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Okay, so this was a post long overdue.

After being inactive here for almost a year, I finally redid my account. And no, I won’t be deleting my old fics. I’d also decided to write like a lot. Expect more of my original writing and also fanfics of all the fandoms I’m in. 

You can still view my works here: Masterlist

You can also add yourself to my taglist, if you want to be notified for my posts. 

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Hi guys!! It would really mean a lot to us if you could join❤ thank you so much!!!

To celebrate the release in july of spider-man: far from home, which comes out at the same time as our birthday, with @spidey-caps, we decided to host a writing challenge!

Rules:

send me or @spidey-caps an ask with the prompt and who you will be writing for

it’s not obligatory, but it would be nice to follow us

reblog this post (for signal boost)

deadline is 29 august

2 people per prompts

you can choose two prompts if you want

use a read more if the fic is 500+ words

no smut for characters under 18!!!

no incest, pedophilia, non-consenting etc.

you can write for who you want (tom holland & co, marvel, etc)

tag your work with the hashtag #jens&cloysbirthdaywc

Keep reading

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Beaches, Movie Marathons, and One Bed

Summary: In which there’s only one bed for you and Peter to share in a beach resort.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 816 (really short ik, it’s my first time to write a very uneventful and just really laid back of a one-shot)

Warnings: None + bad writing?

Prompt: There’s only one bed 

 A/N: This for @lovelyspidey ’s and @thelazypangolin ’s love month writing challenge. Hopefully, I made it into the deadline. Thank you for letting me enter! and I hope you enjoy this!

“Hey, Y/N, can you hand me those chips?” Peter said beside you, nudging you so you can remove your headphones and give him the chips your mother is offering the both of you from the passenger seat. 

“Sure,” You reached over and grabbed the chips. You gave it to Peter and he devoured it right away.

“Mmmh, this is delicious!” Peter said, noisily eating the chips. “Thanks, Mrs. Y/L/N!”

“You’re welcome, Peter!”

Yours and Peter’s family are on a road trip right now to a beach resort. Its summertime and your family organized a family outing along with Peter’s. You and Peter have been friends ever since kindergarten. From then on, Aunt May became friends with your family, and now you’re as close as ever.

“Y/N, look!” Peter said pointing to a person selling Spiderman balloons.

“What is it?” You asked, removing your headphones so that you can hear him clearly.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you the balloons. “They’re so cool. Andrew, look spidey balloons!” You showed Andrew, your younger brother, the balloons. 

“Oooh! Want!” He said, looking at how cool it's designed is and how it flies. 

“You want? Oh, you want?” You asked him, picking him up and tickling him. He squealed and squirmed and Peter laughed beside you looking at the both of you.

“Pete, welp!” Andrew said, struggling to breathe due to laughs. He reached over to Peter and grabbed the ends of his shirt and yanking it hard. 

“Andrew, no!” Peter said as he was pretending to be hurt by it. 

“Andrew,” Your mom gave him these warning look that they give whenever you’ve done something bad. “What do say?” 

“I’m sowwy, Petey” Andrew said, frowning and doing his best puppy dog eyes look. 

“Aw it’s okay, big guy,” Peter said, ruffling Andrew’s hair. 

“Kids, we’re here!” Your mom announced and the three of you cheered while the adults chuckled at yours and Peter’s childish state.

All of you got out of the van and went to get your belongings. 

“Mom,” You whined, “Why is this bag so heavy?” You said, lifting the bag. 

“Because it’s filled with food that can last you and Peter for the night, plus it’s for our bonfire tomorrow and snacks for our island hopping trip,” Your mom answered.

“Okay?’ You said, unsure if the both of you can finish the snacks. 

Your dad and Aunt May checked all of you in the hotel you’ll be staying in for three days. 

“Okay, here are your room assignments. Y/M/N and I will be sharing a room with Andrew while Aunt May will have their own and Peter and Y/N will share a room. Is it alright?” Your dad explained giving all of your keys to your respective rooms.

Peter and you head to your shared room and went inside. 

“Hey, Pete, is this the right room?” You asked Peter as you saw that your shared room only has one queen sized bed. 

“I think so,” 

“Let’s ask Dad,” The two of you went to your family’s room and asked your dad why. 

“I don’t know, Y/N, maybe their slots for twin bedrooms are taken,” Your dad answered, “You can manage right?” 

“Yeah, we can,” You answered, “Thanks, Dad!” 

“So, what now? There’s only one bed,” Peter asked you, looking at you as he opened the door to your shared hotel room.  

“I can take the floor, and you can take the bed?” You suggested as you entered the room. 

“Or maybe the both of you can share the bed and sleep beside each other. I mean, it won’t be that bad right? You guys did it until fifth grade,” Aunt May butted in as she passed the both of you. 

“That’s a good idea, you okay with that?” You asked Peter. 

“Yeah, thanks, Aunt May!” Peter agreed. 

“You’re welcome, Peter. Enjoy watching movies!” Aunt May said going back to her room.

Both of you entered the room and began to organize your belongings since you dropped it when you saw that there’s only one bed. After both of you finished organizing your stuff, Peter and you set up the TV and put in the USB that contains the movies you’ll be watching tonight since you’ll be having a movie marathon. You also grabbed some chips and drinks that you placed on the bedside table

Both of you lie on the bed and watched the first movie. As both of you are watching the movie, both of you are inching closer together. By the end of the movie, Peter and you are now cuddling, forgetting the boundaries the both of you have set in fifth grade when you’re all shy and awkward. 

