#im so sorry for long standing fans of this franchise (?) but i laughed so fucking hard

[vero-niche]

overall i really liked the first episode of delico's nursery but. but. as someone who knows nothing. about the theatre plays. i couldnt quite take the plot seriously when. the god of vampires/first vampire ever. has the most unfortunate abriviation of our time.

resulting in lines such as:

[ollieologys]

Hey could you please write something for the reader where she is a fan of Tom and the other avengers actors and she wakes up in a different place (turns out she got teleported to a different universe) and sees Tom walking around and she goes Tom? But really it’s peter And the other avengers come and they r all confused and try to help her back to her universe im so sorry if this is hard to understand 😬

Title; Peter Holland

Summary; You never thought you’d meet Tom Holland, and you never thought you’d meet Peter Parker, either. But here you are.

Words; 4k

Pairing; Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warning; far from home spoilers! and minor swearing because.. it’s me lol

Notes; thanks for the request! this is kinda like my summertime (with you) series, but different, so go check that out! love u lots also, lets just assume that everybody was okay after civil war and the snap hasn’t happened or anything and domestic!avengers is alive and well.

     “I literally want to strangle Mysterio. Like, genuinely strangle him.”

Evening overtook the city as you left the movie theater, smiling gently at the concession worker and thanking her for providing you with delicious popcorn. You had just seen Spider-man: Far From Home for the fifth time - this time with your best friend - and still couldn’t seem to fathom how Peter was going to handle this newfound trouble.

Thankfully, you had the internet to discuss your concerns. And, of course, how amazing Tom Holland looked in his most recent stand-alone movie. That you saw five times. Because, why not?

Your friend laughed at your protective nature and draped her arm over your shoulder, stumbling down the sidewalk to your car.

“You know, Y/N, maybe you should like - make an Anti-Mysterio blog,” She suggested with a laugh. You rolled your eyes, a smile creeping on your face.

“You know what?” You tested her, eyes daring. “I just might.” She laughed at your declaration and opened the passenger door. Somehow, you always ended up leaving the theater with this conversation rising. You’d been a massive fan of Tom ever since he appeared in ‘Civil War’ a few years ago, and had followed his career ever since. You had grown to love his portrayal of Peter Parker and would gladly argue with anyone who challenged his acting.

While driving her home, you daydreamed what meeting Tom would be like. Maybe you’d be vacationing in London - freely roaming the streets and searching for anything familiar when suddenly you bump into his chest and spill your coffee. You’d apologize profusely, bending down to pick up the now empty cup, and your fingers would touch, and he’d fall in love with you instantly. Tessa would cuddle at the edge of your shared bed, you’d follow him on press tours, and he’d introduce you to his family. Your best friend would be your maid of honor. Everything would be just perfect.

“Uh, hello? Y/N?” She snapped in front of your face, and suddenly you jumped and gripped the steering wheel. “What?” You questioned, looking at her.

“I said goodnight, you little shit,” she laughed, your face still puzzled as you returned from your land of dreams. She opened the car door, leaning down to give you a final wave goodbye. You waved with a smile, wishing her sweet dreams before driving home.

You made sure to quietly close your front door - the resident just beside your apartment always slept early, and he hated loud noises waking him up - and slowly stripped yourself of the trash from the movie theater before falling into your bed. The clock read a quarter past eleven.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, the notification sound of your phone went off. You groaned, tossing and turning to get to the sleep-depriving device. Your annoyance turned to joy as you saw Tom had posted a picture on Instagram, which turned out to be a selfie from the set of Far From Home. Your heart swelled, admiration for the actor filling your chest as you drifted to sleep. 

The next morning, your routine hadn’t changed much. You got ready for the day with your phone in your hand, scrolling through your social media to catch up on what had happened while you were asleep. Surprisingly, no messages showed up. You hadn’t thought much of it, though. It was a calm Sunday - your friends were most likely asleep still.

While you didn’t work on weekends, you decided to bring yourself out of your house and into the city that was New York. Just for a short stroll, you told yourself. You’d take the Manhattan-bound train and eat at your favorite cafe, or perhaps go visit your friends. Either way, you wanted to get out of the house. Daydreaming was always better while you were in motion.

While sitting on the train, you scrolled through your playlist of seemingly endless songs and waited for your stop to be announced. By now it was just past one, and you couldn’t choose a song to listen to. Even so, your regular Sunday morning changed drastically when you finally decided a tune and looked up from your phone.

There stood, quite literally in front of you, Tom Holland. He wore a plaid dress shirt with a navy blue sweater over it, white earbuds sat still in his ears, a Jansport backpack over his shoulders. You wondered why no one else on the train noticed, or why he was here so casually. 

Your stop was announced. You stood, and amazingly, Tom got off the train as well. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, the crush you had developed over him quickly arising, and you remembered how your dream of meeting him was nothing like this. Suddenly, you realized you had just been standing there and watching him make his way up the stairs and into the streets.

“Fuck,” you whispered to no one in particular. “Okay, relax. Just go ask for a picture and try not to die.”

You whispered quiet encouragements to yourself up until you tapped his shoulder. 

