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The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

As a practicing Witch and small-scale herbalist, I often find that when I’m out and about I’m also absentmindedly on the lookout for any new, interesting or useful herb species that might help me in my practice. I even carry a small clean jam jar and a sharp penknife in my handbag at all times for if I spot a herb I just can’t resist and need to take a cutting of it for my collection back home. However, while I’m avidly seeking out roadside feverfew or happily snipping cuttings of a rare cultivar of lavender or sage, I’m always acutely aware of why I call the etiquette of herb-gathering.

These are a few simple rules by which I suggest all foraging Witches, alchemists and herbalists should abide that dictate the correct course of action for those who seek to collect herbs from places other than their own gardens. They are mostly fairly common-sense, but a few are ones that might be overlooked, but which can actually be of profound importance!

I will list the rules below, but bear in mind that it’s not like this is some onerous obligation that must be fulfilled, and nor is it some sort of “Witchcraft commandment” or infallible and unchanging list of sacred laws. These are a few things that I created for my own usage, and nobody else is under any obligation to use them. If you choose to do so, I’ll be thrilled; if you find a way to improve them, please do reblog this post with your corrections! 

The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

  1. Remember that all plants are living things, and if you harvest them too severely, they will die. This seems obvious, but you’d be shocked how many people forget! This is especially important when what you’re harvesting is the plant’s leaves - always remember that leaves are how plants make their food, so leave enough of them to enable the plant to keep growing strongly.

  2. Never forget that you may not be the only one foraging. Make sure that, when you harvest a wild growth of a herb, there may be others in the area who would also like to harvest that plant. Take only a little from a lot of patches, rather than using only two or three patches, but taking almost all of what is available at each one. This will not only ensure that other foragers can use that patch too, but will mean that when the patch regrows, you’ll know where to go back to in order to find it again instead of needing to hunt down a new patch each time.

  3. When foraging on another’s land, ask their permission first! This seems so straightforward, but sadly people forget that plants growing in other people’s gardens (yes, even their front lawn) are that person’s private property! Taking cuttings or fruits from plants on that property without the owner’s permission is legally theft, and can be punished just like shoplifting or stealing a bike from a railing. It also means that the owner will know that their plant is looking smaller because it’s been harvested, rather than them thinking it’s died or been eaten by some wild herbivore.

  4. Always cut stems at a diagonal angle. Never snip a stem so that it forms a circular, blunted end, because this can allow rainwater to build up on the surface of the cut. This rainwater can trap fungal spores, and cause the plant to get a serious fungal infection that may damage or even kill that whole patch. Instead, cut the stems at a roughly 45° angle, so that water beads up and rolls off more easily. 

  5. When collecting flowers, remember that other people like to look at wildflowers. Never take ALL the flowers from any wild plant, both because it prevents that plant from reproducing as it naturally wants to do, and because it means others who walk past the plant don’t get to see it’s beautiful blooms! If you own the plant, that’s another matter - you may WANT to snip off all flowers to prevent it from bolting, like with parsley. However, with wildflowers, always leave at least half the flowers on the plant so that it can continue to reproduce as nature intended.

  6. Never pick a plant you can’t identify with total certainty. Yet another seemingly-obvious one that is nevertheless often ignored. This is often quoted for fungi, because some fungi can be quite poisonous, but if anything it’s even worse for plants. The medicinally fabulous plant known as yarrow, Achillea millefolia, is a very useful plant and a common component of herbal medicines. However, it looks almost identical to spotted water-hemlock, a species of plant so deadly that one bite can kill you in 20 minutes. Make completely certain that all plants you collect are positively identified, and that you flag all plants with commonly-confused poisonous cousins for further identification later if you’re not 100% sure.

  7. Never harvest flowers from plants around beehives. Bees are one of the most important families in the natural world, being responsible for the pollination of tens of thousands of species of flowering plants all over the world and on every forested continent. Whilst most species of bees are solitary, and don’t form the large hives we assume are common to all bees, those that DO form vast colonies need similarly vast numbers of flowers to support themselves. When you come across a beehive, especially a boxed hive that’s clearly domesticated by humans, try to avoid harvesting any flowers from within 500 metres (about a third of a mile) around the hive(s). The hive needs all the nectar and pollen it can get, and due to the rising threat of colony collapse disorder the life of every single hive is a precious thing that must be preserved at all costs. It might be inconvenient for you, but it’s worth it.


These are just a few of the major rules that I personally suggest all foragers and herb-gatherers take to heart. Remember that you’re not the only Witch who needs their supplies! Thank you for reading :)

– Juniper

All my Fault

warnings: death

words: 2,305

pairing: peter parker x reader

request: hiiiii love the blog!! could I possibly request some angst? peter cancels their plans to study or something together, and she goes out at night to get some snacks and ends up being followed and eventually killed? if its too much for u u don’t have to do it :’)

a/n: I don’t even know why I wrote such a long thing for this request,, its so sad. I was just gonna make it happy but since I’m tired af I just went with your request. please send in some happy requests so i can make up for writing this lmao. read at ur own risk,..

peter remembers the first time he saw y/n. it was the second day of 3rd grade, and flash had been harassing peter over his lunchbox. he said it was lame while flaunting his captain America backpack, looking down peter in disgust when suddenly it had been torn out of his hands and thrown into the gutter.

flash had immediately started crying while y/n grabbed peters hand and pulled him along to get out of sight. she had smiled at him, still holding his hand as she gave him his lunchbox she must’ve taken when flash was distracted.

“here. I think it’s cool,” she said. peter remembers the way his heart had raced so incredibly fast he was afraid it’d give out. “flash is stupid. want to be friends?”

fast forward to years later, peter has been harboring a crush on y/n for almost a decade. ned knows of course after finding out one night when peter had spilled his guts to him over a star wars movie, nearly crying when ned had laughed.

now, they’re a lot older. teenagers. they’re in high school, learning how to drive, slaving over homework and tests.

speaking of tests, ned, peter and y/n are in the library studying for an upcoming Chemistry quiz when y/n pushes her books away with a loud groan.

peter shakes his head in amusement, doing the same only quieter. “break time?”

“yes, god.” y/n rubs her eyes, looking momentarily dazed when she turns to peter and he bites his to lip stop himself from blushing if he isn’t already.

“I hate my life,” ned cries, breaking their eye contact to turn and pity him. “I would rather eat a can of worms than take this test.”

“I’d eat two.”

