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i used to romanticize the shit out of everything and it wasn’t until recently that i realized; no one is going to swoop in with a cape and save me from jumping off the tallest building. nobody is going to drive to my house at 2am just to wipe away my tears and that’s okay. i am wearing a cape too, i can save myself, i can wipe away my tears. i fell in love with the idea of having a hero but what i failed to realize is that i can be my own hero when everyone else is too busy to see me falling. and yes, there will be times where other people save you and that’s okay. just make sure at the end of the day you’re still wearing a cape too.

Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2

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Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…


“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit


Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…


You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

And i hope that when it’s 3am and i cross your mind, you feel like you jumped off the highest building and your ribs crack from the fall. And I hope when restlessness is your only companion, you think of me. And as you think of me you realise the beauty of heartbreak, the beauty that I felt for years.
And I hope you fall into piles of regrets and break the spine you never had, and I hope you rummage through your closet looking for pieces of me when someone asks how I’m doing. And I hope you find my first hand written letter to you and you get poisoned with the sweetness and genuineness of the words. And i hope your wounds remain raw long enough for you to realise, to never break another heart, to never betray another love. And I hope that you stare into your reflection in the mirror and you see a tear streaking down your cheek. And I hope that your inflated pride shatters from the weariness of your soul and I hope that the next person that comes to your life, keeps you in your place, unlike me. I hope she doesn’t make the same mistakes that I did.
—  i wish you hell
“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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“Oh hey Peter, glad I caught you!” You smiled as you grabbed said brunette’s arm, he was obviously in a rush to leave the school grounds. He turned around and smiled that warm grin you loved, making you drop his arm and a blush to rise to your cheeks. It had been at least a year since you have had realised you had a crush on your childhood best friend and downstairs neighbor Peter Parker. Although from the way he acted, you assumed he had a crush on someone else (Probably Liz Allen, you had spent countless hours listening to him ramble on about her). Although up until this point you had tried to stop the onslaught of teenage hormones, in a sudden change of your own heart you decided to at least try and get him in a date like situation with you.

“Oh hey (Y/N), sorry I was going to walk back to building with you but something came up. Make it quick alright,” He tried to continue smiling but you saw the anxious look on his face, how could you miss it. Fearing the worst, like he had a date, you fought off the butterflies in your stomach as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh yeah sorry to keep you waiting, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my apartment on Friday night. My parents don’t mind and I was gonna order some pizza,” You trailed off, watching as a smile engulfed his face. A feeling of hope bubbled in you, maybe he didn’t have a date, maybe you did have a chance!

“Sounds great, maybe we could invite Ned over. He told me the other day he hasn’t seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies yet, so maybe we can marathon those,” He beamed with his usual optimism, making your own smile drop. You got the signal that he obviously wasn’t interested in you and quickly returned a fake smile to your face.

“Great Idea, I’ll text him tonight and ask. C’mon let’s go, I have a lot of homework to do,” You hurried Peter, walking onto the street surrounding the school. Peter watched after you carefully before cautiously following. He had no idea why you were upset but he definitely wasn’t happy about it.

~*~

Peter had quickly suited up once he had gotten into his room and told Aunt May he was slogged with homework. That would hopefully keep her distracted for long enough. His phone had alerted him to a bank robbery in the area, and he was quick to swing into action. Still his interaction with you today was on his mind. His (H/C) haired best friend that was with him through thick and thin. You had never directly asked him more than 2 hours prior to a casual movie and pizza night, so maybe something was special about this Friday night. He was jumping from building to building when it finally hit him.

“OH GOD SHE WAS ASKING ME ON A DATE!” He yelled into the air. A couple of members of the public looked at the masked hero, he sure seemed underqualified for the job of saving the city now.


So this happened 

anonymous asked:

Have you met Arin Hanson in person?

only once. the night he killed my father.

he locked eyes with me as he leaped onto the windowsill with an inhuman crouch. his body was not of a man’s, but of a spider’s. his head swiveled on an axis as his torso faced towards the outside, yet his cold gaze still met mine.

before he launched out the window and into the night, jumping from building to building with unnatural speed, he said to me;

“think twice the next time you type mean comments in the youtube comments section. im bad at video games, but at least my dad wasnt murdered just now.”

and like that, he was gone.

Brotherhood Suits vs Real Life

I have been told this a couple times that these suits don’t exist and are silly.