And by the end of the fifth movie for the night, both of you have fallen asleep beside each other with the sounds of crickets and beach waves heard from outside.

Tagging some wonderful people who might like to check this out and leave a comment so that I can improve my writing (lmk if you don’t want to be tagged): @prince-p-parker @leiasfanaccount648 @friendly-neighborhood-ash @petalparker @tomshufflepuff @cutie1365 @wayfaring----stranger

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A Shitstorm Kinda Day

• Summary: In which you’re having a bad day and Harrison comforts you.

• Pairing: Bestfriend!Roommate!Harrison x Reader

• Warning: Angst (if you squint really hard, I think), anxiety, mention of mistreatment of a woman, swearing.

• Prompt: “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to a total shit storm,”

• Words: 747

• A/N: This is for @h-osterfield’s 5k writing challenge. Congrats on 5k, sweetie! Happy Birthday!! Hope you enjoy! 

You angrily walk inside the apartment slamming the door loudly behind you. Watching the TV, who is seated on the couch, is your best friend and roommate, Harrison Osterfield. He jumped, startled from the door loudly slamming behind you. You took one look at him and sat beside him, taking a handful of popcorn from his bowl.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Harrison said, “What’s gotten you in that state?”

You looked at him and sarcastically said, “Isn’t it amazing how fast the world can go from bad to a total shit storm?” flailing your arms wildly while devouring the popcorn.

You just got home from a college lecture you’ve had earlier. Your morning started badly, you missed the bus to the university and from that moment on everything went downwards. You came in late at your lecture, and your seatmate is just…the worst.

“Come on, love. What happened?” Harrison said, putting his arms around you. He knows that you cannot bottle up your anger or else you’ll do something you might regret. So, he handed you his bowl of popcorn, and you continued devouring it while hesitating on telling it to Harrison. You know that talking with him helps, it’s just that he can get very protective sometimes.

“I don’t know,” You said, “I woke up feeling great and suddenly it’s just not great.”

You put your head on his shoulders and continued on to tell him what went down earlier today. You really had a shit storm of a day and it’s only half of the day. You woke up feeling really great, and then you went out by 6:30am to catch your 7am to 9am lecture. It was only a fifteen minutes bus ride, but you missed the first one. So you had to catch the second trip, which took like five minutes. But that time, there was an accident. A car crash, you saw. That created slow-moving traffic which doubled your travel time. That event made you thirty minutes late to class and your professor is just as cranky as the old lady two doors down. And then there’s your seatmate, Jack. The son of the university’s president.

His attitude just brings you a stormy cloud over your head, and you’ve had enough. But you can’t get in trouble with the president. It might cost you the full ride scholarship that you have gotten due to your hard work. And Jack, he’s just a pain in the ass. He kept saying how women can avoid rape by “dressing properly” and how women just really wanted attention. He also kept saying that you just wanted to get into Tom’s pants so you befriended Harrison. And you’ve had enough. So, you snapped at him almost slapping him in the process. Unfortunately, the whole class heard you. They looked at you like you just killed a person, and it was not nice. When class ended, everyone in the hallway was looking at you, it’s like you’re walking down the aisle of shame.

“And it’s making me feel bad because I think that I should say sorry to Jack,” You told Harrison.

“Why would you say sorry to that arse?” Harrison asked, angrily.  

“I don’t know. I think I did something wrong and everything is just gah!” You said, exasperatedly. “You know those times I just overthink stuff and everything goes to shambles? And I’m drowsy and just don’t want to deal with shit but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Wait, let me get my phone and call Jack,” You said, looking through your bag to look for your phone. “Aha!” You said as you found your phone.

“Okay, Y/N, enough of that!” Harrison said, taking your phone and throwing it across the room. “You are not calling that son of a bitch, and that’s final. You know, I care about you, and calling him and saying sorry may look like the right thing. But, it’s not. It will only build his ego up and may encourage him to do it every time. Think about it, you’ve done nothing wrong, but you’re the one saying sorry. And it’s not fair, is it?”

You nodded and told him: “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” He picked up your phone and offered it back to you, and you accepted it.

“Now, why don’t we watch this really great show and devour popcorns?” That the two of you did and enjoyed the rest of the day together.

Tagging some wonderful people who might like to check this out and leave a comment so that I can improve my writing (lmk if you don’t want to be tagged): @prince-p-parker @leiasfanaccount648@friendly-neighborhood-ash@petalparker @tomshufflepuff@cutie1365 @marvelousxtsh @wayfaring—-stranger @death-over-coffee @its-the-unknownspideywrites @hollandroos

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yellow sleepover!

So, basically, this is a lot like a positivity sleepover. Since we all know that we need this after the issue with Sony and Disney and the Amazonia. And also, I have exams that I know I’ll fail, so let’s just have this! 

Disclaimer: In no way am I saying that you should ignore what is happening around us. But what I’m aiming for something a little positive to brighten up everyone’s day.  

So, send me: 

things you’re looking forward to! 

