#ALSO CAN WE APPRECIATE NEDS SMILE I-

[jackoshadows]

Why not? thought Jon. They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. - Jon, ADwD

What Jon is actually scoffing at here is the naivete and idealism of the songs of Westeros about chivalry and knights - which is pretty standard stuff for a pragmatic character like him. No Florian the fool from the songs is going to come rescue Val. And ADwD ends with the giant actually slaying the knight trying to take the princess from the tower! Talk about subverting tropes!

Jon is not scoffing at the 'princess in the tower ' but the willowy creature brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to come rescue her.

Jon is not mocking his own mother, Lyanna Stark, or her circumstances. From everything we know of Lyanna Stark, she fits the description of the 'warrior princess' that Jon is referring to. From the little bits and pieces we get of Lyanna it's a certainty that if she were imprisoned somewhere, she would be trying her very best to escape instead of believing in some knight from the songs.

Because, you know what? Like her son, Lyanna was brutally pragmatic as well.

The mirth curdled on Robert's face. "The woman tried to forbid me to fight in the melee. She's sulking in the castle now, damn her. Your sister would never have shamed me like that." "You never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert," Ned told him. "You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath. She would have told you that you have no business in the melee." - Eddard, AGoT

"Robert will never keep to one bed," Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm's End. "I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale." Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. "Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature." - Eddard, AGoT

This idea that Jon's statement is irony considering his own mother at the TOJ also stems from the fanon that Lyanna was imprisoned by Rhaegar and the KG in the Tower of Joy and waiting for Ned to rescue her.

The higher likelihood is that the TOJ was where a pregnant Lyanna took refuge during Robert's Rebellion, safeguarded by the KG.

By the time Ned gets to the TOJ, the rebels had brutally murdered Rhaegar's children and wife and Ned was still Robert Baratheon's right hand man. If the KG fought with Ned and his men, there can be more reasons than just that they were holding Lyanna prisoner. We don't know the circumstances of what actually went down at the TOJ, why Lyanna was there and what happened when Ned got there.

So, no. Jon Snow is not scoffing at his mother Lyanna who, from everything we know of her, was not someone waiting for a knight to come rescue her.

At no point does cynical Jon Snow expect Val to save herself or be in charge of her own escape. After all, she is still a prisoner of sorts and later, a refugee at the Wall. What he is appreciating is the attempt. That Val is not sitting around trusting that someone is going to get her out. There is no one and Jon cannot help her. And yet she tries. That is what he admires.

Just like with Alys Karstark who comes to him for help in escaping the clutches of her uncle. What he admires is her bravery in the actions she takes to gain back power.

Arianne Martell's chapter is literally titled 'Princess in the tower' and no knight comes to save her either while the pragmatic and cunning Arianne attempts to use the serving girls to get a message out to her confidantes while agonizing over what is going on. It does not succeed but she still tries.

And like Jon Snow scoffing at the songs of knights rescuing ladies, Arya similarly mocks the songs of ladies throwing themselves off towers because their prince is dead.

He is a man of the Night's Watch, she thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince. -AFFC, Cat of the Canals

What's the point in killing oneself rather than seeking justice for the death of a loved one?

Speaking of Arya, nowhere is this more evident than with Jon's attempts at saving Arya Stark. In ADwD 'Arya Stark' is literally a princess in the tower. For the Northern rebels fighting to overthrow the Boltons and consider Robb Stark to be their king, according to GRRM's World of Ice and Fire app (the official app guide to ASOIAF), Bran and Rickon are princes and Arya is a princess.

From Jon Snow's perspective Arya is held prisoner in Winterfell by Ramsay and while he knows Arya fights back, he also knows there's no chance for Arya to win.

He'd had Mikken make a sword for Arya once, a bravo's blade, made small to fit her hand. Needle. He wondered if she still had it. Stick them with the pointy end, he'd told her, but if she tried to stick the Bastard, it could mean her life. - Jon, ADwD

Like Lyanna before her, Arya is a warrior princess and yet Jon Snow also knows that it's going to be hard for Arya to successfully get to him at the Wall. Which is why he attempts twice to help her - once by sending Mance to go get her and the second time when he breaks his sworn oaths and rallies the Freefolk to attack the Warden of the North. Jon is not expecting Arya to successfully execute her own escape from the powerful Boltons. He is not mocking Arya or Lyanna for being princesses in a tower.

And Jon's mockery of the naivete and idealism is not entirely wrong as we see from Sansa's story. Sansa, who naively gets taken in by Dontos and entrusts information to him because she equates him to the Florian of the songs and thinks he is there to save her.

Come to the godswood tonight, if you want to go home. Sansa had prayed so hard. Could this be her answer at last, a true knight sent to save her? "Florian," Sansa whispered. A shiver went through her. "Sweet lady, I would be your Florian," Dontos said humbly, falling to his knees before her. Nodding, Sansa took a step . . . then spun back, nervous, and softly laid a kiss on his cheek, her eyes closed. "My Florian," she whispered. "The gods heard my prayer." She flew along the river walk, past the small kitchen, and through the pig yard, her hurried footsteps lost beneath the squealing of the hogs in their pens. Home, she thought, home, he is going to take me home, he'll keep me safe, my Florian. The songs about Florian and Jonquil were her very favorites. Florian was homely too, though not so old. - Sansa, ACoK

This naivete is exactly what Jon Snow is calling out. He's not mocking the likes of Arya or Lyanna who are pragmatic types and who take action to correct wrongs rather than believing in a sexist code of chivalry. From Lyanna disguised as the knight of the laughing tree (Because Westorosi sexism means she would be mocked, scorned and chided for being a knight - look at the mockery Brienne is exposed to) and helping Howland Reed to Arya stepping in to help Mycah to Brienne stepping in to help at the inn at the crossroads is what is actually true chivalry.

Brienne is no knight and yet it is she who is attempting to rescue Sansa Stark, not some knight from the songs. It's Brienne who exemplifies what being a knight is despite not being a knight from Sansa's songs.

It's fandom that valorizes and equates the 'princess in a tower' to certain female characters and upholding some notion of traditional femininity inspiring chivalry or some such nonsense when the books themselves don't make this distinction and never has.

Like this popular post:

Now, I agree that Sansa, Jeyne and Gilly do push the Hound, Theon and Sam to help them (Though Sam has always been a helpful type of person and Theon's arc is equally about his growth and interaction with the spearwives rather than simply Jeyne inspiring chivarly in him)

However why are Sansa, Jeyne and Gilly labelled 'princess in the tower' characters? Sansa and Jeyne are prisoners certainly. But so are many other characters. Theon is a prisoner. Is he a 'prince in a tower'?

Arianne's chapter is labelled 'The princess in the tower' because she is literally imprisoned in the Spear Tower. Val is first placed in the King's Tower and later Hardin's Tower.

How is Gilly a 'Princess in the tower' type character? Because she needs help? Because she does not fight with a weapon? Gilly and Sansa have nothing at all in common. Her childhood was different, her experiences are different and her journey is different.

"As you command, my lady." A spasm of anger flashed across Gilly's face. "Don't you call me that. I'm a mother, not a lady. I'm Craster's wife and Craster's daughter, and a mother." - Sam, AFfC

ADwD has entire mountain clans and Northern houses marching in the worst winter storms and expecting to die fighting against the Boltons - for princess Arya Stark!! The Lord Commander broke sworn oaths that have held for thousands of years for Arya Stark! What is that if not Arya inspiring hope, heroism, courage and chivalry?

Can we not label Arya Stark a 'princess in the tower' character who inspires the Lord Commander to save her despite heretofore not being willing to break oaths for anyone else, including Ygritte whom he loved?

And yet she is not included with Sansa, Jeyne and Gilly because she does not fit into their idea of 'uwu soft female characters' inspiring chivalry and hope. Daenerys inspires thousands of freed slaves to fight for her. One handed Jaime - one of the most selfish characters in the books - goes back and jumps into a bear pit to save Brienne, risking his life and freedom for her.

At it's core the book is only critiquing sexist and idealistic notions of knightly chivalry with it's 'waiting for some knight to rescue them'. Lyanna, Arya, Sansa, Jeyne, Gilly, Theon, Dany, Tyrion, Jon, Sam all need help to survive, they all struggle, they all have their vulnerabilities and they all inspire others to help them.

#Jon Snow #Lyanna Stark #Arya Stark

[dragon-kazansky]

Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Spoilers. Ed catches one fish one time. Stede is the shit. Also, the sea is on fire. Sorry Zheng.

Chapter Sixteen - Sea on fire

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You wake up in the morning with a smile. The memories of last night come rushing back to you immediately. You've never been serenaded before. You could almost still hear him singing to you now.

Izzy wasn't in bed, you noticed. His hear was gone, so he was well and truly up and at it already. You chuckle softly as you glance at the sparrow and the unicorn on the table.

A familiar thud echoes down the hall and your eyes are drawn to the door where Izzy appears. He leans against the door frame with a smile on his face.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he says, his eyes shining with love and amusement.

"Good morning."

He grins and looks you up and down. "We weren't the only ones who had fun last night."

You chuckle. "Oh? Weren't they taking it slow or something?"

"Think last night got to them."

Right. Stede and forced Ned off the plank. He was long gone now.

"Come on, get up. We're at the Republic of Pirates." Izzy tosses your shirt over to you. You smile as it lands on the bed.

"No lipstick today?" You ask.

"Fuck off," he says softly, smiling as leave the room.

He can hear you laughing as he goes.

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You and Izzy walk together. The crew had a little time to themselves for now. Everyone was bound to end up at Jackie's later.

As you walk, you look at the ring Izzy had given you. It hung around your neck like it had done on Izzy all those years. It glittered under the sun.

Izzy walked quietly beside you. You made sure to go at his pace as with his leg he couldn't move quickly easily. He seemed content to stroll.

You eventually find yourselves down on the beach. It's quiet. Everyone else is in town. Izzy follows you down the bank, eyes looking out at sea. You smile softly.

"What?" He asks, having seen you in the corner of his eye.

"Nothing. Just... you and the sea go together, ya know?"

