Anon: heyy love!!! can i ask for a peter x reader fic with a shapeshifter!reader who has wings in their superhero form thingy and does some crime fighting and gets noticed by mr stark and he sends peter out to befriend the reader/bring them back to hq so he can talk to them❤️❤️ thanks bab
A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE! I am just swamped with homework! Thank you so much to those of you who have stuck with me, I love you so much!! I’m sorry if this is not my best work, but thanks so much for reading anyway!!
The hinges squeaked in protest as he slammed his locker shut. He groaned in frustration, heaving his heavy backpack over his tense shoulders. It had not been a good day.
“You let her get away? AGAIN?” Happy sighs exasperatedly, clutching his face in trembling hands, knuckles turning a cold shade of white. Peter gulped nervously, pulling his covers firmly around him for a sense of comfort. He took a deep breath and chose his next words carefully.
“Let me reiterate. She has wings, Happy! How am I supposed to interrogate her is she’s fifty feet in the air? Also, couldn’t you guys have chosen a better time to barge into my room without any notice? Its 3 am!” Peter yawns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“But we have to know if she’s a threat as soon as possible! She could potentially be an important asset to the team!” Happy snaps, disregarding his question.
Peter put his finger to his lips, reminding them to be quiet. If May found them, they’d all be dead.
“Happy, give the kid a break,” Tony says from the corner of Peter’s messy room, examining a hologram of the mysterious winged girl. “Are those wings mechanical? Perhaps something similar to what Wilson’s got.”
“That’s the thing; they’re not. I came in contact with one of them when I fought her-”
“You fought her? You were only supposed to TALK with her!”
“She started it! Anyway, she hit me with one of her giant wings, and it felt… feathery?”
All three of them sat in Peter’s room in silence.
“I don’t know what exactly we’re dealing with,” Tony stated truthfully, his face scrunched up in deep thought. Peter could actually hear the gears in his head turning. “But I know that we need to bring her in for questioning as soon as possible. Preferably by the end of today.”
“But-” Peter started wearily.
“No buts, we need to be sure, kid. I know that she’s been stopping crime rather than causing it, but we can never be certain.” Happy interrupts, crossing his arms firmly.
Peter sighed in defeat, “Fine, I’ll try my best. Now can you please get out of my room? It’s 3 am!”
The impossible task of finding the winged girl and finishing his increasing mounds of homework was definitely not how Peter wanted to spend the rest of the day. He bolted out of the school as soon as the bell rang, crashing into someone on his way down the stone steps.
“Oh my gosh, I am so-” he stops when he realized who he had bumped into, doubling over with laughter.
Ruffling her hidden feathers in annoyance, she looked up to see who had knocked her down.
“None other than Peter Parker, of course,” she announced, joining in on his fits of laughter when her warm eyes met his. “Why are you in such a hurry? Off to save the world again?”
“(Y/N), love, you know you can’t say that aloud,” Peter extends his hand, and she takes it happily, allowing him to pull her back to her feet as is she weighed as much as a feather. “Someone could hear you.”
“You know I would never tell anyone, you can trust me,” she reassures him, smiling at the memory of Peter falling from the ceiling months ago.
“I trust you with my life, (Y/N). I’m sorry, but I can’t talk right now. I have to do something for Mr. Stark.”
She flinches when she hears the name leave his mouth. Peter takes no notice of this.
“What is it you need to do?” she asked innocently, though she already knew the answer.
“Find some crazy winged girl and try to convince her to join our side.”
She scoffs under her breath, “Well, good luck with that.”
“What was that?”
“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” she replies brightly, standing on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll make you proud to be my girlfriend!” he calls with a broad smile, jumping over the high metal fence with his incredible agility.
“I already am!” she called back, waving as he rushed off into the distance. “But, I can’t join your side Peter, not yet. I’m so sorry.”
