#though i only started it last week so i definitely wasn't procrastinating it as long as the other things

[most-likely-fandom]

I get that the bit in noragami's 'a story of conforming to temporary stereotypes' is that yato's a god and can't be killed, but also it's hilarious that this serial killer chose a god of calamity. aka the serial killers of gods. yato, the guy who once brought his father ear necklaces of the people he killed .........

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Empire State Of Mind

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader

Warning: None

Summary- (FLUFF)(CRACK)the story of how Peter Parker got over his fear of heights (I was inspired by one of Peter's lines in the Spiderman ps4 game)

A/N: Okay this is me getting back to fics because apparently the only way I can actually get inspiration to write is if I'm procrastinating sooooooo since school has started I guess there will be lots of that lol

---------------------------------------

When Peter told Ned about his fear of heights, he completely freaked out.

"You can't be afraid of heights. You're Spiderman!," he whisper-shouted at their lunch table. "How can Spiderman be afraid of heights?!"

Peter shrugged. "I dunno, maybe I'll just have to get over it eventually."

"But if the spider gave you strength, perfect eyesight, and all those other awesome things. How could it not give you the ability to not be afraid of heights?!," Ned asked, utterly confused. "I mean, spiders aren't afraid of heights."

"Yeah Ned, I know. But-"

"And if spiders aren't afraid of heights then when the spider bit you, you should've picked up that trait too, right?"

"Ned-"

"-Maybe you just got a really lame spider. Maybe the spider that bit you was afraid of heights and he was a spider outcast and-"

"Ned!"

When Peter told MJ about his fear of heights, she immediately mentally prepared herself for his funeral.

"How is Spiderman afraid of heights?"

Pete groaned. "I don't know..."

"I knew it," she sighed. "You're gonna die."

"Wait, what?"

"You can't be out there saving the city while being afraid of heights. That doesn't mix," she explained matter-of-factly. "You're gonna die."

"I'll get over it, MJ. I just have to keep trying."

She shook her head. "Whatever you say, loser. But when you die, the only thing I'll be saying at your funeral is 'I told ya so'."

When Peter told Harry about his fear of heights, he teased him about it relentlessly.

Peter braced himself. "And before you say it, yeah I know: 'How is Spiderman afraid of heights?'. Ha. Ha. Funny."

Harry tossed a pretzel into his mouth. "That's pretty pitiful, Pete," he snickered.

"Yeah I know-"

"-You're supposed to be the 'Amazing' Spiderman, not the 'I-can-only-save-you-if-we're-under-fifty-feet' Spiderman."

"You know what? I'm just going to stop telling people," Peter mumbled, hiding his face into his hands.

"C'mon, I'm just messing with you, bro," Harry teased. "But seriously, how can Spiderman be afraid of heights? That's like Ironman being afraid of iron!"

Peter stared. "...it's really not though."

"Whatever." Harry reached over to ruffle Peter's hair with his hand. "Just come to the penthouse tonight and I'll throw you off the roof. Bam. Fear conquered."

"..."

When Peter told you about it, you did the natural Stark thing to do, and helped him out...after teasing him of course.

"How the fuck are you Spiderman and you're afraid of heights? How does that even work?," you laughed.

"Ugh, not you too [Y/N]," he groaned.

"Why're you scared if you've got your webs?," she interjected again. "As long as you remember those, you can't fall."

"That doesn't really help."

"Wait, so you save all those people in tall buildings while you're so scared of heights? Wow. You're even more awesome now."

Peter shrugged it off. "I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"

"Aaaand why are you even telling me this? What, you want me to fix you or something?" You laughed again, slapping the table. "I'm good with robots, Pete. I'm not a wizard."

Peter shuffled in his seat. "Well I-i was kind of hoping that... maybe you could h-help me?"

You raised an eyebrow. "And how would I do that?," you asked, giggling a bit. "Push you off avengers tower?," you teased.

"A-actually I was hoping for the Empire State Building..."

You paused. "...wait, what?"

Peter nodded in response.

