#Harry Holland imagine

[pankowcrumbs]

Tour X Harry Holland

MasterList

The boardroom at Netflix was a sleek, modern space glass walls, polished oak table, and an air of professionalism that always made me sit up a little straighter. I wasn’t new to meetings like this, but this one mattered more than any record deal or festival slot I’d ever secured.

I was here to pitch my vision for my tour documentary.

My last album had changed everything. Sold-out arenas, millions of streams, a fanbase that felt more like a community. It was only natural to document the journey the highs, the lows, the moments backstage when everything felt too overwhelming or too euphoric to put into words.

“This all sounds brilliant,” one of the executives, a woman named Laura, said as she skimmed through the pitch deck. “A deeply personal, behind-the-scenes look at your life on tour. Fans will love it.”

I nodded, gripping the edge of my chair. “That’s exactly what I want. Something raw, real, nothing too polished or commercialised.”

Laura smiled. “We can certainly make that happen. We have a list of accomplished directors who specialise in music documentaries. We’ll...”

I cut in before she could finish. “Actually, I already know who I want to direct it.”

The room stilled slightly, as if I had just thrown a spanner in the works.

I took a steadying breath. “I want Harry Holland.”

A pause. A few exchanged glances. I could tell they recognised the surname, but not necessarily why I had chosen him.

The executive seated across from me, James, frowned slightly. “Harry Holland… as in Tom Holland’s brother?”

I nodded. “Yes. But I’m not picking him because of that. I’ve seen his work, his short films. He has a brilliant eye for storytelling he captures moments in a way that feels intimate yet cinematic. That’s exactly what I want for this documentary.”

Laura seemed intrigued. “How do you know him?”

I hesitated for half a second. “I actually know Tom, and through him, I saw some of Harry’s work. I loved it.”

James leaned back in his chair, considering. “Has he directed a documentary before?”

“Not on this scale, no,” I admitted. “But I don’t think that matters. He understands how to tell a story without forcing it. He’s talented, and I trust him with this.”

Another pause.

Then, Laura spoke again. “Alright. If he’s interested, we’d love to meet him.”

Relief flooded me. “Great. I’ll bring him in for the next meeting.”

I was a little nervous before Harry arrived.

I had only met him once before, in passing, when I’d bumped into Tom at a London event. We had barely exchanged words, but I had already admired his work long before that. I hoped he’d say yes to this.

The door to the boardroom opened, and there he was Harry Holland, dressed in a navy jumper and dark jeans, looking both calm and slightly surprised to be here.

His eyes flicked to mine, curiosity dancing behind them. “Hi.”

I smiled. “Glad you could make it.”

He took a seat beside me as Laura and James greeted him warmly. They asked about his background, his filmmaking style, his vision. He answered with quiet confidence, passion shining through with every word.

“I don’t want this to feel like just another concert film,” he explained. “Y/N’s music is personal, so this documentary should reflect that. It needs to feel like we’re stepping into her world not just the tour, but the life surrounding it.”

I couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. That was exactly what I wanted.

Laura and James exchanged glances again, this time more impressed than hesitant.

“Well,” Laura finally said, “it seems like Y/N was right about you.”

Harry turned to me, brow raised slightly. “You fought for me to direct this?”

I nodded. “Of course. I couldn’t imagine anyone else.”

Something passed between us then something unspoken but warm.

And then, just like that, it was settled. Harry Holland was directing my documentary.

From the moment Harry stepped onto the tour bus, camera in hand, everything changed.

He blended into the chaos seamlessly, never intrusive but always present. He captured the exhaustion after a long set, the adrenaline before stepping on stage, the quiet moments in between when I questioned everything.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

He wasn’t just the director anymore. He became the person I sought out when the noise got too loud. The person who made me laugh when I was too tired to function. The person who saw me not just the singer, not just the performer, but me.

One night, after a show in Paris, I found him sitting on the edge of the stage, camera resting beside him.

“Any good footage tonight?” I asked, plopping down beside him.

He nodded, glancing at me. “Always.”

There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again.

“You know, I’ve never been part of something like this before. It’s… different. But in the best way.”

I smiled. “You mean absolute chaos?”

He laughed. “That too. But mostly, I mean you. Watching you do what you love it’s inspiring.”

I swallowed, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “I could say the same about you.”

He held my gaze for a moment, and for the first time since this started, I wondered if maybe just maybe there was something more between us than just music and film.

It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? The way someone can be in your life, right there beside you for months and slowly become so important to you so gradually.

Harry's been capturing every high and low of my experience the adrenaline-filled rehearsals, the chaos of soundchecks, and all the off time the dinners out the endless travelling. He’s with me all the time.

One afternoon, before a performance in Berlin, before the concert started, Harry was filming a quick behind-the-scenes segment, capturing the nerves and excitement of the crew as we prepared for the night’s performance.

I’ve seen the way he holds the camera, the way he steps back to get the perfect angle. But this time, it wasn’t about the documentary. It was something else.

“Can I get one of those smiles again?” he asked, his voice light, but there was something beneath it. “The one where you look like you’re about to tell me off for standing too close.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my lips. “You mean the one where you get too close to my personal space and act like you don’t know it?”

Harry chuckled, his eyes bright behind the camera. “That’s the one.”

He didn’t even need to see my face up close to know it was genuine. The way he spoke made me feel like I’d just shared a secret with him, even though I hadn't said a word. There was something effortlessly disarming about Harry. And when I realised it, I found myself starting to look forward to his quiet presence.

“Alright, ready?” Harry asked the next day as I stretched before the show.

I nodded, looking up at him from the edge of the stage. I don’t know if it was the way his camera clicked or the way he always seemed to be just a little bit more attentive when it came to me, but it was starting to feel like the documentary was less about my music and more about us.

“Are you sure I look alright?” I asked, nervously adjusting the strap on my dress.

“Perfect as always,” he said, his gaze flicking up to mine briefly. He didn’t say much, but the way he looked at me made it feel like the world outside that moment was irrelevant. He made me feel seen in a way that was different than the audience cheering or the flashing lights more personal, more intimate.

As always, I caught his eye.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I teased, walking up to him while the crew worked behind us. "You're looking at me like I'm about to break into song or something."

He smirked, the camera still in his hands, but this time, it was angled down slightly, almost as if he were lost in thought. "I was just thinking how lucky I am to be filming you. You make this whole tour look easy, but I know it's not. You really give it your all."

I tried to shrug it off, trying to laugh it off with my usual lightness. But something in the way he said it made my heart skip. He didn’t just think I was a good performer he saw the work, the dedication. It wasn’t just a compliment; it was the kind of thing that made me feel understood.

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely this time.

Harry didn’t answer right away. He just nodded, but I could see the way his eyes softened for just a fraction of a second. It was the sort of thing that could have been missed by anyone else, but I saw it. And it made my stomach twist in a way I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

With the show everything went flawlessly. The crowd was electric, and I could feel their energy pulsing through me with every note I sang. But as I stood there on stage, singing my heart out, I couldn’t help but feel Harry’s gaze on me, even though I knew he was behind the camera, capturing every moment.

There was something about knowing he was watching me that made me feel… seen, in a way that was different than the thousands of people in the audience. It was like he was waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect shot, but all the while, I could tell that it wasn’t just about the documentary anymore. He was looking at me. Really looking at me.

After the performance, I was exhausted but elated. As always, I made my way to the back to cool off and get ready for the next part of the night. Harry was there, of course, camera slung over his shoulder, his attention on the footage he was reviewing.

“Hey,” I said softly, walking over to him. “How was it?”

He looked up, his face breaking into a grin. “You were amazing, as usual.”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks warm under his gaze. “Thanks. You’re not too bad behind that camera either.”

Harry chuckled, and for a brief moment, his focus shifted away from the footage and back to me. His gaze softened. “You really know how to make everything look effortless.”

