pretty-good-friends

anonymous asked:

Elphias doge said that the summer of 1899 was the period of their lives Albus and he had the least contact. Elphias did come across as slightly fanboy-ish. What do you think Albus saw in him or do you think Elphias is exaggerating their friendship? It confuses me a little. How do you see their early relationship? Platonic or a shade of a crush from one or both of them when they were very young and hadnt grasped the concept of an intellectually equal relationship (From Albus' POV until Gellert)?

I think that him and Albus would have been pretty good friends until that summer. Albus was the centre of  attention because of his academic achievements, but he didn’t really have friends. Because of his father attacking the muggle boys that hurt Ariana (if Percival attacking them is even true), the students that he interacted him tended to either distance themselves from him or view him as a muggle-hater and supporter of blood-purity which, despite his belief that the Wizards should come out of hiding and not be abused for what they were, he actually wasn’t. Albus felt an outcast and, as he did until his death, he felt closer to people who he perceived as outcasts.

Elphias definitely loved Albus deeply and even idolized him. I don’t think that it was a Dumbledore fan-boy though. To me, it seems that he was moved by the fact that Albus approached him and was interested with hanging out with him when no one else would. The fact that he was brilliant was a bonus and Elphias would probably be invested in him either way. The fact that Elphias was a good student and quite intellectual too makes me think that, beyond identifying with him, Albus would enjoy their interactions. I doubt that there was anything beyond friendship between them, but I do believe that they were friends at the time. When Elphias left to see the world and Albus had to stay behind, I don’t see how they could have had contact on a deeper level. Especially if Ariana turns out to be an obscurial, Albus couldn’t even elaborate on what was really happening in his life. Almost immediately, Gellert arrived in Albus’s life and I doubt that anything could compare to the feeling of young love that Albus was experiencing at the time and to the sense of having found his equal. Then, by the time Elphias was back, Albus had lost Ariana(dead) and also Aberforth and Gellert. Elphias(even though he did not know the full story) mentions that Albus was never the same and throughout the series it is implied that Albus tried to not invest in people even if he cared for them. 

I think that this is a case of Dumbledore feeling that he shouldn’t have friends(Elphias among them), rather than Elphias caring about Albus more than Albus cared for him.

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WWII Gay G.I.s recounts tale of losing their Lovers

Excerpt from the book Coming out under fire The history of gay Men and Women in World War Two: Combat soldiers often responded to each other’s personal losses with the deepest respect and understanding, allowing gay GIs to express openly their grief over the death of boyfriends or lovers. 

Jim Warren’s boyfriend was hit while trying to knock out a machine-gun nest on Saipan. “They brought him back,” Warren recalled, “and he was at the point of death. He was bleeding. He had been hit about three or four times. I stood there and he looked up at me and I looked down at him and he said, ‘Well, Jim, we didn’t make it, did we.’ And tears were just rolling down my cheeks. I don’t know when I’ve ever felt such a lump and such a waste. And he kind of gave me a boyish crooked grin and just said, ‘Well, maybe next time.’ And I said, ‘I’m going to miss you. And I’ll see your mother.’ There were people standing around, maybe seven or eight people standing there, and I was there touching his hand and we were talking. Somebody said later, ‘You were pretty good friends,’ because I had been openly crying and most people don’t do this. I said, ‘Yes, we were quite good friends.’ And nobody ever said anything. I guess as long as I supposedly upheld my end of the bargain, everything was all right.”

Ben Small was even less able to control himself when his boyfriend was killed in the Philippines. But he, too, was surprised by the other men’s compassion towards him. “We had a funny freak attack of a Japanese kamikaze plane,” he recalled, “and I guess he was getting rid of his last load of these baby cutter bomb, these little bombs that explode at about three feet high so if they went off through a tent they exploded at bed level. I had just been in the tent of a guy I had been going with at the time. He crawled into bed, and I said goodnight and walked out the tent. And this plane came overhead and all we heard was explosions and we fell to the ground. When I got up too see if he was all right, the trust of the bomb had gone through his tent and he was not there. I went into a three-day period of hysterics. I was treated with such kindness by the guys that I worked with, who were all totally aware of why I had gone hysterical. It wasn’t because we were bombed. It was because my boyfriend had been killed. And one guy in the tent came up to me and said, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were gay? You could have talked to me.’ I said, ‘Well, I was afraid to.’ This big straight, macho guy. There was a sort of compassion then.”

After a raid in the Philippines, Ben Small remembered, a lieutenant who had been injured was being shipped back to the States, so the men “all went to the plane to see him off that night. It was an amazingly touching moment, when he and his lover said goodbye, because they embraced and kissed in front of all these straight guys and everyone dealt with it so well. I think it was just this basic thing about separation of someone you cared for, regardless of sex.” Small described this tender parting as “a little distilled moment out of time” when men’s “prejudices were suspended” and gay soldiers “could be a part of what this meant.”

 Post-Reveal Superhero team with Nino ‘the normal human bestfriend’ Lahiffe

  • Nino having to make excuses in class all the time whenever the other 4 need to make a quick get away. 
  • “Girl’s travel in packs to the loo Sir, Adrien’s just got a weak bladder,” 
  • Their school has an unusual amount of fire drills, but no culprit is ever found 
  • Nino loosing count of the number of free deserts he’s been given when Alya’s had to run out on a date. 
  • Nino becoming pretty good friends with Sabrina as Chloe seems to just deposit her with him when they need to rush out. 
  • Nino becoming a pretty decent amateur photographer due to the fact that Alya makes him take photo’s of the four miraculous holders for the Ladyblog
  • Nino carrying around supplies in his backpack just in case anyone needs anything. This includes a first aid kit, snacks and drinks and a supply of tampons (because grumpy badass superheroes are not one to be messed with if they need something) 
  • Ladybug’s superpower may be to save the world with everyday objects, but it does help that Nino carries them around with him.
  • He also has an emergency makeup bag for Chloe so she can fix her face and hair before heading back to school.
  • Also carrying emergency supplies for all the Kwami (he smells of cheese a lot - damn plagg)  
  • Nino has a lot of casual selfies of all 4 of them on his phone, just in case, someone asks for proof that they are with him. 
  • Nino, who has never been very academically inclined, suddenly taking lots of very detailed notes in class and helping them catch up and study. 
  • Nino keeping spare clothes for them all at his house, just in case they end up all transforming there and feeling too tired to head home again afterwards. 
  • Just Nino being the ultimate bro, and defending and supporting his best friends as they save the world, with no complaints. 

anonymous asked:

More midoriya and kirishima friendship theory please !!! How do you think mido and kiri relationship would effect the storyline , talk more about those two pretty pleaaaaaaaase!!!!!

