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I’ve Always Been Here Part 2 [Peter Parker x Reader]

Warnings: Slut shaming, a few swears

Word Count: 1277

Part 1

A/N: Not gonna lie, I struggled with coming up with this. It was hard to find a way to reunite {Y/N] and Peter without it sounded forced, so I apologize if it isn’t my best writing. Thank you so much for all the support for Part 1.

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

You hadn’t gotten any sleep that night. Your mind was a whirlwind of negative thoughts that wouldn’t let you slip into sweet unconsciousness.

Of course he left.

Why wouldn’t he?

Why would he choose you?

You’re nothing.

When you entered Midtown the next day, you made your way through the crowded halls with no makeup and purple bags blossoming under your eyes. You thought your disheveled appearance wasn’t that obvious until people started staring and snickering at you. You turned your head towards the floor, feeling self-conscious. Just keep walking, you told yourself. You tried to, but a foot stuck itself out in your pathway, causing you to trip. You hit the ground with a loud thud. When you looked up, none other than Liz Allan was towering over you. That’s when you realized that people weren’t laughing at your appearance. No, they were laughing at how you had no idea you were about to get your ass kicked.

“What do you want, Allan?” You asked, forcing yourself off the ground. She didn’t respond, and as soon as you were on your feet, she pounced. In an act of pure impulsiveness, she raised her right hand and slapped you clean across the face. A collection of “ooh’s” and murmurs were heard throughout the crowd of students that had begun to surround you two.

“What the hell?!” You hollered, clutching your cheek.

“Listen here, slut, you keep your dirty claws off of my boyfriend,” she spat.

“What in the shit are you talking about?” You yelled.

“Don’t play stupid, I know you tried to get him to sleep with you last night,” Liz accused.

“Excuse me?” You asked, shock written all over your face.

“Just watch your back.”  She didn’t say anything else as she spun around, her hair whipping your face. She sashayed down the hall, pushing anyone in her path into the lockers.

“I never-” you began, but nobody heard you as the crowd that had surrounded you dispersed. One person stayed behind, however. Your eyes found his, and they locked for a brief second. He began to walk towards you.

“[Y/N]-” he started. You quickly turned around and tried to run away, but he was too fast for you. Peter grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

“Get away from me!” You hollered, struggling to get out of his grip.

“[Y/N], just listen-”

“No! You don’t deserve it! I was going to apologize today, even though I did nothing! But this, spewing lies about me, is too far. What? You want attention so bad, you’re willing to make me a walking target?!”

“I didn’t do it!”

“Oh you expect me to believe you after last night?”

“I don’t expect you to believe me. I just- godammit, [Y/N], it’s complicated,” Peter said, rubbing his eyes anxiously.

“No, Peter it’s not. You’re an asshole, it’s as simple as that.” Your voice was dripping with venom.

“She was going to tell everyone about me!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Parker?” You asked. At the slightest suggestion of an excuse, you felt your wall crumble a bit. You couldn’t let it fall, he didn’t deserve it. Peter remained silent, his eyes glued to the floor. With your wrist still in his hand, he loosened his grip and led you into an empty classroom. He let go of you and closed the door.

“[Y/N],” he started, anxiety displayed on his face as he looked up. “I-I’m Spider-man.” Nobody spoke. The only sound that filled the room was your uneven breathing.

“What?” You asked shakily, even though you had heard him quite clearly.

“I’m Spider-man,” he replied, taking a few cautious steps towards you. “Liz, her dad’s the Vulture, and she works for him. She found about me, and said she would tell her dad if- if I didn’t cut you out of my life.” He reached for your hand, but you took a few steps backwards, avoiding contact. You saw hurt flash in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered.

“I didn’t want you to get involved,” Peter answered. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yeah well look how that turned out. I got slapped in the face and there’s a ninety percent chance of getting tomatoes thrown at me after school today,” you spat. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say. Yes, he had an excuse, but was that enough to forget all of the hurtful things he said to you? Could words that stung as much as those be taken back so easily?

“I can’t- you could be lying,” you stuttered, trying to rebuild your crumbling wall. In order to prove his truthfulness, Peter shot a web from his wrist. The web latched itself onto your left arm and pulled you towards him. You tripped over your own feet and instinctively, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you. You two locked eyes, unsure of what to do next.

“I’m so sorry,” Peter said. “I never wanted it to go this far. I-” his voice broke off. He unwrapped his hand from your waist, and buried his face in them. His shoulders shaking violently. Each soft sob that escaped his mouth left an indentation in your heart. This was the Peter you knew. The one who trusted you, who was willing to show vulnerability in front of you. Through his cries you could tell the mind games were over.

