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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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In Another Universe Pt. 4

Pairing: Ned Leeds x superhero! reader

Summary: Ned's world turns upside down when his new powers bring a stranger to his world. What's more strange is that she knows who he is.

Ned was back in his apartment. Everyone was in the living room while his doppelganger was webbed in his bathroom. (You think there could be a stranger sentence than that, but he begged to differ)

All he was trying to do was make some ramen again for his friends and the girl that came from another dimension.

Peter looked uneasy, probably since he was thinking a million questions at a time.

MJ was more reserved, thinking it wasn't the time to whip out a smart remark.

And then there was you, who sat uncomfortably on the couch.

Ned returned with a tray of ramen, silently giving them to his friends. He sits a seat next to you, as you two haven't said a word to each other since Ned unmasked the Hobgoblin.

You inhaled sharply and looked around the room.

"Okay, all of us have a lot of questions. I think this world's masked hero should take the floor." You said.

Peter's worried state still hasn't changed, but he coughs a bit.

"How-How did you get here?" Peter asks.

"Ned saved me when I was battling Hobgoblin. When I got unconscious, he took me back to your world. We must have not noticed Hobgoblin following us too." You said.

Peter looks over to his friend.

"Dude, that was dangerous. I thought you shouldn't be doing magic outside of your training." Peter says.

Ned knits his eyebrows.

"How was I supposed to know I can open doors to dimensions? I thought I just opened on the other side of town and saw a spider suit. I kept on calling your name but turned out to be her. And don't lecture me on what I can or can't do, Pete. Don't forget how you got rebellious too when you got recognized by Mr. Stark."

Peter felt a bit defensive hearing his old father figure's name, and MJ placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's not get off topic here, we still need to clear things up."

Peter relaxes back in his chair as MJ looks over to you.

"i think we need to address the elephant in the bathroom. How did your Ne-"

"Hobgoblin" You corrected.

MJ acknowledged you.

"How did Hobgoblin originate?"

You waivered, scared of the past that still haunted you.

"I was looking for intel about the original Hobgoblin, Roderick Kingsley. He took over the green goblin's old lair and started terrorizing the city. We found him but...

Hobgoblin left his glider that was on self destruct as he took a run for it. You ran towards Ned who was leaning by the wall. You threw your mask away, as your vision was blurred by your tears.

"Ned..." you whispered, trying to control the bleeding.

All he could do was smile at you. Dear God, he was dying but he looked at you so lovingly.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't say his words to you. All he could do was smile and held your face in his hands. He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

"No, no, baby wake up. Please wake up!" You screamed, trying to shake him. You released a blood-curling scream, holding onto him as you mourned the death of your first love.

Suddenly, you brought your head up. You turn around frantically as you spot your bag in the water. You ran to it quickly, finding the serum that the original Green Goblin has used but Kingsley corrected it.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go." You said, hoping one day Ned would forgive you.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you held yourself.

"The serum didn't work, and I didn't have time to defuse the bomb. I had to go, the sewer closed in when I got out. No one could find anything there. He was just gone, and I was to blame."

Everyone was silent, as all was heard were your sniffles.

"Then how am I alive?" Ned asks.

You can't look at him, as it only brought more pain.

"A few months later, I turned in Kingsley. Then, there were more sightings of a glider on my patrols. I thought it was a copycat of a copycat, but he started to watch my every move. It wasn't until he caught me off guard and chose to fight. It was like he knew my every move, and the only thing he said to me was... that I left him for dead.

That's when I knew and... I never rested till I could save him one more time."

Peter understood, he can count the many times he wishes he could save the people that he couldn't.

You got up from your seat, trying not to break apart.

"Someone needs to watch over him, I'll take the first shift." You said, heading upstairs.

"Hey..." Ned said, making you whip your head to him.

"Be careful." Ned said, but failed to say what he really meant. You hesitate for a moment, but you still went up in silence.

Ned sat back in his seat, burying his hands in his head.

"My doppleganger is locked up in my bathroom. Can this day get any worse?" Ned said out loud.

As if a cruel joke was made towards Ned, there was a knock on the door.

MJ and Peter jumped upright as well as Ned.

Peter walks over carefully and saw who it was through the peep hole.

"It's Wong!" Peter whispers out loud.

"What?" Ned whisper yells.

"What is he doing here?" MJ asks.

"How should I know?"

"You're his apprentice!" MJ and Peter screamed back.

Peter goes up to Ned, placing his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"We need to tell him what's been happening."

"And risk getting into more trouble?"

"Well what do you think we should do?" Peter raises his voice.

Ned combs his hair with his fingers with frustration.

"Go upstairs and warn that Wong is here, I'll try to kick him out."

The two run upstairs as Ned takes a deep breath before opening the door.

"Master Wong! What brings you here?" Ned asks too enthusiastically.

Wong walks in Ned's apartment, hands behind his back.

"I would have used a portal to meet you but Strange said that's 'rude.' I wanted to check on you and see how you were."

"I am A-Okay! Peachy Keen even!" Ned said.

Wong looks at him seriously, making Ned sweat prefusebly.

"I felt I was too harsh on you the last time we spoke. You're still trying to understand your powers, and I felt my responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme were affecting my judgements on you."

Ned was a bit shocked from Wong's words.

"Oh, um, thank you Master Wong. You didn't have to come all this way." Ned said, hoping he'd leave.

But instead, Wong sat down on the couch, sighing.

"You know Ned, I see so much of myself in you, and I want to see you in your full potential-"

Suddenly, there was a loud thump you could hear from upstairs.

"What is that?" Wong asks.

"That's my... turtle."

Wong raises an eyebrow.

"It sounds like you have a big turtle." Wong says, not convinced.

"Yeah, let me check on it. I'll be back." Ned said, running upstairs.

He goes at the end of the hall and sees MJ trying to hold down the door.

"What's going on?" Ned whispered screamed.

"Your doppelganger woke up in a rampage! I've been holding down the door while the two try to fight him."

The door almost pried open, but MJ and Ned was able to lean against it with force.

"Ned? What's wrong?" Wong calls from downstairs.

"Nothing! I'll make sure to visit the temple this week!" Ned screamed back.

They both tried to hold back the door but it was no use. The door flew back as well as both of them, where MJ was slammed by the wall and Ned at the end of the hall.

He looks up and see you and Peter trying to fight Hobgoblin off, but he was too strong. Peter turned around and saw MJ hurt, so Hobgoblin used the opportunity and threw both of you off of him.

You landed by Ned, groaning as he heard a crack and saw you holding your waist. Hobgoblin takes you by the collar and lifts you up in the air.

He looks down at Ned, grinning.

"You must have loved having her in your life, but let me tell you... you're better off without her." he said, closing his hand around your neck.

"N...Ned... I'm sorry..." You croaked, before fluttering your eyes as you couldn't stay conscious for long.

"Stop!" Ned yelled out, his hands glowing yellow. A string of light wrapped around Hobgoblin's arm. Ned pulled the rope down as Hobgoblin lost grip of you as you landed on the ground.

Hobgoblin tried to free himself from Ned's enchantment but he couldn't.

"Don't. Touch. Her." Ned gritted before moving his hands in a sphere like motion, using magic to bind Hobgoblin.

Ned catches his breath as he never used that much magic before. He bends down towards you and holds you up, trying to call you by your name.

"Ned."

He looks up and sees Wong standing by the staircase, looking at him and Hobgoblin who was still trying to break his binds. In the corner, Peter hugs MJ as she has a minor cut on her forehead. He repeatedly asks if she's alright, and looks over to Ned with an unsure look.

Wong carefully walks over to Ned who's tearing up as all he could do was hold you against his chest.

"She's- she's not breathing." Ned whispered, slightly sobbing.

"Let's bring them to the Sanctum, I'll call Strange to help." Wong said softly, as Ned's hands were still glowing a light shade of yellow.

Ned nodded slowly as he carefully lifted you. Wong used a portal to surround Hobgoblin as he disappeared from their sight.

Wong also opens a portal to the sanctum as Ned followed quickly.

"We need to follow them." MJ said, grabbing Peter's hand.

"But you're still hurt." Peter said, coming to a halt.

MJ looks back at him.

"For the hundredth time, I'm fine. Ned needs us there, Peter... more than ever."

Peter hesitantly nods his head and follows MJ until the portal closed. As they all arrived in the Sanctum, Wong cleared a table as Ned laid you softly there. He took off his varsity jacket, folding it as he placed it behind your head for comfort.

"Will she be alright?" Ned asks.

"I'm not sure, we need Strange here now." Wong said.

As if on cue, a portal opened and entered Strange looking alarmed.

"What happened?" He asks, nearing the table as you laid unconscious.

"I think she cracked her ribs and her larynx is bruised." Ned replied.

"Who did this?" Strange asked as he started to examine you.

"Um- my uh, me. Well- a different form of me-"

"A doppleganger came to our world, she's also not from here." Wong answered for Ned.

"They have some incredible strength to have done this damage. I need you all to leave so I can focus."

"No, I'm staying with her."

"Look kid, I don't need your youthful incompetence. You need to leave NOW." Strange demanded.

"Ned, let Dr. Strange help her." Peter said carefully, never seeing his friend so upset.

Ned takes one glance at you and stormed away, finding the terrace so he could find some air.

Now alone, he begins to cry, slightly sobbing. With his building rage, he created ball of light and threw it in the air, screaming his frustration.

"You took them here, didn't you?" Wong asks as he stood behind Ned.

The Leeds boy takes a deep breath and looks over to his teacher. He didn't look angry... just worried.

"I didn't mean to. I was trying to practice to open portals to show you that I'm committed to be your apprentice. Then I thought the best way to do it right was if I could focus on something. I was envisioning my dreams and thought of her, I didn't think she'd be real."

"You're dreams weren't fictional. You were able to access the memories of your doppelganger when you were unconscious. It's a rare gift because not everyone can remember different memories of themselves for long periods of time." Wong said.

"But out of all people, why her? Why did I have to come in her world and brought her here?" Ned asks, looking out.

Wong walks up to Ned and joins him.

"Our powers are deeply connected to our emotions. Perhaps when you were opening your portal, you were trying to find someone, because you were alone. And maybe... you knew that she felt alone too."

Ned fell silent. He never realized how his answers were right there in front of him.

"How can I make this right?" Ned asked with his head hanging low.

"To find what you're looking for, you must search the answer within you." Wong imparted before he left Ned.

As he left, he raised his head and clenched his fist.

Turning around, he closed his eyes and focused, creating a portal. He entered into a dark room, located at the bottom of the Sanctum. He walked down the steps and saw Hobgoblin imprisoned in the magic cell.

Ned stopped in his tracks as his eyes turned dark.

"We need to talk."

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lamptracker · 6 years

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Let’s not let this flop ok

Now I have myself all worked up so I’m hosting an impromptu NSFW Night. Or a Thirsty Thursday, if you will. If you won’t, NSFW Night is fine.

Send in your headcanons/requests/anything naughty about:

- Tom Holland

- Harrison Osterfield

- Harry Holland

- Jacob Batalon

- Tony Revolori

- Hell, even Zendaya and/or Laura Harrier if that’s what you want

Askbox is here.

C’mon, entertain me.

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Swing | Tom Holland

You are Tom Holland's girlfriend and on set to see Tom and Zendaya film the Post-Credit scene for Spiderman : Far from home. You get jealous when you see, Zendaya clinging on to Tom while they swing. When Tom gets to know, he has a plan in mind.

Warnings : Fighting. A place that i made up. Slight hint of smut. Making out. Moaning. Mostly Fluff, don't worry. I think its short. Don't judge, use your imagination for a bit.

Containing : Fluff, angst.

Pairing : You and Tom Holland.

"...And Action!!"

You knew she didn't mean it. It was just her job, and she was getting paid for it. But the not-so familiar anger was boiling in you. You wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so that it doesn't get into your head. So you don't get mad, and probably risk it all. You were here for only one thing. To see your boyfriend act on a real set, and watch him act as the Spiderman, the role he was so proud of. You were so bloody proud of him, he had gotten into the Marvel Franchise, so many fans loving him out there. You honestly couldn't be more proud of your Tom.

Your Tom.

Oh god, stop it.

The scene they were shooting included MJ clinging on to Peter, so that he could hold her while they swing through the streets of Queens for their first official date. You shrugged it off, playing it cool when Tom told you, and teased you that you would be jealous. You really thought you would be fine. But right now, you were totally not fine.

Zendaya was a good friend of yours, and you know she wouldn't try anything with Tom. You knew she liked him as the annoying and cute little co-worker she had to work with. And Tom loved you. Oh how much he loved you. So, you didn't want to ever let him think that you doubting him.

But you weren't doubting him, you were possessive.

And between all the cuddles and kisses, it never crossed your mind that Tom will have to kiss other women in the films and projects he works in. But you were alright with it. It was fine. It was going to be fine.

"And cut!"

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the director yell. Tom and Zendaya laughed after, and said their goodbyes as he headed towards you. He took pulled his Spiderman mask off, and smiled as he ran towards you. You smiled back, but you knew your heart had sunk, and you also knew that Tom would know it. But you tried your best, and genuinely smiled. "Hey love!"

"Hey spider-boy!" You said cheekily.

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. You put your hand on his neck as he pulled you close by your waist, and you both kissed deeply. You took in his honey, homey smell, and your hand went through his beautiful brown curls. "Hey! We agreed on no intense PDA!!" Jacob yelled. You both pulled back, breathless. Everybody was looking at you both, and Tom silently whined and buried his neck in your neck as he noticed Jake Gyllenhaal smirking at him. You chuckled at him. "Shut up, Jacob."

.....

You were sitting in the car next to Tom, in the passenger seat, as he drove back to your house. It was 6 o'clock and the streets were busy with people with jobs and work trying to head back home to their families.

