#Tiger I think I hit the jackpot ‘

[lazymonth]

Literally the only thing in my head while reading The amazing Mary Jane

[locketofyourhair]

So I love soulmates and I love Spideytorch recently, and I keep thinking about Johnny dying and coming back. There are already great fics for them but I’m me and I just want more.

I also think the nature of comics worlds means that soulmate marks would be mutable. There’s so many world shattering moments that will bring you together and destroy you, and you can’t control it. Like I’m absolutely positive that in a world like this, at some point Steve Rogers had “It wasn’t worth it” on his skin, and maybe he still does but maybe not.

So like there was definitely a time when “face it, Tiger. You hit the jackpot” was on Peter’s skin, but his life has had so many ups and downs and that’s not where or who he is anymore. Maybe now it’s “they—we all love you.”

Add in that just because someone is your soulmate doesn’t mean you’re theirs and I’m just like 😭😭😭

Will I write this? Who knows, but I’m in this place in my head so I wished to share.

[thegirlwhowrites642]

What’s your favorite of the Harry Potter books and why?

Order of the Phoenix.

While I'm aware it's not the best-written one (that's HBP), it's my favourite.

I agree with King when he says that Umbridge is a really great villain. She is more than Voldemort. She is a properly evil person but all her evil acts are somehow very hidden. Or she plays with the blurred lines like her position of power allows her to, or she openly does wrong things yet they are difficult to prove. This is what makes her a great villain, she is very realistic. It's easier to meet someone like Umbridge who technically doesn't do anything wrong yet is clearly evil, than someone like Voldemort, and that makes her way more scary.

Contrary to the general opinion I love angst-filled Harry. If anything he is not nearly as angsty as he should be if you ask me.

I love Ron and Hermione's relationship in this book, you can already see some of the problems that will arrive more strongly later with their writing but I love their relationship during this year and it kills me every time when they co-parent Harry. When he looks at them and says he's reminded of Mr and Mrs Weasley! Love that. Unfortunately, Rowling just dropped the ball with them after OotP, individually as characters and therefore inevitably with their relationship. It's particularly ironic how in her attempt to glorify Hermione, she accidentally ended up making sure she would be a character that aged like milk.

Ginny is perfect all around in this book, what a queen. Her Majesty comes back on the page and decides to outshine everyone else. Her introduction in this book is basically her version of the iconic MJ scene "Face it, Tiger, you just hit the jackpot" and it makes my little nerdy heart sing.

Harry and Ginny's rollercoaster dynamic in this book is absolutely everything. It's all I need in life. Also, side note, I could easily read 500 pages of just the two of them snapping at each other like they do throughout the whole Ministry business. The way they fight is so genuinely entertaining because they are telling the other to fuck off yet it's weirdly respectful the way they do it, especially in comparison to how they act with other people. I love that you can't establish a winner and that no matter what the other says they are still there annoying each other. There are no tears or heavy shouting or unnecessary drama.

I love politics, and I think this book is by far the more political one.

The date between Harry and Cho is one of the best pieces of comedy in the books if you ask me. It's such a disaster! I adore it.

Also, Harry spending half the book being annoyed at Cho basically because she is not Ginny will never stop being hilarious.

The Marauders!!! We get to see the Marauders in a proper scene. James and Sirius's friendship is amazing. Unpopular opinion probably, but I love how arrogant they are. And James and Lily's fight is brilliant. I adore that whole sequence. I'm a Maurders girly forever.

[linkspooky]

Wait, if DC Comics is your passion, why is Spider-Man your favorite superhero (I mean, I know why but)? Is that allowed under federal law?

If you think about it, Batman and Spiderman are essentially the same character:

They became a super hero and fought crime after the death of a family member to a random street mugger.

They are relatively small time, they only fight crime in their cities it's New York City for Peter, and Gotham City (which is basically New York or Jersey) for Batman. They're not really trying to save the world, they are fighting for one city. If you want someone to fight a world ending threat you call superman.

They're not physical contenders, they rely on stealth, their intelligence, and the gadgets they create in order to win fights. Spiderman swings around on webs yeah, but his web spinners are gadgets he made himself. Spider's only real superpowers are enhanced strength, a spidey sense, and the ability to cling to walls the rest are all gadgets he comes up with. You could say Batman flying around the world to learn martial arts is like the equivalent of Peter's enhanced strength.

The identity takes over their whole life. Batman cannot give up being batman even if the only way for him to settle down and be happy would be to live as Bruce Wayne. Peter's infamous for his terrible work life balance.

They have iconic rogue galleries (peter even has a femme fatalle thief he flirts with who dresses up like a cat). Their rogues galleries are usually more sympathetic and redeemable than other rogues and downright likable. Peter's most iconic enemy Green Goblin for example is his childhood best friend's dad (and sometimes Harry).

They are just one dude and their allies trying to fix the crime for an entire city, and this wears them down a lot. Their strongest trait isn't even their super powers, it's their determination. One of Spiderman's most iconic scenes ever is when a whole warehouse building falls down on top of him and he just... lifts it up not because he's that strong but because he literally has to it's sheer determination and grit.

Then what is the main difference? Bruce Wayne is rich, and Spiderman cannot pay rent. Therefore, Spiderman is inherently the better hero.

As for why I like Spiderman despite not liking Marvel comics much there are two reasons. First, Spiderman doesn't really work when he's interacting with the wider marvel universe, he really is at his best when he's just staying in New York. He's literally called the "Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman" he should not be fighting Thanos. Batman at least, fits into the DC universe. He is friends with Superman and Wonderwoman. His first sidekick Dick Grayson graduated from him and went on to run the Teen Titans. Batman often does a bunch of magical adventures on top of his noir stuff in Gotham. Second, Marvel comics just kind of DOES NOT LIKE Spiderman.

Here's my example of this, the banner image I used for this post. Peter Parker and Mary Jane. This is my favorite superhero ship of all time, Peter Parker growing up together with Mary Jane, going through other relationships and learning from them, and then finally when he's mature enough getting together with Mary Jane to "Face it tiger, you just hit the Jackpot." It's such a beautiful relationship and arc for his character and Marvel just UNDID ALL OF IT to keep Peter single because that's more marketable.

Marvel is just never going to let Peter grow up, so him being a part of the marvel universe is actively to his deficit. I know this is kind of a problem for Batman too, but DC at least occaisonally lets characters grow up. Superman settled down and married Lois Lane and had a son. Dick Grayson was allowed to grow up and become Nightwing. Wally West kid flash, grew up and became Flash for a long time. DC generally does let characters grow up and pass on the mantle. Peter Parker could totally just grow up and let other people be spiderman (that's literally the whole concept, anyone can be spiderman, miles is right there and Into The Spiderverse is the best Spiderman movie) they just won't.

[spinxeret]

+ @thrillor liked for a starter !

+ European shoots were absolutely going to be the DEATH of Mary Jane , she was sure of it . No matter how much PRESTIGE they held, she kept telling her agent that she wanted a BREAK . The fact that this one had finished up as QUICKLY as it had was a blessing, as far as she was concerned . Keeping it SECRET from Peter had been HARD, but slipping into New York in a way that had allowed her to avoid any TABLOID photographers made getting home all the easier .

