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Tom Holland x Reader: Smut...Inspired by Tom’s new haircut.

Hi. Yes, I love Tom’s hair. This inspired me. Dedicated to @sarsmusings and @tomsh0lland because I love you both. I don’t have an editor. All mistakes are mine. xoxoxoxox


When Tom finally posted the picture of his new hair, you were beyond thrilled. He had you thinking the worst, but really it was incredibly…sexy. They weren’t his curls, but this new hair…it was driving you crazy. Also, the picture he posted showed just how hard he’s been working in the gym. You let out a frustrated groan.

There’s no way you are going to make it through the weekend without seeing his hair in person. You about Harrison a quick text, letting him know you’ll be surprising Tom with an impromptu visit to Montreal. He agrees to pick you up from the airport, and you quickly start packing.

As soon as you land Tom texts you a goofy selfie. I miss you. He added with the picture. You can’t wait to see his shocked face when you surprise him. When you get back to Tom’s hotel he’s not there, which fits into your perfectly. Quickly, you undress from your travel clothes and slip into Tom’s bed. Hopefully, he won’t be gone too long.

About a half hour passes before hear him outside. “Where are you going?” he asks Harrison. “Okay, well I’ll meet up with you later. I just need to shower.”

The door opens…slowly.

“Surprise!”

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Imagine: All your life, you felt your relationship with God was a little one-sided. You went to church dutifully every time the doors were open, poured your heart out in the songs you sang, and the prayers you prayed. Sat, stood, kneeled, kept still listening for “His” voice ….. Nothing.

Every silence planted a seed of doubt. The scriptures you committed to memory seemed to contradict each other. Every Sunday you listened to the preacher’s message. Every Sunday, you left church not sure if you were feeling conviction or condemnation. Every Sunday, you added another item to the list you mentally kept of all your flaws, sins,….shortcomings.

You have become agnostic after several years of personal tragedies, during which you prayed your most fervent prayers, and still, nothing.

How can God take good people and let bad people prosper? How can God allow children suffer? How come he stays so silent, yet expects such blind faith and love and devotion from you?

“Enough!” you had decided. “There is NO God. If God does exist, if God IS love, why would he condemn his imperfect children to eternal damnation? There is no hell.”

Now that you realize this, you have never felt so liberated. You are free! Still, you feel a spiritual hole. You decide to trust your heart, trust your intuition, keep an open mind. You try to shake your cynicism, your lack of trust, your wariness for any new concepts/beliefs.

Suddenly, a different kind of god appears:

Loki is a god, no? (of Mischief and Lies)

Loki isn’t shoving a doctrine down anyone’s throat…

Loki can actually perform miracles (magic & healing).

Loki actually hears your thoughts, prayers, the desires of your heart.

Loki isn’t adverse to being worshipped, especially in the bedroom. You lose yourself completely, spiritually, with him (a spiritual awakening). Knowing your spiritual struggles he can’t help but smirk when you cry, “Oh, my God, Loki!”

Rapture!

While attending a ballet performance of La Petite Mort (the small death), he hears your thoughts, “Now, there’s a way to die! In ecstasy. In the arms of a lover. Engrossed in pleasure. Letting go. Giving in. Worshipping each other. Pouring out your love on someone you can actually touch, someone you can feel. Someone you can hear. Something you can see. Something real.”

You turn to him and say, “take me to church.”

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lildreemurr3  asked:

(Spiral) "Cheer up Marubi, youre such a sweet cinnamon roll! And youre just as important as Melon and Rotten!

“Marubi just sad for the anon , So much hate Marubi dont understand why so cruel did they suffer as well?” he said clearly what was bothering Marubi was not being called such horrible things it was more of his worry for the person “Marubi cant do much to help people not be cruel” he added his head feathers shifted 

Marubi looks to the side and thinks before speaking once more “…Marubi unsure about Artic though ..  “ he tries to let the thought about Artic go and shakes his head.

“Marubi will do his best to cheer up thank you all “ he said his tail started to wag happily and he hugs Spiral & Sansy before offering both a strawberry each.

Marubi belongs to @twinklephoenix (me)

Sansy belongs to : @mamajebbun

Spiral belongs to @lildreemurr3

Twinkle - Fact about Marubi he won’t get offended easily he is used to words of cruelty he is more worried about why a person would be so vicious in the first place since everyone has a story that made them who they are today. A small hint for everyone Marubi will react differently to various names he hears. 