"So, that scene was bloody cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"I mean did you see me swing around the pole? That was awesome. And 'daya was so great, you know? She was like, perfect. I mean, she didn't even slip off, the scene was perfect!!"

"yeah, it was good."

Your heart rate went up when you realized that Tom had noticed your poor mood at the time. He noticed your face. Your eyes were drooped down as you watched the purple sky turning into dark blue, there were wrinkles on your forehead, but not like the cute ones when you're concentrating on something, but like you're upset about something. Your cheeks were down, so were the corner of your lips. He exhaled shortly as he understood something was up.

Tom took a sudden turn. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see, darling."

He stopped and parked infront of the firefly garden, the place you both came to when you want to talk, or just sit in silent. It was the only place where there was a guarantee that you won't be chased by reporters or paparazzi, and you both will be able to take a breath.

Tom exhaled and turned towards you, and took your hands. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question, it was rather a statement. He didn't need to ask you, he knew you too well. For all the 7 and a half months that you've been dating, Tom has been the most wonderful boyfriend, and you knew the pain of guilt in your chest you were going to feel if you tell him the truth.

"Don't bother lying."

Just like he could read your mind. You chuckled, and moved towards him as you hid your head in his broad chest. "Its embarrassing and silly."

"Well, you'll just have to tolerate a little taunting from me if thats the situation." He said as he stroked your head. You nuzzled your head more into his chest as you sighed. "I know you're just doing your job, but its not like you have to hold her so tight..I mean does she have to cling so tightly to your neck!? I mean i'm not getting angry, and i know she isn't meaning it, but its not method acting! S-she can just slightly keep her hands on you!.."

"Love-"

"And why is it that they have to tell her to keep her head nuzzled in your neck!! I mean you can just keep your heads away from each other and still look like you're in love!..I mean you're freakin' actors its what you do.."

You exhaled out loudly as you held tightly onto his chest. You didn't have the courage to get up and look at him, but you could practically feel him smirking and hear his thoughts. You feel his chest rumble a bit when he tries to stifle his laugh. You felt embarrassed and punched his arm. "Hey!"

"Quit laughing, you git!"

"Oh c'mon! Its cute when you're jealous!" He grins as your cheeks turn red and you try to look away. "M' not jealous!"

"Yes, Love, yes you are."

You feel anger bursting in you, as more upsetting thoughts entered your head. Your boyfriend was laughing at you. You looked around insecurely, but Tom didn't notice. He was giggling. "I can't believe you're jealous! And over all that, you're jealous of 'daya!!"

You felt little under his big and loud laugh.

But you slightly smiled for him. "Yeah, sorry." You whispered. "Come on! I'm starving." He said, smiling. But he looked at you as you stared out at the window your eyes still sad. "Hey, are you okay?"

You looked at him and nodded.

.....

All the way ride home, Tom kept giggling and laughing as you looked outside the window. "God! Its so cold in here." He kept glancing at you. But you didn't bother to notice him. You were too busy looking out in the city, traffic everywhere, the sun setting in the west, as students came along their bikes. "You wanna slide next to me?" Tom asked. But you just hummed indicating to say no.

And if he looked closely, did he just see you move away from him?

Something was still wrong. He could tell, and also he knew that it wasn't about Zendaya or the scene, no, it was something else.

He pulled in the driveway of his apartment. Even though the movie was named 'Far From Home' it was actually just 20 minutes from his. "H-hey, we're home.." He told you, but you wouldn't budge. His eyebrows got scrunched up together as he slowly tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped and were startled at the touch. You were interrupted from your mind-numbing overthinking. It was the moment Tom realized that you weren't looking outside, you were rather busy in your thoughts.

You both got home, you went straight to get a shower, not a word to Tom. He was confused by your acting, and wanted to confront you, again. But he wanted to check on you. He wanted this night to go smoothly, and then he would ask you.

You came out of the bathroom to be met with the most delicious smell of popcorn. You took a deep breath and exhaled. You put on your oversized hoodie and some shorts and went out. Tom had put on Tangled, your favourite disney movie. You smiled as you saw him make the sofa comfortable for you, big and fluffy cushions along with the most cuddly blankets. There were skittles and chocolate ice-cream, with popcorn and cheetos. "Hey, Love.."

Tom came and kissed your forehead, he took your hands swiftly and lead you to the sofa. You giggled at him being lovey-dovey. "What?"

"Nothing." You said and smiled at him. "No please tell me," You looked at him confusion visible on your face. "Something happened? Didn't it? You're still down." He gestured vaguely. You looked at him with slight smile on your face, you leaned in and kissed his cheek lovingly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I just didn't like the way you, um.."

You hesitated. Tom sighed and kissed your lips, he deepened at pulled you closer by the waist. Tom pulled back and rested his forehead on yours and sighed. "I'm sorry."

You took his neck in your hands and looked in his warm brown eyes. "Its alright. It just made me upset. Please don't do that again,"

"I won't I promise." He replied back to you and kissed your forehead again. Little did you know that Tom was cooking up a surprise for you.

.....

"Is it ready??" Tom was excited and hella nervous. He wasn't sure whether you'll like it or not. After that night, he understood that laughing at your girlfriend is not a nice thing to do, or as Zendaya said as she swatted him on the head, and I quote, his action was stupid as fuck, and she wished to hit him in the head with a tool that builds up buildings. When she saw Tom's confused face she sighed and swatted him again as she said 'bricks'.

"Would you calm down, dude? Its going to be perfect!" Jacob yelled.

Tom panted as he ran from one place to another. He wanted it to be more than perfect, like you. "Are you going to wear the suit?!"

"I can't find--"

Suddenly the red and blue cloth landed on his face as he halted. He took it off and he saw Zendaya infront of him, with her hands on her waist. "You mess this up, I'm coming for you." Tom put his hands up in surrender. "Um..guys, do any of ya'll own a bullet?" Everyone nodded 'no'. "Any chance an Olive Green Royal Enfield Bullet doesn't belong to Y/n?"

Now was a time to really panic.

"Guys!!! Y-You have to go!"

"Calm down! We're going! Jacob quick!"

Everyone was scurrying off, as Tom looked at them. Panic had flooded his mind, and he was quickly hiding the spiderman suit but failing miserably. But he's got his buddies. "God! Can't you do one thing right?!"

"Harrison!!!!"

"Sorry man! Zendaya's got in my head," He shakes his head, "Good luck man, okay? She loves you."

Tom nodded at him and looked towards the entrance. His heart was doing flips and he just wanted to see you and kiss you, honestly. He ran out to meet you as you were keeping your helmet on your bulllet's handle. You were wearing a classic flannel over one of your white T-backs. "Hey Love!!" You turned your head to look at the idiot you fell in love with.

You honestly didn't know what this was. It was wednesday night. A random evening out somewhere...familiar. It felt kind of familiar. The twists and turns you took to get here felt really familiar. And you think one of the turns you took were so instinctive, like you've been here before. "Hey! Where are we? You said this was a date night! What did you plan, Tom?"

"Woahh, calm down with the questions, Honey. Its a surprise remember?" You groaned. "But you know I don't like surprises!"

"But you like being a part of planning them" Tom teased you. "Because its fun to see the reaction of the person thats receiving the surprise!" You said giddily, as Tom grinned. He kissed your cheek and told you to keep your eyes closed. "You keepin' them closed?"

"Yes! Tom i'm getting impati--"

Tom gently took your hands from your eyes and kissed them as you opened your eyes. The lights lit as you looked at the place, and you gasped as you saw your boyfriend in his spiderman suit as he swung around you with one hand out pointing at the set up he did for you. It was the Spider man : Far From Home set. The sets were up, and you looked around. Everything was perfect. He did this for you.

"T-Tom this i-is, I-I..."

"All for you."

"B-But"

"Shut up and enjoy this." He said quickly and came down as he pulled his mask down. He came towards you and pulled you flushed towards him, and kissed you. He pulled you more closer by the waist, if that's even possible, as he kissed you more deeply and passionately. You slid your hands from his waist to his chest and then up his neck to his curls that you loved so much. You tugged at them harshly as Tom slid his tongue over your lower lip. He growled into your mouth as he held you by waist more possessively and pulled you up. You whimpered slightly as you felt his tongue sliding past your pink lips. "Tom...." You moaned. You both didn't want to pull back, but Tom wanted to go along the plan.

"Don't worry, we're going to continue that back home." He growled into your ear as you blushed and bit your lip.

He took you around the set, swinging as if he was really spiderman, and as if it was really a city. Then he took a sudden turn, and you halted as you ran where he went. "Tom, where did you-Wow."

"Hey, darling."

He came behind you and slid his arms around your waist. The view was beautiful, the moon was shining as you saw the stars sparkling above the buildings. "Isn't this the building where in homecoming you stopped and ate a sandwich?"

"Best sandwiches in New York." He said and you chuckled. "So how are we getting up there, is there a lift here or--"

Suddenly Tom lifted you up as you squealed and screamed. "You ready?" He whispered in your ear. "Ready for what--AHH!!"Tom swung you around, and you held on tight to him as you screamed his ear off and covered your eyes by hiding your face in his neck. "Cmon, Love, enjoy the ride! Open your eyes! Please for me."

You finally opened your eyes but still kept your forehead against his cheek. "Shhh, come on. Look at the view!" You reluctantly pulled back, and then looked upfront. Your breath hitched when you see it, you were feeling the wind in your hair--

"WOAHH----"

"AHH TOM-"

You both crashed down on the roof as you rolled over. You grunted and stood up again. "I thought you were a 'pro' at this, spidey-boy." "Shut up." He said and muttered profanities at Harrison for messing this up. "Ughhh. Anyways, surprise!!"

"What surprise--Wow. You really outdid yourself this time."

"Because I love you."

He came from behind and you kissed him, and then gave him a small, cute peck. You saw the table he'd set, not necessarily, obviously, you knew some way or another Zendaya helped him, but it was beautiful, you loved him for it. The candles were lit on the tablecloth, a red rose in the slim pencil jar. Cute Fairy lights were lit with some photos hung on clips. It was like a dream.

"This is so beautiful." You whispered to him as he led you to the table.

"All for you."

"So, mam what will you like for tonight? Or should I tell you the specials??" Suddenly a really familiar voice came from behind you. You turned your head really fast, and what you saw made you want to laugh your ass off. "Harrison! Sam! What are you doing?"

"No ma'am, we're your waiters for the night. So champagne or wine?"

You looked at Tom and chuckled as you started to shake your head. "Champagne?"

.....

"So ma'am what for desert?"

You turned to see Zendaya. She had her hair tied up in a bun, a suit on and a fake mustache. You laughed and stood up. "Oh look, I have the most handsome waiter ever." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Oh, are we flirting with the waiter now??" He asked cockily. "Well, the waiter is more handsome than you."

"You're looking beautiful, today mam." Zendaya said to you and you just linked your elbows into hers, and grinned. Zendaya bowed as she gave you a rose. You laughed as she winked at you. "Hey! You're stealing my date!" Tom said and you both laughed.

"So, what will you have for desert?"

"I think we will have desert some place else." Tom said suggestively as you blushed. "Shut up, Tom."

"Its okay, bye Y/n."

"Bye Zendaya, thanks for everything." You whispered to her.

"Come on, Love."

.....

"AHHHH--"

"OH MY GOD-"

"Tom, I love you and all. But when we get home, tomorrow morning I'm going to kill you and Harrison!"

"I love you so much. And I'm all yours."

You giggled and kissed him. "All mine."

.....

Happy New Year!!!!!!!!

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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disguise | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: swearing and angry tom

summary: during a promo interview for the new spider-man film, you and bbc radio one team up to pull a prank on your co-stars.

wc: 2.1k

"Hello! We here at BBC Radio One are joined by the brilliant actress, Y/N Y/L/N." Nick Grimshaw introduced you to the camera.

You gave a little wave, "Hello! I promise it's me, I just have lots of things on to disguise myself." you laughed.

Your usual y/h/c hair was changed with a y/f/c wig. They added some makeup to change the shape of your nose and put in eye contacts to change your regular colour. You had huge, red glasses and the crew had dressed you up for a raunchy night out in a club.

"Yes, it is actually Y/N, but she is about to go in and prank her co-stars. We now address her as Astoria Legwinner, an incredibly disrespectful interviewer." Nick explained making everyone laugh.

You nodded, "Yup. Our goal for today is to be so rude that Jacob, Tom and Zendaya either get so angry that they walk out or start yelling at me. Let's get to it!"

The cameras followed you as you walked to the room where all the interviews were being held in. You quickly prepped yourself for the prank and walked inside. Everything was set up, Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob were sat in chairs with an empty spot beside them that was meant for you.

You watched them as they eyed your attire that was obviously inappropriate for a press junket. Your black stilettos clicked obnoxiously loud on the floor as you walked. The crew put the mic on you and gave you a quick nod before you turned back to the actors.

Quickly, you put on a foreign accent and sat down in the seat across from them, "Can we get started? I have places to be today." you rolled your eyes as you got in to character and looked to the crew who nodded back.

The outstretched hand that Tom had offered slowly recoiled as he noticed your attitude.

You saw the trio's confused expressions before Tom spoke up, "Actually, we're waiting on Y/N. If you wouldn't mind holding off for a little while, she should be here any minute."

You scoffed, "I think we can get started without her. Her character is hardly relevant to the film either way."

Their shocked features nearly made you break character before the crew gave you a thumbs up, since they were in on the prank, and you cleared your throat.

"Hello! I'm Astoria Legwinner with BBC Radio One and we're here with the stars of the new Spider-Man film." you gestured to the actors. When they didn't speak, you spoke again, "Introduce yourselves. That's not my job." the snark in your voice was painful for you to hear.

