“When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try, you can’t run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark, if he ever, for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call.”
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Okay, this is actually supposed to be something short but I don’t know why it’s over 2k words (it sounded and looked so much better in my head/imagination). So I’ve put the rest under the keep reading line. Thank you so much for sending in your prompt and honestly, I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!
PS: This is the only imagine that is queued, mostly because it is already super late on my side of the world so I will try to get some more done tomorrow morning and post them accordingly.
Being close friends with Peter entitles
you to a lot of things – like knowing his well-kept secret: The Spider-man.
Being his close friend also entitles you to sweeping in to save Peter when he
bails on his lovely Aunt May when he gets called to go for a brief mission.
“You owe me big time.” You tell Peter as
you park outside of his apartment. You turn the ignition off and unbuckle your
seatbelt before getting out of the car. “Do you think you will be long?” You
ask him, locking your car and heading towards the apartment building. Peter
tells you that he does not think he would be long – maybe a good thirty minutes
to an hour. “Alright, see you later, Peter; stay safe.” You remind him and
Peter chuckles before you hang up the call.
Once you reach the seventh floor, you head
over to their apartment room and just as you are about to knock on the door,
the door opens and you step back when May steps out with a big smile on her
face. “Hi, Y/N.” She presses her lips against your cheek and you give her a brief
hug. “How are you?”
You smile at her. May is such a lovely
person so much so, sometimes you want to smack Peter for almost always bailing
on spending time with May. “I am feeling fine – a little bit swamped with
assignments and the likes but nothing I can’t handle.” You inform her as May
locks the door and the both of you begin to head towards the elevator, heading
straight to the ground floor and in to your car.
“I am so thankful you can help me out – my
car is still in the workshop.” May buckles her seatbelt once the two of you get
in to your car and you shake your head. It’s not like you minded at all –
coincidentally, there are a few things you need to grab too. “So how are Peter
and you?” May winks at you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you
begin to drive towards the nearest supermarket – which happens to be a good twenty-minute
drive from the apartment.
You laugh sheepishly. “There is nothing
going on between Peter and I, May.” You glance at her from the corner of your
eyes. You have no idea why May think there is something going on between the
two of you – you have always been Peter’s close friend and you probably will
always be; you don’t even think you have seen him in that light.
May looks a little bit skeptical with your
answer but she nods her head, a knowing smile on her face. May has lived long
enough to recognize the looks the two of you would give each whenever you think
the other is not watching. Sometimes May would want to just make the two of you
have a sit down and talk about feelings but trying to push the two of you
together would probably result in something completely different. So she simply
minds her own business - only occasionally sticking her nose in this particular
area of the business.
congratulations on 1,000 career points, sidney crosby!
It’s pretty emotional, especially when you start to look up at the jumbotron and you see all those things. They go by pretty quick. You flash on all these different plays and years and that’s how fast it feels, when you’re looking at it…you really try to soak in moments like that.
Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.
I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)
i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂 shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨
“Y-Yes?” he stammers.
“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”