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Y/N: Can you please stop talking about me? Y/N this, Y/N that… you won’t even remember my last name in 10 years!
Steve: That’s because in 10 years you’ll have my last name.
Nancy:
Eddie:
Robin: Clink clink bitches - I call dibs on first toast.
Can you imagine what it would have been like if Piper had realised that she was gay during HOO
Instead of her feeling out of place in her cabin because "she's not like other girls" it could be because of the heteronormative ideas surrounding it (this could also lead to her having a scene with her mom where Aphrodite tells her that she's the goddess of all love no matter what)
The thought of her and Nico bonding over their crushes on Percy and Annabeth is also very funny to me
Jamie really signed Vecnussy for life. This man—
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Vintage asthetic pic
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the art of book covers
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pairing: peter parker x stark!fem!reader (best friends to lovers)
summary: in which you and peter have a fun day at the carnival where he finally tells you how much he really loves you.
warnings: none, so much fluff, peter being so sweet, also peter winning you a stuffed bear!
word count: 2.1k
author’s note: hi loves! welcome to my first peter fic, i love him so much, and i hope you enjoy this fic! please remember to reblog, thank you!
“Come on Pete, please, it’s only gonna be here for two more days”, you said as you dragged Peter to the carnival that you had wanted to go to for the past week, after hearing Ned talk on and on about how fun it was when he went with his family, you decided that you and your best friend, Peter could not possibly miss out on it.
You could already smell the sweet caramel of what you recognised was popcorn and of course, the balloons and soft toys that children were holding onto as they walked out was just if not more tempting than the snacks.
“Alright, but (Y/N), I gotta go back to Mr Stark and-”
“No worries Pete, I will tell dad we were busy!” you said albeit a little too excitedly as you interlock your fingers with the brunette’s, taking him to the entrance, your dad, Tony Stark was never too strict about schedules, and he wouldn’t mind if you decide to take his mentee out for harmless fun, after all, carnivals never really stopped by in New York, and every time it did, coincidentally you or Peter wouldn’t be around, so this time around, you were determined to have the full experience of the fun that awaited you.
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please respect people who are mentally ill and disabled who cannot work. please respect people who look like they’re just relaxing all day when really they’re waging an internal war just to stay alive or fight their pain. please respect people who could not finish school, people who had big plans and could not see them through because of disability. people who look from the outside like they’ve “given up” or “aren’t doing anything.” people who are hospitalized repeatedly or permanently, and people who are grown adults who are still dependent on others. please respect disabled and mentally ill people.
this is not a polite suggestion, by the way. it’s an angry demand. we are people, and we deserve the same respect as anyone else.
peter parker has a crush on you. a big, fat, hopeless crush on you. he’s certain you’re an angel sent from heaven. he watches you squint at a page of your textbook and almost misses the question you ask when you hold the book up to his face. “what does that word even mean?” you’re asking. peter wants to say, “I love you,” but he’s pretty sure that’s not the correct definition. he gives you the proper answer almost dreamily (maybe he is in a dream … that would explain the angel thing), and you positively beam. peter just stares because of course your cheeks scrunch up in the cutest way possible, of course the 5pm sunlight is hitting your pretty face just right. “thank you,” you say. peter wants to say “you’re welcome,” but would rather not accidentally let a love confession slip. he’ll keep his mouth shut … for now.
sweet
peter parker x reader
summary: two times that peter parker is the sweetest boyfriend
“Y/N!” Peter hisses, knocking his knee into yours under the desk.
“What?” you whisper, not peeling your attention away from the board as you furiously copy down the notes.
“I’m bored.” he says sheepishly as you roll your eyes.
“Why don’t you maybe, focus on the lesson?” you suggest.
Peter groans dramatically and lays his head on top of his notebook.
“I know it all already.” he shrugs, leaning over and digging through your pencil case.
“Well we can’t all be geniuses,” you say as you flip the page and continue scribbling. “Some of us are gonna fail the test on radioactive substances if you don’t shut up and let me write.”
“I’m radioactive,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll tutor you before the test.”
He settles on a red pen from your pencil case and twirls it between his fingers, clicking it on and off repeatedly.
“Peter!” you mutter. “That is infuriating.”
“Sorry,” he grins at you, happy to have your attention for a moment, and sighing when you turn away, frowning at an especially lengthy paragraph in the textbook you and Peter were supposed to be sharing.
He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it in front of him, turning your arm palm-up. You ignore him as you read, attempting to understand the subject. You feel a slight tickling sensation of your wrist accompanied by the pressure of Peter’s hands as he hooks his arm around yours to give himself better access to you.
…emission of alpha particles, or conversion of neutrons to protons or the reverse…
You sigh, pushing the book away from you with your free hand. It’s impossible to concentrate with the tickling sensation on your wrist.
“Peter,” you hiss one last time. “What are you doing?”
Peter freezes, blinking like a deer in the headlights when you tip your gaze to where he’s working on your wrist. Inked onto the skin just below your palm in red ballpoint pen is a tiny, slightly lopsided heart. Leaning closer, you can make out a little ‘P’ entwined with your own first initial.
“Aw, Pete,” you whisper, quickly kissing his cheek ever so softly to avoid the glare of the teacher at the front. “It’s so sweet. You’re so sweet.”
Peter scrunches up his nose in response to your compliment, relishing the moment of attention from you he’d craved in a boring class.
