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A very rare unifoozle. Sighting of this creature are very few and far between and until recently they were thought to be extinct. She is a very sleepy creature and would love nothing more than to snuggle up with you.

This cute creature is available over on my etsy shop!  She’s $40 +shipping.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/244956404/rainbow-unifoozle

Avengers, Assemble!

Pairings- Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Word Count- 1556

Hopefully, this will be fluffy. I got the idea when a kid in my skating class made me promise to go over to her house and play with her.

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Crash Landing (Part Three/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2122

Part One Part Two Part Three

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A/N: I’m ever so sorry that this has taken so long, but here is part three, a little longer than the other parts. The places in this story are all real! I researched them and everything. Sorry if the spacing is weird, I was using Google Docs. On a side note, I do love all of my aunts. And I actually did take a self-defence martial arts class from six to eleven.

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“Relax! Relax, it’s me! Spider-Man!”


Mouth dropping open in shock and relief, you froze. Then reality shook you back into action.


“What were you thinking?” Stepping forward you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that ever again or, so help me, I will beat you up. Spider-Man or not.”


“Really?” The amusement in his voice irritated you.


“I’m not playing around, Spider-Boy,” you said dangerously, stepping up to him. “I’ll put you in the freaking ground.”


Your noses were an inch apart, but Spider-Man stepped even closer to you.
“I’d like to see you try.”


As the last word left his lips, you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his back. He leaned forward with the force, unknowingly making it harder for himself. You sprawled out a hand against his lower back, pushing him with enough vigour to make him drop to the floor, sprawled out on the grimy ground. He groaned; his mask was slightly askew so that you could see his mouth.


“Just a little taste,” you smirked as he sat up slowly.


“Where did you learn to do that?” There was no mistaking the surprise in his tone.


“Parents made me take a self-defence class from ages six to eleven, to be exact.” You bowed sarcastically.


Spider-Man’s mouth hung open in awe. “First you can make the world’s best coffee and now you prove yourself to be a total badass! Is there anything you can’t do?”


“Well, I can’t do a forward roll, for starters and –” You paused. “’World’s best coffee’? What do you mean? As far as I know, Spider-Man has never been into The Grind before.”


Spider-Man pulled his mask down and giggled nervously. “What? I never said that…” He stood suddenly and turned slightly. “Well, I’ve got to, um, save the world and stuff, so –”


“No, wait –”


He waved once and whipped away, leaving you to stew in confusion. Resting your hand on the café’s back door handle, you didn’t look back as you stepped inside.


Peter didn’t come by early or at all the next day, which made you uneasy. Had you been too harsh telling him to go home yesterday? Had you screwed up his coffee? As cliché as it was, over the very few days you’d known him, you liked him. You weren’t sure if it was just friendly, but still. You’d spent your whole life criticising people who acted like this, and here you were, exactly the same. What a hypocrite.


Peter was an incredibly pretty guy, inside and out. Literally the purest person you’d ever met; gentle and kind. Ready to help no matter what. He was too good to be true.

A few weeks passed. Then a couple of months. You felt sick almost all the time, wondering what you had done which was so bad.

Winter came and went. Spring began. You vowed to make this a new beginning. No more Peter. No more dreaming.


Still antsy and upset over Peter’s sudden disappearance, you spilled Chet’s order, drenching Chet, yourself and the new napkins which had come in that morning. So, you weren’t exactly in your Aunt’s good books. (Were you ever?)


“(Y/N), if you don’t get your crap together, I’m talking to your mom,” she said tauntingly as she patronisingly squinted at you. “And I’m not going to be as nice this time.”


You rolled your eyes. “Do it! I’m getting below minimum wage anyway. Might as well go and work at freaking McDonalds.”


She scowled and trooped off into her ‘office’. (It was really more of a broom cupboard.) (What kind of narcissist needed an office in a freaking coffee shop, anyway?) Seeing her disappear and leave you to it made your blood boil. You had had enough.


Storming after her, you stuck your foot in the doorframe, stopping her from slamming the door, one of her favourite things to do. Elbowing the door to the side, you leant against the door frame.


“You know what?” You threw up your hands in frustration. “I quit. See you at Thanksgiving.”


She let out a surprised noise and you unceremoniously slammed the door behind you. Hurriedly you gathered your things before your Aunt could come out and publicly yell at you. You also made sure to quickly spill some black coffee outside her office door. Hurtling to the front of the café, you ran into a customer, a regular you thought, who asked where you were going. You ignored them, budging past to burst out into the open street.


And then you walked.


You walked and walked and walked and walked. The anger fuelled you; it didn’t look like you would be stopping anytime soon. Despite the little sun and the grey skies, your skin prickled with sweat.


