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starlightkenobi · 4 years

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Tear You Apart // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, light choking, light hair pulling, mostly just pining tbh

a/n: inspired by the song “tear you apart” by she wants revenge, i love this song and its always given me possessive ani vibes,,, LIKE U WANNA LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT END OF ROTS ANAKIN BEFORE HE GETS BURNT ? YOU GONNA TRY ? YOU CANT !

also: this is the longest thing i have written for this account and i am pretty darn proud of it which is rare for me, so i hope yall enjoy !!! 💕

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Anakin’s mind ebbed and flowed with the tide of people wandering the room. He always hated these formal Jedi gatherings, usually coming up with some convoluted scheme to get out of attending. Not tonight though, Obi Wan was completely fed up with Anakin’s usual antics. His stern voice still haunted his ears, and remembering it filled him with remnants of dread.

He was so sick of all of it. The annoyingly forced casual conversations, the same people, same faces, even the same damn Jedi robes, save the few senators mingled into the room. All of the people faded into one dull energy, like a black hole draining Anakin’s energy and enthusiasm. He was sure that if he had to choose between this and death, he would pick death without hesitation.

That was, until he layed his eyes on you.

You walked with such presence, such grace, that it was impossible for someone to not notice you. Your robes hugged your figure and flattered you in a way that Anakin didn’t even know was possible. Your hair hung around your head, flowing around you and illuminating your features like a halo. Which was quite possible, Anakin thought, considering you might be an actual angel in the flesh.

Your flesh. Anakin pictured how soft it would be under his touch, the goosebumps that would arise after the cold touch of his metal hand. To touch real skin, to have that real contact...Anakin was touch starved to be sure. But now, he was ravenous, and you were the only meal he’d seen in years.

A voice in his mind screamed at him, a voice that was very stern and similar to Obi Wan’s disappointed father-like tone, if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to ignore the raging thoughts that screamed, Listen to yourself, Anakin. Your being gross and creepy. Calm down.

Luckily, he didn’t need to ignore them. The second you turned around and yours eyes met, he was gone. Those thoughts were drowned out by even louder ones that told him to scoop you up right there, claim you as his, test the feeling of his lips on yours.

Your lips looked so soft, and even from this distance he could almost feel them pressing against his skin, see them falling open in a drawn out moan. And your eyes, sparkling like the stars in the clear skies of Naboo on a dark night. Deep and endless like the expanse of space that he so often saw while piloting his starfighter. Even still, they were flowing with a lifetime of emotion and soul that couldn’t be seen in all of the other Jedi in this room combined.

Emotion, pure and raw emotion. He always felt so wrong and alone, being emotional. Considering he had been told all of his life that emotions were not the Jedi way. But you, standing in front of him right now, were made of pure emotion and experience and feeling, something that could not be put into words, but only expressed.

Anakin’s heart stopped as he realized that you were actually standing right in front of him. In his trance, you noticed him staring and decided to approach him.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met.” No flattery, no pointless and boring casual conversation. You cut right to the chase, and it intrigued him even more.

“We definitely haven’t, there’s no way I would forget meeting you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and your cheeks flushed. A lovely, tinted pink. “I’m Anakin. Skywalker.” He added his last name, hoping that you might recognize it.

“General Skywalker...I’ve heard tales of your escapades, and especially of your unusual war tactics.” Your blush begun to fade, but a light pink still remained. It was absolutely adorable, Anakin decided, and he wondered how flushed your face would get with his mouth trailing down your neck.

“Do my unusual tactics bother you?” Anakin asked, and he visibly appeared less tense then he did moments ago. You were so easy to talk to, and your force energy felt so soothing around him. He wanted to be enveloped in it. Maybe it was some circumstance of fate that he was forced to attend this gathering tonight. Maybe it was this same fate that brought him to you.

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m intrigued.” You gave him your name, and reached your hand towards his, expecting him to shake it. However, the soft skin of your hand was too much of a temptation. As soon as he felt your touch, he pressed his lips gently to the back of your hand. Normaly, you would have been annoyed with the flirtatious advances of someone so early into meeting them. But this felt different, it felt new and strange and somehow, comforting.

Needless to say, you were completely drawn in and wanted more.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

A deep breath of fresh air filled Anakin’s lungs as he stepped out onto the balcony. The crowds of people had been practically suffocating him, and to finally have some peace and quiet alone with the stars felt magical. Maybe this is what the Jedi mean when they say, “There is no emotion, there is peace.” Out here, with nothing but the endless black sky and the stars, Anakin did feel at peace. However, that didn’t stop the torrent of emotions swirling in his gut. So he figured that old, tired saying was bullshit anyways.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” He recognized it immediately. Your voice, like a serene melody, filled his ears. Immediately, he spun around, desperate to see your face again. This time, however, he felt nervous when he saw you. Afraid, even. So many thoughts were flooding his head all at once that it almost became to much.

