aftertaste // stilinski twins

Summary: Y/N’s forced to deal with the consequences of her actions while her boyfriend, Stuart, is away for the summer

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Characters: Stiles, Stuart & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut


As soon as she stepped onto the driveway the sun started heating her skin, drowning her in warmth. Adjusting the two backpack straps around her shoulders, she reached into her back pocket for the list she had made the night before.

“You sure you have everything you need?” She asked as she reread the slightly crumbled piece of paper in her hand, marking off the little checklist she had made for her boyfriend one last time before helping him load his bags into the trunk.

The sun reflected off of the lenses of his thick rimmed glasses as a small smirk made its way onto his face.

“Babe-” Stuart groaned, a giggle following as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s torso, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I said I’m good.” He assured her.

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  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
  • Prompt: [ANON] gothammm can u do a oneshot where reader is jims v close niece or sth who has social anxiety and phobia of blood and then jim drags her into gcpd office where she forces her to be a cop (like in training?) and then unfortunately for her, jerome and the gang comes for a shooting and then she just hides smwr like undr the table and jerome sees and finds it cute but shes pale af cuz of all the blood and she cant say or do anything cuz of fear and social anxiety?

YAYYYY! My first request from being in tumblr for 4(?) days!!! I got this request from a person [Which that person wants to stay anonymous] and it was interesting to write! It took me awhile since I have to study on how to get in a Police Department for this one and some test required. I tweaked some minor stuff, hope you don’t mind! Also, before you say that Jim couldn’t have any niece because he doesn’t have a sibling (In my information, still haven’t watched Gotham fully.) this is an AU where either your mother or father is Gordon’s sibling. Also this is a female reader insert, I couldn’t do both genders in one go since I’m really strict to grammar even though my grammar isn’ really that great. Anyways hope you guys like it, and you too anon who requested this!

You went in to you and your Uncle Jim’s shared apartment, you could hear him cooking something as the aroma of the food hits through the air. You dropped yourself on the couch and wailed like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, (Y/N). Finally find a job?” you could hear some utensils where set.

“No luck Uncle Jim…”

You were Jim Gordon’s niece. Since your parents died from a homicide when you were still a wee child. Jim was the only relative accepted you and took you in. After him helping you throughout the incident, you both became a close duo. Now that you were in a legal age and haven’t entered to any college since you and your uncle couldn’t afford for it you decided to help the household by applying on an occupation. So far, all the interviews were a disappointment.

“Could you set the table?” Jim requested as you groaned but rose and carried on what the elder told you to do.

The both of you consumed the dish in peace for a while then Jim decided to break the silence.

“I could get you in at the GCPD as a police though since we are in need after the Maniax incident,” he lifted an eyebrow at you while chewing the food inside his mouth. You thought about it, it could raise your cash earning, yes. Plus, you do have an athletic history and could fire a gun, which Jim educated you for self-defense. But the major obstacle is that you were scared of blood, in other words you have hemophobia. That’s the con, but you were mentally humiliated being puppied by your uncle. You want to assist the household too, but this decision could cause you to be terrified to death. No, I could do this. You thought to yourself, this would make me stronger.

“I’m up for it,” you said returning eye contact.

Jim knew about this phobia of yours, he doubt that you would accept it but he was surprised that you acknowledged it. “Are you sure? There would be a bloody incident now and then, I know you want to help but you don’t know what will happen in every second or minute.”

I’m sure of it.” He sighed then bowed his head a little to respect your choice.

“Well then I’ll prepare everything else, also you need to prepare about the LEE examination for it and at least have 70% above to pass. So, good luck kiddo.” He smiled at her then they proceeded to eat in silence. On that night you searched a lot of information for the test to raise your chances on passing.

The next day you and Jim were driving to the station, “My niece would like to apply.” He then advanced and gave your citizenship card and driver license, your high school diploma also to be checked by the woman on the counter. You were pretty apprehensive at this, having negative speculation every now and then. What if I did pass then saw blood throughout the job? I don’t even know if I would be able to pass this, I hope they like me… That’s some of the few anticipation that you have been deliberating to yourself.

It was going fine until several gunshots were heard; the worst thing is that it was “NEARBY”. The windows shattered and you squeaked in surprise and horror, some police were shot, which made your eyes expand.

Blood, all over.

