Me: *sees A Ship I Hate*

me: *sees a ship i hate*

me: *calmly scrolls past bc i’m not a fucking gremlin like some of you*

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Emotional Manipulation Starters

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“If you really cared about me, you’d do what I’m asking.” “Don’t you trust me?” “I wish I never met you, honestly.” “You’re the reason I’m upset.” “It’s all your fault.” “I guess you just don’t love me enough.” “You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” “Whatever. It’s not like I care.” “I could just leave, you know.” “Do you like them more than me?” “Who have you been talking to?” “I would do anything to make you happy, I just want you to do the same for me.” “You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” “It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” “If you loved me, you’d tell me.” “It’s like you don’t even care about me.” “One day I’ll be dead and you’ll regret not being there when I needed it.” “Nobody really cares about me, not even you.” “No one will ever love you the way I do.” “If you leave me, I don’t want to even think about what I’ll do.” “I’ll just tell everyone you were abusing me.” “You have to. You owe me.” “I’ve made sacrifices for you, now you have to do the same.” “I’ll never forgive you.” “No, it’s fine. Just do whatever you want, I guess.” “Am I upset? Why, should I be?” “If you don’t come over tonight, I’m going to hurt myself.” “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” “I think you hate me.” “I would do anything for you, so why wouldn’t you do the same?” “If you don’t do this, it’s because you don’t love me.” “You were there for them, but not me?” “Yes, if you love me, you would change for me.” “I’m wasting my time with you.” “Well, I guess I’m just useless, aren’t I?” “I know you didn’t say it, but you were thinking it.” “You hate me. I know you do.” “You can’t convince me I’m not just a burden to you.”

I have a headcannon that when Peter Parker gets cranky from lack of sleep, hunger, whatever, his scariness/sass factor goes up like 1000%

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After a horrible battle against giant lizards. Back at Stark Tower.

Steve Rogers ruffling Peter’s hair: Aren’t you a little young to be an Avenger?

Peter running on 12 red bulls, only slept nine hours total in the last WEEK, and now knows the taste of lizard blood: Aren’t you a little old to be alive?

Steve shocked:

Tony stunned:

Other Avengers mentally freaking out:

Peter: i can fix that for you

Tony: KID-

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I Love You 3000

Morgan is a soft, warm bundle against his chest; they’d gone for a hike around the lake today before working on some coding for his suit and after that had built a Lego Millenium Falcon together and by the time dinner had rolled around she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

She had snuggled into his chest while watching Peppa Pig, soft breaths warm on his skin, his hand resting on her back so he could feel each delicate inhale and exhale. She’s so small, so terrifyingly human and breakable and it makes him all the more cautious with her, one hand always extended in case she falls, ready to offer support and a warm hug if she’s hurt.

He didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, to hold another person close and hear their breathing and know, with utter certainty that you’d do anything to make sure they kept breathing.

He rises to his feet carefully, holding her close, and it feels like there’s steel bands around his chest and lungs when she snuggles closer to him, a soft humming sound in her throat as he carries her upstairs to her bed.

With gentle hands he pulls her socks off and tucks her into bed, pushing dark curls back from her face. He watches her for a few minutes, heart thumping painfully before he nods to himself and shifts to get off the bed.

A tiny hand grabs his and he looks down in surprise, smiling when he sees Morgan looking up at him sleepily.

“Stay?” she asks, voice plaintive and scratchy and he can’t refuse her, so he nods and kicks off his sneakers, curls up beside her and smiles through the thickness in his throat when she snuggles into his chest.

He can tell she’s nearly asleep again when she nuzzles into his throat and whispers, “Love you 3000,” hesitant and quiet and tears burn in his eyes but he nods and turns his chin to press a kiss to her hair.

“Love you 3000 too babygirl,” he whispers thickly, swallowing so he doesn’t break out in tears and scare her.

She wriggles for a few more minutes and then falls asleep, and he lays there, listening to her breathe for a long time before he’s able to find the strength to get up and leave her.

Pepper is waiting for him outside the door, cheeks shining with tears, lines around her eyes that weren’t there six years ago and he, he suddenly can’t, can’t breathe, can’t hold back the tears and he lurches toward her, arms wrapping around her waist as she hushes him gently, one hand in his hair, the other firm around his back.

“I miss him, oh my god I miss him,” he sobs into her shirt, clinging to it like it’s a life preserver, his grief threatening to drown him.

She nods and rubs his back, he hears her sniff and guilt eats at him that he’s breaking down like this when she lost a husband, a partner, a best friend and he lost…what?

A mentor, a friend, a father figure.

“I miss him too,” she whispers brokenly.

His tears slow and when he pulls back to wipe at his face Pepper does the same and they share a weak laugh at her smudgy makeup and his pink cheeks and red eyes and then she sighs and lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles, shakes her head.

“He’d be proud of you Peter, taking care of her like this, being Spider-Man, going to school…you’re as much his kid as Morgan and I just,” she sighs and pulls him back in for another hug, “I love you 3000,” she whispers.

Tears burn in his eyes again, but he smiles through them this time, hugs Pepper tighter.

“Love you 3000,” he whispers.