people that should stop: me

Originally posted by livvy1800

Prompt: “It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

Character: Bucky Barnes (Gangster AU)

Warning: NSFW a lil’ bit.


“It’s a bad idea, me and you.” He lit a cigarette and took a drag, his free hand trailing fingers lightly over your back like a spider’s crawl. 

“I know.” You sigh into his bare chest. The two of you were naked, leaning against the pillows on his bed, sheet half on the ground, sweat drying on your skin. You could feel the bruises starting to form on your hips and twinge in your neck where hickeys would be found in the morning. 

“We should stop…I have people who want to kill me. Heck, I have people who’d kill you just to piss me off…” You knew this all already. Pushing yourself up a little you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile.

“You know we’re not going to stop, Buck…we never do. We’ve had this conversation fifty times…and every time I come back and you let me in.” You trailed a hand over his chest, playing with the chain around his neck. You’d always come back and it wasn’t just the sex, you loved him…as dangerous as he could be, as much as he could flip like a switch, even though he had people out to get him…you loved him. 

“It’s a pretty good bad idea…” 

“Well, we work well together.” You smiled at him, settling back against his side, leg falling over his hips. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact you’re really fucking hot and the sex is great.” The smirk isn’t genuine; it is the overly confident expression he puts on to make light of a situation that has more emotion than he’s comfortable with. You’re well aware of this by now. He can shoot a man with ease, but handle emotions with you he could not. 

“Just admit you love me.” You mumble, pressing a kiss to his sternum, a twinkle in your eye knowing that he won’t admit it not out loud.

“If I did that…the bad idea would get even worse, doll.” The hand on your back slips low and over your hip, gripping tighter, but he doesn’t really need to say it. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in the grip on your hip. He won’t ever say it, but you don’t need him to. 

“Sometime you’re going to have to trust me to look after myself. People like Rumlow already know about me, they know you’re attached whether you say it or not…it doesn’t matter if you say it, they’re still aware you do. They know you love me. I know you love me.”  

“How could I not?”

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Everyone’s congratulating PBG for his upset outburst towards Jontron, but nobody’s congratulating him for apologizing for it after and showing political disagreements shouldn’t be what destroys friendships.
I have a lot more respect for him because of this and he deserves more credit for it imo.

Someone: I really like you!

Me: what a Bad Choice but pls don’t stop

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for ages I've been operating under the impression that the tumblr DC fandom is just... a very specific flavor of fun and creative I guess, but it turns out that at least, I would say, 70% of the excellent DC fanfics/posts I have seen & liked ever on tumblr have been you. you're the Bruce Wayne in walmart guy. the farm memes Clark Kent guy. the person with the strangely & yet perfectly naturally sexy alfred?? I somehow never noticed the same url on all of them. Idk how I feel? I'm an Unpretty Fan

this is the first time i have received a message like this that cited ‘sexy alfred’ as one of my trademarks and i am delighted

Originally posted by elwesapleasure

based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

it gets harder to talk about but it gets easier to hold it in. to sit up prettier, to shut up louder, to pretend i don’t want you when all i want is to give in, to hold back the tears at the bar and release them once i get into my own bed, to pretend i want to exist. i want to exist. i want to exist. if i say it enough times, even i believe it. but suddenly, i’m a couple drinks in and i remember how unhappy i really am and everybody’s having fun around me but i can’t breathe anymore and my friend tells me i’m a wimp for never expressing my anger when the second i express it, there is always someone there to invalidate it. it’s getting easier to call myself crazy as an excuse for feeling, as if i’m not allowed to feel, as if this pressure build-up in my head is nothing but unequal brain chemistry, and everybody is so easy to brush off my emotions as being a product of mental illness instead of re-evaluating their own actions and wondering how in the world they could have made me feel this way.