Knocking on the door, she hoped that she hadn't caught Peter while he was still out on PATROL. She couldn't think of a better way to greet him after so long apart than by standing here in the doorway . " Shoot wrapped up early. Face it, tiger, I guess we both just hit the jackpot. "

[midnightandstars]

Peter 3's Chance

Summary: Back to his universe, Peter 3 finds a stranger moving in next door and it's none other than MJ!

There was a robbery at the city museum, but police have caught the...

Peter 3 looked out the balcony and was glad to find the city intact in his short absence. He turned off the TV.

He was back in New York, his New York. The last few hours had been a hell of an adventure—jumping through universes, meeting alternate versions of himself, fighting multiverse men, and saving someone—and somehow, that lifted a weight off his shoulders. The guilt that had been strangling him from inside was almost gone. He would never forget Gwen, but now he felt like he was forgiven. He wasn't the bitter man he had been just a day prior.

He walked through his apartment; it was a small place, but it felt like home. He plopped on the couch, exhausted from the adventure, and fell asleep.

He was awakened by some noise outside, or rather noises. It was like someone was being dragged to the depths of hell, but the one dragging was failing miserably. At least that's what it felt like in the dream.

Coming back to his senses, he realised that the flat next to his was empty and that he was the only inhabitant on that floor. He slowly moved towards the main door, ready to catch the culprit from hell or a petty thief.

He opened the door and found the culprit to be a young woman struggling to carry a few boxes across the hallway.

"Hi," the dulcet feminine voice spoke, tinged with slight embarrassment that she had been discovered struggling with a diminutive task.

"Hi, um, do you, uh, need any help with that?" He pointed toward the tape-sealed boxes.

"I'd be most grateful if you did." The expressions on her face clearly meant Thank God.

He lifted the boxes swiftly and moved them to their desired place.

"Thank you so much. Do you live next door?" She smiled.

He looked toward the next door as if he had never seen the place and turned back to her.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm –I'm Peter Parker." It had been a long time since he had a human conversation like this.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Maria Jones."

At this response, his eyes widened, and he asked through his shock, slowly muttering, "MJ?"

"Yeah, my friends call me that. How'd you know?" She was astounded by the sudden change in his manner.

He pulled himself together and realised that he had been staring like an idiot.

"Um, it's just that I had a friend with a similar name and called her MJ." His face had turned crimson, and he was making random gestures as if that explained the rest.

"Well, then you can call me MJ too!" She didn't mind his embarrassment; it was rather endearing in a way.

The conversation soon ended. MJ! The other Spider-Mans had MJ, the love of their lives. Does that mean—is it for real? Wow! Peter's heart was racing now. If this was his chance in this universe, he won't let it get away.

He took a deep breath, and just as the next door was closing, he took his chance.

"Hey, um, I was thinking maybe—I mean, would you like to get a coffee sometime?"

Face it, Tiger—you just hit the jackpot.

[zingaplanet]

I reread "all the roads we have to walk" just the other day and thought the same thing as anon! the stars especially made smile real hard. 17 slams felt like an insane number back them, and look at the actual number now. crazy stuff!!!

Ikr!!!! Ppl were goin crazy over roger having 17 slams and beating sampras i remember. I honestly honestly think our generation has been incredibly lucky and not just in tennis. We have had so many sporting greats from this generation and so many records broken (in tennis, football, f1, etc). I know ppl say it's natural because sports science develop and so do our bodies but this doesn't happen every generation and in the past qualities have dropped in decade intervals. I think we kinda hit the jackpot unintentionally. We are so so lucky to be living in this sporting era, we're basically witnessing the best of our sports could ever be I believe it.

Federer, Nadal, Messi, Ronaldo, Hamilton, Michael Jordan, Kobe, Tiger Woods, Serena???

I say we better count our marbles! Watching sports have never been this exciting!

[absquatulate001]

Anong libro ang paulit-ulit mong binabasa, at sa tuwing binubuklat mo, parang may bagong kahulugan na naman? Gusto kong sabihin na Bailey & Scott’s Diagnostic Microbiology, 14th Edition, pero next time na lang siguro.

Mine is Life of Pi ni Yann Martel.

When I was 15, I thought Pi was my long-lost twin—curious, na napakaraming tanong. I remember din thinking living in a zoo with a menagerie of animals. Pi, you are living my dream! Gusto ko rin tumira sa Zoo. Diego here we go.

Pero by the time I hit 18 and reread it, I was hit with a revelation. I’d missed Pi’s coming-of-age journey! Masyado akong nagfocus sa mga tiger, orangutan, zebra, at kay Richard Parker. I didn’t realize he was diving into religions at mayroon na siyang konting existential crisis. Sorry, Pi, hindi ko napansin.

Fast forward noong 22 na ako, I was in college na and reading it again... I felt different. Parang first time ko ulit. Suddenly, gusto ko na ring tanungin ang mundo bakit hindi ako pwedeng maging Muslim, Katoliko, at Sabadista nang sabay? Bakit nga ba stupidity has a price? After Daddy Gandhi, what is next nga ba? Uncle Jesus? Ano nga ba ang Faith? at sino ang The One?

Finally, last year at 27... I get it now. I mean, life really does have a way of slapping you awake, no? Minsan gigising ka ng jackpot, minsan zero, minsan pagod, minsan ganado. Minsan tamad na tamad. Minsan sukong-suko, minsan sobra sa zenkai boost. Pero, this line:

“The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity; it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can,” hits hard.

Death wants a piece of it. At hindi lang basta piece ha, gusto niya lahat. Death tried to grab me, I’ve danced on the edge, muntik na magsudoku. Pero dahil matigas ang ulo ko, hindi pa rin siya nanalo. Tamang sagwan lang in my little boat, with the little supplies that I have, with my little light na minsan pundi pa, even when the waves get high at sobrang dilim na. This is Faith (or is it???)

Sa bawat araw na matigas ang ulo ko at trip ko pa gumising, ritwal na sabihing, “Okay, life. I see you. Suntukan na ulit. Isang round pa.”

And if death is envious? Eh, sorry na lang, hindi kami same weight division. Hindi kami match. Buti na lang.

[kazariloveandhavok]

Chapter 7-The New Best Friend Squad Arc Part 3- Sea-Worthy Smash

Sealinies

Surrounded by Kazari, Finn, Iyexi and Archer, Maila faced her mom, the majestic Mermista. Exhaustion veiled Mermista's features. Being a mom was a hard job, especially when one of your kids was a manchild named Seahawk.

"So, like, what's up, mom?" Maila blurted, hands on her hips.

With a hand massaging her temples, Mermista began, "Okay, so, my spies tell me there's this weird cache box thingy floating around in the open sea. It's, like, radiating some strange vibes."

"So, I guess you want us to go play detective, huh?" Maila's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Mermista let out a long, tired sigh. "Maila, you're gonna be queen one day. Your dad and I thought this would be good for you. You know, learning on the job?" Mermista fetched a pair of keys and lobbed them towards Maila.

"Take the Dragon's Daughter 7. Try to forget that you’re half-Seahawk and don’t fuck this up, okay?"

