sorry i just give up

theyre on a date!!

I wish that no one cared and moved on easily with their lives if I died but I know my death would affect people so I can’t be so selfish and take my own life so I wish that something would make me die already …

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #61
  • <p> <b>Phil:</b> I still haven't figured out a name for our son :/<p/><b>Dan:</b> Oh but I've already named him<p/><b>Phil:</b> really? wha-<p/><b>Dan:</b> no, shrek, don't touch that you'll get hurt, son<p/></p>
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favorite pride and prejudice quotes

i always forget that brook is probably going to be the last straw hat standing and i am Hurt by the thought that he could very well drift the seas alone once again

So…..I saw my Human Zero Au going around and well…I’ve heard your cries and now I have answered.

I don’t particularly remember if I had a whole idea going on with this but you all seemed to like it haha and so I tried to keep the over all design and concept the same, even though my own style has developed quite a bit since then.
I’ll try to get X drawn in sometime.

This version of Zero is around 16-20yrs
In have a different design for him as he gets older. I have a lot of MMX Aus….but I like suck at being organized about these things so I’ll try to poke some fun into old and new ones.

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Let’s try to make everyone friends, Zelda. 

It’ll be easier, Zelda.

 It’s not like you’re dealing with two children, Zelda.

Why do you do this to yourself, Zelda;

Let’s Be friends Au.

Homecoming l Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker was suppose to take the reader to Homecoming, but something comes up involving the Vulture. After defeating his enemy, Peter tries to win back the reader. The reader doesn’t buy his dumb excuses anymore and it takes a certain Spiderman to convince her otherwise…

Warning: spoilers and sadness and fluffiness 

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: The final part!!!

MASTERLIST

A/N: It’s the finale!!!

Part One Here / Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here


Originally posted by hollandoakes

Peter slid into his apartment in excitement and nervousness. “May! I need your help!” She hopped off the couch in surprise. Peter raced to his room and pulled out a suit that he had never worn. He cleaned his leather shoes and danced to some music as he got ready. He sprayed a bit of cologne and made a face of disgust.

After nearly getting dressed, May pulled out her laptop and researched how to do a Windsor knot. Peter look down at his tie in confusion, looping it over itself in question. He followed the directions on the video and May stood behind him. He tightened the knot and stood to his feet, smiling in success.

Next May showed him some dance moves, silly and fun ones. He loosened up and danced along with her to the music she chose to play. May decided he was ready. She reached out and tugged his jacket straight before nodding in approval.

That night, May drove Peter to Y/N’s apartment and parked the car outside. May look over at Peter’s nervous state and smiled slightly. She leaned over. “It’s game day. Okay, so what’s is your plan?”

“Open the door for her, tell her she looks nice but not too much because that is creepy,” Peter said in clarification.

“Don’t be creepy,” May agree.

“And uh, when I dance with her, I put my hands on her hips.” May nodded her head and Peter exited the car, ready to take the girl of his dreams to Homecoming.

He made his way up the many flights of stairs until he reached Y/N’s floor. He walked down the hallways and found apartment number twelve. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

A few seconds later, it opened to reveal Y/N’s mother. “Hello Peter. Have you come to pick up Y/N?”

“Y-Yes ma'am,” Peter gulped.

“Well, come on in. Y/N is just about done getting ready.” Peter stepped inside and smiled at their cozy home. “Make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, ma'am. I’m fine,” he reassured her. The door to Y/N’s room opened and Peter turned his head, his mouth falling open slightly at the sight of the goddess before him. Y/N’s mother saw Peter’s reaction and smiled before looking over at her daughter herself. 

Y/N smiled sheepishly at Peter, her (desired color of dress) dress snug perfectly around her small figure.Her hair was curled and lay loosely on top of her shoulders. Peter had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Y-Y-You look amazing. You look beautiful,” he said. Y/N smiled and gazed down at her feet, trying to hid a blush.

“Well, don’t go anywhere. I am just going to grab my camera,” Y/N’s mother said, running off. 

Peter approached Y/N, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. “I-I uh…brought you a corsage.” He opened the small plastic box and took out the white rose that matched the one on his coat.

Y/N lifted her wrist up and he took her hand in his. Then he gently slipped the corsage onto her wrist. When his fingertips brushed against Y/N’s wrists, she couldn’t help but feel the sparks surging through her body. Peter held her hand and lovingly stare into her eyes.

“Alright, I got it,” Y/N’s mother said, coming back. Peter let Y/N’s hand slip away as her mother entered the room. “Okay, get together now.”

