hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !
a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.
“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.
“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.
“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.
Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.
A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline. Like, for real this time. I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that. You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love. As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write. As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit. In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!! All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST. I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall. Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not
sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass. Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked
over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed
your desk. Sliding the glass panel up,
you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s
hoodie to protect you from the cold.
The superhero stood where he had first stood, the
night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago. And there, to his right, were the flower pots
that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you. Those stairs were where you would sit and
draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures
you created. Behind him was the railing
that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together. This fire escape was your entire relationship
condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other. If you used your imagination, you could
almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes. Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his
mask. Spider-Man, attempting to draw you
in the moonlight. Spider-Man, his hand
on your waist and the other in your hair.
Request: “Can you do a harry x reader where they always have really sarcastic and funny greetings and arguments which sometimes esculate and everyone can feel the sexual tension between them so they get locked in a room on deck and end up in heated making out”
Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader
Warnings: Profanity, Heated Making Out
“Why are you acting like such an idiot! I totally had him!” You exclaimed barging through the doors of Ursula’s Fish and Chips, seething.
“Well excuse me miss, it seemed to me that you were more concerned with flirting with the brute than actually fighting him.” Harry shot back sliding onto a seat on the bar.
“What happened this time?” Gil whispered to Uma as the two continued to argue feverishly.
“Harry and Y/N had a simple mission to steal a few swords from the Scarlet Skulls, but they had a bit of trouble.” She answered with an annoyed sigh.
“It was not any kind of trouble. I was trying to move the theft along with distracting their captain, but the grump over here got all hostile and got us busted.” You argued ignoring Harry mocking you from behind a menu.
“Listen darling, I was just trying to help you. Your charisma skills are below average at best.” He smirked moving the menu from between you, causing you to slap his pirate hat right off his head.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Y/N.” He exclaimed as you skipped away cackling at his blushing face.
Gil turned to Uma with a confused expression.
“Weren’t they just fighting?” He said shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.
“That’s Y/N and Harry.” Uma stated smirking as Harry chased you around the restaurant playfully.
A Few Days Later…
“You’re back again, Harry? Thought me beating you in the sword fight yesterday would damage your pride.” You taunted as a single drip of sweat fell from your forehead.
The past few days were unbearable in terms of Uma training everyone to basically their breaking point. Yesterday was the start of partner “battles”, and you were of course paired with Harry.
“Please, Y/N. I always love a challenge.” He smirked brandishing his sword and pointing it at your neck.
You tried to keep your eyes on his mischievous smile, but Harry had decided to train shirtless today. The sweltering heat seemed to be too much for him, but you knew he was only doing this to distract you.
Turning the tables, you pushed his sword away from you and held your own blade at his torso threateningly.
“Well, you’re definitely in the right place, Hook.” You muttered getting closer to his face. He smiled slightly and hit his sword with yours, causing a loud clash to sound.
This went on for a while, each of you having your short turn to overcome the other. But these were short-lived, as both of you were excellent fighters, not willing to back down.
“Give up yet, princess?” Harry breathed as you stumbled slightly. “Never, princey.” You exclaimed regaining your balance and jabbing at Harry’s leg.
He quickly dodged it though, which was to be expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to put down his sword in surrender and move closer to you.
“What’re you—“ You started glaring into his blue eyes.
“Shh, don’t fight it.” He said placing his index finger on your pouting lips. Harry began to lean in, and being completely stunned, you didn’t move.
He saw your shock and took the opportunity to swipe your legs and pin you on the dock, your wrists held above your head by his hook hand.
“Challenge accomplished.” Harry whispered with an innocent expression.
“Hey, get a room, will you?” Uma said folding her arms over her chest at the sight of the two of you. You glared at Harry’s signature smirk and pushed him off, tossing him his sword from off the ground.
“Fuck off.” You growled as Harry blew you an innocent kiss, winking at you as he did so.
“Gladly, babe.” He chuckled watching your fuming figure exit to your quarters below deck.
“What are you two, anyway?” Uma questioned as she watched the scene in front of her.
“No clue.” Harry stated placing his hat on his head.
Later that Night…
You had avoided Harry since the morning’s “incident” successfully until Gil pulled you to participate in the crew’s discussion on the main deck.
“Gil, I don’t want to play a stupid game.” You groaned whipping your hand away from his grip and beginning to walk away. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Can’t take a challenge?” A Scottish accent teased as he was dragged in at the bicep by Uma, who had a devious look in her eyes.
“Never back away from one.” You mumbled plopping down on the floor hesitantly. “Okay everyone, so me being the gracious captain that I am, I’m having a small game of Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Uma exclaimed cheerily as Harry took a seat next to you.
Your face paled, praying that you didn’t end up embarrassing yourself to any more extent than you had that day already.
Uma’s little game nights were required, and if you refused she made your life a living hell for the next week.
