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itbethatwaysometime · 7 years

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Cute Coupley Things with Peter Parker

Warnings: fluffy, fluuuffffff, cuteness overload, gets a little steamy at the end. (Peter is about SEVENTEEN in these headcanons. I’m not really comfortable writing anything to smutty if he’s FIFTEEN)

A/n: After How You’d End Up Dating Peter Parker got such a great response I decide to make another one!

Don’t worry, next chapter of Uncharted is coming tomorrow !

Everything about being with him would make you smile. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you haven’t stopped smiling. Neither has he.

He gives you that 100 mile stare, where he’s looking at you, but past you at the same time, as if with his eyes he’s saying she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.

At first you’re both really shy.

Like it’s all soft touches, hand brushing and sitting really close to each other.

cUTEEEEE

Than it slowly escalates.

The first time you hold hands was at school, in the hallway, Flash picks on him but says something to you. :’Look, Penis Parker has a girlfriend! Bet she’s being paid.” And Peter is about to beat this little shit into the ground, but you lace your fingers through his and he looks at you for a moment before pulling you away.

He’d always wait for you at your locker. Or if you made it first he’d slip his arms around your waist and snuggle into your shoulder.

Your first date is at the Thai Place. And he internally tells you that he larbs you.

You’re constantly playing footsie under the table

You’re goal in life is to make him blush, because it’s the most adorable thing on the planet.

Anything.

You’ll discreetly smack his ass in public.

Kiss him senseless at school.

Slip your hand in the back pocket of his jeans

“(y/n)! We’re at school!!”

“But you like it”

“Ya I do.”

Slipping your hand under his shirt and running your hands over his abs.

Because Peter might look all cuddly, but he is one fit sonofabitch.

Running your hands through his hair

You stealing his shirts and sweaters

Him not saying anything because he thinks you look better in his clothes than he does himself.

So, he deliberately gives you his hoodies.

“Are you cold? Here take this.”

tbh what i actually want in an s/o

Going around town to find cute coffee shops as dates

“LOOK (Y/n)! ThiS oNE hAS caTs”

Whenever he has to keep it PG at school or with Aunt May, he either always has a hand on the small of your back or he grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles.

Ned and MJ rolling their eyes at your PDA, but honestly happy for you guys, because Peter seems so much happier.

Peter being insecure, wondering if he deserved you, because he’s always so busy being SpiderMan even if he tried making time for you.

“Because... Because, you could have someone else. Someone who won’t just up and leave, someone who isn’t such a burden, who doesn’t come back bloody and bruised. You don’t---”

“Peter, shut up. You’re all I need. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”

Gross sobbing on my part tbh

ALSO that’s the first time you say I love you.

Him responding with :” God, I love you so much, (y/n), you have no idea.”

“I think I do”

Staying at his place after a study night and having a lazy morning. (Aunt May had to work really early *wink* *wink*)

Him waking up first and making you breakfast.

Pancakes with smiley faces because that’s how Aunt May made them for Peter.

Cuddling

So much cuddling

Sometimes you’re the little spoon

Sometimes you’re the big spoon

There were days where you’d lay on top of him, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist

Movie nights always ended up with you falling asleep straddling him with you holding him tightly against your body

He’d carry you to bed easily.

“GODDAMIT PETER PUT A SHIRT ON I CAN”T CONCENTRATE “

And so the war begins. Trying to make one another as flustered as possible.

Which ends up with him popping a boner more than once cuz Peter is still a smol bb

Peter slipping a hand on your inner thigh.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Neck kisses

Peter is surprisingly fond of hickeys but he won’t admit that.

jEaLOus / pOssESsiVE PEtER

One day you’ll be at one of Liz’s parties and Peter would leave you alone to get some drinks.

Some asshole tries to hit on you, but you deflect his bullshit. At some point he still doesn’t give up and starts touching your arms and trying to lay his grotesque hands on your body

As you push him back, Peter comes barrelling in.

“WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TOUCH MY GIRL LIKE THAT? HUH?”

your smol bean just went from 0 to 100 real fkn quick.

tbh you’re kind of turned on. I mean... MY GIRL

You’d get back home and he’d probably will pin you to the wall. (p.s: Aunt May isn’t home)

Worship!Kink

Pet names

pET nAMES

For you

Darling

Love

ANgel

For him

Petey

Babe

Baby

DUmbass

All in all, you guys love each other so much, it’s blinding.

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tom-is-bae · 6 years

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Everyone else: Aaww Tom broke his nose again hope he feels better

Me: STOP DOING YOUR OWN STUNTS YOU IDIOT!!!

#tom holland #tom holland story #stop breaking your nose man #chaos walking #spiderman #peter parker #marvel #marvel studios #spideman homecoming

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maxkennedy24 · 7 years

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Nothing but a joke =^__^=

#Iron Man #spider-man #spideman homecoming #tony stark #peter parker #Robert Downey Jr #tom holland

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mypaperlovers-blog · 7 years

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Yo, @theotherscandystore, I’m delivering you the picture you asked for with a dash of Marvel’s spectacular Spider-dude. I hope you like it

#roronoa zoro #spideman homecoming #this movie is the shit

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marvelously-incorrect-decisions · 4 years

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MJ, giving Peter advice: Remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of your life, loser.

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jewlsiverse · 7 years

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I'm deeply irrevocably in love with Tom Holland.

#spideman homecoming #tom holland

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tonystarkjr · 7 years

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Just Peter chilling on your dash.

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEvV3OsE2WM | Marvel

#spiderman #spiderman: homecoming #peter parker #spideman homecoming

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darthspideys · 5 years

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something about you

this is based on an anon request I got last night, and it kind of spiraled into this long thing that I’m proud of. THERE ARE FFH SPOILERS so don’t read if you haven't seen the movie and or don’t wanna be spoiled :) Also this fic has given me the chance to write out my personal headcanon that Michelle uses Dude a lot so yeah....

Prompt: AU Where Peter was actually sick at the Opera and MJ took care of him ???

~Requests are still open~

~Read on Ao3~

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“Hey, where’s Peter going?” MJ turned to Ned, who seemed very preoccupied gazing into Betty’s eyes lovingly. The whole thing was making her very uncomfortable, but it made her think of Peter somehow and the quick moments of eye contact they’d shared lately. Okay well, less eye contact more ‘I was staring at you when you weren’t looking and now you're looking at me and I don’t know what to do’.

“He’s sick.” Ned said quickly before turning back to his girlfriend.

“Sick how?” She asked, and Ned didn’t answer. “Dude-”

She heard a shuffling sound next to her, and the next thing she knew Brad Davis was seated in the seat to her right, the one she thought she'd saved for Peter. “Hey MJ-”

“You can call me Michelle.” She deadpanned, sighing and leaning into her seat. Four hours of opera seated between the happy couple and the most annoying guy she’d ever met, this trip was shaping up to be a complete disaster.

“Are you excited to see the show?” She didn’t answer and he leaned closer to her intruding on her personal space in more ways than one. “Maybe we could-”

“Nope.” She stood up abruptly, she wanted to yell at him to stop talking to her forever but she didn’t have the energy. “I have to go to the bathroom.” She said, starting to walk past Ned and Betty.

“I’ll come with you-” Brad started, god he did not know how to take a hint? “That’s super creepy. Just stay here.” She told him, scurrying to get out of her seat before the show started. She didn’t know what she was going to do at first but she knew she was not staying for the show, maybe she’d just hide out in the bathroom and write until the four hours were up. When she made it to the bathroom she glanced at the men’s room and remembered Peter. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then silently hoped no one was in the bathroom before opening the door and going in.

The bathroom was eerily silent. She looked under a couple of stalls, to see if anyone was there but she didn’t see any feet, and she was starting to feel very predatory. “Peter?” She called, the sound of her voice echoing off the walls, “Are you in here? Ned said you were sick, are you okay?”

“I’m-” A voice sounded out, but it was interrupted by the haunting sound of someone gagging and then throwing up. It stopped after a couple seconds and then the person coughed. “I’m in here.” She recognized Peters voice, and walked over to the stall where it came from. She opened th door and found him crouched over the toilet, panting.

“Dude.” She leaned down, and just stared at him for a while. “Are you okay?”

