belle: remember me not to let you run alone ever again

World’s Best Dad

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: One of the reader’s students has a problem and she confronts her father about what’s going on…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: My second ever daddy Dean fic. Quote for this one was “It was an accident I swear!”…

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{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Study Date - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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Guys Evermore has me so shook like

  • It comes at the PERFECT time for the beast. He’s hesitant with his emotions but when Belle leaves all that reluctance goes out the window too, and he just….. pours his heart out
    • fuck what kind of good ass character development nothing will ever top this 
  • “I know she’ll never leave me, even as she runs away. She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may”
    • this line particularly gets me like…. the beast knows that no matter what, even if she chooses to never return, belle will always be with him, tormenting his memories of what could have been
    • but she also calms him, inspires him, brings him strength…. this is true love right here, the epitome of disney romance. fuck me up
  • And then
  • “Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door. I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in, and be with me for evermore.”
    • The beast doesnt even think for ONE SECOND that Belle will actually come back to him… he hopes but he knows with all of his heart that he’s lying to himself
      • good god man thats so fucking sad SHE LOVES YOU!! SHUT UP!!! SHE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU SHE JUST HAD TO SAVE HER PAPA SHE WILL BE BACK!!!!! !! !!!!!
      • SRSLY SHE LOVES YOU !!!!!!!
  • And in this song like… it’s not just Belle he’s losing to those “long long nights”, it’s the rest of his friends, his family, because they’re going to die and leave him completely alone, forever, without anyone to love
  • Which like?? fuck???
  • And even THAT fate wouldn’t have hurt so much before as it would now, because now he actually REMEMBERS how to love, and just as soon as he learns to again it’s torn away from him for all eternity
  • And the beast has no anger towards belle?? the most agressive he gets is when he sings “I let her steal into my melancholy heart” and even there it sounds more like he’s angry at himself than angry at belle
    • he’s sad as fuck but never angry which, again,,, look at that fucking character development
  • also idk if it’s just me but i DEFINITELY think the beast sounds the most open, prince-like, and HUMAN in this track than the rest of the film
  • anyway i’ve listened to this 87 times and see no end in sight
Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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Forever & Always | Peter Parker

Summary: The reader is best friends with Peter Parker and decided to take matters into her own hands when Flash begins tormenting him at Liz’s party…

Warning: Anger issues, Language, and Fluff

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @pastelpeter


A/N: I have so many requests in my inbox at the moment so sorry this took so long to get up. But requests have not closed so keep sending them in. I love writing and I have all the time in the world.

Peter Parker made his way through the busy hallways of Midtown School of Science on a Friday. He approached his locker and entered the combination before opening it up. 

“Hey, Pete. You coming tonight?” Ned asked, coming up behind him.

“What’s tonight?”

“You know,” Ned replied. Peter closed his locker door shut and began walking with his best friend to their first class of the day.

“No, I don’t.”

“Tonight is Liz’s party,” Ned said with a wide smile plastered on his face. Peter looked away and shrugged his shoulders.

“So what?”

“Dude, come on.”

“What?” Peter asked innocently.

“I bet you a certain Y/N is gonna be there,” Ned added, nudging Peter’s arm playfully. A teasing smirk evident on Ned’s face. Peter shoved him away gently.

“Come on man. Leave me alone.” Peter couldn’t hold back the blush now seeping onto his face.

“Tonight is the perfect chance for you to ask her out.”

“No, no, no. I am not doing that,” Peter said, looking over at Ned.

“Why not?”

“Because she is my best friend and best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards each other. I just don’t want to risk the friendship we already have,” Peter said sorrowfully. “That’s all it is.”

“Mhmm, okay. Whatever you say.” The bell rang and the two of them looked at each other before running off to get to class.

Peter played with his meatloaf at lunch, picking at it with his fork. His chin rest in the palm of his hand and his eyes were downcast on the nasty cafeteria food before him. He couldn’t help but think of Y/N. That’s all he ever thought about.

The truth was, Peter and Y/N had known each other since they were babies. They had grown up together and developed an unbreakable friendship over the years. He still remembers the day he first met her, her pretty eyes shining at him as she held a small cardboard box in her hands while her father unlocked the apartment door next to Peter’s. 

Throughout the years, the two had become even closer. Y/N would sometimes spend the night and vice versa. They would watch Star Wars together and eat popcorn. They worked on school together and went out to the mall on the weekends with Ned. Peter had a crush on her since the day he met her but never had the courage to tell it to her face. And so he kept quiet.

He was always there for her and she was always there for him. He comforted her when she went through her first breakup, he comforted her when her mother died, and he comforted her when she wasn’t accepted into a college she really wanted to go to.

He was always there to pick her back up again. He was always there to tell her that things were going to be alright. He never let her down. And with every passing day, not one went by without Peter thinking of her.

“Peter?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up into Y/N’s eyes. She stood before him with a tray of food in her hands. “Mind if I sit here?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head. She smiled at him and sat down across the table from the two boys. Y/N brushed a strand of hair out of her face and pushed it behind her ear.

“So, are you guys going to Liz’s party tonight?”

“I am,” Ned said.

Y/N directed her gaze to Peter and tilted her head. “What about you, Pete?”

“W-Well, are y-you going?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Then I guess I will come. Homework can wait,” Peter said, his lips forming a tight line on his face, his lips disappearing into his mouth shyly.


That night, Liz knocked on her bedroom door as she waited for Y/N to exit it. “Y/N. Are you changed yet?”

“I don’t know, Liz. I don’t really like dress you gave me,” Y/N’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. Liz had leaned Y/N one of her many dresses so Y/N would be able to grab the attention of Peter Parker.

Y/N had recently developed a crush on Peter and had only told Liz about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about his brown curls and dazzling brown eyes. She couldn’t help but fantasize over her best friend. Though Y/N thought it was wrong for her to have feelings towards him, she couldn’t help herself. Peter Parker truly was perfect in her eyes.

Y/N exited Liz’s room in a small black dress that hugged her small figure perfectly. A smile grew on Liz’s face and she held her hands out. A nervously look portrayed on Y/N’s face as she looked herself over.

“Look at you! You look so hot!”

“I-I don’t know, Liz. Don’t you think it is a little too much?” Liz scoffed and pushed Y/N back inside her room. She turned her best friend around so she could see herself in the mirror.

“Nonsense. You look amazing. I am one percent sure you are going to take Peter’s breath away,” Liz complimented.

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, the guests will be arriving soon.” Liz left the room and Y/N took another look at herself. She smoothed down her dress and patted her wavy hair down. She double checked to see if her makeup was pretty enough and it was. Finally she grabbed a little perfume off of Liz’s vanity and sprayed it on herself.

“There,” she said, finally content with the way she looked. She spun on her heels and made her way towards the door, a bit of confidence emitted with each step she took. 

Peter and Ned were only ten minutes late but by the looks of it, they were probably the last people to arrive at the party. Peter looked around the room nervously, in search for Y/N. Ned nudged Peter’s arm and pointed from across the room.

There she was. All dressed up for the occasion. Peter’s eyes softened at the sight of her, letting his mind run wild. He loved the way her lips curved into a smile when she talked and he loved the way her dress fit her small figure perfectly.

Y/N turned her head and caught sight of Peter. She waved at him and it took him a lot of courage to wave back. “She’s here,” Ned said. 

“I know.” Y/N excused herself from the group of people she was talking to and made her way over to Peter and Ned. Peter’s eyes trailed up and down her body multiple times before she reached them.

“Hi boys,” she smiled.

“Hi Y/N,” Ned laughed slightly.

“H-Hi Y/n,” Peter’s voice squeaked. It had betrayed him. “W-Wow, you look great.”

“Thanks,” Y/N smiled widely. When she smiled, Peter smiled. “Well help yourselves to all the pizza you can eat and–”

“PETER PARKER! What’s up?” They all directed their gazes to Flash who was controlling the music for the night. With a microphone in hand, he began to torment him. “Trying to land yourself a date with Y/N? We all know that is never going to happen.”

The crowd laughed and Peter looked around, completely and utterly embarrassed. Y/N clenched her fists in anger, locking her jaw in place.

“Hey, where’s your pal Spiderman?” 

God, he was still on this? Every since Ned blurted out in gym class that Peter knew Spiderman, Flash has not been able to stop teasing the poor boy about it. Probably because he didn’t believe him.

“Is he in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?”

“Shut up, Flash,” Y/N said loudly enough for him to hear her. Nonetheless, Flash continued to tease Peter.

“That’s not Spiderman. That is just Ned in a red shirt.”

The crowd roared in laughter and Peter stepped back in defense. He looked down at his feet because he couldn’t take the teasing any more. Y/N stormed over to Flash and pushed his microphone down.

“That’s enough Flash,” she warned.

“Come on, Y/N. Lighten up. I am just having a little fun,” Flash smirked. “Won’t you have a little fun with me?” He winked at her and that was the last straw. She raised her hand and delivered it to his face. 


Flash stumbled backwards and clutched onto his cheek in pain. Peter raced over to Y/N’s side and wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and trying to hold her back. She kicked in Peter’s arms in protest.

“Leave him alone!” She shouted.

“Y/N,” Peter warned. He pulled her away from Flash as fast as he could.

“Let me at him! Let me at him! He doesn’t deserve to get away with these kind of things,” she yelled. All eyes were set on her as Peter dragged her away from the party, much to her protest.

Once safely on the curb of the street, Peter set her down on her feet. She turned around and tried to run back into the house but Peter grabbed her by her waist again. He hoisted her up off the ground and carried her into the none busy street.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down,” Peter grunted as she hit his back. 

“I can’t! Not until you let me go so I can go punch that son of a bitch in the face.” Peter set her down again and roughly grabbed her arms. 

“He’s not worth getting all riled up for,” Peter said, shaking her. She stopped right there and then. “Don’t waste your breath. He will never change.”

“P-Peter, I- I am so sorry,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Its fine.”

“I just get so angry when he torments you. You don’t deserve all that crap he is giving you,” she said. He released her arms from his grip and he smoothed his hands over them reassuringly.

“I know but there is nothing either one of us can do about it,” he shrugged.

“I just wish I could take a tree branch and shove it up his–”

“Y/N,” Peter warned. 

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“Come on. Let’s take a walk. Blow some steam off.” Y/N nodded in agreement and the two of them began walking down the street together. “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?” Y/N asked, looking over at Peter. He shoved his hands in his pockets and gazed down at his feet. He shrugged his shoulders.

“For defending me, I guess. Not a lot of people are willing to stand up to a bully.” Y/N stayed silent and breathed in the night’s cool and fresh air.

“Your welcome then.”

“Hey uh–can I ask you something?” Y/N briefly glance over at him.


“D-Do you–no–are you–going to–are you going to go to Homecoming? Or are you going w-with anyone?” Peter said, stumbling over his words.

“I was going to go but nobody asked me,” Peter stopped in his tracks.

“Really? I find that hard to believe,” Peter stated.

“And why is that?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, look at you. You are so pretty–.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and his mouth dropped open, realizing the words that had just flown from his mouth. “Well, I-I-I mean…”

“You think I am pretty?”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” his voice cracked. “You are really pretty and amazing and so smart. You are the most beautiful and most perfect person on this planet.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” She asked, a curios look on her face.

“B-Beacaue…I…like…you,” he breathed. 

“You do?” Peter nodded his head, now looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards one another. We are suppose to be civil and accept our positions as just friends,” Peter said, more confidently this time.

