"When People Say Impossible They Usually Mean Improbable"

Can I have either a fic or hc where Peter comforts a sad reader? I'm really depressed rn cause of some personal thing and just need some hugs from my boy Pete

Peter would HATE seeing you down

like he physically deflates when he sees you upset about anything

to the point where he has to convince himself not to cry for you

he’d be wrapping you up in blankets and his arms and maybe one of his hoodies, anything to keep you warm and feeling safe

if you’re at that point in your relationship, definitely telling you he loves you so much

cuddling wherever you are, no matter where

couch? sharing a blanket, huddled together, drinking some cocoa or tea

bed? cuddling and back rubbing and whispering until you fall asleep

floor? sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his chest and his back against the sofa

sometimes it took you some time to tell him what had happened that made you so sad

and that was okay with him

he just wanted you to be comfortable

homeboy would wait years just cuddling you until you’re ready

and when you do, he’s supportive, and understanding, no matter what it is

Peter is the kind of bf who actually listens.

he gives you his undivided attention, eye contact, responsive, and hanging on to every word you say

he wants you to know he cares

and you do

being with Peter always manages to lift your mood by 10000%

we love a soft and safe boi

Fire lord Ozai: there is only one way to resolve this. Agni Kai

Me who already watched the OG show 36 times:

Modern Art

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: inspired by Reckless by Madison Beer and All Too Well. Angst because all of us have pain kink (yes I'm looking at you.) requested by @buckyjbarneswhore | masterlist

Peter had fallen in love with you even before asking you out. It wasn't much of a surprise, that boy was always a hopeless romantic.

He loved the way you laughed, loved how he made you laugh. He loved how you hummed the songs he never understood, your voice, your kindness, how you doodled nonsense on his papers, how you hugged Aunt May whenever you saw her — he loved anything and everything about you.

Then one day, he went to Oscorp. You knew he saw something there, but he wasn't keen on saying what it was.

That was the first secret he hid from you.

You thought you were imagining things. Sure, he didn't spend much time with you anymore, but he was busy. You told yourself he was busy even though the two of you had the same classes and the same workload.

You ignored the feeling at the back of your head, the one that told you to be careful.

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"Hey, we're going to a party tonight. Wanna come?" Aimee asked, smiling wide. "Trick question. You have to."

"Then I guess I'll be there." You returned a smile, knowing you didn't need much persuasion anyway. You didn't have much work and anything's better than sitting around doing nothing.

"I need to do a beer count. Is Peter going to be there?" she asked, taking out the little pink notebook she carried around. You had gifted it to her on her birthday and she hasn't parted with it since.

"He's uh, busy." You were suddenly interested in the book in front of you.

"Oh man, you're dating Peter Parker?" One of your other friends, Mark, looked up from whatever he was reading.

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. He's a chill dude. Saw him yesterday. He bought me coffee at Helsey's after I was drunk off my ass," Mark said, laughing. "Owes me skateboard lessons too."

"Wait, wait," you sat up straighter. "Helsey's cafe is near your house."

"Of course it is."

"Your house is nowhere near the public library."

"Okay...?"

"Peter said he was at the library," you said, sounding worried. "He said he had a personal project or something."

"Why would he lie?" Aimee asked, closing the pink notebook.

"C'mon guys, you're overthinking this," Mark interrupted swiftly. "In fact, I'm pretty sure his friend mentioned something about going to the library too!"

"His friend? He was with someone?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, Gwen Stacy."

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"I'm thinking we should go to that little restaurant they opened up?" Peter asked, handing over the flowers he had hurriedly bought on his way over. "Sort of as an apology for my absence the whole week?"

"I'm not feeling good. I'd rather stay inside," you said, hoping you sounded normal. You put the flowers in an empty vase and threw the bag into the bed, then opened your laptop.

Peter frowned. He had off days too, when he wanted nothing more than to disconnect from the entire world for a while, but your demeanor said something was wrong.

You running through whatever you're looking for on the laptop and ignoring your boyfriend standing awkwardly near the door was the closest thing you had done to giving him the cold shoulder.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, sitting down on your bed.

You laughed forcefully. "Don't be ridiculous, Peter. Why would I be mad at you?"

"I mean, if you are- that's totally justified. I know I wasn't the most attentive guy last week. I blame it on my project—"

"Speaking of," you interrupted cheerfully, slamming the laptop shut and turning to him. "What's this project about?"

He was taken back. "Uhm, arachnology."

"Arachnology?"

"Yes?"

"That sounds like a question."

"I mean, yes. Definitely," he said, nodding. "I'm researching on arachnology. Why the sudden interest?"

"I feel bad for not knowing what's going on in your life." You replied, waving it off.

You had hoped he was a better liar, just so you could comfort yourself that it was all okay like your rose-colored glasses made it out to be. Apparently not.

"I appreciate that." Peter held your gaze, both of you knowing there was something more. Something he wasn't saying.

"Are you doing the research with Gwen Stacy?" The question had slipped off your mouth before you could think about it. He seemed even more surprised.

"Why would I study spiders with Gwen?" he laughed, not meeting your eyes.

The way her name fell from his lips said he knew her, and the affection behind it said he was fond of her. You bit down your lips and told yourself that you were being crazy. Friends care for each other, and you needn't worry about that.

If there was something going on, Peter's not the type to hide it. Then again, you thought he wasn't the type to lie at all, but isn't that what he just did?

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The story wrote itself from there. So now here you are, alone at your birthday party, having everyone around you but him. You were pretty sure he had forgotten about it altogether.

When everyone left for home, you went to your room and swallowed the resentment. It felt like a statement on his part. He used to write little notes for you during class, with small lines that made you smile even though they were sappy. He said he'll never hurt you, but here you are, close to tears on your own birthday.

There was a knock on the window.

You didn't need to turn to know it was him.

"Hey, I got us pizzas!" he said energetically, then noticed your red gown, the slumped shoulders, the irregular breaths. "Y/N...?"

You turned around, wiping the first tear that had shamelessly slid down your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look broken in front of the man who broke you.

He took in your makeup, or rather the smudged edges of it. You looked so utterly strong yet cautious, as if you had just built a brick wall over your emotions.

"Oh!" he connected the dots, leaving the pizza on the bedside. "Your birthday- holy shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"

"Where were you?" you asked calmly.

He blanked. What was he supposed to say now? That he was so consumed with a bogus research that he forgot his girlfriend's birthday? Or the truth? Both would hurt the same.

"Gwen Stacy," you said the name slowly. "Why did you tell me you don't know her?"

He took a deep breath in. "I didn't say that. I just didn't tell you she was just doing the research with me—"

"If that was the case, why did you lie?"

"I thought you wouldn't understand! If I told you I had something super important to research with another girl, especially my childhood crush, don't tell me you wouldn't have gotten jealous!"

"Fuck you, Parker," your voice rose louder. "You know I'm not that type of overprotective partner. You know you could have just told me. But you didn't. Why?"

"There's a lot of compli—"

"Why?" The word ricocheted off the walls, making Peter almost take a step back.

"Did you cheat on me?" you whispered, biting down your lips so you wouldn't yell again.

"No," he shook his head far too quickly. Yet he looked guilty. You quickly connected the dots.

"Are you in love with her anyway?"

Peter's face fell. "I didn't plan to."

Tears freely started to fall now, but you didn't care. You took a deep breath in.

"You could have told me that from the start."

"I love her now but I loved you first," he said defensively. "I did. But then I was spending more time with Gwen and somewhere along the way, it just happened. I never wanted to hurt you, but would you really blame me for loving someone?"

"You're honestly asking me that?" you asked, your voice shaking. "All I did was love someone and where did that get me?"

"You don't understand—"

"What the fuck don't I understand?"

"I'm Spiderman!" He interrupted, raising his hands in surrender. He began rambling even without seeing your reaction. "Gwen works at Oscorp. She helped me. I knew you wouldn't have approved if I told you I was fighting for my life everyday. Not like she does."

You understood why he was saying that. Peter Parker was in his core, nothing if not kind. He didn't want to deal with how he hurt someone, so he threw a half-assed excuse at your face, hoping you'd agree and let him go. He didn't need your pain on his conscience so he resorted to wallowing through excuses.

Steady breaths, that's what he used to say when you were having a bad day. Steady breaths and a steady mind. Can't be all bad, right? I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.

Despite everything, you smiled. Steady breaths it is.

"I knew you were Spiderman, I knew it from the start," you said, almost amused.

