my only christ

Is This My Shirt?

Peter Parker (Marvel):

Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter Y/N and Peter became good friends after Peter got recruited by Tony and Y/N always clean Peter’s wounds after a rough fight.

A/N: This was neither requested nor planned but I wrote this a few days ago because I just love the combination of Peter Parker and Tony Stark. Maybe I’ll write a second part… so tell me if you like it.

Feel free to send in requests! :)


I woke up to a knock and snuggled my face into the pillow, groaning. I heard the knock again, quicker and louder this time.
I groaned again, stretching my limps before looking to the glass door to the balcony.

I saw Spiderman leaning against it, waving slightly and taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful face. Standing up, I realised that I was only wearing my father’s shirt that covered most of me.

I hesitated but went over to the door, shoving it to the side to open it and Peter fell into my arms, groaning loadly before I could greet him.
“Peter!”, I gasped quietly as I tried to hold his body with my small arms.

“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N. It’s just…”, he began rather loudly, as he pulled himself back, “I, uh, was… there was this guy again…”
“Shhh. My parents are asleep.”, I explained quietly and while he rambled on, my eyes found his black eye and the cuts in his face which I hadn’t noticed before. My hand reached up to his face, my fingertips carefully drawing over the cuts. He shut up the second my fingers touched his skin.

“Oh, God, Peter… are you hurt somewhere else?”, I asked him and he nodded, his hand tracing over his chest down to his stomach.

Without hesitation I pressed the metal spider on his chest making the fabric go loose and sliding down his shoulders. “What the hell? How do you…?”, he exclaimed quietly, grabbing the suit and holding it, not wanting to stand in front of me with only his boxers on. My eyes instantly shot a brief glance on his abs before I looked him in the eyes.

“Come on, Peter, I helped dad while he worked on the suit. I know more about it than you do.”, I laughed softly, but got quiet when I took a closer look to his chest. There was a huge cut over his whole chest and several smaller ones over his stomach.

“Shit.”, I mumbled, pulling him towards my bed and pressing him down, “Let’s take this off and then I’m going to-” “No, wait.”, his hands firmly grabbing mine which were about to take off his suit completely.

“What are doing?”, Peter wanted to know,his voice shaking slightly. “Don’t be so shy, I’ve seen you shirtless before. And honestly, Peter, I’m not wearing a lot more clothes than you.”, I grinned at him but he only looked more shocked.

“That’s not helping…”, he muttered and sighed, “I… I can take it off myself.”

I only nodded, leaving him in my room and quietly wandering through the hallway to get to the bathroom and take a wet cloth.

Getting back to my room, Peter still sitting on my bed, I closed the door. His head turned to look at me, giving me a cute, little smile as I approached him.

Neither of us said a word as I pushed him down on my bed, laying on his back. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned his wounds.
I was hovering above him, being really near his face while I examined his black eye.

He shut his eyes while I traced over the cuts on his face and he flinched everytime, suppressing a groan and probably thinking about how he got all the cuts.

I couldn’t help but let my fingers roam through his brown curls, feeling him tense up. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re safe here.”, I whispered before pressing a long kiss on his cheek. His brown eyes widened instantly, staring into mine but his expression softened as I smiled at him before taking care of the cuts on his chest.

The only sounds that filled my room were his soft groans while I cleaned the huge, deep cut on his chest. It took me a while to finish my work and Peter’s chest had lifted and sank about a thousand times due to his heavy breathing.

But when I finished cleaning his wounds I wasn’t able to look away from his muscular body. I felt the unbearable urge to touch him and my hands reached out before my fingertips danced over his stomach and traced over his abs.

He was so beautiful, I was wondering if this was the body of a god. But one thing I knew for sure: this body took my breath away.

“What are you doing?”, I suddenly heard Peter’s deep voice and I jumped, pulling back my hand. I looked at him, feeling the heat in my face and opened my mouth to say something but no word left my lips.
I just hoped that he wasn’t able to see me blushing due to the dimmed light.