Well they’re right to a point. Those specific model of suits don’t actually exist but they’re updated based upon 1950′s and 1960′s pressure or g-suits.

These suits were designed to combat the high g forces that pilots were subjected to. The suit itself maintains pressure on the body to force blood to not pool in the limbs and keep as much of an even bloodflow as possible.

This really makes a lot of sense in the context of Fallout. Power Armor is a suit that you pilot and it is subject to a hell of a lot of g’s from jumping off a building to taking a hit from a Death Claw or a Missile. You’re suddenly hit with a ton of g’s that can really wreck your day. The suits are pretty much a necessity for pilots of Power Armor.

After explaining this to someone they then told me that the orange or pink version never existed.

Really? Half the suits Nasa uses are orange and if you need further proof that odd colors existed here’s a gold one.

This also explains why there are so many pilot helmets to be found in the commonwealth. Fallout 4 overhauled the way Power Armor works and I think it’s honestly for the better because it’s a lot cooler to have you step into a suit of armor then to just throw it on.

dare - peter parker

Dare - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person 

Prompt: What happens when (Y/N) can’t refuse a dare, and she takes it too far?

a/n: THIS IS MY LONGEST IMAGINE YET AND I’M SO HAPPY WITH IT!! also thank you for all the love on my last 3 imagines! and yes, the ladder part is based on the scenes in nerve!


(Y/N) didn’t know how her reputation came about. It started as a single dare, to which she completed. The one dare turned into five, five turned into 15, and eventually turned into 154 completed dares. Every dare she finished, one of her friends took a picture. (Y/N)’s wall was full of pictures, each with a date and dare name.

Now she was in the same situation. (Y/N) was sitting in a room with her friends, playing the infamous truth or dare. It came to her turn and obviously she chose dare. It didn’t come as a surprise, yet everyone cheered. (Y/N)’s friend smirked and ushered her out of the room. Once (Y/N) was gone, her friends begun to discuss the dare.

Every time (Y/N) was assigned a dare, it was her friends’ mission to make sure she couldn’t complete it. They called (Y/N) back in the room and one friend stood, beginning to announce the dare. “You, (Y/N) (Y/L), have to meet and take a picture with…” they paused, “Spiderman.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes widen, and looked over to her friend Peter, who stood with a slight fear in his eyes, though she couldn’t pinpoint what the fear was for exactly. Nonetheless, she had to manage to track down, meet, and take a picture with Spiderman. Spiderman was elusive. Even though she lived in New York, (Y/N) had only ever seen him once. She didn’t even know what to do.

“How much time do I have?” (Y/N) asked, feeling anxiety bubbling in her stomach.

“You have,” The friend turned around and asked everyone else, “5 days.”

“5 days!?” (Y/N) was beyond livid, “You are fucking joking!”

“Sorry (Y/N), I guess you can’t complete this dare.” They said, smirking.


It had been three days already, and (Y/N) was getting desperate. She tried to do some petty crimes like stealing, but Spiderman wouldn’t come unless it was an emergency. (Y/N) figured he had better things to do than try and stop a high schooler from stealing.

Day four. She had one day left. Her reputation was on the line. Not only her reputation was, it seemed like her life was. Everything she had was built on this persona of fearlessness and bravery. Her friends, the way she carried herself, her confidence, even her family knew. It was pretty silly, but it was true.

She thought back to a previous dare. (Y/N) had jumped across from the roof of her apartment complex to another building. That was the first, and only, time she had seen Spiderman. He was there and jumped down, thinking she had been trying to commit suicide. It was actually his web, which had pushed her to the other building, that had helped her complete that dare.

She called up everyone and told them to meet her at her apartment building. And to bring a ladder. Everyone soon came, and (Y/N) explained the plan. She went to the top of the apartment complex and took the ladder. With help from friends on the other side, they steadied the ladder so it was suspended between the two buildings.