MEMES 

funny jokes 

things that make you happy 

songs that immediately brightens up your mood 

fluffy and soft fic recs!

a funny memory 

favorite memory

cute quirks

fic ideas (who knows, maybe I’ll even write it as a blurb) 

PUNS 

interesting history facts 

cute and funny vids 

cool facts 

a writer shoutout to your fave authors and I’ll @ them 

really anything that makes you happy :) 

tagging some really amazing people: @spidey-waffles11 @stretchkingblog97 @prince-p-parker @leiasfanaccount648 @friendly-neighborhood-ash @tomshufflepuff @cutie1365 @lovestrucktom @wayfaring—stranger @death-over-coffee @its-the-unknownspideywrites @hollandroos @h-osterfield @hollandrecs @nnatasha @anxieteandbiscuits @afterglowparker @starksparker @unholyhaz @parrkerspeters@plushparker @neverlandparker

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Little Lion Man

Little Lion Man

Summary: In which she remembers all in prom.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Blood, accidents, angst, swearing, bad writing

Prompt: Little Lion Man x Mumford and Sons

 Word Count: 3.3k 

A/N: Hiii guys!! This is for @sweetlysilent ’s 6k writing challenge. Congrats on your 6k!! and I’m really sorry for posting this late. Things happened and honestly, it got tangled and now that it’s fixed I had time to finish this and now here it is. Hope you enjoy!!

Ø  Bold and Italics are lyrics

Ø  Italics are memories       

Prom Night.

The night you dreaded. To be honest, it was something you’d imagine to come straight out of an early 2000’s teenage movie, with you being with the one you love and hanging out with friends.

But the universe is tricky. It used a lot of tricks. And that’s the thing, the universe is still debating whether or not the two of you belong together.  

Weep for yourself, my man,

You'll never be what is in your heart

Weep little lion man,

You're not as brave as you were at the start

You first met Peter during one of his hardest times, when his uncle Ben died.

It was the day after the funeral and Peter’s having the hardest time paying attention.

Sure, he’s smart and he knows a lot. But he’s particularly mentally distant that day.

The teachers would ask him questions, and he would just be delivering a blank stare, not saying anything just staring blankly. Even his friend Ned is worried about him. Ned tried talking to Peter, but to no avail, Peter is absent-minded that day. Even the teachers are raising their eyebrows due to Peter.

Having almost the same experience as him, the teachers decided for the school’s “Mental Health Awareness Week” to pair you both up. They didn’t assign both of you tasks, they just said to talk and open up. So, the two of you just sat in silence inside a deserted classroom until you decided to break the silence.

“You know, a lot of painful things are inevitable. Maybe God has a purpose as to why it happened. ‘Cause you know, everything happens for a reason,” You said, whispering softly finally coming into a conclusion.

“What happened?” Peter asked, his eyes glossing over thinking about that night and how hurt Aunt May was.

“My best friend died. A drunk driver hit her,” You answered smiling softly to let him know that you are on the road to recovery, that you’ve accepted her death.

Thus that conversation started a connection the both of you didn’t know you had.

Rate yourself and rake yourself,

Take all the courage you have left

Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

The first time he told you, or showed you rather, he was Spider-Man was during one night when he was severely injured and cannot go straight to his home. He went to your house and knocked on your window at midnight. Not knowing who the man behind the mask is, you still let him inside and came to his aid. He removed his mask and lo and behold the famous Spider-Man is Peter Benjamin Parker who took you by surprise that you accidentally dropped your first aid and some chemicals spilled on your carpet, luckily you both cleaned it up nicely, and no harm was done on your carpet. That was also the day he first made a move.

After aiding Peter, you left him to rest on your bed and you came back to find him asleep. Luckily your bed is a bunk, your parents had it as a bunk because they thought about the friends you could have sleeping over. You climbed to the top bunk and laid there for a while.

“Hey, Y/N, you still up?” Peter asked after a while from down below.

“Yeah, why?” You answered.

“I just want to say that I appreciate you so much, thank you for always helping me. Do you mind if I walk you home from school later?” He asked you, wanting to tell you something. It was supposed to be different than ‘do you mind if I walk you home from school tomorrow?’ but he decided against it, wanting to wait until later to just tell you.

“I don’t mind,” You said softly as your lips are lifting up to form a small smile. The two of you laid there in silence once again.

“Uh-anyways I got to go. Aunt May will kill me, bye Y/N. Goodnight,” he said lifting the window open and with a ‘thwip’ he’s gone.

The next day you both met in front of your locker. School was uneventful, as always. The only interesting thing was lunch today. During lunchtime, Peter was acting all nervous, like he’s sweating and stuttering. When you and MJ asked him what’s wrong, Ned just laughed. The three of you started teasing Peter, and he joined in on the laughter because you were drinking water and because you laughed, it caused you to spit it out earning you the nickname of water bender.

“Ready to go?” Peter asked you, as he saw you standing up and looking around, waiting for him.

“Ready,” You said giving him a small smile. Both of started walking out and Peter is really, very nervous.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like that all day,” You asked him.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” He said, grinning sheepishly. “Look, Y/N,” He then felt some water droplets and looked around. He saw that it was starting to rain. He grabbed her hand and ran to the nearest bus stop.

“Peter, wha-what?” You asked him, as to why he suddenly ran towards the bus stop but still you followed him.