I tilted my head, considering his words carefully. “You know, it’s funny,” I said, half-serious, half-playful. “Everyone always tells me I make it look easy, but no one ever talks about how hard it is to keep up with you behind the camera.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? I didn’t realise I was that hard to keep up with.”

“Well,” I said with a teasing smile, “you’re always so serious. I’m just trying to get a laugh out of you.”

“I’m not that serious,” Harry shot back with a wink. “I just like to capture the best moments. And you? You’re full of them.”

His voice had dropped a little, quieter now, and I could feel the sincerity in it. And in that moment, it hit me I wasn’t just hearing the words anymore. I was feeling them.

I stepped closer, unable to help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Maybe you’ve been looking for the wrong kind of shot all along.”

Harry’s expression faltered for a moment, and I could see the shift in his eyes. It was subtle, but it was there. He took a step towards me, lowering the camera in his hands, and his voice was almost a whisper as he replied, “And what kind of shot do you think I should be looking for?”

I didn’t know what to say. My heart was racing, and suddenly, it felt like the room was too small for both of us, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to step away. Something between us was changing, shifting. I could see it in the way Harry looked at me, the way his eyes stayed on me longer than necessary, like he was trying to say something that wasn’t coming out through words.

“I think,” I said softly, my voice shaky, “you’ve been filming the wrong kind of moments. Maybe you need to stop looking through the lens and just… look at me for once.”

There was a beat of silence before Harry took a slow step closer, his breath warm against my skin. He didn’t say anything at first, but his gaze was unwavering. And then, just as my heart was about to leap out of my chest, he leaned in, closing the space between us, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

“Is this the moment?” he asked quietly, his breath brushing my lips.

I nodded, unable to speak, before he kissed me. It was soft, hesitant at first, as if we were both testing the waters. But as his hand gently cupped my face, pulling me closer, the kiss deepened. And in that moment, everything fell into place. It wasn’t just about the tour, the documentary, or the audience anymore. It was just the two of us, in this perfect moment.

When he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, I whispered, “Maybe you don’t need a camera to capture the best moments after all.”

Harry smiled, his eyes twinkling with something more than just admiration now. “Maybe you’re right.”

Years later, the documentary had become more than just a film. It was a love letter to music, to the journey, to us.

Harry and I had built a life together, one where passion and love intertwined effortlessly.

I was curled up on the sofa in our London flat, our two-year-old daughter, Lily, fast asleep on my chest. Harry was next to me, his arm draped over the back of the couch, absentmindedly playing with my hair.

The TV was playing footage from the documentary one of the early scenes, where I was laughing at something off-camera.

“You know,” Harry murmured, “I think that was the moment I knew.”

I turned to him. “Knew what?”

He smiled, that same soft, knowing smile I had fallen in love with. “That I was in trouble. That this ” he gestured between us, “wasn’t just about work. That I’d end up loving you.”

He chuckled. “Best decision I ever made.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Mine too.”

Lily stirred slightly, and we both looked down at her, the perfect little piece of our love story.

Harry exhaled softly, pulling us both closer. “Through my lens, I saw everything. But loving you? That was the best part.”

I smiled, letting the warmth of his words settle deep in my heart.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

★ fluff | † angst | ‡ sad | !! suggestive

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Isaac Garcia (mlwtwb)

playing with his hair ★

unconsciously smiling whenever she smiles ★

drunk ★

y/n(she/her) finds Isaac drunk on the front porch

(i have more of Isaac on my wattpad but i won't pot them here so u can check them out on there if you want)

Lee Garcia (mlwtwb)

teacher ★

Lee teaches y/n (she/her) how to skateboard

first kiss ★

Draco Malfoy (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

too late ‡

y/n (she/her) who is in her first year at Hogwarts (11y/o) and likes Draco Malfoy who is in his 4th year (15y/o), but Draco tells her that she's too young. this happes every year until y/n turns 15 and stops trying to be with Draco and moves on but Draco realizes that he likes her but it's too late cause she already moved on.

in the shadows †

y/n (she/her) is Professor Umbridge's niece and had transfered to Hogwarts when her aunt got a job as a teacher there but what no one knew is that Umbridge is abusive towards y/n (she uses the same method she used on Harry Potter in the movie: to write something on a piece of paper and it magically engraves on the back of your hand with cuts) for a while no one noticed and thought that she was just shy but one pearson, Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin, noticed her hand one day in potions class and asked to talk to her privetly in the Slytherin common room and that's when y/n opens up about the abuse and that's when she finds out that Draco had took a notice of her ever since she arrived, but she didn't notice because of her shy and scared demeanor.

in your arms ★

y/n (she/her) is Draco Malfoy 's girlfriend and one night Draco show's up at her house and he ends up spending the night there, with him cuddled up in her arms crying after he told her that he was forced to join the death eaters.

"it was nice knowing you!" †

bully †

y/n (she/her) tries to take her life after Draco bullies her, but little does she know the reason of the bullying is for him to hide his actual feelings for her.

alphabet nsfw headcanons !!

lazy day headcanons ★

first kiss ★

y/n (she/her) having her first kiss with Draco

kisses ★

you don't have to go ★

y/n(she/her) stops Draco in the battle of Hogwarts

one day at a time †★

y/n(she/her) losses her mom in the battle of Hogwarts and Draco is there to help her get through the grief

wildflowers ★

i could stay here forever ★

you and Draco have been sneaking off to the library to study together, but it always ends up with him pulling you close between the dusty bookshelves, stealing kisses and making you giggle as he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear.

you have no idea how much you mean to me ★

Draco loves taking you on secret walks around the Hogwarts grounds after curfew. Under the soft glow of the moon, he wraps his arms around you, his cold demeanor melting away as he admits how much you mean to him.

but you had fun, didn't you ★

it’s winter at Hogwarts, and you’ve convinced Draco to join in a snowball fight.

well, that didn't go as planned ★

during potions class, Draco helps you brew a tricky potion, but it ends in a harmless explosion. Covered in glittering mist, he laughs for the first time in front of everyone, holding your hand under the table and whispering that it was worth it just to see you smile.

shall we? ★

Draco asks y/n(she/her) to the Yule Ball

dating Draco Malfoy headcanons ★

worth it ★

Draco is a prefect and finds you out at night

i can’t believe it ★

you tell Draco that your pregnant and you, bith, break the news to the Malfoys

kissing Draco Malfoy headcanons ★

happy valentine’s day ★

i’m beginning to feel like a rap god… ★

draco with a girlfriend who loves Eminem

see? i told you they’d love you ★

y/n(she/her) a holiday at malfoy manor and Draco's family loves her (especially lucius)

Harry Potter (harry potter)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

bittersweet goodbye ‡

y/n (she/her) is the only friend Harry Potter had while living with the Dursleys and now they have to say goodbye because Harry is going to Hogwarts.

first snowfall ★

it's the first snow of the year at Hogwarts

Fred Weasley (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

you promised, remember? †

y/n (she/her) finds Fred after the battle of Hogwarts

ridiculously in love ★

together at last ★‡

Yn had died years before Fred was even born, she died during her 7th year. So when Fred first sees her he fell in love.

second chances ★‡

after Fred’s near-death experience in the Battle of Hogwarts, y/n(she/her) struggles with the fear of losing him again

too far ★

Fred has always been the king of pranks, but one day he goes a bit too far, and he Fred spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to you with adorable gestures until you can’t help but forgive him.

the kissing booth ★

a bit down ★

after a tough day, Fred surprises you with your favorite sweets from Honeydukes and a cuddle session

you’re completely mad, you know that? ★

y/n(she/her) loves thunderstorms and the rain and always wants to go dance in the rain with Fred, but Fred is terrified of them

it’s okay to be happy, even after everything | p2 | p3 ★‡

i like you, and it scares the hell out of me | p2 ★

all of Fred's life he's hated Slytherins and has always said he would never befriend one much less date one, but reader appears and he starts falling for her while denying it and is maybe a bit of an a**hole to reader because he just doesn't believe he could ever like you, but realizes that reader isn't horrible and that not all Slytherins are monsters, and once they're together everyone teases him about how he would say he would never date a Slytherin but now reader is basically the love of his life

Cedric Diggory (harry potter)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

first kiss ★

please wake up †‡

y/n(she/her) finds out Cedric died during the Triwizard tournament

Sirius Black (harry potter)

finding home | p2 ★‡ (platonic)

y/n(she/her) finds out that Sirius Black is her father but he didn't know that, and her mom found out after he was inprisoned, but then she was killed by Voldemort when y/n was a baby and was placed in an orphanage for wizards and witches. and he found out after the battle of Hogwarts (in which he survived) and came to find you and tell you and take you in...

