uhhhm…but yeah should we talk about our first date? …ye- yeah there’s just not a lot a lot happened we went to a…a fairly nice restaurant here that was known for their nice desserts yeah and then I had to..get gas on the way there and I spilled gasoline like pretty much all over my pants?? and i stank sooo bad *laughing* yeah the smell was pretty intense was very overpowering. and then we were gonna go to barton springs, right? were we? and then it got-we got rained out? we got rained out..yeah…and I don’t remember what we did I think we went to Grace and Bristol’s pool. and swam in that instead…..oh yeah! Yeah it’s ver..very romantic. and then um..you knOW HAHA H A…YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT A H AHAHAHAHA LITTLE BIT O THAT *grunt from home improvement* AND A SOME O THAT boINGUGUGGGUUH and a little bit o that OOOooohhNOOOooo and a little bit o that *gets real close to the mic and makes mouth sounds* and a little- a wHOLE BUNCH O THAT..C O W A B U N G A DUDE!! and some of that *borat voice* uh mY WiFE…and some of that *deep breath* MUH SWAMP *breaks out into laughter* and some o that- okay..okay please stop..I was gonna *laughing* i was gonna sit in silence until you stopped….uh but you really got me with my swamp
“I said to my boy, ‘How would you feel if I went in Mardi Gras, as a parent transgender supporter?’ He went ‘Oh yeah, oh yeah!’ and I said ‘Fuck, I guess I’m doing it then!’”
Buzzfeed writes on the incredible float in the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras parade dedicated to celebrating families with transgender kids, and the parents who love and support them.
In the article, Buzzfeed narrates the stories of specific individuals, from parents finding trans parent groups surprisingly comfortable environments, to transgender teens finding community through secret Facebook groups and group chats.
In the parade, in the open, all participants exude in a shocking euphoria.
“Being trans is not a sad story. And it’s not a new story. The only sad part is the way other people react.”
SKAM S04E05 Clip 5 - Imagine all the people living life in peace
ESKILD: “You’re the one called Elias, right?” EVA: Elias is your brother? ESKILD: Then I go up to him and then I stroke him, just a little bit on his side at first, then I feel like a shiver going up his spine. *Gag noises* Then he left pretty quickly, but he seemed open for more fun. CHRIS: Are you crazy? EVA: Stop! I can send you the money. CHRIS: Send me the money? What? EVA: I can send it! How much is it? Hello! CHRIS: 112. EVA: It doesn’t! CHRIS: 112 for a beer. EVA: I can give you.. CHRIS: 112,50. 112,40.. [Are you coming?] EVA: 112,40? CHRIS: Point 40. [John Lennon - Imagine] EVEN: Thank you! CHRIS: Oh my God SANA: Yeah.. CHRIS: Yeah.. SANA: Oh, I love you so much.
Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.
“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”
“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”
“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”
If Attack on Titan was in the style of “The Office”
Eren: *gets to work two hours before everyone else*
“HAHA those cowards. If they were real soldiers then they would be here early like me!”
*wakes up as everyone is going home and realizes he slept through the entire work day*
*explains to Mikasa and Armin that it was the fault of the titans”
Mikasa: *glares angrily at Eren flirting with Levi*
“There’s no one here that I hate. However, if a certain individual in the survey corps were to suddenly catch fire and I was the only one who had a bucket of water…I’d drink the water.”
*smiles evilly at Levi*
Armin: *chaos erupting behind him*
“In my opinion, do I think I am smarter than everyone else?”
*turns around to see everyone being dumb and building on fire*
“I would say it’s more of a fact.”
Jean: *staring at Marco*
“Who do I think is the hottest in the trainee corps?”
*shot of Marco doing something so unbelievably adorable and Jean blushing*
“Yeah…I’d have to say me.”
Marco: *smiling into the camera looking all cute*
“I know I said I’d wait till marriage but Jean told me that God can’t see in the dark.”
Reiner: *looking at Connie doing something stupid*
“Connie is the Survey Corps idiot. No one really knows how he is still alive.”
Bert: *looks anxiously into the camera*
“So umm….do you guys like….always record us…..even when we are having private conversations?”
*shot of Bert and Reiner and Annie talking about being Titans*
“Because ummm…..if you do…..that’s not cool bro.”
Annie: *rolling her eyes*
“Look I’m here for two reasons and two reasons only. One, to get me a piece of that blonde booty over there
*shot of Armin holding back Eren from punching Jean*
and two, to murder everyone in their sleep.”
Sasha: *looking blankly into the camera and smiling*
“Every once in a while they make me murder a giant naked person. At first I was opposed to it but then I started noticing that every time I kill one they feed me. So here I am.”
