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Just a Push

gif by @tomshollandss isn’t it beautiful

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter thinks he has discovered the key to predicting his crush’s mood just by looking at her. It’s a completely harmless investigation, until someone stumbles upon his notes and delivers an ultimatum which threatens to expose him.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: this was based on a stupid thing I told @thekillingquill and she said I should write a short blurb about it just because I’ve been in a slump. It’s literally the weirdest idea ever but here we are. She tricked me guys she bamboozled me into writing a full fic based off an offhand comment. She is devious, but I also owe her a huge thanks for beta-ing this and getting me out of my funk. Sorry if it’s not great friends

I present to you: ZipperFic version 3.01

{ Also: N.B. is used in here to denote the Latin phrase Nota Bene, which basically means take note <3 }

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  • Adolin: That's okay! We all have skeletons in our closets.
  • Sadeas' body: *falls out of Adolin's closet*
  • Adolin: SOME SKELETONS ARE FRESHER THAN OTHERS
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halloween meme; the book of life (2014) dir. jorge r. gutiérrez
“the world keeps spinning, and the tales keep turning, and people come and people go, but they’re never forgotten. and the one truth we know, it held true one more time… that love, true love, the really, really good kind of love never dies.”

I call this one: Yet another fictional character broke up with me and I’m still in denial about that

*throws happy Mirana and the idiot doctor in everyone’s face*

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Friendly Neighborhood Babysitter

“A solo mission?” Peter echoes, hardly containing his excitement. “Where am I going? Who am I stopping?”

“Uh, it’s domestic,” Tony says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Very domestic. No suit required.” 

Pepperony Week 2017, Day 3: Family/kids

(also read on ao3 or ffn) // (read prev. pepperony week 2017 works here)

“Mr. Stark, I’m ready for the mission!”

Peter stands before Tony, suited up and beaming. He holds his mask in his hands, placed proudly on his hips. The sound of a quinjet taking off outside the facility fills the brief silence between them, which Tony breaks with a laugh.

“Oh, right, mission,” he says, snapping his fingers. “Your solo mission.”

“A solo mission?” Peter echoes, hardly containing his excitement. “Where am I going? Who am I stopping?”

“Uh, it’s domestic,” Tony says, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Very domestic. No suit required.”

“No suit?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “What kind of mission—“

“Oh, Peter’s here!”

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