He turned over, and sat on the floor, leaning up against the toilet. “Yeah, Yeah totally.”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” She sat down next to him, her body keeping the door open. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted, wiping some sweat off his forehead. “I just got sick all of a sudden.”

“Maybe it’s food poisoning.”

“I’m kind of under a lot of stress right now.”

“Because your spiderman?”

Peter’s face went red, “What-?” He started, before his face turned a shade of green. “I’m gonna-” He turned back the toilet and puked again. This time MJ moved closer, and rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back until he was finished, she didn’t quite know what to do but at least then she felt like she was doing something. Peter turned back towards her with a panicked expression, “What makes you think that?” He asked, not skipping a beat.

“The fact that you leave all the time with no explanation, you're stark internship which by the way doesn’t exist, I looked because I wanted to apply and-” She stopped, noticing the pained look on his face, she knew it wasn’t from him being sick but it took her a minute to realize that it was about tony stark. “You worked with him a lot didn’t you?”

“No!” He raised his arms defensively, “Look MJ I’m not spiderman-”

“Oh so your a male escort then?”

“What?”

“Kelsey thinks your a male escort, you know you leave class a lot to do that stuff, and your so secretive because you're embarrassed.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Peter facepalmed. “Does anyone else think I’m spiderman?”

“No just me. I mean it’s kind of hard to believe, Peter Parker the kid who used to have four inch thick glasses and can barely do a pushup being spiderman?”

“Hey!” He smiled a little, “Well it’s hard to believe because its not true.”

“Look Peter your hiding something. Your probably embarrassed about it but we’re on the floor of the mens bathroom right now, so now's as good a time as any to come out with it because it doesn't get more embarrassing than this.” She shrugged. “It’s time to decide, are you spiderman or are you a male escort?”

“I only get two choices?!”

“Yep. Now spill.”

“Fine-fine.” He took a deep breath, partially to push the liquid bubbling up his throat down. For a second he thought about saying that he was a male escort but he decided against it. “I am spiderman, and I have been since I was 15.”

“Wait seriously?” Her eyes went wide, “Your dead serious?”

“Uh yeah.” He asked, with a confused expression. “Wait didn’t you just confront me about it-?”

“I was messing with you I thought you were gonna say that your aunt has some terminal disease-”

“You saw her at the airport!”

“Looks can be deceiving it’s what makeup is for! You have got to be kidding me-you are spiderman-”

Peter rolled up of the sleeve of his shirt to reveal one of his web shooters. “I am not kidding. But you have to promise not to tell anyone because it could put people in danger-”

“I promise. Duide, this is crazy. I have so many questions, how did this happen? How-”

“Well, I uh-” Peter stopped mid sentence, and rolled over so that he was facing the toilet again, and threw up for what they both hoped would be the last time. MJ rubbed his back again, and wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. When he was done, he fell back right into her, and for a moment she thought that he had passed out. “Can we do this later when I’m not like throwing up?” He asked.

“Yeah, good idea.” She sighed, they were in a pretty award position, MJ leaning against the now clothed stall door and Peter leaning up against her for support, but neither of them moved partially because they had never been that close to one another before and they liked it and partially because Peter couldn’t really move as he was very dizzy. “You okay?”

“Dizzy.” He replied.

“Just relax.” She told him, position herself and him so that he could be more comfortable. “You just lost a lot of fluid, and you're probably just really dehydrated, but then again your part spider I guess so maybe that’s not true-”

“No I think your right.” He told her, “You sound like a doctor.”

“Yeah well I watch a lot of medical TV shows, and I kind of want to be one.”

“Really? That’s cool.”

“You think so?”

“For sure, and that you know what you want to do. I have no idea.”

“I thought you’d want to build stuff, like do science-be an engineer, like Tony-” She stopped herself, remembering what had happened last time she’d mentioned him.

“That’s kind of why I don’t want to.” He admitted.

“Do you miss him?” She asked, not thinking. “Sorry-you don’t have to answer that.”

“No is fine-” He sighed, “I miss him a lot, he wasn’t my dad or uncle or anything but I miss him so must it makes my chest hurt sometimes, I’m just minding my own business, and suddenly it feels like I can’t breathe.”