"I'm Jacob Batalon." it came out as more of a question than a statement.

Tom scratched his neck, "I'm Tom Holland."

Zendaya tried to keep herself from glaring at you, "And I'm Zendaya."

"Bravo. So, I'm sure you will get asked all the generic questions that you usually do by other interviewers and I wanted to spice things up by talking about what everyone wants to know about; your love lives." you knew to bring up the topic that pushed every celebrity's buttons.

"Uh, okay?" Jacob eyed you warily as the three exchanged confused looks.

You pretended to read off the cards in your hand even though they were completely blank, "Jacob, you're clearly single, so my next questions won't concern you."

Tom began to cough as the words left your mouth while he was mid-sip.

"Tom and Zendaya." you glanced down at the blank sheets again, purposely mispronouncing Zendaya's name, "Your characters are each other's love interests in the film and many have speculated that you are dating in real life. I'm not going to ask if you are because you're obviously going to lie to me and say that you're not."

Zendaya was quick to interrupt, "Actually, we are not dating in real life."

"Yeah, and I have a girlfriend already." Tom clarified.

That girlfriend being you.

You eyed them with a judging stare, "Who is your girlfriend then, Tom?" you pressed.

Tom took another sip of water, something he always does when questions that aren't of relevancy get asked, "I'd prefer not to say."

You shrugged, "As long as it's not Y/N Y/L/N, then that's fine. You can do a lot better than that." there was an audible gasp from all three at your words.

"I'm sorry. What is that supposed to mean?" Zendaya scoffed at your remark.

You shrugged again, a smirk pulling on your lips, "Just saying, a handsome young man like yourself could get any girl in the world. Y/N is obviously way below average and you're definitely out of her league." you insulted yourself.

Tom stammered before speaking, "Y/N is a lovely woman and an incredible actress."

Jacob nodded, "She's actually really chill and down to earth."

"You've never met her, have you?" Zendaya asked.

You rolled your eyes again, "No, but I don't need to meet her to know that she's obnoxious. Getting back to your little film. Tell me about it. I don't really care for Marvel so make it quick." you snapped your fingers.

They all exchanged flabbergasted looks before Tom cleared his throat, "Um, Spider-Man goes on a summer vacation around Europe with his school friends and he tries to hang up the suit and just be Peter Parker for the summer, but he meets a man named Mysterio and they team up together to fight elemental creatures."

You gave a fake and loud yawn, "I said make it quick, but okay. Getting back to dating," you saw their annoyed faces, "What's your ideal type? What do you look for in a girl or boy? Jacob?"

"Uh, someone funny and kind, I guess?"

You nodded, "Boring. Zendaya?" you mispronounced her name again.

"It's actually Zendaya." she corrected you with an awkward laugh.

You waved her off with a limp wrist, "Yeah, yeah. Tomato, tomahto. What's your type?"

Her features showed nothing but disbelief before she answered, "Someone respectful and generous with a sense of humour."

"Dull. And what about you, Tommy?" you leaned forward with a flirty smile, your cleavage was definitely on full show.

Tom eyed you weirdly, his stare lingering on your breasts for a second longer than acceptable, "Um, someone funny and respectful and compassionate."

"Aw! Like me?" you touched his knee with your hand as he sat back, trying to get away from you.

He gave an unenthusiastic chuckle, "Um, like my girlfriend."

You gave a fake pout, "Well, when you two inevitably break up, give me call." you tossed him a seductive wink and leaned back in your chair.

You saw them all look over at the crew and their agents who were sat in the room. Looking for help or a signal that it was almost over.

"Jacob." you pulled their attention back to you, "You aren't as well known as Tom or Zendaya. How does that affect your friendship with them? Do you ever get jealous living in their shadow?" you were definitely crossing a line and if you weren't the one asking the question, you surely would've slapped the interviewer across the face.

You could tell that they were trying so hard to be respectful, but their patience was wearing thin.

"No, I don't get jealous of them. Our friendship is amazing and I love them and Y/N very much." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Hmm, sure." you hummed, "Tom, you have a dog."

He nodded, "Yeah, Tessa."

"She's super cute." Jacob added.

Tessa was definitely the most adorable pup you had ever laid eyes on, but the character you were playing had different beliefs that you had to live up to.

You shrugged, "I've seen cuter." they looked at one another again incredulously, "Who's the most annoying person on set? My guess is Y/N."

"No. No one on set is annoying and definitely not Y/N." Jacob was quick to protest.

Zendaya shifted in her seat, "Y/N is one of the best people in the cast. Are these actual questions?" she laughed dryly.

You glanced back down at the blank cards, trying your hardest not to break character.

You nodded before Tom spoke, "You've never even met Y/N. Why do you think she's the most annoying?"

You shrugged absentmindedly, "She gives off that vibe of being a total bitch. How she looks is horrendous and don't even get me started on her acting. Like, c'mon, they couldn't have casted someone with actual talent? Am I right?"

"You're one to call someone a bitch." Jacob scoffed as he mumbled the words but you heard it and nearly laughed.

"Seriously, who are you to say anything about Y/N?" Zendaya's anger was rising.

"Y/N is outstandingly talented and an amazing person to work with." Tom shook his head in disbelief, "I think this interview is over. We're not gonna sit here while you bash our co-star and ask inappropriate questions about our love lives." he finished while crossing his arms and nodding towards the door.

You were determined to draw the best reaction out of them. You nodded slowly, "One last thing before I leave." you began to take your glasses off.

You discarded the prosthetic makeup on your nose and yanked the wig off of your head. Your natural hair flowed down from the place it had been held in as you shook your head and smiled at them.

Their features showed a mix of shock, amusement and bewilderment. It was priceless.

"I really hate Y/N." you returned back to your normal voice and joked with a wide grin before laughing at their still stunned faces.

"You little shit!" Zendaya exclaimed while laughing with you.

Jacob was next, "Oh, my fucking God. I was so close to flipping my shit at you." he covered his face with his hands as he laughed.

Tom still stared with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"You okay?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"I hate you so much." he shook his head again before laughing with all of you.

"You really didn't know it was me?" you asked as the laughter died down.

They all shook their heads, "No! I thought you were bloody Astoria Legwinner. That was the best and worst interview of my life." Tom buried his head in his hands.

You ran up and hugged Jacob, "I'm so sorry! I wanted to slap myself during this." your apology left the whole room laughing.

Jacob hugged you back tightly, "Don't be sorry! That was fucking hilarious!" you sighed with relief as you sat back down in your seat.

"Did you come up with all of that or are there actual questions on those?" Zendaya pointed to the cards before you handed them to her.

"Nope. All blank." you smirked as they shook their heads again.

Jacob started to clap as the two joined in, "I applaud your acting skills because holy shit, I don't know how you didn't break character at all."

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how to prank your co-stars. Thanks for watching BBC Radio One! If you want to see more click the videos on the screen and go check out the new film, 'Spider-Man: Far From Home' in theatres June twenty-sixth! Bye!" you waved to the camera with your friends before the crew signalled that they had stopped recording.

Immediately, Tom wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your neck. You hugged him back with a light laugh.

"You're evil for doing that. You said such awful things about yourself!" he scolded you making you laugh again.

"It was well worth the reaction. Now, I need to change and get ready for the actual interviews. This dress makes me feel like a college student." you ran your hand down the side of the short, red piece of fabric.

"You look hot." Zendaya winked as you turned to walk out the room and you blew her a kiss.

"Also," you turned around and looked at Tom, "I saw you eyeing Astoria's cleavage. Watch yourself, Holland." you pointed two fingers from your eyes to his as Jacob and Zendaya laughed.

He held his hands up in surrender, "Secretly, I knew it was you, so you can't be mad at me for that."

You called over your shoulder before walking out of the room, "You're a liar, so yes I can."

As the door shut behind you, Tom looked to his mates with wide eyes, "Do you think she's actually mad at me? It was her, so she can't really be mad."

They were both silent for a few seconds before laughter hit Tom's ears, "Oh, boy. Good luck with that, dude." Zendaya patted his shoulder.

"Technically, you stared at Astoria Legwinner's cleavage, not your girlfriend's." Jacob added.

"I-I did not stare! I g-glanced!"

#tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #zendaya #jacob batalon #spiderman #far from home

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tiffanypooh · 2 years

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NO SPOILERS! Just my little thoughts about No way Home. No worries!🙈

UPDATE: Some people said there should be three special clips. I’ve only saw two.😭

Unbelievable! Unexpected! Amazing!

I just finished watching Spider-man: No way home and I literally screamed with other audiences in the theatre. The story is amazing and it’s literally out of my expectations. I’m curious about the aftermath of Peter Parker’s live after been through all these chaos.

It’s awesome that I can enjoy the film under MX4D version. Totally recommend you to watch it if you could. The vision, the sound effects and the movement can really bring you into the world of Spider-man and it’s like you swinging and fighting with him at the same time.

P.S. At least TWO special clips before and after the end credits. So sit tight and appreciate all staff who help creating the film! Especially the last clip (can’t wait to watch the next film in 2022).

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zendayasfwb · 3 years

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why r there no ned leeds fics wtf put respect on my mans name and give him his own fic dammit

#mj #peter parker #spiderman #zendaya #euphoria #miles morales #ned leeds #tom holland #fanfiction #fic #ned leeds x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #mj x reader #jacob batalon

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jesslockwood · 3 years

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rakes | chapter one

pairing: regency!Harrison Osterfield x regency!reader

words: 2.3k ish

warnings: bridgerton s1 spoilers, swearing I think? little bit of smut

a/n: im so excited for this series. Like I'm obsessed with Bridgerton and have been reading the books so this is my take at a story like this :)

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Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers

We have finally bestowed ourselves upon a new season's rush, which has every eligible lady hoping to have a suitor or a few lined up by the first night, at least enough to keep the vicious mama’s off their backs, and the many of suitors looking for a wife to bear their next of kin. Now that the diamond of the last season is formally wed, I ask dear reader, who else shall we look to for this season’s most eligible? Perhaps we should be looking to someone new in town, who has arrived as the formal company to the Duke, and now may I say Duchess of Hastings. It is said to have seen the late Earl of Beaumont’s daughter’s arrival. It is said she is an old family friend of the young duke’s late mother. She has apparently come all the way from France, and may I say reader, after her first tragic entrance into society we can only hope things go well, or you'll hear about it from myself. She carries on the last lineage to the family, as her estranged aunt had bore no children. It is said, however, the new Earl of Beaumont is no other than the bastard child of Lady Y/n’s uncle. Let us all hope the venom that was brought onto that family has not reached the young and upcoming Lady Y/n, nor the Earl of Beaumont.

However, dear reader, the recent Viscount Featherington has mysteriously passed, leaving his wife, Lady Feathrington, and three daughters, to fend the ton. Perhaps once they are presented this year, they shall have better luck at becoming the season’s most eligible as they will need that luck for our most eligible suitor.

As of note, reader, our most eligible suitor since the duke is now officially out of the game, I turn your eyes upon the new Viscount Holland. Since the passing of the Lord’s father, he is now the most worthy of the title of most eligible. With not only his charming looks, but he is also said to be. He now has the duty of finding a wife to carry on the Holland name. All I can say for sure is he is the one to look for at a soiree and without acting quick, perhaps Lady Y/n will catch the eye of the most eligible suitor now.

It is heard also dear reader the most infamous rake of the ton, Son of the late Viscount Osterfield, Lord Osterfield is to be back in town. Maybe he will be looking to catch the eye of some ladies of the ton, but beware dear reader, Lady’s and Mama’s as his reputation upholds itself, and may not change anytime soon.

“Thomas! Have you read this yet?!”

Patrick Holland, the youngest of the four Holland Brothers comes yelling, almost rushing into the Viscount’s study like a paperboy.

The Eldest of the four looks at the boy’s hand, to only read one gossip paper title.

“Paddy, I do not read rubbish such as Lady Whistledown.” Thomas sighs trying to get his late father’s affairs in order.

Dominic had only left the name of his successor as Tom, and no instructions of how to do anything other than making sure everything was in order. Although he was in such luck to not have sisters such as his friend, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, and having to deal with finding worthy matches for them, he still had to keep his brothers in line, such as not mucking up a lady’s virtue, or getting caught in any sort of scandal for Lady Whistledown to sniff out like a bloodhound.

“But Tom! She writes about you!” Paddy mentions in haste.

“What is all this yelling about!?” Harold Holland, the eldest of the twin brothers slips into the study along with said twin brother, Samuel Holland

“Harry, Sam, Tell Tom to read the recent Lady Whistledown! She mentions the Earl of Beaumont’s daughter and Tom-“

“Really? Give it here!” Harry snatches the paper out of his hands, before reading it with Sam over his shoulder.

After reading it the room fell silent for a minute. The three youngest deep in thought.

“Isn’t Lady Y/n the only one to be debuted and be out of a season before its end?” Sam asks “It’s never been heard of but apparently she never got any proposals-“

“Do you think Osterfield will try and sweep her off her feet? He did write two days ago of his late arrival into the season.” Harry mentions.

“Yeah but not before he tries to get under her skirt Harry-“ Sam gently shoves his twin.

“What If she’s ugly? Sam? Harry? What will he do then?” Paddy quips back.

“You of the lot could try and get with her then!” Harry says and shoves Sam back. Soon enough the whole room is filled with lighthearted arguing from the brothers.

“ENOUGH!” Thomas yells over them rubbing his temples. “That is enough.”

They all mumble apologies.

Tom sighs, “I’m sorry myself. Father just left a lot for me, and you three need not get into trouble. Especially with the Lady with her popularity, and even more, not Lady Whistledown… Now let me see what the pompous lady wrote about me.”