Trevor Wainwright lost his father, and his mother was wounded in the breast when 27-year-old Michael Ryan rampaged through the town of Hungerford on August 19, 1987. Working as the local police constable at the time, he shared in a recent interview, “30 years later, I’ve never met anyone that’s told me they were best friends with Michael Ryan, and I know everyone in this town. Even in the school photo he was on the end, yards from everybody.”

Despite his alienation from the other residents, he added Ryan was just another member of the community and suggested it was the weapons that offered him the needed courage to kill 16 townsfolk before taking his own life, “He was a local kid. He wasn’t a villain. If you went ‘boo’ to him he’d probably have jumped a mile. But when he had the guns he was a different person.”

IGES 2082: Chapter A.2

Commander Xanep had been reviewing the crew’s personal files and found an anomaly in Dr. Kowalczyk’s background information. Confused and curious she sought out the Terran.

She reached their greenery room and was surprised to see not Dr. Kowalczyk but Izzik, their Cazali electrical engineer, tinkering inside the wall panels.

“Izzik, where is Dr. Kowalczyk?”

“Maria is on the mezzanine, Commander,” He said vaguely gesturing with his head spikes.

“Is there anything I can do to assist?” He added as she climbed the stairs.

“No, I just have a question.”

The commander had difficulty finding Dr. Kowalczyk among the large plants. She finally spotted her in the far back. Dr. Kowalczyk appeared very different from how Commander Xanep usually saw her. Her jumpsuit was unzipped to her waist and the sleeves were tied across her hips, and her torso was covered by an under layer with thin straps. The Doctor’s hair, which was usually pulled into a round shape, was pulled back into a rope.

The Doctor’s face looked different as well. Usually when around the rest of the crew, the human female’s face was cast downward and unpleasant. Now alone, except for the greenery, a slight smile had covered her face.

“Dr. Kowalczyk?”

“Commander!” The young human exclaimed, almost dropping her clipboard.

“I apologize for frightening you. Why is Izzik here?”

Dr. Kowalczyk’s face softened but remained serious, “Izzy? The sprinkler systems won’t turn on. I’ve been running back and forth from our water reserves, and doing it by hand. He’s fixing them for me.” She paused then as if she was deciding to speak more or not. “I think he likes it in here. His scales and spikes are very wood like. I believe the room brings him comfort.”

Or a certain botanist brings him comfort, Commander Xanep couldn’t help but think.

“I was confused about something in your file. This Cold War was not on the list of Terran armed conflicts I received in the briefing on human culture. It says your father escaped after the Berlin Wall fell?”

Dr. Kowalczyk sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“The Cold War wasn’t really an armed conflict however it was-intense. The United States and Soviet Union basically had a very tense relationship after the development of the Atomic bomb. In simple terms it was an arms race. The Berlin Wall was built to keep those on the Soviet side of the Iron Curtain from leaving. My father, who was born and raised in Poland, grew up on the Soviet side. After the wall was torn down in 1989, he moved to the United States. There he married my mother, and had me. The end of the Cold War is largely thought of as the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991.”

Commander Xanep was even more confused now.

“Why was it called a war when none was declared?”

Dr. Kowalczyk moved her shoulders up and down, “I don’t know Commander. That’s just what it’s called. Before the next supply delivery, I can ask for a book or two for you, if you’d like.”

“That would be beneficial Doctor. Many thanks.”

The sprinklers above them suddenly turned on, coating the two in a mist of water. Dr. Kowalczyk didn’t even flinch. But Commander Xanep made her way quickly to the stairs to leave. Her species was not as fond of water.

“Did you get your question answered, Commander?” Izzik asked closing up the wall panels.

“Somewhat. Humans are confusing.”

“Indeed,” Izzik replied a smirk perched on his face.

anonymous asked:

It makes me so mad to see all of this shit with these neo Nazi wearing Mjölnir.. when they aren't even pagan. It makes us look so bad.

We understand it’s upsetting but we need to be careful when saying things like “they aren’t even pagan” because we simply don’t know what their religious beliefs are. 

Take a quick walk with us on Wikipedia.
No true Scotsman is a kind of informal fallacy in which one attempts to protect a universal generalization from counterexamples by changing the definition in an ad hoc fashion to exclude the counterexample

Person A: “No Scotsman puts sugar on his porridge.”
Person B: “But my uncle Angus likes sugar with his porridge.”
Person A: “Ah yes, but no true Scotsman puts sugar on his porridge.”

