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alanaswriting · 5 months
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Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
“I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.”
- Matthew Langford Perry
(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)
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alanaswriting · 5 months
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How to show emotions
Part III
How to show disappointment
swallowing hard
low, monotone voice
clucking their tongue
rubbing their face
shaking head
clenching hands
sighing
frowning
pursing of the lips
slumped shoulders
looking away
scowling
How to show relief
exhaling deeply
tension in their face going away
closing eyes for a moment
tentative smile
eyes brightening up
small giddy laughter
putting hand on their breast
joyfully tearing up
looking up
How to show desire
gaze dropping down to the other's lips
opening mouth slightly
small smile around the eyes
eyes widening
pupils dilating
biting lips
following them with their eyes
inhaling deeply
licking lips
How to show tiredness
closing eyes
slowly opening them again
long sighs
yawning
no eye contact
head lolling to the side
closed mouth, neither smile nor scowl
not moving a lot
doing everything slower
staring off into the near distance
How to show confidence
prolonged eye contact
nodding to show they are listening
putting their shoulders back
holding head high
leaning forward
standing tall
smiling openly
Part I | Part II
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alanaswriting · 5 months
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It’s so strange coming back to this account just to check in only to end up seeing people are still following me and liking my old imagines. I really want to start writing again so, if you’re still here, send me a request! I don’t do smut but I do almost every fictional character now (: women and men
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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This is a sample of my last post!
Bonds of Fear
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Bellamy Blake x Reader
Summary: Bellamy calms you down when you begin to have a panic attack on the Ark
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A/N: So, I haven’t posted in awhile and I’ve been working on this imagine so I decided to give you guys a tiny sneak peak. It’s not a lot compared to what I already have written but I don’t want to keep you guys waiting! It’s not much, but it’s an idea for what’s coming up. (:
Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs
Space.
One simple word. Five letters, one syllable, and yet you still couldn’t even wrap your mind around the concept and all it held within.
Despite being a grounder astronomy filled your heart and you used to study whatever information you could find about the universe in your free time. It had become an obsession, one your friends thought was becoming unhealthy however you were too hyper focused to care. You searched for books, old magazines, pictures, anything you could find about the fascinating topic. Though there wasn’t much, almost everything had been lost or burned after the start of the new world. But, being the determined and passionate person you were you searched for knowledge in everything, and you found some eventually. It was very little, but you knew all the planets in the solar system, the moons of Jupiter, you even knew about how Pluto was once considered a planet, not just a dwarf planet. You knew the day would come where the sun would expand and swallow the Earth whole. That was a scary thought, but it still amazed you how the universe worked.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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I have a Bellamy Blake x reader imagine coming out soon! The prompt is Bellamy comforting the reader during a panic attack and I think it’s something you guys will really like (at least I hope!) so keep an eye out for that.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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if someone wants to send me a prompt or idea I’ll write it literally tonight please I love hope
Would anyone want a Hope Mikaelson imagine? (:
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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the sexual tension between me and the new wip idea that’s been sitting in the back of my head and distracting me the whole day
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Would anyone want a Hope Mikaelson imagine? (:
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Impulsive Actions
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Enid x Reader
Request: Hi I love your work and how well you pay attention to even the tiniest of details. I was wondering if you’d write an Enid x female reader something along the lines of the reader is apart of the Saviors (but not by choice like her parents are or something) and somehow the hilltop ends up helping her with an injury after a fight because Simon or someone leaves her behind. I’d really appreciate if you could write this but if not I totally understand.💕 
+ Hey can I request a imagine where the reader gets injured saving Enid or something and Enid helps her heal and stuff? Lots of fluff please
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Word Count: 3,290 ish
Warnings: blood, guns, swearing
A/N: I love enid so much this was so nice to write. enid is so amazing I literally don’t understand why people dislike her. these imagines were super similar so i kind of mashed them together! I hope thats okay. (: 
Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs.
The girl with grey eyes stared at you as she put pressure on your wound to try and keep you alive. Your leg was bleeding profusely and your light blue jeans were now soaked with your own blood along with a few others. You were falling in and out of consciousness from the amount of blood loss you’d experienced and everything around you seemed blurry and out of focus. 
“Come on, stay awake.” She groaned with frustration in her voice. 
