#peteys blocked view

[severely-nearsighted]

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michie + blue/gold stims for @inprisonforsparkling !!

[sundewhasaudhd]

Happy late Thanksgiving everyone. Hope everyone with conservative relatives stayed safe, and I hope anyone spending Thanksgiving alone still had a good time

So, because Thanksgiving was two day ago, I thought I’d introduce you to the concept me and my friend “made”, Thanksgiving in the Black and White. The basic premise is, the Lords in Black hear about Thanksgiving, and their all like “that sounds neat, we’re doing that, like, right now” (it’s some random day in March by the way). So, they teleport their blorbos into the Black, convince Webby to come and bring her found family (Holloway, Duke, Lex, Ethan, Hannah, Sophia, and Daniel), and then chaos ensues from there. The presence so based on this post by @toringo (go check out all of his Hatchetfield stuff btw, it’s amazing, really great for Wilbur x Wiggly shippers)

So yeah, here’s the first page of art (I’m gonna make more after this post)

Ok, so this first one requires a bit of explanation, basically Ethan is quoting a Danny Gonzalez video that I quote CONSTANTLY, (8:26 into this video)

No explanation needed

Duke was trying to make Holloway feel better about her past choice in partners (but I must say, also must as I love Wilbur, Webby’s kinda spitting facts)

Part two after I eat dinner

(Also, if yall can’t read my handwriting, please tell me so I can type them on the post)

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[apocalyptourism]

Me btw if you even care at all

[cassandralottie]

claudia save me. poison hazbin hotel is shaping up to be my most streamed song. hell on earth.

ough i'm so sorry ali...

[intheconflux]

[ GAME OF CHANCE, DAY 5: Tinky rolls a 1 on the die— ]

[ Uh oh. ]

[As the group is about to turn a corner, Reese steps into view and blocks their path. Beside her are Kyle and Brenda, looking... different.]

REESE: C'mon, Petey, stop running. We're going to make a playground of this town. Doesn't that sound fun?

REESE: And you... you can play with us forever. Whatever life you want to live, we can make it happen. I can be your best friend. Kyle can be your rival, or your boyfriend, or whatever you want him to be.

REESE: We're yours. Forever and always.

REESE: So let us make toys of your friends, Petey. It doesn't hurt. Steph knows that already, doesn't she?

[Pete is frozen. Why is she talking to him, like he's so special? Why are her eyes glowing? And why does her voice sound like something else is speaking with her?]

[Steph clenches her fists. She's not usually one for brute force, but the way Reese is talking to Pete... it makes something ugly simmer in her gut. She barely notices Reese calling her out. Her friends are more important.]

[Max, standing at the front of the group, frowns as Reese steps closer and closer. He took a vow against violence months ago, and despite the life-or-death appearance of this situation, he doesn't want to go back on his word. But he will protect his friends at any cost.]

[Grace looks between their three adversaries. Reese, a cheerleader. Kyle and Brenda, nerds. Gears start spinning in her head, rapidfire thoughts coming to a conclusion as Reese stops directly in front of Max. Suddenly, she has a realization.]

[infernothechaosgod]

Im back from the movie and oh my god it was so so good I could just talk about the way it was animated for hours but rn im going to yap about the story bc i think it was wrapped out so well jesus christ

The way dog man gets introduced and its immidietly clear he is loved exactly at the same time as its shown theres a down side to it was such a great decision because most movies and stories as a whole usualy go with the "show the good great side first THEN wait a sec and show the down sides" witch is sometimes effective but often it does end up eating up lots of time for something we already are kinda aware of, dog man very quickly gets a grounding moment after its revealed Anne just left (also he got straight up insulted to the face TOT)

Montage with petey was peak idc what anyone says, it quickly establishes a long term pattern of petey getting out and out again and again getting caught attacking the city, jailed and instantly getting away while the visuals were just so vibrant and creative and accualy funny, they took the medium of animation and streached it all out so much in the best way possible I better see those animators get paid well and served fresh warm meals from today to the end of their lifes and a week

PETEY

Petey was SO much fun, he was so cartoonishly evil while at the same time accualy being a threat and being taken as one by both the narrative and the characters (I am SO done with the evil characters being made fun of by the narrative you have no idea The looking down at the audience and them goes CRAZY nowdays) but to a dose where you are able to belive in his change later on

his reaction to seeing his father being brought back to him was so sad and really made it clear that he accualy does get to him deeper than others, not just by his animation and facial expressions but also by the way he acts from around him as a whole, he seems to accualy try not to let his usual over the top anger out so much because he KNOWS that is a losing battle he already fought and lost enough to know there is nothing he can do to win and i dont think its too much to say he was still scared of him, grandpa leaving with all his stuff doesnt even shock him that much because he knows how much of a horrible person he is was and will be, and the way he was written as a whole also coming to realization he is slowly falling into the same line his own abusive father went through and getting moved by that sm it was the biggest domino block to fall making his Tower of current self image, horrible world view and false beliefs (he most likely came trying to cope/explain to himself why such a horrible thing could happen to him?) Began to shake and later fall

