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maaaan I'm gonna find such hip inspiration. My hairs are gonna be spicy adorable rebels. It's gonna be like a fairy princess makeover but with scissors instead of whimsical glitter-spells.
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I could never join the elite ranks of these celestial beings. They are too pure. I must not dishonor the pixie name. One day I shall ascend, but not before my time. Fight on, precious hairstyle warriors, fight on.
“Hinata… This big idiot finally understands… The real meaning of the scarf you gave me when you went with Toneri… I know now, from the scarf you painstakingly knitted and took so long to finish, that your love can’t be unraveled so easily… Wait for me… This whole time, you always loved me for the way I am… Now, as a man, there’s something I must tell you… Hinata, I swear I will save you!”
a/n; hello i didn’t see much stray kids scenarios/general writing, so i kinda figured i should write something. soulmate aus are always fun, right?
For as long as you could remember, you had been told about soulmates. Everyone’s parents always shared their stories; your parents and their timers, your mother’s parents and their lack of ability to see color until they met each other, your father’s parents and their red strings connecting them to each other, everyone. It never got boring, but you didn’t figure out what your soulmate link would be until embarrassingly late.
Chapter Summary: Paladins finally get some answers.
The Paladins got their Bayards ready to fight the large shadow creatures(?) coming to them.
Pidge tries to electrocute them or at the very least tie it up but it slips right through like a snake. She groans as she thrown to a cliff.
Allura does a similar tactic of holding them back from the team and tieing by they seem to feed off her nervousness.
Shiro tries to maneuver and hit them but they keep on dodging till he’s out of breath.
Hunk is blasting all around him but they surround him as he yells, “What are these things!?!”
Keith is about to attack till a beam of blue hits them. Everyone turns to where the shot came from to see…. Lance?
Lance yells from the rock, “Hello darkness, my old friend! Miss me?”
Keith is officially done with this mission. Plus, how is Lance changing clothes so quickly? First he was in a causal t-shirt, then somehow changed to his hoodie, and now he’s in his Paladin Armor.
The shadows take their attention off the Paladins as they go after him. Lance runs off the cliff as he swings off a planet tree and kicks the shadows in the face. Lance cheers, “Head shot! Boo ya!”
The shadows try to swing at Lance but they keep missing him as he ducks and dodges as if they are blind to him. Lance forms his rifle as he takes aim at the center of the shadow and hits it with perfect accuracy.
The shadows retreat as Lance looks at the team and gives them a wink. He turns to the direction where the shadows came from as he taunts, “Who’s the cool, ninja, sharpshooter now inner demons!”
Lance turns to them as he asks, “Come on, I was awesome. Or is my awesomeness so great that it made you speechless?”
The Paladins stare at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths as Lance chuckles with a glint in his eyes that the team knew was his flirting look.
He goes to Allura… and walks right past her to Keith as he closes his mouth and teases, “You, know Keith some might think that open mouth was an invitation for something?”
Keith blushes before shaking his head as annoyance settles in he yells, “What the quiznak were those things?! And why do you keep ditching us to switch clothes or whatever! First, you’re overwhelming happy you won’t even argue with me! Then, you’re depressed and apologising all the time! Now, you’re Mr Hotshot?! Make up your mind! WHO ARE YOU?!”
“I’m Lance,” answers Lance but you everyone’s surprise the two Lances(?) from earlier pop up from behind him with a bright smile and a sad frown.
The Paladins scream in shock as Pidge even climbs on Shiro in surprise as Hunk looks like he’s about to faint.
Allura blinks as she points to the Lance in the casual shirt as she identifies, “Happy.”
“Sad,” continues Shiro as he points to the Lance with that hoodie.
“Confident,” finishes Hunk looking at the one in Paladin Armor.
“You forgot Dark and Broody,” jokes Happy as he points to Keith who is still processing what is happening.
Pidge climbs off Shiro as she explains, “You were never our Lance. You’re just a part of him. His emotions. That’s why you’re so different.”