While it is important to denounce hate we need to do so honestly. Leave the logical fallacies to the white supremacists.

it makes me sad that people outside of the toy collecting community will never have the full context of the “optibotimus fake coke commercial” disaster because it is just so funny if you were there when it happened

i’ll try to explain it as best i can regardless

optibotimus is a fairly prominent transformers toy reviewer. you could call his reviews the most baseline they could possibly be. Thew and Vangelus are on the far end of the “entertainment” side of toy reviews, Peaugh is on the far end of “purely informational,” Optibotimus sits squarely in the middle. He shows you the toy in front of a white screen, shows you what it can do, cracks a joke occasionally, and that’s it.

so

one day, optibotimus decides that he wants to run ads on his videos

fair enough, right? people do that. they put vids on youtube, run an ad on ‘em, get a little bit of pocket money.

how did he decide to do it?

he made an ad for coca-cola and started running it on his videos

he did not come to any sort of agreement with coke, he didn’t arrange for a deal.

he just made the ad, ran it on his video, and hoped that Coke would give him a brand deal because he was already running ads for them on his videos.

coke personally, politely, declined his offer.

his fans didn’t exactly care for it either.

I invite you all to watch it:

Yes, the video is 20 minutes long. just watch the first minute. watch the first minute knowing that that advertisement was made with no arrangement with Coca-Cola, the dude just thought that if he started running ads for Coke, Coke would start paying him. 

it’s so funny

Liz’s Party l Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader.

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Alternative scene (what would have happened if Peter showed up at Liz’s party as Spiderman to impress the reader…)

MASTERLIST

Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


It was gym class and Ned was currently holding down Peter’s feet as he did sit ups. Ned had recently found out that Peter was Spiderman and was constantly asking his best friend questions about being an Avenger.

“Hey,” Ned piped up. “Can I be your guy in the chair?”

“What?” Peter whispered, not wanting to be too loud.

“You know there is a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go. Like if you were stuck or lost somewhere, I could tell you where to go because there would be screens and monitors around me. And I could be your guy in the chair,” Ned pleaded.

“Ned, I don’t need a guy in the chair,” Peter insisted.

“Looking good, Parker,” the gym teacher said. Peter paused momentarily before continuing with his sit ups.

“You see for me it would be…f*ck Thor, marry Iron Man, and kill Hulk,” Betty Brant said from the bleachers.

“What about the Spiderman,” Y/N voice piped up, making all her friends on the bleachers look at her.

“It’s just Spiderman,” Liz shrugged.

“Did you guys see that big security cam on youtube? He fought off four guys!” Peter and Ned watched Y/N as she practically praised the Spiderman.

“Oh my gosh. She’s crushing on Spiderman,” Betty joked.

“No way!”

“Kinda,” Y/N shrugged, a blush creeping up onto her face. Peter glance at Ned then turned his attention back to the group.

“Ugh. Gross. He’s probably like thirty,” Betty said.

“You don’t even know what he looks like. What if he is like seriously burned?” Liz suggested.

“I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside,” Y/N replied. “He’s a good man and its obvious he really cares about this city. That is something I really admire about him.”

“Peter knows Spiderman,” Ned blurted. Peter’s mouth dropped open and he turned towards Ned. Everyone in the room went silent and all their eyes were on Peter, even Y/N’s.

“Uh, no I don’t,” Peter said, scrambling to his feet. “No. I-I mean.” He turned and faced Y/N and her friends.

“They’re friends,” Ned added with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends,” Flash teased, now walking over to his rival.

“I-I’ve met him. Yeah, a couple times but its uh…through the Stark internship,” Peter clarified, briefly looking at Y/N. Flash seemed to be enjoying this for a smirk was evident on his face. “Mhmm. Yeah but I am not really suppose to talk about it,” Peter turned around, glaring at Ned.

“Well, that’s awesome,” Flash replied. “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party.”

“Yeah, I am having people over tonight. You are more than welcome to come,” she smiled.

“You’re having a party,” Ned asked.

“W-Will you be there Y/N?” Peter stuttered. Y/N looked up and nodded her head.

“Y-Yeah. I’m going.” Peter smiled shyly at her.

“Yeah, its gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spiderman,” Flash insisted.

“Flash,” Y/N warned. “Leave him alone.”

“Ah come on. He’ll be there,” Flash spat. The bell rang and everyone stood to their feet and made their way towards the door. Peter watched Y/N stand, the two of them briefly met each other’s gaze before she broke it. She walked with her friends out of the gym, Peter’s eyes following her form.

Peter groaned in annoyance and look at Ned. “What are you doing?!?”

“Helping you out,” Ned said. “Did you not hear her? Y/N has a crush on you!” Peter opened his mouth to say something but nothing came. He couldn’t believe his childhood crush had a crush on him…well Spiderman. “Dude, you are an avenger!” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “If any one of us has a chance with Y/N, its you.” 

