#your cool wrestling aunt

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

I know I’m older than like 90% of wrestling tumblr but I feel like there’s got to be more people who would appreciate this

Sometimes an idea must be made real in order to finally know peace

[hcsiqs]

Can I make a request where the reader and Caitlin spend the day with their nephews at home

| the right side of my neck

• pairing: caitlin clark x fem!reader

• summary: your sister asks you to babysit at her house so she can go on a date night with her husband, so you and caitlin watch them together

• warnings: nonee

“Go! Go! We got it!” you were pushing your sister out of your house for a much needed date night.

“Just call me if anything happens and I’ll be home right away!” your sister had her feet planted in front of the door.

“Nothings gonna happen! Now go have fun!” you smiled with one final push to get her out of the house. She then continually thanked you as she closed the door and left you and Caitlin to your nephews.

You walked through the hallway of the house, into the open plan kitchen and living room. Your sisters twin sons were sat at the kitchen island eating the pizza Caitlin had pulled out of the oven a couple minutes ago.

“Our friends are gonna be so jealous that Caitlin Clark is our babysitter,” Charlie, the other twin, nudged his brother.

“What? They aren’t gonna be jealous I’m your babysitter?” you dramatically dropped your jaw as you walked beside Caitlin, her hand finding its way to your waist.

“They don’t know who you are Auntie Y/N,” Camden laughed shaking his head at you.

“I mean, I’m The Caitlin Clark’s girlfriend,” you countered, cocking your head to the side with a smile across your lips.

“Mmm that’s true,” Camden tapped his chinned dramatically, “But you aren’t The Caitlin Clark,” he said quoting you. Charlie then immediately joined in agreeing with his brother.

“Whatever, whatever,” you laughed, plopping a piece of pizza down on your paper plate.

“Your Aunt’s pretty cool though,” Caitlin chimed in, her hands resting on your hips while standing behind you.

“Not as cool as you!” Charlie smiled, pointing his finger at the brunette. Caitlin just started laughing, hiding her head in the crook of your neck.

After the two kids finished eating their food you went over to the TV and turned on Back to the Future for them to watch as the both of you cleaned the kitchen up.

You were standing against the sink washing off the tin tray that the pizza had been sitting in. You were looking up every few seconds to make sure the boys weren’t getting into anything. Then Caitlin came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your stomach.

“Hi,” she sweetly said, her head rested on your shoulder.

“Hi baby,” you kissed her hair before focusing on cleaning the pizza cutter.

“They’re so cute,” you could feel her smile against your shoulder.

“Right,” you giggled, your eyes flickering over to the sweet boys on the couch.

You finished cleaning up the dishes, while Caitlin put up all the stuff y’all had gotten out. And once the kitchen was cleaned, the two of you walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Both of your nephews immediately went over to Caitlin and tackled her, loud laughs leaving her lips. She started playing with the both of them as you watched from the other side of the couch. All three of them wrestling, Caitlin ultimately letting them win by dramatically showing they ‘defeated’ her.

“Wow! You guys are so strong!” she laughed pulling them both into a hug. They both then settled down and you put on another random 80s movie once Back to the Future ended.

Through the second movie both the boys fell asleep against Caitlin’s chest and you couldn’t help but look at her with pure adoration.

“We should probably put them in their beds,” you suggested, getting up from your seat on the couch and walking over to Caitlin.

She nodded her head, carefully getting out of the boys embrace. She then picked up Charlie, while you picked Camden up and then you both quietly walked through the hallways to take them to their room.

“I can get him if you want,” she nodded her head to the boy in your arms, but you just brushed her off still holding him.

You both then entered the dark room and tucked them both into their beds. You placed a kiss on Camdens forehead and then walked over to Charlie doing the same, as Caitlin watched from the doorway. You then walked over to Caitlin, who pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you into the air slightly.

“I can’t wait to have a family with you,” she smiled, her dimples deep in her cheeks as she looked down at you.

“I can’t wait either,” you smiled, going on your tiptoes to place a kiss against her lips. “You’re gonna be such a good mom Cait.”

“No that’s gonna be you baby,” her hands ran through your hair before she closed the door behind you both as you stood in the hallway.

Your lips pulled into a bright smile before you turned away to hide your blush. Even after being together for years she still managed to make you feel like a teenager, all giddy every time she smiled at you.

You then grabbed her hands from behind you and dragged her through the hallway. She dropped your hands and pulled you in by her waist, trailing behind you until you guys got back to the couch. She pushed you onto the couch and then flopped on top of you.

Caitlin then placed a soft kiss to your stomach, “I’m so excited to have kids with you,” she beamed before meeting your face and kissing you gently. You just giggled at her and agreed completely.

allie’s corner

ok i kinda went haywire at the end my bad…

[judgementdayslittle]

Wyatt Sicks babysitting little you Headcanons

CW: Split up Judgement Day, Little is on Damian and Rhea's side. Wyatt's are in character

Things had been really stressful ever since Summerslam. Ever since Finn and Dominik broke your heart, Mami and Papi had been doing everything they could to help fix it.

They're still great caregivers, and give you oh so much attention and love! But they're only two people, and they have to wrestle on Monday nights. Not to mention they have to deal with th New Judgement Day.

Whenever they would come up to you, Mami and Papi, they would tell you to run off to hang out with one of your many aunt or uncle figures for a while.

You're just a baby, you shouldn't have to see them fight. You don't deserve anymore stress.

You met the Wyatt's on one of those days. Mami and Papi were fighting with Liv and Finn, and you were looking for someone to hang out with.

That's when you stumbled upon the locker room of the Wyatt Sicks.

Of course you were terrified at first. Epically since they had their masks on.

But the moment they heard your whines, they took their masks off (expect for Nikki, cuz she has makeup on) and Uncle Howdy kneeled down on the floor in front of you.

"It's okay little one, we're not gonna hurt ya." He said in a warm tone of voice. "But what are you going here? You're Ripley and Priest's little, aren't you?"

Once you explain to him what happened and why you're away from them, he welcomed you into the locker room with open arms!

Joe, Erick, Dexter, and Nikki are all nice to you too!

They give you snacks and juice and they tell you all sorts of stories!

You have no idea what they mean, but they sound cool!

If you're comfortable with it, Howdy will let you sit on his lap while you rocks in his rocking chair. Of course if you don't want to, he wouldn't force you.

Nikki is the most fun! She has all kinds of dolls and plays with you.

What you don't know is that while you're distracted with Nikki, the other members are plotting against the New Judgement Day for hurting such a sweet little thing like yourself.

Uncle Howdy even lets you hold onto the lantern. You're very careful with it, he told you it belonged to someone very special to him.

Once Mami and Papi find you, they're a bit freaked out to see you with the Wyatt's.

But you and Howdy make it clear that nothing bad happened and that you had a really fun time!

Before you go, Howdy makes it clear to Mami and Papi that if they do anything to hurt you, he wouldn't hesitat to get revenge on your behave.

Of course that'll never happen though. Papi and Mami love you too much to ever even think about hurting you!

You're allowed to hang out with the Wyatt's after that. Though Mami and Papi tend to try to stay close by. Just in case.

[icycoldninja]

Hello!! Can I request for a platonic one for the Sparda bros with Nero and V? Like what if the twin have a younger sister who got most of their mom’s features, but still as strong as them. She’s kinda like Nero, stubborn, reckless, but has a big heart and like the twin she got an obsession with video games

Please n thank u 🙏

Yes, of course! Enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Reader platonic headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is reminded of you guys' mom every time he looks at you. You're basically a younger clone of Eva, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, because as much as he loves his mother, he is reminded of everything that happened when he looks at you.

-Dante trained you to be as strong as he is, (Vergil helped too) and is glad you turned out to be a badass devil hunter just like the rest of your family.

-Dante loves you, as any big brother does, but, being your sibling, he is obligated to argue with you at least twice a day.

-Will steal your food when you're not looking, especially if it's pizza.

-Sometimes your arguments turn into full on wrestling competitions where the victor usually isn't clear for several hours.

-However, Dante will always be around to play games with you when you want him to.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is that overprotective older brother that scares away all your friends and potential dates cause he doesn't trust them.

-He takes very good care of you because you remind him of his mother, whom he failed to protect. He'll make up for it now by protecting you.

-He'll train you to be a swordswoman who is at least half as good as he is so if you're ever in danger and he's not around to help, you can defend yourself.

-You are the only person who can get between him and Dante and stop a fight without getting injured or called deadweight in the process.