He turns his head to look at you.

"You belong out there on it," you say, smiling softly.

"Do I?"

"Course you do." You walk closer to him and take his hand.

"And you? Where do you belong?"

Your smile seems to get brighter, if that were possible. Izzy is almost mesmerized by the sight. You're so beautiful, and so... you. He loves that. He loves you.

"I belong right here beside you. No matter where you go, I will follow. I'm never having you again."

Izzy smiles. His eyes seem to sparkle. He is so open with you. "I'm never leaving you again either."

Izzy leans in to kiss you, but you smile mischievously and push away from him. He looks at you confused before realising what you're doing.

You stand there with your sword drawn.

"Duel me."

He laughs. "What?"

"Come on, like old times. Duel me."

He looks at the way you're standing, prepared for a fight. You're keeping him on his toes... so to speak.

Izzy draws his sword. "You asked for it."

You grin as he swings. You block. Izzy only holds back enough for it to not be lethal. He is, after all, an expert swordsman. He's still strong. You manage to hold him off.

Izzy appreciates your footwork. He taught you a lot about using a sword. He taught you how to survive. It pleases his heart to know you took his lessons seriously.

It's just the two of you alone outside on the beach. Not another soul to witness the two pirates practising down on the beach. You manage to keep up with Izzy really well. In the blink of an eye you manage to disarm him and get up behind him, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close. You keep your sword pointing away, not wanting to actually hurt him

"I win."

Izzy pants, turning his head to look up at you. "Yeah. I suppose you did."

You let go of Izzy and watch him as he steps away. He looks at his sword in the sand. A look overcomes him.

"What is it?" You ask softly.

"Nothin'."

Izzy places a hand over his thigh on his bad leg. You see his fingers twitch.

"Izzy?"

"I'm losing my touch."

You frown. You walk over to Izzy's sword and pick it up for him. Turning, you look at his face. "No you're not. You're still the best pirate I've ever had the privilege to meet."

"You're just saying that because I'm sweet on you."

"Shut up, Izzy. You know that's not true. You're one of the greatest men on the planet. It has been an honour to sail with you all these years. And even bigger privilege to be the keeper of your heart. I love you, silly fool."

Izzy looks at you with such a tender gaze.

"What would I do without you?" He asks.

"You'd probably be a bit lonely." You hand him back his sword. He takes it from your hand allowing his fingers to brush against yours.

"I love you."

You smile. "I know. I love you too."

You lean forward and give Izzy a soft kiss. He seems to melt under your touch, chasing your lips when you go to pull away. You let him draw close again and kiss him once more. His hands settle on your waist.

"Shall we get ourselves a drink?" You ask.

"Yeah, why not. Bet the crew already are."

You chuckle and take his hand. Both of you slowly make your way back up the bank heading back into town. No doubt everyone was at Spanish Jackie's by now.

As you pass through the docks you both spot Ed. Izzy brings you to a stop.

"You go on ahead, I'm gonna talk to him."

You nod, kissing his cheek softly before letting go of his hand. You give Ed a little wave as you walk past and carry on going.

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In Spanish Jackie's you find the crew all in there. The Swede is working the bar. It seems like the news of Ned Low got around quick. The crew were being celebrated.

You walk past Stede who seems to have a few fans gathered. He's telling them some tales. On the other side of the room Lucius and Wee John. You walk over to them.

"Having fun?" You ask, smiling at them.

"Isn't this totally crazy?" Lucius asks.

You chuckle. "Kind of. I never expected this crew to get so... popular."

Lucius smiles. "It feels weird."

"Stede seems to be enjoying himself," you point out, looking over at where the captain was.

"Yeah. People know his name now."

You wonder if this sudden popularity of Stede has anything to do with Ed sitting outside by himself. You hope Izzy might be able to enlighten you later.

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""Having a think, are ya?" Izzy asks, approaching Ed.

"Ya know what I did this mornin'? Bright and early?" Ed asks Izzy, watching the fishermen.

"Made your boyfriend blush." Izzy smiles. "Ya threw away your leathers, I saw ya."

"'Course ya did."

"How'd it feel?"

"Fucking great," Ed says softly.

"Maybe you should listen to it." Izzy tells him.

It was clear Edward had been doing a lot of thinking. Izzy could read it in Ed. Izzy knew he would leap at the chance to do anything, as long as he had you by his side. So, why shouldn't Ed do the same for Stede?

As long as they were happy.

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Izzy enters the bar and scans the area for you. He finds you sat with Lucius, laughing. He smiles as he watches you. Just seeing you made him feel lighter than ever.

The familiar tap of his wooden leg on the ground brought your attention to him. You smile as he draws near. Izzy places a hand on your shoulder and walks past you. You chuckle softly to yourself knowing he wants to sit in the back away from most prying eyes.

Lucius smiles at you as you leave the table, following after your man.

You slide into the booth next to Izzy and smile softly. He watches you, a smile of his own upon his lips. He loved looking at you.

"Well?" You ask.

"I think Ed is having some thoughts."

"Oh. Shit. Izzy, you didn't feed him some bullshit that's gonna have him run off again, did you?"

"If he runs off, that was unintentional. I told he should probably listen to his feelings."

"Oh, Izzy. Have you met Edward? Is that a good idea? He panics when it comes to his own feelings. We've literally seen it before."

Izzy reaches out and takes your hand.

"Maybe..."

You sigh and lean over, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're not going to leave me, are you?"

"Fuck no. That's a promise, love."

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Night draws in. You and Izzy had been say in the bar for a while now. The crew were still having a great time. The number of times you had made Izzy laugh in the last hour alone was honestly the best feeling ever.

You laugh as you watch Frankie walk past sith planks in his hand, trying to sell them as merchandise. Izzy chuckles.

Pete and Lucius are selling "autographs" from Stede. Wee John is doing tattoos of Stede's face.

Stede had returned to the tavern alone, you had noticed. He had taken to sitting in the corner with his new friends, telling them more stories.

Izzy pats your knee as he gets up and makes his way over to talk to him.

You sip your drink quietly.

You watch from your table. Izzy talks to Stede quietly. It seems like Ed did leave. It seems like one of them always leaves the other.

You can't imagine ever leaving Izzy again.

At one point Izzy glances over at you. You smile at him, but can't help wondering what he's saying. Stede just nods beside him.

Izzy sits down beside Stede. They look at each other. A look of understanding.

You watch them a little longer.

Izzy looks up and turns back to you. He waves you over with a swift gesture of his hand. You get up and walk across the bar, joining them at their table.

"It's about seeing what's good for you," Izzy says. He's looking right at you. You look at him confused, not understanding what he meant by that, but your heart flutters pleasantly in your chest.

Stede just smiles.

Izzy then turns to Stede. "Let's get you back on the ship. You need it. Besides, you stay here much longer, you're gonna end up on the wrong end of a sword."

Voices at the bar draw Stede's attention over there. Zheng is with Olu talking to Jim and Archie.

"What's she doing here?"

"She's recruited half the island." Izzy tells him.

"She better back off my guys," Stede says, frowning heavily.

Stede gets up and makes his way to the bar, clearly unhappy with Zheng. You shrink down in your seat. "Shit."

"Oh, I see. We're all friendly now. Zheng, last we saw each other, you were trying kill everyone."

"Hi, Stede." She greets him politely. "Congrats on the Ned Low thing, that's big for you."

"Leave my crew alone."

"Are you sure they're yours?" She asks him.

"They are. We've been through hell together."

Olu tries to explain, but Stede gets the message. Olu wanted to go.

"You're gonna stab me in the back right in front of me? For her? I took her whole crew down with chamomile tea!"

"Let's not do this here," Zheng pleads softly.

"Do what? We're just talking, aren't we? Unless, you had something else in mind." Stede puts his hand on his sword.

"Shit," you whisper.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just touch your sword."

"Should I pretend you're not pushing my crew?" Stede asks.

Izzy leaves your side to go stand by Stede. You quickly get out of your seat to join him. This is going to end badly if Stede didn't stop soon.

"It's not poaching if they wanna leave," she tells him. "Maybe go spend some time with your serial killer boyfriend. Or did he already leave you again?"

Stede steps forward. "Who told ya that?"

"Oh, shit, really? That was a lucky shot, but, yeah, figures."

Steak Knife steps in front of Stede.

"That was really mean."

"I'd back up." Zheng tells him.

"Now, I'll be mean."

"Okie-dokie." Zheng manages to take Steak Knife out with a very quick manoeuvre using only her hands.

You were impressed. Queen's got moves.

Stede draws his sword.

"Draw."

"Oh, Bonnet, no." Izzy sighs. This is what he was trying to avoid happening.

Zheng draws her sword work a wicked flourish. "I'll make this quick."

"You're gonna die quickly, are you?" Stede asks.

He swings, but Zheng manages to step on his sword. She hit him with the flat edge of her sword. "You fight like a towel boy."

He frees his sword from under her boot and swings again. Everyone backs up as the two fight it out, Stede backing himself into a table. Zheng stands over him with her sword pointed at his neck.

"I've killed mediocre men. I've killed exceptional men. But you're the worst kind: a mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional." She tells him.

"Thing about being mediocre, no one sees you coming." He throws a bottle at her, but Zheng ducks. It hits someone else instead.

Now he's done it.

The whole bar breaks out into a fight. You stand there with a hand over your eyes as Izzy throws a chair at someone who dared put their hands on him.

Jackie comes down furious. "Take this shit outside!"

Zheng takes it outside. She kicks Stede, getting him down onto the ground.

"Stay down Stede," Pete says.

"Stede, please don't get up." Zheng says to him. "Say mercy and this all ends."

"Just do it," Olu pleads.

"Sat it, Stede."

"Merci... beaucoup." Stede tries to throw some dirt at her, but misses.

You groan. Izzy leans on you for support as he watches this unfold.

Zheng picks up a plank that had been propped up behind Stede. She starts hitting him with it. "Is this how you plank someone, Stede? Am I doing it right?"

Stede is on the ground with nowhere else to go.

"Well, actually." He stands up. Zheng hits him in the head with it. He falls back down.