Y/N and Peter had known each other since grade school and had become pretty close friends. Peter developed his first crush on her but never had the guts to tell her. And here she was, years later, having a crush on Peter’s alter ego. It almost didn’t feel real to Peter. Was he hearing this right? Was she really in love with Spiderman?


That night, May drove Peter and Ned over to Liz’s house. May stopped the car in front of the house and nodded her head. “A house party in the suburbs! Oh, I remember these. I’m kinda jealous.”

“It will be a night to remember,” Ned said with excitement.

“Ned, some hats wear men. You wear that hat!”

“Yeah, it gives me confidence,” Ned grinned.

“This is a mistake,” Peter said, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Hey, let’s just go home.”

“Oh Peter. I know. I know its really hard trying to fit in with all the changes your body is going through,” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s flowering you.” Peter bit his lip and laughed slightly. 

“Okay, yeah. I’m gonna go,” Peter said, unbuckling his seatbelt. He exited the car, Ned following his actions.

“Peter,” May called. “Have fun.”

“I will,” Peter smiled.

“Bye May,” Ned waved as the car drove away. The two of them turned around and began walking up the sidewalk, towards the house. “Dude, you have the suit, right?” Peter lifted up his arm sleeve and showed him the web shooters and red costume. “This is going to change our lives!”

They entered the house, music blasting in the background and kids walking around with drinks in their hands. “DJ Flash,” the announcer said, making both the boys look over at the Flash operating the music.

“Okay, we are gonna have Spiderman swing in, say you guys are tight and then I get a fist bump or one of those half bro hugs,” Ned whispered to his best friend.

“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” Michelle said, standing next to them.

“But…you’re here too,” Ned insisted.

“Am I?” Michelle walked off.

“Oh my–. Hey guys,” Y/N said. “Cool hat, Ned.”

“Hey Y/N,” Ned said with a silly grin on his face.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter’s voice squeaked.

“I’m glad you guys came,” she smiled. “There is pizza and drinks so go and help yourself.”

“Wow, what a great party,” Peter added with a smile.

“I barely did anything. It was all Liz.” Someone called her name and she turned her head. “Oh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. She walked away and Ned said goodbye to her.

“Dude! What are you doing? She’s here, spider it up!”

“No. No. No. I can’t. I cannot do this. Spiderman is not a party trick,” Peter said. “Look, I am just gonna…be myself.”

“Peter, no one wants that.”

“Dude,” Peter said hurtfully. He turned to walk away when Flash called out his name on the microphone.

“Parker! What’s up? Hey, where is your pal, Spiderman? Let me guess, in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?” The crowd laughed and Peter clenched his fists in anger. “That’s not Spiderman. That’s just Ned in a red shirt.”


Somehow, through peer pressure, Peter found himself outside. He disregarded his regular clothing and underneath it was his red and blue Spiderman outfit. He knelt down on the rooftop and gazed down at Liz’s house.

“Hey! What’s up? I am Spiderman,” he whispered to himself as he took off his shirt. “Just thought I would swing by, say hello to my buddy Peter. Oh hey, what’s up Ned? Where is Peter anyways?”

He sighed, looking down at Ned who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Peter shook his head.

“I can’t do this.” Peter noticed Y/N walk up to Ned and ask him a question. In response, Ned shrugged and she nodded her head before walking away. As soon as she was out of sight, Ned yanked out his phone and dialed Peter’s number. Peter answered it immediately.

“Peter! Where are you? Y/N’s asking for you,” Ned said, desperately.

“I will be there in a second.”

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Peter hung up and gazed down at Y/N’s concerned face. She fiddled with her fingers and her eyes continued to wander around the room. Peter put his mask on and stood to his feet before swinging down.

“Oh sorry,” he apologized to some people. Everyone turned around to look at him and all mouth’s dropped open. He maneuvered his way through the crowd of people until he made it inside. “Sorry, I just gotta…find my friend Peter.”

“Spiderman?” He turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice. His robotic eyes dilated and his head moved up and down her body. His actions did not go unnoticed by Y/N. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know. Peter called me and asked if I could show.”

“No way,” Flash said in disbelief. He pushed past the crowd and soon came face to face with the superhero himself. “You’re really him? Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”

Peter turned his eyes towards Y/N who stood behind Flash. He pushed past his rival and approached her. “Hi,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“What’s your name? Wait. No. Let me guess. Y/N, right?”

“Y-Yeah, how did you know?”

“Peter talks a lot about you,” Spiderman said.

