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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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Originally posted by juggiehead

It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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Fathers Day for Tony (Quick Fic)

For @shitshitshitshitwhy who asked for an Awkward!Spidey trying to say Happy Fathers Day to Tony

Tom Holland is Peter, of course RDJ is Tony.

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Peter had been trying to talk to Tony all day.

First in the elevator that morning, as they headed up to Tony’s mandatory Sunday breakfast with the team. Peter had been thrilled to catch Tony alone for once, and had reached in his backpack for the small package and card he had bought yesterday, only to turn around and see Tony on his phone, talking loudly about the pillows on his bed and why they just weren’t fluffy enough, and yes he was aware pillows deflated, but he needed perpetually fluffy pillows.

Peter had just sighed and put the package away.

>>>>>>>>>

After breakfast when Tony and Happy were arguing over who to invite to the birthday party for Clint that weekend, Peter tried to talk to him again.

“Um, Mr Stark?” Peter cleared his throat nervously. “Mr Stark if you have a moment–”

“Do you think it would be obnoxious to decorate in purple?” Tony was saying and Happy nodded emphatically.

“Tony, Clint hates purple.”

“But Clint wears purple.” Tony countered.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter tried again. “I need like two seconds, just real quick.”

“Hey Underoos.” Tony said with a bright smile and Peter flushed a little in happiness. “Do you think Clint would shoot me with an arrow if I decorated his party in purple because Happy thinks—”

“I’ll come back.” Peter said dejectedly, and waved, completely unnoticed by them.

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Mystery

Pairing: Peter Parker x Barton!Reader

Request:

Can I get a request where the reader is Clint’s Daughter and it’s reader x Peter?            


Peter has created a chatroom: hello my beautiful girlfriend that i love so much

Peter has added Y/N.

Peter:

Peter: Me last night when you wanted me to help you design your new suit.

You:

You: Me last night when you showed me designs you made just for me.

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The Night We Met - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spderman

word count: 5568
warnings: swearing, super adorkable peter
a/n: this is my first posted peter fic so go easy on me?
also this is really low key based on this song, but the sound of it not the words so much if that makes sense? idk i’m at a loss


[ i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt / i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again / take me back to the night we met ]

The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago.  It was late, one am, you presumed.  But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in.  It was dark, only the moon and star’s light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in.  Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.

You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you’d lived at the tower for most of your life.  All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage.  Before Tony Stark adopted you.  Why had he? You were never entirely sure.  You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you’d never thought to question him.  Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad.  Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to… well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective.  You weren’t his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood.  And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.

It hadn’t really mattered, you weren’t really an avenger.  At least, not one out on the battlefield.  No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet.  But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them.  Though the rest of the team wouldn’t prefer the term.  Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people.  Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was… important.

(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)

So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace.  You loved these secret nights of yours.  Your own special thing.

[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]

You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you.  You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.

“You know,” Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda’s new and improved outfit.

“Thanks a lot” You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.

“Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button”

“Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“y/n just- just shut up.  God when did you become a teenager?” You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.

“You don’t remember? Because I do.  Vividly”

“That’s only cause Tony gave you the body talk” Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory.  “Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today”

“New recruit?” You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked.  “Why wasn’t I told?”

“You designed his suit, the uh… the bug one”

“Ant Man?”

“No, the other one”

“Wasp?” You asked again, Bruce shook his head.

“No no, the one from Berlin” You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.

“Bruce, just cause my Dad’s sorta a snake sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bug, that’s rude” You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.

“Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?”

“I grew up” You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work.  Bruce frowned sadly at your back.  You were right, you had grown up.  And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have.  But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky’s arm.

“And no, it’s Spider-Man”


“Alright kid, this is a big deal now” Tony said, clapping a hand on Peter’s back as they made their way into the facility.  “Whole team lives here, my whole family” He told him.

“Wow” Was all Peter could think to say as his eyes looked around.  They landed on everything, quickly, wanting to take it all in at once.

“Okay okay, slow down, you’re one of us now, you’ve got plenty of time to make googly eyes-”

Tony was cut off mid sentence as Peter had crashed into something, sending the box in his arms and the papers in the other person’s arms flying as his victim stumbled backwards onto the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorr-” He stopped abruptly upon seeing you there, gathering your things as quickly as you could.  He couldn’t help his wide eyes as he watched your every movement.  Before he shook his head and began helping you pick up his papers.

“It’s fine I’m just- I’m super late” You spoke quickly, stacking your sketches in your arms messily and in a rushed fashion.  You didn’t even look up at him until he seemed to be staring at the paper in his hands.

“You-you drew this? Wow” He said in amazement, but you snatched it away.

“That’s what y/n does here” Tony said, not being able to take the awkward tension anymore and scooping up most of your papers in his hands and giving them to you.  “Geez are these all Wanda’s?” He asked you as you held what was probably a hundred designs in your arms.

“Yeah, yep, I didn’t know what exactly she was looking for she just said something new, so..” You trailed off, trying to straighten out and align all of the papers in your arms.  You shot a glance over at the boy who had picked up his box, full of typical teenage boy items.  Until you looked more curiously and could tell instantly he was  a very studious boy.  “You must be Spider-Man?”

“Parker Pete- Peter Parker.  I’m Peter Parker that-that’s me” He stammered, making you send a goody glance at your father before looking back to the boy that seemed your age.  He had adorable puppy brown eyes and the same colored curls on his head.  He was adorable, cute, it was the only thing you could think of for a moment.

“Well hello Parker Pete” You said with a small laugh as you stuck your hand out while carefully maneuvering your stack of papers.  “I’m y/n” You introduced while he shook your hand, a bit too long but you didn’t really want to pull away either.

“She’s also my daughter, and off limits, so let’s keep walking” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and steering him away.

“Wha- she-you have- you’re his-” Peter couldn’t even get a full sentence out as Tony directed him farther away from you, leaving you to stand in the hall and watch in amusement as your father dragged the poor boy away.

“Bye Parker Pete!” You called before heading off to Wanda’s room.

You liked Peter Parker.  He was a stuttering, adorkable mess.

[ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met ]

You were sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, sketching away as always.  Sometimes you just liked changing your setting.  Working in the lab could get loud, or stuffy, and it was good to have a little change of scenery.  Plus, the best things happened in the kitchen.

For instance, right now, everyone was trying to arm wrestle Steve.  Which was a very amusing sight to watch.  Currently, Natasha was flexing her arms trying to prepare herself for what everyone knew would be a failure.

“What’re you working on?” You heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Peter slipping onto the high chair next to you.  You smiled at him almost instinctively.  He’d been living at the facility for a week now, and at this point you were pretty good friends.  Being the same age really did help, seeing you were both the youngest ones there.

“Hopefully a new bow for Clint” You told him, showing him your design.  “I’m hoping he won’t break this one” You added with a chuckle.  Peter stared at the paper, genuine interest on his features.  You loved that about him, even for the simple things he always admired your work like it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“Neat” He said, still staring at it even as you slid it back to your part of the tabletop.  “What’s uh… what’s happening over there?” He nodded off to where Steve was dangerously close to slamming Nat’s hand on the table.  You were a little worried about the Black Widow’s well being, but even more so for the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had broken the dinner table over an arm wrestling tournament.

“Steve’s daring people to arm wrestle him” You said, watching them again, just as Natasha lost.  She groaned in frustration, shaking out her sore hand.  “He only does it when Tony’s not around to scold him for it”

“Scold him?” Peter asked curiously.

“He usually breaks stuff.  Tables, vases, bones” Peter’s eyes widened with fear, making you chuckle.

“Calm down Spider-Boy, he won’t attack you” You said, putting your hand unconsciously on his forearm.  “It’s just a little competition he likes to do to show off.  No one’s ever beat him” You shrugged.  “Kinda like how Thor tests us to lift his hammer, we all know that thing won’t budge, but we try anyways” You said.  Peter’s eyes were trained on Steve and Wanda’s current match.  You took his distracted moment to admire his features, his starry eyes, gelled but soft looking hair, thin pink lips.  You smiled at him, and only then noticed your hand resting on him.  You removed it quickly, busying yourself with your design again.

