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There is a pun to be made. There’s also been a trend in the EO discord about naming Brounies after sweets/desserts, which I love.

Lemon thyme, candied lemon peel, toasted almonds, strawberries and caramel shards. And of course, a liberal dusting of confectioner’s sugar. I initially plated it on the wooden board and used condensed milk, but that made it really messy, so the board got minimal action. More commentary below.

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Fayum Mummy Portraits, dating from around 30 BC to the mid 3rd century AD. 

The portrait heads were attached to Egyptian mummies of the Roman period, covering the faces of the deceased In the top pictures, you can see now they were bound to the mummy. Dating from the time of the Roman occupation of Egypt, they are closest to Graeco-Roman artistic traditions. Around 900 are known to survive and they are some of the only surviving evidence of Classical panel painting traditions. Due to their burial in hot, dry conditions with the bodies, many have survived in excellent condition. 

The term Fayum comes from an area of graveyards (necropoli) where they were found in large numbers, buried in communal catacombs. 

Painted on wooden board (and sometimes on cloth), either in encaustic (wax) or egg tempera. 

my alpha.

Originally posted by semejohn

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: SMUT, swearing, dirty talk, NSFW GIFS. porn without a plot, basically.

prompt: going into heat while living in the loft with derek being the only available alpha. 

the cold loft was deserted as you laid in the middle of your bed, beads of sweat ran down your sore skin and your breathing was coming out harder than usual. you’d turned down the AC as soon as you’d woken up, the icy air doing very little to calm your raging hot skin. you had lived with derek and issac in the loft for 6 months after being turned by scott and having no where else to go; at first you thought of yourself as an inconvenience yet derek and issac constantly reassured you that you weren’t. al though they had said it many times, you still didn’t bother them with any of your problems and tried to keep to yourself in your room.

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The Ancient faces of the Fayum mummy portraits

Egypt


Mummy portraits or Fayum mummy portraits (also Faiyum mummy portraits) is the modern term given to a type of naturalistic painted portrait on wooden boards attached to Egyptian mummies from the Coptic period. They belong to the tradition of panel painting, one of the most highly regarded forms of art in the Classical world. In fact, the Fayum portraits are the only large body of art from that tradition to have survived.

 Mummy portraits have been found across Egypt, but are most common in the Faiyum Basin, particularly from Hawara in the Fayum Basin (hence the common name) and the Hadrianic Roman city Antinoopolis. “Faiyum Portraits” is generally thought of as a stylistic, rather than a geographic, description. While painted cartonnage mummy cases date back to pharaonic times, the Faiyum mummy portraits were an innovation dating to the Coptic period at the time of the Roman occupation of Egypt.

 They date to the Roman period, from the late 1st century BC or the early 1st century AD onwards. It is not clear when their production ended, but recent research suggests the middle of the 3rd century. They are among the largest groups among the very few survivors of the highly prestigious panel painting tradition of the classical world, which was continued into Byzantine and Western traditions in the post-classical world, including the local tradition of Coptic iconography in Egypt.

 The portraits covered the faces of bodies that were mummified for burial. Extant examples indicate that they were mounted into the bands of cloth that were used to wrap the bodies. Almost all have now been detached from the mummies. They usually depict a single person, showing the head, or head and upper chest, viewed frontally. In terms of artistic tradition, the images clearly derive more from Graeco-Roman traditions than Egyptian ones.

 Two groups of portraits can be distinguished by technique: one of encaustic (wax) paintings, the other in tempera. The former are usually of higher quality. About 900 mummy portraits are known at present. The majority were found in the necropoleis of Faiyum. Due to the hot dry Egyptian climate, the paintings are frequently very well preserved, often retaining their brilliant colours seemingly unfaded by time.

Personally I`ve seen some at the Museum and was stunned and hypnotized by the ancient 2000 year-old faces looking at me as if they were there with me.

A 2D Bendy Fanfiction

An AU of 2D Bendy, inspired by @squigglydigglydoo and @shinyzango. Written and illustrated by myself, accompanied by chocolate. Enjoy!

“Dear Henry,

It seems like a lifetime since we last worked on cartoons together. 30 years really slips away, doesn’t it?

If you’re back in town, come visit the old workshop.

There’s something I need to show you.

