anchor face

Despite the mountain’s brittle screams and wails of condemnation, making every effort to throw this evil into cold oblivion, in the hopes to drown it in the relentless storms that carried their rage.

This wraith persisted, defied, fought through the obstacles the mountains presented to it. Serpentine, were the movements. But it was far from graceful, there was no grace in describing such a abomination. With every step, climbing ever closer to the place where this creature’s previous life began. 

A ledge he found, in the frozen peaks he stood. Anchored to the cliff face he saw through the snow-blanched veil and glimpsed monumental structures in the distance. 

The mountains could not hide such secrets from him and alas the curtain fell.

Flags dancing with the winds atop spires of gold, brick work as white as the snow that fell. Chimes, songs of the pure. He heard them. Yes he heard them. 

It stirred something in his thoughts, deja vu brought on by the memories of the day he first looked upon this place. Kamar-Taj.

For a moment his body shook, feathered mantel ruffled, spine cracked and the black eyeless snakes that licked and clung to his shadow and his form, wreathed in excitement….he could smell the magic that emanated from it. 

Multitudes of piecing eyes revealed themselves in the folds of his cloak….something foul clung to the stark figure like a parasite. He was wrought with something incurable, something wretched.

But….he had returned baptised in the blood of the Old Gods…

It was only a matter of time before the old magus reached the holy ground and consumed the light there as well…..

for he only knew of the abyss…and slept in the dreams of his masters who dwell there.

X

Part 1

Part 3

peaches: tom holland fluff

“hi peaches,” you laughed, approaching the hospital bed from its right side. your boyfriends eyes fluttered open drowsily and a soft smile set on his lips. “ready to go home?” you asked, pressing the back of your hand to his face, feeling the warmth under his cheeks.

“what time is it?” he asked, his mouth is full of cotton pads so his words are muffled.

“little after four, bub.” you tell him, brushing some hair off his forehead. he makes some incoherent replies and you look to his younger brother behind you to see if he can understand what’s happening. harry shrugs and you both laugh a little at tom’s delirioum.

a nurse pops in, giving you instructions on his medication and how to clean the wounds. she gives you a list of the soft foods that are ideal for your boyfriend to eat. she gives tom a pat on the shoulder with a sympathetic smile before leaving.

“hey! excuse me! wait!” he calls after her but it’s too late and she’s disappeared behind a heavy door. “ah man. i didn’t get to tell her about the transformers.”

“what transformers?” harry asks with an eyebrow quirked.

“in the other room she was talking like a transformer!” he reasons and you shake your head.

“alight, lets go. c'mon, peaches.” you say again, pulling his arm so he sits up. he stares at you for a minute before nodding and letting you help him into some shoes. he slides off the bed, going straight for you. his taunt body wraps around yours but his weight is unusually balanced and it sends you stumbling a little.

harry goes to take one of your boyfriend’s arms but tom waves him off before reattaching himself to you. walking is awkward at first but eventually you get it to work and head towards the car.

“excuse me, missy.” he says, tapping on your collarbone. you’re almost there and harry’s a little ahead of the two of you. “you’re using our secret nicknames.” he pouts and you avoid the urge to peck his swollen cheek.

“i’m sorry, baby. but i just saw you laying there helpless. i couldn’t not call you it.” you say, reaching across his face to anchor your hand on his ear and press a few kisses to his neck. “plus harry won’t say anything.”

“are you kidding me?? he’s already got at least four jokes about ‘peaches’.” he frowns.

“well do you not want me to call you that anymore?”

“no! no! i like it too much.” he mumbles and you two finally reach the car. you help him into the backseat and buckle his seatbelt. “just have to keep up my cool guy act when i’m around the lads.”

you couldn’t help but laugh and placed a firm kiss to his forehead. you make sure he’s correctly situated before pulling away. but toms hand catches your elbow.

“please don’t stop calling me that.” he frowns and you can tell he thinks that he’s upset you.

“alright, love. you’ll be my peaches forever.” you grin, kissing his forehead a couple times. he smiles contently, his head still in a dreamy state.

harry is a giggling mess as he climbs into the drivers seat as you get in the passenger’s.