so yeah, to say i’m mad is an understatement. to say i’m mad would even be lying. because it goes deeper than this feeling i experience once in a while, the real truth is that i’m sad and that sadness runs deep. i’m hurt. i feel like nobody even cares if they hurt me and the second i even suspect i am offending a stranger, i say sorry. but people run from me instead of apologize because their pride is more important than my feelings and it’s always been that way. i fall in love with anyone who shows me affection and people think it’s weird but when you’ve been deprived for so long from people who will listen, i don’t know, it’s hard. it’s still hard to believe that the second i start spilling my emotions, people talk over me. nobody wants to be with the person who brings up serious conversations at parties. nobody wants to be there for the girl who is always sad. everyone wants to pretend it doesn’t exist. and the more they pretend, the more i realize i’m getting good at this.

so i try to shut up until i can’t. like this time last year, i was showing up to your house to scream at you because i spent so much time holding everything in. but last night, i sent you fifteen text messages and deleted every one before i pressed send and i know no one’s gonna be there to congratulate me but maybe i can start being proud of myself because i don’t know how else i’m going to make this inadequate feeling end. you know, maybe i just have to keep trying things until i find something that works, maybe i just have to fly through boys until i find someone who isn’t gonna leave, maybe i just have to realize that the only person i’m ever going to truly have is me and i should stop holding people to impossible standards because they’re never going to live up to them and i’m always going to end up disappointed. nobody’s ever gonna care the way i want them to. it’s like i’m impossible to please. but god, i don’t know - i just wish for one second, someone would be excited about something because i am. be sad about something because i am. make me feel like my feelings affect others in some way. like they mean something. i’m growing so tired of the blank stares they give me.

i don’t know. maybe i’ve always asked for too much but i can’t remember the last time someone told me they loved me and if we’re being honest here: it’s devastating. i’m sad. i feel like i have nobody left. everyone likes me at first because i am so outgoing - i say what i’m thinking - but they leave soon after they realize that i am too much to deal with and they don’t really want to hear what’s in my head. they turn away because my insecurities make them nervous and who wants to deal with the girl who asks you if you hate them every five seconds? you say you don’t hate me but your body language tells me everything. i know i’m getting annoying but i can’t stop so i keep repeating it: i want to exist. i want to exist. i want to exist.

they say you’ve gotta let people in but the more i let people in, the more i regret it. i’m tired of silencing myself but it’s like the moments i’m silent are the only moments i’m not ruining everything.

—  I WANT TO EXIST. I WANT TO EXIST. I WANT TO EXIST. I’M NOT REALLY SAD. REMEMBER THIS.
Cut From the Same Cloth Ch. 5

Chapter 5 Taking it in

Aside from the 30 seconds of muffled screaming while she watched the duo of mortified Agrestes hurry out of the school, Marinette thought that she had done a fairly admirable job of keeping her inner turmoil under wraps from her family and friends.

She calmly thanked everyone who complimented her on her presentation. She smiled and bid goodnight to all of her friends. She even managed to keep her false sense of emotional stability through the short walk home to the bakery, where she calmly told her parents that it had been a long night and she was going to head to bed early.

She then hurried up to her room, grabbed one of her pillows from the bed, climbed up onto her balcony, and screamed into the pillow as loudly as she could.

“Marinette, please calm down,” Tikki begged, phasing out of her usual hiding place and attempting to stroke Marinette’s hair.

“Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down! Adrien is Chat Noir! Chat Noir is Adrien! They are the same person, Tikki!”

“Yes, I know.”

“How am I supposed to calm down when I know that this whole time he has been Chadrien?”

“Oh Marinette, you are over reacting.”

“I don’t think so Tikki, I think this is the exact right amount of reacting.”

“Well you had best get yourself calmed down before he inevitably comes over,” Tikki said lightly, floating over to nest in one of the potted plants as she often did when Marinette came up here.

“What do you mean come… oh no… oh no no no.”

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9783911/chapters/22312040

Enjoy!!!!! 

Originally posted by icicesttouslesjoursmercredi

rooooad trip

keep your eyes on the road, Schätzchen

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imagine a man who wakes up next to you like this every morning, singing “You deserve it baby, you deserve it all” and shouting you praises like being hot and sexy - Jung Jaehyun

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve

Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans
Words: 4.4k (+ tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ
Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Your name: submit What is this?