“Bullshit,” he looked up. “I don’t care about being civil anymore.” She took a step towards Peter. “I don’t care about us not being able to love each other because we are friends.” She took another step closer, their chests now touching. Peter gazed down into her pretty little eyes. “I don’t care about any of that because I like you back, you dork.”

She reached up and cupped the back of his neck, bringing his lips down to collide with her’s. Peter immediately kissed back and wrap his arms around her waist so he could pull her closer into his arms. Y/N stood on the very tips of her toes and pulled him closer to her, lacing her arms around his neck. She wove her fingers through his brown curls and smiled against his lips before pulling away.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Peter breathed, resting his forehead against her’s.

“Me too,” she smiled up at him. 

“Will you go to Homecoming with me? Will you be my date? Will you be mine? Forever and Always?”

Y/N smiled up at him and pressed her lips against his again. He hummed against her sweet and soft lips. His hands trailed up and down her back sweetly before she pulled away again. She nodded her head and smiled up at him.

“Forever and Always.”


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misunderstandings // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles completely misjudges a situation while trying to impress the girl that he likes

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no


Sliding into her seat only seconds before the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. He had left yet another lengthy note in her locker expressing the long list of things he liked about her. According to him, her beauty could “stop time” and her smile could “cure the world from all things evil.”

Normal people would have found it creepy. Y/N on the other hand knew what it was like to be completely in love with someone who didn’t even know it and sympathized for the poor boy. 

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pairing: kai parker x reader

word count: 1431

a/n: not requested, just something i was thinking about. listen to this

One moment you were watching Alaric and Jo give their vows, the next you were lying in rubble with a distinct ringing in your ears. 

You could hear people screaming, crying, shouting, but it was like they were being muffled. You tried to move into a sitting position but stopped when a sharp pain struck through your back. You shifted your muscles and felt something lodged between your hip and spine. Eyes struggling to focus in the brightness, you pushed through the pain and managed to sit up, but your hands and arms now stung from the cuts of glass shards.

“Miss me?”

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #124 - Zootopia

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.

Format: Blu-ray

1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.

2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.

Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”

3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.

Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”

Judy: “Nope.”

Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”

Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”

4) Gideon Grey.

Originally posted by masha-russia

Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.

5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.

6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.

Originally posted by floppy999

Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.

7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.

8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.

Originally posted by raddestboy

Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.

9) Subtle.

Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”

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10) This film really runs with the animal puns.

(GIF originally posted by @baawri)

Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”

11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.

12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:

Ice Cream Parlor Owner [to Nick]: “Look, you probably can’t read…”

Damn that’s speciesist.

13) Jason Bateman as Nick Wilde.

Originally posted by a-zootopia-fan

Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.

14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.

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15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.

16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.

17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.

Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.

18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):

Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”

Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”

It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.

19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.

20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.

Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”

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21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?

(GIF originally posted by @animations-daily)

22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.

23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.

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Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.

24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.

Originally posted by officialmoviegoer

The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.

25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?

Originally posted by musicallyfoxypokemon

Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).

26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.

27) Maurice LaMarche as Mr. Big.

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.

28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).

29) This scene gives me life.

Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.

Judy: But sir, we…

Bogo: Badge!

[Judy starts to turn in her badge]

Nick: Uh… no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

30) And then there’s this…

I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.


32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).

33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!

34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…

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35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:

Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”

That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.

36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.

37) Gideon Grey returns.

Originally posted by klaus-baudelarie

If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.

38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.

And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!

39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.


(GIFs originally posted by @bridgetjones)

41) And it’s followed up by this!

Both characters are voiced by Alan Tudyk. Because Disney just can’t let that one slide, can they? I love it.

42) Same Duke. Same.

(GIFs originally posted by @baawri)

43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).

44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.

Originally posted by knurd-dna-denots

And yes, they did that on purpose.

45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely

46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.

Originally posted by lostchel

47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.

48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots

Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!

50) And of course…

Originally posted by livelovecaliforniadreams

I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Soulmate AU based off of TiMER? Basically you can get an implant on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate! Thanks!!

I’ve never seen the movie but I’ll give it a go!


Bettys feet pounded the pavement, white tennis sneakers scuffing up the Riverdale park sidewalk as her blonde ponytail bounced messily behind her. Betty Cooper turned sixteen today, just like every other birthday she hid on her own buried in the seats at the Bijou theatre, double feature after double feature keeping her mind occupied as she spared glances at the implant secured in her skin.

The digital implant was placed in the wrists of every human being at birth, it was something resembling a digital clock, a countdown blinking on the skin. It was a constant reminder that you were destined to meet your soulmate at some point, it provided hope and whimsy, a fool proof way to find love. Betty was a hopeless romantic, she loved the idea of the waiting game, the fact that there was someone out there for everyone. Unfortunately, Betty didn’t have that luxury, her own implant was stuck at 0:00, it had been like that for as long as she could remember and every year on her birthday she knew she was one year closer to being on her own for the rest of her life, it broke her heart.

The bright red lights of Pops Diner lit up the Riverdale streets, it was past 11:00 and the popular burger joint was close to deserted, there was one person who would be there though, another birthday tradition.

Sliding through the glass doors as the familiar jingle of the bells rang through the diner, Betty found exactly who she was looking for.

Jughead Jones, typing quickly on his laptop, two steaming cups of coffee sitting in front of him, he looked up to the door, smiling when his stormy grey eyes met her soft green ones. Betty wrapped her fingers around her ponytail holder and pulled it out, letting the loose honey blonde curls spill over her shoulders.

Betty slid into the booth across Jughead, lifting the caramel coffee to her lips and inhaling.

“mmm” she sighed

Jughead chuckled under his breath

“Nice to see you too Bets”

Betty looked up and grinned

“Hi Juggie”

he rolled his eyes and went back to typing, his eyes glancing up at her occasionally, taking in her profile as she stared out the window.

She was so beautiful, Betty Cooper was one of the most kindhearted, beautiful girls he had ever had the fortune of knowing. She was smart as a whip and had a dark side to rival his own, she would take the shirt off her own back if it meant helping someone else. Her eyes were sad today, they always were on this day.

“Happy Birthday Betty.” he whispered, drawing her eyes to his.

“Happy Birthday Jughead” she answered, a sad smile on her lips as her eyes shifted to the thick bracelets covering his left wrist.

He had been hiding his implant since the day he found out what it meant, he was angry and he felt cheated. The glaring 0:00 always reminding him that he was destined to be alone, he figured that was why he was so interested in Betty, she was like him, she was given the same disappointing series of numbers and she didn’t deserve it. If anyone deserved a soulmate it was Betty Cooper, he would have given anything to be Bettys soulmate.

They sat in Pops for an hour before jughead packed his things up and nodded towards the door, the two teens heading out and going home

“You don’t have to walk me home every year Juggie.” she glanced down at their joined hands, the beanie wearing boy blushed, tightening his finger around hers

“who am I to break tradition? he joked

By the time they reached Bettys door, her shoulders had slumped and she trudged to her front porch

“ see you tomorrow?” she asked, one hand on her doorknob

Jughead nodded absently, his eyes shifting as he reached out and grabbed Bettys wrist, his fingers grazing her implant, suddenly a shock of electricity went through both of them and Jughead pulled back quickly, Betty staring down at her wrist

“Juggie..” she whispered but he was already backing away

“I..uhh. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

dazed, Betty slowly walked into her house, closing the door quietly

“hello Elizabeth.”

Betty swirled around at the sound of her mothers voice, shocked to see both of her parents sitting on the living room couch, staring at her expectedly.

“mom? dad?”

“We need to talk, its time you know.” Hal motioned for Betty to sit and she did hesitantly.

“we know how difficult this has been on you, believing you don’t have a soulmate, living life with those zeros. but Elizabeth, its not true , you’ve had a soulmate the entire time, we’ve been waiting for you to figure it out, we didn’t want to tell you, we thought it would be better if you found out for yourself.

Bettys eyes were wide and her fingers were dangerously close to her palms


Alice and Hal looked at each other nervously and Betty repeated again

“who” a dangerous lilt to her voice.

Hal spoke now

“Jughead Jones, you were born in the same hospital on the same day, that’s why your implants don’t work, you’ve already met your soulmate.”

Betty was out the door faster than she thought possible, her sneakers hitting pavement again.

Before she knew it, she was standing before Jugheads trailer, out of breath and panting as she banged heavily on the front door. F.P Jones answered the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning,

“Betty? what are you doing here its..”

she cut him off

“I know Mr.Jones,they told me” she pushed her wrist up and he stared at it, realization dawning suddenly and he grinned

“about time kid, JUGHEAD” he shouted, the boy in question came running, pulling sleep pants on and running a hand through his hair, stopping dead when he saw Betty

“ Bets? what are yo..?”

suddenly the blonde was lunging at him, her lips on his as his hands found their way to her hips, it was like coming home, sparks and lights flying everywhere. Betty pulled away, her eyes glazed as she gripped at his back, her fingers moving to his wrist and pulling the bracelet from his arm.

“Happy Birthday soulmate.” she whispered,

Jugheads hands tightened around her waist, his eyes wide,

“soulmate?” suddenly clarity hit his face and he pulled her wrist to his face


betty giggled “oh” she repeated

A grin  split his face and he swung Betty around

“ hey there soulmate” he laughed

Act Like You Love Me - Part Two

A/N: So here’s part two. I’d really love some feedback. 
Word count: 2,502
Part One


January 9 th, 2023

It was a rather chilly summer day in Pickering, when you made your way towards the house. You felt a lump in your throat, letting the sickness rush over you as you rang the doorbell.

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Here's My Heart (Part Four)

Fandom: Marvel 
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Nerves, Kissing 
A/N: Thanks to my main hoe @parkrr for the next to last line in this imagine; go check out her blog and imagines and give her a follow!!
Part One Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by hardyness


The weekend had passed, and Peter didn’t hear from you. He asked Ned and Michelle if you had reached out to them, but it seemed like you had fallen off the face of the earth. Your group chat remained silent.

Peter was worried. The two of you would always text non-stop during any part of the week, and for no response from you after he had practically poured his heart out to you— well, that was a bit concerning in Peter’s eyes.

“(Y/N) probably doesn’t like me,” he sighed as he walked to first period with Ned by his side, keeping an eye out for your face in the crowd of many students. He didn’t see you, and he dropped his gaze down to the ground.

“Oh, come on, Peter,” Ned said, lifting an arm to smack his friend on the shoulder lightly. “People need time to think about these kind of things.”

“Three days is enough time to think,” Peter complained, walking into the classroom with Ned. “I need to know if I screwed this up or not. I didn’t think I would actually be ignore-”

“Peter,” his head turned towards the familiar voice, and he gasped when he saw you standing by your usual seat.

“(Y/N),” he murmured in response, and he could feel Ned staring between you two with wide eyes. “Uh-”

“Can we talk?” You asked, your expression laced with hopefulness. Your eyebrows were raised on your forehead and you bit your lip, waiting for him to reply.

“Yeah, yes, of course!” Peter stumbled over his words, and took a step backwards to walk back out of the classroom when the teacher stood up.

“Alright, class. Take your seats, it’s time to begin,” she said, and Peter looked at her with wide eyes. She didn’t notice.

“Uh,” you stuttered, looking just as panicked as Peter was. “Later?”

“Yeah,” he replied, nodding quickly. Ned snickered under his breath at both of your expressions and took his seat as you and Peter did the same.

Peter fidgeted nervously as the class went on, taking quick glances towards you whenever he got the chance. Unbeknownst to him, you were doing the same. His gaze switched between the clock and the front of the room numerous times throughout the class, counting down the seconds until the bell would ring, until he could talk to you. 

