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askintothevoids · 3 years
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She keeps on licking my finger when I do it.
Ahh, she reverse the spell, she want vengeance
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asilcorner · 3 years
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Don’t mind me, I’m just writing down all the little things I know, noticed or keep quoting after my rewatch of the Animaniacs, as well as games and comics. I literally can’t hold in my excitement for the reboot in for more than 10 minutes without bursting into tears.
Apparently the Warners were born/drawn on the 30th of March at 2.43 in the morning in the year 1929. Later they change it to 1930.
1934 the Warners are deemed dangerous and too zany, so they get locked into the water tower for 60 years.
However not consecutively, they do escape whenever the tower is in need of cleaning (they mention termites)
The years they escaped were 1945, January 21st 1968, 1977 and November 1989. There are no other mentioned, but there probably were
Yakko is 14, Wakko is 11 and Dot is 10 years old and they haven’t aged a single day since their creation
Yakko is lactose intolerant, but it’s not clear how bad it actually is, while Wakko has hyperglycemia
Wakko is apparently absolutely terrified by clowns
Dots real name is Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third
Yakko in the comics has a second name, which makes him Yakko Alvin Warner and I am still laughing about it
When also asked in the comics about their gender Yakko answers with male, Dot with female and Wakko with other, he’s non-binary now, I say so
While the Warners usually do stuff together, they do split up and have alone time; Yakko for example loves to play with paddleballs or does read in his free time
Wakko is the quiet one, usually also called the dumbest; however, he has a very impressive talent in building Rube Goldberg-nesque machines that take a lot of mental gymnastics and math
Dot in the meantime loves to write poetry and recites it in front of audiences
In episode 99 is a footnote for ep 100 that there will be a new episode, we just need to wait and wait and wait! And it wasn’t a lie
One episode was called “The final space cartoon, we promise” since they overused the trope, and now I hope they make another one, calling it “Sike, we lied, another space episode”
Yakko calls the others “siblings” or “sibs”, sometimes even “sister/brother-sib” or other nicknames like “garbage disposal” or “princess” and it makes my heart melt
There are very seldom times where the Warners are at a loss about what they should do, but when it happens, it’s always Wakko and Dot looking at Yakko to come up with a plan
In the same breath if he gets stuck, he does rely on them and usually asks for “Uhhhhhhhhh, a little help here, please?”, which makes their dynamic absolutely precious to me
Yakko’s also usually the one they cling to or hide behind, while he’s the one guarding them or acting as a wall; we stand big brother/step-up dad Yakko in this household
Quotes that won’t leave me alone
Yakko (Y), Wakko (W), Dot (D), Scratchy (S), Other (O)
(S) “You will learn the meaning of futility, even if it kills me!” (W) “…It’s your funeral…”
(W) “Maybe we are dogs? Cute little dogs! With ears! Woof woof! And little tails that we can wag!”
(Y) “There is no time like the present!” (W) “Is the present for me?” (D) “If he gets one, I want a present, too!” (Y) “Aren’t siblings the worst sometimes?”
(D) “The reception’s as bad on these as it is in the states.” (Y)“Technology makes the world smaller every day”
(W) “The sense of smell is the way you tell that you need to change your socks!”
(S) “How do you feel?” (Y) “With my hands”
(D) “I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m really really mad, you poked me with your elbow in my side!” (Y) “No I didn’t!” (D) “Yes, you did! You did! And I’m just a little kid...”
(Y) “This may be a silly question, but why does he want to eat us?” (D) “Fad diet?” (W) “’Cause we kinda taste like chicken?” (Y) “How would you-… Nevermind”
(Y) “You know this means war!” “-ner!”
(W) Theres a sense of pride, that you have deep down inside (Y) When you practice a sense of fair play (D) Sense of wonder, sense of beauty (W) Sense of honor, sense of duty
(O) “It says here you live in a tower!” (Y) “That’s right, Ned!” (O) “Well, tell us a little about it.” (Y) “…We live in a tower, Ned.”
(Y) “It’s that time again!” (W) “To make the fox censors cry?”
(Y) “There is something missing…” (D) “You mean talent?”
(O) “I can’t thank you enough!!!” (Y) “You can try”
(O) “I’m Count Dracula” (Y) “Didn’t you use to teach math at sesame street?”
(Y) “It’s a great big universe and we are really puny! We’re tiny little specks about the size of Mickey Rooney!”
(O) “Ah! You must be the smart one!” (D) “I’m the cute one!” (W) “And I’m the psychologically unhinged one”
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 years
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New Fic!
What May Said- happyaspie
Summary: When May goes out of town for a week to attend her best friend's wedding she allows Peter to remain in New York under Tony's care... but not before giving the man a list of rules to follow. Peter ends up being less than thrilled by how his time at the tower starts but with time, comes understanding. ...for both Tony and Peter.
-or- Nearly 5,000 words of Tony being an annoying helicopter dad.
Warnings: None  Rated: G Word Count: 4846
Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Tony Stark is Trying his Best, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro...  ...
It took less than forty-eight hours for Peter to begin regretting his agreement to stay with Tony while his aunt was off somewhere in Florida attending her best friend's wedding.  Of course, he'd been given the option to come along as her plus one and spend a week at the beach but he'd declined in favor of his vigilantism.   He couldn't be Queen's friendly neighborhood Spider-man if he as laying around on the beach for six days.  However, bringing up his heroism as the main cause of his reluctance to join, may not have been the best idea.  
"You know, as much as I love and respect your choice to go out and gallivant all over the city helping people, I'm not sure I want you doing that without me here," May had said when he'd first brought it up.
"I'd been doing it for months before you ever even found out about it and I was fine," Peter had replied without thought.  Once again, realizing too late that maybe that hadn't been the right thing to say.
May marginally agreed with a nod of her head but clearly wasn't anywhere near convinces. "That may be so," she said, -"but now I know and I can't help but worry about you.  What if something happens to you while I'm gone?  -and who's going to make sure you do your homework before you go out and enforce your curfew?" he asked with mild concern.
"I'll be fine May.  It's six days and only three of them are actual school days.  I have Monday off," Peter had tried to reason but it was of no use.  He could see the wheels in his aunt's head-turning and knew that if he wanted to be able to stay home, he needed to think fast.  "If it'll make you feel better, I could stay with Ned," he said with a wave of his hand, hoping that offering to sleepover at his best friend's house would be a good compromise but clearly it wasn't.
With a knowing smile, May had crossed her arms over he chest and shook her head. "No way.  If you're going to stay here, I want you and your alter-ego to be under some sort of supervision, and Ms. Leeds had no idea that you're Spider-man."  
Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes and suggested the only other solution he could come up with. "What if I stay with Mr. Stark?  I stay there all the time on the weekends.  I'm sure he won't mind.  It might even be fun," he'd proposed even though he wasn't actually sure if Tony would mind or not.  He didn't actually have any idea how his mentor typically spent his time during the week, though he assumed much of it was dedicated to working in his lab or going to meetings.
After some thought, it had been decided that staying at the tower would be sufficient and Tony had eagerly agreed.   When May had said that she needed to talk to him in order to 'lay down some ground rules' Peter had been somewhat annoyed but not really worried about it.  Seeing as he would be expected to be in school while she was gone, he'd gone ahead and assumed that she wanted to talk to him about homework and what time school started and whatnot.  Things that, technically, he could handle all by himself but he'd not wanted to argue and end up being forced to accompany her to the wedding.
As the date grew closer, Peter started to become more and more excited about the idea of living with Tony Stark for a week.  If the weekends were any indication then it was going to mean, a lot of take-out, goofing off around the penthouse and late nights in the lab.  He knew he would still have to go to school and he was definitely planned to patrol regularly but he was looking forward to the change of pace that would be in between.  He was sure it was going to be the best week of his life.
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It felt like an eternity but eventually, the day came.  Peter hugged his aunt on his way out the door and endured what felt like the longest school day in the history of school days, waiting for the last bell to ring.  Even then, he couldn't get to the tower fast enough.  Public transportation seemed to be taking forever and he wholly regretted not taking Tony up on the offer to have Happy pick him up.   However, the moment the bus finally paused at his stop, he went straight up to Tony's private floor, where he was met by the man himself.  Though, he was looking decidedly dismayed.  
"Is that blood?" Tony asked, never taking his off of where Peter's fingers were just peeking out of his sweater's overly long sleeves.  "What happened?"
"Huh?" Peter replied as he followed Tony's gaze towards his right hand and held it up to inspect it.  The man wasn't wrong.  There was a small amount of blood dried around the tip of his ring finger.  He didn' think it was that big of a deal.  Especially since it took him several seconds to put together why his finger had been bleeding at all. "-Oh.  My nail kept snagging on my sweater so I tried to bite it and it kind of ripped.  I'm okay," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders but his mentor looked far from placated.
With a deep sigh, Tony took two long strides towards where Peter was still examining his hand.  "You know," he said as he tried to get a better look at the damage himself.  "May said for me to make sure that you don't get hurt while you're here.  -and what do you do?  You walk in, first thing, with blood on your fingers.  Did you wash it?" he asked, more as a prompt than an inquiry.  Obviously the kid hadn't washed it.  
"Um..." Peter replied with a glint of a smile crossing his face.  He wasn't really sure what to make of the dramatics.  
Ignoring the mirthful look he was receiving, Tony took the boy by the shoulder and guided him towards the kitchen sink.  "Come on, kid.  Let's go get that cleaned up."
Peter followed along, all the way up until the man started pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink.  Then he just laughed.  "You know, it's probably already healed, right? I just need to wash my hands," he stated but when Tony glared at him, he relented. "Alright, geez.  Whatever," he said, holding his hand out so that his mentor could pour peroxide over the practically non-existent injury.