Standing on a tall building, Peter’s eyes skim the dark street, waiting for any sign of movement. He sighs, retrieving his homework and packing it back into his bag. No sign of the winger girl. On the bright side, he had finished most of his homework.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of lights, followed by the sound of wailing alarms. Seconds later, a black van zoomed by, a blur of feathers hot on its heels.
Peter frantically tugged the straps of his backpack tightly around his shoulders and swung after them.
He caught sight of the van again but no sign of the girl, until suddenly a gust of mighty wind came out of nowhere, flinging him out of mid-swing and causing the van to flip onto its back.
She clapped her wings together one last time, creating powerful gusts of wind, rattling all the garbage cans on the street. Satisfied with the van flipped over on it’s back and the robbers emerging from it looking confused, she spun around and flew off into the night sky, police sirens wailing in the distance.
She landed gracefully on top of a swing set on a nearby park when she heard the sound of fast footsteps behind her.
“What do you want Spider-Man?” she asked, annoyed, though she already knew the answer.
“Please, I just want to talk,” Peter calls, stopping to admire the majestic being in front of him. “Those wings are so cool! Did you make them? Are they part of you?”
She wanted nothing more than to take off her hood and reveal herself, tell him everything that had happened, but she thought against it. He couldn’t know, not yet.
Instead, she ignores him, spreading her wings to fly off into the sky.
“Please wait. Answer some of my questions, that’s all I’m asking. I just want to make sure that we are on the same page.”
“The same page?” she scoffs. “We’re not even in the same library!”
Her heart broke when he didn’t answer, for she knew that he was breaking from the pressure of returning to Stark without any information. He didn’t want to disappoint, and neither did she.
“But if you must know,” she started softly. “I’m a good person, Peter. And I never want to do anyone any harm.”
“Wait, how do you know-”
“I really admire you for everything you have done, and I really do hope that we can work together someday, but now is just not the time.”
And with that, she soared off into the air, leaving him dumbstruck on the ground.
“Captain Rogers, they’re on to me,” she says sadly, rubbing her wings together for comfort. “When can I tell Peter? I can’t keep this from him for much longer!”
“Soon enough (Y/N), but not yet. We sense darkness approaching, and it would not be smart for us to step out of the shadows yet.”
“We will help them when trouble brews but for now, just continue what you’ve been doing. Work under the radar, avoid being caught. You have to continue to do what we can not. You’re doing really good, kid.” Natasha says from behind, Sam with her.
“A fresh face; you are our secret weapon. Now all you need is a new suit, my feathered friend.” Sam says with a smile.
“We’ll come out of hiding soon, right?” (Y/N) asked hopefully.
“Soon is unfortunately not far enough,” Steve replied gravely.
Wow, that was a cool prompt. Can you give me one, too? Sorry to bother you.
omg really? alright i’m not a Prompt Machine so this is the last one before i go out to dinner!
dan and phil go to the same school and have never gotten along well (something everyone is well aware of). except one of them accidentally texts the wrong number, and somehow they end up continuing to talk, becoming actually good friends without ever exchanging names (or maybe they do but think nothing of it since there’s a million dans/phils in even their own school). eventually (after months? years?) of talking, they decide to meet up. Cue Dramatic Reveal
are you the hero or the villain in your own story?
- question for the ages.
sometimes you’re neither.
you are the supporting role even in your own head
there to lift up others
who are better heroes than you could ever be.
sometimes you are the wild card
“yes,” you say, “I am the villain”
but you don’t mean it. what you want to say is,
“why does it matter?”
if, in the end, you’re all fighting for the same thing.
So spin a web of lies to prove
that you’re better than the rest
or pour yourself into a mold
you knew you’d never fit
ignore the faltering of your steps
ignore the lingering doubt
make yourself into the man
they cannot live without.
Are you a hero or a villain?
the choice isn’t yours to make -
and in the end -
who is asking?
The first thing I will say about this band is that I can never listen to their songs without ever thinking about what horrible things Jesse did in the past. I grew up with this band starting from Devil and God so its hard and confusing for me to just throw away all those years of looking up to these songs willy nilly. That being said, my favorite tracks are:
Happy birthday to one of the cutest actors of Hollywood Adam Driver!