His mind raced, not being able to pay attention to anything the teacher was saying or writing on the board. You must have been happy with what Peter was trying to tell you by the songs he chose, considering you didn’t slap him as soon as you had seen him. You didn’t run away, or look at him with disgust. 

If anything, you looked happy. Nervous too, but happy. That had to mean something

His positive thinking was interrupted by the class phone ringing. 

“Hello?” He heard the teacher say quietly when she picked it up, and he saw her eyes turn towards him. He stiffened in his chair immediately, feigning alertness. “Peter, you’re wanted in the office.”

He groaned internally as he felt his eyes on you. He took a look at the clock to see only a few minutes left in class, and he bit his lip, anxious to get back in time to talk to you. He stood from his chair and took a step when his teacher spoke again.

“Take your bag with you. Class is almost over, anyways.”

Peter breathed deeply through his nose, picking his bag up from the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. He didn’t glance towards you as he walked towards the door, but he did send his teacher a glare that she didn’t see as he left the room.

He sighed and grew more annoyed when he arrived at the office to only receive a letter for his aunt, and he was sure it was simply about the next baking fair that she insisted on participating in every year. He walked quickly back to class, although the bell had already rung and students were filing into the hallways.

When he arrived, the room was already filling up with the class due after his. Peter groaned, audibly this time, looking around for you. He couldn’t find you.

The rest of the day went on, and Peter couldn’t seem to catch even a glimpse of you. He yearned to go to your classes instead of his, but he couldn’t afford to miss anymore class time this year.

When it reached lunchtime, he nearly sprinted to the cafeteria. This was one place he knew you’d be. The two of you would have enough time to talk now. His head darted in every direction after he crashed through the cafeteria doors, breathing heavily and his impatience bursting out of him.

You weren’t at your usual table, and he didn’t see you at any other one. He didn’t see you in the lunch line, or even walking around the cafeteria. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Peter muttered, a defeated stance overcoming his body.

He didn’t know why the world was making this so hard on h-

“Peter,” the relieved voice spoke from behind him, and he whipped around when he felt a hand touch his shoulder softly. He smiled when he saw you standing there, although his impatience quickly transformed to nerves.

“(Y/N),” was the only think he could think to say, and he saw your mouth twitch into a smile slightly. “We, uh, do you want, uh, to, um-”

You stopped his stammering, and his cheeks grew red at the clear amusement on your face. “Do you want to go talk, somewhere, alone?”

He only managed a nod before following you as you walked to who knows where. He swallowed nervously, walking through the halls and into a random classroom behind you. Only he noticed that it wasn’t a random classroom. It was the same one that he had taken you into three days ago to give you the mixtape.

He wondered if you had done this on purpose.

“So I listened to the songs,” you began, breaking him out of his astray thoughts, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Mhm,” he hummed, voice cracking, and he cleared his throat immediately. He felt the embarrassment creep back in. 

You bit your lip, and he clenched his jaw. The anticipation was nearly killing him. He thought he would drop dead at any moment if you didn’t just give him an answer. 

“And, uh,” you continued, looking down at your feet. Peter stared at you, waiting and waiting and waiting. And then you looked back up at him, a determined expression on your face, yet you looked so fragile as you said, “I’m in love with you, too.”

His heart, instead of dropping again, just stopped. He knew it did. He couldn’t feel anything around him, his body going numb, so it had to have stopped. He didn’t know what he was expecting, and he figured that that would have to be an option of what you were about to say, but still.

He stood there, silent, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Peter?” You said softly as you took in his stricken expression, and you laughed nervously. “I didn’t read this wrong, did I?”

You looked so vulnerable in that moment, and Peter forced himself to operate properly. “No, no!” He burst out, taking a step towards you, and he saw you jump slightly. “I, uh, you didn’t read it wrong.”

You waited for him to say more, but he simply looked at you, gaze fond. You loved him, he thought. He couldn’t quite believe it. He always imagined this moment in his mind, but he couldn’t remember any past scenarios he had thought up about how this would go. He could only focus on right now, with you standing in front of him with anticipating eyes, and a smile growing on his face.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said, and you began to smile too, for hearing him say it out loud made it all the more special. “Even though you already knew that.”

You both laughed in sync, and the moment was so precious that neither of you wanted to move, in fear it would be disrupted. But you still spoke, and you quirked your eyebrows lightly when you said, “Uh, what now?”

Peter let out a giggle, and his eyes widened at the fact that he could, in fact, giggle. Your eyes widened too before you burst into laughter, folding in half with your hand on your knees as you squeezed your eyes closed and laughed as hard as Peter was sure he had ever seen you laugh.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, looking at you with admiration as you laughed so joyously in front of him. A small smile graced his face, barely there, as he took a few steps towards you and bent down to take your hand in his, pulling you up from your crouched position. 

You still laughed as you opened your eyes to look into his, but you grew more subdued as the fondness on his face became more prominent. “(Y/N),” he repeated, just as soft, and your laughing turned into smiling.

“Yeah?” You whispered, and you weren’t sure when his face got so close to yours, but you didn’t question it.

He smiled so adoringly at you before he leaned in the littlest bit closer, noses grazing against each other lightly. “I want to be in a relationship with you,” he whispered back, and you only responded with pushing your lips together. 

He moved his hands to your cheeks, pulling you closer to him, and your feet stumbled forward. You caught yourself on his waist, and you gripped his Midtown School sweatshirt in your hands, all the while his lips still locked with yours.

Peter pulled back to grin, and he knew your answer from the kiss and the grin you were giving him back. And he was fine if he didn’t have the words, because he had always been able to read you. 

“But my mixtape was fire though, right?”

And again, the loud laugh you let out gave him his answer. 

Ahhh we’ve finally made it. This one was a bitch to write so I hope you guys like it, and please let me know what you think!! Requests are open :)


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A Queen for the King

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern Pendragon, Hannah [minor ofc], unnamed doctor
Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,057
Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mistreatment of a woman, betrothal 
Author’s Note: This is @winchester-writes baby. I am so thankful she thought to include me in it.

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.

There wasn’t much before the fire that you remembered. It was as if you were born of flames and screams, thrust into a life of filth and servitude. Your master, Vortigern, treated you like a lame dog, kicking you about, giving you barely enough scraps to survive. You slept in the dungeons where it was damp and cold year round. Snow would drift in, settling on the bars that you had come to call home. Sometimes, in the early spring, a small bird would come and visit, chirping happily at your feet. Closing your eyes, you liked to imagine it was telling you about life outside the walls that held you captive, when in reality, the small bird was begging for food and water. Everyone - save for the king and his family - in the kingdom was starving, even the wildlife.

Growing bold, you had asked Vortigern many times, “If I do not please you, why do you not kill me?”

Vortigern struck you, splitting your lip with the large rings that adorned his knuckles. “When will you stop asking me that infernal question?” he seethed, chest heaving, power thrumming thick in the air.

Gathering yourself, you spat blood on the floor. “Only when you answer.”

Originally posted by lenny-belardo

“I keep you alive as bait,” Vortigan snarled. Grabbing you by the hair, he hauled you through the castle, and down to your cell. “One day, Arthur will come for you, his betrothed, and on that day, I will strike him down.”

You weren’t allowed to leave the dungeon after that.

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More Than Bubbles - Part 1

Okay guys.. SUPRISE I am joining the club.. This is the first fic I have ever written. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language but I tried my best. I didn’t felt self conscious enough to even try writing a fic. Until a couple days ago when I had this dream and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I just needed to write it down.

A huge THANK YOU to my twinny Emma @fillthevoid-stilinski for motivating me and giving me enough courage to even post this. Plus for answering every single one of my stupid questions and most of all for proofreading and editing this. I love you a lot ❤️

 And also thank you to @cynicallystiles for helping me out 💜 I really appreciate it 😘

 Please let me know what you think and if you wanna have a part 2 because that’s not the whole story I had in mind… I just wanted to wait and see what you guys think.

Part 2

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 1273

Warnings: bullying, fluff 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott, Stiles and I have been best friends ever since I can remember. Our parents knew each other in high school. I don’t know how it feels to be without them and to be honest, I don’t want to. They’re not only my best friends but for a long time my only friends. Ever since I was a little child, I was very shy and self-conscious about myself. I never felt like I was good enough, pretty enough or thin enough. But those boys always made sure I didn’t feel lonely. It has always been just the three of us.

That changed sophomore year of high school when Allison moved to Beacon Hills and Scott fell in love with her. From the moment she walked into our classroom, I knew he fell for her hard. I knew that because he looked at her the exact way I look at Stiles. Yes, Stiles. He may be more than just a best friend. For a long time, I had unexplained feelings towards him. Stiles doesn’t know about these feelings and it has to stay that way. Our friend group grew a little more since Allison and Scott got together three years ago. Lydia, Malia and Issac had joined the group as well. 

I feel safe when I’m with my friends but when I’m alone, it feels like everyone is staring at me. I hate walking to classes alone, Stiles always try to escort me because he knows how anxious I can get. But sometimes it isn’t possible, like right know. I’m walking alone to my next class feeling everyones eyes on me when I hear someone say “Look who is walking all alone today. I wonder if her ‘friends’ finally noticed that they were way out of her league! She is just a fat pig. I mean look how pretty Lydia and Allison are.” I feel the tears slowing coming but I can’t let them see me weak.

I start walking faster until I’m in the bathroom and just let the tears flow down my cheeks. Luckily I’m all alone and nobody can hear me cry.

After a couple of minutes, I try to get myself together because I need to go to class, I can’t afford to fail any classes this year. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, my eyes are a little bit red and my mascara is a bit smudged but I didn’t care enough to fix it. All I can think about is that they are right. I’m not good enough to be friends with them. Not pretty like Allison or Lydia. Not good enough for his love. And I never will be.

The sound of the bell ringing for the next class rips me out of my thoughts. I pick my backpack off the ground and rush out of the bathroom directly into Stiles arms. “There you are Bubble! I was looking for you!” I smile a little at the nickname he gave me back when we were children, I was totally obsessed with blowing bubbles.

“Wait were you crying in there? What’s wrong?” he asks me after realizing the state I’m in. “Oh it’s nothing.” I shot back hoping that he wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

I start walking away as fast as I can. “Y/N ?! Wait!” he yells after me but I already disappeared into the crowd of students to avoid explaining why I was crying.

I can barely concentrate in class. My brain keeps wandering back to the situation earlier. Dark thoughts clouding my mind to the point that I can’t take it anymore. Without thinking and saying anything, I grab my stuff and just run out of the classroom, out of the school. I just want to go out home and be alone.

It has been 6 hours since I came home from school. Luckily my parents are currently away on a business trip so I could just lay in my bed and feel sorry for myself. And that was exactly what I was doing for the past couple of hours. I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes or unpack my stuff.

My mobile was also still in my backpack and thats why I haven’t read any of the 15 messages and didn’t see the 7 missed calls Stiles has left.

You can imagine how confused I was when I heard the front door open and footsteps running up the stairs. Stiles opens the door to my room, an angry look on his face. I sit up slightly and stare back at him.

Before I could say anything, he starts yelling, “Are you fucking kidding me? I tried to call you like 3 billion times! First, I find you crying in the bathroom and don’t tell me you haven’t cried because I am not stupid!” He closes his eyes, steam nearly coming from his ears, “And then I hear that you just run out of class without any explanation? I worried about you! Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what happened!”

I immediately start crying again and bury my head in my hands. Loud sobbing noises leaving my lungs. Stiles comes over to my bed and sits down besides me. He embraces me tightly and I just let the tears out. Even though I thought I hadn’t any left. “It’s okay Bubble.. I got you… I’m here.” he says while stroking my hair softly. 