“Uh, yes?” Tom turned to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. You mouth ran dry, fumbling with the phone in your hand. It was almost as though you had forgotten your name. “I was wondering if I could get a quick picture with you?” Your voice was soft and polite, eye contact unbreaking. He wasn’t with family or friends, so there was no harm in asking for one picture, right?

Seriously, how was New York not freaking out over the fact that they were breathing the same air as Tom Holland?

He looked at you, confused. “I’m sorry,” He started, turning fully towards you. “I think you have the wrong person.” You shook your head, looking down. Now, you weren’t one to pry - especially on your celebrity crush - but was he genuinely trying to play off the fact that he wasn’t an actor belonging to one the of the largest franchises to exist?

“Tom Holland, right? You’re an actor for Marvel.” You stated questioningly, doubting yourself. Maybe he was a lookalike.

“No, I’m not,” He says, clarifying your confusion. “My name’s Peter.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times and shake your head. Had he just said his name was Peter? “Peter?” You repeated him, glaring lightly. “As in Peter Parker?” His eyes widened slightly. He sized you up, possibly to see if you were some sort of threat, but his senses hadn’t gone off in any way. 

“How do you know that?” He demanded, his voice grew to become defensive. In an instant, your heartbeat had no longer sped up from the fact that you were standing in front of your celebrity crush, but rather from the concept that he might not be your celebrity crush. Of course, that was a long reach. If this were Peter Parker standing in front of you, you were undoubtedly dreaming. Then again, everything felt so incredibly real. Lucid dreams you had before hadn’t even felt this real.

You began to consider the possibility that something happened. You didn’t quite know what - because you swear it was just confirmed that a multi-verse was in fact not real - but something must have happened. Tom – or Peter – didn’t seem to be joking when he established his real name. You began to wonder how much power you possess. Not superpower, but the power of knowledge, as you knew exactly what happens in the Marvel Universe. If you told him too much, you could mess up his entire world. 

Then you realized that sounded absolutely insane. You were definitely dreaming. Nonetheless, you needed to get out of the dream before you say something you shouldn’t. So, you ignore his question and ask your own. 

“What year is it?” You lowered your voice, careful as to not let passersby hear your unusual question. 

Peter’s face became increasingly puzzled, but he answered nonetheless. “It’s 2019. You didn’t answer my question, though - how do you know my name?”

You nodded to yourself, not bothering to answer quickly. If it were 2019, that means that Thanos hasn’t happened just yet. You were almost entirely sure that the Avengers had moved upstate, though. 

“Listen, Peter,” Your voice took more initiative as confidence flooded your system. You were almost sure you were dreaming, but you knew exactly what you needed to do to wake up. “I need you to take me to see the Avenger’s upstate. Like, right now.”

His mouth parted, shocked. Questions and ideas poured into his mind, and he looked side to side before stepping towards you. “How do you know my name, and who are you?” He questioned you more, and the proximity to him allowed a blush to form on your cheeks.

“I promise I’ll answer your questions if you just take me to where I need to go,” You promised.

He refused. “I’m not taking you anywhere.”

You sighed as he turned away. You knew he wouldn’t merely forget you, probably do some research on who you are and find absolutely nothing, so you chased after to him and pulled his arm toward you. He opened his mouth to say something before you interrupted.

“I know you’re Spider-Man.” You whispered.

His eyes widened more, and he checked to see if anyone had heard you. Then, he stepped backward and let out a nervous puff. “I-I’m not Spider-Man.” His voice sounded the exact same as to when he told MJ the same thing, and you mentally laughed to yourself. He was the cutest boy on the planet. Or, in your dream. Or in fiction. You weren’t quite sure.

“You don’t have to lie. I’m not gonna say anything, trust me,” You thought back to Mysterio and glowered at the thought. That dick. Then, you thought back to Mysterio’s claim of the multi-verse. Peter loved that theory, you remembered, and he accepted it with open arms. Even if it was made up, you knew it would be the only explanation to get him moving. Nonetheless, Peter was hesitant to accept you as anything but a threat. Despite his senses quiet as ever, you still knew his only secret, and he didn’t even know who you are. 

“Please,” you begged, your voice wavering. He could feel your sudden fear. “I don’t think I’m in the right place, and I need your help getting home.” Peter’s face softened as you spoke. No matter what, he always wanted to help people. You seemed to already have the ability to hurt him, but you didn’t, and your heart ached at the idea of how trusting he was. Even so, you felt grateful for his help.

With his new-found information, he walked with you back to the subway, and you began your journey to was what you assumed his apartment. You quickly realized you would have the pleasure of meeting Aunt May - but you decided to introduce yourself formally. You didn’t want to freak him out or anything. 

You told him all about your life. Where you lived in New York, where you went to school, how much you loved your best friend and how much of a fan you were of him. You decided not to talk much about Tom Holland - you thought about how you would feel if someone described your life as merely a movie they watched whenever they felt like it. Peter listened intently, taking note of your unusually quick heart-beat and flushed cheeks as he sat just next to you. 