“H-He does?” 

“Spiderman!” He turned around and faced Ned. “Hi! It’s Ned. Remember me?”

“Yeah I do. How are you doing?” He gave Ned his fist bump and the boy nearly collapsed when realizing he was going to be popular for the rest of his life.

“Fine. I’ll let you get back to Y/N. She’s a big fan,” Ned laughed. Peter turned his head and eyed Y/N.

“Really?” He teased and she looked down at her feet. 

“Well, kinda,” she replied, blushing like crazy. 

“Well, I should get going. New York isn’t going to save itself,” Spiderman said.

“Yeah,” Y/N added, dreamily admiring the superhero.

“It was nice to finally meet you. Oh and tell Peter that Mr Stark needs him at the internship at four thirty tomorrow,” Spiderman added. “Can you do that for me?”

Y/N nodded and Spiderman winked at her with his big eyes, making her smile. Spiderman used his web shooters and swung away from the party. He made his way back up to the rooftop when everyone had lost interest and began to change back into his normal clothes.

“I can’t believe he actually showed,” Flash said to Y/N.

“What’s the matter, Flash? Jealous of Peter or of Spiderman?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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In early 2016, Hyungwon and his then girlfriend broke up and has never contacted each other after that. However, his ex-girlfriend recently uploaded a misleading post on her personal SNS account which lead to malicious comments and false information to be added, causing Monsta X and Hyungwon fans to be disappointed which we’re very sorry about.

The company feels that the malicious rumours and comments regarding Hyungwon has already harmed Monsta X and something has to be done to stop this.

From this point onwards, the company will be taking legal action towards those that defame the artists’ reputation through spreading false rumours and malicious comments towards Monsta X or Hyungwon. If you’ve posted any malicious comment, we ask that you delete it voluntarily. The company and also Monsta X will show a better image to the fans who have stayed by our side, supporting us.
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Everything starts with a single Instagram post.

A couple lounging together on a hotel bed, their faces out of frame. Two pairs of sweatpants-clad legs tangled together - feet bruised and battered, the focal point of the image.

v-nikiforov: When you and bae have matching feet 💖💖💖 #movienight  #cuddles #figureskaters #FukuokaGPF

The internet explodes.

At 25, Viktor Nikiforov is already a notorious commitment-phobe.

Though his list of casual hookups and one-night stands is a mile long, the man has yet to have a serious romantic relationship.

(One that has been made known to the public, at least. There is, of course, no shortage of “anonymous sources” claiming to have visited him at his house in the countryside where he supposedly lives during the off-season with his secret wife and three kids.)

Not even two hours after the picture is first posted, his fans have already compiled a list of who this mysterious significant other could be, using the only thing they know (probably) for sure about them - that they’re a figure skater.

Christophe Giacometti, for some odd reason, is pretty high up on the list, despite the fact that he’s been in a committed relationship for the past two years now. Cao Bin is another notable name, along with TWO of Viktor’s own rinkmates, Georgi Popovich (something which he’s sure is going earn the two of them a good amount of light-hearted teasing from their rinkmates), and a girl named Evgenia that Viktor has known since they were 5, and whom he regards as nothing more than a good friend.

And somewhere near the middle of the list is Viktor’s longtime bitter rival, Katsuki Yuuri.

It’s something of a mystery that he had even made it onto the list, given that the vast majority of the world seems to be of the opinion that the two hate each other. But fans as a whole tend to have a strange fascination with enemies to lovers stories, and it doesn’t hurt that Yuuri is good-looking, talented, and just about the sweetest person ever (to anyone other than Viktor, that is)


By the time the next picture is posted, just over a month later, people have mostly given up hope on another.

A dining table laden with delicious, home-cooked food. A slender young man sits in a chair across the table from the camera person. The top half of his face is cut off, showing only an indulgent smile as he spoils the excitable brown poodle begging for scraps next to him.

v-nikiforov: When bae flies halfway across the world to surprise you with a home-cooked meal after you get back from Russian Nationals 😍 #luckiest manalive #loveofmylife #bestsurpriseever

This time, it doesn’t even take an hour for the fans to update their List. All the female skaters are removed, while a few more male skaters are added on. 

The man has a soft jawline and slender shoulders.

A few suggest that it may be Lee Seung Gil, while others shout that “he’s just 19!,” and how “that’s basically pedophilia!”

Katsuki Yuuri inches his way slowly up the list, while others demand that Christophe be taken off, given the man in the second picture is clean-shaven, and everyone knows Christophe wouldn’t be caught dead in public without some stubble.