Harry Potter boys headcanons (harry potter)

how the hp boys would react when they find out you have a crush on them ★

the hp boys help you calm down †

the hp boys find y/n (she/her) crying/hipper ventilating

Newt Scamander (fantastic beasts/hpu)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

to me, you’re… everything ★

Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

good morning, love ★

waking up with Newt

Stiles Stilinski (teen wolf)

dance in the living room ★

Stiles starts dancing in the living room with y/n (she/her)

Tony Stark (mcu)

see? not so scary, right? ★

y/n(she/her) and Tony share their first kiss

too late †‡

Tony confesses his love for y/n(she/her), but it's too late

panic attack ★

Tony finds y/n(she/her) having a panic attack

if only... ★‡

y/n(she/her) gets injured and Tony helps her, and y/n confesses her feelings for him but she's too young

princess treatment ★

tom!Peter Parker (mcu)

i'll always be here for you ★

y/n(she/her) has a panic attack because she was attacked by a villan, but spider-man saved her and brought her home and after spider man left, peter arrived like 2 minutes later and comforted her

cute ★

Peter tries to ask y/n(she/her) out but he gets all flustered and shy and stumbles in words a lot but she thinks it's cute

i’ve never... kissed anyone before ★

both y/n(she/her) and Peter are really shy and awkward and they have their first kiss

Percy Jackson (percy jackson and the olympians) +check the other masterlist too

mornin ★

waking up in the morning, Percy is still half-asleep, his arm draped lazily over your waist

forehead kisses ★

Percy has a habit of giving you quick, gentle forehead kisses whenever he passes by you

i’m always going to protect you, no matter what ★

during a quest, Percy instinctively steps in front of you when danger arises, his protective nature shining through

i… i hate thunderstorms ★

y/n(she/her) is afraid of thunderstorms. Percy holds her close, whispering that he’ll keep her safe no matter what

even heroes need someone to stand up for them ★

y/n(she/her) gets protective when another camper tries to pick a fight with Percy, stepping in to defend him, much to his amusement

Timotheé Chalamet +check the other masterlist too

cut ★

y/n(she/her) and Timothée work on a movie together and they have to film a kiss scene

let them know ★

y/n(she/her) and Timothée's seceret relationship is outed by a paparazzo

under the weather ★

Timmy takes care of y/n(she/her) on her period

sleep well ★

y/n(she/her) takes care of Timmy after a long day

book nook ★

Timothée created a cozy reading nook just for you. Filled with fairy lights, plush cushions, and your favorite books, he surprised you with it one evening, encouraging you to pick a book while he read aloud, making the evening warm and intimate

please… don’t give up on us †‡

Timothée watched as everything he once cherished slowly crumbled around him. He saw the hurt in your eyes and knew he was the cause, but the more he tried to mend the pieces, the more it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers

Finn Wolfhard

i’m lucky to have you ★

y/n(she/her) is on the chubby side and Finn loves that about her and he wants to touch her and hold her and if at any point she is embarrassed or feels insecure about what she looks like he always reassures her and shows her how much he loves her

Tom Holland

just… a habit †★

Tom finds out that y/n(she/her) s.h. during a interview

you’re my favorite person, after all ★

you’re sitting in your favorite coffee shop, absorbed in a book, when Tom sneaks up behind you and places a cup of your favorite coffee on the table

lights, camera, love ★

y/n(she/her) and Tom go to a red carpet event together for the first time

i’ve got you ★

Tom taking care of y/n(she/her) whilst she's sick

why so shy? ★

y/n(she/her) gets shy and flustered around Tom, and he absolutely loves it

Walker Scobell +check the other masterlist too

you’re such a goof ★

y/n(she/her) and Walker share a cute momet in the park

pet names ★

Walker can't stop giving y/n(she/her) different pet names

breathe ★

Walker helps y/n(she/her) through an anxiety/panic attack

oblivious ★

y/n(she/her) has a huge crush on Walker and gives his very obvious hints but he is very oblivious

off-camera ★

y/n(she/her) and Walker have their first kiss (off camera)

i just… i like it ★

y/n(she/her) can't help but play with Walker's hair

i love you, you know that? ★

Walker loves kissing you in between takes

i’m fine ★†‡

y/n(she/her) is crying on the beach at night and Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior and Charlie find and comfort her

you’re the best hugger i’ve ever met ★

y/n(she/her) finally meets Walker and he is, in fact, the best hugger ever

[wilsonlanez]

Peter Parker's Day Off Pt. 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter Parker needs a day off. Faking illness and avoiding getting caught, who better to do it with than his best friend and girlfriend?

Wc: 5.3k

Cw: Popular!asshole!peter, he's literally ferris so he's a lowkey terrible friend. also the reader is described as female, but absolutely no other defining characteristics. no use of (y/n). Gwen is also like peter's sister as she's who i chose for Jeanie, but not actually his sister, idk it's not really expanded upon.

a/n: boom. finally. yup. except it's literally just the plot of Ferris Bueller, but the original cut plot. Also it can be any peter, but i just love me some tasm. Also, ignore that Osborn comes before Parker in the alphabet, its for the plot. i already have some of the other parts written, so stay tuned! ok i love u bye.

“Where’s my wallet!?”

“You idiot!”

“Shut up!”

“Who pissed on the toilet seat!? MOTHER!!--”

“...Peter?”

Thundering footsteps echo up the hall, and the sound of a door slamming open registers in Peter’s ears.

“What’s the matter?” Uncle Ben breathlessly pushes out.

“It’s Peter!” Aunt May exclaims, worry evident on her brazen features. Uncle Ben continues to stare at her while catching his breath, not throwing a single glance at Peter, before passing back a quick “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? For Christ’s sake, Ben! Look at him!”

That’s when he finally takes a close look at the young boy’s unmoving form on his bed, May leaning in too. Laying on his side, he stares lifelessly out right past Ben and May with his mouth open, eyes bugged out of his head. 

May and Ben continue to stand at his bedside. They are quite handsome, middle class parents, standing dressed proudly for work, now adorned with grave expressions.

“Peter?” Ben tries. 

Aunt May shakes her head. “He doesn’t have a fever. But he says his stomach hurts and he’s seeing spots.”

All Peter responds with is a lifeless blink. 

Ben reaches down to tentatively put a hand on Peters’ head. “What’s the matter, Peter?” 

Peter smacks his lips, before slowly lifting his head, letting out a feeble “Papa?” and looking around, everywhere but at Ben.

May quickly interjects, telling Ben to feel Peter’s hands, stating they were cold and clammy. Peter takes a hand out from under his pillow for his uncle to feel, his uncle grasping onto it before letting out a quiet exclamation of disgust while yanking his hand back. A beat of silence passes. 

“I’m fine… I get up.” Peter pushes out, quickly sitting up from the bed before a quick “NO!” from his aunt and uncle, as well as their hands on his chest, stop him in his tracks and he falls gracefully back down onto his pillow. 

Peter pretends to resist their hands once more, pushing himself up over and over as they resiliently push him back down every time as he talks breathlessly.

“I have a test today. I have to take it. I-I want to go to a good college so I can have a fruitful life.” 

“Honey, you are not going to school like this now!” and before May can speak any further, the beat of an angry foot tapping repetitively begins to fill the thickness of Peters’ room, a voice swiftly interjecting. 