-Still, as siblings are inclined to do, you guys still fight a lot, usually over menial things. For instance, Vergil will insist you misplaced his copy of William Blake, you'll deny it, an argument starts, Vergil rises from his seat in anger, discovers he was sitting on it the entire time, and sits back down sulkily as you give him the silent treatment. About an hour later you'll be back on speaking terms.

-Doesn't know how to play video games because he's your boomer bro, but he won't object to being taught.

□ Nero □

-Nero finds you to be the cool aunt, though you're really more like his best friend since you have less of an age gap.

-Plays video games with you all day, every day, whenever you want.

-Is amazed that you have the power to stop an argument or fight between Dante and Vergil and that they actually listen to you.

-It must be because you look like their mom, Nero reasons, and he's right. Also, the fact that you look almost like a carbon copy of Eva means that Nero gets a chance to bond with his grandma and aunt at the same time.

-Loves to spar with you to test your strength and see how well Dante and Vergil trained you.

-Is really more fond of you than he is of his own dad.

● V ●

-V, being the human half of Vergil, knew who you were and had some level of familiarity towards you, but carried none of the brotherly love Vergil had.

-Because the memories he gained from Vergil are somewhat fuzzy, he mistook you as Eva herself when he first saw you and had to do a double take. Then when he saw you and Trish standing side by side, he thought the two of you were twin sisters.

-Does not know what video games are as he's only ever read poetry, but with your guidance, he might learn...someday...when he finally understands that the controller is not magic and that the TV is not a window to another universe...

-Is very glad you're as strong as the Sparda twins because his condition warrants a bodyguard, ashamed as he is to admit it. You, the younger sibling, must now protect her older brother's human half because said human half is trying to protect you.

-V cares for you, and even though he doesn't see you as his sister, he does see you as a very dear friend.

-He will divulge Vergil's secrets to you, and also spill the beans on how this MOTIVATED man feels about his baby sister so you can use it to tease him later.

[mjfass]

Wrestling legends are like the relatives over for the holiday

Hogan and Flair are the racist and creepy grandparents you do everything to avoid

Jerry Lawler is the creepy uncle not allowed near the kids

Rock is the annoying obnoxious aunt who lies about everything and forces his brand of coleslaw down your throat

Stone Cold is the cool uncle everyone is always happy to see

Mick Foley is like the warm and cuddly Santa Claus of the family

Trish, Lita and Mickey James are the cool wine aunts that always serve

Undertaker and Kane are like those uncles you thought were cool when you were little—until you grew up and realized they're actually terrible people

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

I actually came to tumblr to post this for a project I am doing, but I thought whilst I am here I might as well discuss 'Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man'.

I am judging purely off the trailer so who knows maybe the show will be decent, but then a trailer is supposed to entice you into watching. Regardless, I highly doubt I am going to give it a chance if for no other reason than Disney has already done a bad job with Spider-Man at least twice before since 2012.*

Like, I honestly do not think the fandom fully appreciates how MUCH of a travesty Ultimate Spider-man (2012) was. I remember speaking a lot about it when it was on air so I won't go into full details. The gist of it is that it utterly sold out fundamentally on everything that defined Spider-Man as a character. For the show to do that on Spider-Man's 50th anniversary and act as a promotional vehicle for the MCU basically was salt in the wound; other than Spectacular Spider-Man (2008) dying so that piece of shit could exist.

Spider-Man (2017) was comparatively less bad but still VERY bad, marinated in Slott slop as it was with ugly character designs and awful animation to boot. Say what you want about the animation of the 1994 cartoon, but there were times they really pulled it off and unlike the 2017 cartoon, they didn't have Daddy Disney funding them.

And now this, which is essentially warmed up left overs from Spider-Man: Homecoming, which may have been a good movie, but was absolutely a horrific adaptation of Spider-Man as a character. Once more selling out the principles of the character Lee and Ditko imbibed him with. Which isn't a surprise. Marvel as an institution haven't understood Spider-Man for maybe 25-30 years now, even if sporadic individual writers have.

The costume looks ugly, and now even in a way that is maybe fun, like you could see how it might yet evolve into the classic Spider-Man outfit the way you could with the Raimi wrestling outfit or even the Homecoming outfit.

We have Norman Osborn making Spider-Man's suit for him because God forbid we do a modern Spider-Man origin where he does that himself.

We got the Future Foundation suit, which granted, looks cool but is divorced from the FF storyline where it had any meaning.

We have Peter maybe being a streamer, which if that happens it is a pathetic Boomer approach to modernising him being a photographer.

We got ugly looking animation that is honestly worse looking than the 2003 MTV cartoon by Mainframe Entertainment.

We got cringe modern dialogue.

We have Peter calling his aunt 'May', rather than Aunt May. Which is disrespectful and gross to me, but also plain weird. Miles Morales is out here saying 'Uncle Aaron' but Peter Parker isn't saying 'Aunt May' anymore? It isn't a modernisation thing, it is again a biproduct of this being leftovers from Homecoming, where they intentionally (and grossly) framed Aunt May more as a big sister.

And we have, honestly the biggest problem for me, which is the voice of Peter Parker. Four. Disney legit miscast Peter Parker's voice four times in a row! I will give them a pass for Spidey and his Amazing Friends, but even them we have still done a trilogy. There are no end of examples in cartoons and video games of people doing a good Peter Parker vocal performance. If you didn't want to just hire any of them then at least use them as a starting point for the type of voice you are looking for. This guy at best sounds generic.

And as for the race swapping, it is eye-rolling because of who specifically they chose to swap out and the obvious hair-related reasons as to why. On a slight tangent, in some early reprints of the Ditko comic books Norman, back when he was an unnamed background character, was recoloured to be black by mistake. So technically this has comic book precedence.

*I haven't seen Spidey and his Amazing Friends.

[annahxredaxted]

Diving into the Sam’s And sweetheart! Siblings Headcannon:3

If you follow me- you probably know that this is in fact my favorite headcannon- so here are some headcannons of the headcannon:)))

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•••

Okay so sam ran away from home- that’s been established.

When he ran away sweetheart was awake- getting water or something, and they caught him. He was sad he had to leave them, but he couldn’t stand their parents.

He’s carried the guilt of leaving them with their parents for 20(ish?) years. They were only a little kid

When Sam left, because of the way his parents/family treated him he realized what would happen to sweetheart if they were there by themselves.

The guilt overwhelmed him but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Present day sam got invited to a pack meeting by tank and he gladly came with them.

When he got there he could have sworn he recognized someone but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Sweetheart saw him and panicked. It had to be a coincidence.

When tank introduced Sam to Milo or whatever sweetheart just stood there, shocked and avoiding eye contact.

They felt like crying. And they almost did before sam asked if they were okay.

“You look a little nauseous..?” Is how he put it.

They mumbled his name trying to recount memories.

His eyes flew open when he realized where/when he remembered them from.

They hugged him and forgave him, said they were never mad at him.

They both cried by the way.

Tank and Milo kinda stood of to the side, confused but happy for their partners.

Sam apologized over and over again and sweetheart threatened to beat him up if he kept saying that.

After a while of them bonding and crap they had long talks on Sam’s porch.

Sipping tea and talking about Sam’s past, what’s going on with sweetheart, Alexis, the shade, Quinn, ect.

Sometimes something will happens and Sam/sweetheart will be like

“That reminds me of when my elementary school teacher threw a ruler At Sam for forging my dads signature.” Or some shit like that; that literally no one else would get.

They frequently get together and hang out.

Sam at first was skeptic that sweetheart dated milo- but now sam and milo are really close

When sam said “you celebrating over there or inspecting their tonsils?” THATS SUCH A BROTHER THING TO SAY

Like teasing your little siblings about kissing and dating and such reminds me so much of Sam!

Milo and sam are great brother in-laws

Because even if I don’t think they are-milo and tank act like siblings and pack=family ect

Sam and sweetheart wrestle all the time

•••

BONUS

• if either of them had kids, they are each others designated babysitters and godparents.

Sweetheart is the cool aunt/uncle they give them the things Sam said no to.

Sam will read his niece/nephew books to go to sleep, like adventures of Tom Sawyer or huckleberry Finn,

but his favorite to read is Oliver Quinn because he likes to do a British accent when Oliver asks for more.

Sweetheart takes their niece/nephew to get deli sandwiches and talk about school.

[purplesurveys]

1926

When did you last drink coffee?  I haven't had any today yet but I am going to my uncle's later for a bit of a coffee-tasting session, so that'll be fun.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing.  Two Thursdays ago. It was just one stressful situation after another at work, and while that was happening on its own it was also a day where I seemed to be everywhere doing everything but also nothing seemed to get done / I was only meet with criticisms. At the end of the day when it was just myself and Dev left in the office I finally put my hands to my face and cried.

