do u ever just take off your glasses bc youre tired of seeing things

All the time. Our world is messed up. Some places are not as messed up as some but they are still messed up.

Things I’ve Said

A/N: Finally, I request. Yay.

Request: You posted a Prompt List and I wanted to send you some. “Don’t get mad at me for speaking my mind!” “She’s gone!?!” You are an amazing writer and I love what you do. Also, can this be a Tom Holland x Reader or Peter Parker x Reader?

A/N: Also, thanks for the motivation:) The other one will be up soon as I finish it.

Tom held his breath as I began to tell him how much it would mean to me if he would just listen. I could recollect that things that we’ve done together. Ice skating in the park, and even horseback riding with is cousin Sydney in Atlanta, Georgia. I tugged my skirt down a bit as Tom stood up and started to pace around the floor.

“Tom?” I said, as my voice started to cracking a little.

Tom stopped pacing and sighed violently. “What?!” He snapped. “You-you-you made a mockery of me at that that fucking party, Y/N!” Tom picked up his cellphone off the dining table. Based on Tom’s body language, he wasn’t happy with what I have said to everyone at the party.

“Don’t curse at me!” I exclaimed. “That’s the least that you could do, Tom.”

Putting both of his hands on the dining table, Tom looked over his shoulder. “You didn’t have to fucking talk about what you think. All the fucking time, love.” He said, reassuring. “Look, Y/N!”

As I played with my skirt, I looked up and lifted my pointer finger. “I told you at the party!” I retorted, standing up and folding my arms. “Don’t get mad at me for speaking my mind. And here we are now, Tom. You’re mad at me!”

“I know!” He screamed as he turned around to face me. I sat back down on the sofa and started to break down. Tom’s footsteps heading towards me. He placed his hands on top of mine. “Hey. Hey. Look at me, Y/N.”

I slowly lifted my head up.

“I only got made because I love you, love.” He placed a hand on my chin and lifted my head up so that we are both looking into each other’s eyes. “And I respect that you were trying to protect me at that stupid party, I suppose that I overacted quite a bit.”

“-You think?”

“Yeah, I think, Y/N.”

@spideyecris This is the second one that was written. They are both so good.

She’s Gone?!?!

A/N: A few triggers warning before you read this: death and Parker tears. Female reader, since I’m still at ease with non-binary form of gender writing. Also, I might write a part 2 to this since there’s so much to add to the story.

Request: You posted a Prompt List and I wanted to send you some. “Don’t get mad at me for speaking my mind!” “She’s gone!?!” You are an amazing writer and I love what you do. Also, can this be a Tom Holland x Reader or Peter Parker x Reader?

Peter Parker payed no attention to the others in the waiting room as he waited for the doctor to step foot into the waiting room. He started hoping that Y/N would still be alive after everything that he could do as Spider-Man. Peter knew that he would one day regret his actions.

His best friend, Harry Osborn sat down beside him. “I know how much Y/N means to you, Peter.” Harry spoke to him faintly. “There’s too much suffering in this world for you to keep the image of the girl who you once knew.”

“But she’s special, Harry, too special for the world not to witness the talents off.” Peter said as he lightly chuckled and leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Do you remember that time when she told you that you couldn’t beat her at beer pong?”

“Yeah, and I won.”

He shook his head. “No, Harry. You got drunk and she. She’s the one who won.”

Harry chuckled, softly. “I was so hoping that you’d say that I won, Peter.”

“That would be called lying, my friend.”

A few minutes later, the doctor walked out from Y/N’s hospital room, holding a clipboard in his hand. “Mister and Missus Y/L/N?”

Both Peter and Harry stood up say they both heard Y/N’s last name being called by the doctor. Peter and Harry looked at each other as none of them even bothered to call Y/N’s parents on the phone. The doctor called your last name again. 

“Mister and Missus Y/L/N?”

“We’re friends of Miss Y/L/N, doctor.” Harry said as he walked closer towards him. “What’s wrong with her, doctor? Is she still alive? What about Gwen? Gwen Stacy? What happened to her too, doctor?”

Peter stood beside Harry in silence. 

“Miss Stacy had snapped her neck and is now being sent down to the morgue for cleaning.” The doctor informed the boys. “And as for Miss Y/L/N, she fractured her hip, but her fall might be the reason why she’s still in coma. I will not make some promises that she will wake up one day, because she may not. But let’s just think positive thoughts and hope for her health.”

“So, you’re saying that there’s no hope that at least one of them will still be around and grow old?” Harry asked the doctor.

“I didn’t oblige to saying that, sir.”

The next day. Peter went out of everybody’s way. It was embeded in his head that Y/N would be gone forever. He swung from building to building to find himself an escape from reality. He wanted to get rid of the emotions that had built up inside of him from all the trauma that happened yesterday. He thought that he could save Gwen and Y/N from the danger that they had to face. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, as he looked up into the sky. “I’m sorry that I did wasn’t enough to protect you.”

Peter landed on top of Richard Rodgers Theatre, and Hamilton has having a #Ham4Ham show up front for the people who wanted to get a ticket to see the show. Peter had tickets in his pocket that he was going to surprise Y/N with. He sat down on the edge of the building and let out a sigh, before he took his cellphone out of his pocket. “Yes?” He answered the ringing of his cellphone.

“Peter. It’s Harry. They pronounced Y/N dead an hour ago. What should I tell her parents?”

“Just let them know that everything will be okay.”

“Anything simpler than that?”

Peter sighed. 

“She’s gone, Peter.”

Peter disconnected the call as soon as reality hit him. Hard. He stood up and started to pace back and forth on the roof, where no one would be able to notice him. He took off his mask and threw it on the floor. “Oh shit. Oh shit.” He muttered. “Why her, God? Why her?” Peter punched the wall as hard as he could. “It should have been me. It should have been me.”

@spideyecris Thank you so much for writing this it made me so happy. You did a wonderful job. I have no more words!!!!