“Ding ding! Pidgey got it right!” cheers Happy as he smiles as he ruffles her hair.
“Wait, this can’t be his only emotions. Right?” asks Hunk curious as his own mind is hurting.
“No. We are a complicated person Hunk. The other emotions are-,” starts Confident before his lips close on their own.
Sad sees this as he continues sadly, “Sorry… Confident is a positive emotion he can’t give bad news… I can though… since the ‘bad thing’ came all the emotions are starting to… not work? They aren’t doing their jobs.”
Pidge thinks about it before she understands and explains, “That’s what meant Coran meant when he said it’s killing from the inside. It’s killing his emotions. A human without emotions is practically dead!”
The Paladins gasp in shock before going silent. Hunk breaks it by asking to the remaining emotions, “How can we stop it?”
Happy and Confident look at Sad who sighs mournfully as he answers, “Sorry, but you’re going to have to go through his entire mind.”
“Whoa! No way! That’s beyond invasion of privacy! We’re in his mind! We already saw way too much already!” argues Hunk not liking the idea as he makes stopping motions.
“We won’t mind, hehe mind,” giggles Happy. “Plus so much stuff happens in our noggin’ that he won’t even know. All gotta you do is keep it to yourself.”
“We won’t be mad, we can take it,” adds Confident with a smile.
“But, sorry, we can’t go with you if Lance loses anymore emotions especially Confident who’s already fighting inner demons. We’ll be gone for good,” finishes Sad. “But I honestly think he would be better without me….”
“But we believe in you! We’re with you in spirit!” encourages Happy ignoring Sad’s comment.
Keith sighs as he really hates this idea. Sure, his happy memories were nice to see, but if they have to go through those negative emotions like with Sad…. he’s almost certain he can’t handle that. Seeing Lance so… defeated and broken…. it was an image he wishes he could forget. “Fine. Where do we start?”
The Paladins look at him in shock as Confident says with a flirty wink, “Knew you didn’t want to leave my thoughts Samurai. Follow me.”
The Paladins do so as Allura looks to see Happy and Sad going the opposite direction as she asks, “Where are they going?”
“They’re going back to their domain. They only came cause you mentioned them,” answers Confident.
Keith looks back to hear Happy’s laughter drowning out Sad’s whines of discomfort. He really doesn’t want these part of Lance to go away… even it is painful to watch.
After walking a while Confident stops in front of the Blue Lion as he says, “Welcome to Casa de Lion. Just fly her into the next emotion and you start your work.”
“Wait, what are we supposed to do anyway?” asks Hunk a little concerned.
Confident smiles as he explains, “The other emotions are still here we can feel them slightly, but to, I guess you could revive, you need to get rid of the 'bad thing’ in their area. It’s too much for them.”
“What did Haggar even do? What’s this 'bad thing’?” asks Shiro as he needs to know what they are facing.
Confident thinks about his response as his lips finally let him speak as he answers, “Just stuff inner demons that are too scared to fight yours truly. It’s my job to fight them.”
They look in the distance before entering Blue to see a darkness overwhelming the mind as Keith looks at it and says confidently, “We’re going to save you Lance…. don’t worry.”
Summary: Sam feels the need to help Captain get a date with the reader.
Pairing: Captain America x Reader
Every weekend morning you strolled
down the city streets to the national mall or the botanical gardens and read.
You had this whole thing about pulling yourself out of your work and putting
yourself into different universes. These days today could be draining, complicated,
and sad. It was nice to transport to a new place. You found a spot by the reflecting
pool on the grass, placing out a blanket, your cup of coffee, and lunch box
full of snacks.
You tried not to pay much attention
to the ton of people running around the reflection pool or the meetings walking
by. It was about the book and the places that book took you. An hour and a half
into Winnie the Pooh by A. A. Milne, a guy collapsed in the grass in front of
you. He was breathing heavily and very sweaty, you look at him, “Do you need
some water,” you ask.