"Fucking hell," Pete mutters.

You're finding it very hard to keep watching. Izzy's hand slips into yours.

"Now the plank walks you!" Zheng says, holding it over her head.

Everything that happened in the next few seconds was unexpected. You would never had predicted any of it happening.

Just as Zheng was about to hit Stede again the sea lit up in flames. Zheng's fleet had been sitting in the water just opposite where you all were. Each and every one of those shops exploded before your eyes, lighting the water up.

Canons fired in the distance.

Izzy instinctively grabbed you, pulling you away along with the crew as the town was shot at. You grab onto him tight and flee back the way you all came from.

Stede scurried away as Zheng was left to watch her empire burn.

The Republic of Pirates was under threat.

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[sparklyslug]

just here to say i am obsessed with The (Monster-Hunting) Shop Around the Corner and am eagerly awaiting the last chapter!! idk if you ever do lil previews, totally fine if not, but just here to beg for a little snippet in case you do!

WAUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really really appreciate that! I’m sorry it’s taken longer than planned for the final chapter, work revved up in February and this month I’m focusing on my @strangerthingsreversebigbang, but THEN! UPDATE! I PROMISE! But thank you so so so much for enjoying it so far.

So such patience and kindness of course can only be rewarded with a snippet ahahaha!

……….

Steve’s ringing up a sweet mom (looking for something for her 10-year-old daughter: B*Witched was an easy sell, hiding it from Ned was not) when Eddie Munson breezes through the door. Raising what looks like two paper coffee cups in greeting, one in each hand, and grinning at Steve.

After a moment of surprise, Steve gives him a one second nod, and focuses on wrapping up the sale. Out of the corner of his eye, he tracks Eddie carefully setting the cups down and moving around the shop. “Let me know how she likes it,” Steve says to the mother as she hands her the bag and her receipt, tearing his eyes away from Eddie. With a nod and a smile, she’s out the door, and Steve rests his arms on the counter, regarding Eddie.

He’s lucky it’s just Steve in here right now; he’s apparently forgotten that this time of year your average Chicagoan usually is wrapped up in several layers, a winter coat being the most essential one of them. But Eddie seems comfortable as a September day in his charcoal gray sweater and black jeans, even pushes up the sleeves a little to expose tattooed forearms as he dives into a crate of classic metal LPs.

“Hey kid,” he calls across the store, when Eddie appears to have vanished completely into some music nerd heaven, and forgotten whyever it is he showed up here. “You gonna get your greasy mitts all over every cover, or you actually gonna buy something?”

Eddie’s head shoots up, and after a moment’s confusion his face breaks open into another grin.

“Dude, were you also a frequent shopper at The Tune Factory? Because that was a perfect Mr. Wilkins impression.”

“Where do you think I got all my Wham tapes?” Steve laughs.

“Funny we never ran into each other there,” Eddie says easily, making his way back over to the counter.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Steve says slowly, thinking that it isn’t that funny at all. He doesn’t know which would have gone over worse back then: if Steve had tried to strike up a conversation with Eddie, or if Eddie had tried the same thing with him. He figures Eddie has to know this too, but. Yeah, it’s nice to pretend that it would have been otherwise, now that they’re here.

There’s something different about Eddie today. And not just the forgotten jacket, or the break from his undertaker monochrome approach. Maybe it’s just how he leans a hand on his chin easily, smiling up at Steve.

Huh. Guess it takes seeing Eddie without that thread of stress running through him, to realize it had been there this whole time.

“So what’s a guy like you doing in a dump like this?” Eddie asks. And actually bats his lashes at Steve, which is alarmingly effective given the materials the guy is working with.

“Making minimum wage,” Steve says dryly. “You’re in a good mood.”

“Well, I had my hands full with this totally needy freeloader all last week, and I finally got my place back to myself,” Eddie says easily. “So, lots to celebrate.”

“I bet,” Steve says, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Speaking of which,” Eddie says, looking around for where he left the cups. “How are you feeling?”

“All good,” Steve admits, pointing over at the display case currently displaying Eddie’s drinks. “Not even a sniffle. And the, uh, sting already looks smaller.” That could be because the bruising around it shaped like Eddie’s mouth has finally faded, but Steve isn’t going to say that.

Eddie grabs the cups, and comes back to the counter.

“Glad to hear it. And feeling any otherworldly urges? Any cravings for blood, or likelihood of sprouting wings?”

“Oh, y’know. No more than usual.”

Eddie rewards him for that one with a laugh. “My business here is two-fold. Okay, actually–three-fold. I did really want to see how you were doing. But also, happened to be in the area, which happens to also be the area of one of the best cocoa spots in town. And also…”

Steve snorts a laugh as Eddie slides one of the cups across the countertop, pushing it along with one finger and looking at Steve with a wide-eyed smile.

“And also… someone might have been spreading rumors around town that you’re all on your lonesome this week, for a certain celebration of American consumption and excess.”

“Someone, huh?” Steve takes the cup, wrapping both palms around it and enjoying the warmth for a second. “Whoever could it be.”

“We may never know,” Eddie says solemnly. “But I figure Wayne's got a big ol couch with room for one more. And I would personally appreciate someone who can entertain him on whatever is happening with ‘The Big Game’–” Steve snorts as Eddie does the air quotes “–so I can get a turkey nap in, undisturbed.”

“So, are you doing me a favor? Or Wayne a favor?”

“Please, I am doing myself a favor,” Eddie says firmly. “I have been trying for more than twenty years to persuade Wayne that there’s no converting me to football. Being gay? After a weekend fishing trip to collect his thoughts, he took that no problem. Being bored to fucking tears by the struggles of the Colts? He’s never been able to accept it.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, I can talk sports with your uncle for an afternoon. Give you a break.”

Eddie stands up straight, blinking in surprise before he can cover it with an awkward smile. Which is, uh, fair. Steve kind of surprised himself too. Had no intention of actually talking to Wayne and Eddie about Thanksgiving in the first place, whatever he had promised Dustin (which Dustin had probably figured, since he clearly worked it from the other angle, the little jerk). Even in the moment, once he realized what Eddie was asking, he had been mentally preparing a gentle brush off, maybe an I’ll think about it and then conveniently forgetting to say anything until, whoops, whaddaya know, it’s Black Friday.

Steve takes a sip of the cocoa to cover this inexplicably awkward moment, and sputters at the taste.

“Best cocoa in the city?” He manages.

Eddie reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out two mini bottles of whiskey.

“With a few Eddie Munson adjustments,” he says. “Perfect for a long walk home, on a cold November night.”

#my fic #steddiebang #stranger things fic

[crownedtargaryen]

hiii can u do headcanons of reader being the eldest daughter of house stark (but younger than both robb and jon) and reader is also 💅 (since ned literally kept jon being a targ as a secret for so long, i think reader would be out to ned bc reader trusts him lol. and would reader come out to catelyn and the stark siblings) thankieee

coming out to the starks. headcanons

(a/n): i really hope this is good! tbh i was so nervous to write this cause i was afraid i’d mess it up!! :( genre: comfort, fluff prns: they/them all notes are appreciated. tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @daenerysapologist @ad-astra-again @clairacassidy

Ned Stark

ned would DEF be shocked

at first he’d do the “are you sure?” while looking around to see if anyone heard you

he’s def afraid it’ll hurt his reputation, and when he sees you deflated he absolutely hates it

so he’d hug you tight, breath shaky and go “we’ll learn together.”

he definitely doesn’t know how to go about this at first, asking if he can still marry you off or not

he wouldn’t talk about it much after, but for a month he seems cautious on what he says to you

he’ll slowly learn though, and once you explain some things to him he’ll appeal to the gender(s) of your liking

“Look at that guy/girl over there… You think they’re cute?” he’ll laugh out and nudge you, becoming much more comfortable with the idea as he sees how happy it makes you that he’s supportive

he’d def be the one to convince catelyn to support you, arguing day and night until she opens her mind to the concept

would fight day and night for you, and if rumor spreads he’ll shrug them off, not one bit ashamed of his child.

Catelyn Stark

she’s totally not fond of it

she’d look at you in surprise. then, “no. you must continue your duties, you mustn’t say such things.” while cupping your cheeks and tears coming to her eyes

when you try to explain, she’d shush you softly with a shake of her head.

things are tense for a while, and she seems upset with you and this “choice” of yours

though, one night while you’re wandering the castle for a water, you’d hear Ned whisper-shouting at your mother

”please, my dearest lady wife… We must show our support.” you hear, as Catelyn yells harsh words to her husband

one day, she’ll come to you out next to a tree, sitting in silence for a brief moment before sighing and hugging you

then, she says softly, “I love you, and I love whoever you choose to love, my sweetling.”

Robb Stark

you can never find the “right” time to tell robb

so, you tell him as he’s leaned over a table, inspecting his war plans

when you say it, he turns his head in surprise for a moment then laughs, thinking you’re pulling his leg

when he sees you’re serious, he immediately stands up straight and will purse his lips

you can tell he doesn’t truly know how to feel, but he’ll eventually speak up

”That’s definitely news.” he’ll say with a soft chuckle

then, he moves in and hugs you tight

the hug is brief, then he ruffles your hair and goes back to his plans

when you’re surprised and give him a “that’s all???” he’ll nod and not even look at you

he just says “what, do you want a party? you love women/men, and I love women. if you aren’t surprised and over the moon about my likings, why should we yell and throw stakes and torches at yours?”

then, he fixes his map, not even turning around. he’s def scared, worried it’ll taint the family name if people find out, but nonetheless he loves you all the same.

Sansa Stark

she been knew.

she’d see you sneaking sly glances to those of the same gender, how your eyes wander just a bit too long for a glance

so, when you tell her, she’d just continue what she’s doing

”You’re not secretive,” she’ll say, looking to your flushed face with a laugh

”I knew before you knew.”

then, she’ll move over and hold your hand, smiling and squeezing it.

