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[hurtspideyparker]

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[spiderboi-parker]

I actually wrote a one-shot for once. I know, groundbreaking. I can finally write again YAYYYYYYY <333 🎉🎉🎉

I think you guys will like this @archerinthevents @hurtspideyparker @that-bookpuff @crimsonjaws @twomanyfandomshelp @itzzkaylaaa @luluisoff @smarterthantonystark @erodottir idk who else 😭

Anyways:

This work contains implied/mentioned self-harm. This work is about depression. This work does not resolve any of these things, and Peter doesn't get a hug. Read at your own risk <3

This work came into existence from me listening to mirrors demo by overtonight throwaways, and also because I feel like this a lot lmao. INFLICTING MY PAIN ON OETER PARKER COREEEEE

If you want me to continue this and to have Peter get a hug shout at me ig lmao. It's also on my Ao3, I_am_Peter_Parker, so check it out if you want to download this!

Without further ado, the one-shot. Enjoy!

Peter hasn't been feeling good lately. It's not a physical thing- he would know, whether it was his powers or something else wrong with him. So why does he feel so horrible?

Peter doesn't want to get out of bed. Peter doesn't want to look in the mirror. Peter doesn't want to shower. Peter, for the first time in a very long time, doesn't want to go on patrol or help Tony in the lab.

He doesn't understand. He has amazing friends and family. Spider-Man isn't the reason for this, he loves being Spider-Man. He shouldn't feel like this. Peter hasn't felt depressed since-

…

Since before he got his powers. When he was still helpless and a weak kid whose only weapon was his tongue. And even then, that always just made it worse.

Peter shouldn't feel like this.

He sits up in his bed, rubbing his face with a long breath out. He doesn't want to get up. But he has to. He doesn't want Tony or May to worry, not to mention any of the other various Avengers who could notice-

Tap tap tap.

Speak of the devil. Peter still needs a shower. Peter doesn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"Hello? Earth to Spider-Kid. If you're asleep I'm going to spray you with water." Tony's voice comes through the door. Tony is lying. Tony wouldn't spray Peter with water. Tony would feel bad.

Peter makes a suffered noise in his throat that he's sure Tony can't hear as he pushes his blanket off of him and swings his legs off of the bed, smiling so Tony will hear it in his voice.

"Coming, Mr. Stark!" He's sure he sounds right. He's done this before.

He walks over to the door, yawning- he isn't sure why, he woke up an hour ago, he shouldn't be lethargic- as he opens it and smiles at Tony. Tony gives him a curious look but doesn't question it.

"Hey, kid. I was wondering where you were, Steve's making breakfast. You coming?" Tony says with that lilt in his voice he gets when he's overthinking something. Peter notices.

"Yeah, of course Mr. Stark! I'll be right there, I just need a shower first. Leave some for me!" Peter says cheerfully, like always. But normally he means it. And normally he doesn't have to bite back the fact that he thinks he stinks.

Tony raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on whatever it is he's thinking. Peter half wishes he would. The other half needs him to ignore it.

"Alright, Underoos, I'll make sure Clint doesn't eat it all. No promises on there being any coffee left." He says with a wink before he turns around to go back to the kitchen, Peter presumes. Peter closes the door and sighs.

Time for a shower.

Peter uneventfully takes off his clothes and throws them in the hamper by his closet before entering the bathroom. He can't help looking in the mirror.

His hair is greasy. His lower eyelids are a bit dark, and his eyes aren't open enough for the usual reflection to be there. He makes a face. He looks horrible.

He lets out a long-suffering breath and checks to make sure the towel is on the bar on the wall before turning on the shower. A bit hot, but nothing scorching. Normally he'd love to shower, but right now he doesn't like being in his skin.

Eugh, he really is depressed, isn't he? What a hero, huh?

He steps into the shower. He hates the water. He hates standing in it. He tilts his head back to let it soak his hair, and it takes a bit because his hair is just slightly curly and has a lot of volume even when it's as short as it is now. He should probably get another haircut.

