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does anyone else have those moments where they just fall in love with being alive? like, maybe you’re in are class with soft music and you realize that this peaceful feeling is a part of life that you love and you want to just keep forever, and there are so many other parts of life too that are so wonderful and maybe existing isnt so bad after all

in another life ~ peter parker; marvel

word count: 1998

request?: no

description: after being pulled into another universe, he finds another version of the woman he loves only to find out that in this universe, she’s a villain

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, partial no way home spoilers, mentions of violence and death

masterlist (one, two)

“So, which one of you guys fought the woman?”

“Woman? What woman?”

As if on cue, a bomb like Norma’s rolled to the feet of the three Spider-Men. They reacted quickly, jumping from their places as the bomb exploded and caused the structure to shutter. Peter shot a web and pulled himself into a lower part of the structure.

In the distance, he could see the bright, flashing lights that indicated that Max/Electro was about to join the fight. Before he could swing out to fight Electro, he was hit by a glider and dragged out of the structure and into the sky. He held on tightly to the glider as the person stood above him, dressed in green and purple and wearing a Goblin mask, unsheathed a knife from their sleeve.

“Whoa, whoa!” Peter exclaimed. “I’m not the Spidey you’re looking for! Look!”

He pulled his mask off to reveal his face. The figure froze, their arm reared back to stab. Peter was about to knock them off their glider when they spoke.

“Peter?”

He froze and his eyes widened. He knew that voice, even after all these years.

She took her mask off and revealed a face Peter hadn’t seen in so long. Last time he saw her, her face was pale and cold to the touch, even through the gloves of his suit. He couldn’t look at her for long back then, the guilt of her death hanging over him.

They stared at one another for a long time. Neither realized the glider was still moving until (Y/N) looked up just in time to swerve away from the structure they were heading towards. (Y/N) quickly jerked the glider, causing Peter to lose his grip and fall towards the ground. He shot a web to cushion his fall.