What was the last beach you visited and when?  The last beach I was in the ~general vicinity of was My Khe in Vietnam but I didn't venture any nearer. The weather was horrible when we went and I knew it was going to 100% ruin my mood if I walked under the sun for anything longer than 5 minutes.

What book do you plan to read next?  I'm reading three books at the same time because all excite me so much I take turns among them hahaha -- they're all books that house a collection of history essays, which explains why I can easily switch from one to another.

For anyone curious, the books are:

Tikim by Doreen Fernandez

One of the Looking Back books by Ambeth Ocampo

Cabinet of Curiosities by Ambeth Ocampo

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself?  Monica Geller except for the fact that I can't cook.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of.  Coffee cake, pizza, eggs, a bunch of condiments I don't feel like enumerating one by one because There Is A Lot, butter, cheese, some veggies, whipped cream, pitchers of iced tea and water, a carton of almond milk for me, a handful of tumblers, the dogs' food. I'm sure I'm missing a few others but this should give a good picture.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be?  Monet.

Do you smell anything in particular right now? The ocean scent my reed diffuser is supposed to be, well, diffusing.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse]  Assuming this means living alone comfortably: Live within the threshold of acceptability, yes. Live comfortably, probably not.

What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing!  I like the dimple that shows up when I smile.

What would you like to tell your father?  I'm tired again and I wish I can find the strength to leave. But I'll try to be better soon and hopefully you'll be even more proud of me then.

What would you like to tell your mother? You make good arancini and I wish you could make it again hehe.

Whose was the last wedding you went to? I haven't been to a wedding since '07, for an aunt and uncle lol.

What is your greatest fear?  Losing a loved one. I don't do well with grief.

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? Scoliosis.

What was your college major? If applicable.  Journalism.

What new place have you been to recently?  I went to this membership club thingy in Makati for an event.

What are you a geek about?  Wrestling history.

What is something you have no patience for?  Crying babies, screaming toddlers, and disrespectful kids.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? Kate Winslet just because I'd know it'd feel normal and not pressuring at all and that she'd be in Cool Mom mode the whole time lol.

Are you happy with your weight?  Yes. My mom called me fat the other night and while it personally stung knowing what Filipinos mean when they use the word fat (i.e. they purposely want to make you feel degraded. Gen X and Boomer Filipinos are really strange in that regard), I realize in the grand scheme of things I really shouldn't care. I'm like a hundred pounds flat and my arms are just no longer bones lmao. Where I am now is so much better than before when I literally looked 16.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose?  I don't know. I think my cousin Cholo when he was a few weeks old? This was in 2007.

How many cats do you have?  One on earth, Max; two in pet heaven, Arlee and Miki.

How many dogs do you have?  Two on earth, Cooper and Agi; one in pet heaven, Kimi.

How many other pets do you have? We just have the three now.

How old were you when you got your driver’s license?  18.

What year did you graduate high school?  2016.

What is the first number of your zip code?  Nope.

How many of your grandparents are still alive?  Three.

What is your favorite number?  7.

How many kids do you want?  Zero.

How many apartments have you lived in?  Zero.

What age do people say you look?  I don't usually get a number per se but people are just generally surprised and say they didn't expect me to look so young.

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are?  I know my sister does. I'm elusive to everyone else because I know they have the potential to get all judgy.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are?  Yes.

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had?  I've never been to the same doctor more than once, apart from my dentist.

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger?  I don't think so.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook?  Probably, but absolutely nowhere near as many as on Twitter.

Do you consider yourself spiritual?  No.

Do you consider yourself religious?  No.

Are you afraid of spiders?  Little bit, yeah.

Are you afraid of snakes?  If they're venomous.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation?  I don't even know mine.

What is one thing you find offensive?  I'm extremely sensitive about Southeast Asian racism because there's so fucking much of it as it is, even from fellow Asians.

Do you often post about politics on social media?  I do if I have to.

Would you ever want to go back to school?  I'd love to take a course simply for leisure learning, but because they all require theses and all I don't really plan on pursuing further studies haha.

What are three things you are naturally good at?  Writing, table tennis, small talk but only if the person can small talk back. I do not bother if they only give one-word answers lol.

What are three things you are NOT naturally good at?  Cooking, sewing, drawing.

Is your dream to get married and have kids?  No and no.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering?  Above the shower door.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?  I wish boy-me could pull off Jungkook's bob cut. That man's babygirl era felt like a fever dream and I was so bummed when it ended :')

Last person you hugged?  Maybe Angela?

How is the weather right now?  31C.

Are you missing someone?  My dad, but that's a constant feeling.

What is the wallpaper on your cell phone?  Namjoon's my lockscreen and the whole gang of 7 is my home screen.

What do you have handy at your bedside?  Katinko, a notepad, a few pens.

What is your dad's middle name? Nope.

What is your mom's middle name?  Nopes.

First thing you'll save in a fire?  Phone in pocket then rush to get all the animals.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then send it to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. 💝

1. Going to church, I love just being with people who care especially my adoptive aunt

2. My friends, they’re some of the best people ever and I often question how I got them

3. Cooking, I find the process fun and just really enjoy the making something yourself and eating it

4. Wrestling, it’s been apart of my life for literally like longer than it’s not been

5. Editing, I just find it so cool even if I’m not always happy with the end product and even if it’s really tedious

[energy-healing-with-jen]

LEARN TODAY: Breaking the Anxiety Cycle: Real Stories, Real Solutions

Picture this: you’ve just sat down to watch your favorite show, snack in hand, and suddenly that tight, jittery feeling creeps in. Yup—anxiety’s back, and it’s seriously ruining your binge session. Before you press pause and panic, know this: you’re not alone. Everyone from that coworker who always seems cool as a cucumber to your quirky aunt who never leaves home without a tiny cactus (don’t ask) has wrestled with anxious thoughts.

Meet the Warriors:

Ava, the Over-Thinker: Once, she lost sleep comparing her career path to an internet-famous alpaca farmer (again, don’t ask). Her solution? Journaling five minutes every morning to turn that mental whirlwind into a well-organized to-do list.

Jamal, the Nighttime Worrier: After years of 3 a.m. freak-outs over imaginary bills he forgot to pay, Jamal tried yoga. Two weeks of low-key stretches later, he’s sleeping better than a baby sloth—zero concerns, just chill vibes.

Mia, the “What-If” Master: Whenever Mia’s brain pops open the “What if?” box (What if I trip in front of my boss?), she counters with positive self-talk. Think of it like you’re the star of a super-cool superhero movie: would your epic alter-ego fear a silly slip-up? Nah, they’d laugh it off and keep saving the day.

Game-Changing Solutions:

Breathe Like a Pro: Inhale for four counts, hold for four, exhale for four—boom, instant calm.

Walk It Off: A five-minute dance party or a walk around the block can zap anxiety’s power in seconds.

Buddy System: Ever try talking it out with a friend—or even your dog? Anxiety hates when you share its secrets out loud.

Tiny Rewards: Treat yourself to something you love after a stressful moment. Nothing says “Nice try, anxiety!” like a chocolate chip cookie or a new playlist.

You’ve Got This:

So the next time anxiety tries to muscle into your chill zone, remember: even the greatest minds (and alpaca farmers, presumably) feel the pinch. With a few clever strategies, a dash of humor, and a willingness to experiment, you’ll find a system that works for you. Anxiety’s just a guest—politely (or sassily) show it the door and get back to enjoying your show, snack included.

[seethesunny]

ANDYYYYY I'M STILL NOT OVER THIS AND I WILL PROBABLY NEVER BE COOL ABOUT IT, WHY ARE YOU SUPPORTING THIS LEVEL OF DELUSIONALISM 😭 I swear I have sitting around this idea™️ of them being twin sisters somewhere in the docs so this fits right there!

This is absolutely lovely and it made my entire year so I had to write a little blurb about it:

The hot and sweet lemon tea rested in the kitchen (they were trying to be responsible about their intake of coffee), the warm sunlight entered through the windows with the curtains pulled aside like sunflowers swaying in the breeze, and gentle noise came from the next room; the radio turned on blasting a 80s rock song bouncing around the walls, only rivaled by happy giggles and a loud chuckle.

Joel entertained Sarah with the softest green dinosaur plush—a gift from their aunt—as she beamed at him, running a hand over her little head, a small mustard hat covering the blond strands of hair. She was already ready for the day and ready for a walk around their neighborhood, eager to see the world and just happy to be there, adhered to her parents.