Just take a look at him. He might not be what others would call beautiful, but for me he is. He has one of the most interesting ways of playing and portraying different characters with all his attitude, the way he moves, his voice and most importantly, his eyes.
I´m really sad that there are so many people calling him ugly. He isn´t! Just because you don´t find him handsome, doesn´t mean that no one does.
And please stop calling him terrible, because of playing Kylo. Because guess what, they are not the same Person. Adam just happens to portray Kylo. And he´s doing a pretty fucking great job.
So today (and every other day) let´s just cherish the human he is, and let us never forget that without him, a pretty good actor would be missing.So happy birthday to you Adam!
So I’m a phlebotomist. And sometimes, I work at a site that is directly adjacent to an endocrinologist. Which means I see and take blood from a lot of folks that are trans, or nonbinary, or gender nonconforming.
Do you have any fucking idea how easy it is, in customer-service speak, to respect someone’s gender?
I mean, I’ve had super awkward situations where I have to say things like ‘I’m sorry, that name isn’t coming up in our system. Is there another name…“ And without fail they provide their deadname and I plug it in and I say 'Ok, that came up, do you want me to fix that in our system?” And they say 'Yes’ and then I ADD IT AS A SYNOMYMOUS NAME. Same as I would for someone recently married or divorced. The end.
I have never experienced a situation in which I have felt motivated to ask someone’s pronouns.
I have had situations in which I have thought to myself 'I have no idea if this person is 'sir’ or 'ma'am’ and instead have gone 'Next patient please?’ or 'I can help who’s next’ or 'I can help you now’ while looking directly at them.
I have had situations where I’ve gone 'I’m like 90% certain that I’ve been given a record with this person’s deadname because this name does not match at all the gender presentation of the person I’m looking at’ And I say 'Ok, can you spell your last name for me? Ok, spell your first name? And your date of birth?’
and then I quietly write 'preferred name [the name they just spelled] on the top of thier record.
THIS IS NOT HARD.
And if this is not hard for me, as a person working in medicine who has to make certain that the person I’m talking to is the same person on the medical record that I’m looking up, how much easier must it be for, say, a barista who doesn’t give half a fuck who you are? I’ve BEEN a barista in the past. If a Barista is asking your pronouns, that person is an asshole.
Couldn’t believe this is the last we heard from her…here she is staring at the stars, and now she has become one 😢
I’m silly but I always think these people, anime voice actors and actresses would live forever…but I think in a way they are.
Thank you, Hiromi Tsuru, for giving us 30 great years of dragon ball. The show will go on but will never be the same without her voice acting for Bulma. She will live on through all of us dragon ball fans, she will be missed 🙏
But that’s the thing I hate about being a borderline. I know I’ll always love more. I’ll always care more. I’ll always need more. There will always feel like there is this void in my heart because no one will ever love me or care about me in the same way that I care about them. And no, that isn’t their fault and I’m not blaming them, I’m just saying that it really sucks. If I lose someone I’m close to, I am never the same again. If someone loses me, they move on. It’s just not the same. The people that I love, I love them with all that I have and I love them so much that it physically hurts. When I say “I can’t live without you” it’s not me trying to be manipulative, I really, truly don’t believe that I would be able to keep going if you were gone. “Normal” people get over heartbreak all the time, even if it takes years, but borderlines? We don’t get to catch a breath. We feel heartbreak all our lives.
Could we pretend, just for tonight that if I asked, we’d run away? We’d find some way to leave and just go. Somewhere without murders or sisters. We’d sleep in hotel rooms and never live in the same city twice. There would be no one to fail, or disappoint, or save. It would just be… You and me in love. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.
A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!
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The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?
Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.
“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.
You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“
“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”
Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.
You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.
Keith decides to take a leap and confess to Lance, and because the universe loves to throw curveballs Keith’s way, Lance feels the same way. They decide to take things slow, and see what they mean to each other, before they bring the team up to speed.