“I cannot bear to leave you two, all to find a man to keep my family line going. How frivolous -”

“Oh come on Y/n! You do wish to lie to me when I know finding company of a husband is all you dreamed of since you were a girl.”

“Yes well Simon, if I only could make a wife as lovely as yours, then I would be worthwhile to have a husband and some children of my own such as your family.” You smile down in Daphne’s arms, where their son lies, “Yet you know how much I do despise not traveling the world, as far away from my aunt’s claws as possible.”

“Ah yes, your Aunt Beast-rice- I mean Beatrice.”

“Simon! Not funny! If she heard you from here she’d kill you with just one look at her beastly form!” you joke back.

After the laughter calms down you bid your goodbyes.

“I mustn’t keep the queen waiting, nor your gracious family Hosting me Daphne. I thank you dearly again for letting me stay after, well,-”

“It is no problem at all. Now make Haste, as I know my siblings and Mama have many questions for you already. Especially Eloise! She is excited to know about your travels!”

“And I shall answer them all! Goodbye, your Graces!”

“And to you, Lady Y/n!” Daphne replies.

Stepping up into your carriage you nod towards your old friend and wave to his wife, before settling into your seat for the journey ahead.

You had never in a million years thought Simon of all people would get married, nor that you, well, necessarily wouldn’t want to. After all that had happened in the past three years, your parents passing, and all the scandal and sabotage your family went through, well it seemed impossible for yourself to ever be back in London.

It had to be your duty now more than ever to find a husband so that the witch of your aunt couldn’t grasp her vicious claws and try to ruin you as well. After what your uncle did, it would be sacrilegious to do so, so the only fate for you was finding a worthy match to keep you in the comfort of knowing your family was safe.

Love was not on the table anymore, at least it is what you thought. Your parents had a rare love, and in one season, you knew you couldn’t find it that easily, as your fate was more like a business transaction rather than a place for finding the one for you.

At least you had faith in the new Earl to help you find a match. The two of you had been friends as children, of the ripe age of you at four and him at seven, the two of you had been inseparable, almost like you were siblings. As you got older, you were convinced that no matter his bloodline, you were his sister. Your father had instilled that family bond in the two of you. Even the staff would say “Y/n and William are an inseparable pair of siblings”.

That is until the actual wicked man, Willam’s father tried to get him to claim his rightful place as the next real Earl since he was your uncle's bastard child, and there were no other “strong options”. The man even tried to find a way to get himself to be the Earl of Beaumont years before. He had brought this upon William’s seventeenth birthday, interrupting the whole party after not seeing any of the family for six years. Uncle Hugh had never come after marrying his new wife, Aunt Beatrice.

You had never met the new woman your uncle married at that point, you could only remember your Aunt Anne Mysteriously passing suddenly before your uncle Hugh had married the beast. At the age of eight, you were convinced she had some sort of spell on your uncle, as you found weird herbs in her chambers when they got married. Your Mother brushed it off when you tattled and told you it was probably just to make some rouge or something with it. You were still convinced she was bewitching everyone.

When William refused to take ownership of the title, uncle Hugh was livid. Then he decided to take matters into his own hands.

You brush off the chills in your spine even thinking about your debut into society. It was the most wretched night of your life.

“We are here Lady Y/n.”

You shake off the memories, coming back into reality, stepping out into the inn Simon suggested you stay in, instead of riding in the night.

It was quaint and small, it was nice for a place like this, though you had stayed in worse places in your travels.

You stepped out of your carriage and headed into the inn.

You couldn’t sleep. It was two days before your debut back into society and you kept waking up sweating with nightmares, or hearing the pounding and a woman and a man yelling- or something of the sorts- through the walls. You had the urge almost to go knock on their door to tell them that they were being too loud, yet you didn’t.

How on earth were you supposed to get up at an unholy hour to ride half of the day only to be swept up into the chaos of being introduced back into society the moment you were to arrive. You had to get many dresses, shoes, rouge, and hair accessories, and plenty more to just begin your day. All with pushing past everything of what you even began to feel about it all.

Your parents were not going to be there. Never to see any of the firsts of you getting betrothed, or wedding to your betrothed, having children, or even possibly, by chance, the love you would share in your life. Your world had come crashing down when they died, so how could you possibly build it again without them there?

Harrison Osterfield was taking a promenade in this lady’s well- I think you’ll get the picture. As she laid on the bed moaning as he thrust into her, the bed in the inn halfway toward his home was shaking and banging on the paper-thin walls with his powerful movements. He was a known regular at the inn and in England, he was known as one of the most infamous rakes in town. Being so of his reputation, he kept it to a high standard. She was a performer of some sort- that he could not remember- traveling back with him on his journey for pleasure purposes. He had just finished round three, of intercourse, after a few rounds of, well other such naughty yet delightful actions that took place.

“AH!” she moaned orgasming, Katie? Was it? Or was it Kitty?. Harrison couldn’t remember or even care to.

He kept thrusting a few times more until he pulled out and came into a handkerchief.

After being all intercourse-d out she sleepily rolled over her naked form, grabbing her things. She knew this is where her stop was ending with him and was going back to her room, to travel with her relative who was also in the business the next day.

“Thanks for the ride m’lord.” she mocked slightly after getting dressed in her nightgown heading to her room, “until next time”

Harrison just smirked back.

Laying back onto the covers after the smell of sex, he thought how his stepfather James, had warned him of his current status of rakishness hindering him from finding a bride.

He’d prove he could woo any woman, and make her fall so deeply in love with him that she would want to marry him. And that was his plan this season. Last season’s diamond of the first water was married in a whirlwind, so he assumed he could do it quicker and get a new reputation among the ton, by marrying her.

Then at least his sister Charlotte wouldn’t be doomed when she was introduced to society in the next few years, that she could marry whomever her heart desired. And at least, he could help her from changing his reputation, by marrying. His rakish days of course would be over, but at least he could change their minds on the Osterfield Family.

@spideyspeaches @greenorangevioletgrass @take-me-to-ny

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #harry holland #sam holland #zendaya coleman #zendaya #jacob batalon

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disneygirl626 · 3 years

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Peter Parker x Reader :Journey: (2/2)

(Y/n) stood sideways in front of the mirror, a frown etched deep in her features.

“If you keep frowning like that your face is going to get stuck.”

She jumped and turned, watching her husband walk over to her. “Haha, very funny.”

“What’re you doing anyway?” Peter asked with a chuckle.

“Pete, look, the baby bump is already showing! They’re going to see right through me!” (Y/n) said, looking back at the mirror and placing her hands on her stomach.

While she was right, there was a bump, that’s also all it was. A bump. Barely even that, to be honest.

“Honey, I don’t think they’ll notice it,” Peter said, wrapping his arms around his wife from behind. His hands landed on her stomach and she smiled.

“What time is dinner again?” (Y/n) asked.

“Pepper said to be there at 6, but Tony said 7 so I have no idea,” Peter said, earning a laugh from (Y/n).

“May and Happy are coming too, right?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yep. How do you think we should tell everyone about the baby?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know. There’s so many options!” (Y/n) had been watching YouTube videos all day in preparation. She figured this is something they should’ve planned beforehand, but time had gotten away from her and before she knew it it was the day of the dinner and they still had no plan.

“We could do the picture thing,” Peter suggested.

“But who would take it?” (Y/n) asked as she went back to getting ready.

Peter plopped down on their bed with a bounce. “Oh yeah… Why don’t we do the onesie thing? Where it says ‘coming soon’ or something like that.”

“I think you have to have those custom made,” (Y/n) said.

The couple sat in silence, each racking their brains to think of something.

“What do you think of the ultrasound idea?” (Y/n) asked.

“Nah, it needs to be more creative,” Peter said, making his wife smirk.

“What’s that look for?” Peter asked, grinning.

“You’re just adorable,” (Y/n) said.

Peter’s grin widened before it slowly started to fade. “Have you.. have you thought anymore about telling your parents?”

His wife’s smile faded as well. After (Y/n) had gotten engaged to Peter, she and her family had gotten into a huge argument with her family. Her parents highly disapproved of Peter and wanted (Y/n) to go back to school instead of settling down so quickly.

They’d been invited to the wedding but no one had shown up. When Tony found out about that, he had offered to walk (Y/n) down the aisle and give her away. To say that she had started crying was an understatement.

Anyway, she hadn’t heard from her family since before the wedding so she hadn’t planned on telling them about the baby.

“I’ve thought about it. I just don’t know, Peter. There’s only two ways this could go and neither of them are good.”

“It’s completely up to you, (N/n). I’ll support whatever you choose,” Peter said. (Y/n) gave him a small smile.

She finished getting ready, but couldn’t shake that thought out of her head. If she did try to call them they could either ignore her or answer and give her a lecture about how she’s too young to be a mom and yada yada yada.

Her and Peter discussed how to surprise the rest of the family during the whole ride to the compound and came up with the perfect plan.

(Y/n) began shaking with nervous excitement as they pulled up to the compound.

“You ok?” Peter asked, frowning a little bit.

“Mhm,” she replied, climbing out of the car as May came to greet them.

“Hi guys!” she said happily. She ran over to (Y/n) and squeezed her in a hug. “I’ve missed you both!”

(Y/n) laughed as she hugged May. “We’ve missed you too!”

“Are you ok? You look… different. Not bad different, just different. Like you’re… glowing almost.”

(Y/n) froze for a split second. Peter saved her from having to answer as he walked over and squeezed his aunt in a hug.

May eyed (Y/n) suspiciously as the trio headed inside, but she didn’t say anything else about it.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Tony said with a grin.

Peter rolled his eyes but (Y/n) just smirked. The night continued on with (Y/n) on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She was sure they saw right through her. What if they weren’t happy about it? What if they thought they were too young to be parents? Her mom had been in her life, but she wasn’t exactly the best mom in the world. What if she wasn’t a good mom? What if-

“Hey.”

(Y/n) pulled herself out of her spiral of worry and looked up to find her husband watching her with a frown. “You ok?” he whispered, giving her hand a squeeze.

She forced a smile and nodded. “I’m ok. Just… tired I guess.”

Peter didn’t look like he believed her, but they didn’t have the chance to talk about it before FRIDAY announced the takeout they ordered had arrived.

As they sat around the living room and munched on the food, (Y/n) caught her husband’s eye and nodded, biting her lip in a smile. Her hands trembled as she handed May and Happy and Tony and Pepper a small gift as the conversation died down.

“What’s this?” May asked suspiciously, eyeing the small rectangle box with a little smile.

“A present,” (Y/n) replied, sitting next to Peter and taking his hand.

The couple’s opened their respective boxes, pulling out a sandwich baggie with ‘Spider-baby coming soon!’ written on it and a positive pregnancy stick in it.

Pepper was the first to catch on. She let out a happy little scream and jumped up, throwing the baggie at Tony in the process.

(Y/n) stood as Pepper practically bounced over and threw her arms around her and Peter. (Y/n) laughed as May caught on next, having about the same reaction as Pepper. Happy and Tony caught on shortly after that. They were excited but their reaction was a bit calmer than the women.

The months seemed to fly by after that. The first trimester had been rough. Morning sickness had hit (Y/n) like a brick wall. Most of the time she could only eat a couple saltines and drink some chicken broth.

There had been one point where they’d almost had to go see Helen, but thankfully everything worked itself out. They did call Dr. Cho a couple times, but without being able to actually see (Y/n), she had to guess it was from the radiation that changed Peter’s DNA.

“But-but he or she isn’t going to be an actual spider-baby, right?” (Y/n) had asked, having gone pale.

“No, I don't think so, (Y/n). He or she might have some powers, but I highly doubt it,” Helen had replied.

During the second trimester, the morning sickness gradually left and (Y/n) was hit with a whole bunch of cravings. The second trimester became (Y/n)’s favorite part of the pregnancy. She was able to actually eat normal food without puking her guts out ten minutes later and she felt great!

“(Y/n), are you sure you should be up there?”

“Ned, relax, it’s just a ladder.”

“Exactly, it’s a ladder! It could topple over at any second!”

“It won’t if you’re holding it.”

Ned tightened his grip on the metal ladder as he watched one of his best friends attempt to paint the wall in front of her. They were keeping the baby’s gender a surprise until he or she was born, so they had been a pretty sage green for the walls.

Peter was returning tomorrow night from a business trip with Stark Industries, so (Y/n) had called Ned and MJ to come help her decorate the nursery to surprise Peter.

The puking from the first trimester had taken its toll on (Y/n). She was a lot thinner now, except for the growing bump, and got dizzy pretty easily.

(Y/n) inched closer to the wall, much to Ned’s dismay. “(Y/n), do I need to call MJ?”

“No, I’m perfectly capable of doing this,” (Y/n) said, tongue poking out the side of her mouth as she concentrated on not hitting the ceiling.

“Capable of doing what?” MJ asked as she walked in. She carried bags from various baby stores, which she set in a pile in the middle of the room.

“(Y/n)’s trying to give me a heart attack,” Ned replied.

Said woman glared at him. “Am not.”

“(Y/n), do you really think you should be up there? What if you have a dizzy spell?” MJ asked, crossing her arms.

“I’ll be fine. Just let me get this last part then I’ll - oh!”

MJ and Ned raced over, but (Y/n) didn’t fall. Instead, she dropped the roller as her hand flew to her bump.

“What? What’s wrong?” Ned asked.

“He or she kicked!” (Y/n) said, grinning. She got down from the ladder and grabbed her friend’s hands, placing them on her belly. The baby kicked again, making grins pull at Ned and MJ’s lips.

“I wish Peter was here!” (Y/n) said, smiling bigger than she had in a while.

“(Y/n)?” someone called, making all three heads turn to the living room.

“Peter!” (Y/n) said happily, running to the doorway. She planted a kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand and putting it on her belly.

“(Y/n), what-?”

“Shh! Just watch!”