He stole a look at his watch, furrowed his brow and blew out a breath while Sarah sniffled, squealed and pulled at the straps of the carrier, the one with a faint butterfly on the back, the one they had happily bought getting ready for their girls' arrival.

"You think they're okay up there, little lady?" He asked the baby, with wide blue eyes blinking at him, Joel tickled her chin, pulling another set on giggles off her. "C'mon, best to check on your mama and sister - gotta be causing a mess."

Carefully, he walked upstairs as Sarah chewed on her fist eagerly, kicking her little feet. Joel was on cloud nine, their daughters everything he could ever ask for, and more, the reason why waking up in the morning was worth it. Those toothless, wide smiles sure were charming.

The voice of Tess was audible even in the hallway, and Joel pushed the canary yellow door of the nursery with his forearm, standing still at the sight of them: Ellie fighting and squirming with her face scrunched as Tess struggled to hold her, shoulders tense and chiding her.

"Ellie- hey hon- hold on, calm down." She huffed then sighed indignantly; though Ellie was mostly a mama's girl and favored Tess, she was as stubborn as a baby of few months could, and she could put on a fight if she felt like it. And, well, it wasn't as if she had dealt with someone so alike to herself.

Joel couldn't help but snort, knocking on the door belated while Sarah attempted to watch what was the commotion, recognizing her mama and sister nearby her. She was attentive, and she was as curious as she was whiny but overall calm and easy to wrestle.

Ellie, though, she got the thundering temper of her mama, and he often joked about how it was some sort of cosmic karma. Comic karma? You think that's funny? Tess reproached as she changed Ellie's diaper one night, Joel at her side. And he'd laughed so hard he couldn't correct her, being slapped on the chest next. She got a sense of humor that thrived when she was oblivious to it.

"What's goin' on Tessa? Little monster woke up angry?" Joel spoke softly as he shortened the distance between them, patting Sarah’s bottom reassuringly, the baby nuzzling on his chest. "Sarah was gettin' bored downstairs."

Tess startled, glaring at him in a mix of confusion and stress, her grip on Ellie's little body not wavering regardless. "Joel, what the fu...?!"

Joel tilted his head, pointed at the small girls respectively, "Hold on your horses - what about little ears? You know where the swear jar is." He jabbed at her gently, laughing at the roll of eyes that glinted golden in the daylight.

Tess's arms shifted to cradle Ellie closer. Why was she so fussy? They both wondered, whining but not crying, simply being loud and demanding. "Jesus girl. You sure got lungs."

Her gaze drifted from Joel to Sarah and back to Ellie, rocking her slightly, even putting her deep blue onesie smattered with planets on had been a feat on its own. She was amused at how damn quickly Joel took their other baby and just how fast he was at getting her ready; then again, he had a knack for kids that had shocked her the first time, and Sarah was rather a peaceful baby on most days, she reasoned. No wonder they got ready on record time. She looked down at her own clothes and suddenly felt underdressed, as if that could be possible by going out and in their friendly Boston area nonetheless.

Ellie held tight on her shirt, thumb in her mouth, brows pulled together. Oh yes, she had the most serious frown ever.

"I dunno get how you do it, honestly." She murmured to Joel, smirking at Sarah who played with the dinosaur loudly, her daddy making sure she didn't toss it on the ground. "You make it look so easy, even after all these months."

Joel shuffled as close as he could to kiss her temple with enough force to convey all the thoughts and feelings that bubbled and bloomed like flowers in spring, staring down at Ellie who had become less irritated now and was settling down into the lovely embrace of Tess. The thing was that she loved them enough to deal with whatever motherhood threw at her. How couldn't Joel feel utterly proud of his fiancé? She was strong in ways that sometimes seemed invisible and, truthfully, he was whipped for her for that strong attitude. She never gave up.

If infatuation could be described, he would name it in call of their names.

"It ain't the case, darlin'. Just a side effect of growin' up." Joel stated, remembering the squishy form of the girls fitting in both arms, pink and tiny, and the exhausted aspect of Tess, drifting off after bringing them into the world. She'd already done enough. "You oughta worry when they're hittin' puberty. Now, they barely even know their names."

She laughed, the tone as sweet as the cherry pie she craved in the fall, tickling Ellie who was now as content as Sarah, flailing her arms around, the smatter of freckles crumpled in her chubby cheeks around her gummy smile. "Hm, maybe. Think you're ready for your other clothes, Ellie?"

Kissing his cheek, then Sarah's until she blew raspberries and left her ecstatic kicking the plush on Joel's chest, Tess pointed at the door with her head. "We'll be downstairs in a moment."

Joel waved Sarah's hand, watching with overwhelming love as Tess nuzzled Ellie's temple and whispered something; blissful, she would ponder what she did to deserve it, the answer would be the same. You didn't need to do anything, and that's true to me.

Downstairs, the radio host changed songs from The Cure to Bowie, and Joel poured the tea in his usual mug, telling Sarah all about his Texan memories miles and years ago.

Happy birthday Vane! @seethesunny

To the one of the most talented people out there! I'm so thankful these two brought us together. You're the best and you deserve all the happiness in this world 🥳 ILY 💕

[eviltiddyproductions]

Crash Course in Romance : Episode 1

I think I saw a lot of cute gifs of this on tumblr a few months back so let’s goooo

5 seconds in and warning : suicide omg ??!

STUDIO DRAGON !!!? 🤨🤨🤨

oh wow this is such a cute title card

your GPS tells you that students are being picked up by their parents ?

oh no what is this tone shift

the cute second romance lady from Secretary Kim !!!

TIL Korea is called the Land of Morning Calm

I am actually so brave for watching a show that centers Maths in some manner like y’all don’t know how terrified I am of this subject

and that’s on a somewhat first kiss

also this is why I’m terrified of scooties like babe I’d fall so fucking fast 😭✋

equations flying around me is my biggest nightmare but go off maths teacher

the director’s assistant looks super cute

oh he’s the teacher’s assistant. super cute regardless

‘hate unpaid overtime’ amen to that

‘can you repeat it three more times so I’m not anxious LMAO’ he’s me !!!

I feel like the other man should keep going regardless awww 😭 it’s okay ! our man is just super fast

the show is so beautiful to look at. like the colours are bringing me so much comfort even though the school stress is bringing back #weird memories

does he like her 🥰🥰🥰

ahhh the blue sky, the clouds, the bright green I could eat my screen. so beautiful 😭

the guy reminds me a little bit of Win Metawin

they just travelled around in a bus for 30 minutes? ME AND WHO

folding clothes without being asked, she’s already the daughter my parents dreamed of 💀

every scene, every sound, every movement up until now has been so pleasing to watch.

the lady wrestling coach from Bok Joo!!!

if I took a shot everytime this teacher took his name my liver would’ve left the planet

now who was that he just imagined

oh that attorney lady is mini Win’s mom

lady this is a mock exam please relax 💀

classical music?

I LOVE THIS SHOP LADY ALREADY

these automatic lights might be effective but they scare the shit out of me

oh my god that girl scared me

dragged her out of his house with a school bag as if she was a cub and he’s a lioness

is the shop lady’s daughter about to get this girl’s spot

oh no, oh no he’s gone…. i knew someone would be taking pictures

does he have an iPhone? 🤨 Always feels illegal to see them in kdramas

oh no it's starting

his jacket's pretty cool. note to oneself : even if your life is about to take a BIG TUMBLE, wear a cute jacket

it's giving Crazy Rich Asians intro like woah is it that big a deal!??? but tbh micro communities always are 😭 I've heard gardening and fishing/fish keeping communities can be brutal

damn my man's in the hospital with an IV drip. (#LAinfluencerEra 💀)

no no no, my little brother is innocent, he just likes the tiger 😭

get your phone back handball lady!!!

he's doing maths as he runs 😵💫

the jacket is super cool tbh, even has a tail that goes through your neck

damn that's how you get scores in Korea? mine would literally get tear up or get lost by accident (it's just a small strip of paper)

she's just being a teen, it's okay handball lady ❤️❤️❤️

let me run it back though I'm confused who left who

lmao the other lady who works at the store is so real. she's just like me, clocked how cute the teacher's assistant it. 😂

I adore this assistant omg he nags as much as I do. He's being real though, this man has to eat 💀

Teacher: I'll eat it later !!!