Peter looked over at his date and she looked at him. He gently rest his hand on her lower back and had it snake around to her waist. Y/N stiffened at first but then relaxed into his touch. They both turn their heads towards the camera.

“Perfect,” Y/N’s mother said, after snapping a few pictures. “Alright, are we ready to go?”


The car ride to school was silent, Y/N and Peter sat in the back while Y/N’s mother drove the two. The two young kids sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. 

Like in the movies, Peter eased his hand towards her’s which rested on her leg. His fingers brushed against her’s and she responded gently by moving her hand into his. Their fingers laced together and they both smiled.

When the car came to a stop in front of the school, they were forced to let go of each other’s hands. He stepped out of the car and looked over at a car that had pulled up in front of them.

He recognized the driver immediately. It was the Vulture. Peter had found out his identify when he battled him on the Staten Island Ferry. Now, here he was, dropping off a kid at his school. The kid who exited the car was none other than Liz Allen. 

The Vulture rolled down his window and Liz leaned in, pressing a kiss to her father’s cheek. Peter could read her lips, mouthing a simple ‘bye daddy.’ And he could hear him respond with a ‘have a good time.’ 

Peter was shocked to say the least. His best friend’s father happened to be his enemy, his rival, and the man he would have to bring in one day. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his own thumping heart.

“Peter?” He opened his eyes and looked over towards Y/N. “Are you ready to go in?”

“Y-Yeah,” he said. With each step he took, the thought of the villain echoed through his mind. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head. The two of them entered the gym which was all beautifully decorated for the occasion. 

“Are you alright,” Y/N asked Peter. He closed his eyes and turned his body to face her’s.

“I’m sorry. I gotta go,” he whispered. Regret and sorrow filled his eyes and confusion entered Y/N’s. “You don’t deserve this.” Peter ran off, leaving Y/N all alone.

Y/n stood in utter shock. She gently held onto her arm and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. She gazed around at everyone who seemed to be having a good time, but she wasn’t. She decided that she didn’t need to be there. So she left.


Peter had finally defeated the Vulture and stopped him once and for all. Though he walked away from the battle with a few cuts and bruises, he was sure they would heal by the time he made it back to the dance. 

So he swung through New York, desperate to make it back to the dance and give Y/N the good time she deserved. When he reached the school, his cuts had healed thanks to the spider. He quickly recovered his suit and tidied himself up as best he could before racing to the gym.

He shoved open the doors and found the gym empty. Everyone had left, all except the janitor who was cleaning up the mess. Peter’s heart sunk in his chest. 

“No,” he whispered to himself. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I did not miss Homecoming.” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed in defeat.

“Sorry kid. Looks like you are too late,” the janitor shrugged.

“Not necessarily.”


Peter knocked rapidly on Y/N’s apartment door with a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a box of chocolates and white teddy bear in the other. Y/N’s mother opened the door and frowned at the sight of Peter.

“Oh, Peter. What are you doing here? Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Can I please talk to Y/N?”

“I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to talk to you right now,” Y/N’s mother reassured him.

“I screwed up. I am so sorry. Can you just please give these things to her?” He asked, referring to the items in his hands. Y/N’s mother hesitantly nodded and took the things from him. 

“Goodnight Peter.”


On Monday, Peter got to school early in hopes to wait by Y/N’s locker and catch her before she watched her first class. Surprisingly, she never showed. Peter asked Ned and Michelle at lunch and they shrugged in defeat.

“Haven’t seen her since the dance,” Michelle said, burying her nose in her book.

“Did she say anything to you?”

“No,” Michelle said. Peter groaned and run his fingers through his hair.

“This is all my fault.”

After school, Peter bought more flowers and chocolate for Y/N. He made his way over to her apartment and knocked on the door. Y/N’s mother opened the door again and sighed.

“Peter–”

“At least let me talk to her,” he begged.

“I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Peter nodded his head sadly and handed Mrs. L/N the flowers and chocolate before turning to leave. Y/N didn’t come to school the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that. Now it was Monday again and Peter still wasn’t able to get in contact with Y/N.

He left her messages, calls, gifts, even hand written letters apologizing for everything. Each day, he went to her apartment to apologize profoundly but every time, it was Y/N’s mother who answered the door and never let him pass through. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to see her. He sat in his room and contemplated on how he could win her back. His eyes caught sight of his Spiderman suit laid out on his bed.

After the events with the Vulture, Tony was kind enough to give him the suit back, saying he earned it. Peter took it but hadn’t used it since. He was too busy trying to win Y/N back to even care about his suit. He needed to tell her the truth or she would never talk to him again. That was something Peter couldn’t live without.