"Pete..I was only kidding... Like really, are you being foreal?!"

He smiled, patting his hands on his lap nervously. "Will you?"

"You're going to fall off the Empire State Building to get over your fear of heights?," you asked.

He nodded uncertainly. "Yep."

"...And you want me to push you off said building?"

"Yeah pretty much," he confirmed.

You stared in disbelief for a moment before checking your watch. "The things I'll do for your dumbass," you sighed. "Alright. Meet me at the top of the Empire State at four. But if you die...I will not be held responsible.

--------

Peter crawled cautiously along the side of the Empire State Building, being sure to never look down.

'You're not that high, Pete. You're not,' he told himself. 'You're only like twelve....t-twelve....hun....'

"Twelve h-h-hundred fucking feet off the fucking ground oh my goshhh!," he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued up the building. "Oh my God, please let me live."

He crawled with his eyes closed until he couldn't feel the thick glass wall anymore. Peter jumped over the railing of the 103 floor observation deck and finally placed his feet on solid ground.

"Wow, Spiderman. You're literally shaking," he heard your voice laugh.

Peter looked at you, wide-eyed as you sat on top of the railing, legs pointed outward, facing the city. "How are you not terrified right now?!"

You shrugged. "I literally take the iron suit for a joy-ride like every week. Heights don't bother me. Now, are we doing this or not?"

"J-just.. gimme a second," he mumbled. "You can do this, Peter. You can do this," he pep-talked himself. "You got this."

You remained sitting on the railing and swinging your legs, trying to give Peter some space to get himself together.

After what felt like about ten mintues, you looked over at him. "You okay over there, Pete?"

Peter took a deep breath and gave a small nod before peeking over the side of the building, which he quickly realized was more than just a big mistake on his part. "F-fuck no!" He quickly stepped back until he was the furthest he could be from the edge. "It's too high! I-i can't do this!"

You groaned. "C'mon, Pete. Wasn't this your idea anyway?"

"Actually it was sort of Harry's!," he stammered. "...[Y/N]..I-i really don't think I can do this."

You ran towards him, cupping his face with your hands. "Hey, hey... relax. You're gonna be okay. You hear me?"

Slowly, he began to nod. "...O-okay," he sighed and took the time to prepare himself again. "I think I'm ready."

You backed away a bit. "You sure?"

"..no."

"Look," you said. "Y'know, you don't have to do this if you really don't want to."

"No," Peter declared, squeezing his eyes shut, his hands turning to fists. "No, I said I'm going to do it today. So I have to do it today. I have to."

"Well then let's do it."

"But I can't!," he whined.

You groaned. 'If this dork doesn't make up his mind.'

Then it hit you.

"I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"

He'd told you the answer to his problems without even knowing.

"Got it," you whispered.

Turning around quickly, you climbed back over the railing separating the standing area from the edge of the building with a mischievous smile.

Once comfortable, you started to rock, swinging your legs back and forth. "Golly gee, Peter. I sure hope I don't fall!," you yelled dramatically in the perfect 'woe-is-me' fashion.

Confused, he looked up from where he was frozen in place. "[Y/N], what?"

You continued to speak dramatically and robotically. "Oh it would be such a shame if maybe I were to..." You gestured a person falling with your hand until it finally reached the end. "Splat!"

"[Y/N], c'mon. Stop."

"And I suppose if I were to happen to be plummeting to my death-" you looked over at him with wide eyes. "-The only person capable of saving me would be the AMAZING Spiderman!"

"[Y/N]. I'm not kidding around. Seriously, this is dumb."

"Gee wilikers! I guess my life is in your hands now Spidey!," you smirked before throwing yourself off the edge of the Empire State Building.

"[Y/N]! What the fuck!"

"Whooooooooooooo!," you yelled as you fell, confident that he would catch you.

Rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath, Peter immediately threw caution to the wind as he jumped over the fence. The only thing on his mind was catching you.

'You idiotic bitch of a girl that I love...'

Gathering his crazy surroundings, he looked around until he finally saw you. And there you were, free falling and whooping like you were on a rollercoaster and not actually almost dying.