“yeah, well, I’d run naked through the halls if that would earn me an A, because there is no way I’m passing this.”

“dude, no!” peter has to cover his mouth from bursting out laughing, y/n doing the same thing as she ducks her head, her shoulders shaking. now he’ll never get the image out of his head.

“what? I suck at Chemistry, peter. desperate times calls for desperate measures. don’t tell me you wouldn’t do it too if it’d earn you an A.”

peter rolls his eyes. “of course I wouldn’t.”

“liar!” ned punches peters arm and he lets out a whine, which is followed by a wave of shushes all around the room.

“quiet guys, or you’ll get us kicked out.”

peter goes back to his notes, but he can’t help but sneak a glance at y/n. she does too at the same time, giving him a small wave. he grins, pulling out a piece of scratch paper and writes at the top would you really eat two cans of worms to get an A on the test?

he passes the paper towards her and she looks at him with raised eyebrows. she writes back only if you’d do it too.

peter returns the look she had given him. you’d have to give me something first.

what, a kiss?

a laugh escapes from y/n’s lips as she sees how peter reacts to what she had written. he’s sure he’s having a minor stroke because he can’t seem to do anything but stare at the paper in shock. he’s so sure y/n is joking, but he rereads her words over and over until she leans closer.

“you okay there, pete?” she sounds so smug as she speaks, one end of her lips pulling upward in a smirk. peter regrets facing her because now he can’t stop staring at her lips, which is exactly what y/n had wanted, he realizes. “see something you like, huh?”

peter snaps out of it, startling ned when he sits up too fast and shakes the table.

“I am trying to study-” ned cuts himself off, eyeing both of them suspiciously. “what just happened?”

“what? nothing happened. everything’s normal,” peter answers too quickly and ned points at him.

“you’re redder than elmo, peter. and y/n, you’ve scooted your chair closer to him. something definitely happened.”

“okay there, nancy drew.” y/n flicks a wad of paper at ned, who smacks it away and hits peter instead. “oops.”

“yeah, oops.” peter takes the ball, scanning the room until he finds a suitable target. flash. one of the only times they have ever seen him in the library, and peter isn’t about to pass up this opportunity. “the second I throw this paper, pretend like nothing happened, okay?”

ned and y/n nod, both giggling quietly as peter takes aim. he sucks in a breath and throws it, immediately leaning his chin onto his palm and tries to appear like he’s emerged in his book.

flash shrieks and they all nearly lose it.

“who threw this!” flash shouts, picking up the paper angrily. peter doesn’t move, but flash spots him and points to him. “penis parker! I know it was you!”

“maybe it was Spider-Man.” y/n shouts back, which is enough to make the others in the library laugh. flash opens his mouth to reply, but the librarian grabs him by the arm and drags him out.

“that was the best thing in my entire life.” ned wheezes out while he wipes his cheeks.

the bell rings, signaling that lunch is over. they all pack up their things and peter quickly slips the piece of paper he and y/n had been writing on into his binder when she wasn’t looking. he’d make sure to frame this when he gets home, which is totally not weird. at all.

“so I’ll see you guys at peters later?” y/n asks as she throws her backpack over her shoulder.

peter freezes while picking up his notebook. oh, right. they were going to meet up at his place later to continue studying. he had completely forgotten. he was planning on staying out later than usual today on patrol, which would be way more fun than sitting around crying over Chem.

“actually, I’m kind of busy..” peter trails off. he feels guilty when ned throws his hand into the air, but feels even worse when y/n’s smile falters. “I’m sorry, really. it’s just I already said I’d stay late at Stark internship and-”

“don’t worry about it, peter,” y/n says. she hides her disappointment by adjusting her backpack straps and peters stomach squeezes.

he can always stay out later tomorrow, he thinks. “how about I call in sick? then we can study until dawn.”

“no, it’s okay. I know how much the internship means to you.”

peter almost says that she means more to him than any internship, but ned clears his throat awkwardly.

“we’d better get to class, guys. peters already on thin ice with the teacher and we don’t want him stuck in detention for another month.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” y/n smiles at peter and he almost doesn’t reply until ned nudges him in the ribs.

“yeah! yeah. see you tomorrow, y/n.” peter watches her until she’s gone, which earns another blow to the ribs from ned. “dude, stop. what are you doing?”

“what are you doing? why’d you blow her- us, off? I really do need to keep studying for this test.”

peter pushes ned slightly as the walk to their class. they only have classes with y/n before lunch, none after, which means they don’t see her until till school ends in almost 3 hours from now. except, they’re not going to hang out today and peter will more than likely be gone by the time y/n exits the building, so chances are that he won’t see her till tomorrow.

his last periods drag on so slowly, but when the bell rings, peters already out of his seat and flying through the halls.

he changes in the same alley, pulling on his suit in a record time and is soaring through the air within the minuet. he stops another bike thief not even an hour into his patrol, leaving a sign on it like all the others. he’s got to start carrying around a marker and paper or something, because it’s starting to get annoying asking around.

it’s about 9pm when peter feels his phone buzz in his suit. he lands on his building to pull it out, the screen showing that y/n is calling. he hesitantly declines, still feeling slightly guilty for earlier. he knows that he shouldn’t of blown her off like ned said, but he what he’s doing is important. he’s saving innocent lives.. and stopping people from stealing bikes.

peter almost tucks his phone away when y/n’s name pops up again. he frowns, but hits decline again and switches it off. even if he answered y/n’s phone call now, it’d be too late for them to study together. may she just wanted to call to see how he’s doing?

he shakes his head as he climbs up his apartment. no, he’ll see her tomorrow. he should just stop worry about it.

peter wakes up late. he had forgotten to turn his phone back on when he had gotten home, which didn’t set off his alarm, so he’s forced to go as Spider-Man to school until he’s a few blocks away. he changes into his regular clothes, nearly losing a shoe to a huge rat that had appeared out of a trash can.

he runs the rest of the way, not stopping once and makes it just as the bell rings. he climbs up the steps when he notices that people are staring at him weird. he runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it out with confusion. there’s nothing wrong with him, unless flash had started some obscene rumor because of what he had done in the library.

still, he can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen as he breezes into first period. it’s oddly silent, and peter finds that y/n’s seat is empty. he sets his bag down on the floor and jumps when ned plops down next to him.

“you okay, dude?”