There aren’t many more pictures of The Boyfriend after that.

Instead, there’s an endless flow of melodramatic selfies and black and white landscapes with captions that don’t make sense, of Viktor constantly complaining about not being able to see bae more often.

He does occasionally drop little tidbits - The Boyfriend has a dog as well, he does ballet, they’ve known each other for several years.

But he’s careful not to say anything too revealing about his significant other, playfully dodging the question whenever he’s asked about it in interviews and choosing his words carefully on his social media posts.

It’s a maddeningly long five months before Viktor finally makes the fatal mistake.

An excited brown poodle standing near a door, leash in his own mouth. His tail is a wagging blur, restless excitement seeming to roll off his image in waves.

v-nikiforov: Going to pick up bae from the airport. I think Makkachin’s somehow figured out where we’re going. He’s been waiting impatiently at the front door for the past hour. #offseasonisbestseason #beentoolong #reunion

Viktor turns off his phone after that, and so it isn’t until he arrives at the airport, only to be welcomed by a horde of screaming fans and reporters that he finally realizes the mistake he’s made.

All the blood drains from his face, and he quickly whips out his phone to send his boyfriend a warning message before he’s suddenly swamped.

His plane should have already landed by now, and Viktor prays that he’d sent the warning in time. He knows how much his lover values his privacy, and neither of them are very eager to have their relationship become public knowledge quite yet.

Viktor spends the next ten minutes trying to make his way through the overenthusiastic crowd while still trying to be as nice to his fans as possible.

Makkachin is having the time of his life, shamelessly begging ear scratches and cooing from the crowd of fangirls. He looks quite content to stay there for as long as possible.

That is, right up until he quite suddenly perks up, and barges right through the crowd, leaving behind a bunch of confused fans and a worried Viktor, trying to chase after him.

He doesn’t get very far though, before tackling someone with wet doggy kisses.

The man seems to expect the enthusiastic welcome, because he barely staggers as he catches the giant brown poodle in his arms, laughing and carrying him towards Viktor and his group of speechless fans.

He’s wearing a pair of sinfully tight skinny jeans, and a dark blue hoodie with the hood up. They can’t see his face properly yet, with Makkachin blocking their view as he continues to squirm in the mans’ embrace, tail thumping excitedly against his leg as he walks.

Before any of the fans can take a step, Viktor hurries to his lover’s side and immediately wraps an arm around his shoulders, using his body to hide the man’s identity.

“What are you doing here?” he asks urgently as the crowd surges forward to envelop them. “You could have snuck out another way and gone straight to the car!”

The man laughs, and turns to place a quick peck on Viktor’s cheek.

“It’s fine,” he says. “We’ve kept quiet long enough. I don’t mind letting everyone know about us.”

So saying, he lowers Makkachin gently to the ground, and the cameras finally get their first glimpse at the face of the man who had managed to steal the heart of the World’s Number 1 Bachelor.

Boredom Be Damned - Peter Parker

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

All Peter wanted to do was get his homework done before adventuring into the night, but Y/N walks in and turns his study session into a flush session.

Requested: yes @myfriendmagislit

Warning: slight language

Here’s another request for #2! So excited to write this bc this user is the og:) hope you enjoY!!! This is also kinda long so oops lol and I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!:-) @myfriendmagislit

MASTERLIST <———————-

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Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.

You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.

So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.

Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.

You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.

The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.

You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand  in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.

You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly,  your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.

Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?

“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.

Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.

He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”

You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.

“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“

You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.

Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.

Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.

You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.

Well, that plan failed.

Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.

Fuck.

Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.

He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”

You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.

“Y/N THIS HOMEWORK TOOK ME FOREVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE! I CAN’T BELIEVE…”

Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.

“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I  was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”

Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.”

Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-

“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.

“W-What? I didn’t say-”

“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.

Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.

Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”

And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.

ocn-mn  asked:

You said something about how Keith freezes up when hugged my other people but not when hugged by Shiro. I remember the iconic hug scene with Keith and Shiro. But when does he freeze up when hugged by others? The episode with Hunk?