'Okay, Pete,' he thought. 'Save her or Mr. Stark will literally kill you..Plus your girlfriend will be dead... yeah definitely that too.'

"[Y/N]!," he yelled.

"Any time now, Peter!," you shrieked once you felt you'd been falling for a bit too long. "C'mon, I know you can do it so how about you FUCKING DO IT!"

Finally catching up with you a bit, he shot a web out to pull you towards him, and then shot another on the building.

You gasped when you felt something yank you upwards. Immediately after you were scooped up by a blur of red and blue.

"I've got you, [Y/N]," he gasped out, one arm holding you while the other was busy holding the two of you up with the webbing. "I've got you."

You held onto him tightly and let out a laugh of relief. "I knew you would," you giggled. "That was awesome."

He began to laugh too. "Oh my gosh, you crazy little adrenaline junky!"

You smirked in response, looking around at where you were now "Sooo.. we're hanging off the Empire State Building..what now?"

Peter looked around too. "Uhh-" he smirked. "-wanna go for a swing?"

"That's just the adrenaline talking, Petey," you informed. "But I mean, I'm down if you are. You're not still scared?"

"Oh I'm terrified," he laughed before leaning in for a quick, messy kiss. He stared at you with nothing but love in his heart. "But I'll be fine as long as I've got you."

The next time Peter found himself swinging through the air, the last thing on his mind was how high he was going.

@spideyyeet, @soft-petey, @hey-its-grey, @allegra-writes, @chaoticpete, @underoosjae, @allegra-soleil, @sovereignparker, @lost-space-ranger, @kelieah, @spidey-reids-2003, @spidey-boy-89, @thesherlockianavenger, @crappy-unicorn

[uci-fanfic-requests]

1ST, ILY ALL FOR ALWAYS WRITING OUR PROMPTS I LOVE YOU

Admin Notes: Do you know that I love dark humor? This is right up my alley, I love it! Thanks for always reading our fanfiction! Fu fu fu… -Admin Hirahara

“Tagami, what are you staring at?” The voice of his best friend snapped the amber eyed boy out of his thoughts, as a specter of some kind crossed his vision, waved at him, and continued along his way. Tagami, who had been cursed to see ghosts of all sorts since he was little, always ended up spacing out to watch these strange people. Because of this, he didn’t have a lot of friends at all, besides Hirahara. Even in high school, the rumors of his childhood behaviors just followed him around. “Oh, I know, it’s one of those ‘ghosts’ that you see, yeah?”

“Shut up,” Tagami sighed, scratching his head. Hirahara squinted hard in the direction Tagami had been looking, but he obviously wouldn’t be able to see the specter. “If you try so hard, your brain will go up in smoke.” Sometimes, he regretted telling his friend that he could see ghosts, but it was nice to have a shared secret between them. Of course, most of the time, it was just Hirahara teasing him.

“It’s no good, they just won’t appear for me,” Hirahara sighed, giving up entirely. “It’s unfair, I want to see them too.” Tagami definitely knew that if Hirahara could see them too, he wouldn’t enjoy it. Sometimes, they were in the most inconvenient places, doing the most inconvenient things.

Like one time, Tagami saw a kid crossing the road during a green light, but when he tried to reach the kid, he ended up going through him. It ended with a car swerving and him getting in trouble for it. Another time, during a test, he had looked up to see a ghost making faces at the teacher, making him nearly choke with laughter. That yielded a visit to the teacher’s office and a very long lecture on disruption. At some point, he just had to ignore anything that was strange, but he really couldn’t help but stare. If this was the sort of thing he was suffering, he couldn’t imagine how Hirahara would handle this.

“Better not,” Tagami decided. “It’s nothing but trouble.” They changed the topic, talking instead about how they were going to have a ridiculous amount of homework this summer break. Hirahara was probably going to waste his summer away, until the very last week before he started cramming. Not Tagami, though. He wouldn’t let himself succumb to such procrastination. If he got everything done the first week, he could sleep the rest of summer away.