And like would always happen before, now that he's in the water, and he's used to it again, it feels nice. He hates that he doesn't want to shower. He hates feeling like this.

He pumps a generous amount of shampoo onto his hand to lather his hair. The first wash is always gross. It's more noticeable now that he's overly conscious of the fact that he exists. After a while the first run of soap has all rinsed out. It gave him far too much time to think.

He puts a few more pumps of shampoo onto his hand for the second wash, really getting it in there now that the initial grime is out. It's not so bad. And once again, after a while, the soap washes away, down his back and into the drain. He wonders what it would be like to do that.

He puts more shampoo on his hand- because who needs body wash when shampoo does the same thing?- and scrubs down his neck and shoulders, then his arms. There used to be scars there, but his powers took them away. He wonders how his powers would act if he started doing that again.

He moves onto his chest and torso, then everything else. The time passes both too slowly and too quickly. Time is weird when his mind is acting like this. He steps out of the shower and grabs the towel from the bar on the wall, drying off. Face, then hair, then shoulders, arms, torso, privates, legs, feet. All clean.

He throws the towel in the hamper as he leaves the bathroom before digging through his clean clothes basket for a cool outfit. Even when his mind is like this, he likes to look nice. It makes him feel a little better.

Once he's properly clothed, he clips on his webshooters and heads to the kitchen to eat, remembering to put on a tired but happy face as he heads to the counter to grab his share of the food, and hopefully the coffee. Peter loves coffee.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! Hey Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barton and-"

"We get it, kid. Hi to everyone." Natasha replies warmly with that slight smile she has whenever Peter is doing something endearing, which is often.

Peter smiles at her while he plates his food. He can never tell when he's hungry like this unless he's been hungry for too long, but he doesn't skimp out on food ever when he doesn't have to make it. Even depressed, the teenage hunger and love of food wins.

He pours himself some coffee- thankfully there was enough left for his mug. He adds a little bit of milk and stirs it in before moving to sit down at the table, as always, between Tony and Bruce. As soon as he takes his first bite he realizes how hungry he is- sometimes that's just how it goes.

And that's it! It was supposed to have italicized words but alas, they didn't transfer to Ao3 nor Tumblr :(

Let me know if you liked it!

[hurtspideyparker]

HE'S 3 APPLES TALL RAH 🍎 🤏

silly quips and gorgeously choreography ass-kicking oh we are so back baby

[soopermax]

IM FUCKING SCREAMING MY LITTLE HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW . SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE CUZ IM DYING. IM DEAD . I HAVE PASSED AWAY.

THE PEAKEST PEAK TO EVER PEAK. JULY IS GONNA BE SO SWAGGY AHHHHHH

[hurtspideyparker]

screaming crying throwing up omfbgjdbsusbajanakdbeisjw

ANGST! QUIPS! AWKWARDNESS! BADDASSERY!

he's everything tho me 😭🫶

[theunmarkedtombstone]

ZODIAC (2007) dir. David Fincher

[spiderboi-parker]

I actually wrote a one-shot for once. I know, groundbreaking. I can finally write again YAYYYYYYY <333 🎉🎉🎉

I think you guys will like this @archerinthevents @hurtspideyparker @that-bookpuff @crimsonjaws @twomanyfandomshelp @itzzkaylaaa @luluisoff @smarterthantonystark @erodottir idk who else 😭

Anyways:

This work contains implied/mentioned self-harm. This work is about depression. This work does not resolve any of these things, and Peter doesn't get a hug. Read at your own risk <3

This work came into existence from me listening to mirrors demo by overtonight throwaways, and also because I feel like this a lot lmao. INFLICTING MY PAIN ON OETER PARKER COREEEEE

If you want me to continue this and to have Peter get a hug shout at me ig lmao. It's also on my Ao3, I_am_Peter_Parker, so check it out if you want to download this!

Without further ado, the one-shot. Enjoy!

Peter hasn't been feeling good lately. It's not a physical thing- he would know, whether it was his powers or something else wrong with him. So why does he feel so horrible?