He walked you up to his apartment, and you soaked in the scenery as best you could. After all, it wasn’t every day something like this happened. Even if you didn’t quite understand what this was. Peter told you little about himself, but you didn’t need much anyway. 

He pushed the door open softly, calling out a greeting to May. She popped her head out from the kitchen and waved. “Hey, Peter, I thought you just left?” She asked, stepping out in full as she noticed you. “Oh? Who is this?” She asked. You stood in awe of the apartment - everything appeared the exact same as it had in the movies. Peter answered for you, noticing you examining the apartment.

“This is Y/N, she’s a new transfer student from school, and we ran into each other.” He lied easily. Probably from all the practice with lying about being Spider-Man - even if May knew now. 

“Actually, May, we aren’t staying long. I’m gonna introduce her to Happy.” Peter stated, looking back at you for reassurance. You quietly nodded your head with a smile as your gaze shifted from Peter to Aunt May. She indeed was a beautiful woman. 

“Oh, oh, okay,” She smiled, nodding her head back to you and moving back into the kitchen. Peter brought you over to the couch and sat with you, pulling out his phone and calling Happy. You sat beside him quietly, heart calmed. Everything felt so real. The feel of the couch, the smell of Aunt May’s cooking, and Peter’s Queens accent flowing through your mind. 

You overheard Peter telling Happy he needed him here as soon as possible - describing the situation as ‘dire’ and ‘urgent.’ By now, Happy took Peter seriously, and soon enough, you were in the back of an infamous Audi and driving two hours to upstate New York. 

Peter sat on the opposite of you in the backseat. You hadn’t talked much - not past introducing yourself to Happy and smiling knowingly as he briefly greeted May. Peter didn’t make much conversation, either. You hoped he wasn’t too concerned with trusting you so quickly. He should work on that, in your opinion. Before it’s too late.

Eventually, you were given a guest badge by the receptionist and soon stood in an elevator with Happy and Peter. Soft elevator music played while your shoulders barely grazed Peter’s arm. He looked at you silently, and you returned his look with a smile that whispered: thank you. 

The moment the doors opened, your heart drop. 

In all their glory, the Avengers were sprawled across the living space as though they were one giant family. Natasha and Steve sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn as their attention laid on the movie in front of them. Bucky and Sam sat on the floor, talking amongst themselves quietly. Bruce and Tony were on the other side of the room in the kitchen as they engaged in conversation. Pepper and Wanda seemed to be preoccupied with something on a 3D table but occasionally glanced at the TV. Thor was there as well, even with his brother Loki, and they watched the movie intently as though the plot was more intriguing than being a literal God.

They were entirely domestic. 

Your eyes seemed to be blown out of their sockets. Not only were you in the presence of superheroes and Gods, but you were in a completely different universe than what you expected. Peter noticed your tensed form and laid a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” He whispered comfortingly. “You’re fine. They won’t hurt you or anything.”

You nodded, a frown formed on your face. Despite your worries, Peter’s comfort helped more than you had expected. A blush rose to your cheeks again. God, was this really the time for your inevitable crush on Peter Parker?

Tony turned as the three of you stepped out of the elevator. He noticed Happy and Peter first, greeting them with a warm smile before his eyes landed on you. His smile faltered slightly - he was confused. “Who’s this?” Tony asked, motioning towards you with the butter knife he held in his hand. The Avengers turned at the question, and you swore you almost passed out. You gasped lightly as Peter grasped onto your hand.

“This is Y/N, she needs some help.”

You sat quietly in the conference room just down the hall from the living room. You and the rest of the Avengers sat around the oval table, most eyes on you and Peter.

“So, you’re from another dimension?” Rhodey confirmed, his arms crossed skeptically. You nodded slowly, looking at Peter for reassurance. He nodded with a smile, and instantly, you felt at ease. “I think so,” you said, even though you were lying. This was clearly a dream - not another universe, or dimension, or Earth. “Honestly, I think I’m dreaming.” You admitted, the admiration of the world’s greatest heroes sitting in the same room as you flowing through your chest.

The team stayed quiet, questioning the truth of your words. Even though they had heard of unusual circumstances, you showed up out of nowhere. Trustworthy wouldn’t exactly be the word they used to describe you. You knew that, they knew that, and everybody knew that.

“Listen–” you started hesitantly, hoping they’d listen. “I know that I’m a stranger, and you have no obligation to help me, but I really want to go home. I don’t know how I got here, or why I’m here, or anything else - but I do know that I’m not meant to be here right now and that you guys are the only ones who can help me.”

The team looked amongst themselves, and not even Tony - the most talkative - spoke up. Your stomach dropped in fear of rejection, and for the first time since you had woken up, you were genuinely afraid that this was your fate. Unexpectedly, Steve spoke up.

“Y/N, we are obligated to help you - and we will. You did the right thing by coming to us,” His voice was stern, but a soft smile rested on his face.

Nat spoke up next as Bucky and Sam nodded in agreement. “Steve’s right. You’ll get home safe, don’t worry.” Your smile widened at that, and you gripped Peter’s hand tight and quietly thanked him as Bruce and Tony began to speculate how to get you home.