“I...wasn’t expecting anyone to join me.” Ankain fumbled over his words, staggering to uphold his good impression on you.

“I can leave, if you’d prefer to be alone. I completely understand. These gatherings can get a bit...claustrophobic.” Your voice was softer now, and Anakin could tell that you were trying to mask the hurt in your tone. You would have turned around and walked away without a word, had he asked, but Anakin wouldn’t allow that. As soon as you turned to leave, he reached out toward your hand and took it in his own.

“No!” Anakin almost shouted, and even though he was afraid, he was ready to embrace any new and strange emotions if it meant getting to spend another moment with you. He steadied himself, preparing another sentence. “Your company is more than welcome.”

A smile tugged at your lips, reveling in his hand warming your now cool skin from the breeze. His hands were so much larger than yours, you noticed. Somehow, it made you feel safer, more comfortable. Anakin noticed and gripped your hand tighter.

Standing here, so close to you and in this lighting, he was finally able to see all of the fine detail in your eyes. The little speckles of color forming their own constellations in your galaxy. He could have sworn they were faintly glowing, each star producing its own aura of light.

You turned towards the sky, gazing up at it with all of the longing in the galaxy. Of course Anakin noticed it, he felt the same way about space. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Unconsciously, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had blown out of place from the wind. “Each little star feels like it has a life of its own, it’s own personality and feelings and emotions. I guess that’s why space has always called to me, the stars don’t judge.”

Anakin, still holding your hand, turned to the sky with you. “Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.”

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

After that first night together, meeting at the Jedi gathering and talking for hours out on the balcony, the only thing Anakin had in his mind was you. Sure, maybe he was a little obsessed, but you gave him this feeling, something that he had never really felt before. He had felt love before, for his mother and even for Obi Wan, so he knew what that felt like. Maybe, he felt that for you too.

But he felt something else as well, something new and strange. Lust, perhaps, but Anakin wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Right now, Anakin was perfectly content with the secret meetings around the temple, the constant excuses just to get out of some task and see each other, the longing gazes, the phantom touches.

For a while, it was heaven. It was new and exciting and absolutely perfect. But this went on for days, weeks, and now almost two months. He craved feeling your touch in a way that the council would disapprove of. He wanted to break all of the rules, destroy all of the boundaries set by the Jedi, and he wanted to do it for you.

But he was patient, when he needed to be. If he had learned anything from Obi Wan, it was at least that. So he would wait until you made the first “not strictly platonic Jedi pals” move. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, or do something that you weren’t ready for. Maybe you hadn’t even considered breaking the rules, maybe you felt nothing for him. Deep down, Anakin knew this wasn’t true, he sensed your mutual feelings for him all the way back on the day you first met, and every day since.

Still, for you, Anakin would wait a lifetime.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Anakin was struggling. Obi Wan sensed it, you sensed it, practically the whole council sensed it. But no one knew why. No one except him.

Anakin tried meditation, he tried training, he tried joy rides in his starfighter, he even tried sneaking off to a cantina. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It became a festering sore in the back of his mind, growing and growing with each passing day. It was getting out of hand, and he understood this. And it was frustrating as hell.

But it also felt so damn good to picture your body splayed out underneath him. He wanted to make you feel good. He needed to make you feel good. He owed that to you at least, for giving him this never ending sense of joy and content when he was around you. He did love you, and could say that with certainty now. And when it comes to love, you would do anything for the other person. That’s what Anakin believed, at least. He just needed to wait a little longer, wait until you confessed your feelings and pressed your lips to his. His waited a lifetime to find someone like you, he can wait a little longer.

But even the most patient person needs to relieve the tension a little bit sometimes.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Anakin’s hands dragged up your body, gripping your skin tight enough to leave bruises. You felt so perfect around him, moaning and whimpering and begging for more.

At least, that’s what he hoped you would be doing in this situation. His hands weren’t even really on your body at all. One was fisted in the sheets while the other stroked up and down on his stiff cock. He had been at this for a little bit by now, and was already so close to the edge. He just needed your voice, your perfect voice, telling him how good he felt inside of you to send him over.

“A-Ani...you feel...s-so good, you make me feel so good!”

He could almost hear you, if he tried hard enough.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

Streaks of hot cum painted his chest and hand, some even reaching up to touch his chin. His chest heaved, the last images of your body flooding his head. Your breasts painted with his cum was an image he wanted to keep with him, one that he hoped to recreate some day.