“what are you laughing at, harry beary?!” tom hollers from the back and harry instantly turns red at the childhood nickname. tom laughs longer than he should have before settling himself down.

the car ride is mostly peaceful except for tom’s soft singing of “sweet home alabama” that harry can’t help but post on instagram with the caption “peaches is drunk”.

so apparently someone made a survey of favourite destiel fic authors (that someone being @unforth-ninawaters​), and somehow i’m ranked as 5th favourite????!?! thaNK YOU people who put my name down????? my mother is gonna be thrilled (and then ask why i’m not #1)

on another note, i’ve spent the last two days of my life painting my room purple after literally 8 years (and i mean literally, not figuratively, or exaggeratively), trying get my health up enough that i could paint a hecking wall. it. is. done. THE WALLS ARE PURPLE

I AM PLEASED

AND DEAR GOD I AM EXHAUSTED IT’S 3AM everything hurts i’m dying i need to sleep

k bye

links to all 65 of my destiel fics on ao3, because of reasons

some favourites:

and my newest fic (which i’m changing the summary for right now because nobody knows what it’s meant to be):

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is kind of random, but what size do you usually start out with for your canvas? I always have a hard time with sizing so I was wondering if you had some advice! (hope you have a great day and that this isn't too much of a hassle)

this is the sizing i usually start out with!

the canvas size isn’t supposed to limit your creative space! feel free to adjust and crop it however you like as you draw, if you notice that the dimensions aren’t complementing your work. for example:

you realise that there’s too much space to fill below, just crop by going to (for painttool sai) Canvas > Change size:

i wanna cut off the space below, so change the anchor to face that direction and key in your values for height:

and babaam!

Steal My Heart

Word Count: 1282

Summary: You’re a metahuman who can influence emotions. Did you influence Peter Parker, a long time crush, to like you or is it on his own accord?


Peter Parker is easily one of the most attractive guys in your school. You’re sure of it. And you’ve been sure of it since you were young.

Sadly, the world generally shames people who have crushes on their best friends. So, you knew that you had to bury your feelings deep within you. Very deep, to where no one would ever find them.

Of course, burying your feelings is usually tougher for you. You’re a metahuman who can influence other’s emotions. This means if you have… stronger feelings for someone, you unconsciously begin to influence their emotions. You can’t completely change someone’s feelings, but if they’re sad, you can gently remind them of good memories. If they’re angry, you can coax them to just being slightly upset. If they like you, you can make the fondness more intense.

Which is why you have to be careful. You have to make sure you live in a state of neutrality. If you get real angry, you could start a riot. If you get real sad… well you know what happens when people get depressed.

You knew from the beginning that Peter Parker was Spider-man. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. His voice is so unique that you’d be an idiot to not know. But you played dumb. Knowing that he was out there, risking his life for strangers and your city, only made your love for him grow.

Tonight is one of many study dates. It’s not weird to find yourself at Peter’s house, just lounging about. Aunt May, who loves you now, took forever to warm up to you. She once told Peter that something was off about you. But quickly realized she was wrong. With some minor help from yours truly. You only sped up the process of her liking you, it would’ve happened at some point in time.

You plop yourself down in his desk chair, biting your lower lip as you put your books on his desk. Time to learn maths, your personal favourite. You are thankful, though; it’s much easier to keep your emotions neutral or under control when you’re bored out of your mind than when you’re staring at a very cute boy… who’s perfect in everyway and you-

You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of the thoughts. “Ready, Peter?” You ask, turning your head to look at the boy who’s standing next to you.

You find his eyes already on your face, making a rose colour rise to your cheeks. Why would he be staring at you already? Damn, you’re probably influencing him…

He coughs slightly before nodding. “Y-yeah… maths. Your favourite, right?” He jokes before pulling up another chair, this one stolen from the dining table on your way in. He sets his own worksheet on the table, before grabbing a pencil and getting to work. He flies through the equations, stopping every now and then to think through the process before finishing it.

He’s on his 5th question just as you’re finishing your 2nd. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, speedster. I need a little help with the formula on this one.” You tell him, pointing to the 3rd question.

Peter nods, leaning in to look at the paper closer. Your breath catches slightly as you realize how close your faces are. You could just lean over to kiss him right then. Your eyes are anchored to his face, watching as his eyes scan the question before looking skyward to think. You love the fact that you can just tell what he’s thinking by looking at his eyes.

His eyes finally make their way to yours, locking onto them. It’s like was casted over him as he stares at you.

Pink converges onto your cheeks as he continues to stare. You both start to lean in at the same time, your lips brushing his before you remember. My power! You quickly get up from the chair, stepping back from him.