Midoriya and Kirishima’s Friendship

I love Midoriya and Kirishima’s friendship. I know their relationship isn’t prominent, but they have a healthy and solid friendship that’s often overlooked. I don’t have a specific theory on it, but I’ll talk about it. 

Midoriya and Kirishima have had a decent relationship from the start. 

While Midoriya is against Bakugou during the Heroes vs.Villains exercise, Kirishima is concerned for Midoriya’s well-being.

Even though running away isn’t manly to Kirishima, Kirishima understands why Midoriya has to run away while fighting against Bakugou. 

Kirishima really starts to respect Midoriya after he beats Bakugou during the Heroes vs. Villains exercise. Kirishima is one of the first classmates besides Iida and Uraraka to befriend Midoriya. 

Kirishima thinks so highly of Midoriya that he’s fine with Midoriya being student council class president even after it’s proven Iida should be class president. 

Midoriya and Kirishima both like each other’s Quirks and find each other’s Quirks to be very useful. 

Kirishima keeps a watchful eye on Midoriya after All Might’s Fight with noumu. 

And even runs over to make sure Midoriya is okay even though Kirishima should be heading out of the USJ right now. 

Kirishima tries to protect Midoriya when it looks like Todoroki is being hostile towards Kirishima before the Sports Festival.

Not only does Kirishima think highly of Midoriya, but Midoriya thinks highly of Kirishima as well. Midoriya thinks Kirishima is very cool.

Kirishima understands the pain Midoriya feels for not being able to reach out and rescue Bakugou. The two of them relate to not being able to do anything to help Bakugou. 

Kirishima uses this understanding to successfully convince Midoriya to help him rescue Bakugou.

Midoriya and Kirishima are such good pals, that Kirishima gives Midoriya advice on how to act like a thug. XD

Kirishima notices that Midoriya’s mumbling habit has toned down lately and makes an observation when the habit suddenly comes back 

Midoriya understands Kirishima, particularly his relationship with Bakugou, well enough that he uses that understanding to rescue Bakugou. He knows Kirishima would be the only one who can reach out and rescue Bakugou. He understands how important Kirishima is. 

Midoriya’s understanding of Bakugou and Kirishima is correct. Kirishima can reach out to rescue Bakugou. 

They’re both pretty good friends throughout the series even though the relationship isn’t a huge deal. It’s very mutual, nice, simple, and drama-free.

They get a lot of meaningful interactions during the Internship Arc. I’d argue their relationship gets a lot of development and importance. Kirishima is Midoriya’s number one supporter during that arc and loves how pumped up Midoriya has been. 

As I said before, Kirishima is such a Midoriya supporter and raises Midoriya’s spirits. 

They work really well together. 

Also, Midoriya singles out Kirishima as someone he could share his problems with specifically. He specifically says he can’t talk to “Kirishima and the others” about his problems, implying Kirishima would be one of the first people Midoriya would turn to in order to talk about his issues. 

Midoriya and Kirishima both have heroic spirits. They both want to help people and both can relate to not being able to help others. They can certainly bond over that. 

 Their friendship makes sense since they both have similar values and are nice people. They both look up to each other and both work well together. They did well together while rescuing Bakugou and breaking down walls. I hope Midoriya and Kirishima talk more and team up more. They’ll probably both face hardships, fight tough bad guys, and get injured during the Internship Arc, and that will help them grow and bond together. That’s the closest thing I have to a theory on their relationship.

(I have such a love/hate relationship with this Ask. I loved making it, but when I was done making a long answer to this ask, I accidentally deleted my answer and had to redo the whole LONG answer again. I was tempted to just give up answering this Ask. Thank god I finished it.)

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pas de cheval // panic! at the disco

Season 3 Master Plan

Step 1: Lance and Keith work together and finally put aside their differences in order to rescue/save Hunk. They realize that they’re actually pretty good teammates and friends when they both pull their heads out of their asses. Their rivalry becomes more playful and less antagonistic.

Step 2: The writers finally take the time to illustrate how deep and strong the bond between Lance and Hunk is. There is even a little flashback to how they met, to establish how close and essential they are to one another. “Sorry Hunk if this looks gay to the viewers,” Lance murmurs, right before they both lean in.

Step 3: Hunk and Keith continue with their bonding moments from season 2. Keith confides in Hunk about his anxieties, especially those caused by Shiro’s disappearance. Hunk quietly listens and comforts him when he’s done. After Keith leaves, Hunk goes to find Lance. Without going into detail about what Keith told him, Hunk outlines a plan for them to be there for Keith, because the guy really needs someone in his corner. Lance immediately agrees, showing just how much his character has grown since the first season, and also highlighting how his relationship with Keith has changed. The audience realizes that Hunk and Lance are truly essential to the team; as the legs of Voltron, they act as pillars of support, both literally and emotionally.

Step 4: Keith steadily learns to relax and soften around Hunk and Lance. There’s lots of feelings jam sessions, with either the whole team present or just the three of them. Hunk and Lance’s unwavering acceptance allows Keith to finally feel like a part of Voltron. Of course, their friendship doesn’t immediately solve all of Keith’s issues, but the realization that people care about him (and who he cares about back) is enough to help Keith with some of his worse anxieties.

Step 5: Lance, Hunk, and Keith are all shown to work incredibly well together during training and fights. Sometimes they work in pairs; other times, all three of them fluently tag team against a boss. There’s also lots of banter over the comms; Hunk is tickled pink the day Keith responds to his groan-worthy pun with an even cheesier joke. Lance threatens to dump both of them.

Lance: “Uhhh,,,, dump your friendships, I mean.”

Keith: “Friendships?? I thought we were all dating.”

Hunk: “Huh… Keith might be right? Guys, are we all dating each other?”

Lance: “Guys, I think I would know if I had two boyfriends. ‘Cause there would be flirting, and like dates, and feeling seshes. Y'know, real bondy stuff like that!”