“Oh fine. What’s this? What’s his problem?” 

There stands Gwen, having walked into his room just seconds prior, watching the scene unfold. She’s got her perfectly manicured nails gripping onto her waist, one leg stuck out and tapping. She’s already dressed and ready for school, cute as always, with a headband sitting perfectly on her blonde locks. She’s cute and stuck up, a major pill.

May slowly spins around, a stern look on her face.

“He doesn’t feel well.”

“Yeah, right. Dry that one out and you can fertilize the lawn.” Gwen snaps, her head tilting, a sour look adorning her features.

Just then, Peter smacks his lips once more, calling out “Gwen? Gwen, is that you? Gwen? I can’t see that far!” while once again looking everywhere but at who he was calling for. Gwen can only look at him, a mixture of incredulous and angry. Peter’s eyes finally land on the girl, a smile starting to creep up on his face. 

“Gwen! Gwen, I-��� big heaving breaths start to leave his mouth in quick puffs, before his eyes roll back and he dramatically flops backwards back onto his pillow. 

A sarcastic smile creeps up on her face, ‘Bite the big one, Junior’ escaping her lips as she pretends to wipe her mouth, her middle finger sticking straight up.

“Thank you, Gwen. You get to school.” May begins, unaware of the exaggerated wink and grin Peter has just sent to Gwen from behind her back. 

“Wh- You’re letting him stay home?! I can’t believe thi- If I was bleeding out my eyes you guys’d make me go to school, this is so unfair.” 

Peter lifts his head slightly. “Gwennie, please don’t be upset with me. You have your health, be thankful.” He quickly spares a glance at May and Ben, and once sure they weren’t looking at him, he lets out a smile resembling a cringe, all teeth, before holding a finger to his lips to mimic a ‘Shh’. 

He puts his head back down with a groan, causing his aunt and uncle to finally turn their attention back to him, cooing at him in pity. 

Gwen glares at Peter, her eyes mascara and vengeance. She quickly storms out, not before a stern “That’s it, I want out of this family.” was thrown at the three of them. 

May sighs once more as Peter begins to speak again. 

“I’m okay. I’ll just sleep. M-maybe I’ll have an aspirin around noon.”

“Now listen-” May begins softly. “I’m only working at the hospital for a few hours today. The receptionist'll know where I am if you need me, okay?”

“I’ll check on you too, pal.”

Peter smiles up at them, before darting his eyes back and forth bashfully.

“It’s nice to know I have such a loving, caring family. You're both very special people.”

Peter gives a pathetic flutter of his eyelashes, a kiss promptly being placed on his forehead and he feels a strong hand on his shoulder, giving a squeeze. 

“Now, you get better, pumpkin.” A finger taps his nose thrice.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” He nasally shoots back, another all teeth cringe hitting his face, before following up with a few snaps of his teeth together. 

“And Peter, if you need anything-” Ben throws up a phone motion with his hands, Peter mimicking the motion, with a quiet “ringy dingy” escaping his ludicrous smile.

May and Ben leave the room with a single last glance and ‘I love you’ thrown at Peter, his response being an even flow of ‘mimimimimimi’.

With his bedroom door now firmly closed, Peter lays back with his eyes closed for a few seconds, before slowly starting to sit up, eyes glued to the door. He sits there, gaze unwavering, before hearing the front door slam shut, and his head snaps forward.

“They bought it.”

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Incredible. One of the worst performances in Peter’s career and they never doubted it for a second. Peter yanks open his blinds and takes a deep inhale as he basks in the fresh sunshine coming through his window. 

How could he be expected to stay home on a day like this?

This was Peter’s ninth sick day this semester, it’s getting pretty tough for him to come up with new illnesses. If he goes for ten, he’s gonna have to barf up a lung, so he’d better make this one count. 

Peter’s plan, in his mind, was simple. No doubt it was very well thought out and articulated, but still fairly straightforward. Parents always fall for the clammy hands. It’s non specific, physical evidence of an illness. Parents, especially Aunt May being a nurse, are pretty hip to the fever scams. To make them work you gotta get the temperature up to what, 101, 102? You got a nervous mother and you end up in the doctor’s office and that’s worse than school.

Peter walks from his room, deciding to quickly take a shower. He says to himself ‘quickly’ but with his new shampoo mohawk, the dulcet sounds of ‘twist and shout’, and a perfectly good hairbrush microphone calling his name, he can’t help but get distracted.

After his performance, Peter gets to thinking about the test he has today, that part he didn’t lie about. It’s on european socialism, but what’s the point? He doesn’t plan on being European, and who gives a shit if they’re socialists? Not that he condones facism, or any ‘isms’ for that matter. In Peter’s humble opinion, ‘isms’ are not good. A person shouldn’t believe in an ‘ism’. They should believe in themself. 

A smile creeps to Peter’s face with that last thought, picturing that quote on a poster with a cat hanging onto a tree, with the phrase ‘hang in there!’ coined in big letters. 

Peter quickly runs back to his room and throws on some clothes, realizing how long he’s been taking, and makes his way out to the kitchen. 

He thinks about his plans for the day as he searches for breakfast. You have to plan things out before you take the day off. Otherwise, you get all nervous worrying about what to do and all you get is grief, but the whole point was to cut loose and enjoy. Then it's like-

He surveys his fridge, finding nothing in it before deciding to cross to the pantry.

-you blow your day and at about three o’clock, when everybody’s out of school, you’re going to wish you’d gone to school so you could be out having fun. Avoid the misery. Plan your day. Do it right. 

Peter steps out of his pantry with a handful of oreos.

He skillfully throws himself into Uncle Ben’s armchair, cranking the lever and reclining, letting out a sigh at the comfort. There’s a lot of pressure at work with guys in his age group, and it’s not always recognized. Even just Peter himself, the weight of Spiderman on his shoulders, unable to be recognized for his hard work. He thinks about the chair he’s sitting in, thinking of some guy whose hair is falling out and his stomach is hanging over his belt, he looks at someone like Peter and thinks “This kid’s young and strong and has a full, rich future ahead of him, what’s he got to bitch about?” 

Peter reaches over and picks up the phone on the table sitting next to him. He quickly punches out a phone number.

The line rings, and Peter’s shoving a few oreos in his mouth all at once. 

That’s just one reason why he needs a day off every now and then.

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A teacher’s voice drones on at the front of the class, calling out name after name as students boredly raise their hands or let out harsh ‘here!’s, wishing they were anywhere else.

“Olsen?”

“Here.”

“O’Malley?’

Silence.

“O’Malley?”

“HERE.”

The teacher barely affords an eye roll at the harshness before moving on.

“Ortiz?”

A hand raise in return that he happened to catch.

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

“Parker?”

A girl’s voice quickly interjects before he could drone on the name Parker any longer.

“Uhm, he’s sick. My best friend’s, sister’s, boyfriend’s, brother’s, girlfriend, heard from this guy, who knows this kid, who’s going with a girl, who saw Peter pass out at Delmar’s last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.”

The teacher gave her a weary look. 

“Thank you, Simone.”

“No problem whatsoever.”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

“Osborn?”

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A hand is snaking out from under the covers before the phone even begins to ring. Just as the first shrill sound hits his ears, he gives a firm push to the speakerphone button. 

“Hello?”

“Harry, babe, what’s happening?” Peter’s chipper voice is ringing out through a dark, dreary room. The shades are drawn, floor littered in used tissues, the nightstand a still-life of over the counter remedies. 

Harry, Peter’s long time best friend, is laying on his back, covers pulled up to his chin. He is but a silhouette, with the faint outline of a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

“Very little.” is his response.

“Well how do you feel?” Peter prods impatiently.

“Shredded.”

Peter ignores his answer. “Is your father in the room?”

“He’s in Decatur. Unfortunately, he’s not staying. Where are you?”

Oreos threaten to rip Peter’s smile, as he quickly chews the second big handful he had shoved in his mouth. 

“I’m taking the day off. Now get dressed and come on over.”