Hours passed. You explained over and over how your day went before you went to sleep, what you were doing before you went to sleep, and how your morning went when you woke up. Peter was beside you the entire time, and eventually, the team broke off to take breaks while Bruce continuously worked on getting you home. Despite wanting to keep your knowledge of their lives quiet, you couldn’t help but bond with the heroes as you sat amongst them comfortably. 

While you hadn’t had much alone time with any of the, you managed to give them words of encouragement you knew would benefit them further down the line. You told Bucky that he and The Winter Soldier were not one and that no matter what anyone said, it wasn’t his fault. You promised Steve that it’s okay to move on in life - not mentioning a name, but he knew what you meant. You went along in almost a circle formation and uplifted the team the best you could.

You had gotten attached, and a part of you felt sad imagining leaving.

It had gotten late. Just five minutes after eleven, and the team was ready to go off to bed. Though the group jokingly protested, Peter suggested you stay in his room for the night. There was a bed-like couch in his room anyway, and he had no problem sleeping on it. You protested, insisting he take his own bed, but he refused. Eventually, you complied and allowed yourself to relax. 

Just as everyone planned on going to bed, Rhodey spoke out with an idea.

“Wait, you said that you woke up here, right?” You nodded in response, glancing at Peter before shifting your eyes back to Rhodey. “So why don’t you just go to sleep at the time you went to sleep last night, and then you’ll wake up back home?” The team, not for the first time that day, responded with silence. You nodded your head slowly, looking at Bruce to see his reaction.

“Well,” Bruce stated, “It’s worth a shot. I’m not getting far in my research anyway.”

You agreed to try it out, noticing it was almost time for you to fall asleep. Luckily, you could feel yourself tiring out. “If this works, thank you all for being here with me. I’ll miss seeing you - I mean, I will, but not– you know what? I’ll just leave it at that,” You laughed, as did the rest of the team, and as they all departed for the night, they either patted your back or hugged you full on. 

Peter showed you to his room, and you appreciated how much quieter it was upstate than in the city. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching as he pulled a spare blanket from the closet and took a pillow from the bed. 

“Peter,” You muttered, your body exhausted. You suspected it was your atoms acting up from being in a different universe. Possibly - this still may very well be a dream. 

“Yeah, Y/N?” He asked, turning toward you. For a moment, you didn’t respond. Peter looked at you, expectantly. Deciding to break your rules slightly, you stood and walked toward him. Your eyes met his, and your heart exploded in your chest. He was so cute, especially in the moonlight. 

“I just want to say thank you,” Your voice was merely a whisper, and while he responded that it was no problem, you weren’t finished. Your heart ached as you thought about what was possible to come for him. After seeing how the Avengers were with each other, you weren’t entirely sure if the timeline would play out the same anymore, but you knew that Peter would eventually face obstacles alone and he’d need someone there for comfort. It was naive to think you could be that person, but you wouldn’t mind leaving an everlasting mark on his conscious. 

“I want you to remember that everything will be okay.” Slowly, you stood on your toes and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Even with the minimal light, you could see the blush on his cheeks matching your own. You smiled and almost felt yourself tear up at the thought of never having this experience again. Not many girls back home could say they kissed Peter Parker. 

Peter smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I don’t know you very well, but I’m happy I met you.” You hugged him back tightly, feeling his warm body against yours and doubted that this was ever a dream. Nothing could feel this real and be a dream, and so while you finally let him go and lie down in the bed that he insisted you take for the night, you smile to yourself.

Your phone dings, but you don’t check the notification. Instead, you look out onto the field and slowly close your eyes - a part of you wishing to go home, and another begging to stay.

You were awoken to the sound of a new notification, and the bright light of the sun streaming through blinds. A groan left your lips as you tossed and turned. Eventually, you grasped the phone beside you and scrolled through the number of notifications you had.

All of them were missed calls from your best friend, your family, and hundreds of text messages. You sat up abruptly, taking in your surroundings and calling out for Peter. You quickly realized from the honking horns and the small room that you were back home, and from the sudden amount of notifications, you realized that you were just back where you needed to be.

Thoughts swarm your mind. You wondered how long you had been gone, and you felt terrible for how much concern you most likely caused your friends and family when suddenly you thought back to the night before and allowed a smile to grow on your face.

“I kissed Peter Parker.”

-

Notes; honestly that was really long and not very romantic, but I hoped you enjoyed anyways

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[highroadsteve]

the greatest lie (part one) — t.h.

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: a tiny bit of angst

requested :: thanks love!! and im sorry this is so late :(

a/n: part two will be published soon

masterlist

The sound of your tv was playing in the background, along with the loud voices coming from everywhere around you. There was chaos in your house, chairs being moved and squeaking as they glide across the wooden floor, high heels were clacking against the wood, makeup that was placed on the table was being shuffled through. You let it all happen, unbothered, knowing everyone there is taking care of you and making you look as good as you can for the awards show in five hours.

Zendaya, also known as one of your closest friends, was talking to you from the other side of the table. Your eyes were focused on your phone, scrolling through Instagram but still listening intently to the words that were coming out of Zendaya’s mouth. The hair clips in your hair were placed comfortably on your head, making you look like a child with pigtails on when the hair stylist was curling it. Zendaya laughed at you, taking a picture of the scene in front of her and posting it on her Instagram story.