Our Assistant: '*smiles smally* eat it now 😊

My god her mom deadass abandoned her at the shop i like ??? i thought she left her when she was a baby

look who you ran into in the park. your real mom!!! (Kinda she's her aunt)

I love how she says anyway

correct! you need to eat to survive 💚💚

he can finally eat !!! thanks to our banchan girlie and his assistant

this show was such a fresh breath of air omg I didn't even notice an hour passing?!!! 💀✋

[tittletattles]

broke: shipping sumireko with the adult characters

woke: everyone has collectively adopted sumireko 

[purplesurveys]

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So, how's adulting treating you in the 2020s? Are you smashing those expectations, or do you just wanna Netflix and chill all day? I did way better than the expectations I set for myself. First of all – I'm 26 and I'm still alive. I never thought I would make it past 21. That's an empowering realization to have.

I've been promoted every single year since first getting employed in 2020; I hold a title at work I never thought I would ever be qualified for, and reached it at 25. I got over my biggest source of grief and used it to reach the happiest I've ever been. I have a much, MUCH smaller group of friends now, but in them I've found my ride-or-dies. I've learned to embrace being single because it means I get to be the cool rich aunt and spend my money on whatever food or hobby on the weekends. I've stopped comparing myself to other people and it has brought me peace like nothing I've ever felt. I think I'm doing pretty great.

Remember all the fads and trends from the 2010s? Which one makes you cringe the most when looking back now? The Coachella indie girl look with the muscle tees, denim shorts, rompers etc sort of look looked super cute and cool back then, but with trends changing and all it also feels ever so slightly cringe now. Cringe in an endearing way more than anything, but still.

Idk, I don't really find a lot of things from that time embarrassing now. I was in high school then, so I took part or consumed most of those trends and I'll always look back on them fondly.

In the 2020s, are you living the glamorous life you thought all adults had in the 2010s, or is it more like trying to keep houseplants alive and failing miserably? No. Adults are also just figuring out themselves, and that's okay. I don't think that will ever stop.

Tell us about a moment in the 2010s when you thought you were the coolest kid on the block, but looking back, you were just as awkward as the rest of us. Making my relationship my entire personality.

So, do you adult better with a fancy planner and color-coded schedules, or are you just winging it with Post-it notes and sheer luck? I take it day by day. I do and decide whatever I feel like doing and deciding at the moment.

In the 2020s, have you finally mastered the art of adulting, or do you still have an impressive collection of takeout menus and not a clue about cooking? Oh if you mean like chores, I'm pretty behind lol. It's part of why I plan to move to BGC – everything has a service there. I think being as far away from home as possible would also help straighten me up and force me to fend for myself, and I need that.

Looking back on the 2010s, what was the cringiest song you couldn't stop listening to on your iPod, and did you ever dare to sing it in public? AJ Lee's theme is forever a bop within the wrestling world but I wouldn't ever play it to my friends or sing it out loud haha. It's so endearingly niche.

Are you living the dream of having a fabulous wardrobe that puts fashion bloggers to shame, or is your closet a chaotic mix of hand-me-downs and sale-rack finds? It's chaotic in a sense that my style changes from day to day.

Do you miss the simpler times of the 2010s when social media was all about posting selfies, or are you loving the meme culture that dominates the 2020s? The memes get more hilarious as time passes, and those I have no problem with. It's the peace, the non-conflict, the everyone's-just-here-to-fuck-around vibes on social media. Twitter is a world away from what it used to be.

Tell us your most epic "adulting fail" moment that made you wish you could just teleport back to your carefree teenage years. It's not really one specific moment, but I've regretted corporate-slaving my life away. Especially in my earlier work years where I was very career-driven, missing out on family lunches or the chances to go out with friends...it's those moments that make me long for my younger years when I studied during the day but still had time to hang out with my college friends and my girlfriend at the time. In any case, turning 25 turned on a switch in me and I have been prioritizing my life over work ever since, so that's a nice learning, I guess.

How do you balance being a responsible adult in the 2020s and still secretly longing for the reckless fun you had in the 2010s? Eh, I don't really need to? I don't actively miss my time in the 2010s. It was fun while it lasted, but we're here now and I'm going to focus on what makes me happy now.

Confess your most significant guilty pleasure from the 2010s that you can't believe you indulged in. No judgment here! 1D fanfiction maybe lol? I wasn't in deep like most fans and I don't understand most references still getting thrown today, but I did read a couple.

Do you have a "best worst" purchase from the 2010s that you still can't believe you spent money on? Can it just be the worst haha? Probably just all the gas I spent for my ex, driving her everywhere – to dates, to her house, to her dorm.

In the 2020s, have you upgraded your hangover-curing skills from greasy fast food to some sophisticated avocado toast? Nah I will still look for greasy stuff.

What's your go-to dance move when you hit the dance floor in the 2020s, and did it come from an embarrassing attempt in the 2010s? I don't dance.

How do you cope with adulting burnout in the 2020s, and does it involve a secret stash of chocolate or a Netflix binge? I find a lowkey coffee shop tucked away in the middle of nowhere, turn on DND on my phone, and read.

Share the most hilariously awkward Zoom moment you had during the great pandemic of the 2020s. I've never had an awkward on-cam moment, fortunately.

Looking back on the 2010s, what was the weirdest internet challenge you participated in, and did you regret it immediately? I wouldn't call it weird but my sophomore (or was it freshman?) class did the Harlem Shake challenge on the last day of school. I wouldn't call it cringe or be embarrassed by it though. It's cute to think about now.

Have you finally embraced the fact that you're an adult, or do you still find yourself wishing you had Hermione Granger's time-turner to go back to simpler times? I miss the freedom in youth, but I prefer to focus on the now because as much as I long for it, it'll never come back.

So, did you ever jump on the "juice cleanse" bandwagon in the 2010s, and did you last more than a day before devouring a pizza? No I was like 15 and weighed 90 lbs lol.

How do you handle those moments in the 2020s when you feel like you're just a kid pretending to be an adult? Cry it out if I need to, but trudge along anyway and hope that I learn something from the whatever it is I need to do.

In the 2010s, what was your worst fashion faux pas that you wish had never seen the light of day? Statement shirts.

Are you now the queen or king of adulting, doling out life advice like Oprah, or are you still secretly calling your mom for help with laundry? I have no shame asking my parents for help. They won't be around forever, so I like having them around as much as I can.

Looking ahead to the rest of the 2020s, what are your hopes and dreams for your adulting journey, and how will you embrace the chaos with a sense of humor? I would just love to be able to travel the world. And be the aunt that sneaks my nieces/nephews out for ice cream or pizza after school.

[acciopietro]

i’m sorry this is kinda lengthy but basically peter is a huge simp for reader but he’s scared to put her in danger bc he’s spider-man but some villains find out he likes reader anyway so they attack her but he’s nearby and rushed to help her only to see that her take them out and finds out that’s she’s an underground hero so he confronts her later and it’s super fluffy and cute

silk - p.p.

pairing: th! peter parker x fem! reader

summary: in which peter’s school crush is not what she seems.

word count: 5,030

tw: mentions of abusive relationships and violence.

a/n: i hope you don’t mind i changed up the plot just a little bit!! same idea basically but just slightly different. im in a bit of a writing slump so i hope you dont mind i used ur request to try and get my creative thinking back up and running LOL. i never know what to do when making reader a superhero so i just made Y/N like silk from the comics. if you don’t know who she is, google her! she’s awesome! thanks for the request <3 BTW this is not edited bc im lazy

PETER LIKED TO THINK HE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP. He was an Avenger, for gods sake; if he could fight someone like Thanos, then he could accurately gage when it was time to take a step back and admit that not all battles could be won. Even if he was willing to fight until his last breath.

He had liked Y/N for a while. Longer than he’d ever admit to anyone else, even Aunt May or Ned. Since before he became Spider-Man, she had caught his eye, but Peter had always been a bit too nervous to approach her. He had gotten lucky when his schedule lined up with hers for his Junior year, having five out of his seven classes with her. The only issue, however, was her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend was no match for Peter. Peter might be Spider-Man undercover, but in the daylight of his high school career, he was... kind of a loser. Y/N’s boyfriend, James, was six-foot-three and Captain of the wrestling team, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Peter, on the other hand, was a measly five-foot-nine and often compared himself to looking like a toddler. Aunt May said otherwise, but that didn’t change anything.

“Hey, Pete,” she smiled at him, the apples of her cheeks round as she slid into the seat in front of him. She was the only one who called her ‘Pete,’ with the exception of Aunt May. Having so many shared classes had brought forth the closest thing he could get to being hers: an in-school friendship.

“Hi,” he pursed his lips into a smile, lifting a hand up in a meek wave. Fiddling with his pencil where it hovered above his graph paper, he eyed her and said, “I, uh— I like your shoes.”

“Oh, really?” she glanced down at the black-and-white skate shoes. “I was iffy about wearing them, ‘cause they kind of make me feet look like squares, don’tcha think?”