Your best pal,

Joey Drew”

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Love Bites

Inspired by @kawaiilo-ren‘s amazing artwork of Vampire! Yuri. I love all of your mafia stuff but I can’t really write it for some reason but if there’s one thing I do know it’s vampires so here we go :D Also I’ll tag @eternally-eclectic because I know you wanted to read it XD Enjoy everyone! Nsfw ahead! Read it on AO3 if that suits your fancy~


Yuri bit down again, a low groan in his throat as he took more blood.

“A man,” he breathed, licking the wound, “Should not be this sweet.”

Otabek tightened his grip around the vampire’s hips, granting a jerky thrust. “You’ve tasted men before?”

Steadying himself with one hand on the hunter’s shoulder, Yuri brushed his hair out of his face with the other, running his tongue over his fangs in a teasing smirk, “A few.”

It was enough to start a growl in the hunter’s throat, pushing him down so that the vampire was now beneath him. “Your kind is despicable.”

“Says the killer—”

“Better than fangs—”

Yuri found himself chuckling, closing his eyes briefly as a sound more enchanting than Otabek would have liked to admit parted the vampire’s lips. When he opened his eyes again, the hunter was granted with the piercing green that had caught his attention since the day they’d first met.

“A little love bite,” Yuri snaked his arms around the other man’s neck, pulling him in close enough to nip at his ear, “Never killed anyone.”

Before Otabek even realized, he was flipped over, head smacking against the wooden boards of the abandoned house, the heavy creaks caused by their bodies echoing obscenely in his ears.

“Watch closely, Hunter,” the vampire sat up, positioning himself on his knees, pressing his palms flat against Otabek’s chest for support, “I’ll show you something good.”

It was all for show, the sensually languid rise and fall of his hips, the way his pink cock bounced against snow-white skin, Yuri precariously biting his bottom lip with his fangs. He brushed his long hair to the side, letting his hands trail down his own torso, before they stopped right at the tip of his cock, playing with himself as he spread the drops of pre-cum over his leaking head.

Otabek licked his lips, squeezing the vampire’s thighs.

“Do you like what you see, Hunter?” Yuri cocked his head, knowing well enough by now to look at the Hunter dead on. Because for some strange reason, rather than his body, this human was more fixated on the green of his—

Beka gave a harsh thrust, Yuri nearly choking on his own moan as his head fell back, but he quickly sunk his nails into the hunter’s chest, shooting him a sharp glare.

I’ll do it.”

Otabek relaxed his hold on Yuri’s legs, slightly, trying to keep a level head.

“Can you?” he raised an eyebrow, “All on your own?”

“I can,” snapped the vampire, closing his eyes as if to steady himself, flattening his hands over Otabek’s chest once more.

He worked, rising and falling, seeking his own pleasure as he rode the hunter, palms tightening into fists the more he bounced, letting out small whines of discontent. But he was already quickly unraveling, Otabek knew, his movements becoming more desperate with each stroke, and for a moment Otabek considered helping him, but that would have been a shame, seeing as he’d be denied the blonde’s whine-filled pleas.

And he knew the vampire was truly desperate now, one hand moving up to play with his nipples, pinching and squeezing them to a flushed pink, until they stood on end, as if they were begging to be licked.

“Hunter,” Yuri panted, still working the pink buds, tongue all but hanging out, “Tell me…”

“Lewd.”

Yuri shuddered above him, movements becoming jerk as his thighs tensed and trembled in Otabek’s hands.

“M-More,” he begged, his voice not nearly as commanding as before, reduced to nothing but weak whimpers and wanting pants.

“Completely disheveled,” Otabek kept his monotone, reaching up carefully, brushing the vampires hands away gently, and pinching Yuri’s nipple experimentally, which earned him a soft moan. Finding that not to be enough, Beka gave it a harsh twist, Yuri arching his back towards him, nearly collapsing on the hunter’s chest.

“So weak,” Otabek continued, twisting the other nipple, and again Yuri cried out, nearly at his limit, but Beka sat up, just then, gripping the tip of Yuri’s cock with one hand and wrapping the other around his throat. He nearly snarled.

“Just like prey.”

Yuri’s eyes widened, opening his mouth in a moan that never manifested, a shudder rolling through his body in such an exaggerated wave that Otabek thought the vampire had gone over.

But that didn’t seem to be the case, not from the tears of desperation that laced those green eyes, making them shine.