“It’s going to rain, very hard,” he answered, panting once the both of you reached the bus stop. “Don’t want you getting sick,”

“Is that so?” You asked him, daringly. As if on cue, it started raining, really hard.

In need of something exciting, you started running towards the rain and danced under it.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled running after you.

“What, Peter?” You asked him, giggling when you saw his drenched figure. “I don’t care if I get sick, as long as I die happily.” Peter looked at you with wide eyes as you said those words.

“You’re not dying, are you?” He asked a little ways away from you, seriously. Thoughts of you dying made him scared as he lost lots of people in his life. You just laughed and seeing Peter’s face morph into confusion made you laugh harder.

“No, no, of course not. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” You said trying to conceal your laughter. “Not really though,” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Peter then charged towards you, but you ran. You tried to run away from him, but he carried you over his shoulders. You started hitting his back, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, his beautiful melodic laugh. He gently puts you down in the middle of the street.

The two of you stared at each other even though it’s raining. Then a thought suddenly comes to mind, you started laughing so hard that Peter first looked at you in confusion, then burst out laughing after you. You doubled over laughing and Peter helped you up while still laughing, and boy I tell you, it was not successful.

“What are you thinking?” Peter asked, after the both of you calmed down.

“I just thought of our middle-grade dance,” Peter’s face turned bright red and you doubled over laughing.

“Hey! I just thought that it was romantic to slow dance with you, under the fake rain that our hopeless romantics of teachers put up,” Peter grinned remembering how you reacted, but still embarrassed of himself after what happened. Yup. It was right, and damn it did not go as well as expected. Sure, because of seeing old prom movies with you he was sure that you wanted it to happen. Those kisses under the dance floor kind of thing, but because of your hopeless romantic teachers, rain started pouring inside the gymnasium. Just as the two of you are slow dancing well, the fake rain started to pour down.

“You’re kind of a hopeless romantic yourself, pretty boy,” You said getting him so flustered that his face turned redder.

“Uh-n-no-no I’m not!” He said, defending himself even though it is evident in his face that he is.

“Uh, yes you are,” You said, poking his nose that he’s taken aback and he just stares at you wide-eyed.

He sighed, “Okay, okay maybe I am. But, you are too! Remember your crush during grade 7? Adrian- what’s-his-name? We were all cringing!” And yes, it was a very cringe moment for you too. You know those middle grade crushes you’ve had on older guys’ way back in middle school? You had a crush on a twelfth grader, and you were head over heels for him.

“Okay, stop. You’re also making me cringe,” You said to him scrunching your face up, remembering those embarrassing times.

He smiled and there you saw the twinkle in his eyes again, making you fall head over heels right now. Sure, you had a crush on him, but moments like these makes you fall so hard for him. And right now, you’re falling fast and hard. You panicked. Not knowing what to do with your feelings and thinking of ways on how to escape this situation for him before one thing leads to another. So, you do the best you can do, freeze and just get so lost in thought.

“Hello? Y/N?” he said waving his hands frantically in front of you.

“Hm? What?” You said, coming out of your daze.

“I lost you for a moment there. A penny for your thoughts?” And there you go again, dazed and confused.  

“I think I like you,” And there you go, admitting it. Admitting that one thing you kept to yourself all this time, saying that you’ll say you like him when it’s clear. And right now, in this very moment, you’re confused and sure at the same time. It’s confusing, really. You’re feelings for him.  You know you’ve fallen hard for this boy yet you don’t want to do anything to move forward with him.  

“Fuck! I’m so sorry I said that! I don’t know what came over me! Shit!—“You kept rambling off and he cut you off with an,

“I think I like you too,” with a chuckle at the end noticing how your hands flared and cheeks flushed.

“Wait, what?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“I like you so much, and argh! I can’t describe it,” Peter’s having a hard time finding the words to say, you smiled softly walking towards him and putting your hands on top of his cheeks, caressing them, slowly leaning your face forward to meet his lips.

And right then, and there, you kissed him. Both of you not caring that it was raining so hard that both of you may catch a cold. At first, he was surprised but he eased back in and kissed you back. The both of you melted in each other’s touch, your hands reaching up to grab his hair and his hands cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss. But due to breathlessness and the adrenaline brought by the kiss, the both of you let go but your foreheads still touch.

“Wow,” You gushed,

“That was amazing,” Peter said finishing your sentence.

Thus, started a healthy relationship you had, until it goes downhill.

Tremble for yourself, my man,

You know that you have seen this all before

Tremble little lion man,

You'll never settle any of your scores

Your grace is wasted in your face,

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

“Look, Peter. Just stop. You’re clearly not thinking right. Why don’t we just sleep and talk it out in the morning?” You said, clearly just tired from all the fighting and the yelling the both of you have been doing these past few hours.

“NO, Y/N! I DON’T WANT TO STOP!” Peter’s face is so red with fury by now with all the yelling he’s been doing and to him, you’ve done nothing but be kind to him but he wanted to protect you. Of course, you agreeing to be his girlfriend means that you have signed on to be his partner-in-crime and to accept who he is.

At his words and expression, you got taken aback that your jaw dropped, terrified of what he might do. He saw your expression and soften his.

