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Thor: I'm gonna get a big axe and hit Thanos with it really hard.
Me : That's the dumbest plan I ever heard
*two hours later*
Me: that absolute madman, he actually did it
Cloud 9
TASM X Reader
Danger happens to find you on a night out, how will you manage to save yourself? Or will an unexpected encounter save you?
⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual violence, violence⚠️
"Hey you wacko," you said, hopping up beside your best friend on the cold metal bleachers of the school. The coolness of your seat was a nice contrast against the sunny 75° weather of New York City. It has been nice all week, transitioning from spring to summer and the harsh snow finally ending. You were thankful you didn't have to wear that bulky jacket anymore, and instead you found yourself wearing a light sweater and black ripped jeans. To top it off, you had your favorite pair of converse.
"Hey," he said, scooting closer to where you were seated and turning his computer to your direction, "What do you think of this interface?"
Looking at what Peter had coded on his laptop, you responded, "Your interface is fine, but you forgot to turn the Option Explicit on at the top." You smiled, knowing that you were right since you both took the same programming class.
"Ahhhh thanks! That's probably why it popped up with so many errors," he said, ruffling his floppy brown hair and pushing up his glasses, "God, I hate working with Visual Basic."
"Same here." You sighed, turning your direction to the sky above you instead of looking at the ongoing football game. It was a pretty orange color since it was after school hours. You usually didn't leave your house this late, but Peter had insisted you meet up with him at this particular football game on a Friday nonetheless. Peter also hated sports. So what was the deal?
You turned to say something to him but your breath instantly caught in your throat. He was staring intently at his computer, his glasses falling off his face and his hair a mess. He was chewing on his tongue and he looked extremely nerdy but extremely cute.
It surprised you, thinking this way of your best friend all of a sudden.
I mean, it's not like you haven't before.
There was that time in gym class where he'd lifted his hoodie off and you caught a glimpse of his toned abdomen. And that time when you had both traveled to Chicago for the Academic Decathlon trip and he had shared a room with you. Or that time-
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked, now focused solely on you and your response. He had a knowing smile on his face and it was one that you often found yourself fancying. His eyes got all squinty as he knew what you were probably thinking. He thought the same about you sometimes, he just didn't know how to initiate the right words. He thought you would've picked it up by now that you were being flirted with, but I guess school smarts aren't the equivalent of emotional intelligence, as you were still clueless to his intentions.
"Your doofus looking project." You said, hoping to deflect the conversation back to his homework.
"You're unnecessarily mean." He smiled
"Or I'm just right as always." You smiled back.
Just then, you heard a fast wooshing noise, the sound of something being projectile thrown at you. Before it had time to make contact with your jaw, Peter flung himself in front of you, catching the stray football with one hand.
"Holy shit," you said, "nice catch."
Except Peter didn't look ecstatic over his skills. He looked genuinely terrified. Of what, you didn't know.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice fluctuating from his timidness over catching the ball. He threw it towards the goal post, and you watched as the ball collided with the metal and dented it.
"Peter?! What the hell? How did you dent that?" You asked, absolutely astonished with what just happened before your eyes. Your mouth open and your hair flying away from your face, Peter knew he had to go before he messed something else up- and potentially risked exposing his identity.
"Sorry, I have to go." He said, hurriedly stuffing his computer with his unfinished project into his backpack and grabbing his other miscellaneous papers that had flown out of his folders. He nodded towards you and practically ran to get off the bleachers.
"Peter! Wait!" You said, trying to grab your stuff as well. "Why did you want to meet up?!"
Your question went unanswered as you looked over the side of the bleachers where your best friend had just been except now there was no one there. It was as if he had disappeared without a trace when you had directed your attention towards your bag.
"What the hell was that?" You wondered.
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Peter was scrambling. He had finally worked up the courage to tell you how he felt but of course, his stupid new power messed things up. He couldn't let you know he was Spiderman, that would ruin everything and potentially put you in danger. What if you didn't like what he was? What if an enemy knew you were his weak spot and went after you? What if-
He ran into his front door.
"Ow." He said, rubbing his forehead. He shouldn't have gotten so lost in his thoughts. He felt bad about having to swing out of the situation (literally) and leave you by yourself to watch the game. Today didn't go at all how he'd planned it in his head.
