aaah peter

queen-fire03  asked:

Your so cool 💕💕love your fanfic do have any headcannon for Michelle x Peter ?

aaah, stop, but thank u! well, most of my headcanons i’m using in the fic

but one big headcanon they’ll have to prise from my cold dead fingers is that michelle always, always gets flustered when she sees peter in the suit, like it does things to her and the little shit knows it. and she’ll run her fingers over the fabric while they’re standing too close for comfort and it’s like !!!!. this might become a foreplay thing when they’re older BYE

Webbed || Peter Parker x Reader

A\N: Guys send me some more requests to write out before I leave for vacation. Enjoy tho!

Prompt No.7: “Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.”

Prompt No.9: “Congratulations. I think you found the world’s thinnest argument.”

Request: “Can you do a Peter Parker x Reader prompts 7 and 9 together? Greatly appreciated if done so!”

You chewed on the end of your pencil while staring a hole in your maths textbook. You were over at Peter’s apartment to do your homework. Why you weren’t at your house? Well your parents had some important guests over and you had been unceremoniously kicked out of the house. So now here you were. You were sitting on Peter’s bed with your books sprawled all over his bed. 

You glanced up at Peter who was sitting on the desk, his head bent over his webbing gadget tinkering with it. His back was to you so you couldn’t exactly see what he was messing around with. You confusedly looked at your book and then back at him, wondering why he wasn’t working as well.

“Hey Pete? Why am I the only one who’s currently working?”

“Oh I uh finished ten minutes before you got here,” he answered not looking up.

“Huh,” you shrugged. “Sure why not? By the way what are you even doing?”

“I’m trying to improve my web shooters,” Peter answered turning around with a screwdriver in his hand. “I also developed a new formula for the webbing so that it’s more stronger. Makes it harder for the bad guys to rip it apart.”

“Such casual, much vaow,” you smirked at which he rolled his eyes. “A totally normal day. I just developed a new formula. Tomorrow I’m gonna go to Mars and come back in time to find a cure for cancer. Maybe even solve world hunger.”

Peter threw a crumpled up paper ball at you but you successfully moved out of its way. “Thank you for your support in my crime fighting business.”

“Are you kidding? My best friend is a kickass human spider. Things could not be more supportive.”

Peter grinned at you and turned back to his gadget. After a few minutes he put the screwdriver down and stood up yelling success in a triumphant manner. 

“What’s the matter? Found a cure?” you sarcastically said scribbling the solution to a question in your textbook. 

“Oh haha. Very funny. No I finished the improvements. Do you hear that?” he said putting his hand behind his ear. “That’s the sound of my awesomeness.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lame. Besides be careful. May might walk in.”

“Oh don’t worry she isn’t home,” Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he prodded the device. “Now where is the- AAAH!”

Peter had accidentally shot himself with his web shooter and he was currently stuck to the wall in an awkward position. 

“Holy shit Peter!” you burst into laughter as you clambered out of his bed. “What did you even do?”

“It’s not funny!” he managed to say as you were clutching your stomach in laughter.

“It’s not? Well you should see yourself from where I’m standing. It is hilarious!”

“Oh come on [Y\N],” he pleaded as you dissolved in a fit of giggles. “Help me out here!”

“Should I though? You didn’t help me out with homework.”

“Congratulations,” his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just found the world’s thinnest argument.”

“That tone won’t help you out in this situation buddy.” He simply glared at you. “Okay okay sheesh.”

And you bustled off to find something that could get Peter out of his mess.

~Charlie

they-call-him-vincent​:

“After…I’m gonna kill y-ou,” he promised the man. With that, Vincent had lost the last of his strength and nearly melted onto the floor, eyes fastened shut.

He didn’t even remember most of the attack. He had been backing out of the security room, not paying attention to anything, when this…this thing came and violently attacked him. Out of pure surprise, he didn’t even try to defend himself.

What a lovely decision.

Vincent had been gripping the hem of the man’s pants, trying to drag himself upwards. But when he lost consciousness, his red and brown hands relaxed completely and let go of the other.

(there’s a mask that we wear) A voice, the Voice, was singing softly in his mind.

“Hey, it’s not my fault they don’t like you.” … They didn’t like him? They didn’t like someone other than the one they’ve been haunting for months? They never paid much mind to anyone else. How odd. That sparked a little curiosity. The fallen man did have a slight familiarity– what could it be? The spirits went back to singing their usual song of misery once the other went silent.

Silent?

“You’re not dead are ya?” He nudged the other with his foot. Well, this was disappointing.