“Hey new kid!” You perked up once more when you heard Steve’s voice ring out, catching Peter’s attention.

“M-me?” Peter pointed to himself, unsure if the Captain America was talking to him or not.  You giggled to yourself quietly.

“Yeah you, you wanna try and go a round?” He asked.  Your eyes went from gleaming to wide with worry in a matter of seconds.

“Peter you don’t have-”

“Yeah sure” Peter shrugged before you could give him a way out of it.  You watched as he hopped to the ground and walked over to the opposite side of the table as Steve.  All of your focus was on the two.  Sure, Steve would never heart him on purpose but Peter wasn’t like the other avengers, he was sixteen, and you were worried he’d get his arm broken or something.  You stared as their hands latched together, neither of them doing anything yet.  “Look, I-I just wanna say sorry about like- attacking you at that airport” Peter said, and you blushed slightly at his cute awkwardness.  Apologizing for the fight, no one had really done that yet.  Most of you just tried to look past it.

“Yeah, no hard feelings” Steve winked, and like that, you could see their arms struggling slightly as they put all their strength into it.  Your lips parted slightly when you realized Peter wasn’t losing.  He was actually doing really well, completely focused on Steve’s arm.  “Wow kid, you got quite a grip” Steve commented, and you could hear the struggle in his voice.

Well that was new.

“But hey, I’m still the strongest one here” Steve said, slamming the kid’s hand down onto the table.  Peter sighed, shaking his hand just as Nat had earlier.  You clapped while the others began to leave the room, tired of Steve’s party games.

“Wow! Parker Pete!” You rushed over to him and hugged him before thinking about it.  “Just- wow” You laughed, and Peter gave a short laugh with you, rubbing his now aching hand.  “No one’s ever done that before! Just how strong are you?” You asked him, and his face went red.

“I-I don’t know” He stammered out, and you hugged him again.  You felt him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you a little closer as he held you.  It was quiet for a moment, and your heart began fluttering as you lingered there together.  Somehow, it wasn’t just a hug, and you could both feel it.

“Hey hey hey, watch the hands there” You sighed quietly when Tony came in, pointing accusingly at the both of you, and you pulled away from Peter.  “Break it up” He said, snapping his fingers as he went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

“Peter almost beat Steve at arm wrestling” You bragged, trying to ease up your father’s current mood.

“God dammit I told him no more of those” He grumbled, heading back out of the kitchen, the popped his head back in.  “Break it up!” He called loudly again.  “Both of you! Separate rooms pronto!” You rolled your eyes as he left, but squeezed a hand on Peter’s wrist before gathering your materials from the counter.

“Night Parker Pete” You said sweetly, then headed out the door and towards the elevator.  Peter slumped onto one of the chairs, staring at the doorway you just exited.

“Goodnight y/n” He said to himself.

“You like her?” He heard an accented voice and turned to see Wanda standing there.  The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he hadn’t even realized there was another way into this room.  “Yes?” She questioned after not having received an answer.

“Yea-yeah I mean yeah y/n.. y/n’s great she’s a great-amazing friend” He said, all the while nodding his head and blushing like a fool.  Wanda chuckled, using her powers to snatch an orange off the counter, but opted to use her nails to peel it.

“I can read minds” She told him.  “I know you like her” She told him, winking a brown eye.  Peter opened his mouth but no words came out for a few moments.

“I… she’s great” He told her, unsure of what he could say.

“You also think she’s beautiful” Wanda continued, putting a slide of the fruit into her mouth.

“Well I-”

“Are we discussing Peter Parker’s feelings towards miss Stark?”

Peter fell of his chair, definitely not having expected Vision to simply face through the wall of the kitchen, joining the conversation abruptly.  Wanda nodded as she chewed, and Peter attempted to stand and straighten out his sweater.

“Well I think it’s… pleasing” Vision said.

“Pl-pleasing?” Peter stuttered.

“Yes, it is nice to think of you becoming romantically involved with miss Stark” He said with a nod of his head.  Peter’s eyes widened with fear.

“No, no no no no, y/n and I-I we- we aren’t- she’s my friend”

“Yes, and Wanda is my friend” Vision said, and the witch’s head snapped towards him.  “But that is no barrier to love”

Peter almost fell just from standing up.  He could feel his knees wobbling and his heart was pounding incredibly fast in his chest.

“Vizh…” Wanda said slowly, coming over and putting a hand on the android’s arm.  “Let’s go talk” She said, and he nodded again, allowing her to guide him out of the room.  “But if you want my advice,” Wanda turned to Peter before she could fully leave the kitchen.  “Go for it, y/n looks at you a lot, the way… the way I remember Pietro looking at his love” Wanda said.  Peter couldn’t even find the right words to say before she left the room.

Shortly after, he went running out, making his way as quickly as he could to the weight room.  It was nearing ten o’clock, but he needed a stress relief, and working out seemed much better than sitting in his room with his anxiety all pent up.

He practically burst through the doors, not even noting Steve dragging a punching bag to it’s hook as he tore his sweater off, leaving him in a tee shirt and khakis.  Not really the best chosen attire to work out in, but he didn’t care.  He needed to… to run, to punch something.  He stepped up onto the treadmill, setting it on a higher setting before just sprinting.  Racing over the spinning rubber sheet until sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Kid? Hey Parker?” Steve called, catching Peter’s attention but he didn’t stop running.  “You aren’t stress running cause I kicked your ass earlier right?” He asked, and Peter shook his head, his breathing ragged as he put the treadmill on a higher setting.  “Alright, then why are you stress running?”

“I’m not stress running” Peter grunted.

“Yes you are.  Why?” Steve said, his voice stern so that he’d open up to him.  Peter let out a sigh, but was still reluctant to stop running.

“Because” He huffed.  “I’m in love… with y/n… and she’s Tony’s daughter… and doesn’t like me back… deserves better than me anyways” He said in between sharp intakes of breath.  Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.

“Alright, alright turn that off you’re gonna kill yourself” He said, and Peter didn’t even argue, just slowed it down before stopping it completely.  “Listen closely to me, alright?” Peter nodded shakily, and stepped down off the treadmill.

He walked over to Steve, and they sat down together on a bench.

“I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Peggy Carter”

[ i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

You had just slipped out of your room, checking to make sure the halls were clear as you walked as lightly as possible down the hallway towards the kitchen.  You hadn’t changed into pajamas like usual, still wearing your simple white dress from earlier that night.  But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to finally be able to sneak out.  Earlier than you usually do, it was midnight and you often waited for one am to roll around but you were too eager to escape to your happy place.

After tiptoeing down the stairs, opting not to use the elevator because it made noise, you snuck into the kitchen, quickly and carefully closing the door behind you.  Even though it and the walls secluding it were glass windows.  You were a creature of habit.

“What’re you doing here?” You spun around, about to kick the owner of the sudden voice in the throat, but be caught your ankle.

“Peter?” You lowered your leg, smoothing out your skirt.  “What’re you doing? It’s late” He gave you a look before laughing.

“Well I can basically say the same thing” He said, and you blushed, looking down for a moment.

“I… I come here at night when everyone’s asleep.  It’s my way of sneaking out” You said with half a shrug.  “It was a secret until now” Peter’s face fell, and he could feel his stomach dropped.

Oh my god I ruined her special place for her

“No worries” You said with a soft smile.  “I’m happy you’re the first I can share it with” You told him, and began to walk off to the living area, in front of all the windows.  Peter scurried off after you, walking awkwardly with his hands behind his back as you were staring outside.  He looked over at you, awestruck by the way the moonlight reflected on your features, making parts of your dress look like it was glowing, but others hidden in a shadow.  “So Parker Pete,” You said with a smile as you turned your head to look at him.  “What’re you doing out here so late?”

“I- I was just… sitting” He answered lamely, making you chuckle and roll your eyes a little.

“Okay, but why sit in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Don’t you want your rest?”