“yeah, yeah. I guess I’m a bit anxious.” peter takes out his notebook, unable to tear his eyes away from y/n’s chair. something isn’t right. “hey, have you heard from y/n today? she’s not here.”

ned shrugs. “nope. why, are your spidey senses tingling?”

peter pulls out his phone and presses the power button. it takes a minuet for it to start up, but when it does, his stomach drops as he finds that y/n had called him 10 times and left him a few voicemails.

his throat tightens as he presses the first voicemail and holds his phone up to his ear.

“peter?” y/n’s voice is shaking. peter feels like he’s about to throw up. “I-I, um. just wanted to call you because.. I don’t know. maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel like I’m being followed? please call me back.”


he doesn’t even realizes he’s standing until ned tugs on his sleeve. the voicemail ends and peter hurries to click on the next one, ignoring ned as he pulls him down.

“I know you’re busy with the stark internship, but..” y/n sniffles. peter doesn’t hear anything but her voice. “I just wanted to get some chips from that 7-11 a couple blocks away. you know the one we go to all the time? it’s really dark and I can hear their footsteps behind me, peter. maybe it’s just a coincidence though? call me.”

“they’re walking faster now,” the next voicemail plays even though peter hasn’t moved. “I-I’m really scared, peter. I’m going to call the police after this. I’m sorry for bothering you, but I’d really wish you’d call me back.”

the next voicemail starts off with heavy breathing. like she’s running. “I called the police but-I.. I don’t think they’re going to get to me in time, peter. I don’t know what to do except run, and-and now they’re running too.”

“mr. parker!”

peter pulls the phone away from his face slowly. he feels like his lungs are collapsing. his head is pounding as he gets to his feet, facing his teacher and the students staring back at him.

he doesn’t even say anything as he sprints out of the room, barely being able to hear the teacher telling him to stop. he has to get to y/n’s house. he has to get there as fast as he can, because she has to be okay. the police must’ve gotten there just in time. her phone was probably just lost, that’s all.

peter doesn’t even bother to change out of his clothes. he just slips on the mask and web shooters before taking off to y/n’s apartment. the whole time, he feels like he can’t breath. the mask is too tight and it’s suffocating him.

what takes a 20 minuet train ride takes peter 5 minuets to get there. he lands in the alley without grace, tumbling and scraping up his elbows and ripping his jeans. he doesn’t care as he stumbles to his feet, scrambling up the stairs and knocks on y/n’s door.

it opened slowly by y/n’s mother, who looks like she’s been crying all night. peter breaks at the sight of her.

he remembers the last time he saw y/n. it wasn’t even 24 hours ago. she was smiling and laughing in the library because peter had thrown a paper ball at flashes head.

he doesn’t feel the arms wrapping around his shoulders as he lowers himself to the floor, or the hands on his cheeks.

he had let y/n down. it was all his fault. if only he would’ve said yes to studying, then he could’ve walked y/n home and she wouldn’t of been followed. he could’ve prevented this is he wouldn’t of put Spider-Man first. and now he’d never forgive himself.

Loser’s Soulmate AU 2

The day a person turns 16 they switch bodies with their soulmate.

  • The fucking shenanigans that would take place
  • Richie turns 16 first and the moment he wakes up in Eddie’s body he runs downstairs and tells Eddie’s mom he’s going to marry “a dapper young man named Richie Tozier and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
  • Eddie nearly fucking pisses himself when he wakes up
  • Eddie gets dressed (which is a really awkward ordeal) and steals Richie’s bike, rushing to his house to do damage control
  • When Eddie gets there his mother slams the door on his face, “Richie Tozier, you are never allowed in my house again! You’ve poisoned my son’s mind!”
  • Eddie watches as his own body giggles at him- he’s very, very angry
  • Richie spends the entire day pretending to be him, telling the other Loser’s that “Richie’s just playing a stupid game like usual. Could you stop joking around Richie? It’s getting old” while Eddie tries to convince everyone that it’s really him
  • The losers know it’s Richie’s birthday and that Eddie has to be his soulmate, but sometimes they like to have a little fun
  • When it happens to Bev and she wakes up in Ben’s body she just calmly goes about her day until Ben turns up and gives her the absolutely most heartfelt hug ever
  • Bev says it’s the best birthday she’s ever had
  • Mike wakes up in a girl(who lives away from Derry)’s body. He meets a few of her friends and leaves a note for her with his name and address. It’s all pretty cute, and the Loser’s loved her.
  • When Bill wakes up in Stan’s body he says a few sentences to see what it’s like without the threat of a random stutter, then he goes to his house and explains what happened to his parents before Stan wakes up.
  • When Stan wakes up, it’s to breakfast in bed while Bill smiles at him with his own face.
  • Stan literally falls off the bed
  • They make out pretty much the entire day
  • Then, when Stan wakes up on his own birthday, he’s the one who makes breakfast for Bill
  • When Eddie wakes up in Richie’s body, he decides to enact some revenge- starting with refusing to kiss Richie because it’s “like kissing yourself, and that’s weird”
  • Eddie totally hides all of Richie’s favorite shit in weird places
  • Stan comes over to help him.
  • Ben is the last one to go through the switch
  • He totally sings a lot that day, so that he can commit Bev’s singing voice to memory
  • Mike walks around telling everybody that Bev is the “nicest man” in the loser club for at least a week after they switch back
  • Bev is totally in on it, and Mike and her go wood chopping to prove their manliness for no other reason than “meme purposes” (as Richie likes to put it)

Just cute Loser’s being happy.

and while harry is performing stockholm syndrome in new york wearing a pink suit and playing a guitar, louis is wearing stripes and jeans and he’s stealing bikes in doncaster filming what it looks like it’s a music video for his next single (???) CAN THEY CHILL FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES 

Merle and Daryl fighting over you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo 😏them both!! But let’s be real…Merle is the one winning obviously 😏LOL! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Them both liking how you get along with them and Merle being the first one to admit to his brother about how he wants you, only for Daryl to get oddly irritated and tell him to back off

-Merle always butting in whenever you and Daryl are hanging out together, and just doing whatever he can to annoy his younger brother away from you

-Daryl being rather sweet towards you in his own genuine way, always helping you around but Merle seeing it as him flirting with you and just doing whatever he can to make him screw up

-Merle loving to flirt with you and use all kinds of words to compliment you and hint at you that he wants you, only for Daryl to get really pissed and tell him to shut his mouth

-Daryl doing whatever he can to prove to you that he’s nothing like Merle and that’s he’s his own person, all while Merle still tries to prove to you how much he cares about his younger brother in his own odd way

