When I was kid, my father said
Hell was a great feast.
He said the people at the table
had these long arms with no elbows,
and they were trying to feed themselves
and they were starving.
He said Heaven was a great feast, too.
He said the people at the table
had these long arms with no elbows,
and they were feeding each other
and they were full.
I think this was supposed to be
a story about selfishness or about
how Hell is self-inflicted, but I think
it’s a story of short-sightedness. I think
it’s about how circumstances do not define us,
but we’ve got to look past our elbowless arms,
or we’re going to keep starving
our way through this.
i love you because you're fiercely, genuinely, mercilessly yourself. with a whip-sharp tongue and bright eyes, you are all i admire and all i ever want to be. you say what's on my mind - you are like part of my soul. you remind me of who i am, and i'm never more sure of myself when i'm with you.
i love you because you're so warm and soft. i am undeserving of your gentleness, your tenderness, your patience and comfort - but you offer it to me anyway. you hold me up when i'm in danger of falling down, and you make me laugh when i feel like all i'd rather do is cry. you are forever my guardian angel, and i could never be thankful enough.
i love you because you make me feel alive. it's like life comes into focus when you are around - everything is vivid, interesting, beautiful. you're like a shot of oxytocin when the darkness comes creeping in, and i could never get enough of you.
i love you because you feel like home. we may not see eye to eye, but you stand by me when i need it most. you are the rock keeping steady by my side, and there is a quiet familiarity you bring that always puts me at ease. you are my family.
i love you because you make me feel like i am the brightest star in the sky. you treat me like a princess, and your vivacity makes my heart deliriously happy no matter the circumstances. you are the light of my life, radiant and unforgettable.
i love you because you are like stable ground in the middle of an earthquake. you ground me, see into me - not past me like so many people do. you help me feel okay when things feel anything but. you are unchanging in the face of chaos, and i know i can always turn to you.
i love you because you never push me too far. i don't feel like i have to act around you - unlike others, you don't expect anything from me, and it's a freedom more relieving than words can explain. you let me be without a mask, and sometimes that's all i need.
i love you because we don't need words. i can count on you to have my back when it counts, and you understand when i need silence more than conversation. you know the importance of quiet, and i appreciate that more than you know.
i love you because you see my potential. you are my inspiration, my brilliant epiphany - you make life something fresh and new, filled with adventure and excitement. you make me believe that there is so much on the horizon. with you i could forget my problems - you are irreplaceable, my elixir like nothing else.
i love you because you try your very best. you may not be able to read my mind, but you put your entire heart and soul into doing whatever you can for me. sometimes it's not the result that counts but the effort, and you prove that to the furthest extent.
i love you because you bring me back to reality. you not only listen, but you speak, and your honesty means everything to me. you never judge me - instead, you take everything i give you and try to help me with all your heart. your dedication is unwavering, and no matter how deep under i am, you never let me drown.
i love you because you are so damned strong. you've been through so much shit, and yet i know that you'd drop everything in a second to help me. despite everything you've suffered, you still look at life like it's the best thing you've ever been given. i don't deserve your support and optimism, but you have the best heart of anyone i've ever known - and i know that somehow, it's always open for me.
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Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!
Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)
Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D
To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.
Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.
About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.
“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.
“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.
“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.
“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”
“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”
“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”
“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.
“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”
“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.
“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.
“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.
“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”
“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.
“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.
“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.
The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.
Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.
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A/N: i don’t have the slightest clue as to where this came from but enjoy it i guess Word count: 1.1k
“Need ya to keep quiet for me, darling. Can you do that?” Y/N nods vigorously, her hips eagerly bucking into the rough palms of his hand. It just had to be tonight of all nights that Shawn decided, his games were deserving of a little bit of play time.
Shawn’s undoubtedly the most annoying person to ever exist to Y/N tonight. When it comes to teasing, he’ll drag it out as long as he can, until she’s begging him to give her anything to extinguish the burn of desire. Shawn knows her body like every note on his guitar. Where to move, how to curve his fingers so they hit that spot in such a sickeningly delicious way, it makes her bones quake. He does it every single time, without fail.
Y/N lets him play her like his favorite song, whenever he wants no questions asked; Pushing her until she’s on the edge of her release, pulling it away in the blink of an eye, taunting Y/N practically. It makes her core cry out every time, pleading with want to be cared for and he does it just right.
“Use your words, baby. Your smart ass mouth had no problem functioning earlier.” His digits curved against her g-spot, pulling an undetected moan with it.
“I can be quiet, I-I promise.” Y/N’s eyes knit shut, beads of perspiration running down her temple already. She trembles out a response, virtually a whisper among the sounds of the air conditioning in the bathroom.