Peter doesn't want to get out of bed. Peter doesn't want to look in the mirror. Peter doesn't want to shower. Peter, for the first time in a very long time, doesn't want to go on patrol or help Tony in the lab.

He doesn't understand. He has amazing friends and family. Spider-Man isn't the reason for this, he loves being Spider-Man. He shouldn't feel like this. Peter hasn't felt depressed since-

…

Since before he got his powers. When he was still helpless and a weak kid whose only weapon was his tongue. And even then, that always just made it worse.

Peter shouldn't feel like this.

He sits up in his bed, rubbing his face with a long breath out. He doesn't want to get up. But he has to. He doesn't want Tony or May to worry, not to mention any of the other various Avengers who could notice-

Tap tap tap.

Speak of the devil. Peter still needs a shower. Peter doesn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"Hello? Earth to Spider-Kid. If you're asleep I'm going to spray you with water." Tony's voice comes through the door. Tony is lying. Tony wouldn't spray Peter with water. Tony would feel bad.

Peter makes a suffered noise in his throat that he's sure Tony can't hear as he pushes his blanket off of him and swings his legs off of the bed, smiling so Tony will hear it in his voice.

"Coming, Mr. Stark!" He's sure he sounds right. He's done this before.

He walks over to the door, yawning- he isn't sure why, he woke up an hour ago, he shouldn't be lethargic- as he opens it and smiles at Tony. Tony gives him a curious look but doesn't question it.

"Hey, kid. I was wondering where you were, Steve's making breakfast. You coming?" Tony says with that lilt in his voice he gets when he's overthinking something. Peter notices.

"Yeah, of course Mr. Stark! I'll be right there, I just need a shower first. Leave some for me!" Peter says cheerfully, like always. But normally he means it. And normally he doesn't have to bite back the fact that he thinks he stinks.

Tony raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on whatever it is he's thinking. Peter half wishes he would. The other half needs him to ignore it.

"Alright, Underoos, I'll make sure Clint doesn't eat it all. No promises on there being any coffee left." He says with a wink before he turns around to go back to the kitchen, Peter presumes. Peter closes the door and sighs.

Time for a shower.

Peter uneventfully takes off his clothes and throws them in the hamper by his closet before entering the bathroom. He can't help looking in the mirror.

His hair is greasy. His lower eyelids are a bit dark, and his eyes aren't open enough for the usual reflection to be there. He makes a face. He looks horrible.

He lets out a long-suffering breath and checks to make sure the towel is on the bar on the wall before turning on the shower. A bit hot, but nothing scorching. Normally he'd love to shower, but right now he doesn't like being in his skin.

Eugh, he really is depressed, isn't he? What a hero, huh?

He steps into the shower. He hates the water. He hates standing in it. He tilts his head back to let it soak his hair, and it takes a bit because his hair is just slightly curly and has a lot of volume even when it's as short as it is now. He should probably get another haircut.

And like would always happen before, now that he's in the water, and he's used to it again, it feels nice. He hates that he doesn't want to shower. He hates feeling like this.

He pumps a generous amount of shampoo onto his hand to lather his hair. The first wash is always gross. It's more noticeable now that he's overly conscious of the fact that he exists. After a while the first run of soap has all rinsed out. It gave him far too much time to think.

He puts a few more pumps of shampoo onto his hand for the second wash, really getting it in there now that the initial grime is out. It's not so bad. And once again, after a while, the soap washes away, down his back and into the drain. He wonders what it would be like to do that.

He puts more shampoo on his hand- because who needs body wash when shampoo does the same thing?- and scrubs down his neck and shoulders, then his arms. There used to be scars there, but his powers took them away. He wonders how his powers would act if he started doing that again.

He moves onto his chest and torso, then everything else. The time passes both too slowly and too quickly. Time is weird when his mind is acting like this. He steps out of the shower and grabs the towel from the bar on the wall, drying off. Face, then hair, then shoulders, arms, torso, privates, legs, feet. All clean.