-Merle loving to be ahead of Daryl and waiting for you in your tent before just to spend some time with you, only for Daryl to get mad at himself for being too nervous to do the same

-Daryl stealing Merle’s bike and always asking you to ride with him to move ahead along the road, making Merle have to sit in one of the cars with the others and just start to plan to do the same next time

-Them both turning their hunting trips into a competition and literally fighting over who gets to kill what first, only to always come back rushing to show off to you

-Merle taunting Daryl about being too soft and shy whenever it comes to physical contact with you, especially after he’d just gotten a hug or any sort of touch from you, only for it to usually end up in a stupid brawl

-Them both trying to confess to you, only for them to start arguing between each other all over again and for you to wonder if you should just walk away

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I stole my friend’s mom’s bike. Someone stole it so I stole it back for her after the cops refused to help and she found it but like??? I still feel bad??? Even though that person stole it????? Like… I’m glad I got her bike back but still ; ^ ; I feel bad

Mr. J

Revving of an engine and screeching of wheels. I had never drove against a road so fast in my life.

No doubt in my mind told me that I had gone over the speed limit, and only proving this thought as I was hastily found glancing over the bike at the speed meter, noticing that I had just began approaching 100 miles per hour.

I was practically flying down this highway just about going into the tunnel, surrounded by cars all going at least 40 miles slower. This was dangerous, I knew it deep inside me but at this very moment the only thing I felt was important was the fact that the love of my life was also racing down this street and I was quickly losing him.

He was a crazed, psychotic man. Literally crazy, and showcased this by the many rebellious acts of crime he has committed. Robbery, assault, treason, Drug trafficking….Murder.  

The list could go on if you really felt the need. In fact, It’d probably be easier to cross off the crimes he hasn’t committed. He was a man of insanity, and unfortunately enough for me, I was in love with the Psycho King. (Hes not a clown in this. Just lil ol Justin)

Back at the insane asylum - the place we had met - things began professional, normal to say the least. But It didn’t take long for that to escalate into something more. There was no kidding when people said the Joker was a manipulative man, and I guess he wouldn’t be as dangerous as everyone says if he wasn’t good at his job.

He played with my heart and twisted my mind until he had me right in the palms of his hand. Calling me beautiful and seducing me enough until I finally began allowing him out of his straitjacket during sessions.

Little by little, he began his heist into using me to get his way. Small things such as a few minutes of freedom from his jacket turned into a little more ‘pleasuring’ acts of 'comfort’. It was therapeutic he would say. And I wouldn’t have admitted then, but I knew I gave into his ridiculous request because I felt something for the psycho.

Our secret affairs slowly turned into feelings on my end which was exactly where Justin wanted me, right until the point I was head of heels for the joker. Once he had my heart he requested something ridiculous, but something he knew I wouldn’t refuse to give him due to my love for him.

“Anything Love.” I purred instantly in response to his words. 'I need something Kitten.’ he began. 'Something a little…insane.’

His usual sadistic, rather creepy smile fell slowly into one of a serious glare, gazing right into my big doe like eyes. He’d admit Y/N was a beautiful woman, but business was business, no time for pleasure, and especially girlfriends. The joker, A.K.A justin didn’t do love, which he was soon to tell her.

“I need a machine gun.” He suddenly spoke, slow and confident but also just the slightest bit desperate in order to capture my attention. Like I said, he was good at manipulation.

Inside, my instant reaction was a frozen, rather shocked face of horror. I knew what a dangerous man Mr J - as he prefered to be called - was. What on earth would he do with a machine gun? But on the outside I remained calm, showing nothing but the jerk of my head and a timid reply. “A machine gun?”

That’s when Justin crazy side kicked in once again and a large sadistic grin spread across his face, his head rocking and a breathy laugh escaping as he stared at me through squinty eyes.

The memory was soon pushed to the side as I suddenly remembered I was still speeding down a main road on a motorcycle, just merely dodging a car honking rather desperately for my attention considering I had somehow drifted on the wrong side of the road.

Getting back on track I sped the bike up, slowly and sadly recalling the events shortly after I had actually managed to give him a machine gun a few days after he had requested it.

That night Jay had escaped the asylum with a gang of fellow criminals, using the machine gun I had given him, only making me realise that I’d actually been used, and that he never truly cared about me at all.

But I refused to believe that. It just wasn’t right. The way he looked at me. Sure he was a good manipulator but there was no way he could be that good an actor. He’d had to feel something, right?

Which leads me to where I was now, the same night he had broken out of Toronto Asylum, flying down a highway in search for the love of my life.

And just on cue, his car came into veiw. It was pretty hard to miss his sparkling chrome lamborghini speeding just as well down the road. Except just not as fast as I had been going. Only creating an easy approach to his car. And as I drew near to his side window, I finally caught sight of his beautiful face.

He wasn’t in his usual Asylum attire, sweatpants and a straitjacket. Instead he wore an expensive suit. Black button down shirt, left open a few buttons at the top, along with a leather black jacket and dress pants to accompany the shirt.

He looked simply stunning and if any woman were to pass this man on the streets and not know his name, nor his absolutely psychotic personality, no doubt would they be falling to his feet for his attention.

As I approached his window, the buzzing of the bike engine had attracted his attention enough for him to twist and investigate the noise besides him, only proceeding to evidently roll his eyes at sight of me.

The action only left me buzzing in anger just the slightest bit more, my heart breaking however more it could after the earlier events. But I hadn’t left my job, possibly losing it, only to steal a bike and speed down a highway just to turn back at the sight of his distaste once seeing me.

No, my love for him was beginning to turn me psychotic, and there was no way I was leaving without at least saying what I came to say. So with a scowl on my face, I sped up just the bit more and sped far in front of him, overtaking his luxurious car along the way.

As the bike sped against the road and begin to tilt, I quickly realised I wasn’t going to make it very far on this vehicle any longer, and as it tilted and tipped, I quickly jumped against the side of it and held tight as it skidded on it’s side to a stop, leaving a trail of sparks in its leave.

Though this hadn’t stopped me, and as the bike came to a full stop, I was quick to jump off and stand in the middle of the road with an angered stance, growling as I watched the Jokers car beginning to approach at full speed, with no signs of slowing down.

The sudden block in the road had the joker growling in annoyance, rolling his eyes back at the woman’s actions. Contemplating his motives in his psychotic mind, he seriously thought about just continuing to drive in hopes that she’d move out of the way, maybe even just hit her if she refused, but not even he could bring himself to do it.