You started to hyperventilate; your body was shaking fiercely. Your uncle led you to the other side of the counter and made you hide under the table at one corner. It was a good hiding place but you doubt it will last. He ordered to stay there and gave you a pocketknife to defend yourself. “I’ll be back, think of your happy place (Y/N)…” he was on pins and needles that you will lose consciousness and with your pale figure; it was obvious you weren’t fine. He grasped both of your hands and you focused on him, still shaking and sobbing. “Do what I told you (Y/N)—“

Close your eyes, and think about positive things.”

He said hugging you; your six-year-old figure struck by a jolt at the sight of the cadaver of your parents in the kitchen. The floor was tainted in red and their eyes are dull. Police and medics can be heard rushing outside. Uncle Jim always told to you to do that when you sighted blood, and it always seemed to work. You trusted him that much.

“I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”

You urged your head to nod which worked and he smiled and ruffled your hair before sneakily went out of sight to see what’s happening. The girl that your uncle talked to you a few minutes ago was there laying nearby, now a carcass. There’s another police you can see near at your hiding place lifeless too. You felt light headed at this point. It was horrifyingly catastrophic.

And when you heard a happy whistling tune and footsteps, you hugged yourself firmly. Clutching the knife that your uncle gave you, you closed your eyes and did what your uncle told you. Think of happy thoughts, and trust him even though your heart was pounding by the trigger of your phobia and also fearing for you life.

The MANIAX was back after estimated two weeks and were up for some show, the group of mentally ill people decided to welcome one of the most entertaining yet foolish department of all time. Gotham City Police Department. Requested by the leader of the group, the one and only Jerome Valeska.

Jerome was whistling and slightly skipping while glancing anywhere if there are any alive preys still in sight for him to satisfy his hunger. While he walked he heard a whimper, he walked towards where he heard it and saw a girl hiding under a table. She was obviously scared; Jerome couldn’t help but think it was adorable. He started to near her, gun in hand in case the girl didn’t afford the entertainment he needed. When he was in front of her, kneels down. He noticed a knife in her fist.

Boo!” he giggled. The girl suddenly by instinct stabbed him on his upper arm which was took him in shock. He noticed the girl got more scared, he didn’t knew if it was him or something else.

S-sorry!” she gasped. “I, I… Scare! . Bl-Bl-Blood!”

Not, not…. Kill, I pl-pl-please!”

He looks at her, as if she was a precious baby to be saved, not bothering the pain he felt on his shoulder. The blood flowed and the girl whimpered at the sight of it and at the sight of the well-known psychopath. This made him smile at how adorable she was, he thought. He liked her instantly. Maybe he should keep her alive and play with her for a little while. It would be interesting enough for him; besides if she gets boring he could kill her instantly. But something about her that made Jerome uneasy, a feeling or an emotion he couldn’t put into which he just shrugged off.

“Don’t worry doll,” he said and puts a hand behind her head and pushed her onto his chest and cradled her. “Now close your eyes, drop the knife and put your hands around me.” You still cried but managed to do what he said and embraced him even though she could feel the phobia rush in as she felt the sticky blood touching her arm. But she didn’t bother it, she was a facing a killer and she was exhausted. That’s a downside. She felt her world being dim and darker in every blink. Her breath seemingly slowed down. Before she could pass out, she could hear the psychopath’s comforting voice once again.

“Now, now doll. I’ll protect you for now on.”

The random ass Otayuri parent head canons no one asked for. 

  • Beka is the responsible, good rules parent. 
    • Sets bed times. 
    • No sweets. 
    • Regular reading. 
  • Yuri is PTA president. He won fair and square through votes and also people are intimidated by his RBF. Most people are soothed by the fact that at least Beka seems chill. 
  • Yuri teaches the babes how to throw a proper punch. 
    • Beka teaches them that they’re only allowed to throw punches in self defense. 
  • Beka is all about carrying the kiddos on his shoulders. Even just around the house. Down the hall. Doesn’t matter; there’s a kiddo on his shoulders. 
  • Yuri learns how to make different kinds of piroshki to suit the babes’ tastes. Other than than mostly he knows how to make microwave meals, which is why Beka has control over the kitchen. 
  • Yuri and the kiddos attempt to make Beka a birthday cake one year, but that turns into a disaster, namely because Yuri sees measuring as a waste of time. Yikes. 
  • Beka will eat giant bowls of cereal with the kiddos on Saturday mornings, watching the weekend cartoons. 
  • Both of them are supportive parents, with Beka being the low-key ‘good luck kiddo’ parent, and Yuri quite literally making huge signs to wave at events. 
    • See also: Yuri being the obnoxious shouting parent. 
  • Neither of them hove but heaven help the asshole that hurts one of the kiddos. 
  • Yuri holds out for kiddos’ first word being skating. He’s extremely put off when it’s ‘JJ’ instead.
    • Uncle JJ is very proud. 
  • Yuri claims that he doesn’t spoil the kiddos, but Beka is never surprised when one of the kids randomly has a new Thing from papa seemingly out of nowehere for no reason. 

