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autisticidiot · 8 months

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my spider-man collection !! + loadssss of my rambling (as per usual) and a calculation of how much it costs cuz @marshber's post had me curious about mine !! :3 a lot of my collection is just gifts from people hehe ^_^ the images r all over the place..

ohh my god it's so blurry T_T anyways,, 11 comics, 4 magazines and 1 omnibus :3 i stopped getting the magazines because uhhh.. i couldn't find them in my co-op anymore aha. also they were kinda pricy i guess.. they had these lil plastic toys sometimes. made me feel bad for some reason lol,, @-@ maybe i'll get some specific one of the website but uh yeah.

i think all my comics feature chameleon hehe ☆(ゝω·)v except the daily bugle one. that was my first !!

my plushes !! i thinkkk the first one i got was the 2nd one. his head is like that because he got lobotomised and had to get stitched back up ! ^_^ his head was still kinda funny looking before that though lol. the one i got after that is the squishmallow !! it was a birthday gift from my friend !! yayayaya it's my favourite of the bunch. very soft (๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧ the b i g head one makes thwip sounds !!

oh and my bed covers !! i love them a lot :]

my figures (ignore the black blob pls >_<‶) + some extra !! that gwen helicopter turns into a motorcycle !! i got it for free :3 it's part of a set i think but i don't have it. the lil spidey is a rubber !! it was a mystery thing. i wanted to get one of the villains,, but i suppose nothing beats good old spidey >_^

i keep shocker and electro in the packaging because umm.. it's easier to store lol. and i would keep the packaging anyway it's nice :3 i still have the packaging for my pins lol and chameleon is forever imprisoned because he's made of lead i think. apparently it's fine but i'm an anxious person lol

i loveeee the feel of mayhem's hair.. and i just really like the pop. prowler's heads broken 😔 he was like that when i first got him. tried to fix him but it just broke again.. maybe it's meant to be o(TωT)o

..and everything else !! (+ stuff that i forgot to put in the others lol)

i wear that spider-man shirt for like everything lol !! with a specific pair of jeans. and spider-man socks :P AND OH WAIT I FORGOT TO PUT MY SPIDER-MAN VANS.. ill put those after this !! :3 there's 2 more pairs of socks but they're in the wash.

my spider-man water bottle is scuffed because it fell out of my bag and spent a day outside o_o

my spider-man vans !! <3

anyways the total price of this !! retail price. and converted to pounds if needed. unless it doesn't say and i can't find it then it's just estimated. and im really bad at estimating !! and i may have accidentally added a couple more or less !! is: £484.83

.. woah !! i think the vans do a lot of heavy lifting since (from what i searched online..) the retail price is $134.99.. but um yeah wow (´⊙ω⊙`)

#spiderman #an idiot speaks

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kween-imaginer · 5 years

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Word Count: 1,717

Warning: None that I can think of really. Just some cursing and good old fashion sitcom embarrassment.

Summary: The one with Jill Goodacre. If you get that, I love you forever. Basically, the ever so famous Tom Holland is trapped in an ATM vestibule with the ever so awkward Y/N.

A/N: Send requests, I’d love to write them.

You walk into the vestibule, ready to deposit your check from work. You were tired and wanted to go home as quickly as you could so you almost didn’t see the man that you may or may not have ran into. Either way, You muttered an apology and went to the ATM to deposit.

As soon as it cleared, you went to walk out the doors, only to be stopped by the door not opening. You tried pushing and pulling. Only for it to be your nightmare. Trapped in an ATM vestibule in the freezing cold night of London when you could be in bed watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S with your best friend.

You pull out your phone only for it to not turn on at all. You muttered explicit words under your breath. You just wanted Chandler’s sarcasm to help amuse you through this.

“Well, what happened?” A familiar British voice spoke. You turn to see Tom Holland standing there in a flannel, black skinny jeans, and a coat that looked two sizes too big on him. He was questioning the locking of the doors.

“Hey,” you squeaked, naturally. Your cheeks started to burn as he looked at you quizzically. “I..uh...really want to go home, so if you could just tell me what’s going on, that’d be great.”

He brushed the confusion off his face and answered you, “Uh, my mate, Harrison, said it was a city-wide blackout, something wrong with the towers.”

“Fuck,” you groan. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone, I have to make a call.”

He gives you an odd look. It’s rightfully called for since he is a celebrity and the both of you are stuck in one room together. It might give off the wrong impression, or he could think you’re trying to find some information on his phone.

“Listen, I just need to call (Y/B/F/N) to tell her not to worry about me if I don’t come home in the next ten minutes, you can watch me dial if you’d like. My phone’s dead,” You hold up your phone to show. Tom, reluctantly, agrees and hangs up on Harrison. He hands you the phone and walks a bit away to give you some privacy.

“Hello?” (Y/B/F/N) chirped.

“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” You bite your lip hoping that she wouldn’t question the number. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I’m going to be late. I’m stuck in an ATM Vestibule.”

“With who, who’s phone are you using, what happened to yours?” she fired questions at you.

“Phone died, and no I can’t tell you who’s phone it is, that is just creepy,” you mutter. Tom looks over and you flash a pained smile, hoping that he isn’t seeing you slowly freak out over what’s happening at the moment.

I mean, what are the odds that you are stuck with your celebrity crush since God knows how long. And it’ll be a couple hours before you could even get out if you even wanted to do it.

“Are you okay?” your friend asks. You nod, stupidly. And yes, Tom did catch it and smiled a bit.

“Uh, yeah, just a bit chilly, but I’ll be fine,” you said quickly.

