Anxious

Missed Me

Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Warning: Criminal activity??? Idk fam

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. DROP ME ONE. SWING ON BY. OR REQUEST A PART TWO FOR THIS. DO SOMETHING. THX.

To say you were a criminal felt like an insult. You weren’t a criminal, you were someone who had a gift and chose to use it to your benefit. Perhaps that was a criminal but you just called it being resourceful.

You sat on the counter of the darkened store, your legs dangling over the edge as you swung them back and forth. You held up the necklace to the little moonlight that peeked in through the otherwise pitch black store and thought it over. You were unsure whether your sister would really like the rhinestone heart charm but hell, it was the thought that counted, right?

You pocketed the necklace and hopped off the counter, humming softly to yourself. You then began to make your way through the store, looking at the various items that lined the racks and shelves. You never stole more than two to four things, you weren’t that much of a thief. And you only stole the cheaper things anyway.

You practically bounced around the store, like a child who was told they could pick any candy they wanted. The surveillance camera was of little concern to you, why, it’s not like the cameras could see you anyway.

The store was pitch black and because of some little accident, you were too. You liked to call it shadow blending, but you didn’t really know what it was. Either way, you could manipulate the shadows around you and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to use that to your advantage.

Just as you spotted a particularly attractive vest, you heard a noise off behind you. “A silent alarm, of course,” you scowled to yourself as you slinked around the clothing rack to look around the store. If the police were going to respond, you had to be out of there quick. Your powers wouldn’t work if the store was all lit up.

Instead, you saw no police. You just saw some kid in a flashy red and blue suit. “Hellooo?” he called out, looking around the store curiously. You quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he really thought someone would respond. “Burglars...you there?” He asked again and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Quickly your eyes widened as you scampered away from where you’d been standing, his attention now turned to where you previously were. You stood a few feet behind him now, mulling over whether or not you should mess with him. Making shadows move was just harmless fun for you.

You stepped closer to him, intending to concentrate on the shadows that surrounded you but it was like he could just sense you. He spun around on his heels and before you knew it, you found yourself back against the wall, some sort of netting (webbing rather) holding you in place as your illusion had worn itself off. “You know, it’s illegal to steal right?” He asked you, sounding fairly proud of himself. The hood over your head covered enough of your face that he shouldn’t be able to identify you, at least you hoped. This had never happened before.

Stupid silent alarms.

“You know it’s wrong to trap people to walls?” You shot back, struggling against the bindings. “Let’s make a deal here Spiderboy, you let me down and I won’t steal.”

“It’s...Spider-Man actually,” he corrected, somewhat sheepishly for a hero.

“Okay cool, let me down.”

“It’ll dissolve in a few hours, you’ll be fine. Just long enough for the cops to get here,” he told you matter-of-factly, crossing his arms over his chest. You could just imagine his face underneath that mask of his looking so proud about capturing you. With that, he began to head out. Well more or less, jump on top of a clothing rack, preparing to swing out of the open door. Clearly he was bit of a showboat.

“Yeah well, I have homework.”

“Should’ve thought about that before!” he called out, his voice fading into the night as you struggled against the binding before hanging your head. You let yourself calm as you concentrated hard on the darkness that surrounded you. You had only ever thought about your next step in theory, but you’d never actually done it.

If you could manipulate the darkness, could you solidify it? You felt your head pound as the concentration took its toll but you found yourself fall to the floor as your plan had worked and you managed to use the darkness like a knife, slicing you free.

You could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance and you sure weren’t going to stay around, as you rushed out the way you had came.

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“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” you heard his voice tease as you spun on your heels to face the Spider, who perched on the check out counter. Robbing a closed convenience store should’ve been an easy in-and-out job.

“Slow day?” You quipped, putting your hands up in false surrender. You certainly weren’t going to give up just because ‘Spiderboy’ thought he could take you.

“Night, actually,”

You hummed in response before sprinting to the side, using the darkness like a shroud to disappear. Just like you had hoped, he wasn’t ready as he jumped off of the counter and frantically searched the store for you.