It was criminal, the things you did to him. He could only hope that you were feeling like this now too. Still panting and in his post orgasm haze, he closed his eyes and whispered aloud. He called out to you through the force, hoping that somehow you would hear him whisper,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

Both your’s and Anakin’s laughter filled the room. You were both hiding out in your quarters due to currently ditching a Jedi council meeting. Easily and casually, the laughter and conversation filled the room, and you both felt like a bunch of younglings who had skipped a training class.

As the laughter died down, you turned to face him. His laughter was one of the many things you loved about him. It was full and genuine and raw in a way that touched you emotionally. A way that you no longer wished to ignore.

“How long are we going to keep ignoring this?”

Anakin’s traded his smile for the look of a confused puppy. “What?”

You composed yourself, wanting to choose your words carefully. “I mean...the fact that we both have feelings for each other.”

Oh, Anakin thought.

Oh.

He was relieved that you were finally deciding to open up this can of worms, but he was still nervous and frankly, terrified of the possible outcome of this conversation. He looked away from you, unable to bring himself to make eye contact.

Taking it upon yourself to initiate some sort of contact, you tentatively reached for his hand. It brushed up against his, so you gently placed it on top of his and left it there.

“I’m tired of worrying about what the council thinks, aren’t you?” You questioned, still waiting for Anakin to look at you.

Slowly, his eyes met yours. He saw the lack of fear, lack of inhibition. You really wanted this, you wanted him. Your hand tightened its grip on his, your thumb slowly running along his skin.

“I love you, Anakin.” Your voice cane out hushed, as if you were afraid someone else would hear, even though you were alone.

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

“Are you sure that you want this? Are you ready to deal with the potential repercussions from the council? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I certainly don’t want to start anything that you aren’t ready for.”

You chuckled at his restraint. Still, you appreciated how much he cared for you. Clearly it was a lot, considering that you felt his desperation you through the force to just take you, but he was holding back anyways. For you.

“Believe me, Anakin. I’m ready. You don’t have to hold back.” You were looking at him with such lust, such need, that Anakin knew this was an invitation, and he accepted it with open arms.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

He pinned you back onto the bed, gathering your wrists into one hand. Frantically, as if he was afraid you would disappear, he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving marks that he knew the council would notice. Neither of you cared anyways.

It didn’t matter what the council thought, Anakin was ravenous. He wanted all of you, and now with your enthusiastic permission, he was going to take it.

His free hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, giving him easier access to your neck. You were squirming, whining, you needed to be touched. You had waited for this just as long as he had, so he would keep the teasing to a minimum.

He let go of your wrists and hair, shooting you a warning glare. “Keep them there.” His voice was deep, dominant, and it shot daggers through you. This sent a shiver down to your core.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

You were both stripped down now, his eyes traveling up your naked body. You were more beautiful than he could have ever pictured. His lips crashed forcefully against yours, and he slowly grinded against you. He needed to feel your skin pressed tightly against him, hust kike he had pictured before. Except this time, you were real. He was really feeling your skin against his and it felt so perfect and right and better than any sort of peace and serenity the Jedi talked about.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Anakin said in a hushed tone as he pulled away from your lips. Immediately and with a whimper, you obeyed. Anakin chuckled at this, your eager obedience. “Good girl.” He growled. A soft moan fell from your lips as you squirmed, but still keeping your hands firmly placed above your head.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

One hand finally made contact with your throbbing clit, while the other went to play with your breasts. Your heartbeat was so strong and quick that Anakin could feel it when he played with your breast.

“Your heart is beating so fast, like a little bunny.” He pinched your nipple, somehow knowing the exact pressure to use and how much to tug it to make you moan.

A finger slipped inside of you, giving you some sort of realese of the pressure building in your cunt. Suddenly, Anakin’s breath was fanning over the side of your face. It tickled your ear and made you squirm more than you already are.

Gently, he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, before moving his hand from your breast to your throat and lightly squeezing, while he whispered in your ear,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

#ok so before anyone says anything i know that rabbits arent technically a thing in star wars #BUT i thought of that line and thought it was really hot so i used it anyways #anakin skywalker #star wars #fanfic #the clone wars #smut #anakin x reader #anakin smut

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spidey-michelle · 7 years

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love makes you happy

Synopsis: Michelle breaks up with Peter , because of Peter getting injured so often , she can’t bear the thought of seeing him hurt . So she thinks that taking herself out of the picture , it’ll cause her less damage . In both of their emotions in whirlwinds , Michelle gets hurt badly , without Spider-man knowing.

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“ Hey MJ , you’re alright?’