“Then, get to the point then,” You said as your eyes gloss over, but you fight back the tears. Peter saw your expression, he couldn’t help but regret it. Regret all those fights you’ve had, all those foolish things he’s said, and regret those moments he didn’t cherish you. He was so busy proving himself these past few days to Mr. Stark that he didn’t notice that he left you--- his friends and Aunt May, too.

“No, no, no, no. Y/N, please, not right now,” He said almost kneeling down to beg you for his forgiveness.

“Then, what is it?” You said as tears came down your face. He hated seeing you cry, but he’s hurt you. He knows that he went past his limit.

“I--- ah, I---um,” Peter kept stumbling with his words, and you clearly saw that he’s struggling to get the words out, thinking whether or not he should say them.  

“Just say it, please,” You said, wanting to end the fight.

“I---just can’t do it anymore,” He says it all, all in one breath running out the door, slamming it behind him leaving you alone in your house. You just sank in your knees leaning against the coffee table for support, your sobs echoing all throughout the room. Unbeknownst to you, Peter was just in the back of the door listening to your cries, and couldn’t help but sink to his knees and lean his head back the door, regretting all that he’s said and all he has done.

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?

Didn't I, my dear?

Peter was walking home that fateful night back to his and Aunt May’s apartment. He was only one block away from yours when he heard you scream. He ran back to your apartment and he saw you there, unconscious and tied up. Behind you was Blackie Drago, the new Vulture who took on the mantle after Adrien Toomes died in his cellar.

This scene terrified Peter to the core. It was exactly what he was afraid of.

“So this is Y/N, eh? Spider-Man’s gal,” said Drago, standing behind you slowly holding onto your chair, “And you, Peter Benjamin Parker, is Spiderman isn’t that so?”

Peter was stuck. Frozen in place, thoughts are running his mind about what he should do, but he just stared. He stared ahead towards your unconscious body, towards Drago’s hands that were slowly creeping towards your neck.

Luckily, before that one big fight, he just came home from his patrol. He changed his clothes, but he forgot to remove his web shooters.

So, he shot a web towards Drago’s hands that were now back onto his sides after he saw Peter pull out his web shooters and did his signature sign.

“What? I have to tell you, kid, you’re quick,” Drago said, smirking. But he raised his hands and that confused Peter very much, and suddenly his wings spread and he flew taking you and the chair with him.

Peter followed after him, knowing very well that he cannot make a move or else he’ll drop you. He landed in an empty field and Peter followed suit. There, he stood but Drago quickly acted. He flew towards Peter and grabbed him by his neck. Drago flew upwards and upwards until Peter cannot see below. This attracted another Spiderman villain, Kraven. He quickly came to the scene and shot a light towards them. Drago noticed it and landed, letting go of Peter’s neck.

Peter gasped and fell to the land, gasping for breath. He regained his breathing, Kraven and Drago are now preparing to fight Peter, but he acted quickly. He shot a web towards their feet (and also Drago’s hands). He stood up, but he heard a whimper coming from you that stopped him from what he’ll be doing.

He ran towards you and untied you.

“Peter,” you breathed out, tears brimming your eyes.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Peter said pulling you into a hug. “But you got to listen to me, okay?”

“You have to run away as far as possible, don’t look back. Okay?” You nodded still in shock. Because earlier you were just crying and then someone knocked you in the head and now you’re here, in an empty field with no recollection of what happened.

“Now go! GO!” Peter said, hurrying you to go out. You ran, ran as fast as Quicksilver and never once looked back. Once you’re far you looked back and saw that Kraven will be hitting Peter with his double-barreled ray.

“PETER! LOOK OUT!” And as fast as a flash of lightning, he moved. The ray striking Drago that knocked him unconscious. Peter looked towards Kraven and saw that he was in shock, he thought that he has killed his partner. This gave Peter a chance to remove Kraven’s ray out of his vest and web him towards the bleachers.

Then, he ran towards you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” The both of you kept repeating to each other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But, I can’t do this if my enemies kept hunting me down and discovering my identity. You will get hurt, and I’m going to blame myself for it. I know I won’t be able to forgive myself if another villain came and got successful in killing me,” Peter said, slowly back out of the hug.

‘What? Peter, no. I love you, okay? And no matter what happens I promise it’s going to be alright. If I die, it’s on me, not you. So stop with those thoughts please,” You said, hurting but you can’t cry. Your head hurts and is throbbing so much you fell to the ground holding your head.

“Y/N, Y/N, what happened?” Peter knelt down.

“My head hurts,” you whimpered. He looked towards your head and saw that it’s bleeding.

“You’re bleeding, let me take you to the hospital,” You nodded, dozing off. “No, no, no don’t sleep,” Peter said slowly waking you up.

He used his web shooters to swing both of you towards the nearest hospital. He landed near the hospital and ran all the way inside.

“Help! Help! Her head is bleeding,” With Peter’s desperate yells, the nurses heard him and came pushing a gurney. He laid you down and ran with the nurses towards another room. Before he can enter, nurses stopped him. There, he stood for a moment and with tears in his hazel eyes, he left. Leaving you permanently to avoid injuries like these.

Your grace is wasted in your face,

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now, sitting alone in the booth looking at all those happy faces, you terribly missed the feeling of being in love.

Then a hand asking you to dance suddenly came into your view, you looked up and saw that it was Peter. He smiled sadly, but you smiled, sincerely accepting his invite. Both of you danced, danced the night away and forgot about what happened. Forgot the fear surrounding the both of you and left behind the worries for what the future may bring.

