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I just found out that there are more of these clips of cap in homecoming and I haven’t stopped laughing since 😂
downey — tom h.
author’s note: omg i literally still don’t know how to use this stupid site after 4 years :( but hiiii! this is my first hc and it’s actual trash but i need to post something ! thank you so much for reaaading *finger guns*
being the eldest daughter of robert downey jr definitely had it’s fair share of pros and cons
you loved your father to death but he sure was a piece of work
you were three years into university and you’ve managed to pull through the sixty-two daily mental breakdowns to continue your major
you visit your dad on set every now and then
sometimes just to catch up with him before you head to work, or to finish up on some studying
one day you went to set and were sitting with your dad in his trailer laughing at one of his corny jokes, eating stale left over donuts you took from work
when there was a knock on the side of his trailer and in walked a greek god tom holland
“hey rob are you ready to run lines- oH hello sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt”
you smiled at him and let him know it was alright before introducing yourself
“i’m y/n downey”
he started to freak because his movie dad’s daughter was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen
“i’m tOM HOLLAND”
you bit your lip in attempt not to laugh at his awkwardness
which was not a good idea because now he couldn’t stop staring at your lips
giving your dad a kiss on the cheek, you didn’t catch the look he was giving tom
“see you later daddy, bye tom!”
a couple months went by and you had started visiting your dad a lot more frequently
he didn’t think anything of it, liking that he got to see you more often
“i’ve got to head to work now daddy, i’ll see you tomorrow okay?”
“you got here twenty minutes ago”
“yeah, i’m just not feeling too good, sorry!”
you’d give him a quick kiss on the cheek and practically sprint out of his trailer
taking a turn to the right, you made sure he saw you head in the direction of the exit
waiting a couple seconds, you crouched below the windows so he couldn’t see you, and ran to another familiar trailer
knocking spastically on the door, you giggled when tom finally opened it and anything but picked you up and dragged you inside
it had been about a week since you’d seen tom because his call times had been a little different lately
but they were back to the same as your dad’s now so you could finally see him without raising suspicion
he sat you up on the counter of his mini trailer kitchen and you smiled, running your hands through his curls
he just stood between your legs, his hands rubbing soothing circles on the small bit of exposed skin where your tshirt rode up
tom rested his head in your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the side of it and you closed your eyes in content
you felt him smile into your neck and you ran your hands through his hair again
“i wanna tell my dad”
you felt him tense and his smile fall slightly
he lifted his head from your neck and his eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly
“wh-what? why whwhy?”
“i’m sick of sneaking around with you. i want to be able to kiss you and not look over my shoulder in fear of someone seeing us”
you could tell that he was thinking hard and you lifted your hand to smooth out the crease in his brow
“why are you so against telling him anyway? i’m twenty, tom. i can be with whoever i want to”
“it’s not that, it’s just that it’s been a couple months. something might come up, let’s just wait a little longer baby”
your hand fell from his face and your lips parted slightly
“you don’t think we’ll last? that’s it?”
you chuckled sarcastically, pushing him back softly, jumping off the counter
“why are we even bothering if you’re already having doubts?”
“nonono bbaby no that’s not what i meant”
“it sure sounded like it”
“i’m sorry, darling. i just, i don’t know. i don’t know”
“let me know when you figure it out”
you shook your head softly, heading towards his trailer door
you felt tom softly grab your arm and you were about to pull out of his grip before he spun you to face him and pressed his lips against yours
melting into his mouth, your hands had a mind of their own, tangling into his curls as he pulled you closer to him
his hands were on your waist as one of yours that was tugging on his hair trailed down his neck
pulling away for air, you shook your head in annoyance at how he could just kiss you and you’d be putty in his hands
“you are the most beautiful, intelligent, down to earth woman i’ve ever met. if the telling your dad is the small price i have to pay to keep you forever baby, i’ll go to his trailer myself”
you giggled, pressing a swift kiss to his lips. he leaned in to deepen it before you heard someone clearing their throat behind you
leaping away from each other, tom ran his hand through his hair, trying to flatten the damage you did to it
“hi daddy”
this was such trash where was i even gOING WITh this
Cheating - Peter Parker
Warning: one (maybe two) swear word, but other than that it’s fine!