Once he had been released from the kitchen with a bandaid wrapped around the tip of his finger, Peter carried his backpack into his room.  As he piled what little bit of homework he had onto his desk he involuntarily shook his head.  He wondered what exactly May had said to make Tony react as he had over something so mundane. He was pretty sure that when May had told the man not to let him get hurt, that him picking at his nails had been the least of her concerns.
The work that he'd been assigned took no time at all and Peter was soon wandering back into the living area, already suited up, ready to grab a snack before taking off.  That was the routine that he and May had long since established and he assumed that Tony had been filled in on that.   That is until the man he spotted the man staring at him from across the room with a confused look across his face.  
"Are you going out already?" Tony asked as his eyes flicked between Peter and the large clock on the wall.  The kid had been there for less than an hour and he wasn't one hundred percent convinced that enough time had passed for any kind of homework to have been completed.  Not that he had any idea how long it should take but considering that the boy went to an advanced math and science school, he assumed it would take a while.
"Uh... Yes?" Peter replied, while hurriedly scarfing down a granola bar and a couple of cheese sticks.  He couldn't quite sort out where that question was coming from.  
"You did all of your homework already?" Tony asked dubiously.  
Peter nodded his head, wiped the crumbs off of his hands over the sink, and downed a glass of water before answering.  "All of it except studying for Spanish but I can do that when I get back," he said as he checked his web-fluid cartridges and started towards the door that led to the balcony he often leaped from.  However, before he could cross the room, his mentor stepped between him and the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Nuh-uh.  Go back to your room and study," Tony said, gesturing wildly towards the hallway behind the kitchen.  "May said I'm supposed to double-check that all of your homework is done before allowing you to go out and it's not, so, go."
For a second, Peter cocked his head to the side in bemusement.  He'd not meant to imply that he'd skipped out on some kind of big assignment.  He just needed to go over a few things for an upcoming test.  "It's just some flashcards, Mr. Stark," he clarified, "I can look at them before I go to bed."
"Nope," Tony said with full authority before nudging the teenager away from the door.  "In fact, why don't you go get them?  I'll sit down and go over them with you," he added because that seemed like the best way to guarantee that the kid actually got it done.  
With a roll of his eyes, Peter tried to duck out of the hand that was still persistently prodding at his shoulder.  "I don't need you to-" he began before deciding that it would be easier to just give in to the situation.  It wasn't like there was much to study.  Arguing would take up more time than the flashcards would.  "- Alright.  I'll go get them."
The second Peter out of the building he sighed in relief.  Tony had been acting weird since he'd arrived and for the first time ever, he was happy to be outside of his presence for a while.  Though given the way afternoon had gone, he half expected the man to call and check up on him at least once while he was but that never happened.  He was even more surprised when he climbed back into the penthouse that evening, that the man wasn't sitting there waiting for him.
Assuming that FRIDAY had already told Tony that he was home and without injury, Peter went over to the fridge and warmed up some leftovers.  The sandwich he'd bought earlier hadn't stuck with him and he was practically starving.  He took his time finishing his plate, cleaned up after himself, and then went to take a shower and change into his pajamas before flopping onto his bed.  He'd just finished texting Ned and was just getting into the book that MJ had loaned him when Tony came into the room without so much as a knock.
"Why are you up?  It's past eleven and you have school tomorrow," Tony asked from where he'd paused in the doorway.  
"Ten-forty-five is my curfew, not my bedtime, Mr. Stark," Peter gently teased before trying to bring his attention back to his book.  
"I'm pretty sure the whole point of the curfew is to keep you from staying up all night.  May said that you're supposed to get a minimum of eight hours of sleep.  That means you should be asleep by eleven-thirty," Tony said, already crossing the room with the intention of prying reading material out of the kid's hands.  He'd just managed to get his fingers on it when the teenager jerked it out of his reach.
"-Mr. Stark!" Peter squawked, still keeping a tight grip in the book.   "I'm reading.  It's not like I'm playing video games and chugging energy drinks," he complained but his words didn't seem to affect his mentor at all.  The man, while no longer trying to get the book out of his sticky hands, was still looking at him with his brows knit together.
Not looking to start a fight but also not wanting to give in so easily, Peter tossed the book onto the bedside table with more force than necessary.  "Fine.  I'm going to bed," he said and then poignantly rolled over so that his back was to the door.  Yet even with all of his irritation, he couldn't stop himself from tacking on a quiet, "Good-night, Mr. Stark," once the man had turned off his lamp for him.
"Good-night, Buddy," Tony softly returned, patting the disgruntles kid gently on the back as he clicked the door closed
Peter went right to sleep and by morning, the previous day's irritation had already been forgotten.  He rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen to have some juice, and then popped back into his room to get ready for the day.  He realized as he was throwing his clothes on that he still didn't really know what Tony did while he was at school but he assumed that whatever it was didn't require him to be up at seven-thirty in the morning.  As such, when he heard his name being called as he ran towards the elevator, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Hey, Pete!  Where the fire?" Tony chuckled from the kitchen.  When his early alarm had done off, he'd considered not getting up to see the kid off but now he was glad he had.  Apparently the boy was planning on bolting out the door without eating any breakfast and he wasn't about to let that happen.  "Get back over here and eat something"
"I had some juice when I got up, Mr. Stark, and I'm going to buy some doughnuts on the way to school," Peter said with a smile.  He appreciated that his mentor wanted to make sure that he was eating but he already had that covered.  The plan was to grab something from the corner store so there would be time to meet up with Ned before class.  They had a lot to talk about.
"Doughnuts aren't exactly a healthy breakfast, kiddo," Tony said with a smile.  He knew it was a little hypocritical considering he only planned on having a few cups of coffee to start the day but the kid didn't need to know that.  "I bought some yogurt and there's a whole bowl of fruit here on the counter.  How about some of that instead?"
"You made me chocolate chip waffles for breakfast just last Saturday," Peter blandly returned, though he was quick to note that his mentor looked completely unimpressed by his assessment.
"Yeah, but this is a school day and May said that I needed to make sure you were eating things with actual nutritional value while you were here," Tony returned without missing a beat.  
"Well, the good news is that I have an enhanced metabolism.  I make sure to double up on the veggies at lunch," Peter replied before turning his back to leave.  "Bye, Mr.-" he began but was interrupted when banana hit him right smack in the back of his head.  "Hey!  What was that for?" he called out over his shoulder with a glare.
Rather than answering the question, Tony pointed towards the fruit that was still laying on the floor at the kid's feet and gritted his teeth.  "Eat the banana and then you can go," he hissed.  All he wanted the kid to do was to eat something of substance before he left and the boy was being difficult. It was annoying and he suddenly wondered if that was what Rhodey felt like every time he had to drag him away from his books, to the campus cafeteria while they were at MIT.  He made a mental note to, sort of, apologize for that at some point.  Then his thoughts were interrupted by the kid shouting at him.
"You can just throw food at me and think that-" Peter started to growl, still rubbing the back of his head where the fruit had struck him.  It hadn't hurt so much as he was trying to make a point.  Although that point was tossed to the side the moment Tony picked up an apple and it looked like he was about to throw that at him too.  "-Okay, okay.  I get it.  I'll eat the stupid banana. Are you happy now?" he asked, as he aggressively tugged at the peel and took a bite.
"Yes.  Very," Tony said with an approving nod of his head.  Then he smiled sweetly and told the kid to have a good day before disappearing down the hall with a mug of coffee in his hands.  
After that, going to school almost seemed like a blessing.  He still managed to get there early and sat on the steps sharing his hurriedly purchased doughnuts with his best friend while he ranted about the previous twenty-four hours.  "It's crazy!  He's crazy.  I'm telling you, Ned, he worse than May.  It's weird," he grumbled while Ned smiled back at him.  "-and It's not funny."
"It kind of is," Ned replied as he pulled the last sugary pastry out of the bag and broke it in two.  "He's acting like your dad and, I'm sorry, but that's hilarious," he elaborated with a grin, offering his friend, the slightly larger half.  
While Ned was willing to laugh it all off, Peter wasn't.  He'd been expecting to have an easy-going care-free week, out from under May's watchful eye. Tony taking over her role with such vigor had been unexpected but he tried to stay optimistic, hoping that by the time he got back to the tower, the man would be back to his usual laid-back, if not slightly sarcastic self.    
Except it would not work out that way.  He left school in a generally good mood, followed Ned home so that they could exchange some quick notes and then caught the next bus to Manhattan.  Upon his arrival, he took the elevator straight to the penthouse to get started on his homework and was met at the door by his mentor who looked five kinds of frazzled.  "Uh... is everything okay, Mr. Stark?" he asked, wondering what could have possibly happened to make the man appear as though he'd been trying to pull his hair out.  
"Where have you been!  I've been looking all over for you!" Tony barked in return, while simultaneously pulling Peter into a nearly strangling hug.  
"I went to Ned's house after school for a few minutes," Peter replied while rapidly tapping the man's arm in an attempt to get him to let up.  Once he'd been released, he took an overly dramatic breath and shook his backpack and jacket off onto the floor.   "We're doing a history project together and I needed to get his notes so I can start my part of it."
"-And you didn't think to tell me that you were going to be late?" Tony questioned in a tone that was somewhere between relieved and mildly annoyed.  He knew the day hadn't exactly started out on the right foot and had been a little worried that the kid had decided to not come back.  He'd spent the last ten minutes wondering how he was supposed to explain that to May without her climbing through the phone to strangle him.  He was sure if anyone could do that, it would be her.
"Honestly?" Peter replied with a defeated sigh, "No, because it's not that big of a deal, Mr. Stark.  I'm only twenty-five minutes later than I was yesterday," he said because it wasn't.  He could understand the man being upset if he'd walked in an hour later than expected but twenty-five minutes?  That was nothing.  Especially when you thought about how bad New York traffic could get at times.  
