idk why people say "sleep is for the weak" like....ok maybe to YOU.... to ME sleep is for the cozy....like stfu maybe if you went honk mimimimimi honk mimimimimi you'd calm down
I can't believe the Voltron crisis lasted only two years. Seven seasons in two years. Deranged. Awful time to be online. PEAK shipping discourse. And the evil is defeated.
Hello! Can I request a Bakugou x Fem reader where she had dislocated her shoulder in the past and it didn't heal quite right so she has chronic pain in that shoulder that randomly flares up and he tries to somewhat comfort her (in the best way Bakugou can) without making a big deal out of it because she's embarrassed about having her shoulder hurt
(Aka this is me projecting onto said reader bc I'm in pain and just want a hug from Bakugou🥲😅)
I'm so sorry you're in pain and I hope you feel/are feeling better. Lots of hugs and Bakugo hugs for you! ♥ I accidentally wrote this a little differently than your request but I hope it's ok! if you would like for me to rewrite it, please let me know and I'll be glad to :)
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Word Count: 766
Even before you started dating, Bakugo would notice moments where you would just slightly flinch in pain or look like you were in some discomfort by how you moved sometimes. He didn't think to much about it at the time since he had only just meet you and was seriously focused on hero work. But now, since you've been dating, Bakugo has been paying a lot more attention to this. He considered it perhaps being only a thing that doesn't happen too often, but now that's he watching closely, he realizes something happened to cause your body to react like this.
Bakugo had also noticed you being a little down some days even though you try to hide how you were feeling from him and his friends. He didn't want to approach you about too soon, but eventually he becomes impatient with himself for not finding out the reasons why you're in pain on his own. Bakugo is very concerned about you and wants to know how he can help, but he doesn't know exactly how to communicate that to you.
Bakugo ends up coming to your room shortly after dinner. You can clearly see the worry on his face as he closes your bedroom door behind him. He has been a bit more open about his feelings with you. But the expression on his face scares you a little at first. Maybe you did something wrong?
"Y/N," He says while walking over to your bed and sitting on it. "What's going on?"
"What- what do you mean?" The last thing you were expecting was for him to know about the pain your shoulder was causing you, so you were very confused about what this was all about.
"You're hurting," Bakugo stares at you, "The entire time I've known you, you've been in pain for some reason. I want to know why... and why you didn't tell me," He tries to say this as kindly as possible. He is not mad at you at all and doesn't want to come off that way.
You freeze for a moment. You had no idea that he paid that close attention to you to be able to notice that. You thought you had been hiding it alright and that your acting skills were okay, but apparently you underestimated your boyfriend.
"I- I...um.." You started, fiddling with your fingers, "I dislocated my shoulder when I was younger... It got put back in place, but it didn't heal correctly, so now it causes chronic pain that happens... it starts up a lot and at random times too with some days worse then others. I didn't tell you or anyone because I was embarrassed of what everyone might think..."
Bakugo doesn't say anything for a few moments. Suddenly he gets up, goes over to you, and brings you into his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. These actions really take you by surprise. Usually Bakugo isn't this affectionate. You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest.
"If you're ever in pain, please let me know somehow, alright? I'll try to help how I can. You're my girlfriend- I want to take care of you and make sure you're healthy." Bakugo tells you softly. It's the softest he's ever spoken to you before. "I don't want you to go through this alone."
Then Bakugo just holds you for a while, keeping you close. You're the best thing that has ever happened to him and he wants you to be happy. You being in pain makes him so sad and so upset. Bakugo hates that you've been going through this alone and tries his best to subtly make up for that time without making you feel embarrassed or bad for not telling him.
It's hard for him to communicate this, but he's there for you. Bakugo is always going to be there for you. He may never say that aloud to you, but he knows this deep down. Whenever you have the sudden pain in your shoulder, he'll do his best to comfortable in his own ways. If you're out in public, Bakugo won't be as soft as he was with you that moment in your room when he found out about your shoulder, but he'll make sure that no one notices. He'll keep what happened between you a secret unless you're less embarrassed about your shoulder pain and are ready to tell your friends.
But no matter what happens concerning this chronic pain, just know you have Bakugo who will always be by your side.
Hello! Can I request a tasm peter x reader where they are already dating and the reader comes down with a nasty cold but refuses to rest because she has college and work to do so peter makes her rest cus she's just getting more sick from working
(Aka I actually do have a cold from hell and i am dying)
Thank you!!