He throws the towel in the hamper as he leaves the bathroom before digging through his clean clothes basket for a cool outfit. Even when his mind is like this, he likes to look nice. It makes him feel a little better.

Once he's properly clothed, he clips on his webshooters and heads to the kitchen to eat, remembering to put on a tired but happy face as he heads to the counter to grab his share of the food, and hopefully the coffee. Peter loves coffee.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! Hey Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barton and-"

"We get it, kid. Hi to everyone." Natasha replies warmly with that slight smile she has whenever Peter is doing something endearing, which is often.

Peter smiles at her while he plates his food. He can never tell when he's hungry like this unless he's been hungry for too long, but he doesn't skimp out on food ever when he doesn't have to make it. Even depressed, the teenage hunger and love of food wins.

He pours himself some coffee- thankfully there was enough left for his mug. He adds a little bit of milk and stirs it in before moving to sit down at the table, as always, between Tony and Bruce. As soon as he takes his first bite he realizes how hungry he is- sometimes that's just how it goes.

And that's it! It was supposed to have italicized words but alas, they didn't transfer to Ao3 nor Tumblr :(

Let me know if you liked it!

[hurtspideyparker]

the twin mattress lyrics "hey man I love you, but no fucking way" dick and jason siblingisms:

Jason looking up to Dick and wanting him to stay in Gotham so they can patrol together, loving the freedom and Dick's exuberant style in contrast to Batman. Dick staying long enough for them to feel like brothers but then pulling away when Jason begins to hope they could be a team. Dick can't be in Bruce's city, can't be Bruce's ward. He needs distance from Batman more than he needs a little brother. So when Jason looks up at him with poorly hidden hope in his eyes and asks him to stay in Gotham, Dick replies "hey man I love you, but no fucking way"

Dick thinks about that conversation a lot after Jason dies.

Then we forward through the years and Red Hood is here, Jason is back. Dick wants to make up for all the time he's lost with him and how he was more focused on staying away from Bruce than he was staying near Jason. Wonders a bit if the violence in Red Hood could have been softened by an older hero's guidance and brotherly love. Wants to see if it can be softened still.

And things do get better with Jason. He stops trying to kill Batman, tolerates Tim's existence. Let's Dick tag along on patrol without the toss of a blade his way and a lack of follow-through on the threats he likes to toss out.

Except now he needs distance from Batman more than he needs a big brother. So what starts as rage and bloodied hands, snarls and insults, slowly becomes the same simple denial Dick used himself when Jason needed him—

"Hey man I love you, but no fucking way"

(song under cut)

[punnifullife]

Based off this post. funny doodles i took too seriously.

[nicktareidiot]

lovers

I like draw them in chibi style whhhyy I'm so lazy

[papayasalat]

just a small Alpine appreciation post :)

[soopermax]

I HAD A VISION.

i think i might have a new favorite rarepair guys

[sillycaecilian-deactivated20191]

I was hungry when I drew this.

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Commission for @massivespacewren of comic book winteriron! (was a sketch then upgraded to simple colour, hence the two versions)

Thank you for commissioning me💙

simple colour // half body

[soopermax]

“take away the suit and what are you?”

some tony doodles for good luck :)

[chaoticbatfam]

jason: does anyone else remember that system in middle school where you'd read a book, take a test to prove it, and then get points for reading it? steph: vaguely. why? jason: i just realized like. what the fuck were those points for dick: tim: jason: i was so fucking rich. i scammed the fuck out of that system. i had read like every book in that database. when i was feeling bored i'd just scroll through the tests like "which one will get me the most points?" i was a LEGEND to my librarian. i had multiple people saying i must be cheating. a teacher WATCHED me take one of the tests just to be sure. i was RICH. and for WHAT. what did CHEATING THE SYSTEM BY BEING A CLOSETED NERD GET ME dick: infamy? tim: book-related trauma? steph: the scrutiny of your teachers? jason: bitterness, i think.

[izu]

i stay missing these losers

[deecotan]

absolute superbat