“Hunter,” Yuri gasped, clawing at the hand that held his throat, “Please—”

It was now Otabek’s turn to bite, though not nearly hard enough to break the skin, and so it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, Yuri whining and begging and clawing—

“You can’t,” the hunter said simply, “My shirt will get dirty.”

Yuri found that unlikely, considering it’d been torn open, from the collar right down to his navel, so something like that shouldn’t have mattered. But he was too far gone to point it out.

“Well then where can I?” Those emeralds that wanted to be sharp were only clouded with the heat of lust.

Beka nipped around the vampire’s neck, teasing to no end, “Think.”

Again Yuri shivered in the human’s arms, pulling away slightly, lips parted to release another moan.

“Here,” he dragged his thumb across Otabek’s lip, hooking it around the edge to tug softly, making the human open his mouth, “Let me here.”

Otabek slid out, Yuri’s body shivering in displeasure, so the vampire tried to scramble, to climb over the human so that—

But Beka was faster, pushing Yuri back, flat on his butt, the vampire sitting up with enough space between his thighs for Otabek to take him into his mouth, swallowing down as much of his length as he could.

This was perhaps one of Otabek’s favorite positions. Even if it meant his dick was hard and throbbing, twitching against his stomach without release. Because from here, he could see the collection of bites and bruises he’d left littered on the inside of the vampire’s thighs. Bobbing his head up and down, letting out a few low groans of his own, he didn’t know how something like a purple blotch could look so beautiful.

Yuri let out a throaty moan, burrowing himself in deep between Beka’s lips, hips jerking and begging for release, knuckles white from the way they fisted at the human’s hair.

“Fuck, right—“ Yuri gasped, feeling the way Beka’s tongue pressed up against one of his weak spots, sucking at his head and then grazing his tongue over his slit, before swallowing him whole again, all the way down, so that Yuri could feel the edge of the human’s throat with the tip of his cock.

“Hunter—Hunter—!” Yuri curled in on himself, probably suffocating the human but he didn’t care, didn’t give a damn, because when the hunter curled his tongue around him like that—

“Otabek—” It was a primal sort of howl, his head tossing back and his fingers tightening while his entire body stiffened, spilling into the hunter’s mouth that simply continued to suck, and no matter how much Yuri pleaded he simply didn’t stop—

His body fell limp, flat on the ground, hair sprawling around his face in messy tangles, Yuri’s chest rising and falling in heavy pants while Beka licked up every drop, not letting a single bit of the vampire’s seed go to waste.

The hunter finished with a quick wipe of his mouth, commenting on the taste. Yuri hardly had the ability to reply, what with the way his mouth was half open, still panting, looking about as ripe as Beka had ever seen him.

Ripe enough to eat, even.

He couldn’t help it; he lowered himself to the vampire’s chest, drawing the pink buds into his mouth that begged to be licked since the moment Yuri had begun to play with them.

It was a curious thing, Beka thought, since the beast was supposed to be Yuri, not him, but whenever they were like this, Yuri slightly weakened from the rush of his orgasm, Otabek always got an instinctual rush of his own, one that pushed him to want to devour the vampire completely.

He released Yuri’s chest, only to claim his mouth, the two sharing a kiss that was more wet with want than anything else.

“My turn,” Beka pulled away with a low groan, flipping Yuri onto his stomach before the vampire had the chance to say otherwise. He reached for the bottle of lube nobody had bothered to close, smearing some over Yuri’s ass before coating his own cock for good measure, and without a wasted moment more filled the greedy creature to the hilt.

Yuri screeched, sliding down almost to his stomach, but Otabek held him up, keeping him on all fours.

Yuri turned his head slightly, Otabek met with pitiful eyes, “S-Stop—I just c-came—”

Something seemed to snap in the hunter, seeing the vampire in such a way, so he grabbed at his scalp, tugging at the long blonde locks and forcing Yuri’s head back, loving the way it felt to have the vampire tighten around him.

“Fuck,” Beka exhaled, still palming Yuri’s hair, “You’re so sensitive after you cum—”

“That’s why I—” his legs trembled, threatening to give, “S-Stop—”

That only made the hunter want more, grabbing at Yuri’s hips and forcing the blonde to meet his thrusts, reveling in the obscene sounds their bodies made every time skin met skin, smacking together in sloshy wet proof of their pleasure. And Otabek indulged, oh how he indulged, watching the way his cock slid in and out, disappearing into Yuri’s tight, round ass, nearly losing all sense of reason from the way it bounced, Yuri reduced to a hot, whimpering mess. Especially when Beka squeezed the vampire’s hips, and Yuri tightened up even more, his back forming the most perfect arch Beka had ever seen, gasping before letting his head hang again.