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Close Calls
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Carl Grimes x Reader
Request: Could I request a Carl imagine where Carl and the reader are dating and they go on a run with Rick and a walker grabs the readers hair and Carl almost doesn’t get to her in time. Both of them get really freaked out and are almost in tears. They get home and shower together like in the imagine “comfort” I thought it was really cute. Then when Carl leaves the bathroom she cuts her hair just a little above her shoulders. I’m sorry I send way to many requested haha
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Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: none
A/N: I got this request monthssssssss ago! sorry for the delay ):
Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs
“C’mon! We should go.” Rick yells in a hushed whisper as the walkers continue to surround all of you slowly.
Carl had his arm in front of your body protectively but you don’t think he’d noticed that he was even doing it at this point, it was just instinct. You had your dad’s old machete in your hand gripping onto it tightly, you were on edge and ready to go home. You didn’t go on runs often and you enjoyed the freedom but you didn’t enjoy the near death experiences that came with it. That was part of the package though, you knew that.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Days Gone By
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Carl Grimes x Reader
Summary: You finally move on from Carl’s death, but not before some flashbacks and reminiscing 
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Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: swearing
A/N: This actually was suppose to be short and sad but I got way way way too into it. I’m not really sure what this is
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Day 289
“Y/N!” Carl’s silk like voice comes from behind you as you spin on you heels, eyes searching for his.
“Look at this.” He grins as you turn your attention to the pieces of paper in the young boys hands.
You feel your cheeks begin to twist as a smile creeps onto your lips when you realize what he’s holding onto. In Carl’s blood stained hands was a couple comic books that didn’t look familiar to the either of you, meaning this was something neither of you had read yet, it was new for the both of you. It was something to spend all night reading and getting into, then discussing the next morning with tired eyes and hazy heads. It’d keep you two occupied.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Handsome
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Carl Grimes x Reader
Request: Could you do a Carl imagine after Carl gets shot and the reader is trying to break down Carl’s walls again as he’s recovering. Carl is steel feeling very insecure and unsure trying to adjust to losing his eye and the reader helps him. Maybe with a lot of fluff? Btw you’re amazing!!
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Word Count: 2,050 ish
Warnings: wounds? a little gore I guess
A/N: I cried writing this because I miss Carl so much but I love this request! All the requests you guys send are so amazing but the Carl ones give me so much motivation and emotion. thank you so much !!
Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs
“Carl, open the door.” You say standing outside of the bathroom door patiently.
It’d been like this every single morning since the accident, since Carl lost his eye that night when everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong.
He’d lock himself in the bathroom, change his bandages like Michonne told him to, clean up, and go right back to his room for hours on end. You’d hardly seen him these past few days, he hid away in his room and kept the door locked for most of the time keeping to himself and refusing to see anyone, even you. You doubted he’d seen the outside of the house in days. He wouldn’t even eat with everyone for dinner anymore, Rick had to bring it to his room every night otherwise he just wouldn’t eat. It was torture for everyone but it was especially hard for you because you’d always helped Carl. You never let him take things on alone and right now he wouldn’t let anyone help. He was dealing with this alone and it drove you to feel useless.
You’d been trying so hard to break down the newly formed walls separating the two of you but he was so distant it was like he was hardly there at all. It was painful and felt like salt on a fresh wound. Carl rarely distanced himself from you and the situation was so unfamiliar. You felt lost.
“Carl, please.” You plead trying a little harder to get him to just let you in, you knew you could get through to him if he just saw you.
Carl was never good at shutting you out or pushing you away when you were face to face with him, he always caved. Every single time. He could never stay that far away from you, even when he was distant he was always close by, just in case.
You heard shuffling on the other side of the door but it stayed locked. You tried to twist the handle one more time just to see if maybe it wasn’t locked this time but it was the same reaction you’d gotten every single time to your disappointment. You lean against the door and rest your forehead against the painted white wood trying to think how you could get through to him. You couldn’t take seeing him like this anymore. You just wanted to help him, show him that just because something changed in his appearance didn’t mean it had to chance everything else.
A few more noises come from the bathroom and you feel a little hope rise in your chest. You listen to the noises coming from the other side of the door and hear a few creaks and footsteps but that’s all. After a few seconds silence falls over the atmosphere and you can’t hear anything.