Michelle tilts her head up to answer the voice of Peter , her boyfriend . She should of known , that he would pick up on her change of attitude . “yeah im fine! im really just thinking about life , you know?’ she sends him a small smile to try and conceal her true feelings in that moment , and thankfully it worked . In all honesty , she loved the boy with all her heart , but she felt like she couldn’t be with him anymore . As she laid in his arms , on the firescape of his apartment , in the cold air of the city , she kept thinking about him in pain . He was perfectly fine , right now , but she was reminded of last week when Peter showed up to her house , clutching his stomach in pain , and half of his mask torn . It scared her alot , the thought of losing him , now always nagging her mind . So being the great planner she is , she decided to take herself out of the picture so she could stop thinking about him in pain . Of course , that decision was only made after tears being shed for hours . Peter smiles down at her , matching her supposed happiness , and kisses her head . “ i can’t believe senior year is right around the corner , after high school is finished...im really thinking of officially joining the Avengers. “ The excitement clearly evident in his voice , sounding proud of himself , and finally sure of his choices. Now , that stung her heart a bit . Normally, she would feel the same , and be over the moon for her guy , but being in the Avengers brought bigger dangers . Michelle nods her head in agreement to Peter’s choice , feeling the need to start the conversation she has been dreading to begin . So she wraps one of his hands , while her mind was going blank . If she was going to do this , she had to keep a clean slate because emotions cloud judgement and she needed to finalize this before she was left scared every day of her life , knowing the person she loved most , risk his life.

“Peter...i’m scared”

“ of what? i swear there’s no rats up here , i che-”

Michelle couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head “It’s not about mice , i was talking about you” Now , this is where it all started going downhill.

Peter adjusts himself , now letting his arms drop to his sides , his eyebrows crunched in confusion . “Me? Why would you be scared of me?” . He tried to ignore the hurt that dawned on his heart , as he clearly wanted to know where she was going with this discussion .

Michelle watched as pieces of his curly hair , moved slightly with the wind that passed through . It was distracting to say the least , Peter is distracting.

She shook her head , and began talking “ I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore , Parker” , and that’s when Peter knew that she was serious and something was wrong . Michelle mentioning and referring to him as his last name , was friendly and reminding him too much of their arguing .

“I’m being as careful as i can , which i cant make any promises because being a superhero isnt really like working at a corner store , MJ” his eyes never leaving her face , which they manage to keep eye contact as Michelle stands . She began pulling on her sleeves , wanting to disappear , already feeling guily seeping through her skin .

“ I understand , but you getting hurt keeps playing in the back of my head , it’s making me worry more than it should .” She manages to let those words pass her dry tongue , her heartbeat increasing with every move , Peter makes .

“You could of told me sooner , i could put the suit away for a few days so it could ease you...would that work?” He says , praying with every bone in his body that she would accept his offer . But , he stayed watching as she turned around and began putting her belongings into her bag , and shook her head . “I’m sorry , but i’m afraid that wont work for me . i know i sound stupid and selfish right now , but i cant make you give up what you love for me . That’s too much of me to ask , Peter.....” She pauses , daring herself to just slam her lips on his one last time.

“ i can’t make myself worry about you being in the hospital every other weekend.. I’m already taking summer classes and i need to be focused.”

As Peter’s mind tried to process the information , which felt like his head was spinning faster than a teacup ride at Disney , yet working at a snail speed .

He reached for her hand , “What are you saying?”

“fuck...Peter , im breaking up with you” her breath hitched in the back of her throat , feeling like air was being sucked out of her lungs . She ignored the painful heartache , and began walking past him . She was so close to walking out of the apartment , wanting to forget . But an arm pulls her back , and before she began to protest , lips were touching hers.

Neither of them could describe the emotions being passed between the two , the passion , guilt , anger , pleading for the other to let go and stay . Peter couldn’t stop himself , when he said “ i love you . please MJ , i’ll do anything...” .

Michelle looked down at her feet , the minute she pulled away from that already breathtaking lip lock . “protect yourself spidey” was the last thing she said before running out of the door . Trying to ignore the pleading , and the fact that it was midnight and had a 20 minute walk back home .

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Days turned into weeks , and Michelle even unplugged her television to avoid the constant media attention to the “Wonderful Spider-Man” . She barely watched tv , being that she currently obsessed with an autobiography on Angela Davis . She was an activist for the civil rights movement and believed in feminism greatly , especially during her younger years. So that really inspired Michelle , or to mostly distract her from the real world happening around her . The world she claimed to know so well , but barely experiences it .

She had just walked out of school , having a little pep in her step . It seemed like one of the first times , she felt happy since not seeing Peter . She had gotten a 105 on a physics test , and it excited her so much . To see her hard work pay off like this , in a grade that was was above perfect . She almost ran to Peter’s locker to share her happiness , but turned back around to exit the building on one of the side entrances . They both felt horrible without eachother , but Peter respected her choices always and let her have space .