“M-my rest?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know.  Everyone around here falls asleep so early when my Dad’s not throwing some big party” You told him.

“Does he have parties a lot?” You crinkled your nose and bopped your head side to side as if to say so so.  

“Not as much as he used to.  Now it’s just the small group of us, playing music, eating lots of food, dancing, it’s nice.  A good reason to dress up and have fun but kick back from the stress” You told him.  “I guess I like it better than they used to be.  Loud, lots of drunks.  I remember hiding in my room inside my closet until my mom would come kiss me goodnight and tell me he was shooing people out” You chuckled a little, leaning closer to the window and tapping your fingers lightly against the glass to a made up beat.

“As a rebellious teen, do you want more parties?” Peter asked, mocking a reporter’s voice and making you laugh, shooting him a quick glance.

“I wouldn’t call myself rebellious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a total rule follower” You said.  “For the daughter of Tony Stark, I think that says a lot about my adoption” You said jokingly.

“I didn’t know that” He said, stepping closer to you.  He wanted to look out the window, enjoy the view as you were, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“Yeah you can’t really tell unless you look close enough.  We’re really close” Peter smiled gently.

“That’s good” You nodded.

“Yeah… to me he really is my Dad, I don’t go out of my way to use the term ‘adopted’ it doesn’t bother me by any means, he’s just more to me than that.  Pepper too, but she’s the busy one nowadays” You told him.  “Anyways, that’s my life story you wanna share now?”

“Uh, it’s sorta messy” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.  You shook your head, brushing it off.

“I don’t mind.  I’d like to hear it Parker Pete” He chuckled, and licked his lips while he thought of what to say.

“Well, uhm, my parents were killed” He said, clearing his throat.  “In a hijacked plane crash when I was seven… and uh… I’ve been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben since then” He told you, avoiding your eyes.  “And not long after I.. well became Spider-Man uh…”

You noticed the way he was kicking his feet into the carpet, a nervous habit, and your heart began to sink as sadness washed over your features.

“My-my Uncle he- he got shot because of me” Your eyes widened and you moved closer to him, your back to the window now and completely abandoning the view you loved as you stared up at Peter with crinkled brows and big wet eyes.  Your hand reached out to grab his without a second thought.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault Peter” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“No, no if I’d just been honest with him and had been back to him on time like I said I would he- I would’ve-” You placed your other hand against his cheek, turning his head up to look at you.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pete” You told him softly, keeping your voice steady.  “And I promise if he could see you now, he’d be so incredibly proud of you and all you’ve done” You saw his lips quirk up for a short moment, and you smiled at him.  “I’ve known you for all of a week and I am” You said, and his heart surely stopped in his chest, only to speed up again.

“Thanks, y/n” He said, and you nodded, dropping your hand from his face but kept your hands latched at your side.  “He would’ve liked you” He told you, and for some reason it made your cheeks heat up in a pink blush.

“Really?” Peter smiled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you’d remind him of May I’m sure” A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it.  Why did this make you all bubbly?

“Am I like her?” You asked, and Peter pursed his lips.

“You’ve got the same attitude but secret softie thing going on” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“I’m not a softie, I used to be out on that battlefield you know” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest as you’d released his hand.

“Really?” Peter asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking playfully.  “Because you were all worried earlier when I was going to arm wrestle Captain America” You jaw dropped open at him.

“Oh really? Say that to my excellent combat skills” You said with a wink.

“Excellent combat skills?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Uh huh, only reason I’m not out there is cause someone’s gotta make your spandex onesie” Peter looked at you with an offended expression.

“It’s not-!” He groaned, throwing his arms down at his sides.  You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“I don’t know… I mean, I designed it I think I know a onesie when I make one” You told him.  Peter opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and you began to laugh again, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling with delight.  Peter couldn’t even keep up his facade of a straight face.  “Alright, alright, what else? What do I and May Parker have in common?”

“I don’t know, uh, she used to dance with him all the time, when I was little they’d dance around to his old record player” You smiled at him, and bounced a little on your bare feet.  “What? What?” Peter asked as you just kept laughing and bouncing.

“Come on come on” You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer eagerly, and planting his palms on your waist.

“You want to dance with me?” He asked like he didn’t even believe it.  But you nodded, your grin still present as you crossed your wrists behind his neck.

“Yeah” You said, beginning to bite back your smile.

“I-I don’t have my phone so I don’t have any like-like music or anything” You shrugged your shoulders and noted how he panicked a little.

“It’s fine, we don’t really need it” You told him, and you gave him a comforting smile.  “Calm down Peter, it’s just me” You said.

How ironic, he thought.

“Why’s it ironic?” You asked, and Peter’s eyes filled with fear at the realization that he’d said it out loud.  He didn’t say anything at first, his brain still turning and his heart beating impossibly faster than it already was.  You could tell that he was nervous, so you rested your forehead on his chest so that he didn’t have to look at you.  “Peter?” You called when you didn’t hear any answer from him.

“Sorry I-I didn’t know what to say you uh y-you make me nervous” You pulled away, looking up at him with surprised eyes and raised brows.

“I do?” You asked, taken aback by the confession.  Peter nodded, looking from his feet to you and partially wishing that he could drop dead right this moment.

But then you smiled at him, an airy laugh coming from your lips.

“You make me nervous sometimes too Parker Pete” You told him, and a small smile pulled on his mouth, his face red.

“R-really I-I-I do?” He stuttered, and you nodded.  Peter let out a small chuckle, looking down again before back up to you.  You nodded again, your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth.  He let out a small laugh, really just a puff of air.

“Why do I? I’m not mean to you am I?” You asked, chuckling quietly and he did too, shaking his head.

“No, no not at all you’re-you’re nice, very nice- to me! To me anyways I’ve seen you have at it with Clint” You laughed again.

“We don’t fight it’s just banter” You told him, shaking your head dismissively and wringing your hands behind his neck.  “Well?” You said softly, still waiting for his answer.

“Well.. uh… well you see you’re very good at what you do- v-very talented” He started anxiously, and the swaying that has been your dancing, halted.  “And-and I think you’re really beautiful” Your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a grin.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah well yeah” Peter said simply.  “And you’re- you’re a genius I mean you’ve got this capability to work with Dr Banner, and you’re my age I-I’d say that’s pretty neat” You let out a soft giggle, your eyes wide with adoration for this boy in front of you.  “Truth is y/n I… I like you, a lot, as-as more than a friend” Your heart stopped in your chest.

“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered out softly.  I smile quirked on his lips, that turned into a grin within seconds.  You caught his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you licked over them subconsciously.  Your hands slid to his shoulders, resting at the base of his neck and you stepped ever so slightly closer.  His eyes kept looking from you to your lips, over and over and it made you chuckle.  “Well are you gonna kiss me or not?” You mumbled, your stomach flipping over repeatedly.

“Not! He is most definitely not!” You sprung away from Peter, your back and head hitting the window.  “Parker what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Peter spun around to see your Dad standing there, his arms crossed angrily.

“I-I uh I-”

“y/n, go to your room it’s time for bed” He said, his tone frustrated.

“Dad I’m not six you can’t send me-”

“Bed” He gritted and you stood a little straighter.  You nodded your head, and looked to Peter quickly, waving a short and quick goodbye and rushing out of the room.

[ when you had not touched me yet / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

Peter was pacing in the hallways, contemplating whether or not he should go  back to his own quarters, like Mr Stark had so… kindly… told him to.  Or if he should knock on your door.

He liked you, that part was obvious now.  He liked you so much it hurt to not be with you.  If he’d known what love felt like, he could almost say he was in love with you.  He could sit down and talk to you all day about anything, he could go to sleep at night wishing he’d had just five more minutes.

Maybe if you weren’t Tony’s daughter, maybe if the entire team of Avengers weren’t standing guard over you, like they were all your protective older brothers, he would’ve told you sooner.  Maybe.  Peter Parker was never one for having confidence, in fact, before the suit, he was the shy nerdy kid that no one really knew the name of.  He wasn’t popular, or very out going by any means, but ever since Spider-Man, he had a higher self esteem, pushed himself more.