“You shouldn’t be here.. You shouldn’t waste your time on me. I’m not worth it.” I say quietly and it came out more as a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear. He leans back a bit and takes my face in his hands; One hand on each cheek. He looks me deep in the eye and says “Don’t be stupid y/n. I don’t want to hear that ever again. It’s totally bullshit! Who is saying that?” My eyes wander around the room while explaining to him what happened earlier, avoiding to continue to look in his.

A part of me was afraid to sound stupid. Another part was afraid to realise, based on the look in his eyes, that they were right.

When I finish my story, he stands up from my bed and angrily wanders around the room.Is he angry at my? Is he trying to find the best way to tell me that it is true? That I am indeed not good enough to be friends with them?

He sits down next to me and his eyes find mine again. He takes a deep breath and says “I want you to listen to me okay? Don’t tell Scott I said this but you are the best human on this planet. You are so kind and loving. Remember when my mum died? You were the only person who could make me laugh. I don’t know what I would have done without you so many times. You are my best friend and I love you. You hear me?” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his warm minty breath on face.

A small tear rolls down my cheek which he wipes away with his thumb. My lips slowly curling into a weak smile. He smiles back at me. I could feel the butterflies dancing to the melody of his words in my stomach. All I wanna do is kiss him right now; I believed every word he said. And god knows I love him too. I love him more than I ever loved blowing bubbles. Just not in the way he loves me.

Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t) Pt.2

Wow…I have no words, you guys are amazing and I’m so thankful for the amount of love this story has received! I really hope you guys like this chapter, it’s kind of long, I definitely had fun writing it and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please let me know if you guys have an suggestions! 

P.S. I glanced over this, so it’s technically considered un-edited, so forgive any mistakes!

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Peter tapped his pen against his Chemistry notebook rhythmically, eyeing the clock on the wall with keen interest as the seconds ticked by too slowly for his liking. He was ready to get out of here and back into Mr. Stark’s—Tony’s lab and work on some upgrades for his web-shooters. He had a few ideas he thought up last night and he was excited to run them Mr.—Tony. 

That one was still taking a while to get used to. 

Ned was scribbling down notes next to him, something Peter should be doing too, but instead he was sketching out a new formula for his web-fluid and he wondered if Ned would mind being a bro and letting him copy his notes after class. 

“—and I know everyone is anxious to get out of here, but if you could spare a few minutes of your time, I want to discuss the end of semester project with you guys—”

Peter fought back a groan. 

While admittedly, Chemistry was one of Peter’s favorite subjects and he had no problem knocking out the homework for this class, however, a project was something that was time consuming and time was something Peter was in short supply of these days. Ever since becoming Spider-Man, Peter’s attention to school and his work and his grades had started to waver. Luckily, May just blamed it on teenage rebellion and his commitment to his “internship” with Stark Industries. A few weeks ago, when Tony had shown up to his school completely out of the blue and offered him one on one time with him (and a rather starstruck Ned) and his lab, he held true to his promise of having Peter over again and now, Peter was over at the tower three or four times a week, working on upgrades for his suit or helping Tony with his suit (Peter wouldn’t admit it, but it still blew his mind that he got to actually touch the Iron Man suit, let alone help design new features for it) or Tony’s more recent project, developing new legs for a now paralyzed Rhodey. 

Tony was determined to make a set of robotic legs that would allow Rhodey to walk normally again and Peter was happy to help him. Besides Germany—and even then, after getting a plane dropped on him by Captain fucking America, Peter’s recollection of the events were hazy at best—he had yet to meet the iconic War Machine, but he could remember Tony’s agitation on the way back to his apartment, his fingers drumming on the leather seat, constantly checking his StarkPhone for news. Tony being Tony, he tried to hide it underneath jokes and sarcasm, but Peter could see the worry in his eyes, the tension in his jaw and he knew that Tony was afraid. Afraid of losing yet another person and he knew that his fear, his guilt at not being able to save Rhodey, pushed him to make him the best prosthetic legs that would best even human legs. 

And Peter knew, that if anyone could accomplish it, it would be Mr. Stark. 

Whoops, Tony.

The bell rang, bringing Peter out of his thoughts and he heard his chemistry teacher sigh, “Alright, I thought we had more time and I know you guys are ready to get out of here, so I’ve taken the liberty of typing up the project requirements, so please collect them on your way out and have a good weekend guys.”

Peter hastily shoved his notebook into his (new) backpack—he had a bad habit of misplacing his backpacks and was now on his fourth one—and walked up to the front of the classroom, where a small line had formed in front of Mr. Smith’s desk, students jockeying for a position at the front of the line in order to get an information packet and leave.

He ended up behind Flash, who glanced over his shoulder when he heard someone approach and visibly paled when he saw it was Peter, but tried covering it up with a dirty look before turning back around. 

Peter hadn’t heard much from Flash since Tony’s verbal annihilation of him in front of the whole school a couple of weeks ago. He seemed to be heeding Tony’s warning and keeping any unnecessary snide comments to himself. 

Peter overheard part of Ms. Potts’ rather…colorful phone call to Tony, his heightened senses picking up her ire with him until they got ten blocks away and her angry voice and Tony’s pleading had faded into the honking horns, the clanging of the trains and the thousands of voices in the restless Queens neighborhood. 

He wasn’t sure what became of that particular situation, anytime he’d ask, Tony would just distract him with a new idea for his suit or deflect his question with a sarcastic comment and finally, Peter just decided to give up. Whatever happened, though, seemed to work, because Flash hasn’t even bothered to even look in Peter’s direction and seemed to be going out of his way to not even be within ten feet of Peter, which was more than fine with Peter. 

When it was Peter’s turn, he grabbed two packets, one for him and another one for the slowly approaching Ned, who was still writing down notes in his notebook. 

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Dude, why are you still taking notes? The lecture ended like, ten minutes ago.”

Ned looked up, startled from his hasty note taking and for the first time since class had started, made eye contact with Peter. 

“Didn’t you hear Mr. Smith? Our final’s on Tuesday and I was finishing the review notes.”

At Peter’s horrified look, Ned paused, giving Peter a strange look, “Um, weren’t you paying attention at all?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, giving a nervous laugh, “Uh, heh, see I was working on some new ideas for my,” he gave a quick glance around the classroom, and seeing a few lingering people, he lowered his voice, “you know, project.” He said, giving Ned a meaningful look. 

Ned just continued to look confused, “Uh, we just found out about the project, like, five seconds ago, how could you—oh,” he muttered, eyes widening in realization when Peter mimed his web-shooting, “—that project. Right, I knew that.”

“Uh huh,” Peter said, completely unconvinced, as he began walking out of the classroom and into the busy hallway, “so anyways, review notes—“

Ned, however, seemed completely oblivious to “Hey, do you think I can help you? You know, with your,” Ned took a surreptitious look around the hallway, “project? Like, I was thinking and you could use, like, an arsenal of your, stuff—“

A girl walking past them shot Ned a disgusted look and Peter flushed, “Look, Ned, I appreciate it, but Mr. Star—Tony, has it covered. I’ve seen the blue prints and he has like, five hundred different web combinations and they’re so awesome—“

“You’re on a first name basis with Iron Man?!”  Ned said loudly and the people still lingering in the hallway turned and glanced in their direction curiously. Peter laughed nervously, giving them an awkward wave before turning back to Ned, shooting him a glaring

Dude.” Peter hissed, annoyed. 

Ned gave him a weak smile, “Sorry.”

Peter sighed, shaking his head, “Look, right now, I need to worry about passing Chemistry and that starts with this project,” Peter said, staring down at the paper in his hands forlornly, “which sucks because I was supposed to help Mr. Stark with more Iron Man upgrades today and I had this totally awesome idea for my web shooters that I thought of in Chemistry that I was gonna run by him and now I have to cancel—“

“Cancel on who?” A familiar voice said from behind him. Ned squeaked in surprise, seeming to forget that he’d met the man before and even played with his robots, “and kid, what’d I tell you about the whole Mr. Stark thing? It makes me feel old and I’m clearly anything but old.”

Peter closed his eyes, wincing, before turning around and giving Tony a panicked look, “Uh, hi um, Tony, what are you doing here?”

Tony gave him an assessing look and Peter swore he could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but when he blinked it was gone, “I guess aside from a new phone, I also need to get you a calendar, you see it’s Friday and you usually come to the tower on Friday—“

“No, I know that, I just meant, well, usually Happy picks me up.” Peter said lamely, twisting his hands nervously. 

Tony raised his eyebrow, eyeing his hands, “Happy’s waiting in the car, I came to see what was taking you so long.”

Peter’s eyes widened, Oh, well, it’s just well, I uh, something’s come up so—“

Both eyebrows raised this time and Peter stuttered, “Uh, well, you see, um—“

“Peter’s flunking Chemistry,” Ned blurted out, “and we got assigned this ridiculous project today and it’s worth half of our final grade and we only have until Monday to do it—“

Ned.” Peter whispered harshly, shooting him a betrayed look over his shoulder. 

He at least had the decency to look sheepish. 

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Ned,” Tony said approvingly and Ned preened at the praise. Turning to Peter, he nodded to the paper still clutched in Peter’s hand and held his hand out, “normally I have a thing with people handing me things, but c’mon, cough it up.” he said, wiggling his fingers and reluctantly, Peter handed it over and Tony read it over. 

“Chain reactions blah blah blah, build a model of a paper maché volcano and pick two chemical elements from below that can cause a chain reaction in the volcano and make it erupt, blah blah, science stuff, or if you can think any other natural disasters that can cause a chain reaction, blah and more science stuff, due Monday, worth half of you final grade—“

Tony blinked, “Huh, I didn’t know they were still making you do these things—seriously, a paper maché volcano? The education system needs a serious reboot.”

Tony folded the paper in half and then tucked it in to his suit jacket, “Right, well, this sounds important so we better get started—I’d say you could tag along, Ned, but the Audi only seats two, so.” He nodded at him and turned on his heel and began walking down the hallway. 

Ned was torn between staring after Tony’s retreating figure and staring at Peter with disbelieving eyes, “Dude, are you sure that spider that bit you is dead? Because honestly? I could go for a radio-active spider bite if it means I get to work on my school project with Tony Stark—“

“Underoos, you coming? We’ve got a few stops to make before we head back to the tower, so get a move on, a little pep in the step.” Tony said, stopping at the end of the hallway and gesturing to the door with a dramatic sweep of his arm.

“Good-bye, Ned.” Peter said with a roll of his eyes. 

“Well, fine—I’ll make my own radioactive Spider since you don’t want to share! An army of radioactive spiders, an army Peter—“

Ignoring the stares from the few students that were still at the school, Peter followed Tony out to the front of the school and to his illegally parked, sleek candy apple red Audi R8 Spyder. Peter practically salivated at the sight of the car—barely managing a half-hearted wave at Happy who was parked behind Tony in the town car—running his fingers reverently over the door handle, all but whimpering at the warm paint and fiberglass underneath his fingertips. 

He jumped when the wind rolled down with a barely audible hum, Tony’s body craning over the gear shift to stare at Peter impatiently, “Are you gonna stand there and drool all over my car or actually get in it?”

Peter flushed, hastily opening the door and situating himself in the plush leather seats, “Where are we going?” he asked as he closed the door gently.

Tony revved the engine, darting out into the late afternoon traffic, “My lab isn’t stocked with everything we need and I know just the place.”


Hobby Lobby to Tony, Peter was learning, was what most candy stores were to toddlers. 

