#why can’t he look at me like that

[parkerdoeswriting]

I Don’t Wanna Keep Secrets Just to Keep You

(TASM!Peter Parker x GN Reader)

category: fluff with sort of angsty undertones?

summary: reader is dating spiderman for a half a year, they want to see his face.  

warnings: not a lot tbh, breakup themes but that’s it 

word count: 1.3K

A/N: Kinda a part two no one asked for to Walking Back Home, but you don’t gotta read it to understand this

It’s been 6 months since you and Spider-Man had that moment together in the alleyway. He was the most amazing boyfriend ever. From the late night talks on the rooftop of your guy’s “spot”, to him “walking” (swinging) you home from school each day, and him sneaking into your room from the fire escape so you can help him with his injuries.

But you couldn’t help but feel- upset about the whole relationship? You’ve never seen his face, you don’t know anything about him besides the fact he’s your age and he’s a guy, and you can’t even confirm those things! 

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice breaks your pondering, bringing you back to your room. 

You look at the voice, seeing Peter, you remember you invited him over so you guys could study for finals. You smile faintly at your best friend, Peter knows all about you and Spider-Man’s relationship, so you could tell him about it. 

“Just thinking about bug boy” you sigh, resting your face on your knees. 

“What about him?” Peter says, scooching closer. 

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing” you rub your neck, not wanting to tell Peter about your doubts. 

He raises an eyebrow at you not wanting to tell him what you were thinking about. You blush as soon as you realize what he was thinking. 

“No- no! It’s not- those thoughts” you bury your face into your palms, laughing softly. 

“So why don’t you tell me?” he laughs, looking at you. 

“Fine, I’m having- doubts” you confess, biting your lip. 

You can see Peter’s face faintly drop, his eyes widening. 

“Wh-what?!” he exclaims, his mouth agape. 

“It’s not that I don’t love him, I really do, I just don’t know like- anything about him!” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

“I just, I wanna be able to see him without a mask, like a regular boyfriend?” you add, your face contorted with frustration. 

Peter remains silent, he looks kinda- sad?

“Come on, tell me you didn’t grow attached to my boyfriend from my stories” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. 

“No, that’d be crazy” he rolls his eyes playfully at you. 

“So, are we gonna study or not?” you give him your signature smile, grabbing your notes. 

Timeskip two days later..

You were still sitting in your room studying alone, your parents out with friends. You yawn, debating just giving in to sleep. You get up from your bed, heading to your wardrobe to grab your pajamas, shuffling through your drawers. 

Knock knock knock…

You turn, the familiar knocking on the window making you sort of guilty. You were sort of ignoring your boyfriend, your doubts making it hard to face him. You shuffle over to the window, opening it, letting the warm air flow in. 

“Hi babe” Spider-Man says, sliding in and giving you a swift masked kiss. 

You smile faintly, burying your face into his chest, tracing the spider emblem with your fingers. 

“Whatcha doing here?” you whisper softly, taking in his scent just in case you break up with him tonight. 

“Wanted to see you” he mumbles back, rubbing your back. 

You both stay like this for a while, waiting to see who the first to let go is. 

“You staying for the night or are ya heading out?” you pull away, grabbing your pajamas and a pair of emergency pajamas for your boyfriend. 

“Staying” he says, his shoulders dropping as you pull away, taking the pajamas from you. 

You smile faintly at him as you swiftly change into your pajamas, not minding him staring. You walk back to your bed, falling down onto it. He watches you, changing from his suit to the pajamas. You sigh as he joins you, noticing he still hasn’t taken off his mask. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks, falling back in the same manner as you, cuddling your body. 

“Mm, it’s nothing” you rest your hands on his face, picturing what it’d be like to feel his skin. 

He removes your hands from his mask, cupping them inside his hands, bringing them close to his chest. 

“I don’t think it’s nothing” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. 

You suck in a breath, averting your eyes so you don’t have to look at him, your memory flickering back to your conversation with Peter. 

“I just, I wanna be able to see him without a mask, like a regular boyfriend?”

“Hey, please tell me?” he adds, still clutching your hands, bringing you back to the present. 

“Will I ever see your face?” you blurt out, your face heating up more and more by the second. 

I can feel his body tense beside me, his hands clutching a little tighter around mine. I can feel him sigh, pressing his forehead a little harder against mine. 