And he really, really liked you.

So, he knocked.

[ Take me back to the night we met ]

“Peter?” You said quietly as you opened your door.  You had changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts for bed, your hair hanging down in loose waves hanging over your shoulders.  You wrapped your arms over your chest, trying to preserve the warmth you’d lost when you got out of bed.  “Hey what’re you doing he-” You were cut off when his hands flew out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips against his.  While at first you were surprised, you sunk into it instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck, completely melting against him.

When he pulled away you were a smiling blushing mess and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Why?” You chuckled.  “I mean, I’m not apologizing” You said again, and he smiled back at you.

“I just- might not get the chance to do that again” He said, and you nodded, biting down on your lips slightly.  “So-so I had to… just once” You nodded.

“Yeah I… I’m glad you did” You said softly.  He hugged you before saying goodnight.

You would both be okay.


idk the ending makes me feel eh :/
it’s been a long couple of days so i’m sorry about this
but this is for @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc of our love for parker pete

(update: the link for the dress didn’t work so here it is)

anonymous asked:

So how would aliens react finding out about mental issues like depression?

That’s actually a really interesting question!

One that I’ll have to quickly research before I write out this scenario.

Ahem.


Xylion was examining some books he found lying around Human Jenny’s cabin. Yes, he was technically stealing them from her, but he was very interested in what humans were like. Seeing as he had recently experienced the terrifying things known as Grand Theft Auto V, he had to find something redeemable.

Human Jenny had mentioned she was an Anthropologist, and when he questioned what that was, she said it was the study of humankind. He had to hold back his comment about how self-centered humans were if they had a job to study their own species.

So far, none of the textbooks revealed anything interesting. He saw some stuff about history, but chose to leave it alone. He had heard humans had a long history of wars and perils, so maybe that wasn’t the best one to look at.

The next one was all about the Human Brain. He flipped through it a bit, but found nothing of interest. Who would want to know how human brains work?

The last book he found was labeled ‘Mental Disorders’. He frowned. He knew mental meant mind, but disorders? Was something wrong with human minds?

He grabbed the book and opened it. However, before he could begin reading, he heard the voice. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Xylion almost began to secrete mucus again. He turned around slowly to see Human Jenny. Her eyes were narrowed and her cheeks red with anger. Xylion felt his tentacles begin to quiver. “Ah, Human Jenny! You’re- uh- hello! How is your day?” He asked, dropping the book so he wouldn’t ruin it.

Human Jenny grimaced at the phlegm that began to cover his arms. “What are you doing in here, Xylion?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“I was simply looking at your books! I wanted to know more about humans.” Xylion saw no point in lying. His species was known for doing what was always best.

A grin spread across her face. “You could’ve just said so! I know all about humans! Not only am I one, but it’s my job to study them! Now, what do you need to know?”

Xylion was shocked at her sudden change in demeanor, but he took it as a pleasing from Xalzor, the primordial god from his planet. Xylion looked down at the book he had been interested in. “What are ‘Mental Disorders’?”

Human Jenny’s smile seemed to droop slightly. She made some weird noise that sounded somewhat like a cough. “Well, Mental Disorders are problems that affect humans’ mental, physical, and/or emotional wellbeing.”

“So, they are weaker than the average human?”

“No! Not at all! Each issue affects a person in different ways, though they all have similar problems that come with them.” Human Jenny reasoned.

Xylion frowned. “Like what?”

Human Jenny picked up the book and flipped to a random page. “Here, this is one that affects a lot of people in this day and age: Depression.”

“‘Depression’? And what is that?”

“Well, have you ever experienced sadness, Xylion?”

He had to think about that. “Yes, one time when I was younger my brothers played a crude joke on me that ended up with me believing that I was useless. Of course it was all in good fun and I learned that eventually, but I was quite sad until then.”

“And how long did it take for you to realize that?”

“About a day or so.”

Human Jenny sighed. “Well, imagine that you are feeling that sadness for weeks and months on end. It’s never ending. Joy isn’t something that really seems real to you. It’s like the world around you is faded and everything just seems to bounce off of you. Even when you’re doing something that used to make you happy, all you feel is this sense of overwhelming sadness waiting right around you.”

Xylion blinked. “Is that…curable?”

“Yes. With pills, it can sometimes help. Not only that, but psychotherapy helps too. Most people get better.”

“And those that don’t?”

Human Jenny hesitated with her answer. She sighed, looking down. “Let’s just say they all have different ideas on what to do then.”

Xylion frowned at the cryptic message. He was confused. What did happen to them? What did they choose to do? Before he could ask anything else about it, human Jenny was already flipping through the pages.

“Schizophrenia.” She murmured, looking down at the page. It was filled with colorful images. Xylion frowned.

Human Jenny looked up at him. “Schizophrenia is a disorder that gives the victim auditory, visual, olfactory, an/or tactile hallucinations. People with this issue often see things, hear things, smell things, or feel things that aren’t there. The cause of this isn’t understood, and it often includes lifetime treatment.”

Xylion shook his head. “That’s horrible. How do people endure that?”

“Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.”

Great, more vague answers. Xylion was getting sick of it, honestly.

Human Jenny sighed as she opened up another page. “Let’s see…Anxiety.”

“But…most humans have this disorder! Human Isaac often talks about how anxious he is! Is that not the same thing?”

“Yes, all humans experience anxiety, but it’s when it starts interfering with our daily lives that it becomes something serious. One example of anxiety is the Panic Attack centered anxiety. These panic attacks can do different things, though some of the things that can occur during them are: muscle tension, poor concentration, fear or confusion, the inability to relax, etcetera.”  

Xylion was shocked, yet again. “How do humans deal with this sort of thing?”

Human Jenny shuffled nervously before standing up. “Well, most people take pills to help them calm down and such.” Human Jenny began to rummage through a bin as she talked. “They take these pills to help keep them calm. Mainly because they fear dying in these situations, often feel discomfort, feel like they’re choking,” Human Jenny’s voice was fading now, “shortness of breath,” her breathing was getting raspy now, and Xylion was getting even more worried, “and others things.” She finished, coughing slightly.

He watched as she pulled out some orange container and opened it. Two white tablets fell into her palm and she pressed it against her mouth, letting the pills go in. He watched as she took her hand away and got a drink of water. As she swallowed the pills, she seemed to visibly relax. Xylion stood up. “Are you okay, Human Jenny?”

Her head hung slightly. “I’m alright. I just suffer from Anxiety, ya’ see? Sometimes when I talk about the different affects it has on us humans, I freak out. I’ll be fine, though.”

“Does anyone else aboard suffer from these disorders?”

Human Jenny nodded. “We’ve all had a problem sometime in our life. We aren’t exactly kids, you know?”

Xylion shuffled nervously. “What happened?”

“Well, Isaac has insomnia.”

“And what is that?”

Human Jenny sighed. “Well, insomnia is a sleeping disorder. It makes it so the person affected by it has trouble sleeping soundly at night. he has to take pills to help him fall asleep, otherwise he can’t sleep at night and won’t function as well in the mornings.”

Xylion looked down. He had never noticed this before. “And the others?”

“Well, Freddie’s been struggling with Depression ever since he lost his girlfriend in a shooting, and Mason has PTSD.”

“PTSD?”

“Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He was in combat back on earth and he saw a lot of death. He watched his friend’s die, and that’s not something you can easily bounce back from.”

Xylion looked down, sadness filling him. Just the knowledge that his fellow crewmembers went through this on a daily basis was saddening. He frowned. “How come you were all sent up here then?”

“Well, Isaac can take pills for his Insomnia and I can take pills for my Anxiety. Freddie also takes pills, and because I have a degree in Psychology I am able to be his therapist, which is the person that can help him through it. And Mason is mostly over his. He occasionally gets nightmares, but he’s mostly gotten over his PTSD. He’ll never be completely over it, but he can function without having an episode on a normal day-to-day basis. Sometimes it hits him, and it’s only happened once since we joined your crew.”