Connie: *wearing a pink toupee*
“Reiner said pink really brings out my eyes”
*Reiner laughing his ass off in the back*
“I think he’s right cause everyone in the trainee corps won’t stop staring at me.”
*everyone in the back rolling on the floor crying of laughter*
Erwin: *on the topic of Levi*
“I’m not really sure what Levi does around here. He kind of just showed up and started killing Titans. I remember that day very clearly because my eyebrows were the fleekiest they have ever been. Did I say that right? Fleekiest? Fleeky? Fleek? I’m not sure, I heard a child say it once so I thought I’d sprinkle it into my vocabulary to make me sound hipper.”
Levi: *sleeping in a chair* *talking in his sleep*
“Yeah……oh yeah….you’re so dirty. You’re a dirty little cabinet aren’t you?”
*wakes up and sees camera*
“Do you really have to record me while I sleep? Don’t you guys ever have to take a shit?”
Hanji: *takes off her glasses*
“Oh these things? They’re fake. I wear them to make myself look smarter. They actually impair my vision quite severely. But you have to pick and choose your battles, am I right?”
*points finger guns at camera and winks*
Moblit: *Hanji causes a science experiment to explode causing Moblit to lose his eyebrows*
“Honestly, at this point, I’m not even mad at her. I’m just mad at myself.”
Squad Levi: *Gunther, Eld, and Oluo wrapping each other in scotch tape* *Petra shaking her head in disapproval*
Petra- “I used to partake in their shenanigans until one day I realized I wasn’t 6 years old.”
(I wish I could draw these but I cannot draw) *cries*
<b>Feyre (confused):</b> So, I have to sit in your lap while you touch me and arouse me for this plan to work?<p/><b>Rhys:</b> *sweating nervously* Oh, yeah, yeah, It's SUPER important and vital to our plan.<p/></p>
<b><p></b> <b>person A:</b> i'm going to be so wild tonight<p/><b>person B:</b> oh yeah? ;)<p/><b>person A:</b> yeah i'm going to drink pepsi at 1am instead of 12pm<p/><b>person B:</b> i thought you meant in another way and now i don't know how to respond<p/></p><p/></p>
I watched the Periscope and I tried to quote as much as I could. They might not be exact quotes though cause I’ve got hearing issues and tend to hear things wrong but I tried to quote as best I could. Anyway. This is the important stuff that happened at the Wayhaught ClexaCon Panel.
“It can always get gayer” Emily Andras about Wynonna Earp
“On a scale of one to gay…pretty gay” Dominique Provost-Chalkley about Wynonna Earp
Kat cut her hair specifically so she wouldn’t have to wear a braid anymore. She wanted Nicole to “Be sexier” Like she asked permission first and Emily said yeah. She said she wanted Nicole to let loose a bit more so she changed her hair. She thought the braid was a bit tightly wound.
Emily got asked about how she balances a happily ever after and still makes the relationship real and have the occasional problem like a real real does and she said that “You have to believe that even when they’re fighting they’re fighting for each other”
There’s a new cast member. I couldn’t really hear her name but I THINK Emily said her name was Tamara Duarte. (Correct me if I’m wrong)
They’re gonna continue Nicole’s Tumblr! And Waves might be involved as well!
When asked if Wynonna would have some thoughts on Wayhaught Kat,Dom and Emily all went “Oh yeah oh yeah.” In unison.
Wynonna does like Nicole but she’s very protective of Waverly.
Kat teased that there might be some tension surrounding Wynonna and Nicole since they both have very different personalities. (Possibly having to do with Wayhaught) “She thinks no one is good enough for Waverly much as she loves Nicole.” (Wynonna is who they were talking about)
Dom said she absolutely loves how Wynonna’s reaction and the way she feels about Wayhaught was written!
Wynonna and Nicole have a scene that Kat loves that they’re shooting on Thursday and it’s one of her favorite scenes she’s read of them and she can’t wait to shoot it.
Wynonna is oblivious to a whole new batch of things in season 2
Wynonna Earp is gonna be on Netflix in everywhere that doesn’t have it yet in May.
In season 2 “Waverly has such an insane season”
“Every episode is like what’s Dominique’s special skill this episode”
“Everything was nice for Nicole but this next season the barrier of nice is broken and everything gets a little more emotional and a little more frustrating”
Nicole’s “Barrier of nice” is broken and everything gets more emotional and frustrating for her.
WE GET NICOLE’S BACKSTORY. And according to Emily “It’s crazy”
“Doc has some really fun relationships this year with people who are unexpected”
They did a five second improvised Wayhaught scene that I couldn’t really hear.
There are two more posters they’re gonna release at various times
Emily said that the fandom is proof people want to hear stories about queer characters and strong women and now is a better time than ever to tell them.