“I can’t, stupid, I’m sick.” Harry retorts.

“Yeah, well that’s all in your head, come on over.”

Harry is insistent, his words coming out firm but waver slightly with his pained state. “I feel like complete shit, Peter, I can’t go anywhere.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear that-” a scoff leaves his lips “Now, come on over here and pick me UP. Sheesh.”

The void sounds of the dial tone fill Harry’s ears, Peter not even giving him a second more to protest before having ended the call. He snakes a hand back out and turns off the speaker, letting out a mumble of ‘I’m dying’ while staring holes into his ceiling.

He barely has a second more to mull before the shrill sound of his phone ringing hits his ears once again. 

Harry places the call on speaker and doesn’t make a move to say anything, but Peter fills the silence before he even has the thought to. 

“You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.”

Harry gives the phone a glare as if it were Peter himself on the desk, and this time he presses the hang up button.

Peter puts down the receiver.

If anybody needs a day off, it’s Harry. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates, he can’t be wound up this tight and go to college, his roommate would kill him. Harry is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you’d have a diamond. 

With Peter now off his line (and his ass), Harry lays back and enjoys the silence. The silence was quickly cut short, however, as Harry began to quietly sing to himself. 

“When Harry was in Egypt’s land… Let my Harry go…”

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“May Parker.”

“This is Curt Connors, Dean of students.”

A hand comes up to smack against her forehead, a shocked look taking over May’s face. 

“Oh my god, oh, I am so sorry, I- I just completely forgot to call!”

Connors’ biting voice continues through the receiver. “Then you are aware that your son is not in school today?”

“Yes, I am. Peter is home sick. Now, I had a lot of patients first thing this morning, and I know I should have called but– It just completely slipped my mind. I really am very sorry.”

“Are you also aware, Mrs. Parker, that Peter does not have what we consider to be an exemplary attendance record?”

“Well I-I don't understand-” May is swiftly cut off by Principal Connors. “He has missed an unacceptable number of school days. In the opinion of this educator, Peter is not taking his academic growth seriously. Now, I’ve spent my morning examining his records. If Peter thinks he can just coast through his last month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken.”

“Well this is all news to me!” May’s voice finally breaks back out. 

The monitor sat on Connor’s desk currently displays Peter’s records, a big number 9 sitting next to his absentee score. 

“So far this semester alone, Peter has been absent nine times, including today.”

“Nine times!? I don’t remember him being sick nine times!” May's shrill voice cuts through the receiver. 

Curt turns to his monitor. Faster than he could blink, the number has changed from a 9, to a 2.

His face contorted to one of shock. He quickly begins shouting for his assistant, Grace, who is busy huffing white out at her desk in her own little world. 

“Now listen, Mr. Connors. I can assure you that Peter is at home, and he is very sick. In fact, I debated whether or not I should even leave him this morning. Now I can appreciate how this time of year children are prone to taking the day off. However. In Peter’s case I can assure you he’s truly a very sick boy!”

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Gwen traverses down the hall, her purse held tightly against her side as she makes her way to her next class. She hears quick footsteps coming from behind her, and she slows her pace when she hears her name being called.

“Hey! Gwen! I’m really sorry about Peter.”

She lets out a scoff. “What are you sorry for? I have to live with the trouser snake.”

“No, I mean I heard he’s really sick.”

“Wha- Who said he’s sick?”

“A whole bunch of people. They said he’s like on the verge of death.”

Gwen abruptly stops walking to stare at the girl incredulously. Her friend quickly realizes that Gwen has stopped, and turns to face her. 

“Yeah. This guy in my biology class said that if Peter dies, he’s giving his eyes to Stevie Wonder. What a sweetie! Anyways, gotta go. See you later, Gwen!”

Gwen can only stand and stare after her, not believing what she just heard. The warning bell quickly lets off, alerting students of the time, but Gwen makes no move to begin walking. 

“Hey Gwe-”

“Shut up.”

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Curt sits hunched over his computer, comparing what the absentee count is on there versus on his printed copy. Grace looms ominously over his shoulder, but he takes no notice.

“Y’know, I don’t trust this kid any farther than I can throw him.”

“With your bad knee, you better not throw anybody, Curt.” Principal Connors’ can only stare at her for a long moment, before turning back to his screen.

“What’s so dangerous about a character like Peter Parker is that he gives the good kids bad ideas. The last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Peter Parker disciples running around these halls.”

Grace ponders for a moment with a tilt of her head before pointing up with her finger. “Y’know, he’s very popular, Curt. Sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, pinheads, dweebies, wonkers, richies, they all adore him.”

“That’s exactly why I have to catch him this time. To show these kids that the example he sets is a first class ticket to nowhere.”

Grace ooo’s and wiggles around before gushing “You sounded like Dirty Harry just now!”

Connors’ looks up with a proud smile, asking a short ‘really?’ before unconsciously doing the Clint Eastwood squint. 

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Peter sits at his desk, telephone receiver in one hand up to his ear, his computer mouse in the other, tracing out a drawing in MS paint. A Modigliani nude, of all things. 

“Harry, if you’re not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend. I’m serious, man. This is bullshit, making me wait around the house for you.”

Peter can’t see him, but he knows Harry is back in bed. 

“I’m sick, I feel like shit. Why can’t you leave me alone?” Harry whines out. 

“You’re not up for some good times? It’s a beautiful day, it’s almost summer. If this was Hawaii, we’d be surfing.” Peter is slowly growing weary of Harry’s wimpiness, continuing with harsh words. “You want to stay home and try to have the shits? Try to barf? Try to feel worse?”

“I don’t have to try.”

“C’mon, Harry. Be a man! Take some Pepto and get dressed. You’re boring me with all of this stuff and-” He’s quickly cut off by the other phone line ringing out. 

“Squeeze your buns for a sec, man. I got another call.”

He puts Harry on hold, clears his throat, and answers the second line. He made sure to sound like he was on his last breath. 

“H--hell -o?” 

“Peter? You sound miserable.” Uncle Ben’s voice fills Peter’s ear. 

“Really? Darn. I thought I was improving.”

“Well. Oh, sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Nah, I was trying to do some homework.” Peter tucks the receiver against his ear as he leans closer to focus on his crude drawing. “I’m super worried about falling behind. Hey, can you hold on a sec?”

“Sure, bud. You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little phlegm on the phone. Hold on.”

He swiftly puts his father on hold and switches the line back to the one Harry waits for him on. 

“Harry? It’s Uncle Ben. It’s completely cool, he just wanted to check up on me. Now, listen to me, Harry. I’m working on getting some heavy bucks out of him. So, the least you can do is hurry up and get over here. Bye.”

He disconnects with Harry without further conversation, and switches back to the other line. 

“Sorry Uncle Ben. The moment before you called, I had a chest spasm and I blew fluid all over the place.” Peter cringed for a quick moment at his word choice before continuing on. “It was making me ill looking at it. But gee, it's sure great of you to call. I’m sure there are a lot of fathers who wouldn’t take time out from their busy schedules to call a dumb, sick teenager.”

“Hey, pal, what was I supposed to do?”

Peter reaches out to hit a key on his computer. The screen dumps the drawing and a message starts to flash. ‘Transmitting data…’

“Give yourself some credit, Uncle Ben. It was a mammoth gesture. It’s like those savings bonds you used to give me every christmas. It was that kind of concern.” Peter quickly sits back in his seat, feet placed on the desk. “You had to work hard to buy those things, right? You work so hard I’ll bet you don't even remember where those bonds are, right?”

Peter looks over as his computer pings. His lewd drawing appears on a billboard right outside, pedestrians stop to look. After a beat, Peter points in the air as if to cue Ben.

“Wrong.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just pulling my leg, trying to cheer me up.”

“Like hell I am. They’re in a shoebox in my closet!” Ben states proudly. Peter smiles and pumps his fist. 

“Uncle Ben? All this talking has made me kind of light headed. I think I’d better lie down.” 