“Hey dude, you should meet Zac Efron.” She brought up casually in conversation. You looked up at her, furrowing your eyebrows and widening your eyes a bit.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked.

“Yeah, he told me he wants to meet you and I told him I’d introduce you to him. So basically, you‘re already going to meet him, I don’t know why I asked.” Zendaya let out a breathy laugh, causing you to reciprocate but roll your eyes as well. “He’s super cool anyway, you’d love him.”

“I’m sure he is, but Z, he’s literally like one of the most famous people ever. You do realize you’re talking about the Troy Bolton.“ She shrugged, shaking her head at you with a sarcastic grin.

“So what?”

You pursed your lips and shrugged as well, continuing your scrolling online. The person working on your hair moved over to your side, letting the makeup artist work on applying the foundation to your face.

“Who knows, you might just fall in love.”

...

The white car stopped in front of the event, the chauffeur saying their farewell to the two of you. After thanking them, both you and Zendaya stepped out from the same side. You helped Zendaya by holding out your hand, and she took it, using her other hand to clutch her dress. The interviewers were quick to arrive, already asking questions from the moment you opened the door. Nevertheless, you still smiled politely and stopped for a minute to be interviewed.

The two of you walked on the red carpet, waving to the fans that were standing behind the small barricade that stood between you. Some people were shoving cameras into your faces, trying to get the inside scoop to your personal lives. You simply dodged the questions with ease, losing Zendaya during the answers when she drifted away to be photographed. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the main carpet, posing for the cameras in front of you.

As you entered the venue, you looked around for Zendaya but found other people you know, greeting them with a warm smile and making small talk. Meanwhile, Zendaya had found Zac Efron and was having a conversation with him, getting him ready to meet you. He really was excited to finally meet you, having been supporting you from afar and admiring all of your work. You were also absolutely stunning, it was no surprise that he thought so.

After finally catching a glimpse of Zendaya’s tall figure from across the room, you walked to her, waving at a few people along the way. Once you made it there, you nervously smiled.

“Hey, I thought I lost you back there. Was starting to get worried.” You stated, looking into Zendaya’s eyes. You turned and looked at Zac, a huge smile placed on your face.

“Y/N, this is Zac. Zac, this is—“

“Y/N Y/L/N. The beautiful star of M/N. Big fan.” He stuck out his hand, gently taking yours and pressing a soft kiss upon it. You blushed, placing your other hand on your chest and posing for the camera that took a picture of you two. He pulled away and smiled at you.

“It really is amazing to meet a fan.” You replied. He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “But seriously, you’re making my childhood dream come true. I’m over here meeting Troy Bolton!”

“Did you ever, doubt your dream will ever come true? Did you ever...I forgot the rest.” He sang his iconic song slightly and laughed. It clicked in your head, making you gasp and almost drop your drink.

“This is the best day of my entire fucking life.”

The rest of the night consisted of you and Zac hanging out when you could. It wasn’t awkward at all between you. You would be talking about something that recently had happened, and stood up together whenever Zendaya would win an award. It was all fun and games, up until it was time to go and you had to go through the red carpet.

“Y/N! Y/N! Is Zac Efron your rebound? Is he replacing Tom Holland now?” You tensed up at the loud voice questioning you, your eyebrows furrowing in shock. That name hadn’t crossed your mind the entire night and it hit you like a train when you finally heard it. You looked around, Zac grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you with him into the car with Zendaya.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry, I should’ve said something, I just—“ You shook your head at Zendaya, a crooked smile on your face as you tried to find light in the situation.

“Dude I’m totally fine.”

“You sure?” Zac asked, the concern evidently on his face. You nodded, elbowing him playfully.

“Of course, can’t wait to kick your ass at Mario Party.” You retorted and Zac smirked, rolling his eyes.

“I’d like to see you try.”

...

You were pacing around in your room, your finger in your mouth as you nervously chewed on your nails. Zendaya sat on the bed, her eyes trained on you with worry.

“I know you’re nervous but you’re going to be okay.” She spoke, titling her head slightly and curling the corners of her lips downwards.

“I just don’t think I can face him.” She sighed at you, knowing exactly well the reason you’re nervous.

Tomorrow is the first day of filming for the new Spiderman movie, Far From Home. Since you were an actress from the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you were going to make an appearance as Peter Parker’s love interest/partner in crime. Sure, it is completely normal for someone to be completely anxiety-ridden before acting in a huge movie that was pegged to make millions of dollars. Although this was a huge reason of your freak-out, there was also another.

Tom Holland was the actor who played Peter Parker in the new Spiderman movie franchise. He became extremely well-known after his debut in Captain America: Civil War, which is where the two of you had met. Your character was fighting alongside Tony Stark, having met Peter Parker due to being on the same team. It was obvious that both of your characters had chemistry and the writers were heading towards the two of you becoming an iconic teen couple.