He presses the pad of his thumb against her bundle of nerves and her hand instinctively reaches out for his bicep, feeling her knees nearly give out beneath her. “Dazed, flushed, and needy. Such a beautiful look on you.” He hums, his teeth gently grazing her earlobe.
The ocean waves of blood washing over her tongue remind Y/N of how hard she’s biting into her bottom lip. She wants to scream, moan, anything that allows her to liberate the feelings boiling within, but she remembers her promise just moments ago and she remembers that if she breaks, he stops. As much as she wants to let it out, she refuses to make him stop now.
“Please stop teasing me, Shawn. Please.” Her pleas fall on deaf ears as a dark chuckle pierces through the darkness. “Now you know I can’t do that, honey. That’s not my style.”
“Well can’t you fucking make it your style?” She grunted, a slight irritation at the almost nonexistent movement of his fingers setting in.
“M’kay.” Is all he says. It’s never that easy to convince him to stop with his games. Never. It always took her to her vocal limits to convince him to even slightly speed up. Shawn seduces her until tears are streaming down her pretty little face, pools of disheveled sheets surround her, and her skin is slick with sweat and desperation, every fucking time. Y/N knows she’s thinking too much about this. She thinks so much his lips blanketing her clit blindside her, pulling a strangled scream from her throat.
Even in the dim light of the handicapped bathroom, Y/N can feel his piercing chocolate eyes staring daggers through her chest. She knows he is, no need for bright lights or opened eyes to tell her. Her right hand reaches out for something, anything to take out this excess tension on. Her trembling hands run down past her navel, basking in the soft curls she teases between her fingers. “Fuck you,” the growl falls into the void, triggering a chuckle from Shawn and a whole new sensation to her pussy.
She whines when he pulls away, allowing the cold air breezing through the pristine bathroom to hit her dead on. “Love to, not right now, though.” His pink puckered lips return to the most intimate parts of her, to pleasing her. His fingers don’t stop, drilling into her like nobody’s business. His tongue never ceases, licking and prodding the sensitive dips, curves, and crevices of Y/N’s heat. One of those screams she wanted to let out finally bubbles up, coming out as a high-pitched moan instead.
The slurping sounds his mouth creates against her pussy drives Y/N up the walls. Something about the way he devours her, pushes her towards a pleasurable insanity. His thrusts get more forceful, more powerful, his tongue more gentle. Teasing, she might even say. “Gonna cum for me, darling? Hmm?” She nods despite him not being able to see her the best at the moment.
The knot in her stomach has been forming for God knows how long now, inflating like a fucking balloon before the opening is freed and the moistened air exits once again, a never ending cycle. Shawn knew exactly what to do, kicking his trusty assistants into overdrive. Amongst the thrusting of his digits, he adds a third one and his hand quickly flies towards Y/N’s mouth, knowing she’ll moan at any second.
His prediction was right, not even close to a shot in the dark. A deep moan presses up against his hand like her unrelenting hips as his fingers pick up their pace, desperate to feel her walls clenching around him. He couldn’t tell if he wanted her orgasm more than her or not. Her chest heaves, eyes shut tight like bolted locks while her body shakes. Her muffled moans of Shawn’s name fill his hand like overflowing water, each one making his cock swell larger in his jeans. He was grateful he wore a relatively long shirt today.
Y/N’s orgasm continues to waver over her, each hit like a jolt of electricity to her core. She’d had amazing orgasms courtesy of Shawn, but none had ever hit her this hard. Hard enough to pull tears from her eyes, leave her throat sore and deep red crescent marks in her palms. Her hair was soaked along the edges, similar to Shawn’s fingers now, her face glowing even in the dark. Shawn’s tongue doesn’t cease fire as he works mercilessly to clean Y/N up, nearly bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Better now?” Shawn quips, pulling her underwear back up her legs. Y/N unties her sundress, letting the fabric fall back down and shield her legs once again.
“Yeah, but someone else isn’t.” She hums, gesturing to the ever growing bulge in his jeans.
“Shut up, it’s your fault.” He groans, pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/N’s hands run up the expanse of his chest as she pushes him against the wall. Her hands palm at his growing cock, eliciting a loud moan from the adonis beneath her palms.
not to be the stereotypical bitch y’all already know I am…….but there is this one wonder years song that is like….Mickey fucking wrote it lmfao. I’m not kidding, every line, every FUCKING LINE, connects to Mickey’s life.
like?!?!! “I’M NOT THE PERSON THAT I WAS THEN, I’M TEARING HIM AWAY. I WAS BITTER, I WAS CARELESS, I WAS NINETEEN AND AFRAID. BUT YOU DESERVE MORE FROM ME, I DON’T KNOW WHY I WOULD SAY THOSE THINGS, BUT YOU DESERVE MORE FROM ME AND I’M TRYING EVERY DAY”