LIL PETEY THE LIGHT IN THE DARK THE BABY ILY SM

he is a baby and i love him sm, he was so cute while also being a great character that has thoughts on his own!? SHOCKING! Very often children especialy young young ones are more of "add on's" for the parent characters that drive the narrative just by "being the baby" and that being it. AND IM SO HAPPY lil petey wasnt that! I mean i KNEW he woudnt be it because of the comics (witch i have not read but will get my hands on soon enough) obviously but it still made me so happy to see him come up with his own ideas lisening but not always following the rules set for him by both petey and dog man, he really just wanted to help around and also got to act like an accual child witch was really cute (it's kinda sad that thats considered a high bar for movie children TOT)

Lil petey also being a direct contract to petey really helps it sink in that petey wasnt born evil or anything like that no one is, but its the way he got treated that turned him into what he is now but beneath that he still has some of that hope and goodnes in himself that just needs help to flurish again after getting stepped on so much

Oh my god theres so much more to say and you better prapare for me to make at least 8 more posts like this tomorrow, i really wanna talk about dog Mans (the cheiffs and other characters) characterization and writing more so you better prapare AND THE COMEDY

Also you bet im gonna make thousands of art with them all

[bravetimetravellingaussie]

And it feels like home

Chapter 3

Summary: Peter's reached the casa de pool

Warnings: foul language as always, threats of violence

Peter was practically buzzing as he followed Dopinder up the stairs of the apartment block.

Dopinder stopped in front of a door with the number 69 on it and knocked. Peter glanced back. They'd passed 27 and 28, this door should be 29, but before he could ask, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Peter's spider sense sent him flinching back, flattening himself against the wall next to the door.

"What the fuck do you want, Dopinder? You better have a good answer or so help me God you will be eating through a straw for the next month," a voice growled, grumbled almost, it seemed just barely restrained, almost like he was trying not to wake someone up. All Peter could see was an arm, the hand gripping the front of Dopinder's shirt, a foot long blade extending from between the man's index and middle fingers rested against Dopinder's face.

Peter hadn't faced a real threat in a while now, just normal people, occasionally with guns or knives, but the apprehension was there now, whoever this was could really hurt him. As if that had ever stopped him.

Peter stepped away from the wall.

"I made him take me here." Peter finally got a good look at the rather large and muscular man threatening Dopinder. The man who was wearing a tank top and- hello kitty pajama trousers?

"And who are you?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm spider-man."

"Who?"

"Oh, uh-"

"And what's with the weird get up?"

"I-"

"Oh fuck- don't tell me your one of those wannabe vigilante types." The man chortled. "Your costume looks like it was put together by a blind person."

"I can still hear you, asshole!" came a voice from within the apartment.

"Says you, you look like you raided the closet of a teenage girl." Peter couldn't stop himself, it was right there. His stomach dropped though when the man shoved Dopinder out of the way and moved towards him.

"Jokes on you, I stole this from my boyfriend," the man growled.

"I'm pretty sure he got them as a gift from Yukio," Dopinder said, his hands already raised in a defensive position.

"Wait, boyfriend? You're this pool guy's boyfriend?"

All of a sudden an inhuman squeal sounded through the apartment. In a neighbouring apartment, a dog started barking. Even Peter found himself wincing at the pitch of the sound.

"Speak of the devil," the man in the doorway said with a smirk.

"I heard you call my name, baby boy, how can I help you?"

"I-" Peter couldn't really find the words, and no, it wasn't because the unmasked face of the man in red looked like it was plagued by a rare skin condition, but because he hadn't really thought this far ahead.

"While you think about it, come on in, make yourself at home, you don't mind do you, peanut?"

The large and scary man retracted his claws and let out a sigh. "Do what you want, but I'm going back to sleep." The man disappeared into the apartment but not before giving the unmasked man a peck on the cheek.

"On second thought, kid, why don't we go get some fresh air, the view from the roof at night is quite nice. I'll answer any questions you have."

"I'm not a kid, I-"

"Sure sure, let's go. You can go back to work, Dopinder, your work here is done."

"Always a pleasure, Mr Pool."

Once he'd waved goodbye to Dopinder, the man let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, we can have a normal conversation. I didn't want to say too much at the McDonald's, protecting the secret identity and such-"

Peter's stomach went plummeting down the stairwell.

"H-how do you know who I am?"

"That's easy, Petey," the man stage whispered, " I'm deadpool."

[canisbrutus]

kinda rambly so im not maintagging this but: in case anyone was wondering my thought process with writing out characters, it goes a little somethin like this. (disclaimer this is not a diss on anybody else nor am i tryin to preach about how You need to write or interpret characters, this is just the way i operate and communicate my points)

i generally like to stick as close to canon as possible, as opposed to simply making shit up. and bully, in the base game, is a parody of american highschools. it's built on stereotypes, and every character has a punchline they're centered around. such as algernon acting like a stupid little boy, petey being seen as girly, tad just being repulsive and pathetic, etc.

the main point is seldom anyone or anything is taken seriously for more than 30 seconds so you Need to pay attention to everything said; every scene the characters appear in, and who they're with, what they're doing, their expressions, and so on. and you need to question why they say certain things, do things one way over the other. again, examples include constantinos always being hungry despite edna being the cook, why petey wanted to be part of the nerds for them to reject him in the first place, and why parker is fond of garden gnomes specifically over literally any other object. but to me, you cant just hone in on one thing and shrug off everything else about them because you dont like it. people are multifaceted, and these characters are no different.