Last time you had boycotted Truth or Dare, toilets were cleaned by only you for five days straight. Shuddering at the thought, you turned your attention back to Uma as she excitedly explained the game.
“Now, any volunteers?” She finished with a bright smile. Crickets were heard for a few seconds before Harry’s hand went up slowly.
“Just to get it over with.” He sighed getting up tentatively. Uma smirked, you had no idea but her plan was going perfectly.
“Alrighty then, Gil, who should join Harry in the basement this evening?” She asked the blonde pirate as he looked up. “Y/N seems to be a bit lonely.” He answered pushing you towards the two of them roughly.
You turned a deep shade of red and stuttered an excuse to not participate. “Uh-uh, Y/N. Toilets are already being cleaned by Gil this week.” Uma sighed pushing both yourself and Harry below deck and locking the door.
“She’s such an…ugh!” You exclaimed pounding on the door violently. “I guess it’s not so bad, at least you’re not down here with Dan, he only has two teeth.” Harry joked sitting down on the ground.
You rolled your eyes and groaned, “At least Dan wouldn’t embarrass me in front of our entire crew.”
You slid down onto the floor next to Harry as you saw his eyes linger on your lips. “Why’d you do it, huh?” You questioned referring to the little stunt he pulled earlier.
“You know why.” He scoffed throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “Maybe I would if you fucking tell me!” You shot back angrily getting in his face to seem menacing.
“Because…” He started quietly. Your face held an adorable confusion that he decided he couldn’t resist any longer.
Placing a gentle hand on your cheek, Harry pulled your face closer and connected your lips with his.
In shock, you didn’t realize what he was doing exactly before he pulled away quickly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“
“Kiss me again.” You breathed interrupting him.
“What?” He asked quickly. “Kiss. Me. Again.” You stated sternly staring into his eyes.
His smirk returned on his face as he leaned forward and placed heated kisses on your lips.
You kissed back feverishly, lacing your hands in his hair as he pulled you onto his lap excitedly.
Giggling into his lips, you hold his jaw in your hands, attempting to deepen the kiss even more. This earns a groan from the pirate and you smirk.
“Looks like they’ve finally got together.” A voice states as the doors open. You don’t jump from Harry, just face the crew at the door in shock.
“Seven minutes was up ten minutes ago.” Gil chuckled as the two of you got up, blush-faced and embarrassed.
“Why don’t we ditch this and order takeout, my treat.” Harry mumbles in your ear once everyone had settled down.
Smiling, you nod and take his awaiting hand.
Later that night, kisses were exchanged and Harry fell asleep on your stomach, a box of noodles in his hand.
“God, look at you,” Tom whispered, his voice rough as his lips played connect the dots with the small freckles and moles scattered across your chest. “You look so good right here,” his lips met your jaw, sucking harshly when you tugged his hair, “you look so good under me.” You went to say something but his cold hands slipping into your sweatpants and touching your hot skin made you gasp, urging Tom on more.
“Tom,” you whispered, silently begging him to do something but not being able to form an actual sentence.
“Darling, patience is a virtue.” You rolled your eyes, your comeback stuck in your throat when his hands fingers danced over your clothed heat. “Did you have something you want to say, my love?” His voice changed from a delicate whisper to a deeper, rougher tone. “Nothing?” You managed to shake your head, feeling his cold fingers dip into your underwear, a prominent smirk on his face. “Hm, I didn’t think so.”
You restrained another eyeroll, your legs trying to close around his hand to encourage him. You whined when his free hand came to separate them, hearing him softly ‘tsk’ you. “Tom, you’re such a tease.” You huffed, reaching your hands out to grab his cheeks and pulling him up to kiss you. Your hands slipped from from behind his neck to the top of his boxers. Before your hands could dip any further, his hand came down to grasp your wrist, causing you to groan in annoyance.
“Baby, be good,” he pulled away from you and lowered himself. You almost let out another pathetic attempt to beg him to get him to speed up his teasing when you felt his cold fingers slip into your underwear. “Fuck, honey,” he whined, letting his fingers slip into you slightly, feeling your anticipation. “You are being good, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You nodded vigorously, bucking your hips to force his fingers to perform a different motion, which he happily obliged.
“God, Tom,” you whispered, one hand reaching down to grip his wrist while the other carded freely through his newly cut hair. It wasn’t styled, resulting in it being messily scattered around his head, slight waves forming on top of his head. “You’re so fucking good at this,” a light gasp leaving your lips mid-sentence as his fingers circled roughly against you.
“Tell me, baby,” his rigid voice called out from beneath your waist, “tell me how good it is.” You whined, pulling his hair again. He pulled his mouth away from you slightly causing you to complain. He licked his lips, rising to your ear, his fingers still toying with you. “Darling, tell me,” he placed a kiss to the shell of your ear, “I need you to tell me how good it feels, baby. Or else – I can’t continue.”