”I love you all the same, please remember as such.” she whispers as she looks back to her task and continues

she’ll def tease you about it though, asking if you have taken a liking to anyone specific and much like Ned will point people you may be attracted to out in crowds and nudge at you

Bran Stark

bran, honest to god, does not care

you tell him and he just smiles a bit and nods, then goes back to what he was doing

when you repeat yourself, unsure if he heard, he looks at you again

”So?” he’ll say

”So? This took a lot out of me.”

”Okay, congratulations on loving who you love.”

he doesn’t see the big deal about telling him, honestly just happy you are who you are. who you love doesn’t matter to him, and he’d never even bring up romantics with you. maybe a few questions on who you show interest in, but nothing more.

Arya Stark

she is OVER THE MOON.

you tell her and her eyes widen and she grabs your hands

”you are?!” she’ll whisper yell, grinning from ear to ear.when you confirm she heard right, she looks like she might cry.

”I have to say I too love differently than most. Women are quite the treat.”

she’ll then ramble about this servant girl she’s taken a liking to, a feisty one with a fire like no other

honestly, she’s happy she isn’t alone. though she’s fine with a man, her preference stays with women.

though, she does try to set you up, thinking she’s helping but is embarrassing you in the process

Jon Snow

he honestly has no reaction like Bran

at first he’d ask a few questions, trying to make sure he understands your preferences more clearly, then will ask who all you’ve told

“just you,” you’ll say, and he’ll smile ass gentle and sweet

”Your secret is safe with me.”

he doesn’t speak of it again until you’re out to your entire family, then he will ask his father how marriage will work and try to get the political matters understood, curiosity besting him

Cregan Stark

cregan loves that you’ve told him

he admires your courage and sees you as some powerful specimen to be able to admit such things

”shall we hold a feast?” he’ll say eagerly, if this man has a tail it’’d be wagging like crazy

when you decline his offer, he’d slightly deflate but then bear hug you

he LOVES to tease you about it, at his tournaments and feasts signaling to specific people and urging them to dance with you

he love embarrassing you as well, when you show interest in someone he’d poke fun and purposefully put you in situations to know them better

he’s seen hiring more accepting and open people, trying to make the environment comfortable for you and allow you to pursue folks without judgment

overall, he loves you all the same.

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[erule]

Can i request prompt 6 from the prompt list with Tom holland or peter parker ? Can it be angst or heavy angst (with a happy ending if u want or not ) maybe with Friends to lovers ?? Thank you !!:)

Weak in the knees | p.p.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with Peter for years, but he has always been with MJ. Now, he tells you that they broke up but you don’t know that the reason is you.

Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers trope, happy ending

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hi! I chose number 6 and Peter Parker. Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “You’re always gonna be my weakness”.

(you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].

His smile has always made you weak in the knees. Always. There hasn’t been a time you recall it hasn’t.

It was fabulous at high school, because you could see him bring light at the end of the hallways with that, even when it was directed to somebody else and not you. To Ned. To MJ. You even learnt when it was only for her eyes, because he was falling for her. You could have said it to Ned, when it was wide and shiny. When he was in love with her. It wasn’t the same, when he liked your jokes. But now, now you can’t even enjoy it, because you go to another college while he’s with them. You bet that he’s still smiling at MJ in that particular way, something you’ll never even see, but even if you miss it, maybe you’re better off alone. Jealousy is not something that belongs to you, but you felt it as something borrowed. Now you’re not in high school anymore and you don’t see Peter often as before, luckily. Things are getting better.

That’s what you thought, at least.

“Peter?” You ask outside of the college, surprised. You almost lost the grip from your books. You weren’t supposed to see him today.

“Hi,” he says, a brief smile on his face and you already know that something is wrong.

“What happened?”

“Why do you always ask me that?”

“Because we barely see each other now, so when you come here there’s always some mess I have to clean up,” you reply, starting to walk away. He follows you.

“Well, not this time! I just wanted to say hello to you,” he says and you furrows your eyebrows.

Something is definitely wrong.

“Another fight with MJ? Send her some flowers, she’s gonna love them”.

“You love flowers, she hates them”.

“I’m sorry if I don’t know your girlfriend’s tastes,” you reply, with resentment.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” he murmurs and you suddenly stop.

They’ve been together for three years. You have waited for them to break up as if it could have been your choice to confess him that you love him for so long, but now, his whispers have taken you by surprise.

“What?”

“You didn’t think about that, did you?” He asks ironically, but you don’t move a muscle, still in shock. “It’s not a mess you have to clean up, don’t worry. She broke up with me two months ago, but I wanted to tell you in person,” he adds. Then, he sighs, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I realized that the only person I wanted to talk to about this was you. Not even Ned. Just you,” he says.

You swallow hard.

“Why? Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend,” he replies confused, as if it was obvious.

“Am I?”

“Y/N?”

You sigh, then you sit down on a bench and he does the same. You don’t want to fight and you don’t want to tell him everything, but all of these mixed feelings are killing you from the inside, so you had to stay still. He’s still looking at you, numb, genuinely curious about what you’re thinking right now.

“You’ve been busy in the past few months. I didn’t even get that you broke up with her, because you stopped texting me”.

“She did,” he repeats and you tilt your head, astonished. “She didn’t want to be with me anymore”.

“But she seemed so in love with you!” You exclaim and even your own words take you by surprise.

“Yeah, but she didn’t want to be with somebody that was always on the phone with another person,” he says.

How great, you think, there’s even another one that he preferred over me.

“And who’s this?” You ask, already tired of this stupid and hurtful conversation.

He takes a deep breath and then he gives you a smile that he didn’t show you ever. It was only meant for MJ and MJ only. Now, it gives you butterflies. Your stomach could explode.

“You. It has always been you, Y/N”.

You shake your head vigorously. No, it can’t be. This is a joke or a lost bet. It can’t be possible. It’s painful and sad that he’s playing with your feelings as they were a toy, now.

“You should be ashamed of that, Peter. You don’t have to make fun of me, even if you know that I like you,” you say, trying to walk away, but he stops you by taking your wrist around his fingers. The touch burns your skin.

“I wouldn’t do it, Y/N, you know me”.

“No, I don’t know you anymore! I’ve been in love with you for years, three years of my life spent by being in the darkness of your smile and now you’re telling me that you want to be with me? This is unbelievable,” you say, with tears in your eyes. “Unbelievable,” you whisper again.

“Y/N…”

“I’ve studied you as if you were a test to pass. I’ve learnt how many moles you have, I’ve learnt that you hate strawberries but you love chocolate, that you put your friends over being Spider-Man, that you don’t go away if I don’t come home safe after you’ve driven me all around the city because it’s the only way I calm down when I’m upset. And I know, I knowhow your smile lights up when you see MJ and it’s not the same when you look at me,” you say and it hurts you more that it should.

“Maybe it means that either I’m a great actor or just a terrible liar, because you haven’t looked at me when I was staring at you,” he replies with a smile and now, you see it. It’s warm like the sun on your skin in Summer. It’s full of light. It’s the very dee and blue see that caresses your body when you go to the beach. And it’s directed at you.

“How come have I not see it?” You ask him, but maybe it’s more a question to yourself.

“I developed these feelings in high school, but I accepted them only a year ago. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, Y/N. You’re too important to me,” he says.

You squeeze his hand.

“Please, give me another smile,” you say and he chuckles.

“Why?”

“Because has always made me weak in the knees,” you answer, a little embarrassed.

“Oh. Well, you’re always gonna be my weakness”, he says with a smile that could light up the whole city.

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[selkiewife]

TYRION APPRECIATION MONTH

Day 10 & 14: Connection to Dragons & Men in his Life (Tywin Lannister) Some meta about Tyrion's possible Targaryen blood and how that actually enhances the complexity of his relationship with Tywin is under the cut:

If you are unfamiliar with the theory that Tyrion is actually Aerys II Targaryen's son, here is a video that sums it up really nicely: Is Tyrion a Secret Targaryen. Now I am not here to argue all the evidence for this theory- that's why I provided the link lol (but there is a startling amount of evidence that I only really noticed on my second reread after the show. It was always something that I use to roll my eyes at before because I wasn't thinking deeply about it and because the idea of the "secret Targaryen" is a running joke in the fandom. "How many secret Targaryens can there be??" Well, when you think about it- a lot actually, lol. Especially when you consider how many illegitimate children a king can conceivably have- look at Robert Baratheon. So, after my reread, I now think that Tyrion being Aerys' son is not only possible but likely. I also think it could be possible that Cersei and Jaime are as well, but that's a conversation for another time. So yeah, I am not here to "prove" this theory to you. I go back and forth about it too. Instead, what I am here to talk about is what I think this theory could potentially illuminate about Tyrion and Tywin's relationship.

I've seen other fans argue on reddit and youtube that Tyrion being a secret son of Aerys somehow cheapens his relationship with Tywin and makes it "less complex". I completely disagree with this. Apparently the argument goes that it is more complex for Tyrion to be Tywin's true biological son since Tywin hated him so much. Then there the fact that out of all three Lannister siblings, Tyrion is undoubtably the most like Tywin because of his strategic mind and ruthless intelligence. The conversation that Genna Lannister has with Jaime in A Feast for Crows is often used for evidence of this:

"Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.

The problem is, this quote merely points out that Tyrion is the most like Tywin out of his other siblings. Tyrion does act like Tywin but that is more because he is constantly trying to emulate him- partly because even though his father has been abusive to him all his life, he still wants to be accepted by him and to prove himself to him:

Lord Tywin was oft quiet in council, preferring to listen before he spoke, a habit Tyrion himself tried to emulate. (A Game of Thrones)

He loved his brother’s reckless wrath, but it was their lord father he must try and emulate. Stone, I must be stone, I must be Casterly Rock, hard and unmovable.(A Clash of Kings)

The reason I don't see this as definitive evidence is because Tyrion can totally be like Tywin without being his biological son. We have an example of this with Jon Snow and Ned Stark. Especially since Tyrion is STILL a Lannister- just like Jon is still a Stark- because Tyrion's mother was Joanna Lannister who was Tywin's first cousin. So, he is still Tywin's blood relative, regardless of paternity. It is unsurprising that he would take after the man who raised him, who is both a blood relative and someone he is actively trying to emulate.