“That’s a panic attack, Peter. They happen, especially after everything that's happened.” She paused, debating whether or not to tell the truth, “I have them too sometimes. I wake up in the middle of the night crying and shaking because I think I’m going to disappear again.” She waited for his response for a few nerve wracking seconds, “I’ve never told anyone that.”

“Thank you for telling me.” He replied, “It feels good to know I’m not alone.”

“Something tells me that Tony Stark and the blip are contributing factors to why your throwing up right now. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want to saddle you with all my emotional stuff, I’ll handle it on my own.”

“You don’t have to though.” She said, “I mean I know your secret now, and I'm pretty good listener.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t.”

“I’m just under a lot of pressure right now. Everything is different now, some people are older some people aren’t, I had to move and start school over. And now people are asking me if I’m going to be the next Iron Man, and I don’t know how to answer that, how am I supposed to be the next iron man? He sacrificed himself to save the universe, how do you ever live up to that?” He sighed, “I’m trying to pick up the pieces of my own life, and I’m not ready to save the world yet. I just want to be okay at first but now I have all this responsibility and ‘ all coming at my too fast. I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and it’s crushing me.”

MJ Nodded.

“And on top of all that-” Peter trailed off, tears falling down his face. “I miss Tony. I miss him so much, I want him to be here right now to tell me what to do, or give me a hug and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need him to be here because I can’t do this on my own. I’m not strong enough.”

Instead of saying anything, MJ pulled him into a hug. Both of them stood up, and she pulled him tightly to her chest, as he cried and the two of them stood like that for what felt like forever. “Very valid reasons, to be throwing up in the middle of the opera.” She said, not letting go. “Look Peter, I don’t my opinion probably doesn’t mean much but you are one of the strongest people I know, I mean everything you’ve been through already-when there’s a problem in front of you you always know how to solve it. Your going to be okay. And I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” He pulled away from her, and wiped his eyes. “Sorry I’m kind of a mess.”

“We’re all a mess, it’s just no one wants to talk about it. Grief is complicated Peter, when my mom died I was a wreck and if we’re being totally honest here I haven’t been really able to connect with people the same way since. I feel like everyone I get close to is just going to slip through my fingers, and I'm going to be left alone. And then we all died, and I’m scared of leaving again and I’m scared of people leaving me-” She said in rapid succession, “Woah, I have never said any of that out loud before.”

“Sorry about your mom.” Peter said, “I didn’t know that, Just for the record, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here for you no matter what happens, I’m not leaving.” He paused, and debating revealing his other secret, “Look MJ there’s something I need to tell you-”

“Peter-”

“Something you probably can’t guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I like you, I like you a lot. You are funny, and so much smarter than me, and you are a great friend and an amazing listener. I just needed to say that. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way-”

MJ grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “I don’t make it a habit of getting close to people, but I like you too, and I’d kiss you but you just spent like ten minutes throwing up.”

“Oh yeah totally forgot about that.” Peter smiled awkwardly. They stared at each other for a while, “So what now?”

“Do you feel any better?” She asked him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, “I feel a lot better, I think talking about it really helped my stomach.”

“Well we’ve got some time left in the show so we can just sneak into the back, you can get some sleep and then when we get back to the hotel I’m going to watch you drink at least two bottles of water to make up for all that puking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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logangarfield · 6 years

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make me choose: @sunshine96love asked: ↳ Holding up peace signs or running hands through hair

#make me choose #gifs #tom holland #tom holland gifs #marvel cast gifs #marvel cast #marvel #peter parker #spideman #spider-man #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man: far from home

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omg-thenonehoideadme · 5 years

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Spiderverse fancast.

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peterspizzashirt · 5 years

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Some of y'all about to be real mad at me... but it must be said

There is no taking sides over the whole Sony/Marvel situation. Both companies had reason to want more/ leave the contract and both companies only care about how much money they make...

If I were marvel and was only earning 5% from a movie I helped produce, advertise, fund, etc. I'd want to get 50% of the profits as well, considering a lot of the money comes from marvel fans, not to mention characters Sony DOESN'T own are in the movie and they are making money off of them too.