“I’m just.. scared” he replies sadly. 

“Why would you be scared?” you caress his face as you sit up, looking down at him. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m a loser or something and dump me” he answers, leaning into your touch. 

“I could never, I think I could love you no matter what” you frown, sort of upset that he thinks you're that shallow. 

No one dares to speak next, leaving you in uncomfortable silence for what seemed like ages. 

“Do you want to see?” he whispers so quietly you can barely pick up on it. 

Your eyes widen, your head slowly nodding up and down. He sits up as well, both of your hearts beating with anticipation. 

“Can you uh, look away for a second?” he asks, his voice cracking. 

“Mhm” you turn around, fidgeting with your fingers as you wait. 

Spiderman lifts up his mask and sets it in your lap, causing your heart to flutter. Peter plays with his hair to fluff it back up as he breathes in to calm his nerves. 

“You can look now” he informs you, his heart racing more and more. 

You take your time turning around, you don’t know what or who you expected to be behind the mask. Your eyes subconsciously shut, only opening when you’re sure you’re making direct eye contact with him. 

You let out a soft gasp as you see your best friend sitting there, your eyes and mouth widening. 

“P-Peter?” you reply, your face heating up. 

“H-hi” he responds, his voice sounding ashamed. 

You look at him, disbelief flooding on your face. Memories come back of things you’ve shared about Spiderman to Peter, and you’re surprised you hadn’t put the dots together sooner. 

“I’m sorry” his voice quakes as his eyes brim with tears, his hand clutching onto his pant fabric. 

He starts crying, but you can’t move. Peter, your best friend, your- boyfriend? 

“Peter?” you repeat again, finally snapping from the dazed out state you were in. 

“Yeah..” he wipes his tears, putting on a brave face. 

You can’t help yourself, you should be furious at Peter for not telling you, but you aren’t. How could you be so mad at the boy you love?

You leap forward in bed, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his neck. You can feel his body start to sniffle again, reciprocating the hug. 

“You’re not mad?” he says weakly, his hands clutching you like you’ll fall through his fingers. 

“I’m fucking furious, I love you” you pull back, holding his face in your hands. 

He doesn’t know whether or not to frown or smile, whether or not to pull away or kiss you. 

“I love you Peter, okay? I’ll love you no matter what” you reassure him, pecking his lips.

He smiles faintly against your lips, holding you closer. 

“Thank you for showing me your secret” 

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)

[chawliekin]

and if I said that dennis’ insistence on being the breadwinner/provider despite literally being a pampered princess who dgaf about traditional roles of masculinity in every other regard (aside from ego) is because his mom only stayed with/chose frank for his wealth and dennis is highly aware that he’s difficult to love and unable to show his emotions openly so he has to be contributing something to the relationship materially in order to feel like he’s worth staying for… and mac grew up with parents who were extremely ambivalent to him and eachother so he has to overcompensate by proving his worth at every given moment and seeking praise/validation from people (and religious icons) who will never demonstrate the same amount of dedication to him but he has no idea how else to desperately keep himself close to those he loves other than by eroding himself into something they’ll approve of… dear god they’re both exactly what the other needs — someone who can’t and won’t leave them even if they try — and they don’t even see it…

[little-pondhead]

I have a simple fascination and joy in the thought that, for the Ghost King AU, most of the time Danny is literally so normal compared to other ghosts.

Like, he’s a kid. He looks like a kid. Going by canon appearances, he is the most human looking ghost we see (aside from Ellie). Even Plasmius is more inhuman, which is where all the vampire jokes come from. Every single one of this enemies is off even in a human disguise. They’re not human, and people don’t expect them to be.

So aside from the implications of Danny looking like a child ghost, I wonder what other characters would think if they summon the Ghost King, expecting this huge monstrosity worse than anything they’ve ever seen, and getting a totally normal human-looking kid.

I’d be terrified. Because if horror movies have taught us anything, it’s that the most innocent and normal looking people are the worst monsters you’ve ever seen.

Like, what is he hiding??