Peter swung over to Y/N’s window that night in his Spiderman outfit. He landed on the fire escape and gazed through her window. She was sitting on her bed, surprisingly reading one of Peter’s many letters.

He took notice of all the letters sprawled out on the bed and the small box of tissues next to her. He gently knocked on her window and her head snapped in the direction of it.

She furrowed her eyebrows and made her way over to the window, opening it for him to enter. “What are you doing here?” A small surprised smile evident on her face. “Do you need another patch up?” He shook his head, completely mesmerized by her. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Peter said under the mask. Y/N gazed down at her feet and blushed like crazy. She turned around and went to sit on her bed again. “And…I really need to tell you something.”

“Alright.”

“I am here to explain Peter’s absence recently,” at the mention of his name, Y/N’s face fell and she rolled her eyes.

“So he sent you here to explain his problems. Real mature of him,” she scoffed. “I really don’t want to talk to him or about him if you don’t mind.”

“Hear me out. Once I explain to you, everything will make sense and everything will be clear. Okay?” She ignored him.

“Thank you by the way,” Y/N cut off, trying to change the topic.

“F-For what?”

“For saving me in Washington,” she pointed out. Peter shrugged and sat down next to her on the bed.

“It was nothing. I was in the area.”

“I owe you.” Peter’s head snapped in her direction at the words he once mumbled to her. Her eyes stay fixated on his face. “You saved my life.” He reached forward and brushed a stand of hair out of her face. 

“Well, I couldn’t lose my best girl,” he whispered.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Y/N laughed.

“What other girls?” He smirked slightly and Y/N blushed for the millionth time that night. “There is only you, YN. There has been no other. It has always been you.” 

The two didn’t even acknowledge their proximity, only inches away from each other’s faces. Y/N reached up and pulled the ends of his mask up his face, just past his nose. Her hands trailed down his body and rest on his chest. Peter pulled her closer by her waist until their lips were nearly touching.

Peter tilted his head to the side and their lips brushed together in a simple kiss. His big robotic white eyes closed, matching his real ones underneath the mask. He pulled her even closer to his body, deepening his first kiss with the girl of his dreams. When they pulled away, they rest their heads against one another’s.

“I’m–I’m…”

“You’re what?” Y/N asked, with a smile.

“It’s–It’s me…”

“Who?” Y/N laughed slightly. 

“I–I–I,” he couldn’t seem to form full sentences. “I love you, Y/N L/N,” he whispered to her. She froze in her spot, not expecting him to say that.

“W-What?”

She pulled away, slightly taken back by his words. Peter took her hands in his and closed his eyes for a second. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you ever since grade school. I loved you even before I knew what the word love meant. I am sorry I missed the decathlon, I am sorry I missed our Homecoming, I am sorry I missed everything. You didn’t deserve any of that,” he said, finally telling her the truth.

“Peter?” The tears spilled down her face when she realized it was him all along. He reached up and tugged the rest of his mask off.

“It’s me, Y/N. It’s your Peter.”

Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief and everything was made clear. Everything regarding his absence and disappearances. It was as clear as glass.

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you. I am sorry I lied to you. I am sorry for everything,” he said truthfully as she took it all in.

“It really is you?” His eyes were red from tears, his cheeks somewhat stained with the salty water, and his nose was sightly pink. “All this time…”

“I am sorry.” 

“You are Spiderman,” she said in awe. “The boy I have been crushing on since I met him is Spiderman.” She covered her mouth with her hands.”That’s why every time you disappeared, he reappeared! You were at the party, you were at the monument, you were always there.”

“I guess…in a way,” Peter shrugged his shoulders. 

“I can’t believe this is happening!”

“You’re not mad?” Y/N shook her head and stood to her feet. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“I wanted it to be you,” she said in all honestly. Peter looked up at her. She turned around and walked up to him, settling herself between his legs. “And I think…deep down…I knew it was you.”

“I-I’m sorry for lying,” he said. She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look up at her.

“Quit apologizing and let me forgive you.” She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Peter wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N moaned against his lips and he smirked in victory. 

They pulled away, obviously in need for some oxygen. Peter leaned into one of her hands on the side of her face and kissed it slightly. “I missed Homecoming,” he stated. “I never got a dance with you.”

“Do you still want one?” He nodded up at her and she pulled herself away from his grip, much to his dismay. She went over to her speaker and turned on some smooth and gentle music. 

Peter stood to his feet and Y/N approached him. She took one of his hands and rest it on her waist while she put her hand on his shoulder. Then their other hands met and entangled together.

“But I don’t know how to waltz,” Peter protested. She smiled gently and gazed at the boy who had stolen her heart. 

“I’ll teach you.”

THE END!!!

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