Xylion sighed. He gently put a tentacle on her shoulder and wrapped it around her, pulling her to him. “I’m so sorry you all have to deal with this. If I could help you, know I would.”

When human Jenny pulled back, her face was red. She nodded quickly. “Yeah, whatever you say, Xylion.”

Xylion smiled down at her. He realized something that day.

While they looked weak, humans were always fighting a war. They were always battling the inner problems. Even fi they looked fine, a human wasn’t always as happy as they seemed. He’d take that lesson to his grave.


So what’d you think?

I did my best to write this part, because it is a huge part of our society. Anyways, if you want to learn more about different mental issues, then click here. I did my best looking up each one that I used and tried to portray it as closely as possible. Sorry if I didn’t do that good of a job.

Anyways, if you ever feel like you need some help with something, know I could be there to help you.

And I hope you enjoyed this, Anon! It took me a bit to write this and research it, but I think it was worth it!

It was especially long because my dad kept through those little poppers at my brother and my sister keeps showing me those anime crack videos, but who cares, I’ve written in worse environments, I think.

And goodbye! See you in the next Humans are Weird post.

A Little Light

Disclaimer: This isn’t a request, but an idea that came to me a while ago, and I felt I needed to complete it. Fighting and fluffy smut ensues, enjoy 💙

It’s a silence that takes shape around you like a fog, thick and unforgiving. It causes you to think, your mind utterly wild and roiling like a tsunami tide. “This is it Y/n. I can feel it.” Bill never says the same thing twice but every single time it’s a variation of the same sentence.

You’d been to fertility clinics all over the country and it was always the exact same story: “I am incredibly sorry to tell you this,” The doctors sullen voice cuts through the stillness like a shrill bell. “But it is virtually impossible for you to conceive children.” Bill squeezes your hand under the mahogany table like a vice grip, as if his strength will lend itself to your irreparable uterus and the next day a baby will be found there. You watch, bleary-eyed as the doctor leans back in his leather chair, pushing his wire rimmed glasses farther up the bridge if his nose. “There are other options…” He drones on, over and over, a broken record playing in the background of your mind like a dismal soundtrack.

You think you’re all cried out until you’re stopped at a red light and Bill turns to you to say, “He’s right love, there are other options.” You knew there were; you weren’t blind to the notion that there were plenty of adoptable children, plenty of women willing to home your baby in their belly for nine months… you just couldn’t comprehend the fact that you couldn’t give Bill the one thing he had pined for from the moment you said I do. They are silent, wracking tears. Rivers of saltwater cascading down your face and before you know it, your nose is running without pause, you can’t breathe and you’re hyperventilating. Bill is silent, he’s been down this road time and time again and he’s been turned away at the chance of being a father too many times to count. The anguish in that revelation itself is visceral.

When you have composed yourself enough that you can halfheartedly get a breath of air in, you simply say that you’re sorry.

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Lights On

Anonymous asked: can you do an first meet encounter? it can end however you’d like!

A/N: I kinda combined this with the one where someone requested more smut?? Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving)

Originally posted by justcuchu

The cool summer nights were one of your favorite things about life at the moment. You made it a habit to come to this park and sit on the swing, sketching a picture out in the dim lighting of the moon. 

It calmed you, being able to watch people as dusk fell over the park and they began packing their things to go home. Soon enough, you were alone in the park and added shading to a drawing of the worn down park bench across from you that you had started a couple days ago. 

The chains that held the swing up creaked while your legs pushed your body back and forth, swaying softly with the wind. 

You heard rushed footsteps, causing you to slam your sketchbook closed and turn your attention to the sidewalk in front of you. 

Your heart was in your throat, suddenly aware of the creepy situation ahead of you. 

The footsteps walked in front of you, tripping over the raised concrete on the sidewalk. You held back a giggle, immediately stepping off the swing set and rushing to the person. 

“Are you okay?” You said, putting your hand on the stranger’s arm while they groaned in pain. 

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Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)

Welcome to the story! I am honestly so excited to share this one with you. Winteriron is my FAVORITE, and even though this story will be sad and hard to read in some spots, I hope you all love it like I do.

Check out additional Chapters HERE

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged the post yesterday, but if you would like to be taken off the list please just let me know. If you would like to be tagged in updates, just like or reblog for me!

Enjoy :)
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Prologue
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“Hey, Tony can I–”

“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

“Let me hel–”

“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”

Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”

“I was hoping you would–”

“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
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“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Tony. It’s not a problem.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”

“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”

“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.

“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.

He hated when they fought.

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You could shut up, Mr.Stark. -Peter Parker

A/N: Daaaang son I had so much fun writing this that I didn’t even look at the word count. AndI got several characters in this one. I’ll be updating a request soon. Enjoy!

You were both sitting at the table having lunch. Peter was right next to you, his hand on your thigh. Mj and Ned were in front of you having a heated discussion about something you couldn’t quite follow.
“You’re so quiet.”,Peter interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to him. He was slightly smiling and leaned in to give you a peck on your lips.
“Am I?”,you said and pushed your shoulders back to seem more present.
“Everything alright?”,he asked again but before he could answer MJ interrupted you two.

“Y/N tell him that Cap is still one of the best. Even if he is on the other team. I mean he looks hot that’s a bonus.”, she said and they both looked at you.

“Why are there teams in the first place?”,you said and were annoyed by the fact that you let out the thought that was troubling you.
“That - was not an answer to my question?”,she said in response and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah he is a good hero. He fights for his values which is to save anyone he can. And he is good looking.”, you said and she looked over to Ned and raised her brows triumphantly.
You pushed your tablet away and sighed.
You put your elbows on the table and your face into your palms.

“Hey. Is there anything you want to talk about?”, Peter asked finally and you sighed again.
“I just can’t wrap my head around this.”,you said and let your fingers slide into your hair.
“Around what?”, he asked and pulled his hand away.
You sat back up and let your hands fall into your lap and looked him into his eyes. A beautiful dark brown, kind like his soul. His hair, consisting of brown locks. A streak always escaping the bunch on his head and falling into his beautiful face.

“You got hurt last time. And it bothers me that it didn’t happen while fighting against the bad guys to save someone. It just happened because two people have different opinions on how to be a hero.”, you finally told him and now it was his time to sigh.
“We talked about this and I explained to you that…”,he started but you interrupten him.
“I know!”,you sighed and stuck your hair behind your ear.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with it. It seems like you don’t belong in their fight. You’re a senior now. A teenager about to graduate highschool. What if something happens on another fight? What if you get hurt really bad?”, you said and pulled away from him  unconsciously.

“Hey come on.”, he said panick rising in his eyes and took your hand into his.
“I’ll heal. Even if I get hurt. I’ll survive. My body works different now.”, he said and gave you a shaky smile.
“You’re not immortal, Peter.”, you said and pulled your hand back and picked up your backpack.
“I’ll see you guys in class. I’ve got this thing…to do.”,you apologized and got up from your seat.
“Y/N?”, Peter said but you ignored that. You gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.
“I need some time alone.”,you whispered only for him to hear before you left the cafeteria.

***

You were walking on the streets with your headphones plugged in blasting music. Your hands were in your pockets and you were silently humming the tune when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey!”,said the voice behind you and you knew who it was immediatly even though it was a little muffled. You looked over your shoulder while pulling one earphone out and sighed immediatly seeing a red and blue suit.
“Really Peter?”,you sighed and he shushed you right away.
“Shush. You can’t say that.”,he said while walking along with you and you rolled your eyes.
“But I can go on a walk with Spiderman. The one and only.”, you said sarcastically and looked at him. His mask always irritated you. There was no melty brown to look at, only white.
“The friendly neighbourhood Spiderman on a walk with a passant. It sounds good to me.”,he joked but you shook your head.
“A passant? That’s what I am now?”,you said and he was about to protest when he got interrupted.
“Hey! Spiderman! Can you really do a flip?”, some guy yelled from the other side of the street and a few other people started to cheer. You knew he wouldn’t decline because Peter was a kind soul. You kept walking while he entertaint the crowd because you didn’t want to slip into the attention. There would be videos taken for sure. It’s the 21st century.