Peter stares up at you, his face blood red as he goes to explain. “I-I-I thought you liked me too, I’m sorry if I misread that!”

You shake your head, “No no no no no, it’s not you! I-It’s me! I… I just can’t kiss you…”You mumble, feeling shy as you go to play with your fingers.

You can just feel the confusing pulsing off him as he takes a step forward. “What… what do you mean, you can’t kiss me?” He asks, confusion in every word.

You shrug, biting your lip. “I can’t tell you. Just please believe me.” You take a step to the side, it’s like you and Peter are going around each other. Resembling fighters in the ring.

He quietly shuts his door, so Aunt May can’t hear. “(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, his voice a quiet whisper as he takes another step towards you, holding out his hands.

You look anywhere but at him, contemplating if you can actually tell him. “Okay… I’m only going to tell you, because I know you’re Spider-man.” You tell him, your voice low.

“W-What??? Noooo, I am not… who??” Peter says, trying to play it cool as his voice goes higher. You roll your eyes and give a small, halfhearted, chuckle.

“I wanted you to tell me when the time is right, but that’s not important, okay? You cannot tell anyone. You have to promise me that.” You put stress on ‘any’, making the most serious and straight face you’ve ever made in your life.

He nods, his lips pressing together.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, so I have a power. It’s not cool like Wanda’s or fun like yours…. It’s lame and it really interfers with my life. But I can influence people’s emotions?” You tell him, making the last phrase sound like a question.

He looks shell shocked as his mouth opens. Before he can say anything, you start talking again. “Which is why I can’t kiss you. I have no idea if you actually like me, or if I’m just influencing you to like me because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met and I think it’s love. I can make people’s fondness for me more intense, almost? Like turning likeness into love and just a general friendship likeness into something more. I don’t know I’m doing it, I swear!” You rant, trying to tell him everything about your power before he freaks out.

He slowly starts to smile, before laughing. “(Y/N), you really think that you made me feel the way I do? No, there’s no way. There’s no way the way my stomach flips when I see you out of the corner of my eye is your influence. Or the way I can’t see to be able to talk when you’re around. Or how you still look cute in sweatpants and I can’t seem to catch my breath when you look at me. None of that is your doing. I’m in love with you and falling deeper every day. That’s not you.” He whispers, stepping closer and putting his hands on your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the warmth, his words settling your fears.

“So, will you please shut up and just kiss me…?” He asks, his voice hoarse and you smile. Opening your eyes to look into his sparkling brown ones. There’s a small smirk on his face, a confidence that you’ve never seen before. You nod before closing your eyes once again. This time, you lean in all the way.

“Peter Park, you steal my heart every day…” You whisper, your lips brushing his with every word.

Drifting

Request: 18) “I always over-think, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life." Colour: Brown

Requester: Anon

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Introvert!Companion!Reader

Warning: Heights

Words: 865

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Travelling with the Doctor was overwhelming at times, and being introverted meant that too many social interactions when visiting places, quickly drained your energy to the point of slumping over on the floor of the TARDIS as to give yourself time to breathe. The Doctor had swiftly figured out your need to be alone for a while, even if he was used to a constantly curious companion. This then triggered a habit for the both of you. It satisfied both of your needs: for you to sit quietly but still feel someone there, and for The Doctor to be near someone, talking or not. Your compromise consisted of sitting in the doors of the TARDIS, floating above a calming planet. 

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How to Start a War (Drabble Challenge)

Originally posted by jonginssoo

4. “Why is there a pregnancy test in the trash?” + Jongin

Jongin looked up from his phone as you walked into the room with a yawn. You ran your fingers through your hair tiredly.

‘Come here,’ he said softly, opening his arms. You looked at him skeptically, but he waved you over insistently. Jongin pulled you down onto the couch and tucked your head against his chest, his thighs cradling you securely between his legs. He hummed quietly and stroked your hair as you blinked slowly and fell asleep believing you were in heaven already.

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@patronusmagnus just mentioned Malec and their special spot that is their balcony and it got me thinking again:

Magnus sitting on a love seat on the balcony, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. The morning breeze still a bit cold, brushing over his cobalt blue robe that is left unbuttoned. 

Alec’s head is resting in his lap, eyes are closed and peacefully sleeping. Magnus looks at his boyfriend, looks full of love and awe. His arm is laying on Alec’s chest, their pinkies intertwined and Alec is holding onto it, like it is some kind of anchor. His face all relaxed and soft, the hint of a small smile curling at his mouth like he just dreams something really nice. 