(beat)

Lance: “Guys, holy shit, I think we’re all dating.”

Step 6: Klunk confirmed.

Step 7: Voltron is saved.

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everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:

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Shapely🍑

Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.

Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.

Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake


  Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.

‘And this was my favorite pair too’

You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a  svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.

 Boy were you wrong. 

You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.

You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’ 


“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”

Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.

“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.

Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club. The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.

“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee. 

“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”

“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”

“No,”  Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”

Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.

“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.

“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’

You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”

You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.


You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.

You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.


gam

/ɡam/

noun,informal

plural noun: gams

  1. a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.

A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.

You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.


Broad in the beam

Meaning:

Having wide hips or buttocks


You stare at the screen for a moment and then  recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’


Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.

“…then she gave me her number.”

“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”

“Yeah this weekend”

“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.

“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.

“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.

“Am I missing something?” he asks.

 Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.

“Y/n, sugar, listen. I can explain”


tags: @stephie-senpai @chamongangae

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ch-boytaako  asked:

like. a thought. it's post hell tournament. ren is home safe, and he's become pretty good friends with yuu. yuu, being the ~big scary delinquent~ he is, gets into a fight with some other young punks. gets out numbered. gets his ass beat. ren steps in like a 5'3" avenging angel and Wastes Those Punks like it's nothing. yuu is in shock, love, and awe. he thought he was the knight in shining armor.

He’d most likely get traumatized.

okay okay listen, I know we all want the klance ballroom episode at a diplomatic meeting, but like okay what if they met two alien lesbian wives that just so happened to be coded as red and blue in some way and had a similar dynamic to Keith and Lance’s (at this point, they have established crushes on each other and are pretty good friends… they tease each other a lot, etc etc). so lance ends up with the blue alien and Keith ends up with the red and Keith and Lance both ask the respective aliens how they knew they loved each other. they both give explanations that mirror how Keith and Lance already feel about the other. They find each others’ eyes across the ballroom and just smile.

FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 2
  • Sora is completely unfazed when he gets inflicted with the Toad curse mid-battle. Kid’s been a toy, a merman, and an actual lion. He has SEEN THINGS.
    • He can talk while he’s a frog, too. None of the chocobros can. Just Sora.
  • Sora names his chocobo Highwind
    • They are best friends
    • Sora can never beat Prompto in a chocobo race though and it really PISSES HIM OFF
    • No, Aranea, he named the chocobo Highwind long before he ever met you! The name has sentimental value, okay?!
  • Ignis making hot chocolate for Sora so he’ll have a hot drink in the morning even though he doesn’t like coffee
  • Sora gets GRIEVOUSLY INJURED by a baby chickatrice and he feels SO BETRAYED because it was so cute and fluffy why was it so MEAN?!?!?!? D:
    • After Sora’s patched up, the others just can’t help teasing him about it. They lay off when they see how spooked he gets every time they fight chickatrices and cockatrices. :(
  • Sora is the only one in the party who will never get bored of watching Noctis fish. He loves fishing. Noctis totally lets him have a turn.
    • Don’t tell Gladio.
  • Sora and Talcott are close. He’s one of the first people Talcott opens up to after Jared is killed
    • He does not get why Talcott likes cactuars so much, though. He’s been 1000 Needle’d way too many times to even entertain the idea that they’re cool. They are decidedly Uncool. But he doesn’t let Talcott know that.
  • Sora is terrified when Noctis summons Ramuh for the first time. He is terrified but 100% ready to fight Ramuh when he snatches Noctis up
    • Gladio has to grab him to stop him from going after Ramuh. You got a death wish, kid????

Angst Corner:

    • (Xehanort has been defeated in this AU so there is no immediate threat to the world order. So there are no pressing emergencies that need Sora’s attention while he is in Eos.)
    • Donald and Goofy take the Gummi Ship to return to Disney Castle and report to the King. They plan to meet Sora in Altissa for Noctis’s wedding. They promise they’ll be back soon!
      • Chapter 9 happens.
        • The chocobros can’t wait around for Donald and Goofy to return.
        • Sora goes with them. He has to. He feels like a complete idiot for doing so, but he leaves a note in a bottle in the sea in the hopes that Donald and Goofy will find it upon returning to Eos. He can’t risk leaving a note lying around in the open for Niflheim to find.
      • Chapter 10 happens.
        • Sora is not a neutral party when Gladio and Noctis have their big fight on the train. This kid is all empathy and his heart hurts for Noctis. So he is FURIOUS with Gladio for how he treats Noctis when he is consumed with grief.
          • He tells Gladio to back off. Can’t he see Noctis is hurting?
          • Gladio tells him to stay out of it. This has nothing to do with him. It’s not his goddamned business.
          • This hurts Sora. A lot. Even after the party reconciles, Gladio’s words stay with him. There are some things you just can’t take back.
        • When Gladio pushes Prompto for trying to break up the fight
          • Oh boy
          • Sora sees RED
          • He lunges for Gladio. Would have gotten him, too. But Prompto stops him.
        • He is inconsolable when Prompto gets pushed off of the train!!!!!!!!
      • After Chapter 13
        • The darkness that spreads across Eos is so vast that nothing can penetrate it. Donald and Goofy can’t get close. Though they keep trying. FOR YEARS.
        • Sora becomes a hunter.
          • He helps train Talcott and other people in Lestallum to defend themselves.
          • It’s hard, when the chocobros go their separate ways, only to cross paths during certain hunts or supply runs. Sora’s never felt so lonely, even though he’s well-loved by the people of Lestallum, who hail him as a hero who helps to keep them all safe
          • He and Dino actually become pretty good friends? He goes on dangerous mining trips to get Dino the material he needs to craft accessories that will help boost the hunters’ defense and strength. Dino remembers a conversation he’d had with Sora a while ago and makes him a wayfinder out of imperfect jewels and tarnished silver to thank him for his hard work. Dino think’s it’s ugly and useless. But Sora cries.
            • EDIT: It has been brought to my attention that Dino is presumed dead in the World of Ruin, since you can find his clothes in Galdin Quay. I am in denial about this so I want to pretend that didn’t happen and have my man Dino making bracelets in post-apocalyptic Lestallum.
        • In the ninth year of the long night, Sora contracts the Starscourge.
          • A certain man of no consequence, who was once called a daemonized healer, may be able to stall the spread of the infection, just until the True King is able to return…
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10/11/16 I spent yesterday afternoon in the sitting room in Glodney with my friend Clodagh trying to get more of my essay done. I want to finish it but wednesday latest so that I can proofread it and make it exactly as I want it, but I am worried that I won’t have enough time to go to quidditch practise if I don’t finish it in enough time! The sunset was so beautiful that I had to take a photo, I hope you guys think so too. I find taking photos with my studyblr in mind gives me far more motivation to do work than maybe even the possibility of running out of time? Call me crazy. My life is pretty good right now. My friend lizzie literally said today “emily your life is like a john green book without the cancer.” so thats pretty great if you ask me. Might not be posting too much until Thursday when my deadline’s gone! Love you all! xoxoxoxo emily