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No reason (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can u make one where Peter breaks up with the reader before he got his powers bc everyone told him the reader was too good for him and know that he’s got the powers he feels like his life would be perfect if only he was still with you so he seduces you with his powers


Softly whispering to himself words of encouragement, Peter looks at you, walking down the street with your earbuds in. He knows that what he is about to do isn’t perfect -you are probably going to be mad when you discover it is him, but he doesn’t know what do to apart from this.
He finally jumps off the building, quickly taking you in his arms as the webs support him and carry him through the city. He can hear your screams -he had given you no warning after all.
Sliding through the buildings and trying to decide which rooftop to land in, he makes sure not to let go of you as you slowly calm down.
He finally puts you down on top of a building, making sure not to unwrap the arm around your waist until you are finally standing on your own. He smiles through his mask at the way you have reacted.
He looks at you, expecting you to be smiling at meeting the masked superhero.
‘’What the hell were you thinking?’’ you shout, to his surprise. ‘’You think that just because you are a superhero you can do whatever you want? Are you crazy?’’
He doesn’t know what to say and starts stuttering.
‘’You could have killed me!’’ you scream. ‘’I didn’t ask you to take me in your arms as if I were a damsel in mistress! Who do you think you are?’’
‘’I…’’ he starts. ‘’I thought you would enjoy it. I have been watching you for afar and I just thought you were really pretty’’ he mutters.
‘’Well, thank you!’’ you shout, but he can tell you have calmed down, your cheeks red. ‘’That still gives you no right to do what you have done. And I could have a boyfriend, howsoever!’’
Peter is taken back from that and takes a step back, looking at you through his mask.
‘’Do you… Do you have a boyfriend?’’ he asks.
‘’No! Yes! I don’t know!’’ you scream, tugging at your hair. ‘’It’s complicated. He broke up with me for no reason.’’
He can tell you are hurt and walks up to you, hugging you. You put your head in his chest, breathing slowly.
‘’I’m sorry I grabbed you’’ he whispers, his lips pressed against your head. ‘’I’m also sorry that I broke up with you.’’
That makes you quickly move away from him, looking at him with wide eyes.
‘’Peter?’’ you ask softly.
He takes off his mask and runs his hand through his hair, raising his head slowly, afraid to look at you.
‘’I’m sorry I broke up with you’’ he says loud this time. ‘’Everyone at school kept saying how you were too good for me and I believed it, so I broke up with you; but then the craziest thing happened and I met the Avengers and I became friends with Tony Stark and… I don’t know. I suddenly grew more confident and I thought that having you by my side would be amazing. Mr. Stark told me that I should impress you with my powers, so that’s what I tried to do, but I didn’t really think it through.’’
You look at him in awe, trying to comprehend the situation.
‘’I can’t believe how stupid you are’’ you say, surprising Peter. ‘’I told you everyday that I loved you, yet you still decided to believe the people who told you you weren’t good enough? You are stupid, Peter Benjamin Parker’’ you say before walking up to him, kissing him softly.
The kiss only lasts a second, but Peter can already feel himself smiling.
‘’Does this mean I’m forgiven?’’ he asks, his forehead against yours.
‘’I guess so, asshole’’ you answer, laughing before pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.

College Confession #85

There are a lot of rock climbers who go to my college so climbing campus buildings and hanging out on roofs is pretty common. Well one night a kid made a plan to step it up a notch and haul a keg to the roof of the performing arts building. It’s a real modern looking building with this big pride rock looking thing jutting out from the edge of the roof, a perfect place from which to haul a keg up three stories. Amazingly, they were able to haul the keg up to the roof in no time flat. Well the party gets going and there are like 20 people up on this roof revelling in the success of their keg haul. 

The kid who’s whole idea this was, decides this is not enough. So he walks out hangs a rope from a point and decides to bungee jump off the building. He then ties into this rope with his harness and proceeds to jump off the building, falling in a graceful arching swing. But just as he does so, campus safety comes rolling around the corner. Imagine there surprise to see a student jumping off a three story building. Well the kid notices them, lowers himself to the ground and just takes off. Now the rest of the party is stranded on the roof, drunk, with a keg, and a lot of explaining to do. Or at least they would have been stranded had they not all been climbers. The ropes come out and the harnesses get donned as teams of two start rappelling off the roof of this building as it’s being surrounded by the cops. The cops were seriously unprepared for this and as they scrambled to locate the rappel point more ropes were tossed down and more students rappelled and escaped into the night. Finally, the cops made it through the building and on to the roof to find one poor remaining sole, one fairly empty keg, and the rope still dangling from pride rock.

Tl;Dr A bunch of rock climbers at my school hauled a keg to the roof of a building and had a party. One kid set up a rope swing and jumped off the roof alerting campus safety and the cops, but luckily everyone was prepared and rappelled off the roof, away from the cops, and into the night.