AHHH of course! feel better love <3 (also isn’t proofread yet, i’m posting this real quick before i go into work)
rest with me
pairing; tasm!peter parker x reader
genre; pure fluff
warnings; strong language
au:/ first ever tasm peter imagine, i haven’t been able to get his portrayal of the character down since 2014 so let’s hope this goes well
If you had been asked the night prior, you would’ve said that there was no in hell your headache could possibly get any worse. But when another night with barely any sleep was added, and another day filled to the brim with running around at work and then studying until your eyes glazed over went by, your head was pounding in a way you didn’t think was even possibly. Tissues covered the floor around your desk, caused by your haphazard attempts at throwing them into the garbage, and a new pack of them was opened to your left next to your laptop.
You’d come down with a cold only a few days prior and what you’d hoped would be allergies that lasted only a day or two had turned into an illness that did nothing but make your work and school life all the more miserable. You’d been pushing yourself to do your absolute best on these midterms - to the point where your normal life schedule had been completely disheveled. What would normally be time for yourself to relax and eat a nice dinner after work had turned into studying all of the notes you’d written the entirety of the last two quarters. And what would usually be time to spend cleaning up your boyfriend after a night of crime-fighting and cuddling him until he fell asleep peacefully had, once again, turned into just extra time for you to review all your notes.
You’d felt bad about it of course. Peter put so much work into making the city a safer place and helping those in need and yet he still always managed to make time for you at the end of the night, whether he was bleeding half to death or on the brink of passing out halfway inside your window - he was always there. You’d been shitty to him, blocking him out when he tried to help and being too wrapped up in your work to hear your phone pinging or the knocks on your window. In your defense, you were just really determined to get good scores on these exams, and it didn’t help that you were just so tired. And apparently now, so so sick.
But, tonight was different. Tonight Peter was a boy on a mission and he was prepared to do just about anything he could to make sure you left your desk and just got some goddamn sleep. He didn’t bother knocking on your window after a night of patrolling, knowing that you’d either be too invested in your work or too zoned out of the real world to hear his incessant knocking. He pulled his everyday clothes on over his suit in the back alley behind your apartment building, and tucked his mask securely into his backpack before making his way around to the front door.
The doorman had seen him enter with you multiple times throughout the duration of your relationship, so he was let in without any hold-ups. Your apartment was on the seventh floor, three doors down to the left of the elevator. Apartment B73 was one of your proudest possessions, something you had worked so hard to be able to afford yourself while still in college, and you had quite literally turned it into your safe haven of sorts. The only possession you were more proud of, was your Peter. But as much as you loved him deeply, you hadn’t realized how much you’d bee neglecting him and your own health in recent weeks.
He stepped through the front door, which had been unlocked much to his concern, and shut it behind him after kicking off his shoes onto the mat. “Y/N?” He called softly, not wanting to startle you in case you hadn’t heard him come in. He received no answer from you, and as he trekked down the hallway he came to realize you weren’t in the living room or kitchen. A long sigh left his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed at them in frustration and exasperation.
He swore to God, that if he walked into that bedroom and you were huddled at your desk studying he was going to lose his shit. Low and behold, the second your bedroom door swung open, that was the sight he was met with.
“Y/N…” He began, walking up behind you. You showed no reaction to his voice and he rolled his eyes dramatically as it occurred to him that not only were you literally draining yourself, but you were also putting yourself in extreme danger. What would have happened if someone broke in and you had been too wrapped up in your studies to even realize that there was something going on?
He no longer cared much about startling you, he just wanted you to step back from your school work and just fucking rest. “Y/N, babe.” He spoke curtly, reaching out and grabbed your shoulder. You jumped in surprise and whipped around to face him as you let out a startled yelp.
Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could’ve sworn that you were on the verge of a heart attack but - it was just Peter. How had he gotten in? Did you leave the door unlocked? You didn’t know, but you were thrilled to see him. It’d been quite a few days since you both had gotten the chance to see each other. “Oh! Peter! Baby, you scared me.” You laughed wholeheartedly. He opened his mouth, most likely preparing to send back some half-assed comment about how that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been running on four hours of sleep for the past week, but you cut him off before he had the chance to do so. “Just give me a half to wrap up this subject and then I can make you a quick dinner? Have you eaten yet? I bet not with patrol.” You chuckled, turning to face your computer screen once more.
