i feel like i am about to faint

Day Ninety-Two

-I discovered that while I had signed on to pick up a shift that was listed as softlines, I was, in fact, assigned to the fitting room, an area entirely beyond my understanding. Thankfully, the years of theater training that I have amassed have come in handy. I was able to flawless assume the guise of one who knew precisely what they were doing.

-A woman softly shouted, “Don’t you almost kill my baby!” These words themselves were not my main cause for concern, but her nonchalant tone of someone repeating an oft-used line.

-I happened upon a six-sided die, featuring depictions of a satchel, a chalice, a cactus, a sunrise, a character of indeterminate origin, and a large monkey. It is not an item we sell nor was anyone in the store looking for such a relic. I can only assume that those who used this die have completed their occult ritual and decided that they had no further use for it.

-While sorting through returned clothing, a pair of pants was found with incriminating brown stains and an even more incriminating stench. The largest stain was located in the seat of the pants, but this was not the only one. There was a faint trail leading down the left leg, culminating in a large splotch at the cuff, suggesting that whatever had been laid at the start of the path was kicked along downwards in an attempt to get rid of the evidence. While I can only imagine the circumstances this person was facing, I am more interested in why they thought this was the appropriate time to return them.

-A young girl told her unlistening mother that she likes to put Tic Tacs in her butt. I feel that her mother should have cared much more about this than she did.

Hindsight (Part 1)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Hindsight is always 20/20. Sometimes it takes seeing people through someone else’s eyes to see the truth. (Friends into Lovers)

TAGGING IS OPEN -Updated Every Wednesday!


You sit in your favorite yellow armchair that is placed at the perfect angle to give you the best light to read, it was the best reading light in all of Avengers Tower.  You had found your chair in a vintage shop in Brooklyn with Bucky one day and had fallen in love.  You purchased it right away and not wanting to wait for delivery, you forced Bucky to carry your chair with his bionic arm the whole way back to the tower.

Bucky was your best friend, and even though he grumbled the entire way, he couldn’t help but smile at how incredibly happy and in love with the chair you had become.  When the two of you had got close, people assumed you were together, light touches, dinners alone, it all seemed very intimate.  However friendship was all it was, if either of you had feelings it was never mentioned and you fell into a comfortable friendship.

Bucky had been dating Jeanette for over a year and you liked her a lot, she brought Bucky even more out of shell and even helped you convince him to change his all black wardrobe.  Your only fear in their relationship was that you knew she wanted them to live outside the tower.  You didn’t want to lose your best friend, but you knew he deserved happiness and you knew Jeanette made him happy.  So to practice getting ready for him to move out, you stopped trying to spend every moment with him, spending more time with Steve instead.

Steve however, was currently on a mission but due back any minute,  so you were finishing your book while you waited for him.  Bucky and Jeanette had been planning their engagement party all week, so it had been fairly easy to remove yourself from Bucky’s side.  A shadow suddenly blocks your perfect light, breaking your thoughts.  You look up to find Bucky standing over you with a frown.

“You’re avoiding me.”  You roll your eyes at him and return to your book determined not to pay him any attention.

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neighbor!monsta x

author’s note: let’s just blame @wangpuppo for enabling me to write this mess.

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  • the relatively quiet neighbor
  • very self-sufficient, can cook like eggs, bacon, and rice pretty well
  • does his own laundry and usually likes to kick back, watch some tv when he has nothing else to do
  • his friends love to come over and pester him so sometimes he pretends he’s not home
  • will even fall asleep when he’s hiding from minhyuk or jooheon
  • sometimes you forget he lives in the building bc literally no sound comes from that side of the wall
  • well, not always (you found this one out come about a week into your arrival into the complex)
  • so unknown to everyone else’s knowledge except his buds that inhabit the building, hyunwoo’s actually a dance instructor
  • a lot of the time he’ll actually do his routines at home, often having to rearrange furniture and play the dance song and all, and unfortunately, this means making a lot of…. sounds
  • this is the first time you’re experiencing this so you’re actually not sure what to think considering you’ve just moved in next door
  • all you hear is the furniture getting moved about and music starts playing and oh god you hear grunting too
  • you’re actually very sure you heard someone enter his apartment too though you can’t really hear their voices
  • it’s not like you tried to hear it or anything though you admit your neighbor’s extremely attractive you’re seriously not trying to think of what he’s doing and why he’s being so goddamn loud and oh god it’s like the fifth time in a row you hear the next bout of music and grunts and you’re actually a little traumatized
  • for the most part, you try not thinking about it whenever you see him but jesus it’s too hard when you’re grabbing your mail and he comes out looking all sweaty and exhausted and yeah nope abort
  • you do your best to avoid making eye contact with him even if he’s your super attractive neighbor with nice arms and a nice smile :(
  • the only time you’ll ever notice him is if he sees someone (either you or one of the elderly tenants) struggling to carry some things like groceries and he’ll be there in a flash
  • like you were at the entrance with like two boxes stacked from your old place and hyunwoo just appeared and said “oh!! lemme help you with that”
  • and of course you couldn’t really say no bc he’s already taking them from you and already making his way up the stairs since the elevator would be under renovation and he actually makes an effort to chat with you about life and how you like it in the building and even though you feel awkward about remembering that tidbit he apologizes for always dancing so late and probably blasting his music so loud
  • and you’re like “wait what”
  • and he goes “well, yeah i’m sure you’ve noticed the music! i’m a dance instructor so i practice a lot and my friends come by since they dance too so if we’re loud then i apologize-”
  • you’re just like “oh thank god”
  • him: o: “what”
  • you sheepishly admit you thought he was having sex for like five hours straight and he really almost drops your stuff in shock and he cheeks get all beet red and he’s stammering like that isn’t possible
  • and you just laugh, trying to calm him because you’re just grateful he wasn’t banging someone for that long so many times a night
  • and he goes “i assure you i’m very single” and oh dear lord he really actually set the boxes down at your doorway to facepalm
  • and you just wink at him and say, “well, i’m glad. i’ll see you around, hyunwoo! maybe you can teach me a dance or two~”

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Okay, this has needed to be a thing since the dawn of time so im going to make it happen. Hope you like it! Enjoy!

◾️Eddie goes to practice in the rink after hours. (For his first solo in a figure skating competition he was attending next month.) the guy who tends to the rink in the evening is one of Eddie’s best friends, Bill. So it’s fine if Eddie goes down by himself whenever. What Eddie did'nt know, was that Bill had a few other friends who were free to go and practice in the rink at eight to nine oclock at night.

◾️Eddie enters wearing a pair of black leggings and a warm baby blue sweater, carrying his skates in his black shoulder back pack. He waves to Bill who is currently tiding up the desk space.

◾️"hey big bill!“ He says, as he walks up to the counter and places his bag ontop of it.

◾️"oh- uh- hey Eddie.” Bill greets, clearly busy with something behind the counter. “How are you doing?” Eddie asks. “Fine! Im f-fine! Say, A-are you p-p-planning to skate t-today?” Bill asks, looking a big uncomfortable. Eddie tilts his head and nods, wincing at Bill weirdly.

◾️"w-well, there are a-actually a f-few of my friends a-already using t-the r-rink. Im s-sorry Eddie.“ Bill says, apologizing profusely. Eddie almost jaw drops, Bill never has anybody else use the rink on tuesdays. Eddie always comes to the rink on tuesdays! Always!

◾️"oh.. uh.. who might that be, bill? You know i always use the rink on tuesday nights. I mean, its fine. Its not like the rink is mine but.. is it like your brother and his friends? Because if you’re just putting on a late night free skate i should be able to go in too right?” Eddie didnt even realize he was rambling until Georgie’s little head popped up from behind the counter. Bill shook his head slowly, folding his hands up on the desk.

◾️"no, Georgie’s helping me clean up today. I dont think you really want to join the people in the rink right now.“ That last sentence almost made Eddie a bit concerned. Did Bill let in Stan and they were planning some kinky ice sex out there and they were just trying to hide it from eddie or some shit? That was a joke. But if Bill really wasn’t going to let him in he might as well go and see who’s in there. Besides, if he didnt, it would tear at him to know for weeks.

◾️"okay, well obviously you dont want me in there. But im going to go in and see just who you invited on MY practice tuesday.” Eddie blew a raspberry at bill and bill just shook his head and laughed, gesturing to the doors. Eddie proceeded to the changeroom area. (Which was empty.)

◾️he set down his bag on the floor and then made sure he wasn’t about to sit on anything on the seats that lined the wall before he bent down and began to take his boots off and tie his skates. He made sure they were super tight, tucking the long laces into the sides of the skates. (So that he wouldnt trip over them and take a terrible fall.) just as he was finishing up, he suddenly heard a bang and a shout.

◾️"you cocksucking fucker!“ A loud male voice yelled, echoeing through the rink and into the change rooms. Eddie almost had a heart attack it scared him so bad. In his head he almost thought, ‘okay what the fuck.’ Who the fuck did Bill let in to the rink. Now he was really starting to wonder.

◾️Eddie swung his feet off the bench and landed by the door, swiping his back pack with him he skidded out of the changerooms. He knew it definitely wasnt good for his skates but- whatever. He could get them sharpened tomorrow if he really needed to. And as soon as Eddie entered the large room that housed the rink, he almost threw up.

◾️Hockey players? Are you fucking serious? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?

◾️"Come on, Mike! That was fucking easy!” The one guy yells, tossing another slapshot to the net with ease. This time though, the goalie who Eddie presumed was ‘mike’ saved the shot and slid it back to the other player. Eddie recognized the constant shouting as the same obnoxious curse he heard from the changeroom.