Oh well there are a couple times when someone grabs him and he tenses up. Keith tells the Arusion he “doesn’t usually hug strangers” and that much is clear when you see his initial response to a lot of physical contact. So you get things like:

As opposed to:

I think Keith being so calm and touchy feely around Shiro also has a lot to do with the fact that that not only are they closer, but Shiro understands and adheres to his boundaries. In every other hug, the other person just grabs Keith and he doesn’t really get any say in it. He also looks startled at first before he can kinda ease into it. With Shiro, they both reach out and walk into the hug together, so it’s the one time when Keith really gets any choice in the matter. I’ve talked about it more here if you’re interested 

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Smut, Angst / 16,742 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

Warning: Mentions of death, major character death, smut/mature scene


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one for the stars - tom holland

title: one for the stars
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: there’s always been some sexual tension between you and your teacher. but, maybe it was only on your part. or, maybe it wasn’t. (smut smut smut)
word count: 1914




there was…there was always something about your theater professor, mr. holland. you’d never really taken it into account until a month ago, he grew this fucking mustache and it sort of changed the entire way you look at him. he’d upgraded from a snack, to a three course feast, and most of your nights, and days, were spent thinking about him. it didn’t help that he seemingly flirted right back with you.


it was becoming a problem.


especially when it’s friday, senior ditch day, and you were headed into your last period class: theater. you were far too excited to see mr. holland and simultaneously excited to discuss the paper topics for of mice and men. half the class, as expected, was absent, leaving only you and a few stragglers. the front of the room was empty, suggesting mr. holland was running late, so you took your usual seat in the middle of the class and pulled out your notebook and a pencil, rifling through your bag in search for of mice and men.


you found it, thank god, just in time for mr holland to walk in. he was sporting a black sweater and black jeans, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows so you could see the veins in his forearms. why did your brain always take you to the most inappropriate places? especially at a time like this?


“hello class!” he accent was thick and his face was bright, a smile stretching his cheeks. he was, quite literally, going to be the death of you.
“hello, mr. holland.” you and your five classmates chorus back, and mr. holland, or tom, as you’d heard other teachers call him, held up his hand which contained a copy of the assigned novel. “you read this over the weekend, yeah?” he addressed everyone, and they half heartedly agreed.


“that wasn’t very convincing, students!”


[ … ]


after the class let out, and with a new sense of bravery, you walks up to mr. holland and lean back against his desk. “ah, y/n!” he beams, cleaning up his papers. “gotta say, your paper is the one in looking forward to most.”


you grin, bottom lip coming between your teeth on an attempt to suppress a smile, your eyes averting down to you shoes. “i picked a topic the day you assigned the novel.” you admit, because of mice and men had always been one of your favorites. “i picked charley’s wife and why she’s the real victim of the story. i wanna delve into the challenges she faced and her crushed dreams.” you nod, earning a soft laugh from tom. you look up to meet his eyes and he grins, tilting his head. you mirror his actions mockingly.


“mature for a high school senior.” he notes and you roll your eyes slightly, hugging your books closer to your chest. “im eighteen, mr. holland.” you point out, and his eyebrows shoot up momentarily before he adorns his same soft smile again. “i wasn’t aware.”


you pause and shift your legs, moving one to cross over the other. you notice tom’s eyes avert down to watch your movement before he looks back up at you. there’s a pause, a moment of silence before either of you speak again.


“i always knew you were my favorite student.” he hums, voice low and you can’t practically feel it rumbling your belly. who in the actually fuck have this man good looks and a killer personality?


you push yourself off the desk and reach up to his chest, letting your finger drag down slightly, you hear his breath catch in his throat before it pluck a piece of hair out of the fabric. you hold it up in front of him with a smile, dropping it onto the floor before turning on your heels and walking out of the class room.


if you added an extra swing to your hips, no one had to know.


[ … ]


it’s about three weeks later when your friend, sav, asks you to go out pub hopping with her.


the sexual tension, that maybe only you were feeling, with mr. holland was growing, swelling, and you knew eventually something had to give, right?
hopefully.


so, you get into your best leather pants and throw on a white crop top, nothing too wild, nothing too tame. just a little something. and if you wore one of your more nice bras and pairs of underwear, who had to know?


it’s about ten o'clock, and it’s been a successful night of drinking and dancing, sav has disappeared into the heated bodies at the current club you two were at, and you decided to stay by the bar and keep watch on your drinks.


your entertaining yourself with a cherry and two napkins when your eyes flicked up and spot a familiar face across the way.


it’s mr. holland, of course it is.


he hadn’t spotted you but before he can you access the girls and adjust your bra, pushing the hair off your shoulder. you grab your drink and take a long sip, averting your eyes, and when they flicker back over their catch the familiar brown.
tom smiles, nodding his head, you do the same before he’s looking back to he people at his table. you sigh softly, looking back to your drink.


what idiotic part of your brain had you thinking something might happen? what part of you made you think-


your brain loses its train of thought when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, and you’re fully ready to go all uma thurman and kick ass, but when you look up you see mr. holland is attacked to the hand.