-University of Colorado 

Marinette Cake

Marichat May Day 2: Purring

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Summary: Chat Noir was very hungry.

And Marinette smelled nice.

Really, really nice.


Meant to be a short drabble, became longer and lead to an identity reveal. Oh well, it was fun to write. c: Hope you enjoy!


Chat Noir was just going home after a lunchtime akuma, and he was starving. He could feel his energy draining from him, and if it weren’t for the suit, he’d probably be collapsed somewhere, starving to death. Then he would die and his father would be arrested for parental neglect. Ladybug would never know what happened. His classmates would mourn…

Speaking of classmates.

He stopped on top of the school when he caught a glimpse of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, holding a sack of flour on her shoulders. She and her father seemed to be unloading some sacks from a delivery truck right outside their bakery. He watched as Marinette put down her sack next to a small towering pile and roll her shoulders as she entered the truck to grab another one, passing her father who had one sack on each shoulder.

He whistled as she easily hoisted another one on her shoulders, impressed. He never knew she was that strong. She always looked so small and soft that seeing her easily carry a sack of flour that was half her size and probably twice her weight was quite a nice surprise.

Chat Noir would be a terrible hero if he didn’t go down there to lend a helping paw. Maybe he could ask for a croissant as repayment. Just one. He was just so hungry, and they were nice people so they’d at least give him one, right?

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Naughty Student

Originally posted by ilivetolovetolearn

Characters: Y/n, Sam

Pairing: Sam x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Smut, pure 100% smut!! That’s all. Pussy eating, fingering, normal sex. Professor!Sam.

Word Count: 809

Summary: Professor Sam takes Y/n on his desk. 

A/N: Ok, request from @carbonated-beverage​-Could you write some smutty Professor!Sam or Stripper!Sam?? Or if possible a teen wolf/supernatural crossover that has Sam x Issac x Reader smut?? Went for Professor!Sam….just cos. It’s a bit short, hope u don’t mind!!! So, here it is. Hope u like it!  

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The professor gripped your waist, lifting you up and settling you on his desk.

“Spread your legs for me”.

You nodded, legs wide and open, pussy on display.

The professor hummed in appreciation, kneeling in front of you, face inches away from your wet heat.

“Good girl”.

He moved forward, his warm breath fanning over your pussy, making you squirm.

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theguardian.com
Man who saved two children from Manchester fire to be deported
Robert Chilowa, a Zimbabwean national, has been told there was ‘no case to answer’ for his case to stay and he must leave his house within 12 days
By Kevin Rawlinson

A man has been told he will be deported from the UK weeks after he saved two children from a house fire in Manchester. Robert Chilowa, who was commended by police for the rescue, said the order felt like a “slap in the face”. The Zimbabwean national was hospitalised for smoke inhalation after the fire at his neighbour’s house and says officials have now also told him he cannot use the NHS. “I did a great job but now what they are saying is, ‘Get lost’,” he said on Friday. “Friends said, ‘When are you going to see the Queen? When are you going to be knighted?” Chilowa ran out of his house barefoot when he heard screams in the early hours of 10 February. A girl who had jumped from the building told him her siblings were still inside. Fighting the heat and smoke, he called up and told the two youngsters to jump and he would catch them.

BambiBaby_666

Summary: You’re a cam girl who ‘somehow’ managed to convince your neighbour Simon and his friend Negan to make a surprise appearance on your cam show, after a night of long drinking of course. A week after the wonderful experience, you decide to watch the show on your own to let off some built-up steam. (Pre-Apocalypse)

Pairing: Negan x Reader x Simon

Word Count: 4,098 (Got carried away, sorry!)

Type: One shot, smut

Warnings: Pre-Apocalypse, unprotected sex, swearing, excessive drinking, explicit smut, voyeurism, masturbation.

Rating: NSFW

Fic Notes: Long passages of italics are flashbacks/memories, block quotes & italics together are what’s happening on screen.

Italics

Block Quotes & italics 

Author’s Notes: Heya, here is my submission for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan Writing Challenge Round 2! My Prompt was Negan x OC x Simon. I decided to write some awesome smutty three way – are my voyeurism and masturbation kinks showing? For some reason, I was super nervous about this because it was my first time writing with flashbacks ect… Please feel free to give me feedback!