He weaved in and out of the aisles with such ease that led Peter to believe that this wasn’t his first trip here and Peter followed him, for lack of any other options and watched in disbelief as Tony threw item after item into the cart, not even bothering to look at prices.

“Mr. Stark—there’s no way I can afford all this, May only gives me twenty dollars a week and this looks like it’s way more than twenty dollars—“

Peter looked down at all the supplies in the cart mournfully, his wallet physically aching at the amount of…stuff Mr. Stark had piled into the cart. This was supposed to be a little chemistry project and Mr. Stark was treating it like one of his projects. Expensive, flashy, but bound to impress, as usual. 

Tony seemed to be paying him no mind, however, holding up a box of plastic palm trees with an interest that would be amusing if dancing dollar signs weren’t obscuring Peter’s vision and making him vaguely nauseous. 

“Nonsense, kid,” Mr. Stark said dismissively, reading the back of the box with a quirked brow, “do you think twenty-five of these things would be enough? We don’t want it to be too tropical looking because Chile, believe it or not, has a nice balance between palm trees and regular trees—and hey, didn’t I tell you stop calling me that? It’s Tony or nothing.”

“Okay, Nothing,” Peter said cheekily and at Tony’s glare, his smirk faded, “s-sorry, uh, Tony.” 

Tony’s lip twitched into a smile, as he tossed two boxes of the plastic palm trees into their cart and continued down the aisle, giving Peter no choice but to follow.

“Seriously, Tony I can’t accept this—“

Tony stopped so suddenly that Peter narrowly missed hitting him with the cart, once again thankful for his quick reflexes, stopping the cart just shy of ramming him in the ankles. 

Tony turned to Peter, eyes unusually devoid of his signature sunglasses, giving Peter a rare opportunity to see the depth of emotions flash through his dark eyes.

“Kid,” Tony started, but stopped himself, letting out a sigh. He looked tired, like he was fighting an internal battle and losing and suddenly, Peter felt a surge of sympathy for the billionaire standing in front of him. 

“Look, my dad never…took an interest in this—stuff,” Tony said, gesturing to the cart full of merchandise, everything from a papier mâché kit, paint, fake grass to the plastic palm trees and those little foam building kit things Peter remembered making in kindergarten, “actually, I’ve never made one of these things before, can’t exactly turn one of these things in at MIT and expect to get an A in chem lab,” Tony continued with a snort, “anyway, my point is, I don’t really mind helping you with this, homework, projects, whatever.” He finished, waving a dismissive hand

Peter was taken aback, not expecting something that…vulnerable to come out of Tony’s mouth, especially in aisle eight of Hobby Lobby, but either way, Peter was touched. 

Uncle Ben always helped him with these projects and while he always said he was never as smart as his brother, Peter’s dad, he was still good at putting things together and as long as Peter did all the science-y stuff, as he liked to call it, he’d help him piece it together. 

Peter knew that Tony couldn’t ever take Uncle Ben’s place, no one could, and while he wasn’t sure why Tony went out of his way to help Peter, he knew Tony would never try to replace what Uncle Ben was to him. And Peter himself hadn’t quite figured out where Tony fit into his life, but he cared about Tony like he did Aunt May and Ned and possibly MJ, in her own little twisted way. 

And he knew that Tony cared about him, in his own way, because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be dropping, what Peter was sure, well over three hundred dollars in Hobby Lobby for Peter’s dumb little science project that was soon becoming something to be featured at next years Stark Expo if Tony’s rough outline he’d drawn up in the car on the back of the project packet was actually brought to life. 

“Besides,” Tony continued off-handedly, “I already knew you were flunking Chemistry, your rather attractive Aunt called me and told me your grades were slipping because of the ‘internship’—which we’ll discuss later, by the way—so I thought that until they get back on level ground, we won’t be working on any upgrades anytime soon and focusing, instead, on getting you through the tenth grade.”

Peter opened his mouth to protest—his grades weren’t that bad, with all things considered. And while maybe they weren’t up to his usual standard (Peter had never gotten a grade lower than a B before in his life) they were still passing. Peter sometimes wished he had an average level of intellect, because if he hadn’t been such an overachiever with all the extra-curricular activities and maintaining a 4.0 GPA in the process, well, his grades dropping to B’s and C’s wouldn’t seem like the end of the world—but Tony was already off again, weaving through the aisles and tossing random things into the cart, that, at this point, Peter was sure had nothing to do with his actual project and were more so there because Tony thought they were cool.

“Do you think this place has food dye? A good volcano has to have red lava and no kid of mine is going to have a volcano with substandard lava. What do you think about actual fire coming out of the top of the volcano? Is that too much? Nothing crazy of course, just a few minor pyrotechnics to give it that extra pop—“

Peter rolled his eyes, but silently agreed that fire coming out of the top  would be pretty awesome, even if it was slight over-kill, and trailed after Tony, who was muttering something about color schemes and an earthquake involving batteries, and tried to ignore the smile that threatened at the corner of his lips at Tony calling him his kid. 


After their very expensive trip into Hobby Lobby—Peter still felt dizzy and vaguely nauseous at the memory of Tony, not even batting an eye at the grand total, whipping out a black Amex and swiping it without even a sign of hesitation that Peter may or may not have been searching for—they made their way back to the Tower, Tony gesturing to Happy to grab the bags as he took a call from Pepper about the newest StarkPhone release. 

Happy shot him a reproachful look, but it was replaced by something that resembled a smile, at least, by Happy’s standards, when Peter silently walked around to the trunk of the car and helped gather some of the bags. Peter, with his super spidey strength, managed to grab the majority of the bags, leaving Happy with two. 

“Show off.” Happy muttered grumpily, which Peter gracefully ignored and lead the way down to the lab, where Happy deposited his bags and made a quick escape before Peter could even blink. 

While he waited for Tony to get off the phone, Peter pulled up some ideas for his volcano on the internet and began scrolling through the websites google had offered up. 

He didn’t have much time to browse before Tony came down to the lab, trading his three piece suit that Peter was sure was worth more than six months worth of May’s rent, for his usual lab attire—an old band t-shirt and grease stained jeans, an outfit, Peter was sure, was still worth more than any meager possessions Peter had combined. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., please pull up the blue prints for Underoos school project,” Tony said, clapping his hands together and Peter was a bit taken a back by the amount of eagerness that gleamed in his eyes.

Following his request, the lights in the room dimmed and in the center of the lab, a hologram of a real life volcano appeared, scaled down to about an eight feet by ten feet measurement and glowing brightly in the dimness of the lab. Peter’s mouth dropped open in awe, his cracked phone lying forgotten on the lab table behind him as he made his way over to study the diagram more closely. 

It was the same sketch that was on the back of the paper explaining the project, only this time, Peter could see the added details that Tony must’ve added on the car ride back to the tower. Everything from the layers of the volcano, down to the last of the fifty palm trees Tony had insisted on buying. 

“This is amazing,” Peter breathed, eyes wide, hungrily taking in every detail. 

Tony hummed in satisfaction, coming to stand beside Peter, eyeing the hologram with a sense of pride he didn’t even bother to hide, “It is, isn’t it? I took some artistic liberties, modeling it after the actual volcano but adding more aesthetically pleasing attributes, like if Mount Vesuvius was in Hawaii. If there’s anything on here that you don’t like, we can take it out, scrap it and start over—“

Peter wasn’t really sure what possessed him to do it—he knew how Tony felt about emotional displays of affection, let alone physical displays of affection, but he was just overwhelmed with all the time Tony had put into this little chemistry project and the lengths Tony had gone to help Peter with it. No one, no one, had ever gone to such trouble for Peter, especially for something that was so small and seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of all the things Tony Stark had to do that were far more important than Peter’s Chemistry grade—but he found himself pressed against Mr. Stark’s strong chest, his arms that were still bony even after the spider bite, wrapping around Tony’s waist and squeezing. 

“Thank you, Tony.” Peter whispered, his voice a few octaves higher thanks to well, not quite completing puberty and the amount of pure excitement flooding through his veins. 

Tony froze, clearly caught off guard, arms flailing awkwardly at his sides before he settled them on Peter’s shoulders, squeezing them quickly, his discomfort with the situation quite obvious, “Um, is this a hug, right? It’s just, I’m not quite sure, it looked like you were reaching out to touch the hologram so this would be a little awkward if that was the case—“

Peter huffed a laugh, stepping away from Tony’s stilted body, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, “Uh, sorry, Tony, heh, my bad.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile, rolling his eyes and clapping Peter on the shoulder, “C’mon, kid, we’ve only got the weekend to do this, we better get started.”

Peter bobbed his head in agreement, taking one last look at the holographic blue prints still floating in the middle of the lab before he began wandering back to the lab table, where all of their supplies were laid out and ready for use. 

Before he could wander too far, a hand reached out and grasped him on the shoulder. Tony gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, smile slightly unsure, but his dark eyes were sincere, “Don’t mention it, kiddo.”


“Alright, so test one—DUM-E, don’t make me regret putting you on fire duty again, one wrong move and you get demoted—Peter, hit the button on my mark, F.R.I.D.A.Y, give me a little mood lighting please and three, two, one—“

Tony gestured for Peter to hit the button and with a small click as Peter complied, they waited for it and—


DUM-E chirped unhappily from his designated spot by the corner of the lab table and Peter shared his sentiment. 

Tony visibly deflated, sighing, “Well, that was anti-climatic. Alright, Underoos, strip it apart, we’ve got some requiring to do—and hey, DUM-E, don’t think I can’t see your little trigger happy fingers, no fire, no extinguishing, capiche?”

If a robot could sound contrite, DUM-E’s little defeated hoot would fall into that category and Peter couldn’t help but laugh.


“Alight, test two on my mark—DUM-E, look alive—and three, two, one—“


The volcano exploded, red dye going everywhere, splattering all over the table, a flabbergasted Peter and an equally as surprised Tony. Flames erupted from the top, like someone flipped on a blow torch and couldn’t shut it off and right on cue, DUM-E blasted the volcano with the fire extinguisher a little too enthusiastically and Peter coughed violently, his heightened senses going into overload at the overeager assault. 

“Okay, DUM-E—DUM-E,” Tony shouted, snapping his fingers to get the overzealous bot’s attention, “That’s enough—no, DUM-E,” Tony said warningly when the bot’s claw reached for the trigger again, “do you want to wear the Dunce hat again? Because I will, so help me.”

DUM-E gave a petulant chirp and Peter reached over to give him a consoling pat on the head, to which DUM-E hooted brightly. 

Tony gave Peter an exasperated look, “First rule of parenting: don’t reward bad behavior and look,” he said accusingly, gesturing between the two, “you’re encouraging it.”

Peter scowled, putting a protective hand on DUM-E, “He’s just trying to help, he’s just…committed, see? No more fire.” Peter said, nodding towards the rather thorough job DUM-E did, where the previously flamed-engulfed volcano that was threatening to set the lab on fire was now extinguished, smoke curling still curling in the air and only occasionally letting out an ominous hissing sound that Peter tried not to think too much on.

Tony rolled his eyes, but seem to let it go and focus on the now fulling hissing volcano, “Okay, that was too close to an actual volcanic eruption and while cool, that’s not safe for any classroom, we’re not trying to reenact Pompeii or anything.” 

Tony gave the volcano a gentle nudge, jumping back when a flame flared and DUM-E, still on standby, gave it another keen dousing from the fire extinguisher. 

“DUM-E, that’s—no, DUM-E no—“


It took them a few more tries and a few more explosions and Tony eventually revoking DUM-E’s fire safety privileges and threatening to turn him into a blender, for them to get a volcanic eruption that didn’t burst into flames or just trickle sadly out of the soda bottle that was serving as their prototype for the volcano. 