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I’m Sorry -- G.D.

warnings- smUTTTT

A/N I literally wrote this in church help

Grayson Bailey Dolan has been my mortal enemy since second grade. With his constant prodding and poking at my feelings and destroying every ounce of confidence i had (though it was small) he’s had complete control of me. So as i sit here, letting him hold me against the wall by my shirt, i can only give in. “Look. I’ve told you before. Leave me and my friends alone.” “Grayson, I was literally just walking past you guys. I didn’t even say anything, you were the one who talked to me, so i talked back.” “I don’t care. Find another way around.” He spits, eyeing my face up and down. He let’s go of the tee shirt in his hand, making me fall to the floor. The entire cafeteria at this point was staring at us; some laughing. “Gray, you wouldn’t hit a girl!” One of his buddies yelled, cackling. “Don’t speak so soon.” He muttered under his breath, just enough for me to hear as he turned away, walking back to his table. I don’t quite understand why he hates me so much. Ever since we were little he’d call me tree for being tall and make fun of my acne. i just grew a little faster than most kids, that’s all. Once we reached high school, he outgrew me by a few inches, and i got rid of my acne- so he didn’t really have many things to call me anymore. But that didn’t stop him from being a dick. So I do the unspeakable, and I waltz myself right over to his table, and stand in front of him. He looks up to me with a smirk and his friends emit a chorus of “ooh”’s, and before i could lose the confidence i have, before i can second guess myself, i punch him, square in the nose. Right in his perfect little face, where it hurts the most. “Fuck!” He yells, the whole cafeteria shocked and gasping. “What the HELL is wrong with you?” He seethes, holding his nose. He pulls his hand away to reveal red running down his hand.


 The principal’s office is never a fun visit. The smell of paper in the air is enough to make a person sick, and the fact i’m sitting next to Grayson makes everything even worse. “So, why did you punch Grayson in the face?” He turns to me and asks. “Cause she’s a-” Grayson cuts in.

“I asked her, Dolan.” He interjects, serving a disapproving look to Grayson. 

“He was being a dick.” I reply bluntly. Frankly I don’t care anymore; he’s been mean to me for a long time. 

I tell Principal Cole everything, every bit of what has been said and done since we were little. 

“Here’s what I’m gonna do,” He sighs. “I’m gonna put you two in a room together for 6 hours, and you are going to discuss how you both are feeling.” 

I get scared, worried he may hurt me back for punching him in the face while we’re in that room. What kind of punishment is this?

“Can’t you just give us detention and call it a day?” I ask rising from my seat a little. 

I look over to Grayson’s face, and he looks timid, but red all over.

“No. We did this once about 5 years ago and it worked wonders. They ended up being best friends.” He says with a prideful look on his face, clasping his hands together across his paper scattered desk. 

“What if we don’t do it?” Grayson pipes up, gravel in his voice. 

“You’re suspended.” 


We walk into our french classroom and everything is the same except for our hunched backs and no students or teachers.

We turn to look at the Principal and the counselor behind us, holding the door open.

“If you need anything, ring the office bell. Good luck, kiddos.” He says with a weak smile and closes the door, leaving two stunned teenagers. 

“He even took our phones.” He says, kicking the desk next to him. 

“Why did our parents agree to this?” I ask, looking at the ground, dreading the day to come.

“Well maybe if your dumbass didn’t punch me in the face we wouldn’t be here.” He grits, his voice extremely intimidating.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been such a douchebag to me ever since you’d known me, I wouldn’t have punched you in the face.” I spit back, finally gaining the courage to look him in the face. 

We get silent, and don’t speak to each other for two whole hours; we just sleep and, well frankly try not to look at each other. 

Then finally, I hear the words. 

“Do you know why I’ve always been a dick to you?” He asks, standing from his seat and walking toward me, though his voice sounds like he’s running out of oxygen. 

“Actually no. I’ve never even done anything to you.” I say, tired as all get out, putting my face back into my folded arms on my desk. 

He swings his leg over the seat in front of me, facing the back of the chair and sitting down. He lifts my face off my arms, lifting my face up to meet his eyes with his finger. 