But the situation was that your characters weren’t the only ones who had chemistry. You and Tom Holland were also crushing on each other during the filming process. It isn’t surprising, many actors get together after acting intimately on screen.

So the two of you got together after the year of filming and after the year of becoming best friends. The both of you were so comfortable with each other, hanging out most of the week and having an absolute blast every single time. Everything was so much more fun when the two of you were together, making the older actors laugh at your outgoing behavior. There was always a slightly flirty tone in your voices when you made jokes, and the teasing from the other actors continued until you both finally decided to start going out.

So far it seems as if the both of you would live happily ever after with no problem, but the problems arose when you had to move away to Iceland and film another movie outside of the MCU while Tom had to film Avengers: Infinity War. You were completely fine with keeping a long-distance relationship, claiming that you’re still so in love with him and you want to stay with him.

He didn’t think the same. He loved you, but he couldn’t keep up with having to manage having a girlfriend and filming at the same time. He felt as if he had to prioritize one over the other and he felt it wasn’t fair for either of you. The guilt was eating away at him for weeks, until he finally spoke to you about the problem, ending things off with you through an argument.

You wished it didn’t end that way, but things were piling up on both of you and you blew up on each other. The screaming over the phone, the heat burning at your faces, the break in your hearts. It was overwhelming, so you two ended it right then and there with a harsh ‘fuck you’.

It’s been over a year since you last talked to Tom, your anger no longer there and your heartbreak is already healed. The only problem was that you haven’t spoken to Tom, or even try to speak to him. Your pride was constantly beating you up, yelling in your ear about how if he wanted to talk, he would have messaged first. You wanted to say happy birthday, you wanted to say merry Christmas, you wanted to say happy new year, but you never did.

Now it’s the day before filming and you’re crying. You’re letting go of all your frustrations into Zendaya’s shoulder. You’re letting go of all your insecurities, anxiety, and fear through your tears. You felt like a high school girl, avoiding your ex boyfriend because he did you wrong. You wanted to be mature about the situation and prepare for your role but knowing that you had to act like you’re in love with Tom was nerve-wracking.

So there you sat, your stomach nauseated with butterflies and your head pounding as the tears stuck to your cheeks. You were exhausted and you hated that the reason was because of him.

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part two

[arttrampbelle]

List of people i can't stand.

Warning vent ahead. I'm not holding back.

Pretentious douches. Those i am laughing at you behind your back type bitches.

Militant and pretentious vegans. You know the white becky kale salad i wanna save the cows type vegan. I actually am cool with vegans and vegetarians. mostly ones that do it for financial or dietary reasons. Not save the whales type reasons. Because sometimes they come off as toxic. That was just my experiences tho. People tryin to tell people what to eat and how to live their lives. Like bitch if you dont. I mean as long as people stay in their lane and do their research and are healthy bout it. Its all cool. I don't honestly care. But i hate the pretentious douchey vegans and vegetarians.

Which leads me into, i hate the people who tell others how to live their lives. Like i know me better than anyone else. Im living the way i want to. Eatin and doing what i wish. I live life for me ,not you or society or any other bitch on this blue fuckball of a planet we call earth.

People who take advantage of others kindness. Unfortunately im a victim to this. Sadly. People take my kindness for granted a lot. And they wonder why im bitchy a lot of the times.

Gossiping,snake hoes. I met people like this unfortunately. I dont mind tea spillled as long as everyone stays in their lane.

Others who dont stay in their lane.

Immature butthurt fangirls

Rabid yaoi fangirls

Rabid fangirls in general

Know it all jackasses

People who do shit for clout

Cheaters

Racists of any kind

Sexists of any kind

Toxic masculinity period

Biphobic assholes

Homophobic assholes

Transphobic assholes

Heavily bigoted religious people and groups

Hate groups of any kind

Parents who just can't fuckin parent

Government. Period.

Ungrateful people

Rapists

Pedos

People who don't know jack shit bout a fan topic or a franchise but act like they are a know it all.

The so called president. Fuck trump. Sorry. Get mad. I hate him.

People who say fuck shit bout veterans and people who served. Tho im anti war. Im not anti warriors and soldiers.

People who say fuck shit bout my friends and family and loved ones.

People who hurt kids. Period.

People who don't respect women

People who hate on other for not agreeing with them. Like fuck you.

People not understanding i just don't care bout your bullshit.

Toxic fandoms and communities.

Certain people i thought were friends and cool but turned out to be completely twatwaffles and dickwads.

I could go on. But you get the general idea.