Sure enough, the baby kicked Peter’s hand. “Whoa!”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

The third trimester brought cramps, swollen feet, and weekly checkups. As the baby grew bigger, (Y/n)’s body began having a hard time adjusting. She became iron deficient and was confined to bed rest within the last couple weeks of her pregnancy due to other complications.

“Peter, I swear, I’ll be ok. Go be Spider-man for a little bit. I’ll call you if anything happens,” (Y/n) said, giving her husband’s hand a squeeze.

“But-”

“No buts. Baby and I will be ok, I promise.”

“What if you have to go to the bathroom? Or what if you get hungry?” Peter asked.

“I called MJ. We’re going to have a girls night,” (Y/n) said, one hand rubbing her large stomach while the other held her husband’s hand tightly.

Peter hesitated. “You swear you’ll call me if anything happens?”

“Yes,” (Y/n) said with a loving smile.

“Fine. I’ll only be gone for a few hours though, ok?”

“Ok. Stay safe, love,” (Y/n) said, pecking his lips before he got up.

“You too,” Peter said. He gave her belly a kiss before suiting up and jumping out the window.

“I will never get used to that,” (Y/n) sighed.

MJ showed up half an hour later and the girls filled up with junk food and cheesy rom-coms.

“So when are you due?” MJ asked as she left to refill the popcorn bucket.

“Two more weeks. But we don’t even know if it’ll actually happen on that day,” (Y/n) said, resting her head on the pillow behind her as she scrolled through Instagram.

A sharp pain shot through her body, making her wince. She didn’t think much of it, it’s been happening a lot lately. Then water began pooling under her thighs. She paled and muttered a curse.

“Uh.. Michelle?”

“I’m coming! Don’t play the movie yet!” MJ called back.

“MJ, my water broke!”

A crash came from the kitchen as MJ ran back into the bedroom. “Are you ok? Does anything hurt?”

“No-no, I’m ok. What-what should I do?” (Y/n) said as the situation began to set in.

“Call Peter. I’ll get your bag and your shoes,” MJ said.

(Y/n) had never been more thankful for her friend’s calmness before now. She tried her husband five times before giving up and leaving a message. She then tried Tony, who answered on the third ring.

“Hey, (Y/n), what’s up?”

“Tony, my water just broke and I can’t get a hold of my husband. I sent him out to be Spider-man for a little bit, but now he’s not answering!”

“OK, stay calm, (N/n). I’ll go look for him and make sure everything’s ok. Are you by yourself?”

“No, MJ is here with me. Call me when you find him!” (Y/n) said as MJ ran back in with (Y/n)’s sandals and hospital bag.

“Will do, kid.”

They hung up and called the hospital. Due to all of her complications so far, they told her to come in right away.

So MJ hailed a cab and helped her very pregnant friend down the stairs and into said cab. ON the way, they call Ned who met them at the hospital.

(Y/n) was called back into a room almost immediately with her friends by her side.

“Anything from Tony?” (Y/n) asked MJ.

As if on cue, her phone began ringing. MJ put it on speaker and said, “Tony? Did you find him?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. We’re on our way now. How’s she doing?”

“I’m fine, just get here quickly please!” (Y/n) said.

“We’re almost there!” Tony said before they hung up.

Well, after that phone call things rapidly went downhill. They gave her an epidural, and shortly after that (Y/n)’s blood pressure began dropping drastically, resulting in some panicked nurses and doctors.

(Y/n) began having trouble staying awake and the epidural wasn’t even working, which meant she was still in pain.

“MJ!”

MJ and Ned looked up from the seat they’d claimed as Peter and Tony ran in. Peter had a black eye and a cut on his cheek, but other than that he looked ok.

“Where is she? Is she ok?” Peter asked.

“Her blood pressure is dropping. They kicked us out,” Ned said.

“She’s in that room,” MJ said, pointing discreetly to the room across from them.

Peter raced in to find his pregnant wife pale and asleep while a doctor and nurse talked next to her. They both looked up when Peter walked in.

“I’m Peter, I’m her husband. What’s going on?” he said quickly.

“We’re going to have to do an emergency c-section, it’s not healthy for your wife or your baby if we try to wait,” the doctor said.

So that’s what happened. Almost three hours later, the Spider-baby was brought into the world and (Y/n)’s blood pressure started rising back to normal. She woke up almost thirty minutes after the baby was born to find Peter sitting next to her bed and holding her hand.

“Is the baby ok? Where-what happened?” she asked weakly.

“The baby is great. They have her in the NICU just to be safe for a couple days, but they said as soon as you feel like it we can go visit her,” Peter said, a soft smile on his face.

“Her? It’s a girl?” (Y/n) asked, smiling.

“We have a daughter, (N/n),” Peter said.

They found (Y/n) a wheelchair then went straight to the NICU.

“You must be Baby Parker’s parents. She’s doing great, she should be able to leave in a few days,” a nurse said with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” Peter said.

“Pete, she’s so beautiful,” (Y/n) said with tears in her eyes.

“What should we name her?” Peter asked.

“You pick the first name and I’ll pick the middle name,” (Y/n) said.

“Clara,” Peter said almost instantly.

“May,” (Y/n) said, just as quickly.

They smiled. “Clara May Parker.”

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A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading! I know I brought up the parent thing, then never did anything with it so I was thinking of doing a little spinoff oneshot of this later on. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these twoshots!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #reader inserts #x readers #pregnant reader #peter parker x pregnant!reader #tom holland #zendaya #jacob batalon #tony stark #may parker #robert downey jr #michelle jones #ned leeds #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #spiderman #marvel movies

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call me, beep me

In which I wrote a Kim Possible AU :)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3865

Warnings: literally none lol it’s all fun and fluff

“Toooom!” you exclaimed in a loud cry. He had clumsily knocked over part of your science fair project, a diorama of the solar system. His misstep caused Pluto to pop off the wire and dented Neptune a little.

“Oh my gosh, y/n, I’m so sorry, let me get that-” he started to reach down and grab the littlest planet at the same time as you, causing both of your heads to bump together.

You each jumped back again, exclaiming “ow!” and rubbing your temples simultaneously.

Things had been off between you and your childhood best friend lately.

You’d been attached at the hip since preschool, and though you had your ups and downs, had always stayed friends. You were partners in (fighting) crime, but now it was like you were out of sync and couldn’t figure out why.

“It’s okay, Tom. Seriously. I can fix it myself. You need to work on your project anyways, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. If it makes you feel any better, most people don’t even consider Pluto a planet anymore, so I kinda did you a favor.”

“You take that back! Pluto is so a planet!”

As you both laughed it off, a familiar four-toned beep came from your pocket.

“What’s the sitch, Jacob?” you asked into the phone, where your friend could be seen sitting at his computer.

“Hey, y/n. I was checking out Dr. Gyllenhaal’s purchase history lately, and well... tell me if this sounds fishy: 200 pounds of cherry flavored jello mix. That might not sound too bad except that he’s at the villain convention and just snatched the last 30 liters of mind-control juice. The first person you look at after ingesting some can control what you do unless you can reverse it. Oh, and he invited you and everyone else in town to a cookout at the park tomorrow.”

“Well, definitely doesn’t sound like any regular cookout. I’ll check things out. Give me location on the convention and we’ll head over,” you responded, annoyed that you needed to take a pause on your project that was due the next morning.

“I’m gonna ask him why he chose cherry. I mean, really. All the flavors in the world and you pick cherry!?” Tom said incredulously. You rolled your eyes in amusement and grabbed his arm.

“Come on, jello boy. Let’s go.”

The year’s convention was the place to be.

The villain counsel had gotten together and gotten a spot at the biggest venue in Rio, and everyone had been able to share conquests and victories along the beach.

Which is where Dr. Gyllenhaal was happily sipping on his frozen drink in the sun as his henchwoman, Daisy, lounged nearby.

“So you really think jello is the way to go, huh? Not a mixer at the club? It’d be a lot more fun that way,” she trailed.

“Y/n y/l/n and that... that... buffoon of hers are in high school. They cannot go to clubs. But jello! I mean who doesn’t love jello!?”

“Well... me for one. And cherry, really? Cherry? Couldn’t have at least gone for strawberry?”

“Cherry is the best flavor and you know it! Now let me enjoy my drink in peace before we head back to the lair.”

“Better sip quickly. I think that’s her and her little friend on the parasail that just disconnected from the boat,” Daisy said nonchalantly, sunglasses pulled down to see you gliding towards the beach.

“WHAT!?”

He threw the drink aside and sat up quickly.

You and your parachute were floating down gracefully as Tom was struggling. His naked mole rat, Tessa, was desperately trying to detangle him but to no avail, so he decided to bail, dropping into the ocean with a large splash.

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you detached and landed on the beach, doing a somersault to break your fall.

“Miss y/l/n, nice of you to arrive,” Dr. Gyllenhaal sneered as you stood. You were about to answer when Tom was clumsily thrown onto the sand by the crashing tide.

“And you brought your little boyfriend, too.”

You looked down in surprise at Tom, who gave you the same deer-in-the-headlights look.

“We’re not- I mean he isn’t-”

“Y/n and I would never- What are you-”

You both stammered.

“Oh how cute. They’re blushing.” Daisy teased. “Now, time to kick your butt.”

With that you ensued in typical hand-to-hand combat along the beach, using your tumbling skills to narrowly avoid Daisy’s glowing fists along with other beach obstacles.

“Where’s the juice!? I know you have it!” you exclaimed between handsprings.

“Isn’t that a funny question. You know I have some right here but-” Gyllenhaal pulled out a flask with the liquid to gloat, but tripped, the lid popping off and liquid beginning to splash out. “Oops!”

It was heading towards both you and Tom, so you turned to say, “Don’t let it get in your mouth!”

Some splashed onto yours and Tom’s faces. He cringed and ran towards the ocean.

“Tom what are you-” you couldn’t finish the thought, because as you were watching, a drop fell from your lips onto your tongue.

Suddenly, you felt inclined to do whatever Tom said. He was washing his face off with the salt water when you turned back around to look at your nemesis.

"Ooh let’s see if this works. Okay y/n. Tell me I’m pretty,” Gyllenhaal said, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“Hmm. Maybe it needs to be an action. Y/n, go get me another piña colada.”

“What do you think I am, your slave?” you retorted sarcastically. His jaw dropped.

“But I- I bought so much... WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?” he cried out.

Tom appeared next to you again.

“Hey y/n could you tell me if my hair’s messed up?”

You looked at him and without a thought answered.

“Oh yeah it’s parted weird. Lemme fix that.” You reached out and flopped a strand over.

Dr. Gyllenhaal had a startling revelation.

“Oh no. Oh my gosh. YOU.YOU BUMBLING IDIOT. You’re the one who has the power to control y/n now? Oh dear. Daisy, we need to go at once!”

With that they sped off on a scooter, getting away once again.

“What was he talking about? Oh hey, my shoe’s untied. Could you get that?” he asked. Usually it was a joke between you that you’d never tie his shoes, but immediately you were knelt down double knotting his laces.

You stood up, confused at what had overcome you, but quickly realization washed over your face.

“You...” you whispered. “I drank the juice, and now you get to control me until we can figure out a remedy...”

“What? No way, y/n. That’s crazy talk. If I had the power to control you, I’d tell you to eat an avocado and you’d actually do it.”

Ugh. Avocados.

One of your least favorite foods. They disgusted you, but without second thought you ran to find one, ravenously peeling off the skin with your bare hands and eating the soft fruit inside.

Tom looked at you in shock and horror.

“OH MY GOSH I”M CONTROLLING YOUR MIND!” he exclaimed, hands thrown upward onto his head. He started pacing and muttering to himself nervously.

You quickly finished the avocado, tossing the skin and pit aside. You wiped your mouth and immediately you were disgusted with yourself, the taste still lingering in your mouth.

“Ugh. That’s what I was trying to tell you!”

“Well call Jacob and figure out how to undo it!”

Immediately you pulled out your phone and rang him up, explaining the situation.

“... and it would really be nice if Tom could get me some water,” you muttered after telling Jacob what had happened.

“Why don’t you get it yourself?” Tom asked, prompting you to run to the nearest snack shack and grab yourself a water. You drank it in annoyance as Tom looked at you sheepishly.

“Well... here’s the problem... so far there’s no known antidote, y/n. Sorry. I’ll see if I can figure it out though,” Jacob explained. You groaned.

“Yeah, okay. Keep me in the loop. And while I’ve got you, could you send us a ride home?”

“Sure thing, y/n. I’ll be in touch,” Jacob added, screen going black as he ended the call.

“Welp, y/n. This is going to be fun, right?” Tom asked enthusiastically.

“Sure. Fun.”

You were quickly putting together Tom’s baking soda volcano as he lounged nearby on your bed. He’d used his new power to get you to finish his project for him.

“As soon as we figure out the cure, I’m so gonna pummel you,” you said as you painted red drips around the rim and sides.

“Maybe it’s best that we don’t find that cure...” Tom started, until you shot him a glare. “Kidding! Kidding. Seriously though, y/n, I’ll repay you for doing this. It’s just, we all know you’re the smart one in this pairing.”

You perked up and looked at him funny as you continued to work.

“Pairing?”

“Well, yeah sure. I mean I couldn’t say couple, and well... I couldn’t think of a better word. Friendship doesn’t sound right either.”

You turned around, cheeks warm.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked quietly.

“We’re more than just friends, y/n. Everyone knows that. We’ve been at each other’s sides for forever. I just feel like only calling us friends doesn’t really encapsulate our relationship.”

“Oh... yeah. I see,” you said, a couple nervous chuckles leaving your breath as you moved on from painting lava to gluing fake trees around the volcano.

“What do you see it as, y/n?”