However I also see why Sony, wouldn't want to split the profit 50/50 when prior to that they got 95% percent of the profits, and with disney/marvel being BILLIONS of dollars richer than Sony, it wouldn't seem fair to split 50/50 on a character Sony owns.

Bottom line is both companies have legit reasons, but they both probably care more about money than their fans

#savespiderman #savespidermanfromsony #save spiderman #sony #marvel #disney #tom holland #spideman #sony vs marvel #marvel vs sony #disney vs sony #sony vs disney #sony spiderman #the amazing spiderman #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tony stark #mcu spiderman

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thepatricktreestump · 6 years

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My Entire World: Tom Holland imagine

A/N: i wrote this one for @fuckyou-imspiderman co-author thingy but i decided to post it on my personal so they can just reblog it from here to keep things easy and so i can see which of y’all are my tom holland stans haha

ask: could you do a imagine were you are the person playing peter parkers love interest in spiderman hoco 2 and it's time for the kiss with tom and you get all nervous. you chose the ending bc i'm a indecisive person and can't chose a ending. thank you - @graceisobsessed

As soon as you saw the role, you knew you just had to audition. You had been a Marvel fan for literally years, and for as long as you could remember, you found yourself staying up late at night flipping through comics or re-watching one of the movies. You were so close to getting the role of MJ in the first movie, but the director had told you that there was a “slight change of plans” and you were moved to an extra instead. Which sucked. But you couldn’t really be mad, because of all actresses, they picked Zendaya to fill your spot. And well, Zendaya was, Zendaya. So instead, you took a deep breath and grit your teeth, playing as one of the people in the background silently. That was, until you realized that they were coming out with a second movie, and for some reason, she wasn’t available for filming, and they were taking new actresses for the part. You knew deep down that MJ stood for Mary Jane Watson, Spider-Man’s future love interest and wife. That meant extra screen time as the trilogy went on, as well as big bucks, especially now that you’d be filling someone like Zendaya’s shoes.

With lots of luck, you scored the role, beaming ear to ear upon hearing the news. You were ecstatic to be part of the main cast this time around and made it a priority to make the crew proud. You showed up early to script readings and interviews and meetings, being sure that you memorized all your lines and listened to critiques. Working with everyone was so much fun, especially Tom. He was so sweet and lighthearted, had a great sense of humor, and always kept his head up, no matter how many times it took to shoot a scene. Your makeup team was doing some touch ups when he came waltzing over, sporting the red and blue spiderweb covered suit, lazy smile on his face.

“What did you think?” he asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Did you see? I got it in just a couple takes!”

“I saw,” you giggled. “You did really well.”

“They didn’t even have to pull in my stunt double!” Tom explained. “I just- pew, pew, shoot, shoot, roll, roll- you know? Awesome!” He made overexcited hand motions along with his ridiculous silly sound effects, making you only laugh even more. He was like a little puppy bouncing around, wide eyed and eager to tell you everything.

“You did really good,” you complimented. “I’m proud of you.”

“P-proud of me?” he raised an eyebrow, flustered, slight blush rising to his cheeks. “Well gosh, thanks y/n. Haha, you did a really good job too!”

“Thanks,” you give a small grin. “Ready to turn in for the day? I think we have only one more scene to wrap up and then we’re done. Well, until tomorrow. God we have to wake up so early for that one take.”

“Ugh I know,” he groans. “But hey, you’ll be there! And I will too! So we can just suffer together, you know?”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, stifling a chuckle. “Come on, let’s get this last scene so I can take a nap.”

Shooting the scene wasn’t too bad, and after a couple of takes, they handed you the parts you’d be doing tomorrow and sent you home. Tom gave you a happy wave before taking off into his ride, and you nodded with a smile, then plopped the script in the shotgun seat and began to drive home. You stopped at a red light, then heard your phone buzz, picking it up and beaming when you read the text. It was from Tom, and he was thanking you for putting up with him during filming today. You laughed aloud as you quickly began to explain to him through typing that he didn’t have to say such things because you enjoyed being around him, then hit send before the light turned green.