Eventually, you stumbled your way into Queens Center Mall, moving speedily to the escalators and stepping off at Level 3. Following the steady stream of excited kids, you slipped into Build-A-Bear, trying to look inconspicuous. Oddly, the colours and cute clothes calmed you, and you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Perusing the wide selection, you picked out a pale-yellow bear, had him stuffed and named him Rover. Then you made your way to the clothes section. You smiled, almost laughed.


Right in the middle of your line of vision? A Spider-Man t-shirt and leggings. You recalled the odd encounter you’d had with Spider-Man a few months prior and your stomach did an odd, sad flip.


Grabbing the tiny clothes anyway, you raced to the checkout, paid and rushed outside, finding a bench to sit on. Pulling off the tags, you began pulling the shirt over the bear’s head. Then you moved onto the leggings. Trying to stuff the bear feet-first into them, you suddenly became aware of how odd you must look to everyone else. You put a bit more effort in, attempting to work fast. A shadow passed over you and then hung there.


“Nothing to see here,” you said tiredly. “Just a girl – a girl trying to squeeze a bear’s over-sized legs into some leggings.” The shadow chuckled.


“(Y/N)? Are you body-shaming a Build-A-Bear?”


Your head shot up in surprise. Peter was standing there, arms folded, watching you with a very obvious look of amusement. Self-consciously you clutched Rover to your stomach, one of his legs only half inside the leggings.


“Oh, Peter,” you tried to flip your hair nonchalantly over your shoulder and caught some in your mouth, losing the little dignity you had left. Your insides prickled at the sight of him. So much for getting over him. “Didn’t expect to see you here! You come here often?” You winked.


Peter looked taken aback for a second, then his smile widened and he looked away for a second, scratching his nose. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”


“No.”


“No?”


No.”


“Why?”


You shrugged. “Nothing is real, Peter,” you said solemnly, then promptly burst into a shaky fit of laughter. Peter looked incredibly confused. You sighed. “I quit.”

Peter’s eyes widened, but he nodded slowly, understanding. He’d seen your Aunt yell at you  numerous times, despite only having started going to The Grind.


Peter held out a hand and when you took it, he hauled you up. Gently he took Rover from you, and began walking away. He looked over his shoulder, signalling for you to follow him. So, you did. Walking next to him, you watched as he easily fit the bear’s legs into the leggings, taking more care than you had. With a smirk, he turned to you and held Rover out with both hands. You scowled and took him back.


“Thank you,” you said sulkily.


“You’re welcome,” he cheerily replied. “I like the Spider-Man clothes.”


“Where are we going?”


“Well, I was going back into Center Mall. Ned wanted McDonald’s… Do you wanna come with?”


Yes, please.”


Weaving back through the mall, Peter placed his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you, even though he probably knew that you knew the way. But it felt nice.


Eventually you saw the glowing sign, and squeezed in to restaurant. Peter assured you that he didn’t need any help, so you sat in a booth and waited for him. You watched as he ordered an incredible amount of food, laughing when he attempted to carry five paper bags and two paper cup holders. Rushing forwards, you grabbed as much as you could, earning a very grateful look from Peter. Your stomach nervously fluttered, making you grimace.


Steadily walking out of the restaurant, you turned to Peter.


“You said you didn’t need any help!” You shook your head, smiling. “Where are we taking this?”


“Just to Hoffman Park,” Peter mumbled, looking at his watch. “Like, six minutes.”


“What are you guys doing in Hoffman?”


“Ned re-wired this remote-control car thing and we wanted to try it out but Aunt May wouldn’t let us do it in our apartment.” He sighed. “But we tried it in there anyway, and broke, like… two plates? So, now we’re trying it out here, because there’s more space. Then we’re going to look for some new plates for Aunt May.”


“And so the moral of the story is…” you prompted.


“Uh… Listen to your elders?”


“Not even close,” you grinned. It didn’t feel forced; it felt as though you’d never been apart. “The moral of the story is: either be a pro at whatever stupid crap you’re doing, or be a pro at covering up when you mess up your stupid crap.”


Peter nodded solemnly. “You’re probably right,” he sighed.


You walked in comfortable silence until you reached Hoffman Park’s gate. As you both entered, Ned came hurtling towards both of you. He practically attacked you, tugging the bags from your grip. You shrieked, both of you falling over onto a patch of nearby grass. Ned immediately sat up and began asking questions.


“Peter, did you get a Happy Meal? And a fruit bag? Peter! They’ve got Spider-Man toys in now! Please tell me you got a Happy Meal!” You sat up and brushed yourself off, Ned gasping in realisation. “You’re not Peter…”


“I’ve got your Happy Meal here,” Peter shook one of the bags mockingly and sat down on the grass between you and Ned.