But that doesn’t mean the team won’t find out on their own, in their own time.
Just a simple love story between two people traveling space together and finding home in something they don’t need to traverse galaxies to have. Just because their nine to five’s as a swindling thief and space cop/bounty hunter aren’t exactly traditional doesn’t mean Lance and Keith can’t have it all.
Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He’s not particularly good at it. In fact he’s awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help. Maybe this new guy who seems to have a natural talent for customer service will be able to give him some tips.
It started like this. One second, he was shooting at sentries, and the next second he was on his ass on the cold metal floor of the Galra base due to an extremely rude shove from Keith.
And then Keith disappeared.
I mean, he’s not the science guy, so disappeared is probably the wrong word. Regular-sized Keith disappeared anyway. And Lance was left staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a tiny, oh so very smol Keith unconscious on the ground beside him.
More Than This (Stiles Stilinski soulmate imagine)
Summary: a soulmate AU in which you can talk with your soulmate through a link in your minds. Based off the prompt ‘this is yours’.
Word count: 8.1k
Warnings: just the odd curse here and there!
A/N: I rewrote this prompt three times and I’ve finally come out with something I like! The soulmate AU isn’t something I’ve tackled in this fandom and it’s always been a favourite of mine so I reckoned it was about time…I hope you enjoy it! :) Pls don’t let it flop.
Glaring at your best friend, you shook your head. “I don’t think it’s something that happens all of a sudden, Amber. Besides, he might not be sixteen yet,” you said, lips twitching as you watched her bounce up and down on your bed. It was the morning of your sixteenth birthday and she’d woken you up at the crack of dawn, demanding to know if it’d happened - if you’d got it.
“You never know,” she pointed out. “They could start speaking any second.”
Nodding hopefully, you layed back on your bed and closed your eyes. “I guess I just need to wait.”
Amber mirrored your actions, laying down beside you. “Tell me the moment you hear something.”
“If I hear anything,” you clarified, nodding nevertheless. “Will do.”
For as long as the earth had turned, soulmates had existed. Although there were many connections one shared with their soulmate, there was one fundamental link that could never be turned off - a communication bond. Once sixteen, the tradition was to grow a mental connection with your soulmate in which it was possible to communicate with one another.
Of course, the universe couldn’t make it that easy for you. Your soulmate always had their voice muffled somehow so you never truly knew how they sounded. There were also pieces of information that couldn’t be passed along the link. If you tried to tell them where you lived or where they could find you, they’d hear nothing but blank noise.
To many, the mind link was only a curse. It could be torturous to be so close to your soulmate but have no real way of coming into contact with them, having to rely on fate to bring you together.
To you, however, it was exciting. You were practically bouncing off the walls! Most of the people around you had found their soulmates and never failed to tell you how incredible it’d been to hear their voice for the first time - you were ready to have a similar story. Despite knowing that your soulmate may not yet be sixteen, you were feeling incredibly optimistic that the link would open any minute.
“Y/N,” Amber whined, a few minutes later. “Have you got anything yet?”
Biting your lip, you shook your head. “No, I’ll let you know if I-”
“Hi? Anyone…um, there?”
“-oh my god!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, eyes wide. “That was a voice! A voice,” you repeated, pointing at your forehead. “Amber, there was a voice in my head.”
The pic from 2x07 where Alec is giving the gift to Magnus.. Look where they are standing! And that one particular lovely pic where they're just about to kiss Alec is still standing IN THE SAME SPOT.. So does that mean the kiss will be initiated by Magnus? Yes please! 😍 Idk if this has already been noticed I was few hours away from tumblr and when I came back.. You probably know
OH MY GOD, ANON! I haven’t paid attention to this detail yet but I checked when I read your message. And now I am dead. I mean I kinda sure he does move a little bit forward towards Magnus but his position didn’t change that much. When Magnus definitely moved closer to Alec, right? Right???
So does this in fact mean that Magnus initiated this (thank you) kiss? Because if it does, I think I will be dying even more. This is everything I want! BYE!