In-flight wifi was a God sent gift on the flight to London.

Despite appearing calm and feeling tired, you couldn’t get to sleep for the first few hours due to anxious energy.

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I can’t stop thinking about ‘it’s quite surreal’, and 'amazing, yeah. This is incredible, isn’t it?’ Because that’s how Sam and Anthony were last year. And they lost it so fast because people are awful.

With Theo and Samuel we have two young men, at the start of their career, and I just think that as a fandom we should be respectful of them and not invasive or over-excitable or rude or any of the other countless things we could do to them.

They’re human beings, doing a job that should probably be the most amazing, fun job in the world. And it looks like they’re going to be spectacular at it. But can we remember that they are just that? Human beings doing a job. They’re not toys. They’re not play things. They’re not characters. They’re not for us to speculate over or ship. They’re people with lives and families and friendships.

So can we please be kind to them and show them we care about them and value them, and not drive them away and make them jaded? Let them have this amazing experience without us ruining it for them.

They’re so young. And they deserve to enjoy themselves and keep the wonder we saw in the video today. Is that so much to ask? Can people please be nice?

I didn’t see this process play out from the beginning last time, but I know it’s coming this time and it’s horrible. It’s beginning already, and I hate everything about it.

Why Aquamarine is what got me back into Steven Universe

Ok, so let’s talk Steven Universe.

I’m sure most of you are familiar with the show at this point. You’re most likely either a fan of it, or one of the people who think the show is grossly overrated. Honestly I only ever see two people in those categories. You either love the show to death or think people should stop talking about it. Me, however, I was always in the middle. I liked the show and it’s humble beginnings, it was a nice show with amazing art direction, wonderful use of colors, a cast of amazing character that are mostly female, and some really interesting plot points…

That’s what I used to think of the show. As time went on I felt like things started to slow down too much. The pace went from steady and interesting to something of a crawl. Characters were starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel for character interaction, things started getting less interesting and dare I bring up the inconsistent character proportions? I didn’t start hating the show, I just thought it was loosing my interest. I still think of the show fondly, even during that slow period but I just kinda stopped. I felt the show lost something of an edge that it had, some real conflict to give way to some good character interactions. Not that the show was bad, I don’t think I can really ever say the show reached a point where I can say it’s poorly made (even baring the Finger Cats in mind). 

Than, Aquamarine showed up.

Oh boy, Aquamarine. Where do I begin? Well, let me just say this for clarification. I stopped watching Steven Universe but I knew very well what was going on in the plot. I knew about Blue Diamond, The Zoo, The thing with the one Ruby, etc. So when I watched the two episodes with Aquamarine I wasn’t clueless and knew enough to continue watching. When I first saw her I thought “Daw, that’s a cute character design. I’m guessing that seeing as she’s asking for her dad, maybe we’ll see our first male gem? Or maybe younger gems see their Kindergartens as parental figures, or they have Male father figure gems in Kindergartens?” And watched these episodes to see what this cutie was going to do.

And than she showed up in I am My Mom and…holy fuck.

Aquamarine is a cold hearted bitch. She’s such a volatile, destructive, commanding, vindictive little fairy bitch…

And I love it.

This is the sort of conflict I was WAITING for. Sure, there was enough conflict before to keep the story going but I still felt that the show was going too slow for me to want to keep watching. This however, kicked things into high gear and I love it. Aquamarine reminds me a lot of how people saw Peridot back when she first showed up, but honestly, I think Aqua’s introduction to the show FAR surpasses Peridot’s. Not to say I don’t like Peridot (even though I personally think the writers of the show have been making her a bit…less interesting. I prefer the sassy smack talking gremlin we had, so hopefully this conflict will help bring that back)

But with Aquamarine, she was shown to be so cold. Remember when Peridot showed up and she just destroyed one of the orb robots with her foot? That was pretty intimidating. Although Aqua takes it to a whole new level by threatening Jamie with death. This is an important moment in the show because, well, think about it.