Sure, the universe is tricky. It performs lots of tricks, maybe to fool you, but somehow those tricks always worked out in the end for the greater good.

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Tagging some mutuals who might like to read this and possibly give feedback that can improve my writing (lmk if you don't want to be tagged): @prince-p-parker @friendly-neighborhood-ash @leiasfanaccount648 @petalparker @tomshufflepuff @cutie1365

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tom holland & co. master list

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💖 is for fluff

💔 is for angst 

💕is for both angst and fluff

💞 is for my favorites 

Endlessly 💖   -  In which you went to Queens and found out that Spiderman is your soulmate.

A Christmas Kiss 💖 -  In which Peter, Ned, and You had a Christmas Eve sleepover. 

Little Lion Man💕 - In which she remembers all in prom.

Beaches, Movie Marathons, and One Bed💖 -  In which there’s only one bed for you and Peter to share in a beach resort.

2 am 💖 - In which you confessed your feelings for him.

I Love You 💖 - first time saying those three words or rather, sensing it. 

Of Right Now (SERIES) -  You are an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life with a boyfriend who is in a coma.  And he is a successful producer looking for a promotion when he was relocated in Batanes (where you live).  His plans are a) make a show b) make it a hit c) get the promotion and d) go back to London. But things don’t go as expected, right?

Teaser -  Chapter One -  Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - 

Clockwork Angel (Dad!Tom) -  You and Tom decided to share the joy in an orphanage for your birthdays.

Distance -  It was a rainy day and you remembered him and everything in between.

you kinda look like my girlfriend  💖 -  tom comes home late from a night out with friend, drunk and it would be better if he'd let you change his clothes.

Dancing With A Stranger 💖- In which you met him and started dancing with him.

A Shitstorm Kinda Day💖-  In which you’re having a bad day and Harrison comforts you.

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spidey-caps 100 followers sleepover!

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Hi guys! Thank you so so much for over a hundred followers! As a celebration, we’ll be having a sleepover!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me (but it’s a follower celebration?)

I only do moodboards/blurbs/headcanon requests for mcu cast + characters + tom holland and co. (but maybe if you ask nicely, I can make an exception)

Here’s what you can drop in my asks:

your thoughts

assumptions about me

or you can get to know me by simply asking questions yunno

your moodboard requests

your blurb, headcanon, and concept requests

fmk, would you rather, make me choose

your opinions

a ❣ + a description of yourself for ships!

stuff about your day (or let’s just talk about stuff)

asks for advice or rants

your tumblr crushes, tell me to compliment them

a 🎶 for song recs/playlists

a 🎞 for a film/tv show/movie rec

any other sleepover things

The sleepover starts by May 16, 2019, and ends on Sunday, May 19, 2019. Thank you all so much and have a great day!!

Tagging some wonderful followers + mutuals: @danicarosaline@courteousdolan @spiderkat1248 @intothedanvers-e @idreamof-music @fanficparker @kaitlynpcallmebeepme @awkwardfangirl2014@screeching-student-unknown @hey-its-grey @afterglowparker@moonstruckholland @nnatasha @sunshineandparker@upsidedownparker @akaspiderman @nataliereneewalkr @calum-hoodwinked-me @peeterparkr @hufflepuff-supergirl @iluvcats@avengerdcnvers @skylar-mendes @amxliaponds @its-the-unknownspideywrites @death-over-coffee @leiasfanaccount648@starkravingparker @tomshufflepuff @saintlavrents @wayfaring—-stranger @prince-p-parker @moonriv-er @tomhollandvibes

Some of my favorite people here: @tomshufflepuff @marvelousxtsh @hollandroos @h-osterfield @fratboievans@starksparker @hollandrecs @hollandsosterfield @anxieteandbiscuits 

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Spell out the letters in your name with song titles, then tag someone!

C - Cry by Mandy Moore 

L - Lie to Me by 5SOS ft. Julia Michaels 

O - Only Hope by Switchfoot 

Y - Your Love’s Like - Sabrina Carpenter 

I was tagged by the lovely @prince-p-parker for this tag game. Thank youuu so much for tagging me!!

Tagging: someone who wants to do it cause I’m literally lonely hereee. 

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Every Other Night

Summary: In which things heal.

Warnings: Angst, Death, Broken Home, Mild Swearing, Mentions of Suicide, Anxiety, Depression

A/N: Here's for a sucky unedited approach!

Another night as always. Every night you would try to shut out the voices you always hear. Every night. It's a routine every day. Every morning you would wake up get ready for school, eat breakfast with your parents. Them acting everything's alright when clearly it's all not. Then you'd go to school, attend your classes like nothing's wrong. After school, you'd go home do your homework and just go on social media. By night, you'd eat dinner all by yourself because your parents are still at work. Them working so hard you don't really know for who. Whether it's for themselves, you or others.

But this night, it's different. You know it is. Because every night you would always hear shouts and yells, then after a while you'll hear silence. As if it's so fragile that you're scared that by doing something would break. This night is all screams. Saying nothing but awful things to each other as if their marriage did not happen as if love wasn't there.

