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Andrew!Peter With A Skater Girlfriend Would Include...

Request: May i request a tasm!Peter with a skater girlfriend

Sure my lovely @maycat-19-142! I’ve never skated myself so I’m using poetic license here lmao <3 

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(I do not own TASM or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @guyinagreensuit.)

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You first caught Peter’s attention during both your last years of High School. The final bell had rung, and instead of going home Peter had decided to sit on one of the lunch benches in the courtyard, and try to fix the camera Flash had knocked out of his hand during first period. Despite how much he scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses, and tried his hardest to concentrate on which little screw goes into which fiddly mechanism, he kept on coming distracted by someone skating out of the corner of his eye.

To be completely honest, the whole camera thing was just a ruse. Just a fabrication, just a way that he could sit and not draw too much attention to himself as he looked at you. He had been in love with you for a while now, and he had spent may an afternoon pretending to do his homework, or nap, or listen to music on this very bench to just gaze at you. He was too afraid, too awkward to just come up to you and say, ‘hey, Y/n, so I don’t know if you know, but my name’s Peter Parker and you’ve owned my heart since eighth grade.’

He nearly drops his lens in surprise, lanky arm reaching out to grab it and nearly punching you in the face when he finally is drawn out of his musing and realises you’re standing right in front of him. With a big smile on your face, you kick up your skateboard and hold it against your hip as you hold out a hand to him.

‘It’s Peter, right?’

He has to stop himself gasping in surprise, instead wildly blinking in shock a few times before realising himself and taking your hand within your own. Shaking it all wobbly like jelly, his slender fingers can’t find a way to let go of yours until you gently hand his hand back to him with a giggle.

‘Yeah. Yeah!’, he starts suddenly, reaching up behind him to scratch the back of his head. ‘And you’re Y/n, right? I- I saw you skateboarding… you’re pretty good. I skate too!’

He points at it while you take a seat down on the meshed metal beside him, stifling a laugh but also pretending not to notice at the way his leg jumps when your own settles to rest against it.

The two of you end up skating back to his house together, after just sitting and chatting about everything and nothing for a little while. The two of you spend hours outside his porch, just laughing and chasing each other, sitting down on your boards and racing each other down the street.

It was just one of those natural things, as if the two of you had been doing this forever. Sitting behind him, resting your arms around his waist, he turns his head slightly to grin at you. Smiling back, you rest your cheek on the back of his jacket as the two of you go rolling off down the hilled tram lines nearby, and everything in that moment just felt right. As if the two of you had always done this. As if you were meant to. As if the Universe was just waiting for the perfect time and offering the perfect opening to draw two soulmates together.

The two of you spend a lot of weekends hanging out at the park near your house. Peter sits by the edge of the fountain, holding his camera up and trying to take pictures even close to capturing how ethereal you look in the golden rays of the summer light as you skate by him, posing each time you pass. Rolling over the cobbled bricks, he makes it a game to try and grab onto your waist each time you go past, and if he succeeds, he’s rewarded with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

He sneaks out of his bedroom window at night to go and sneak in clumsily through yours. Before you spend the rest of the night and early morning before graduation cuddled up against his chest while he strokes happily, euphorically over your shoulder with that cute little glint of adoration in his eyes, he drags you out. The two of you go skating together down the roads, and avenues, and promenade, blasting indie music through your earbuds and just holding hands as the honey rays begin to melt their soft sweetness over the top of the house rows. 

It’s always the best parts of his day - just a little slice of heaven in the midst of the hardships and uncertainties of his life. You are always the best of him, showing him the goodness and beauty life can bring.

He keeps on tripping up though, and nearly breaks his board clean in half. It’s only because he keeps on trying to sneak little giggly, puppy dog eyes over at you when he should be looking where he’s going.

Sometimes he’s more playfully sneaky, though. Times like these, he pretends to fall over just so he can grab onto your shoulders and tug you against his chest as he stumbles. He’s all ‘wooaaahhh’ as he, in a very obviously fake manner, falls onto the ground. It’s just an excuse for you to land on top of him, so he can wrap his long arms and legs around you like a koala bear and press a thousand warm fast kisses over your face as you laugh.

You’re very good at patching him up after rough days as Spider-Man, because during your early days of skating you had to do the same on yourself. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he slumps between your knees as you reach down and apologise as he winces, the alcohol wipe burning against the scrape on his forehead. He knows you’re tough, and resilient, and so, so amazing and more than he deserves, but as soon as you’re finished he rests his forehead gently against yours with a warm sigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he just lingers next to you, letting you know that he’s warm and safe as his fingers dance across your cheek.

POV: Being in a relationship with Loki

1. Always calls you ‘darling’ or ‘my love’ or ‘my queen/king’ mostly pretty old fashioned nicknames, but he always adds the word ‘my’ with it.