[nightwingxy]

Frozen Follows -2015 (warning: Not that good, Cheesy as hell)

Within the past 5 or so months, I came to a few odd revelations. The first is that the movie frozen is following me and stalking me. Just about every day I see something pertaining to frozen. It might be a cardboard standee in a store window that I see when i’m eating lunch, or its on the shirt of the girl in-front of me getting off the train, or I see 1000 random pieces of merchandise at whatever store I'm at. No matter where I go, Frozen will always find me, somehow, haunting me. It’s a horrible curse, but it’s also kind of a good thing. The other thing is that I have a crazy love obsession with Anna from frozen. I don't know exactly why, but I do, and its kind of weird. Sometimes she is all I ever think about. I would cry many sleepless nights wishing she was here with me, while I would fall asleep happy with her in my thoughts. Again, kind of weird. So every time I see frozen anything i both smile and cringe at the same time. And Sometimes I just cant take it, and drives me insane. But as of recently it isn't as bad, mainly do to a dream I had. About a few weeks ago I Went to bed with Anna on my mind. I soon fall asleep, but then I wake up on a bridge outside the city of Arendelle, the home of Princess Anna and Queen Elsa in Frozen. It’s afternoon, and Im wearing skinny jeans, a fancy long sleeve shirt, with a pocket in the front and i have my Darth Vader vans on my feet. I feel something in my pocket, I take it out, and it’s an

invitation to a dinner party/dance/Disney higher ups gathering thing at Queen Elsa’s castle in 20 minutes from now, with a personal note and signature by Anna. The note from anna also mentions something about disney executives. But then before I can react, the merchant from resident evil 4 comes up to me, and says:“Welcome, I’ve got a selection of good things on sale today, stranger. So, what are you buying?” The merchant proceeds to open up the left side of his coat, Revealing A plethora of Official Frozen merchandise. Dolls, clothes, school and office supplies, DVD’s, CD’s, kitchen ware, this guys got it all. I tell him I don't want anything. But before I can start to run towards the castle, he stops me and says“ I’ve got some rare things on sale, stranger.” He then opens up the right side of his coat, Revealing even more frozen merchandise, and some other random crap. While quickly scanning my eyes through his selection, and I notice the Batman watch that I got at GameStop and wear all the time in real life. I ask him how much, and he says “5 Dollars, stranger.” I pay him the money. He asks “ Is that all, stranger?”, I say yes, and he responds with “ He he he he, thank you.” I respond with “Yeah, sure, whatever” as I'm running off towards the castle, frantically putting my watch on. While I’m running through the town, I see everyone wearing frozen shirts, jackets, hats, dresses, backpacks, etc. The town is also littered with stores that only sell Frozen merchandise. When I start to get closer to the castle I see Anna greeting a small group of people, some executive types. Once they head inside, she sees me, then waves for

me and calls my name. I finally reach the castle, and ultimately Anna, the love of my life. I tell her hi, and ask her hows it going. She says its great, and she's been excited for this dinner party for days, and is super glad to see me. I ask her if Kristof is coming, since i don't know what our relationship is like here. she says “ no, don't you remember what i told you the other day? I said that A: Kristof is out adventuring or whatever, and B: were just friends, which was when you made your move and we started being more than friends”. “Oh yeah.” I awkwardly reply. Then quickly respond with “Sorry, my brain farted earlier.” She laughs, then we go inside, holding hands. I ask her about the Disney executives thing, and she says that they’re having meeting about the franchise with Elsa and that I can stay. I say sure, why not. We hang out talk, and dance at the party until the dinner/meeting starts. As we find our seats as I grab 2 pieces of cheese and 2 crackers from a cheese and crackers plate a waiter had when I passed by him.I pull her chair out for her, and she sits, then i sit. I take my piece of cheese and give Anna the other cheese and the 2 crackers, which she proceeds to make a mini sandwich with. She eats it, thanks me, then kisses me on the cheek. Then 2 servants come out and announce the queen’s arrival to the dinning hall. We all stand and clap for queen Elsa, then sit back down. She welcomes everyone to the castle, among other things. I zone out for a bit but Anna snaps me back to “reality.” I start to listen, and i find out the main guests are Legit actually THE Disney executives, as in the people who own and run

Disney. They start to talk about Frozen 2, the Frozen broadway show, Random Disney theme park stuff like meet n greets, possible rides and shows, etc. The conversation changes from disneyland stuff to merchandising and other media, like books, video games, etc.. They start bringing out the presentation stuff, complete with pointing stick. They start to talk about revenue, demographics, transmedia crap. Anna and I are both bored out of our minds. Then they quickly start to talk about what kinds of new merchandise with Anna and Elsa on it that they can crap out to the masses of frozen fans. They don’t stop, And it gets so crazy, i think that they’re trying to make Anna and Elsa look like big, greedy sell outs. “We can put your Faces on anything and people will buy up all of this crap!” says the guy with the pointing stick. Elsa tries to change the subject to something else, like frozen dolls with better looking faces. They ignore her and keep talking about having every kind of product with their faces and the films logo on it, so frozen can be sold anywhere to anyone. Elsa is getting worried this and says “we don't need that much more merchandise”. They ignore her again, and she gets pissed, and responds with “Stop trying to whore out the image of my sister and I!”. But then the head exec, gets up, and he looks a hell of a lot like senator Armstrong from metal gear rising, both physically and facially, except with more hair, and its grey. He tells her “SHUT UP, YOU HAVE NO SAY, WE OWN YOU!!!!” Anna has had it tells the exec “YOU CAN’T TALK TO THE QUEEN LIKE THAT!!” The exec Shouts “SHUT THE HELL UP, WE OWN YOU