of course this game has some dated views by nature, i've mentioned before it's done characters like russell lola and fatty Francois a massive disservice by boiling them down to 'retarded brute' 'slut' and 'fatass' respectively. so i do need to either reimagine their quirks in a more realistic lens or do olympics level gymnastics to spin it away of the pov of a 2000s teenage boy thats done with everything. and sometimes characters are just straight up unpleasant and thats Great; they have their purpose in the story anyway.

i want to do these characters justice. i can see the building blocks with their dynamics and lines, it just takes a bit of time for me to come up with reasoning to make everything they do make sense, even if it was only put in place for the sake of a joke. know what i mean?

[psuedochakra]

Lit Up

Note: This was originally written for the Fightertown 2024 Advent Calendar. Rating: General Summary: Maverick is finally stateside for Christmas, so the Bradshaws go visit. Tags: fluff, Christmas lights

As soon as the seatbelt sign is turned off, Bradley gets antsy. Carole is too. They haven’t seen Maverick for an extended period of time in a couple of years. The man is finally stateside for Christmas, so they flew out to Maryland to see him. They’re both thrumming with nervous energy. Carole is sure Bradley’s tips more into excitement than anything else. It’s a mix of both for her. Very excited; a little nervous. Mav had mentioned, while they were planning, that Wolfman and Hollywood were at Pax River with him. They were both lovely, handsome men. Hollywood especially, woof.

Bradley shuffles into the tiny aisle and starts to grab their bags from the overhead bin. He’s twelve, hit his big growth spurt early, and everything is awkward. Carole’s certain Bradley is going to have another one once he’s in high school, but she won’t say anything about it. Bradley’s already self conscious enough.

Bags in hand, they deboard the plane and start searching for Maverick. With the height advantage, Bradley easily finds him. He bolts off, leaving Carole with a fond smile on her face.

“Mav!” Bradley exclaims, scooping up his godfather in a bone crushing hug.

Mav grunts, “Hey, kiddo! Hey, Carole!”

Carole presses a kiss to his cheek in greeting. She admires the little red stain there. Bradley makes a face at it.

“Gross, Mom,” the preteen rolls his eyes.

“What?” Maverick touches the lipstick.

“She got you!”

“And I’ll get you too,” Carole teases. She pulls Bradley’s face down so she can reach, “C’mere!”

“Mooooom,” he whines.

Maverick laughs, loudly, and collects their bags. Bradley asks about his latest deployment (despite having sent letters back and forth) and current job. Mav does some stress tests on jets (and brass) at Pax River. It’s been a great gig.

“So,” Carole hums, “What are you driving these days, Petey? We all aren’t gonna fit on your bike.”

“I’m borrowing Hollywood’s car,” Maverick tells her.

As they exit the airport, someone honks at them. Mav waves.

“I’m also borrowing the driver,” he adds.

With the bags, and Bradshaws, loaded up, they take off. Bradley, shockingly, cedes the front seat to Carole, so he can hang out with Maverick in the back.

“Well, howdy, handsome,” Carole greets Hollywood with a sly smile.

“Howdy yourself, gorgeous,” Hollywood winks.

“Hey, Wood! Go through that neighborhood that was on the news,” Maverick instructs from the back.

Carole glances back at Maverick suspiciously, but she doesn’t say anything. They’re on the highway for a while before taking an exit. A few turns later, and Carole’s face lights up. Literally. Every house on this block is decorated from rooftop to bottom. Hollywood parks the car so they can walk around and look. They aren’t the only ones. Plenty of people are wandering the cul-de-sac to admire the lights.

There are classic nativity scenes, plenty of Santas, lights that look like melting icicles, an inflatable palm tree wrapped in purple lights, wire reindeer grazing on the snow, actual snowmen with sparkling scarves. Every tree on every corner is glowing. Every eave, fence, and column dazzles.

Bradley’s off, like a shot again, to gawk at high speeds. Carole knows he won’t go too far, but Maverick doesn’t. So he takes off after him. She stays, step in step, back with Hollywood to admire the display.

“This is wonderful!” she exclaims; her smile wide. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Hollywood breaths, “The view from here really is.”

[sundewhasaudhd]

Baking my yum yum into a cookie because I miss her

The meme this is based on:

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[perlapulido]

Star Lord and Red Bullet

Summary: Life can surprise you in so many ways even if your a half demon like Raquel whos been on her until she met Quill. They been by their side no matter what is thrown at them despite their differences but now they save the galaxy from being destroyed and they cant do that alone.