So allowing for this truth- that adoptive children are as likely to be similar to their parents as biological children, there is still a view in the fandom that it is more satisfying that Tyrion would be truly Tywin's biological son since Tywin hates him so much and rejects him as his son. Some fans even go further and say this would be even more satisfying if it is actually Cersei and Jaime who are Aerys' children and Tyrion is the ONLY biological son of Tywin. That would mean that the son that Tywin abused, hated and rejected turned out to be his only biological son and his legacy. And I can understand how that is very satsifying. I really can. However, I feel like that is really only a satisfying story conclusion for Tywin himself. Whereas Tyrion being a Targaryen expands on one of the major motifs of the story at large- the theme of individual identity vs family vs destiny. This is seen with Jon and Theon as well- are you shaped by your blood or are you shaped by your experiences and the family you grew up with? And that could be a more satisfying exploration to carry Tyrion into the rest of the story where he meets Daenerys.

It also makes his reltionship with Tywin more complex rather than less. Because it does two things at once. First, Tywin's own concern that Tyrion is not his and may be Aerys' (as seen with his line: "since I cannot prove you are not mine") is a Greek Tragedy because Tywin abuses and mistreats Tyrion until he finally snaps and murders him. So essentially, Tywin's own abuse of Tyrion (based on his ableism and his fear he was a Targaryen) set in motion a series of events that lead to Tywin's own death and Tyrion ultimately allying with House Targaryen to bring down House Lannister. But! His abuse of Tyrion also turns him into his "true" son. Tyrion begins his arc in A Clash of Kings extremely empathetic and seeking justice for sex workers like Barra's mother and Alayaya and he ends his A Storm of Swords Arc murdering his sex worker lover Shae and kinslaying Tywin, something he was always against when it was suggested with Joffrey (and yes, even if he is half Targaryen, it is still kinslaying since Tywin is Joanna's cousin.) When Tyrion murders Tywin in A Storm of Swords, we get this exchange which, I think encapsulizes that Tyrion is both Aerys' and Tywin's at once:

Tyrion's finger clenched. The crossbow whanged just as Lord Tywin started to rise. The bolt slammed into him above the groin and he sat back down with a grunt. The quarrel had sunk deep, right to the fletching. Blood seeped out around the shaft, dripping down into his pubic hair and over his bare thighs. "You shot me," he said incredulously, his eyes glassy with shock.

"You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord," Tyrion said. "That must be why you're the Hand of the King."

"You . . . you are no . . . no son of mine." "You . . . you are no . . . no son of mine."

"Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch."

By the time Tyrion murders Tywin he is every bit as cold and calculating as Tywin himself and his empathy has run dry (it will come back! And we already see the seeds of that while he is killing Tywin- especially since the last straw that causes Tyrion to shoot him is Tywin calling Tysha a sex worker slur after Tyrion warned him not to.) Tywin is genuinely shocked that Tyrion shot him- and it is this shock that brings him to the conclusion that Tyrion couldn't possibly be his son. But of course, Tyrion, ever more self aware, tells him that he is Tywin "writ small." So in this way, Tywin, through his horrible abuse, turned Tyrion both into what he feared he was (This act will set in motion the Targaryens bringing down House Lannister) AND into what he rejected he could be (his true son- him writ small.) And it gives me chills. Because it holds two truths at once- which is an ongoing theme in the series. The idea of holding two opposing truths in one's head at once.

If you want to explore an even more tin foil theory that posits that Tyrion could actually be a chimera- both genetically Tywin and Aerys’ son, this is a fun video to check out: Jeopardy Proved Tyrion Has Two Dads- ASOIAF Theory. (I'm not going to lie- this actually makes a LOT of sense and is pretty fascinating.)

#tyrionmonth2022 #tyrion lannister #tyrionlannisteredit #asoiaf #asoiafedit #tywin lannister #aerys ii targaryen #tyrion targaryen

[jahayla-parker]

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 20

Bewitched Love Series Navigation

Desc. & Warnings: 1.3k wc, see navigation for description and warnings

Recap:

Ned wrapped his arm around y/n and nodded at the three Spider-Mans. “Cure that ass,” he agreed. Ned’s wide smile sealed the deal and soon everyone parted for their assigned starting points.

Y/n lowered the volume on the computer speaker that was connected to everyone’s mics. But, she kept it high enough that she and her friends could still hear the conversation of all three Peters in the background. Y/n was glad that the three Peters were able to bond a little bit more before the villains, hopefully that would make a positive difference in their upcoming fight. But, she wanted to give them a bit of privacy while also being able to hear when the fight against the villains from the multiverse truly started again.

Ned, MJ, and Y/n were anxiously awaiting both the start of the battle and their signal from their Peter, Peter 1, to start their part. It was visible from the expressions on each of their faces that they were tense and anticipatorily on edge. However, while Ned and MJ had experienced staying behind this behind-the-scenes role before; y/n hadn’t. Therefore, that combined with it being her boyfriend who was out there preparing to fight a bunch of cursed villains, certainly resulted in y/n being the most anxious of the bunch.

“Hey,” MJ spoke softly. She tapped y/n’s hand that was resting on the countertop. “It’ll be fine,” she said with a tiny smile.

Y/n forced a smile and nodded at her friend. “Ye-yeah, no, for sure,” she replied with faux confidence.

Ned seemed to pick up on the insincerity behind y/n’s agreement. He sighed and set his hand over both MJ’s and Y/n’s. “It will be,” Ned told her. “Besides,” he laughed lightly, “we all know if something bad starts to happen that you’ll leave and use your badass magic to fix it”.

Y/n swallowed thickly. She appreciated her friends’ efforts to calm her worry. But, she also immediately felt the pressure of Ned’s last remark. Y/n nodded and quietly thanked her friends before slightly increasing the volume on the computer’s speaker.

The group tuned back into the conversation between their Peter and the other two Peters. Peter 3 thanked one, or maybe both?, of the other Peters for something, making Ned and MJ relax a bit in their seats. While y/n was still on edge, the other two were pleased nothing had started yet and that everyone was getting along.

However, MJ and Ned both sat up straighter upon hearing Peter 1’s, their Peter’s, alert.

“Alright guys, focus up,” Peter 1 ordered the other two Peters. His senses tingled and he lifted his gaze to the sky. “Can you feel that?” he asked.

Peter 2 vaguely acknowledged he’d seen the same thing Peter 1 had.

Before y/n’s mind could wander too much, she heard Electro’s voice cut through the speaker.

“What's up, Peter?” Electro greeted smugly.

Y/n felt her body tense. She knew there was nothing she could do from here, but that made it worse. Y/n closed her eyes to focus on the auditory aspects of the impending scene. She unconsciously bounced her leg nervously as she waited for something other than the Peters and Electro bickering to happen.

“All right, y/n, heads up!” Peter 1 shouted as he faced the portal Ned had waiting for him. He spared a brief moment of eye contact with y/n as he tossed her the Machina de Kadavus. Peter 1 noticed the longing in him to have her beside him during such an intense fight. But, he had made a decision and he couldn’t be selfish, he needed to keep her safe.

“Got it!” Y/n exclaimed, catching the relic with ease. She gave her Peter an encouraging nod.

MJ ordered Ned to close the portal as Peter 1 rushed off to help the other Peters.

Only, Ned’s first attempt to do so failed. As did his second. Ned heard y/n softly mumble, “uh... Ned, it’s not closing”. He sighed, “yeah, I know”.

MJ moved closer to examine the portal with curiosity. “Why isn't it closing?” she asked.

Ned groaned. “I don’t know…” he confessed, “I…”.

“Did you close it before?” Y/n asked politely. She knew how learning mystical abilities took time so she didn’t want to come off as harsh or judging. But also, now wasn’t the time for this to be failing. When y/n heard Ned offer a weak “no?”, she froze. “What?!”

“No?” Ned repeated, still struggling to close the portal. “No,” he admitted more affirmatively this time. “I mean, I have opened some.”

Y/n shot a look at MJ in disbelief. They’d told Peter (1) and y/n that Ned was able to do this. Yet, he’d never done it before? Y/n had to take a deep breath to keep herself from getting deeply frustrated with her friends. She reminded herself they were still new to all of this.

As y/n tried to encourage Ned, hoping maybe it was just him doubting himself that was causing the problem, she heard Peter 2 call out through the coms system. She had known that while she and her friends were working on the portal that the Peters had started fighting the villains. But, due to their own issues, that’s all she knew.

“Guys, comm check! Hello?” Peter 2 called out.

Y/n wasn’t certain why Peter 2 was questioning if the communications were working properly. But, she momentarily stepped away from Ned and MJ to check. Their half of the team only had one microphone between the three of them, the one on Ned’s laptop. So, once y/n ensured the others should still be working, she pressed the microphone button on the laptop.

“You’re good Peter 2!” Y/n answered. She heard some tiny spark-like sounds coming from where Ned was and turned her head in that direction. Y/n listened as Peter 3 asked her Peter Peter 1 for Max’s cure, but her eyes remained focused on Ned’s latest attempt to close the portal. “Ned, anything?” she asked breathily as the portal remained open.

“Y/n? What’s going on?” Peter 1 asked as he swung through the metal structure to toss Peter 3 the requested cure.

Y/n cursed as she looked down to see that she hadn’t turned the laptop’s microphone back off. Before she could determine a good response, Peter 2 asked her Peter Peter 1 for the lizard’s cure. She sighed lightly, turning off the microphone. Y/n mentally thanked Peter 2 for the distraction.

Except, the added task from Peter 2 wasn’t enough to keep Peter 1 from checking on y/n and his friends. “Y/n!” He called out again as he launched himself to a different metal post. “Are you guys okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” y/n said as she hit the microphone button again, wincing at her weak tone. She pleaded with her eyes for Ned to fix the problem. Y/n knew her Peter would see through her tone, but she couldn’t lie to him either. When Ned frowned as another attempt failed, y/n bit her bottom lip. “No ones hurt, or in danger,” yet, she thought to herself.