🌟Daddies reacting to a deaf dadsona🌟

Since we don’t really have a lot of content at the moment, Daddy Thomas and I thought it would be a good idea to toss in our thoughts on how the daddies would react to you, as your dadsona, being deaf!

Robert

🔪 Robert would have figured it out after watching you (not in a creepy way, of course) interact with other people in the neighborhood. He already knows a bit of ASL, but after deeming you a cool person to be around, he starts learning more so he can talk to you about cryptids, wood carving, and Betsy.

Craig

💦 Having been roommates with you in college, he learned a pretty hefty amount of sign language. Though, as the years went by and you two fell out of contact, he forgot a good portion of it. But once he meets up with you again, you both have a wonderful time as you sign something to him and he attempts to guess what you’re signing. Eventually, he just starts writing stuff down for you or has Amanda translate for him.

 Hugo

 📚 Hugo is a man with his resources, and when he learns you can’t quite hear him, or anything for that matter, he brings in a student of his who has been taking ASL classes to interpret. Eventually he begins sitting in on the classes as well and is extremely proud to show you he can sign the alphabet. It doesn’t take too long before he starts signing words and phrases with ease.

 Damien

🦇 Damien would try to speak to you and wouldn’t quite catch on until you told him, in garbled and mumbled English, that you can’t hear him. He gets all flustered and would know next to nothing about ASL, and would apologize in advance as he worked toward learning how to sign. It takes him a while and there’s a lot of slip ups, but he appreciates your patience and understanding as he learns.

 Brian

🎣 When Brian was told that you’re deaf, he would probably joke about just speaking up and hoping you could hear him. Since Amanda and Daisy seem to be pretty good friends, Amanda would start to teach Daisy some phrases to sign, and Daisy, in turn, would teach her father. Brian picked it up pretty quick, but he takes the signing slow so that he doesn’t mess up and confuse you.

 Mat

☕ He can tell something is up as soon as he realizes Amanda is ordering for you every time you come into the Coffee Spoon, and then it finally clicks when he sees you signing to her once she gets back to their spot. He spends the next few days learning and practicing, and the next time you come in with Amanda, he asks you to come over. You do so in confusion, but then he brings you to tears at the counter when he asks you what you’d like to order in sign language.

 Joseph

📿 Once he discovered that you are deaf, Joseph quickly tried to learn how to sign. He picked up simple phrases like “good to see you”, “how are you”, “thank you”, and stuff like that. However, he was never able to retain any of the other phrases he tried to learn. Every once in a while, for simple things, he can mouth the words and you can usually inderstand, but that’s not always reliable. So Amanda does most of the work for him.

- Daddy Corvo 🤓 and Daddy Thomas 😶
The Night We Met - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spderman

word count: 5568
warnings: swearing, super adorkable peter
a/n: this is my first posted peter fic so go easy on me?
also this is really low key based on this song, but the sound of it not the words so much if that makes sense? idk i’m at a loss


[ i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt / i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again / take me back to the night we met ]

The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago.  It was late, one am, you presumed.  But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in.  It was dark, only the moon and star’s light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in.  Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.

You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you’d lived at the tower for most of your life.  All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage.  Before Tony Stark adopted you.  Why had he? You were never entirely sure.  You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you’d never thought to question him.  Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad.  Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to… well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective.  You weren’t his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood.  And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.

It hadn’t really mattered, you weren’t really an avenger.  At least, not one out on the battlefield.  No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet.  But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them.  Though the rest of the team wouldn’t prefer the term.  Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people.  Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was… important.

(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)

So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace.  You loved these secret nights of yours.  Your own special thing.

[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]

You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you.  You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.

“You know,” Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda’s new and improved outfit.

“Thanks a lot” You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.

“Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button”

“Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“y/n just- just shut up.  God when did you become a teenager?” You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.

“You don’t remember? Because I do.  Vividly”

“That’s only cause Tony gave you the body talk” Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory.  “Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today”

“New recruit?” You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked.  “Why wasn’t I told?”

“You designed his suit, the uh… the bug one”

“Ant Man?”

“No, the other one”

“Wasp?” You asked again, Bruce shook his head.

“No no, the one from Berlin” You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.

“Bruce, just cause my Dad’s sorta a snake sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bug, that’s rude” You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.

“Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?”

“I grew up” You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work.  Bruce frowned sadly at your back.  You were right, you had grown up.  And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have.  But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky’s arm.

“And no, it’s Spider-Man”


“Alright kid, this is a big deal now” Tony said, clapping a hand on Peter’s back as they made their way into the facility.  “Whole team lives here, my whole family” He told him.

“Wow” Was all Peter could think to say as his eyes looked around.  They landed on everything, quickly, wanting to take it all in at once.

“Okay okay, slow down, you’re one of us now, you’ve got plenty of time to make googly eyes-”

Tony was cut off mid sentence as Peter had crashed into something, sending the box in his arms and the papers in the other person’s arms flying as his victim stumbled backwards onto the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorr-” He stopped abruptly upon seeing you there, gathering your things as quickly as you could.  He couldn’t help his wide eyes as he watched your every movement.  Before he shook his head and began helping you pick up his papers.

“It’s fine I’m just- I’m super late” You spoke quickly, stacking your sketches in your arms messily and in a rushed fashion.  You didn’t even look up at him until he seemed to be staring at the paper in his hands.

“You-you drew this? Wow” He said in amazement, but you snatched it away.