Peter peered back down at the shoes and cracked a small grin. “Maybe a little bit. But it’s not bad, I think they’re cool.”

“Thanks!” Y/N leaned down to unzip her backpack, taking out the notebook of graph paper with a series of messy scribbles along the margins. She flipped it open, turned in her chair to face him. “Okay, so I’m assuming you did the homework? I seriously have no idea how to do this, and I figured you did.”

“Oh, yeah — yeah, I — I did the homework,” Peter nodded fervently, leaning forward over his desk so he could see her notebook. She placed it on the top of his desk, fully facing him, and pointed to the second problem on the sheet.

“So I used SOH-CAH-TOA to find this angle, but then I guess I messed it up somewhere along here....” she continued talking, explaining the process of her attempt at solving the calculus problem. Peter listened intently to her words, all while staring at the different flecks of color in her e/c eyes and losing himself the way she bit the inside of her cheek in between sentences. “Peter?”

“Yeah?” he snapped out of it. She was smiling at him and oh, shit, he hadn’t heard the second half of what she was saying.

“So do you think you could help?” she asked. Her eyes shifted over towards the clock on the front wall. “‘Cause we got like three minutes until the period officially starts and I seriously need a good grade.”

“Yeah, of course,” Peter gulped and grabbed his calculator, focusing his eyes on the graph paper and began copying down the equation from his own notebook. It was dreadfully difficult to keep his focus with her leaning so close to him, her perfume flooding into his brain and fogging up his mind. He scribbled down the solution as fast as you can.

“Oh, duh!” she slumped her shoulders. “I guess I multiplied wrong. I always screw up simple math.”

“No, you did it right the first time,” Peter gently smiled at her, careful not to keep eye contact for too long. “Just a little mess up in the middle. But all the other math was, uhm... spot on.”

“Thanks, Pete,” she nodded, tapping her fingers on the spiral spine of her notebook. “I’m really glad that — oh shit!”

She jolted in her spot, a pair of hands coming down to squeeze her shoulders. She turned around and sighed; Peter followed the hands and was disappointed to see James, her boyfriend, standing beside her desk.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she said breathily, one hand flying to rest over her heart. “Jesus!”

“Sorry, babe,” James chuckled, slipping into his spot— which just so happened to be right beside her, diagonal from Peter. “What’s good, Penis Parker?”

Peter felt his ears turn red, and he clenched his jaw, avoiding the other boys eyes and shifting awkwardly in his seat. Y/N abruptly whacked her boyfriend on the arm, suddenly frowning.

“Don’t be a dick,” she said pointedly. James laughed.

“It’s just a joke,” he lifted his hands in defense. “Parker doesn’t care, does he? Do you?”

Peter glanced up, eyes darting between James and Y/N. He only shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N said, scooting her chair under her desk as soon as she saw the teacher enter the classroom. “It’s still rude and immature and his name is Peter.”

“Okay, chill out,” James muttered. “Hey, you did the homework, right?”

Peter watched Y/N send her boyfriend a very tired expression, her shoulders slouching. “Seriously?"

“What? C’mon, I had practice ‘till late last night,” James frowned. “And you know how much I struggle with Calc.”

Y/N gave another sigh before reluctantly handing him her notebook. Peter watched the exchange with a slight frown, biting his tongue to refrain from saying something about cheating and morality or something equally as stupid. He wasn’t going to tattle. He didn’t want to do that to her, not that he gave a flying fuck about what happened to James.

James wordlessly threw the notebook back to her after a few minutes; she caught it swiftly and spared him another longing sort of glance before bowing her head and facing the front of the room. Peter clenched his jaw and sent a glare towards the back of James’ head; he knew he was a dick, and she knew he was a dick. So why the hell was she dating him?

There was no way in hell that James had some kind of brilliant quality about him that made this kind of treatment worth it. It’s not like he was remarkably thoughtful, or funny, or attractive. He was pleasant looking, sure, but Peter was sure there wasn’t a single redeeming quality about him.

As though he had heard his thoughts, James suddenly turned his head around and was met with Peter’s lingering glare. He narrowed his eyes at him, glanced at Y/N, and then looked back at Peter. Peter fought the urge to bow his head and shy away; he was Spider-Man for fuck’s sake! He could handle some stupid high school asshole, couldn’t he?

Peter frowned the entire walk from class to his locker, where he tiredly turned his lock and swung open the metal door as though the interaction in Calculus had taken a serious toll on him.

“Peter!” came a cheery voice from his right. Leaning back to look over his locker, he saw Ned, grinning. “You look so unhappy to see me. Is there a reason for this, or are you just, like, being moody today?”

“Being moody today,” Peter mumbled. “’Cause of stupid James Lewis.”

“Ah,” Ned said wisely, leaning against the other lockers as Peter slipped out his textbook and closed the metal door. “Yeah, that can really wreck a guys mood.”

“Yeah,” Peter breathed, watching as Y/N approached her locker on the other end of the hall. James followed at her heels, laughing obnoxiously with another boy on the wrestling team and ignoring his girlfriend entirely. Y/N took out her books, clutching them to her chest, and turned to speak to James; Peter watched as she fiddled nervously with her necklace as she waited for her boyfriend to look at her. “Why’s she dating him, man? He’s so awful.”

“I dunno, dude,” Ned shrugged. “Women are the world’s greatest mystery.”

“So are men,” Peter muttered, sending James a final glare before he and Ned turned the other way.

---

EARLY THAT EVENING, just before he left for patrol, Peter’s phone rang. Which was fairly normal, considering Ned called him a million times a day and Aunt May often send him the occasional call on her way home from work. This time, however, startled him, because the name on the call was not Ned, nor was is May. It said Y/N.

“H-Hey, Y/N, hi!” Peter stammered out after pressing the green answer button, steadying his grip on his phone after it had almost slipped from his grasp. “Hello!”

“Hi, Pete,” her voice said, sounding sweet. “Sorry to call you at such a weird time. I—er— had a question about the homework?”

“Oh, yeah!” Peter held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and shot his hand out across his room; a web flung from his wrist and stuck itself onto his Calculus notebook. It soared towards him, and he frantically flipped to the most recent page. “Which one?”

“Uhm, number three.”

Peter scanned the page through the latex of his mask.

“I don’t think we had to do number three tonight,” he answered with an awkwardly laugh. Through the phone, she gave a noise of disapproval.

“Ugh, of course!” she said exasperatedly. “I always copy down the wrong numbers from the board. Thanks for telling me. Sorry to bother you!”

“No, no, you’re not — you’re not a bother!” Peter insisted in a shrill voice, grabbing his mask from the top of his head and tugging it off of his face. “Never a bother!”

With a laugh, she said, “I totally procrastinated my homework... I was totally binge watching all the Spider-Man videos on YouTube. Have you see them?”

Peter coughed rather loudly. “Erm, yeah, a few. Don’t really pay attention to, uh... to Spider-Man...”

“They’re totally awesome,” she gushed, and Peter felt heat flood up into his cheeks. “How do you not pay attention to Spider-Man? I feel like that’s right up your alley.”

“I dunno,” Peter shrugged absentmindedly. “We’ve got tons of Avengers, y’know? Guess I’m just... erm... kinda desensitized to it.”

"I’m kind of a dork about the Avengers, actually,” she said timidly. “I don’t care how many times I see Captain America on the news— I am totally mesmerized each and every time. Same with Spider-Man. I think they’re so cool.”

“...mesmerized?” Peter perked his head up. “Uhm... how so?”

“Thought you didn’t care about Spider-Man?”

Peter pressed his lips together. “I don’t.”

You dismissively waved your hand and said, “Then, I’ll stop. I don’t mean to be geeking out.”

“No, it’s okay!” Peter said hastily. “Really, I don’t mind. I think it’s cool that you think the Avengers are cool. They are cool.”

“But not Spider-Man?”

“I — well — no, Spider-Man is cool, I never said he wasn’t cool,” Peter went on. “But, I’m just saying, like... I dunno. The other Avengers are better. Like... like Iron Man, he’s awesome. Black Widow, she’s... the best.”

“Hm,” she paused. “I think I’ll be her for Halloween. You totally just sparked my imagination, thanks!”

“No problem,” he replied, willing himself not to think about what she might look like in the tight, leather suit that Black Widow wore. There was a beat of silence, and Peter was sure he had started sweating.

“Okay, well... I ought to finish the homework that we actually have to do,” she joked, a smile heard within her words. Peter felt himself grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah— see you!” he said, and with a Click! she was gone. Turning off his phone, he tossed it onto his bed and groaned, putting his head in his hands and frowning. He was way too enthusiastic to say See you!. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his phone again and slipped it into his pocket before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his face; it was time to patrol, not to daydream. Cracking open his window, he was gone.