I cleared my throat when he sat up, looking at me with a flirty smile.
“Is there something else I can help with?”, I wanted to know, my voice even higher than usual.

He wanted to shake his head but then stopped, looking into my eyes all the time.
“Actually…”, he began, “I, uh, was- you know, wondering if I could… maybe stay here? I-I need… uh, I need cuddles. No, I’d like to… cuddle with you… if it’s fine.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. But you have to leave in the morning as soon as possible.” , I responded calmy, though I was a excited mess on the inside. I gave him a slight smile before standing up. “You want a shirt?”, I continued, making my way over to the wardrobe and turning on the light.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”, he said and came over to me into the wardrobe, where I had taken off my father’s shirt, not expecting him to follow me and now standing in front of him with only my underwear.

“Jesus Christ! I’m so sorry!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back against the wall. I randomly picked a shirt before pulling it over my head and took a comfy pair of shorts, putting it on as well.

Peter was still shocked but his gaze was glued to the ground, his face as red as his suit. “Here, put this on.”, I mumbled, ignoring the embarrassing scene and pressing my father’s shirt that I had worn before to his chest.

I turned off the light of the wardrobe, laying down in my bed and waiting for Peter to join me. I watched him, putting on the shirt which was a bit too big for him, as well. “This is weird. I’m wearing Mr. Stark’s shirt…”, he mumbled as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling. “Would you prefer sleeping naked?”, I chuckled and he smirked. “Maybe.”, he flirted and looked at me briefly but turned to look at the ceiling again.

I watched him from the side, admiring his facial features “What?”, he breathed, noticing my staring. “I thought you needed cuddles.”, I whispered back and a smile formed on his lips.

There wasn’t another word spoken. He just wrapped his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, my forehead against his head and my hand on my father’s shirt that hid his abs.

My heart beat quickly, while his fingertips traced over my upper arm and I tried to stay awake, wanting to live every second of this. But I was surrounded by his intoxicating scent, the warmth coming from him and our comfy position made me fall asleep almost instantly.

I woke up to the light getting turned on and Peter sitting up but I only groaned, not being awake enough to process what was happening. “Uh, Y/N?”, I heard Peter’s rough voice.
“Peter, it’s too cold without your hot body.”, I mumbled, “Why did you turn on the light?”

I felt him shake my arm and I sat up now, as well, my arm brushing his. I wanted to snap at him but then I noticed my father standing in the door frame. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Peter, his eyes filled with panic.

“I repeat: What the hell is going on?”, he wanted to know, his arms folded in front of his chest, a strict look on his face.
“Mr. Stark, I swear, we didn’t-”, Peter started and my dad scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. And hands off of my daughter!”

Peter scooted away from me, taking his warmth with him. “Dad, we were only-”, I began but he interrupted me.

“From this moment on, there’s a line.”, he said after a deep sigh, approaching us. “Dad.”, I moaned but he ignored me.
“Talking, hanging out, hugging. All fine with me, but that’s it. Nothing more than hugging. Understood?”

Peter nodded quickly, “Of course, Mister Stark.”
“Now, get out of this bed, kid.”, my dad sighed and Peter did as he was told, picked up his Spiderman suit and stood in front of him, ready to leave.

“Wait, is this my shirt?”, my dad wanted to know and Peter nodded slowly. “Do you want me to give it back?”, Peter’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.

My dad shook his head, “God, no, just keep it.”

Part 2

endingthemes replied to your post: Music MemeTagged by the sweet cinnamon…

so i was going through nodding my head at the cherik-ness of this list until i saw the real slim shady and now the image of rapper!charles will not leave my mind lol

oM G

(here’s the song)



When I was a kid, I thought Team Magma was a team of devil worshipers due to their horned hoods and red outfits. (I totally didn’t think they were evil geologists) My sister asked her boyfriend if he liked ‘pirates’ or ‘satanists’ more in order to choose what version of oras to give him. So that’s kinda why I drew them messing with a ouija board.