When he looked up, (Y/N) was gone.

~~~~~~

Weeks later, Peter was still thinking about seeing the villainous version of his late girlfriend. Shortly after the fight with the other Spider-Men, he was returned to his own universe, but the memories still remained. He couldn’t get the specific memory of seeing (Y/N)’s face out of his head. He almost had himself convinced it was a hallucination or something.

He had so many questions for her. Why was she a villain? She seemed shocked to see him, did that mean something had happened to the Peter in her universe? Were they enemies in her universe?

He was stood in line at the coffee shop he frequented before work. His head was somewhere else, as it often had been the past few weeks, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw who was stood behind him,

“(Y/N)!” he said, quickly covering his mouth and looking around to make sure no one was looking at them. When he was sure the coast was clear, he grabbed her and dragged her to the nearest booth.

“Not the reaction I expected,” (Y/N) said.

“Well, you are kind of dead in this universe,” Peter told her. “The last thing we need is for someone to spot the dead girl walking around.”

“I’d doubt any of these people would recognize me.”

“You don’t know how much media coverage your death got.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open in an “O” shape. She seemed to duck her head a bit, now trying to hide herself from the others in the coffee shop.

A silence fell between the two of them. At least a dozen new questions were popping up in Peter’s head, but seeing (Y/N) in front of him made them all disappear at the same time. He wanted to reach out to touch her, to hold her hand. He wanted to lean across the table and kiss her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. He just wanted to keep her with him forever.

“How did you get here?” he asked when he finally found his voice again.

(Y/N) seemed to sit up a bit straighter after he asked, a proud smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I’m something of a scientist in my universe. I work for Oscorp, or what used to be Oscorp after Norman died and Harry went insane. After I was magically returned to my own universe, I started doing all these experiments in hopes of opening the multiverse again somehow. My colleagues thought I was insane, but I couldn’t exactly tell them that I had already achieved multiversal travel, even if it was an accident.”

“Because it would reveal who you are to them?”

The proud posture soon changed as (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly in her seat. “Yeah. Yeah, because of, uh…that.”

Did he outright ask her about being a villain? Did he ask why she was fighting him and the other two versions of himself? Did he even want to know the answer?

“Why?” he found himself asking before his brain could make the decision. “What made you become a villain in your universe? And why were you fighting me and the other Peters?”

(Y/N) sighed. She looked down at her lap, her hands keeping busy by pulling at a loose thread on her sweater.

“It’s a…sad story,” she said.

“I’ve had plenty of those.”

She smiled a little. “Yeah, you have. I guess the struggles of Peter Parker are universal.”

The silence fell over them again. (Y/N) sighed again as she realized she was going to have to tell Peter the truth.

“In my universe, Peter Parker isn’t Spider-Man,” she told him. “In my universe, the spider that bit you that would’ve given you your powers…it wasn’t a radioactive spider. It was…a very dangerous one. One that should’ve been watched very carefully, but it wasn’t and it got out and it bit you. You were down in seconds, cardiac arrest first and then…”

She trailed off. A dark look crossed her face as she stared blankly at the table in front of her. Her hands were still on her lap. Peter wanted to take them and hold them, but now hearing the story of his own death, he felt like it would be too much for her if he did touch her. And maybe it would be too much for him too.

(Y/N) shook her head, bringing herself out of her daze. “Like I said, Harry went a bit crazy. Norman died after one of his experiments went wrong, and Harry basically blamed the whole thing on the company. He wanted to get even, and I wanted my own form of revenge for your death. So, we teamed up. We became the Goblins. Harry, unfortunately, was caught pretty quickly, but I managed to enact most of our plans. It felt good…in the moment. But after I did it, I realized…it was all trivial and stupid. Sure, revenge was nice at the time, but nothing I did was going to bring you back. So, I retired the extremely bad things and just…became like a Robin Hood basically. Did good things to good people and bad things to bad people.”

Her hands were resting on the table now. He could’ve reached out and held one. He wanted to so bad. But he resisted for a little while longer.

“What happened to me here?” (Y/N) asked suddenly. “Or, your version of me…or whatever. This is all confusing.”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, it is.” He sucked in a breath, trying to prepare himself to relive the worst moment of his life. “Well, I was fighting Harry, who kept saying something about my blood being a cure for whatever illness his father passed on to him or something. And you just happened to be there, watching the whole thing. If my Harry is anything like your Harry, we both know how smart he is. He put the pieces together about my identity pretty quickly. So, naturally, he went after you and he…”

Peter couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. He didn’t want (Y/N) to see him cry, but it was hard not to when every glance at her reminded him of the night he lost her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) was the one who reached across the table to hold his hand. The small gesture sent a shock through his hand, in a good way. She was looking at him, a sympathetic look on her face.

“You couldn’t save me,” she finished for him.

Peter nodded, biting at the inside of his cheek to try and keep the tears at bay. “I tried. I tried so hard, but you were too far gone and my web didn’t shoot fast enough.”

He could feel himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions. It was the first time in a long time he had this happen. He felt slightly embarrassed for (Y/N) to see him like this.

But in true (Y/N) fashion, she was by his side in seconds. She slid into the booth next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He rested his head against her, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm him down. Her familiar scent was comforting. It felt like exactly what he needed.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as he finally regained himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no,” she said. “Don’t apologize. For anything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes and a mutual understanding formed between them; there were to be no apologies. They couldn’t save one another in their own universes, but they were together now. That’s all that mattered.

Her close proximity finally registered to Peter. She was right there, their bodies touching, her hands still lingering on his. He was looking into her eyes again, her face just inches from his. He wanted to kiss her so bad, and he knew she was thinking the same thing as her face started to lean in closer.

Neither of them was more surprised than Peter was to find his hand up to stop her from closing the distance between them.