Later in the evening , Michelle decides to go to the store to get some ice cream and eat it in a local cafe near her house . She couldn’t be home right now , her mother was yelling at her brother over something stupid , and she didn’t want to be around for that . awkward

She had just bought the ice cream and was putting the extra 15 cent change back into her bag , when she felt someone grab her and push her into the alley that was neighboring the store . “what the-?’ Michelle mumbled to herself , it was around 9pm , so it was dark enough to not see her attacker .

“give me the bag!” the person suddenly screamed at her , now she got worried . She wasn’t stupid , she was being robbed .

Her pulse quickened , adrealine popping through her veins daring her to talk back to the mystery “ It’s mine man , back off “ Michelle realized that was probably the lamest comeback , but the person replied with a chuckle and replied “ You just wanna get hurt don’t you? just give me the damn bag , or i’ll actually damage that pretty body of yours”

Michelle’s eyes bulged out of their sockets , as she noticed the moonlight illuminating on a shiny object in the left hand of her attacker .

It’s a knife..a pocket knife to be exact .

But she always had the upper hand , she had taken defense classes since she was young and carried a small can of pepper spray with her . “ and you should really rethink robbing me , loser” she snickers before reaching into her purse and spraying pepper spray right into the eyes of the guy . She smiled to herself , after literally standing up for herself in a robbery attempt . It was the first ever in her life , but she succeeded . Whew!!

Screams fell out of the guy’s mouth , but didn’t leave his spot . Usually , people would run in agony and to the nearest emergency room . Now she really panicked . “ You’re funny , little girl” he whispers to her , and reaches to grab Michelle. “If you touch me...your dead” she tries to sound intimidating .

But , judging by the raspy voice , the guy probably smoked , so he was definitely older than her . He set his hand on her hip , pulling Michelle flush to him . He stunk...

But avoiding the urge to gag , she tried to look around for any weapon but she took too long because she felt the purse be ripped off her body . Great... the day she picks one of her expensive shoulder purses to wear..

She felt a cold metal sensation on the right side of her hip and looked down to see the knife wanting to slash into her skin .

“you got my purse , you dickhead” Michelle says , trying to escape his grip . So she starts screaming for help , the minute , they both spotted someone coming their way . The man cut Michelle , mostly on accident , because she was struggling so much . But the gash was about 2-3 inches long , and Michelle yelped in pain , as the guy ran away with her ice cream and purse .

The bystander , held Michelle up on her feet as she almost loses her balance and began asking questions . She manages to say “he took it..take me to the hospital please” Michelle looked up at the person to see a middle aged woman and she immediately nodded . The gash was deep but it definitely wasn’t so serious. Her shirt soon felt sticky , with her blood .

She was really trying not to freak out .

But , Spider-Man wasn’t there to save her and that teared at her heart strings a bit .

Light soon made it’s way through Michelle’s eyes , as she opened them , probably after sleeping . But she woke up , to a bandage wrapped around her hip . She wondered who put that there..she had probably been sleeping for a while . She looked around to see jackets spralled on the seats next to her bed so she figured her parents had come .

She remembered taking anti-biotics and pain relievers before falling asleep so she didnt wince in any pain . Which she was thankful for . She was still wearing her clothes , because she didnt want to put on that disgusting gown thing that really doesn’t cover anything at all . She sighed , just laying back in the bed . Thankful , that she didn’t get killed or even raped.. just for a bag and some money .

She checked the bedside clock and noticed it being past midnight , and figured she could leave tomorrow and go back home , before school on monday .

Her parents didn’t return , so she called in for the nurse to ask .Michelle shared a friendly smile , as the nurse walked in the room , but she asked “ Hi , do you know where my parents are?” they had been gone for almost 20 minutes , and she wondered why they left their wounded daughter in a hospital room alone .

“they decided to have a snack in the cafe , also said something about making a call to someone and not wanting to wake you” the nurse replied as she readjusted the pillow behind Michelle . Her family must of been worried sick about her , so she calmed down and just relaxed . As the nurse walks out , Michelle sits up on the bed , Letting her feet dangle on the side of it . She couldn’t move her legs as much with the plastered bandage across her waist so she just sat there .

But being alone , made her think of Peter , and she hated to admit the big mistake of letting him go . She fiddled with the bracelets on her finger , distracting herself from anything and everything . Until , she heard voices outside her door , they were loud enough for her to hear but faintly . It was a man , asking for a room number . Michelle had hoped that whatever was going on in that waiting room , was gonna be okay for whoever the victim is .