F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted them in the middle of building the platform to remind Tony that he still had yet to actually eat anything and as if on cue, Peter’s stomach growled loudly.

He gave Tony a sheepish smile, “I didn’t eat lunch today.”

Tony sighed, rubbing his eyes, “Alright, c’mon kid, I can’t have you passing out on the lab floor, U still isn’t that great with a broom yet, let alone picking up actual humans, so let’s get you some food—you like Thai, right?”

Peter nodded the affirmative and he let Tony lead him out of the lab up to the main floor of the tower to the kitchen, gesturing for him to take a seat at the counter. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., pull up some menus for the kid to look at and while you’re at it, go a head and put in my usual order.” 

“It’s already been done, sir.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded as she brought up local Thai menus for Peter to peruse.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Tony asked the dutiful A.I.

“As my memory serves me, sir, you’ve never actually used those particular words to express such outwards displays of affection before, so no, you have not.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied dryly 

Tony frowned and Peter snorted in amusement at the sass, but stifled it at Tony’s glare. 

“Uh, I’ll just have two orders of Larb with a side of white rice and sticky rice pudding for later,” Peter said hastily, tapping away the menus. 

“Got that, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Tony asked and the A.I. replied in the affirmative. 

“Yes, sir, ETA is twenty minutes.” She confirmed. 

When the food arrived, they sat at the counter and ate their respective dishes and chatted amicably about their day. Tony watched as Peter all but inhaled his food, much to Tony’s amusement and slight concern that went unnoticed by Peter, who was too absorbed in his sticky rice pudding and shouting trivia questions at F.R.I.D.A.Y. for his history homework. 

He wasn’t sure if it was just basic teenage growing pains—Tony could remember his mother chastising his eating habits at that age, comparing him to a garbage disposal with the amount of food he could pack away—or if his metabolism, along with everything else in the kid’s DNA, had been enhanced as well. Which, come to think of it, wasn’t that far fetched and Tony made a mental note to hack into Oscorp’s files to see if he could dig anything up on the spider that had given Peter his powers and compare it to the serum that was responsible for Captain Righteous and his abilities. 

Tony found it ironic how he could care less about his own eating habits, but yet, here he was, watching as Peter basically licked his plate clean and the worry just continued to gnaw away at his stomach and he had to wonder if it ever went away. 

This thought continued as they finished their meals and went back down into the lab and continued working on Peter’s project that was shaping up to be pretty awesome if Tony did say so himself. They worked well together, both of them focused and bouncing ideas off of each other that always seemed to be on the same wave length and Tony lived for it. The only other person who ever shared his love for science was Bruce and he hadn’t heard from him since Ultron and that familiar ache settled into his chest at memories of what used to be.

But that ache was soothed when he turned to see how Peter’s attempts at papier maché were going and a small, fond smile crossed his lips at the sight of Peter, passed out on the lab table, head cushioned by the pile of newspaper, shoulders rising and falling in soft snores. 

Glancing down at his StarkWatch, he noticed they’d been down here for over four hours and it was heading closer to ten o’clock and after taking another look at Peter’s face, seeing the dark shadows under his eyes and ever growing bags, he deiced against waking the kid to take him home. 

Instead, he told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to text May and let her know that Peter would be crashing at the tower tonight and then he scooped the kid up from the chair in a bridal carry, tucking his head underneath his chin and made his way out of the lab and into the elevator, murmuring to F.R.I.D.A.Y. to take him to the penthouse floor. 

When they arrived to Tony’s floor, he ambled down the hall way, stopping a few doors dow from his room, to what used to be a guest room, but had been re-decorated and personalized for the kid currently snuggling into his chest. After the kid’s first visit to tower, Tony had decided to give Peter his own room in case he ever wanted it or needed it, whatever the reason, he wanted the kid to know that he had a place to come to, that he was always welcome here. 

He pulled back the dark blue comforter and matching sheets, placing Peter gently down on the California king bed, untying his ratty Converse and tossing them to the foot of the bed so the kid wouldn’t trip over them in the morning.  

Peter murmured something in his sleep and for a moment, Tony was afraid that he’d woken him up, but Peter simply settled against the pillow, snuggling further into the blankets and seemed to relax against the soft sheets. 

Something warm and unfamiliar unfurled in his chest at the sight of kid snoozing away in the too big bed and not for the first time, Tony was struck with just how young the kid was. Peter carried himself with such maturity and a level headedness that Tony had never seen before in some adults, let alone teenagers, that sometimes, Tony forgot that he was in fact, a teenager, who still had school projects to do and had a weekly allowance and worried about pimples and zits and when puberty would finally end and if the pretty girl at school even knew he existed, let alone knew his name and it made Tony so angry, to think that this kid had been robbed of a normal childhood.

Tony learned at a young age that the world was a cruel bitch and he wished, more than anything, that Peter could’ve been spared that lesson for just a little bit longer. Peter was just so good and kind and he deserved so much better than the hand that he’d been dealt. He didn’t deserve to carry the weight of being a teenager and a superhero all at once and looking down at the dark shadows lurking underneath Peter’s closed eyes, Tony vowed to himself that he’d do anything he could to shoulder some of that weight. 

He brushed Peter’s dark hair off of his forehead, a small smile dancing on his lips when Peter leaned into his touch. 

“Goodnight, Peter.”


It took them the entire weekend, but they got Peter’s volcano finished and the end result was worth all the time they’d spent in the lab. Tony couldn’t remember the last time he threw himself into something so heavily, the last model of the Iron Man suit or the first prototype of Peter’s suit or Rhodey’s legs, maybe, but despite the exhaustion, it felt good to be of use to someone again. 

And the giant grin on Peter’s face as he stood back and admired their work was worth any re-painting he was going have to the lab after the many explosions they faced in the beginning of the project. Red dye was literally everywhere, but chose to put that thought out of his mind for now and enjoy the look on Peter’s face as he took in his school project. 

It was Peter’s idea to use the earthquake in Chile as a catalyst for the volcanic eruption that occurred three days later. Underneath the board, they’d built replicas of tectonic plates that visibly shifted, simulating a real earthquake when they pressed a button. After the ‘earthquake’ was over, the volcano rumbled and hissed, steam rising and Tony got his wish for small flames to burst from the volcano—even though Peter was pretty sure that there weren’t actual flames involved with a real volcanic eruption, but Tony looked so excited at the the prospect of flames in a classroom that Peter didn’t have the heart to say no—and rocks tumbled down into the small town with roads, a replica of the ocean and little foam towns with little G.I. Joe figures serving as the town’s occupants. 

Peter was definitely getting an A

“This is awesome,” he breathed, turning wide brown eyes to Tony, “thank you so much, seriously, this is…” he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief, “so much more than what I imagined.” he finished softly, looking back up at Tony with so much admiration and gratitude that Tony shifted awkwardly, unsure what to do. 

“It’s no problem, kid, seriously,” Tony said finally, clearing his throat, “like I said the other day, my dad never did…anything like this with me,” Tony paused, “not to insinuate that you think of me as your dad or anything, heh, it’s probably best that you don’t, I’m not the greatest role model and why do you think I never had kids? It’s not something I’m meant for, you know, the whole soccer dad vibe isn’t really my style and with the whole superhero thing too, I mean—“

Tony was cut off by Peter wrapping his arms around him—seriously, this kid had a bad habit of catching Tony off guard with all the random displays of affection—and settling his head on his chest. 

Tony, despite his hesitation with such obvious displays, he wrapped his arms around the kid and gave him a squeeze. He hated to admit it, but the kid was growing on him, a lot more than he originally planned. 

Peter pulled away, cheeks beat red, but a small smile was playing on his lips, “For what it’s worth, I think you’d make a great dad,” Peter glanced down at his shoes, scuffing them against the white tiling, “I don’t really remember much about my dad and Ben was the closest thing I’ve ever had,” he faltered, biting his lip, “but, you’ve kind of filled that void? I mean, you didn’t really take his place, but, you remind me of him, in a lot of ways? Like, he used to help me with this stuff and it just means a lot to me, that you’re here for me and I—“ Peter coughed, glancing up at Tony with a sheepish smile, “So thank you, for well, being you.” he finished lamely, blushing. 

Tony was taken aback by the kid’s confession, but his heart warmed, “Kid,” he began gently, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “I hope you know that it’s not my goal to take your Uncle’s place or replace him in any sort of way,” he paused, considering his next words, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

Peter smiled and Tony clapped him on the back, “Now, c’mon kid, let’s get you home. Your hot Aunt probably thinks I’ve kidnapped you or something, I’ll have Happy drop your project off at school tomorrow.”


Peter did get his A, but there was a…slight mishap with the flames and Flash’s eyebrows (or lack thereof) and that was how he found himself, along with Tony, in the principal’s office, facing a very unimpressed Mr. Morita. 

“Mr. Stark, while it’s an honor to meet you, I wish it was under different circumstances. We encourage ingenuity here at Mid-Town and we wish for our students to get creative with their projects, but flames, in a classroom—“

“In my defense, that kid was standing way too close to Peter’s project to begin with—“

“And that kid, Mr. Stark, happens to be the kid you verbally assaulted out on the front lawn a few weeks ago—“

“Okay, have you met that kid? He was asking for it, what kind of name is Flash anyway? And besides, that kid was picking on my kid—“

Peter shrunk down in his chair, but he couldn’t hide the grin on his face. Peter could admit that the flames were too much,but he got an A and was no longer flunking Chemistry, Flash no longer had eyebrows and Tony called him his kid again. Whatever repercussions he was facing was totally worth it.


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Originally posted by clbuspotter

Y/N was the brightest witch of her age. There was no one like her, not in her house, not even in Hogwarts. She was in Gryffindor, although sometimes she thinks she should have been sorted in Ravenclaw. But the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes.

Anyways, she was the best in her classes. Even better than Hermione, which is something very rare, quite frankly. She knows how to do any potion and more spells that she should know at her age of sixteen. However, there was something she couldn’t achieve.

“Y/N, you’re staring again,” said your friend, Katie Bell. You were in potions class, daydreaming again. Again. “You know, you should just tell him.”

“What?” you ask, snapping out of your trance. “What do you mean? I was just staring into blank space,” you try to shrug it off.

“Can’t fool me. I know you fancy Fred, Y/N,” she says, rather loudly.

“Shut up!” you hiss at her. “Just because you know it doesn’t mean every one in this class has to!” you whisper yell at her and then sigh. “I don’t just fancy him, Katie. It’s been three years.”

Katie wanted to say something but Snape anounced that class was dismissed. You quickly got up, took your things and hurried to catch up with your two bestfriends, Fred and George. They were one year older than you, but that didn’t matter to neither of you, regardless of what people might think or say.

“Hello, Gred and Forge,” you say as you smile briskly.

“Hi, Y/N,” they say in unison. “Heard what Snape said today about that stupid Amortenta potion? Rubbish.” George rolls his eyes. “You can’t make someone love you just with some potion.”

“It’s Amortentia, and yes, you can. Although only for a certain amount of time,” you say confidently.

“Is that so, Y/N?” Fred asks, raising a ginger eyebrow and looking at you. “Bet you don’t have the guts to use it on Malfoy to fall in love with George,” he winks. You both burst out laughing, but George rolls his eyes.

“Maybe you could use it on Y/N, you complain you don’t have anyone to cuddle with anyway,” George says, as Fred blushed furiously.

And then it clicked. You stopped laughing. It just happened that you had the most brilliant idea ever.