Life in the Avengers tower was normal. Well, as normal as it could be in a tower filled with Earth’s mightiest heroes. Things were finally settling down after the events of the ‘civil war’ as it was referred as, the inhabitants of the tower becoming used to being around each other again and the ever-present tense atmosphere slowly dispersing as interactions became more frequent and more amicable. It still wasn’t entirely unusual to hear a few arguments from time to time, but even the Avengers weren’t expecting to hear shouting this intense anymore, especially from the two people no one thought even knew how to argue with each other.
As the youngest Avengers, Peter and (Y/N) instantly grew close to each other, bonding over school problems and the struggle to balance normal life and their lives as heroes amongst numerous other things. As a result of time, and numerous not-so-subtle nudges from the other Avengers, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and had been happily dating for the last year. Their relationship was a refreshing change for the rest of the Avengers, even Sam had to admit that. The two of them were almost always together, laughing at some random joke or speaking quietly to each other about lord knows what, and they reminded the others of the things they were fighting for.
The happy couple had never argued about anything more serious than the best ice cream flavour, a subject that still causes conflict between the two. Nevertheless, it seemed that nothing could ever tear the two apart. That idea started to crumble in the minds of Earth’s mightiest heroes when they heard shouting coming from the room the two of them had been in for the last 30 minutes.
“You cheated! How could you? You promised you wouldn’t!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out loudly. In the kitchen the rest of the group were sitting, looking at each other in a mixture of confusion and concern for the couple.
“Babe, no! I swear I didn’t cheat!” Peter replied quickly, trying to appease his girlfriend’s anger.
“Oh get fucked Parker!” At that they group in the kitchen decided it was time to intervene before the situation got too out of hand.
“Alright, everybody calm down, what’s going on?” Tony led the group into the room, all of them prepared to have to stop some sort of fight. The two teenagers twisted around from their spots on the floor, each sitting on their own bean bag.
“Peter’s a big fat cheater, that’s what’s going on!” (Y/N) exclaimed, making Peter throw his hands in the air.
“For the last time, I didn’t cheat! The blue shell is a perfectly valid tactic!” (Y/N) glared at Peter.
“What the hell are you two arguing about?” Tony asked, the group still completely in the dark about the cause of the dispute between the youngest Avengers.
“Peter blue-shelled me!”
“He what?” Natasha asked.
“(Y/N)’s angry that I won the race because I used a blue shell on her when she was in first place.” Peter explained.
“I still have no idea what they’re talking about.” Bruce muttered to Steve and Sam.
“Would one of you please explain what is going on, using normal English so that the rest of us can understand?” Steve asked, his facial expression displaying his growing exasperation at the still undetermined nature of the situation.
“I won at Mario Kart and (Y/N)’s annoyed because she was winning and then she wasn’t.” Peter explained, causing the group of adults to roll their eyes and sigh at the teenagers, realising that there was no real conflict happening and that they had left the comfort of their seats in the kitchen for nothing.
“Okay, well, I’m going back to my coffee.” Clint said, heading out the door, the others following him out except for Tony who stayed behind momentarily to look at the pair again, before chuckling to himself and finally following the others out, muttering something along the lines of “young love” under his breath.
As the door closed, the two remaining occupants of the room turned to look at each other. A moment of silence passed, before they broke it by breaking into laughter. Peter gently tugged on (Y/N)’s arm, prompting her to lean down to rest her head on his lap, his fingers automatically going to her hair.
“ ‘m sorry babe.” Peter muttered, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” The girl replied, a smile crossing both of their faces. “But next time I’m going to absolutely wreck you, mark my words.”
“Whatever you say babe.” Peter replied, smiling softly at the girl in his arms.
In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, even the game on the TV becoming a distant memory, as they fully relaxed into each other and entered into a state of pure contentedness in the presence of the one they loved.
Peter Parker - Homework
Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”
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Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.
“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”
“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.
“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.
“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.
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Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.
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“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”
Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”
“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.
You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.
“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.
“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”
Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.
“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.
“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”
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BONUS:
Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.
“Hey Pete?”
“Hmm?”
“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”
“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh
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