“Alright, pal. I’ll call you after lunch. Bye now.”

Before Peter could protest about a second phone call, the dial tone was sounding in his ear. Peter sighs before standing up, heading to his father’s closet. He’s so disappointed in Harry right now. He would bet $20 that he’s sitting in his car debating on whether or not he should go out. 

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Harry sits in his car, head resting directly on the wheel. 

“We’re gonna get caught. No doubt about it.” He cuts the engine, yanking his keys out of the ignition. 

“I’m not doing it.”

A beat passes.

“He’ll keep calling until I come over.” He says with a sigh, restarting the engine. 

Another beat passes.

“Actually what’ll happen is I’ll get caught. Peter’ll escape.” Harry cuts the engine once more and rips open his door, jumping out, before slamming it closed. He determinedly walks back inside, ready to lay back down and rest. 

A few moments pass and Harry comes stomping back out, letting out a guttural yell of defeat, with a chuck of his car keys to the ground.

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A stunningly beautiful girl is sitting at her desk in a droning history class, longingly staring out the window at the cloudless, sunny sky as the tweedy male teacher delivers his utterly dry and dusty lecture.

You are abruptly taken out of your thoughts of the beautiful weather as the classroom door bangs open, and the school nurse walks in. She crosses the room to your teacher and whispers in his ear, a solemn look on her face. The teacher's face, in turn, drops as he’s delivered an obvious piece of disturbing news. He nods grimly, before the nurse turns to face the students.

She calls out your name, and you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. The nurse emanates the perfect picture of compassion and pity. 

“Hey, hon. Can I see you outside for a moment? There’s been an emergency.”

A small smile curls at your lips which you quickly wipe off of your face, and begin to pack up your books. While gathering your books, you glance at the girl next to you, who’s still staring at you. 

“Dead Grandmother.” You whisper, unable to stop the uptilt of your lips from creeping back as you speak.

Out in the hall, the nurse gently holds your hand as she puts a comforting arm around your shoulder and you pretend to cry as she 'breaks the news'. 

“Dead Grandmother.”

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“Dead Grandmother?” Connors asks suspiciously. 

He is currently sitting at his desk, Grace standing ominously once again, this time across from him. 

“That’s what her father said. I had Florence notify her.” Grace said with a pitying shake of her head.

“Who’s this girl going out with?”

“It’s so hard to tell. I see her with Peter Parker a lot.”

“Could you get me her fathers daytime number?” An evil smile takes over Curt’s features. His suspicions are confirmed. Grace begins to walk out, but the sound of Principal Connors’ phone ringing stopped her in her tracks, turning to pick up the call.

“Curt Connors office. Yes. Can you hold? Thank you.” She places the call on hold before slowly turning to meet Connors expecting gaze. “It’s her father.”

He immediately startles, and he stares incredulously at Grace, reaching for the receiver as she opens her mouth to speak again. “Do you still want his daytime number?”

He answers her with an annoyed look. She smiles brightly before backing away, Connors punching the hold button. 

“Curt Connors.”

“Curt? Yes, hello, we’ve had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.”

Curt rolls his eyes at this, Her father so obviously not on the other line. He lets out a quiet guffaw before speaking again. 

“I heard. And, gosh, I’m all broken up. Huh? Oh, sure. I’d be happy to release your daughter from class. You produce a corpse, and she’ll make her way right out the door. I want to see this dead grandmother firsthand.” Grace stops cold in the doorway, turning to Curt in horror. He covers the bottom of the receiver before speaking to her. “It’s Peter Parker, nervy little punk. I’m gonna set a trap and let him walk right into it!”

Uncovering the box, he continues. “That’s right. Cart the stiff in and I’ll turn over your daughter. Sorry, school policy. Was this your mother?”

The other line ringing pulls Grace out of her stupor, leaving the office to go pick up the other line from her desk. 

“Curt Connors office.” 

Her jaw drops. 

“H-hold please.” 

She slams down the receiver, hurrying back into his office. Connors had not even begun to let up his smug persona on the call, harsh words emanating through the office, further spiking Grace’s anxiety. 

“I'll tell you what, you don’t like my policies, you can just come on down and smooch my big ol' ugly ass, how about that?” He’s smirking, Grace’s arms flailing furiously in the doorway, leaving him unfazed. He gives her an annoyed glance and tries to wave her away, but she stomps her foot and harshly whispers to him. He covers the phone, barking out a ‘what!?’

“Peter Parker’s on line two.”

The pencil falls in slow motion from his fingers, horror overtaking him completely as he glances at the phone. The second line light is flashing menacingly at him.

He gives one single blink, a twitch, and then he’s pressing on line two. 

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Peter’s smoothing his shirt out as he speaks, using the same sickly voice he used on his father. “Mr. Connors? I’m sorry to disturb you at work, but I was wondering if it would be possible for Gwen to bring home any assignments from my classes I may need? Thank you, sir.”

The line clicks. From the kitchen, another faux deep voice begins to speak up. 

“You oughta be sorry, for Christ’s sake! A family member dies and you insult me. What’s the matter with you, anyways?” Peter can hear the faint sound of Principal Connors' voice apologizing profusely on the other end of the line. “Well pardon my french, but you’re an asshole!” Harry’s voice grows louder with each word, growing taught from the exertion of dropping his voice three octaves.

“This isn’t over yet, Buster! You just make sure that my daughter’s out in front of the school in ten minutes, you hear me?” Curt’s response of ‘loud and clear’ is feeble. “Call me sir, god dammit!”

Peter then strolls into the kitchen to catch the last part of the phone conversation more clearly. Harry covers the phone. 

“I'm scared shitless, Peter! What if he can guess my voice?!” Harry’s eyes are wide. 

“Impossible. You’re doing great.”

Harry lets out an unconvinced noise, going back to the call. “I don’t have all day to bark at you, so I’ll make this short and sweet.” Peter sends him an enthusiastic thumbs up, Harry smiling proudly in return. “I want my daughter out in front of the school in ten minutes. By herself, I don’t want anyone around.”

A resounding smack rings out in the kitchen. Harry jumps away and gives Peter a hurt and questioning look, like a dog being reprimanded for wagging his tail, unable to understand what we did wrong.

“Out in front by herself!? That’s too suspicious! He’ll think something’s up, moron! Fix it!”

Harry panics, shoving the phone out towards Peter. “You do it!” Harry exclaims. Peter angrily waves his arms in front of him. “Talk!” and Harry is clearing his throat.

“I changed my mind, fella. You be out front with her! I wanna have a few words with you!”

The slap that emanates through the kitchen most certainly escapes out the door and echoes throughout the entire neighborhood. The phone clatters to the ground out of Harry’s hand, skidding to a halt near the fridge. 

They both scramble to pick it up, Harry’s voice frantically calling out to Connors the second he hastily pulls the receiver back up to his ear, the cord ending up wrapped around his neck. 

“On second thought, I don’t have time to talk to you. We’ll get together soon and have lun-” the sound of a dial tone fills Harry’s ear, turning to see Peter’s finger on the switch hook, steam practically coming from his ears. 

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“Why’d you hit me.”

“Where’s your brain!?”

“I asked you first.”

“How are we supposed to go pick her up if Connors’ is gonna be there with her!?” Peter exclaims, his arms waving around furiously. 

“I said for her to be there alone, and you freaked!”

“My god you are so stupid. I didn’t hit you, I lightly slapped you.”

Harry gives him a blank stare. “You hit me. Look, don't ask me to participate in your shit if you don't like the way I do it!” Peter gives an incredulous look at his stupidity, Harry’s anger exemplifying with his embarrassment. “I was home, sick. You get me out of bed, bring me over here, make me jeopardize my future, make me make a phoney phone call to the dean of students, a man who could squeeze my nuts into oblivion, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.”

“I didn’t deliberately hurt your feelings.” Peter shoots back. 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, really.”