She hadn’t noticed the television on , or the mention of Peter saving a cat from a tree and other stuff she had already tuned out of her head . She had decided to want to lay down again , because of the sudden pressure of her slight injury , but her head perked up to the door being opened harshly . She turned her head quickly just to spot the remote control next to her , but heard the door shut and finally looked at whoever had walked in .

Michelle had looked like an absolute mess , but that didn’t stop Peter from just admiring all of her in those few seconds . He smiled when he noticed the shock on her face , but he walked up to her and hugged her tightly .

they wrapped their arms around eachother , missing the warmth they provided for one another . She backed up , as best she could , sitting down of course. She was in denial about peter being here with her , but she was more curious on how he knew . “how did y-” she began to ask , words getting caught in her throat. Peter couldn’t hold himself back anymore , her lips were just taunting the life out of him . He leaned in and pressed her lips on hers , finally .

Michelle dismissed the fact that both of them slightly groaned with the feeling but she let her arms rest on his shoulders . For the first time in a while , Peter had the height advantage and set his hands on the bed , mostly the space next to her . He tilted his head , to try and get more out of this , out of the feeling of comfort and bliss , just from kissing the girl . She pulled away , now resting her hands on his chest to keep him away before she could catch her breath.She also managed to whisper his name , as she was running her fingers through his hair . She noticed his attire , consisting of sweatpants and the school sweatshirt and she laughed on the inside .

“im sorry i didn’t get here sooner...your mom called me like half an hour ago and i came here as fast as i could” he says quickly , almost like he made a mistake .

Michelle almost felt the need to cry , mostly because of how much he cared , and how much she realized that Peter could easily worry about her as well. The only reason why she had wanted space was because of the constant reminder of Peter getting hurt and injured , and he probably felt the same with her .

She wasn’t alone in this.

“it’s not your fault.” she says smiling weakly at him , she was tired , but she wanted to stay awake for him .

“ i’m so glad you’re alright MJ...i don’t know what i would of done if something happened to you..i was so scared . “

“i know...i feel the same with you” and with those words , memories from that night , a month ago , came flooding back into both of their minds .

Then he kisses her again , a slight peck on the lips , which narrowed her focus back on this moment .

“your happiness and safety , is really all that matters to me...i’ll put the suit away for you damnit..i just dont wanna lose you” his eyes never leave hers.

She realized his seriousness and shook her head , “ Peter , stop..you aren’t giving up Spider-man for me . That’s dumb and useless”

Peter grabbed her hand and squeezed it “ nothing about us is either of those adjectives in that sentence...im being serious..If me , being a super hero isn’t giving you the best vibes , then i’ll talk to Tony”

Michelle cupped his face with both hands , and said “ i’m not letting you do that, i realized that we both worry about eachother...and i cant change how you handle your battles , because that’s simply not my job for you , nor my intention of wanting you to listen to everything i say..i’ll try and keep my sanity under control so you could sling webs across New York City to save people” she admits while grinning up at him .

She couldn’t explain the sheer happiness that spread through her wildfire , when Peter shared that same goofy grin , she loved so much .

“i missed you..so much” he says , pulling her close to wrap his arms around her small frame .

“i love you , Peter...i really do and i hope you accept me as your girlfriend again , you dork”

Peter places a hand over his heart , mocking her with acting defensive over the commonly used nicknake . “i’ll take you back , if you kiss me again”

Now , it was her turn to laugh as she smiled against his lips .

If you would of asked Michelle Jones , 2 years ago , that she would fall madly in love with a dork she’d known since middle school and spend all night in a hospital room just talking , and crying over how much she missed him , she would of actually called you insane because she barely reads teen romance books.. that basically describe her relationship now...

She was happy.

For real.

#tomdaya #spider man: homecoming #spideychelle #spiderman #peter and mj #peter x mj #peter and michelle #marvel #avengers

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Pretty Little Liars Recap: Confessions Of A Mid-20’s Drama Queen

Welcome back to another week where I sit through my own personal hell, aka , and try not to put myself into an alcohol-induced coma. And shoutout to all the keyboard warriors who love to type shit in the commentsyall take this show way too seriously.

We start with Mona and Emily discussing Charlotte, who apparently stood Mona up the night of the murder. What kind of loser gets stood up by another chick at a shitty diner?

Emily is like and Monas like, uh no? I feel like thats pretty much the only answer you can give at that point. Emily figures that Mona changed her mind in the trial so that Charlotte would be out of jail and Mona could get to her, which is like real far-fetched.

Mona is like and OKAY thats a line straight out of .

Chris Hanson: Did you know that this was a 13 year old girl? Mona: I, uh, just came to talk to her.

