, “maybe you’re not afraid of me but,” his regular speaking voice returned, “I bet you’ve thought about me naked, huh?” He winked at you. You had had enough. You looked at him in feign surprise.

“Am I that obvious? I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby,” you rolled your eyes and finally shoved him off your car. He raised his hands in surrender, finally backing off. He watched as you drove away, not catching himself smiling at your disappearing car.


“What’s this?” Tom took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out as he read the small slip of paper Harrison handed him.

“It’s the name of a nightclub – (Y/N)’s going to be there tomorrow night for a concert.” Tom nodded, putting the cigarette back between his lips, just letting it sit there. “Also,” Harrison reached forward, pulling the stick out of Tom’s mouth, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it. “(Y/N) hates it when guys smoke.” Tom, with his eyebrows pulled in, nodded.

“So, you’re saying I’m a… non-smoker?”

“Just for right now!” Tony said quickly. “Also, should you be drinking when you don’t have a liver?” Rumors about Tom had circulated throughout the whole school: eating a whole duck, selling his liver on the black market – you know, the usual.

“What?” Tom asked shocked. Tony shook his head, earning a shove from Harrison.

“Never mind.” Tom chuckled, shaking his head. Tom was never the one to make friends, and he hated to admit it – considering these guys weren’t his type – he was growing sort of fond of these two losers. Not that he’d tell anyone – especially them – that.


Tom could feel the music pulsing through his head and could feel the ground vibrating. Since the concert was held in a bar, there wasn’t a charge to get it. He glanced toward the dancefloor, spotting you in front immediately. He couldn’t help the smile ghosting on his face. You looked carefree – like you belonged there. He made his way to the bar, ordering a drink.

“I need water!” You shouted to your friend over the loud music, making your way to the bar. “Two waters!” You leaned against the counter, glancing at everyone around you. One face stood out to you – the now familiar Tom Holland sitting just a couple seats down. Your eyes automatically rolled as you reached into your pocket to take out a five-dollar bill, trading it for the two waters as you made your way toward Tom. “You know, if you’re planning on asking me out you might as well get it over with.”

“Do you mind?” He glanced at you, “Your kind of ruining this for me.” He feigned interest in your favorite band.

“You’re not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke!”

“Yeah, apparently they’re bad for you!” Your face turned into a dramatic shocked expression.

“You don’t say.” Tom smiled at you, nodding.

“You know, this band isn’t half bad.” You nodded along, glancing at the band while smiling. Tom glanced at you, you looked so beautiful tonight. He shook his head, tapping you on the shoulder. You looked back at him, he nodded toward the crowd and stood up. You followed him back into the crowd, stopping on the step that took you there. “I was watching you dance a few minutes ago,” he was shouting over the music to be heard. “I’ve never seen you look so sexy!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the music cut off, everyone hearing his confession. A couple of giggles filled the small venue, yours included. You looked up at him, a big smile on your face, Tom mirroring it. “Come to Edwin’s party with me.” Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You never give up, do you?” The music started up again and you took that as your cue to leave.

“Was that a yes?” You shook your head, your figure almost disappearing as the crowd surrounded you. “Well then, was that a no?” You smiled, turning around to look at Tom one last time.

“Nope!” Tom smiled, taking this as another challenge.

“I’ll pick you up at nine-thirty, then!” You shrugged, waving him off.

As different as you and Tom seemed, you both held the same thought: this should be fun.


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missing you - tom holland imagine #4

Originally posted by spiderholland

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises. 


Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!


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The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u  just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm

 

Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.

-

The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am

Tom x : i jusT PUKED  I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER

9.28 am

Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY

9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

Homecoming

heyo, look who actually did something for once, haha. Sorry, this literally took me twenty years to write, but I think it’s a very good improvement for me in my writing skills, so I hope you all enjoy it!

requested by: @daydre3ams-away

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Peter and (Y/N) are going to homecoming together, just as friends since neither of them had a date. What happens is not everything as (Y/N) hoped it would be.

warnings: slight angst, curse words, heartbreak (don’t worry it may or may not work out ;)

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