“Hey,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug. You rubbed your arms up and down his back trying to comfort him while he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “It’s okay. I…I forgive you.” You both tensed. He slowly pulled away and looked at you with red and puffy eyes.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he said. You didn’t answer, and turned your eyes towards the floor. The wiser part of you knew he deserved forgiveness, he was blackmailed. But your stubborn side didn’t want to give up that easily.

“You were blackmailed,” you responded.

“I still said those things,” Peter said.

“But did you mean them?” You locked eyes with him.


“Exactly.” You offered him a small smile, which he returned. Peter let out a small sigh.

“It was so much easier when we were kids,” he said. “I wish we could meet now, start over.”

“Why would you wanna start over? You would lose all of our great memories. And besides, we’re still kids aren’t we?” Peter’s smile grew even brighter.

“Remember that time when a kid stole my crayons and I started crying, so you punched him in the face?”

“Well I had to defend my best friend, didn’t I?”

“Friend?” Peter squeaked out.

“Yeah…” You dragged out, trying to avoid what you knew was about to be brought up.

“[Y/N], you know what we had was more than just a friendly bond.” Peter was staring you dead in the eye, but his eyes were soft and full of love.

“I know, I just- it’s been so long.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You saw his eyes briefly flash to your lips before he hesitantly leaned forward. You leaned forward after him and you two met in a loving embrace. Your hand went to his hair, running your finger through his soft, golden locks. His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it softly. You both pulled away for air, but kept your eyes closed, taking in the moment.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said.

“Ditto, Parker.” You both chuckled. 

For the first time in a while, you both were happy.

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Yasmin and Hope decided to form a plan. They were starting middle school, and they wanted to remain best friends forever. They decided the only way to do that was to get married. Both girls decided to ask their parents to see their wedding pictures. Hope knew what weddings were like since she had been to some. They just needed to know what to wear.

Yasmin: Mommy can I see your and daddy’s wedding pictures.

Ginger: Of course baby, that was one of the happiest days of my life. I’d be happy to show you.

Yasmin: I bet being married to your best friend is so much fun! I hope I can do that.

Ginger: It is very fun. Maybe someday, when you’re a little older, it can happen for you too. Just remember to be honest about your feelings. Your mommy was silly and was afraid.

Yasmin: I’m going to be 100% honest. I’ll have the happiest marriage ever!

Ginger smiled. All marriages came with little ups and downs, but she hoped one day her little girl could be happy like her.

Ginger: Now let’s get that album.

Yasmin: Yay! I love those pictures. You’re so pretty in them. I hope my dress is as pretty.

Ginger: Thank you. I’m sure you’ll be the prettiest bride.

eternal hiatus

i’ve decided, and i’m going to just not post on this blog for as long as i need. simblr has just become so unhealthy for me and it’s come to the point where i’ve been with my family less to try and think of ways to improve my blog. it’s just not worth it. i’ve started doing my homework and studying at around one am each night, and it leaves me so exhausted and drained throughout each day. i just come across so many negative things on my dash that it just triggers me to go on tumblr anymore. it all just really sucks because simblr is how i met some of my best friends. some friends that i think will always be there for me. so, i’m not deactivating, i’m just not going to be here. i love you all so much for making me happy each day to continue.



Each year the Springers give a select few the opportunity to play with them in their first pre-season match - to see if anyone is capable of joining the team as a starter or a reserve.

Alex signed up months ago, and after work today he went to check to board to see who was up to play this year. And there he was. He was going to play with the actual Springers. His favourite team, and there was even a possibility this could lead to him becoming a reserve player or even starting in the team in the future!

The day of the match came around and the stadium was packed with fans of the Springers and friends of the young tryouts. The turn out is pretty good for the match because people want to witness when a potential legend makes their debut. All the best Springer players were founded this way, and so it is a tradition they have upheld for many years.

The stadium was already buzzing with cheers from the crowds but this crescendoed to a huge roar of excitement as the young players walked out. 