It seemed to be enough of an assurance for Peter 1. He responded with a breathy, “okay” before starting on another task.

Y/n faintly heard her Peter whisper a “woah” as what sounded like a whoosh of sand started. She huffed to herself after shutting off their microphone. Y/n hated not being able to be there and see what was happening. She constantly wanted to ask what was happening, to at least try and visualize the battle, but she knew that would only be a distraction for the Peters. Besides, y/n agreed to help Ned and MJ, so she needed to focus on that for now.

Y/n bounced lightly with nerves. Her bottom lip was inflamed by now due to all the pressure from biting it. She didn’t know what to do, but the portal needed to close. It wasn’t safe to try and manipulate it with her own abilities/energy given that the portal was mostly generated by Strange’s energy.

MJ and Y/n shared a panicked look when the lizard crashed onto the platform where their open portal was. Both girls silently snapped their heads towards Ned as the lizard noticed them.

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Love languages

Doom breaker edition, headcanons.

Feat. Zephyr, Ned, Lucius, Altair, Ophelia, Fade, Dariel.

Warnings: maybe ooc, proofread? we don't know her, writer that can't write.

Author note: let's go with the first fluff piece; since the poll had two votes for that, I'll focus on that genre for the next independent pieces. NSFW had one vote so I'll also cook something for that (heheheheheh). As usual, remember you can send requests for specific scenarios!

Zephyr

His main love language would be acts of service.

It's what comes more naturally to him and he doesn't really realise it.

He's used to doing things for others for money (being a mercenary) so he doesn't think that small attentions like that are considered a love language. It's just what he's expected to do, and he thinks you're just kind if you do it back.

Although he does appreciate a lot when you do little things for him, he might think that's your love language and that he enjoys it because you're the one doing it, not because it's his love language too.

...yes he's not too bright in this department.

He thinks he's more of a words of affirmation guy. It's what he does consciously and how he perceives love more easily.

He likes having open communications with you and telling you that he's proud of you or thanking you for the small things you do for him.

And he's not afraid to apologise to you if he does something wrong. Which is rare, but still happens.

Ned

He's really a balance between quality time and physical touch.

He's not used to having control over his own life, so deciding that he can spend time with you is already a lot to him

And he's also touch starved, which makes cuddles and affections with you especially important to him.

He always tries to get assigned to work with you and stay close to you. If he can't, he'll probably still use his stealth bracelet to see you and kiss you while he's invisible (after making sure you know he's there).

And he's aware of all this.

Sometimes a bit too aware.

He might worry he's stealing your time by always trying to keep you to himself, since he knows what it's like to not have your full independence.

Or that he's making you uncomfortable or being too clingy, since he doesn't have an idea of how much affection is enough or too much.

Help him understand when he's overthinking, most of the time he'll hold back a bit in fear of bothering you.

Lucius

He's your physical touch teddy bear.

Embraces, kisses, holding hands- that's how he expresses his affections. Sometimes he'll just hug your waist from behind and hold you there while he talks with you.

He's not completely aware of it. He notices that he does this with you but he thinks it's more about the fact that you're a couple and it's normal to do this with eachother.

His secondary love language would have to be receiving and giving gifts, mainly due to the fact that he's used to just be a representative of the church and receiving things for the church, not himself. This is more subconscious though, he doesn't realise he does it.

If you give anything to him he'll make sure to use it or at least have it on himself every time he can. Sometimes you can catch him smiling to himself as he looks at something you got him.

Also he'll see something that reminds him of you and just gift it to you. He spends a lot of time thinking about it though, wondering if you'll actually like it. Sometimes he'll look for something similar because he realised that exact thing doesn't match your usual aesthetic or taste.

When I say "aesthetic" one might think this only refers to clothes or accessories, but he'll literally get you daggers, writing equipment, books- he knows your passions well enough to make accurate gifts.

Altair

One of her more evident love languages is quality time.

She might not spend much time with you because of her busy schedule, but she always makes sure it's meaningful and you two do something you both enjoy.

She might use her authority to get you away from your duties now and then... Hope you don't mind that too much!

However acts of service are her actual main love language.

She's used to commanding people and ordering them around, or courtesies because of her status, but genuine small attentions? She doesn't get many of those.

She doesn't have big reactions but she notices all the little things you do for her. There's that little shine in her eyes when you offer her your arm on the side of her non-dominant hand; or when you pull the bed blankets over her shoulders so she doesn't get cold.

Sometimes she struggles giving you the same small attentions; or well, she thinks she does. In reality it's a very spontaneous thing for her, she often helps you with your duties for example (or getting out of them to be with her).

But if she asks you what she can do for you, try asking for something, even a small thing; telling her "nothing" might make her overthink it. Even something small will give her the sense of accomplishment and the reassurance that she's doing well in the relationship.

Ophelia

She's really into quality time.

But she's not the best at asking for it.

Most of the time she'll make something up like training, or helping you. Admitting that she just wants to spend time with you is really hard for her and will rarely happen.

With that being said, after some time into the relationship she is less shy about it.

She'll still find a reason for you two to spend time together, but sometimes it can be something like just keeping each other company.

Another love language that she often manifests is acts of service.

It's something that comes easily to her and her main way of showing that she cares.

She can be a little overwhelming at times, but it comes from a good place. Just put some boundaries if it ever becomes too much.

If you do little things for her... it really gets to her. She needs a few seconds to elaborate, then thanks you and probably keeps it in mind for the rest of the day.

Fade

He doesn't have a love language, he has an "I tolerate you" language.

I'm joking, he's just the least stable of the bunch.

But he does have ways of showing affection. His main love language would be words of affirmation.

I discussed all his attachment issues in a few other posts, but basically it means that he loves you so much he will communicate openly with you even when he's having a bad day.

He might just tell you "Sorry, not right now" but that's already a lot coming from him. He tends to verbally express himself a lot with you.

And he also appreciates you talking to him, being honest but thoughtful at the same time in how you express yourself.

However, physical touch is another way that he has of showing you his affection.

He doesn't like keeping his hands on you all the time, but he likes occasionally coming up to you to hug you or kiss you.

It's his thing.

He'll especially seek these things when he's tired.

Dariel

He's a receiving and giving gifts guy.

And the way he expresses it is very similar to a crow bringing trinkets to people they like.

Shiny rocks, freshly fallen flowers, he just brings it back if he thinks it's pretty.

He is able to make less impulsive gifts, but he has that labrador retriever energy that makes him bring back everything he finds aesthetically pleasing.

He also loves receiving similar small gifts. If they're wearable he has them on 24/7. If not, he keeps them safe. Don't pick flowers though, elves are very protective of nature. The ones that fall off trees or petals are fine though.

He also really likes physical touch.

Hand holding, forehead kisses, he's touching you every chance he gets. Discreet but not shy at all.

He gets really flustered when you're the one touching him though. He doesn't dislike it, but he's a bit awkward and doesn't know how to handle it.

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[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Arya and nature motifs

I. Arya Underfoot

Arya has many nicknames through the series. Some are mocking ones given to her  by her people who wish to upset her while others are endearing ones given to her by people who like her. The nickname “Arya Underfoot” is given to her by her father’s men who knew that the young lady enjoyed spending her time with smallfolk outside the castle. While getting dirty by spending time outside isn’t “ladylike” according to westerosi sexist standards, the people who gave her that nickname like her for her warm, friendly and down to earth personality. 

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."

Lommy had called her Lumpyhead, Sansa used Horseface, and her father's men once dubbed her Arya Underfoot, but she did not think any of those were the sort of name he wanted.

"I remember," said Arya. "He killed Jory." Jory had always smiled at her, when he wasn't telling her to get from underfoot.

II. Arya and her love for flowers

We see Arya’s love for flowers through her interactions with her sister, Sansa. First we have Arya enthousiastically telling Sansa about all the new flowers she found on the Neck:

Then to Sansa she said, "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before[...]”

Then we also have an endearing scene of Arya picking flowers for her father, Ned. It’s a sweet gesture and Ned being a good father appreciates his daughter’s efforts:

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.

But Arya’s connection to nature is even more evident on the the paragraph below. Even when she gets a rash on her arms because of her flowers she was picking earlier, Arya’s reaction isn’t to be upset about it and instead she finds it funny. 

Then it turned out the purple flowers were called poison kisses, and Arya got a rash on her arms. Sansa would have thought that might have taught her a lesson, but Arya laughed about it, and the next day she rubbed mud all over her arms like some ignorant bog woman just because her friend Mycah told her it would stop the itching.

III. The acorn dress

Arya might not have wore as many gowns as other female characters but her acorn dress is one of the most memorable asoiaf dresses. Arya’s given that dress by Lady Smallwood. Arya finds the dress rather silly but she remembers fondly how Lady Smallwood had praised her appearence.

Arya promptly found herself marched upstairs, forced into a tub, and doused with scalding hot water. Lady Smallwood's maidservants scrubbed her so hard it felt like they were flaying her themselves. They even dumped in some stinky-sweet stuff that smelled like flowers.

And afterward, they insisted she dress herself in girl's things, brown woolen stockings and a light linen shift, and over that a light green gown with acorns embroidered all over the bodice in brown thread, and more acorns bordering the hem.

.Arya spotted a yellow tent with six acrons on its panels, three over two over one. Lord Smallwood, she knew, remembering Acorn Hall so far away, and the lady who'd said she was pretty.

ΙV. My Featherbed

Anyone who says that Arya can´t have a romantic plot line, canon contradicts you. The most romantic song of the series appears on Arya´s POV, while she fools around with Gendry. The parallels between the heroes of the song and the little lady and the young blacksmith are evident.

My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I'll lay you down, I'll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I'll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I'll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

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[laurfilijames]

So, it's GSE secret Santa.

🎄 🎁 🎄 🎁 🎄 🎁

You can't choose Pete.

Which member of the GSE are you choosing as your secret Santa and what are getting them?

🎁 🎄 🎁 🎄 🎁 🎄 🎁 🎄 🎁

I am certain that you choose the most difficult questions to ask me on purpose 🤣

This was such a good one though and imagining the GSE lads being in the festive spirit and celebrating together has me all 🥰🥰

Okay. I'm narrowing it down to Ned. It was between him and Swill and god was it ever hard to choose.