You felt the urgency to answer truthfully but wasn’t really sure how to. Like you’d said before, it was complicated.

“Well I... I don’t know. You’re my best friend, Tom. I’m not really sure what else to say.”

Tom looked down at Tessa, who was asleep in his hand.

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, of course. I mean, that’s probably how anyone else would describe it...” he trailed. You felt yourself deflate in the same way Tom did, but you’d been honest.

You kind of had to be, after all.

After a few minutes of rare silence between you two, Tom spoke up again.

“Hey y/n? You don’t have to keep working on that. It looks incredible as it is and I owe you a million for it.” You stopped what you were doing and leaned away from the project.

“You know, I think I’m gonna head home. Tessa’s pretty much konked out and I’m pretty exhausted, too. It’s probably best that you finish up your work and hit the hay after I leave.”

You knew his statement wasn’t supposed to be a command, but now you’d be doing just that as soon as he was out the door.

He got up to leave, stuffing the sleepy mole rat into his pocket where she often hid and you stood from your place on the floor.

“I’ll get all this stuff in the morning when I come to pick you up, okay?” Tom said. You nodded, a slight, lopsided grin on your lips.

You both stood awkwardly for a second before you leaned in, giving him a hug like you often did when parting ways. His arms engulfed you.

“Good night, y/n.”

“Night, Tom.”

With that you parted and he was out the door. As soon as you heard the front door shut, you were back to fixing your solar system.

As you got ready in the morning, thoughts about the prior night came bubbling up.

You hadn’t really had much thought about it before, because you’d been “ordered” to do your school project and go to bed, not leaving much time for reflection.

Are we just best friends? Are we not? I mean we aren’t a couple but we’ve got more going on than the average best friend, right? Am I just saying this because we fight crime unlike everyone else? Do I like-

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your younger twin brothers called up, signaling that Tom was at the door. A few moments later he appeared at your bedroom.

“Mornin’ y/n,” he said, chipper as ever. It seemed that he was going to put the previous night’s events behind him. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just a second. I forgot to take your project to my car before you got here.”

“Oh I can get mine,” Tom offered, stuffing a tri-fold under his arm and picking up the volcano with his hands.

“You- you’re not gonna make me do it?” you asked.

“What? Nah. I’m actively trying to not mind control you today. I feel bad about doing it.”

“It’s going to happen eventually, you know. But come on. I don’t want to be late to the science fair.”

Yours and Tom’s displays were next to each other in the gym and for the most part, everything was going well.

He’d slipped up a couple of times in the mind control department, but they were simple questions, so no one really picked up on it.

As you were preparing for the fair to start, you rolled your eyes as your co-caption on the cheer squad (and high school enemy) Zendaya walked up.

“Oh my gosh, y/n. What’s this? A solar system? That’s it?”

“I mean my dad’s a rocket scientist. And did you forget the fact that I’ve been to space? Maybe if you read my poster you’d understand that my project is about more than just some floating space balls.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Mine’s gonna win either way,” she bragged, earning another eye roll.

“Yeah we’ll see about that,” you grumbled.

She flicked her hair and turned on her heel, headed back to her area. You huffed at her annoying arrogance.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You’ve got this,” Tom encouraged. Suddenly all tension left you.

Maybe this mind control stuff isn’t always bad. At least not when you’ve got the best kind of cheerleader by your side.

You looked at Tom with a soft smile. He was paying attention to Tessa, so he couldn’t see the way you were studying him.

Over the years, you’d seen more of Tom than practically anyone else had, but yet you still found yourself trying to memorize every little mark and freckle on his face. You analyzed each curl of his hair. The way his lashes fluttered when he blinked.

You snapped out of it when he looked back up at you.

“You okay, y/n?” he asked.

“What? Oh, yeah. Just got distracted for a second. That’s all.”

Before he could press you further, your phone beeped.

“Hey Jacob. Any updates?”

“Well... I have an update, but it’s not necessarily the best news. There aren’t any known antidotes for the juice yet. I even emailed the seller under a fake name and he couldn’t give me a good answer. I got my hands on a little and will send some to the lab. Hang tight. Oh, and good luck with your project.”

You said some parting words and hung up.

“Well great. We’re no closer to solving this and we have to figure out a way to get everyone in town to not eat the stupid jello unless we can find a cure. This is shaping up to be just the best.”

“Hey. It’s okay. Just focus on presenting your project for now and beating Zendaya, okay? You can definitely do that.”

And once again, you felt yourself succumb to his words as the judging began.

“See. I told you you could do it,” Tom said excitedly as you carried a large trophy home.

“I had a feeling I would anyways, but I was kind of under order to win, so there was no way I’d take anything less than first.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s my girl,” Tom said offhandedly, taking a second to realize the implications of what he may have said. “And- and by my girl I don’t mean my girl I mean you’re just my best... um.. you know...”

“Tom. It’s okay. I get it. We don’t need to start this again right now. Now we need to focus on stopping Gyllenhaal and finding a cure. Plus, I need to change into a cute outfit for the cookout.”

Hours of brainstorming and you were still no closer to finding a solution, but most of town was now gathered at the park feasting on hot dogs, hamburgers, and all the chips and potato salad they could handle.

The jello had yet to make an appearance on tables, and there was no sign of Dr. Gyllenhaal or Daisy as you and Tom approached the families chowing down and having fun.

You couldn’t, however, ignore the large curtained stage on one side of the park.

After hanging out with Tom and some other friends, the curtain suddenly opened, revealing your nemesis on the stage, microphone in hand.

“Good evening, friends. I’m your friendly neighborhood Dr. Gyllenhaal, and tonight I’m going to be your musical entertainment. But first! We want everyone to feast on the finest dessert, so jello for everyone!” he exclaimed.

You stomach dropped.

“Tom we gotta act fast. You help stop people from eating the jello and I’m going to try to get him off stage.”

As you split up, you got another beep on your phone.

“Hurry, Jacob. I don’t have much time.”

“Okay, okay. I think I just solved your problem. You remember that movie Ella Enchanted?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t see the correlation.”

“Well remember when at the end, the only way Ella breaks her curse is by talking to herself in the mirror..?”

“Oh my gosh you’re a genius. If the first person you look at is yourself, then you’re still in control! Anyway you can hook us up with some mirrors?”

“Already on it. But first, you need to test it on yourself just to make sure. I think Gyllenhaal has some extra juice hidden behind the stage if you can get your hands on it.”

“On my way. Thanks, Jake. You’re a lifesaver.”

You sprinted towards the stage, now in a different pursuit than before. You darted around the side, looking around to see if there were any bottles you could grab a quick swig from.

“Oh no you don’t,” a voice called from behind you. Daisy.

“Look, I just want some of the juice for myself alright? Nothing else.”

Yet.

“Oh we’ve got a good girl gone bad, huh? I don’t buy that sister.”

She lunged at you and once again you were in typical combat, flipping around and swinging off stage rigs, trying to get to the lone bottle of juice that was resting in the bed of a truck.

After a couple minutes, you were able to outsmart Daisy and grab the bottle. You pulled a compact from your pocket and looked straight into the mirror.

“This better work,” you muttered, tossing back some of the liquid and looking into the eyes of your reflection.

You didn’t feel any different, so you swung up onto the stage and knocked Gyllenhaal over, searching the crowd for Tom as you tried to trap the mad scientist.

“Tom! Tom tell me to do something!” you cried out upon seeing him. He was furiously rushing between tables trying to prevent people from eating the jello.

“What? Like what? I don’t want to ruin the mission!”

“Just say whatever! Hurry!”

“Okay fine! Eat another avocado!”

Dr. Gyllenhaal looked up at you expectantly, but you had no desire to find the green fruit, not even a twinge. Instead, you continued what you were doing before.

Dr. Gyllenhaal, on the other hand, paled.

“Oh dear,” he whispered nervously, realizing you had found a solution to the problem he had created.

“Daisy get the helicopter! Hurry!” he cried out, slipping from your grip and running away like he always did.

You let him go to focus on helping anyone who had eaten the jello, those of which Tom was trying to round up so you could help them.

After getting everyone cured, Jacob had called the lab he was working with to get the jello and dispose of it properly, allowing them to run more tests, too, now that they knew the cure.

You stood aside, arms crossed in satisfaction, as Tom approached.

“So you’re you again? Nothing I say can affect you?”

“Well I wouldn’t put it that way, but I’m definitely not eating any avocados or tying your shoelaces in the near future.”

He gave a chuckle and you started slowly walking home from the park.

“Hey, um, now that you’re cured and everything, I’m really sorry about last night. I accidentally put you in a weird position and I get it if you’re mad at me. I’m okay just calling us friends and ending it there if that’s what you want,” Tom said.

You thought for a few moments about his proposal.

“You know, I was technically being honest last night, but my answer has changed since then.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well... These past couple of weeks, things have felt really...”

“Weird? Off?” he interjected.

“Exactly! We’ve been so out of sync and I couldn’t figure out why! But after last night I realized that it’s because we aren’t simply friends. And I don’t know where you stand on this, but... I think I have feelings for you? And if you want to stay just friends I understand, but I just hate when we aren’t honest with each other.”

“Wait. You do?”

“Yeah. I really do.”

You braced yourself for him to shoot you down and put you back in the friend zone, but his reply surprised you.

“I guess now is the perfect time to tell you that I’ve had feelings for you for... well... ever.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“You have!?”

“Well, yeah. Of course. You’re strong, smart, and beautiful. You kick butt like nobody’s business and above all, put up with me every day. You’re like the most incredible person ever. How could I not be into you?”

You felt yourself blushing as you approached your front porch.

“You’re amazing, Tom. You know that?” he jokingly waved you off, but then you were standing quietly.

“Sooo... monthly movie marathon tomorrow at my place? I’ll provide the snackage,” Tom offered, reminding you of your scheduled hangout. You looked down at the ground with a smile, then back up again, nodding.

Usually this was the part where you’d say goodnight and maybe hug, but this time you took it a step further.

You reached up and kissed him on the lips. It was only for a second, but both of you were stunned upon pulling back.

“I know I usually tell you not to bring anything to movie day, but could you please bring some more of those with you?” Tom joked once he snapped out of it.

“Oh my gosh,” you replied in amusement, giving him a light shove. “Goodnight, Tom.”

“Night, y/n.”

And with that, the man you realized you’d loved for years turned around and made his leave.

A/N: yooooo I actually really loved this. I really tried to fit the KP vibes but sorry if anything felt off. There’s just not much as iconic as the og Kim and Ron, ya know?

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crashing-a-jeep · 2 years

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Chapter 01: Midtown High School

Summary: The first chapter of my full Peter Parker fanfiction, The World Around Us, also on Wattpad. Dylan West was the quiet girl in the corner. Headphones were shoved in her ears and dreams occupied her mind. Dreams to escape the reality that was High School and dreams that she could change the world. But what she didn't know was that her locker neighbor, Peter Parker, had the same dreams. The only difference was that Peter's dreams were becoming a reality, but not in the way he expected.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 4809

I ran out into the kitchen to see my older brother spreading jam onto his toast. Noah turned to look at me, a smug smile painted on his face.

"What, my dear little sister?" He responded lightly and took a bite out of his toast.

I stalked up to him and tore the toast out of his hand. "You know exactly what you did, dumbass." I took a bite out of the toast and crunched on it obnoxiously. "How many times do I have to tell you that when I'm at school, do not do the laundry? I've said it a million times because you always do it wrong. My whites are now all pink because you left one of your damn red socks in the pile. Do you know how much I hate pink?"

He nodded and smirked, popping another piece of bread into the toaster. "Now you know! Don't watch your stupid shows around me while my friends are over."

"Your friends are all idiots who spend most of their days playing call of duty in their parent's basements with a Costco-sized bag of Doritos!" I shoved the rest of my bother's toast in my mouth."The only one that I actually enjoy spending time with is Nathan Leeds! So yes, I'm going to watch my shows on the only TV in our damn apartment that has cable. That doesn't mean you go and make my favorite sweatshirt pink!"

Noah laughed and I immediately ran to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like I normally did in the mornings, my hair a matted mess and a giant t-shirt on with pajama shorts. Today I had extra crumbs around my face from the toast, but besides that, I wore my normal morning clothes. I ran back into the kitchen and saw Noah laughing his ass off. I continued to look around, still confused. "What?" I finally asked. He looked at me again and calmed himself.

"That is very true, what you said about my friends. I even have a picture of Mark-" Noah broke off laughing again, then took a deep breath. "Of Mark playing call of duty and eating a fun-sized bag of Doritos."

I rolled my eyes, a smile making its way to my face. I chuckled, "Well that's why I said it." Noah's toast popped out of the toaster and he began to spread jam on it again.

"Okay, well now you have about ten minutes to make it to the subway. You better hurry." My eyes widened and I ran into my room throwing on the first things I could find, a large Dunder Mifflin Paper Co. t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans. I ran into the bathroom to wash my face, I had to do this every day. Being an acne-prone teenager sucks. Then I put on barely any makeup, threw my hair up into a bun, grabbed my house keys, and made my way to the door where my backpack laid. "Don't forget your card." I hear my brother say as I head out the door.

"Right," I whispered and quickly made my way back to my room where my subway pass sat on my desk.

"Love you, sis," Noah called.

"Love you too," I yell back and make my way to the station, barely catching the last subway train to Midtown High School.

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Walking through a hall of judgmental teenagers was hard enough on a normal day. Running through a hall of judgmental teenagers with an oversized shirt that looked almost like a dress and sported a logo of a TV show that ended a while ago, along with barely any makeup and ratty hair, made it much worse. The bell had already rung and people were making their way to the first period, forcing me to have to fight to get to my locker.