“Missed me!” You yelled, as you had sprung over the check-out counter. In the confusion, you had gotten behind it and took the chance to ambush him. You pressed your hands into his back, shoving him into the nearest convenience rack. You then took off towards the entrance, but found the thick webbing tight around your hand.

“Missed me,” he retorted, pulling you back and swiftly connecting the webbing to the counter. Before you could even try to muster a reply, he sprung from the shop, leaving you high and dry. Or webbed and waiting for the cops.

You used your free hand to try and pry yourself free but no use. “What is this stuff made out of?” You asked aloud to no one in particular before settling for your previous escape attempt.

You snatched some gummy worms off the checkout counter before exiting the store, and literally disappearing into the darkness of night.

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The bakery was dark, as were you as you dragged your fingertips across the glass case that housed all of the delicious treats. Of course, you could try and make these at your apartment but chances were you’d just die trying.

Hopping behind the counter, you headed toward the encased cakes and surveyed them all. You truly wished you could have all of them but you knew that the delicate white one with pink flowers was all you really needed. Grabbing the large cake plate and pulling it out, you set it atop the counter. It was tough but you managed to resist the urge to swipe some of the frosting, though your subconscious was quite persistent.

You ducked down behind the counter as you grabbed a box for the cake, setting it inside. “You ever get tired of this?” You glanced up from your cake to spot the familiar blue and red boy in the bakery doorway.

“Do you?” You retorted as you shut the cake box, the Spider heading over. “Maybe if you let me go this one time, I’ll stop. Never know.”

He ignored you offer, probably knowing full well that you weren’t going to be that easy. “Nice cake,” he said instead while you moved the cake aside and stared at him across the counter.

The eyes of his mask seemed to squint at you before you lunged over the counter. He flipped backward, landing on all fours as you darted past him into the street. You made a mad dash down the desolate street, knowing full well he was probably swinging from the flickering light posts after you.

You spun around just in time to cause the light bulb of the post he was on to fritz out, making a loud popping noise. You thought you heard him shriek for a second as he jumped down onto the ground.

But you weren’t going to stay around to find out as you rounded the corner. You intended to round the block, duck back into the bakery, and snatch the cake before returning to the safety of your apartment.

The Spider was back a ways now, giving you just enough of a head start. You cut into the nearest alley, squeezing through the familiar hole in the fence as you ran back to the bakery.

You scooped up your cake box into your arms as you dashed out, only to cause the all too expected pest to jump from the roof and land in front of you. “I think it’s time for your just desserts,” he quipped as you just scoffed.

“Was that a pun, Spiderboy?” you asked before the webbing flew from his wrist and wrapped around your cake box. He pulled it from your hands into his own, before assuming his tactic from before of using the light posts. “I stole that fair and square,” you spat as you dashed after him, concentrating hard.

Luckily your powers were on your side as you created a dark sphere, that pushed the cake box from his grasp. You crashed onto your stomach as you reached out, both literally and with your powers for the cake box.

The cake box was cushioned by its fall into the shadows, you quickly dashing over to take it and run. All you had to do was get back home and then you were safe.

So, you ran and ran. The night covered you for as much as it could before you eagerly climbed the fire escape into your room. You didn’t know if the Spider was still following you but you didn’t have the energy to care. Aside from setting the cake onto your dresser, the last thing you remember was falling into a deep sleep on your bedroom floor.

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“Cordelia,” you sang as you lit the candles on the cake, your sister begrudgingly letting you. She swore she hated any acknowledgment of her birthday but you were living with her and she loved you and kept you alive so you were going to acknowledge it very much so. “I won’t sing because I know you’ll probably stab me, but blow out the candles!”

Cordelia rolled her eyes but leant forward, knocking the flames out with one good blow. You clapped happily as you let Cordelia slice the cake. She wasn’t one to object to cake or presents, she just didn’t enjoy being the center of attention. Though it was hard not to make someone the center of attention when there were only two of you.