I'm keeping it simple, as I think he's a simple lad who is the sweetest soul and would appreciate little heartfelt gifts as opposed to anything big and extravagant. I'm also totally copying something from Friends that has always stuck with me and I love so so much.

There's a scene where Phoebe gets Ross housewarming gifts and... anyway... here we go.

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I headcanon that Ned loves to cook (something I included in my fic Like My Dreams) so the first items are spice jars ("so your life always has flavour")

The second is a gift certificate to the local butcher so he can get himself a nice steak or prime rib to do up one day for all the boys. ("so you never go hungry")

Because I can't help myself, (I'm a dental nerd it can't be helped 🦷) I also toss in a new toothbrush and toothpaste so that smile of his that we all love to see is always bright.

The final touch is a new West Ham scarf to keep him warm on cold days when he's out on his deliveries and to help feel like a hug when he needs it most.

I'm so sappy for Ned it's RIDICULOUS! 🥰

(I didn't dare crop out your Dave 💗)

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[saints-who-never-existed]

numbers 1,3,7,8,12,24 for the choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I answered this one in the previous post by, of course, waxing lyrical about dear sweet Ned.

I don't think everyone gets him wrong necessarily, just that the fandom's view of him is often quite limited and there's not always enough understanding or appreciation of his whole character arc.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I’ll not point to any one instance of it but I really hate the take I’ve seen several times on here that can essentially be summed up as “Hur dur isn’t it just so hilarious and fitting that these white colonialist men got their just desserts and died gruesome terrifying deaths? Karma lol” As if – real-life or fictionalised – they don’t deserve sympathy or even the tiniest bit of kindness.

Obviously they aren’t martyrs who should be lionised and obviously colonialism is fucking horrible. No one is saying otherwise, even the show itself isn’t saying otherwise.

But they were real people at the end of the day. Real human beings with rich inner lives, with people who loved them and with a job to do. They weren’t walking up the gangplank rubbing their hands together like supervillains thinking “Fuck yeah lads, can’t wait to snatch up some land and do violence to native peoples!”

I dunno, I just find there’s a really disturbing lack of humanity and compassion in those kinds of takes.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

There aren’t any characters that I actually hate but there are quite a few that I think are often done a disservice by the fandom (just insofar as I’ve seen, obviously everybody is somebody’s special little guy).

I was thinking about Des Voeux the other day, for example, who's an incredibly interesting character whatever way you slice it.

In real life, the dude was like 19, was one of the few who signed the Victory Point note and had the responsibility of commanding men double his age – one has to imagine that he was something pretty special in order to do all that.

In the book, he’s a solid presence from what I remember and is one of the last loyal men standing in the end.

And in the show, he’s pragmatic and ruthless right from the get-go, not to mention that he speaks quite frequently of violence, and yet is trusted specifically by command (namely Fitzjames) right up until Terror Camp. Dude definitely knew how to play the game, at least in some ways.

And yet, all I ever seem to see is him referenced as a horrible little gremlin man with a piss-kink… I’m not saying he can’t also be that but I am saying that he isn’t only that

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I have a confession to make… I’ve never had any bother telling the different characters apart…!

So yeah, my silly answer is any time people are just wildly incorrect in their white-man-in-navy-uniform identification game. Like in that BTS photo of Dundy throwing down shapes at Fitzjames’ funeral where everyone seems to think it’s Little being miserable beside him where it could not more obviously be Jopson.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I am very intrigued by Dr Stanley and I think more people should be.

I know this will be unpopular, but I honestly don’t think he’s going out of his way to be a dick on purpose. I just think he’s a deeply damaged, unhappy man who began shutting himself down long before we ever even got to meet him.

And it breaks my heart, not least because there’s still a person in there!

We see just a few wee glimpses of it. I for one love the way he’s just that tiny bit impressed when Goodsir finally back-sasses him, and that’s to say nothing of his scene with Collins. I mean, it’s just about the only time we get to see him attempt a smile! I honestly don’t think Stanley’s unwilling to help in that scene, I just think he’s so far gone himself that he literally lacks the ability to.

Anyway, people shouldn’t necessarily like him but they should have more feelings about him.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

See, I don’t really have an answer for this one as I don’t think I’ve been involved in much discourse beyond my own ramblings…?

That said, the first thing I thought of was a truly outstanding post I saw a while ago but can now no longer find that involved a chart denoting which characters have milk and how likely they’d be to let you suckle at it because, lemme tell you, that post re-terraformed my brain and slapped me straight in the tits.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of it and find myself disputing character placement and lactation capabilities…

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[keanureevesisbae]

Dusk till Dawn - Chapter 5

Summary: After saving Spiderman's ass, Jordan has to go to school again.

Peter Parker x Jordan Wilson (asian ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.2k

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That Spiderman figure is kinda strange. I already thought so at the airport, but seeing him once again, it felt so strange. Normally I’d never interfere, but seeing that this threat also came up on my radar, meaning it had something to do with me, made me step up. 

But… 

Spiderman was better at the airport in my humble opinion. I know I shouldn’t consort with the enemy, because Spiderman is associated with Iron Man, who is Tony Stark, which automatically means bad news, but I just could not help myself.

Besides, it felt good to do something noble.

I walk into the school, heading straight for my locker. I check my phone on the way, to see if I have a notification from Mallory. Ever since mister Stark has set foot on the premises for a not so appreciated visit, I have added another feature to Mallory, so the second the creep gets too close to my house, she disrupts his systems again and will mess with them even more so than last time.

Instead, I’m met with my newest wallpaper and I can’t help but smile to see Peter’s face plastered on my screen.

I really like him and seeing his handsome and cute face on my screen does not help. I am quick to change my books for the ones I need and walk towards my first class of the day. When I enter the classroom, I already see Peter sitting at his usual spot and he waves at me, a crooked smile appearing on his face. I plop down on the chair next to him. ‘Good morning Peter.’

‘Good morning Jordan,’ he says.

It’s our usual little greeting ceremony every single day. 

‘Slept well?’ I ask him, like usual.

And like always he says: ‘I did.’ However today he adds a little something to it: ‘Strained my back a bit funny, but other than that, I’m alright.’

I smile at him. ‘So young and already the body of an old man.’

‘Very funny,’ he chuckles.

Schooldays like this always go really fast, because spending time with Peter is the best way to spend my hours at this hellhole. Now we are sitting next to each other during lunch and we didn’t even have to be forced by Ned. We voluntarily chose seats next to each other, even to a point where we both seem to forget Ned is even sitting across from us to begin with.

After a day filled with boring classes at school, Peter walks with me for a long way. It’s becoming a daily routine for the two of us and we stop at the intersection. He has to go left, I have to go right. 

‘I can walk with you,’ he offers. ‘If you want of course.’

I really want to say yes, but I shake my head. ‘No, it’s fine. You’ve got quite the work cut out for you with that ginormous pile of homework and of course the extra work miss Duvalt gave you today.’

He chuckles. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ He clenches his fists shortly next to his body, until he holds out his arms and pulls me in a hug. 

Since the movie theater, he hasn’t given me a hug and I haven’t initiated one. I kinda expected Ned to force us in an awkward embrace, however for Peter to take the first step… It makes me slightly giddy.

I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle my face in his shoulder. I don’t want to let him go. I love being hugged, especially by people who I care about.

And I care so deeply about Peter.

When we do part, I blink my eyes fast, hoping the tears aren’t so evident.

He notices it nonetheless. ‘You okay, Jordan?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I say. ‘See you tomorrow, Peter.’

Peter nods. ‘See you tomorrow.’

We both go our own way and finally I’m closing in on my own place. I walk up the porch, open the door, but I can sense something is different. 

There is only one person in this entire world who wears this old fashioned cologne by his own choice.

‘What are you doing here?’ I ask Steve as I walk around the corner, only to discover he’s chilling on my couch like he’s always hanging out at my place. The audacity and the guts of this son of a bitch to make himself comfortable and just let him self in.

Do I need to update Mallory once again, so she knows Steve—Captain America—Rogers also cannot enter the premises. 

‘Where is Sam?’ 

Because Steve and I are not exactly the best of friends, I never call Sam my dad in front of him, just like I don’t name Bucky Papa. 

He doesn’t deserve that.

‘He couldn’t make it.’

I scoff. ‘And you can?’ 

He decides it’s for the best if he does not answer that question. ‘I like the duck,’ Steve notes, staring at Mallory, who is staring at him from the kitchen, not too sure about the sudden intruder. ‘You made her?’

‘Mhm.’

‘Neat.’

‘What do you want?’

‘I saw you helped out Spiderman,’ he says. 

I groan. ‘If that bothered you so much, you could’ve called.’

‘He’s part of the other team.’

‘Does it look like I care?’ With a huge amount of force, I drop my bag on the table. ‘If you’re here to tell me what I can and cannot do, I urge you to leave right now.’

‘Jordan, let’s talk about this.’

‘I don’t want to talk to you.’

‘Jordan—’

‘You ruined my life!’ I then spit out, my voice a lot louder than intended. ‘Don’t you get that? You have fucked up my life. You took my dad and my Papa from me. The only two people I loved in the world. The only two people that cared for me.’

He doesn’t say anything. 

‘You might not relate to this, because you’re Captain America, therefore tons of people in line to befriend you, no matter what you do. But remember, I am not you. I’m a nobody. I built a damn duck in order not to be alone. So, you’ve got to leave and don’t you dare get your ass back here, unless I ask you to.’

Steve nods and without saying a word he gets out of my place. I lock the door behind him, place my hands on the door as hot tears drip over my cheeks. Painful sobs fill the place and when I’m curled up against the hard surface of the door to cry, metallic flops draw closer. 

‘Madame, I suspect you are unhappy.’

‘Geez, Mallory,’ I sniffle, ‘you’re quite the therapist. Bravo.’

‘I detect sarcasm.’

‘Bravo once again.’