“Hunter.”

Beka knew what that voice meant by now, not hesitating in the least when he pulled back a bit, allowing his palm to strike in a sharp smack against Yuri’s ass.

The blonde cried out, stopping himself by biting into his own arm, back arching even further than before, and Otabek couldn’t help but think that there was something incredibly arousing about Yuri’s back, when it was glistening with sweat like that.

He mounted Yuri so that his own stomach was now pressed up against the vampire’s back, their sweat kissing, Beka tugging at Yuri’s ear with his teeth, his voice husky and raw as he drew Yuri’s arm away from his mouth, replacing it with his own fingers.

“Bite me instead.”

But Yuri did nothing of the kind, just sucked, moaning into Beka’s fingers and letting his eyes roll back as Beka matched his sucks to the thrusts in his ass.

“Yuri,” Beka struggled to hold him up, losing strength in his own legs, “Loosen up for me, I can barely move—”

The vampire wriggled his hips, shaking his head, “Feelsh gwood…”

Beka managed a few more thrusts out of spite alone, feeling himself starting to teeter over the edge. With his mind hazed and full of Yuri’s scent, he pressed himself even closer, hips now moving in jerky  thrusts as he tried to catch his own release. With desperate movements he brushed Yuri’s hair away from his neck, breathing heavily against the skin.

“Yuri,” he growled, snaking his hand around the vampire’s neck, and squeezing, cutting off his air, “Cum.”

Yuri choked, coughing and gasping and screaming into Beka’s fingers, cumming the moment he felt Beka’s own heat start to fill his stomach, spasming and losing all the strength in his limbs as his own wave began to wash him over into complete and utter bliss.

Beka came with a low groan, collapsing on top of the vampire as he finished, feeling his fingers being punctured by his vampire’s fangs.

The floor seemed to creak with each breath they desperately hoped would fill their lungs.

When they both came down from their high, their breaths no longer the heavy pants that claimed their chests, Yuri curled into the human, looking past the man’s shoulders and to the pile of clothing they’d left behind, his hunter’s belt resting solidly at the top.

What would his clan say, Yuri wondered, if they knew he’d fallen for a hunter?

But his worries quickly dissipated, were replaced with a much more present problem rising in his throat, his thirst scratching and drying out his tongue. He nudged softly at the human’s chest, fixing his stare on the scar that covered half of the hunter’s breast, the very one Yuri had given him the first time they’d met.

“Otabek.”

The hunter looked down at the vampire in his arms, giving a drowsy sort of smile—or at least, as much as could be described as a smile, when it came from a man like him. “Hm?”

Yuri palmed his own throat, his dark nails accenting the pale skin, “Thirsty.”

The hunter bent down, enough to press his lips chastely against Yuri’s. “Then drink.”

Yuri nodded, moving up a little more, opening his mouth on a large inhale, making a show of his fangs before biting down.

He sucked greedily, taking far more than was due, groaning with each gulp, reminding the hunter that he could be devoured just as easily.

Beka’s blood was always delicious, especially when it was drowned in pleasure, and prickled with the pain granted by Yuri’s fangs. But even better than that was perhaps the way Beka stiffened whenever Yuri bit down, which only clouded Yuri’s head even further, fogging it with a fake sense of pride.

He took a final gulp before pulling away, allowing part of the blood to run down the side of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he leaned in to kiss his lover, coating their tongues in red.

Beka let Yuri swallow his moans, the hunter’s eyes fluttering closed as he tasted the warmth of his own blood.

They only managed a few more kisses, before Yuri began to slip into sleep, because the vampire always gave into exhaustion, once his belly was filled and full.

Beka let him sleep, brushing his fingers through blonde hair, admiring the way his blood was drying against Yuri’s pale cheeks. He reached down, rubbing the stain off tenderly with his thumb, Yuri sweet and soft and murmuring beside him.

How wonderful it would be, Otabek thought, if they could stay like this forever.