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You lay in bed, laptop resting on a pile of pillows as you scroll through your Tumblr dashboard. The occasional porn gif or image sprouting its head, buried between pictures of cats and the odd aesthetic nature photograph. Your mind wondered to the two people you had been thinking about most the week, Simon and Negan. It had been 1 week since your sensual encounter with them. You hadn’t uttered a word to them since, although there were some sneaky winks and side eyes from Simon’s window that looked onto your balcony – there was never a follow up fuck.

Whether it had been the alcohol that made you instigate the three-way or your dire need to be well and truly fucked, you hadn’t built up the same amount of courage to re-do the wonderful experience. Both Simon and Negan were intimidating in every way possible, and although you always try to come across as confident and in control, those two seemed to steal those traits away from you without even trying.


“Y’know they say drinking alone is an early sign of being a fucking alcoholic.”

Perking up from the hard-wooden chair on your balcony and looking up over the rim of your glass you see Simon’s friend, Negan. He seems to have opened the window of Simon’s apartment that overlooks your small balcony.

“Well, shit. I don’t want that – Guess I need some drinking buddies to downplay this depressing situation?” You yell back, swallowing the rising burp that was in your throat.

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I admire people who are brave. Not jumping out of a plane or saving someone from a burning building brave – you don’t have to do something that extreme to earn my respect.
No, I admire people who are brave at everyday things; like the joker who pulls silly faces and risks looking stupid just to make someone laugh or the introvert who plucks up the courage to start a conversation with a stranger… or anyone who is foolish enough to love me. That is bravery… because anyone who loves me puts their heart on the line over and over until I wonder why they bother.
Because whilst I may have so much love in my heart – more than you could ever imagine – I show so little of it because unlike the people I admire so much, I am not brave. Not even a little.
I build walls out of awkwardness because I’m afraid of intimacy. I hide behind illusions of aloofness and indifference because in actuality, I feel so incredibly deeply that I am terrified to show even a little of it in case everything comes pouring out and I’m unable to stop.
And that is why I admire anyone who is brave enough to be vulnerable… to be who they are in spite of the hurt… because it is a strength I do not possess but wish desperately that I did if only so I could show those closest to me just how loved they truly are. So I suppose in a way, this is a love letter to the people in my life…
This is how someone who isn’t brave says “I love you too”…
Love Live! Sunshine!! things that kill me

• Riko literally stripping in front of Chika in the very first scene they have together??

• the quiet “zura” right before Ruby starts freaking out in the first episode

• “oh no she’s brain damaged”

• smol Zuramaru and the motion detector lights

• it’s joke

• Riko literally breaking down a wall and proceeding to jump from the balcony of one two story building to another

• tiny Yohane hitting a tree with a stick for no apparent reason and falling down

• You having a hat that says “YOU” on it

• Hanamaru showing up to the beach at 4:00 AM

• Riko actually literally saying “I love you” while holding Chika’s hands during the sunrise

• “sTOP IT PULL YOUR SKIRT DOWN”

it’s joke

• the fucking Tokyo outfits (the original ones especially)

• “I’ll do my Rubesty”

• You Watanabe + glasses??

• Mari comically tripping face-first into concrete during the most dramatic scene in the series

• Riko screaming like the lipstick les she is when her fanfic falls out of her locker

• all that damn Kanamari angst

• all that damn Kanamari flirting

it’s joke

Wait, for how long?

Peter Parker x (f) reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: Nah

Summary: y/n and Peter had been hiding their secrets from each other, they both work for the Stark Internship, but they don’t know until one night they caught the same criminals they were going after. (No spoilers for hoco)

Word Count: 1610

Warnings: No, but there’s fluff! And shitty writing!

A/N: Thank you for taking your time to read this! Feed back is always nice!

Originally posted by koenigreus

“Hey Y/N!" She looked away from her locker and turned her head to the left and saw Peter and Ned "Hey boys! What’s up?” “Nothing, really. I was going to ask if you’re busy tonight?” Ned asked “Yeah, sorry… It’s this internship thing that I have to go to after school, I’m coming home late tonight,” Y/N said with a hint of sadness “But you’re always there! C'mon, hang out with us for once! It’s been two weeks y/n!” Ned told her “But this internship is so important to me! I’ll make it up to you guys okay? Just not this week, I’m really busy.” She grabbed her bag after packing everything and closed her locker while Peter and Ned stood there, she looked back at them with confusion “Did I come off too harsh?” She asked in a worried tone “N-no, you’re fine. We’ll see you soon, yeah?” Peter said blushing "Thank you guys, sorry. This week isn’t for me.“ She gave them a hug and left.