My heart stops. 

I’ve never looked at him- like really looked at him. His eyes are like honey and his skin is the perfect golden tan. His hair is perfectly lush and brushed back away from his face, the dark shades flowing together like art. And his lips; god his lips. 

“Because, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 

I can feel my skin tingle and fire awaken where his finger on my chin is. My eyes widen in shock, and he looks at my lips, his eyes full of hunger. 

“Then why-” He cuts me off with a kiss so hot it knocks my breath from my lungs, his hand on my face holding more authority and reason.

His lips are so intoxicating I forget where I am, the smell of his skin on my skin making me see stars. 

I pull away to look at him, and also to get a grip on reality once again. 

“I didn’t know how to handle it,” he whispers against my parted lips; he pulls away. “At first when we were little, I was just being a dickhead, but as time went on, i saw how gorgeous you were, and didn’t know what else to do other than be the same guy I’ve always been.” He says, looking away from me, tilting his head in shame. 

He reaches to touch my hand, but pulls away like my skin is a hot stove.

“I’m sorry- really. No one should have to go through that.” He stands up.

“It’s just that, maybe being a total D-bag is easier?” He says, and I follow his action, getting out of my seat. 

“Maybe I just-” I cut him off, smashing my lips against his, my hands on his chest. Our lips move frantically, our tongues sliding against each other like we’ve known each other’s bodies our whole lives. His hands snake around my waist, pressing me further against his torso and my hands slide up his chest and neck into this thick hair. 

He grabs the bottoms of my thighs, lifts me up and wraps them around his hips, grinding them into my own. 

In my head red flags are everywhere, telling me that this angsty, gorgeous, teenage boy is bad news. I know that, in the back of my mind.

I get it. 

But I’ve never been around a boy so alluring before, almost as if the trail of fire he leaves behind on my skin when he touches me is some sort of siren. 

He lays me down on some desk, laying his body on mine. 

Our hips continue to grind against each other, small groans and whines slipping past our combined lips. 

His big hands run up under my shirt to slip it off, the fabric thrown to the floor somewhere, and he wastes no time in unclipping my bra and throwing it to join my shirt. 

He sits up but only for a split second to rip off his own shirt, revealing to me his tense muscles ripping across his skin. I can’t help but clench my thighs together at the sight, sucking in a breath. Lightening fast he comes back to me, bringing our lips back together in a searing hot kiss that makes my whole body catch fire. 

He slips his hand underneath my panties, his fingers running in between my folds, feeling how embarrassingly wet I am. 

“God, fuck.” He breathes against my lips as his middle finger rubs my clit softy; enough to make let out a loud moan. 

I feel his hard on against my thigh, getting more and more hard by the second. 

He pulls his hand away to take the rest of our clothes off, his torso back on top of mine, my legs around his waist. 

He takes my red face in his hands, running his thumb over my cheekbone and gently asks, “Are you sure?” In the most sincere voice I’ve ever heard- and it’s especially strange coming from him. 

“Yes, god please.” I say, breathing rather heavy. He places his forearms under my shoulders to get better leverage, and places one last kiss on my lips. 

He looks deep into my eyes, deeper than anyone has ever looked, and pushes in. 

“Gray, oh god.” I moan out; he’s huge. He slides in and out of me at an intense pace, his face buried in my neck occasionally pressing kisses there.

My breathing gets faster and faster, the moans erupting from me no longer able to be stifled. 

He places his hand over my mouth, “Shh. What if they catch us?” The thought only makes the burning in my core more intense, making me groan against his hand. 

I’m no virgin, but nothing in my life I’ve ever done has felt so damn good

He lets out groans against my neck, the sound better than anything I’ve ever heard. He removes the hand from my mouth, and replaces it with his lips. We moan and whine louder than ever but our kiss stifles it just enough. 

He reaches down to rub my clit, and that’s all I can handle. The euphoria that takes over me is nearly too much, and I pull away to yell his name one last time, his name rolling off my tongue like honey. 

I see his face contort, and he pushes in so deep and cums inside me, soothing the burn I feel. We both freeze, taking in the pure pleasure. 

“Holy fuck.” He says, giving me a messy kiss full of tongue and desire. 

“Gray.” I whisper, my eyes slipping closed. 


“I’m sorry I punched you in the face.” 

B.A x Reader #5

Prompt: You return to Central City on the fateful night of the explosion of the particle accelerator after years of being away.