There was something about him that you couldn’t help but love. Maybe it was how his laughter was contagious, his smile made your stomach fill with butterflies, and every time he complimented you, your heart skipped a beat. But you could never tell him -or tell anyone, for that matter. It was one thing to have a crush on a celebrity, but to have a crush on a celebrity that you knew personally and were working with? No way. It would be the end for you embarrassment wise, create a weird vibe between your coworker, and if the media got wind of it, millions of articles and tabloids and tweets. It would just be a mess, and you liked Tom too much as a friend to ever lose him just over a silly crush.

You were folding your laundry at home when you caught eye of your phone flashing his name across the screen, requesting for a Facetime call. Sometimes you would text or call, and even Facetime. Especially since you had a lot of shooting time together, you guys had bonded and created a great friendship, so it wasn’t awkward or just business. In fact, you liked to just have conversation or even read through the script for the next day for extra practice. Upon picking up your phone, you found yourself rolling your eyes, wondering what he might want this time, and then accepted it upon fixing your hair in the screen for a couple seconds. “Hey! What’s up?” you greeted, cheery. As much as you sometimes tried, you still couldn’t match his enthusiasm and classic sunshine smile.

“Nothing much. I just had a snack and decided to play some video games,” he explained. He seemed anxious, but you didn’t know about what. “Thought I’d call you up. And you?”

“Folding laundry,” you waved a sweater onto the screen and he smiled.

“By far being much more responsible and productive than I am,” he teased.

“Yeah I haven’t even read the script for tomorrow yet,” you admitted, and that’s when he scratched back of his head, something you realized he did when he was hesitant about something.

“Well uh, that’s kind of the next question I was about to ask you,” he gave a nervous laugh and you raise an eyebrow, curious. Although both of you had already skimmed and read the entire script at the first few meetings before production, you were sure there wasn’t anything to be too nervous about besides certain stunts or tricky scenes.

“Why? Did they change something last minute?” you asked.

“Oh! No, not at all,” he reassured. “It’s just uh, I don’t know, it’s really stupid. I’m like a school boy getting all worked up over this, gosh.”

“Oh,” you turn red at the realization. “It’s the kiss scene, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he let out another nervous laugh and looks away. “I don’t know, just thought that I’d give you a heads up. In case you wanted to bring me a mouthwash or something tomorrow.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed playfully at his joke. “You are such a clown, Tom!”

“Sorry, bad joke,” he let out a giggle, something genuine, which made you smile. However, you weren’t at ease at all. The idea of kissing him tomorrow still lingered in the back of your mind.

“So uh, you want to do it in one take?” you offered and he blinked, confused. “I mean, so you don’t have to make it uncomfortable or whatever, I don’t know-” you began to ramble on and he frowned.

“Oh, I mean, I guess,” he stammered. “If you want to, I mean, I wouldn’t want you to have to kiss me any more times than you already have to.”

“Right,” you regretted the word as soon as it left your mouth. No! Now he thought you probably hated him.

“Okay,” he looked a little bummed but clouded it with a fake smile. You felt weird inside. Did you offend him by accident? You cringed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know this is weird-” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, it’s okay,” he insisted. “Your boyfriend would probably get angry at me anyways. I’m the one who called, I’m sorry I made it awkward, uh, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” He speaks so fast you can barely even respond and before you know it he’s gone.

You sigh, frustrated and exhausted by the conversation. You didn’t mean it that way. And why would he mention your boyfriend? You didn’t even have a boyfriend! Did he know that? The sudden thought came to you. Both of you hadn’t mentioned your love lives, no wonder he was probably so nervous for the scene. If only he knew you liked him, that would make things a hundred times worse. Maybe it was better to fake a relationship, for Tom’s sake. But at the same time, you were so head over heels for him, you couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else.

When you showed up the next day to set, Tom was in a corner on his phone, another nervous tick you recognized he did, avoiding eye contact with others by scrolling through his Instagram. “Hey,” you approached him, swallowing down your anxiety. “Ready for the big shoot today?”

“Yup,” he smiled, looking up from his phone. He looked confident, cheery, happy. Maybe you were wrong about your assumption. “How about you?”

“If I’m honest, I’m kind of nervous,” you admitted. “I haven’t really kissed a whole lot of people before.”