I pushed past the crowd of people, not caring enough to say sorry like I usually did because they never said "it's okay" or "sorry" back. I shoved past a group of cheerleaders who looked at me as if I had just chipped one of their perfectly manicured nails. I didn't believe in stereotypes when I started high school and treated the cheerleaders with respect like I did with any other person. They didn't treat me the same way, and being in the marching band as well as the academic decathlon team did not help the way they decided to act towards me. I ended up treating them how they treated me, rudely.

When I finally got to my locker, I saw Peter Parker struggling to get his locker open, looking very rushed as well. "Peter!" The brown-haired boy glanced at me before returning to jiggling his lock. Peter was a quiet boy. Usually, I'd see him on the outskirts of things with his best friend Ned Leeds, Nathan Leeds's younger brother. Peter was considered very smart in many ways, he was exceptional in all of his subjects and the top of our class, though he tried not to draw much attention to himself. Peter was in marching band with Ned and me, which was how I first met him. He was also on the Academic Decathlon team. When High School began we ended up having lockers next to each other. Even though we did a lot of the same extra circulars, we weren't very close. Our relationship consisted of a mutual hello, and/or small talk to our first period, which we had together.

"Hey Dylan," he forced open his locker and took out an English book as I opened my locker with ease. "I like your shirt." Peter smiled and looked me up and down, taking in my horrid appearance, but he wasn't looking any better. His hair was in every direction, bags resided under his eyes, and his shirt had something spilled on it. I pulled out my English book and nodded for us to walk to class. "Thank you. I see you've had a bad morning as well."

Peter scratched his neck and chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. My Uncle Ben was mad at me for forgetting to do my homework, and I forgot to set my alarm."

"Peter Parker forgot to do his homework?" I gasped dramatically and Peter rolled his eyes as I returned to our previous conversation. "I woke up on time, but," I yawned, "but Noah did my laundry and made all my white clothing pink, on purpose. So I got mad at him and wasted a ton of time to get ready, ultimately making myself late."

Peter jolted, holding in a laugh, then concealed it with a cough and looked back to me. "Uh, yeah, that sucks. I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes then laughed a little myself. "It does sound a little ridiculous, doesn't it? Well, be happy you don't have an older brother." I smiled and stopped him in front of our English classroom. "Let me fix your hair, you have a horrible bedhead, Pete." I reached up, due to him being almost half a foot taller, and tried to pat his curly hair down. My hairdressing skills worked partially, but some strands were still sticking up a little on the sides.

"We are such wrecks." He said, awkwardly taking a step back. I laughed just as the second bell rang, signaling that we needed to get to class. Peter opened the door and stood back, holding it for me. He scratched the back of his neck, "Uh-ladies first."

"Oh, thanks." I moved past him and stepped into the classroom, walking towards my seat. I sat in the back row and Peter sat one desk ahead of me.

Our teacher stopped his lesson, which had begun only a second before, watched us take our seats. "Notes?" I and Peter made eye contact.

"Uh, no, Mr. Johns," Peter answered hesitantly.

Mr. Johns sighed, "You two are lucky you've never been late before. Next time you are, it's detention." We both nodded and placed our notebooks and textbooks on our desks. Our teacher stood up and slammed a book on the table that sat at in front of the two first front row desks. "Poetry." Mr. Johns stated simply.

He began to write the definition on the white board, followed by a numerical list. While he was turned around I shoved a headphone into my right ear and took out a notebook, beginning to write down poetry as the heading. While Mr. Johns continued to talk about the definition, I doodled. The word poetry became bubble lettered and blown up to look like a balloon, while the lyrics from my favorite songs surrounded it. "Dylan?"

"Hm?" I looked up from my notebook to see Mr. Johns staring at me expectantly and I jerked the headphone out of my ear. My cheeks heated up and I gulped, trying to remain calm as the other students snickered and as Peter turned around to look at me."I'm sorry, could you please repeat the question?" My voice came out shaky, much to my dislike.

"Distracted by your music again, Dylan?" He asked with a smile. I nodded sheepishly and sunk into my chair. "Don't worry, that's not the question." I could feel everyone's eyes on me, especially Peter's. "The question was, what is poetry in your own words?"

"Um..." I looked down at my notebook at the lyrics of different songs and made eye contact with my teacher again. Song lyrics are poetry, right? I hoped so. "Poetry-uh-can create a feeling and gives us, humans, emotions from words. Poetry is written to tell a story through metaphors and similes that everyone can relate to in their own way." I smiled, happy with the response that I randomly plucked out of my brain, and muttered, "Yeah, okay, that's good enough." Peter was still turned around and gave me a confused look.

"How did you do that?" He mouthed and I shrugged and shook my head in response.

My teacher chuckled. "Pretty good, West. Where'd get that answer?" I shrugged again and he turned around to write what I said on the board.

"You're not going to confiscate her phone and headphones?" Flash Thompson pestered and our teacher turned around with his eyebrows raised.

"No. I'm not."

"You are just going to let her keep listening to music in the middle class?" His annoying voice continued, "She already sits in the back of the class and was late. Plus, she's being tutored by Parker! And you're not going to take her phone?"

My hands curled into fists as I sat up straighter, trying to contain my anger. "I'm not being tutored and my grades are fine," I piped up and then mumbled under my breath, "dumbass."

Mr. Johns chuckled and Flash continued to look at him, confused. "Someday you're going to get bitch slapped and I'm not going to do a thing to stop it. Now get out of my class."

"But-"

"Uh-" The teacher pretended to zip up his lips and throw the key away, and pointed at the door. Flash got up and gathered his stuff before quickly exiting the room. "Now, your assignment is to write a poem on whatever the hell you want, but it has to be somewhat decent otherwise you'll embarrass yourself when reading it to the class Monday. Ready, set, go. And people on the Decathlon team, practices are on Monday during second lunch or the underclassmen's study hall."

* * *

"So you have to write a poem?" Natalie asked while we wrote down notes on chemical reactions. I nodded. "What are you going to write it on?" Me and Natalie basically grew up together. After meeting in kindergarten, we became inseparable. Neither of us was popular, we sat at our own table at lunch and studied alone as well. Sure, we knew people but they weren't very close to us. Michelle was the exception. But Natalie had been there for me since the beginning, and nothing has changed that.

I shrugged and stopped writing. "I really don't know. I'm still mentally laughing at the fact that Mr. Johns kicked Flash out of the class."

"Serves him right, I don't know how his ego fits into that small body, I mean it's like," she pinched her fingers together, "this big."

I giggled, "No, that's the size of his dick." We shared a mutual dislike for dear Eugene since we met him in seventh grade. He was always second to the top of our class, right behind Peter. Eugene earned his nickname from how fast he would answer questions in class. Basically, his hand shot up in a flash, and so one of the teachers called him that, and then everyone started to use the nickname. He liked to pick on kids, usually his fellow freshmen, and was a total asshole most days. Eugene also believed he ruled the school and contains an ego as large as Mount Everest in the frame of a five-foot-eight-inch body.

The bell rang and Natalie and I packed up our stuff. "Well, there's no denying that." She laughed. We walked out into the mob of teenagers and continued to shuffle our way to the cafeteria. I put one earbud in again. "Dylan, do you need music to breathe?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Nat, why the hell do you think I chose to be in band if I don't need music to be alive?"

Natalie looked at me again and then sighed, "Here we go again."

"Music can be understood in any language, at any time, in any place. I could go up to anyone, play them a song from my phone, and they could understand how I feel. It also can alter your mood in a matter of minutes." I ranted as we made our way to the multi-purpose room, "In one piece, you could go from happy to angry to sad to scared multiple times because that's how the music makes you feel. Isn't that amazing? That hearing a string of notes with different pitches and different dynamics can make you feel something totally different than what you were feeling a second before?"

Natalie smiled, "Everyone really does need music to breathe... blah blah blah. Yes I know Dyl, we've been over this a couple of thousand times."

I saw someone appear in the corner of my eye, "More like a couple million," Michelle said.

"Your back!" I screamed. Michelle jumped at the loud sound of my voice and I tackled her with a hug in the middle of one of the two doorways into the cafeteria.

Michelle wasn't one for personal contact and patted me somewhat awkwardly on the back. "Dylan calm down it's not like I died and came back. I've only been gone like, two weeks."

I pulled away, "Michelle, you'd be surprised how uneventful it's been. I don't have any of your drawings, sarcastic jokes, and hilarious comments to make my boring days less boring."

Natalie moved in for a hug now, and again Michelle awkwardly patted her on the back. "Yeah, we are bored. Nothing goes on here."

"Move out of the way, assholes!" Flash yelled from his lunch table. Michelle broke the hug and flipped him off. I grabbed my friends by their sleeves and pulled them to a lunch table in the very back of the cafeteria. Michelle looked at my appearance and her eyebrows creased.

"Did you get hit by a bus?" She asked and I sighed.

"Long story."

"So," Natalie began, "how was Hawaii? I still can't believe your cousins live there." They both pulled out brown paper bags that contained food.

"Oh, I need to get lunch today!" I started to walk away then quickly turned around and went back. "Don't start telling Nat about Hawaii without me." I pointed at both of them then walked to get my food.

I made my way to the mess of a lunch line, it was a bunch of kids in the middle of the cafeteria with no organization to the line at all. The reason is that the kids who were more popular or more intimidating always cut in the line in order to get their food first. That day I saw the usual, popular and rich Harry Osborn with his girlfriend Elizabeth Mercado cut in front of a kid who could not protest. Believe it or not Natalie and I use to be friends with him before High School. He got past his awkward stage and pretended to actually like his dad, and his dad rewarded him for it. When I knew him he was a brace-faced nerd who cared and loved his friends, and would never have hurt anyone. Natalie was the most hurt when Harry ditched us and still had to see him from time to time when their dad's met for work.

A small tap on my shoulder jerked me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see Ned Leeds. "Oh, hey Ned. What's up?"

Ned shrugged, "The ceiling," then he paused and sighed. "You have no idea how much I hate myself for saying that."

I chuckled, "Don't worry, I've said it too. Have you gotten your clarinet fixed yet? Mr. Heimlich didn't seem very happy when you dropped it." I met Ned the same way I met Peter, a week before school started at marching band camp. The band doesn't stay the night or anything but for eight hours for seven days the freshman learn how to march and the sophomores, juniors, and seniors get a refresher course. Peter was much shyer than Ned, so I got to know him a little more than I did Peter. Eventually, I found out that he was Nathan Leeds's little brother.

Ned pulled out his wallet and looked through it. "Yeah, he wasn't. I got it fixed though, my mom was pretty mad about it. She said that it was a lot of extra money down the drain." He pulled out a five-dollar bill and put the wallet back in his pocket.

I mimicked him and pulled three dollars from my pants pocket, which was pretty surprising considering that I didn't remember putting any money there. I must have put it there last time I got food, I thought. "If I did that I would probably have to play my instrument broken until I had enough money to fix it. Noah would be so mad."

We finally made it to the front of the 'line' and gave the lunch lady our money. "Peter said you had a bad morning. Bro got you down?" Ned asked as we grabbed our treys.

I chuckled at his comment. "Nah, just this mystery meat that I am forced to eat today." The lunch lady glared at me as she slopped a piece of meatloaf onto my tray. I gave her an apologetic look.

"Are you kidding? Mystery meat is the bomb, you just need some ketchup." We moved through the line. I picked up an apple and shoved it into my mouth while Ned asked for extra mashed potatoes.

"Wow, that's a lot of food," I stated and put extra ketchup on my meatloaf like Ned said to do.

Ned shrugged, "I'm a fifteen-year-old boy who can never be filled, if you think I eat a lot, you should see Peter." He snorted and I looked to my friend's table to see them talking to Peter, which was odd because we rarely sat with different people. I started to walk towards them, Ned by my side. "You think they're talking about us? I bet they're talking about us." He whispered.

I laughed quietly, "Yes, Ned, they are totally talking about us." Ned rolled his eyes and made his way to Peter while I sat next to my friends on the other side of the table.

"Now you can talk about Hawaii." I plopped down and Michelle groaned, throwing her head back.

"But I just finished telling Nat!" She whined and shoved a handful of goldfish into her mouth. She munched on them and then showed me her tongue.

"Ugh, gross!" I pushed her away as she continued to mac on her cheesy crackers, clearly content with the fact that she didn't have to retell the story.

"Hey," I looked over to Peter and Ned, "what are you guys staring at?" I had noticed Peter had a flannel covering the shirt he was wearing earlier. Must've got it from Ned, I thought.

The two very hormonal fifteen-year-old boys had their heads resting on their hands staring dreamily into the distance. They continued to ignore me and the two other girls looking at them. Natalie turned around and laughed. "Yeah, keep dreaming." Michelle and I turned to look, and my friend cracked up.

"Liz Allen?" I asked even though I already knew. Liz was the most popular and sweetest girl in school, she basically defied all stereotypes. I met her a couple of months ago when I joined the academic decathlon team. Peter's attention was jerked away from the junior to me while Ned's gaze was still fixed on the girl.

"Y-Yeah."

"Why?" Nat asked as she looked back to see Liz hanging up a poster for the Almond Bowl, a big football game against our rival high school. Underclassmen lunch was the upperclassmen study hall so she must have had leadership that day, I thought. Natalie turned back around. "I mean, every one of the guys in our grade has a crush on her. What makes her special?"

It was Ned's turn to answer this time. "Hair, eyes, smile, clothes..." He trailed on in a dreamy manner. Peter continued the list.

"Personality," Peter stated and shrugged then went back to eating. I couldn't argue with Peter on that one, Liz was one of the nicest people I have met besides my friends. I dipped some of my mystery meatloaf in ketchup and ate it grudgingly, but to my surprise, it was actually very tasty.

I looked to Ned who was awaiting my reaction. "Ned you were right. This is the bomb." I took another bite and Ned laughed as I scarfed down all my food.