He looked towards you, shaking his
head, “No, nope, just needed to take a breather. Don’t let me bother you,” he
breathed out. You eyed him up not believing him. He was wearing an air force
shirt, athletic build, and it seemed he could have quite the personality. It
was just a feeling you had about him.
“Here,” you leaned over and handed
him a water bottle, “Just hydrate, I really wouldn’t like to have to
He reached over and grabbed it, “I’m
“Y/N,” you reached over and shook
“Thanks for this,” he drank some of
the bottle, “Is that a protein bar,” he pointed on your blanket.
You chuckled, “Yeah,” he did this
little pout thing, pretending to cough some more, “Would you like it?”
“If you don’t mind,” he grinned
reaching for it, “I’m just so dizzy,” he put a hand on his head to illustrate
he felt faint.
“I’m sorry, should I be calling
someone to come get you,” I ask, putting my book down completely.
He shook his head, “Nah, I just
need a minute or two,” he said opening the protein bar and taking a bite, “So
“Wilson, you alright,” you looked
up to meet the beautiful blue eyes of another man, “I got worried when I didn’t
lap you back there,” he was looking down at Sam. You recognized this new man
instantly, this was the emphasis Captain America. You noticed him once or twice
around the area running or the news. I guess he was the closest celebrity you
have ever been near, but you were kind of shy and didn’t like to meddle in other
Pointing his protein bar at
Captain, “I just needed some air and this lovely stranger offered me substance
“Offered,” Captain mocked his
friend, “I’m sorry ma’am, Sam here struggles with social skills. I apologize.”
Shaking your head, returning
comfortably to your blanket with your book, “I didn’t mind. I was just glad he
was okay. I’m not known for my medical skills and I don’t have a phone on me.”
“How exactly were you going to help
me call someone if I said yes to your offer,” Sam shot back, looking mockingly
“I had a plan,” I shot back at him,
“It involved running and/or screaming.”
Sam laughed at my response, “Well
Y/N, it was real. Thanks for the extra fuel,” he started to get up, “Now Cap,”
he looked at Captain America himself, “Give me a head start, stay here for a
“I don’t think that is necessary,”
he said to his running mate, “I’ll take it easy on you.”
Shaking his head again, “Nah man,
you don’t want me to faint again. Just let me have a head start, old man,” Sam
“You’re a real-,” Captain started
“Thanks bud,” Sam run backwards
onto the trail before spinning around, looking awfully spry again.
You watched the conversation
between the two men in amazement. This definitely threw a wrench in your usual
morning routine. He looked down at you, “Aa, I don’t mean to barge in on your
picnic, but may I,” he asked to sit down with you, “If he wants a head start,
I’ve got some time,” he shrugged.
“Yeah,” you looked down to your
blanket, pushing all your stuff, including your book out of the way, “Here have
“I truly am sorry about
interrupting your morning routine. I’m Steve,” he sat down on your blanket and
put his hand out to shake, which you instantly accepted.
“Y/N,” you answered, “And it’s
fine. My morning routine need a little spice up, I guess.”
Captain nodded looking around, you
took this time to look at him, I mean, really look. He was watching the area or
looking up at the sky. He was breathing lightly, which was nothing like his
friend. Though I imagine a super soldier is built for working out harder than
this. His arms seemed to be unreal, you leaned forward to touch it, but before
you could, “So today is Winnie the Pooh,” he turned to me suddenly gripping my
Letting go the moment, “Oh, yeah,”
you said awkwardly, what has gotten into you, “It’s a classic.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. I was eight
when this came out. My mom would read this to me,” he grinned at the book, “A
classic,” he shook his head. You sat quietly, just listening in amazement, “Last
week it was The Secret Garden and Ethan Frome,” he made direct eye contact with
you grinning, “Not once since I’ve seen you, that you were reading something
published in the last twenty years. You must really like old and classic
things.” You didn’t know what to say, he was just so pretty, you never acted
like this, “I’m sorry, you must think I am really odd. I’m not st-,” he
muttered out after your silence.
“Please,” you whispered, “You are
truly the last man I’m worried about stalking me. You’re Captain America, I
know what people say about you.”
