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blythsholland · 2 months

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No More Secrets!

Pairing: Tom Blyth x Actress!reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: You join the cast of TBOSAS, sparks fly between you and Tom, and fans are quick to notice some things.

AN: For the sake of this social media au, let’s pretend spiderman: no way home was being filmed as well!

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thehungergames Rising Star @ youruser has joined the cast for the upcoming Hunger Games prequel: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, lead by Tom Blyth and Rachel Zegler. Character details still unknown. (📸 Getty)

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youruser I’m so happy and excited to join such wonderful cast! 🤍🤍🤍

tomblyth Welcome to the hunger games! 🐍🕊️

↪️ youruser Can’t wait to work with you! 🫶🏻

↪️ user The hands heart emoji… oh I ship it already!

rachelzegler Fans aren’t ready! 👀

userfan If I have to guess, I’d say she’s playing someone from the academy. Maybe even have a relationship with Coryo.

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↪️ youruser You just have to wait and see!🤫

user1 AHHHH IM SO HAPPY. I just know she’s going to be amazing in this!

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youruser That’s a wrap on No Way Home! 🎬 Grateful for this amazing opportunity! Catch me in the FoS crew!!! Iykyk 🕸️🕷️

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zendaya I’m going to miss youuuu 🥺

↪️ youruser I’m gonna miss you too :(

jacobbatalon FoS crew let’s goooooo!! 🤙🏽

tomholland2013 now why would you post that pic of me giving the finger 😂

↪️ youruser your beautiful girlfriend told me to post and I follow orders!

↪️ zendaya you bet I did! sorry love @ tomholland2013 😂🩷

userfan1 FoS?!?!? What does that mean???

user @ userfan1 It means friends of spiderman. If you saw FFH they mention this towards the end!

blythloverrrr This is like the 4th consecutive post Tom has liked of youruser 👀

↪️ youruserfans1 right 👀 apparently he also liked one or two edits of her not too long ago.

↪️ blythloverrrr that’s interesting ✍🏼

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youruserupdates_ @ youruser posted on her story this morning on her way to Berlin . And surprise, a fan spotted Tom Blyth picking her up at the airport. The two of them shared a hug that looked very cozy. 👀

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blythloverrrr that’s a cozy hug indeed. ✍🏼

userfan2 relax guys, they’re just friends!

user1 @ userfan2 who’s saying they aren’t?

youruserfans okay but can we acknowledge the fact that he went to pick her up? that’s so sweet!

user23 I ship them idc!!!

user3 him liking almost all her posts, liking some of her edits and now he’s picking her up??? Something is happening idk. 🫢

blythfan can a guy and girl be just friends? let them be!

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tomholland2013 gonna tell Sony to make that pic of me the official poster for nwh 😂

↪️ youruser you’re so unserious 😭

hunterschafer I’m going to meet you as soon as I get on set next week!

↪️ youruser YES PLEASE! 🥹

rachelzegler 🩷🩷🩷 that pic tho, tom can’t never be serious.

lionsgate Coriolanus snow, part time model!

user1 that pic of Tom belongs on an art museum!

blythloverrrr okay but the last pic??? Is everyone seeing this??? 👁️

user123 IS THAT TOM ON THE LAST PIC?? THE HAND HOLD??? THE ROSE???

user Yeah they’re definitely dating, I have no proof but I also have no doubts 👀

tomblyth 🤍🤍🤍

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part 2? 👀

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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months

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Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of needles and injuries, showering with cloths on, mentions of death, mentions of afterlife but no specific religion.

AN: All events of FFH and NWH didn’t happen. Not edited.

It was not until late that night that Peter was once again creeping through the window of his apartment, beat up and bleeding worse than usual. His chest had taken a nasty gash, one that was far too deep for him to heal naturally without any help. So as he stumbled into his dark room the only thing on his mind was the first aid kit Aunt May kept under the bathroom sink.

“You are hurt,” Your voice drifted through the room, seemingly coming from all directions before you appeared on Peter’s bed once again. Peter’s head snapped towards you, eyes fixating on you luminous figure. “Peter, do you need help?”

“Help?” The word felt weird as it came out of his mouth. He had never asked anyone for help after a nasty night, not even May. He paused a moment, leaning on his desk as he tries to catch his breath. “Are you able to help me?”

