I Feel Like If Theres Any Return Of Past Spider-man, Its Probably Only Going To Be Tobey Due To How It

i feel like if there’s any return of past spider-man, it’s probably only going to be tobey due to how it all went down with andrew (which makes me depressed as fuck)

what happened to your wattpad account?

wym?? my @‘s different now if that’s what happened. i updated the link now if that’s what it was

best player, best bet.

pairings. hockey!jj maybank x fem!reader, hockey!rafe x fem!reader

part two of four.

about. jj makes a proposition and reader is unsure

part one, part two, part three

warnings. not my gif, swearing, short chap

ricky rocks. yuh, school sucks ass

“i want to make another bet with you.”

“maybank, you have to be about the dumbest person i know if you think-”

“hold on, hear me out.”

jj had driven you all the way out to north carolina’s end and virginia’s state beginning. the two of you were shoved into a booth across from one another that looked out over the splitting concrete of the parking lot jj had his truck parked in. snow begun to slowly fall and you felt chills crawl up your spine as you thought of the small, but cold snowflakes piling up for winter’s beginning.

jj slid his hot plate of fries toward you. you glanced down at the before looking back up to up to him. he had his forearms pressed against the table, slightly rubbing his finger tips against the sticky green surface, silver ring gleaming in the snowy late afternoon light. his face was slowly clearing from his summer tan despite obx always being sunny and the hair peaking out from beneath his snapback hat was turning darker from its usual sunny blonde.

he always looked good and it made you nervous.

“i know you want the best player award,” he mumbled, “and i know you won’t win it unless i step down.”

you raised your brows, waiting for him to emphasize.

“i’m already set, i know i’ll get a scholarship even without a piece of paper—or trophy that says i’m good,” your lip twitched at the sound of his slight bragging while he now clasped his hands on the sticky table. “you’re good at the game, like really good, but half the scouts are too misogynistic to allow themselves to notice it, y/n.”

your lips were pressed into a thin line, slightly caught off guard by his words despite you already knowing all of this. it was just strange hearing it from his mouth.

“what do you want in return?”

he smiled slightly, glancing down at his hands like he was embarrassed for even asking, “i need a date.”

you inhaled sharply, “to what?”

“ward’s hosting a party, or not so much a party but a get together that’s supposed to reel scouts in for a better chance of me and the team getting offers,” you glanced to the side, suddenly remembering when ward had done the same thing with rafe. it was a complete shit-show due to rafe still being knee deep in his coke addiction. “ward wants me to get a date because it puts out a better image and said it doesn’t matter who just as long as they have a pretty smile and can clean up nice.”

“so you want me... to be your date?” you were taken aback, leaning slightly away from him in your seat.

“you have a pretty smile, don’t you?” you inhaled sharply, causing his smile to increase, “relax, puck bunny, i really only chose you because your ass isn’t so bad to look at.”

you rolled your eyes, now shaken from your slight shock, “alright, asshole-”

“we have a deal or not?”

°•

“no, no deal,” rafe shakes his head as he scrapes the last of the pork from yesterday’s dinner onto his plate, “you haven’t even ‘repaid’ the last bet, so why add onto your debt?”

you watched him arranged and work around your kitchen while he spoke. your hands were folded and your posture was straight as you thought hard about this. you had left jj with the answer of ‘i’ll think about it’ just as he had dropped you off at home—and of course, you had to question rafe on the situation even as you already knew what his answer would be, which was—

“it’s stupid,” he shook his head once more, “knowing my father, he probably already has a girl lined up for him.”

“oh c’mon,” you slightly popped your lip out as he turned to face you and set his full plate at the island, “do you think they have as pretty as a smile as i do.”

rafe was silent for a minute, examining your face before scoffing in amusement, shaking his head, “don’t start.”

“what?”

“you know,” he shrugged, “i would’ve thought you were smarter than to fall for a guy who calls you pretty like once.”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes before leaning forward on one your elbows, while reaching for one of grapes on rafe’s plate, “why’s ward even throwing this party anyways?”

he shrugged, “your new boyfriends really good, better than me, and knowing my father, he’ll take anything that benefits him. and jj seems to have a benefiting future ahead of him.”

°•

y/n: deal

jj maybank: ?

y/n: i’ll take your deal, but if you pull anything, i’ll punch you and the deals off

jj maybank: anything for you hockey puck

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I didn't enjoy Andrew's Spiderman, but if that's the reason then I'll be sad as well. Though it might be Andrew who doesn't want to come back after the way they treated him.

yeah i’ll be pretty sad too tbh. i read another article where he said he wouldn’t be coming back because they didn’t even call him about the roll, so if this is true, i’ll be sad.

god, forgive me

pairings: louis partridge x named!reader

part one of n/a parts.

about. head boy and girl gets deemed and you’re just about out of your mind

prologue, one

warning/s. drugs, swearing, and fire

ricky rocks. n/a

the morning air broke in clouded breaths as louis stepped out in the private courtyard, the cold eating away at his skin while he still only wore his blue stripped pajama pants and the tight white tee shirt he wore every night.

it was nice to breathe like that, the cold air traveling down your throat, the feeling of pins and needles forming right where his adam's apple was, almost as if he was suffocating, causing a sharp inhale.

it was things like that that made louis feel alive, pain in breathing. pain in living.