---

SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Peter felt it as soon as he went on patrol for the night. The streets of the city were empty, the night breeze whisking up the dust of the pavement and paving a path for no one. It was unlike Queens to be so quiet at this time of night; even at a quarter past midnight, the city was usually lively, however this night was different.

Mindlessly winging along the sides of the cities skyscrapers, Peter wondered what could be the cause of this weird occurrence. It wasn’t like someone kidnapped and hid away the entire population of Queens... nor was their some kind of alien abduction (he would’ve seen it). Maybe it was a holiday he wasn’t aware of and every happened to go on vacation at the same time. Or maybe—

“Woah!” said a voice, and before his eyes focused back into the world around him, he slammed face first into another figure. He shot a hand up as he flipped upside down, a web sticking onto one of the nearby billboards above, and watched as the mysterious figure slid down the wall before coming to a pause. He blinked. How were they sticking to the wall?

Lowering himself down, he stared at the figure. He might have been watching them from an upside-down point of view, but he could see clearly the web design on their suit. 

“Hi,” he said, tilting his head to the side as though to watch them more clearly. They lifted their head, pushing h/c out of their eyes; they had a red mask over their nose and mouth, e/c eyes blinking up at him. 

The torso of their suit was silver, with a red-and-black web pattern across their chest, however the arms and legs were black with the exception of her fingers, which were painted a bright red. Woah.

“Uhm,” Peter said again. “How’s it hangin’?”

“It’s all right,” the figure said; the voice was feminine, familiar. He felt his stomach jump for a second, as though he knew who it was, but it went away after a moment. “With the exception of you slamming into me.”

“Sorry about that,” Peter lowered himself more and crawled up the single web so he could be right-side up, at her eye-level. “Wasn’t paying attention. Hey, who are you?”

“None of your bees-wax,” she sassed, lifting a hand up. “I gotta go.”

“Woah, woah!” Peter shot out a web to intercept hers, swinging up to follow her. “Hey, c’mon! You know who I am, right?”

“Obviously,” she said, her back to him as she swung away. “Doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”

Peter frowned under his mask. “Well, how’re you also SpiderMan? Or... Spider-Woman? Sorry.”

“It’s Silk, actually,” she said exasperatedly. “And I’m what you call also SpiderMan because some nasty insect decided to bite me two days ago.”

“Yesterday?” Peter mused, still following her. “How’re you swinging so well, then?”

“Practice,” she shrugged and came to a stop on a nearby rooftop. “Are you gonna follow me all the way home, or what?”

“Oh, sorry,” Peter launched himself towards her, landing on the same roof. “I’m just... curious. Hey, were you the reason why everyone was gone?”

“Yup. Huge robbery at the edge of the city. Everyone sort of flocked outside when I got ‘em out of the place,” she said, crossing her arms over his chest. Peter stared, eyes trailing over the fine details of her suit. She furrowed her brows. “Hey! Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you, you creep!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Peter flinched. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t staring at your— I was looking at your suit! It’s really cool.”

“Thanks,” she avoided his eyes and rubbed the side of her head. Peter then noticed she had a bruise forming on her upper cheekbone. “I need to go home, okay?”

“Okay, yeah,” Peter nodded feverishly. “Didn’t mean to keep you.”

“All good, SpiderMan,” she gave him a salute and said, “See you ‘round.”

---

WORD OF SILK had spread faster than Peter anticipated. The next day at school, her name permeated about the hallways, whispers of her trickling around Peter wherever he went. She was the first thing Ned spoke of when Peter saw him that morning, and he was floored to find out Peter had actually met her.

Y/N was not in the calculus classroom when Peter walked in. She usually was there before him, however the seat in front of him remained empty. James, her boyfriend, came in earlier than usual, looking especially cranky. Peter gave him his own glare (which wasn’t very menacing, but he liked to pretend it was) before averting his eyes to his graph paper. 

“The hell are you looking at, Parker?” James barked. Peter shifted his eyes up.

“Nothing,” Peter said.

James scoffed and slumped into his seat, running a hand through his hair before sending a nod of a greeting to the girl who sat on the other side of him. Peter frowned at this, watching as the random girl blushed and sent a wave back. 

Right before the bell rang, as the last kids settled into their seats, Y/N speed-walked in, frantically apologizing to the teacher as she hustled into her seat. Peter sat up straighter, staring to try and meet her eyes, but she slid into her seat without looking up at anyone. 

The teacher, Mr. Bruno, began to teach, and Peter watched as James leaned over to nudge Y/N with the eraser of his pencil. She snapped her head over; her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed red, and her fist was clenched around her pencil.

“Woah,” James whispered. “What happened to you?”

She deeply inhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment. “What do you want?”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” James furrowed his brow. “You did the homework, right?”

“Yes, but I can’t give it to you now,” she whispered. “Mr. Bruno’s teaching, and I’d get in trouble—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, just slide it over,” James said dismissively. “Won’t hurt you. It’s really not that big of a deal—”

“She said no,” Peter blurted. James whipped his head around, as did Y/N. She blinked at him, e/c eyes shining, and she gave him a pursed-lip smile that said thanks, but you shouldn’t have done that.

“The hell did you just say?” James hissed. “Huh, Penis Parker? You got somethin’ to say?”

“Yeah,” Peter gulped. “She said no. Leave her alone.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” James barked. “This is our business, all right?”

Y/N said nothing, avoiding both of their eyes; she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and Peter saw her chest begin to ride and fall rather quickly. It was then he noticed, as he stared at her, that there was a large bruise on the side of her cheek. Oh god, Peter thought. He’s hitting her.

“You shouldn’t speak to your girlfriend that way,” Peter muttered, turning back to face the whiteboard, copying down the notes that Mr. Bruno had written. “It’s disrespectful.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m going to take your relationship advice, Parker,” James scoffed, shaking his head. “No girl could ever date you, man.”

“Quit being a dick, James!” Y/N said rather loudly, to which Mr. Bruno finally turned around and set his eyes on her. The classroom fell silent.

“Ms. L/N, please don’t use that kind of language in my classroom,” he said gently, to which Y/N melted into her chair and nodded her head.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down. She didn’t speak for the rest of the class, ignoring glares she received from James. She didn’t even turn around when they were told to work independently. Peter prayed she wouldn’t pay for his actions.

“Hey,” he said to her as soon as the bell rang, reaching over to touch her shoulder. She jumped back, eyes wide, before her shoulders deflating at the sight of him.

“Oh, sorry, Pete,” she said, her voice tired. Her eyes were still bloodshot and glistening, and he stared at her gently with concern. “Scared me.”

“Wait here for a sec,” he told her, watching as James threw his bag over his shoulder. She gave him a look. “Please?”

“Y/N, c’mon,” James beckoned her. Y/N spared Peter a look before she turned and said.

“I’ll catch up,” she said carefully. “I gotta talk to Pete.”

James glanced in between them cynically, before his malicious glare settled on Peter. He clenched his jaw and said, “Fine,” before stomping out of the classroom.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked Y/N once James was out of earshot.

“I’m just tired, I promise,” she assured him. “I didn’t sleep well.”

“You’re all flushed. And your face is bruised...” Peter lifted a hand up absentmindedly as though to graze the bruise with his knuckle, but he snapped his hand back down to his side when he realized what he was doing. Glancing back at the door, where James had disappeared, Peter said, “Look, if somethings wrong... if you’re not safe...”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Safe? I’m plenty safe, I promise. What is this about?”

“James,” Peter said. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, but... he kind of treats you like shit, Y/N.”

“I — he’s just...” she gulped. “He gets angry. I know it’s not good, but...”

She clenched her jaw and glanced feverishly behind Peter. 

“It’s not like I can just dump him and have everything be all rainbows and sunshine, okay?” her shoulders tensed. “He’s my first boyfriend, I... I can’t just dump him.”

Peter frowned and glanced down at her bruised cheek. “But he’s...”

Y/N lifted a hand to touch her bruise, and with a faint smile she said, “I know what you’re thinking. He didn’t hit me, Pete.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Peter pressed further. Y/N furrowed her brows. “You can tell me. I can help you—”

“It’s not from him, Peter!” she insisted and threw her backpack over her shoulder, however it accidentally whacked her water bottle than had been sitting on the corner of the desk. 