“Well I’m right with you on that one,” he smiled. “So we can learn together, right?”

“Wait. Really?” you tilted your head to the side, confused. “But you’re like, the whole eye candy you know? Girls go wild for you.”

“Doesn’t mean they want to date me,” he shrugged. “No matter how many people tweet that they do, they don’t really know me you know? If that makes any sense.”

“I guess,” you hummed. “But I’m sure even if they did, they still would.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head.

“But you’re funny,” you argued. “And sweet, and handsome, and caring, and amazing, and you’re so much fun to be around and-”

“Guys! Get on set! Time to film!” the director shouted. “We don’t have time to blab! We have to get going!”

“U-uh okay,” Tom stuttered out, still shocked by your words.

You were ushered into your proper places for the makeup and costume crew to get a start on getting you ready and in a couple minutes you met Tom in front of the set where you were about to film. Both of you didn’t say anything except exchanged nervous smiles and stood where they instructed and went over lines until you heard the director tell you it was time to film. A nervous feeling bubbled up inside of your stomach, making you feel queasy.

“Superpowers or not, I still care about you,” you recited the line as you had memorized, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek as the script had instructed. You knew it was wrong to think about it romantically in reality, but you couldn’t help it. You liked him so much you just wanted this so bad, and to finally have it, scripted or not, felt like a dream.

“You do?” his expression softened.

“Of course,” you whispered. “I’ve always cared about you, Peter.”

“I thought you hated me MJ,” he confessed. “I didn’t think that you’d ever-”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Peter,” you rolled your eyes, interrupting him in perfect time. You were about to lean in for the kiss when the director interrupted.

“Cut!” he shouted. “Hold up, I want some more emotion. Some more action, alright? Tom, maybe some more surprise? Y/n, a little more passion? Okay, let’s take that again.”

You cleared you throat, a bit flustered, then returned to your original position, waiting to hear your signal. “Superpowers or not, I still care about you,” you repeated the line, staring into his eyes, putting a hand up to reach his face when he surprised you, catching your wrist.

“Scripted or not, do you care about me?” his expression softened once again, but this time, much more genuine.

“W-what?” you stuttered, taken aback.

“Cut! Hey guys, not on the script!” the director called out, but Tom shook his head.

“I’m sorry I can’t do this without trying to fool myself that it’s real,” he insisted. “I need you to tell me, not MJ, but you y/n. I need you to tell me. Do you really care about me? Enough to kiss me even if it isn’t scripted or acted or anything? Do you like me the same way I like you?”

“Tom-” your voice got caught in your throat.

“It’s okay if you don’t, but I just need to know,” he told you. “Please.”

“Guys we really don’t have time for this!” the director insisted but you ignored everyone else in the room and kissed him, right then and there, pressing his lips to yours, his entire face turning bright red. You pulled away, your face turning the exact same shade.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I do care about you, Tom. So much. So very much.”

“Really?” he broke out into a huge smile. “For real?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “Definitely.”

“Can we please just get on with the-”

“Yes!” both of you cut the director off with a burst of giggles. “Yeah, yeah, we can!”

“Alright,” he groaned. “Come on, lovebirds. This shot better be good.”

And it was. Every single take you put as much passion into it as you could, and so did Tom. The directors and crew were all for it, and even at sometimes had to pull you two apart because you sort of got lost in the moment. It felt like the best day of your life, like you could do anything in the entire world. “Want to hang out after shooting today?” you gave a small smile.

“Want to?” he raised his eyebrows. “More like need to.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes. “Good to know.”

“And hey,” he poked you in the arm playfully. “You know I’ve always felt this way about you, alright? It’s not just cause of the kiss scene today. I really do care about you.”

“As do I,” you smiled. “There’s always been something about you, Tom. And I’ve been so scared to tell you how I truly feel, because I was terrified deep down that you’d never feel the same way.”

“Well lucky you,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Because I do. I feel the exact same way if not more.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “It means the world.”

“You,” he looked into your eyes, giving a small smile. “You are my entire world.”

“Thanks,” you mouthed.

“Now come on,” he nudged you softly. “We still have a couple more scenes to go.”

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