◾️Eddie leans over the edge of the rink, watching as the one guy repeatedly tosses the pucks into the net. He scores most of them, but the goalie saves a good few as well. They were really good. Were they in the national league? Or just the small town provincial one? Eddie shook the thoughts from his head, he didnt even want to think about hockey. He had practicing to do, and these guys were hogging the rink.

◾️"You bitch! Would you give me like three seconds! My skate is untied!“ The goalie shouts, as the taller male gives him a moment. “Why is your skate untied?”

“Because i didnt tie it tight enough, because you were in too much of a hurry to get in the damn rink.” The goalie explains. Eddie almost snorts. The goalie was clearly annoyed by the taller player’s excitement.

◾️"hey!“ Eddie yells out across the rink, catching the sudden attention of both hockey players. He expected them to look at him, yeah. But he did not expect the hottest human being he had ever seen in all of his years to tilt his head to the side and stare straight at him. He couldnt see the goalie’s face under his gear. But the other guy? Oh. My. God. Eddie had never seen someone so unexplainably hot. Especially since they were in an ice rink.

An ice rink!

I mean, how hot can it get.?!

◾️"uh,hey? Look we’re trying to practice so if you could just scramble that would be cool-” the goalie starts to shoo Eddie off before mr.Eddie’s dream dude turns to him and shuts him up. The hockey player begins to skate over to Eddie, carelessly leaning his stick against the ice and leaving the Goalie still hanging out in the net. As the guy got closer, Eddie felt his face get hotter.

“how did you get past bill? He only lets us in after hours.” The player states, looking genuinely confused.

◾️"Actually, Bill and i have been friends since fetus form so i come here every tuesday to practice. Its kindof a regular thing. Ive never seen you guys here before.“ Eddie says, a bit of fire in his voice. The hockey player looks a bit taken back, his curly black locks sticking to the sides of his face with sweat.

◾️"wow. Feisty. Yeah we usually hang out here on wednesdays but Mike here-” the player takes a moment to gesture to the goalie, who in return salutes Eddie playfully from the net. “has got stuff going on tomorrow so we had to steal your practice time. Sorry sweetheart.” The boy seemed so sarcastic and full of himself and it made Eddie so angry.

◾️"okay, number one- dont call me that. Number two, can you atleast let me use a section of the rink instead of hogging the whole thing for yourselves? There are only two of you, im sure you could do with half the rink.“ Eddie spits out, leaning forward over into the rink. He slides over a bit to the entrance of the rink. Opening the gate over so the rest of his body is visible and so are his skates.

◾️"yeah, not gonna happen hun. Nice try though, come back later!”

◾️"are you fucking serious? I need to use the rink right now! Just for like.. half an hour. Please, just a half an hour.“ Eddie almost finds himself begging but in a way that still adds a bit of anger to it. You can tell he is pissed.

◾️"i dont know, sweetcheeks. I find it extremely difficult to find the need to share with you.” The taller male jokes, stroking his nonexistent stubble and leaning almost flirtily over the railing.

◾️"Jesus, fuck. It shouldnt be that hard!“ Eddie shouts, angrily.

◾️"thats what she said.” The hockey player snorts. Eddie almost laughs, but rolls his eyes instantly. “Anyways, you are very adorable and i kindof just want to pinch your cheek and kiss you, but i have to practice for i am in the NHL and my goalie needs me.” Eddie can feel his cheeks burning. That second last line was extremely unexpected and Eddie didnt know how to feel about it. Infact, he felt like he should just faint on the spot.

◾️"Also, you happen to look very extremely cute in those yoga pants. Richie tozier, nice to meet you!“ And with that, the hockey player skates off and snatches his stick off the ground continueing with his continueous raging slapshot streak.

◾️"what an asshole.” Eddie grumbles angrily as he takes off his skates a few minutes later. “A really fucking handsome asshole.” Eddie blushes.

◾️And little did Eddie know, a mere fifteen minutes later, Richie and Mike were out saying goodbye to bill when Richie politely asked,

◾️"hey, who was that figureskater who came in a little earlier and shouted at me for a good minute or two?“

◾️"Oh th-that was Eddie. I-im sorry. I u-usually l-l-l-let him practice on tues-tuesdays.” Bill replies. Richie nods and remembers the name.

Eddie. Cute.


All of these Gym Seb videos are making me feel (after I stop fainting and needing to fan myself at the attractive person doing strong things) super bad about myself by comparison, because here I am, a hideous fat blob sat at a desk for 8 hours a day only to go home and be too exhausted to do anything other than cook a lazy dinner and sit on a sofa until sleepy time, so I’m going to put this here for myself and anyone else who needs it:

Getting this fit is literally these people’s jobs.

When actors like Seb or Hemsworth or whoever are gearing up to go be a superhero for a few weeks or months or however long it takes to film this shit, they’re not squeezing in a visit to the gym after a day of systems analysis or teaching basic literacy skills to small children or bagging people’s groceries, they’re… working out for a living.  They don’t have a full day’s worth of admin to plough through before rocking up to the gym and doing a day’s training like you might do.  They don’t have exams they should be revising for.  They’re literally getting up and going to the gym several days a week because it’s their job.  It’s not your job.  So it’s not a fair point of comparison to look at them and feel bad about yourself if you work a desk job, or if your thyroid is fucked, or you’ve got arthritis in your knees, and so you’re too tired or haven’t got enough time to put that much more work in on top of the amount you’re already able to do in order to look like the super people in the movies we enjoy.

We’re all doing our best, and we’re all beautiful.

Action - Tom Holland (English)

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Word Count:  1.450 words

Synopsis: When you went to visit your best friend in the set fo Captain America:Civil War, you didn’t expect he would listen you confessing yours feelings to two of his co-workers.

I saw our best friend running to us as soon as I step into the Civil War’s set with Harrison. Tom Holland was always our friend ever since we were kids and when he reached fame, he made sure we accompanied him in whenever we can. According to him that was the way he wouldn’t let the fame blind him since we were the connection to his old and simple life.

“Hey, guys!” Tom ran to meet us in the entrance of the set.

“Darling, you’re drooling.” Harrison whispered in me ear before go ahead and hug Tom before me.

I made a face to him since he did not let me kick him in a very painful spot and I was soon brought to a tight embrace.

“What took you so long?” Thomas asked and I almost laugh of Harrisson’ desperate face.

“Traffic!” He almost throw the words out of his mouth.

“Liar. He lost his wallet in my hotel and we had to go back and get it when we were almost here.” I said immediately and I admit that it was for revenge for him saying that I was drooling.

Tom shook his head to us but I could still see a smile playing in the corner of his lips.

“It’s okay, guys, come on inside. I have scene to shoot in ten minutes and wanted you to see it.”

My eyes widened almost instantly and I had to hold me back not to jump out of joy. “Which scene? Steve almost crushing you with a container or Tony recruiting you?”

Tom raised an eyebrow to me.

“Nothing about me finding out the spider signal in the web shooters Tony gave me or me beating up Winter Soldier?”

I shrugged while listening Harrison’ laugh.

“You cannot judge a girl for trying.”

Tom laugh of my answer hugging my waist while walking. I felt my cheeks blushing and my heartbeat speeding up to unimaginable levels. I looked over my shoulder and Harrison shot me a wink before follow us. I was sure he knew about my crush on Tom and I didn’t care, he was one of my best friends after all and we didn’t hide secrets. However, I would really thank him if he was discreet about it once I don’t intend to tell Tom about my feelings.

“Hey, boy, there you are!” I heard a voice shouting in our direction and I almost choked with my own saliva. “Look, looks like his little girlfriend finally showed up.”

I blushed even more, but I did not know if it was because the proximity with the boy I liked for almost all my life or it was because I was about to meet one of the actor I admired. When I turned my head to see him I almost fainted when I realised Robert Downey Jr. was with Paul Rudd.

“Hi, you must be Y/N.” Robert hold my hand but he didn’t shake it like I thought he would, he turned it and kissed back of my hand instead.

“Tom talked a lot about you.” Paul commented while doing the same. God, I think I am not feeling well. If this is heaven I don’t want to get back down.

I looked to Tom just to see him grinning down at me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I was sure my smile wouldn’t me bigger.

“Hi again, Harrison.” They said.

“And then? What did we lose?” he asked.

“Not much.” Paul answered while we walked back. “We’re about to film the beginning of the battle in the airport.”

“Y/N, you can keep my chair.” Tom announced not much after we get at the place.

“What about me?” Harrison mumbled.

“Let he be a gentleman with his girl.” Said Robert while doing a bad impression of a teenage girl.

“Don’t you see how cute they are together?” Paul provoked when he say my pink cheeks even with me trying to hide them with my hair.

“I don’t deserve it.” Tom grunted softly.

After we watched of first hand to Tom’s big entrance as Spiderman during the battle, the director give the cast a twenty-minute-break to the crew reorganize the set for the next scene. I stayed in Tom’s chair all the time with Harrison beside me. I intended to spend all the twenty minutes right there not bothering anyone even if inside I was dying to meet everyone.

When I saw Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen approaching I was sure I would hyperventilate.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” asked Sacrlett.

“Y-yes.” I almost face palmed my own face for stutter.

“You’re really adorable.” Elizabeth commented, smiling softly to me.

I looked to where Harrison was supposed to be right beside me, but I found him foots away already.


I got up trying not to freak out completely. “It’s a huge pleasure to meet you.”