“Carl, please, I’m begging you. Open the door, it’s just me.” You try one last time.
You close your eyes and press your palm flat against the door taking a deep shaky breath. You wait a few seconds but the door stays shut and you feel the hope that was once in your chest disintegrate, he wasn’t going to open the door today. You didn’t know if he ever would anytime soon.
“Carl.” Your voice is softer now and you sigh in hopeless defeat.
You give up for the day and go to move away from the position you were in against the door before the handle jiggles and the bathroom door cracks open slowly. A few strips of sunlight shine onto the wooden floor beside you as the sunlight from the bathroom window hits your skin and the walls surrounding you as well.
Your eyes widen in surprise at the action and you can feel your heart rate speed up in your chest. Your mind races with messy thoughts but you just prepare yourself for what you’re about to see. You try to prepare yourself to keep your reaction subtle, as if it’s nothing, as if it’s the same Carl it’s always been. You didn’t want to make him feel any worse when he was giving you a chance.
You press the door open a little further, just enough for you to squeeze through, and step inside quietly shutting and locking it behind you so nobody would walk in on the two of you. You knew just you being here with him was probably already putting him on edge, you didn’t want to push him too far.
Carl’s back was turned towards you and you didn’t know what to do so you did the only thing knew would make him feel safe. You step closer to him and wrap your arms around his torso. You feel him tense up underneath you as you rest your head against his back. You can feel his breathing and your grip on him tightens. You hadn’t been this close to him since he was unconscious and unaware of what was happening after his surgery nights ago. It’d been so long it felt like.
God, you missed him so much.
You stay like that for a second or two savoring the feeling, you missed this. Eventually you move your arms from around him and place them on his shoulders before slowly beginning to turn him around. The wait was making you anxious and it felt like it was like a big reveal. Time was slow and your chest was heavy but you knew you had to say calm, keep your face expressionless. You couldn’t react badly, it would break him and you couldn’t do that, not to him.
The white bandage was wrapped around his head covering his eye so you couldn’t see the actual wound. It was still shocking though, he looked different. The two piercing blue eyes you’d stared into so many times weren’t the same as they were before. Still, Carl was staring down at you anxiously awaiting your reaction, any sign of emotion hiding in your expression, anything to tell him how you felt right now.
“You’re so handsome.” Is all you say at first which took Carl by surprise.
He wasn’t expecting that, his mind had conjured up so many horrible scenarios he was certain he was going to turn off everyone he’d come across after this. He should’ve known better though. You’d seen him covered in blood and guts and still thought he looked as breathtaking as ever. This wasn’t going to change anything.
You watch as his lips twitch into a smile but it quickly disappears as soon as it came, his gaze shoots down to the floor and he refuses to look you in the eyes after your comment. His hair was falling in his face preventing the right half of his face to be seen and it broke your heart into two.
“Stop that, look at me.” You whisper moving your hand to his chin to tilt it up towards you so you can see his face.
He fights it a little but finally makes the avoided eye contact and you notice the tears brimming his eyes. Your heart breaks for him and you move your hand to his cheek. Your thumb strokes his face softly and you watch him as you wonder what’s going through his head.
“I look horrible.” He confesses.
“You look handsome.” You correct watching his lips twitch before the smile disappears again just like it did before.
“I mean it.” You say a little sterner than before trying to prove to him that your words were filled with nothing but truth.
He moves his hand to grab your wrist and soon tries to pull your hand away from his cheek but you tense underneath his touch to stop him. His grip on your wrist loosens as your thumb continues to stroke his cheek even after he had tried to get you to stop. He couldn’t push you away any longer without potential consequences and he knew that.
You slowly and hesitatingly move your hand to the back of his head and grasp the edge of the bandage wrapped around his head tightly. He flinches a little and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes but he doesn’t attempt to move or prevent you from going further. Your fingertips grip onto the white fabric and begin to undo it as it the bandage loosens. You were hesitant and careful getting ready to stop with just a few words.
“Tell me when to stop.”
He doesn’t.
Eventually you’re down to the final wrap and your hands are shaking as you take it off. His hair was covering most of his face but you notice the wound almost instantly. The skin by his nose and under where the bags of his eye used to be was ripples and scarred tissue which caused your gaze to shift upwards a little focusing on the fresh wound you’d never seen before.