Maila caught the keys mid-air, stuck her tongue out at her mom. "Well, mom, that snarkiness is why dad scores higher on my favorite parent scale!"

Mermista retaliated by launching her trident at her, missing by miles.

"Haha, missed, bitch!"

"Just scram before I break your neck!"

The Open Sea

Maila was in her element on the Dragon’s Daughter 7, feeling like she ruled the world. "Yay!" she screamed, her voice swallowed by the ocean breeze. Kazari leaned lazily against the railing, idly swirling sparks of havok magic between her fingers. “So,” she began, “has your mother been a moody bitch-canou?” 

Maila chuckled lightly, “Yeah, but she’s still pretty cool. She once made sure Finn’s trauma isn’t worse than it is…” she droned.

Kazari furrowed her brow, the magicat’s head tilted slightly. 

“Trauma? Maila, what the fuck are you-?”

Maila pointed to the other magicat, Finn, curled up in the fetal position, while Archer and Iyexi were doing their best to confront them. “Finn, just relax, okay?” said Archer. 

“We got you, buddy!” Iyexi held Finn’s hand. 

“Finn?” Kazari approached her fellow magicat. “Are you okay?” she asked, her aussie accent softened over the years. 

Finn looked up at Kazari, saying, “Y-yeah, I will be once we finish this damn mission!” 

"Don't sweat it, Finn! You can have a good sob with your moms once we're done!" Kazari jested, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Actually, I can't really be around my moms at the moment…"

"Wow, way to rain on the fun parade..." Kazari responded, her teasing tone deflating a bit.

Maila was busy fiddling with a radar when a blip appeared on the screen. "Hey, guys, I think we've got a hit!"

Everyone rose from their spots and huddled around the mermaid-pirate princess. There it was, the cache box, several feet beneath them.

"Alright, looks like this box is tucked away in a sea cave! Kazari, I could use your help hauling this thing, it seems pretty hefty. Your havoc magic should do the trick," she explained, handing out wetsuits to the team.

Kazari merely nodded, stripping down to her underwear, leaving Finn blushing like a ripe tomato. Kazari didn't miss a beat, she winked at the flustered magicat, taunting, “Guess you've hit the jackpot, tiger. Snap a picture, it'll last longer,” before wriggling into her wetsuit, and the others followed her lead.

One by one, everyone dived into the azure depths with the only expectation being Finn who said, “You guys go ahead, I’ll…stay back and watch the boat…”

Maila shot them an empathetic look as she dived in. Maila's seafoam green jacket melted around her legs, which fused into an aquamarine fish tail. 

"Alright, stay close," Maila directed, speeding off into the depths with the rest of the team in her wake.

Kazari lagged slightly, swimming alongside Archer and Iyexi. She asked, "What's up with Finn? They seem off-kilter."

"Finn has a thing about water, but it's their story to share, not ours," Iyexi replied, a serious undertone in her voice. Kazari simply nodded in response, understanding the sentiment.

As they neared the cave entrance, Maila called out, "We're here. Kazari, you're up with me."

“Got it,” Kazari replied, swimming up to join Maila at the cave's entrance. The other two hung back slightly, providing cover and watching out for any surprises.

The underwater cave was darker than the surrounding sea, its entrance guarded by a mess of coral and sea plants swaying lazily in the current. Maila and Kazari had to maneuver carefully to avoid disturbing the fragile underwater life. Once past the entrance, they turned on the small lights attached to their suits, illuminating the gloomy interior.

The water inside the cave was cooler and eerily still, reflecting the beams of their lights in strange, distorted patterns on the rough cave walls. They advanced slowly, the silence broken only by the sound of their own breathing and the occasional crackle from their comms devices.

There it was, nestled among an outcropping of rocks, the cache box. Its metallic surface was half-buried in the sand and encrusted with layers of marine life, making it seem more like a part of the cave than an alien object.

Maila signaled to Kazari, pointing towards the box. With a determined nod, Kazari conjured her havoc magic. The sparks danced around her arms and core before reaching out towards the box, lifting it gently from its bed of sand and rocks.

Just when they thought everything was going smoothly, Kazari's eyes widened at a pattern she spotted. It was unmistakably similar to those cursed spiders they had encountered before.

"What the hell?" Kazari blurted out.

"Kazari, what's up?!" Archer and Iyexi's voices crackled through the comms, their concern palpable.

Maila followed Kazari's gaze just in time to see the sand beneath them begin to swirl and shift. "Guys, we need to move, now! We're not alone down here!"

Before they could react, the ocean floor erupted in a cloud of sand and debris. As the dust cleared, a massive, monstrous squid revealed itself.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Iyexi's exclamation was barely audible over the chaos.

"We have to secure the box!" Maila commanded, doing her best to keep her cool in the face of the terrifying creature. As the squid lunged at them, they swam as fast as they could, the cache box in tow. Their hearts pounded in their chests, the adrenaline fueling their swift escape.

Through gritted teeth, Kazari shouted, "Alright, I'll keep the squid busy, you guys secure the box!"

"On it!"

Without wasting any more time, they all lunged forward, each grabbing a corner of the cache box. Maila, thanks to her mermaid physiology, found the task easier. A mermaid's strength is volumetric - directly proportional to the amount of water in contact with her body. In the vastness of the open sea, Maila was easily the strongest among them.

As they struggled with the box, Kazari swam headfirst into the fray. Her aim was to distract the gigantic squid long enough for the others to make their escape. It was a dangerous plan, but it was all they had. With a deep breath, she charged towards the monstrous creature, ready to face it head-on.

With a determined look, Kazari summoned her havok magic. Electricity crackled around her, creating an impressive, almost mesmerizing display. It felt like pins and needles pricking her scalp, but she had to ignore it. And just as she hoped, the squid turned its focus to her, tentacles lunging in her direction.

Seizing her moment, Kazari pushed off the cave wall, dodging the squirming tentacles with agile precision. She swam underneath the box and latched onto Maila’s tail, swimming swiftly to join the group.

"Archer, teleport us out of here, now!" Kazari's voice was firm, carrying the urgency of their predicament. They needed to get out, and they needed to do it fast. Archer did just that, warping the four, and the box onto the boat, in front of a perplexed Finn. 

"Are you serious?!" Finn's voice echoed through the communication devices as the crew scampered back onto the Dragon's Daughter 7. Maila made a beeline for the console, revving up the ship's engines and steering them away from the underwater chaos.

Minutes later, when they were safely away from the giant squid and the adrenaline had started to wane, Finn repeated their earlier question, this time more slowly, "Can somebody please tell me what the FUCK just happened?"

Maila, steadying her breath, managed to give them a succinct answer: "Giant squid. But we did get the cache box!" She hoped that her words carried some reassurance. Despite the unexpected challenges, they'd succeeded in their mission.

“Welp, in any case, let’s crack this fucker open,” said Kazari.

Wanting to contribute, Finn popped out their claws and broke off the lock. Inside the box, were all aging weapons: an armcannon, a trident, a set of power boosting gloves, bow and arrows and a short sword and sheath. 