"top of the morning to ya," the sound of an english accent from a young female voice caused him to pause in his breathing exercises, but relax once more upon realizing the voice resonated from enya, well presented in her uniform that was ironed for once.

he allowed his shoulders to relax before studying her better with an arched brow, taking a second glance. his eyebrows fully furrowed as he watched her search through her pockets for something, her hair swooping close to the side of her face in an escape from behind her ear.

she looked clean, he didn't mean shower clean, but presentable-going-all-out clean. like he had analyzed before, her plaid skirt, blouse, and navy blue blazer seemed to be nicely ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. something very unusual due to enya usually only picking out an outfit from her dorm floor out of rush from waking up late every morning.

and another thing, she was actually wearing her blazer, which was something she never did no matter how cold days got. she liked flaunting the thin white fabric dress shirt that made it easy to see underneath. it filled her ego like a balloon, she liked when people stared. so wearing something that covered that all up was very strange for enya.

"early morning cig?" she held a cigarette up in the air with her eyebrows raised and he hesitantly took it with the one hand that wasn’t stuffed in his pajama pants. confusion still stained his face while he soon leaned forward, allowing her to light it between his chapped lips.

"why do you look nice?" he mumbled, the stick of paper slightly muffling his speech.

"they initiate top girl today," she stuffed her lighter back into her skirt pocket, replying plainly as if expecting that question.

"and you think you're gonna get chosen?" louis rose his eyebrow, internally laughing a bit at the thought, to which she scowls at him and his smirk.

"no, genius, they already picked someone," she gives him a 'duh' look, with her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes glaring at him as he continued to keep an amused expression, "i'm just a candle holder."

"a candle holder?"

louis had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"yeah... you'll be there," she dumbfounds, waving him and the traveling smoke escaping past his lips off. she frowned as she did so and he knew it was because she so desperately wanted to smoke but probably didn’t want the smell to seep into her clothes anymore than it already was. "top boy should be getting introduced and initiated as well."

"yeah, well i haven't heard," he dips his head suddenly in irritation, scratching the back of his neck as the nervous tick he had kicked in, thinking of the letter he had received about a week ago addressing the topic of.. top boy.

it made enya narrow her brows to his odd tone of voice, watching and waiting for him to look back up at her. and when he does, his eyes are squinting and avoiding hers.

"no way," she inhaled sharply, a grin consuming her face once in dawned upon her. "no fucking way!" he already cringed at the sound of the excitement and tease already twined into her voice, "you're top boy aren't you?"

the seconds of silence was already enough of an answer, but she wanted him to say it.

"something like that..."

"no way!" her faced scrunched and she raised an accusing finger, “you are such a dork!”

“shut up, candle holder,” he spat, his shoulder dipping low against the brick building. “it’s not like i chose this oh-so-honoring role.”

“whatever man,” she smiled harder, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she seemed to stare at him with a more taunting gaze, “you’re still top boy.”

he rolled his eyes.

“what’s all this ruckus?”

both their heads raised to a slouched finn who had his hands stuffed in his christmas pajama pants. he was an off putting sight for six in the morning with his large cardigan draped over his shoulders and darkened eyes filled to the brim of stress and longing of sleep ruined by his frantic roommate, josh.

finn almost swore sleep still filled his mind as he did a double take on enya, a frown quickly etching into his face as he almost raises his hand to express his confusion, “you look weird.” he takes a moment to ponder whether or not to read deeper into it, and decided yes, “the fuck is on your face?” his head tilts and leans closer to her own complexion while taking note to the gleaming product on her lips that made them look puffier and more.. obvious. something he concludes as clear lip gloss. “weirdo,” he steps away and continues his trail next to louis.

enya frowns, glaring at louis who raises his hand to rub his mouth, attempting to cover the smile on his face, but failed as a sound of stifled laughter seeped past his lips, “they’re crowning head girl and head boy today.”

finn doesn’t seem to be listening as he’s lighting his own cigarette before mumbling, “that shits today?” he drops his lighter in his cardigan pocket before taking a long drag, “you the understudy or something, enya, in case she doesn’t show?”

“oh for god sake,” she rolled her eyes with an exasperated huff, “i’ll see you guys later,” she turns as they nod her off before suddenly pausing, a snide smile filling her cheeks, "i'll see you up there partner," she flicks her wrist to louis, lightly hitting his chest before walking away with a grin still on her face.

“what’s she on about?” finn narrowed his brows while continuing to puff on his cigarette. louis could only shrugged, looking to his feet before back up to finn.

“she probably inhaled fumes while ironing her uniform today.”

°•

the moment you woke up your hand took ahold of your lighter out of instinct, squinting as bright light that consumed your body like a blanket and practically ate away at your eyes.