“No! I – fuck, Tom.” You felt him smirk against your cheek, his head slowly kissing his way back to where he previously was. “Baby, don’t stop I – oh, god,” your eyes squeezed shut when his hot breath hit you, “I need this – you – I need you. And, god, fuck me you’re so good – so, so good.” His fingers quickened their pace, moaning into you softly, driving you over the edge. “Tom, oh my, god.” You almost came undone – and then you felt an absence. “Tom, what the fuck!”
You looked toward him, seeing him lick his lips and wipe his chin. He walked toward the bedside table and picked up his ringing phone. “Hello? Oh, shit. Yeah, give me a second.” You looked at him confusingly, rubbing your thighs together in frustration.
“Are you done?” You asked, seeing him hang up the phone. He slid on his jeans and grabbed a flannel, lazily buttoning it up. “Where are you going?” He frowned at you, leaning over you on the bed to kiss you.
“I gotta go back to set – they need me for a reshoot.”
“Please tell me you’re joking,” you groaned, ceasing your thighs as you flipped onto your stomach and shoved your head into a pillow. Tom chuckled softly, rubbing your back.
“I’m sorry, darling, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“You’re such a fucking tease.” You whined, flipping onto your back again to face him. You brought your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into you to kiss him again. Your teeth immediately nipped at his bottom lip, causing him to smile. You pushed him away from you slightly. “When you get back,” you whispered, “you better fucking wreck me.” Tom laughed loudly, dropping his head to your neck.
“You don’t know what you’ve just gotten yourself into, love.”
let me pull up this scene again and ramble a bit about why and how I think Peter’s
immediate reaction of shooting is so amazing, and why I brought Yondu into this
mess in the first place.
reaction differs a lot from what an
average person (from Earth) would do in such a moment.
all, he was deep into the vision of Eternity that Ego showed him. As I
mentioned in an earlier post, the concept of eternity in itself is not
something the human mind is really able to comprehend, it goes way beyond our
imagination and understanding. While it’s already a miracle that Peter did not
lose his mind under that barrage or fall into an euphoria, it’s even more
amazing that he snaps out of it in the blink of an eye after Ego’s words and immediately is that much back to his
senses that he is able to grab his blasters and start shooting with the clear
intent of killing his opposite.
is the fact that Peter just got the knowledge that his biological father, which
he had just found, was the one who doomed his mother to a slow and painful
death, and afterwards talks so calmly about it as if he is talking about the weather.
shock in itself and hard to process. An average person’s reaction would be to
start processing it, unable or not willing to accept this fact. Many would go
numb or feel like the world has just slowed down as they struggle to piece the
new and old information together to get the full picture. Only after that process would there be anger,
because beforehand, they would still try to understand.
however, says “What?” and then immediately
goes into autopilot and starts shooting.
reaction I would expect from a trained pro, a pro who is able to skip that
initial reaction of shock and numbness and immediately go back into
fighting-mode – a pro like, an agent, or a soldier…
… or a
former battle slave.
trying to point out here is that this is not only Peter’s love for his mother that
is steering his actions here, but also Yondu’s training. Angry and hurt, Peter
is able to kickstart what he learned, what he was taught, acts on
reflex and goes straight to fighting and killing the jackass in front of him,
whereas an average person would have frozen and done nothing, or just started
yelling in anger and shock.
If it hadn’t
been for the training itself, Peter wouldn’t have been able to go straight back
to fighting. And if it weren’t for the love for his mother and the resulting
anger, Peter would probably still have
been frozen - because we have seen him react slow and hesitant before, like
when the Collector’s lab exploded in the first movie. Gamora had to pull him
away then because Peter just stood frozen in shock.
shows absolutely beautifully the
different parts of Peter’s upbringing and his personality – on one hand, big,
kind heart full of love, on the other hand, the reflexes of a fighter that were
honed over years.
are what Peter needs to survive in this galaxy, and what make him special.
shoutout to Meredith for being such an awesome Mum that even 26 years after her
death, Peter still loves her from the bottom of his heart, only thinks the best
of her and is freaking ready to kill for her because losing her was probably
the most terrible thing one could have done to him.
shoutout to Yondu for, while not being the best and most loving father figure,
doing his goddamn best to raise Peter in a way that would make sure the boy
could survive out there. Yondu didn’t know how to give fatherly, familial love,
so he just did what he knew best and taught Peter how to defend himself, and
that really saves Peter’s ass here.
thanks to @powerovernothing, since they ramble with me about this kind of tiny things
that I can scream about for hours – your inputs are so amazing as always, at
least three-fourth of this post are basically yours.)
R: They get mad at their s/o but they were at fault.
Requested by @minlii:
Hi^^ can i request a bts reaction to them getting really mad at their gf (but really so things got out of hand and she starts crying etc.) But they later realise they were at fault and she didn’t do anything wrong? Thank you♡
A/N: You guys sure love angst. I can never write a few lines when it comes to angst tho damn ;A; btw I’m sorry J-Hope stans, this one might hurt a tad oopsie!