At first, their faces reflected nothing but underwhelmed surprise. This was what they had risked their lives for? A bunch of old, worn-out weapons? But then, the realization dawned on them. These pieces were more than just weapons…

"Guys! If I'm not totally off-base here, these weapons... they look like they were crafted by the First Ones," Maila announced, her eyes wide with realization.

"The First Ones, you say?" Iyexi mused, carefully picking up the armcannon. "Well, in that case, they might actually be of use to us."

Archer nodded, his hands running over the bow and arrows. He sensed the age and craftsmanship in the simple tools. Meanwhile, Finn took hold of the gloves, inspecting them with a quiet curiosity.

As for Maila, she found herself gravitating towards the trident, a sense of familiarity washing over her. Kazari, on the other hand, chose the tanto and its sheath, a certain fondness evident in her gaze.

"Well, regardless of where they came from, they're definitely going to give us a boost for shop class," Finn commented, breaking the momentary silence. "So, at least there's that, right? Right, Kazari? Uh, Kazari?"

They all turned to look at Kazari, who seemed to be in a sort of trance. Her gaze was fixated on a rock outside the ship's window, where an unusual, smoky blob was swirling around…

Later that night…

Alone in the quiet of her dorm room, Kazari found herself captivated by the aged sword she had claimed earlier. It had an undeniable charm, a feeling of history that was too intriguing to ignore. With the sword resting in her lap, Kazari leaned back in her chair, her sketchbook splayed open on her desk.

Her pencil danced across the page, guided by her hand as she poured her thoughts into a flurry of lines and shapes. But there was one shape, one image, that kept resurfacing in her mind. The smoky blob she had seen swirling around the rock.

"What is that thing I keep seeing?" she wondered aloud, her gaze flicking back and forth between her sword and her sketchbook. "What is it trying to show me?" As the night deepened, Kazari found herself lost in her thoughts, her curiosity piqued by the mystery of the swirling smoke and the sword.

[egobuzz]

I’ve gone down a rabbit hole and have fully convinced myself that Normal and Hermie the Unworthy would be perfect for each other and these are my reasons: 

-The rom-com energy of Hermie going on a date with Normal to make Scary jealous/to prepare for a role and then falling for Normal is very good.

-Hermie comforting and supporting Normal even though he didn’t need to for his role in the play was sweet.

-Given how weird Hermie is, the thought of Normal introducing his dad to Hermie the Unworthy after Sparrow expressed that he wanted Normal to be more normal is very funny to me.

-Hermie and Normal are both performers who hide behind their characters. No one really knows who Hermie is because he’s always method acting, and Normal refuses to take off the Teeny the Teen costume because it makes him feel more confident and he thinks people like Teeny more than they’d like Normal. I think they could support each other without wanting to completely change each other. 

-Normal thinking he can fix Hermie only to realize that he just genuinely likes who Hermie is when he’s not preparing for a role would be sweet.

-The over the top theatre kid energy paired with the over the top school spirit kid energy would be unstoppable.  

-Hermie and Normal would be weird and too much, but they’d be weird and too much together. 

-Finally, if they developed feelings for each other, lines like these would hit different: 

”Maybe I’ll be the first one of us to think that Hermie the unworthy is a cool guy.”

”I’m a little nervous, I don’t know why. I’ve just never done something like this before.” (Normal’s response to picking up Hermie to go to the dance)

”Face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot.” 

[babyboibucky]

Like Nicotine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: TW! Toxic relationship, implied smut nothing too graphic, cheating, angsty angst

A/N: Like I said, I needed to write something based on this song when I first heard it 😂 Writer zoomies is real y’all, I literally whipped out like idk 4 fics this week??? Anywaaay PLEASE listen to the song or at least search up the lyrics for the context 😌

MAIN MASTERLIST

You watched Bucky parade his new girl the same way he did to you a few years ago. A bitter chuckle escaped from your lips as you observed him and the way he treated her, so sweet and gentle. He only had eyes for her, she probably thinks she hit the jackpot with how Bucky was gazing at her lovingly.

Pathetic. If she only knew that Bucky gazed at you the same way last night.

Your eyes followed them as they walked around the party, with Bucky keeping a protective hand on the small of her back. And then you looked at her, how she moved and acted.

And the comparison began.

She's all rainbows and butterflies, sunshine radiating off of her beautiful smile. You were more of a rose, attractive enough to draw interest but full of thorns that tend to keep people away. Only the brave were able to touch you, but one prick is all it takes for them to let you go.

She tasted like strawberry lollipop, so sweet and addicting. You tasted like tequila, just as addicting but have a little too much and it'll leave you with a massive headache.

Bucky's eyes found you even admist the crowd and you smirked, raising your glass of whiskey in the air as acknowledgment. You kept an eye on him as you took a sip, your chest swelling with pride when he whispered something to his new girl before making his way towards you by the bar.

"I thought I told you not to come see me anymore."

You lifted a brow at Bucky, "Who said I came here for you?" you asked, taking out a box of cigarettes from your bag and offering some to Bucky.

He shook his head, "She asked me to stop." he said.

You shrugged and took one for yourself, letting it hang loosely on your lips as you reached for Bucky's shirt pocket. He watched your expression change when you fished out his lighter before using it. Up until this day, you knew where Bucky kept his lighter and you also knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to quit smoking.

To quit you.

"Asked you to stop huh?" you teased, placing the lighter back in Bucky's pocket before tapping his chest with your hand.

"Force of habit." Bucky merely said before glancing around, probably checking for his girl.

You laughed, "Easy, tiger. She trusts you too much to even worry where you went. If she didn't, she would have known about us a long time ago."

Bucky frowned when you blew a thin line of smoke right at his face, your lips curling into a sinister smile when you noticed his jaw tense up.

"I told you not to quit smoking cold turkey." you reminded Bucky, taking another stick from your box and placing it right between his lips.

Bucky glared at you but didn't budge nor stop you from reaching for his lighter again. Another victorious smile tugged at your lips when he let you light his cigarette. He took one long drag and threw his head back, humming in satisfaction at the first taste of nicotine on his tongue.

"We can't keep doing this." Bucky said, looking back again to check on his girlfriend.

It was entertaining for you to witness him tiptoe around her. She was so innocent, so naive to think that she had Bucky wrapped around her finger when you had him wrapped around your sheets for many nights now.

"Don't act like I'm the one knocking on your door at three in the morning." you snickered, taking another drag from your cigarette.

Bucky ran a hand over his stubble, "I made a mistake. I didn't mean to."

You laughed out loud, "You didn't mean to the first time you came crawling back to me. But then you kept on coming back for more, I don't think that's a mistake anymore."

How dare he accuse you of stealing him away from his new girl when he was the one sneaking behind her back? Why won't he just admit that he made a mistake of leaving you, that he was finding it hard to quit you?

Why won't he just leave her and come back to you?

"Why her?" you asked.

It was Bucky's turn to chuckle, "Do you really want to know?" he asked.

"I asked you, didn't I?" you shot back.

"Because she's everything you're not." Bucky responded immediately, too quickly for your liking.

It hurt to hear him say that to you, right in your face. You weren't the best girlfriend but you gave him your all. It wasn't an easy relationship, the fights became too toxic at times but you were willing to change. You needed him to help you but what did Bucky do?