You got scars; I got scars too. The tissue will make us hard; the tears wash us anew. We are harder than doubt had bargained, but battling with the truth. Your scars are beauty marks, but don’t let ‘em define you. Breathe. (x)

I’m still utterly speechless. 

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Parks and Recreation: First Lines vs Last Lines


In a musical that is full of powerful songs, this is the one that is a sucker punch to my soul each time I hear it. I have to listen to it each Good Friday, there’s no other way around it. 


*yet more hannigram gifs* I should not find prison-whispering this hot…

do you think micolash thought he was from a different world. or like a great one reborn. i think so.


All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M.

Not to start anything but when are some h@lb@rry stans gonna talk about half their fandom hating/ being incredibly misogynistic to Iris & Carol (esp black Iris), which is why I & alot of people I know don’t ship it, check your fandom before you come after me

Bailee Madison is coming back to OUAT

Adam confirmed Bailee Madison is coming back to OUAT. (x)


Bailee’s 16 now, so there’s no way she can play a young Snow before she met Regina, which means she’s gonna probably play a teenager Snow, when Regina was already part of her family and her stepmother, so we could have young Snow and queen Regina scenes.





Married Life #2

You shut your eyes tightly and put your head down in expectation of some sort of anger. Silence was all you received as James was completely quiet and the only thing you could hear was his heavy breathing. You could not believe it! You had just told him you were pregnant with his child and he had not batted an eye.

‘Well then again he is a psycho murderer’ You thought morbidly while you wanted to scold yourself for marrying him in the first place! Your thoughts were interrupted by James’ sudden speech.

“I assume it is my child?” He spoke slowly. Annoyance shot right through you as you processed the stupidity of his words. Your face scrunched up in horror and you narrowed your eyes as you shouted angrily.

“WHAT? Of course it’s your baby James! Why would you even ask that? You’re my husband and my only sexual partner! Jesus Christ!”  You instantly regretted huffing out those last two words as James looked at you in anger. His eyes darkened and you felt incredibly afraid under his intense gaze. James spoke in a quiet voice yet every word he said was coated in deep irritation.

“I am only taking the precautions I need to…my dear. After all, you weren’t exactly jumping for joy when we first got married. Surely my concerns are valid? But when you come here and have the nerve to say the name of God…the God I despise….lets just say you are making me very, very ANGRY!”

He screamed the last word and you flinched. The callous, cruel tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine and your eyes began to sting. You felt your throat dry up and you pressed your full lips together in a straight line. You sat in complete silence when suddenly James shot up from his seat, walked straight past you and opened the door.

“Leave.”The single word made you want to cry. You got up and walked straight out of his office with tears rolling down your cheeks.


You sat on your bed wondering what to do when James came back. You considered apologising but then you realised you hadn’t done anything wrong. You hadn’t meant to say the ‘forbidden words of God’ but they just slipped out and he had acted childishly. He was a grown man for pete’s sake and he couldn’t keep pushing you away! The truth was you had an incredibly volatile relationship and when you were not arguing you were having sex. On the night of your marriage James made love to you and convinced you to be his but he only just fought with you instead. You were somewhat in love with him but couldn’t stand his psychopathic tendencies. Of course, they were moments where he a kind gentleman and swept you off your feet but they were short- lived and left you wanting more. You just got more and more angry as you thought about your marriage.

“In every marriage do people fight! Good ol’ Jimmy’s just going to have to get over it. I mean how many times can you throw your weight around before it gets old- I’m sick of it!” You spoke to yourself in an attempt to rile yourself up.

“You honestly feel that way?” James’ deep voice rang through the room. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard him come in. You were taken by surprise by his presence but you weren’t going to show it.