Magnus chuckles and looks over the ledge, the sun rising over Brooklyn Bridge. A new day’s coming. Another day with Alec right by his side.

doraingray  asked:

could you maybe write jimon in the early stages of their relationship and they just held hands for the first time and it's really cute and soft?? i love your writing thank you so much!! ✨

hi that is so nice thank you!!! i love your prompt it’s so adorable, you’re amazing!! 

“Slow down.” Alec huffs at Jace as they both stride up the sidewalk to the Institute. “Last time I checked, nothing’s on fire. You can walk slower.” 

“You’re the one with the freakishly long legs.” Jace snipes back. “You can keep up.” 

“I hunt demons all day, and then I get sassed by my own brother as thanks.” Alec mutters snidely under his breath as they climb up the stairs. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Sure.” Jace says distractedly, not even paying attention. Butterflies have taken up residence in his stomach, a familiar giddy feeling creeping up on him. He bites his lip as they walk through the front doors, scanning the room for a familiar head of brown curls. 

“Oh I get it.” Alec says, laughing a little. Jace looks at him, and Alec smirks. “It’s the thrill of young love. You’re nervous. Aw.” 

Jace scowls at Alec and chooses not to answer; Alec can probably tell anyway through their bond that he’s jittery with anticipation. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair as they stop by a weapons rack, stripping their gear off methodically. 

He and Simon have only really been official for maybe half a day - six hours at the most. He’s liked Simon for so long, but it’s been a long, difficult battle; he had Valentine to get over, and Simon had to find his place as a Daylighter. It’s hard to know what exactly is normal as a Shadowhunter, and feelings like this are never something he’s been allowed to have. It took him months to work up the courage to ask Simon out, and even then he’d nearly shouted the question at poor Lewis, who’d agreed immediately and then looked panicked. And Jace had been called away on a mission before they could really talk about it. 

It’s not that he doubts what they have; it’s just that it’s new, and fragile, and so very delicate in their hands. They’re both a little afraid of commitment. It’s a work in progress. 

“Don’t overthink it.” Alec says softly, breaking him out of his thoughts, and Jace looks at him as they push the weapons rack back into the wall. Alec gives him a small smile. “It’ll be alright, Jace.”

“Are you sure?” Jace mutters as they go over to one of the tables. He can see Clary, Simon, and Izzy making their way into the Institute, probably off of patrol. The sight of Simon takes his breath away, and his heart starts beating rapidly. This is ridiculous. Everything is ridiculous. 

“Breathe, Jace.” Alec says, looking at him funny, and Jace groans and crosses his arms. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

“I die.” Jace says immediately. Alec side-eyes him spectacularly for that, but Jace doesn’t have time to respond because Simon is here

Here, in the flesh, solid and so very real as he draws close to Jace. His hair is ruffled from the wind, curls going every which way, and it’s so endearing. Simon’s staring at Jace, his eyes crinkled in happiness as he offers Jace a small smile, biting his lips. 

“Hi.” Simon says breathlessly, and Jace can’t help the stupid grin that makes its way to his face. 

“Hi yourself.” He responds, raking his gaze over Simon’s form. “Patrol okay?” 

“Oh, you know.” Simon shrugs. “The usual. Demons, vampires, werewolves - an average Tuesday night for me now.” 

“How boring.” Jace says drily, and Simon laughs. Just like that, a little of the awkward, thick tension lessens, and Jace can breathe easier; Simon’s eyes soften and he takes a step closer to Jace until they’re standing nearly shoulder to shoulder. 

“It’s good to see you.” Simon says quietly. His voice is pitched low, the words wrapping them in their own little bubble; Jace’s field of vision has narrowed down to just Simon and his bright, bright gaze. 

“You just saw me this morning.” Jace teases lowly. Simon’s lips twist into a crooked grin, and Jace’s breath catches even as the Simon’s fingers brush against the back of his hand, a slight touch that leaves a trail of burning heat in it’s wake. For Jace, time seems to stand still as he keeps looking at Simon, a moment of quiet where their hands are just barely connected, and then ever so carefully he turns his palm outward and slips his fingers along Simon’s; Simon’s answering grin is dazzling as he laces their fingers tighter together, squeezing Jace’s hand and rubbing his thumb across Jace’s knuckles. 