You pricked him with your thorns just one time, one fucking time and then he dropped you. Just like that.

"Of course, she isn't like me. She doesn't let you fuck her the way I let you fuck me, doesn't give you the best fucking blowjobs in the world, doesn't satisfy you the same way I satisfied you."

"Shut up!" Bucky growled, his fists clenching.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pressed down your burnt cigarette against the ash tray. Bucky let out an exasperated breath, grabbing the glass of whiskey from your hand and drinking it down.

"Does she let you fuck her on the counter? I bet she doesn't. When you came home to her after you fucked me, did you let her kiss you? Did you let her taste me on your mouth?" you asked sharply.

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, "I did, actually. Because she feels like home and no matter how many nights we spent together, it's her that I'll always come home to. This has got to stop."

"You know I'm better than her. You just can't accept it. I'm the best one you ever had." you said through gritted teeth, eyes slowly brimming up with tears.

Maybe it was Bucky who always came to you, begging you for the pleasure he wasn't able to experience with her, but it was you who was still in love with him. Every single time he knocked on your door, you let him in even though it was breaking you apart.

Because Bucky was right, he found a home in her, something he never found in you.

It wasn't love for him anymore, it was just lust. And once that lust was gone, then it's all over for you.

"This is the last time I'll smoke." Bucky said, finishing his cigarette and throwing it into the ash tray.

It was easy to understand what Bucky truly meant by that. You were like nicotine and Bucky was once addicted to you. But just like any other drug or vice, there will always be a way to quit it no matter what.

As you watched Bucky leave you behind to go back to his girl, you couldn't help the bitterness that enveloped you. The way he looked at her, smiled at her and touched her made you realize that this was your greatest fear all along.

That Bucky was finally quitting you. For good.

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[avengerrs]

Michael B. Jordan as MJ saying “face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot” because we deserve the fan service

crying screaming throwing up oh my god I CAN LITERALLY HEAR THIS IN MICHAEL B JORDAN’S VOICE AND I WILL NOT KNOW PEACE UNTIL IT HAPPENS. WE DO DESERVE THE FAN-SERVICE, BUT IT WOULD ALSO BE SO GOOD.

literally peter can’t argue because he’s not wrong. he DID hit the jackpot so he just rolls his eyes, but there’s a slight smile creeping up on his face because he doesn’t know how he got this lucky. he wants to argue though so he says “actually i think you hit the jackpot. i’m literally spiderman.” and mj is like “you think i hit the jackpot? my boyfriend is the biggest nerd alive and still rides a skateboard in his mid-twenties, so uhhh you may want to rethink that, parker.” and peter grabs his chest like he’s wounded and says “hey! you wanted to be my boyfriend, what can i say?” and mj is like “actually i think you wanted to be MY boyfriend” and they just argue for hours but then they forget why they’re arguing and they fall asleep on each other and idk it’s just cute they’re just cute i love them so much andrew garfield and michael b jordan my beloveds

[neverdoingmuch]

ur post abt Beefy lwj is so true and in my personal opinion wwx totally thought nmj was hot. he's already an unreliable narrator u cant tell me him saying nmj had a build men envied or however it went wasnt him subconsciously being like 👁👁😳 wwx just wants to be carried in his big strong husbands arms and it's what he deserves!!!

look nhs and wwx can't be best friend if they don't have the whole 'oh shit your older brother is so hot and i kinda have crush on him/ew no dont you dare' thing going on. it's the rules. the law even. nhs may not like it but wwx is very much enjoying it (it being the view lmao).

so 15 y/o nhs really thought he hit the jackpot when he befriended wwx. like the guy was cheerful, clever, talented, (had really good taste in books), and didn't really force nhs to,,, perform. sure he drags nhs around and makes him do stuff, pushes him out of his comfort zone sometimes, and kinda expected nhs not to be a complete dud (nvm that it was only ever in areas where nhs wasn't actually a dud),, but wwx never made nhs do any of the things the rest of the cultivation world tried to make him do,, wwx never tried to force him to fight more or to develop his cultivation or to be more useful. and nhs loved that about him, wwx was The Greatest Friend Ever,,,,, at least until nmj came over.

why do nhs and wwx see nmj? idk,, does it matter? whatever the reason, nhs sees his brother stomping through cloud recesses one day and immediately whirls wwx around to face his brother while ducking behind him. safely hidden, he whispers to wwx to tell him when nmj is gone. wwx just makes a strange noise in response. given that his friend isn't exactly bad with words, nhs leans over to glance up at his friend and sees that wwx has gone bright red. oh no, nhs thinks to himself.

he'd known that wwx ahem "admired the male form in its peak physical state" or whatever the fuck he used to justify the way he blushed at the sight of lwj doing push ups but nhs hadn't realise that would extend to nmj. his brother isn't flexing or fighting or doing anything to show off his muscles but wwx has a weakness and nmj's strength is,, his strength,,, he doesn't need to flex to have the perfect male form. his brother simply embodies wwx's taste in men far too well to be allowed to continue,,, and, given that wwx probably won't stop being attracted to buff dudes and nmj won't stop being buff, the only choice is to keep them far away from each other.

and like the strategy works really well!! wwx is mostly too distracted with lwj, who is also starting to get buffer for some random reason, and nmj just assumes that nhs is avoiding him bc he did something wrong or just doesn't want another lecture on,,, something. there are a few times when wwx comes over to nhs and says stuff like hey nie-xiong do you know what your brother's work out routine is? and nhs is just squinting at him because he's not sure whether wwx is still convinced that his interest in buff dudes is because he wants to be buff and is just admiring 'what any man would nie-xiong really' because he's 'not a coward who can't respect another man's form bc beauty comes in all forms so don't be so close-minded' or whether he finally figured out that it wasn't a friendly admiration/academic interest/????? and just wants to watch his brother train sometime. tentatively, he tells wwx that he'll ask (which he won't because he knows that nmj admires wwx as a cultivator already and will want to spar with him sometime if he mentions wwx and nhs does not want that to happen). he does however end up extending an invitation to come visit him in qinghe before wwx is unceremoniously booted from the lectures, deciding that his friendship with wwx is more important than his fear of wwx's crush on nmj.

but then the ssc happens and wwx doesn't really manage to come visit for fun and by the time nhs sees him again his reputation has been torn apart and reconstructed into something wholly unpleasant. he's no longer wwx the talented head disciple of the yunmeng jiang sect, instead their terrifying weapon and a loose cannon on the best of days. he's using demonic cultivation and even when he isn't stalking around the camps like a caged tiger, glaring at anyone who stares at him for too long and arrogantly disregarding lwj's attentions like he's no one important, the very air around wwx is seeped with that sense of wrongness and danger that he's covered himself with. being nhs, he makes sure to keep a distance from the war efforts so he only sees wwx every once in a while, and every time he does it seems as if the man is getting more terrifying and wrong.

and when the war ends and peace theoretically settles back into the cultivation world, nhs still doesn't see wwx much - wwx is busy with his duties in yunmeng, nmj doesn't seem particularly endeared by wwx anymore and nhs isn't sure whether he'd even be seeing his friend if he asked wwx to hang out. he's simply changed too much. at least that's what nhs thinks until there's a sect meeting and he sees wwx walk into a door because nmj was asked to help lift a table.