“Tom said you would like to meet us.” Said Scarlett.

“I absolutely adore Black Widow and Scarlet Witch and I don’t I would be able to choose better actress to the roles.” I ended up talking before even realise the words coming out of my mouth. “Sorry.” I blushed out of embarrassment.

Elizabeth laugh which relaxed my nerves a little bit.

“It’s okay, it’s good to know the sincere opinion of fans.”

I smiled as well, still a little taken aback.

“Come on, we will show you around.”

I walked with them and them treated me like I was already one of them.

“And who is you favourite hero? I mean, a male one.” Scarlett asked.

“Iron Man, without any doubt. He’s sarcastic and a genius, he didn’t need nothing abnormal happening to him to have powers, it was all work of his mind.”

They seemed impressed with my answer.

“And why not Spiderman?” Elizabeth asked genuinely curious.

“I never really liked Spiderman, not with Tommy talking about him all the time in my ear and arguing with Harrison which one was better, Spiderman or Batman.” They laughed about this. “I ended up looking more about Spiderman after Tom was scaled to the role so that way I would accompany him. Now I like the character a little bit, but not as much as I like the others.”

“Tommy, huh?!” Elizabeth joked.

“You looked about a hero you hated just because your friend was scaled?!” Scarlett has a playful voice tone and I became flustered when I saw her looking at me with a mischievous smirk. “Oh My God, you like him!”

“Wh-what?! No! Not really!” I tried to disguise my lie, but I knew they didn’t buy it.

“Don’t worry. Chris, Sebastian, Robert and Paul are talking to him right now.” Said Elizabeth. “And we are women, we recognize this look in love when we see one.”

I blushed even more and felt like suffocating. In the end, I felt as if I could tell them. Harrison already knew and it’s not like I can disguise anything when I am near Tom.

“Alright, I admit.” I grumbled. “I’m in love with Tom.”

You what?!

My eyes widened when I recognized the Britain accent. I almost didn’t took notice in Elizabeth and Scarlett’s expression, I just turned around to see a surprised Tom. I was determined to do anything not to ruin our friendship.

“Tom, look, I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t want to…”

I didn’t have time to finish my sentence. His soft lips collided with my own and I knew my heart made a stop for just one second before beating in an impressive speed. I kissed him back holding the Spiderman’s suit in the waist to pull him closer to me while he had one hand in the back of my neck and the other in my low back. The kiss was incredible, much more than I had ever imagined. It was caring and intense, as if he was trying to enjoy each second. When we finally pulled away, Tom had to hold me by the waist so I would not fall since my knees wouldn’t hold me up.

“What… What was that for?” I asked after stutter a few times.

“Something I wanted to do since we were fourteen.” He muttered against my lips. “I needed the guys opening my eyes about losing my opportunity and came here to tell you that.”

“And you walked into me confessing being in love with you”. I worked the puzzle, now smiling against his swollen lips.

“These words sounds better each time you repeat them.” That was everything he said before kissing me again.

This time I didn’t lose not even one second to return the kiss in the same intensity.

Walls Built- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 6 of Alone Together)

A/N: I know I said that this would be up some time last night and I swear I had it ready to go. But then, I was doing my last reread and decided to go in a different direction. I think this one is better, albeit much more sad. This chapter also hit a bit too close to home as I wrote a lot of what I’ve been feeling lately into this. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and I promise that it won’t be sad forever! Things will start to look up soon! (Hopefully (: )

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) 

Originally posted by freakystuffinhere

As you walked into Potions, you shivered with a groan. Another day you forgot your jumper. You actually had it too, but Lily was rushing you so much that you forgot it on your bed. Now you’d have to suffer through the cold lesson and Remus’ teasing.

“Morning Y/N.” Remus smiled as he sat down next to you. His arm reached out and ruffled your hair slightly, then set a delicious looking pumpkin pasty in front of you. He looked surprisingly pleasant and chipper this morning; you thought he’d be more fatigued as the full moon passed just four days prior. It usually took Remus a full week to get back to his usual self, and you looked at him curiously.

“What are you up to?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

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The Baseborn Princess and the Aesir Prince

TITLE: The Baseborn Princess and the Aesir Prince


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a bastard daughter of a king of a far-off realm, the product of his drunken loneliness at battle. His guilt of cheating on his wife drove him to send you to live on Midgard, but due to the fact that his other children (and his wife) adore you, you’re often invited to visit.

RATING: Teen and Up

Sika exited the bedroom to his surprised family, startled to see Loki standing close to them. He looked behind him into the room where Loki had been a few moments before only to see it was empty. He looked to Loki again, who was grinning slyly.

‘Father?’ Eoin looked to his father concerned.

Sika, is everything alright?’ Lydia asked.

‘I need you all to leave for a few minutes.’ Sika declared. The family look amongst themselves, Clodagh was the first to head for the door. ‘I need to speak with you.’ She did not even turn to see who Sika was speaking to, never thinking he could be referencing her. ‘Clodagh.’

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Good Girl Ch 45:While They’re Away(M)

The last couple chapters have a lot of jumping through time!

A Month Later

“Stop pouting,” Jiyong flicks me in the head.

I glare and swat at him, “Keep your hands on the wheel.”

He chuckles, “I know you are upset but think about it, only a few more days until they come back.”

“True,” I sigh, “You need to stop being so amazing.”

“What did I do now to make you realize my greatness?”

“You confess to me every Tuesday yet at the same time you stand up for them and constantly reassure me of their love, it can be a bit confusing.”

He nods, “I guess, I do what I know will make you happy.”

“You confessing doesn’t make me happy, it makes me feel guilty.”

“I don’t want to make you feel that way but I’m doing what I know is best for you.”

I scoff at him, “What is best for me?”

“Yes,” He says with a smug smile, “I believe I am best for you.”

“Can we stop talking about this?”

“Of course my love.”

I sigh but say nothing more, I just stare out the window at the trees flying by, only the faint shapes can be made out in the darkness on the other side of the window. We stay silent for a while, the drive feels like it’s taking longer than usual and I know it’s because he’s actually obeying the speed limit for once.

“Who do you miss the most?” He wonders.

“All of them, I miss all of them the same.”

He scoffs, “Don’t pull that bull shit on me, I know there is one you love more.”

I glare at him but can’t deny the sudden lump in my throat, “Tell than if you seem to already know.”

“Xiumin.” I open my mouth to respond but nothing would come out, no excuses or lies, I couldn’t get anything out. Jiyong chuckles and pats my head, “I wasn’t asking you a question, I know. You make it obvious when you see him. If it’s your choice he is who you run to first unless someone else pops up and gets in the way.”

I just stare down at my hands feeling strangely guilty for my feelings. I don’t notice that we were at the house until Jiyong puts the car and park and opens my car door for me. The summer night is chilly so I wrap my arms around myself. The front door busts open to reveal my five youngest daddies and Baekhyun who was left behind so Chen could go on whatever mission the older five had to go on. Sehun basically tackles me to the ground, wrapping himself around me protectively so he takes most of the impact.

“I missed you!” Sehun whines with his have face tucked into my neck.

I chuckle and hug the silly man tight, “I missed you too daddy.”

“I’ll be taking my leave than,” Jiyong gives them a forced smile. “See you next Tuesday.”

“Bye Oppa!” I wave to him as I’m basically dragged inside. I barely see a genuine smile spread across his face as he blows me a kiss. The words I know he’s saying run threw my head, ‘Bye my love’.

“You were gone for way too long!” Baekhyun greets me next with a hug and a kiss.

“I came back earlier than usual,” I snicker. “Jiyong oppa got tired of my pouting and figured being with you guys would make me feel better.”

“And?” Kyungsoo wonders.

I smile, “I feel better.”

“Do you really miss the others that much?” Chanyeol wonders.

“Of course I miss them!”

“Baby you are making me jealous,” Tao pouts coming forward to greet me. “I’m starting to wish I had gone too so you would be constantly worried and thinking about me.”

I laugh, “No you don’t, than I wouldn’t be able to do this,” I go up on my tip toes and give him a peck on the lips.

“True,” His arms wrap around my waist so he can pull me close.

“Don’t get too close,” Chanyeol warns worming his way in between me and the other giant. “As I remember, it isn’t your night tonight.”

“That’s right, it’s me,” Kai buds in.

“I’m not excited for the hyungs to come back,” Sehun whines. “I can barely get your attention with only six of us, I don’t want to go back to having you every two weeks.”

“I know daddy I’m sorry that we won’t be able to spend as much time together,” I peck the youngest on the cheek.

He half heartedly glares at me, “But.”

“But I am excited to have them home. I really missed them. It just feels weird not having them here, like there is something missing, or a few somethings.” An apologetic smile appears on my face briefly.

There is a moment of silence before Kai speaks up, “Are we really not enough for you?” It’s a heavy question that I wasn’t expecting though I can imagine how long they’ve wanted to ask it. I open mouth but no words come out, why can’t I speak today, all of these questions are being thrown at me that I would think I could answer. But now with the six of them staring at me expectantly I can’t find my voice. There is a surprising amount of anger in not just Kai’s eyes but a few others at the amount of time it takes for me to think of an answer. “Would you really not be satisfied with six of us? You need all twelve?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Soo mumbles before turning on his heel walking away, Kai huffs and follows, Tao does the same.

“Stupid kid,” Baekhyun mumbles. “The sooner he realizes that the better.”

“Realizes what?” I wonder once I’m able to swallow the lump in my throat. Guilt is swallowing me up, I should just answered the question instead of letting them make up an answer on their own.

