Please stop spread hate, stop judging someone, stop calling people fake fans and others true just because you don't like a particular person in the fandom.
Anyone who loves and supports it's a fan.
There are no real or false fans.
Damn we are family. We need spreed love and support each others...
I swing my way back to the apartment. Aunt May already knows so I just walk through the front door in my suit. I walk into my room to see Ned smirking. “So?” He says thinking I know what he’s talking about. “What?” I ask. “You chased after her. How did it go?” He explains. “I’m so confident around her when she doesn’t know it’s me, but when I’m just plain ol’ Peter, I choke up. I wish I could talk to her without choking on my words.” I explain, rubbing my hands being nervous even just talking about y/n. “Why don’t you keep seeing her as Spider-Man until you get comfortable enough around her as Peter and then you should ask her to prom.” Ned says smiling, thinking his plan was absolutely perfect. “Do you think she would end up liking Spider-Man than me?” I ask worried. “You ARE Spider-Man, Peter. You shouldn’t act like a completely different person as him anyway.” Ned says, checking the tracker that we used to track Vulture, even though we aren’t tracking anyone. “I guess...” I say quietly. I change out of my suit and walk into the kitchen to get water. “Peter, you really like y/n, don’t you?” Aunt May asks. “Aunt May, we only just became friends.” I say after slightly choking on a sip of water. “You chased after her, Peter. I don’t think that was because you only think she’s a friend.” Aunt May says as she cleans a dish at the sink. I frown and sigh, slumping my shoulders a bit. “You were really worried about her walking alone weren’t you?” She puts the dish down for a second. “Of course I was!” I sigh again and lower my voice. “She’s not like the other girls I’ve liked. She’s different. She’s...special in a way. I know, I know! It’s sounds totally cheesy!” I put my head in my hands. “No it doesn’t, Pete. You just need to get to know her a bit better. And don’t you go changing yourself for a girl.” She warns. “I don’t have to change for her. I know it.” I smile, just hearing her laugh in my head. Ned leaves about ten minutes later. “Night, Aunt May.” I call before heading into my room and close the door. I flop on my bed. “How did I get into this mess?” I ask myself. I fall asleep, still wondering the answer to that question. *TBC*
again, sorry if you have nightmares after seeing this.
I'm learning ae so maybee i'll post a video edit somewhere soon? •
עוד פעם, סליחה אם יש לכם סיוטים אחרי שראיתם את זה.
אני לומדת אפטר אפקטס אז אולייי אני אעלה סרטון ערוך מגניב כזה מתישהו בקרוב?