"I was worried, Pete!" Tony strained.  "May said for me to make sure that you get to and from school every day and you couldn't be bothered to let me know that you would be late?" he asked, gesturing towards the kid's backpack.  "You have a phone, you know."
That was it.  That was all Peter could take before he finally snapped.  "Would you stop it!  I'm sorry I didn't call you or something but you're acting all crazy over nothing.  Even May wouldn't freak out over less than half an hour and it's not like you called me either!" he shouted, instantly regretting it when his mentor raised an eyebrow at the volume.  
"No," Tony replied with less aggravation than he was feeling.  Some of it towards himself.  He knew Peter was right, he probably should have tried to call before anything else but he'd automatically assumed that the kid had jumped straight into the spider-suit rather than returning home.  When he'd not gotten a location he'd worried that the tracker had been removed again and had been solely focused on that.  "I was too busy checking the suit to make sure you didn't sneak off early,  May said-"
"-Oh my god!  Enough of what May said!  Just stop it.  You're not actually in charge of me and I don't need you micromanaging everything I do!" Peter pressed, turning around the moment he'd said his piece to stomp off towards his room.  
The room quickly grew quiet and Tony was suddenly ambushed by a mixture of hurt and remorse.  It hadn't been his intention to make the kid feel like he was being excessively authoritative.  He'd just been trying to do the right thing.  May had adamantly drilled it into his head that Peter staying for the week was very different than him staying for the weekend and had made him swear to keep tabs on the teenager's safety and well being for the duration of her absence.  She'd said, she trusted him and he'd not wanted to mess that up.  Though it seemed he'd messed up anyway, just not in the way he'd expected.  
With a deep sigh, Tony ran his hands down his face and dropped down onto the couch.  He considered calling May and asking her what he was supposed to do but decided against it.  He figured that since he'd dug himself into the hole, that he could dig himself out.  Starting with an apology.  Though, he opted to give the kid a little while to cool off first.  Just enough time for him to throw some premade cookie dough into the oven, pour a glass of milk and place it all onto a tray.
With everything balanced, on one hand, Tony knocked lightly on the kid's door.  When he was given the okay to enter, he tentatively stepped in.  "A cookie for your thoughts?" he asked as he placed the tray onto the corner of the boy's desk that didn't have homework strew across it.  
Rather than accepting or even declining the way, gooey offering, Peter dropped his pencil and sighed.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark.  It's just that, that-" he said, pausing briefly to collect his thoughts,  "-Usually when I come over here it's fun but this time it's been different and I hate it," he finished, chacing only one small glance Tony's direction.  He wasn't trying to sound ungrateful.  He just needed the man to understand why he was so frustrated.  
Tony chuckled a little at the kid's hesitation.  "Yeah, well, If it makes you feel any better, this hasn't exactly been thrilling for me either," he said with a long sigh, "-but this is the first time your aunt has said that she actually trusted me with you and I didn't want to screw it up," he added before allowing his frown to morph back into a mirthful smirk.  "She's scary when she's mad."
Peter laughed because he couldn't disagree with that.  May was a little scary when she was mad.  "Yeah, she is," he agreed with a nod of his head. "It's just that she gave you all of these rules and stuff but she's not even that strict about them. I mean, she is, she just doesn't get all crazy over them.  Like, she lets me stay up and read in my bed and she doesn't freak out if I don't come straight home from school," he said.
"I guess I can understand that, Kiddo," Tony said, grabbing Peter's shoulder so that he could spin him around in the swivel chair that he was seated in.  Once he had the boy's attention on him he smiled.  "I didn't mean to stress you out  I was just wanted to prove to your aunt that I could do this and I don't even know why," he continued with a roll of his eyes. At that point, he really wasn't sure what he'd been thinking.  "You're right.  I was being over the top."
"Maybe just a little," Peter replied with a small half-smile.
Tony chuckled, Patted, the teenager on the knee, and handed him a cookie.  "I think we should probably talk about all of this.  You can tell me where I went all crazy so that the rest of the week can go by a bit more smoothly.  What do you say?" he asked with a gentle smile.  He wasn't sure why he'd not done that in the first place.  Peter was a good kid.  He should have known that the boy didn't need anyone breathing down his neck for him to do the right things.  He wondered if May's insistence had been about ensuring that he would behave, more so than Peter.  Now that he thought about it, everything she'd said could probably be translated to, 'Don't hide in your lab, have something besides pizza in your freezer, don't keep him up at all hours and don't you dare encourage him to skip school,' he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.
"Sure," Peter replied. He was more than willing to have that discussion.  Especially if it meant things could go back to something a bit more 'normal.'
"Great." Tony said with a clap of his hands.  "Why don't you go ahead and finish up your homework and maybe hang out here for the afternoon.  I can order some Thai food for an early dinner if you'd like, and then you can go swing around the city for a little while after."
Peter grinned and squinted his eyes into a playful glare.  "That depends.  Are you going to throw a banana at my head if I eat around some of the vegetables?" he asked, working hard to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape him.
"Nah,  I'll throw a carrot at your head instead," Tony instantly replied.  "The bananas are for breakfast."
"Mr. Stark!" Peter dramatically whined, breaking into a laugh at the end.  Things already seemed better.  Tony had admitted that he'd been being a little overbearing and that was enough to allow himself to relax again.    
With a smile, Tony sighed in relief.  He'd not realized how much he loved and had been missing the sound of Peter's laugh until that very minute.  "Oh, stop with the whining and finish your homework," he teased as he gently swatted at the boy's thigh.  Then just before he got up from where he'd settled himself on the edge of the bed, he glanced towards the work piled up on the desk.  "Do you need any help with anything before I go?"
Peter opened his mouth to say that he had it under control but he stopped himself before he could get the words out. Ned's comment about the man acting like his dad was suddenly hitting him pretty hard.  He could see that now and it made him smile a little.  "I guess you could help me study for my Spanish test if you want to, Mr. Stark," he said, as he casually took another cookie off of the tray.
"I'd love to, Pete," Tony replied and accepted the stack of cards being handed to him. "Eres mi pequeño araña," he said with a soft smile.
Peter offered his mentor one of the many cookies that were still sitting between them and smiled back.  "I'm pretty sure that's not going to be on the test but, sure.  Soy tu pequeño araña," he said and from there, the remainder of his time there went without incident.  As long as you didn't count the mild argument that took place the following evening when Peter called Raiders of the Lost Arc 'a really old movie.'
" Peter Benjamin Parker, I swear to god, that's it.  Go to your room and don't come out.  I'm watching this by myself."
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ethereal-parkner · 4 years
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Unlikely Lovers
Parkner Week 2020 Day 2: Identity Shenanigans
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Peter was surprised that anyone was talking to him in the first place, to be fair, but for that person to be Harley Keener was an entirely different story. Harley Keener, who really didn’t talk to anyone voluntarily, who wore the same leather jacket every day (Peter could tell by the small rip on the left cuff) (not that Peter was looking), Harley Keener who, honestly, Peter didn’t know how he got into advanced calculus all things considered. Harley Keener who Peter had an eensie teensie tiny crush on.
“Look, I know it’s in like a month, but I really need a study buddy for this final.” Harley grabbed at his left sleeve with his right hand, picking at the threads with his short fingernails. Peter blanched.
“Yeah, yes, of course. I mean, what do you want to go over?” He felt like his breath was absent, yet somehow his voice was breathy all the while.
“I just need some extra review on everything. Would you want to meet up like two or three times a week?” 
Of course, Peter wanted to meet up with Harley Keener multiple times a week to talk about math. Peter had no idea what Harley was like outside of school, but he imagined motorcycles, cigarettes, and probably a really strong dog that barked at the neighbors.
“Great, can you make tonight? I know it’s short notice, but I’m kind of busy this week.”
“Yes!” Peter was possibly too enthusiastic, “Yeah, sure, that’s cool.” 
Harley decided to take Peter to his house after school, which was much more exciting than the idea of studying at the library, or an empty classroom, or anywhere else.
“A study date?” MJ quipped when Peter told her he’d have to miss acadeca. (Yes, he did forget he had practice, and yes, he was ashamed). “That’s cute. You’re off the hook, but just this once.” She narrowed her eyes at him before grinning.
“It’s not a date, MJ. He asked to study for calc, but it’s not a date.” 
“Right. Well, I wouldn’t have taken you to be interested in bad boys, but each to their own.” MJ ended the conversation by pulling out a book before Peter could answer.
“You’re going on a date with Harley Keener?” Ned questioned, just catching the tail end of Peter’s previous conversation.
“No! It’s calculus,” Peter insisted. He was not going on a date (despite his tiny tiny wish that it actually was a date).
“Dude, calculus is sexy. Guys dig calculus.” Ned joked, nudging Peter’s ribs with an elbow. 
“Calculus is not sexy, and it doesn’t matter anyways because it’s not a date at all! He doesn’t even like me like that. Ned, he doesn’t even know me. It’s just calculus.” It was true; Harley asked Peter to study because he knew the most notable detail about Peter: unchallenged on the road to valedictorian of Midtown. Of course Harley would ask Peter to help him study, and he knew there was no way Peter could say no.
Even if Peter knew he would spend the whole time watching the way Harley played with the sleeve of his jacket and listening to his voice that melted him like butter, Harley would be granting his attention to calculus, not Peter.
“More like calculust.” MJ snorted without looking away from her book, ignoring Peter who let out a loud gasp and swung at her.
At the end of a torturously slow day of school (learning material that he’d taught himself the year before) Peter stood at his locker grabbing books to take home and replacing them with books to stay at school.
“Hey, you ready?” The way Harley leaned against the locker practically made Peter forget the chain rule. Maybe Harley wasn’t going to be the one needing help with this material.