“Nothing baby,” Chanyeol pats me on the head before walking away as well. With the happy welcome party dissipated I excuse myself to wallow alone in my room against Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s whishes and Sehun’s whining but I can tell they feel the same way as Kai even though they won’t admit it out loud. It’s 10:30 when I’m done showering and find myself standing in the middle of my room feeling like an idiot. It’s Kai’s night yet he hasn’t come looking for me, in fact none of them have. I don’t know whether them giving me some space is a good thing or a bad thing. But the fact that no matter how much I usually beg and whine they never give me space they aren’t mad enough that they would have me sleep alone are they?

I feel stupid when tears threaten to fall down my cheeks at such a small thing, but I don’t want to be alone. After being here so long I can’t handle being alone again.  I’m playing with the hem of Luhan’s t-shirt, mindlessly trying to find comfort in the deer man’s clothes, when suddenly my computer starts ringing. Confused I wander over where it is sitting on my bed and answer the Facetime call. There is a brief pause before Suho’s face fills the screen.

“Daddy!” I cry, I’m actually crying tears of joy just from seeing his face, god what a girl I’ve become.

“Hello my precious baby!” He coos into the phone, “I’ve missed seeing your sweet face!”

“I miss you too Daddy, so much! Why have you been gone so long? Why haven’t you been able to call? It’s been two weeks! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? Are you okay? Is everyone okay? Where are they? Answer me!” I’m a crying mess at this point, fat tears are rolling down my cheeks and I’m sniffling, trying to avoid having snot involved in the picture.

He chuckles, “Baby calm down, please take a deep breath and stop crying, you know I don’t like you crying.” I follow his command and sit down on the bed, taking deep breaths as I do to calm the erratic beating of my heart. After a minute he smiles softly, “Better?”

I nod, “Better, but tell me what is going on, what is going on?”

“I can’t tell you much, or anything really other than that we are still coming home in two days and also that we are all fine. We haven’t been able to call because of where we were staying. Technically we are still supposed to be wary of who we call but I couldn’t help myself, I needed something other than a picture of you.”

“Are you sure you are okay?” I repeat.

“We are all completely fine,” He reassures me, allowing me to let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “But what about you baby? I hear there was an issue.”

I sigh, “Yea Kai got mad at me and everyone else kind of followed, Baek, Yeolie, and Sehunnie wouldn’t admit it but I can tell.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t think our being gone would cause such a fuss.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I would throw a fit!”

“I’m very happy to hear that. I’m also incurably happy to hear your sweet voice again, you have no idea how much I’ve missed your voice, your face, your needy moans.”

I blush, I actually blush at his words, “Daddy!”

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” He is blushing too. “But I should be honest, my call isn’t that innocent. I was wondering if there is any possible way we could break Hyung’s rule just for tonight and we could um, have, um, phone sex?”

My face is crimson now, I’ve never considered having phone sex before but I’ve heard reviews from Jihyo and they were always positive. With lip firmly pinched between my teeth I nod slowly.

A large grin spreads across his face, “Thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if you had said no. I’ve been aching since I got the thought of doing this at dinner.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit meekly.

“It’s okay Baby, I’ll talk you threw it. Have you ever touched yourself before?”

I just nod.

“It’s just like that but just imagine it’s me touching you, sliding my hands up your perfect thighs, gripping them a little harder as I go higher.” I set computer aside and with shaky hands follow his orders. My hands travel up my bare legs, my small hands not doing as much as Suho’s but there is still a nice tingle in the pit of my stomach. “I skim the edge of your underwear for only a second before going up to your hips and up your stomach.” For a brief second I consider ignoring his narrative and jumping right into it but he notices the stilling of my hands on the waistline of my panties. “No, no, baby, not yet. Listen to me.”

“But Daddy,” I whine.

“We just got started and you are already whining? And I thought I wouldn’t last long,” He chuckles warmly. “Now baby listen to me. My hands move up a little more to cup your breasts over the t-shirt, you aren’t wearing a bra so just one little swipe of my thumbs over your nipples has them hard basically begging to be played with.  I’m gentle at first, just rubbing and massaging how you like it,” He pauses to moan, want to watch his face contorting with pleasure but I keep my eyes closed so I won’t be embarrassed. I let out a few of my own moans, enjoying my own handy work. “How does it feel baby?” He rasps out.

“It feels so good,” I say threw a few deep breaths. I clench my thighs together to try and ease the aching between them with no luck. I must have been too focused on Suho’s words and my own hands not to notice the door opening an closing. Without my knowledge someone sneaks up under my blanket and decides to take care of the aching for me. I nearly scream when my legs are forced apart but that is quickly covered with a moan when someone licks my clothed core. “Oh my god!”

“What happened?” Suho questions, obviously a bit dazed from his own hands work. “Did you disobey me baby?”

“No,” I whine as whoever is under the covers continues their kitten licks, eventually moving the fabric to the side to reach my soaked core. “Daddy, someone.”

“Don’t worry baby,” Kai peeks up at me from under the covers with a mischievous grin on his face, “It’s just me.”

“Kai?” Suho growls.

“Hey Hyung, aren’t you supposed to be on a black sight? No calling remember?” The younger raises his brow.

“Can’t you see we are in the middle of something?”

“I can but since you are breaking one rule, do you really think you should be breaking another? How would Xiumin hyung react to that?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Suho growls.

“Fine I won’t, but that means you need to hang up,” Kai reaches for the computer to close it but Suho’s complaining stops him.

“Don’t, I’m so fucking close and I just need to get off. Just give me two minutes to just look at her or listen to her.”

Kai sucks on his teeth for a minute, considering his hyung’s begging before grinning, “Okay Hyung I’ll let you have a little something.”


“Yea, you can watch.”

I stare at Kai with wide eyes, “What?”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” Kai kisses me. “Just let me do everything.”

“But, but, daddy Suho-“ I look to the older for help but the red hue of his cheeks tells me he doesn’t have a problem with it. Kai places a few more kisses along my jaw line and down my neck and soon I’m enjoying it too much to complain. He begins rubbing his hard on against me and I actually find myself forgetting that Suho is just watching us. The moment Kai sheds his clothes and pushes himself inside me I forget my own name. Only one word is in my mind, pushing desperately out of my lips, “Daddy.”

Both men let out a deep groan. Kai is hunched over me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, I can’t get myself to look over at Suho but I can hear him heaving. With my eyes closed I can imagine him, hand gripped tightly around his cock, pumping slowly. The thought does more to me than it should, the knot in my tummy suddenly is a lot more tighter than before and I can tell I won’t last much longer. My legs snake around Kai’s waist, pulling the tan man closer, my nails are digging into his backs.

Kai chuckles, “My little kitten has claws.”

“Keep the dirty talking to a minimum, you are ruining my fantasy and I’m close,” Suho growls.

“Did you hear him baby? He says he’s close but I think he’s going to need you to cum for him to finish, should we let Hyung cum?” Kai says with a wicked smirk.

I nod eagerly, “Please!”

“I don’t know,” He suddenly slows his animalistic pace to slow torturing thrusts. “That doesn’t seem too fun.”

Suho groans, “The sooner you let her come the sooner I’ll get out of your hair.”

Kai chuckles, “I guess that’s a good enough reason. Are you ready baby?”

I nod.

He leans back down and quickly begins to pick up his pace, pounding into me like no tomorrow until I moaning out, both men follow quickly after. Kai collapses on top of me for a moment before grinning at the camera.

“Hope you enjoyed,” With that he slammed the computer closed before burrowing his face back into my neck. We lay there for a long time and even though I’m exhasued I can’t get myself to fall asleep because I feel like Kai wants to say something. I make myself wait for him to speak, which feels like forever before he says, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s fine daddy, you got jealous, it happens.”

“Everything makes me jealous now. I can’t even watch you smile at one of them without feeling a prick in my chest.”

I chuckle, “You better get used to it, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“You could pick.”

I freeze at his words, “Pick?”

He shakes his head but continues to hide his face like a child, “No, Nevermind, don’t think about it. Don’t pick.”

“What craziness are you talking about?”

His playful voice comes out in just a whisper, “Please don’t pick.”

“Why are you saying stuff like this?”

I’m surprised to hear a sudden sniffle, “I know you won’t pick me so please don’t pick anyone. I can be jealous just please don’t pick.”

EXO Reaction to their girlfriend saying yes to moving in together

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*Immediately starts getting everything ready for his GF’s arrival* “Everything has to be clean and… oh come on guys, you help too!”


*Starts decorating the room where you two will sleep* “She’s going to love it… she’s going to be with me! This is the best news I’ve had this month!”


*Prepares a welcome party with the boys for you* “I guess I’m not the only one excited that you’ll be living here from now on”


*Can’t stop screaming* “YAAAAAAY!!! SHE’S GOING TO MOVE IN YEEEEI!” *Probably won’t be able to talk the next day”


“I did it! She said yes guys! What? No not marriage! Move in together! That comes next!”


*Can’t really believe it* “You really.. want move in with me? Really jagi… ahh… you don’t know for how long I’ve wanted this!”


“I’m sorry jagi… I couldn’t wait for you to pack your things… we are leaving now. We’ll do that later. I want you with me, like.. now” *Very impatient this boi*


“Yeah! She’s moving in! Isn’t this the best!?” *Feels like the man of the year*


“Okay so you Chanyeol go wash all the curtains and covers and that. Sehun.. go buy more chocolate. Kris… ehh well.. you paint the room.. sure.. Where’s Suho? I need Suho here” *Bossy Chen is in the room*


“You really don’t know how happy you make me jagi…. I love you so much… and I want to be with you for the rest of my life” *So touched*


*Feels like he’s in a dream* “She’s moving in… she… she said yes! Am I dreaming? I feel like I’m going to faint… I’m so nervous… ahhhh help me!”