Ch2

Two months later ~

Peter sat in his room watching a movie in the dark. He was watching as a tap was heard from his second floor window. Thinking it was a squirrel the heard it again but a little louder. He paused the movie and went to his window looking around and saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him making him jump with scream. The figure��laughed and came view with a little light from the kitchen window. "Shush. Grandpa is going catch you." Said Peter. The figure blew a raspberry waving off his statement and climbed the gutter pipe in the side of the house. "If you would've told me when to get here. Id be chased down by the FBI." Said the figure taking off her hood. "I'm sorry. I had a run in with the guys again and . . . " Peter paused as Raquel made him look at her. "If anything happens I'm there ok. She's like my mom too Petey." Said Raquel patting his shoulder. He nodded and got on the bed with Raquel in the floor watching the movie. She leaned against the wooden bed frame watching a group of kids singing with a guy cleaning the chimneys along with other men. After the movie was over Peter changed the channel to an old cartoon with a bunch of animals dressed like people. "Hey do you think I should go with my dad if mom doesn't make it?" Said Peter. Raquel looked up from her position with Peter staring down. "I don't think he's the right man to be your dad. He left his family for what eight years? I think you deserve someone better than that jackass." Said Raquel. "Your right about that." Said Peter then heard someone coming up. His grandpa opened his door and turned the switch seeing Peter alone on his bed. "Get ready Peter. It's time to say goodbye." Said grandpa. 

Peter nodded as his grandfather closed the door and went downstairs. Raquel rolled out from under the bed as Peter ties his shoelace. "Are you going to be ok?" Said Raquel. "I'll be fine." Said Peter. "I'll meet you at the hospital." Said Raquel giving him a side hug. "See ya there, red." Said Peter earning a playful punch in the arm. She got on the window sill and jumped off rolling onto the grass. "What was that?" Said Peters grandpa from the kitchen. Raquel got on all fours like an animal and ran out of the backyard climbing over the fence before the light on hit her. "Maybe those raccoons." Said a woman. Raquel ran down the down the block on her feet as clouds started forming. "Not too bad." Said Raquel as a sound of thunder and lightning was heard. She sighed in annoyance and continued her way making a few short cuts on people's properties. By twenty minutes Raquel stopped in front of a dark alley catching her breath. She looked up seeing the hospital just two blocks away. "You alright there?" Said a voice. "Huh?" Said Raquel seeing a man wearing strange clothes and had a gun. "Im fine. Just meeting my friend over there." said Raquel. "If you say so. What's species are you?" said the man. "Half Demon and i dont know my other half." said Raquel as the car passed her with Peter in it. "Nice meeting you but i really have to go." said Raquel. "Alright im Kraglin by the way." said the man. "Raquel. Bye." said Raquel running toward the hospital on all fours again. She climbed the tree close to Merediths room on the second floor and sat squatted down watching a few people around the sick woman. 

She waited for awhile and saw Peter coming with just his grandfather as everyone looked at in sympathy. Getting closer to the open window hearing them talk. "Did you have another fight?" said Meredith stroking his face. He nodded and glanced over her shoulder seeing Raquel by the window. "Take this. Its for you and Raquel." said Meredith. The machines started beeping quick as Meredith reached out her hand to Peter. "Please take my hand Peter." said Meredith. Peter got scared backing away with his grandfather touching his shoulders pushing him towards her. "Take my hand Peter." said Meredith crying and let out her last breathe. Raquel watched as he ran out the building and jumped the branch to go after him. She caught up to him by grabbing his backpack and pulled to a hug letting him cry on her shoulder. "Peter im here." said Raquel as a bright light shone on them. Peter looked up seeing a ship above and felt the ground leave from under their feet. "Mom!" Peter shouted as Raquel held his hand. They got dropped harshly on the floor as a group of strange men gathered around. Raquel got up and pulled her hoodie off seeing everyone and saw Kraglin stand next to a man with blue skin. "Red where are we?" said Peter looking scared at the strangers in front of him. "Your on a Ravengers ship boy. Im their captain Yondu Udonta." said the man with blue skin. "Why did you take us?" said Raquel standing up. "I was here to take Peter to his daddy but your two are lucky that im in charge of these hungry men. They never had a terran or demon before." said Yondu. "Your taking me to my dad." said Peter as Raquel touched his shoulder. "Yeah but from looking at you two. I think your qualified to be on my crew." said Yondu smiling. "In other words were stuck with you and this cannibals." siad Raquel. "Appreciate that Girly." said Yondu. "Ill take you to your rooms. Good to see ya again Raquel." said Kraglin leading them down the hall. "Can i punch him?" said Raquel looking at Kraglin. "Yondu? No he would kill you with one whistle of his arrow. Just listen to him and you both will be fine with us." said Kraglin. "Fine but tell him i wont be afraid to use my stone fist." said Raquel turning her arm to stone. "Will do, Red." said Kraglin shutting and locking their door.