He hated to admit it but he did….like her. But the joker did not love. Nor did he like. But somehow she had made the 'like’ list, being the first and only person on it. And in a way, he hated the girl for that - changing the way he hated everyone. But he’d never admit his 'like’ for her.

Pulling a face of pure annoyance, he slammed the breaks, merely missing the girl by not even a meter in space, he smiled in a heap of sarcasm and annoyance, watching as she huffed in anger, the emotion boiling high and visible in her eyes.

“You.” He growled with a smile, merely loving but not admitting the idea that she’d done all this just for him.

Y/N’s crazy was beginning to surface, the time spent with Justin in the asylum being his therapist, and the feelings caught left her becoming crazy herself, slowly beginning to lose her mind just a little more with every encounter she had with the attractive man.

Y/N jolted forward, using all her strength and an insane tone of yelling to slam her hands against the bonnet of his car, yelling with a deranged but hurt gaze, “You’re not leaving me, YOU’RE NOT LEAVING ME!!”

If anyone else were to do what Y/N had just done - yelling at him was already a death sentence, let alone slamming your hands against his car - they’d likely not have teeth… nor a head. And the fact that Justin wasn’t on his way to put a bullet between her eyes for this was already a sign that she was different to him. She meant something.

The joker began to shake his just the slightest bit, muttering to himself in his crazy tone, “You, you, you, you’re a little pain in the ass.” But he’d not admit that the crazy side you showcased was definitely turning him on.

As a truck approached and pulled to a stop behind the joker’s car, Justin jumped out of the lamborghini lazily, and annoyedly swayed over to stand in front of Y/N as she spoke through tears to the man she loved.

“I have done everything you said!” She yelled in disparity, though the joker only rolled his eyes at her tone, pulling a shocked, near unbelieving face as he approached as if she were a child throwing a tantrum over nothing. “Every test, every trial, every initiation, I have proved I love you, just accept it!”

Justin raised his arms up at the girl, stopping her as he spoke without a sense of sympathy. “Got it, got it, got it.” He mumbled fast in boredom. “I, am not someone who is 'loved’.” Justin announced to Y/N, who had just let a tear escape her eye.

Suddenly clapping his arms together, only showcasing his insanity more as he smiled his creepy smirk. “I am an idea. A state of mind.”

The truck behind honked his horn, obviously becoming mad with the lack of movement. Though the joker ignored this and raised his voice, now circling the girl.

“I execute my will according to my plan and youuu, doctor,” He taunted stepping out in front of her again, just as Y/N took the opportunity to leap forward and grab his face in her hands. “Are not apart of my plan.” Justin finished.

The truck honked again, though Y/N payed no attention and stared lovingly but desperately into his eyes. “Just let me in.” She pleaded, watching as the joker swayed in his spot, mouth open showcasing his silver teeth. Justin always loved the expensive things.

At her words Justin sighed in annoyance, stepping back away, allowing her hands to fall to her sides. “I promise!” She became even more desperate then before realising she was slowly losing him. “Let me in! I promise I wont hurt you!”

Another honk. Now she was beginning to get mad.

Justin turned around with a sarcastic smile at her words, laughing slightly as he tauntingly said. “Promise? Promise?!” He began laughing slowly, but was interrupted by a man, presumingly the trucker now approaching.

“Hey dickface!” He called. “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else?!”

But it was all beginning to become too much for Y/N. The though of losing her Justin, the way her Justin was taunting her, the trucker now only continuing to irritate her even more. It was obvious Justin wasn’t taking her serious so she needed to take matters into her own hands.

It all happened so fast. Without hesitation, she reached into the joker’s suit, picking his gun from the pocket inside and instantly pointed it at the man. In the split second it all happened, the joker eye’s widened in shock and he began to speak with a taunting tone “I would-" but stopped in surprise shortly after a loud bang was let off. 

It was too late. The man was dead, and the deed was done. But the scariest part was that Y/N wasn’t shocked by her actions, nor guilty, she was slowly becoming as insane as the joker, maybe even more. Little did she know this the was the first of many kills with the joker.

Justin looked at the trucker now on the floor, then circled his head back to the girl slowly beginning to turn him on. God did he love bad girls. "I was going to say I wouldn’t do that If I were you.” He spoke, though Y/N didn’t care.

And was soon pointing the gun straight at the joker instead, his face showing the slightest bit of shock and for a reason he - for the life of himself couldn’t pinpoint the reason of - had an ache in his heart at the sight.

Suddenly realising the situation, he grew fearless fast. It wasn’t the first he’s been held at gunpoint and he certainly knew she wasn’t going to shoot him. He was crazy and wouldn’t admit his liking towards her and couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, there was no way she were going to bring herself to kill him.

“Ooh, don’t hurt me.” He taunted with a smile. “I’ll be your friend.” He laughed.

But he soon realised Y/N wasn’t playing any games by the intense gaze in her eyes. He growled, dropping his smile fast. “Do it.” He whispered. “Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”

Her eyes were quick to tear up again. “My heart scared you and a gun dosen’t?”

But the last straw was pulled as the joker finally lent back and yelled. “DO IT!”

That’s when Y/N finally snapped and saw eye to eye with the man before her. If he wasn’t scared of losing his own life then he was scared of nothing right? But every man has a weakness, and if not being able to kill her - the only thing that pleasured him - was too hard, then it was obvious what his weakness was.

Suddenly jolting her actions the tables turned so fast that not even the joker, the genius he was, could comprehend what was happening. She were soon at gun point, the barrel being pressed against her own skull and her finger balancing over the trigger.

What was once a game to the man soon became a serious situation, and he’s face had never dropped so fast before.

“What’re you doing?” Justin spoke stunned, his golden brown locks falling flat against his forehead in the process..

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!” Y/N suddenly growled with a fire burning her tone, the man before her going rigid in his spot at her sudden change in heart. “IS IT?!”

“Y/N, put It down.”

“You obviously don’t want me here, why not put a bullet in my head and save you the hassle?!”

“Y/nick/N, Just put the gun down.”


And what scared Justin the most was that he knew she’d do it. she’d shot a man, and her state at the moment was only the beginning to signs of insanity. He’d remembered them clearly himself, and insanity meant no limits. Not to mention, it’d seem she’d do anything for him. Even kill.

“Put it down Y/N.” he’d warned. But Y/N only kept her rambling, slowly beginning to pull the trigger tighter.

