Spider Woman Part Two

Spider Woman Part Two

Part One

Masterlist

“So you and Harry Styles?” The woman asked before passing the microphone over to you.

You were sitting in a fairly small office with two cameras in front of you. Two men being behind those cameras. The Sony team behind them, along with your manager Gavin next to them.

“What about him?” You asked, acting confused by the question. She’s going to ask whether you two were dating because in this day a girl and a boy can’t just be friends. Especially if they have to kiss on set.

“You’ve been see out around quite a bit, on dates?” She asked and you sighed.

“No, Harry and I are just friends. Is he attractive, yeah insanely.” You laughed. “But he’s just a friend. He’s more like a brother than anything else. It’d be weird to date my brother.” You said and she laughed.

“Well Selena Gomez said the same thing about Justin Bieber and look what happened to them.” She said and you sighed again, yeah they’re both depressed because they loved too hard.

“They broke up.” You said and her smile dropped. You don’t like this woman.

“Well speaking of love, the trailer for Spider Woman, I love it. Amazing job.” She said and you smiled.

“Thank you the editing crew is so talented. Cause you know, Jessica has the power to expel genetic spider venom from her hands and when you do that on set it looks too weird. I’m just like thrusting my hands in certain directions but once I watched it back like wow. It looks so cool.” You laughed and she smiled.

“And what can fans expect from this movie?” She asked.

“I think they’re going to be pleasantly surprised with the interpretation we take with Jessica Drew for this movie. We wanted to stick to the original comics as much as we could but seeing as Spider Woman is really just such a secondary superhero we had a lot of room for creativity and I think the fans are really going to love where this goes. We dive into the mess that is the Avengers and I think that the fans are going to see the other side of the group of heros they love so much. They’re going to see the inside of how everything works for the lesser heros.” You said and she nodded, pulling the mic back to herself.

“What do you mean by lesser heros?”

“I mean like, not Captain America, Iron Man or Thor. But rather like what it’s like to be Scarlet Witch or Spider Man or Hawkeye. What it’s like to be the secondary heros. Everyone saw how Peter Parker was treated in Spiderman Homecoming. He was cast aside seeing as he was just a kid and wasn’t taken seriously. Well in Spider Woman you’re going to find out what it’s like to not be Captain America or Iron Man.” You said and she nodded.

“And what can we expect from John and Jessica, the trailer doesn’t reveal much?” She asked.

“Well I think that was kind of on purpose. Jessica and John are two totally different people. I mean Jessica is a british immigrant working for a paper supply company in New York, New York while hiding the fact that she has super powers. John is her nerdy neighbor who clearly holds an unrequited love for Jessica. I think the pining he does is something you’ll have to see in the movie. And I mean, who knows if Jessica will even realize his love for her, it may just continue to go unrequited seeing as Jessica herself is depressed and it may be hard for her to come to terms with idea that anyone could love her.” You said, hoping to show this women that this movie is made for more than just Jessica and John's love story.

“Jessica is depressed? I didn’t see that in the trailer.”

“Well depression isn’t something you can always just see. Sometimes it’s something that takes time and careful observation to find. Jessica clearly has PTSD from what happened to her in England and she clearly is desperate for a normal life. But hiding all that horror deep down is doing a wreck on her mental health and I’m proud to say this movie is going to be one of the few that actually deal with mental health issues the correct way.” You said proudly. You can see the Sony team started to look up, you’ve clearly started to say too much.

“What exactly happened to Jessica in England?”

“Well she was born during World War Two, her father was a scientist for Hydra, Hitler’s deep science division. They were living in england when Jessica got radiation poisoning. To save her, her father was forced to inject her with untested genetic spider venom and put her in a genetic incubator where she stayed for 80 years. In the incubator her aging process was slowed and in 2010 when she was found and released she was only 17. Hydra found her and used her as a weapon for 5 years when she managed to escape and move to New York where she has been hiding ever since.” You explain and she nodded. Clearly she didn’t do her reading.

“Well, I think that’s all we have time for, it was great meeting you Y/N and I can’t wait to see the movie when it comes out.” She said as she stood and shook your hand. You smiled back at her and walked back over to your manager.

“Please get me out of here.” You begged and he laughed.

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Spider Woman Part 6

Word Count: 984

Part 5

Masterlist

Key:

Y/N

Harry

What name is the reservation under again?

Davis, he’s already there so hurry up

I hate that you’re setting me up and won’t even tell me who with

What kind of blind date would this be if you knew who was there (winking emoji)

Fuck off with the emojis

You rolled your eyes before shoving you phone back into your bag and walking inside the restaurant that Harry has led you to. You were dressed in a light green flowy tank top with a black leather jacket draped over, paired with black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. You had black heeled ankle boots on, a black leather bag, and black and gold stud earrings in.

You took in a deep break as you walked up to the hostess’ stand.

“Um, table under Davis?” You asked and before the hostess even looked up she was nodding her head.

“Yup, looks like someone is already here, were you meeting someone?” She asked as she tapped on the screen in front of her.

“Uh, yeah, wasn’t aware he was already here though.” You joked and she nodded, just then looking up at you.