*Won’t stop talking about it for a month* “We are moving in together!! ahhh we are moving in together! Can you believe it? I can’t! She said yes! Did I tell you she’s moving in with me?”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

“I’ve made everyone sad the past couple posts. I’mma do something funny!” And then I fucking THREW IN FEELS. Honestly I am sorry but I did want to explore Howard and Maria’s relationship a bit.

Maria walked into her husband’s office and was only slightly surprised that he was sprawled out on his fainting couch. Howard had always had a flair for the dramatic. She wasn’t quite sure why he was moaning about how terrible his life was though. It wasn’t like something bad had happened to him in the last three days.

“Dear,” she said.

“Maria, everything is terrible!” Howard moaned, rolling from side to side.

It took everything Maria had not to laugh in his face. “Why is everything terrible, dear?”

Howard jerked into a sitting position, appalled that she apparently hadn’t noticed. “Tony hasn’t called me ‘daddy’ in a month!”

Maria raised her eyebrow and clasped her hands behind her back so he couldn’t see her digging claws into her skin, to keep from giggling about how earnestly upset he was. “Oh.”

“He always called me ‘daddy!’” Howard continued, covering his face and moaning in frustration. “He’s only called me ‘dad’ for the last month! Do you know how many times that was?”

“Honey, I don’t kn–” Maria began.

“Eighty-three times!” Howard burst out, thrashing so hard that he fell off the couch with a yelp.

Maria did not snort, because she knew she would start laughing and never stop if she did, and then Howard would be extra upset.

Howard blinked up at the ceiling, then clambered to his feet, dusting himself off. “Eighty-three times he’s called me ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy,’ Maria.”

“You kept count,” Maria said after a moment, surprised.

Howard frowned at her. “Well, yes, Maria, it’s a numbers thing, I’m a numbers man.”

“No, you’re right, honestly,” she said. “That’s on me.”

Eighty-three times, Maria!” Howard continued, throwing his hands up. “You don’t seem nearly as upset about this as you should be!”

Maria didn’t say ‘well yeah, he still calls me “mommy,”’ but only because it was quite possible that Howard might burst into tears.

“…Did I do something wrong?” Howard asked softly. “Did I make him stop loving me?”

“Honey, no,” Maria answered immediately. “There is nobody who loves their father more than Tony loves you. Sometimes boys just… stop calling their fathers ‘daddy’ as they get older. That’s not a reflection on you.

Howard frowned. “But… I’m his daddy.”

“Howard,” Maria sighed, reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him into a kiss. “You’re always going to be his daddy. Just because Tony’s calling you something different doesn’t mean his feelings have changed. He still loves you the same as he did a month ago.”

“Why do things have to change?” Howard asked sadly. “Why can’t he be my sweet little boy forever?”

Maria pressed her face into his neck and hummed. “That’s just life, honey.”

“I know,” he sighed, then yelped. “Ooh! Did you just bite me?!”

Maria blinked, teeth digging into the skin of his throat. “…No.”

“Maria, you know you can’t bite me unless we have time for me to do something about it,” Howard scolded, giving her a fond pat on the butt before gently nudging her away. “I have to make some phone calls before supper.”

Maria groaned loudly, annoyed. “Why did you have to be a CEO? Why couldn’t I marry a regular guy?”

Howard pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back toward his desk. “A regular guy couldn’t buy Janet Van Dyne expensive fabric just to make his son a beautiful ballgown for the next Meeting.”

The werewolf couldn’t help a fond smile. “Tony’s going to love the dress, Howard.”

He scoffed. “It’s a gift from Janet, Maria, not from me.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Of course, Howard.”

“I think,” Maria said, then paused. “…I think you should call your father ‘daddy’ more often, bambino.”

Tony blinked up at her, gangly now, but still with bright, innocent eyes. “The boys at school make fun of me when I call him that.”

“Why in the hell,” Maria whispered to herself, another thing to wonder about why humans were the way they were. “Well, perhaps still refer to him as ‘dad’ while at school, but call him ‘daddy’ when you’re home? He misses it.”

“Okay,” Tony replied with that familiar guilelessness that she loved. “I can try.”

She wrapped him up in a hug that brought his feet off the ground, spinning him in a circle that had him giggling. “That’s my boy! Your father is a little odd, but we love him anyway, right?”

Tony laughed as she dug her fingers into his sides, kicking wildly with laughter. “Mom!”

“He’s a human and he’s strange even by their standards but he’s the most loving father and husband in the world!” Maria continued, swinging him around again.

“Yeah!” Tony agreed happily, then kicked again. “Mommy, put me down!”

Maria sighed, just a touch wistfully, as she set him on his feet. He still called her ‘mommy’ but it was definitely falling in frequency. She carefully brushed his hair out of his eyes, humming quietly and murmuring about a haircut, and ended up with her hand on top of his head, surprising herself with the thought ‘if we just had a little more time.’ Usually it was Howard being the sentimental one.

“My precious pup,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Do you know how much we love you?”

Tony tilted his head as he looked up at her. “Of course, Mom. You guys hug and kiss me and tell me you love me all the time. Did you know there are boys at school who don’t get hugs and kisses from their parents?”

Maria smiled sadly. “Oh, honey.”

“So I know how much you guys loves me,” the boy continued. “Do you guys know how much I love you?”

Maria squatted in front of him, cupping his cheeks again. “Honey, it’s never going to be as much as your daddy and I love you.”

Tony stuck his chin out stubbornly. “Well, I’m going to try!”

“Tesorino, that would be delightful,” Maria assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mom!” Tony complained. “You always get lipstick on me when you do that!”

“Boys are making fun of him for calling me ‘daddy?!’” Howard burst out angrily. “I knew sending him to boarding school was a mistake!”

“Honey,” Maria said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.

“They’re ruining my precious boy!”

Maria covered her mouth to hide her smile. “I think boys would have made fun of him at a public school, too, dear.”

“Maria, I’ve been telling you this!” Howard threw his hands up. “We could home school him until he’s ready for college! And then we get a little apartment off campus to stay in while he’s there so we’d always be nearby–”

“Howard, I thought you wanted to stop people from bullying him. A boy that never leaves his parents’ home, Howard? Really?”

Howard sagged, sitting down on the edge of their bed and hanging his head. “My boy,” he said sadly. “I’m supposed to protect him.”

“You’re also supposed to let him grow up to become his own man,” Maria told him gently. “And with you as his father, he’s going to grow up to be a good man, too, Howard.”

Howard choked quietly and clutched his chest. “Maria,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “Why would you say something like that when you know I’m so weak?”

“You’re not weak,” she answered immediately. “I wouldn’t choose a weak mate. If anything, you’re too strong, and too damn responsible.” She ran her fingers through his hair as his shoulders began to shake. “Why does it surprise you so that I love my mate so dearly?”

“Sometimes,” Howard began, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Sometimes I worry. That I’m tricking you somehow. And I’m just screwing everything up.”

“You’re not,” Maria assured him. “You’re not tricking me and you’re not screwing everything up. You love Tony. And sometimes you forget about Tony long enough to remember you love me, too.”

“Maria,” Howard gasped, lifting his head to stare up at her. “I always love you. If I’ve done something–”

She snorted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Howard, nothing could give me greater pleasure than my mate loving our pup. I was just teasing.”

“I wish I could give you another one,” he admitted softly, eyes going sad. “Maria, if I’d had any idea what that radiation would do to me–”

Maria held her hand up to stop him. “I’m happy that we even got one pup, Howard. Tony is enough. You are enough. You were upfront with me about your possible fertility issues before you even proposed.” She smirked, leering at him. “And I can’t say the endeavor for a pup was unpleasant either.”

Howard choked on a slightly hysterical laugh. “Maria.

“We’re getting older, dear,” she added after he’d calmed down. “You, especially. Tony… Tony is always going to be enough for me.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And you will, too. Besides, we have Ana and Jarvis, and Peggy and her family. I come from a big pack where there were aunts and uncles and cousins. This… this is just like home.”

Howard frowned, reaching up to cup her cheeks and using his thumb to wipe away a tear she hadn’t noticed had fallen. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more of your family, honey.”

“You found my Uncle Giuseppe and his family,” Maria answered quietly. “That was… honestly more than I ever hoped for.”

Howard nodded, dissatisfied. He was still looking, technically, had detectives searching Europe for Carbonells, but at this point he was pretty sure that they would only find graves, if they’d even been given that decency. He wished he’d taken better care, better safety precautions when he was younger, so he could have given Maria the big family she wanted and the siblings Tony would have adored.

But if Maria could be happy, after all that had happened to her, he’d stop wondering ‘what if’ and be happy, too.

Then Again, P9  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! My author’s note is a little long (it’s about the fic as a whole), so if you’d like to read it, I’ve just posted it as a separate text.

Still, however, I wanted to write an enormous thank you to those who have reblogged this fic recently! Thank you so much! It means more than I can say to know you guys wanted to share this with others 🌷🌷🌷

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 10, Part 11

Without further ado, a Peter P.O.V. chapter:

Then Again, Part 9

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As the millionth text from Ned buzzes my phone, I consider chucking it off the roof. Maybe myself with it.