His hand jutted out to grab at the backrest of your chair and twirled you right back to face him. His face was set into a scowl and he narrowed his eyes at you. “When was the last time you ate a meal yourself?”
“Um…” You stuttered, hesitating before giving him an answer. You hadn’t been starving, you’d stopped at a connivence store to pick up some pain medication for your headache and had grabbed some snacks for yourself while you were there. “I had some Pringles earlier. But I just haven’t had much of an appetite with the… you know…” You trailed off, realizing you’d just accidentally exposed that you were also sick on top of everything else.
His facial expression softened drastically and he kneeled down to be at your level, grasping your hands in his and running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Baby, please. I know how passionate you are about school and I respect and adore all the work you put into it. But you cannot put your own health at standby for it. I know it seems like it’s the most important thing in your life right now, but nothing will matter when you’re not healthy enough to keep pushing through.”
You frowned and let out a low sigh. “I know, Pete. I just- I want to do a really good job on these exams and it feels like no matter how hard I try… I’m not grasping enough information. I haven’t learned enough to get me through. It makes me feel better… to constantly go over everything. It makes me a little less anxious.”
He felt his heart clench at your confession. He thought you had just been putting in this much work because it was mandatory of you, not because it helped lessen the pressure you had being forced upon you to get through the midterms with flying colors. He grinned suddenly at you, and you couldn’t help the contagious smile that begin curling at the corners of your lips. “Okay, how about this? We take a break, me from my Spider duties and you from your studying. We both go make ourselves a nice dinner and just relax for the night. We’ll put on a movie or something and just rest. Tomorrow, we can go back to what we do best - but we’ll do it in a healthy way this time. No pushing ourselves past our limit, and no fighting to the breaking point. Just one day at a time, my love.”
He knew the easiest way to get you to agree was to pretend he was doing it along with you. If he had just been trying to get you to take care of yourself, you would’ve continued trying to put up a fight. But, if you knew that he was also taking a breather from all of the pressure put on him - you’d agree in an instant.
You casted one last glance back at your laptop before turning to lock eyes with him once more. “Okay.” You nodded with a smile.
He leaned forward, moving his hands up to cup your face instead. “Okay?” He laughed giddily, pressing his forehead to your own.
You reached up, grabbing his forearms and titling your head to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, pulling you as close to him as possible - trying to soak up all the attention you were giving him after how busy you had been the past few days. You laughed against his lips, pulling back the tiniest bit to whisper to him, “Yeah, okay.”
Tom Holland’s Peter Parker really said “Look at me🥺 this isn’t you🥺. I can fix you🥺” to five of the most mentally and physically ill-ed beings he’s ever met.
I'm bored so if anyone wants to send me Tasm! Peter x reader requests then I'll write a little something for it😌 (I don't have many rules except that I don't write smut, also a few other things (inc*st r*pe, etc. Its pretty self explanatory for those ones. but just ask if you're not sure) but besides that I'm down to write just about anything! )
after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you're suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.
PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader
CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!!, mentions of suicide, angst angst angst angst, may parker deserves so much better and i apologize for putting her through this
WORD COUNT: 2.2k
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Here lies Peter Parker. Beloved son.
We shall meet again.
[Y/N] stands over his grave. There's a chill in the air, autumn has finally taken New York. She shivers, her coat a few sizes too big, and two hands make their way to her lapel to tuck the girl in tighter. May Parker let's out a sigh.
"We've got to get you a thicker coat," May says. There's a tired look in her eyes. The lines on her face seem deeper. She's pushing on fifty-two now. The grief has aged her far more. "You're going to freeze when December hits."
"This one was his, May," [Y/N] replies. The words make May take a temporary pause. "I can't just find a new one."
Wind sends the leaves skittering along the graves. The red and brown contrast greatly to the pure white bouquet of cleomes sat on the headstone. Spider flowers, [Y/N] thinks with a small smile. He'd appreciate the irony.
"I think Peter would rather you be warm and cozy in your own well-fitting coat than freezing to death in one of his old, worn, baggy ones," May eventually responded. [Y/N] wrapped her hands around her body, subconsciously pulling the coat even closer. She could still pretend it smelled like him if she tried hard enough. The warm scent of cinnamon with hints of oak and amber. The smell of home.
The older woman gave her a sad smile and comfortingly rubbed her back. "But, I understand. It's hard to let go of it when you can imagine it's him. You wouldn't believe how many of Ben's old flannels are still folded up in my dresser."