“Okay, let me know, I’ll try to send a firefighter or someone to help you, but Jacki says that people are calling the police like crazy,” she rambled.

You nod, again. “Yeah, I have to give him his phone back, bye.”

You heard a faint, “HE!?” before you clicked the end button.

“Thanks,” you hand him his phone back. He gives back a warm smile while reaching out for the phone. As soon as he grabbed it, you turned to go back to ‘your’ side of the vestibule, not making contact with him for half an hour.

“Do you want some gum?” he offered you. You just stared at his hand, in shock until he pulled his hand away awkwardly.

“Oh, God! Sorry, yes, um gum would be perfection,” you chuckle nervously. Gum is perfection, what the fuck (Y/N)? Tom either didn’t notice or didn’t want to embarrass you further, so he handed you a peace.

You tried blowing a bubble with it, out of habit, but it was a small peace so you barely got anything out, but Tom noticed and he let out a deep chuckle.

“You’re gonna need more than one piece for that,” he points to the sad bubble hanging out of your mouth. You quickly swipe it back in your mouth, only to swallow it and start hacking a lung out.

Tom rushed to your side with a look of concern. He pats and rubs your back as you continue to die. At least I can die in your arms, you thought dreamily and mostly sarcastically. People want to meet their celebrity crushes in beautiful ways, but coughing up a lung seemed like a close second in the Universe’s plans for you.

“You okay, love?” Tom asks as soon as you regulate your breathing. You nodded, knowing if you spoke, your voice would come out hoarsed.

“Good, because I do not to what I would do if you were actually choking,” he admits. You raise an eyebrow but look away with a smile and a head shake. “I’m being serious, I’d probably die myself before you’d choke.” That got a rough laugh out of you.

“Sorry, I’m much cuter than this is the real world,” you joke. He smiles.

“Real world?”

“Yeah, this shit can’t be real, I feel like I’m in a dream,” you say.

“Am I in the presence of a fan?” he jokes.

“I don’t know, am I in the presence of Spider-Man?” you kid back.

“Yes.”

“Then, yes.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence. Just you studying his features. The cameras could never do him justice. He is exceptionally handsome with his rugged boyish looks. He would look like one of your neighbors or a boy you go to uni with on a daily. A person that could blend in, but you couldn’t miss him at the same time.

“If you’re going to stare, you might as well give me your name, darling,” Tom pulls off a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes despite being embarrassed that you got caught staring and your cheeks becoming inflamed.

“It’s (Y/N),” you respond.

“I’m Tom,” he says, holding out a hand. You take it and shake it, laughing.

“I know, I’m your number one stalker,” you wink at him.

“Really?” he feigns the look of surprise. “You know I have always wanted to meet my number one stalker, but I’ve got to admit, you’re more clumsy than I would have expected.”

You act offended and back away, “I am so not clu-” but of course your life is a sitcom, and you hand to trip, making Tom reach out to grab you only for you to drag him down on top of you.

“So, maybe I’m a little clumsy,” you groan breathlessly. Tom lets out another chuckle and proceeds to get off of you. “I guess I’m the Emma to your Andrew.”

“What?” he scoots next to you.

“In Amazing Spider-Man 2, Peter, Andrew, didn’t catch Gwen, Emma, henceforth, you didn’t catch me from falling,” you explained to him.

“In my defense, you were practically on the ground already when you decided to grab my arm and yank me down on top of you,” your body felt like it was on fire from his words. How bothered could one person make you? Tom wanted to find out.

“Fine, I will give you that, but I am not just clumsy,” you childishly argue.

“Okay then, tell me three things about you,” He said,

“I’m (Y/N), I am not just clumsy, but I binge watch T.V. shows like I get paid to do it, I procrastinate like no tomorrow, and I manage to turn into a tomato any time a cute person lays their eyes on me,” your ears turned red at the last statement.

“I’m Tom, puppies are my kryptonite, I secretly like to listen to Celine Cion on repeat, and I like making cute people turn into a tomato,” he slyly flirts, which of course makes you turn red.

“You’re a wanker,” you laugh, trying to hide your red face. He just laughs.

A phone ringing, more specifically his, makes whatever laughter was left, disappear.

“Yeah?” Tom answers the phone, getting up from his spot. You get up too and wipe imaginary dirt off your pants. “Okay, see you in a bit.”

“Harrison?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he said we should be able to leave now, the power is slowly coming back on in quadrants and ours is on,” Tom answers. You nod, but neither move.

“I want to admit I had fun, despite embarrassing myself numerous times,” you say genuinely.

Tom nods in agreement and moves closer towards you, “You wanna take a picture?”

“Phone’s dead,” you hold up your phone again.

“Just give me your insta, and I’ll send it to you,” he reasons. You nod, slowly.

“You’re not going to be my stalker, now are you?” you kid.

He smiles, “Of course, I wanna be like you, but with less of the falling and choking.” You shake your head and stand next to him while he takes out his phone.

“Ready?” You nod.

You had the idea to turn and kiss his cheek at the last minute, but guess who had the same idea? You both ended up sharing a kiss that was caught by the camera. You pull away, blushing like a mad woman. A shy smile graces his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s fine, but I have to get going, make sure that you send it to me,” you give him your Instagram account name.

“Promise,” he says watching you walk to the doors. However, he stops you. “Here take my coat, it’s too cold for you.”

“I can’t,” you try to shrug it off, but he zips it up.

“I’ll text you if I want it back, it’ll give me an excuse to see you again.”

With that, you both head in opposite directions out of the ATM Vestibule. Both of you walk into your flats and face your best friends. Only to say.

“I had an amazing blackout.”

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