It only took an episode of yelling with Y/N and a door slam for him to finally answer me back, as if the five minutes of me pounding on his and MJ’s door earlier hadn’t been a concern of his. Now, given the timing, I’ve decided to respond with his own stubbornness and refuse to even open the messages. I can guess what they say. Probably what Aunt May said when she called forty minutes ago.

Something like: Maybe it’s time to be straightforward and tell her. What’s the worst that could happen? It has to be better than how you’ve left it. As long as you handle this properly, I think the Peter Parker Gets a Girlfriend initiative is still in the running!

I know I’m not handling this well. I know it’s bad. I know. I mean, it’s kind of impossible to feel how I feel about her and not understand that I’ve probably - definitely - blown all my chances at this point. I wish Aunt May understood that. Trying to explain what it was like back there, how bad I made it, how angry we both were… all it did was make me want to throw up. And Aunt May didn’t exactly listen, really listen, to that part anyway. If I hadn’t gotten choked up, she probably would have called Y/N herself. I’ve never been so relieved to start crying on a rooftop while talking to someone. At least she’s backing off. For tonight, that is.

I can’t stop thinking about how it happened. It was so fast. Even though I knew it was building up all week, I had no idea I would snap like that - and at first, I really didn’t mean to.

I mean, it’s been hard keeping everything in. Aunt May and Ned have been putting so much pressure on me to “tell her how I feel” lately and then she was always so happy the last few days that every time I was around her, which was constantly with all of our studying, I kept finding myself balanced between wanting to burst out and finally tell her, consequences be damned, or else call Happy and see if Mr. Stark had any potentially lethal missions available. Instead, I kept my mouth firmly shut and avoided eye contact with her and Aunt May. After this morning with Flash, last night with Flash, the thought of her kissing Flash (even at six years old, which, I know, is so stupid to be upset over, but it’s… it’s Flash) and all the private texting between everyone, the pool was the last straw.

I tried to get out of it earlier. Maybe I should’ve. But Y/N asked me if I was coming in a voice that warned me something was off, so I went. I didn’t want to be there. But I worried she might need someone. (Ironic, given how I behaved in the end. God, I was such an ass.)

Plus, after she hugged me and ran off, things got really weird. I knew why she did it, even if Aunt May keeps denying any involvement. It’s awkward to imagine what Aunt May must have said to her to make her do it. She obviously didn’t want to. Not to mention, I knew I got her stuck outside with Flash when Aunt May called again.

In my defense, I really thought Ned and MJ would let her in the other room.

Anyway, the point is: things were never more unclear with Y/N than they were an hour ago. I’ve been so worried about letting myself get too excited around her that I’ve probably been leaning too far into reasons to be upset with her (Ned thinks it’s some “self-preservation” thing and I’m starting to agree). I must have been coming across as a rude asshole all week. If Aunt May and Ned have been trying to push her towards me, it must have been super confusing for her, it probably made my behavior even worse.

 All that aside, it still doesn’t make any sense why she would try to get me to play that game in the pool.

With Abe it was easy. We were just pretending, like acting punches, pretend shoves. Y/N knows that if I really hit someone it could go seriously wrong. I can’t risk it. I would never risk it with any of my friends, not ever, even if it’s a game. So when she started getting angry, I figured it was just a way to get angry with me like I’d been doing with her. Do something! I can still hear her saying it. I just don’t understand what she wanted me to do, though.

The more she said it, the more I worried she was hinting at something bigger. Was she trying to poke me into letting some Spidey secret out? I have never suspected that type of motive from her, but why else mock me with something she knows I can’t do because of it? Could it really have slipped her mind? She’s always on top of everything. It doesn’t seem like something she’d forget.

I guess - no, I know - I let fear get the best of me. I should never have shouted or gotten angry or splashed her like I did. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been nervous this week around her or scared of everything I’ve been feeling or frustrated that she invited Flash to the dinner or even panicked about her practically yelling a phrase I didn’t understand: I should have kept my temper and waited to talk to her later, like she said.

That’s the shittiest part. Out of everybody, she’s the person I wish I could to talk to most about this - about everything. But I can’t.

I’m torn into two parts right now and neither of them is concerned with securing Y/N as my girlfriend. (I know that isn’t how Ned and Aunt May meant it, but “winning the game” or “accomplishing the mission” is not even on my radar at the moment.) First, I’m still frustrated. Not angry, at least, but everything we talked- well, yelled- about didn’t just dissolve. It’s still in my head, even if I’m trying to erase it. Second, all I want to do is go back and apologize like an idiot. Even if we’re fighting, I don’t want to make her feel bad about anything. I want to go make sure she’s alright. All I wanted in the first place was to finally hear the truth about her and MJ, to get through to her about Flash, and to just… feel like I’m a real part of her life… even if not in the way I want.

I don’t think I accomplished much in the way of those three things, but then again, I’m still reeling. There’s so much to go over. My brain’s on overload.

I need to think this out.

I need to be rational.


First: Y/N said she and MJ aren’t dating. Ned and Aunt May always thought I was looking too far into little things when I brought this up. Maybe they were right. She did seem seriously surprised. Why deny it when confronted? And why else would MJ have been texting me today, hinting that she knew I liked Y/N? If Aunt May or Ned told her, wouldn’t she have gotten upset about it and said something to my face, had they been dating? It did make me paranoid today that she was playing with me, but now the tone of her messages doesn’t seem threatening like it did before. It seems… curious, if not supportive. I… I guess that part is settled. Y/N did say, I’m not dating my best friend.

Did she mean none of her best friends, though? It felt coded. It felt like shit. I know I don’t have a chance in the first place, but it still stung like a slap to the face.

That phrase keeps playing in my head.

I’m not dating my best friend.

I need to stop thinking about it.

Second: Flash. That hasn’t moved anywhere. He’s still a dick and she’s still too forgiving with him. Thank God she doesn’t like him, at least. But the other things she said when I brought him up are definitely significant. What did she mean about Liz? Liz doesn’t have disagreements with many people and if they didn’t like each other, I certainly never noticed. But she said that too: I never noticed it. I’ll ask her about that later. Not too soon, definitely not tonight, but when - if - things get better.

There’s something more important to focus on.

She thinks about me. All the time. I can’t dwell too much on this; I know it doesn’t mean what I want it to mean, but it is meaningful in a thousand other ways.

She cares. She worries. She waits. She thinks about me. She really, genuinely, seriously cares about me. And she thinks about me, all the time.

How many times has she thought of me while I was thinking of her?

This thought is too dizzying. My legs feel like they might fold in.

I wind my towel up and put it behind my head to lie on it like a pillow.

I picture her walking home from school and sending me a text, thinking of me. All the while, I’m on the opposite side of Queens assuming her message is just a usual kindness, something she would do for anybody.

I think about you all the time, more than anyone else.

I nearly fainted when she said that, I swear to God.

So third: I am a real part of her life - proven by what she said. I think that’s enough. Knowing she genuinely, seriously cares is enough. I’d rather she thought of me in a more positive way, but if worrying reflects any sort of dedication to our friendship, that’s plenty. Though I will, from now on, respond to her messages immediately… even if it makes me feel desperate and lame, just to make sure she isn’t stressed out anymore. She worries about me.

Conclusions combined, I have no idea how I feel. I was so angry today. Flash’s stunt, the fact I thought Y/N actually wanted to defend him, thinking she and MJ were in a secret relationship, the pressure Aunt May and Ned have been putting on me this week, especially since that hug thing… overall, the entire idea of their “mission.” (Honestly, calling it a mission did not make it any more appealing, despite what they may have hoped.)

It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m on unstable ground, but at least I know that when I go back to the room, I won’t feel claustrophobic, like I can’t get enough air. I’ve got fear to spare in gallons, but there’s hope mixed in too. I can fix this.

It’ll be okay. I can do this. I’m Spider-Man, for fuck’s sake.

I just need… a few minutes longer to get my head together.

Holy shit.

Part 10

Next Update: Friday, November 3

However, if I get a lot of writing done, it may be earlier! But I just finished midterms, so I can’t promise anything.

I know this part wasn’t particularly exciting, but if you liked it or have any questions, feel free to message me or send an ask! I love talking to you guys :)

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Inhuman Part One

Originally posted by coldbloodedexosquirrel

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader (There isn’t enough out there dammit.)

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

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Harry goes to the zoo AU

*Being the lovely parents that they are Sirius and Remus decide that they could take Harry to a zoo. Harry’s around 4 years old. They pass the wolfs and Harry jumps up and down screaming “They are Moony’s frieeeends” Sirius is howling with laughter as Remus is just looking around being like “Nope they are not mine”. They were passing by lions and the inevitable talk came from Sirius”

Sirius: Harry, do you see that big brave lion?

Harry: Yeah Pa’foo.

Sirius: That’s your house’s animal, that is. When you get in Gryffindor, you will be big and brave like that lion.

Harry: *roars, Remus messes with his hair*

Remus: As cute as he is, stop forcing Gryffindor on him Padfoot.

Sirius: But look at him.

*Harry’s wide-eyed looking at the lion*

Harry: Pa’foo? Can you turn into a lion like you can turn into a dog?

Sirius: No Harry, I’m sorry.

Harry: That’s ‘kay, I’ll have one when I get into Gryffindor.

Sirius: *mouths to Remus* Are you hearing this?

Remus: *smiles then nods* Now move, we are holding up the line.

*They stop in front of a snake Harry seems genuinely interested in, Sirius tries to take him away as he still hates snakes because it was everywhere in the most noble and ancient house of Black while he grew up*

Sirius: Harry come on there are more exciting animals than snakes.

Harry: Nooooo but he’s talking to me!

Remus: *Remus senses a small tantrum starting* Sure he is buddy, let’s go see crocodiles they will talk to you, too.

Harry: The lion didn’t! He says he wants to get out and go back to Brazil. What is Brazil?

Sirius: I’m sorry, what? When did you learn how to read?

*Sirius didn’t believe in coincidences the snake was from Brazil, Harry couldn’t have possible known that, he shot a look at Remus. They were practically telepathic at this stage*

Remus: *kind of scared* Harry, can you ask the snake what Brazil is and maybe it can help you.

Harry: ‘kay Moony.*Harry starts speaking parseltongue when Sirius and Remus expected English*

Sirius: *looks like he’s about to faint, he’s white as paper*

Remus: Harry, we have to go home buddy, I am sorry but Padfoot isn’t feeling very well.

*they drive home without a word*

Remus: Harry, go play with your toy broomstick I’ll be with you in a moment, okay buddy?

Harry: ‘kay Moony.

*Harry leaves, Sirius makes sure he can’t hear them*

Sirius: What tHE FUCK MOONY?

Remus: I have no idea, I really don’t.

Sirius: Mummy dearest would have been so proud if she knew I had a parselmouth god son. 

Remus: We need to ask Dumbledore about this, I– I don’t know. Can you fetch parchment and quill please love?

*Sirius furrows his eyebrows*

Remus: No pun intended.

*Sirius stares*

Remus: Seriously.

*Sirius raises an eyebrow*

Remus: I’m gonna stop talking now.

Sirius: Good idea Moony.

*Sirius is on the edge all day until they get a visit from Dumbledore himself the day after. He explains them how some traits of Voldemort might have passed to Harry but it was nothing to be scared of, thinking it would calm Sirius. How he thinks an explanation like this would calm down a drama queen like Sirius Black is beyond me but Sirius spends the next few weeks looking at Harry occasionally and saying “bloody hell” until Remus stops him.* 

Dyin’ without chapter 151

IF Yona hears something that makes her “give” Hak his freedom and end his responsibilities or something(because as if that wouldn’t happen - the stage is perfectly set up for that -AND I WOULD BE ULTRA GLAD IF YONA TRIES TO SEND HIM OFF AFTER SAYING THAT IT’LL BE GREAT IF HE STAYED) What can happen?

1. Hak doesn’t understand shit and follows her like rest of the dragons because “leave u? Wut? Me not know english”

2. Hak gets frustrated and screams about how he thought he finally reached her because she kissed him and now he’s angry and runs off because he feels distant. (And just monitors her from some distance away as she travels)

3. Hak kisses her and says he’s gonna haunt her all his life - making Yona faint and killing all of us in one go

4. Or being ultra straightforward, “I am glad to know you think I’m so nice to baby sit you because of my promise to the late king, but IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SORRY ASS AND PREVENT YOU FROM GETTING KILLED, U AIRHEADED PRINCESS”

5. Hak is like, “I know you hate me princess but Mundok will skin me alive if I go back so I’d rather take care of you, plus..ya know, free food”

6. He just sees through her. “You know, princess, if someone kisses the dark dragon, they have to take care of him for the next eleven lives. Sorry but you’re stuck with me for life and beyond.”

7. He whips up his high amp stereo speakers and professional mic and sings “I love the way you lie”

Someone wake me up when the next chapter comes, I’ll just curl up and cry for the time being.

Sparks Chapter 8

Originally posted by kelsyryannisalion

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Bucky and y/n have a almost moment at the Tower’s Halloween party. But, they are interrupted with news of a potential bio-attack in Time Square. It’s up to y/n to disable the bomb and save the city.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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I know this will sound dramatic as hell but I just have to express how I feel. I will probably delete this in a couple mins but.. I miss him. I miss his extra ass. I miss his hyena laugh. I miss the squirtle smile. I miss the wild & sexy. I miss the “JYP” whisper he does, I missed his thick thighs. I miss his confidence. I miss his organic tea. I fucking miss everything about him. I miss Jia Er Wang. To others he is just an idol, just a person. But to me, Jackson is so much more. I honestly hated my body image and hated my thick thighs and my chubby body growing up. But I fucking gain some sort of confidence because of Jackson. Everytime I felt down or sad, I would just listen to Jackson say anything funny or inspirational. Getting into Got7, Jackson was my bias and to this day he still is. There is something about him that fills my heart. He means the world to me. I honestly feel empty without him. I am worried sick thinking something horrible is going on with Jackson and not being able to know what is up. Like is Jackson’s health that bad that JYP can explain? Is Jackson just tired of the whole idol life? Is the whole China-Korea thing affecting this? Also I worry about how his parents feel about this. Like as everyone knows Jackson is quite close with his parents and calls them everyday. How do Mama Wang and Papa Wang feel about their son fainting for being overworked? As for me I feel as if I did something wrong. I know I can’t do much right now but wait for a statement of Jackson’s health and him coming back, but by what I mean I feel I did something wrong is that I wanted to have got7 to be well known because the boys deserve so much more than what they are getting credit for. I wanted Jackson to be in so much variety because he seems to enjoying doing them but I didn’t noticed is that he barely slept and barely ate because of the travel. Jackson to me is my world, I really love him so much. I know this seems like it’s just a crush but it doesn’t feel like it. It feel so much more powerful. I honestly fell in love with Jackson because he sticks to being himself and is not afraid of showing his true colors. I just want him to post anything, even the slightest “I love you” in his social media so it can reassure me that he is alive. I honestly go to bed everyday since the day he fainted crying myself to sleep because I worry so much for him. Please come back healthy and happy. Don’t overwork yourself so much to make us happy. Take care of yourself This is hella dramatic and I’m sorry.

Everything is White

warning: triggering - talks about death & cancer / swearing.

“Alright Y/N so the scans look good which is great. But we’d still like to keep you over night just to keep an eye on you. But you can leave first thing in the morning, how’s that sound?”

Dr. Andrews was someone I knew very well. He had been looking after me since my first episode in my freshmen year of high school. Now here we are 6 years after I graduated from high school.

“Sounds great doc, thanks again”

“Of course Y/N, get some rest a nurse will be in to check on you later” And with that he was gone just like that.

Everything was white, the walls, the tile floor, the uncomfortable scratchy sheets, my thin socks, the ugly hospital gown. White, White, White, White. It was awfully depressing, especially if you were here almost every other month. I always wondered why hospitals never painted their walls, or added color to their sheets, got comfier socks maybe? I get it that we need to be extra clean, I mean over the top clean but I doubt that has to do with the choice in paint color of the walls.

I was 14 when I had my first episode, I’ve never had a heart attack but when you can physically feel every single beat of your heart- that’s what I picture a heart attack to be like. Yes I am very well aware that’s not how that works. My strongest episode was 274 beats per minute. Any normal person’s heart beats about 90 beats per minute. Just put that into perspective.

My episodes happen anytime, most of the time I pass out because I can’t handle feeling my heart almost popping out of my chest. It throws me into a full on panic attack and the next thing I know I'm waking up surrounded by these white walls. So here I am, 10:30 am back in the hospital because apparently I can’t pick out apples without fainting in the grocery store.

“So we’ll go to the Hospital after the interviews. And then you’ll be done for the day okay?” Andrew said while glancing up from his blackberry while we road down some random high way in New York. Today wasn’t as busy as it could be probably because Andrew knew how over worked I was. I simply nodded while leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

Before I could even fall asleep, the car came to a stop and the door was opening to ear piercing screams. I took a second to compose myself as I grabbed my bag and hopped out of the van flashing my famous smile and threw my hand up saying hello to my beautiful fans. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans but God fucking damn I’m tired. All of these interviews become a blur after a while. They all ask the same question “Are you single?” “Who inspires you?” “When can we expect new music?” “What is the weirdest gift a fan has ever given you?” It honestly takes all I have in me to not say “Fucking watch the last 100 interviews I’ve done and you  can get all of those answers right there”. I wish they’d ask me more about my music, my aspirations, my life goals, fuck the color of my socks would be fine too that’s just as interesting as their questions.

Interview after interview, same question after same question this went on for 3 hours before I was finally able to get back into the car and head off to my next appearance. I scrolled through twitter noticing all the fan accounts had started to upload candid’s of me arriving and leaving the radio station. “Oh by the way, Hailey called my phone again. Did you not give her your new number?” Andrew said while glancing up from his phone.

“No I didn’t, don’t give it to her please”

“I already did, why don’t you want your girlfriend to have your number”

I groaned as I leaned my head back holding up my phone right on time message after message popped up on my phone.

“Because she won’t fucking leave me alone”

Andrew let out a laugh while shaking his head. “What did I tell you about her? But you were all like, “No man, she’s different she’s not like the Kardashians” bullshit Shawn. Bull-fucking-shit.“ Andrew chuckled along with the rest of the guys in the car who all agreed with Andrew.

"Fuck off”

I knew they were right, but I was lonely. I’ve been lonely, and Hailey is a great girl. She’s very kind and very funny not to mention beautiful- but my fucking God woman everything has to be on social media. Nothing is private, she had to flaunt off our whole relationship to the world pretty much causing world war three between my fans. I don’t love Hailey, I don’t think I ever could. But she’s comfortable, she’s easy. I don’t mean she’s an easy lay, I just mean being with her was easy …at first. Then it became constant nagging, harassing and just annoying. I’ve changed my number three times because of her, and i’m starting to run out of excuses as to why “Andrew” keeps changing my number.