A/N: Almost a month later, but this fic is officially done :D I hope you all enjoy this fluffiness.
Work managed to distract you enough
to not keep looking at the clock every five minutes. Despite part of your brain
telling you that there was no way you
had a date with Captain America, there was another part that couldn’t help but
to hope this was true. And so, you found yourself daydreaming of showing up to
the restaurant and seeing him there. What would you even say to him? What kind
of greeting would you use? Would you address him as Captain, or maybe Mr. Rogers,
or just Steve?
By the time you got home, you had a
few outfit options in mind and made a beeline to the bathroom, taking a shower
before you got started on getting ready.
Peter came around as you were
choosing between four different outfits you had draped on your bed. He helped
you picked the one that was form-fitting, waggling his eyebrows playfully.
Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.
Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!
I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..
You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the
rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the
Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show
was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s
face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles
lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an
incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick.
Of course it was from Chris.
“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to
everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you
something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with
him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.
You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the
sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked.
While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had
reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he
looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the
time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris
would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the
television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling
had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the
timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your
beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over
your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping
“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent
the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen
it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and
finished getting ready.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered
to himself as he opened your text.
“Everything okay?” Someone
beside him asked.
“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his
phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any
minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s
response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself.
He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was,
and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re
going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of
“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re
okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.
“Never been better!” He announced a little too
enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.
“Great… you are on in five….four…”
That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly
play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.
You were nervous. After your text you had never received a
response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had
laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most
people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before
either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping
out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.
“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick
peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling
smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he
had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was
totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he
smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for
the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate
in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a
quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but
smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.
“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your
table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a
smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.
“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to
keep a straight face – failing miserably.
“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged
as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he
added to which Jeremy chuckled.
“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously
as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you
were going to pay once you were alone with him.
You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your
lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your
attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.
The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s
revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he
politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted
with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless.
Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.
“Everyone should be dancing!”
Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.
“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His
face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know
if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.
“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took
it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching
you like a hawk – good.
You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all
of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had
known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,”
Seb laughed as you danced against him.
“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s
direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you
and his best friend.
“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered
his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,”
before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered
into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your
hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You
kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the
wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact.
The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he
whispered seductively into your ear.
“Yes,” you responded
breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.
“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you
towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at
least you had a room to yourself.
You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You
were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the
couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for
once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen
here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture
of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he
muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he
commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied
the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you
lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not
move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent.
You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your
He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist –
admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He
slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More
than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon
found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly
as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing
your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he
murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his
thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my
naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you
causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely
as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed
with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans
became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as
he removed his fingers.
“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just
get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He
pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs.
He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your
wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit.
As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were
too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm –
causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk.
His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately
made you ready for round two.
“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his
hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want
you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You
did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into
your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants
– stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted
your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As
he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on
to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts
began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his
thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a
glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone
around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with
himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck
affectionately before removing himself.
“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at
the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.
“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you –
wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.
“Well I guess I should do that
more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.
“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What is it?” you asked alarmed.
“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’
after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell
for years about it,” he grimaced.
“Well I guess it’s time to pay
up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.
“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as
he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.
Tags: (I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this along with a few others)
character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader
warnings: none ion think
prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)
notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird.
Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better,
you wanna try it out?
Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.
You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling
until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and
start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping
habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.
“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding
you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much
as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the
“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing
your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do,
Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”
“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing
his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a
bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”
“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I
think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your
enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep
you desperately needed.
Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you
felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.
That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8
hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you
“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was
Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his
hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”
He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers
tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said
easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only
nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of
ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when
Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you
to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the
edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”
Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you,
holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep
better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well-
Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”
“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from
leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.”
Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was
probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to
yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.
Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him.
“wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching
you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”
“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking
over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned
onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this
your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well,
come closer, first of all.”
You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like
He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over
to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and
tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to
nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one
of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you
know I’m not gonna hurt you.”
That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never
hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when
you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do
this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these
“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax
against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”
“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling
comes naturally. You’ll get it.”
And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the
two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped,
feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new
sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am.
You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck
met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with
Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.
So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of
your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you
steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb
pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long
“Holy shit, he did it!”
Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the
earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which
was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the
two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony,
who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.
“Fuck, he’s awake.”
“Hands to yourself, Parker.”
Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to
move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you
breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.
“Are you guys seriously
spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the
heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve
it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter
relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He
knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to
lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.
“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy
from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an
invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”
“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly
very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you
found a way to sleep.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at
Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for
someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of
combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never
really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.
“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your
lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel
Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your
way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”
“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching
the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and