You slid a small gift wrapped box across the counter with a smug grin as Cordelia rose an eyebrow. “If this isn’t a million dollars in cash, I’ll be very disappointed,” she confessed as you waved her off.

You reached a hand into the bag of gummy worms that you had also gifted Cordelia just when you heard the bell ring. You decided to ignore it just momentarily in order to witness Cordelia open her gift.

“Now this is actually beautiful,” Cordelia exhaled, taking out the necklace with a rhinestone heart. “Looks like you do have good taste after all, Y/N,”

You gave her a glare as you headed toward the door as the bell rung a second time. Pulling open the door, you were met with the face of your classmate, Peter Parker. You had completely forgotten that he was coming over to work on a project with you today. Why’d you even invite him over on your sister’s birthday?

You mentally scowled at yourself but gave Peter a smile. “Hey! We’re just finishing a little celebration-“

“Not a celebration!” Cordelia called out, making you roll your eyes.

“For my sister’s birthday. But you can come in and then we can get to work, yeah?” Peter nodded, adjusting the bookbag on his shoulder as you stepped aside to let him in.

You shut the door behind as your sister gave you a quizzical look, clearly wondering about the boy now in your apartment. “Oh yeah! Peter, this is Cordelia, sister. Cordelia, this is Peter, a friend from class,”

“Hi, it’s, uh, nice to meet you,” Peter greeted her as he gave her a shy wave.

“Slice of cake?” Cordelia offered as extended a plate out to Peter. Peter surely wasn’t going to turn down the slice as he took it from her and you moved to get your own.

“Did you make this?” He questioned you as you got a fork for him and yourself.

“Baking skills don’t really run in the Y/L/N family I’m afraid,” you joked, though it was all too true. Peter chuckled lightly too, eyeing the design of the cake. “Come on,” you instructed as you grabbed one more gummy worm and headed into your room with Peter following.

You two settled onto the floor in your room as you grabbed your bag. “What’s this for again?”

Peter attempted to answer you, but his mouth was full of cake so you just waved him off. As you searched your bag, Peter glanced around the room. His eyes landed on the familiar jacket you wore out at night. “Is...that yours?” He asked, his voice seemingly growing nervous.

You glanced up to spot the jacket on your chair. “I assume so, considering it’s in my room,” Peter chuckled lightly but something seemed off. “You okay, Parker?”

“Me? Oh yeah, definitely. I’m fine, completely fine,” he reassured, but you were quite positive something was off. Peter then turned his attention toward your window.

“I’ve got a great view,” you revealed, which was a clear joke. You certainly didn’t have much of a view besides the neighboring apartment building and the fire escape.

“You know what, I have to go!” Peter exclaimed suddenly, scrambling for his things. “Just remembered, my Aunt’s gonna be home soon and I, uh, wanted to...be there...before she...I have to go!”

Something was definitely wrong and you weren’t going to just let Peter go before you knew what. You jumped to your feet, standing in front of your bedroom door you stared him down. “You’re hiding something,” you decided, poking him in the chest.

“Me? Hiding something?” Gosh, he sounded like some cheesy comic book character. Though you had to admit, he was cute all flustered.

“You’re acting very weird,” you explained as you tried to figure it out yourself. He saw the cake and got suspicious, your jacket and got worried, and then saw your window and wanted to leave. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared back at him. You took a step closer as Peter instinctively took a step back.

And so you stepped closer, and closer until Peter tumbled back onto your carpet after tripping over your backpack.

You looked down at him before deciding to try something. The worst that could happen was that he freaked more and ran off, which he was going to do anything. So, you stepped backwards some until you were able to reach the light switch.

You flicked the switch, the light in your room fading away. The only light now was the moonlight through your bedroom window. You stood before Peter now, your hand extended to your side. You closed your eyes for a moment as you caused a small sphere of shadow to appear in your palm.

You looked toward the Parker boy as you saw not fear nor even surprise in his eyes but a sense of confirmation like his suspicions were right. And for you, that’s when it clicked.