He catched up to you in seconds and took your hand.
“I really want to talk to you, Y/N. I don’t want this to come between us. You are really important to me. You need to know that.”,he said and you turned into a narrow alley to have more privacy.
You leaned against the wall an took a deep breath while he stood in front of you.
“I know that Peter. I care for you too but what you do right now just seems wrong to me. Very wrong. Do you even know the whole story?”,you asked and looked everywhere but his face.
“Of course. Mr.Stark told me.”,he insisted and you sighed.
“That’s one side. There are always two sides to a story Peter. Keep that in mind.”,you said and whished that he could take off his mask so you could look into his eyes to convince him. To read his emotions.

He opened his mouth to say something when his phone rang. He closed his mouth again and took his phone out of his pocket.
“Hello? Yes. Now?…No, of course not. No, yeah sure. I’ll be there in five.”,he said totally startled and hung up. He looked at you after hanging up and you could see his apologetic look on his face even through the mask.
“I have to go. I’m so sorry.”,he said and pulled his mask up to his nose and laid his palm against your cheek.
He placed his lips on yours and gave you a sincere kiss before pulling apart.
“But..”,you started but he cut you off.
“I really need to go. Mr.Stark said it was urgent.”, he explained and shot his web at the roof of the building and held on to it ready to swing.
“Yeah. Mr.Stark.”,you hissed under your breath and turned away from him.
“Y/N please…”

“Just go Spiderman. Be the hero you chose to be.”,you said and plugged your headphones back in and walked out of the narrow alley on to the mainstreet without waiting for him to swing off. You walked towards your destination which was your home and soon enough you saw Spiderman swing above you to his own destination.

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Peter didn’t show up for three days. No calls, no messages, nothing. You were really worried about him so you jumped over your own shadow and called him. When he didn’t pick up you left voice messages telling him that you were really worried. You even went to the stark tower but there was no one to be found.
It was sunday night. You were sitting on your bed scrolling through the internet trying to find any headlines about the superheros. But all you could find was a pic from you and Peter as Spiderman in the alley kissing. You groaned and opened the article.
“Spiderman has found Spiderwoman?”, read the headline and you rolled your eyes.
“Dammit.”,you cursed under your breath finding more articles about you two. This was one of the things Tony helped to take down before anyone could really get a hint of it. But you couldn’t reach him either. Dead ends everywhere. You shut down your computer and placed it on the floor. You groaned again and put your face into your palms trying to think of a solution.

Right about then you heared a knock on your window and jumped up. Your heart was beating faster and you tried to see who it was from your bed before getting up. Was it a paparazzi already? As you recognized the red and blue suit you jumped up and opened your window. He literally fell into your arms and you pulled him into your room. His suit was shredded into pieces as was his mask. Dried blood was smeared all over his body and you could see bruises here and there where his suit wasn’t covering him anymore.
You pulled him on to your bed and he let himself fall immediatly letting out a painfull groan.

“What - the - hell - happned?”,you hissed at him and were hovering over him to examine his wounds.
“I’m fine. I’ll heal. I couldn’t show up like this at Aunt May’s. Give me five seconds.”,he said out of breath and you stood up straight and put your hands on your hips.
“This was Tony wasn’t it?”,you said and you were getting more livid with every second.
“No, Y/N! That’s not it!”,he said slightly panicking and wanted to sit up but the pain let him fall back down into the sheets groaning.

“Don’t fuck with me Parker!”,you growled and took your jacket and stormed out of your room. You just ignored his cries and slammed the door shut.
Arriving at Tonys place you were absolutely furious. You stormed in as soon as the door opened and met Black Widow and Vision.
“Don’t.”,you warned them,“Get out of my way.”,you added while walking past them.
“Oh oh. Tony is in trouble.”,you heared Black Widow say and rushed in to the living room.
“Tony!”,you yelled and looked for him.

“Tony!?”,you yelled louder, more angry this time and looked around. You saw a vase on the shelf and grabbed it.

“TONY!”, you exclaimed furiously and he appeared at the staircase.
“What’s goi-…?”
You didn’t even hear what he was saying. As soon as you saw him you threw the vase into his direction. Him being Iron Man he ducked down and the vase crashed against the wall behind him. He looked up with wide eyes and his mouth slightly ajar.
“What the-…”,he started but you cut him off again.

“Are you even aware of the fact that Peter is still a fucking teenager, you selfish bastard?!”,you yelled at him and now you had an audience watching you.
“I think it’s best to not intervene. My calculations show that it is not favorable to be on the bad side of Y/N.”,you could hear Vision say in the background.
“You don’t say.”, Tony said rolling his eyes and he threw his hands into the air and came slowly down the stairs.
“I know he got hurt bad this time. And I’m sorry. But no one said that it was easy to be an Avenger.”, he said and that made you even more livid.

“You didn’t even let him be in the Avengers! Which by the way is good because there are no Avengers! It’s just a name, an empty promise. You guys split up over a stupid desicion. And now your dragging Peter into this!”, you growled and he stood where he was his hands still up in the air.
“I’m no superhero Stark, but if you hurt Peter one more time I’m coming for you.”,you said and rushed past him.
“I’m sorry Y/N!”, he said and you stopped walking. You formed your hands into fists and tried to controll your anger. Tears were now building up in your eyes and you were shaking.

“He was perfectly fine as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.”, you said and closed your eyes.
“I can’t loose him. Please don’t make me loose him Tony.”,you said, your voice chocked up because of the tears running down your cheeks.
“Y/N…”,you heared Tony say but you didn’t listen and walked away.
“If one of you guys follow me I will call the cops  and you’ll have to deal with them.”,you threatened them before you left the tower.
On your way home you were crying miserably. Peter had blown off your phone with messages and calls but you ignored all of them walking aimlessly through the streets of new york. You didn’t want to go home where you’d have to meet Peter. You needed to calm down first. You took a short cut you discovered a few weeks ago because it was getting colder with any minute. You wiped your tears away with your sleeve and snuffled because your nose was runny from all that crying.
You didn’t recognize the footsteps behind you until they were right behind you. Suddenly an arm wrapped aggressivly around your throat and a second hand was pressed against your mouth. Adrenaline rushed through your veins and you tried to scream and threw punches and kicked aimlessly but the cloth in his hand muffled your voice and made you dizzy immediatly. Soon enough your knees gave in and your sight went dark.

***

“Y/N?”

Your head was pounding. You felt cold stones under your body. Wetness. Where were you?

“Y/N!”

You were freezing. Your whole body was stiff and when you attempted to move your head pain shot through your nerves. You shreeked in pain and felt dizzy again. What happened?

“Y/N?”,the voice was now right next to you. “Baby, wake up. Please.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t open your eyes. You had difficulties breathing. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around you and lift you up bridal style. You groaned in pain and everything was dark again.

***

Peter bombarded you with calls and messages when you left but you didn’t answer any of them. An hour later Peter got a text and he thought it was from you until he unlocked his screen. An anonymus number.

“Shouldn’t have revealed her, Spider-boy.”

Peter shot up immediatly. He had many enemies and this was obviously a threat.
He took out his phone and called Tony.

“Yes Spiderling, Y/N was here and scolded me into the ground.”,Tony said after picking up and Peter thought his heart stopped.
“Was?!”,he yelled and jumped up from your bed, not feeling any pain anymore because of the adrenaline rush.
“She’s in danger Tony. I have to find her!”, he said before hanging up and rushing out of the window into the night.

He found you by the tracking system in your phone. You were lying unconcoius on the floor in a narrow alley. He saw blood, your blood, splattered all over the floor. Bruises were covering your skin and there were lacerations on your face and limbs. You called out for her but she didn’t move. As you picked her up to bring her to Tony she groaned and her body got all baggy.