“Oh really,” he grinned putting
your book down, “What do they say?”
You blushed, pulling back a stray
hair, “That you have an exceptionally strong moral compass, kind, and incredible
strong,” you sputtered out, “Oh and very patriotic.”
Who did you think you were, joking
around and saying those things? You really needed to learn to keep a tight lip.
His laughing drew you back to him, “Yeah, I believe they say that, but right
now I’m just Steve Rodgers a man from the Brooklyn, New York.”
You nod, smiling a little, “If that
is the case, maybe I should be worried about you noticing my reading habits,”
“Touché,” he laughed again, “It’s
hard to miss a woman like yourself reading such familiar things from my time
and not once looking at a phone or using any technology. It’s refreshing,” he
grinned looking away from the runners and back at you.
You nod your head, “I’m a lawyer,
so I’m always answering my phone or dealing with some new tragedy. And
sometimes I think people now a days are so awful, that I come here and throw
myself into a whole new universe and what is better than the true classics,”
you got carried away again, becoming a chatty Cathy. He must think you’re so
weird, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I’m not usually so
talkative to strangers.”
“Again, refreshing,” he continued
to look into your soul. Suddenly he looked at his watch, “I guess I’ve let Sam
get enough of a head start. I’m sorry for taking up so much of your morning ma’am,”
he began to stand.
“That’s alright Captain, you definitely
made it more interesting. Take care of Sam, you might have to go a little
easier on him,” you look up at him.
“Not a chance,” he grinned down at
you, taking a few steps back, “And it’s Steve, please.”
You were overwhelmed by an impulse
to ask Captain a question, “I’m sorry, Cap – Steve, but do you mind if I ask
you a question?”
“No, ask away ma’am.”
“When you said a woman like myself,
what did you mean,” you were concerned he meant weird or worse, though you’re
sure Captain America wouldn’t say anything if that is what he meant when he
He grinned, scratching the back of
his neck awkwardly, checking the running path before answering, “Beautiful ma’am
– a woman like yourself I meant a beautiful.”
You sat back in shock, “Oh, oh
alright. As long as you didn’t think I was weird.”
Sam whistled on past us again,
Captain sent him a glare, “That’s my call,” he pointed at Sam.
“This was interesting, thank you,”
you said to him again.
He looked down the path at Sam, “Hey,
look – do you, could I buy you your coffee tomorrow? Maybe join you. I won’t
bother you, we can sit in silence and read.”
Taken back, you blinked a few
times. Captain looked a little discouraged by your hesitation, “Sure, I mean,
that sounds fine,” he looked relieved, “One condition, you’ll have to tell me
what it was like to be alive when my book was published.”
He chuckled, “Deal,” he smiled
looking down, “See you in the morning Y/N.”
“Goodbye Steve,” you waved after
him. Not in a million years would you have guessed that you’d get a date with
the infamous Captain America.
Captain caught up quickly to Sam, “Did
you get a date?”
“You think you’re so clever,” he
said to Sam, “I could have done that on my own.”
“Nah man,” he said smiling at his
friend, “You’ve been out of the game for far too long. You need yourself a
wingman.” He burst into a blunt laugh, “Ha, get it wing man. Now that is a pun.”
Hi everyone! I just wanted to say I’m truly happy you are interested in tutorials for my art! Thank you very much for all your kind words and comments ♥
So I have an idea I wanted to talk to you about and I think this is the opportunity!
First it’s been a while since I wanted to do step by step tutorials or video tutorials but I never had the time to. This summer I’ll have more time. I’m currently working on three commissions and I’ll do a lot of streaming to help me finish them! So you can see a bit of process there, but I would love to do something more and I was wondering if you guys would be interested if I opened a Patreon?
I could do something monthly, like a little streaming video/process video, some written tutorials and maybe show more about some characters and universes of mine? Give access to witchy wallpapers I have drawn, comic preview and other special stuffs?