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"Peter, there’s a new super hero roaming around the city, have you heard about that?” Ned asked, they were over at Peter’s house “Yeah, briefly. I heard about how they can just fly in the air, also they have super strength, and they can also run really fast… That’s really cool." He said while drinking water "They figured out that it’s a girl that helps out late at night” Ned casually said, Peter spat out his water “Wait, wait, do you think-” “That it’s Y/N? Nah dude, she always at the "internship” thing, but on weekends she just stays home and read. So that’s obviously not her,“ Ned continued "But also, given more thought about it… Holy shit, Peter I think you’re right!” He whispered shouted “Don’t get your hopes up, it’s obviously not her,” Peter got up from his seat and threw the water bottle in the trash “That would be interesting though.”

***

Y/N was on a roof of an apartment and looked around to see if there was any trouble, she felt bad for not hanging out with Peter and Ned but the “internship” which was actually Starks Internship, she didn’t want Peter to know because he might freak out.

She saw a black van driving in the street she was in, it looked very suspicious to her and decided to follow it, she jumped from building to building ‘til the van stopped… At an alley way “Gotta check this one out.” She whispered to herself and jumped off the building.

It was a five minuet walk-well for her, it’ll take ten minuets for regular people- she eventually got to her destination but quickly hid behind a dumpster but scrunched her face “Ugh, gross.” She plugged her nose “Never mind, I can taste it.” She whispered to herself, she eventually saw what them, it was a small group of five men,  she saw them carrying guns they pulled out of the van “Now or never, they should be here soon.” she heard one of them, Y/N got up from her position and started walking “HEY FELLAS!” she yelled out and opening her arms “Come back from a costume party?” One of them said and they all laughed “Don’t disrespect the cat suit, Mr. Stark wont be pleased.” She said while adjusting her mask that covered her  "The hell does Stark have to do with this?“ "You said if I came back from a costume party… So?” “Quit being a smart ass kid” Y/N laughed and shook her head “What? It’s the best I can do in a shitty world, eh?” One of the men started walking up to her and she started walking closer “You’re pretty short” He said, Y/N punched him straight in the face and he flew away “And? What does height have to do with my fighting sk-” She ducked and kicked the other guy off his feet “What the he-” she kicked him in the face and he was knocked out “Three more to go.” She said, she picks up the third guy and throws him away and hits a wall, but the second and last brought out their guns and took them off safety “Oh shit…” Before anything could happen, she saw someone in a red and blue suit “Holy shit, it can’t be!” she saw the last two get taken down by webs and she was too stunned to even help.

***

After the men have been captured, Spider-Man and Y/N were sitting at the edge of her building, questioning to herself in her head“Why does he know where I live?”

“That was amazing what you did out there! How? It’s my first time seeing you in action!” He said “I mean, I was trained hard enough to do my best late at night, defeating these horrible people… But I knew that van looked suspicious so I had to do something,” She continued “Were you going after them as well?” “Yeah actually, good thing I came just in time.” They both laughed “Yeah, thankfully you did.” She stood up and walked around the roof in the nice cool air “I know you can take care of yourself, but how awesome would it be? To fight against these people? Together?” “I would like that idea, but then again, I like working on my own.” Spider-Man looked at her suspiciously because he noticed her hair looked familiar “Wait, do you know anyone from M-” Before he could finish, Y/N  quickly took him down and was sitting on him “Who the hell are you?” “Who the hell are you?” he replied “Quit being a smart ass, who are you?” “I’m Spider-Man?” Then it hit her, the voice sound so familiar “Wait a minuet? No, wait-Peter? Is that you?” “W-who’s Peter?” “Ugh, seriously?” “What’s the matter, Y/N?” Spider-Man took off his mask “Surprise?” “Asshole!” She hit his chest “What the hell? My hair is that noticeable to you?” “Yeah, also the lips.” Then he noticed that it sound to weird “Sorry…” He blushed, Y/N lifted her mask and placed it beside her “Uhh… Y/N, you’re still on my lap.” “O-Oh, sorry.” She was about to get off 'til he gripped her hips and he sat up and reached her level “I don’t mind though.” “But we’re on a roof…” He held her closer and lay his head on her chest and she played with his hair “Let’s go inside.”