With most of the antagonists we’ve had their main mission is the destruction of Earth. Of course, that’s a bad thing. Although this is the first time the steaks are personal. We’re not dealing with a huge, cosmic destruction that will harm millions. This is a personal, hostage situation. Aquamarine is threatening to kill not just Jamie, but everyone she has captured if she doesn’t get her way. And considering the tone of the show before this, that’s a big deal.

Another one of my favorite things is when she says this line:

“But the Diamonds needed me, that’s the burden of being the best.”

Notice the wording of that sentence. Before this, all the gems working under the Diamonds have talked about them like the Diamonds are gods. People to be worshiped and feared, to the point where those gems felt The Diamonds completed them. This is completely different. Aqua is talking about The Diamonds like they need her. Like if Aqua wasn’t around, The Diamonds wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. Meaning that in a way, Aqua thinks of herself more highly than The Diamonds.

Let that sink in.

Aqua thinks more highly of herself THAN THE DIAMONDS.

That is a big deal to me because it goes to show how far Aqua might go for whatever sick goals she has in store. Something tells me there’s more to Aqua than her allegiance to The Diamonds. Honestly Aqua reminds me a lot of Fawful from the Mario & Luigi series.

Fawful, from the games he comes from, was an underling to the antagonist of Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga. At first he seems like something of a ratty underling to a higher power, until his resurgence in Mario & Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story where he becomes one of the strongest antagonists in the Mario Universe, and comes the closest in all of Mario History to destroy everything.

By the way, if you haven’t played the Mario & Luigi series, do yourself a favor and change that. You’re really missing out. There’s some rumors going around that a remake of Superstar Saga is coming soon so if that’s true, than snag that as soon as it comes out.

Back on Aqua though, I really look forward to more of her, and hope she’s truly as diabolical as I hope she is.

Listen my little chicks, my ducks, my darlings: Tumblr mom is fine. This is my life and I am used to it. Admitedly still going through the seven stages of grief over donuts, but that’s to be expected.

The reason I have been talking about this so much and so openly is not because things are worse, but because I have been told by several (hundred) people that it has helped them not only realize the nameless thing they have been suffering with their whole life and just thought was normal for them was actually an allergy, but also from other people with long term illnesses who didn’t realize the corelation between their chronic illness and food intolerances/issues–and neither did their doctors.

I’ve had people telling me that they recognized their own symptoms in the things I talk about, take themselves off to an allergist and find out, oh hey, I’m actually allergic to XYZ and it’s impacting my health I should stop doing that. I’ve had people thanking me cause they didn’t realize the synthetic scent in their gods damned fabric softener was triggering an allergy which manifested in anxiety attacks. I’ve had people tell me they didn’t realize the chemical dye/bleach in their menstrual products were actually the cause of excess discomfort at their time of the month and since switching to the brands I recommend, have had not only less skin irritations, but less infections like thrush and bv. I had someone tell me they figured out their kid wasn’t allergic to their dog but the egg used in the dog’s food brand, so everytime the kid got licked they’d break out in hives. They got to keep their dog, just swapped out the food brand.

I get people telling me on a consistent near daily basis, that me just talking about all this shit, has helped them feel less isolated, less alone with their problems which no one else seems to inderstand. Not even doctors. And I get that, because up until very recently, I also felt the same way. Sometimes I still do.

So if me bitching and griping about being allergic to things like potassium sorbate and trying to explain over and over that yes it is possible to have a rice intolerance, helps people?–I’m gonna keep talking about it.

This has been my life for a while now. Admitedly the last six weeks was awful because I caught that super virus bullshit that wrecked my system. But this? All this food stuff? Has been going on for years . I’m just finally getting a confirmed diagnosis from medical professionals because my symptoms got too bad to ignore.

Now, that said, there will be some people who don’t want to see all this. I get it, shits depressing yo, and you just clicked here for the vampire nipples. In that case I have a tag which I have been using for the last two years which is #chronic health tag. Blacklist it, you won’t see anymore of my posts about health. Everyone’s happy.

And I do mean happy, because as much as all this sucks I’ve got new answers to fit into the puzzle pieces of my health, and there’s a chance that one of these days I might just get to see the whole picture instead of just the corner pieces. And that’s good enough incentive for me to keep going.