“Put it down!!” Justin yelled louder, and just as he saw the slight jolt in the trigger he knew one little push and you were gone, he had a few seconds to act, and quick he was.

He’d never jumped forward and he’d never pushed someone so quick before. The gun went off and fell to the floor, just as justin lept forward and grabbed a hold of Y/N’s shaking body, merely missing the bullet by a millimeter, in fact, so close that the bullet had caught hold of her beautiful H/C hair, shaving a large lock to fall to the ground.

He’d never admit it, but he’d been so scared for your life. And he was in absolute shock at his current actions.

Usually he’d laugh and encourage the situation, man did he love a good death. But this time he’d saved a girl, pushed her away from the gun and out of harms way. He’d never done such a thing and was scared to say that he was glad he did it. He couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing her again.

“What is wrong with you?!” He growled against Y/N’s ear, stroking her slightly. Insane he was but bipolar was new, he seemed to be having crazy mood swings right now. Sweet and considerate was not in the joker’s vocabulary, though he seemed to be doing both right now.

“You were going to walk away.” Y/N, sniffled into his chest, holding onto the man with all her might. “I couldn’t let you do that. I couldn’t live like that. I needed to do something.”

The joker pulled his exaggerated lips into a large 'Shh’ position, shushing you as you spoke. “Now, now doll. Let’s not state facts.” Justin was honestly kind of guilty about what had occurred minutes ago.

Somehow in the time frame she had shot a man to the moment she put a gun to her head, his feelings had changed, and he was only coming to terms with the fact that he may, maybe, just, might really really like her.

But the thoughts, the growing crazed thoughts were beginning to swirl in Y/N’s mind, and soon she was found saying. “I wanna be with you. I wanna kill for you, I wanna make you happy. I wanna be your queen, Puddin’”

And in character, the joker smiled wide at your words, muttering up his own as he thought over what you’d just said. “You really want that pumpkin’?”

“More then anything.” She nodded.

“Well,” The man spoke, swiping his tongue over his silver plated teeth. “In that case, there’s this place I might need to take you. Kind of….an initiation ceremony I guess you can call it.” The joker smirked.

Y/N looked up at the man in question, watching as he glanced down with those big hazel eyes and that large, taunting smile. He took a strand of her hair up to meet her eyes, twirling the soft locks between his fingers. “How do you like platinum hair?” He laughed.  "Maybe a little blue and red?“

"Anything for you Mr J.” Y/N agreed. 

Finally, for the first time in his life, Justin felt content with something other then killing.

And maybe, just maybe, he would admit that he was falling for the girl. If only he knew that from that day on, this girl would become his partner in crime, never leaving his side.


I know this is something really different but I kind of enjoyed writing it. I made it really long too. 

You know, it’s actually quite ironic because the joker has his tattoos really similar to the way justin has his. If you ever get the chance, I highly recommend searching it up, and comparing. The first thing i thought when I saw the jokers tattoo’s were, ‘Oh my god they look so much like justins.’

But anyways, I hope you guys like it though, even if it isn’t what ya’ll are used to.

“Look at me” One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, injured Peter, very mild swearing (literally I say the s word once and that’s it but oh well)

You waited nervously, nibbling on the edge of your thumbnail as your foot tapped impatiently on the wooden floor. You eyed your phone hopefully, silently willing it to ring. You just needed to hear his voice, you needed to know he was okay. You hated this feeling of worry and dread that you had to put up with every night. Scared that your boyfriend may not survive another fight. You believed in him, you really did, but he, like you, was only fifteen and he’d only been doing this for a little while. Obviously you were proud of him, using his unique abilities to save your town and the people in it from harm. But you couldn’t help but want him to stop putting himself in so much danger, stop risking his life everyday to protect people that he didn’t even know. It started of as just a couple small crimes, someone stealing a bike or a couple idiots fighting in the streets but as the weeks went on things got more and more serious. He’d start coming home with cuts, bruises, wounds and you hated it, you hated him for doing this to himself, but you couldn’t tell him that. You tried to be supportive but it was hard when him saving others put himself in danger. You couldn’t help the way you felt. You loved your boyfriend and the thought of loosing him was just too much to handle.

Your phone buzzed from beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into reality. Hope lit up inside of you as you reached for it, sighing in relief when you saw a text from Peter.

‘I’m home and I’m fine, go to sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow x’

You frowned slightly at his reply. Normally when he got home he’d send you a whole paragraph of every single detail of that night, telling you exactly what happened, making you giggle slightly at how over-excited he got. But not today. You knew something was wrong the second you read that text, but you also knew that whatever it was he wasn’t gonna tell you over text.

You stood up quickly, grabbing Peter’s hoodie that was hanging on the back of your door before pulling it over your head and making your way towards your window. Opening it, you jumped out, landing safely on the small porch roof directly below. Kneeling down, you placed your hands flat against the tiles, lowering your body over the edge until your feet landed on the black bin beneath you. Easily jumping down, you brushed your hands off on your pyjama bottoms before shoving them into your hoodie pockets and beginning the short journey to your boyfriends house.
Your hand shakily knocked on the door, patiently waiting for it to be opened. It wasn’t long before Peter’s Aunt answered to you, smiling brightly when she saw you.

“Y/n, what a lovely surprise… although a late one I must say,” she said, looking up at the clock on the wall.

“I’m sorry I just… I need to see Peter,” you mumbled, looking towards the door that you knew was his.

“I think he’s asleep but I’m sure he won’t mind you waking him up.”

You smiled at her once again before making your way towards your boyfriends room, deciding to knock in case he was changing.

“Just a second,” he yelled,

Shuffling could be heard on the other side of the door before finally he answered it. You looked him up and down in confusion, eyeing the sunglasses and hood that covered the majority of his face.

“Y/n? W-what are you doing here?” He asked, a shocked expression taking over his features.

“I-I was worried,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. “C-can I come in?”

He paused for a minute as if debating something in his mind before he finally stepped to the side, allowing you to pass by him.

“What’s with the sunglasses?” You smiled, giggling slightly at how strange he looked.

“F-fashion,” he shrugged. “So why are you here?”

You were taken aback by his question, a  look of shock and hurt appearing on your face. When did you ever need a reason to go and see him? Unless…

You reached up cautiously, your hand inching closer and closer towards his face before he stopped you, gripping your wrist in his hand.

“Don’t,” he whispered, looking down at the floor. “You won’t like it.”