Monas like *what would you do if your son was at home, cryin all alone on the bedroom floor.* and Ems like Monas like, well even if I wanted to kill her, she fucking stood me up so yeah. Of course, this whole conversation is overheard by A.

Aria is like,lets tell the police it wasnt me at the diner! Arias really seen some shit lately. She got burnt and questioned by the police. All Hannas had done to her is getting shitty room service food with a cryptic note. Spencer is like,

Lucas is back. Goddammit. Anyways, he overhears Hanna talking to weird ass Jordan on the phone, and is like Hannas like, Where are you gonna seat him Han? No one wants to sit next to the virginal weird kid from high school. You cant just mix the band geeks with the Plastics, thats not how this works.

Besides, there is this scenario:

Priest: Speak now or forever hold your pe- Lucas: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hanna is like, . Wear those ties Lucas, you look like a second place winner at a science fair. He tells Hanna that hes thinking of buying some factory and giving Rosewood a second chance. LOL rookie mistake.

Ali and Snaggletooth are being sexually aggressive in some shit bed and breakfast somewhere in bumfuck nowhere, East Coast. The Ali from Season 3 would have been honeymooning in fucking Paris rn. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Speaking of falling, Ali trips on her skanky heel and takes a tumble down the stairs, effectively knocking herself out. OKAY, did I not set that up just perfectly?

Alis in the hospital with a concussion, and Snaggle is like, you need to stay in the hospital. Shes like and its like, because thats how injuries work dumbass. The manager of the shit hotel is like and its like duh you know that shit is tampered with.

Ali: I was really happy before I fell, maybe this is my karma Snaggle: Thats not how the Universe works

ARE YOU SURE? Because pretty sure its an established fact that what goes up, must come down. Also, Ali its not karma, you just clearly dont know how to put one foot in front of the other and walk like a normal fucking human.

Snaggle is like, its an accident and he would know all about those, since his face looks like it was a victim of a tragic lawn mower accident. Ali decides to text her friends a selfie of her in the hospital, because concussion photoshoots, so hot right now.

All the Liars are like . They have 3 days to give up the murderer, because A is a psycho. All the girls are shit talking Mona and Hanna comes to her defense, because Hanna is like, such a good friend.

Aria and Ezra are getting ready to go to a dinner with their boss and Ezras talking about how he doesnt like the book ending or some shit. Arias like and that shit is about to go from an Ernest Hemingway to a really quick with Ezras freaky self.

Hanna goes to visit Ali in the hospital and Ali tells her she is going back to Rosewood when she can gtfo of this hospital. Ali has flowers all over the room, because apparently people like her, wtf?, and Ali says that they are all from Snaggle.

Of course, Hanna is looking at all the flowers and sees a very creepy card that has pictures of a staircase, and all of them on it. Either Snaggle is one fucked up dude, or A is just like, really a dick. Honestly, probs both. Obvi, Hanna steals the card.

Emily facetimes Spencer a video of Mona and Sara Harveys body guard dude chatting it up. Weve all seen , Im expecting some bodyguard three-way action ASAP. Also, how did Emily even remember that body guard? I watch this show every fucking week and make it a point to write down every flaw they have, and even I didnt remember this. Wow, I need to get it together.

Also, them talking looks like any relationship I have ever had: Mona talking shit and the dude sitting there looking awkward. Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard when he leaves.

Back to Snaggle and Hans. Hanna is like, And Snaggle is like, Im sure you said the same thing about that B and B, you human chipmunk. Hes like and its like cough, cough, lesbianssssss.

Spencer and Emily follow the bodyguard and act like idiots on crack and pretend to hit the bodyguards car. Hes like uhhhh no its fine, and Spencer somehow manages to get information on the papers he is holding. I have seen better body guarding by the fucking preteens in Project X. Seriously who is this dude?

Spencer learns that the documents our shit security guard has are blueprints to Radley, because of fucking course. Do they just hand out blueprints willy nilly in this town? God I hate myself every time I watch this stupid fucking show.

Aria is reading Ezras newest chapter and it flashes back to a conversation with Ezra and Nicole. Ezra is begging Nicole to come with him, but shes like

Anyways, Ezra goes to his typical EZRA MAD, EZRA SMASH mode and basically yells at her and leaves fucking pissed off. And yeah, thats the last time he saw his girlfriend. One girlfriend you took advantage of when she was a teenager, the other you let get kidnapped by terrorists. Let that soak in.