“That’s what y/n does here” Tony said, not being able to take the awkward tension anymore and scooping up most of your papers in his hands and giving them to you.  “Geez are these all Wanda’s?” He asked you as you held what was probably a hundred designs in your arms.

“Yeah, yep, I didn’t know what exactly she was looking for she just said something new, so..” You trailed off, trying to straighten out and align all of the papers in your arms.  You shot a glance over at the boy who had picked up his box, full of typical teenage boy items.  Until you looked more curiously and could tell instantly he was  a very studious boy.  “You must be Spider-Man?”

“Parker Pete- Peter Parker.  I’m Peter Parker that-that’s me” He stammered, making you send a goody glance at your father before looking back to the boy that seemed your age.  He had adorable puppy brown eyes and the same colored curls on his head.  He was adorable, cute, it was the only thing you could think of for a moment.

“Well hello Parker Pete” You said with a small laugh as you stuck your hand out while carefully maneuvering your stack of papers.  “I’m y/n” You introduced while he shook your hand, a bit too long but you didn’t really want to pull away either.

“She’s also my daughter, and off limits, so let’s keep walking” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and steering him away.

“Wha- she-you have- you’re his-” Peter couldn’t even get a full sentence out as Tony directed him farther away from you, leaving you to stand in the hall and watch in amusement as your father dragged the poor boy away.

“Bye Parker Pete!” You called before heading off to Wanda’s room.

You liked Peter Parker.  He was a stuttering, adorkable mess.

[ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met ]

You were sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, sketching away as always.  Sometimes you just liked changing your setting.  Working in the lab could get loud, or stuffy, and it was good to have a little change of scenery.  Plus, the best things happened in the kitchen.

For instance, right now, everyone was trying to arm wrestle Steve.  Which was a very amusing sight to watch.  Currently, Natasha was flexing her arms trying to prepare herself for what everyone knew would be a failure.

“What’re you working on?” You heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Peter slipping onto the high chair next to you.  You smiled at him almost instinctively.  He’d been living at the facility for a week now, and at this point you were pretty good friends.  Being the same age really did help, seeing you were both the youngest ones there.

“Hopefully a new bow for Clint” You told him, showing him your design.  “I’m hoping he won’t break this one” You added with a chuckle.  Peter stared at the paper, genuine interest on his features.  You loved that about him, even for the simple things he always admired your work like it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“Neat” He said, still staring at it even as you slid it back to your part of the tabletop.  “What’s uh… what’s happening over there?” He nodded off to where Steve was dangerously close to slamming Nat’s hand on the table.  You were a little worried about the Black Widow’s well being, but even more so for the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had broken the dinner table over an arm wrestling tournament.

“Steve’s daring people to arm wrestle him” You said, watching them again, just as Natasha lost.  She groaned in frustration, shaking out her sore hand.  “He only does it when Tony’s not around to scold him for it”

“Scold him?” Peter asked curiously.

“He usually breaks stuff.  Tables, vases, bones” Peter’s eyes widened with fear, making you chuckle.

“Calm down Spider-Boy, he won’t attack you” You said, putting your hand unconsciously on his forearm.  “It’s just a little competition he likes to do to show off.  No one’s ever beat him” You shrugged.  “Kinda like how Thor tests us to lift his hammer, we all know that thing won’t budge, but we try anyways” You said.  Peter’s eyes were trained on Steve and Wanda’s current match.  You took his distracted moment to admire his features, his starry eyes, gelled but soft looking hair, thin pink lips.  You smiled at him, and only then noticed your hand resting on him.  You removed it quickly, busying yourself with your design again.

“Hey new kid!” You perked up once more when you heard Steve’s voice ring out, catching Peter’s attention.

“M-me?” Peter pointed to himself, unsure if the Captain America was talking to him or not.  You giggled to yourself quietly.

“Yeah you, you wanna try and go a round?” He asked.  Your eyes went from gleaming to wide with worry in a matter of seconds.

“Peter you don’t have-”

“Yeah sure” Peter shrugged before you could give him a way out of it.  You watched as he hopped to the ground and walked over to the opposite side of the table as Steve.  All of your focus was on the two.  Sure, Steve would never heart him on purpose but Peter wasn’t like the other avengers, he was sixteen, and you were worried he’d get his arm broken or something.  You stared as their hands latched together, neither of them doing anything yet.  “Look, I-I just wanna say sorry about like- attacking you at that airport” Peter said, and you blushed slightly at his cute awkwardness.  Apologizing for the fight, no one had really done that yet.  Most of you just tried to look past it.

“Yeah, no hard feelings” Steve winked, and like that, you could see their arms struggling slightly as they put all their strength into it.  Your lips parted slightly when you realized Peter wasn’t losing.  He was actually doing really well, completely focused on Steve’s arm.  “Wow kid, you got quite a grip” Steve commented, and you could hear the struggle in his voice.

Well that was new.

“But hey, I’m still the strongest one here” Steve said, slamming the kid’s hand down onto the table.  Peter sighed, shaking his hand just as Nat had earlier.  You clapped while the others began to leave the room, tired of Steve’s party games.

“Wow! Parker Pete!” You rushed over to him and hugged him before thinking about it.  “Just- wow” You laughed, and Peter gave a short laugh with you, rubbing his now aching hand.  “No one’s ever done that before! Just how strong are you?” You asked him, and his face went red.

“I-I don’t know” He stammered out, and you hugged him again.  You felt him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you a little closer as he held you.  It was quiet for a moment, and your heart began fluttering as you lingered there together.  Somehow, it wasn’t just a hug, and you could both feel it.

“Hey hey hey, watch the hands there” You sighed quietly when Tony came in, pointing accusingly at the both of you, and you pulled away from Peter.  “Break it up” He said, snapping his fingers as he went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

“Peter almost beat Steve at arm wrestling” You bragged, trying to ease up your father’s current mood.

“God dammit I told him no more of those” He grumbled, heading back out of the kitchen, the popped his head back in.  “Break it up!” He called loudly again.  “Both of you! Separate rooms pronto!” You rolled your eyes as he left, but squeezed a hand on Peter’s wrist before gathering your materials from the counter.

“Night Parker Pete” You said sweetly, then headed out the door and towards the elevator.  Peter slumped onto one of the chairs, staring at the doorway you just exited.

“Goodnight y/n” He said to himself.