"Excuse me, but, 'the bomb'?" Natalie scrunched her eyebrows together.

Michelle chuckled and picked up a banana and used it as a fake phone, "Oh, Dylan, it's for you. The nineties called, they want their phrase back." I rolled my eyes and pointed to Ned.

"He said it first!" Ned put his hands up in the air and shook his head, unable to talk due to his mouth being stuffed with mystery meatloaf. "Oh stop acting so innocent, Leeds. I know what you did." Ned gulped and started coughing. Peter hit him on his back to help Ned's choking. I smiled at Peter who gave me a sheepish smile in return.

"She's way out of your league," Michelle commented and picked up her bag. Peter rolled his eyes and I looked up, about to question her actions. She nodded, "I'm going to the library, you coming?" I sighed and grabbed my bag, Natalie did the same.

* * *

I made my way into the library after school ended. After walking in I decided to wander the shelves aimlessly. Natalie was heading back on the subway and Michelle decided to head to the detention room again, and knowing my friend she was probably drawing some poor kid in distress. I needed to work on the English poem that was due Monday and would be walking home. Not really liking the idea of homework this weekend I decided to get this over with. The only problem was, I had nothing to write about.

I found a random section that contained Shakespeare and skimmed the shelves, looking for any book that caught my eye. Eventually, I found Romeo and Juliet, I knew it was what we were going to read next in English and I thought Shakespeare did stuff with poem-like things, maybe I could get ideas. I plucked the book out of the shelves and wandered around trying to find a seat.

The library was nearly empty, containing only a couple of hunched-over students. I scanned the tables, looking for someone I recognized, it wasn't until I walked over to sit by the window that I noticed Peter sitting in between the shelves. A notebook was placed in front of his crisscrossed legs and his English book sat wide open next to him. A black pen was tucked behind his ear and a pair of glasses sat on his nose while his eyes scanned the page of a book.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." He jumped as I sat down across from him, crossing my legs as well. "Can I study with you?"

Peter pushed the glasses back on his nose and closed his book. "Um, yeah, sure. I wear glasses, my eyesight isn't that bad but I wear them while studying." I nodded.

"Are you working on the poem too?" I began to pull out my pen and notebook and set them in front of me. I placed Romeo and Juliet in my lap and opened it.

Peter looked down at his empty paper and then back to me. "Yeah, I have no idea what to write though."

I snorted. "I seem to have the same issue." I stared at my blank piece of paper practically wishing that something in my brain would click and I could just write down an amazing poem without a thought. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and staring at that mind-numbing piece of college ruled lined notebook paper didn't help me whatsoever.

I saw Peter glance at the book in front of me, and then continue to scribble stuff into his notebook."Why do you have Romeo and Juliet with you?"

I shrugged and flipped a couple of pages. "Everyone's heard the story, and Shakespeare writes sonnets and poems so I thought, why not? It may give me some ideas." I read a couple of lines then sighed, "If I can understand it."

Peter chuckled, "Here. Let me try it." I handed the book over to him and he scanned a couple of pages while I stared at my blank notebook again. "I think that Romeo is in love with some random girl and his cousin is saying you need to find another girl because this one hates you? I may be wrong?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, how poetic of Shakespeare. Really helping me out." I said as Peter handed the book back to me.

The boy smiled. "Did you know that Shakespeare created almost two thousand of his own words? And they are common too, we use them a lot. So cut the guy some slack Dylan, he wrote about teenager problems, and apparently falling in love with a girl that hates you is one of them." I laughed at his comment, then contained myself as I saw Peter shrug. "What? It's true!" He smirked and then looked to his notebook again.

We fell into a comfortable silence as I read through little bits of the play. I finally began to write some of my poems, only completing about half of it before my phone buzzed. Peter looked up from his poem and made eye contact with me.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Nat." He nodded and looked back to his poem. "Hello?" I answered the phone.

"What's up girl you are coming over now I'm not taking no for an answer, goodbye." Natalie hung up and a startled look was plastered onto my face.

"Um..okay then," I said and Peter looked up at me again. "I have to go now apparently," I told him and started gathering my stuff and placing it in my backpack.

"Is something wrong? I can help you if you guys need help with something." Peter quickly took off his glasses and placed them in a case that he had taken out of his backpack.

"No, Peter it's okay," I smiled, "Natalie just basically forced me to go to her house in a span of thirty seconds over a phone."

Peter relaxed a little, "Oh, okay. I thought she was hurt or something."

I grinned, "Yes it was a very abrupt invitation." I stood up and threw my backpack onto my back. Peter stood up too, then awkwardly held his hand out for a handshake.

He coughed, "Uh... it was a pleasure working with you, Miss West."

I shook his hand, "Same to you, Mr. Parker." I let go and moved past him then turned to face him as I was walking away. "See ya tomorrow." I turned back around and made my way out of the deserted school and onto the streets of New York City.

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hollandsnervous · 4 years

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my favourite duo. forever

#tom holland #robert downey jr #peter parker #mcuedit #far from home #dolittle #iron dad #iron man #mcu #marvel #cherry #jacob batalon #tom holland fanfiction #zendaya

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‘I think i wanna marry you’ - Headcanon extravaganza

FIC: ‘I think i wanna marry you’

Summary: Five boys (Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Harry Holland, Sam Holland, and Jacob Batalon) and the moment they knew they wanted to marry you.

It’s like five headcanons in one, y’all!

Tom

So Tom knew he wanted to marry you about two months after you moved in together

He’d just come home from a meeting with his agent

It was mid-afternoon but he was a little tired, for some reason

(Meetings are dull, so he always needs a nap after, the poor tired boy)

He heard music coming from the bedroom, not an unusual occurrence

The door was open and there you were, folding laundry, with your 90s playlist going

Now playing: “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice

Super-cheesy 90s rap song

But you knew every word and were rapping along expertly

“Dance, go rush the speaker that booms, I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom/Deadly when I play a dope melody, anything less than the best is a felony”

He just stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, smiling like an idiot at his girl dancing around and rapping

He thought you looked so cute

“The girlies on standby, waving just to say - Oh, hey, Tom.”

(This was the part when Tom expected you to behave like a normal girl - turn beet red, quickly switch off the phone, and giggle shyly)

But not you

You flashed him the cheekiest grin you could muster

“You need to spit this next verse with me, Holland, don’t pretend you don’t know the words”

He just shrugged and said, “Alright”

“Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis, Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis/Jealous ‘cause I’m out getting mine, Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine”

But he did help you fold

The song faded out and into another cheesy 90s tune

“Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden

You dropped the towel you were folding and grasped his hand

“Come on, baby, dance with me”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his went around your waist

And that was when he knew

This girl was not afraid to not only rap along to goofy early-90s hip-hop, she encouraged him to join

And immediately stop what she was doing to enjoy a slow dance in the middle of the bedroom with him

He knew he had something special in you and he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

Harrison

Harrison knew the morning after he stayed at your place for the first time

You’d stayed at his too many times to count, but he’d not been to yours yet

(And yes, you had discussed moving in together, but you had three months left before you could get out of your lease without having to pay extra)

Anyway

He woke up to a too-empty bed

In his still-sleepy haze he briefly wondered if you’d left

No, Harrison, you div. This is her apartment, where would she go?

The smell of freshly-brewed coffee suddenly hit his nostrils

He smiled to himself as he wandered into your kitchen

You were at the stove, cooking French toast and humming softly to yourself

You had on a pair of pink sleep shorts and the hoodie he’d worn the night before

“Oh, hey, babe. I’m just making us a little breakfast. There’s coffee ready if you want it”

You smiled at him and his entire morning immediately got, just, ten times brighter

Harrison poured a cup of coffee and set it on the table to cool for a minute before drinking

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder while you flipped the bread

“G’mornin’, love” he whispered in your ear

You kissed his forehead - “Hi, Harrison. I was going to make bacon too but I’m out, apparently”

“It’s okay, babe, don’t worry about it - do you have a cup of coffee yet?”

“No, but I could really use some. I was up half the night, wonder why”

And you winked at him as he burst into laughter

Harrison poured you a cup of coffee and set it on the table while you plated the French toast and got out syrup

The two of you ate breakfast together in comfortable silence

Harrison loved that you didn’t even have to say anything, he just relished being in the same room as you

Somewhere during his second piece of French toast he realized he could get used to this

And he wouldn’t mind doing it every day for the rest of his life

Harry

Now, everybody thinks this will involve taking pictures or filming or something

But nah

Harry was having a bad day

He couldn’t figure out why, but everything was just...off for some reason

He’d had a photo shoot that day but the pictures just weren’t turning out

And then somehow the memory card got wiped

He got cut off in line at the tea shop

He spilled his tea all over his shirt

And a series of texts from Sam (who was still in France) made him miss his twin even more

So, he sighed heavily as he entered your apartment

He kicked off his shoes, walked into the bedroom, changed out of his tea-stained shirt and into a clean one, and collapsed face-first onto the bed next to you

(You were catching up on some homework)

“Oh, hey, Harry”

He just kind of waved a little as he mumbled incoherently into the pillow

“What’s...oh, no. Did you have a rough day?”

“Yeah” came his muffled reply

You immediately closed your laptop and set it on your nightstand and started to softly rub his back

“Well, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’ll listen if you do, okay?”

Harry sat up, wrapped his arms around you, and buried his head into the crook of your neck

He suddenly and inexplicably started to cry

(He might have been embarrassed but he was honestly too upset to care)

You didn’t laugh at him or anything

You just held him as he sobbed into your shoulder, fingers carding through his curly red hair soothingly

“It’s just… I was shooting some still life photos today, and they all turned out horribly. Then I wiped my card on accident. Someone cut me in line at the tea place, then I spilled my tea all over myself and then Sam was texting me...I just, I miss him so much and I didn’t even get to drink my tea and I…”

“Ssh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got you, alright?”

You kissed his forehead gently as he let out all of his frustrations

Once the sobbing had subsided he looked up at you

You were smiling at him

“Feel better?”

“A little, yeah,” he nodded

You leaned over and kissed the tears off of his cheeks, gently rubbing the spots afterwards with the pads of your thumbs

“Come on into the kitchen, Harry, I’ll make you some tea, okay?

“That sounds lovely. You know how I like it, right?”

“Of course. 1/16th tea, the rest milk”

Harry snorted as he followed you into the kitchen

“I don’t put that much milk in there, do I?”

“You don’t put that much tea in there, either” you retorted, giving him a quick peck on the star-shaped birthmark just above his upper lip

And he just laughed as you got the kettle ready, the stresses of the day already forgotten

He realized then and there that he didn’t want anyone else to snap him out of a bad mood ever again

Sam

If you think Sam’s involves a piano...well, you’d be right

BUT

He’s not the one playing it

(At least, not at first)

You were out doing some shopping with him and his mom

“Let’s stop in here,” Sam said to the two of you

“Here” is a piano store he likes to frequent

You and Nikki just smiled and shrugged as the three of you walked inside

As Sam browsed the new sheet music, you and Nikki found a grand piano

“Oh, do you play?” Nikki asked you

“I took lessons when I was a kid,” you replied, “but I haven’t played in awhile, though”

Sam overheard and laughed quietly to himself

You sat down at the piano - “Let me see if I can remember anything”

Soon you were plunking out a tune

He recognized it right away - “Truce” by Twenty One Pilots

And he was absolutely mesmerized by your playing

“Haven’t played in awhile, my left arse cheek,” he mumbled to himself. “She’s brilliant”

Sure enough, you played the whole song flawlessly

After you were finished, Sam started to clap

“Beautifully done, darling. Fancy a duet?”

You just laughed and said, “if you say ‘Heart and Soul’ I will stab you in the jaw, Holland”

It was Sam’s turn to laugh then

“No, I’d never put you through that. Do you know ‘All I Ask of You’ from Phantom of the Opera?”

“Uh, that’s only my favorite song to play”

So the two of you played the song together

Sam occasionally looked up from the keys to look at your face, brow furrowed in concentration and lower lip between your teeth

You looked so beautiful

When the song was finished, Nikki was nearly in tears

“You two make such a lovely pair,” she said

“Yeah, we do,” you replied, smiling at him warmly

Sam knew he’d found the perfect duet partner

(And not just for piano, either)

Jacob

Okay, so Jacob’s personal benchmark for a successful relationship is this:

How does she treat my nieces?

He dated a few girls who generally ignored their presence

(nope)

One girl he dated viewed them as annoyances

(NOPE)

One girl, Leslie, claimed to love them (good) and treated them nicely (better) but then he overheard her telling a friend how irritating they were (NOPE NOPE NOPE RED FLAG ABORT MISSION)

But then you came along

He brought you home to Hawaii to meet them

You fell in love with them instantly

You kept them entertained while Jacob caught up with his sister and mom

(honestly, no other girl had volunteered to do that before)

You took them to the park and out for ice cream

When you got back to the house, you all had a Paw Patrol marathon and at one point found yourself in a discussion with his oldest niece about who was better, Chase or Marshall

(You said Marshall, but she was firmly in the Chase camp and not budging)

Jacob came into the living room to find you and his nieces curled up together on the couch, sleeping

His heart started to melt a little bit, but he was still wary

(After the whole Leslie incident)

On the way back to the hotel, completely out of the blue, you said: “Oh, Jacob, I just love your nieces. We had the best time today, they’re super-cool kids”

“Really? You really mean that?”

“Of course. Why would I lie about something like that?”

“Well, it’s just-”

“Yeah, Leslie, I know. But she’s a jerk. And I like to think that I am not a jerk who does, in fact, really dig your nieces”

“That’s a good thing, because I really dig you”

“Oh, Jacob, you’re such a big softy”

“Afraid so”

As he watched you with his nieces that week, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be like with his own children, your children

And he wanted nothing more than to find out

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