“chicago,” odessa gripped your dorm room door open, a frown on her face as she drunk in your ratty hair and wrinkled and loosely worn clothes from the day before. her chest tightened and she felt like shit as she asked a question the answer was so clear to, “did you forget?”

you rubbed your eyes from sleep, squinting up at the disoriented looking girl without much of a thought as to why she looked like that, “what?”

“top girl initiation, dumbass,” she walked deeper into your room, marching to the closet where she pulled out a pre-ironed shirt and blazer, practically throwing them your way while walking to your dresser in search of a skirt. “while you were getting high yesterday, they were going through a rundown on all the jobs. and because you weren’t there,” odessa huffs before throwing a skirt at you as you stripped from your day old uniform and shimmied into the clean, “you were deemed candler holder.”

“what, was i not pretty enough to be deemed ‘top girl’?” you stifled a laugh as you stretched your arm into the blue blazer slowly out of the soar bones screaming through your movement.

“you aren’t sober enough,” odessa almost whispers sadly before chucking a tie your way, then marching for the door. “get your shit together and then go to the main hall. you’re already late.”

°•

louis’ mind eased in and out of tension as father george spoke that morning sermon. his voice was low and it made louis feel sick to stomach at how unnerving it wavered throughout the main hall with a slight echo. he estimated he had another two minutes before he’d rip his head off.

being deemed top boy was the stupidest thing louis had ever heard of, especially in front of his airhead friends who all just ate away at this sort of thing. not because it was an honor, but because it was relatively.. embarrassing and really excessive.

him being anxious did not go unnoticed, especially when he couldn’t sit still; bumping his knee up and down, adjusting and readjusting his placement on the hard pews, fiddling the buttons of his dress shirt- it was obvious, especially to josh ovalle who was all too familiar with anxiety.

his elbow shot against louis’ ribs, making him almost jump. josh tried his best to be subtle about it; sneaking his hand into his dress pants before bringing it back into view between him and louis, to reveal two white tablets that louis very well knew were painkillers.

he wasn’t one for taking drugs, especially unprescribed and heavily influential drugs. he wasn’t about that even though half his friend group did just for the hell of it.

it was something josh never understood, especially since louis was as depressed as they got. with shit parents, shit luck, and a shit gene system of inherited disorders, he was bound to fuck himself up and over, but he never really did. it was something he always tried to prevent, never wanting to end up exactly like his shit father.

that’s why he was hesitant before actually taking ahold of the two white tablets and popping them in his mouth quickly, dry swallowing them as fast as he could in hopes relief would consumes him sooner rather than later.

°•

it took you a lot longer to get to the main hall than odessa anticipated.

you had to have taken ten minutes more than she had originally expected, staggering in with a cough causing eyes to hit you the moment you had fully appeared, swinging through those old pine doors, looking absolutely awful.

eyes red, high out of your mind. clothes disoriented and broken out of there ironed perfection. sweat needling in your hairline as you got a look at the attention put on you.

“are you high?” odessa whispered the best she could once you sat down next to her.

“yeah,” you didn’t even try to hide it as you pressed your lips into a thin line, suppressing a grin full of.. whatever it was that you felt.

she inhaled sharply, shaking her head, not even mumbling a single thing that flew through her mind, because it was exhausting being friends with you; risking everything, including your life 24/7 just for a high that didn’t last long enough, leaving you for your own humiliation.

your high was ruined and you only found yourself zoning out before being shoved onto the low mantled stage with a large gold metal painted staff placed in your hand where a candle sat atop, ready to be lit. you stood from one end of the stage where the newly top girl would soon stand in front of you. across from you. enya, someone you just barely knew, stood with the same staff and posture you had, the only thing was, she looked more presentable.

you grumbled before turning to face the very large crowd of your fellow classmates. some holding blank stares, some seeming anxious as father george continued to speak, bragging on about the high qualities of the next top girl and why she was chosen.

it made you rolled your eyes as you slightly tipped your head back, also becoming anxious and bored, thinking that nothing sounded so great about this next top girl. all the things he listed off seemed like easy qualities to fill, so easy you could probably fill them.

probably not though.

but it didn’t help that the person revealed to be deemed top girl was stacey golifolk with her shiny curled blonde hair and sharp facial structure. it made you roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you glanced at enya who held a similar unimpressed gaze.

the girl smiled with what you could guess was fake joy as she held her hands to her chest, seeming flattered as she made her way up to the stage, waving to no one in particular before reaching eyes with you, suddenly almost scowling before forcing the smile back on and opening her arms, as if to hug you. 

“and you thought it’d be you.”

you weren’t sure if you imagined it. you probably did as she seemed completely unbothered pulling away to claim her crown, but your chest still tightened and you couldn’t help but have kindergarten flashbacks when you were pushed in the mud by someone just like stacey golifolk. it made your mind swarm with hate, making your grip on the candle staff tighten.

you hated her.

that’s why you lit her on fire.

after a cheesy cape was wrapped around her shoulders and crown was placed on her big dumb blonde head, the stage was made hers and she begun to give her miss america speech. she almost finished it too if it weren’t for you slowly lowering the gold staff onto the red cape, allowing it to catch fire.

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