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i felt like i was left at the altar

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! :)

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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 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)

RUDE

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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.

ok but no really this is how i thought costis kinda looked before thick as thieves

hOW HE REALLY LOOKS??

those anons about frank being an addict have really fucked me up ngl

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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imhereimqueerandiwannagohome  asked:

Okay so Joseph's family is just one big biblical reference, yeah? Mary and Joseph, Chris, Christie, and Christian. But Crish? Nah... my headcanon is that Joseph wanted to name Crish Jesus, but Mary quantum flipped her shit because "WE ARE NOT HAVING A CHILD NAMED JESUS, JOSEPH".

Oh my God. Have you seen this comic, though, like personally that’s my favorite way of thinking about this terrible naming scheme!

However, I also think it may have been a bit of a play on how Catholic families name their kids? Like I have three relatives that are directly related, as in mother and daughters okay, and their names are Maria, Mary, and AnnaMaria - there’s also two brothers that are ‘John’ and ‘Johnathon’ in my family as well. Joseph seems written to be more protestant, but honestly all they really sell him as is ‘Christian™’ so who knows.

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anonymous asked:

Do you ship jalec cause you hate Malec?

Hi! No, not at all.

I don’t ship Jalec because I hate Malec, nor do I feel the need to hate on Malec to justify my love for Jalec.

I don’t even particularly hate it, to be honest. I’m just not feeling it. I mean, I started watching the show because of cute Malec gifsets (I think it was around the time 1x07-ish was airing on tv?), and I’ve said this a thousand times, by the 4th episode I was like ‘’da fuq? Where did all this Jalec gloriousness come from? Why are these two in love? Why is nobody talking about this?’’ And that’s how my Jalec love started, all their backstory and angst and Alec’s unrequited love but also Jace’s heart-eyes-that-I-still-don’t-get made them my otp.

Pretty soon I did start disliking Malec cause back in season 1 Magnus was acting all entitled to Alec and there was that cringeworthy moment with Alec asking Magnus what he wanted in return for helping Izzy and Magnus said ‘’you’’ and like…ugh. But no, I don’t hate them. I think they’ve shaped up to be your run of the mill insta-love, and on that front Clace is worse (Clace makes me cringe, tbqh). And the writing for Jalec itself has been horrid at times. Like with the fact that Alec can feel it when Jace cuts his hand but Alec could be facing a troll and three Balrogs and Jace would be mooning over Clary. But then you get Jace doing everything in his power to reach sleeping beauty and ~bring him to life and…yeah. Shitty writing all around.

If we’re gonna look at the writing I think every shipper can find a gazillion reasons to ship their otp and a gazillion reasons not to. It’s just that kind of thing :P (Which makes me so mad cause I love the actors and characters so much and the show could!be!so!great!).

Therefore, I just happened to love Jalec before Malec even had a chance with me. Even though I started watching the show for Malec in the first place. And right now I’m okay with Malec (’’i’m okay’’ = I tolerate it cause well, they do have a lot of issues - it’s just that everything in this show has issues aka bad writing, so I can’t really base my dislike on actual canon cause actual canon fucks everything up, pretty much), they’ve been kinda okay this season, but it’s still insta love and needs sooo much development, whereas Jalec already HAS all the development in the world and the writers just aren’t doing anything with it - until they remember to re-enact Sleeping Beauty and kill us all, that is.

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

I was the seven year old in
The third row with the dirty
Hair, alone, I was the acolyte
Who lit the candles and ate

Grape juice and bread chunks
For breakfast, the body of
Christ my only sustenance.
Sunday school, hymns and

Earnest prayers for better days.
It’s hard to hear the voice of
God over a growling stomach,
Over a well-timed blow, over

Being cold for the seventh day
In a week. Eventually the silent
Treatment became a two-way
Street and I found my comfort

In more earthly ways–in
Backseats and bottles and
Hands that hurt as much
As they healed, and I

Have never gotten that
Voice back, once your
Eyes are opened
They cannot close again.

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