I just don’t know and truly want to have your opinion on this! I have a few costly sides projects (Cosplay/a trip to Japan in August) and if I was able to do that it could help a lot!
Requested: Can you do one where y/n is in a really bad spot with her family so she ends up trying to rob someone so she can pay for food but Spiderman stops her and she basically starts having a panic attack because she just needs food so badly and he ends up just buying her food and the next day at school Peter buys her lunch and she recognizes his voice? Thanks! I love your stuff
Warnings: Robbery, family problems, flufff, crime, swearing
Plot: She truly didn’t want to do it, but it was her last resort if she wanted herself and her family to live. She found a man leaving the corner store and backed him into an alley, not knowing about the hero watching her from above.
(A/N): This request was really really cool! I thought this was hella fun to write, so thank you so much to whoever requested this! Again, super creative request. Enjoy! (If this is not what you wanted, please message me and I’ll try and fix it!)
This takes place before our boy gets his real suit in case you get confused!
She didn’t want to do it.
She genuinely didn’t, but after being denied multiple jobs and her dad being fired, it was her last resort.
‘Cmon, (Y/N), you can do this…just…just back them in and get the money, easy’ as the girl begins to overthink things, she hears the jingle of the bell above the corner store door as somebody walks out. This was it, it was now or never. She jumps out, backing the victim into the alley. Step one done. “Listen, kid, I don’t want any trouble…” he attempts. His pleads were ignored, evident when the girl begins to speak wearily, holding out the gun in an attempt to intimidate the taller man, but it was clear that she was just as scared as him.
'This is wrong. This is wrong, stop while you’re ahead’ her thoughts were invaded once again.
“Just…just please give me your money and you won’t get hurt” the girl managed. The man didn’t reply, he just raised his hands in defense. Luckily (for both parties), (Y/N) was disarmed, the gun being tugged from her hands, giving the victim time to escape. She didn’t fight back, letting the hero she knew so well from the news web her hand to the wall. The (H/C) girl squeezes her eyes shut as a way to try to keep the tears from falling. It didn’t work. As she hears the thump of the heroes feet meeting the floor, she breaks down.
Peter hears this. He could recognize her voice, identifying it as (Y/N) (L/N) from school, the girl he liked since he first saw her. Sure, he knew she was troubled, but never knew how so. Maybe today was the day he’d find out. He walked up to her slowly, stopping in front of her. She must’ve heard him, as she shut her eyes tighter, curling down as low as she could go with her webbed hand. “I’m sorry before you say anything.” the girl sighs, looking down in shame. Peter folds his arms. “I just…I know this is a shitty excuse, but I’m sorry. My family hasn’t been doing great money wise, and my dad got fired and my grades are dropping really quickly because I’m trying to find work and…fuck, this is all I have left to do. I can’t afford food and we’re all starving and…” her breathing becomes uneven and he could see the tears begin to fall from her eyes and drop to the concrete. Peter hesitates, then sighs. He kneels down to her level. “Hey, don’t cry…I’ll-” he fishes for his wallet, opening it and scanning for how much he had left. 50$ could buy food, right? “I’ll buy you food. Just…wait here” and he walks away, leaving (Y/N) alone in the alley. This gave her time to adjust herself, wiping her tears and standing up. She felt the webs loosen, and she finally freed her hand. She didn’t run though, there was no point. She did, however, freak out on the inside. Was he gonna tell the cops? Would she be turned in? Would-
“Hey, I uh…I got some pizzas and some water. There are some fruit and chips in there too and…are you okay?”
His voice cuts her thoughts off and calmed her slightly. He walks towards her, handing her the bag. “Yeah. Yeah…” she shrugs. Now, Peter never really spoke to (Y/N) before this, but he could tell that she wasn’t okay. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t do it again. I know it may seem hard to get a job, but keep trying. It’s better than risking prison time” She nods at his lecture. “Thanks. I really appreciate this…” she motions to the bag. The hero rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, shifting his weight onto his other foot. “Yeah! No problem. I like pizza too, so…” he trails. (Y/N) nods. There was a long, uncomfortable pause until he broke it with his coughing. “I’ll…be off then. Y'know…uh…Spider man stuff” the girl laughs slightly, wiping her eyes once more. Peter salutes her, swinging off before she could thank him again. So, there she stood, staring dumbly at the sky with a stupid grin on her face. Her family can eat tonight, and probably for a while afterward. (Y/N) walks out with more of a pep in her step.