“Show me,” you pleaded, eyes wide and begging. “Please.”

He sighed, releasing your wrist from his strong grip and allowing you to remove the glasses from his eyes.

You gasped in shock, hand covering your mouth as your eyes watered from the horrific sight.

“I told you,” he whispered, turning around so his back was towards you, shielding your view from the dark cuts that covered his face.

“Peter,” you whispered, stepping closer to him and letting your arms snake around him from behind, your forehead pressed against his back. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, he turned around, lifting down his hood and allowing you to inspect the damage.

You couldn’t help the tears that escaped your eyes, cascading down your cheeks as you looked at him. Your heart ached from seeing him this way, hurt, broken. Your hand reached up, delicately stroking your fingers across the bruised flesh of his cheek, immediately pulling back when you heard him hiss in pain. Carefully, you tilted his head to the side, your eyes trailing across the long cut on his left cheek, millimetres away from his eye. You broke down, loud sobs escaping your lips as you tried to hold yourself together, trying but failing. Peters arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you tight against his chest, your face buried into his hoodie.

“Y/n please don’t cry,” he begged, his voice cracking slightly. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Why do you do this?” You cried, your tears seeping through the material of his sweatshirt.

“You know why y/n, we’ve talked about this,” he sighed, his fingers running through your hair soothingly. “I’m not just gonna sit back and watch shit happen when I have the abilities to stop it.”

“I know,” you whispered, “I just hate seeing you like this.”

“I know you do, baby, but what I do comes with a price and unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about it,” he muttered. “But as long as it protects you, I don’t care.”

His hand held your cheek, tilting your head up so you were looking at him, his thumb gently wiping away your tears.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much and I’m sorry for having to put you through this but you know that no matter what happens to me I’m not gonna stop.”

“I know,” you nodded, smiling slightly. “I love you too.”

He smiled, bring your face closer to his, his breath fanning across your mouth before eventually joining your lips together. Sighing, you soon melted into the tenderness of the kiss, pressing your body further into his chest as he held you against him.

You loved this boy and you knew that no matter what happens he’d always be there to protect you. Always.

The avengers as people from school
  • Parker: Teachers pet, year book photographer, just wants to fit in
  • Thor: The jock who looks far to old to still be in school
  • Tony: Self-proclaimed cool kid who everyone thinks is an asshat, is somehow still popular
  • Quill: class clown, not the smartest, moved schools a lot
  • Steve rogers: Class president, works to make the school a better place, confused about sexuality, he's the one dude super into history
  • Bucky: Best friend of 'famous' class president, gets forgotten a lot, feels like a sidekick but loves Steve, a little depressed
  • Natasha: Sexy chick who got boobs at age 10, emo attitude/look intimidates the boys, has random talents, but doesn't realize how amazing she is, trust issues
  • Wanda: Has a problem with drug abuse, struggles without her parents, acts childish/younger than she is, keeps to herself,
  • Vision: geek with huge potential, is crazy Inlove with the chick not everyone notices as much as Natasha (Wanda), dreamer, mostly fantasizes about their future marriage,
  • Scott Lang: has no future plans, is not prepared for reality or bills, steals bikes and pranks for fun, is sure he will become rich and famous but no one understands how
  • Sam Wilson: short tempered, doesn't appreciate Scott's intense laid back attitude, gossips like his life depends on it, is in a boy group with Steve, Bucky, and tony (although Tony can hang with anyone), shy, patriotic, the kid with lots of pets
  • Bruce: went up a year because he's so smart, is infuriated easily by stupid comments, clumsy and tends to spill chemicals in the lab despite concentrating, girls predict he'll get super buff
  • Clint Barton: so nice and polite that everyone loves him, average but accepted, isnt made fun of to much because people think he's sensitive, always happy, talks about his simple love of food a lot
♦ Team up? (Pt.1)

Originally posted by hardyness

Summary: In which the reader is a high schooler by day and vigilante by night, doing all that she can to help the residents of Queens. Then one day Spider-Man is helped out by an overly athletic civilian who happens to go to Midtown High. It is not long until Peter Parker starts putting two and two together.

♦Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Fem!Reader / Secret Vigilante
♦Genre: Adventure//Fluff?
Word Count: A lot? 
Warnings: None 

You had no idea what the hell hit the school but it infected literally everyone. Like Everyone. One second the Decathlon Team leaves for the Nationals then once they’re back suddenly everyone is infatuated with the Spider-Man. And why? Oh because he decided to do a backflip from the top of the Washington Monument on live television. 

You couldn’t help but scoff. 

‘Show off,’ you thought as you grudgingly slammed your locker shut. 

Just maybe - I said maybe - you were a little jealous that while you worked your ass off every night after curfew, juggling your teenage life, home work and being a vigilante (okay, on good nights, a superhero)  and this new guy who’s only been on the street for a year all of a sudden saves someone and he’s famous and everyone wants him to run for president. Jesus.

Not to mention he was such a rookie. Like his ‘techniques’ are really rough around the edges. (What? Of course you’ve been keeping tabs on the guy. It’s useful to know who’s patrolling your turf when you’re not around!)

You scoffed again as you remembered the day you spotted him stopping a guy from stealing a bike, then only to leave a note saying ‘Is this your bike? Do not steal.’

Whoever he is. He’s a dork.’ You concluded.

But still. It did bother you that your alter ego, who some idiot with a blog and a YouTube channel dubbed as ‘The Ninja Blur’ - you involuntarily rolled your eyes at that one - did not get as much recognition (or views) as the Spider-Man.

You sighed as you sat down at your desk in chemistry class, unpacking your books and opening them at the right page. Though deep down, you knew it’s not about the fame and the popularity. You don’t really mind that no one gives you credit for what you do because whether they do or not you will still do what it takes to make these streets safe at night. No matter what. 

And this Spider dude.

You frown at the thought of him.

He may not be so bad. After all if it weren’t for him, you may have lost your best friend, Liz forever. 

But still. It did bother you how advanced his suit was. Did he always have those web-wing things that they showed on TV?

You glanced at the clock. It showed 1.59 pm. 


The bell rang sonorously, as always, nearly splitting your head open. 

“Only 45 minutes to go.” You mumbled.

“And that’s how the -”

You didn’t hear the rest as it was a Friday and soon as the bell signalled for the end of class everyone evacuated, leaving the building as if it were on fire. Like literally someone forgot to take their bag. 

And before you knew it you were the only one in the room. 

Your teacher took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“Thanks God it’s the weekend.” He said to himself.