“Yeah,” Peter breathed, his cheeks flushed, “ready.”
If Peter was surprised when Harley led him to an Audi, he was even more surprised when they both sat in the back, partition raised so he couldn’t see the driver. So much for cigarettes and motorcycles, Peter thought.
If Peter was surprised to see a chauffeur in the car, he was astounded when he realized where they were going.
“Would you mind keeping this between us?” Harley asked after seeing Peter’s shocked reaction, “I really don’t want people treating me differently because of this.” Peter nodded, all words escaping him. “Thanks, that means a lot.” Harley’s smile looked somewhat like the sun to Peter, like it would be spoiled if he looked too long but he just couldn’t turn away. He was mesmerized. 
Harley led Peter out of the car and through the elevator of the building: Stark Tower.
“Hey, kiddo, welcome home,” Tony Stark called casually across the room. He stopped short when he caught sight of Peter, “You’re studying today? Well, I’ll be in the lab if you need anything.”
“Thanks, dad.” Harley gestured for Peter to follow into his large bedroom before sitting on the floor.
“I hope this isn't weird or anything. At my old school some people got super weird about all of this.” Harley noted, pulling books out of his bag.
“Oh, no no, of course not.” Peter stated. He was shocked, but he wasn’t beyond his limits. Harley didn’t know how much time Peter had actually spent in the tower.
“I think it’s really cool.” Peter blurted out halfway through quotient rule.
“What?”
“I just think you’re cool and down to earth, I mean. Despite privilege you’re just a normal person and you want people to know that. Mr. Stark seems to understand that too.” Peter thought about the people he’d met who came from money, those who lost themselves to greed, and those who remained down to earth despite the opportunity to float away entirely.
“Oh, yeah.” Harley said, setting down his pencil, “I just like to keep it under wraps because I really don’t want people treating me differently, you know, because of where I come from. Sometimes people think that money separates them from others, but that’s really not it.”
“Yeah,” Peter smiled, turning back to his paper, “I, uh, I hate this formula.” He grinned quietly.
“Me too. Let’s come back to it.” Peter let out a full laugh at Harley’s words.
“Yeah, we’ll come back to that eventually.”
Now that Peter was fully aware of who was on the other side of the partition, the drive back to his own home felt a lot more strange.
“Thanks for helping me study today. Do you want to meet again on Saturday?” 
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Two weeks passed with Peter going to the tower to study twice a week and, eventually, going to the tower to spend time with Harley on a third day where studying is off limits. Mr. Stark had insisted that he was welcome anytime, be it as Peter Parker or as Spider-Man.
“What do you know about Harley Keener?” Peter asked quietly, laying on the floor of his bedroom. He tossed a pencil into the air above his head, catching it with ease as it came back down to him.
“Why would I know about him?”
“I know you know him.” Peter sat up to look his friend in the eye.
“I thought he wasn’t telling anyone about his family.” Harry finally turned to face him before continuing, “Why? Do you like him?” He grinned.
“Stop it, we study math together. That’s it.”
“Oh, I know how you feel about math,” Harry began, “I’ve met him a few times. We text sometimes.”
“And?” Peter encouraged him to continue.
“You know him better than I do. Do you want me to ask him about you?”
“No! No, you don’t have to do that,” Peter answered quickly. What Harry didn’t tell Peter, though, was that he had texted Harley nearly every day for the past two years, and for the past few months, he’d been talking non-stop about the cute boy in his calculus class. (Harry was able to put two and two together pretty quickly. Fluffy brown hair, genius, more excited about math than any normal person? That’s Peter through and through.)
“Oh? You must like him?” Harry grinned at the other boy.
“No! I mean, I like him as a friend, of course. I think he’s nice, he’s really cool, and he likes to talk to me. But it’s really not like that at all. He just asked me to help him study.” Peter’s voice held a slow decrescendo as he stumbled through the messy sentences. It really wasn’t like that with Harley, whether he wanted it to be like that or not. Peter didn’t exactly have a ton of friends, he couldn’t lose one over his feelings.
Harry texted Harley.
-
“Wait, so like, a date?” Peter hadn’t meant for the words to come out, and regretted them instantly. All he could do was wait for Harley’s response like he was waiting for death.
“Yeah, like, a date. If that’s okay with you.”
So Peter changed his mind about waiting for death.
“Yes! I mean, yeah, of course.” Peter hardly heard anything over the feel of his own heartbeat. He felt like he could die happily (but not until after his date).
Harley was beginning to shove his math books into his bag when he looked back up at Peter from the floor of his bedroom. The way he smiled made Peter feel like he was becoming one with the air. (Holding hands with the atmosphere, cuddling the aura, kissing the ambience).
“We can skip one study session, right? God, we’ve been doing these for so long,” Harley groaned, combing his fingers through his golden locks.
“Sure, of course. I think we’re already okay for the final honestly,” Peter laughed.
The next two days lasted for a million years, no, a billion years. Talking to Harley during school, texting at home, he nearly lost his mind waiting for his date. He was going on a date with Harley Keener-Stark. May asked him more than once why he was so restless, tapping on the dinner plate, pacing the kitchen at odd hours in the night.
On the day of their date, Peter had three hours at home before he was meant to be picked up. 
“Seven o’ clock, meet me at my house,” Harley had told him with a wink as they left calculus together. Every minute, though, seemed to last an hour, so who could blame Peter for going out on patrol to pass the time quicker? It just so happened that the Green Goblin wanted to make his entrance at 6:45. Peter could get it over with quick.
He rushed through a fight that, to be fair, could have been a lot quicker if Peter were careful, if Peter were focused. As much as it felt like it, Harley Keener was not more important than the safety of the city.
Peter took a knife to the abdomen at 7:15, he had Green Goblin webbed up by 7:20.
Blade still sticking out of his stomach ungracefully, he swung to the only place he knew he ought to go. He swung to the place where he was supposed to be in the first place.
He tore off his mask to breathe and kicked through a window that he was so sure was the floor of the medbay. Apparently bleeding out affects a spider boy’s perception.
“Peter, what the hell? What’s going on?” Harley was rushing toward him, unable to decide between being frantic and cautious. “Get me to the medbay,” Peter barely choked out before looking Harley in the eye, “Can we reschedule our date?”
“We’ll have another one.” Harley wrapped an arm around Peter’s midsection and let Peter lean up against him as he led him down a floor.
They did eventually have their date on the day of the calculus final. (Harley took him to ice cream and they cuddled up on his couch to celebrate their one hundreds on the exam).
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xmarveled · 5 years
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Stressed
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Exam season is coming up and to that you’re stressed would be an understatement. Luckily, everyone’s favorite friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is there to save the day!
Request: Requested by the lovely @waiting-for-motivation. Heyyy honeyy🌞 I don't know if you write for Peter Parker but could you maybe write an imagine where the reder is really stressed about her exams and breaks down because she think she can't do it and Peter cheers her up? Because I'm soooo afraid of my coming exams and I need fluffy Pete❤ Hope this makes you feel a little less stressed! And dw honey, you’re gonna ace that test!!
Warnings: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFFFFF
A/N: Writing this got me all excited for Far From Home again!! If you want to request an Avenger x Reader, feel free to drop an ask, leave a comment below or send me a message! ^^
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It’s been 3 hours since you started studying, and you were nowhere close to done. For the last 20 minutes, you’ve been staring at one page in your textbook, looking at the words over and over again until they became jumbled together in your useless brain.
Right now, you were staring at one particular formula that refused to commit itself to your memory. You were getting frustrated, especially since math was NOT your strong suit and you had an exam early tomorrow morning. “God damnit.” You muttered under your breath. “I am sick and tired of trying to find your “x” math. Just accept that she’s gone and move on!!” At that moment, your phone rang and you reached over to pick it up.
“Hello?” You mumble into the phone. “Y/N, where are you?” Came MJ’s voice. In the background, you could hear Ned talking excitedly about something, but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“Oh shit.” You say, suddenly remembering that you were supposed to meet up with the gang at the coffee shop down the street. “Sorry MJ, can’t today. Math is kicking my non-existent ass right now.”
“Oh...” Said MJ and you could almost picture her scrunched up eyebrows. “You sure you can’t make it? You could come later if you want.” You really did want to go down and see her, Ned and of course, Peter, but alas, math beckoned.
“I’d love to, but if I want any chance of passing this exam, I’ve gotta study. I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You say, before hanging up.
MJ signed as she finished her call, walking back into the room Peter and Ned were in. She could hear them from the hallway and as usual, they were arguing about you.
“C’mon man!” Said Ned, clearly exasperated. “When are you gonna ask her out?”
Although she couldn’t see him, MJ could picture Peter’s face turning pink. “I told you! She doesn’t like me like that.” He said.
“Parker, have you seen the way she looks at you?” Ned demanded. “Ask her out and do it soon, or else some other guy will snatch her up.”
“What!? Who!?” Asked Peter, clearly panicked. “Alright, alright! I’ll ask her when she gets here.”
Before Ned had the chance to respond, MJ stroded into the room. Peter turned and looked at her with hopeful eyes, asking “Is she coming?” MJ shook her head. “She can’t. She has to study for her exam tomorrow.” The cheerful atmosphere in the room was instantly deflated by the news and Peter looked away, trying to conceal his disappointment.
“Oh...” He said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Did she say what exam she’s studying for?”
“Math I think.” Answered MJ.
“Math?” Said Peter, sitting straight up. “Did she say if she needed help or anything?” He asked, eyes starting to shine again.
“Nope.” Said MJ, propping herself down next to Ned.
Peter started to inch towards the door. “I’m-I’m just gonna go give her a call. See if she needs help. I’ll be right back!” He said before darting out the door, leaving MJ and Ned to exchange knowing smirks.