(and then lwj sees that wwx is in the room and makes sure to step in to lift the rest of the tables and wwx is off like a shot to his side to,,,, nhs honestly doesn't even know what he's doing but he's doing it)

[i-lovethatforme]

for halloween prompts <3 peter coming back from patrol on Halloween to find michelle in a sexy cute costume because she loves him and wanted to make Halloween a little special

day fifteen: but don’t call me angel

“Hey.”

“Hey, Em,” he says, swinging between buildings. It’s almost one am and he was supposed to be at hers at eleven - her dormmate having gone home for the weekend. They were supposed to watch scary movies and eat the candy she bought for trick or treaters before realising no one does that in halls. 

But she won’t want to watch anything now and he doesn’t blame her. He’s not even sure if he woke her up with his call. 

“I’m so sorry, there was -”

“It’s okay,” she replies quickly. And he knows she only talks fast when she’s nervous or annoyed and there’s nothing for her to be nervous about so he figures it’s him. He’s always letting her down. So he takes the hit, changing to swing from the other arm so he can head back to his own place. 

“Okay,” he breathes. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Gimme a call when you’re up.”

“What - are you not - okay,” she replies, and he hears the dial tone before he can ask if she still wants to see him. But she sounded sad, so he calls back as he swings as fast as he can to her place. 

She doesn’t answer the phone in the seven minutes it takes him to get to hers, though her light is on and he worries that he isn’t welcome but he knows her. So he knows she won’t tell him straight away, and he doesn’t want her to be sad. 

He sneaks up the wall, peering through the slightly open window when he reaches her floor. 

“Jesus fuck -” 

MJ spins towards the window, her eyes wide and her hand against her chest. 

“Fucking hell, Peter,” she whispers. And he can’t say anything because there’s so much skin on show. And he thinks if he looks at the gloves and the thigh high stockings he might pass out and then he’d eat asphalt. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, her face unimpressed as he clings to wall. Sticking to things hasn’t been an issue since he got bitten, but he finds he needs to concentrate when she looks like that. 

“Can I come in?” he wheezes, pulling his mask off. 

She rolls her eyes and sits at the head of her bed while he crawls through the window closing the blinds with too much force - the rail shaking a little. 

“I thought -” she starts, but he cuts her off as he pulls her towards him by her ankle. He holds the back of her head as his lips crash against hers as soon as he can reach. She responds as eagerly as he’d hoped, spinning so she’s straddling him and when he looks up, he hair is framing her face and her wings are blocking the light from blinding him. 

“I thought you weren’t coming over,” she says, breathing hard. 

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” he replies, his hands running up her thighs. “You look really fucking beautiful.”

She smiles at him, tucking some hair behind her ear. 

“I’m sorry that I’m late - I really don’t want you to be sat around waiting for me,” he says. The guilt that she might have dressed up for him while he was patrolling settling in his gut.

“I only put this on when I saw the twitter alert to the break downtown,” she shrugs. He must look confused because she continues - a blush forming on her cheeks.

“I knew you’d be there,” she says, leaning down until her forearms are besides his head, caging him in. “Because you’re good,” she whispers, pressing her lips to his. 

“And kind.”

“Em,” he breathes, chasing her lips when she moves away again. 

“You’re my favourite,” she mumbles as she pulls his lip between her teeth. 

“Does that mean you’ll wear this every time?” he asks, his hands heavy on her hips and he takes her pulling his hair to mean no. Or yes. 

“Face it tiger, you hit the jackpot.”

[waitimcomingtoo]

Oh My God, They Were Roommates

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re tired of denying your relationship in every interview, but Tom insists on keeping it a secret. Lucky for you, he’s terrible at keeping secrets

Masterlist

Secretly dating Tom Holland was not an easy job. You were his on and offscreen girlfriend, no people naturally wanted you to be together in real life. Towards the beginning of your relationship, you both agreed to keep it private. You’d managed to deny relationship rumors for over a year until you discovered something:

You and Tom were really really bad at keeping it a secret. 

Far too many times, you’d do or say something that confirmed your relationship. And far too many times, you’d have to go on twitter to say it was a joke and that you and Tom were just friends. You hated lying to your fans about the nature of your relationship, and Tom wasn’t fond of it either. You didn’t want to lie anymore. You were ready for the world to know. And yet, the worst secret keeper in Hollywood was determined to keep it a secret.

It all started with social media.

You had stirred up rumors that you and Tom were dating when you dyed your hair red after being cast as MJ and posted a photo of it, captioning it “Face it tiger…”. Tom couldn’t help himself from commenting “I hit the jackpot.” The Spider-Man and MJ reference did not go over people’s heads and the rumors were born.

“This would be such a cute way to confirm our relation.” You smiled as your scrolled through the comments of your picture. “We should tell them.”

“Not yet, darling. I’m not ready for the world to know.” Tom said, much to your disappointment.

“Okay. No, I get it.” You gave him a small smile and kissed his cheek, dropping the subject.

A few weeks later, you sent out a tweet that read, “Tom just hit a pothole so hard that he’s American now.”, leaving fans to wonder why you were together on your day off.

“They caught us. They know we’re on a date.” You said from the passenger seat.

“Friends can hang out on days off. That doesn’t mean we’re a couple.” Tom replied and you looked over at him.

“But we are a couple.” You reminded him, a little hurt at his phrasing.

“They don’t need to know that. I wouldn’t even respond to it. Don’t feed the flame.” Tom shrugged and shot you a smile. You faked a smile back and nodded.

“You’re right. I won’t respond.” You put your phone down and looked out the window, hoping he couldn’t sense your disappointment.

Then, it escalated to interviews.

“Does your friendship ever interfere with shooting the romantic scenes? Like, were you ever shooting a cuddling scene or a date scene where you were grossed out because you had to do romantic things with your friend?” The interviewer asked. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

“Was it weird to do romantic things with my friend Tom? That’s a great question.” You said and Tom laughed from beside you, also seeing the irony. “It was pretty weird since we are such good friends.”

“The best of friends.” Tom egged on.

“Definitely.” You gave an over exaggerated nod. “He’s like family to me.”

“Like brother and sister.” Tom added and you burst out laughing. Tom laughed at your reaction and suddenly, you’re both hunched over laughing while the interviewer watched with a confused smile.

“I don’t think it was weird.” You said after you calmed down. “I have such a respect for Tom and I really admire his work as an actor, and I assume he feels the same for me-“

“More or less.” Tom joked.

“-so it wasn’t too bad.” You finished and elbowed him slightly.

“Was the first time you kissed awkward?” The interviewer asked.

“In the movie or-“ Tom began, forgetting the rest of the world didn’t know that you’d have a first kiss as Peter and MJ and a first kiss as a couple.

“No, it wasn’t awkward.” You quickly cut him off before he blew your cover. “At the end of the day, we’re both professionals and it’s just kissing. We do it all the time now.”

“Sometimes off screen. And that’s not a joke.” Tom brought up. “Especially during filming, I would sometimes forget we weren’t actually together and I’d walk into a room and kiss her.”

You smiled at the memory, remembering all the stolen kisses before you’d made it official.