“Yes James I do. You really hurt me today! I’m pregnant with your child and then you ask silly questions like that? I have devoted my life to you and accepted you despite your ‘occupation’ yet you always  -”

“Do not speak to me in such a way Y/N. I am the man of the house and you will listen to me!” James was getting irritated and you loved every moment of it. It was about time you told him what for and you were feeling particularly brave tonight. 

“Well there we go again with the whole control thing! Get a grip because no one gives a damn about your masculinity!” 

You knew you had struck a nerve as he grit his teeth and his eyes widened. He walked towards you and gripped you face by your cheeks.

“I have given you everything you ungrateful little brat! I love you and you still treat me with such disrespect. I provide for you and yet you still decide you give me such attitude. Tell me, do you have a death wish?” He whispered dangerously.

“Go ahead- kill me! See how far it gets you James.” You growled with malice dripping from every word. 

James suddenly kissed you hard and you bit down on his lip in anger. He broke away and hissed in pain; blood dripping down his chin. You looked at each other and lust clouded your judgement as you walked forward and began to unbutton his shirt; gaining a pleased chuckle from him.

You two were doomed in your vicious cycle of murder, sex and arguments.

Hi my loves! I was catching up on AHS and now I have I’m ready to post! Tell me what you think and as usual be sure to make requests. I love you alll and thank you for being so patient with me. -Mavis

god my parents did some fucked up shit to me growing up that i’m just remembering now. i’ve had anxiety/stomach problems since i was young, like probably 10 or 11 (which was recently diagnosed as an autoimmune disorder) and my parents always thought i was faking. eventually they took me to the doctor and i got prescribed an anti-nausea pill to take daily. it helped me tremendously because i didn’t always feel like i was on the verge of puking.

one day my parents decide to switch them out with sugar pills without telling me because they were SURE i was faking. i started getting sick again and i was so fucking confused, i didn’t understand. i didn’t tell them because they never took me seriously and idk??? i was a little kid. one day they said “we’re taking you off the pills” and i was crying because why would they do that?? so i went a few days without taking anything and they’re like “how do u feel” and i was like “worse”

and they were like “we replaced them with sugar pills last week so you’re LYING! we knew you didn’t ACTUALLY need them!!!” (and so so much implication i was only doing this for attention or to seem “special”)

dude what kind of fuckt up shit honestly…. that’s gotta qualify as some sort of abuse??

pet names to call clarke griffin- a guide by commander lexa

• clarKe - she likes how i pronounce her name. off to a good start.
• dog - not literal pets, indra, thank you.
wanheda - too aggressive
• mountain slayer - perhaps it is best i do not make clarke cry
• sugarplum - indra, what is a sugar plum?
• my sweetheart - no, indra will laugh at me
• my Queen - we aren’t married yet
• babe - she isn’t an infant
princess - no, never
• griffin - too formal. she is not a soldier.
• honey - shof op, indra 
• sky girl - indra, that’s an awful suggestion
• blondie - too specific. thank you, octavia.
• my love - no. love is weakness. this would make no sense. indra, why are you laughing? indra? what is funny?
• daddy - what– who let raven in my tent? indra! escort raven outside! clarke is not my father!
• jesus christ - only in the bedr– indra, look away, i’m writing
• dr. griffin - too similar to her mother
• my moon and stars - lincoln, how romantic. this will not lift the bounty on your head, however. guards!
• clarke of the sky people - no, that’s just as terrible as indra’s suggestion. sorry indra.
• feudal lord - perhaps another name only to be used in the bedroom. indra, for goodness sake, avert your eyes.
• clarke kom skikru - clarke tells me this ‘turns her on’- but it confuses me, because she is not an electrical appliance. indra, hand me the trigedasleng dictionary, please. now, let’s see… ahh. interesting. i arouse her. indra, stop laughing at me!
• ambassador - too formal.
• clarke the husband - i do not understand. 
• master - clarke is not my master, who suggeste– raven! i have already told you to leave my tent!