Half a hour later, you had still barely moved forward though your revision sheets. Finally, accepting that it was going to be a long night, you stood up to make a cup of coffee when your phone rang again. Your heart started racing when you saw that it was Peter and you picked up immediately.
“Hey Y/N!” You heard Peter say with his usual cheerful voice, making a smile appear on your own face despite your exhaustion.
“Hey Pete, what’s up?”
Peter felt his own heart skip a beat when you called him “Pete”, making his cheeks warm up again.
“I uh-, I heard that you were struggling with math.”
You signed, mentally cursing MJ for selling you out.
“Yeah. Math is really not going that great right now. It’s why I couldn’t come with you guys tonight.”
“I um-” stuttered Peter. “Do you um-maybe need some help?”
“Thanks for offering Pete, but it’s fine, if I go down, I prefer to go down alone.” You say, wondering if you were imagining how flustered Peter sounded.
“Oh well um-. It’s kinda too late for that.” He says.
You frown, confused. “What do you mean?” You ask.
“Well... I’m kind of outside your window right now.”
You spin around and see him exactly where he says he is, outside your window on your balcony, one hand holding his phone up to his ear while giving you an awkward wave with the other. You drop your phone and dash to unlock the door.
“Peter! What are you doing here?” You exlaimed.
“I’m your personal math tutor!” He says, laughing at your shock at seeing him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be with MJ and Ned?” You asked.
“You’re more important.” He says, not realizing that he said it out loud before it was too late. Blushing furiously, Peter quickly asked “so what do you need help with?”
“Everything.” You groaned, heading back towards your chair. You felt him come up behind you and pointed at the question that was currently driving you insane. He leaned forward, taking a look at the sheet.
“Alright, so imagine this. Thor has 362 pop tarts. He splits them evenly between himself and his 3 friends and eats 3/4 of the remaining pop tarts. What does Thor have now?”
“Diabetes.” You mutter. Peter laughed, his breath fanning out on your neck, making goosebumps appear. Both of your laughs died down and you’re left staring at each other, noses almost touching. Up close, you could see the freckles dusted across his cheeks and his slender eyelashes that most girls only dream of having. Both of you looked away, cheeks flaming as your hearts pounded.
“This Thor guy must be really big.” Muttered Peter, drawing another laugh from you and he swears, it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.
2 hours later, you and Peter were sprawled across your bed, both of you exhausted. With his help, you had (unbelievably) finished studying. Looking over at Peter, you whispered “thanks for helping me tonight.”
“No-no problem Y/N.” Peter whispered back, tripping over his words a little.
You gave him a drowsy smile back, closing your eyes as you felt exhaustion take over you. Meanwhile, Peter could only stare at your beautiful, sleepy face as he felt something warm spread through his chest. This close, he could see the little dimple in your cheeks that deepened whenever you smiled, which was often. He could see the birthmark on your forehead that you were so self conscious about, but to him, it didn’t matter. To him, you were perfect. The last of his self-control shattered when you sleepily nuzzled into his chest and he whispered “I like you Y/N, I really, really like you.”
Your steady breathing halted for a second before you looked up at him with glazed eyes. “I really, really like you too Pete.”
His eyes lit up like stars shining in the light sky and slowly, as if giving you time to pull away, he leaned down. You tilted your lips up and after months of shy glances and secret longing, your lips finally touched.
Fireworks exploded between both of your closed eyelids and both of your hearts felt so full that they might burst. Peter pulled you into his chest and you snuggled into him. It felt like coming home after a long day.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Goodnight Peter.” You whispered and thought that maybe, math tests aren’t so bad after all.
Ahhh!! I think I might have overdone the fluff a little. Hope you guys liked and good luck to those who have exams soon!!💜
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iyata-zarette · 5 years
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Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman Pt 4
Word Count: 2761
Peter Parker/ Spiderman x Reader
A/N: Sorry this one is so long, but I don’t care. :P
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“You have 15 minutes left.”
I glanced up at the clock and back down at my test. I’d finished five minutes ago but I was going back over every single answer. There was one question that I wasn’t sure about. I specifically remembered Peter explaining how to do this problem but I couldn’t remember whether the explanation contained ‘do’ or ‘do not.’
“Fuck it,” I mumbled under my breath as I boxed in my answer and stood up.
I wasn’t the first one done but normally I was the last one finished so a lot of people turned to look at me. I kept my eyes on the clock as I marched up to my teacher’s desk. He looked at me over his glasses like a hawk watching a mouse.
“Ms. (Y/L/N),” he muttered as he took my test from my hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to check your answers again?”
I’ll check my answers up your butt.
I shook my head and marched out of the classroom. It was mid passing period when I got to my locker and I had to elbow my way through people that had no spacial awareness. I winced as my locker door bounced off my head with a clang and gave the guy next to me a dirty look. Luckily for him the hallway began to clear out before I could hurt him and make it look like an accident.
“Hey,” someone said from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Peter nervously gripping the straps of his backpack. “How’d the test go?”
“There was only one that tripped me up!” I said excitedly. “I can’t thank you enough!”
I threw my arms around his neck and this time he hugged me back immediately. He lifted me off the ground as he hugged me tighter in a bone crushing hug. I laughed as he set me back down.
“Hey, guys.”
Peter and I jumped away from each other to see MJ and Ned standing next to each other. Both of them had the same stupid shit eating grin plastered across their faces. Before I could say anything Peter began to stammer out what he must have thought sounded like an explanation. I elbowed him in the side and he immediately shut his mouth.
“Hey MJ, Ned…” I started. “Uh…”
“How’d the math test go?” MJ asked, leaning against the lockers.
“I think I did really well,” I said turning to close my locker. “Peter was just congratulating me.”
“Looks like more than congratulating…” MJ muttered next to my ear.
“So are you guys excited about the…” Ned trailed off and dramatically looked up and down the hallway.
“the party?” he whispered. I laughed as MJ and Peter stared at him.
The bell rang before I could respond to Ned and MJ and I left Ned and Peter standing at my locker and I could feel her judgement bubbling inside her.
“So…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I muttered, making her grin even wider.
—————-
MJ and I walked up the stairs to Betty’s house and stood at the front door.
“Just how loaded do we think Betty’s parents are?” I asked MJ, still looking up at the house.
“A three story home in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Brooklyn?” MJ replied, also looking up at the house. “You wanna ask? If I ask it’ll be without- what was is you said- tact?”
I snorted as she opened the door and I followed her in. The house was bursting at the seams with students from Midtown; half of which were drunk and half of which were stoned. As soon as we crossed the threshold, I immediately regretted coming to this party.  
MJ’s hand was already around my wrist.  
“If I’m here, you’re here,” she muttered out of the corner of her mouth as she waved at someone across the room. “We’ll just stay until Peter and Ned get here and then we can leave.”
I yanked my arm from her and grudgingly sighed.
“I’ll go get us something to drink,” I said as MJ lovingly flipped me off before strutting into the kitchen.
I sighed and squeezed in between drunken teenagers until I was standing in front of a drink table that had been heavily looted. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone slide up next to me
“What’s up, (Y/L/N)?”
I turned to see Flash leaning against the drink table. He was looking at me with what I could only describe as dull bedroom eyes. Creepy, dull bedroom eyes.
“Uh. Hey, Flash, ” I said as I turned around to go find MJ.
“You don’t usually come out to parties,” Flash said, following me (unfortunately.) “It’s nice to see you out living life instead of cooped up studying with Penis Parker.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked over my shoulder. Flash was generally annoying but right now he was being exceptionally annoying.
I finally spotted MJ-eating gherkins from the jar- standing at Betty’s kitchen counter.
“Well, ya know,” he said, still following me. “One of the cutest girls in Academic Decathlon hanging out with one of the weirdest dudes…”
“Uh,” I was a little lost for words.
I passed MJ her drink and widened my eyes at her in a non verbal ‘yikes.’ She didn’t respond but held a gherkin out on the end of her fork and I rolled my eyes before accepting and letting her feed it to me.
“Anyway,’ Flash said leaning against the counter next to me. “I heard Penis was helping you study for the calc test, which is weird because he’s not even in our class.”
“Don’t call him that,” I said taking a sip of my drink and grimacing as it burnt my throat. “And does it matter who I study calc with?”
“It doesn’t, but I’m pretty sure I have a better grade in calc-”
“Yeah fuckin’ right, Flash,” MJ said crunching on a pickle.
Flash looked a little dejected but obviously MJ and I were going to have to be meaner to him if we wanted him to leave us alone.
“Anyway, (Y/N), you take the bus right?” he asked.
“I used to. I take the subway now,” I said taking another sip and grimacing. Why is everyone so concerned with my method of commute?
“Well,” Flash said sliding closer to me along the counter. I glanced at MJ who looked away with a nonverbal ‘oof.’ Flash’s hip bumped mine and he put his arm over my shoulders. “I happen to have a car and if you ever want a ride to school…”
I glanced at the floor before taking a large gulp of my drink- followed by a grimace. Flash wouldn’t shut up and I really wanted to stab him with the fork MJ was using but decided to just drink more. And grimace more.
I heard someone say my name as I took another sip of my drink. I looked up to see Peter standing in front of me, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He was looking at Flash like he was going to break his arm, and it was… kind of a turn on?
“Peter!” I gasped. I threw Flash’s arm off and grabbed Peter around the neck. His arms were around my waist almost right away.
“Oh thank God. Please tell me Flash is gone,” I whispered into his ear.
“Hey what’s up Penis?” Flash said, answering my question. I felt Peter stiffen slightly. “I was telling (Y/N) that I could drive her to school sometime. You know…”
Flash continued to taIk and I pulled away to look at Peter. He looked irritated but otherwise fine. I rolled my eyes as he droned on behind us.