2. Always smiles at you even at the most random times.

3. Would kiss you all the time.

4. Lots of hugs.

5. Would always be there to comfort you. Any kind of nightmare or when you have an anxiety attack he’s always there to help you calm down and relax.

6. Would teach you magic.

7. Lots of times it can get very kinky.

8. Would mostly wake up with him tracing his fingers over your skin.

9. He’s not the best with words but when he says the words ‘i love you’ you know it’s real, as he’s eyes says the most.

10. Would slow dance with you under the moonlight.

11. Training with each other daily.

12. Always loves snuggling with you. Now this is what he would hate to do with anyone else but cuddling with you always makes him feel warm and at home.

13. Teaming up together to prank others especially Thor a lot.

14. Always reads to you.

15. Would worry about your safety constantly and make sure your ok.

16. Would let you play with his hair. (secretly enjoys it)

17. Will get overly jealous if someone even glances at you.

18. Would always find a way to make you laugh.

19. Would only open up to you about his actual feelings, sometimes cries while burying his head at the crook of your neck. He would never share the things with anyone that he shared with you.

20. Tells you that he loves you at least once a day.

21. Fighting by each other’s sides.

22. Tear apart all the nine realms if you ever get lost.

23. Would sometimes sing to you in Asgardian.

24. If you ever have an argument he’s the one to always come and apologise first, saying how much he loves you and would do anything to prove it.

25. Would always try to back you up no matter how serious the situation.

26. Only kneels for you.

Bucky has a nightmare and wants cuddles with reader 🥺

The Wrong I Did

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and needs you for comfort.

Warnings: Bucky has a nightmare so minor angst, Bucky needs cuddles and of course you’re there for him

Author’s Notes: Thank you so much for sending me this request! I really hope you like it! ❤️ Thank you to my wonderful friend @becca-e-barnes for the supportive words and encouragement to post my stuff once again because your enthusiasm makes me so happy and excited to even do this!!!!🥺

Word count: 1,270

Bucky was gasping for air when his nightmare jolted him awake in the middle of the night. The sweat that was gathered on his forehead steadily dripped down his face and into the sheets that were bunched around his waist. It’s the same nightmare every night, it plagues his mind every time he closes his eyes and tries to find rest.

For a long time, Bucky had nobody to talk to through the night. Before you and him became friends, he would sit in his armchair and read a book, just to use something as a distraction. It was always the same until one night when he stumbled into the kitchen anxiously and saw you on one of the footstools sipping some tea. You offered to make some for him, he accepted and you’ve been there for him ever since.

Bucky just didn’t like coming to you and ruining your good night sleep though. You shouldn’t have to stay up late just because he needs you, though you disagreed strongly with him about that and told Friday to wake you if any distress sounds were coming from his room.

Friday kept her promise, alerting you that Bucky was awake and his breathing was worrying. You wasted no time getting out of bed and heading towards his room in the dark, knowing the journey by heart. You spend so much time in his room you often joke about just moving in with him, something he laughs off but has considered. There was something about you that was an instant calm for him, you kept him grounded and here. Something not even Steve could do.

You didn’t knock when you got to his room, knowing it would be unlocked just in case you needed him too. You never told him, but you always needed him. Bucky became that friend that you needed to be around 24/7, you needed his company, his cuddles, his forehead kisses. He loved to shower you in compliments and make you feel special, and with him you always felt special.

“Bucky?” Your voice was above a whisper as you entered his room, the curtains were opened and Bucky was slouched on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. From the moonlight that poured in, you could see his back was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his sheets were twisted and torn all over the place. He had clearly been suffering here alone for quite a few hours.

“Hey Buck.” You said again, keeping your footsteps quiet as you joined him on the edge of the bed. The closer you got to him, the more clearly you could hear his whimpers and sobs. It broke your heart because all you wanted to do was fix him, and allow him one night to sleep without the nightmares invading his mind.

Gently putting your hand on his back, you started to rub in a soothing manner. You shushed him and told him everything was going to be okay, you were here and he’s safe.

After what felt like hours, he finally took some deep breaths. Wiping his eyes with his palms and wiping the excess tears and sweat into his pyjama bottoms. He turned to look at you, an embarrassed smile on his face as he sighed.

“I’m sorry Friday woke you.” He said, his voice croaky from crying and tiredness. You clicked your tongue, still rubbing his back.

“I’m not sorry. I’d rather be here with you always so you’re not alone.”

“I know doll, I just didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve done that enough this week.” He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“I don’t care about sleep, Buck. I care about you and I care about your well-being. Listen, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll change the sheets?” You offered, taking his hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze to let him know you didn’t mind and you didn’t, Bucky needed you and you had no intentions on leaving him.

“Will–will you still be here? I kind of want to cuddle if–if you’re comfortable.”He asked nervously, dreading spending a few more hours alone and having more nightmares coming back for him.