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

The thing no one ever considers while writing up character analyses about Merlin is that. he must have been sooooooo sleepy.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

HI ITS ME THE MEAT EMOJI PERSON...!! could you draw dutch and colm together for me theyre my favorite crackship

They are such a “man who craves the validation / worship of people, and is willing to do grand gestures of love to win people over” and “manipulative person who showers people with love before pulling away to leave them wanting more” dynamic. I genuinely love them and I need people to see my vision with them. They are TOXIC Yaoi. Two manipulative men are in a saucy tug of war over… something. Likely power and influence; Money, fame, and the freedom to be unstoppable outlaws.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Imagine a feanorian or a nolofinwean etc traveling back in time to the years of the trees-

And finwe, of all elves, clocks onto something being wrong before anyone else, bc he grew up in a time where it was killed or be killed and he wants to know why his grandkid(s) went from an elf who has never seen a day of strife in their life, to a hardened warrior with ptsd seemingly overnight.

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

everyone hating on dev is sooooo wrong actually that’s my son, it’s not my fault he got the worst father in the world

[twilightcunt]

Scully in season 3 episode 13 pacing around the room while aggressively smoking a cigarette and angrily muttering about Mulder and detective White is everything to me. I know she would be climbing up the walls if she could.

[housecow]

the difference between these two 🥺 both??

funny story though. my roommate is still taking food but my memory is so bad when it comes to things i don’t eat myself (adhd)

when i talk to friends and family about the situation the first thing they ask is, “are you sure you’re not sleep eating?” which is adorable. they wanna believe, even if for a second, that maybe i’m not truly at fault for making myself into such a cow 🥺 i get it bc im getting very fat even with the thievery but at the same time. im literally being gaslit

[alonsoings]

arrow mclaren pookie team

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou

older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.

instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.

“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.

“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”

you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.

and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.

“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.

“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.

“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.

“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.

[bolly--quinn]

The craziest part of the episode to me is the ice cream table exchange about Beth tbh like Morty truthfully believes that Rick would say

“This may as well be our real daughter because she’s just as real as you.”

and

“Put it this way. You’re all basically NPCs. Only Morty and I are real, so your side quests don’t matter. The main quest is us.” (referring to he and Diane exclusively)

And when Diane, rightfully, combats him for his thinking with

“You’re disgusting. You’re talking about our baby girl like she’s theoretical?”

Beth throws in “Welcome to the family.”

Which might be one of the most heartbreaking lines in the whole thing to me because Morty has observed Rick enough to believe that this line of thinking is entirely in character for not only Rick but for the rest of the family too. Like Morty truly believes that Rick doesn’t care about them in anyway and that when faced with this, even Beth would just respond with the belief that this is the norm, at least from Rick anyway. So much so, that he uses an outside character in Diane to call out how insane it is.

Morty believes that Rick only cares about Diane and literally everyone else doesn’t matter and that’s just so sad to me, especially when we have seen otherwise but he can’t be faulted for thinking that when Rick carries that facade with him almost always, and especially to Morty directly.

[polin-erospsyche]

I need a scene where Colin is spending time with the bros celebrating the announcement that Pen is pregnant again and Will or Ben makes a comment about letting Pen breathe before they have even more Bridgerton’s running around and Colin my wife Bridgerton just smirks and is like “have you seen my wife? Actually don’t answer that I do not wish for you to be looking at my wife.”

I just need Colin being annoying about his wife around everyone. 😂

Oh trust me, I have a feeling that we’ll get Colin “my wife” Bridgerton so much next season we’ll be rolling our eyes with the rest of the London good society in the show.

They’re about to become one of the most obnoxious in love couples. So much so that we won’t know what to do with ourselves (mostly because we already don’t know what to do with ourselves).

Personally, after watching Anthony level of unhinged happy married man and soon to be father, I have a headcanon (maybe it’s canon) that all Bridgerton men become slightly unhinged in a whole new way once their season is over and they’re settled down. Colin soft boy lover era is coming, we just had to get through Reputation and the All Too Well 10 min version before getting there.

[sandersontheside]

contrary to what you may think “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from Hercules is not the Disney love song for prinxiety. the titular track from Beauty and the Beast is. not only because the lyrics hit:

“barely even friends/then somebody bends/unexpectedly/just a little change/small to say the least/both a little scared/neither one prepared”

“bittersweet and strange/finding you can change/learning you were wrong”

but also because Virgil is initially perceived by the other sides as a villain, as monstrous, and his arc is all about acceptance both from them and from himself, learning both to love and to be loved. Just like Adam/Beast. and because Roman is Belle coded—head in the clouds and obsessed with stories, craving adventure and desperately looking for something more than this provincial life. you get it.