***

Peter hid his suit under Y/N’s bed and they both lay on it “Does Ned know?” “Yeah, he found himself when I climbed in.” We both laughed “We were guessing that you were the new hero, and I guess I was right.” “I need to upgrade so I wont be that noticeable, it would be nice.” She got up from her bed and tossed Peter one of her unisex shirts for him to wear “You don’t have to wear it, but if you don’t feel a little cold, go ahead.” “Thanks.” He quickly put his shirt on, he was only in his boxers when he took off his suit, but Y/N felt bad because it was a little cold tonight, “Tomorrow’s Saturday, have any plans?” He asked “No, I was planning on to read for a good few hours but I think I might hangout with you? Care to stay for the night? You can call you aunt, it’s only,” She looked at her digital clock “11:15 pm.”

***

Peter ended up staying for the night at her house Y/N’s parents were staying overnight at their jobs so she let him stay, even though her parents adore him, he never stayed over to sleep “So, you’re "internship”,  what is it?“ Peter asked "Oh, it’s the Stark Inter-” “NO WAY! I do that as well! Wait, for how long?” He said in excitement “Really?! Uh, for a few months… Wow, can’t wait 'til Tony hears about this!” They were both laughing and creating scenarios about it “That was a good laugh.” “Yes, yes it was. I’m glad you got to stay over tonight.” Peter rested his head on his hand and looked at Y/N and smiled at her “What is it?” She asked quietly “N-nothing, you’re just very beautiful.” He said while his face was turning red “Where did all your confidence go when we were on the roof?” He gave her a shocked expression “Just kidding, don’t worry about that Parker. But I do have something to say…” “What is it?” She sat up a little bit and whispered in his ear “I adore you, I would love to spend the rest of my days with you. Work with you, y'know helping others out, doing our city a favour… I kind of love you.” She turned her head a slowly gave him a peck on the cheek, Peter held her waist and put his head on her shoulder. He had nothing to stay, he was amazed at what she had said. He looked up at her and smiled “I kind of love you as well…” They both slowly leaned in and their lips touched, Peter pulled her close and ended up sitting on his lap as they kissed further, Y/N put her arms around his neck while he held her waist a little tighter. They pulled apart slowly and they were both a blushing mess “Wow.” She whispered “Yeah, guess you can say that.” She looked up at him “Guess we can say we’re something?” “That we’re together? Because I’d love for you to be my girlfriend, so, Y/N?” “Yes…” She led him on “Would you do the honour and be in a relationship with me?” She chuckled lightly “Absolutely.” And she pulled him into another kiss.

a psychopath walks into a bar
he buys her a drink
they skip the small talk
he asked her
do you love to watch the stars?
stranger, stranger
I don’t know you, but
I’m looking for affection
she doesn’t know if
he’s the right direction
or the wrong turn
but she hydroplanes into
midnight skies
two blunts too strong
two shots too long
a bottle of pills will get you right
a bottle of pills will get you writing–
he’s not crazy, but the doctors
says his brain might just be lazy
won’t configure those thoughts right
these pills will get you right
but you won’t sleep tonight
maybe not for a week,
it’s okay I’ll take anything
just to ease the way,
if it’s a label,
I’ll sign my heart right there
wherever it hurts the most–
empty my blood
into things that I don’t understand
which way is out
if I’ve been living my
whole life backwards?
he tells her about a friend
of a friend– he died last year
because he couldn’t get over
losing his first born,
they said he jumped from
this very building
that we’re watching the stars from
she asks him why
why did he do it?
sometimes we don’t have
all of the answers,
I think he was meaning to fly
away from all of it–
they say death is just a chapter
that we can’t read,
like it’s braille or something,
like how love makes us blind–
she says but this is all too much
why are talking in metaphors anyway?
you know, I like answers–
she went back to the same bar
a year later and it was just her
she never left the building
but he did,
she called the ambulance
but they said that he died
instantly–
some words are freakish,
she doesn’t buy anything
instantly anymore–
she doesn’t fall in love so quickly,
she doesn’t talk so quickly,
she doesn’t drink so quickly,
it’s always wine.
let it simmer,
let it soak.
the psychopath
was her high school lover
and they finally met up for a drink–
serendipity.
some says he wasn’t the same
when she left town
and in truth,
he never changed,
but all the people are made out of knives
and that…. that, my friends,
is why he finally took his own life
—  emotions that we’ve killed