[kitten-mitts]

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I'm Mittens, a pretty faint-hearted proshipper, feminist and lgbt+ supporter. （˶′◡‵˶）

In my blog you'll find drawings of fanart or ships I made personally, most of which will be self-ships of either others or my own :3

Although I do enjoy darkships, comships, and other unsettling content, I do not condone any real life actions regarding fictional activities. Please for your sake, if I post anything that bothers you in anyway, feel free to block me (^_^;)

Also an update!! I have a seperate blog created for the sole purpose of making my darker ships and suggestive content, and it goes by the name of @mittens-other-art . I don't care who views or likes, as long as they're not minors (; ~_~ )

My interests are below _(:3」∠)_

Fandoms I'm currently in: Professor Layton, Pokémon, Made in Abyss, The Legend of Zelda, Evangelion, BFB/TPOT, the Mother Series, Mob Psycho 100,, and maybe more

Characters I self-ship with (；・ω・) :

Gaster (Undertale)

Hershel Layton

Gendo Ikari ( Evangelion)

Shōta Aizawa (My Hero Academia )

Duster (Mother 3)

Ozen the Immovable (Made in Abyss(

Happy Mask Salesman (Majoras Mask))

Warden Ingo, Nanu, Kabu, Professor Laventon, Larry,, (Pokémon )

Ness & Lucas (The Mother series)

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time)

Clay Puppington & Reverend Rod Putty (Morel Orel)

I'll be updating this every so often if anything changes :¹)

Stephen Stotch (South Park)

Petey the Cat (Dogman)

[irunjt]

#88 of 366: Bloodoath, EXES, Petey

This song does a good job of taking me back to middle-school/high-school in the 90s.  I hate to say it’s a vibe because I feel like I use that phrase too much, but I think it’s too accurate a word to describe this song.  That constant and beautifully simple guitar strumming.  It takes us on a journey. “Names carved in the pavement, on the corner of the block where we all came from, when we were…

[ptergwen]

fluffy make out sesh w petey? <3

call it even

w/c: 1,074

warnings: like two swears?

a/n: i don’t know why this ended up being so long but it did lmfhwjwhs i hope it’s everything u wanted and more :D

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“god, how much time is left?” you complain, circling your index finger around peter’s chest.

peter refuses to expand his horizons beyond star wars, so you two are watching revenge of the sith yet again. you’re seated in his lap and doing everything you can to get his attention. it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through the damn movie.

unfortunately for you, peter has a huge crush on anakin. that means his eyes are literally glued to the screen.

“we’re not even halfway through yet. get comfortable, babe,” peter smugly replies. he grabs your hips and squeezes, cocking his head to the side to see better. you tilt your own head so it’s blocking his line of vision. “i am comfortable… very. are you?” your voice drops an octave.

a smirk crossing his features, peter finally meets your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work.” you gasp to feign innocence. “silly old me? what ever are you talking about, peter dearest?”

peter moves an arm so it’s around your lower back, you batting your lashes down at him. you yank on his flannel collar to keep him in place. he leans in closer to you until his lips brush the shell of your ear.

he’s all yours.

“i appreciate the effort. now, if you don’t mind…”

peter pulls away from you with a terrible wink that’s stupidly adorable, but you’re too annoyed to admit it.

you give up your facade, swapping it for whining and tugging on peter’s shirt. “no fair! all i want you to do is spend some time with me, petey.” gazing over your shoulder, you shoot the tv a death glare. “fuck george lucas.”

“woah, woah! don’t go that far!” peter defends, chuckling nevertheless. he does feel kind of bad because he has seen star wars more than anyone else on this earth. it wouldn’t kill him to focus on you for a bit.

although, he’d still like to finish the movie.

peter brings your body in closer to his, pecking your forehead softly. “let’s make a deal,” he prompts you. you eagerly nod and sit up straighter. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like-“

“perfect! you and that big brain of yours, my smart boy.” puckering up, you go right in for a smooch. peter holds out a finger and presses it to your lips to stop you, beaming. “i’m not done,” he laughs out. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like, after the movie is over.”

you scoff and shove both peter’s shoulders. “why can’t you just multitask? you’d be getting the best of both worlds!” peter does not consider it. “and risk missing the most intense lightsaber duel in cinematic history? i don’t think so.”

“whatever you say… loser,” you mutter under your breath. he coaxes you away from him, keeping his arms around your waist with a scowl. “do you want your kisses or not, y/n?” this time, your mouth stays shut. “exactly,” peter concludes. “new deal, i’ll level with you and cuddle for a while.”

he hugs you to his chest, chin resting lightly on your head. you instantly settle in his warm embrace and feel safe in his strong arms. this will do.

“love you, petey,” you mumble against the skin of his neck. smiling to himself, peter peeks back up at the tv. “love you too, angel. but, shhh,” he shushes, resuming his millionth star wars viewing.

just like that, you’ve been replaced by darth vader. you need to fix this, and fast.

it doesn’t take peter too long to lose himself in the movie, which plays out in your favor for once. he just mindlessly rocks you side to side while he watches. his obliviousness, more so than usual, gives you the opportunity to reach over on the cushion next to you and grab the remote.

bingo.

you swiftly hit the power button, hiding it behind your back and eliciting a yelp from peter.

“y/n, what the hell? we had a compromise!” peter demands and lunges forward for the remote. grinning wickedly, you tuck it into your back pocket before he can. “we also had a deal, remember? movie’s over,” you elaborate. “kiss me, loser.”

peter can’t argue with that logic.

“sneaky,” he compliments, his forehead leaned against yours. his fingertips ghost over your chin. “i’m so impressed, i can’t even be mad. you win.” giggling, you place your hands on peter’s shoulders to balance yourself in his lap. “well, you’re the prize.”