“Nonononono.”,he repeated under his breath and he was starting to panick.“
“It’s going to be alright Y/N. You’re fine. Just bare with me.”, he said more to himself while he swung over the roofs.
Arriving at Tonys he rushed in there and yelled for anyone.
“Mr.Stark? Vision? Natasha? Rhodey? Anyone! Please!”,Peter yelled and his vision got blurry while tears were building up in his eyes. While he walked into the living room Tony walked out and his eyes widened when he saw the two kids.

“What happened?”, he said and took you out of Peters arms and laid you down on to the couch.
Peter was shaking and still in shock and couldn’t move, his eyes on you.
“Hey!”,Tony said and snapped his fingers infront of his face.
“I need you here Parker. Pull yourself together. What happened?”,Tony snapped him out of his state of trance and grabbed your wrist to check for your pulse. After that he leaned down to check for your breathing.
“They snapped a pic of me kissing her as spiderman. I got a message after fighting with her. Someone threatened her. Someone I fucked with did this to her! I did this.”,Peter growled now and formed his hands into fists.

“I took those down. They think it was photoshop!”,Tony said and furrowed his brows. Meanwhile Peter was getting more furious with every secon. He would kill those who did this to you. He would rip them apart.

“Instant kill activated.”,Karens voice echoed through the room and Tony shot Peter a concerned glare.

“Okay lover boy. I need you to step back now. You’re drama won’t help her. Vision!”,Tony yelled and pushed Peter back with his hand pressed against his chest.
Vision floated through the wall into the living room and and widend his eyes.
“You need to steady her pulse. It’s really weak. She is barely breathing.”,Tony demanded and went to his medical aid drawer and took out stuff he needed.
“She’ll need a strong pulse before I can take care of the wounds.”,he added while opening the box.
“I want to help. Tell me what I can help with.”,Peter rambled with a dhaking voice and went to Tony.
“You can sit down. That would help.”,Tony said and looked up to the boy he cared for as much as for the girl.

Peter groaned and went over to you and kneeled down next to you. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple and took your saggy hand into his and stroked it with his thumb.
“Hey, sweetheart. Can you hear me? Please hold on. You’re going to be fine.”,Peter said and his voice sounded stronger than he felt while tears were running down his cheeks.
“Mr.Parker I need you to step away.”,Visions voice cut through the air filled with tension and Peter looked up.
“I’ll have to shock her. It would kill you.”,he explained and Peter let go of your hand hesitantly.

Vision leaned down and placed his hands over your chest where your heart was beating. Barely. He closed his eyes and suddenly Peter could see how the stone on his head started glowing. The next thing he saw was energy going threw Vision into Y/N and how you arched your back. You gasped and shut your eyes open and soon enough your bloodcurdling scream echoed through the whole tower.
Suddenly the light was gone and your chest sank back into the couch and your head fell sidways.
“What happened? Is she okay?”,Peter shot up and took your hand into his.
“She is unconcious. Her heart is steady again. My analytics show that her breathing is normal too. She should survive.”,Vision explained and Peter sighed thankfully. “Hopefully.”,he added and Peter shot Vision a concerned look.
“You need to work on your sarcasm Vision.”,Tony said and pushed Peter to the side.
“I’ll handle this from here.”, he said and started taking care of her wounds.

Now this situation was difficult to deal with for Peter and Tony. Peter felt responsible for not following you and keeping you by his side. Tony on the other hand felt responsible as an adult. He was the one supposed to take care of you both. Peter might be a superhero but he was still fifteen, as Y/N made it very clear earlier. You were like a daughter to Tony and even though he didn’t let his emotions slip outside of his heart, he felt devasted. Both of them were in a competition like state when Natasha came in.

“Guys!”,she interrupted both men who were hivering over you to make you feel better.
“Get out. She needs rest. Not people fixing her when they should fix themselves.”,she said with a raised brow and pointed at the door.
“Let her sleep.”,she added and crossed her arms infront of her chest.
“Yes Peter. You too. You can’t help her. She has to heal herself.”,Romanoff now said more gently and walked over to the chouch and sat down.
“I’ll call you guys when she woke up.”

***

When you came to yourself your body felt like someone parked a car above you. Your limbs were heavy, your muscels sore and your throat was burning. You shut your eyes open very carefully and were surprised to find yourself in the Tower. Didn’t you leave after yelling at Tony?
And suddenly the whole event rushed through your brain and you groaned in pain as you remembered the last bit with Vision.
“Hey there fighter.”, you heared a woman say an looked into the direction where the voice was coming from.
“Nat. What happened?”, you said and your voice was raspy and it hurt.
“You fought like a superhero. I guess you’re stonger than us after all.”,she said with a tiny smile and stood up.

“I think I should bring the idiots in. They’re fighting for hours now.”, she said while leaving the room and you pulled yourself up with all the strength you had and sat up. You leaned your elbows on your knees and covered your face with your hands. You felt bandaids on your forehead and groaned. You took your hands off and steadied your feet on the floor and got ready to stand up.
As you pulled yourself up Peter came rushing in and pulled you in a tight hug.
“Sweetheart I am so sorry.”, he said and pulled away a little to put his lips gently on yours.
You were still dizzy so you broke the kiss soon enough and looked into his eyes. You saw regret and pain flooding the melty brown of his eyes and your heart shrunk. You wished that he did not do anything stupid.

“Did he..”,you started and looked over Peters shoulder to Tony.
“I kept him inside. No one was killed.”,Tony answered and you sighed in relief. You put your arms around Peter and let your head rest against his shoulder.
“Thank you.”,you mouthed to Tony and he gave you a little smile and a nodd.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.”,Peter said again and placed a kiss on your temple.

“I’m still angry with you two, you know that, right?”,you said into his shoulder and they both said “Yes.”, at the same time.
“Good. I’m really tired right now but you’ll have to deal with me eventually.”,you added and Peter chuckled lightly.
“I’ll get you home.”, he said and swept you off your feet to carry you bridal style.
“I could get used to this.”,you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your heavy head against his chest.
“Pff. I could fly you home.”,Tony said and you chuckled.
“You could shut up, Mr.Stark.”,Peter said and left everyone in the tower with their mouths ajar.

A/N: Part 2?

Well there we go. The first commission I have asked for Rhea. And I am still so speechless how beautiful this turned out. @kf1n3: thank you for doing this for me. Thank you to already agree on a second one for me. I love your style. And I can’t tell you with any words how much this thing means to me. This is 1000% Rhea, even more than the Rhea in game. You actually “developed” her for me, I described you how I imagined her and she actually turned out way better than I imagined her. *hehe* Please never stop drawing. And for anyone around here: go and follow this lovely sweet being with her more than lovely OCs (I mean really look at the boys!) and if you can afford it commission her. Really. Send her your love. She deserves it so much.

Well and after she sent me the sketch I was that much in love that I even wrote a few lines for the scene. I am no writer at all and no native english speaker, so sorry upfront, this is far away from good. Nevertheless for anyone who might want to know what exactly is shown up there ;)

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Not Like This (Part 2)

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Part 1: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here
Part 5: Here

Sorry for the double tags, guys.  Tumblr was apparently having some technical difficulties.  Its all good now!  Enjoy!
Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 3,633
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: Injuries, blood, scary scenes 
Tag List: @outside-the-government @littlecarowrites @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse  @feelmyroarrrr @trekken81 @lurkch @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens
Author’s note:  SO many people have asked to be added to the tag list for this fic.  I am absolutely flattered.  I’m so glad you guys like it!!  I apologize if I missed anyone in the tag list, please let me know if I forgot your name.  Also, if I have you just in the tag list for this story but you wish to be on my permanent tag list, please let me know!

I hope you all like this part just as much… its actually my favourite part of the story so far.  Enjoy!



          Leonard had gone back to his business after his last projected thoughts, after his soulmate had wished him luck on his exam.  It was going to be a hard one, he was sure, and he nervously chewed on the end of his stylus as he waited for the instructor’s signal.  The exam appeared on the screen of his tablet as his professor indicated that they could begin and he bent over it, meticulously reading each question and answering carefully, his mind completely focused on his task.