Portrait of Love | Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s childhood best friend is an artist, she paints and draws like an expert despite being blind. When an opportunity arises for her to undergo a surgery to give her back her eyesight, it takes Peter to convince her to actually go through with it…

Warning: major cuteness

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Special Oneshot 

A/N: THIS WAS WRITTEN IN HONOR OF MY BLOG REACHING 1,500 FOLLOWERS! I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

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A single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. It shook slightly, as if it could have been whisked away any second by the grip of an icy wind, but it kept floating down the twirling course. It landed on the ground, the shiny, vibrant colour standing out against the ambers and bronzes beneath it. 

A little white cane cruised over the leafs, flattening them down and guiding the little girl along the sidewalk. The mother of the child held onto her daughter’s hand tightly, helping her along. The little girl listened to the trees and branches brushing against one another, the wind causing friction between the two. The colorful leafs beneath her made a crunching noise with each step she took. 

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.2

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: none in this part
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon

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━ 12:03pm
It must be because I’m very tired
But ur still hilarious
Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

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Ok Witchlings my new pendulum board.

💙what i needed💙

🌝wood burning tool
🌝wooden board
🌝pencil
🌝ruler
🌝metal ring (or compass)
🌝eraser

💜what i did💜

🐞drew out the circle
🐞measured, erased, measured again (the perfectionist in me)
🐞sketched out my idea (with help from a couple online ones i put into one board)
🐞made sure it was exactly what i wanted
🐞turned on the wood burner. (That bad boy is hot, 750 degrees BE VERY CAREFUL)
🐞ever so slowly started burning
🐞took mini breaks so i didnt rush it
🐞once each section was done smiled with what i did.
🐞 continued burning til i had to switch tool heads (had to wait for the tool to cool)
🐞switched to the new head and finished.
🐞i will have to place a clear coat on it, (i didnt on my other board)

🌟Done🌟

This can be done on

🐝wooden board (dont use markers it will bleed on the wood)
🐝paper
🐝plastic canvas
🐝canvas for painting
🐝 whatever your little heart desires.

I hope this helps with some step by step and pictures. Blessings to you and yours

"That's almost the exact opposite of what I said"

Request: Haaii!! #28 with Tom? Duh? Lol thank you!!! Absolutely adore your blog!!

ILYSM OF COURSE ILL DO THIS FOR YOU MY LOVE❤️
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Peter was never one to lie to you, he could hardly bring himself to do so. If he ever did, his guilt would end up shoving the truth out of him before he could utter another word.
One thing that eats him alive every time he’s with you, is that he still hasn’t told you the truth about the red and blue suit that sits hidden away in his room.
Spider-man is an important part of Peter’s life, but you’re more important to him than any of that. He’ll take a lazy pj day with you over a web swinging, crime fighting day along side Tony Stark. If keeping you safe means leaving you in the dark about his second identity, then he’ll do it, without hesitation. He wants to tell you, he really does, but he just can’t.
Today he wanted nothing more than to spend as much time possible with you. He wanted to hold you, smile with you, talk to you, and to just be with you. But he wasn’t so lucky.
“Peter that chocolate is not for you!” You playfully scowled at him, as he stuffed a rather large piece of chocolate into his mouth. You both were in your kitchen preparing a bowl of popcorn for a movie, pillows and blankets that awaited you.
“Oh,” Peter mumbled past the chocolate glob in his mouth, his eyes widened, “Who’s it for?”
“Well not you!” You giggled making your way over to where he stood, taking his face into your hands.
His eyes watched your every move and glimmered down at you as you stood before him. The chocolate that was still in his mouth was pushed against his cheek widening his smile adding on to his adorableness.
You both turned your heads to the picture window that showed you a piece of the city as the wale of police sirens ripped through the streets. Rushing over to the glass, your eyes wondered down to the road below searching for the cop cars.
Peter let out a huff of frustration knowing what he’d have to do. Pulling at the roots of his hair, every cell in his body was telling him not to leave you, but he knew what he had to do, “Um, y/n, look I-I’m-I’m really sorry about this but, uh, I just remembered, I gotta help aunt May finish -uh- finish painting, her…. room.” He thought up quickly, making it up as he stuttered along.
You spun around to catch him taking small steps towards your apartment door, clutching the back of his neck, looking everywhere expect your eyes, “Peter-” You let out not holding back too much disappointment in your voice.
“I know, I know, I hate doing this to you, but I’m gonna make it up to you. I promise. I just-I gotta go.” He forced out, while taking several steps backwards out of your apartment catching one last glimpse of you before closing the door in his own face. Furrowing his eyebrows, letting out a sigh and leaning his head against the wooden board, all he felt was guilt. He knew he had to leave but he wanted so desperately to walk back in and hold you close.
You stood astonished with your arms crossed, your eyes glued to the door where Peter just was a moment ago. Every time, it seemed like every time you were with Peter, he’d end up ditching and feeding you an excuse about how he has to help his aunt. The first few times you believed him but now it’s gotten out of hand. You knew he was lying, you weren’t stupid. But what you didn’t understand was why.
Shaking your head and turning back to your window, you were just in time to catch the cities latest superhero swing by at the end of a stringed web, following the flashing lights of emergency vehicles heading towards the scene of the crime.
You emitted a slight gasp as the puzzle pieces joined together in your head. The details all added up and you could finally understand now, “Peter.” You breathlessly whispered to yourself.


