Hi! This one here is a request for anon and I tried my best to write what you wanted so here you go!
Request: Could you please do an imagine where the reader gets saved by Spider-Man (not knowing it’s Peter her best friend) and kisses him by lifting his mask. Then the next day Spider-Man shows up in her bedroom and Peter reveals he’s Spider-Man, and more fluffy kisses ❤️️❤️️
I kind of messed up sticking to the description and I apologize dearly for that! I lost track of what I was writing I am so sorry!
Once again, I apologize that it isn’t exactly what you wanted. If you’d like I could write it up again for you!
Word Count: 1243
Warnings: Violence (?) and flufffff!
“Goodnight, Mads!” You yell, smiling slightly at the old lady as you walk through the doors of the diner you’ve been working at for almost six months. It was a cute little place; brightly colored and always a great place to spend time with friend. Madison’s Diner may have been an ideal place to go on a Friday night with family if it weren’t for it’s poor location.
The diner is smack bang in the middle of the worst part of the city, with drug lords and criminals littering almost every nook and cranny of the streets. You had talked to Mads - the kind old woman who owns the diner, about this but she had just waved a hand at you saying that nothing would ever happen to someone her age and that if you ever found yourself in trouble to just use the can of pepper spray that she had supplied me with. You both know that it’s necessary for a girl of your age to carry around a can of pepper spray.
The job was nothing serious. It was mostly an emotional attachment that you had to the kindly lady who owns the diner rather than the money that you earn. You still live with your family seeing as you aren’t of the legal age to move out–not that you necessarily wanted to just yet. If you were being completely honest, you didn’t even know what salary you got.
You pull your dark jacket tight around your body, shivering due to the breeze that passes through the street as you start your journey home. On any other day you’d be leaving from work at an earlier time and in a car, but that wasn’t an option for you tonight. You sigh, glancing down at the time on you phone. 2:30 am. It’s not smart of you to walk back to your apartment so late at night, but what other choice do you have?
Every little noise or movement makes you jump, speeding up your pace as you round a corner. It doesn’t really help that the dark terrifies you as it is and you’ve never actually had to walk home this late.
You quickly glance behind you, surprising yourself as you catch sight of a man walking suspiciously behind you. You avoid looking at the man, your eyes trained on the dark gravel beneath your feet. You wince as your shoulder hits a pole, stopping in your tracks involuntarily to inspect the forming bruise on your arm. The thought of the man flees to the back of your mind for only a matter of seconds.
A violent hand on your shoulder yanks you away from the footpath and throws you against a brick wall to the side of the pavement. The contact with the building sends shock-waves through your spine causing you to shiver in slight pain. The man’s breath reeks of alcohol and cigarettes, his dirty lips pulled back into a snarl.
“You’re a pretty one, eh?”
You struggle against his grip, not a single word falling from your lips. His eyes fall to your fallen bag, his hold on you not faltering even the slightest. The man opens his mouth to speak.
Before he can finish his sentence, the man is yanked right off of you. He falls to the ground in front of you, wiping at his bottom lip. Your eyes move to the figure towering above him. Spider-Man.
“Has no one ever taught you any moral rules?” Spider-Man spits. It was a foreign sound coming from him; more serious than what the people of Queens usually hear from the webslinger.
Spider-Man looks to you, holding out a hand to pull you away from the wall. You stand behind him once you’ve picked up your bag.
The man lets out a frustrated yell as Spider-Man shoots out his webs, taping him to the wall that you were standing against moments ago.
Spider-Man places his arm tightly around your waist, pulling you a safe distance away from where you were attacked. His shaky hands find their way to your shoulders. You wondered why he seemed so scared–so worried.
Neither of you spoke a word, the both of you lost in thought.
About an hour before you had left the diner, your best friend Peter Parker had offered to walk you home. Sure, you didn’t really think Peter would really have been able to do much in a situation like that but it still would have been much safer.
“Thank you.” You breath out, taking your shaking lip in between your teeth.
“It’s no problem, really.” He replies.“It’s what I do.” Your eyebrows furrow; his posture and composition and his voice sounds exactly like–
“Yes–wait what?” Spider-Man stutters, his arms flailing by his sides. You raise an eyebrow at him, sticking your hip out and resting your hand on it.
“I know it’s you, idiot.” You smile. “Don’t even bother denying it.”
Peter sighs, scratching the back of his neck. It was honestly one of the angriest he’s ever been while dealing with muggers on patrol and it was all because it was you who was the victim. Ever since the start of last year, you had stolen Peter’s heart and kept it prisoner in your pocket without even knowing. It was the same vice-versa.
You’d had your suspicions that Peter was the infamous Spider-Man but you had never really thought twice about it. Peter Parker? The thought baffled you. But now? Knowing that he’s Spider-Man has made you even more proud of your favorite boy.
“I got scared, you know.” Peter admits, “I was scared something would happen to you. I mean I knew that I wouldn’t let that happen but I was still so scared.”
“Can I tell you something, Y/N?” He pulls you towards him, his strong arms wrapping around you.
Peter couldn’t hold it in much longer. He had chickened out and waited long enough. Something about the Spider-Man suit made him ten times more confident than his usual. Even though he had become so comfortable with you over the past few years, this scared him beyond words. Peter was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same–scared that he’d mess up what you already had. But he had no idea you felt the same.
“I’m in love with you.” He blurts, “I have been since last year. When you fell off of my study desk in my bedroom.”