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“Broken” (Chapter Nineteen)

This chapter is the sweetest fluffiest thing in the world. Only one more chapter left after this one! 

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“Do you want a shower?” Tony asked sometime later, squeezing at Bucky’s waist lightly. “I don’t know if Clint told you, but I have a fairly impressive bathroom.”

“Clint mentioned the shower.” Bucky said with a smile, but he didn’t lift his head from Tony’s shoulder. “But I’m not— I’m not ready for that. Not ready for more than this. I’m just not. I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Tony ran a thumb over Bucky’s chin, trying to get him to look up, but going back to just holding him when Bucky refused to move. “I’m not asking for more than this. When I said a shower, that’s what I meant. Just a shower. Just you, unless of course you want me to help.” He was teasing, but Bucky still shook his head, so Tony softened his voice again.

“I know you aren’t ready, baby, and that’s fine. I would like you to spend the night with me tonight, just sleep next to me all night, but you don’t have to. Trusting me with this is different than trusting me to share a bed, and that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” The Alpha nodded firmly. “Bucky, this will never be more than you want it to be. If this was a one time thing, it’s fine. If you never want to stay the night with me, it’s fine. I understand.”

“Because you have other Omegas.” Bucky asked, and he hated how insecure he sounded. “It doesn’t matter if this never happens again.”

“No.” Tony laughed, not because he thought it was funny but because that idea was so far off base he couldn’t believe it. “No, Bucky, not because I have other Omegas. What happens between you and I has nothing to do with what I have with Steve or with Clint. Everything about this is fine because I’m going to try and be the Alpha you need, regardless of what that means.”

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Brother, Mine (Loki/Thor x reader)

Requests: Would you do a fic where the reader is good friends with Thor, maybe a part-time avenger, and after the Dark World, (like the Dr. Strange after credit scene) Loki is just kinda messing around Earth in disguise and meets her and falls for her? (oddly this idea reminded me of Megamind) thanks bonnie, hope requests aren’t too overwhelming this time! 

Request open!!! *happy dance* Can I request a funny ThorxReader when the reader has a last name like Coulson, Johnson ect and Thor is confused why it’s not -dottir. And everybody try to explain it doesn’t work like this on Midgard but Thor still doesn’t get it. Thank you for considering it !!

“But it makes little sense to me,” Thor protested with a shake of his head, fueling the chuckles of the group around him, “the surnames used here in Midgard in no way follow the traditional familial standard.  I am son of Odin, therefore I am Thor Odinson.  The men in your realm seem to have lost their regard for this use of honor, as have the females, who should end their surname in dottir in the same manner.  It must be incredibly disrespectful to your families to have lost this practice.”

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Drove All Night

So I was inspired to write this after watching the Voice in which Celine Dion was coaching some singers to perform her version of Drove All Night that’s been redone like a thousand times.

Waverly and Nicole are in a long distance relationship, but Nicole feels like surprising Waverly. If the title didn’t tell you exactly what happened… the below gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think I’ll use it as often as possible

Originally posted by mzhyde48


“Wynonna….” Waverly whined in frustration. “I have to go.” Looking at her wristwatch, she could feel each second that bled away with her sister’s asinine…

“But… you’re the only one that pours my shots the way I like them.” Wynonna gave her a pleading look until she received the snap of a towel to the back of her head. “Hey!”

“Leave your sister alone, Wynonna.” Gus slipped behind the bar, grabbing a few empty pint glasses. “She’s got a date.”

“It’s not a date.” Waverly protested, unable to hide her smile as she untied her apron. “It’s just a call.”

“A pre-scheduled call that happens every Friday.” Gus pointed out as she filled a glass with beer.

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Inktober - Compliment

Enjoy some awkward Winteriron fluff! Mobile readers be wary of the cut. Original prompt list here


Bucky fidgeted as Clint stared him down. Bucky knew this was a bad idea, but at this point he was desperate and didn’t want to mess this whole thing up… Clint tilted his head as he snapped his fingers.

“Compliments!! Give him a lot of compliments! He should get it then!”

Clint motioned to Tony, staring down at his tablet as he entered the kitchen. “Now’s your chance!”

Bucky wandered over, leaning on the counter as Tony rustled through the cabinets. Tony stood on his toes, reaching up towards his box of cereal. Tony swiped the box off the shelf with a cheer.

“You are short.”

Tony bristled, glaring at Bucky. “Yeah, well newsflash bub, I still managed to grab my cereal, so there!”

Tony stomped out of the kitchen. Clint dropped his head on the table.

“We’ll need to work on that.”

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Secret Rendezvous (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Secret Series Part 2! [1] 

Summary: In Germany now, and Peter Parker and Y/N Stark would like to have some fun before the big day. 

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading Secret Daughter; did not expect that many notes on one of my first fics. Hope you enjoy part 2 and I’m working on part 3 to be up in a few days!

Warnings: Make out !!! Sexual content !!! you write smut one time and suddenly you’re hooked

Word Count: 2k+

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Safe or Smothered

Summary: Dean loves his family, there’s no doubt about it. He cares more than is healthy, if anyone was being honest. Of course, this sometimes leads to conflict; especially when it comes to his little sister.

Word Count: 2586

Warnings: swearing, mild gore (its literally just a bullet like if you can’t handle that then how do you watch the show smh)

A/N: hey guys! Sorry if I haven’t been as active lately but my keyboard doesn’t connect to my tablet and stuff:( but I remembered that this was in my drafts, so I decided to edit some of it and then post it. I’m sorry about the inconvenience!!! My keyboard should be fixed soon.




“Damn it, Y/N,” Dean growled as he slammed the motel door shut. “If you’d just listen to me for once then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“He was going to shoot you!” Y/N shouted, wincing as she landed on the leg with a bullet in it. “Do you honestly expect me to stand by while you get shot? I’ve seen you do it for me and Sam, so please, tell me: how is this any different?”

“It just is,” he grumbled, grabbing the first aid kit. “And you know it.”

“Oh, ‘it just is,’ he says,” Y/N called after him. “Good one, De. You should be a lawyer. Listen here, I saved your ass back there, and you’re acting- ah! - you’re acting like I’m dying.” Y/N panted as he dug out the bullet, his stony silence piercing the air.

“Listen,” she continued. “I get you want me to be safe, but there’s a difference between keeping me safe and smothering me.”

“Y/N,” Dean said gruffly as he tied a knot on the bandage. “This is the third hunt in the past month that you’ve gotten shot. I don’t even want to think about all those other times where you could’ve stayed safe if you hadn’t decided to do your own thing-”

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My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 9

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8  - PART 10 - PART 11

a/n: if you enjoy this story please leave a rreply or message saying so! like my main motivation to keep writing is that people like it and I dont know if people like it if no one says so

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb @feminamortem@anditcametopass@dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s@sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26@purple-puddin@audreyfulquard @sharknadoslut @societalfailure@insertamazingwords@megnificent07@roslea[if you wanna be on the list hmu]

Warning: NSFW like for real most of this is smut. enjoy 👉👌👍👍😘😘

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 5,932

who told you love was fleeting?
sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you

I had been silent all morning. From check in with the others in the office to the present as I pulled myself into the train car, I hadn’t spoken a word. I said nothing to Eric, only nodding to acknowledge his orders for me to accompany him to Erudite. Now I stood by the open train door, watching the half decayed city whiz past as I focused on ignoring the man behind me.

“I’m getting flashbacks,"Eric commented, surprising me by how close he actually was with his mouth next to my ear. I jumped, turning around and stepping away.

"Flashbacks to what?” I asked hesitantly, as I watched him move closer.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the last time we were on the train together,” he prompted with a smirk. I could feel my face change with the realization of what he meant, my cheeks burning with blush at the memory as he wore a smug expression. Moving in closer, he boxed me in along the metal sheeting.

“Have you really forgotten the way you moved against me, grinding your hips into mine as I pinned you against the wall,” He continued, letting his hands rest on my waist. I fought to maintain my composure, gnawing on my inner cheek as he moved in, trying to ignore the feeling of butterflies in my stomach that his touch inspired.

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