He threw his backpack down by his nightstand and flipped down on the bed, not even bothering to say hello to his Aunt May. Things have been different now that Uncle Ben was dead and he didn't think he could listen to any more of her grieving. Sighing, he took off his jacket and turned on the computers at his desk, looking at his wallpaper of you and him from when you had a food fight.
You had surprised him by visiting him late at night when you guys were sophomores, your cute little cardigan on and your hair all curled up just to tell him you wanted to stream Donnie Darko on his tv since he had the best picture quality.
Deciding not to argue, he smiled and led you to the living room, where he watched you excitedly fix the tv in preparation for the movie night. Feeling as though he wasn't helping enough, he asked if you wanted a snack.
You said yes and he decided he was going to make you some popcorn but you had insisted on peanut butter and jelly.
You popped open the peanut butter and started to spread it on your choice of bread, the sun finally setting and casting an illuminesent orange on your figure. Peter had just walked into the kitchen after finalizing the movie plans and stopped in the doorframe. Your hair looked like something out of a magazine, your skin looking as shiny as honey and your aura lighting up the entire room. He felt himself glued to the spot, feeling an ache in his chest as he watched you do the simple task of making a sandwich. It felt as though time had stopped and he wondered why he ever settled on seeing you in a friendly way. The image before him was nothing short of a revelation as he finally came to term with his senses:
He was irrevocably in love with you.
You smiled and stared at him from where you made your spot in the yellow kitchen. "Want some?" You asked.
"I- yeah." He said, walking towards you.
"Perfect." You said, and while he was still in his daze, you put your finger in the peanut butter jar and rubbed it on his face. Giggling, you ran away towards the other end of the counter as you watched him reach up to his face and rub it off.
"Oh you're in for it now." He said, getting some of the snack on his hands and running after you. You yelped in excitement and ran away from him, first towards the left of the counter and then the right as he finally caught up to you and grabbed you from behind your waist. Both of you laughing, he rubs the peanut butter on your face and sits you down on the ground.
"You're such a sore loser," you said, punching him on the shoulder between fits of laughter.
If there was any denial about his previous thoughts of love, there wasn't any now. It was clear and he knew you belonged there in his arms, laughing in the warmth of the sun.
Peter recalled the fond memory and felt himself smiling, reaching up to the spot on his face that had been touched by you. That entire moment had led him to making a shitty playlist of love songs that would keep the memory alive and him listening to it for the entire week after. Since then, his head has been filled with you and only you. And some math and quantum theory, but mainly you.
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You had decided to go out with your friends tonight. They wanted to visit this café not too far away from the school, and they wanted to dress up, since it was a nicer place. The agenda was casual nice and you found yourself struggling to look through your closet and find something suitable. You did dress fancy, but you wanted to find something new to wear; something they hadn't seen you in yet. Going towards the back of your wardrobe, you saw a beat up looking box. Perfect! It was one of your old cardigans. Last time you wore it was....
....when you rubbed peanut butter on Peter's face. You cringed slightly at the memory. That day you wanted to confess your feelings for him, but you decided to break the awkward silence when you saw him walk into the kitchen. Truth is, when you saw him standing there in the doorway with the soft angelic glow of the sun hitting his perfectly dorky face, you felt something in your chest. That feeling was the same reason you hadn't accepted any requests for dating, even when one of the most popular boys in your school had asked you on a date. You could only think of one person in that bittersweet romantic way.
And that person just happened to be your best friend.
Sliding on your boots, you walked over to the mirror and looked at your reflection. You looked alright and once you did your hair you would look better.
Walking to your bathroom, you grabbed your curling iron and reevaluated your makeup choice. It was a soft yellow with bold eyeliner. It was just something fun you were trying out, also going so far as to add a couple gems from your scrapbooking stickers. Cool.
You picked up your purse off the floor and stepped out of your apartment.
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Slipping on his suit, Peter readied himself for his journey out in the city. He usually paroled the streets at night when he wasn't swamped with homework in case there was someone who needed his help. It wasn't often that it was more that a quick dispute between friends, or an old lady needing help with groceries, but it still filled him with pride knowing that he could have an impact in some way.
He quickly went downstairs now that Aunt May was asleep and grabbed some fuel food. He scarfed down a banana and went back upstairs, opening his bedroom window and leaving the small confines of his bedroom as he went to go find trouble-or rather- for trouble to find him.