“hi,” you smile, and he removes his hand to sit down next to you. he’s wearing a white button up and blue jeans, and you nearly drool at the sight.


“hey,” he replied with a smile, sitting his drink down on the bar. “you know, i read your paper last night.” he says, and you feel her cheeks heat up slightly, unsure of whether this was a praise of a pity. “and it was- incredible. you never cease to amaze me.” he grins, and your hearts rabbits in your chest.


you feel brave, for whatever reason, and take a sip from your drink. “i guess that means i don’t have to seduce you for a better grade then?” as soon as you say it his eyes widen slightly, and he seems to look over you, one brow raised.


the left side of his lips raises into a slight smirk, and he tilts his head in that same way he always does. “maybe some extra credit?”


and, well, that’s how you ended up where you are now, with your back against the wall of a stall in the men’s room and mr. holland- or, tom- with is thigh between your legs and his lips attached to yours.


things escalated quite quickly, if you did say so yourself.


your lipstick has smeared slightly along his lips, and he presses his thigh up against your center, your lips parting with a breathy moan. you take the oppertinity to trail wet and messy kisses down his neck, latching your lips to his pulse point with a reverent suck.


“shit,” he bits down on you shoulder with a grunt, and the slight pain makes you grind down with a new vigor against his thigh.


“fuck,” you whisper, and he gently nips at your ear lobe before youre kissing again in a clash of tongue and lips. there’s nothing soft about it, it’s rough and fast and messy and it’s so, so fucking good.


in an instant he’s lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his hips, his hand under your ass to hold you up and the firm outline of his cock pressed against you, and he grinds forward, eliciting a moan from the both of you.


“more,” you suddenly pant into his mouth, biting on his bottom lip and giving it a tug. he nearly drops you from his withering, his hips stuttering forward. “i need more,” you say, more determined, more sure.


he drops you back to your feet in a rush to get out of his jeans and you take this as your opportunity to shed out of your pants and underwear.


this may not be the romantic sex you’d dreamed of with mr. holland, but it’s something, right?


as if he’d expected this he yanks a condom out of his back pocket and goes to take the wrapping off, but you stop him, taking it out of his hands and tearing it open with your teeth.


the second your hand makes contact with his length he groans out throatily, watching you intently as you pinch the tip of the rubber and roll it down. the second it’s secured he’s picking you back up and pressing you into the wall and, well, the man handling had you practically dripping with anticipation. no pun intended.


he pauses, it’d been mostly silent throughout your little…encounter, but he paused and it’s a split second, he meets your eyes. “is this alright?” he asks softly, and it makes your heart swell in your chest. you nod, far too eagerly, and grin. “more than.” you reply.


he takes this as enough and the heated kissing returns, his tongue gliding across yours as he teases your clit with his tip, your eyes rolling back as you moan into his mouth.


before you can complain he pushes up into you, completely, and the stretch is absolutely fucking wonderful.


he was bigger than you’d hoped, bless up.


he gives you a split second to adjust and then, slowly, and so, so good, he pulls almost completely out and slams back up into you.


your head falls forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder as he relentlessly pounds up into you, your body jolting slightly with the force of it.


you do your best to ride down against him but once he licks his thumb and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles in time with his thrusts, you’re absolutely useless.


you can feel your legs start to shake around him as you quietly whine, dropping your head backing against the stall wall.


his thrusts slow down slightly, but his thumb continues its fasts movements, as he shifts slightly to catch your lips again.


the shifting angles him slightly different and it sends him directly into your soft spot, and within a matter of seconds your clenching down around him as you come hard, your eyes squeezing shut so tightly you see constellations.


tom follows only a few seconds later, his thumb moving off of you as his hips shutter and he spills into the condom with a shout of your name and a string of curses.


it’s an easy clean up as the two of you redress and get your bearings back, and he presses the softest kiss between your brows. “i guess i’ll see you in class monday?” he asks and you let out a soft snicker.


“don’t forget to grade my paper,”


“can i have your number?”


“is that legal?”


“you’re eighteen,”


“you’re my teacher,”


“so, no number?” he asks, letting a pout make its way onto his face.

you gave him your number.


(and if he wears a turtle neck to class the next day, no one had to know why.)

That’s A No

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Harry Hook

Word Count: 1,117

Warning(s): Fluff

‘’I want you.’’

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Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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Jackson: I love black culture & they are a lovely peoples thnak u love you lemme just
-puts on dreads-

Black people: hey can you please not do that…it’s offensive

Jackson: lmao fuck black people I did nothing wrong and everyone who call me out is hatter!!! 😩🤧🤧🤧💪

Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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