Hes like , and Arias like,

Emily follows the bodyguard to a fucking ice cream truck? Wtf? And hes just casually sitting there, licking a Drumstick, when Sara Harvey drives up and gets something from him. Wait a second, she cant text and grip shit because of her hands, but she can drive? The streets of Rosewood are not safe. Maybe she was the girl who tried to run over Emily at the diner. She wasnt really trying to run her over, she was just making a very sloppy three point turn.

Hanna shows Caleb the staircase card. Caleb is like why did you come to me? And Hanna is like They decide to call As bluff, because that plan has worked every time before.

Spencer is on the phone with Emily, when she is greeted by her boyfriend and his ex. What a time to be alive. They act super weird, and then Hanna makes up some bullshit story about how she killed Charlotte. She starts crying to Spencer and Spencer is like YOOOOO THIS IS HEAVY SHIT.

Then Hannas like PSYCH and tells Caleb Well thats the stupidest shit Ive ever heard. Caleb is like and its like NO WTF HANNA DOESNT KNOW JACK SHIT. LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL. NOTHING. SHE KNOWS NOTHING. Why doesnt anyone understand this?

Aria and Ezra are at dinner with the editor and shes like, l Arias like and Ezra is like NAH I GOT U FAM, Ill have it to you by next week. Ezras that dick in every college class who votes against the deadline extension. There is a special place in hell for you.

Hanna and Caleb are pleading their case to Emily and Emilys like And for once, I agree with her. Spencer backs up Caleb and Hanna and is like, *under her breath* . This sounds like every parental argument.

Emily/Dad: We cant support our daughter moving in with her boyfriend Spencer/Mom: We need to support her, because if we dont shell work against us. And I want grandbabies!

Hanna is like and grabs Calebs hand very lovingly. Spencers like and its all v awkward. Spencer does what I would 100% do in this situationmake snarky jealous comments and guzzle a shit ton of red wine. I am Spencer, we are all Spencer (without the bangs, obviously.)

Emily also suggests they visit Ye Old Lizard King Toby and let him know about this whole shindig. Again, this idea never works out.

The editor lady tells her that Liam isnt on the team anymore and Aria is like, uhhhh okay. So I guess that relationship is pretty much dead. Good talk.

Spencer flashes back to a night with Caleb in Europe, talking about art and his foster homes or some shit. Yawn. For once, Spencer actually looks good in a nice dress. You did okay PLL wardrobe, dont get too excited over your one time you didnt fail.

Its a pretty pointless flashback, except it shows major sexual tension between Spencer and Caleb in Europe, which is like right after they both broke up with their significant others. See, I told you it was pointless?

Caleb goes to drop Hanna off at Lucas place and he asks Caleb on a very awkward man date. Below are the actual quotes:

Lucas: Do you lunch? Caleb: Uh, yeah I lunch. Lucas: Lets lunch!

A whole portion of dialogue that could have been summed up to we should get lunch sometime. Fuck yourself, Freeform.

Lucas shows Hanna the factory he wants to build and is like Shes like If she even THINKS her shit is going to be better than Clothes Over Bros, shes straight trippin. Lucas is like Bitches love companies.

Okay my high school friends will barely buy me a beer, let alone give me a fucking factory.

Ali has a dream of some kind and sees her mom, dressed in a fugly green top and with some bushy ass hair. I know they have leave-in conditioner in heaven, you lazy bitch. She tells Ali that Snaggle will take care of her and that she loves her, yadda yadda. For a loving mother, she also looks like she lowkey wants to strangle the shit out of Ali.

Mona and Sara meet up, the two sketchiest bitches on the block. Sara looks like Miley Cyrus if she ate herself and took makeup inspiration from a raccoon. Seriously there is like 6 pounds of eyeliner on this bitch.

Mona is like and Sara is like Sara is like, . Oh stfu Sara. You look like a balloon shaped like Nick Carter and your only friend is a dude who eats ice cream on a street corner like a fucking poverty stricken 6-year-old.

Ezra and Aria are having tea like a bunch of pussies and Aria drops the A bomb on him. She goes from 0 to 100 real quick and is like I HAVE TO END THIS.

Back to Ali and Snaggle. Lucky us. Ali tells Snaggle to go to his conference in Chicago and that when he gets back theyll resume their daily programing of boning each other (what a fucking gross mental picture.)

Caleb and Hanna present their shit idea to the group, who all agreeits a shit idea. Caleb is like . Hes getting awfully close to Hanna and Spencer looks like she is about to cut a bitch.

Caleb: This isnt a cheer-ocracy Spencer: Youre being a real cheer-tator, Caleb!

The plan starts by Hanna sending a message to A saying leave my friends alone and then a Carly Rae Jepsen-esqe version of Call Me comes on, while the binary code of her text shows up on the screen. A gets the text of that dumbass admitting to murder. Its about to go down.

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