“ugh, i love you so much,” peter sighs. he kisses your bottom lip gently, holding your chin between two fingers. “more than star wars?” you search for his hazel eyes. “more than star wars… all three trilogies,” he murmurs a sentence you never thought you’d hear.

your eyelashes tickle peter’s face, both of you sharing matching smiles.

“in that case…”

you close the small gap separating you two with your lips on his. peter reciprocates in a heartbeat, his own quickened as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands weaves its way to some fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. he cups your cheek tenderly, free hand on your side and a grin spreading across his face.

“i love you, too,” you whisper, your legs straddling his waist. “could tell,” peter acknowledges in a breathy laugh.

he uses the new position to his advantage and flips you so you’re laying down on the couch. him on top, you under and your legs still around him. the next kiss is initiated by peter, so soft it fills your whole body with butterflies. he continues to caress your cheek while his lips dance expertly with yours.

“you taste good,” you rasp, peter kissing up to the tip of your nose. “like what?” he wonders and punctuates his question with another kiss to the bridge. you’re sitting back and enjoying every second. “i dunno, something sweet… vanilla?”

“oh, yeah. i might’ve stolen your chapstick,” peter admits, his cheeks starting to feel hot. amused, you pinch one of them. “i was wondering where that went. i should’ve known ‘cuz you always ask me about it.” he dips down so his forehead falls on yours once again. “buy you a new one?”

your fingers thread through his locks, willing him to look at you.

“just kiss me, and we’ll call it even.”

[typical-simplelove]

Request: 2 with Tyson Jost if possible?

2. I love seeing you smile.

A/n: this wasn't showing up in the tags, so I'm reposting in hopes that it indeed shows up in the tags this time. Thank you to @glassdanse for letting me know!

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“Hi, hi, aren’t you cute?” Tyson cooed to your daughter. She was sitting in her highchair waiting for Tyson to put her meal on the tray on her highchair. Tyson was giving you a break for the day. Having a toddler running around and being pregnant with your second child, you got exhausted often and just wanted to sleep.

Tyson put the baby cereal on the tray with a bottle of milk. As much as you loved Tyson, sometimes it was easier for you to be in the kitchen with him, too, because Tyson was very clumsy in the kitchen. This was true for this morning. Tyson tried his hardest to be quiet for you, but he dropped his fork and plate which landed with a loud thud.

Your daughter began to laugh hysterically and loudly at her dad messing up. “No, no, shhhh, you’re going to wake momma,” Tyson tries to silence your daughter. It didn’t work, though. You weren’t a heavy sleeper especially now because of the aches and pains that came with pregnancy. You sat in your bed for a few minutes trying to see if now was the time to go into the kitchen. When Tyson dropped another kitchen utensil, you felt it best to go and aid Tyson.

You creep into the kitchen slowly and stop at the entrance. You lean on the side and watch Tyson eat breakfast with your daughter. They both had yet to notice that you were watching them. You looked on with a smile on your face as Tyson and your daughter laughed along together playfully. Tyson got up to get your daughter more cereal. With Tyson no longer blocking your daughter’s view of you, she noticed you. A large smile broke out on her face and loud giggles followed. Tyson had yet to notice that you were standing there.

“What are you giggling about, Miss Jost?” he asks in a cute baby voice. When she continues to giggle and look in your direction, Tyson turns around and sees you standing there. Your smile widens after looking at your husband, who was shirtless, eating with your daughter. “Oh, momma’s standing there.”

“Momma is indeed standing there,” you reply. You walk over to Tyson and place a kiss on his forehead. He responds by kissing your 6 month pregnant bump. You walk over to your daughter and place loads of kisses on her face who just giggles and laughs in response. Your smile, if possible, grows wider at the current interaction.

You walk into the fridge to grab some apple juice to drink while eating breakfast. You pour it into a glass and sit down next to Tyson. You look up from the glass and notice him looking at you. “What?” you ask.

“I love seeing you smile,” he says to you. “The giant smile because of our family mixed with your pregnancy glow? You’re gorgeous.  Wow, I am the luckiest man on this planet. I have the most beautiful wife and the most amazing baby girl and a new baby on the way.”

“Mm,” you say. “We really are lucky, aren’t we?”

“We truly are the luckiest,” Tyson tells you. “And we’re only going to get more lucky when we meet the new one soon.”

You couldn’t wait for a new one to be running around.

[liberty-barnes]

Keep You Safe

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

Warnings: slightly creepy Peter, but like the endearing kind of creepy, also Petey being a dork,,,as always, protective Peter Parker, Endgame related angst but only for a sec, cuddlesssss, and fluff, lots of fluff, because I’m a hoe for fluff... and Tom Holland’s biceps but that’s a story for another day

Word Count: 2167 words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: School has officially closed which means that I’m now forced to stay home all day (which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t locked at home with my dad and he’s getting on every single one of my nerves) and do the homework our teachers send us by email... I didn’t even know Microsoft Teams and OneNote existed until a week ago... so that’s something. I usually write stuff on paper during class cause let’s be honest, I only pay attention to what my teachers are saying when I’m forced to (don’t do this kids, listen to teachers, God I’m a such a bad example) so I’ve got about 5 stories written and I thought “Hey, since I’m too lazy to do my physics homework, why not post it all on tumblr?” So yeah, hi, this is my version of “quarantine is driving me crazy and I need an escape”. And before you ask, yes, I’ve succumbed to the toilet paper juggle thing already, it was not pretty.