“You didn’t get lost,” Peter murmured quietly as he smirked down at me.  
“Yeah, well. I had MJ,” I said. I was definitely beginning to feel buzzed.
“Hey, Penis,” Flash said behind us. “What’s it like wiping Tony Stark’s ass everyday?”
I abruptly turned around.
“Oh my God, Flash. Are you still here?” I asked looking him up and down. “Isn’t there somewhere else you can be insecure about your dick size?”
Flash looked more surprised than offended by what I said, but nonetheless stalked out of the kitchen.
“Yikes, that was a little harsh, (Y/N),” Ned said. He was standing next to Peter, who was smiling ear to ear.
“Hi, Ned. Nice hat,” I said finishing off my drink. I let out a rasping breath, almost expecting fire to come out of my mouth. “And, yeah. Probably.”
“Wow, even Ned thinks you were harsh,” MJ said, offering me another gherkin. I accepted.
“I’m sure he’ll get over it,” Peter said, still grinning.
“I need another drink and you two don’t have one,” I said looking back and forth between Ned and Peter. “And I only have two hands, do-”
“I’ll go with you!” Ned blurted.
Peter glanced over at him and Ned nodded at him. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked between my three friends. MJ was looking at Ned the same way Peter was; the only difference being that Peter was rapidly turning pink.
Ned and I made our way to the drink table and I smiled at his excitement.
“Are you…?” I asked holding up a bottle of clear alcohol. He shook his head. “Do you think Peter…?”
“He didn’t say no before we left so…”
I smiled and made Peter a weak drink.
“So…” Ned started. “You and Peter…”
I froze and felt my cheeks begin to get warm.
“Did Peter put you up to this?” I asked as I handed him a soda. Ned didn’t have a good poker face but he didn’t say anything else. I smiled. “C’mon.”
“So do you… ya know…?” Ned asked as we walked back into the kitchen.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific,” I said as I turned around and quickly walked straight to Peter and handed him his drink. “Ned and I just had a very interesting conversation, Peter.”
Peter’s eyes widened into his drink and he quickly brought the cup to his mouth and took a gulp- one that he obviously regretted. He made a face similar to the one that I made every time I took a sip of my drink.
“I assume it was, I can’t really remember,” I said glancing at Ned out of the corner of my eye. He visibly relaxed.
“You can’t remember? How much have you had to drink? Or, uh, how long have you been here?” Peter asked as he set his drink down on the counter. I look another large sip.
“Peter,” I said through a grimace. “Do you know what the term ‘light-weight’ means?”
MJ and Peter chuckled as I took another sip that burned less than the first drink did. I had a feeling that tonight was going to be a good night.
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The subway was pretty empty, so Peter and I were able to sit this time. Ned sat across from us and MJ was standing. She had to change trains before any of our stops.
“I’ll see you Sunday,” she said. We were holding pinkies in my semi-drunken state. “And please get home safe you fuckin’ dork.”
I closed my eyes and smiled at her.
“I looove you, MJ,” I said as the train pulled to a stop.
“Ew.”
She stepped off the train.
“I LOVE YOU!” I yelled after her.
“I DON’T KNOW YOU!”
The doors closed and my butt vibrated as the train began to take off. I had to squint at my phone because I was maybe a little too drunk to read.
MJ: love you too.
Ned got off at the next stop and as soon as the train took off I laid my head on Peter’s shoulder.
“Do you know which stop you are?” he asked. I squinted up at the subway map.
“If I say no does that mean you’ll walk me home?” I asked. He chuckled.
“To the side walk?”
I felt my heart start to pick up the pace.
“Uh, actually. Do you want to maybe watch that crime documentary?” I asked nervously. Peter looked down at me and I shifted to look up at him. He had a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and he arched an eyebrow at me. “Only if you want to though, I wouldn’t want-“
“I want to,” he said. I broke a smile and he smiled back down at me. “Also, the next stop is yours.”
He stood up and held his hand out to help me up. I graciously accepted. Normally I would have immediately let go of his hand but in my emboldened state I entwined my fingers in his as we walked towards the doors. He squeezed my hand as we stepped off the train.
The walk to my apartment was comfortably quiet. Every now and then, one of us would comment about our immediate surroundings but we didn’t speak any further than that.
My mind was racing. Well, as much as it could run with the amount of alcohol it was handling.
We’re just going to watch people murdering each other. Do not set any expectations for this, (Y/N).
But I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. I imagined his lips on mine; what they would feel like on mine, if they’d be soft. I glanced at him, trying to determine if he had chapped lips or not. He noticed.
“What?” he said using his other hand to wipe his upper lip. “Do I have a pimple or something?”
I shook my head and looked away. We walked further down the block and I almost had my arm ripped out of the socket when I walked past Peter. I turned to look back at him irritably. He had a very smug look on his face and he simply pointed at the building in front of us.
Which was my building.
“How drunk are you?” he asked as I opened the door and walked to the elevator. There was a maintenance sign taped to it, indicating it was not functional.
“Oof. Too drunk to take the fuckin’ stairs that is fo’ sho.”
Fo’ sho’? The fuck was that?
Suddenly, I wasn’t on my feet anymore: Peter had scooped me up in his arms and was already carrying me up the stairs.
“Peter! Stop, it’s- I live on the fifth floor,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Shut up, its fine,” he responded. His voice was surprisingly even, and as we started up the second flight of stairs he didn’t even break a sweat.
On the fifth floor, Peter set me down and I let us into my apartment. I gave Peter the remote and I retreated to my room so I could change. Staring in the mirror, I took a couple deep breaths.
No expectations.
Peter was playing a game on his phone when I walked out into the living room.
“You’re in my spot,” I teased as I sat next to him and curled my feet under me.
He chuckled and started the episode. The alcohol was making me feel brave, so I scooted closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He stiffened for the briefest moment before he shifted and around put his arm around my shoulder.
Peter began to run his fingers through my hair and I leaned against his hand, inviting him to continue. I took the hem of his shirt and began to roll the seam in my finger tips. It started to get harder to keep my eyes open and I felt myself drifting off.
“Peter,” I mumbled. He hummed at me. “I want to lay down.”
I began to sit up so I could go to my bedroom but Peter shifted around so I could lay against his chest along the couch and still watch the show. I smiled as I listened to his heart beat and began to match my breathing to his. I could tell I was about to fall asleep as Peter continued to play with my hair.
“Peter?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks,” I said as I let my eyes close.
“For?” he asked shifted a little. His cheek was now pressed into the top of my head.
The best I could respond with was a hum as I began to drift out of consciousness and into the world of sleep.  
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Office Woes, part 3 (Michael the Great Arc Angel POV)
My job is stressful even on lunch breaks. Karens overran Publix, and one turned into a pterodactyl. I flew the Annie's macaroni and cheese, onions, and jalapenos to La Bamba in hopes that the Taco Mac would be available again. Speaking of Taco Mac, I saw Colonel Mac and Xara shopping for Taco Mac ingredients as well. I knew that I was going to attend that party the minute someone says "Taco Mac with Colonel Mac."
PeeWee Herman screamed twice upon my arrival.
"Apparently, you ordered Taco Mac," I said.
"Yes, I did!" PeeWee Herman said. "But this batch won't be with Colonel Mac." He and everyone in the restaurant screamed. "That party is later tonight!"
I screamed. "I am aware!" I shouted as I flew into the kitchen to hand the cooks the ingredients.
"Thank you. Did you wash your hands?" the cook asked.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I asked. "I only take four showers a day on a regular basis. On Swamp Ass days, make that 10!"
"Point taken! Thank you for saving the day, Michael the Great Arc Angel!" the cook said as he began to cook again.
"You are welcome. It is what I do!" I shouted as I left the building to go back to work.
When I walked in the office, the first thing I heard from a fat black female pig was, "DIS BITCH!" She even bobbled her head after she spoke and had her elbow out on the desk.
It took the power of Ahayah to stop me from bursting out laughing. That was by far the funniest thing that had happened so far that day.
When she got off the phone, the other pigs started answering the phone with "DIS BITCH" instead of "Dispatch." Pigs in Georgia don't know how to talk correctly.
I literally went in my office, closed my cubicle, and laughed my ass off for a few minutes. In the middle of my laughing fit, the printer started printing E-mails with "Dis Bitch" as the subject line. I chuckled as I passed the papers along to those bitches at Disbitch.
The pigs were oinking up a storm and laughing.
Melissa the Great Arc Angel walked through the door and sat at her desk. She chuckled as she heard the pigs oink "Dis Bitch" over and over again. She was crunching numbers because she was the head accountant of our department. Her math skills were impeccable. Savants couldn't hold a candle to her.
After an hour or so of hearing "Dis Bitch" nonstop, Melissa the Great Arc Angel and I could not take anymore. We flew back in the breakroom and started rolling in the floor laughing.
"I CAN'T EVEN THINK!" she shouted as she laughed hysterically and started crying. "I CAN'T BREATHE!"
I wanted to throw in a George Floyd reference, but it would be too soon. I laughed so hard that I communicated to her in laugh language.
She laughed in different pitches to tell me, "This day is too much."
Ned also walked in the break room to laugh. He added bleats. "I can't do it!" He shouted and burst into laughter.
A bunch of big black woman pigs walked in the break room with stressed out looks on their faces. They were bobbing their heads non-stop.
The biggest one went for the coffee before she started bitching. "Giiiiirllll, these phones be acting cray today!"
"I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT! If I get one more phone call about someone weavin' through traffic screaming 'Move Bitch get out the way,' I'mma act a fool," another pig said as she also bobbed her head side to side as she talked.
"For real! I am sick n tired of getting phone calls about someone bein set on fire! That be cray cray!" another chimed in.