“You can’t tell me I don’t look disgusting.” Carl confesses at your loss of words moving his head to turn away from you.
You quickly react and move your hand to his chin again to keep him from looking away from you. Your grip was tight to keep him from budging but still gentle. Your eyes scan the scar where his right eye used to be and you take it in. It was different, but you’d seen worse. Scars and wounds wasn’t anything new to either of you. You weren’t intimidated or grossed out like Carl must’ve thought you’d be.
“It looks cool.” You whisper which catches his attention immediately.
You weren’t lying, the wound looked badass and you knew it was going to give him a new edge. It was going to take awhile for him to get used to but you knew one day eventually he’d become comfortable with the scar and would wear it proudly. You wanted nothing more than to help him but you knew better than to rush it. He had to do it in his own time.
“You think so?” He questions with furrowed eyebrows.
You nod without hesitation and brush some of his hair out of his face with your freehand. Your fingertips brush his forehead and you run them around the soft skin by his eye being careful not to touch the wound before a slow smile creeps onto your face.
“Definitely.”
His expression changes from uncertain and uncomfortable to light hearted slowly and you feel your heart skip at the sight of the Carl you were familiar with, the easy going Carl. You both smile and a quiet laugh leaves your lips as you continue to let your fingertips caress his face to keep him calm.
You push yourself on your tiptoes before letting your lips hover over his cheek pressing them to the scarred skin softly. You kept your lips pressed against his cheek for a few seconds until you pull away and rest your forehead against his own. The kiss wasn’t on his wound but just below it.
You stare at his face trying to figure out what’s going through his mind but before you can figure it out Carl is pressing his lips against yours. He wanted to do that for days but the insecurities in the back of his mind kept him far away from you. He couldn’t deny he missed you though, you were his partner in crime and one of his favorite people. This had been killing him.
Your eyes flutter shut as your lips move in sync with his. The kiss was slow and full of desperation and emotion. Carl moves his hands to your waist wrapping them around your torso pulling you closer to his slim body in attempt to feel closer to you.
After what felt like forever you part your lips away from his but keep your face close to his. You can feel his hot breath fanning over your lips but you didn’t mind, he must’ve just freshly brushed his teeth because the smell of mint was coating his breath.
“It looks badass.” You mumble earning a genuine laugh from the boy in front of you.
The two of you stayed like that in the bathroom for awhile and although you knew it’d take awhile, maybe even years, one day Carl would be standing tall and proud with himself, scars and all, hopefully with you right beside him.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Comfort
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Carl Grimes x Reader
Request: Can you do a Carl imagine that takes place after Negan’s lineup and Carl is helping the reader cope on the way back to Alexandria and once they get back because she was really close to Glenn. Maybe he puts on of his shirts on her and they cry together (Carl only cries in front of her) then fall asleep. Sorry I feel like I’m always requesting something
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Word Count: 4,350 ish
Warnings: blood, death, mention of death, sad stuff, a shower scene? not smut but like I guess it could need a warning
A/N: I had such a fun time writing this! I altered the request and added some stuff into it, I hope that’s okay! I love your requests they’re always so good honestly. It gives me soooo much inspiration so don’t apologize!! ((: Thank you for sending stuff in. 
Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs.
Your eyes were raw from the amount of crying you’d done and your face was puffy. Your chest was still tight and all of your senses were pretty much zoned out, you weren’t focusing on anything other than the events that just happened. The sights you would never be able to forget for a long time, if ever.
It kept replaying in your mind on repeat, the blood, there was so much blood. You were covered in it. It stained the ground a deep red by the time you left the place and it made you sick to your stomach. The image was brutal and you threw up as soon as it was over, you threw up until your stomach was empty, hurting, and there was nothing else left to throw up. You couldn’t believe what just happened, you couldn’t comprehend it. You’d never seen something so brutal, not even in the horror movies you’d seen before the world decided to end.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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We’re Not Friends
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Carl Grimes x Reader
Request: Could you do a Carl imagine where the reader is Shane’s daughter and once they get to the safety and security of Alexandria they realize that their feelings for each other aren’t the same as they were when this apocalypse started. Neither of them know how to handle it, the reader steals Carl’s stuff and they’re just both super awkward and even Rick can tell they like each other. They’ve also been sleeping in the same bed for nightmares and that starts getting awkward until they admit it.