Masterlist 

Peter Parker was not a creep, he was simply a worried boyfriend.

There is nothing wrong with following your girlfriend after school to make sure she gets home safe before going back to the Tower. Or asking Karen to alert him whenever you leave the house so he could follow you to make sure you were safe. Or gifting you one of those morse code bracelets that monitored your vitals and location because he knew you’d never take it off and that way he could constantly know where you were and how you were feeling.

Peter Parker was not a creep.

He watched from his vantage point on top of a building as you and MJ left the mall, Slurpees in hand and carrying at least five shopping bags each, most of them being from art stores and only a couple from clothing. The sight of your bright smile made his heart burst with affection and he listened intently, still able to hear your melodic laugh over the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

He followed you at a safe distance, losing sight of the two of you as you entered the subway. Karen kept him aware of your whereabouts though, and he saw you again when you exited the subway station, now alone.

You walked a couple more blocks and entered your apartment building, but Peter only truly relaxed once he saw you entering your bedroom, having a clear view through your window. 

He stayed for a few more minutes, admiring how beautiful you looked doing something as mundane as cutting tags off your newly bought clothes and throwing out the plastic wrapped around your new art supplies. 

He then made his way to the Tower, where the Avengers chose to live again, for practical purposes.

“Hey everyone!” He immediately greeted his teammates after walking into the kitchen, mask off and hair slightly messy.

“Hey Pete,” The twenty-year-old witch gave him a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, already knowing that the boy would be parched.

Peter kissed her cheek and did the same to Pepper, Carol, and Morgan who were all sitting at the table playing Uno, no doubt to make the young Stark happy.

“Where is everyone?” The young spiderling asked after downing his water bottle.

“Bucky and Sam are in the gym, Bruce is messing with something in the labs, and Sharon went grocery shopping with Rhodey.” Carol set down a blue five, not even looking up from her hand. For a superhero, she sure sucked at card games.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to my room, be back to help with dinner!” He called back before walking to the elevator and pressing the button to his and May’s floor. 

After everyone returned from the Blip, the Parkers lost their home and Pepper immediately offered them a floor at the Tower, not wanting her not-really-but-still-kind-of-feels-like-it son and his aunt to be living on the streets. Peter was very happy to be living with some of his favorite people in the world and very grateful for the opportunities it provided him.

He entered his room and pressed the button on his chest, the suit retracting to a simple spider pendant that hung around his neck, looking like an ordinary chain. He took it off and put it in his charging cradle before changing into a pair of grey sweatpants (your favorite though he still doesn’t understand why) and his blue Midtown sweatshirt.

He sat on his desk chair, ready to start his homework but a vibration from his phone made him postpone the task, choosing instead to open the messaging app on his custom made StarkPhone.

Princess 👑 ❤️:  heyy :) Princess 👑 ❤️:  can i meet you at the tower later? Princess 👑 ❤️:  i want cuddles :)))

He smiled at that and immediately texted you back.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: i’ll ask Rhodey and Shar to pick you up on their way home :) Baby🕷️ ❤️: love you <3 Princess 👑 ❤️: love you more <33

He texted Sharon and after receiving confirmation that you were in the car with them, he turned his phone face down on the desk to avoid any distractions and started on his English homework, hoping to be done with it when you got here so he could cuddle in peace with his beloved girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, he was almost done with his homework, fully engrossed in the words on the page that he had to meticulously read, highlight and analyze. He barely noticed when you entered the room, his spidey sense no longer detecting you as a threat, but took a much-needed breath of relief when he felt your hands around his shoulder, rubbing softly.

No words were needed as you kept rubbing his shoulders while he finished his homework, relishing in the soft kisses you left on the crown of his head from time to time. He finished the last sentence on his analysis and set his pen down, sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head back so it rested on your shoulder and you kissed his forehead, hands around his neck, hugging his upper body from behind.

“Cuddles now?” You asked, voice soft and soothing reaching his over-worked brain.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.”

You kissed him on the forehead once more and took off your shirt, staying in your white lace bra and pastel pink sweatpants before laying down on the king-sized bed. You made grabby hands at him and he took off his own shirt, laying down between your legs and resting his head on your breasts. Your right hand made its way to his soft brown curls while your left rested on his upper back, hugging him close to your chest. His arms tightened around your waist and a pleased sigh left his lips, his lashes fluttering and tickling your skin as the tension rolled off of him in waves with every gentle pass of your manicured nails through his scalp.

Peter loved this position. There was really nothing sexual about it, he just loved hearing your heartbeat and feeling your colder skin against his naturally overheated one. He loved protecting the city and all of its inhabitants but here, in your arms, in this bed, he wasn’t Spider-Man, the newest Avenger. He wasn’t the Starks’ unofficially adopted kid that would take over SI alongside Morgan and Harley. He wasn’t the kid who brightened up everyone’s day and felt solely responsible for their happiness and well-being.