You knocked on the wooden door lightly, stepping back and folding your hands in front of you.

After several seconds, there was the stomp of someone walking toward the door.

A dark man opened the door, one she recognized far too well. “Joe?”

Joe stared at you for several seconds before his face broke out into a grin. “[Y/n]? Is that you? Girl, look at how you’ve grown! Barry and Iris are going to be so happy to see you. Come in, come in!”

You wearily walked past the threshold, turning back to look at Joe as he closed the door.

“Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water? Tea?”

“No, thank you, Joe. I’m fine.”

Joe nodded and took a seat on the couch, patting the space next to him.

Blushing, you took the seat.

Joe grabbed his mug off the coffee table, taking a sip. “So what brings you back to Central?”

You bit your lip for several seconds. You knew that Joe was working with The Flash, or rather, Barry so you knew your secret would be safe with him. “I came to see The Flash.”

Joe chuckled, setting down his mug. “Good luck catching him, kiddo.”

You rolled your eyes lightly at the nickname before turning to face him fully. “Joe… I know who Barry is. And I know you’re working with him.” You missed Joe’s perplexed face as you looked out the window furrowing your brows. “I’ve been here, in Central, for a little over a year and a half. I came back to visit you guys the night the particle accelerator exploded and… just like all the other metas…”

“Y-you have powers?”

You sighed softly and turned to look at Joe, nodding.

“What did you get?”

“The same as Barry.”

Joe sat up more rigidly. “You’re a speedster?”

You nodded, clearing your throat. “I’ve tried this past year to control myself and learn how to use my powers but I just can’t. I don’t have a Team Flash coaching me and a Joe knocking some sense into me when I’m about to do something reckless… I thought it was about time I asked someone for help.”

Joe chuckled, bringing you into his arms. “They’ll help you. Let’s go. We’re going to S.T.A.R Labs.”

“So… you’re a speedster.”

Having had stalked Team Flash for over a year, sometimes you forgot that even though you knew them, they didn’t know you.

“Yes… Cisco, I am a speedster. You behave as if you’ve never seen one when, in fact, you’ve seen two.”

“How did you know about the other one?” Barry asked, tilting his head.

You looked away, grinning. “I did my research before coming to you.”

“I’m not even going to ask what that means,” Joe waved a hand in the air, “but, now what?”

“First, we run some tests.” Catlin grabbed you by the elbow, leading you to the medbay as she explained. “We need to see how your body works compared to Barry’s and if there is anything unique, only to you, that we need to know when your training begins.”

“Now, we see who runs the fastest!”

“You were just waiting for this moment, weren’t you?”

Cisco smiled in Caitlin’s direction, shrugging lightly. “I mean, c'mon w-we have two speedsters! It would be illegal to not make them race.”

Caitlin rolled her eyes but looked up at the two speedster standing in the pipeline.

“I’m going to leave you in the dust,” Barry called, smiling cockishly.

You smirked, the childish banter the both of you once had naturally coming back out. “Yeah, no. I’m going to leave you eating my dust.”

Barry laughed, throwing his head back but there was that competitive clean in his eyes that made you excited to prove him wrong.

Cisco held a hand up.

Barry and you got in positions, sticking your tongues out at each other before falling into a fit of giggles.

“Alright guys, here we go! One! Two… Three!”

A/n: I hope you like it @MARVELFANGIRL02 !❤

The Great Ukulele Caper

Sorry my titles are cheesy lol 

So this was supposed to be cute and funny, but it got out of control, so prepare yourselves for the post-”Moving Forward” feels cuz here. they. are. That video wrecked me and I needed an outlet, okay? Okay. 

So here, and I am actually sorry. 

Also, this is my first time writing a fic with Thomas in it, so sorry if I get him all wrong or step on any toes. I don’t usually write him in, but I felt like maybe it was okay in this case? Either way, I did my best.

Summary: Thomas’s ukulele is missing, and the only place he hasn’t checked yet is the MindScape…

Characters: Thomas, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Logan (no pairings)

Word Count: 3,280 (my longest SS fic yet. oops.)

Warnings: “Fix You” by Coldplay is back, and I’m. Not. Sorry. It’s too #relevant to ignore, and I have a lot of emotions. Other than that, no real warnings that I can think of besides angst

Tags will be in the reblog because Tumblr hates me.

ALSO I’m SO sorry the Read More keeps disappearing!! I forget that every time I edit something on mobile, that vanishes. SO sorry to everyone who had to deal with that.  