“You know what I mean.” Simon says, bringing his other hand up and gently brushing Jace’s hair back. They’ve completely forgotten the rest of the Institute, and that they’re barely ten feet away from the others, who are studiously keeping up their own conversation and giving them some time; all Jace is aware of is Simon, and he’s pretty sure it works the same way on Simon’s end. He’s almost overwhelmed by how happy he is, the feeling bubbling up in his throat and threatening to spill over; he feels like he could shout from the rooftops how much he likes this boy, how much he likes something as mundane as holding his hand, how much it anchors him, facing the world as Simon and Jace together

“I do.” Jace agrees softly, slowly leaning forward. Simon’s hand slides from his hair down to the base of his neck, pressing lightly against the skin there as he urges Jace on, his eyes flicking briefly to Jace’s lips, before they meet in the middle, their lips pressing together, agonizingly slow. 

It’s not their first kiss, not even their second kiss, but it’s the first one they’ve shared since Jace asked Simon on a date. Standing here, with Simon’s hand firmly intertwined with his, feeling Simon’s soft lips against his own, a hint of teeth as Simon’s fangs slip a little - 

It makes Jace believe in a happy ending; in something beautiful and achingly real.

Inktober 2016: Day 14 - Genderbend

(I dub these two… Erika and Renée! And they are seriously adorable and I think it’d be an interesting au to explore. Both their personalities would be the same, except its society that treats them differently now. Lol, for Raoul’s sideburns, I went with some hair curls instead. Also, Erika dresses as a man to keep the Opera Ghost persona, but Renée can talk her into a dress occasionally..)

Bonus: Modern ver.

(Of course Raoul plays Pokemon Go…)

((Edit: whoops, forgot to flip it back from mirror image xD I do that sometimes to check for mistakes. Hey, it works!)

You ever see a female news anchor who doesn’t wear makeup? If you saw a female news anchor bare faced that would seem weird, wouldn’t it?

But male news anchors never have any on. And we never question their credentials or competency for it.

Everybody_knows_shits_fucked.mp4

And So It Begins

It started with a nightmare.

 But don’t all stories begin in some way like this? 

The war had ended and had taken its far share of weary lives. Sucked out some of the best individuals and only to leave the ones with the greatest luck.

 The strongest of heart as well.

 Dorian was the King of Adarlan. A mighty feat in itself, but the kingdom was rebuilding. Many nights he would return to his room exhausted, distraught, and low. 

Nearly every night Manon would slip into his quarters. Or he would slip into hers. Her quarters only a few doors down from his own since she had taken it amongst herself and her remaining Thirteen to inhabit the Adarlan castle.

It was the night of Dorian’s nightmare that erupted everything.

Almost like clockwork the two knew when to avoid the other on nights of nightmares. They preferred to separate themselves, only coming together those particular nights to bed the other. 

Though this night Dorian did not feel like a nightmare was slipping into his head. It had been a while since the darkness began to choke him, and he felt the pain, the destruction, the guilt. It was something he didn’t want anyone to ever see. 

But it came. 

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Steal My Heart

Word Count: 1282

Summary: You’re a metahuman who can influence emotions. Did you influence Peter Parker, a long time crush, to like you or is it on his own accord?

Peter Parker is easily one of the most attractive guys in your school. You’re sure of it. And you’ve been sure of it since you were young.

Sadly, the world generally shames people who have crushes on their best friends. So, you knew that you had to bury your feelings deep within you. Very deep, to where no one would ever find them.

Of course, burying your feelings is usually tougher for you. You’re a metahuman who can influence other’s emotions. This means if you have… stronger feelings for someone, you unconsciously begin to influence their emotions. You can’t completely change someone’s feelings, but if they’re sad, you can gently remind them of good memories. If they’re angry, you can coax them to just being slightly upset. If they like you, you can make the fondness more intense.

Which is why you have to be careful. You have to make sure you live in a state of neutrality. If you get real angry, you could start a riot. If you get real sad… well you know what happens when people get depressed.

You knew from the beginning that Peter Parker was Spider-man. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. His voice is so unique that you’d be an idiot to not know. But you played dumb. Knowing that he was out there, risking his life for strangers and your city, only made your love for him grow.