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Word Count: 6850 ish
Warnings: Mention of death, maybe swearing? I can’t remember
A/N: I got a ton of writers block from this imagine but I loved the idea so much I couldn’t just not write it. I hope it doesn’t totally suck or anything! I hope you like it!  Please don’t steal, plagiarize or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to claim it as theirs.
It’d been a few days since you’d all arrived at Alexandria. Though it felt like months. Time was dragging on for everyone in here, or at least it felt like was for you.
You’d been with the group since day one. In fact you knew Carl, Lori, and Rick before day one even started thanks to your dad Shane. Your dad and Rick worked together before everything happened, you went to school with Carl, and Lori would occasionally even babysit you when your dad needed. You were all close, always were. Maybe that’s why you still had difficulty coping with the death of your father and Lori after all this time.
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alanaswriting · 2 years
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Rooftops
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Summary: Peter takes you up to the rooftop of a building in Queen’s every night to spend time with you
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Word Count: 1,550 ish
Warnings: none
A/N: In honor of Infinity War coming out this weekend I just had to write something or my actual love, Peter Parker. Don’t worry, no spoilers for Infinity War are included so this imagine is completely spoiler free! Enjoy!! 
Please don’t steal, plagiarize, or repost my writing. I work really hard on my writing as I imagine all writers do and it would suck to find out someone else is trying to clam it as theirs
“It’s pretty, don’t you think?” You say in a soft tone gazing over the city below you.
Peter’s hand was brushing against yours as the two of you sat side by side on a rooftop somewhere in Queens gazing over the city watching the flickering lights of Manhattan in the distance. Noisy car horns flooded your ears along with a few words from strangers passing by underneath the both of you but you were so used to the noise you hardly heard it at all. It was still quieter than usual.
The noise didn’t bother you anymore though. You grew up in New York after all, it was something you had to get used to at a young age. If anything it had become comforting, silence had grown uncomfortable.
“Yeah, you’re right. It does.” Peter speaks up replying to your previous words.
Your eyes were focused on the city lights surrounding you but Peter’s wasn’t, instead his gaze was focused on you but he was trying his hardest to be subtle about it. He was looking at you from the corner of his eye and he thought he was being pretty smooth about it due to your obliviousness to him and his quick glances. The boy was infatuated with you.
Peter would bring you up here almost every night. Of course there were nights when he was busy or you were busy or the two of you just stayed in but this little rooftop in the middle of Queens was your spot. It was where you and Peter first kissed and ever since then you’d been coming here almost every day together. It had meaning to it and it was something you’d share forever.
You knew about Peter being Spider-Man, after all how would the two of you get up on top of this roof if you didn’t? He never told you but one night he slipped up just the tiniest bit and you caught onto it all too quickly. Peter wasn’t always the best at lying or covering things up, especially when it came to you. So it wasn’t a surprise you’d eventually found out. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
“It’s weird thinking about how there are 8 million out there right now, just all in one place.” Peter confesses which causes you to nod in agreement.
You think about all the different things that are probably happening in the city. All the different experiences people were having right now. How many people are getting proposed to right this minute, how many people are breaking right this minute, how many people are being born, how many people are dying. Your mind just went on and on. It was shocking.
“How many people do you think are kissing right now? In the city.” You ask Peter as your mind floods to all the lovers in their cozy apartments on the nicer side of the city.
You were always envious of couples who had it easy, couples who’s biggest problem was whether they were going to get into the same college together or not or couples who’s biggest struggle was finding a babysitter for the Friday night out. They were lucky.
Peter thought about it for a couple seconds before shrugging his shoulders in uncertainty. Peter’s mind drifted to all the people in New York that were probably kissing or spending times with their loved ones without a care in the world. A idea slipped into his thoughts as a smile grew on his lips. He turned his head so he was looking over at you as the warm orange street lights were illuminating your face in the dark night causing your features to appear soft and dimmer than usual.
“I don’t know, wanna add one more to the list?” He grins leaning forwards towards you goofily.
You lean back to prevent his face from touching yours only by a few centimeters with a grin on your lips at his cheesy comment. Your hands are pressed against the concrete of the rooftop so you don’t fall and your full attention is now on the boy in front of you. His hair was blowing in his face from the breeze but you could still make out his expression and comforting features.