To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement. You stay silent, still taking time to let his words sink in. Even though you already knew your answer, Peter managed to take your silence the wrong way.
“I understand if you don’t–”
You cut him off, stepping into him and pulling his mask up to his nose. Your lips find their way to his, moving against them softly yet still passionately. The both of you could feel the kiss throughout your bodies, your grip on each other tightening.
“I love you too, Peter.” You mumble against his lips.
You feel him smile against you before he pulls away. Peter pulls you in for a tight hug, burying your face in his chest. He pulls his mask back down after leaving you with another few kisses before he shoots his webbing at the roof of a nearby building.
Peter drops you off outside your home, leaving you with one last kiss.
So when the direct was on a little while ago and we saw the fe14 trailer and the SE got released for preorder with a launch date (WE’RE SO CLOSE GUYS WE’RE SO. CLOSE.) I remembered my EXTREME HYPE for this game and wanted to draw something for it
but at the same time I remembered that I’m still in denial over Silas not being the gay marriage candidate so I thought of something fun to do to squeeze in both and TADA. quietly lays on the otfamily
I’M REALLY SUPER HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT and I absolutely had a blast doing it. It’s a simpler thing but I think that’s what was so fun about it tbh.
I had some trouble with Silas’ face at first since downward angled faces are the bane of me sometimes and didn’t draw his full chest piece cuz SCREW ARMOR but the way the interactions and expressions and just the whole thing came out makes me so proud ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ
Puppy Love Part 2: Stiles Stilinski (and Liam Dunbar)
Hi! Here it is anon! I hope this is what you wanted, I tried to make it as fluffy as I could! Enjoy!
I knew I was being evil. But god it was just so cute. Ever
since that day on the lacrosse field and Liam had said he has a crush on me, I
just couldn’t stop teasing him about it.
Like today for example, Scott had roped us all in for the
fourth pack meeting of the week and I was just not interested. I stared blankly
at the wall, listening for the sixth time not to even speak to Theo Raeken.
“He’s evil.” Stiles said, looking intently at me. I nodded
vigorously at him, pretending that this was new information.
Suddenly the back door burst open and Liam stumbled in, his
lacrosse gear and stick clattering to the ground, along with the contents of
his school bag. “Sorry I’m late.” He gasped. “Practise ran late.”
Scott nodded before continuing and I skip over to help the
flustered beta. My hands brushed against his as I reach for one of the many
textbooks he had dropped. Immediately Liam dropped the thing he was holding and
his cheeks turned red.
“Aww.” I mouth at Lydia who covers her mouth to hide her
giggle. Finally we scooped everything up and I beckoned for the beta to come
sit with me. He grins shyly and does so.
Scott and Stiles are doing the thing were they talk really
fast, getting each other worked up as Stiles began flailing his arms around.
”Here.” I said to Liam as I leant over and begin running my
hand through his hair, flicking it up and styling it.
“Sorry, it was messy.” I tell him and he grins bashfully,
playing with his fingers. I look over at Lydia again, who’s watching us with a
fond expression, sticking out her lip out into a pouty expression.
“What are they talking about?” Liam asks quietly, watching
Stiles, who was flapping around research papers in Scott’s face.
“Theo Raeken is apparently the devil.” I summarise, grinning
at his cute blushy face. Bless him.
“Well if he ever touches you, I’ll kill him.” He says to me, and
I watch as he cringes at his own words.
“He’s so cute!” I mouth at Lydia, both of us looking fondly
at the scarlet werewolf.
I lean over and peck his cheek, “I’ll keep that in mind.” I
promise as paper begins raining down on us.
I look up in confusion and see Stiles giving Liam a furious
look, while Scott and Kira scrambled to pick up the paper, which had gone
I feel Liam shift away from me, not making eye contact with
me or Stiles.
I roll my eyes before I grab the beta’s wrist and tug him out
the door to stand in the hall.
“Talk to me.” I tell him. Liam nibbles on his lip before
saying, “I don’t want to make Stiles mad.”
“Leave him to me.” I dismiss easily, looking into his big
blue eyes. “Are you okay?” I ask him and he nods.
“I just can’t help having a crush on you.” He mumbles and I
giggle, catching him in a tight hug.
hey can you give a few suggestions of themes for a bullet journal? i'm trying to design my spread for this week but i'm struggling to come up with a good theme :c thanks in advance x
hi anon!!! for me when i first started bujoing i tried out a number of different themes before sticking to one (even now ive recently changed my theme) i think its fun to experiment with different ones and itll show your progress :D i found my “theme” by taking inspo from other peoples bujo and by trial and error. for theme ideas just sesrch up an bullet journal masterpost :-) tldr; find inspo in other people bujo!!! and make sure itll be helpful to u!!! i hope this is helpful im on mobile so maybe im not detailed enough? hit me when another msg if u want clarification 🌟🌟
Sock prompt here. I suppose the overall theme is there you are, looking like you’re snooping in his drawers. But you really just have cold feet! And maybe a sweater kthx. There you are snuggled in his clothes. The fluffy variation of Oswald trying on your underwear.
but could you do a pastel punk demigirl/demiboy (as in, pink and blues in the whole thing) moodboard?? and, this may be a bit strange, can you have a close up of pastel converse/vans/similar shoes in it?? there's a certain aesthetic i'm going for, if you get it..?
hi anon!! i made your moodboard! i tried to incorporate both punk & pastel & some converse at the best of my ability!! i am not very familiar w/punk stuff so it may not b v accurate?? i hope you like it nevertheless!!!! xx <3