He shot his webs towards the sky. Nothing felt quite like this. The wind hitting his frame and the free falling feeling of flying. He was up higher than the oblivious people beneath him, the cars zooming past his feet and the clouds rolling past his head. Night had just fallen and the moon shone on the glass window panes of the buildings he latched onto. He would push from one end of the building to the other, relying on his webs and his strength to travel through the dark. He felt free.
Stopping atop one of the shorter buildings, he looked at the streets below. Any signs of irregular activity would signal his presence and he would be able to help. Tonight, less people seemed to be wandering the sidewalks and he noticed there was less activity in this particular area. He was about to leave when-
He saw a familiar person.
Was that- was that you? Why were you out so late and what on earth compelled you to walk out at night by yourself? Did you have a death wish? Peter knew you were smarter than that.
"Yeah I should be there in a couple minutes." He heard you say into your phone from below. You seemed rushed and he knew that you had snuck out to see someone, giving him context as to why you were out at this hour. Were you going out on a date? He saw the way you were dressed and the makeup you were wearing. He felt his heart drop a little bit, but he knew that his sole focus should be on making sure you got there safely.
So, watching you from the rooftops, he followed your movements towards one of the newer café establishments that all the kids at school were talking about. He waited for you to walk inside, but you stopped for a second to check through your purse. That was all it took for someone to come up from behind you and put their hand over your mouth.
Feeling adrenaline course through his veins, he had a rage he never knew existed before. You were in trouble, and in desperate need of his help.
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You had decided to check your purse to see if you had put your wallet in it since you didn't feel the familiar weight of it in the back pocket of your jeans. You rummaged through the contents before you were fiercely grabbed from behind, a male figure putting one of their hands over your mouth and the other around your waist. Frozen in shock, he led you to the alley behind the café and threw you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
"Hey, pretty lady. Lucky I found you tonight, I need your help."
Your hands fumbled around for the pepper spray that you kept in your purse, wondering where it had fallen on the wet street.
"Looking for this?" He asked, holding up said object as he stared down at you, a horrid smile on his face. He looked to be in his forties, an ugly inconsistent mustache on his upper lip and a dingy looking clothes. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes and that was the moment you got a complete grasp on your situation: you were in immediate danger.
Jumping up and trying to run away from the man, two other men in rugged states appeared in front of you. You were cornered. There was no way of getting out of this one. Feeling more terrified than ever before, you started to feel tears springing at the corners of your eyes.
"I'm just gonna make this plain and simple." The man who had grabbed you said as he sauntered over to you. "Strip."
Fearing for your life, you froze again. What could you possibly do? You couldn't call your friends, your phone was still in your bag. You could fight, but you knew that you were no match for all three of them. You frantically looked for something- anything -to help you fight them off.
Finding an old wine bottle you grabbed it and hit it against the brick wall of the café. The end of it shattering into twenty pieces, you raised the bottle towards the men in front of you.
"Fucking try me."
Just then, there was a flash of red and the man in front of you was stuck to the café wall. It seemed as though he was pinned by spiderwebs?
The new figure in front of you was tall and slim. He was wearing what seemed to be an intricately designed spandex costume that was red and blue. A large black spider on the front and slanted eyes led you to the conclusion that this was the infamous Spiderman that every news station had been talking about for the past few months.
Just then, Spiderman flung out his arm and more of the web-like substance flowed from his wrist, capturing the men behind you. He then grabbed you and shot the substance upwards, latching onto the rooftop above you and swinging you both over the city.
You held tightly around his neck as you watched the image of the café and the men stuck to it fade in the distance, your eyes now looking at the entirety of New York beneath you. It was beautiful but terrifying as you were so high up.
"I should've killed them." You heard the mystery man mumble under his breath and he landed on the top of another building much farther and much higher than the last one. Your makeup had to be running at this point, you were sure you must've cried from the intensity of the situation.
"I- thank you for saving me back there." You whimpered out, now finally understanding what had just happened. You had gone into fight or flight mode and you weren't sure how well you would've fought down there if it wasn't for the help of the superhero.
Peter felt something in his chest as he watched you look at the sight below. Your makeup had started to run and your hair was out of place. You looked frazzled, but beautiful. Just then, the sun started to come up, signalling the end of the night and the end to this nightmare. The wind picked up slightly and your cardigan followed your hair in a dance against your skin. You held your arms close to your chest and finally met Peter's gaze.