“You like her?” He heard an accented voice and turned to see Wanda standing there.  The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he hadn’t even realized there was another way into this room.  “Yes?” She questioned after not having received an answer.

“Yea-yeah I mean yeah y/n.. y/n’s great she’s a great-amazing friend” He said, all the while nodding his head and blushing like a fool.  Wanda chuckled, using her powers to snatch an orange off the counter, but opted to use her nails to peel it.

“I can read minds” She told him.  “I know you like her” She told him, winking a brown eye.  Peter opened his mouth but no words came out for a few moments.

“I… she’s great” He told her, unsure of what he could say.

“You also think she’s beautiful” Wanda continued, putting a slide of the fruit into her mouth.

“Well I-”

“Are we discussing Peter Parker’s feelings towards miss Stark?”

Peter fell of his chair, definitely not having expected Vision to simply face through the wall of the kitchen, joining the conversation abruptly.  Wanda nodded as she chewed, and Peter attempted to stand and straighten out his sweater.

“Well I think it’s… pleasing” Vision said.

“Pl-pleasing?” Peter stuttered.

“Yes, it is nice to think of you becoming romantically involved with miss Stark” He said with a nod of his head.  Peter’s eyes widened with fear.

“No, no no no no, y/n and I-I we- we aren’t- she’s my friend”

“Yes, and Wanda is my friend” Vision said, and the witch’s head snapped towards him.  “But that is no barrier to love”

Peter almost fell just from standing up.  He could feel his knees wobbling and his heart was pounding incredibly fast in his chest.

“Vizh…” Wanda said slowly, coming over and putting a hand on the android’s arm.  “Let’s go talk” She said, and he nodded again, allowing her to guide him out of the room.  “But if you want my advice,” Wanda turned to Peter before she could fully leave the kitchen.  “Go for it, y/n looks at you a lot, the way… the way I remember Pietro looking at his love” Wanda said.  Peter couldn’t even find the right words to say before she left the room.

Shortly after, he went running out, making his way as quickly as he could to the weight room.  It was nearing ten o’clock, but he needed a stress relief, and working out seemed much better than sitting in his room with his anxiety all pent up.

He practically burst through the doors, not even noting Steve dragging a punching bag to it’s hook as he tore his sweater off, leaving him in a tee shirt and khakis.  Not really the best chosen attire to work out in, but he didn’t care.  He needed to… to run, to punch something.  He stepped up onto the treadmill, setting it on a higher setting before just sprinting.  Racing over the spinning rubber sheet until sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Kid? Hey Parker?” Steve called, catching Peter’s attention but he didn’t stop running.  “You aren’t stress running cause I kicked your ass earlier right?” He asked, and Peter shook his head, his breathing ragged as he put the treadmill on a higher setting.  “Alright, then why are you stress running?”

“I’m not stress running” Peter grunted.

“Yes you are.  Why?” Steve said, his voice stern so that he’d open up to him.  Peter let out a sigh, but was still reluctant to stop running.

“Because” He huffed.  “I’m in love… with y/n… and she’s Tony’s daughter… and doesn’t like me back… deserves better than me anyways” He said in between sharp intakes of breath.  Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.

“Alright, alright turn that off you’re gonna kill yourself” He said, and Peter didn’t even argue, just slowed it down before stopping it completely.  “Listen closely to me, alright?” Peter nodded shakily, and stepped down off the treadmill.

He walked over to Steve, and they sat down together on a bench.

“I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Peggy Carter”

[ i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

You had just slipped out of your room, checking to make sure the halls were clear as you walked as lightly as possible down the hallway towards the kitchen.  You hadn’t changed into pajamas like usual, still wearing your simple white dress from earlier that night.  But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to finally be able to sneak out.  Earlier than you usually do, it was midnight and you often waited for one am to roll around but you were too eager to escape to your happy place.

After tiptoeing down the stairs, opting not to use the elevator because it made noise, you snuck into the kitchen, quickly and carefully closing the door behind you.  Even though it and the walls secluding it were glass windows.  You were a creature of habit.

“What’re you doing here?” You spun around, about to kick the owner of the sudden voice in the throat, but be caught your ankle.

“Peter?” You lowered your leg, smoothing out your skirt.  “What’re you doing? It’s late” He gave you a look before laughing.

“Well I can basically say the same thing” He said, and you blushed, looking down for a moment.

“I… I come here at night when everyone’s asleep.  It’s my way of sneaking out” You said with half a shrug.  “It was a secret until now” Peter’s face fell, and he could feel his stomach dropped.

Oh my god I ruined her special place for her

“No worries” You said with a soft smile.  “I’m happy you’re the first I can share it with” You told him, and began to walk off to the living area, in front of all the windows.  Peter scurried off after you, walking awkwardly with his hands behind his back as you were staring outside.  He looked over at you, awestruck by the way the moonlight reflected on your features, making parts of your dress look like it was glowing, but others hidden in a shadow.  “So Parker Pete,” You said with a smile as you turned your head to look at him.  “What’re you doing out here so late?”

“I- I was just… sitting” He answered lamely, making you chuckle and roll your eyes a little.

“Okay, but why sit in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Don’t you want your rest?”

“M-my rest?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know.  Everyone around here falls asleep so early when my Dad’s not throwing some big party” You told him.

“Does he have parties a lot?” You crinkled your nose and bopped your head side to side as if to say so so.  

“Not as much as he used to.  Now it’s just the small group of us, playing music, eating lots of food, dancing, it’s nice.  A good reason to dress up and have fun but kick back from the stress” You told him.  “I guess I like it better than they used to be.  Loud, lots of drunks.  I remember hiding in my room inside my closet until my mom would come kiss me goodnight and tell me he was shooing people out” You chuckled a little, leaning closer to the window and tapping your fingers lightly against the glass to a made up beat.

“As a rebellious teen, do you want more parties?” Peter asked, mocking a reporter’s voice and making you laugh, shooting him a quick glance.

“I wouldn’t call myself rebellious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a total rule follower” You said.  “For the daughter of Tony Stark, I think that says a lot about my adoption” You said jokingly.

“I didn’t know that” He said, stepping closer to you.  He wanted to look out the window, enjoy the view as you were, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“Yeah you can’t really tell unless you look close enough.  We’re really close” Peter smiled gently.

“That’s good” You nodded.