“Who’s this?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, seeming to forget the fact he’d just flattened you.


“This – This is (Y/N).” Peter pointed at you awkwardly.


“’Sup, girl?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, and the two of you burst into peals of laughter.


Three hours later, and you’d exhausted several topics of conversation with the two boys. The food was almost finished, apart from a few large fries and Peter’s Happy Meal. Stuffed and happy, you and Ned lay stretched out on the grass, your head in Peter’s lap, asking random questions.


“Who’s your favourite superhero?” Ned asked.


“Spider-Man,” you said, too quickly.


Peter abruptly choked on his milkshake, wheezing to the side, trying to avoid coughing over you. Ned began hysterically laughing. You watched them both, concerned. When he stopped, you nervously slid a hand through his. He looked down at your entwined hands and smiled, then turned back to Ned to answer his question.


“Spider-Man is pretty cool,” he said tensely, though with a smirk.


Ned nodded seriously, still trying not to laugh, looking between you two. “So, you guys are going out, right?”


Ned!”


“You’re not? Well, you should be. I could see you guys walking from a distance, all cute and stuff.”


Peter looked at you, utterly mortified and embarrassed, trying to mutter an apology. Your face broke apart in a grin. He was so cute. Ned had a point. You turned to him and laughed.


“You’re right!” You stood and mockingly bowed to Peter, shaking a little. “Peter, dear, would you… Would you accompany me on a date?”


Peter spluttered, staring at you, mouth wide. “You’re – You’re kidding, right?”


“I’m not.” You smiled gently. “So, what do you say?”


Still shocked, Peter continued to gape at you. Ned took the wheel.


Dude.” He rolled his eyes at Peter, exasperated. “He says yeah, (Y/N).”


Peter nodded frantically. “Yeah!”


Your smile widened, and you stood to leave. Remembering you still had one of The Grind’s Sharpies, you fished it out of your pocket and knelt down, uncapping it and sticking the lid in your mouth. You tenderly took Peter’s hand, pushing his sweater sleeve up his arm. Then, you scrawled your number across his forearm. Peter watched in excited silence.


Standing again, you took the lid from your mouth and recapped the pen. You threw it to Ned, who caught it easily.


“Keep it,” you grinned and he smiled back. Then you turned to Peter, your smile widening impossibly.


“You better go all-out on this date, (Y/N),” Peter twinkled. “I want roses. I want to be swept off of my feet.”


“You bet your ass I’m going all out,” you beamed, waving your hands about. “The works.”


The both of you goofily grinned at each other before Ned made a disgusted noise, pulling you out of your daze. You mimicked him, told Peter you’d call, then bounced away, a new spring in your step. When you reached outside the gate, you clenched your fists, ecstatic.


Yes!” you exclaimed, fisting the air several times, making several people around you stare quizzically. Mouthing an apology, you rushed off down the street.


You had a date to plan.

October 13, 2017

  1. Pisces
     Book binder
     Black

  2. Cancer
     Book of tickets
     Grey

  3. Scorpio
     Non-alcoholic drink
     Light blue

  4. Virgo
     Stuffed toy
     Yellow

  5. Capricorn
     Knit fabric
     Blue

  6. Taurus
     Jazz music
     Red

  7. Gemini
     A place with a view of the sea
     Pink

  8. Sagittarius
     Culture school
     Gold

  9. Aries
     Museum
     Purple

  10. Aquarius
     Apple pie
     Silver

  11. Libra
     Matsutake mushrooms
     Green

  12. Leo
     Cactus
     Beige
Study Buddy

*a poppet used to promote concentration and motivation to get what needs to be done

Supplies

A yellow, orange, or white poppet/doll pattern, with stuffing (yellow if the buddy will be used for schooling. learning, etc. Orange if the buddy is used for creative activities such as drawing, writing, creating, etc. White if you have neither of the other colors, or plan to use the buddy for other purposes)

Celery Seed: Aids in concentration

Fern: Mental clarity

Jasmine: Promotes new and innovative ideas

Any other herbs/stones that pertain to what you want the buddy to accomplish

Needle and thread

A piece of rose quartz *optional

Steps

1. Construct your poppet. Sew it into a doll/human shape and add stuffing. Leave a small section open and make sure to leave room for your ingredients.

2. Add your herbs and whatever ingredients you decided to include. (Note: Leave out the rose quartz, save this for later).

3. Charge the little guy with the method of your choosing. After it’s fully charged, add in the rose quartz (this is what I call the ‘heart’ of the poppet, to make it come alive) and sew up the opening.

4. Leave your poppet where you study, draw, write, etc. Every now and then give it a good cleanse and recharge.