“How did everyone else react?” The interviewer asked.

“They acted like it was completely normal.” You answered.

“Because for us, it was.” Tom shrugged.

“I will say, it did get complicated kissing you when were were shooting our reunion scene in Endgame because I had to be careful of your balls.” You said.

“What?” Tom nearly gasped. You realized how it sounded and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Motion sensor balls. The little white motion sensor balls.” You quickly explained. “Oh my God. I meant the balls on the motion caption suit.”

“I was about to say.” Tom laughed at your accident innuendo.

“Ask the next question, please.” You pleaded to get out of the awkward moment.

“So did you guys meet through this movie?” The interviewer saved you.

“Yes. We met while filming Infinity War when no one had any idea our characters were going to date.” You answered confidently to redeem yourself.

“We were always paired together for junkets and she gradually became my best friend. Sorry Haz.” Tom apologized to the camera.

“It’s great that you guys were able to click. Your chemistry in the movie is really outstanding.” The interviewer complimented. “I’m sure that’s due to the friendship you’ve built off screen.”

“Yeah, I mean it always helps to be friends with your scene partner. And when we would have to spend hours in a prop bed together, cuddling and kissing while they got the perfect shot, it made us even closer. And as for the chemistry, I guess it kinda happened naturally.” You smiled shyly.

“Here’s a clip from the upcoming film.” The interview said to the camera. A scene from Far From Home played where Peter and MJ awkwardly yet adorably flirting with each other on the London Bridge. You couldn’t help but lovingly watch Tom as the clip played, overly proud of his job in the film.

“We do have great chemistry.” Tom nodded after the clip played. “We should date.” He added and you laughed.

“The fans would love that. I’m sure you’ve seen the campaigns online for you two to get together.” The interviewer remarked.

“We’ve seen it. Or at least, I have. Have you?” You asked Tom.

“I started the campaign.” Tom deadpanned.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded causally. You both kept a straight face for as long as you could before you burst into laughter. You curled into Toms side and laughed until your sides hurt.

“So is this really just a friendship? Nothing more?” The interviewer asked skeptically.

“No. We’re just really good friends.” Tom said firmly. You smile slowly faded and you gave a curt nod. For the rest of the interview, you were in autopilot. Every time you thought Tom was ready to tell the world, he hit you with the “just friends” line. It wasn’t him calling you “friend” that hurt you. It was him saying “just”. Every time he said it, he chipped into your heart. It hurt you to hear him play your relationship off as “just” anything.

At the next interview with Jimmy Kimmel, you had a bigger slip than usual.

“I love the pants Tom.” Jimmy complimented a few minutes into the interview. “But I do miss you in the Spiderman suit.”

“Oh, thank you.” Tom smiled and smoothed out his grey patterned pants. “My girlfriend picked them out.” He said causally. His eyes widened and you did your best to keep a neutral expression.

“Girlfriend?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, Uh, yeah. I’ve been seeing someone for a while now. I wasn’t supposed to let that slip so no one tell her.” Tom grimaced before looking into the camera. “Sorry, baby. She is really good at fashion though. She picked out most of my outfits for the press tour.”

“Well I have to say, your girlfriend has great taste.” Jimmy said.

“Thank you.” You answered, then cleared your throat to cover up the slip up. Tom caught your mistake and stifled a laugh.

“What was that, Y/n?” Tom asked coyly, knowing full well what you had accidentally said.

“I said she’s gonna kill you.” You lied through a smile.

“You’ve met her?” Jimmy asked you and you thought quickly on your feet.

“Oh yes. I know her very well.” You nodded. It wasn’t a total lie. You knew yourself pretty well.

“So you guys are friends?” Jimmy continued.

“No. I cannot stand that girl.” You laughed and Tom rolled his eyes. If he wasn’t gonna admit that his girlfriend was you, you were gonna have some fun.

“Here we go.” Tom sighed and the audience laughed.

“Why not?” Jimmy inquired.

“Because all she does is talk about herself.” You said. Tom laughed the irony and you giggled yourself.

“Well what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” Jimmy asked.

“I do have a boyfriend but he’s the worst.” You confirmed. Tom gave you a half cracked smile.

“What?” He asked, practically daring you to go on.

“Why do you say that?” Jimmy laughed.

“He can’t keep a secret to save his life.” You shrugged. “Except the one. He’s really good at keeping one.”

Tom knew exactly what you were doing and he couldn’t even blame you. He didn’t say anything, but patted your knee and left his hand there.

“So he’s like Tom then?” Jimmy said. “Tom, you’ve become infamous in Hollywood as being loose lipped.”

“He is not loose lipped, his lips are very nice.” You defended and Tom smiled shyly. “He just gets too excited and lets things slip.”

“Like you during that one scene.” Tom spoke up. You knew what he was talking about and your face reddened.

“Stop.” You warned.

“What did she let slip?” Jimmy wondered.

“Oh My God. This story is so embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face in your hands. Tom laughed at your discomfort and took your hand.

“We were shooting the “steamy”, as one night call it, scene in the film and she was supposed to say “Peter”, you know my characters name, in like a breathy voice.” Tom explained.

“I’d like to preface that this was an accident.” You cut in.

“So we’re shooting the scene and right in my ear she goes “Tom…I mean Peter”. But the whole thing comes out in like a moan and I thought it was the funniest thing ever.” Tom told the story.

“It was so embarrassing! The whole crew heard.” You groaned while Tom and the audience laughed at your expense.

You and Tom walked into your shared hotel room after the interview and allowed yourselves to relax. While you were setting your purse down on the bed, Tom came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned into his embrace and smiled.

“That went a lot better than I thought. If people think we’re dating other people, they’ll stop asking us if we’re together. This will totally throw them off.” Tom said and he kissed your temple. Your smile dropped as you turned around in his arms.

“Or, we could use this as an opportunity to tell them the truth about us. They know you have a girlfriend. Why not tell them that girlfriend is me?” You asked.

“Because my fans will come at you with a fiery vengeance. It’s better if they think you’re just my best friend. Trust me, darling, you don’t want them to know it’s you.” Tom tilted your chin up to look at him.

“And trust me, Tom, I do.” You said, and left his embrace.

The next day, you pretended like nothing happened for the sake of all the junkets you had to get through. You could tell Tom was sorry from the guilty looks he kept giving you, but you wouldn’t look back at him.

“What’s the best part of the press tour?” The interviewer asked.

“Getting to spend all day with my best friend.” You laud the word on thick as you wrapped your arms around Toms neck and covered his cheek in kisses. He got your point and let you do it as his way of apologizing. The interviewer laughed along, knowing the effect your actions would have on the fans.

“It’s great that you two are best friends. Is this press tour similar to the Homecoming one where you had to spend all day with Robert?” Tom was asked.

“That was a lot different. Robert has more of a godfather role in my life. I can go to him for advice, but I can’t play table tennis with him at three am in the hotel lobby like I can with Y/n.” Tom answered. You were warmed back up to him and gave him a gentle smile.

“And what’s your relationship with him like?” The interviewer asked you.

“He’s like my dad. He used to carry bandaids around just because I got hurt so much on set.” You replied.