“Yeah… to me he really is my Dad, I don’t go out of my way to use the term ‘adopted’ it doesn’t bother me by any means, he’s just more to me than that.  Pepper too, but she’s the busy one nowadays” You told him.  “Anyways, that’s my life story you wanna share now?”

“Uh, it’s sorta messy” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.  You shook your head, brushing it off.

“I don’t mind.  I’d like to hear it Parker Pete” He chuckled, and licked his lips while he thought of what to say.

“Well, uhm, my parents were killed” He said, clearing his throat.  “In a hijacked plane crash when I was seven… and uh… I’ve been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben since then” He told you, avoiding your eyes.  “And not long after I.. well became Spider-Man uh…”

You noticed the way he was kicking his feet into the carpet, a nervous habit, and your heart began to sink as sadness washed over your features.

“My-my Uncle he- he got shot because of me” Your eyes widened and you moved closer to him, your back to the window now and completely abandoning the view you loved as you stared up at Peter with crinkled brows and big wet eyes.  Your hand reached out to grab his without a second thought.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault Peter” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“No, no if I’d just been honest with him and had been back to him on time like I said I would he- I would’ve-” You placed your other hand against his cheek, turning his head up to look at you.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pete” You told him softly, keeping your voice steady.  “And I promise if he could see you now, he’d be so incredibly proud of you and all you’ve done” You saw his lips quirk up for a short moment, and you smiled at him.  “I’ve known you for all of a week and I am” You said, and his heart surely stopped in his chest, only to speed up again.

“Thanks, y/n” He said, and you nodded, dropping your hand from his face but kept your hands latched at your side.  “He would’ve liked you” He told you, and for some reason it made your cheeks heat up in a pink blush.

“Really?” Peter smiled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you’d remind him of May I’m sure” A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it.  Why did this make you all bubbly?

“Am I like her?” You asked, and Peter pursed his lips.

“You’ve got the same attitude but secret softie thing going on” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“I’m not a softie, I used to be out on that battlefield you know” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest as you’d released his hand.

“Really?” Peter asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking playfully.  “Because you were all worried earlier when I was going to arm wrestle Captain America” You jaw dropped open at him.

“Oh really? Say that to my excellent combat skills” You said with a wink.

“Excellent combat skills?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Uh huh, only reason I’m not out there is cause someone’s gotta make your spandex onesie” Peter looked at you with an offended expression.

“It’s not-!” He groaned, throwing his arms down at his sides.  You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“I don’t know… I mean, I designed it I think I know a onesie when I make one” You told him.  Peter opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and you began to laugh again, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling with delight.  Peter couldn’t even keep up his facade of a straight face.  “Alright, alright, what else? What do I and May Parker have in common?”

“I don’t know, uh, she used to dance with him all the time, when I was little they’d dance around to his old record player” You smiled at him, and bounced a little on your bare feet.  “What? What?” Peter asked as you just kept laughing and bouncing.

“Come on come on” You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer eagerly, and planting his palms on your waist.

“You want to dance with me?” He asked like he didn’t even believe it.  But you nodded, your grin still present as you crossed your wrists behind his neck.

“Yeah” You said, beginning to bite back your smile.

“I-I don’t have my phone so I don’t have any like-like music or anything” You shrugged your shoulders and noted how he panicked a little.

“It’s fine, we don’t really need it” You told him, and you gave him a comforting smile.  “Calm down Peter, it’s just me” You said.

How ironic, he thought.

“Why’s it ironic?” You asked, and Peter’s eyes filled with fear at the realization that he’d said it out loud.  He didn’t say anything at first, his brain still turning and his heart beating impossibly faster than it already was.  You could tell that he was nervous, so you rested your forehead on his chest so that he didn’t have to look at you.  “Peter?” You called when you didn’t hear any answer from him.

“Sorry I-I didn’t know what to say you uh y-you make me nervous” You pulled away, looking up at him with surprised eyes and raised brows.

“I do?” You asked, taken aback by the confession.  Peter nodded, looking from his feet to you and partially wishing that he could drop dead right this moment.

But then you smiled at him, an airy laugh coming from your lips.

“You make me nervous sometimes too Parker Pete” You told him, and a small smile pulled on his mouth, his face red.

“R-really I-I-I do?” He stuttered, and you nodded.  Peter let out a small chuckle, looking down again before back up to you.  You nodded again, your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth.  He let out a small laugh, really just a puff of air.

“Why do I? I’m not mean to you am I?” You asked, chuckling quietly and he did too, shaking his head.

“No, no not at all you’re-you’re nice, very nice- to me! To me anyways I’ve seen you have at it with Clint” You laughed again.

“We don’t fight it’s just banter” You told him, shaking your head dismissively and wringing your hands behind his neck.  “Well?” You said softly, still waiting for his answer.

“Well.. uh… well you see you’re very good at what you do- v-very talented” He started anxiously, and the swaying that has been your dancing, halted.  “And-and I think you’re really beautiful” Your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a grin.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah well yeah” Peter said simply.  “And you’re- you’re a genius I mean you’ve got this capability to work with Dr Banner, and you’re my age I-I’d say that’s pretty neat” You let out a soft giggle, your eyes wide with adoration for this boy in front of you.  “Truth is y/n I… I like you, a lot, as-as more than a friend” Your heart stopped in your chest.

“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered out softly.  I smile quirked on his lips, that turned into a grin within seconds.  You caught his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you licked over them subconsciously.  Your hands slid to his shoulders, resting at the base of his neck and you stepped ever so slightly closer.  His eyes kept looking from you to your lips, over and over and it made you chuckle.  “Well are you gonna kiss me or not?” You mumbled, your stomach flipping over repeatedly.

“Not! He is most definitely not!” You sprung away from Peter, your back and head hitting the window.  “Parker what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Peter spun around to see your Dad standing there, his arms crossed angrily.

“I-I uh I-”

“y/n, go to your room it’s time for bed” He said, his tone frustrated.

“Dad I’m not six you can’t send me-”

“Bed” He gritted and you stood a little straighter.  You nodded your head, and looked to Peter quickly, waving a short and quick goodbye and rushing out of the room.

[ when you had not touched me yet / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

Peter was pacing in the hallways, contemplating whether or not he should go  back to his own quarters, like Mr Stark had so… kindly… told him to.  Or if he should knock on your door.