By staying positive, you would always tell yourself that every couple encounters a rough patch in their relationship. Maybe your parents hit a hard bump. But no, they would do that almost every other day for a year now. One day they're fighting, the next they are having sex like there's no tomorrow. Moaning and groaning, all you'll hear is that and also a little bit of slamming doors.

But this night, they are shouting at each other like there's no tomorrow. You started hearing things break. Like a hand slamming into a table, beer bottles being thrown. And a scream, a terrified scream that made you wince.

You should go down there, you thought to yourself as you heard loud sobs echoing in the house as a door loudly slams and you hear the engine of their car start and leave.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself as you slowly opened your door and began your descent downstairs quietly only to find your mom sobbing loudly with her back against the wall repeatedly slamming her head into the concrete wall.

You pulled her into your bedroom upstairs and made her sit on your bed. Unexperienced with comforting people, you just sat beside her and she immediately put her head on your shoulder and hugged your sides sobbing loudly. You slowly began to pat her head and rub her back to remove all the tension inside of her. Grabbing a water bottle from your nightstand, you hand it to her making her drink as she's finding it hard to breathe due to her sobs. After drinking you both sat beside each other unable to do anything. She then laid her head on your shoulder as a way of finding comfort. You both are in that position for a while until you hear soft breaths coming from her. You slowly laid her in your bed and tucked her in.

You looked at the time and saw that it was almost three a.m. Before you can even fully process the idea, you grabbed your phone, wallet, house and car keys.

You then grabbed a sticky note from your study table and wrote a note:

"Be back soon mom, don't worry :)"

Soon after you wrote that you went into the car and proceeded to drive to the place where your dad might be, the bridge. The bridge is always a sentimental place for your parents. It was where they met. They were both going to jump but somehow fate tricked them into not jumping and there they were, having dates in the bridge like they both did not try to commit suicide.

You parked little ways before the bridge and behind your dad's car. You walk into the bridge feeling the chill air of the night making you shiver since you forgot to slip on your jacket. You walked to the bench where you saw your father sitting.

"Dad," you breathed out, cold.

"Y/N, why are you here?" He asked, you looked into his eyes and saw that it was all red. Like he'd been crying all night.

"What happened? Between you and mom, I mean? You both weren't like that? Did you not love each other?" You knew those questions were childish but you did not care as you wanted to know. You sat down beside your dad and he put his arms around your shoulders and you leaned into him, feeling really cold.

"Well Y/N, your mom, and I....we kinda fade out. That happens to people sometimes. Sometimes their love was so deep that they got tired of each other. It was so much and we didn't know how to handle it. You know what I say about too much is unhealthy, right? That's the thing we loved too much and we hurt too much. Things at work, they are all piling up. Same with bills. And of course, the debts we made for your sister's funeral. It was a hard decision to make but we know that she deserves it. And that thing with your sister, it became too heavy for us to handle. As you can see, we tend to bottle things up. Like all bottles, when its filled with stuff, it breaks," Your father explained sadly. Eyes filling with sorrow at the mention of your sister's death.

You had a sister. An older sister who people love too much. She gives so much. She's the kindest person you've ever known. You know what they say, good die young. And you stuck to that, because you know she has a pure heart and would do everything she can to keep everyone around her safe, even push an old lady out of the way because a bus was speeding. Risking her life and everything she worked hard for. Then the bus hit her.

That was all it took to end a life so beautiful like her, an ugly accident. There was blood everywhere as the bus hit her very hard.

"You know, Y/S/N would be mad at the both of you. Because you're ignoring each other instead of being there for each other. I think she's yelling at the both of you because she can always speak her mind. She's always the one who resolves arguments. Not me. I'm just doing what I think is right to fix this. And please, please talk to us. Talk to mom,"

"I don't know about that, Y/N,"

"Okay,"

Your dad shrugged off his sweater and gave it to you, seeing that you shivered. Your dad was always selfless putting you and your sister before him. Things must have hit your parents hard because your dad was not one to yell. He was always one to be calm.

You accepted the sweater and you both watched the sunrise.

After the sunrise, you heard your stomach grumbled and your dad laughed.

"Y/N, always hungry," He chuckled.

"Hey! I haven't eaten since dinner,"

"Okay, okay. Let's get breakfast and buy your mom something,"

You both stood up going into separate cars and driving to the breakfast place you all frequented on when your sister was alive, but you seldom eat in it as your parents were always working their asses off to pay off the bills. And gosh, you were so guilty that you felt like a burden. So, you were the one to pay for breakfast, ordering the usual.

You and your dad sat in a booth to wait for your take out order.

"You better talk to mom. She didn't deserve this. We all didn't expect her death but that does not give you the reason to be so distant from each other," You said quietly.

"I know,"

The food then arrived and both of you went back to the house where your mom was still asleep. Both of you began to set up breakfast on a little tray. Both of you silently agreeing to have breakfast in bed and have a movie marathon after a long night.

Both of you slowly crept up the stairs and into your bedroom. You woke your mom up and sat beside her. Your mom being sandwiched between you and your dad.

"Y/M/N, I know I haven't been the best lately. I just wanted you to know I'm sorry and I want to make it up to the both of you. I know what I did has no excuse since we are all going through it. I'm sorry that I hurt the both of you," Your dad said, genuinely feeling sorry.

"I'm sorry too," your mom said

"GROUP HUG!" You yelled as you hugged them both.