“Oh we’re here, lets go lover boy”

“Ha! I win! the pot is mine!” I giggled as I reached forward on my bed and grabbed all the chocolate coins that were in the middle of my bed. “You suck Y/N” My hospital buddy Noah said while putting his cards down. I giggled as I opened one of the chocolate coins and popped it into my mouth.

“Did you hear who was coming today?” Noah said while grabbing one of the chocolate coins while popping it into his mouth. I nodded no my mouth full of chocolate. “No who?”

It wasn’t new that celebrities would come and visit the hospital. There were a lot of kids here, a lot of really sick kids here. I think it makes them feel like their doing something good for the month- or year when they come and visit us. I’m 23, I’m an adult and I can easily see through their fake smiles as they pass our candy or take selfies. Yes it’s very nice that they take time out of their schedule to come and visit us, but they get to come and go as they please. We come and most of us go- but we don’t get to walk out the doors.

I was lucky, I wasn’t as sick as most of these kids here but I had been in and out of these hospital walls so often I was just as close with them. Noah had Osteosarcoma - aka bone cancer. He always told me he was doing better but I knew he was just being strong. These kids are the strongest people I know. Even though they have seen more of these hospital walls than the outdoors they still had a smile on their faces. They were so strong, every day- every God damn day.

“Shawn Mendes, actually by the screaming downstairs I think he’s here” Noah chuckled as he faced me. “Should we go see him?”

I shrugged as slowly got up grabbing my IV stand. “Can you see my ass” I questioned as I turned my back towards Noah making him laugh. “No you can’t you’re all covered” I giggled as I shuffled my feet across the floor and over to his wheel chair. He took a hold of my IV stand while I pushed him out of my room. We were older than most of the kids, Noah was 19 so he and I got to wander the halls to some extent.

“I’m not going to lie, if I could I would totally sleep with Shawn Mendes” Noah said while opening another chocolate coin. I giggled softly as I pushed him around the corridor. You can hear people “Shh-ing” and high pitched giggles. I pushed Noah inside the cafeteria and parked him next to one of our favorite nurses. Her name was Maria and she made the best peanut butter cookies.

“Oh shit he’s so hot”

Noah language!” Maria hissed making us both laugh.

“Oh shit he’s looking over here, Y/N look at him- he’s looking at you!” Noah gasped as he grabbed my gown tugging it slightly.

His eyes is what I saw first, then his lips. Then his vein on the side of his neck, which lead me to his shoulders. God his shoulders were so broad, and his arms don’t even get me started with his arms. He was wearing a button up short sleeved palm tree shirt and the sleeves hugged his biceps perfectly. I seriously have never seen someone so gorgeous before in my entire life and here I am in this ugly white hospital gown with these disgustingly scratchy socks. My hair wasn’t even brushed and I’m pretty sure I still have my left over make up on from the night prior. Really beautiful seriously Y/N.

A laugh broke me from my daze as I looked down at Noah who had his hand on his leg.

“Wow, could you drool anymore?”

Everyone in the cafeteria laughed at Noah’s joke making a few kids we knew yell things like “Smooth Y/N!” “Nice one Y/N, close your mouth along with your legs!” “Gonna catch some flies in there Y/N! Shut your mouth!”

I rolled my eyes as I glanced back up towards Shawn. He wasn’t laughing, he was just smiling at me. He was starring now, not me. He let out a chuckle before running his hand through his dark curls.

“Alright, alright.. give the beautiful lady in the back a break. Who has some questions”

Wait, did he just call me beautiful?

Okaaaay, so, I got up at 430 a.m. to commence with checking out this new Taylor tune. Yeah, yeah. I know, but, some of us have to sleep bc chasing around a wild and crazy boy filled with super charged energy for ten hours straight requires real sleep and is not for the faint of heart. Okay? Okay.

My thoughts on this song upon first listen…Feels like I am floating on a huge wispy cotton candy-like cloud and I’m eating Snickers Almond, my favorite candy bar, and I’m drinking Coke and humming madly and thinking deeply about these profound yet simple lyrics that mean so much. I found the man this song describes many years ago and we’ve been married 21 years. Yes, I said 21 YEARS. Every morning he puts together my lunch bag, starts my car and cleans the windows, makes my coffee and puts it in the car in my cup holder. This is true love, guys, the kind that lasts. It’s the little things that keep you together, like building forts with blankets, and wearing his or her initial around your neck. I’m so happy for you Swift. It gives me pure unadulterated pleasure knowing you have found the Burton to your Taylor, the peanut butter to your jelly, the paint to your easel, the Jack to your Jill, the pumpkin to your chocolate chip cookie, the wave to your ocean, the Derek to your Meredith.

This is a masterpiece, and it feels like I got an old dear friend back. My fave REPUTATION song thus far because the sound and arrangement is all new but the lyrics are vintage SWIFT, through and through. I’m so here for this. 👏🏻👏🏻

Spidey-Senses Part 1

Peter Parker X Reader (based on the infinity war trailer)

A/N: Hey guys!! So I’ve came up with an idea; basically I wanted to write a fic about the clip of the fight scene between Thanos and Spider-Man in the Avengers: Infinity War trailer :)

short summery of your life I guess:

You are Pepper Potts niece (or nephew) and live with her and Tony for 6 months every year because your parents are astronauts and are living in a space for 6 months doing research (idk lol),, you know a lot about SHEILD (bc Tony can’t keep his mouth shut) and Thor has told you a lot about the 9 realms and Thanos n shit like that, you’ve even been to Asgard before and get along really well with the avengers,, especially Peter because you’re the same age,,

All the fighting and most of the action will be in Part 2!! <3


I hastily stepped along the sidewalk next to Peter as we were going to miss the train again. “C'mon Pete, we’re going to be late!” I mumbled as I checked time on the shiney silver watch around my wrist, “It’ll be fine, Aunt May won’t mind if we’re a few minutes late for lunch,” Peter stated as we finally reached the bus stop. “Yes but we had to cancel last time because you were recovering from fighting that vulture guy,” I huffed “I still can’t believe that you actually managed to convince her to let you carry on being Spider-Man. And to let you live with me in the Avengers compound.” I whispered to my friend knowing that he would hear because of his ‘Spidey-Senses’. We both managed to find seats on the bus when it arrived and sat down watching the New York City buildings whizz past us. “I know, Y/N but I see Aunt May a lot still and plus it’s really cooling living with THE avengers and you of course,” his eyes sparkled slightly a smile forming on his handsome face and I smiled right back at him. “Peter you’re an adorable little fanboy aren’t you!” I teased him, “Y/N I told you to stop calling me adorable it makes me feel like a kid.” He was huffing now but we soon broke out into laughter, “You still are a kid Parker, I mean we’re only 15.” “But I am a MAN, Spider-MAN to be exact!!” “Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes giggling.

Peter grinned and leaned his arms on the edge of the seat infront of him and putting one of his earbuds in I heard the faint beat of the music now playing and I sat back thinking about my parents. I miss them a lot. I haven’t seen them in 2 months but I guess I should be used to it by now, they’re not even on Earth for half a year. I can’t really complain though because I still have parents who care about me and love me.

Anyway,let’s not get onto this depressing stuff now because Peter looked a me with a worried expression on his face. “What?,” I wondered “What’s wrong?” “My Spidey-Senses are tingling…” “Ugh! Peter relax I’m sure there’s nothing wron-” and that’s when I heard it. The booming explosion appearing out of nowhere, in the sky a gigantic robotic alien ring. I looked at Peter seeing the hair on his arms spike up. A chill ran down my spine. “What do we do?!?” I asked him frantically but he was already standing up ready for action , “STOP THE BUS!” “PETER NO! WAIT!” I screamed after him as he scrambled out of the bus. UGH WHY DID THE DRIVER LET HIM LEAVE SURELY HE WOULD’VE KEPT DRIVING AWAY FROM THE CHOAS!! Why did Peter have to be like this I don’t like seeing him injured/hurt it breaks my heart. I heard another explosion, the echo rippled through the sky, my anxiety growing as I panicked. I’ll call Uncle Tony he’ll know exactly what to do!

I grabbed my phone and ready to call Tony as I ran out the emergency exit door of the bus. I saw Peter swing down to me from a building in his masked suit and he dropped down in front of me in a low stance. “What are you thinking?! You can’t go and fight whatever’s going to come out of that portal thing or whatever it is! It looks like something from another realm you’ll be fighting against Aliens or Gods!” I was frantically yelling and pleading him to stay back from this battle. “You know I can’t do that. I have a responsibility to protect everyone. Please stay safe, don’t move! I don’t want you to get hurt or worse!” He lifted his wrist to you , “Peter wha-” “No you’re staying here” his webs shot out at your left hand tying you to a lamppost. “Gotta go!” He then shot off back into the sky swinging towards the danger. I let out a scream of frustration as I dialled Tony’s number pressing the phone to my ear it rung a few times before he picked up and I was shouting down the phone at him explaining what was going on,

“WAIT WHAT” Uncle Tony screeched in shock.

“And now he’s going to fight whatever is causing the destruction. I’m so worried you gotta get down here and help! He tied me to a lamppost so I can’t do anything! Uncle Tony you gotta help and get backup or something I have a feeling this is going to end badly and whatever is there is not from this world!”



“Alright I get there as soon as possible!”

“But you don-” and he hung up before I could finish my sentence.

A/N: Ahhh so this is part 1,, there will definitely be a part 2 coming soon if you guys like this! Sorry it’s short and crappy but I just needed to get an intro thing sort done and out the way with. The next chapter will be better! :))