He was just Pete. Your Pete. Your fragile, vulnerable boyfriend who just really needed a hug, and you were more than happy to provide.

“How was your day?” He asked, voice slightly muffled because of his mouth’s position, buried in the valley of your breasts.

“Pretty good. I went to the mall with MJ after class and we bought a bunch of new clothes and art supplies for our trip to DisneyWorld.”

“Why do you need new stuff just to go to DisneyWorld?”

“I need Disney themed stuff.”

“You already have Disney themed stuff.”

“But I need new ones so that every time I see them they’ll remind me of our trip to DisneyWorld.”

He chuckled at your over-the-top-ness and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“‘M hungry.”

“Must be cause you didn’t eat.”

“Did too!” He snorted at that.

“A Slurpee doesn’t count as food, princess.”

A silence enveloped the room and he felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I never told you I had a Slurpee.”

Oh shit.

“Y-Yeah, you did, you said you went to the mall with MJ to do some shopping and had a Slurpee after.” He was panicking but focused on playing it off as best as he could.

Spoiler Alert: he’s a very bad liar and can’t hide anything from you.

“No, I didn’t so how do you know that?”

He stuttered and incoherent sentence your way, trying and failing TRYING VERY HARD to defend himself. 

“Have you been following me?”

Shitshitshit.

“N-No?” He hated that he couldn’t lie to you, one look at him and all his secrets would come out like some kind of verbal diarrhea.

You pushed him off your lap so the both of you were sitting up, looking at him with nothing short of hurt, confusion, and betrayal swirling in your beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Have you been taking advantage of EDITH and your powers to spy on me?”

He didn’t answer, simply hung his head, closed his eyes and waited for the blow-up that was bound to happen next... but it never came, only a broken whisper followed by a heart-breaking sob reached his ears.

“Do you not trust me?”

“What?” His head snapped up and he stared into your eyes, seeing the tears threatening to leak and cursing himself because he caused that, he caused his babygirl pain.

“W-Well if you're following me it must be because y-you don’t t-trust m-me.”

Your words were punctuated by a particularly loud sob and he quickly gathered you up in his arms, nuzzling his cheek on the top of your head soothingly and threading his fingers through your hair.

“Nonononononono, baby that’s not it, I promise.” He took your face between his hands and kissed your tear-stricken cheeks, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s just that... with everything that happened with Tony and Beck and my identity being revealed, then almost going to prison, thank God for Pepper, I just... I’m constantly worried that someone’ll come after you because of me, because of what you mean to me, and that I won’t be able to protect you and I just need to know you’re safe, always because you’re the most important person in my life and I don’t know what I’d without you, so I followed you and asked Karen to update me on your vitals every hour so I know you’re safe and alive, and real, and... I just need to know you’re safe.”

He took a deep breath after finishing his jumbled up explanation, finally shining light on the fears deeply installed within him for months.

“I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath. Cause you wanna protect me but you do it by following me and invading my privacy.”

“Wha- psychopath?” You both burst into laughter, foreheads still resting against one another.

“Well, you’ve been following me around for a while. Do you have a camera in my bedroom?”

“No! Of course not! Just... in the lobby... and one facing your apartment door... and on your fire escape facing your window...”

His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking everywhere but at you, seemingly embarrassed by his predicament.

“You said you had Karen monitoring my vitals... how?”

“Oh, um... remember the bracelet I gave you for our six-month anniversary?”

You lifted your right wrist, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘this one’.

“Yeah, so um... I actually made that. It’s got nanosensors that monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, sugar levels, emotional state and a bunch of other things along with a tracker that’s constantly activated. It’s all connected to Karen, so she can let me know whenever you’re in trouble...”

“Is that how you always know when I’m having a panic attack or when I’m on my period?” Your eyes softened up and an adoring smile graced your face when he nodded.

“You’re a dork.” You straddled him fully and properly, then kissed him on the lips softly.”But you’re my dork, and I love you. And I love that you want to keep me safe and that you’d be willing to sacrifice your dignity and do something quite illegal to make sure I stay safe.”

He smirked at you.

“You know, out of context that sounds a bit twisted.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“What can I say? From time to time, I sure do love me a bad boy.”

He smiled and kissed you on the lips, slow and passionate, filled with all his love and adoration and relief, pure and utter relief because you’re here, with him, and you know, and you don’t hate him, in fact, you love him even more.

He fell back on the bed, taking you with him as you resumed your previous position, only this time with you on top.

“So are we gonna mention that when Tony did the exact same thing to you you threw a fit and had Ned hack into the suit?”

“Shut up.”

That night, when Peter got back home after dropping you off, EDITH alerted him to movement on your fire escape. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he pulled up the live footage but it all turned into a breathless chuckle when he saw the surveillance video.

You had put your whiteboard in such a way that it would be seen by the camera and scribbled a ‘Goodnight baby <3′ on it.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: goodnight princess <3

And this is what I do during my English and french classes... English because I don’t need to (perks of being trilingual) and french because the teacher spends the lesson talking about stuff I already know so I really don’t care.

With that said, please stay in school and listen to your teachers... do as I say, not as I do.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little one-shot. Please don’t forget to like, comment and/or reblog if you feel like it!

Love you all, Libby <3