"I get phone calls about these nibbas breaking they fire extinguishers! You know they be stupid," the fourth big pig said.
"Okurrrrrr!!!!" they shouted as they took turns drinking coffee.
"I know if I wasn't getting PAID, I wouldn't be doing this job!" a hairy female pig shouted in a deep voice as she bobbed her head back and forth.
"I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT!" the second pig shouted.
"Ah hell no!" the third pig said with attitude as she added an extra bobble to her head and sucked her teeth.
Those bitch pigs sucked on their teeth to communicate.
"Excuse me. Could you share a moment to hear the back story of how Michael the Great Arc Angel and I met?" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked with a huge smile on her face.
"Depends. Any new hires in this room?" the first big pig asked with attitide as she bobbled her head and swayed her hip.
We looked around to make sure no new hires were in the room. A goat who looked like Will Ferrel walked in, and he has been working here for eight years. He bleated.
"SHUT THAT DOOR!" I commanded.
The Will Ferrel Goat shut the door behind him and made himself a cup of coffee.
"No," I said.
"Yeh. Let's hear it. It can't be any crazier than the shit we be hearing today," the first pig said.
Melissa the Great Arc Angel and I laughed.
Melissa the Great Arc Angel then went to tell the story, and Gaelic elven music played in the background:
"Michael the Great Angel and I met during the midst of the Black Plague in 1349. I was the tax collecting angel until I was recruited by the Knights Templar to heal the sick. I was assigned to work with MichaeI the Great Arc Angel. He was a War Cleric and trainer of recruits into the order. I was merely assigned to be a War Cleric, mostly because of the way I work with board games, teaching them, rules checking, and how my mind operates to overcome challenges in those environments."
I sang in Gaelic before I added, "I WAS IMPRESSED, but before we could save humanity as we knew it, we made small angel talk. And I asked how she battled."
Melissa the Great Arc Angel added swiftly, "I said, 'I will show thee!,' as I descended down to the streets and got into battle stance."
I shouted, "And I said, 'Let's dance, KNAVE!' as I got into battle stance." I bobbed my head and got into battle stance.
The pigs oinked and boobed their heads.
Melissa the Great Arc Angel got into battle stance. "And we screamed at each other for five minutes."
I spoke with strength, "And then we fought as though we fought to death."
Melissa the Great Arc Angel spoke, "It was a challenge. We fought for hours until there was some sexual tension."
I cleared my throat dramatically. "Excuse me, ladies, but I admit I was worked up. I was ready to do battle without armor and swords and truly show off my muscles!"
"I AM WORKED UP!!!" the Will Ferrel goat shouted and bleated.
The pigs bobbed their heads and oinked quickly.
A goat that looked like Oswald Patton bleated and was ready for battle. "AHHH!!! I'm worked up, too! I have had five red bills and 10 lines of cocaine! I'm up for any challenge!"
Ned bleated loudly.
The pigs oinked loudly and bobbed their heads.
"How about the challenge of keeping the door closed! I'm in the middle of a back story" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted as the break room started to shake.
The pigs leaned their heads back and just stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel with wide eyes.
"So, we removed our armor and helmets. But something bad happened!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel spoke dramatically.
I coughed, "BULLSHIT!"
"I noticed then the Michael the Great Arc Angel was bald!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said with wide eyes.
Everyone just stared at her like she was crazy.
The first pig said, "So?" as she curled her nose up.
"I REQUIRE a mane for me to run my fingers through. When I saw that he was bald, I was rubbing his head and felt in horror that not a single HAIR was on his head. My mind had been scarred," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said as her heart beated loudly in her chest.
"I HAD NEVER FELT SO INSULTED IN MY LIFE! So, I explained to her that hair disrupts my connection with MY angelic spirit communication. I explained that no one in my family has hair. It's an insult to my heritage!" I explained.
"THEN I EXPLAINED THAT MY ERROGENOUS ZONES were in my fingers!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said loudly.
Ned, the Will Ferrell goat, and the Patton Oswald Goat then tried to brush against her fingers.
"Men, please. I am trying to tell a story!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said as she put her sword in her sheath and folded her arms across her large chest.
"This may be TMI for you, but then I showed her my monis pubis," I said as I stared directly at Melissa the Great Arc Angel.
"This may be TMI for you, but then I WAS INSULTED. I screamed, 'HOW DARE YOU TRIM YOUR PUBIC HAIR!!!!' Then I tugged at what little hair there was and felt teased," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.
"It was TMI," I said as I stared at her.
"I have to announce that there is sexual tension in this room," the goat that looked like Will Ferrell said.
"So we stared at each other naked for a few minutes before I suggested we release sexual tension with a sword fight," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.
"I HAD TWO SWORDS!" I shouted.
"AND I HAD TWO SHIELDS!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted.
"Do you need to have that naked sword fight now?" the Will Ferrell goat asked.
"NO!" we both shouted as the Will Ferrell goat was blown back.
"In fact, we vowed NEVER to do THAT again," I said.
"AND THEN WE WENT IN A TAVERN TO DRINK COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALE AND ATE FOUR HOGS ON A SPIT!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said with excitement.
I looked away awkwardly and hissed through my teeth.
"Exnay on the gohnay," Ned said to Melissa the Great Arc Angel as he nudged her.
The pigs stared at her and oinked loudly.
"E'cu me, bitch!" the hairy female pig said as she bobbed her head. "Why you eating pigs!"
"Relax. I don't eat pigs anymore. We angels are FORBIDDEN to eat pigs because of Leviticus, the third book in the Old Testament of the King James Bible. In 1349, we weren't limited on what we could eat," Melissa the Great Arc Angel explained.
"So YOU people had eaten our ancestors," the second pig said as she stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel with narrowed eyes and bobbed her head.
"YES! And we have repented!" I shouted. "I must also add that Melissa the Great Arc Angel likes BEEF tacos as well!"
"So, because you are angels, I must beg the question. Do you follow 1 Corinthians Chapter 14: 33-37?" the goat that resembled Oswald Patton asked.
I spoke to answer that question, "The Knights Templar is a unique organization that does not use gender but merit to determine hierarchy. She is a peer, on the same level as I, since we are BOTH War Clerics. We are both front line fighters and also capable of performing in a support role."
"So, are you guys 'New age'?" the goat who looked like Oswald Patton asked.
"The Knights Templar is independent of Ahayah's word," I said. "We were fallen angels before we repented, truth be told."
"So yes?" the goat who looked like Oswald Patton clarified.
"Technically, yes," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said. "I was a fallen angel specifically BECAUSE of 1 Corinthians Chapter 14: 33-37. I am a strong woman who MUST speak when I have opinions."
The pigs oinked and bobbled their heads.
"WHEN I REMINISCENCE ABOUT THE BLACK PLAGUE, I think back to when I played Dungeons & Dragons and how much I miss it. The versions I played (3.5e) didn't include many options for battle clerics, but the newer ones (5e) do! I could actually BE a legitimate front line holy archangel class as a paladin or cleric, perhaps even multiclass into both depending on how things work out in my daily work life," I shouted to stomp out the gender war that was about to occur in this break room.
The pigs all blinked and oinked.
"Daaaaaayyyyyyuuuuum! That WAS crazy!" the first pig said as she whipped her head.
"Shit, y'all would have ate us were we back in them times!" the second pig said as she sucked on her teeth.
"You are correct," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.
"But we are no longer in those times," I said. "We are not allowed to eat pork. It is not kosher. According to Leviticus, the third book in the Old Testament of the Bible, pork is an unclean meat."
"Bbboooooyyyyyy! You know that's right!" the first pig said as she ripped off her skirt, turned around, and started shaking her big pig booty. Her tail was wagging excitedly.
The other female pigs ripped their skirts/dresses off and shaking their pig booties.
Ned and the goat who looked like Will Ferrell stared at them with a smile and bleated loudly.
"Oh my God no! I am not a lesbian! I am not a lesbian! Holy Shit I'm not a lesbian. I. Am. Not. A. Lesbian! Excuse me! I have numbers to crunch!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said quickly as she flew out of the break room.
"I'm sorry, ladies. But I am still at WORK, and I only like white meat," I said as I took my cup of coffee.
The first big black pig turned around and stared at me with her brown eyes. "So you racist?" she asked as she bobbled her head around and shook her hips.
"Lady, I am at work. This is not the time to start a race war," I said as I started to walk out of there.
"You done started it," she said as she started walking toward me.
"No ma'am. I did not," I said as I stared her down.
"Yes, you did," she stared at me and put her hooves on her hips.
"No, bitch, I did not," I said as I straightened my back and puffed my chest out. "You walked in this room and started talking."
"So we ain't allowed to talk now because we ain't white and we female?" she said as she widened her eyes.
"I did not say that, ma'am," I said as I stood my ground.
"Don't you MA'AM ME, MOTHA FUCKA! YOU DONE STARTED IT BACK IN MEDIEVAL TIMES WHEN Y'ALL DONE ATE PORK!" she shouted as she got closer to me.
The other pigs started screaming, oinking, and cursing at me.
"Ladies, please! Your points are valid, but this is not the time to discuss it!" Ned shouted with a bleat.
The fifth pig walked over to him and put her booty in his face. Ned slapped her booty before he slipped her panties to the side and stuck his goat cock inside of her. She oinked with every thrust.
The goat that looked like Will Ferrell then stuck his junk in the hairy pig. She squealed loudly.
"We have learned our lesson since then. I have repented," I said as I looked directly at the first pig.
"But you won't touch me because I'm dark," she said as she stared at me and blinked at me once.
"Correct. All dark pigs are off limits. It's the code of male Arc Angels," I said.
She oinked in frustration. There was mutiny in the office. There was only one thing I could do.
I opened the door to the break room and shouted, "CODE 5 to MALE PIGS! I repeat! Code 5 to MALE PIGS!