He blinked, surprised yet again. Maybe he was more stupid than he gave himself credit for. After all, you were his girlfriend. If there was someone in the world who could figure it out, who else would it be if not you?

"You wouldn't have loved me anymore," he finished his ranting, desperately hopeless. "No matter what you say now, you wouldn't have!"

"I would have loved you any way you wanted me to."

He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, realizing he had just run out of excuses. Nothing to give, nothing that you'll ever trust again.

"I'm sorry," he said, genuinely meaning it. "I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you. You are a good person and—"

"Get out."

"Let me just-"

"Get the hell out!" you pointed to the window.

He didn't want to cause any more of a mess, so he did as you asked, though hesitant as ever.

And as he climbed that window down one last time, you looked at the vase in the corner, the one which had the flowers he bought for you; all of them completely wilted now.

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It kills me how Tumblr will see the most broken, traumatized, impossible to talk to, emotionally unavailable dark haired person and be like: "yes this is the person I'll fall in love with"

And then proceed to write fanfics, fanart, headcannons to the point where it trends every two weeks or so

Hopefully this is relatable and it isn’t just me👀

Lokitty ❤️😼

maddie’s 1k follower celebration: requested by @buckysbarnes 🤍 🍓 AN ACTOR/ACTRESS FROM ANY MOVIE/TV SHOW ✨

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. anthony & joe russo

Hi, I can order a nfsw yan zuko?

Yes, yes you can please wuhhh don’t mind the degeneracy and all that,,, kinda just used the nsfw alphabet so,,,, hope that’s good (I’m so sorry it took so long,,,,) once again,,, my questionable nsfw kills?

Tw: Dubcon, Coercion, breeding, cum play?(I think?)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Zuko is attentive as hell, he worries a lot about hurting you. Especially since he burned you the first time, and he never wants to do that again. He looks over your body for a long, long time before getting up to get you water. This is of course if he thinks to. Most of the time he does, other times he’ll just sit and watch as cum drips out of your hole.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zuko loves your back. He loves to hold it, to rub circles into it, he loves to have his arm pressing on it as he leads you to where you two are going. He also loves your hands, so soft compared to the callouses he has. If your hands are cold, then all the better as he loves to warm you up. You like his scar. It’s the least expressive part of him, and it makes you think that maybe? Just maybe, he isn’t happy with what he’s done to you and what he’s forced you to do. You hate his eyes. They’re so innocent and kind, you can’t look into them too long lest you find that he truly does hold love for you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a breeding kink, very slight but he loves to cum inside you and try to produce an heir. Of course, he loves to see his cum anywhere on you, you are his and he loves you so, so much, the proof of his love is not just in his seed, but it’s a nice physical representation isn’t it? If you ever are forced (he swears you don’t need to but the way he looks at you, like you have to do something or else he’ll get angry, well you can’t not now.) to take his cock into your mouth he wants to see his cum on your lips, in your mouth as you swallow it. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

He’s pretty open about all things he’d like to do, he’s not very subtle and he’s a terrible liar so if something is troubling him he really can’t lie about it. He’s easily embarrassed however when talking about what he’s thought about so he just answers with the modified truth of “Just thinking about you.” Which normally send you into a panic, because what does that mean? He thinks it’s cute when your a little scarred though, it always pushes you to be closer to him, cling onto him a little more, even if it is out of fear. (He doesn’t really know of what, he just knows you’re scared.) So he uses the opportunity to be extra gentle with you, serving you some tea, sitting you in his lap. It’s in these moments he really enjoys eating you out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Oh he’s a complete virgin (personally I’ve always read Zuko as somewhere on the demi-sexual spectrum) doesn’t really know how to get you off but is eager as hell to please you, will go down on you constantly but i think he still likes to feel a little powerful and have you suck him off.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

He likes missionary a lot, anything where he can see your face is too perfect, he wants to hear you scream in his ear, he wants to whisper words of affirmation into your ear. It gives him plenty of access to mark your neck as well. Show off that you’re his.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

As serious as they come, I don’t think he has a high sex drive unless he really, really needs an heir or is stressed, but the few times he does it, it’s purely an act of love from him and he wants to show you how devoted he is to you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So I think he’s moderately shaved, but doesn’t like to be completely shaved down there. If you insist on him shaving or seem to be distasteful of it, he’d shave it in a heartbeat. He would hate to drive you away with something so trivial.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