“Katie! Katie! I have a brilliant idea!” you run to her, already panting.

“What is it?” she asks bewildered.

“You know Amortentia, right?” you ask as she nods. “Well, I could use it on Fred, you know, and since I can make it only last one day, I can just… for one day, feel like he loves me back,” you smile sadly, looking down.

“A-are you sure it’s a good idea?” Katie seemed worried. You kind of understood her worry; it’s not quite ideal to use a love potion on a close person, or any person. If it’s not meant to be, then it’s not meant to be.

“I mean, what could go wrong? He won’t remember anything the next day… and I’ll be happy with him for just one day…”

Katie sighs. “If you weren’t that good of a witch I wouldn’t even let you think about it.”

Hours passed and you tried to finalise the love potion. You made sure everything was put in the right order at least twenty times, just to be sure Fred won’t get hurt or anything. When you were done, you sat on the chair, staring at your potion and thinking: is it really worth to do all of this, just to have one day with Fred as your boyfriend? After tomorrow, you’ll be even more in love with him, you’ll be more hurt that he doesn’t love you back. You’ll be even more heartbroken. But if this meant only one day of happiness, you were ready to risk it.

You put five drops of potion in a cake you bought.

It was night, so tomorrow he was going to be madly in love with you.

You put the cake on a plate and went towards the Gryffindor common room. You took a deep breath before entering, only to find Fred, Katie and George on the couch.

“Hi, guys, I-I brought some cake,” you say, bringing all the attention on you and you blush. You were, indeed, a bit shy, especially when it came to Fred.

Katie looks at you with hope in her eyes and smiles in a mysterious way. “I’m not really hungry, I’m just gonna go to bed. George, are you coming?” she said.

“We shall let the birds alone,” he says and they both disappear, but not before they both send you a wink.

You sit down next to Fred, but not too close. “Want some?” you ask as you cut a piece for yourself and one for him.

You both ate and talked about different and random things. You couldn’t help but notice he was also acting a bit strange and you started to wonder if you had read the instructions wrong and the potion was starting to take effect now, but that thought washed away as he somehow got back to his funny self. You were impatient and excited, but also felt a bit guilty that you practically were using him as a toy to yourself. But regardless, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow, so tiredness took over you and Fred very easily, so you went to bed not so short after.

The next day

You woke up, feeling slightly strange, knowing that you took Amortentia as well, but it didn’t have any emotional effect on you since you already love Fred, but it sure did affect you physically, because you threw up two times before going to get breakfast.

You hesitantly walked into the Great Hall, knowing that the potion had already did its job, but you were a bit scared. You didn’t know what to do if the others would notice that suddenly, Fred was going to be affectionate with you. They’d find it odd. Katie was the only one who knew.

You saw the twins’ ginger heads from the entrance and Katie next to George, and you walked up to them and sat next to Fred. “Good morning,” you say quietly.

Fred was the first to turn to you and a big smile spread across his face. “Good morning, love,” he put and arm around your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek. You widened your eyes and blushed furiously. Clearly, it was all worth it.

You looked at Katie and George and they were abstaining from laughing, because let’s face it, your reaction was priceless. You looked shocked that Fred Weasely himself, was flirting with you. You thought about it a little, then decided to give in to it. It’s just one day, anyway.

As his hand was on your shoulders, you intertwined your fingers with his and leaned your head on his shoulder. The amount of butterflies you had in your stomach was huge, but you enjoyed it very much. As Katie and George got into a conversation, Fred turned to face you. “How are you, Y/N?”

“I’m… hungry, actually. I threw up twice this morning,” you just now notice all the food on the table. You let go of Fred’s hand (even though you didn’t want to) and started eating.

He chuckles. “You’re cute,” he says and you blush. Why do you keep blushing? “I actualy threw up too this morning.”

“Was it because of the cake? I’m sorry.” you look at him whilst having roasted chicken in your mouth.

“No, it’s okay, love.” He looked at you, smiling

It drove you absolutely insane when he called you love.

Breakfast ended and you both got to class, but not after getting a smirk from Katie. You had Charms with him, so you sat next to each other and to be quite honest, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was either holding your hand and intertwining your fingers, holding your waist or having his arm around your shoulders. Plus, he kept kissing you on the cheek or forehead. All you wanted was a kiss on the lips. But it was class, you had to be concentrated to what the professor had to say.

After four hours of not keeping your hands to yourself (both of you), you went in the Gryffindor common room and sat on the couch.

“What time is it, Y/N?” Fred asked you.

“Five o'clock.” you rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Why?”

“Wanted to know how much time we have to cuddle,” he says softly. Oh, what you’d do to have this every single day.

“I’ve always wanted this,” you look at him in the eyes, although you couldn’t keep them there for much long, as they moved to his lips.

“Me too,” he says and leans in, suddenly kissing you. You gasp, taken by surprise, which only gives him perimission to slide his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back and you put your arms around his neck, leaving no space between you two.

You pulled away breathlessly, looking into each other’s eyes with lust and passion.

“Can I ask you a question, babe?” he whispers.

“Of course.”

“Why me? I mean… George and I are identical, why didn’t you choose to fall for him?” he doesn’t break eye contact.

“You’re not identical. You’re similar, but not identical, Fred. You have similar personalities, but not identical. You’re not the same person. I guess I fell for you because… because you make me laugh more. You make me blush when you look at me and we both know you’re the good looking twin…” I joke. He laughs.

“I… love you,” he says hesitantly. You looked at him sadly. You were happy he felt the same… but it was fake. Everything was fake. It was just some stupid potion. Tomorrow, he won’t remember a damn thing and you were angry. You messed with your own feelings.

“I love you, too,” you said.

You both fell asleep on the couch, cuddled.

Next day

You woke up with two strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. You rubbed your eyes to make your vision become clear again and looked at the person next to you; Fred. Fred! You fell askeep cuddled! If he wakes up you’d have to explain why you two were hugging! You tried to take his arms off of you as gentle as possible and sneak back to your room.

“Y/N? Love, where are you going?” he said in a raspy voice, which you found extremely attractive. Love?

“What?” you whisper. No response. He fell asleep again. You kissed him on the lips shortly and smiled sadly. It was over. You went back to your room quickly, before he gets the chance to wake up again.

Fred and you slept more than you should have, which went to the question: why did neither of you woke up when students started walking around the common room? They saw both of you cuddled! And you were sure they’d tease you a lot about it… especially George.

You decided that there was no point in going to breakfast in the Great Hall anyway, so you skipped it and ate a chocolate bar you had from yesterday. You also didn’t want to face Fred, although he didn’t remember anything, you still did.

After half an hour or so, you decided you had to go to your first class (not that you had a choice), gathered your things and went to Charms. You entered the class just in time, the teacher was about to start the lesson, so you quickly got in your seat, ignoring Fred’s stare on youーor so you tried, because halfway through the class, you glanced for a second at him, but he was still watching you. Did he remember? Or was he just confused about why I was not present at breakfast? Did George tell him he found us cuddled on the couch?

Class ended, and so did your thoughts, until your name was called.

“Y/N!” Fred called after you. You took in a deep breath. Today he’s my friend. Just like any other day, you thought.

“Yes, Fred?”

“Why didn’t you come to breakfast, love? I was worried about you,” he said, a frown forming on his face. What? Love?

You looked at him confused, but shook your head immediately after. It’s just a nickname, it could be used on friends, as well. Very close friends. Best friends.

“I just didn’t feel well, that’s all,” you wave it off, trying to sound as convincing as possible. By the look on his face, you succeeded.

“Well, next time tell me. Don’t forget we can prank people by sitting in bed,” he winked at you, as he threw an arm around your shoulder. “I’ve gotta go, George said he has a big prank plan going on and wants some help, see you later, babe.” he kisses you on the corner of your mouth as he leaves, living you more confused than you were ever in your life. The looks on students’ faces around you weren’t helping, either.

Did you do something wrong with the potion? You were pretty sure you did everything correct, so why was he still treating you like his lover?

You decided that George could wait, so you ran after him, catching him entering in a classroom, probably meeting George. You entered after him. They were talking about something you weren’t interested in
right now.

“Fred, can we talk?” you ask, completely emotionless.

“Sure,” he says softly, as George gets the clue and leaves. “What is it, Y/N?” he smiles.

“Do you, um… do you remember anything from two days ago?”

“Do you mean when you gave me cake with Amortentia in it? Yes, I do, very vividly, actually,” he says, rather amused.

“W-what?” a blush spreads on your entire face. “You knew? I’m sorry, Fred, I just-” you stop yourself from speaking. “Wait, if you knew, why’d you let it affect you?”

“It didn’t,” he smiles.

“What do you mean it didn’t? You-you were being sweet and affectionate and-” you gesticulate with your hands, trying to explain. “W-was it all an act?” you say sadly, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Amortentia has no effect on someone who already feels something towards the person giving it, regardless of its ingredients,” he quotes the book.


“When Katie told me, I was shocked at first. I didn’t know you felt the same as I do towards you, but then I came back to my senses. I had two options: after you gave me the cake, you could’ve saw the next day that I wasn’t acting any different and I could’ve told you then about my feelings, and two, I could’ve acted as your boyfriend for a day. The second one sounded more pleasing for me, frankly,” he explains, as he takes a step closer. “It never affected me. It wasn’t an act, either. I was what I wanted to be for a long timeーwith you. I told you that day that I threw up too, just like you did, from the potion. But you didn’t get the hint.” he chuckled. “You thought that today I wasn’t going to remember anything, but Merlin, the confused look on your face was priceless,” he laughs loudly, taking one more step towards you.

“B-but why did you let me give you the cake if you knew?” you ask, looking somehow confused at him, as he was very close to you, your faces almost touching.

“Where’s the fun in that?,” he smiles. You still didn’t smile, kept the worried expression on your face and he sighs. “I had liked you for so long, Y/N, I couldn’t not take the chance.”

He lifts up your chin with two fingers and looks at your lips.

“Was it real? The kiss we had in the common room last night?” you ask hesitantly.

“Everything was real, love,” he says as he leans in and presses his lips against yours softly and you respond almost instantly. He cups your cheek and caress it gently with his thimb.

“At least we don’t need any potion to be in love,” you chuckle as you two pull away.

“I guess not,” you said, smiling up at him.

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Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: Could you do a peter parker x reader where reader is nerdy just like peter and they’re friends bc peter’s one of the few people at school who notices her and reader has a crush on him but he’s peter so he never notices even though everyone else in the world knows and one day reader gets jealous of peter and Liz so when peter and reader are alone she gets annoyed and lashes out and lets it slip that she likes him and bc of that she runs away but the next day peter asks her out? Thanks

Warning: Fluff

 You and Peter have been friends for a long time. He really enjoys talking to you about a book he’s recently finished, or even if it’s just something he needs to get off his chest, you’re always the first person he turns to. He’s honestly probably like the only one who actually notices you in school, and that’s what caused your crush on him. But the thing is, you try to make it super obvious that you like him, but he’s unaware and doesn’t notice at all. But you’re not giving up that easily, you’re going to show him you like him, no matter how long it takes.

 Peter places his tray on the table, some of the food splashing onto you. You scrunch up your nose in disgust as the smell of the food hit you.

‘’Ugh. What is that?’’ you say, plugging your nose instantly.

‘’I honestly don’t know but—’’ peter paused and you rolled your eyes, you knew what he was staring at.

 You turned your head and nodded at yourself, you were right. He was staring at Liz.

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La Belle et la Bête

(if this is your fault you know who you are, i’m using previously established au rules @megan-mayhem and i came up with and no one is allowed to judge me)

Wayne Manor was even more empty than usual, and the emptiness made it feel haunted. Diana found it horribly unsettling.