Tonight is one of many study dates. It’s not weird to find yourself at Peter’s house, just lounging about. Aunt May, who loves you now, took forever to warm up to you. She once told Peter that something was off about you. But quickly realized she was wrong. With some minor help from yours truly. You only sped up the process of her liking you, it would’ve happened at some point in time.

You plop yourself down in his desk chair, biting your lower lip as you put your books on his desk. Time to learn maths, your personal favourite. You are thankful, though; it’s much easier to keep your emotions neutral or under control when you’re bored out of your mind than when you’re staring at a very cute boy… who’s perfect in everyway and you-

You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of the thoughts. “Ready, Peter?” You ask, turning your head to look at the boy who’s standing next to you.

You find his eyes already on your face, making a rose colour rise to your cheeks. Why would he be staring at you already? Damn, you’re probably influencing him…

He coughs slightly before nodding. “Y-yeah… maths. Your favourite, right?” He jokes before pulling up another chair, this one stolen from the dining table on your way in. He sets his own worksheet on the table, before grabbing a pencil and getting to work. He flies through the equations, stopping every now and then to think through the process before finishing it.

He’s on his 5th question just as you’re finishing your 2nd. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, speedster. I need a little help with the formula on this one.” You tell him, pointing to the 3rd question.

Peter nods, leaning in to look at the paper closer. Your breath catches slightly as you realize how close your faces are. You could just lean over to kiss him right then. Your eyes are anchored to his face, watching as his eyes scan the question before looking skyward to think. You love the fact that you can just tell what he’s thinking by looking at his eyes.

His eyes finally make their way to yours, locking onto them. It’s like was casted over him as he stares at you.

Pink converges onto your cheeks as he continues to stare. You both start to lean in at the same time, your lips brushing his before you remember. My power! You quickly get up from the chair, stepping back from him.

Peter stares up at you, his face blood red as he goes to explain. “I-I-I thought you liked me too, I’m sorry if I misread that!”

You shake your head, “No no no no no, it’s not you! I-It’s me! I… I just can’t kiss you…”You mumble, feeling shy as you go to play with your fingers.

You can just feel the confusing pulsing off him as he takes a step forward. “What… what do you mean, you can’t kiss me?” He asks, confusion in every word.

You shrug, biting your lip. “I can’t tell you. Just please believe me.” You take a step to the side, it’s like you and Peter are going around each other. Resembling fighters in the ring.

He quietly shuts his door, so Aunt May can’t hear. “(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, his voice a quiet whisper as he takes another step towards you, holding out his hands.

You look anywhere but at him, contemplating if you can actually tell him. “Okay… I’m only going to tell you, because I know you’re Spider-man.” You tell him, your voice low.

“W-What??? Noooo, I am not… who??” Peter says, trying to play it cool as his voice goes higher. You roll your eyes and give a small, halfhearted, chuckle.

“I wanted you to tell me when the time is right, but that’s not important, okay? You cannot tell anyone. You have to promise me that.” You put stress on ‘any’, making the most serious and straight face you’ve ever made in your life.

He nods, his lips pressing together.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, so I have a power. It’s not cool like Wanda’s or fun like yours…. It’s lame and it really interfers with my life. But I can influence people’s emotions?” You tell him, making the last phrase sound like a question.

He looks shell shocked as his mouth opens. Before he can say anything, you start talking again. “Which is why I can’t kiss you. I have no idea if you actually like me, or if I’m just influencing you to like me because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met and I think it’s love. I can make people’s fondness for me more intense, almost? Like turning likeness into love and just a general friendship likeness into something more. I don’t know I’m doing it, I swear!” You rant, trying to tell him everything about your power before he freaks out.

He slowly starts to smile, before laughing. “(Y/N), you really think that you made me feel the way I do? No, there’s no way. There’s no way the way my stomach flips when I see you out of the corner of my eye is your influence. Or the way I can’t see to be able to talk when you’re around. Or how you still look cute in sweatpants and I can’t seem to catch my breath when you look at me. None of that is your doing. I’m in love with you and falling deeper every day. That’s not you.” He whispers, stepping closer and putting his hands on your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the warmth, his words settling your fears.

“So, will you please shut up and just kiss me…?” He asks, his voice hoarse and you smile. Opening your eyes to look into his sparkling brown ones. There’s a small smirk on his face, a confidence that you’ve never seen before. You nod before closing your eyes once again. This time, you lean in all the way.

“Peter Park, you steal my heart every day…” You whisper, your lips brushing his with every word.