Harry glares at Peter. “Hey Peter? Have a nice life.” He turns on his heel and sassily saunters out of the kitchen, causing Peter to let out a defeated sigh. 

“Harry?” “Stick it up your ass, Peter.” “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jam you. It was uncalled for.” 

Harry stops in his tracks, and peeks over his shoulder at Peter. “You mean that?” 

“Dead serious.”

Harry turns around fully and smiles, accepting Peter’s lackluster apology. 

“You did kinda screw up though, right?” Peter begins, causing Harry’s eyes to narrow and lets out a suspicious ‘why?’ 

“Well, to fix this situation, I’m gonna have to ask you for a small favor…”

Harry’s jaw twitches. 

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a/n: OKAY! that's the first part, i hope u like :p part 2 coming out in a day or two, stay tuned!

[uhhhj13iguess]

vague rant about your friendly neighborhood spider-man while i’m rewatching it for the nth time

peter parker who doesn’t yet know his own strength, stunned in silence whenever he unintentionally knocks someone out within the first few strikes.

peter parker who hasn’t yet figured out how to balance school, the oscorp internship, nico and lonnie, and spider-man. who starts to doubt himself at every turn, questioning his allies and himself.

peter parker who genuinely doesn’t know what to do when norman osborne discovers he spider-man. hearing him in his headset for the first time and not knowing whether to be thankful for the help or weary of the thousands of implications this holds.

peter parker who accepts his help anyway, desperate for a father figure in his life again after uncle ben.

i just really love this version of peter parker and his character is so complex and genuine and i don’t think he gets the attention he deserves

[yasministration]

My favourite fics from other authors!!

── HARRY POTTER ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────

Reunited - Sirius Black, by @fandomlit Good boy, Pads // pt. 2 - Marauders, by @unconventional-lawnchair Moony's back! - Remus Lupin, by @eufezco Secret kisses - Remus Lupin, by @srslyblvck Stop, you're losing me - potter!reader, by @amnmesias Whimsical!reader - Sirius Black, by @moonstruckme 1000 secret kisses - Regulus Black, by @agreeeeeeeeeee interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut New people - James Potter by @ddejavvu A date? - James Potter by @iamgonnagetyouback Hopelessly in love - James Potter by @marauroon Worrying - George Weasley, by @wifelivvyx Unapologetically in love - James Potter, by @marauroon

── CRIMINAL MINDS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand Don't think I don't like you - Spencer Reid by @luveline Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline The fear of falling apart - Spencer Reid by @pathologicalreid Lipstick trail - Aaron Hotchner by @ddejavvu Smells like roses - Aaron Hotchner, by @hotchflies Silver Springs - Spencer Reid, by @ama0310 Tell your baby that I'm your baby - Aaron Hotchner, by @em-prentiss Spencer Reid smut drabble - by @palmerzy Down the neck - Spencer Reid, by @crsssie Sex on the beach - Spencer Reid, by @g1rld1ary

── MCU ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

── STRANGER THINGS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc) Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair The fair - Eddie Munson by @lovebugism Eyes don't lie - Steve Harrington, by @andvys

── CELEBS ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────────

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

[itgirlrecommendations]

i love it when normal books are in first person but if fanfics are in first person it’s weird like it’s abt me not you

[pankowcrumbs]

Harry Holland request. Reader donating blood but while doing that they start getting light headed and is near to passing out while Harry is trying his hardest to keep them awake and is just SHOOK. Pls. And Tom catches reader before she faints?

🩵 Thanks for requesting

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I really thought I’d be fine.

People donate blood all the time. It’s a good thing to do, it helps people, and honestly, I’d been meaning to do it for ages. So when Harry mentioned he was going and asked if I wanted to come along, I said yes without thinking twice. I should’ve thought twice.

Now, lying back in the reclining chair, I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train made of dizziness and nausea. My vision is going all fuzzy at the edges, and my hands feel like someone replaced my blood with ice water.

“You alright, love?” Harry’s voice cuts through the static in my ears. He’s kneeling beside me, worry etched deep across his face.

“Mhm,” I mumble, blinking rapidly. “Just... a bit light-headed.”

“You’re white as a sheet.” He reaches up, brushing the hair off my damp forehead, his touch gentle. “You’re scaring the hell out of me.”

I try to smile, to say something witty like “Oh good, I was going for ghost chic,” but my lips won’t cooperate. My head lolls slightly to the side.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice sharpens. “Hey...hey, stay with me, alright?”

Everything is spinning now, the room tipping like a boat in a storm. I feel cold, then hot, then cold again.

“I...Harry, I don’t feel…” My sentence trails off. I can’t finish it.

That’s when I feel someone’s arms around me, strong and steady.

“I’ve got her!” another voice says Tom. “She’s fainting.”

I don’t even remember seeing him arrive. I think I mumble something like “Sorry,” but it comes out slurred.

“Hey, no, no Y/N, come on,” Harry pleads. He’s crouched beside Tom now, his hand still on mine. “Look at me. Just keep looking at me, yeah?”

I force my eyes open. His face swims into view soft curls falling into his eyes, panic in every line of his expression.

“You’re alright,” he says, like saying it will make it true. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so dramatic,” I whisper weakly, trying to laugh.

Harry actually lets out a breathy chuckle, even as his eyes shine with worry. “You really are. But you’re my kind of dramatic.”

Tom eases me gently into a lying position, propping my legs up with a cushion the nurse brings over.

“You just gave a bit too much of your superhero blood,” he teases lightly, trying to lift the tension. “Next time, juice first.”

Eventually, the room steadies. My heart slows. Harry hasn’t moved from my side.

“Still with us?” he murmurs.

“Barely,” I say, voice hoarse.

He grins, brushing a kiss to the back of my hand. “That’s all I need.”

[lilacprincess7]

Req guide

Heyy, this is a general guide for this blog. I have yet to make masterlists but that will happen during summer since I'll have more free time.

who I will be witing for:

Fc Barcelona players, both current and past ones

Harry Potter characters

Percy Jackson characters (that I know of)

Marvel characters (that I know of)

Jack Brewer (potentially, if I rewatch the show almost definetely)

F1 drivers

Timothee Chalamet

Tom Holland

Star Wars

H2O, Just add water

Twilight

TMNT 2012

MacGyver (last version)

The Legend Of Korra

Beyblade (Metal series)

BBC Sherlock Holmes

TMNT 2012

All the above can either be one-shots, headcannons, reactions etc. I'm not likely to make series but we will see... They can be x reader, x oc, x literally your name if you want, or it can be nothing of the above like my first fic in which case make it as descriptive as possible (it also would be helpfull if you didn't req those as anon bcs I might have follow up questions to make it as to your liking as possible!)

I won't be writting:

triggering themes graphically, there might be some fics with mentions of sa's or sh but there will be no description, a fic that does have mentions will have warning

People I don't know basic info about, if you make for example a req about a football player I don't know well it might be made but the characters involved could be too ooc!

Thoughts on fics and comments on my work are always wanted!! I'm not new to the world of fanfiction but I'm new to the world of writing so constructive critisism is helpfull!

[ursemma]

Fandoms I write for:

Requests are open!!

Gossip girl

Nate Archibald , and Chuck bass.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, Weasley twins, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo berkshire, Theodore nott , James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin

Maxton hall

James Beaufort

Spiderman

Peter Parker

Any Celebrity!

And lastly

Formula 1

Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Saiz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Lewis Hamilton

Things i won't write for

Daddy/mommy kink

Foot fetish

Degradation kink

Vomit/period/piss/spit kink

Age gap more than 4 yrs

Trans reader or character

Rap€/ assault/ molestation

Knife play/gun play

[ulyanatarot]

Tomdaya's relationship tarot update

Hi there 🖐️

For a pretty long time I've been interested in these two. And as a tarot reader sometimes I check their states as individuals and their relationships with tarot cards.

It has been quite a long time (several years) my cards show that their relationship is unstable and that they are heading for a breakup. I also know that many tarologists on this platform and on other platforms have a similar opinion. However, as the years go by, these two are still together.