“Bruce?” she called, and it echoed through the empty halls. She opened the curtains in the front parlor to let the sunshine in. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I was in Italy.” She’d come as quickly as she could once she’d gotten his message, but he’d sent it in the dead of night.

Something’s happened. It’s not life-threatening, but I’m not myself. I sent everyone away to minimize the incident, but I think you’re the only one who can help. Come alone if you come at all.

“Bruce?” she called again. Perhaps he was downstairs. She listened carefully. There was the distant muffled clicking of a mechanical keyboard, intermittent and slow. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anyone in this house ever type so slow. Not even Alfred.

Her phone chimed. She checked it. A message from Bruce. In my office. She looked toward the stairs. The clicking had stopped.

Her walk up the stairs was cautious. What could possibly have happened to him?

In the hall, one of the side tables had tipped sideways. Its former contents had been neatly arranged into a stack beside it on the floor.

“… Bruce…?” She peered into his office.

She shrieked, then put her hands over her mouth to try to muffle her shrieking. It lessened to a high-pitched squeal.

“Tiny baby!”

“I am a grown man, Diana.”

He was a black Pomeranian of less than five pounds, standing on his computer desk.

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enjoy right now, today - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/spider-man

word count: 1945

character pairing: tom holland’s spider-man x chubby!reader

warnings: chubby!reader expresses their dislike for their body, and look down upon themselves for it 

prompt: I was just gonna ask for a Peter Parker x chubby reader because there’s not really any out there that I know of but it is not of importance if you don’t wanna write with that in mind

notes: AHHHHHHH i wholeass snatchedt my brothers laptop from him so that i could write this lmao. i’ve struggled wit hating my body for so long, and i’m glad i got to express myself through this piece. this one meant a whole lot to me, so thank u to the honey that requested this. never forget, kids, that your body is a temple, built to be worshiped. love ur bodies! u only got 1 of em! (please take care of urselves ur all so lovely & beautiful) 

There was no way Peter Parker would ever be into you.

That was what you ingrained into your mind every time the thought of kissing him crossed your mind. There was no way you would ever feel his hands in your hair, holding your jaw as he guided your lips against his. You would never tighten your fingers in his shirt and laugh against his lips, because in your eyes, Peter Parker and yourself were two very different entities. It was best to not entertain even the thought of the impossible.

You’d been ridiculously in love with Peter Parker since you could remember. There was just something about him that drew your heart closer and closer to him, leaving an ache when he could never be reached. Like you said; you were two different entities.

Currently, MJ had her head on your shoulder, holding a highlighter between her teeth as her eyes scanned over the word-search book the two of you had laid out on the table. You spun your own pen in hand, not really paying attention to the scramble of words in front of you. Your mind was clouded with the thought of Peter, the thought of lacing your fingers through his and holding his hand, contentment filling your lungs.

And then Flash took a seat in front of you, and your mood instantly soured.

It wasn’t that Flash was a bad person- except that he totally was. Not only was he the prime source of your insecurity, but you also saw the way he treated Peter. You squeezed your fist around your pen, halting its movement. MJ raised her head off your shoulder, narrowing her eyes at the boy in front of you.

“What do you want, Flash?” MJ drawled, taking the highlighter from between her teeth. “Don’t you have literally anybody else to bother right now?” Your fingers twitched at your side, and MJ discreetly linked her pinkie with yours under the table, trying to bring you a sense of comfort.

A table away, Ned and Peter quieted down, watching the interaction go down.

He shrugged, elbows resting on the lunch table as he appraised the two girls, cocking his head to the side and letting out a small chuckle as his eyes landed on you. You rose an eyebrow as you met his stare, anxiety rattling your ribs.

“Y/N, you do know it’s lunchtime, right?” Beside you, MJ huffed, and squeezed her pinkie tighter around yours. You nodded stiffly in response. “Well, then, I’m surprised you’re not eating.” MJ sat up straight, opening her mouth to let a flood of insults out. You caught her eye then, shaking your head, eyes begging her to keep quiet. Your weight was something you were always self-conscious of, and you constantly found yourself poking and tugging the extra fat on your stomach, your hips, your thighs. Anywhere that was bigger than you cared for. Because you were chubby, most of Flash’s cruel jabs were at your weight’s expense.  

You cleared your throat, a ghost of a smile on your lips as MJ huffed beside you, now gripping your hand and squeezing your knuckles to keep herself from exploding. “Big breakfast,” you muttered, glaring down at the word search. You could feel Peter’s gaze burning into the side of your head, and your cheeks reddened at the sudden attention. “not the hungriest, at the moment.” And it was true, too. You had a spare period right in the morning, which meant you ate breakfast a little later than usual.

Flash laughed, quite loudly, and stood to his feet, leaning closer to you. You fought the urge to flick him in the eye. “You know, maybe if you-”

There was a slam, and Flash’s words stopped abruptly, eyes focusing on none other than Peter Parker.

He had slammed his hand down on the table, the cafeteria quieting down for a fraction of a second before resuming its continuous chatter. Peter’s hard gaze on Flash didn’t falter, his jaw tense. This was a side of Peter Parker you’d never seen before; you weren’t sure how to feel.

“Leave her alone, dude,” Peter said, his tone as calm as ever with a bite of ice behind it. He was standing up, one hand on the table, the other clenched at his side. Beside him, Ned’s hands twitched with anxiety. “no one deserves that kind of shit. Especially not her.” MJ was squeezing your hand ridiculously tight, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your knuckles broke right then and there.

Flash scowled then, kicking the table they sat at so it rattled, obviously at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting anyone to stand up to him, especially not Peter Parker.

Once he left, Peter turned to look at you, opening his mouth to speak. But you were on your feet in an instant, staring at Peter with burning red cheeks. Before he could get a word out, you tore your hand from MJ’s and sped down the hall just as the bell rang.

Peter Parker could never ever like you.


It was ridiculous how very much into you Peter Parker was.

He watched as you disappeared down the hall, wondering what on earth he did to scare you off like that. He turned to Michelle, who was staring up at Peter with her lips parted some, blinking once before collecting her stuff and standing to her feet, disappearing before Peter could say anything.

He turned to Ned, who shrugged at him. “She was probably embarrassed,” Ned tried, picking up his own belongings. “I mean, Flash deserved that, but I kind of understand why she’d feel embarrassed, or whatever.” Ned shrugged again, avoiding Peter’s gaze. Ned wasn’t noticed around school very often, but when he was, he was usually the target of rude bullies who hadn’t learned yet that the appearance of others was none of their damn business. “But hey, if you’re looking for a way to talk to her,” he walked over to the side of the table you and MJ had occupied, and held up a battered copy of Me Before You, a colourful collection of sticky notes protruding from the pages. “looks like she left something behind.”

Peter had been trying to find you for the rest of the day, after the encounter at lunch. He wasn’t expecting it to end with you running away from him like he’d grown a third eye. But he also wasn’t expecting to confront Flash either; life came at him fast.

He’d been vying for your attention for as long as he could remember, shyness knotting his stomach every time an opportunity to talk to you presented itself. You were just so- just so beautiful, Peter thought, butterflies bursting in his belly at the thought of the smile that you only seemed to wear around MJ. You were beautiful, and ridiculously kind- it was true, he’d never seen you be rude to anyone, consider all the shit you got. For what? For looking different than some people? Peter didn’t get it. Everything about you was just so perfect in his eyes. He couldn’t understand how people hated all the things he loved about you.

Peter’s head was in the clouds as he wandered down the hall in the direction of your locker, clutching your book in his hands. His motive the rest of the day was to see you again, and apologize for stepping in places he probably had no business stepping into. Guilt clawed at his insides as he thought of all the possibilities you could be mad at him. He should’ve paid attention to where he was walking instead.

He groaned as he walked face-first into an open locker, a hand coming up to clutch his forehead. The owner of the locker slammed it shut, turning in horror to see who she had just unintentionally hit.

When Peter’s eyes met yours, the butterflies returned, this time climbing up his throat and preventing him from speaking. He just stared at you, watching you pause whatever you were doing originally to stare back at him.


“H-Hi,” Peter stammered, blinking at you and swallowing hard before realizing he still had your book in his hands, and you were now staring down at it expectantly. “um, this is yours.” He thrust the book into your hands, crossing his arms over his chest immediately.

You took the book back from him, sighing in relief as you placed it back in your bookbag. You shifted nervously on your feet, not sure how to say what you knew you needed to say. “Thank you, by the way,” you began, and Peter could feel the colour seeping into his cheeks. “for what you did at lunch. It really- it really meant a lot to me, and I’m sorry I ran off the way I did, I was just-” you cut yourself off as Peter began to smile, realizing you were rambling. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Peter grinned. “you have a really pleasant voice.” His smile dropped as he’d realized what he’d just said aloud, and you bit your lip to fight off a laugh. “I-I on-only meant- meant that, uh- would you like to, uh, go out sometime? With me?” It was your turn to stop and stare at Peter, and he couldn’t fathom the nervous and somewhat confused expression you wore.

“W-What?” you stammered, clutching the strap of your bag tightly. “Is this- is this a prank? Did MJ put you up to this?” Peter shook his head, confusion muddling his mind as his eyes scanned your face.

“No, nobody put me up to this,” he said softly, “I wouldn’t be asking you out if I didn’t really wanna go out with you, Y/N.” You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly as you felt excitement and anxiety and disbelief race through your bloodstream all at once.

You fumbled with your open locker for a moment before producing a pen, uncapping it and shyly reaching for Peter’s arm. He let you take it without hesitation, smiling as he watched you lightly write down 10 digits on his bare arm, pulling back and releasing his arm with a content smile as you capped your pen.

“Um, there,” you said nervously, shutting your locker and taking a step back. “I’ll um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess?” Peter nodded wordlessly with a smile, feeling his heart thump sporadically as your face lit up just a fraction. As he watched you go, the smile on his face only seemed to grow, and he maybe, he thought to himself, the city could go a night without Spider-Man.

That night, you were laying on your bed, flipping through the book Peter had returned to you earlier, visiting each and every sticky note and thinking of the reason you placed it there. As you flipped, read, and continued, your phone lit up with a text from the same reason.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: hiiiiii !!!! it’s peter btw

You grinned, and typed back a quick greeting.

Y/N: peter parker ??? ohh that kid who runs into lockers n stuff

A few blocks away, Peter grinned at his phone screen, the butterflies nesting in his body aching to get out, wings battering against his ribcage.

PETER PARKER: yeah, that’d be me :’-)

You stared at his text, grinning so ridiculously wide that you had to bury your face into your pillow to muffle your loud laugh. As soon as you were about to type up a response to Peter, a text from MJ appeared.

MJ: jus thought that i’d let u know that peter parker is totally fucking into u lol


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Never Will I Ever

Summary: You’d waited years to get your soulmark, and when you finally did you realized that you’d never get to meet him.

Word count: 2284

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Angsty

Author’s Note: So this was an idea that I’d had anyway BUT it wasn’t in the plans to be out anytime soon. However, yesterday I found myself on the receiving end of some hate, telling me to give up on writing because I wasn’t good and that I should delete my blog. Instead it fueled me to write this. So, to that anon, thanks for the motivation! And a big thank you to all of you who have been very supportive, it means a lot. Now, I feel like this started out strong but got a little weak near the end, for that I apologize, its 5am and I’m tired…If anyone wants a part 2 let me know and I can absolutely do it.

Tags: @emilyevanston, @goody2shoessmut

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