Quiet crept in again. [Y/N] could still remember Ben Parker's death, how Peter shut down, how May crumbled. How could that have been nearly eight years ago? May still had her days of darkness, when the grief became too much. She had lost a husband and a son. [Y/N] had watched this woman quite literally go through every mother's nightmare. How did she get out of bed? How did she go to work? How was she still breathing?
"How do you do it?" [Y/N] broke the silence, unable to hold her thoughts back any longer. "It's been three years, May, and I still wake up expecting him to be next to me. I still wait for a call, a text, letting me know he's going to be late to dinner again this week because he's gotten caught up with some robbery downtown. I come home from work and I wait. I wait for Peter to walk in with Chinese takeout, give me a kiss that takes my breath away, and sit down to explain his latest gadget idea to me. I look at the door and I wait. I wait it for to open and it never does."
A sob falls from her lips. Tears are streaming down her face openly now, though [Y/N] can't remember when they started. May embraces her, tightly, as if she's keeping the girl in one piece. They fall together as [Y/N]'s knees give in from the weight of it all. The ground is cold. The grass is dead. Peter's headstone has collected enough dirt to look beige. There is no sign of life, no sign of who he was. All of it is dull. It makes the sobs wrack through her body even harder.
The two women sit there for quite some time. May cradles [Y/N] in her arms, whispering soothing words in her ear as the waves of sorrow slowly become smaller and smaller. There's been a quiet understanding between them ever since Peter's passing. They were family now. Neither would ever grieve alone. Neither would ever be alone. This was not the first time May Parker had held her son's partner in her arms as she grieved the loss of her love, and it would not be the last.
"You won't believe me, but it does get easier," May speaks while gently petting the girl's hair. Her breath had finally evened out, she was fresh out of tears. "It took me almost three years to come to terms with Ben's passing. I'm still learning to live without him. Healing is not linear, darling. I know it seems like this is never ending, but you will make it through this. We'll both make it through this, together, hand in hand. I am never leaving you and you're sure as hell not leaving me on my watch."
[Y/N] let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from May to look level with her. There were a few tear streaks down the older woman's face and [Y/N] felt a pang of guilt. She hated upsetting May or making her worry even more than she already did. May gently pushed the hair out of her face and [Y/N] took her hand.
"I'm not going anywhere, May," [Y/N] replied, placing a gentle kiss on the older woman's knuckle. "I'd miss your meatloaf too much."
May snorted, standing up and helping [Y/N] off the ground. "Now, there is no point in lying to me to butter me up," She joked, brushing the grass and dirt off the girl's coat. "Why don't you come back to the house for a bit? I'll make some tea. We could finally take a crack at that pumpkin bread recipe you've been talking about."
As if on cue, the shrill screech of a police siren broke May's created facade of a peaceful night. The women shared a look, [Y/N]'s full of remorse while May's held sorrow.
"Duty calls." [Y/N] sighed. She really did want to try that pumpkin bread recipe.
There was a beat. May opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. She didn't have to. [Y/N] already knew.
"I know, May," The girl spoke up. "He wouldn't want this for me, and you're right, but he also wouldn't want New York to be completely on its own. This city needs a hero, a symbol of hope. It's selfish, but this is for me too. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on his legacy, I guess. As long as there's a Spider, there's still a piece of Peter around."
It had been hard informing May of the double life Peter had been living after he passed, but what else could [Y/N] have told her? "Ah yes, your son died in a very tragic car accident and that's why his spine was shattered into pieces and I was left completely unharmed although I was also at the scene." Lying to May after losing him just felt wrong.
So [Y/N] told her everything, about Spiderman, about the Green Goblin and the Osborns. And a few months later, when [Y/N] decided to take her late boyfriend's place and protect New York, the first thing she did was tell May. May, of course, pleaded with the girl not to go any further with the idea of Spiderwoman, but [Y/N] had her mind set. She was going to protect New York, not only for her home state's sake, but for Peter's memory as well.
May sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop [Y/N] and there was no point in wasting both of their time. She'd been trying to put an end to this for two years now, but the girl was stubborn. Peter had called it "overly ambitious". May couldn't help but think that Ben could've put an end to this somehow, but it was just her now. She'd find a way eventually.