You nod and get up from your place on the bed. You make your way over to Peter, hoping to take a better look at his wounds since you vaguely remember helping your mother stitch up those who got injured during street fights and could not pay to go to the hospital. “May I see it? The cut on your chest.”

Peter’s eyes lock on yours as the feeling of sudden anxiety washes over him. Despite being a super hero, he doesn’t exactly strip in front of girls and flaunt his muscles. “Uh, isn’t that a bit, personal?” Peter asks, trying to avoid making eye contact with the ghost.

“Peter you are bleeding, you will die if we don’t get you properly cleaned and stitched up.” Your voice is soft, soothing even. You now stand directly in front of Peter, you hand slowly reaching out to examine the wound. He is almost positive your hand will go right through him but it doesn’t. Instead he watches as your hand goes solid, like it did last night when you were playing with the sheets.

His brows scrunch slightly in confusion, “How do you do that? Just make your hands appear I mean.”

You shrug, still fiddling with his suit, checking around the very bloody fabric. “I don’t know, It is like moving my hands or my legs. I just know and my body listens.” You confess, unsure how to answer beyond that. “You are very injured, I need to clean the wound.” You declare, nodding at Peter to strip once again. “Go on, take the costume off and meet me in the bathroom. I will clean you up there.” And with that, you were walking straight through the wall in Peter’s room and into the bathroom.

Peter watched for a moment unsure on whether or not he should follow. Eventually, he reluctantly let his legs carry him out of his room and into the bathroom where he found you waiting for him with the first aid kit laid out on the sink. You turned to face him, eyes once again skimming his body, hinting that the suit had to go. “Do I really need to-“

“Please just remove the suit. You will make things so much easier if you just took the stupid suit off.” Peter eyes you cautiously, surprised that you actually raised your voice at him.

You turn to face him once more, trying to get a better look at his wound. A gasp escaped your lips as he fully stands back up. The size of the gash stretches from the middle of his chest down to his left hip. You quickly turn around, walking over to the shower and turning it on. You make your way back to the skink, checking to make sure you have hydrogen peroxide and ethanol alcohol before facing Peter once more.

You nod towards the running water, “Get in the shower, I will help clean you to prevent infection.”

“Whoa, I know you’re technically dead but you want me to just strip in front of you? I’ve never been naked in front of a girl before! Except for May, but that was before she learned how to knock!” Peter rambled, as he slowly backed away from you.

You roll your eyes, moving towards Peter anyways. “My mother was a home nurse. She would often help hose down patients in the shower. Now take your suit off, leave your underwear on, and get in that shower.” You demand, pulling him back into the middle of the bathroom.

Peter stares at you for a moment, he can still feel the deep cut on his chest bleeding and he admittedly feels pretty weak. Letting out a sigh, Peter removes his suit, laying it down on the counter. “Okay now what?” He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

“Shower.” You state simply, grabbing his hand and dragging him under the water. Your hands slowly work your way up and down his sweaty and dirt caked body, scrubbing off any and all bacteria in the process. Peter couldn’t help but admire your determined face, the way your eyebrows pinched together when you focused on cleaning him up. Your hands felt nice as they worked, doing a great job cleaning him up. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel weird that only your hands were there. The rest of you was still just a prominently transparent figure. It was odd to him the way that water ran right through you. Along with the fact that he could see a fuzzy and distorted looking shampoo bottle right through your middle section.

Peter continues to watch you work, allowing you to rinse him off before shutting off the shower and leading him back into the humid bathroom where you have him sit on the counter. “Why are you doing this?” He asks, genuinely curious as to why you’re so inclined to help him after only knowing each other for about a day.

“You’re hurt, and it’s always been my dream to be a nurse. Since I’m dead, er well, only half alive, this is the closest I’ll get to helping someone.” You reply as you begin to apply the alcohol soaked pad gently to his wound. “Also, I quite like you so far. You let me lay with you despite us being strangers. It hasn’t been easy since my little friend left.”

Peter gives you a small smile, “Right, the little boy who used to live here. What was his name?”