He loves to tell you how good you are for him, how perfect and obedient and good. He thanks you for doing what he asks of you and just wants to hold you as he fucks into your pussy. He whispers how much he loves your voice and sounds and how filthy it is that your cumming on his cock. He never pegged you for the type to squeeze his cock so well. But it must be because you love him. And because you two love each other so much, he’s gonna fuck you full of cum.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

He hates it, doesn’t often get in the mood for sex though, but when he does and you’re unavailable, he just toughs it out honestly. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He really really likes it when it’s a sort of roleplay scenario. He’s not sure what made him this way, because he truly is kind and wants to be good and sweet, but when you dress in some lighter, more transparent clothing and act like you need saving? It makes him feral. “Is this-” His cock thrusts into your pussy, stretching your walls as a groan escapes his mouth. “What your captors did to you? I bet they used your pretty little mouth too,” A finger finds its way to your lips. “No- I-” You’re aware you are crying.“They did, didn’t they? I’ll fuck all thought of them out of you.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

Bedroom, no where else, only soft and plush things for you. He’s thought about putting you on his throne though, in the middle of the night, and having you ride him while he sits there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

Honestly seeing you do what he tells you too. It reminds him of how submissive you are to him and he thinks that's both cute and sweet. Also when you ask him to do things for you, when you call him “Fire Lord” and when you try to get out of something by insinuating how “Different you want things to be tonight” It’s very cute.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Sharing you? Outta the question. Having others watch you? Nope, you are his, he loves you, no one else. He also doesn't want to brand you on purpose. Not that he hasn’t, he just hates to think that he’d ever burn you on purpose.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Once he’s had some time to get used to oral, his tongue is so pleasantly hot and his fingers are calloused they feel so nice rubbing your slit. Maybe he’ll put one or two fingers in at a time, shallowly thrusting them in with a small bit of heat as his tongue swirls around your clit, his golden eyes are so predatory as he watches you squirm and tug at his hair.He loves to have you suck his dick though. Possibly even more than making you cum on his tongue he loves watching you try to keep his seed in your mouth, when you look up at him with your eyes and tears that are most certainly from love, it’s one of his favorite sights.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Oh he tries, he tries so hard to be gentle and slow and sweet. But he’s impulsive and if you say his name so sweetly, well he’s not sure how he can hold himself together. He just has to be a little more rough.However for the most part, he just likes to take his time. Sex is an act of love for him, and he loves you and only you. So he has to make sure you know this so he takes it slow. Rhythmic thrusts in and out of you as he kisses you sweetly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nope. No quickies for him. He’s going to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends on the risk. Burning you? No way in hell. Tying you up? If you want to be tied, sure. Him breeding you on the throne? Well he’s thought about that one more than he’d care to admit, but it wouldn’t happen. Can’t risk anyone seeing you spread out for him. No one but him should hear you beg. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He stays in there for a long time, but he only really goes for one round. It’s more out of respect for your crying, than it is his inability to go longer. He likes to take his sweet time, making you come undone and maybe? If he’s feeling a little more angry at you or something? (He could never stay mad at you, but this new policy councilman Shen is trying to pass, he’s furious with that.) So you’re in for a couple more rounds than normal.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No toys not for him thanks doesn’t even have anything against it other than, he’ll probably get jealous.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

Oh he’s not much of a tease unless, it's a roleplay thing. If he is required to get into character, he will.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a little quiet, not naturally, he just wants to be sure he can hear everything you say and do and moan. Sometimes he can’t hold back his moans. They’re quite loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He truly doesn’t understand what this is, isn’t mutual love. You’ve said you love him, and you don’t lie, right? Those tears he wipes from your cheeks are because you feel so good. It feels too good so you moan and beg for him to “stop” and he doesn’t ask you to go down on him, but you do it. And he always tries to be gentle. He tells you he loves you so much. He really really does.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

He’s thick, one or two veins popping from the underside, sometimes when he keeps his dick in you, he’ll put his hand on his stomach and try to feel himself inside of you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty low. He really doesn’t get to frisky unless he’s built something up in his brain to make him enticed enough to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He stays awake for a long time afterward. Whether to watch you, or to continue doing work? He won’t tell you.