“Of course! Hey, I don’t plan on leaving you. I’ll just change the sheets and I’ll stay for as long as you need. I don’t know if I snore, that’s the only thing.” That made him chuckle lightly, pride and joy beaming within you that you managed to make him smile. Bucky shook his head and bit his lip.

“Alright. But if you’re gone when I get back I’m coming to your room and dragging you back here.” He teases, grateful that the tension in the room was slowly but surely disappearing.

As you promised, you were still in the room when he emerged from his bathroom in a shirt and clean boxers. Clean bedding was neatly made on the bed and the curtains had been closed again.

“You stayed.” He said, almost in a whimper. Droplets of water dripped from the strands of his hair onto his broad shoulders. You patted his usual side of the bed and pulled the duvet covers back for him to get under. He sighed as the clean sheets felt fresh against his sweat-free and clean body. You waited for him to lay on his back and get comfortable before snuggling in and resting your head on his shoulder, your arm over his stomach.

“I don’t know who made you a promise that they would stay and didn’t, but I promise I’ll never leave you need me.” You whispered in the dark, your fingers circling on his stomach over his shirt.

“What if I always need you?” You almost missed the words he said them so quietly, you were sure he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

“Then I’ll always stay.”

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Bucky didn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. But he woke up the next morning with your legs tangled up and your face buried in his neck. The sunlight was just barely peeping through the joining of the curtains. He turned to check the time, surprised it read 8:00am. He would usually stay awake through the night after a particularly bad nightmare like last night. With your body so close to him, sleep found him quickly and it was as if you were holding some kind of protection because he dreamed only of good things. His nightmare didn’t return like he had suspected it might. He was embarrassed enough when he cried in front of you last night.

You stirred awake, sighing into his neck and stretching your limbs.

“Good mornin’.” You croaked with a smile, breathing in his wonderful and intoxicating scent.

“Good morning, doll. Did you sleep okay?” If you hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known.

“Oh I did! So, so good! How about you?”

“I slept incredibly well. I had a great dream.” He smiled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You pressed a gentle and light-feathered kiss on his chest. “I feel like you need to stay with me every night because it seems you might keep the nightmares away.” He chuckled lightly and sighing. His adam’s apple bobbing as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I told you before, if you wanna be roomies we can be!”

“I do want to be. Roomies I mean.” He kissed your forehead, and you snuggled in closer to him.

“Me too, I like your company.” You smiled. “Now come on, get up, I wanna get breakfast!”

reblog if loki

Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself

Ready to Comply: The Google Translate Soldier

Who here doesn’t like some good old Winter Soldier angst? Raise your hands. Now leave, this post is not for you.

Just kidding. Stay if you want. But be warned: it may get a teeny bit angsty.

Okay, so, we all know The Phrase. We’ve had this phrase destroy our souls again and again, in the canon, in fanfiction, in our unruly daydreams about the beauty and tragedy of a certain brainwashed supersoldier.

Oh god. The feels. But on we go.

I want desperately to use this phrase in my fics for obvious angst purposes, but here’s the thing: I’m a native Russian speaker and a professional translator, and the Russian version of the phrase from the movie is cutting my heart into tiny miserable pieces every time I think about it. (Which is, admittedly, A LOT.)

So, what is wrong with it?

In Captain America: Civil War, we hear Bucky say in an accent heavier than his metal arm, “я готов отвечать” [“ya gotov otvechat’”], after being put into the mindless killer machine mode by a bunch of horribly mangled Russian words and phrases. According to the subtitles, it means “ready to comply.”

Except that it doesn’t. The Russian verb “отвечать” [“otvechat’”] has a range of meanings, from “to reply” to “to account for” and so on. The only context in which it can correspond to the English verb “to comply” is when talking about a gas pipe complying with safety requirements or a rant post complying with Tumblr community guidelines.

So, “я готов отвечать” can mean something like “I’m ready to answer [your questions]” or “I’m ready to assume responsibility [for something],” turning the scene into some kind of an interrogation or an investigation, while we all know that it’s neither.

There’s another version, straight from our dear Google Translate.

(I love Google Translate so much. It always proves that the need for human translators will never cease.)

What’s wrong with this one? Well, “я готов подчиниться” [“ya gotov podchinit’sya”] is much better in terms of word choice. The Russian verb “подчиниться” [“podchinit’sya”] does, indeed, mean “to obey, to submit, to surrender” and so on. The problem is with the verb form.

Verbs in Russian have two aspects: the perfective aspect, which indicates a one-time action, and the imperfective aspect, which points to a more ongoing kind of thing. Unaware of the context, Google Translate uses the perfective aspect, which turns the phrase into “I’m ready to comply, but only just this once, don’t bother me after that.”