Alex took his position and took a deep breath. It was now or never, this was his chance to prove his worth to the players. He had to be perfect.

anonymous asked:

there is this boy who is one of my best friends, who is like my twin (we look a lot alike, act very similar, everyone calls us the male and female version of each other) but randomly I can't stop thinking about him in deeper and more sexual ways. Like this boy is one hot boy, homie got muscles for days and is an overall great person but sometimes i scream at myself for letting us have such a close relationship, in the end i'm fucked and sad fyi

Are you fucked? Or are you gonna get fucked???? 😏😏😏😏😏

Honestly relationships that start as friendships are the BEST relationships!!! Try flirting just a lil and see how he reacts. Keep me posted I WANT THIS FOR U

anonymous asked:

I love what a positive and beautiful blog this is. No negativity, just nice people and sweet volleyball boys and managers. I'm starting my first day of counseling soon and I'm very nervous. Can I get some support from my favorite boy Yamaguchi? Thank you!

You can do it! Push through!

Surprise me 🙈

1. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?

2. What’s your favorite piece of clothing you own/owned?

3. What hobby would you get into if time and money weren’t an issue?

4. How often do you play sports?

5. What fictional place would you most like to go to?

6. What job would you be terrible at?

7. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for?

8. What skill would you like to master?

9. What do you not want me to ask you?

10. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?

11. If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change and why? 

12. What’s your favorite drink? 

13. What do you consider to be your best find? 

14. Are you usually early or late?

15. What pets did you have while growing up?

16. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?

17. What takes up too much of your time?

18. What do you wish you knew more about?

19. What would be your first question after waking up from being cryogenically frozen for 100 years?

20. What are some small things that make your day better? 

21. Who’s your go-to band or artist when you can’t decide on something to listen to? 

22. What shows are you into?

23. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished

24. What age do you wish you could permanently be?

25. What would be your ideal way to spend the weekend?

26. What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way?

27. What have you only recently formed an opinion on?

28. What’s the single best day on the calendar?

29. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of?

30. What is the most annoying question that people ask you?

31. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on without absolutely no preparation?

32. If you were a dictator of a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do?

33. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

34. What’s worth spending more on to get the best?

35. What is something that a ton of people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of?

36. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years

37. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been?

38. What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but just haven’t gotten around to?

39. What’s the best thing that happened to you last week?

40. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind so that you could experience it for the first time again?

41. If all jobs had the same pay and hours, what job would you like to have?

42. How different was your life one year ago?

43. What’s the best way to start the day?

44. What quirks do you have?

45. What would you rate 10/10?

46. What kind of art do you enjoy most?

47. What do you hope never changes?

48. What city would you most like to live in?

49. What movie title best describes your life?

50. What’s the best way a person can spend their time? 

Ok but Save Yourself I’ll Hold Them Back is an amazing song. Like, this is one where I forget how fucking good it is until I listen to it or see some lyrics from it. It has some of my favourite lyrics of all time in ONE SONG.

“It ain’t about all the friends you made But the graffiti they write on your grave”

“This ain’t a room full of suicides We’re believers, I believe tonight”


“Who gives a damn if we lose the war Let the walls come down Let the engines roar”

It’s one of those songs that actually makes me feel hopeful, and -for me- embodies the entire spirit of Danger Days. It makes me feel that one day I’ll be okay. Danger Days is about starting to live again, letting yourself be happy. Bright colours, running as fast as you can with your lungs burning in the best way, loud music that keeps you sane, singing along with your friends, laughing until it hurts, rollercoasters and sour sweets

But it’s also about sometimes having negative emotions, and it being normal to be sad or scared or angry. That’s what the whole thing with bli is- the fight to be emotional and human.

And thus ends my rant on another mcr song.

self-control (part 1) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some light cursing.

Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.

A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Originally posted by nwetss

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?

Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.

You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“

“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”

Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.

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bennettflynt  asked:

I love your art so much its the absolute cutest!! Thank u for all the quality datekou art, especially your Sakunami who honestly looks so huggable and sweet

ahh ;; you’re one of my inspirations so that means a lot to me, thank you so, so much!! I appreciate it with all my heart ☆

I'm Not Your Toy

A/N: So I’m finally getting through my asks! This one was a request for an insecure reader and an over zealous flirty Bucky. I love writing him like this! So I got carried away and suddenly this was almost five thousand words so I’m going to have to split it into a two parter! Ugh, charming Bucky. You do things to my heart

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: A disgusting amount of pining, sailor like cursing, maybe triggering self doubt and insecurity, pretty SFW…for now.

Summary: You’d supported Steve and his decision to not kill Bucky. Fuck, you even supported Steve when he’d literally started a war over Bucky. Done jail time for him. But you what you couldn’t manage to do for the life of you, for the love of Steve, was get along with Bucky. Especially when he managed to make you blush every time you were in the same room as the man

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