“No,” he begins sweetly. “You’re-” “Parker!” below the teacher. Peter’s ears turned red as the whole class turned to glare at him. “Are you taking notes or are you just distracting Miss Y/L/N?”
Peter shrinks away from you, picking up the red pen and pretending to make notes.
You giggle, resuming your own work but not before nudging him underneath the table and pulling a face, earning yourself the sweetest grin from him.
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7:25am. Friday.
The incessant buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your dozing and you groan, picking it up blearily - only answering because you know exactly who’s calling. He calls at this time every school morning.
“Good morning my love,” he says cheerily. You can hear the faint beeping and honking of early morning traffic from his end of the line, proof that he’s out on his morning patrol like usual.
Your only reply is a sleepy ‘hhmf’ as you snuggle back into the duvet warding off the chilly New York morning.
“It’s time to get up, baby.” Peter says right on cue.
“But I’m so sleepy and cozy,” you protest. “I absolutely cannot get up for school.”
Peter chuckles, preparing himself for the sleepy argument you two have every morning when he calls to make sure you’re getting up.
“If you don’t get up and come to school, I won’t get to see you today.” he points out and you can almost hear the playful pout on his face as he speaks softly, knowing you’re still half asleep.
“You can come over after,” you say. “Imagine how chatty and cheerful I’ll be then when I’m fully rested.”
Peter shakes his head, resting on the rooftop of an apartment block. From his point of view he’s just across the street from your apartment and he can see your bedroom window, blinds still drawn to block out the morning rays.
“If you get up and come to school today, I’ll take you to that do-it-yourself pottery place after. They don’t close until six on a Friday.” he bargains.
You gasp.
“Lots of Pots?” you ask. “Can we make mugs for each other again?”
Peter chuckles, already picturing adding the new addition to the collection of multi-colored mugs you’d made for him and May so far.
“This is all conditional on you getting up, though.” he reminds you.
“Alright, alright, I’m getting up,” you say as you kick the duvet off and make no move to stand up.
“No, you’re not,” Peter sighs as your blind doesn’t lift. “Looks like I’m swinging over then,” he says as he pushes himself to his feet. “Be at your window in a second or I’m breaking in and tipping you out of bed.”
Peter calling you after morning patrol to make sure you’re getting up for school had become routine over the few months of your relationship, usually ending up with him coming over and pulling your pajama-clad body out of bed before he himself would get changed into the school clothes of his he kept in your closet and making sure you both got out the door in time. And he loved it.
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50 Reasons to Share a Bed
I am SO SOFT for this. Call me basic, but it's my favorite trope. I love it so much. I will take any excuse to write it. DO NOT ADD.
WARNINGS: Illness. Kidnapping mentions. Injuries. Death/dying mentions. Vague spice.
1) Because you’re sick.
2) Because there’s only one bed, and it feels wrong to let you sleep on the floor.
3) Because I have the thicker blanket out of the two of us.
4) Because you won’t stop clinging to me on the couch.
5) Because you have a broken leg, and I don’t want the guilt of leaving you here all by yourself.
6) Because your health is deteriorating, and I don’t want to miss your final breaths.
7) Because you’re crying as if I’m about to disappear.
8) Because this is what we’ve done since we were kids, regardless of the adult implications now.
9) Because it’s so cold that I can see my breath, and tangling together is the best way to warm up.
10) Because your house was broken into.
11) Because you fear the dark, or what’s in the dark.
12) Because you’re scared to lose me.
13) Because your room is flooded.
14) Because I would rather you sleep here than with someone else.
15) Because you can’t afford a hotel room.
16) Because I prefer your heartbeat as my sound-soother.
17) Because I prefer your phone as my night light.
18) Because I prefer your weight to my weighted blanket.
19) Because you were kidnapped, and I won’t let anyone else get to you again.
20) Because I don’t trust anyone else to take care of you like I can.
21) Because you feel most protected with me.
22) Because what’s the difference between snuggling and hugging? (A lot.)
23) Because you’re visiting and need a place to stay.
24) Because we’re too caught up in the past to remember that we broke up.
25) Because we drank too much last night.
26) Because you fell asleep on my shoulder, and I carried you to bed.
27) Because my bed is the most comfortable.
28) Because you keep the nightmares away.
29) Because we’ve just married and we’re taking things slowly.
30) Because this is an arranged marriage.
31) Because I have nowhere else to go.
32) Because we don’t trust each other, we have no option than to keep one another close.
33) Because I’m dying, and I don’t want to leave any regrets.
34) Because I’ve been kicked out, and you’re the only safe place to go.
35) Because you’ve let me crash so many times before.
36) Because I love the way you wrap around me.
39) Because the little hums you make against my ear to send me to sleep send warmth down my body.
40) Because your fingertips over my muscles send me to sleep.
41) Because your cat sleeps on my chest. (I’m not here for you… of course.)
42) Because it’s between you and the outdoors.
43) Because we’re making a mistake.
44) Because your breakfast is my favorite thing.
45) Because we’re best friends.
46) Because this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry.
47) Because everyone else left you.
48) Because I’ll always be the one to patch you up.
49) Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
50) Because I love you.
hell is hot but women are hotter
what if clouds are what our souls look like so when you find beautiful clouds and feel the warmth in your heart maybe it's just a reflection of you in the sky that you find aesthetically pleasing. and on days when there's no clouds in the sky, maybe your soul's reshaping for the next day. maybe the clouds just tell you that you're trying to form something new and it'll take time but it'll be worth it because it'll be beautiful.
Haan
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