“What if it got too heated and I fell off the roof? I don’t want to fall to my death because of a kiss.” You tease the older boy being fully aware that you wouldn’t fall.
Peter rolls his eyes and leans forward the tiniest bit glancing at the ground beneath him shrugging as he examines the distance. It wasn’t too far but it was definitely far enough to hurt you. He catches a glimpse at a few civilians walking on the sidewalk below you carelessly but he pays no mind to them.
“I’d catch you.”
It was now your turn to glance down at the pavement below the two of you as your stomach filled with a touch of anxiety once you realized the height you were at. Peter constantly would tell you not to look down whenever the two of you were up high but you’d never listen. You never felt that scared with him though, after all, if anyone could save you from a fall it would be him.
You didn’t have much reason to be afraid.
“You promise?” You question glancing between the boy beside you and the ground beneath you.
“I promise.” He reassures you with a more serious expression than he had before.
You focus on his eyes searching for any sign of humor but he seemed serious. His response causes the anxiety in your stomach to disintegrate and relief to flood through your system. Being with Peter always made you feel better which was quite ironic because the boy always got himself into trouble and it seemed to follow him everywhere.
“So, if I fell right this minute, you would do.?” You trail off to see what Peter would say in response but he only lifts up his sleeve a little.
He reveals his suit he’d grown so attached to underneath the sweater and you only smile a little. He never took that thing off, even in summer he’d find a way to wear it. He made a quick movement with his hand and caused a slick web to grip onto your wrist causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust at the texture. It wasn’t the first time Peter had used a web on you but you hated how it felt.
“That’s gross! Peter!” You comment trying to whip the web off only for his laugh to echo through the air surrounding you.
“You asked!” He grins raising his hands in defense.
He was right, you did ask after all and you should’ve known better. But the way his eyes lit up when he laughed at how disgusted you were with the texture and feeling of the web made you feel something. His eyes were crinkled and his lips were parted as a few more laughs escaped his lips causing you to join in. Peter always had a contagious laugh.
You take this opportunity to take Peter up on his previous offer and lean your face a little closer to his. The action took him by surprise and you could tell from his wide eyes but you didn’t care. You take it slow at first before your nose was already beginning to brush up against his and the smile on his face was evident. He glances down at your lips before you close the space in between the two of you shyly. This wasn’t your first kiss with Peter but the boy never ceases to make your heart race and your hands shake.
His lips were pressed against yours softly yet still shyly and the two of you savored the quick kiss on the roof. Kissing Peter always gave you a little bit of anxiousness because you could only think about whether you’d get to do it again or not. With him being who he was there was never a guarantee.
He was a greedy kisser and would always lean further towards you whenever you’d attempt to pull away. It was something you learned to love even when you were out of breath and needed air. It was a cute trait that had grown on you more than you imagined it would.
After a couple seconds you pull away causing Peter to wrap a arm around you to keep you close. The soft material of his sweater Aunt May got him months ago for Christmas was pressed against your cheek as you began to lean your head against his shoulder only for him to soon rest his head against yours. Your hair was blowing in his face every now and then but he hardly cared at this point.
The two of you wished you could just stay like this forever but you both knew eventually the moment would end and the peaceful air surrounding you would be filled with worry and chaos once again.
“I’d say around maybe 1,000.” Peter answers your previous question trying his best to estimate it.
“Maybe, 1,001.” You correct pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder earning a laugh from him.
Rooftops with Peter was something you’d always cherish.
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Masterlist
Bellamy Blake 
Imagines
Belated Goodbyes
Belated Hellos
Stargazing
Weaknesses
Dreams
Carl Grimes
Imagines
New Friends
We’re Not Friends
Comfort 
Convenient Store Dates
How It Could Be
Handsome
Soda Cans
Close Calls
Reminiscing 
Days Gone By
Time After Time
Peter Parker
Imagines
Rooftops
Heartbeat
First Kiss
Ghost Of You
September
Headcanons
being Peter Parker’s best friend would include
Richie Tozier
Headcanons
dating Richie Tozier in high school would include
dating a soft Richie Tozier would include 
Steve Rogers
Imagines
They Can’t Take That Away From Me
Jonathan Byers
Imagines
Two Of Us
Enid
Imagines
Impulsive Actions
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