“Sir, one upon hearing that would believe you aren’t fond of your profession.” You remarked as you packed your things.

He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. Never mind. Have a good weekend. Stay safe.” He added absent mindedly.

“Ok, I’ll try my best.” You called from the corridor. 

‘But no promises.’ 

The corridor was almost deserted and you ran towards the front doors when you felt a body slam into you from around the corner.


The impact wasn’t necessarily big but it hit your left side which was a victim of a mugger’s punch from last night and it still hurt like hell.

“Dammit.” You yelped as you rubbed your left side, your body bent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You heard someone say as they put their hand on your arm. 

You looked up through your glasses, though the lenses were only glass with thin silver frames. 

The first rule of being a crime-fighter is don’t let anyone find out you are a crime fighter. So in order to throw all suspicion off you always wore glasses to school. It was true, they did make you seem a little bit softer and less intimidating perhaps, it blended in with your usual quiet but observant demeanour, your long sleeved t-shirts so when you wore your long hair in a loose plait, you looked more like a cute bookworm rather than a butt-kicking crime-fighter. In school at least. At home or when you were with your friends, you let more of your true self show. You often congratulated yourself on your disguise. It was perfect, and necessary. 

“Yeah,” you said as you straightened up, with a little effort, “I’m fine, Jeez, what’s your hurry, huh?”

It was a guy, in a grey, long sleeved shirt, with dark brown eyes and messy hair. You definitely seen him around before.

“Yeah, I am. And I’m sorry, it was my fault! Are you gonna be okay?” He rambled on.

“Yes, I’ll be fine don’t worry.” You waved him off.

You saw relief wash over his face. Then, it appeared as if he remembered something life-threateningly important, his calm expression changed to a panicked one and he dashed off again.

You stared after him, dumbfounded. Then, you shook your head and hurried out the front door.

All the way home you couldn’t shake the guy from your thoughts. He was definitely in your chemistry class. He always had an extra beaker on his desk which is why you remembered him. Then he’s in your technology class as well. And physics too, though he’s always on his laptop.

What was his name…what was his name…


(1) New Message: from Liz

Wanna chill at 4pm? Usual spot? 

You smiled.

To: Liz

Message: Hells yeah!  I’m bringing the coffee this time X

You tucked your phone into your pocket as you waited for the subway. Then it hit you.

“Peter.” You said, with your eyes wide with realisation. 

You clicked your fingers.

“His name is Peter Parker.” You said, feeling proud that you remembered.

“Who’s is?” asked some random guy who was waiting beside you.

“Eh, never mind.” You said, suddenly feeling self-concious. Then the subway pulled up.

So you and Liz have been friends since the crib and she was basically your best friend which meant that you had to lie to her every ten minutes of hanging out together in order to keep her safe and not expose your ‘extra curricular hobbies’ which often included a slight risk of internal bleeding or fatal injuries.

But hey, you’ve been doing it for two years now, so it was child’s play. And luckily you didn’t need to lie this time because you actually had a legitimate excuse for being late. You had to help Spider-Man. Yeah. She wouldn’t believe it either.

It just sort of happened. It was very stupid of you, exposing your athletic skills like that but you didn’t have time to change. 

You were casually being fifteen minutes late, running across town to your favourite coffee shop, exhaling your order to the girl at the counter, ignoring the look she was giving you when you suddenly heard a car tyres screeching, followed by a thunderous bang!

Your heart missed a beat as you dash outside along with a few others to check what’s going on. 

You noticed a black SUV jeep, its engine smoking and its front practically slammed against a post box. People are approaching to help but then the door on the driver’s seat flew off and a thug with a mask ran from the scene towards your direction, carrying a black duffle bag. He was followed by two others.

You notice a few hundred dollar bills being swept up by the wind from the crashed jeep.

You squint at them as you realise what’s happening.

A robbery.

Before you knew it one of them was almost beside you and it is then that you decide to round-house kick him in the jaw and while he’s stunned kick his feet from underneath him. 

He landed on his back. Hard. 

Another guy, who seemed more than willing to fight you barred his fist but you front flipped behind him, only to punch him in the nose when he turned around and knock him out.

Your knuckles hurt like hell but whatever. You’re used to it. The last guy had more wits as he decided  to run on while you sorted out the other two. But you easily stopped him but slinging your backpack after him, hitting him square on the back of the head and kicking him where the sun don’t shine after you caught up with him. His knees buckled and he tumbled on the pavement. Oh yeah, you ruled.

You thought you heard a Thwip - Thwip sound.

While he was groaning, people started to gather around you, giving you a round of applause and you silently cursed yourself for being so careless in public. You sheepishly shrugged your shoulders as you put on your shy girl facade. 

“I guess, the self-defence classes paid off?”

“Yeah, it looks like it. Thanks for the help, Miss.” Said Spidey as he landed in front of you and the robbers to web them up.  You noticed him taking a double take. Almost as like as if he recognised you…

‘Oh come on.’ You think, ‘Miss?! How cheesy is that?’

You crossed your hands without realising and you pouted at him. Angrily.

Suddenly everyone is cheered for him and started taking photos, patting his shoulders and you just stare in disbelief as people just pushed past you to get to him. 

Finally you threw your hands up in defeat and fought your way back to the coffee shop. You saw the girl pointing to the two cups on the counter. You took the lid of your coffee and took a sip. 

You rolled your eyes.

“Aw, great. The coffee’s cold,” You complained, “Miss, can I have the same again please?”

The girl noded and started to make another two cups. You glanced at your watch. You were an hour late.

Beep Beep

‘Oh boy, I’m dead.’ 

(1) New Message from Liz

Where are you? I thought you said 4pm was okay. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Rain check? Sowie.

You sighed and replied saying yeah.

You heard police sirens in the distance.

Just then the girl slid the two cups towards you. “That’ll be $21.99, please.”

“What?” You blurted out, “For four cups of coffee?” 

“Our prices changed. It says on the window.” She said as she pointed towards the front of the shop.

You frowned deeply. Of course they have.

Through the window you saw two police men dispersing the crowd and collecting the stolen money off the pavement.

Great. I save the day and what do I get? A praise from Spider-Man and a ridiculously pricey coffee bill. Stupid (Y/N). You and your morals.’ 

/author’s note/ Soooooooooooooo did you like it or nah ? Would you like me to continue? First fanfic posted on tumblr. Hope you like. Wanna be tagged? Drop me a message ♥