"You-Your'e welcome." Was all he was able to reply with.
You looked away from him, and back to the street, looking down at the scenery below. "I know I just had a near-death experience and that's probably why I have the balls to ask but, why didn't you ask me out on the bleachers today?" You asked, turning to look at your savior once more with a slight smile.
"I was nervous." Peter said but then halted in his tracks. "Oh shit- I mean-"
"It's okay, I knew it was you." You said, walking to where your best friend stood. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him in for a hug.
He melted into your touch, calm knowing that his secret was out and that you didn't think of him differently.
You then reached up to touch his face, grabbing the ends of his mask and staring at him with an 'Is this okay' expression before you lifted it off his head. Without his glasses and his usual dorky demeanor was Peter, whom you've known since the second grade. The same old clumsy looking Peter with that same old goofy grin and floppy hair. You instantly felt calm as you held each other staring into each other's eyes. This was where you belonged. You knew it that day at his house and you knew it now. It hadn't changed even though his identity did.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You said, stepping away.
Suddenly, a string of that sticky spider web stuff found it's way at your side, pulling you back to Peter.
"Let me make up for earlier." He smiled, kissing you.
It was like a million fireworks lit off in your chest at once. You were finally here. You made it. You weren't expecting your first kiss to be up this high with Spiderman, but you knew it was to be with Peter at some point. You hoped it would be.
The cars honking below and the sun coming up creating an orange and purple and yellow sky illuminated Peter and his face once the two of you pulled away from each other. He looked heavenly, soft angelic features staring down at you with an adoring smile. Your chest felt heavy and your cheeks felt hot and you had to clench your hand into a fist to make sure this was real. As if he heard your thoughts, he pulled you in for another kiss, letting go of your lips and resting his forehead against yours. You listened to the sound of each other's breathing and your heartbeat was going a mile a minute.
"This is real." He said, giving you that typical Peter Parker smile that you loved so much.
sooo happy for you holly! you deserve all the support and love our fandom has to offer to you!! <3
hey, hi, hello! are you guys kidding me - 3000 followers(& still rapidly climbing)?! that is literally insane & i still can’t get my mind around it. i’ve gained nearly 500+ followers alone in the last few days which is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just mindblowing.
i honestly love each & every one of you so fucking much. thank you for reading my content & deciding to follow me!! its so cool to know people see & read my work - let alone enjoy it!
anyways, i couldn’t not do a little celebration for this milestone so here we are! i didn’t want to do anything big, but hopefully we can all still have fun with this!
Keep reading
it’s true and you should say it.
A lot of the stories (ESPECIALLY tws) used to be so structurally tight as well, working as both a sequel and a standalone, but now they’re so focused on ‘the wider MCU’ that you don’t even care about the story they’re trying to tell in the actual movie you’re watching. Too busy trying to retroactively fit a movie into canon, and setting it up for nine continuations and spin-offs, calling back to things and trying to ride off nostalgia. I would say the MCU has become a parody of itself, but at least parodies are funny.
I can’t even talk about MCU quantity vs quality or it will upset me :(( we really had no idea how bad it would get huh
Just rewatched Captain America: Winter Soldier.
God, they don't make marvel movies like this anymore.
I could actually see what people were doing during the night scenes.
The fight scenes were so well choreographed. The music was made specifically for the movies instead of just endless themes meant to induce nostalgia for when Marvel seemed to actually care about its craft.
watched thunderbolts* yesterday
Happy birthday to you, Buckaroo 💙🎂
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
This would be a cool way to die.
This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. That makes you the Scarlet Witch”
Happy Wandavision day! ♥
Happy new year 2021 🥂✨
Waiting for Santa... 🎄🎄
It’s time
( Chibi Buckaroo’s short hair is a wig because buckaroo loves his long hair but its a special event so... )
Two mimir - Sambucky version✨
Inspired in mmoriqomm's art 🥺
Buckaroo is getting ready for his first christmas 🎄
Hello there!
I found that pose by pluscat on pinterest and i find it so cute i couldn’t resist ♥
𝗖'𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
I’m not really happy with the color BUT i really missed draw my baby soldier
𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲?
𝗣𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲.
𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆 🌻
Little Buckaroo says hi ♡
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