As they passed the train station, Tagami witnessed another ghost hovering above the tracks, like she was looking for something. Everything Hirahara said from then on out went in one ear and out the other, until the train came and he nearly jumped at the sight of the ghost going through the train. I’ll never get used to that, he sighed.

They parted at the crossroads, where the one that went up a hill led to Hirahara’s house, while the one on flat ground led to Tagami’s house. When he got home, he was greeted by some sort of ghost cat leaving through the doorway. “…..” At some point, he’d have to ghost-proof the house again. Maybe the talismans weren’t working anymore, so he made a mental note to replace them.

Summer went by as he would expect: homework was boring but simple enough, he spent a good deal of it sleeping, and Hirahara found a cow from somewhere and decided to keep it before it broke down his front door. (It didn’t help that said cow was later returned to the wild but Tagami would then swear he started seeing a ghost version of it going in and out of Hirahara’s house.)

It was some time in the middle of summer that the incident happened. Hirahara and Tagami were crossing a bridge above a highway, when Tagami spotted a little girl standing on the rails. When she noticed Tagami and Hirahara, she waved at them. A confirmation look to Hirahara told Tagami that this was no ghost, as Hirahara was staring in that direction too. Moments later, the girl fell off the rail and off the bridge.

Tagami didn’t even have time to react before he saw a flash of Hirahara’s hair hurrying towards the spot she fell. By the time Tagami was leaning over the rail to see where the girl was, Hirahara was just barely hanging onto the railing, gripping the girl by her hand. He had tried to reach Hirahara’s hand, but his self sacrificing friend instead waiting for the girl to climb up before he went for Tagami’s outstretched hand.

But by then, it was too late. Hirahara’s hand must have gotten tired, or maybe he didn’t have the strength to pull himself up, but when Tagami went to grab his friend, he let go of the railing. The sound of bones breaking still echoed in Tagami’s ears, followed by the sound of a car horn.

A few days later, Tagami was dressed in black, at his friend’s funeral. The physical report had come back: Hirahara died on impact. He had broken his neck on the fall, and severed the brain stem. Tagami couldn’t stop himself from crying; his best friend was nothing but a picture in a black frame now. His family was also distraught, so Tagami felt like he didn’t have a right to feel as bad. He ended up going home early, unable to bare with the heavy atmosphere. He just wanted to sleep forever.

“…I’m home…” he muttered, kicking his shoes off and walking up to his room. Only the door was already open, and the light was on. Did I forget that…? He wondered, swinging open the door.

“OH MAN! Tagami, you should have seen your face!” A familiar taunt came from the bed, and Tagami almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a head of orange hair and a glowing smile. “You were all ‘oh nooo he’s going to fall, and i’m so weak because I have noodle arms!’“ Hirahara was still laughing, half floating above the bed. “Oh, oh, and at my wake? Were you crying? Oh my god!”

“….!” Tagami was at first a little too stunned to say anything back. But behind heavy tears that he felt coming back, he ended up yelling “but what idiot jumps off a rail after a stranger?!”

“Excuse me, I was being heroic!” Hirahara huffed, crossing his arms. “Did you see how cool I was?”

“Oh, yeah, so cool,” Tagami snorted, “you were such a hero lying dead in the middle of the street with your neck bent the wrong way.”

“Before that!” Hirahara groaned. “And I’d rather have this awesome battle scar then to look like your puffy face right now. Gosh, you look like you were hibernating and just crawled out  of a cave, are you seriously still crying?”

“You look like an idiot,” Tagami yelled back. “How did you even get in here?”

“You really need better talismans,” Hirahara chuckled. “These peel right off your wall, no wonder you get haunted all the time.” Then, he hovered over to swing an arm around Tagami’s shoulder. “Now you’re stuck with me, isn’t that great?”

“I’m not even happy to see you anymore,” Tagami sighed, wiping his face of his tears. Even if he said that, though, deep down, he was actually thankful for once that he was able to see ghosts. The next day, though, when he was rudely awaken by Hirahara yelling in his ear, the feeling of regret came back.