The proper form would be “подчиняться” [“podchinyat’sya”] instead of “подчиниться” [“podchinit’sya”] (yes, it’s a one letter difference, but see how huge it is?). The whole phrase would then be “я готов подчиняться” [“ya gotov podchinyat’sya”], which might even pass for an adequate translation.

But there’s one more thing.

The English phrase doesn’t have a first-person pronoun. In fact, it doesn’t have any pronoun at all. It doesn’t indicate the speaker in any way, because the one saying it isn’t supposed to be a person. The ‘who’ here isn’t important. What is important, is that whoever (or whatever) it is, is ready.

Here, have a tissue.

The Russian phrase, however, begins with “Я” [“Ya”], which means, unsurprisingly, “I” and is not syntactically mandatory in this case. Just like in English.

Moreover, it doesn’t figure much in standard military expressions. Why waste precious army time on such meaningless things as personal pronouns? Again, there are no persons here. Only soldiers.

My personal favorite for rendering “ready to comply” in Russian is “готов служить” [“gotov sluzhit’”], which means “ready to serve” as in “to serve one’s country.” Or one’s captors. Take your pick.

Oh wait, you’re not allowed to choose. Sorry.

The pros for this version are: it’s a standard phrase that indicates one’s willingness to obey and submit and is primarily used in the military context. Moreover, it’s a standard Russian phrase, and seeing Bucky utter it like some common Soviet private would be so much more heartbreaking. (Yes, even more.)

The cons are: it’s a standard phrase. As far as I understand, “ready to comply” isn’t standard military lingo, so maybe the Russian version should reflect that as well. Or maybe I’m overthinking it.

In conclusion? Marvel couldn’t splurge on an actual Russian speaker to proofread a couple of sentences, and now I’m forever torn between wanting a phrase that sounds like idiomatic Russian instead of machine translation and wanting to make a recognizable fandom reference.

Fandom life is hard, people.

Nightmares || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count: 4696

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion. I think that’s it but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this.

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him. 

Notes: This is a story that I wrote a while back kinda inspired off that scene in tfatws in which Bucky is sleeping on the floor. This is not the first time I write or share a story but it is the first time that I do it in english so I hope it’s not terrible. If it is, I’m sorry, I’ll get better with time!

I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

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Random Peter Parker/Spiderman headcanons (gender neutral)

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-Sends your favorite flower(s) to your house/apartment while he's on patrol

-If you like a certain candy, he'll ask Mr. Stark to buy a whole crate

-Yes, you two have done the legendary Spiderman kiss many times whenever he saves you from meager robbers

-Scared to hold/cuddle you because of his strength but slowly warms up

-Has helped you in any subject you may be failing in

-Would shyly reward you with kisses if you get the answer right when studying

-(If you have younger siblings) He gets along with them so well, a perfect babysitter(if Spiderman isn't needed but ofc that's rare)

-(If you have older siblings) He'll be a little shy with them but would have great conversations with them

-(If you have a pet((s)) Will get a teeny tiny bit jealous if you give them your attention but won't say it out loud

-Will support you FULLY with your hobbies, whether it's art, music, working out, cosplaying. He is your personal cheerleader and he's proud.

-He has a few doodles of you in his school notebooks, may have drawn a few small hearts on the side

-His heart swells whenever you see something you really like and you get a cute, bright smile on your face; He loves it when you're happy

-Loves it when you massage his tense muscles after fighting crime

-Your hands are small in his and he gets flustered whenever he looks at them

-If you feel insecure about your body, he will place kisses on the place you're insecure about and praises you like the masterpiece you are

-Random love notes in your school locker or in your school books

-Loves it when you're nerdy with him; you both could talk about Star Wars, Tony Stark/Iron Man, The Avengers, Star Trek, anything

-He gets so happy when you get along with his friends, especially Ned and MJ

-He loves that you deny Flash's pick-up lines and how independent you can be

-You both have danced to many songs, RnB, Pop, Metal, well known meme songs

-Matching onesies

-Being Spiderman does make his confidence go up but whenever he approaches you as his alter ego, he's your shy bean Parker

-Loves your singing voice, even if you're not trying

-HE IS THE LITTLE SPOON AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

-He gets nightmares from losing his parents to losing his uncle to his scary enemies so he'll set his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat while your hands run through his hair

-He tries to not talk about you to Wade because...it's Wade

-Regarding your sexuality or sexualities, he is all in with supporting you after doing more research because he may not know them and would feel embarrassed if he asked

-He is ready to be the shoulder you need to cry on INSTANTLY, he's got your favorite movie/movie series on, favorite snacks and drinks, favorite stuffed animals(optional). Or if you don't want that, he's ready to hold you in his arms while singing lullabies to you

-After that, he'll ask if someone said something or did something and he definitely will confront them.

-In conclusion, Peter Parker is hopelessly in love with you and will do anything to make you happy