TOO!!” So by now I’ve had enough of this rich douchebag’s shit. I stand up and yell “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO EITHER OFF THEM LIKE THAT, DICKHEAD!!” He growls “ WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?!?!? YOUR OBLIVIOUSLY NOT KRISTOF, SO DONT GET SO FRIENDLY WITH OUR OTHER FEMALE LEAD YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I Start to Retaliate with “ I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE HER REAL BOYFRIEND, and end with “FUCK YOU MR. BURNS”. He then threatens us with his moon sized battle station up in space, the death star, and that he could “WIPE THIS SHITHOLE COUNTRY OFF THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLANET, BECAUSE DISNEY CONTROLS THE WORLD MOTHER FUCKER, SO WATCH YOUR MOUTH.” Then what I said Finally hits him, that Anna and Kritsof aren't a couple anymore, because she’s with me, ruining their marketing and a bunch of other shit all at once. He then gets Furious, starts storming towards me. Elsa has had ENOUGH, and starts to takes action and gets ready to freeze him, but he came prepared. As soon as feels the room get a little cold, he pulls out a remote with a single button. When he presses it, Elsa’s powers just don't work anymore. How?!?! I Don't really know. But then he heads towards Elsa instead, with Anna running over to protect her sister. She steps in front of elsa to protect her, but takes a mean pimp slap in the face for both breaking up with Kristof, and defying the grand master CEO of Disney as he calls himself. I just snap, and I dart over to the mother fucker and jump kick his burly ass. He stumbles back and drops the remote. I

quickly grab it, push the button, then smash the damn thing. Elsa gets her powers back, then immediately freezes the other executives sitting at the table. I go help Anna up, and she starts crying on my shoulder. She tells me to kick his ass to kingdom come. I tell her I will, Despite Knowing that I will probably loose. So “Armstrong”, as i decided to call him,starts running outside, so Elsa sends her guards after him. I tell Anna that I have to go, But as soon as i start to run after him, she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her, and we kiss very passionately for about 7 seconds. She then tells me to check the first closet to the right on the way out. I tell her she’s the best, and we say our goodbyes really quickly, as I run off. I check the first closet on the right, and i find a small case. I open it up and I find a lightsaber. I turn it on, and it turns out to be Kylo Ren’s lightsaber from Star Wars Episode VII, the one with the 2 smaller blades that come out to make a cross guard. I turn it back off, and run AS FAST AS I FUCKING CAN into the setting sun. I make it outside the town just in time to see the guards prevent Armstrong from escaping in his space limo, at least that’s what his vehicle looked like to me. I run through the guards to confront this mother fucker. He says that I’m “a fool to challenge the Disney empire!! You will suffer greatly for this.” He then pulls out his Darth Vader lightsaber. I pull out my Kylo Ren Lightsaber. When the cross guard comes out, I actually see fear in his eyes for the first time in forever as his evil smile quickly fades away. We have a extremely quick duel before I cut off his hands with the cross guard. I then cut off

his left arm. I then stab him in the heart shouting “THIS IS FOR ANNA!!”. I press the blade further and yell “AND THIS IS MY SANITY!!!” As his corpse falls to the ground i take the keys to his space limo or whatever it is, and decide to sell it to merchant if I see him again. Then I start to walk back the castle, and As soon as I see Anna Running towards me, I collapse to the ground on my knees. Then She then runs as fast as humanly possible, WhenI look back, I see that Armstrong didn't die just yet and shot me with his pistol, so I stumble back on my feet and cut his god damn head off with the lightsaber. I fall again, but anna catches me. I tell her I love her, and that I will always love her. We kiss, then I pass out, or possibly die in her arms, I'm not sure which. That’s when I Wake up and I'm in bed, and realize that it was a dream. I'm a little saddened by this fact, but get over it rather quickly. So i’m officially awake, but before i get out of bed i grab my phone and download a picture of Anna in her green dress from the end of frozen that she was wearing in my dream. After that moment, I didn't see frozen as much in the world around me as much any more. My love obsession with anna got better, as it didn't take up all of my personal life like it used to. My life got a little less weird because of this dream as a hole, and I also got excited for frozen 2. I still hope one day I can return to that world in my dreams to see Anna Again, to tell her that I lover her.

[jewlwpet]

#YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO TAKE THE PLOT SERIOUSLY LIKE THIS. IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024#im so sorry for long standing fans of this franchise (?) but i laughed so fucking hard#i will definitely continue it and will try VERY HARD to ignore but like. you get my struggle im sure#delico's nursery#anyway uhm. theres now only one trump i know and its from the bisexual vampires parenting show 🤗 love and light

No worries, I'm a longtime fan and I think it's funny too.

I'm used to it by now, but the first play in the series that I happened to watch (not the actual first one, just called TRUMP, which came out in 2009) dropped the abbreviation in a really dramatic way and I just about died laughing.

"It would be better not to know... we were happier that way. But still, I can never forget... TRUMP!"

overall i really liked the first episode of delico's nursery but. but. as someone who knows nothing. about the theatre plays. i couldnt quite take the plot seriously when. the god of vampires/first vampire ever. has the most unfortunate abriviation of our time.

resulting in lines such as: