I'm 21 years old and TBH I have no clue what I'm doing but currently I have an unhealthy obsession with Tom Holland. So yeah...That's pretty much it...
Fancast for possible “Into the Spider-Verse” live-action movie (not a remake of the animated movie)
1) Tom Holland as Peter Parker / Spider-Man of MCU Earth
2) Tom Hardy as Eddie Brock Jr. / Venom of Venom Earth
3) Caleb McLaughlin as Miles Morales / Ultimate Spider-Man of Amazing Earth (also briefly portrays his non-powered version on MCU Earth)
4) Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker / Spider-Man of Amazing Earth. Only appears near the beginning since he is killed off by Mysterio, leading to Miles taking over.
(so…Andrew Garfield plays the Peter who dies…sorry about that)
5) Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker / Old Man, Dad Bod Spider-Man of Maguire Earth
(also, I pictured a small joke where MCU Peter refers to Tobey Maguire Peter Parker as “Uncle Ben”, implying that MCU Ben Parker would be played by Tobey)
6) Hailee Steinfeld, Stefanie Scott, Chloe Grace Moretz, or Brianna Hildebrand as Gwen Stacy / Spider-Gwen of Spider-Gwen Earth (thank you to @sci-fi-guy2442 for suggesting Brianna)
7) Bill Murray makes a cameo appearance as the voice of Spiders-Man (the Spider-Man made out of spiders)
8) Clive Owen as Peter Parker / Spider-Man Noir of Noir Earth
9) John Mulaney reprises his role as Peter Porker / Spider-Ham
10) I don’t have anyone in mind for Peni Parker. But since I don’t want to leave her out, let’s just imagine that Hollywood did a talent search and found a Japanese child actress for the role.
11) Jake Gyllenhaal reprises his role as Quentin Beck / Mysterio and will be the main villain of the movie (Shattered Dimensions anyone?)
12) Oscar Isaac as Miguel O’Hara / Spider-Man 2099 of 2099 Earth
13) Zendaya as both Michelle “MJ” Jones of MCU Earth and Mary Jane Watson of Spider-Gwen Earth (so it’ll be a dual role)
14) Lin Shaye as Madame Web of all dimensions (like Shattered Dimensions, I’m picturing a scenario where all the Spider heroes are being guided by Madame Web)
15) Maisie Williams cameos as Petra Parker / Spider-Girl / Peter’s gender-flipped counterpart on Venom Earth (MCU Peter asks about his Venom Earth counterpart, who is revealed to be Maisie)
16) Dev Patel as Pavitr Prabhakar / Spider-Man of “Spider-Man: India” Earth
17) J.K. Simmons reprises his role as J. Jonah Jameson on all Earths
18) John Boyega appears in the mid-credits scene as Miles Morales of Venom Earth. This Miles is based on the scarred, ruthless mobster 616 version.
19) Marisa Tomei reprises her role as Aunt May. Also appears as different versions of Aunt May.
20) Donald Glover reprises his role as Aaron Davis / The Prowler (on MCU Earth, he’s just a regular crook, but on Amazing Earth, he’s the Prowler)
Warnings: Minor swearing, mentions of menstruation, brief mentions of sex, sickness, mentions of pregnancy, character feeling anxiety/shock
Word count: 3745
Summary: One too many drinks leads to a night both Tom and Alessia will definitely forget and a morning they will always remember.
A/N: I am so excited to write this series, hopefully I didn’t rush this chapter too much. I was just real eager to get this out there to everyone! Let me know if you enjoy it 😉
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Part one
By the time she made it back to her hotel Alessia had already decided that there was no point in telling her sister who she ended up staying the night with and losing her virginity to. She would never believe it. It was hard enough convincing her that she actually had lost her virginity in the first place, nevertheless with Spider-Man himself.
“What?! You? Had sex? As in done the dirty? Miss ‘I can hardly say the word penis without blushing’,” Sophie had let out incredulously, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Oh my goodness, yes, Soph. Do you have to make it so goddamn embarrassing? Why would I lie to you about this?” Alessia groaned, hands digging into her eyes and legs pacing her back and forth.
“I don’t know! I guess I just didn’t expect my saint of a sister telling me that she lost her virginity on a one night stand whilst completely pissed up the gutter-”
“God, do you have to say it like that?” she interrupted, stopping her pacing mid-stride and staring at her sister dead on, the mortification screaming off her face.
“Hey, that’s what you told me! Just because you don’t want to admit you’re a whore now doesn’t mean that you aren’t one. Somebody has to say it-”
“God, just shut up! Shut up, okay?!” Alessia’s hands shook up and down at each word, her pacing returning with increased intensity.
“Jeez, stop freaking out! This is a normal thing, okay? This is what normal people do. They get drunk, have sex and do the walk of shame the next morning. There’s nothing wrong with that—” Soph explained bluntly, trying to calm her sister back down, despite it having the complete opposite effect. But when a sudden thought crosses her mind, her blabber mouth just couldn’t help but voice it,“—oh my god though, mum is going to freak...”
Alessia’s back snapped rim rod straight and she spun herself right round to her sister, “You will not tell her about this,” she whispered lowly, “don’t you even dare,” her hazel eyes pierced sharply into Soph’s wide round ones, finger pointed menacingly at her face.
The sister put her hands up defensively, “Okay, okay. No need to be so dramatic,” she squeaked, briefly terrified at her older sister’s stone cold gaze.
“Promise me,” she demanded, her eyes struggling to keep out the desperation in them,“ promise me she will never know of this,” she repeated. She knew how her younger sister could be. She couldn’t keep a secret to save her own life. God knows the amount of gossip that girl has revealed to all her friends and family. All the nitty and gritty. She not only loved a bit of drama but she also revelled in it. Alessia just hoped and prayed that she would instil enough fear into the girl to keep this personal info locked away permanently. Most importantly, away from their mother.
“I promise,” she vowed, the sincerest that Alessia had ever seen her be. But yet, she still couldn’t completely trust her.
She just had too big of a mouth.
Two months gone, and so far Sophie had kept to her promise, but Alessia was still hedging her bets. Life returned relatively back to normal; the girls returned home from their Europe trip three days after that fateful morning. And despite feeling like a completely changed woman after her sexual milestone, the world continued to spin around Alessia as it always did. She returned to her comfortable one bedroom flat with the yellow tea stains still imprinted on her carpet, books and coffee cups scattered across the living area from where she first left them because she couldn’t be bothered to tidy them up before her trip. Her bed was made at least, for which she was eternally thankful for as she felt like she needed at least ten years worth of sleep. Jet lag was an absolute bitch she came to saw.
She was back at work two days later, her body clock still out of whack. While it was nice to catch up with all her colleagues and get back into her routine, she found it quite hard to concentrate when she was yawning almost every two seconds. Luckily, her boss was an absolute gem and completely understood how she felt.
“Oo. Jet lag got you good, huh?” Linda inquired sympathetically, her soft wrinkled eyes observing her knowingly.
“Yeah,” Alessia yawned, rubbing briefly at her eyes before returning to snipping the stems of the daffodils laid in front of her, “I was hoping to be adjusted by now, but I guess my body has other ideas.”
Linda nodded understandingly, “I know what that’s like. It took me almost two weeks to start getting back into my normal sleep routine after coming back from Egypt. You just gotta try and push through the urge to fall asleep during the day and wait until night comes. It’s hard, but worth it in the end,” the older lady advised, continuing with her rose arrangements.
“Thanks, I’ll see how I go. Hopefully I’ll stop feeling tired soon. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve pricked myself today because I couldn’t focus. I almost grabbed one of our cactus succulents by mistake instead of the ferns. Now that would’ve been an interesting endeavour,” she joked, her smile sluggish and eyes dragged down by the dark circles underneath them.
Her boss shook her head at the mention of her clumsiness, “You’re a workers comp nightmare, you are,” she teased lightly, pausing slightly to eye her in concern, “just take it easy today, kiddo. Maybe stay away from all the prickly plants, okay?”
Alessia nodded her head silently, gladly taking on her boss’s advice.
It was a trying few weeks going back to work. Although she had started to get a bit more sleep each night, Alessia just couldn’t seem to shake the lingering fatigue that dragged her down every day. It was like all the energy she should’ve gotten from sleep each night was zapped right out of her as soon as she got up on her two legs in the morning.
“You sleeping alright, kiddo?” Linda had asked on one particular sluggish morning.
“Yeah, actually I’ve been sleeping fine now. But for some reason I’ve still been feeling so exhausted,” she expressed glumly whilst checking over orders.
“Oh no, that’s no good,” the silver haired lady tsked, “I hope you’re not coming down with something.”
Alessia paused thoughtfully at her words, “Maybe I am,” she considered, her head tilting slightly to the side, “I have been feeling a bit nauseous lately...”
“Hmm, might be the flu. Nothing a nip of apple cider vinegar can’t fix.”
She rolled her eyes at the older woman, “You and your apple cider vinegar,” she shook her head, “last time you told me it would cure my acne if I rubbed it on my face,” she remarked drily.
“You never know if you don’t try,” Linda sung as she finished tying a bow around a box of natives.
“I think I’ll just check in with my doctor first if it persists. Leave the vinegar as the last resort.”
Her boss clicked her tongue at her, shaking her head disapprovingly, “Stubborn one you are, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of home remedy from time to time,” she defended in a light tone.
“Yeah, well, I might not even need it anyway. This could just blow over any day now,” she pointed out, crossing her fingers in hope.
Unfortunately for Alessia, the nausea and fatigue did not ease up anytime soon. If anything, she felt like she was getting worse. The vomiting started about a week after her chat with Linda, prompting her to take time some time off work, much to the concern of her boss.
“Make sure to take some apple cider vinegar. It’ll help. Trust me.”
Alessia rolled eyes while on the phone with her. She sure was one persistent lady.
She lounged at home for the week, feeling absolutely miserable for herself. The urge to throw up always came at the most inconvenient times, whether it was three in the morning or one in the afternoon after just finishing her lunch. She always ended up right at the toilet bowl dispelling what was left in her stomach. It almost reminded her of that morning in London and she would relive the embarrassment moment all over again puking in Tom Holland’s toilet. She groaned as she rested her head on the porcelain seat. She did not need those memories to come back to her right now; being sick was enough torture.
For a couple days she finally felt like she was on the mend. She hadn’t had a spell of nausea for thirty-six hours. Her appetite returned full throttle with the craving of raspberry jam crumpets, for which she devoured a total of four in one sitting. She couldn’t be more relieved and satisfied that the worse was finally over and she called up work saying she would be back the next day. Her fatigue still hadn’t let up and she would get a few dizzy spells every now and then, but for the most part, Alessia felt fine enough to go back to her to work routine. She missed the flower shop too much; the colourful, cheerful atmosphere never failed to bring joy to her and the wonderful smell of lavender and roses would always lift her spirits. It was like a second home to her.
A couple weeks passed and aside from a few bouts of queasiness and persisting lethargy, Alessia was back in action and arranging bouquets like no other. She was considering going to her doctor to try and tackle this fatigue that never seemed to let up, but hadn’t found the time yet to arrange an appointment. She was keeping herself too busy. Well at least, that’s what her mother said.
“I worry about you, Lessie. You look tired. You never give enough time for yourself,” she remarked out of blue on their monthly lunch date, her eyebrows frowning down at her in concern.
Alessia sighed warily, not wanting to deal with her mother’s fussiness right now.
“I’m fine, Mum. I just think the combination of jet lag and getting sick must’ve overwhelmed my body for a bit,” she reassured as she bit into her chicken salad, “I’m fine,” she repeated. She hoped it would be enough to appease her. It was not.
Her mum observed her for moment, eyes running all over her face then coming back to peer into her soul. They squinted at her sceptically.
“I think you should see a doctor,” she said finally, prompting Alessia’s fork to clank down on her plate.
“Mum,” she whined, picking her fork back up and placing her other hand on her forehead to rub away the headache that was beginning to form.
“What? Don’t ‘Mum’ me. It’s been two months since you’ve come back from Europe, three weeks since you were sick with that bug, and you still aren’t well. That’s not normal, honey.”
“Fine. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll book an appointment with Doctor Cox,” Alessia grumbled petulantly, stabbing at her salad mindlessly. She was already planning on going to the doctors anyway, but for whatever reason, her mum bringing it up just suddenly made her not want to go now. It was that old ingrained trait of hers in always wanting to disobey everything her mother said. Alessia knew more than anyone that it was hard to shake that annoyance of being told what to do, even when reaching adulthood.
“You’ll book it for tomorrow,” her mother ordered with no room for question. Alessia groaned in frustration, flinging her hands up in the air at her bossiness.
“But I’ve got to clean my bathroom and kitchen tomorrow. Plus I was hoping to find some time to focus on my music, I haven’t played my keyboard since I got back from Europe and I finally have some inspiration to write something. Do you know how hard it is to get motivated to write?” she rambled on, trying to make up as many excuses as she could.
“Alessia,” her mum called out warningly, not taking any of her daughter’s bullshit. Her gaze was strong and deadly, and Alessia shivered knowing the potential wrath behind those eyes.
“Okay, I’ll make the appointment,” the daughter relented, shoulders slumping heavily and eyes closing as she let out a long drawn breath. Man, her mother could be trying at times.
She scheduled the appointment for the next morning, feeling oddly nervous for no apparent reason whilst driving to the clinic. Doctor Cox was a lovely dark woman in her mid forties, quick as a whip and as kind as the sun’s warmth on a spring morning. If anyone knew what was wrong her, it’d be Doctor Cox. As always, her raven hair was woven into a beautifully made braid and her eyes sported a pair of smart spectacles. She greeted Alessia with a warm smile, directing her patient to sit in the chair facing her desk.
“What can I do to help you today, Alessia?”
The girl in question scooted back into her chair, hands folded into each other, thumbs fiddling in her lap.
“Um, I’ve been feeling a bit tired lately, more so than usual. You see, I just came back from a trip in Europe a couple of months ago and had to adjust to the jet lag. So I thought the fatigue was just due to that...but the thing is, I’ve been getting plenty of sleep at night now, at least eight to nine hours worth, and I still I feel sluggish every single day,” she confessed. The doctor hummed thoughtfully, typing out notes on her computer, giving no indication of her thoughts.
“Are there any other symptoms present?”
“Uh, I did get sick about three weeks ago with a vomiting bug, and still get the occasional bouts of nausea and dizziness.”
The doctor nodded, her face still as blank as a canvas. Alessia could get no read on her whatsoever.
“How long did the vomiting occur?” she questioned whilst tapping the buttons on her keyboard like a speedster.
Alessia paused thoughtfully, trying to recall that horrid week,“About five to six days give or take, it was kinda off and on.”
The typing stopped suddenly.
“Off and on how so?” Doctor Cox clarified curiously, an eyebrow raised.
“Well one day I would be good, completely normal, and then the next morning I’d be puking my guts out. The vomiting kept on coming and going.”
“Uh huh,” she nodded, returning back to the computer to type some more, “and you said you were getting dizzy as well?”
Alessia nodded her head in confirmation, her right hand pinching her middle finger. She forgot how much she hated all the questions being thrown at her when being examined by a doctor. They just seemed to throw them nonstop.
“How often does the dizziness occur?”
“Um every now and then. Sometimes daily.”
“Have you ever fainted, or felt close to fainting?”
“I have felt faint yes, but haven’t actually blacked out.”
“Are you a vegetarian or vegan?”
“No, neither. I love meat too much. What would life be without bacon?”
“Yes what would life be,” she chuckled, “do you usually have a heavy blood flow when menstruating?”
She paused awkwardly at that one, squirming in her seat,“Um, yes. Usually for the first two or three days.”
“Hmm, okay...” she finished typing on her computer, “and are you sexually active?”
That nearly made Alessia fall out of her goddamn chair.
“Uh...come again?” she squeaked, her eyes wide and hand gripping tightly to the armrest beside her. Memories of London flashed by quickly in her mind; hungover, naked, lying next to a movie star.
“Have you been sexually active, as in recently had sexual intercourse?” the woman repeated calmly.
“Um...” her face flushed in embarrassment, her heart racing in panic, “I- I-” why did she have to ask that? How could that question possibly connect to her being sic- oh god. Oh fricken god. How could she be so stupid? Two months. It had been two fricken months.
“It’s okay, take your time. This is a private place, nothing gets outside of these walls, I promise,” the doctor reached over and placed a hand on her knee comfortingly, waiting patiently for her reply.
“I...” she gulped, her chest heaving as all the pieces started coming together. The tiredness, the nausea, the constant craving of crumpets, “I...um...I...” she was peeing more frequently. She had thought that it was just all the water she’d been drinking lately but...and her breasts! God her breasts had started to ache. She just figured it was a hormonal thing and that she was finally getting her period- god it couldn’t be- she couldn’t be-“...I lost my virginity recently,” she breathed.
Doctor Cox blinked in brief surprise and then adjusted glasses, her calm facade returning back promptly
“Oh. How recently exactly?” she asked cautiously.
Alessia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, “Two months ago,” she murmured, her entire body slumping as she rubbed away the tension in between her eyes. She could already feel the tears burning beneath her eyelids.
“I see. And when did your last menstruating cycle end?”
“A bit over two months,” she mumbled into her hands, her fingers dragging down her face whilst wiping away her sniffles. Her eyes became red with tears and chest heaved up and down, desperate for air, “am I...?” she croaked miserably, looking at her doctor for any answer that wasn’t what she was thinking.
“There’s no point in jumping to any conclusions just yet,” Doctor Cox interrupted, “I’d like to run some tests before we determine anything. There could be multiple diagnoses for the symptoms you possess and I don’t want to rush into things and make you panic about something that might not even be applicable to you in the first place,” she explained logically, spinning back to her computer, clicking on her mouse and typing a few keys, “I’m gonna write you up for a full blood count, a glucose level check and a hCG test. Basically these tests will tell us if there is any sign of a virus in your system, check how blood sugar level is going and test how high your hCG level is. Your iron count will also be measured which is what I’m most concerned about. A lot of woman, especially at your age, suffer from iron deficiency and your symptoms hint heavily at this diagnosis. However, with the information of your sexual activity and your last menstruation it does lead to the possible conclusion that you are...” the printer screeched back and forth, signalling the deliverance of the test referral, “...pregnant, Miss Carter,” the doctor sighed sympathetically, handing her over the form.
Alessia stared at it with watery eyes, her body unmoving as her doctor voiced the conclusion she had already come to in her own mind. It was finally out there. Pregnant. She could be pregnant. The girl now understood why she was so nervous about coming in today. It’s like subconsciously she already knew what would happen.
“Of course, we won’t know for sure until the test results come back. It should only take a couple days at the most. I’ll let you know as soon as they come in and we can arrange an appointment to discuss the results. All you have to do now is head down to pathology and they’ll run all the tests for you.”
She made no move to get out of her seat, still frozen on the chair and staring at the referral form in her hand. She stared at it but wasn’t actually seeing it, the words and boxes a complete blur to her. How did it get to this? How did she even let herself get into this situation? What the hell will she do? Pregnant. Pregnant. She was-
“As I said, Miss Carter, there’s no need to panic about something that isn’t confirmed yet. My best advice for you is get some rest, clear your mind and focus on the now’s, not the what if’s,” she spoke softly, standing up and placing her hand on her shoulder, “and if it’s any consolation, if the pregnancy test turns out to be positive, just know I’ll be there to help you every step of the way. I’ll answer any questions you have and help you arrange any appointments that you’ll need if it comes to the situation. You won’t be alone,” she reassured firmly, squeezing her shoulder.
Alessia nodded shakily, thankful for the doctor’s kind words and for helping her snap her out of her daze.
“Thank you,” she whispered, slowly standing up and making her way out of the room.
“I’ll speak to you soon,” Doctor Cox farewelled, her warm honey eyes conveying total calm.
Alessia nodded and waved at her awkwardly before making her way quickly out of the office and downstairs to pathology. The tests went by in a distorted haze. Normally she was absolutely terrified of needles, but today Alessia could barely feel the prick going into the crook of her elbow. She couldn’t even hear the voice of the chatty redheaded nurse taking her blood. Everything was submerged underwater. Cold. Quiet. Unnerving.
The drive home was a quick and direct route though she barely made it out alive, having several close calls with multiple cars and unexpected trees that she swear on her life came out of nowhere. Her keys rattled and clanked as she frantically searched for the right one to open her apartment. It took multiple attempts to finally get into the lock but eventually she got there and accidentally slammed the door a bit hard behind her. She couldn’t find it within herself to care in that moment.
She flopped immediately down on her couch, feet resting on one of the armrests and head tilted up towards the white ceiling. Snippets of waking up to a similar ceiling fluttered into her mind, all dazed and disoriented, the memories of the night before nonexistent, blacked out, erased. Her body aching and the warmth of an arm wrapped around her stomach...
That was where it all began.
And now she was left in an agonising state of reliving that memory over and over again, nervously awaiting its consequences.
100 is a lot unless you write a lot of dialogue. I wonder if just linking fics on my word press would work because god damn this site is making things difficult. It’s like they’re trying to have people not use it.
yeah I noticed this, and I completely hate it lmao because I do write a lot of dialogue and I write small paragraphs for easy readability ): I might have to post everything on AO3 and just link it on here :/
Well, this is garbage. Not only does this affect authors, but us meta writers as well. Fantastic, just keep trying to destroy your own effing platform, Tumblr. I’m guessing those “text blocks” also include any images we add to our meta as well.
Signal boosting for all writers who write a lot of fics and meta on Tumblr… just do it on google docs so it saves, and copy-paste it to Ao3.
Avengers AU - If Tony was Peter’s biological father
Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).
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