“It’s you,” you both gasped in unison as Peter scrambled to his feet and your hands fell down at your sides.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man? You didn’t know whether or not you bought it, but he did seem like the type.

“Does this mean you’re going to flirt with me now?” you asked, completely serious as you crossed your arms over your chest. Peter gasped at you, clearly not expecting such a response. “I mean, you flirted with me when I was out there so,”

“I was not!” Peter quickly defended himself but you just rolled your eyes. “You flirted with me!”

You gasped loudly, throwing a hand to your chest. Hell, you didn’t even know if you knew how to flirt let alone if you had the courage to do so. “I most certainly was not! I was merely a victim of bad puns!”

“That was one time!”

“I’m sure it was,” you countered as you both now stood before each other, without anything else to say. “...are you still going to leave? Because we do have a project to finish,”

“Are you going to hit me with darkness?”

“Darkness,” you chuckled, unsure if that was even what your power really was. “Not unless you try to steal the cake in the kitchen,”

“You tried to steal, I tried to return it,”

“Touché,”

And with that, the both of you sat down on the floor and resumed your work. Of course, now both of you were scarily aware of just what the other did in their free time. And for some reason all it did was more you look at the Parker boy in a new light.

A light in which you found yourself wanting to be in as well.

prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

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1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

Could I have an SPN and a MCU ship please? I'm a 5'6 woman with black hair and light blue eyes. I am an INTP Ravenclaw who oft' plays an elf fighter. My favorite color is a deep dark blue. I am a huge fangirl: Sherlock, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Pokemon, Supernatural, MCU, Once Upon a Time, etc. Thank you!

—I ship you with Dean Winchester!

i wrestled with charlie but that might be too much fangirl for one relationship, y’know?

dean, however, is just secretly fanboy enough. it takes a lot to make him de-stress but when you can? you both love laying back and watching some lotr. (dean really adores legolas for some reason)

you’re a massive help on hunts. dean worries about you getting hurt but you’re always ready for research and you’re pretty intuitive. sam definitely appreciates the help even if dean’s weary about it all. 

cas also loves you. you love to throw movie or tv show references at him and watch him be thoroughly confused. you and dean sometimes try and see who can confuse him the most. (dean holds the record but he loves it when you think you’re winning)

at the end of a long hunt, you and dean just love to curl up together as dean plays with your hair and you’re muttering your latest theories or headcanons to him. it’s literally the softest thing thank you. he loves you.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

im sensing a type but no this is a great ship wow

you’re always in tony’s lab trying to help out and even if you’re not quite sure what you’re doing, he enjoys all of the help. you’re always giving him new ideas and he’s basically just always inspired with you around

anything he hasn’t watched, you’re making him watch. he most certainly misses out doing various important things because he’s staying home and binging all of sherlock. he’s a busy man now. 

also he’s definitely not trying to buy your love—we all know you already love him—but do you want to own the entire supernatural series? do you want to go to comicon? yes? great, he’s buying everything. he just loves seeing you happy and he will do whatever he has to. 

tony has nightmares and that’s no secret to you but to think you wont turn on narnia or old pokemon reruns and make some hot chocolate at 3am to calm him down is nonsense. you’ll do anything for him. (he loves team rocket for some reason?) 

Heyy, what characters do you most like to write????

oof i love to write so it’s pretty much everyone bUtim kinda partial to- peter parker - probably most of the avengers bc current marvel kick?- raven reyes - bellamy blake- cisco ramon - wally west oop - kara danvers - liam dunbar - malia tate/hale- cheryl blossom lotta fandoms so generally lotta favesand i haven’t even written for most of these yet oofbut again i generally just love to write sO

KIDS PLS REQUEST. REQUEST AWAY. REQUEST PLS.

im gonna start cranking out these imagines so request while you cAN. REQUEST RIVERDALE, TEEN WOLF, REQUEST! MARVEL, DC!

check my fandoms out bY CLICKING THE LINK IN MY BIO! CHECK OUT MY PROMPT LIST IF YOU’RE OUTTA IDEAS BUT YOU RLY WANT THAT BETTY COOPER IMAGINE.