"If you need anything," May finally spoke. "I'll be home all night. I don't have night rounds at the hospital for the rest of this week. You stop by, no matter how late, okay? Peter's old bed is always there for you."
[Y/N] felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Peter's childhood bedroom. She'd spent at least four months after his death practically rotting away in his bed. There were so many memories from their teenage years in that room. She didn't know if she could face them again without deteriorating.
"Thanks, May," [Y/N] gave her a small smile. "I'll shoot you a text if I decide to stop by. In the meantime, pamper yourself. You work too hard."
The women shared a hug, May giving the girl a warm kiss on the cheek before they finally parted ways. [Y/N] watched May make her way out of the graveyard before leaning down to Peter's headstone. She gently sat her forehead against the stone and closed her eyes.
"I really, really hope you're proud of me."
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It was late. She'd been out for hours now, patrolling around the entire state of New York. Stopped a few break-ins, prevented some drug deals, the usual crime scene. It had been quiet ever since Norman Osborn's death. His passing was sudden, an apparent suicide. The news had sent [Y/N] into a fit of rage.
"That coward took the easy way out. After everything he's done, after Peter, it's over because of a fucking self-inflicted gunshot to the head? It was supposed to be me, May. I wanted to watch him bleed."
[Y/N] sat close to the top of the Empire State building. This had been her and Peter's hiding spot. She could remember the first time he had brought her up here, sometime during junior year, and the view had completely taken her breath away. Peter had taken her hand and told her he loved her for the first time. It truly felt like they could've conquered the world together.
She took a breath, attempting to let herself relax for the first time in a few days. She was exhausted; her head was pounding and her body ached. It was a lot more difficult to do the job that Peter left behind without any super-human abilities. She was extremely lucky all of his equipment hadn't taken damage, trying to follow Peter's notes and blueprints felt like reading a foreign language. It was a miracle she hadn't taken life-threatening injuries yet, though she had ended up on May's doorstep needing help getting patched back up more times than she'd like to admit. Thank God for May Parker.
The wind up this high was chilling. It seemed to bite, but it held a certain familiarity that brought comfort. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the structure of the building. The red and blue of the suit reflected against the metal. She had managed to adjust Peter's old suit enough to get it to fit her smaller frame. She was cold. She never used to be cold up here.
Her eyes were getting heavier and it was dangerous to stay up this high, but she couldn't seem to care. She gave in almost at once, letting her eyes drift shut. I'll just rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. It's not like anyone will find me up here.
There was a brief moment of complete silence. No city sounds, no wind, she could barely hear the steady intake of her own breath. It was calm, almost as if she had made her way to the end of the world. A bright, nearly blinding light made [Y/N] squeeze her eyes shut tighter. What the hell?
The noise resumed. Cars honked, people yelled. [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the effect of the light, and noticed that the sun had risen. Had she accidentally fallen asleep and slept until morning? She'd have to send May a text. She always sent May an "I'm Ok! :)" after patrol. The woman must be worried sick.
[Y/N] made her way off of the building, slipping her mask back on and beginning to swing home. The sounds of Jonah Jameson's voice echoed through Times Square. Since when had he begun filming his episodes? She could've sworn the reporter only did his podcast.
J. Jonah Jameson sat at a desk, a stack of papers in his hand. His voice seemed to echo through the city. "Spider-Man continues his era of chaos with no remorse—"
That was weird. She had sworn everyone had switched to referring to the vigilante as Spiderwoman ever since the change had become more apparent. Also, when did Jameson go bald? He looked just... slightly off.
The reporter's rant on the hero continued. "When will you cease this meaningless destruction? After your betrayal to Mysterio, it's a miracle you have any public support remaining at all."
Mysterio? Who the hell was Mysterio?
The girl stopped, perching herself on the edge of a building and looking at the screen expectantly. She couldn't remember fighting a "Mysterio". There hadn't been a big bad in New York since the Goblin.
"It's time this little round of show-and-tell was put to an end," Jameson continued. "When will you face the facts? For the betterment of this city, you should be put behind bars. It's time you turned yourself in, Peter Parker."
[Y/N] felt her stomach drop.
The screen flashed. A photo of a teenaged boy was put on display. The words "PUBLIC ENEMY #1" were plastered over his face. Footage followed of the man Mysterio, accusing Peter of attempting to kill him. He revealed his identity and screen went to black.
[Y/N] could see Jameson's face appear back on the screen, but she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Something was extremely wrong here. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy that they had shown.
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