To be honest, it really amazes me. In more than 5 years of practice as a tarologist, they are my only case that "didn't work".

So let's check them out now👌

⚠️Everything written in this post is just my guesses and created for entertainment purposes only.

How are things going in their relationship now?

2 of pentacles

As before, I feel that this relationship is very thoughtful on both sides. This does not mean that there is no love here. This means that apart from feelings, they both understand that this relationship is a kind of business. They are not lovers, they are partners.

Their relationship gives vibes of a long-married couple, where there is no passion, but they do not annoy each other, everyone gets something of their own from these relationships and everything is so comfortable that parting will only add more trouble than peace. And we also understand that this pair is very profitable for Hollywood, film studios, and companies. Sorry not sorry🤷🏻‍♀️

What does Tom think about this relationship?

Knight of wands

Tom seems to be focused on himself right now. It feels like after a long break from filming, he got a second wind. As far as I know, he recently had a presentation of non-alcoholic beer of his own production, and soon he will present his own golf equipment. Perhaps he has some other personal projects now, he is ready and wants to invest in his personal brand. Since this implies a relationship, he is ready to invest here too. But I feel that Zendaya is still attractive and important to him emotionally.

What does Zendaya think about this relationship?

The Magician

I pulled out some extra cards. It surprises me, but she seems to be internally disappointed in this relationship. It's like she's been trying to figure out how she feels about Tom for a long time, and now she's tired of her feelings for him and this relationship. For her now, it's more of a successful business project than love. In my opinion, she is quite satisfied with this. As The Magician, she continues to build connections with Tom, his family and friends, with various companies and businessmen, she continues to "sell" these relationships to the world, for her there is a personal benefit in this. She does it for herself and that's all. It's a little unfair to herself, she seems ready to break up, but pulls this relationship further, however, she does not forget to take care of herself and earn not only money, but also authority.

What is the prospect of this relationship for the next 3 months?

Judgment

I pulled out some extra cards. All cards have strong energy. I assume that there may be some "serious" shifts in their relationship. Maybe Tom will propose to Zendaya (I know the fans have been waiting for this for a long time). Or vice versa, they will end the relationship. I cannot say that this is 100% true, I remind you that my readings of their couple are not usually "work". However, some important events for their couple will definitely happen! But what I see for sure is that in the next 3 months their couple will definitely be heard, there will be a lot of publications and articles.

Maybe they will celebrate the anniversary of the relationship soon, I do not know when they started dating. Maybe they will announce some kind of joint project. But this is clearly something serious and perhaps even karmic, something written into their destinies.

That's all folks ❤

Please like and comment if you're interested in more readings🙏

[davelizewskiwife]

hi guys, my main account is @regulusarcturusblog . I made this account just to write character soft fanfics/smut. feel free to send me ideas, I would love to write down your wishes !!!

[bunnyweasley23]

If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

[wilsonlanez]

POSTING TOMORROW

OKAY so this is the last time im making a lil post swearing that im gonna post a fic soon, because this time its actually happening. I have been writing all night, and it will be ready by tomorrow. m super duper uuper excited!!! tooootally unrelated but i hope u guys like ferris buellers day off ;)

[theaawalker]

His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter II. friends

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of workplace abuse, forced proximity Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I did as Harry... I mean... Mr. Osborn requested and documented every file on the list. I hadn't seen him since his departure at the board meeting yesterday. Nevertheless, I wanted to make sure I actually did my job. So I stopped by his office and dropped off said paperwork. Much to my annoyance, he wasn't in there. It was his second day as CEO of OsCorp and he hadn't even bothered to show up.

        This was gonna be a long day.

        I marched out of his office to the elevators and began to dial Menken. He was in charge whenever Norman was gone, which usually meant an occurrence of verbal harassment for me. I knew with Harry's absence I couldn't get any work done because I had no further orders. I considered following my usual orders, but those existed under Norman Osborn's authority. Now that his son was in charge, I had no sense of direction. Which was ironically proven when I then bumped into one of the elevator doors.

        I pushed the bottom button and put the phone to my ear. As I waited for the doors to open, I listened to my phone ring before going to voicemail. So I hung up and proceeded to dial again as the doors finally opened and I boarded. Once again it rang and there was no answer. I groaned, removing the phone from my ear. Then suddenly...

        "Hi again!" Said a voice from behind me, making me jump. I covered my mouth mid-scream and quickly spun around to see the source. Low and behold, it was Harry Osborn. "I'm sorry." We both apologized.

        "I didn't mean to scare you." He spoke first, extending his hand to me worrisomely.

        "No, no. It's fine." I gasped as I clutched my heart. "My fault. I didn't see you."

        He watched me catch my breath, his eyes a sparkly turquoise from the luminous rooms behind the elevator glass. "I'm... I'm Harry Osborn." He introduced himself, putting a hand on his chest. 

        "Yeah, I know who you are." I cleared my throat, my voice now professional. "I was in the board meeting."

        "That's right, you were the one I promoted." Harry beamed as he recalled the memory.

        I chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Like you were serious." I waved him off.

        "Actually, yes." He stated rather authentically. I stared at his face and sure enough it read seriousness. And here I was trying to get ahold of Menken because I thought he was still my superior. Harry must've seen the shock in my face because he began to smirk. I suppose he was amused by the impact of his own power.

        "What's your name again?" He asked, nodding to me.

        "Demetria. Demetria Jones." I lifted my head as I reintroduced myself.

        "Demetria..." My name flew out of his mouth with an unnecessary softness. Harry tilted his head and bit his lower lip, still smirking. I gulped as I stared at its pinkness under his teeth, not sure what else to do. "Tell me, Demetria." He continued. "What's a little lamb like you doing in a wolf den like OsCorp."

        I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by the question. But.. did he seriously just call me a 'little lamb'?

        "Uhhh, well, for one, I enjoy my work here. I was a huge fan of your father's. I can appreciate a business that's working to make the world a better place. And, uh, I good salary never hurt anyone." I joked, shrugging.

        Harry just stood there and listened, not uttering a word. And once I was done, he nodded. "So you were a fan of my father? Well, that makes one of us." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so I didn't say anything. For a moment, both of us were silent.

        Then Harry leaned off the wall and stepped towards me. We were now standing face-to-face a foot apart. He wasn't that much taller than me, perhaps an inch or two. However, height-wise our eyes actually aligned perfectly. That being said, I still felt his presence hovering over me. "Since I'm your boss now, we should keep in contact." He gestured to my phone.

        I could feel his warm breath on me as he spoke, and I wondered if he could feel mine. "Um, sure." I responded before punching in his number as he recited it to me. Once he was done, I hit save to make it official.

        "I look forward to working you, Demetria." Harry said, making my fingers freeze. I gazed away from my screen and looked at him. I wasn't sure if he had gotten closer, but it certainly felt like he did. He wore a blank expression with his mouth hanging slightly agape. His marble eyes stared into mine, and mine into his. Neither one of us said anything, which was strangely comforting. We stayed like that for what seemed like awhile.

        Suddenly, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, making us break eye contact. In an instant, what was once comfortable had now become awkward. We exchanged embarrassed glances as Harry slowly backed up and I gathered myself to leave. "Nice seeing you, Mr. Osborn." I gave an awkward smile and stepped out.

        "Call me Harry." He raised an eyebrow, smirking suggestively. "We're friends now, aren't we?" 

        Then, as if on cue, the doors closed, leaving me completely stunned and confused. I wasn't quite sure of what had just happened, but I didn't have time to process it because my phone started to ring. Without reading the ID, thoughtlessly I answered it. 

        "Hello? Who is this?" Menken huffed into the phone.

        "...Demetria Jones," I replied, my eyes glued to the elevator.

        "Oh." He groaned before pausing. "...Well, what do you want?"

        With a big smile and a bolt of realization, I told him exactly what I wanted. "Kiss my *ss!"

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working on something pretty coooool…

[aza-writes]

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