At school, everything went as normal until lunch rolled around. After what seemed like hours (Though it was about 3 minutes) she finally reached the till. She places the plate with the pizza slice on the table, beginning to fish for the change in her pocket. “That’s $3.50, doll” the woman behind the till speaks. (Y/N) freezes, looking up at her. “But last week it was only $2.50?” “Prices are gone up since Monday” She begins to search the rest of her pockets for whatever she could muster, but only turned up with lint. Sighing, she starts to walk off. The pizza slice was the only thing on the menu that filled her up properly on an empty stomach, as she never had breakfast in fear of wasting the little food her and her house had. Before she could move far, she bumped into a taller boy, who reached into his pockets and gave the lunch lady the change required. “That’s for the pizza” he states, flashing her a small smile before walking off, (Y/N) following close behind. “Hey, thanks, Parker” she smiles warmly at him while he stops, facing her. Peter nods, chuckling slightly as he reached for the back of his neck once again. “Uh, no problem…how do you know my name?” the question caught her off guard, but she rolled her eyes playfully and answered anyway. “Everyone knows you, you’re like the smartest guy in the school. Must be really lucky, too, my grades are shit right now” He hesitates, laughing awkwardly to fill the silence. “Wow…uh, well, speaking of…” he coughs. “Do you wanna…come study with me some time? I’ll order pizza or something” (Y/N) smiles widely, nodding. “You’d do that?” he nods. “Thank you, really. Um, it’s not much, but here” she digs through her pocket and brings out the $2.50 she was meaning to give the lunch lady, handing it to him. He laughs, more genuine this time, thanking her and nodding towards an empty table, signaling a request to sit down. She nods cheerfully, following him to the seats.
“You must really like that, huh? Every time I come over you get it” the (H/C) girl chuckles, motioning to the pizza. Peter wipes his mouth and places the food on the plate, which sat next to the box on his bed before speaking. “Yeah, I like pizza a lot, actually. It’s like one of my favorite things ever” he shrugs, unintentionally making (Y/N) laugh once again. Her smile fades slowly when she remembers that phrase being said in that exact voice a couple of nights ago.
“Yeah! No problem. I like pizza too, so…”
Her eyes widen. The neck rubs, him paying for her food even though they barely spoke before this. It all clicked in her head. “Holy shit, you’re Spider-man” her statement was certain, almost as if she was a detective after making a breakthrough. Peter almost chokes. “What? No, what do you mean? Where’d you…get that from?” he folds his arms uncomfortably. “Yes, you are! Look, you’re folding your arms in the same way!” she points at him, and he immediately unfolds them. “Oh my god, I’ve been hanging out with Spider-man!” (Y/N) exclaims, but is quickly shushed by a frantic Peter Parker. “Shh! Shut up, May will hear!” this only caused her eyes to widen more. “She doesn’t know?!” Her shock was only conveyed through whisper-yells now, but it got her point across. “No! Not even Ned knows!” She knew who Ned was now, she met him and even hung out a couple times, they seemed really close, which only made her more confused and intrigued. “Don’t tell anyone, please…I didn’t tell anybody about-” he was almost immediately cut off by (Y/N)s voice overlapping his own. “I won’t, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me” they shared a thankful smile, then continued to study. It didn’t take long until (Y/N) spoke up again. “Aside from being Spider-man, why’d you pay for it?” she inquires curiously. Peter sighs, placing his pen on his bed. “Can we just drop this whole Spider-man thing while we’re studying?” “C'mon, Peter, please? Then I’ll drop it! I thought it was really sweet! Please, I’ll d-” he groans. “Because I’ve liked you for a while and I thought it’d get you to talk to me!” the teen raises his voice so he can be heard over the pleading. (Y/N) froze, so did Peter. He immediately began to regret what he said “I mean, like, as in-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, as the girl crashed her lips into his, silencing him. It took her a while to break it, but when she did, she had a huge smile plastered on her face. “Well it worked”
“So…you like me back?” Peter asks hopefully. (Y/N) rolled her eyes again, picking up a slice of pizza. “Yes, I like you back”
So someone messaged me to ‘take down’ a post I’d reblogged and said it was “weird I was 4 years back into their archive”… I wasn’t in their archive. I had simply done a search for a funny imgur post, and their post came up. They messaged me, very curtly, to remove it and explained why… After hearing why, I understand, however, if this video poses such a threat, why is it still viewable and rebloggable by the general public? This seems like a thing that should have been taken down ages ago.