He’d been searching all afternoon, but he just couldn’t find it anywhere. Not on the couch, in the couch, or under the couch. Not in his bed, on his bed, or under his bed. Not in the laundry room or the kitchen; he’d even checked the stairway! 

Thomas just couldn’t find his ukulele anywhere, so he mustered all the mental power he could spare and transported himself to the MindScape. 

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anonymous asked:

How would the ut/uf/us/sf skelebros react to having a crush, who is obviously having a crush on their brother. Like, sans' crush obviously crushing on Papyrus.

since sans was the only one specified, i’ll just do him. - M.M.


No problem here. He was never much one for relationships anyway. He completely understands–his bro is super cool, isn’t he? Hey, he’s gonna go to Grillby’s for a bit, now’s your chance. Good luck, kiddo. Knock ‘em dead.


You friggin’ kiddin him? Of course. Of course! How the fuck could he think otherwise, right? Fuck! Whatever. Do what you want. Boss is…a good egg. A little rough around the edges, sure, but a good guy. Just…don’t get your hopes, up, alright? See you later, bud.


Oh!! Well…yes, of course! Papyrus may have very, very few redeeming qualities, but he is still the brother of the Great & Magnificent Sans!! So you’d make a good pair. Obviously. & like a good & 100% platonic friend should, he will support you!!! Good luck…friend.


Absolutely unbelievable!! Inconceivable!! There’s no possible way you could choose that good-for-nothing lazybones over him!! The Great!! & Terrible!! Sans!!! Please tell him you’re joking! Please!! Please…!!!

anonymous asked:

Hey dad, I'm relatively new here, but I wanna say something. I'm scared to come out to my parents as trans. I came put to my parents as bi and it went better than I thought it would, but it seems like they don't really believe me. I don't know if they're going to act the same way or worse. I'm a boy, but I still love to wear heels and dresses, maybe some makeup. I don't know what to do dad. Love, A new son named Vince.

Hello my new son named Vince!

First of all, there is no rush to come out to your parents. If you don’t feel comfortable doing it, it is okay to wait.

Gender is a very broad, flexible, strange thing. It may take your parents a while to understand, and I want you to know that it is perfectly acceptable to be a boy who likes to wear dresses and occasionally makeup. There is nothing wrong or weird about that! I am definitely the same way. 

Good luck, kiddo. Always stay true to yourself!



Over Heard Feelings { Peter Parker x Reader Oneshot}

“#33 and #34 with Peter Parker if you can please? 💕 and fem!reader. Thank you so much! 😄” @kingrogers {xoxox}

  “ Natasha when are you guys getting back!” You whine into the phone. The team left you alone at the tower with peter Parker . Being the two youngest you got benched from whatever mission the team had .Youre pacing back & forth while holding the phone to your ear .

“ in a day or two, calm down y/n , peter doesn’t bite . Unless you ask him to.” You hear the suggestiveness in her tone . She knows all about your feelings for the spider boy . He’s sweet, handsome , funny and smart: who wouldn’t like him?

“ maybe now is the time to tell him kid.”

  “ no way in hell Nat. I don’t even - what would I say! Hey peter nice shirt, by the way you’re Incredible attractive in every possible way and I think I love you?!”     

  When you turn to continue pacing you nearly have a heart attack , peter is standing in your doorway with a crooked smirk on his face.

“ oh my g- Have you ever heard of knocking peter !?” You shout . Natasha let’s out a giggle

“ good luck kiddo.” She says before hanging up. Maybe he didn’t hear any-

“ so, I’m attractive in every possible way, huh?”

  “ I don’t know what-”

I heard everything y/n.” He moves closer, the smirk never leaving his face. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, tilting your blushing face up to meet his gaze.

“ If it makes you feel any better , I think I love you too.” His lips gently brush against yours , sending sparks flying in your body. You lean up , kissing him deeper, both his hands are now holding your face , while your grip onto his shirt as the kiss continues .

“ keep it PG kids ! We don’t need any spider babies crawling around here !” Tony’s voice booms over The intercoms.

  “ it’s a little creepy that you’re Watching us while youre suppose to be on a mission Tony! ” you yell back .

“ Multitasking is what I do best darling , now…. hey stop kissing when I’m talking to you! Gross guys! Peter watch your hands!”

You both ignore Tony, getting lost in the new addicting feeling of each others Lips.

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Marvel High (Pt. 1)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to start this for a while and with everything that’s going and has been going on, I just needed to write something fun.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: sexual references/innuendo

Words: 1, 045

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