So please, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine. One of these days, it’s all gonna be fine.

Sometimes I just have this overwhelming feeling of hatred for the human race. This is how I know it is time to hermit.
—  INTP
The Little Merbunny Chapter 1: Under the Sea

Happy birthday @trashasaurusrex! This is my other gift for your birthday (it kinda goes with the singing though, and the cover is obviously by trashasaurusrex)


The sun beat down on the young fox as he leaned over the railing of the ship, a breeze rustling his fur.
“Isn’t it wonderful Grimsby?!” He shouted as the ship cut through the sea, seawater spraying out behind it, “The wind in the sails, the sea’s not too rough. It’s perfect sailing weather!” Grimsby, a rather dour looking wolf, pulled his head back from the edge of the boat and wiped his mouth off.
“I just wish you’d have more civilized hobbies young master Nicholas.” He commented, swaying on his paws and looking rather queasy.
“What could be more civilized than sailing Grimsby?!” Nick laughed, ignoring the wolf’s disapproving gaze.
“Especially on a day like this, when Lord Triton has blessed us with such fine weather!” One of the crewmembers, an otter, chimed in.
“Who’s Lord Triton?” Nick inquired, “I’ve never heard of him.”
“Why every sailor worth his salt has heard of Lord Triton!” The otter exclaimed, “He’s the lord of the seven seas! King of the merpeople!”
“Don’t listen to such hogwash Nicholas.” Grimsby sniffed, “There are no merpeople.”
“Of course there are merpeople!” The otter shouted, gesticulating wildly with a fish, “Just because you’ve never seen ‘em doesn’t mean they’re not there!” Grimsby ducked as the fish escaped the otter’s hand, flying over his head and back into the sea.
“Well there’s no need to get so worked up over it.” Grimsby commented, standing back up and dusting himself off, “Now Nicholas, I think it’s time we headed back in.”
“You sure you don’t want to stay out a little longer Grim?” Nick asked slyly, “I’m sure the fish could use a little feeding.”
“Very funny young man.” He replied stiffly, “But we need to head back and get to work on finding you a wife.”
“Fine.” Nick sighed, “But Grim, I’m 26, I’m perfectly capable of dealing with that myself.”
“Really?” Grimsby replied, “Then how come you’re still single and rejecting every eligible princess that comes your way?” Nick blushed and turned away from his caretaker, ignoring the question.
“Max!” He called to the fluffy sheepdog manning the helm, “Take us home!”
“Aye, aye, captain!”

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| Secret | Peter Parker

Originally posted by septodragon

“Peter, are you Spiderman?”

Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.

“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”

“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.

“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”

When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.

A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.

“Hey Spiderman.”

Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.

“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”

Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.

“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”

You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”

Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”

Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.

“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”

You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.

He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”


Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.

He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.

He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.

You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.

“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.

“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”

You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”

"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.

“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”

You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”

On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!

“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”

You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.

For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.

“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.

He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?

“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.

“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.

“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”

“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.

The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.

The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.

“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”

“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.

“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately.
“I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”

For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.

Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.

Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.

“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.

“Over there!” You said.

“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”

If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.


You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.

Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.

“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.

“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.

“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”

“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.

“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.

For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.

“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”

Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.

“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”

Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.

You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”

He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.

“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”

You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”

Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-

He was an idiot.

Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.

He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.

“What was that for-?”

“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.

Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.

“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.

Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.

You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.

“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.

Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”

You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”

Peter pouted and you giggled.

“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.

There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”

You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.

WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!

“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.

Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.

“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”

You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.

“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should prove it then.”

The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.

Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.

Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.

You wanted to cry.

“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.

Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.

You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.

Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.

You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.

“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.

Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.

He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.

“That was-” You started.

“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.

“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.

“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.

Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”

“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”

Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.

“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.

“Shut up, Y/N.”


[MasterList]

  • Me: *has bad habit*
  • People: hey thats not healthy you should stop doing that
  • Me, having realized Bad Habit will get me Attention: *does bad habit even more* *only ever talks about bad habit* *centers identity around bad habit*