“Hey, you’re Spider Woman.” She said and you smiled and nodded shyly.

“Yeah that’s me.” You joked.

“Could I get a picture with you?” She asked and you nodded, moving to her side of the stand and smiling for the picture. “Wow, I’ve met two famous people in one day.” She said and you looked at her surprised, the other person she was talking about was probably your date which meant there was a good chance you already knew this person. “Sorry, let me lead you to your table.” The hostess apologized and you shook your head, signalling that it was no big deal.

Your eyes widened as your gaze fell upon who you were going to be dining with that night.

“Well, that makes sense.” He said and he stood up to greet you, his irish accent making itself prominent in that moment.

“Niall Horan, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You said extending your hand for him to shake while also leaning in for a light hug. One thing you were quick to learn was that no matter how well you knew someone, even if you were just meeting them, famous people always hug each other. It must be some kind of, yes you are both famous and belong to the talented group, thing. Like you are all a part of this well known, but hard to get into, club and are all friends. “I’ve heard great things.” You admit as Niall helps you into your chair.

“Whatever he said was a lie.” He joked and you laughed.

“So you’re not the funniest man to walk the earth?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“You must have injected him with truth serum then.” He said and you laughed.

“You know, when Harry said he was gonna set me up I thought he was joking.” You admitted.

“Harry never jokes when it comes to a chance at being cupid. He thinks he has some sort of fifth sense when it come to love, like he can see it physically or something.” Niall says and you smiled.

“What a dork.” You joked and Niall laughed while nodding.

“You know when I asked what you were like all he told me was the you were flexible.” He says and you let out a loud laugh.

“Oh my god, he would.” You laughed. “You film one movie with the guy.” You joked and Niall nodded.

“Speaking of, congratulations on that. Saw it last week, really good. Weird now, seeing as I’m on a date with you and I just saw you kissing one of me best mates but I’ll get over that.” He said and you laughed.

“Well, he’s a bad kisser anyway.” You joked and he laughed.

“I’m so telling him you said that.”

“Go ahead, I already told him. Literally on day one.”

“So what’s it like to film a movie anyway? Like is is weird to be in a skin tight suit, pretending to shoot venom blasts from your hands?”

“Super awkward, but like only when you’re the only one doing it. Like the jewelry store scene, super weird. I’m the only one in there just like, thrusting my hands at people and they pretend to get thrown to into the walls, it’s so fucking weird. But like when I was filming with RDJ and Tom like, Rob and I both pretend to blast shit from our hands, Tom is over there squirting water cause he’s got bad hand eye coordination. It’s a little less weird when other people are doing the same thing as you.” You said and he nodded. “The silence is the worst part though.”

“Silence?”

“Yeah like, all the sound effects of the blasts and the grunts from the people being thrown around are edited in. When we’re filming it’s just silent, you hear like the shuffling of feet and like the squeaking of mine and Tom’s suits.” You confessed.

“Oh wow.”

“It’s so cringey, made a good movie though so I can’t complain. Also I should get used to in, I’m in a 3 movie contract so.”

You continued to talk throughout the rest of the meal and even after. Going from topics of One Direction, to Niall’s music, to the music industry in general, to conspiracy theories, to how corrupt the american government is, to how lame the education system is.

Soon enough you seem to notice that everyone around you were not the same people anymore and realize that you’ve been talking for almost four hours, both of you are now late for your other plans.

You both make plans for another date and exchange numbers and agree to not tell Harry that he was right seeing as his ego is already too big.

Punk Harry Part 18

Part 17

Masterlist

Key:

Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name

Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name

Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name

Future:

“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.

“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.

Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.

Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.

“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.

“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.

Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.

It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.

Bless her.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.

“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.

He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.

“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.

“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.

“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.

“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.

The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.

You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.

“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.

“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.

“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.

“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.

“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.

“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.

“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.

“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.

Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.

You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.

Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.

After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.

So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.

“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,

“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.

“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.

“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.

“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.

You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.

The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.

So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.

You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.

You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.

You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.

Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.

And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.

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This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(

Ok but like can you picture Punk!Harry freaking out when he goes in the for the second kiss! Cause the first one was like in the moment and fast and like the second one who knows how it’s gonna happen. I picture him freaking the fuck out about it. Also love the series! Love you!

Oh my god he’d be a mess. Cause exactly, the first one was super in the moment, more of a just to get you to shut up kind of thing. 

It would totally be one the bus, one late night while the band is sleeping and they’re up on watch duty. You two would be cuddling, still drunk off the adrenaline of watching the show, calming down with some movie that neither of you were really watching anymore. You would feel his hand creep up along your jaw and turn you so you were facing him. And he’d just pull you in all slow and soft and it would just be super romantic and much more slow and just all around a better kiss. 

But inside his head he’s a fucking mess! He’s thinking shit like, what if she doesn’t want this one? What if it’s not good enough? Did I remember to brush my teeth? What did I even eat for dinner? Too much spit? Not enough spit? Too much tongue? Should I move my hand? Are my hands sweaty?

His mind is weirdly focusing on anything but the kiss, even though you feel like it’s probably one of the best kisses you’ve ever had. 

what the fUCK??¿¿ WHAT the fuck!!