He liked you, that part was obvious now.  He liked you so much it hurt to not be with you.  If he’d known what love felt like, he could almost say he was in love with you.  He could sit down and talk to you all day about anything, he could go to sleep at night wishing he’d had just five more minutes.

Maybe if you weren’t Tony’s daughter, maybe if the entire team of Avengers weren’t standing guard over you, like they were all your protective older brothers, he would’ve told you sooner.  Maybe.  Peter Parker was never one for having confidence, in fact, before the suit, he was the shy nerdy kid that no one really knew the name of.  He wasn’t popular, or very out going by any means, but ever since Spider-Man, he had a higher self esteem, pushed himself more.

And he really, really liked you.

So, he knocked.

[ Take me back to the night we met ]

“Peter?” You said quietly as you opened your door.  You had changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts for bed, your hair hanging down in loose waves hanging over your shoulders.  You wrapped your arms over your chest, trying to preserve the warmth you’d lost when you got out of bed.  “Hey what’re you doing he-” You were cut off when his hands flew out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips against his.  While at first you were surprised, you sunk into it instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck, completely melting against him.

When he pulled away you were a smiling blushing mess and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Why?” You chuckled.  “I mean, I’m not apologizing” You said again, and he smiled back at you.

“I just- might not get the chance to do that again” He said, and you nodded, biting down on your lips slightly.  “So-so I had to… just once” You nodded.

“Yeah I… I’m glad you did” You said softly.  He hugged you before saying goodnight.

You would both be okay.


idk the ending makes me feel eh :/
it’s been a long couple of days so i’m sorry about this
but this is for @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc of our love for parker pete

(update: the link for the dress didn’t work so here it is)

Strip That Down

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could you write a smut where the reader and Peter have thus HUGE sexual tension and one day at one party with the Avengers the reader starts to dance in a really sexy way (u can choice the song, show us your playlist) and everybody (especially the booooys) is looking at her which leads to a rough jealous Peter? Oh, and can u  make her Tony’s daughter? Just bc yes. I FUCKING LOVE U I’M ALWAYS CHECKING YOUR BLOG TO SEE IF YOU POSTED SOMETHING

A/N: HI I LOVE YOU OMG okay I know ive been slacking with the whole tagging thing but that ends now i promise okay ALSO I DON’T HAVE SEXY SONGS SO I LITERALLY HAD TO ASK MY FRIEND FOR A SONG SO IF IT ISNT SEXY IM SORRY

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

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The signs from my experience: (some of these refer to said signs in the moon or rising placement)

Aries: black, red. BOLD, annoyingly good at EVERYTHING, full of life, Violent. Outspoken. Unattractive when jealous. Always knows what to say🖤 Usually stylish. Lie to themselves.

Taurus: green. Shy at first but opens up if you ask ?’s, needs structure, left-over aggression from when they were an Aries. Talented. Possessive. Holds everything in & then it’s YOUR fault when they boil over. Style is questionable.

Gemini: blue. fickle, funny, full of shit. Face seems to change if double personality emerges. Intellectual. Can trick u into buying stuff. Points of interest are like maps in their head, it’s cool to see them talk. Forgetful. Naturally/subconsciously manipulate with their words instead of having humility or understanding. I hate that I need gemini dominant ppl in my life lol. Youthful GLOW. Mad style if they try.

Cancer: brown, blue, grey. makes everything about them. Reservoir of strength. Crosses obvious personal boundaries. Sickly. Doesn’t look u in the eye. Can see into yr dreams. Selfish. Gets mad at YOU when they can’t help you. Chicle. Needs help detaching themselves from how ppl treat them sometimes. Can look beautiful dressed in a potato sack and colorful scarf-natural beauty. Not very fake. Round. Can chill hard🌙

Leo: red, yellow. doesn’t have a lot of foresight. Easily angered. Fake. Unwarranted pride. Lacks compassion. Close minded. Wants what they can’t have. Words like fire, or none at all. Easy to talk to. Childish. Decent hair. Interesting points of knowledge & offbeat style. Kinda mean, don’t talk to them about astrology unless u wanna get yelled at.

Virgo: green. Deep, hollow vibes that u want to sink into. Cool eyes. Femme boys. Selfish. Sluts as in cheaters, not how many ppl they’ve been with. Funny. Few words. Scared to look bad so talks about others. Not introspective. Runs from deep emotions. Superficial. Drawn to all that is beautiful. Never content. Forgetful as fuck. Always has an active outlet. Thinks they’re sly (they’re not). No style.

Libra: pink, black. awful first impressions. Perfectionism can hide interesting facets of their talent/emotions. Usually sweet & picky- if yr their friend, yr lucky. Forgives. Balanced to a certain point. Cool-headed. Nice but lets secrets slip. Will tell u how it is. Full of grace. Pretty. Overall good friend. Points out the best in others💕

Scorpio: black, tan, white. Mistrustful of others. Remembers. Focused energy. Confused in luv. Entitled. Hidden pain. Cute confidence. Forgiveness takes TIME. Willing to work in luv.

Sagittarius: Gold, purple. lucky mother-fkers. Pure talent that could always be further developed. Can stray but wants to make lover happy. Easygoing. Adventurous. Better when not alone.

Capricorn: green, silver. Unpredictable & there’s nothing u can do about it. Readers. Shy with deadpan humor. Seems moody bc emotions r messy. Quiet confidence. Intimidating. Overly ambitious. Cute smiles. Hard on themselves. Complex. Cap to cap can converse telepathically 🔥🥀🖤

Aquarius: Rainbow. Not a fool. Puts up with too much in luv. Questions everything! Biggest astrology h8ers at first but will listen. Hopeful. Intellectual. Fun. Pretty hearts. Defenders of the weak. Addicted to something at one point or another. Healing words, good advice givers. Scattered knowledge. Great conversationalists. Down to earth but wants to leave. Not easily satisfied in relationships, wants to experience more! Dangerously adventurous. Is in luv w Capricorn 4 sum reason.

Pisces. Black, orange. Better placement for guys. Femme males, OFTEN mistaken as gay but rly just beautiful velvet boys🥀. Close to the source or damned to hell. Delusional. Very social or can’t hang onto friends. Seems to fly when excited. Manipulative either with emotions or musical instruments or both🔪🎹

-Bel Lo Mel