Peter, the hairs on his arms raising, lunged forward to grab it, however his fingers bumped right into hers. Lifting his eyes up, he saw that she had caught the bottle before he had. How...? he couldn’t finish the thought. She pursed her lips and turned to tuck the water bottle into the side pocket of her bag. 

“Don’t worry about me, Peter,” she said hastily without looking at him, her hand not leaving the water bottle on the side of her backpack. 

She shook her wrist around as though to try and take her fingers off the bottle, however her hand stayed put. Peter watched intently. Y/N finally settled on taking the bottle out and holding it in front of her. 

“I’m fine,” she told him firmly. “Erm — see you.”

And she circling around him without another word, starting towards the door. Peter hastily turned to grab his own bag in an attempt to rush after her.

“Wait, you left your—!” Peter picked up her pencil and turned around, but she was already gone. Sighing, he moved to put the pencil down, but something caught him off guard; a strand of a spider web wrapped around the eraser like a cocoon. His head snapped up.

No fucking way. 

---

DESPITE HAVING A good amount of classes with her, Y/N seemed to keep slipping out of his grasp again and again throughout the day. She ignored the notes he kept asking Ned to give her in History, pretending like she didn’t see him staring at her in English, speed-walking away from him in the cafeteria. Peter was sure he’d have to web her to keep her in one place just so he could talk to her.

By the sound of the final bell, Peter raced out of his last class (Physics) and practically sprinted to his locker before pushing his way down the stairwell in an attempt to reach the main entrance to the school to find Y/N. She parked her car on the side of the building, and although Peter walked the other way to catch his bus home, he decided to walk to her car. But when he reached her car, and she wasn’t there, he realized how creepy he probably seemed.

“Pete?” he heard his name, and he grimaced before turning around. Y/N was standing on the sidewalk, books hugged to her chest.

“Hey,” he dragged out, tensing his shoulders. “Uhm. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed, walking around the other side of the car to drop her backpack and books onto the passenger seat. “What... erm... what’re you doing at my car?”

“Well, that’s... it’s...” Peter pursed his lips. Digging into his pocket, he took out her web-wrapped pencil. Her brows twitched. “I found this.”

“Thanks,” she reached out and grabbed it from him. “I was looking for it.”

“No, that’s... look at the end of it,” Peter said. At this, she furrowed her brows in confusion and glanced down at the eraser, covered in silk. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. “I... you can tell me, y’know.”

“Tell you what?” she said, putting her pencil back in her pocket. Peter opened his mouth wordlessly. “What’s up with you and your accusations today?”

“Okay, in my defense, it’s kind of hard to not thing you’ve got an abusive boyfriend when he treats you — and everyone else, might I add! — like shit all the time, every day.”

“I — he doesn’t —”

“So when you come into class looking like you’re about to cry, and with a bad bruise on the side of your cheek, excuse me for being just a little bit concerned!” Peter blurted. Y/N stared at him wordlessly. “And now there’s spider-web wrapped around your pencil. And the whole school is talking about this mysterious spider-woman—”

“She’s not a Spider-Woman,” Y/N muttered, brushing past Peter and opening the door to the driver’s seat. “Her names’ Silk.”

“Proving my point!” Peter threw his arms up. “I know it’s you! Silk said the same thing!”

At this, Y/N squinted and peered at him oddly. “What do you mean Silk said the same thing? Have you met her?”

Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a moment. “I — that’s — no! Of course I haven’t! When — when would I have —?”

“Ah, okay,” Y/N suddenly smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what your deal is, then? I know it’s you!”

Peter clenched his jaw. “What... don’t turn this on me! This is about you!”

“You just made it about you,” Y/N stepped forward to him, and lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “Spider-Man.”

Peter flushed and jumped back. “No! No, that’s — I don’t know where you’re getting that from! Look at me, I can’t be — I could never be — look at me! I don’t even—”

Y/N suddenly threw her phone out towards the ground at Peter’s feet. Cutting off his ramble, he struck his hand out nonchalantly and catch the phone. Handing it back to her, he continued, “Careful with that. But, anyways, it’s not me!”

“You just caught that in less than a second,” Y/N deadpanned. “If you’re honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.”

Peter stared at her for a moment, unsure. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he squinted and said, “You first.”

Sighing, she rolled her eyes and said, “Okay. You’re right.”

“Ha!” Peter pumped a fist in the air. “Knew it!”

“Now you.”

He frowned and took a deep breath. “You... I... you can’t tell anyone.”

She suddenly beamed. “Y’know, I thought there was something suspiciously charming about Spider-Man.”

Red-faced, Peter said, “Charming?”

“Yeah,” Y/N shrugged sheepishly, her face tinged pink. “Look, I... James is...” she sighed. “I broke up with him. Right after last period.”

Peter’s face lit up.

“But... it’s not all sunshine and roses now,” she muttered. “He made a big stink about it and now he won’t stop calling me, and... he just... he scares me a bit.”

He frowned and took a step closer to her, leaning against the side of the car to face her. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Thanks," she said half-heartedly.

“I’m serious,” Peter said, bowing his head slightly and staring down at her. “He might be a wrestler or whatever he is, but I’m literally a superhero.”

She snickered.

“What?”

“Nothing, it just sounds funny,” she giggled and glanced away, her cheeks still pink. “I appreciate it, Pete. Really.”

She was closer to him than he had anticipated, her sweet-smelling perfume flooding his sensing and ensnaring him in his place. He swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides as he felt an invisible force push him closer, faces leaning in.  

“Hey!” came a voice from their side. An old woman, standing by the door of her house nearby Y/N’s car was parked. “You can’t stay parked there all afternoon, y’hear!”

“Sorry, ma’am!” Y/N called back, giggling. Peter laughed as well, ducking his head and running a hand through his hair bashfully. “Looks like we should move.”

“Yeah,” was all Peter could find it in him to say. She grinned and glanced to her side again. Peter followed her eyes, noticing that she was watching the old woman walk back into her house. “What should —!”

Y/N had shot her hand out, a web flying from her wrist and sticking to his side to pull him in and press her lips to his. It was hasty, the kiss, and just as she pulled away, she beamed and slid into the driver’s seat.

“You want a ride, or what?”

---

a/n: okay i kind of love this a lot. its cute. 

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Bonus faries first time achieving magic Winx:

Diaspro

Big late bloomer. Like Bloom levels of bad but without the fine magical development in the background. Girls magic is capital F fucked

Turns out being raised and trained to be a wife with no consideration of her feelings wants and desires completely ruins her chances of her magic developing properly. Her magic is terribly weak at first. That's the main reason she ran to Sky when Bloom attacked her. She was genuinely really scared and she's not magically powerful so she knew there was no winning that fight. She panicked and ran to someone she thought could help

She probably transforms after getting a lot of shit for not having transformed all these years despite never being given the time or space to connect with her magic properly and any emotional outbursts that usually set off magic are tamped down. She gets really really upset and eventually transforms bc the upset turns into magic

It's a very sucky experience for Diaspro

Chimera

Late bloomer

Chimera transformed a couple months after bonding with what would eventually become Chimera's Lolita fashion squad. Chimera hadn't really had the chance to express herself all that much before due to her mother, which really fucked up her magic

After she became friends with the first two members of this squad, and the fourth member joined them and Chimera started dressing exclusively in Lolita fashion, they learned she had never transformed they all decided to sit down and help Chimera transform for the first time

This probably happens sometime in s2 or really early in s3

Anyways these four are super super close and care a lot about the eachother and are low key inseparable

Daphne

Despite being Daphne the Nymph, Daphne was actually a bit of a late bloomer when it came to magic. Namely because she was interested in them it till she was older because all of her tutors we're stuffy and didn't let her do anything fun with her magic (Daphne was kinda a party, head strong, very reckless girl. Her definition of fun is a little on the dangerous side lol)

Anyway when she got older and started the proper amount of teenage mischief, and realized she could do more of that with her magic she kinda just speed ran most of her missing magical development... Turns out she was a once in a lifetime prodigy, who knew, said the poor fool watching Daphne wrestle a dragon

Nabu

A lot like Stella, in that he's an early bloomer that has a talent for magic that he spent a while training to transform

I like to hc that Nabu is actually being raised by his uncle/aunt or something because one of his parents is widowed immediately after he was born and couldn't take care of him emotionally (or something like that)...instead of his parents just ditching him to the security team

Anyways Nabu instantly shows off his base from to his aunt/uncle and they're like "holy shit, your a fucking prodigy kid! Wanna get like a personal teacher and a fuck ton of magic books?" And Nabu was like "boy!! Do I!!!"

Nabu really really likes magic mechanics and thinks it's cool and his teacher thinks he's an adorable little headache because he asks way to many fucking questions