DO IT ALL.

REQUEST.

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Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.

Hi, I was wondering if I could get a The 100 ship. My names Amanda. I have red hair and eyes that can be blue, green, or grey. I'm really short, like only about 4'9, and I'm little on the fuller side. I'm kind of quiet, my favorite thing to do is read and my schooling is really important to me, I'm actually currently a psychology student. That's me in my icon by the way.

—I ship you with Lincoln kom Trikru!

lincoln is most definitely infatuated by you, don’t even test me here. octavia who? oops. you’re the first sky person he sees and you’re just off to the side, taking it all in and he. is. sold. 

he *loves* when you tell him things you’ve read about, whether it be some story you’ve read or some psychology facts. tell him all. he’s here and ready to listen

he’s tall, okay, very tall. a tall man. he loves to hug you from behind and he enjoys kissing the top of your head. easy access plus? soft. he’ll also braid your hair. he can, of course he can. 

he really loves you, you and him will sit in silence for hours and he couldn’t careless because you’re just in his lap reading and he’s content. we love a wholesome relationship.

whether or not you decide to integrate into the grounders or stay with the sky people, he’s here for whatever you decide. he just wants you to be happy and he would die to make that happen, okay? okay, great. 

a soft and pure ship, mhm

Scowling

Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Warning: Family Drama but it’s the Hales, I mean ofc

Summary: A worried older brother leads you to angrily watch your boyfriend at lacrosse practice.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

short and sweet??? idk

Drama in your family was far from a surprise. In fact, it was sort of a given. Being a Hale came with its own connotations and you held to deal with them since you were young.

Cora was your fraternal twin sister and when the fire occurred, she had helped you escape the house. You both had then fled, determined to stay together. But when you had gotten back to Beacon Hills to find out your older brother, Derek, was still alive, things changed.

Not only did you want to stay in Beacon Hills but you wanted to help out Scott and his friends as much as possible. Needless to say, your siblings—who had always treated you like a baby in need of protecting like everyone in your family—weren’t too keen on the idea but they trusted Scott.

You had gotten into a fight with Derek just recently. While Cora had gone and left Beacon Hills, Derek had come back in the wake of a supposed Deadpool. It was a list of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills as well as a price for their head.

You were on it.

You turned up to Devonford Prep with a scowl permanently planted on your face. You flopped down onto the open bleachers and watch with little interest as the lacrosse team is in the midst of practice. It didn’t take long for the practice to pause and for your boyfriend, Brett, to jog over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here? You don’t usually show up until the end of practice.” He walked up and took the open seat beside you. You felt like you’re radiating irritation but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m angry, but what’s new?” You questioned with a cynical tone as your scowl seemed to deepen. Brett moved to sit on the bleacher a step lower, turning around to face you. “You can’t help, if you’re wondering.”

“Just smile,” he said, looking up at you, “I really need to see you smile right now.” As he took your hands in his, you couldn’t help it as your lips tugged upward. “There it is.”

“Derek wants me to leave town,” you scoffed, interlocking your fingers with his in an effort to keep calm. “I know this Deadpool thing is dangerous and all, but I’m not a kid!” Brett chuckled lightly, prompting your brows to furrow. “What?”

“They’re pretty serious about this money thing, Y/N.”

“And I’m serious about staying here!” You retorted with a pout. You sighed finally, pulling your hands from his and cupping his face. “You can’t make me leave either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded before connecting your lips. You both ignored the few wolf-whistles from the team as you pulled apart. “Derek just cares about you, I think you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“I don’t like when you’re right,” you whined, scrunching your nose up as Brett got to his feet. A whistle sounded, signaling that practice was continuing. “Go and be athletic.” Brett smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to rejoin the team.

You watched the lacrosse team continue practice, a small smile on your face.

“The boys from Mystic Messenger wouldn’t treat me like this.”

— Me, whenever something mildly inconveniences me.