“I remember that. He was always prepared. I went to Robert once when I was sick and he hooked me up to this crazy machine. I was super scared but it’s Robert Downey Jr., so I wasn’t gonna say no.” Tom chimed in.

“He makes Marvel lower your paycheck every time you say no to him.” You joked.

“Exactly. So I let him hook me up to it and it totally cured me. I was better in 15 minutes.” Tom continued.

“Aw. That’s so funny to think of Robert playing doctor on set. I guess your relationship with him is similar to Tony’s relationship with Peter?” The interview asked Tom.

“Definitely, definitely. Minus the fighting crime together and dying in his arms, obviously.” Tom replied.

“Mr. Junior, I don’t feel so good.” You cut in with a laugh. Tom and the interviewer stopped and looked at you.

“What?” Tom asked with a growing smile.

“I said Mr. Junior, I don’t feel so good. Like Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good.” You explained. You looked at Tom in confusion as he and the interviewer shared a look.

“What?” Tom repeated.

“Because you said your relationship was similar so I said-“ You began.

“No, I heard what you said.” Tom cut you off. “Who’s Mr. Junior?”

“Robert.” You replied, still confused why everyone was making a big deal.

“It’s Mr. Downey.” Tom said and began to laugh.

“Why would it be Mr. Downey? You wouldn’t be Mr. Stanley. It’s the last name. Mr. Junior.” You said again, feeling yourself growing frustrated.

“Yes, and his last name is Downey. My middle name is Stanley.” Tom explained.

You sat in silence for a moment, contemplating what Tom was saying.

“Did you think his last name was Junior?” Tom broke the silence.

“No?” You said as more of a question than a statement.

“Have you seriously thought Roberts last name was Junior this entire time?” The interviewer asked, also laughing at you.

“I thought Downey was his middle name!” You shrieked.

“What?!” Tom asked and burst into laughter. You felt your face redden as the crew laughed at you as well.

“I thought he was Robert Downey Junior!” You said each name separately. “I thought he just used his full name like Neil Patrick Harris.”

“No.” Tom said in exasperation. “His fathers also named Robert so he’s Robert Downey Jr.”

“But he goes by RDJ! That implies that the “J” is a part of his initials.” You exclaimed.

“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation right now.” Tom said as he wiped a happy tear from his eye.

“How did you think I feel?” You asked.

“I can’t handle this. You’re so ridiculous.” Tom choked out through his laughter. “I love you.” You restrained yourself from telling him you loved him back, knowing you couldn’t possibly make it sound platonic.

“Aw.” The interviewer gushed. “You two are such cute friends.”

“Yeah.” You gave a tight lipped smile. “Friends.”

As the press tour neared its end, your ability to keep the secret worsened.

Tom gave you a quick kiss on the lips before the cameras started rolling. The interviewer almost caught it, but you pulled away quickly before he could.

“What is that?” Tom asked as you bite into something orange sometime during the junket.

“A carrot.” You shrugged as your chewed.

“Where did you get carrots?” Tom laughed in confusion.

“The snack table outside.” You replied as you ate another one.

“There’s a snack table? Oh, that’s why you tasted like peppers.” He realized. Neither of you realized what he said but the interviewer raised an eyebrow.

“You know I can’t resist some peppy boys.” You told him. “That better be cut out.” You warned the camera.

“You say that every interview.” Tom pointed out.

“It feels warranted every interview.” You giggled. “You know I debated stealing some of the pineapple from the snack table to take home?”

“Of course you did. You and your smoothies.” Tom rolled his eyes.

“I love smoothies! Is that a crime?” You turned in your seat to ask him.

“Yes! You drink a smoothie every morning and then get hungry twenty minutes later. You guys, she does not eat enough.” Tom said to the camera.

“It’s better than you and your thirty jars of jelly in the refrigerator because someone can’t go a day without toast.” You shot back.

“Oh, do you guys live together?” The interviewer asked in surprise.

You and Tom blinked in surprise at accidentally revealing that fact.

“Uhh, yeah. We’re um…” You started.

“Roommates.” Tom said quickly. “I live in the UK but I work mainly in the States, so I live with Y/n when I’m here.”

“Roommates? How cute.” The interviewer smiled.

“Just adorable.” You mumbled.

You dropped your purse on the hotel bed that night and put you hands on your hips. Without even looking at you, Tom could sense you anger. He sheepishly looked up at you and gave you a weak grin.

“I’m sorry?” He offered.

“For what?” You demanded.

“I don’t know. You haven’t told me yet.” He said.

“Roommates? You told him we were roommates?” You asked, not bothering to mask the hurt in your voice.

“Well why else would we live together?” Tom defended his answer.

“I don’t know, maybe because we’ve been in a committed relationship for over a year.” You grumbled. Tom heard the frustration in your voice and and put a gentle hand on your arm.

“But they don’t know that, darling.” He said softly.

“But I want them too. You keep pushing back telling our fans. You said we’d tell them before the press tour.” You said, feelings tears rise to your eyes.

“Yes, but then I realized all the interviews would focus on our relationship and not the movie.” Tom reminded you. “We needed to promote the movie.”

“No one needs to promote Marvel movies! They’re Marvel movies!” You exclaimed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this, sweetheart. We agreed not to tell our fans.” Tom tried to talk you down.

“We agreed not to tell our fans right away. It’s been a year Tom. Do you not want them to know?” You sighed.

“I like my privacy, love. I don’t want the world intruding on us. I love you too much to share.” Tom cupped your face in his hands but you looked away.

“You say you love me, but tell the world I’m nothing but a best friend.” You said sadly. “Or worse, a roommate.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, angel. I’m sorry.” Tom apologized. You dropped the subject and went to bed without another word. You were cold towards Tom all the next day until your interview that night, the last of the press tour.

The media frenzy of rumors came to an end during a game of Charades on Jimmy Fallon. You were on Jimmy’s team, leaving Tom and Benedict as your opponents. You shot flirty banter back and forth all game until finally, your team won.

“Haha.” You pointed a jeering finger at Tom as you got off the couch and approaching him. He had his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you with pure joy. “Just like the War of 1812, the British lost-“ You couldn’t finish your burn because Tom had pulled you into a kiss.

“Sorry, darling. You looked so cute up there. I couldn’t resist.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Wait, are you two together?” Jimmy asked, interrupting the moment. He was looking back and forth between you and Tom and the camera. You realized that the moment occurred on live television and suddenly felt shyer than you ever had before.

Tom looked at you, allowing you to be the one to confirm it after wanting too for so long. You looked into the camera and smirked.

“Truth is…I am dating Tom Holland.” You said in true Tony Stark fashion. The audience irrupted into applause and you couldn’t stop your smile from breaking through. Tom looked at you fondly and pulled you into a hug.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Yes I did.” He whispered into your ear. “love my privacy, but I love you more.”

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don't know if anyone else here knows comics but mj lived with an aunt like peter did in the comics. so the actress could be aunt anna! could also explain why there's no dad haha and in the comics anna and may were friends and they were the ones behind mj and peter's infamous face it tiger you just hit the jackpot meeting since they were constantly trying to set them up

Did she?? Oh wow... I don't think I remember that from the comics Anon. Thanks for sharing that!