There seems to be an ongoing pattern of behavior here that’s worrisome. People are holding complete strangers responsible for every trauma that has happened to them. There’s no way we all can read each other’s minds and pasts. Most of us are just here for fandom, jokes, cats, and general escapism. Hell, we all have our own traumas, every last one of us. If someone misunderstands a post you made, or reblogs a photo or video that brings bad memories for you, we have literally no idea. You can either continue to message people (in not so nice ways) to alert them to your discomfort, or you can simply remove the thing, block it, blacklist it, etc. That ensures your well being a lot more than continuing to expect everyone else to simply ‘know’ about your pain.
We can’t hold everyone else responsible for our own troubles, memories, traumas, etc. Take your own well being into your hands as much as possible, as really that’s the strongest defense you have. The rest of us might be willing to help, but it’s not a burden that should be forced onto us without us even knowing.
summary: the school of reader makes a project about having a pen pal from a different country. reader gets assigned with peter and the two start writing with each other. they get pretty close, but just keep reaaading :))
tw: death mention, shameless roasting of an actor, who keeps playing the spider-man card lol
tags: @parkerplease (if u would also like to be tagged, just leave me a message!! xx)
following day, Peter rushed into school, looking for Ned, who was
just putting his stuff in his locker.
Peter exclaimed, running up to him.
called me cute”, he whispered, a trace of nervousness within it.
called you cute? Liz?”
Y/N, my pen pal! From the project.”
well…dude, that’s some great news”, Ned said with a smile, while
Peter, never being this called by a girl before, was on the brink of
two boys started walking to their classroom, when Ned noticed how
tired and drained Peter looked. His face was drawn by dark bags under
look bad. Did you even sleep that night?”
not really”, Peter sighed, “I was thinking about how she thinks
I’m cute, all the time. Ned, what should I do now?”
say go for it. Sorta.”
do you sorta go for it?”
shrugged his shoulders. “Just keep going and see what happens.
Like, don’t mess it up now. Maybe you could tell her you’re
shushed Ned, as he was nearly screaming the latter part.
Peter whispered harshly, “I don’t wanna play that card. I mean, it
could be helpful, but I’m not that kind of guy! I can’t just casually
walk up to someone and be like “Hey, I’m a superhero”. What idiot
would even do that?”
chuckled. “Well, I would do it.”
you’re the worst at keeping secrets. I also think that she doesn’t
even know the Avengers. I mean, she’s from Europe and has probably
never heard of them.”
thought a lot about how I should respond to your mail.
laid back, on the verge of deleting the start of his email for the
fifth time now. “No, no, no”, he muttered to himself and
nice to hear that you think I’m cute. By the way, have you ever heard
of Spider-Man? He’s a friend of mine. A good friend. He’s basically
an Avenger, that’s a very big thing here.
Why would…someone even do that?”, he cursed at himself, deleting
this part quickly. Peter sighed loudly, staring at the bright screen.
He used to be happy about his life, the direction it went. But now,
he had this feeling, that he was boring, too uninteresting to keep
someone aboard. When he didn’t like the way he was, why should
somebody else do?