The male pigs came rushing to the break room and oinked like crazy.
The fat, black female pigs in the room took off their underwear, got on all fours, and oinked.
I flew the fuck out of there because I did not want to witness what was occurring in the break room at that point. I went to my office and stayed there.
Their oinks could be heard around the whole office. The remaining personnel on dispatch answered the phone "Dis Bitch." Second shift dispatch had monkeys and rabbits as the staff.
Another printer was jamming up.
"You son of a bitch," I said as I turned the machine off and on.
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Game of Thrones: Arya's 10 Best Quotes | ScreenRant
Game of Thrones is brimming with characters that are just as rich and interesting as the historically-inspired fantasy worlds they reside in. Yet, few can match the inspirational and intriguing Arya Stark. A fiery Northern girl, faceless assassin, and lone-wolf fighter, Arya has endured countless trials and tribulations during her odyssey which spans 8 seasons, and the length of both Westeros and Essos.
While she evolves into a ruthless, deadly assassin, she also retains a cunning, charming quality, and has provided some of the show's deepest, most enduring quotes.
So let's unsheathe Needle and slip on our masks as we take a look at Arya's 10 best quotes in Game of Thrones.
Related: 10 Anime To Fill The Void After Game Of Thrones
10 "I'm Not A Lady. I Never Have Been. That's Not Me."
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Arya establishes early on in Season 1 to Ned and others that she doesn't want to be a "lady" in the way Westeros society expects her to be. Her turbulent character arch manages to come full-circle when Gendry requests she marry him, so the two can rule the Stormlands together.
Arya reestablishes her independent nature and fighter's spirit by turning down his proposition and informing him that merely existing as the lady to some Lord isn't in her character, nor does it fit into her aspirations. It's a powerful line of dialogue, and largely solidifies Arya's unique sensibilities of non-conformity.
9 "I Can't Sleep Until I Say The Names."
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As Arya and the Hound set camp and ready for some sleep, Arya begins to repeat the names of a seemingly random list of people as if it were a laundry list of important tasks to complete, or a math equation to recall.
Though, most who have followed the events of season 1 will be privy to the fact that these aren't just randomly spouted names, but rather the people that have killed her loved ones. They are the people that she has targeted to exact revenge and kill. This is an eye-opening revelation by itself, but it's followed up with this amusing line when The Hound tells her to can it. It shows, in an ever-so-subtle way, just how determined Arya is to get her vengeance, and presents a crystal-clear, singular focus for her character.
Related: Game Of Thrones: 10 Hidden Details About The Costumes You Didn't Notice
8 "Stick Them With The Pointy End."
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Arya is partly an embodiment of her father and brother Jon Snow - a fighter with the wolf-spirit of a Stark through and through. This quote stands as one of those enduring, ongoing quotes that Arya speaks which reminds us of her relationship with these Starks.
It was Jon who presented her with the sword she wields, Needle, and gives her this simple instruction in jest. She then tells it to her father, Ned, as a validation when confronted about the dangers of using the sword. Despite its simplicity, this is a charming call-back line that ties Arya to her family and reinforces her fighting nature.
7 "With The Faces, I Can Choose. I Can Become Soneone Else."
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During a particularly tense scene that (wrongly) hints of Arya and Sansa's relationship developing a schism, the fiery Stark girl justifies her practice in the guild of the Faceless Men. She even establishes that she can become Sansa if she wanted to, which leads the viewer to question if she would do this? After all, Arya has undergone a somewhat dark transformation and has made a name for herself as a renegade assassin.
Alas, this turns out to be a misdirection, but it does provide a hint of sibling rivalry between Arya and Sansa. It also further illustrates the significance of the Faceless Men as a way to grant her the desire to separate and be someone else.
Related: 10 Things You Didn't Know About The Game Of Thrones Theme Song & Intro
6 "A Bruise Is A Lesson... And Each Lesson Makes Us Better."
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In much the same way that the Stark girl quotes lines spoken by her family, she also shows her inspiration and devotion to Syrio Forel by speaking this inspirational line, a variant of "every hurt is a lesson, and every lesson makes us better." 
The bruise analogy certainly fits Arya's dark, tragic history, along with her philosophy of overcoming hardships and becoming stronger through adversity. This quote has become iconic to the point of birthing t-shirts which display this empowering phrase.
5 "I Know Death. He's Got Many Faces. I Look Forward To Seeing This One."
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While Arya has little exposure to the White Walkers, even by the opening of the final season, she makes it clear to Gendry that she's not exactly phased by an army of undead. She's had close encounters with death, violence, and has herself slain many at this point, so what's to fear about some ice zombies?
This is a clever quote which reinforces Arya's strength, though it also serves as some foreshadowing for the otherwise surprising ending to "The Long Night" episode of season 8. In it, Arya leaps from the shadows and takes out the Night King, catching him off guard as he zeroes in on Bran. It seems her embracing of death has turned her into quite the effective assassin even managing to kill a manifestation of death itself.
Related: How To Become Death: Arya Stark's Journey Throughout Game Of Thrones
4 "Nothing Isn't Better Or Worse Than Anything. Nothing Is Just Nothing."
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Arya learns the mantra of "wiping the slate clean" and existing as "no one" when being initiated into the guild of the Faceless Men. This philosophical food for thought is certainly a representation of her character and place in the world during the middle of Game of Thrones.
Stripped of just about everything and everyone she loves, Arya faces little choice but to lose her own identity. After being trained and occasionally put through the wringer by Jaqen H'ghar and other Faceless Men, she's is finally able to claim to be "no one" with sincerity. It's this training in stealth, evasion, and emotional disassociation that allows her to develop further as a character and accomplish her goals of revenge. When asked who taught her to fight during a sparring match with Brienne, she cleverly answers, "no one." No one, indeed.
3 "The Last Thing You're Going To See Is A Stark Smiling Down At You As You Die."
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There aren't many feel-good moments in Game of Thrones that measure up to this bout of vengeance by Arya, especially after the grim events of previous seasons. After many episodes of anticipation building up to Arya's sworn revenge of Walder Frey, we finally see her swift plot come to fruition.
This is an impactful line which displays Arya's cunning as well as her relentlessness of exacting her own brand of vigilante justice. It's a powerful moment for her character and yet another reminder that, despite her innocent appearance, Arya is not to be messed with. It also acts as a satisfying payoff of the trials and tribulations of learning the ways of the Faceless Men as she was able to disguise herself to get to Walder.
Related: 5 Things Lord Of The Rings Does Better Than Game Of Thrones (& 5 Things Game Of Thrones Does Better)
2 "It's Where All The Maps Stop. That's Where I'm Going."
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This heartfelt scene near the end of the Game of Thrones finale sees the remaining Stark children parting ways. For Arya, this means getting far away from the tragic losses and misery which she has borne witness. This doesn't mean Essos, but to a distant land never before alluded and apparently not known. She's going "west of Westeros," but beyond this, her destination is not revealed. This illustrates that Arya doesn't strive for the destination, but the journey itself, as well as to "escape" or become liberated.
It is a conclusion which somewhat parallels Frodo Baggins, who is another protagonist seeking to lift their burden. Arya is set to venture on her own, like the lone wolf she is. It's a bittersweet ending for her, but one that feels fitting.
1 "Leave One Wolf Alive And The Sheep Are Never Safe."
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One of Arya's few quotes that actually surpasses the impact of her last line to Walder is when she addresses the Frey men disguised as Walder.
While season 7 as a whole received a tepid response from fans, it started off with a bang when "Walder Frey" addresses his men discussing the slaughtering of the Red Wedding bluntly. We soon discover this is not Frey, but actually Arya, as the men holding goblets of wine suddenly drop. The already powerful scene then closes out with this memorable line. It's a neat little Stark-themed allegory that adds the exclamation point to a pivotal scene in Game of Thrones.
Next: Game of Thrones: 10 Best Sansa Stark Quotes
source https://screenrant.com/game-thrones-aryas-10-best-quotes/
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Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine
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Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234
ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx
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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.
She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.
“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.
“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.
“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.
“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.
The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.
“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.
“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.
Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too 'much homework’.
“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.
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Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.
“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.
“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.
Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.
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“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see."Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.
"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.
Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.
Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.
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Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.
About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.
“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.
Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.
The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.
“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.
“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.
“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.
“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.
“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.
“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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I've booped her a bunch today but nothing happened. :'(
Did she want to be booped?
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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How many boops on cat's nose does it take to establish world peace?
1, if they’ll let you.
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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Ooh who is your favorite playable character for monster prom? Personally, I always go for Oz
Oohh I love playing Brian, he’s always my first choice
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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Who's your favorite Monster High character?
Oooohhhhhh uhhh thats like a hard ass question
I love Valerie, Scott, Liam, Zoe, and Coach and Calulester
Much too hard to pick my favorite dork. I love them all very much
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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Do you enjoy working on the story or the art more?
Ohh that’s a hard question.. I mean in some areas it depends,
I love drawing the void boys and Camila, but there’s a depth that I think I can capture more with words and time.
I would have to say overall I enjoy the art more. (It’s kinda my second nature now.) There’s just something about seeing people that I could see myself in.
There is a piece of me in every one of them. Some have more pieces than others.
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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Who has been your favorite character to write so far? Also hope you've had a good day ned!
It’s gotta be like a three way tie between Logan, Virgil, and Camila
They’re all like on ‘tough, rough and a smidge spooky, but really is just a total dork’ common ground, and it’s just 👌
Though, Virgil’s Vampire King Storyline is about to get spicier (there’s a rather big event planned for the next Intothevoids Anniversary).
But also thank you, hope you have a good day too, 3.
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askintothevoids · 3 years
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Watch out Ned, they might kick your head.
What might kick my head?
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