“How would we make this work?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…you can’t stay in this universe. For one, you have a family and a life back in your own universe, you can’t leave them. And two, you can’t come here after being dead for years and open up old wounds for a lot of people. And vise versa for me and your universe.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders slumped as she sat back. “Oh yeah, I didn’t think about that. God, your Aunt May would be absolutely crushed.”

“So would your parents.”

(Y/N) ran a hand through her hair. Peter could see the wheels in her head turning as she tried to work something out.

“Maybe we could just like…visit one another? I can show you how I got here and we could pop back and forth between universes?”

“Would that be dangerous?”

She shrugged. “It’s a possibility. I’m a scientist, Peter, I don’t know till I experiment.”

Peter smiled. “Well then, we can try that. Worse case scenario…at least we know the other is alive and well in another universe.”

(Y/N) tried to smile back at him, but he could tell that wasn’t the scenario she wanted to happen. “Yeah, you’re right. We have that at least.”

And there was the silence again.

Peter looked around the coffee shop to make sure no one was looking at them, which of course no one was but he was still a bit paranoid over it. Once making sure they were clear, he said, “Oh, screw it.”

(Y/N) looked at him in confusion, before feeling his lips against hers. In that moment, it felt like every ounce of sadness, anger, and every other negative emotion around one another’s deaths had washed away. All either one of them felt was a happiness.

So It Goes...

A/N : This is based on the comics. song inspiration so it goes by taylor swift. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : even though after parting ways the feelings you had for each other never ceased to exist.

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Black cat! Reader 

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, ex-lovers, unprotected rough sex (wrap it before you tap it)

This week has already been shitty enough for Peter. First he got drunk and hooked up with his psychotic roommate Michele Gonzales, then his identity was stolen by the chameleon. After solving the whole identity theft crisis he comes back to know that when chameleon took over his identity he somehow wooed Michelle and now they are in some sort of weird romantic relationship.  

Keep reading

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, mature content, swearing, body worship, oral, fingering, tribbing, overstimulation

Word Count: 3,300~

Notes: The second part to my previous story where Vi and the Reader took a bath and things become rather naughty in this one! 🤭 Hope you enjoy reading ❤️

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A warm and muscular body full of elaborate ink pressed against yours eagerly as soon as you allowed it; pushing hips, stomach and chest closer, searching for more contact, marred hands hurrying to caress smooth skin and squeeze you tighter, closer.

Your hungry mouth was on hers in an instant then and soft lips moved against yours, excitement building between you both in each beat of your hearts. It was fast and hard and pumped heat up and down your body, leaving a shade darker on your cheeks, making you forget the towel on the bathroom floor so palms could explore the woman's still wet skin.

Fingers squeezed at her arms, feeling the taut muscle harden beneath them, softer hands brushing up to wide shoulders and arms wrapping around her neck, keeping you grounded as you let your head tilt to deepen the kiss, parting lips as an invitation for her tongue to come out and play. With a swipe you felt it against yours, tasting the flavor of her earlier fight and the swig of alcohol on yours -- coppery and strong, addictive and everything you needed.

Pulling on the little hairs behind Vi's head earned you a faint moan and a roll of her hips, something that made your legs shake. Loosening the hold on pink strands, you caressed your way down her neck, squeezing shoulders, exploring strong arms with the lightest of scratches from your nails and then her sides to where they would dig carefully into her hip-bones.

She slipped a sculpted thigh between yours, bare skin brushing up against your warm, tingling flesh, making you moan into the kiss and legs shake again. Her powerful arms kept you safe and guided you around the room, your closed eyes snapping open when your warm back met with the cold of the wooden door, a surprised gasp swallowed by her needy mouth as she kissed you once more with tongue and teeth and a mess of lips viciously molding against each other.

Your wrists were pinned against the door by scarred hands, all of Vi's weight pressing down on you, letting you feel every trained muscle and bone, the squish of her soft breasts, the tickle of curly, pink hairs and the racing of her heart as she rolled her strong hips again and again until you let out a loud whine and balled your fists, back arching away from the wood in search of more contact, more friction, more pleasure.

"I want you so bad…", the misfit growled, warm mouth latching onto the side of your neck, licking, sucking and biting, working hard to leave a mark there.

You squirmed under her powerful grasp, unable to do anything but let Vi claim another spot on your neck and keep moving her hips against yours, making you feel like you were burning from the inside out.

some saucy doodles ;^))

ARCANE ⟩⟩ Vi and Caitlyn 1.07 | “The Boy Savior”

— partners —

When we fell in love.

Rhysand’s ass really just helped Aelin without even wondering why tf some chick was falling from the sky lmao

He waved to her, like it was casual.

I almost feel bad for the Chaorene baby. Can you imagine how hard it’s going to be for that kid to talk their way out of ANYTHING???

Chaorene Kid: But daaad, I can’t do my chores right now. My feet hurt :(

Chaol: Oh? Your feet hurt? Your mother healed an army and disintegrated an evil GOD while pregnant with you. You think her feet hurt? Yes. Did she do it anyways?

Yrene: I did.

Chaol: She did.

On their own. Just a mood piece that came to mind when I thought of this common theme among these characters. Some by force, some by choice, others by both. I wanted to let the environments speak for the characters and really had fun with the transitions~ I have a few other KOA sketches I may release later, but this set gives me closure with my KOA hangover. Back to papercrafting!

OK to make a font out of your own writing

go here

http://www.myscriptfont.com/

instead of printing it off just use this blank thing that way you dont have to scan it or anything

so fill that out by pasting it in any art program and whatnot

then save it and upload it to that site

and itll give you an option to download it

so do that and then install it BAM

I JUST GOT THIS ON MY TABLET IT’S SO COOL OH MY GOD

for some reason it refused to recognize the third page of my letters but they were all pretty unnecessary mathematic things anyway so I’m not too worried. still something to keep in mind though, I hope it doesn’t happen for you!

paintfont.com would be a good place to go to quickly make a custom font for your comic!

ehh

It looks just as horrible in real life..even worse with the letter attached…

I’ll try this later.

you can also use alternative alphabets

Welp. Guess I know what font I’m gonna be using for comics from now on. B)

Welp. Looks like I have to do this now. So I can use this for Tengri’s asks.

For some reason there is no apostrophe in my set, but it still looks cool.

NEAT THING ALERT

The site is now called https://www.calligraphr.com/en/ but it’s basically the same!

I’ve been wanting to make one of these out of my dad’s handwriting, he does last year and he used to write everything down about his life

calligraphr is a godsend for webcomic artists