All of you then ate breakfast quietly and you started to play the movie. Breakfast in bed and movie marathon is what you always do when you needed family time. You used to do it every Saturday night, but because of your parents drowning themselves in their work, it never happened again especially after the funeral.

Now that it happened again, you wanted this moment to never end.

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Dancing With A Stranger

Paring: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of cheating, flashing lights.

Words: 915

A/N: This fic was inspired by Sam Smith’s and Normani’s Dancing With a Stranger. You can listen to it here.

Your throat is on fire. Mouth burning, ears ringing with the beats, but what you see is slow. Sure, the blinding lights are fast, but the people you see aren’t. It feels as if time is moving slowly. Not to the beat of the party music that the DJ is playing, not to the lights that flash to the beat, but to the people you see and the memories made. You danced, laughed, and sang with your friends. But, it feels as though you’re not with them.

The thing is partying makes you tired, but something about crowded places would always make you feel lonely. It’s as though you’re missing someone you don’t know, wishing you could comfortably talk to someone there, or maybe just the longing to belong. To feel right at home.

These past few days hadn’t been easy. You’ve been meeting deadlines left and right, and you’ve also been busy taking care of a family member who’s sick.

You walk over to the side of the place and just took a breather. The flashing lights make you weak, and you feel light headed. Like you’re floating above clouds but with a headache. Red, blue, blue, violet, red, blue, green, the lights are always switching at those colors to the beat of the music. The music is really loud, and with high partygoers, it ain’t going away easily. So, you just stood at the side, looking around.

A person carrying a tray filled with drinks walked in front of you. As he passed, you grabbed a big red cup of it, put the cup between your lips, and drank. You drank as if you needed it, like a person on a desert in need of water. You chugged it down, real fast. So, you grabbed another one of that.

“You okay, darlin’?” You heard someone with a British accent asking you. You looked over to the person beside you and saw that he was holding a bottle of beer. He looked familiar though like you’ve seen him somewhere. Is it in a magazine? Or on a TV show?

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” You answered nicely, offering a small smile. He smiled back, and winked, taking a gulp of beer.  

“Want to go somewhere?” He asked you, staring at you with his hazel orbs. You looked taken aback and ready to run. His eyes widened and his cheeks flared as he realized his stupidity. Scratching behind his neck, he said: “I’m sorry. It’s just that you don’t look like you want to be here,”

“No, I’m alright,” You answered him, slightly laughing at his flushed face. He chuckled and took another swing of beer. As he drinks, out of the corner of your eye, you saw an ex of yours enter the party and began to pick up girls left and right. Your relations with him was not perfect. You broke up over two months ago, yet memories of him still linger. The two of you were having a picture-perfect relationship, but you found out that throughout the course of your time together he was cheating on you with other women. Yes, other women. He kept on having one-night stands with other women while he’s still with you. So, yeah, it was too good to be true.

“Hey,” The person beside you tapped your shoulder, “You alright? You look like you’ve been stabbed.”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” You answered his question again. You looked at his face again, confused. “You look so familiar though. Have we met?”

“No, no, we didn’t,” he said, laughing it off. “But you probably have seen me with my friend, o’er there,” He added, pointing to his friend surrounded by a bunch of giggling ladies. You looked closer and saw that it was Tom Holland. The actor who plays Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

“That Holland boy?” You asked him.

“Mmhmm,” He hummed, taking yet another drink of his beer.

”Y/N,” You introduced yourself.

“Harrison Osterfield. Nice meeting ‘ya,”

“You too.”

The DJ then stopped the music, and everyone stopped dancing and looked at him. “You know what I realize? It’s prom season. So, why don’t I play some music and you go pick a partner and dance?” A chorus of ‘yeah’ ensued, and the DJ played some slow songs. You looked to the side and saw that your ex was looking at you.

In a spur of a moment kind of thing, you faced Harrison and offered your hand. He looked at it, and back at you as if saying ‘why’.

“Let’s dance, you div,” You said, rolling your eyes and pretending to have a British accent. He took your hand and you led him to the middle of the dance floor. By now, all of your friends are looking at you, jaws dropped and eyes wide.

Dancing in the moonlight by Toploader started playing. You let yourself loose in the middle of the dance floor, and Harrison’s looking at you, smiling and occasionally biting his bottom lip, and maybe even analyzing your movements. He took your hand and twirled you, letting your dark violet lace dress flow.  He caught and dipped you, ballroom dancing. The two of you continued dancing and your ex kept watching you two, locking his jaw but not daring to make a move. Still, the two of you kept enjoying the moment. Even though the song changes, the two of you continued dancing.

Oooh baby, baby, I’m dancing with a stranger.

Tagging some wonderful people who might like to check this out and leave a comment so that I can improve my writing (lmk if you don’t want to be tagged): @prince-p-parker @leiasfanaccount648@friendly-neighborhood-ash @petalparker @tomshufflepuff@cutie1365 @marvelousxtsh @wayfaring----stranger @death-over-coffee @its-the-unknownspideywrites

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How about a mood board for a first date with Tom Holland?

Hi, sweets! Here it is! Hope you like it haha!

First Date w/ Tom (in a museum)

The picture on the lower left side (I got from google) but it belongs to sheenalovessunsets.com (i think).

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