You let out a soft sigh, wishing the young boy wasn’t burned into your mind the way he was. “Elijah,” you say finally, your fingers faltering for just a moment. “But I’d call him Eli for short.”

“You said they left because he was seeing things?”

You nod, grabbing a needle and thread from the kit. “It was my fault they left. He began drawing picture of me at school, telling teachers I was his big sister. He…he was an only child.” You slowly began to sew up the gash, trying your best to go quick so it wouldn’t hurt him too much.

Peter winced at the feeling, nodding his head at your story. “I’m really sorry, Eli left. You know it isn’t your fault, right? I mean, you couldn’t have know that he’d go and tell people or that his parents would move.” Peter offered, gritting his teeth at the pain of the needle.

“No, I didn’t. But I’m still the reason regardless.” You finished the stitch, looking back up into Peter’s eyes. “It’s okay though, you’re here now.” You give him a soft smile, stepping away from his body, giving him room to leave.

Peter hopped off the counter, examining his stitches in the mirror. “Thank you for fixing me. Oh, and also for revealing yourself.”

You let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, I realize seeing me must’ve been a bit shocking. Given you and your aunt have only been moved in for about a month now. Why you here anyways?”

“Well, I moved here for MIT and Aunt May got a raise so we thought it would be nice to move to a safer neighborhood where I go to school.” Peter laughs, realizing the slight irony.

You smile, pushing your hair out of your still ghostly face. “Don’t you like, sneak out and fight crime every night or something?”

“Yeah, Spider-man, your friendly neighborhood superhero!” He beams.

A giggle involuntarily erupts from your throat, “You’re such a dork!”

“And you can actually talk normally.” Peter shoots back. You cock an eyebrow at him, causing his face to flush red. “You sounded so sophisticated before, thought you from the 1800s or something.”

A smile spreads across your face and you look down embarrassed, “No, not from the 1800s. Promise I’m not that old. Since I’m half dead I still age.”

“Really? So how old are you then?” He asks, suddenly intrigued.

“We’ll let’s see,” you hum, trying to recall everything. “I died when I was 11, that was what, 8 years ago?”

“You’re 19?”

“That sounds right.” You nod, letting out a small huff. “And you Spider-Man?”

He’s caught off guard by the question being flipped, “Oh, just turned 20.”

“You’re still living with your aunt ?” You tease, poking his chest lightly.

“I’m in college!” He defends as he throws his hands up. “Also, don’t talk to me about living with my aunt! You’re technically living with her too!”

You roll your eyes, letting another laugh escape your lips. “I guess you got me there bug boy.”

Peter smiles, looking you up and down. “You never did answer my question about why you no longer sound so sophisticated.”

“You didn’t ask it as a question, you stated it. And it’s because I get nervous around people and I freeze up.” You admit, looking over at the still wet shower.

“You get nervous? You’ve watched me strip twice now, got in the shower with me, slept next to me, oh and sewed my chest up.” He looks at you in disbelief, motioning to his practically naked body to prove his point.

“Yeah well, I’m assertive. But still nervous. I don’t know! I just want to go to bed. Let’s go.” You stutter, stepping back through the wall and disappearing.

Peter shuffles to grab his suit, exiting the bathroom and making his way back into his room. “Unfair advantage.” He deadpans, looking over to where you’re already laying on his sheets.

“Hurry up, I want to sleep so when I wake up I’m back in the other world.” You mumble. Closing your eyes as Peter changes into his pajamas.

You feel the bed dip before you hear his voice again. “Other world?” He whispers, shuffling closer to your now fully solid body. You feel his arm slowly wrap around you as he pulls you into his warm body.

“Yes, it is a lovely place. It’s like earth but clean. I live in a small cottage, and just a ways down the road is the city. Where you can buy food and go to the carnival. It’s a place without work, where everything simply runs on its own.” You whisper back, snuggling closer to Peter. “I don’t know why I can’t stay, at least why I don’t get to stay permanently. There are a few of us like that. Bound to walk the earth for 12 out of the 24 hours. That is why I’m gone when you wake. I go back to the other side.”

Peter stares at you in amazement, wishing he could follow you there. “Do you wish you were there permanently?” He asks after a moment.

Your eyes open, locking with his pretty brown ones. “No Peter, I wish I was alive.”

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