Waiting impatiently you paced the roof of your apartment building knowing he’d meet you up here once he was done dealing with the crime downtown. Crossing your arms, you tried to bury yourself further into your sweater, not taking a liking in the cold.
“What’s a pretty girl such as yourself doing hanging around here so late?” A voice called behind you. A wave of comfort washed through you as soon as the voice was heard. You slowly turned around to the Spider-man standing several meters away from you. The lenses covering his eyes widened noticeably upon your eyes catching them.
“I could ask you the same thing.” You spoke softly.
“Well I asked you first soooo..” He drug on, beckoning his arms towards you, taking a step forward in your direction.
You smirked and took two steps backwards knowing what you were soon about to do.
“I have my reasons,” you spoke slyly taking a few more steps till your heels bumped against the bricks that lined the edge of the roof.
“Okay-well-uh-” He stuttered behind his mask taking cautious steps towards you and slowly reaching out his hand.
You stepped onto the bricks, wind ripping over your body taunting you of the long drop below.
“What are you doing?” The hero asked desperately,
You tilted your head, taking a daring look at the city several stories down from your feet,
“Y/n wha-”
“How do you know my name?” You interrupted him, hiding the smile that wanted to show itself.
“Look y/n this isn’t funny-” he began taking large steps to your body not wanting to risk what may happen next,
“I trust you Peter,” you said leaning backwards letting your feet leave the ground.
“Y/N” Peter yelled, taken aback by your outrageous actions.
He didn’t waste a second running off the building, throwing his arm out catching you at the end of his web, yanking your body securely against his.
Bringing you both back up to the roof of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief as he placed you gently back on the ground. He yanked himself away from you throwing his fists through the air trying to contain himself, “Are you crazy? Like seriously, are you crazy y/n?” He asked, letting his voice raise higher than the quiet tone he’d usually speak in.
“When were you going to tell me?” You asked with the same amount of urgency.
“What?”
“When were you going to tell me about this Peter?”
“I was going to, but then I didn’t, I was ready to tell you but I just didn’t, I couldn’t.”
“So you were never going to tell me?”
“Alright, that is almost the exact opposite of what I said,”
You both paused, taking a few breathes, your eyes locked on each other’s, but yours on the lenses hiding his.
You let out a laugh, letting the stress, and intensity cascade out of your body.
“Stop laughing,” Peter spoke, trying to remain stern to get his point across, but you could hear the smile that he was hiding.
Your smile grew wider as you began taking steps over to him.
“I’m serious y/n, this isn’t funny,”
You stood inches from him. Bringing your hands up his biceps, they slid to bottom of his mask, taking your time tugging it off him.
The red mask revealed his toothy smile, his red blushed cheeks, then finally, his chocolate brown doe eyes, sparkling from the street lights.
You held the mask in your hands that were brought together at the back of his neck. His feathered brown hair draped over bits of his forehead, the rest sticking out in various directions.
He looked down at you admiringly, momentarily forgetting about the event that occurred just moments ago. He couldn’t help it though, it was your fault for batting your big y/e/c eyes at him.
“I’m really serious though, please, please don’t ever do something like that again,” he begged in a whisper, bringing his forehead down to yours.
“Then please don’t lie to me about this anymore,” You implied looking down at his suit.
“Not a problem baby girl,” he sighed in relief, “not a problem.”