Mallory does not say anything, almost like her little artificial brain is thinking. ‘I must say, I do not like this Captain America figure. Seems pretentious.’

I let out a sad little chuckle. ‘You’re probably right about that.’

‘Can I make you a hot chocolate? After last week’s update and some practice, I personally feel I can handle it.’

I place my hand on Mallory’s back. ‘I’d love that, Mallory. Thank you.’

‘You are welcome, madame.’

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[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 30: Not (Quite) Alike

During the ride home, Happy asked me a lot of questions. Some of them were expected, like how did I know Tony and how long I was Spider-Man for. Others were from left field, like if I considered him an uncle because he was dating Aunt May. While I did consider him an uncle of sorts, I made it clear that it wasn’t because he dated my aunt.

“Not going to lie to you, dude, that’s pretty creepy,” Ned commented.

“It’s not creepy!” Happy replied, clearly offended as he looked at Ned from the rearview mirror. “I’m just trying to get to know Peter… again.”

Of course, that left him open for a rather dark joke from me. “Full disclosure, Happy –I don’t have another aunt for you to court.”

“JESUS CHRIST!”

Betty looked at me with wide eyes as she tried not to laugh. “…Peter!” she choked out. “Come on!” Next to her, Ned was belly laughing.

“…I didn’t even know you had such dark humor in you,” Michelle remarked with a smirk.

“Okay, we’re staying quiet for the rest of the ride!” Happy declared before he muttered under his breath about disrespectful kids, much to my amusement.

I woke up the next morning to a text from Craig, asking me to come over for breakfast. There was a part of me that wanted to ask if I could move in with them. I decided against it. Maybe it was because of recent events, but my opinion of my apartment started to change a little bit. Don’t get me wrong, I still didn’t like my apartment. But I also didn’t NOT like it anymore. I appreciated the fact that it was a place where I could be alone with just my thoughts. Of course, that’s kind of mitigated by the fact that my thoughts were, more often than not, the last thing I wanted to be alone with. But, not everything in life is 100 percent positive across the board, right?

Still, I came over for breakfast, happy to be amongst the other X-Men

Other X-Men… it was still something I was getting used to saying.

Of course, it wasn’t all leisure. As I ate my eggs, bacon, and waffle sandwich, Scott explained what he talked to Pepper about.

“I was talking to Pepper about buildings and property Stark Industries may own in New York City,” he explained.

“How come?” I asked.

“When we get done with Scorpion and when summer rolls around we are going to be doing some recruiting.” Scott took a moment to take a sip of water. “As Craig pointed out after our coming out statement, we’re going to need more people if we’re going to be back to any semblance of how we used to operate. As expansion happens, we’re going to need a bigger, more secure place house these people, as well as our operations. Also, more than property… there is something that you being on retainer with SI opened the door for.”

I raised my eyebrows. “…And that is?”

“Basically, since you’d have access to SI tech and everything, Scott figured that SI and the X-Men can have a bit of a partnership,” Kitty clarified.

“We’d use their tech on the low for our own uses,” Craig further explained. “In exchange, we’d help Pepper deal with the more… unsavory side of corporate matters. Normally, it wouldn’t be something we’d do, especially since more than quite a few big wigs tend to be more Hammer than Stark, if you catch my drift. But, it’s Pepper. Any task she’d put us on would most likely deal with a company that needs to be put in check.” He smiled. “I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

I scoffed. “Why are you so happy about it?”

“Look man, there are people in this world who think the large amounts of money and influence they have gives them a license to do whatever they want without consequence.” Craig placed his hand against his chest as he leaned towards me. “I just tend to have the courtesy – the sense of duty, if you will – to teach them that no amount of money and influence will prevent them from facing the consequences of their actions.” He leaned back in his seat and placed his hands on the table, lacing them together by his fingers. “I like to provide that lesson free of charge.”

“A real pillar of the community, you are,” Kitty deadpanned.

“Anyway,” Scott interjected, though there was a tone of amusement in his voice. “That was pretty much the gist of it all. I don’t want to pressure you in accepting Pepper’s offer, but…”

“Don’t worry about that,” I assured. “…I’m going to accept her offer. I was going to say no, but after talking about it with MJ, I decided to say yes.”

“Why were you going to say no?” Kitty asked.

“Because, honestly, I was afraid that Pepper would expect me to be the next Iron Man. That’s part of the reason I never bothered to try to hack the high-tech suits I still have so I could still use them. However, MJ, being as protective as she is, pushed me to take the job – not only so I wouldn’t have to depend on the Daily Bugle, but so I can actually make better equipment to keep myself from getting stabbed and shot.”

At that, Kitty chuckled. “She’s right.”

“She usually is,” Craig added. “It’s a good thing you heal rather fast, because good gosh, man!”

“Hey, I haven’t been shot and stabbed in four days!” I protested.

“To be fair, I ordered you to stay home last night,” Scott pointed out.

I paused for a moment. I then went back to eating. “Still counts.”

The rest of the day went by as normal… until I stopped by Peter Pan. A bit to my surprise, neither Ned nor MJ were there. Finding it odd, I decided not to get any coffee or sweets before I headed out. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I was about to pull up the group chat before I mentally slapped myself, realizing I could just call MJ. So, I did just that. I put the phone to my ear after I dialed her number. I stopped at a street corner and waited for her to pick up. After three rings, she did.

“Hey Loser,” she greeted.

“Hey Em,” I replied. “Everything okay?”

“Define ‘okay’.” I raised my eyebrows in concern. “I take it you swung by Peter Pan.”

“As per usual.” I leaned up against the pole of the crossing signal.

“Yeah, I called out today. I'm probably going to have to work a double shift on the weekend, but I had to it. I have an upcoming exam that I’m nervous about, and I’m trying to get as much studying in as I can. I’m even going to pull an all-nighter. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. You got accepted into MIT, and you’re doing everything you can to stay the course. How can I not understand that? I’m guessing Ned and Betty are going through it as well?”

“Yup. Betty has to write a paper on the Consumer Reports Suzuki Samurai Rollover scandal. And Ned is actually coming over tomorrow so we could study together after work.” She paused for a moment. “You used to study with us, didn’t you? Like, before The Spell, right?”

“I did,” I confirmed. “Come to think of it, I think I still have my old books.”

“Do you think you can help us? We can make a whole night of it.”

“What’s the exam on?” I asked.

“Trigonometry,” she replied. I smiled. Trig and geometry are my favorite subjects in math. I was able to use those subjects to defeat Doctor Strange.

“I love Trigonometry. I actually have a better time with it than Pre-Calculus, to be honest.” I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll swing by tomorrow night.” I paused when I realized what I just said. “…Wow, that pun came out of nowhere.”

“You’re such a dork,” MJ commented as she chuckled.

“But you love me for it,” I teased.

“Yeah, whatever. I got to get back to studying. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“Any time. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, Em.”

“I love you too, Loser. Bye.”

“Bye.”

With that, I hung up the phone before I made my way home.

Once I got home, I went through my old books and pulled out my Trigonometry book, along with a notebook with the notes for the subject. I didn’t know how much help I would be to Ned and MJ. But I do know that it’s been a while since the three of us just hung out to study and do other stuff. Memories of our times together before The Spell flooded my head, and I couldn’t help but smile. Tomorrow, I decided, was going to be a great day.

But, tomorrow was tomorrow. There was still the current day. As I looked down at my books, I remembered certain details about MJ, such as how she sometimes forgets to take breaks to eat. An idea popped into my head. I decided I was going to get her food. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to get her, though. I wanted to swing by Red Hook to get her a Big E Chopped Cheese from General Ock, Booty O’s and all (and the Ocky way, of course). I was about to decide against it. I figured she’d want something more on the light side. But, if she was pulling an all-nighter, maybe something heavy could help with that? Plus, the worst thing that could happen is that she just saves it for tomorrow, right?

So, I decided to go swinging. I decided to leave my red and blue suit at home, instead going with my black quick change outfit. Probably against my better judgment, I wanted to knock on her front door to deliver the food, and since my black outfit could pass well for a civilian suit with only a couple of adjustments, I figured it’d be a great choice.

So, I swung through the city. I made sure I had a little more webbing cartridges on me than I’d usually have. It was going to be a somewhat long trip, since I’d be swinging from Manhattan, to Queens, then Brooklyn. Fortunately, Manhattan wouldn’t take that long for me to exit.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to get out of Manhattan.

I was swinging for all of five minutes until my senses went off. Underneath my mask, I gritted my teeth.

What now?

I got my answer when I heard the sound of a helicopter. I immediately broke my line and landed on all fours on the side of a building. I looked up to see The Daily Bugle chopper hovering above me. I furrowed up my eyebrows underneath my mask. If only they knew they were recording one of their own photographers. I jumped off the building swan dived towards the street before I flipped forward at the last moment and landed on all fours. I then stood up, ignoring all the bystanders that were looking on. I quickly looked around, my senses still going off as I tried to find the potential danger.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, Spider-Man,” a voice said. I quickly turned around to see Justin Hammer walking up to me. It really took all of my willpower not to level him flat with a single punch – partially because it wouldn’t be the right thing to do, but mostly because I didn’t want to give him more ammo to use against me and the other local heroes. Public Relations, folks. Isn’t it fun? “I don’t believe we’ve formally met? I’m Justin Hammer.” He brought his hands out towards me for a handshake.

“Don’t care,” I replied curtly with a growl behind my words. I surprised myself for a moment, but decided to just roll with it. “Where’s Scorpion?”

Justin withdrew his hand as he smiled. “He’s around. He’s actually chomping at the bit to take you down. But, I’m always willing to give diplomacy a shot.”

At that, I scoffed. “I’m sure you do. Nothing says diplomacy quite like breaking Frictor’s jaw and being the reason he was concussed. Is giving someone CTE a new negotiation tactic?”

“Well, son, you have to understand that there are consequences for not heeding warnings. I gave you and your friends a week to either register under The Accords or just retire, preferably the former. Of course, I didn’t anticipate your Film Noir detective-looking friend with the eye beams to make an appearance. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is, I gave you guys two ways out and you didn’t take them. So I had to act. So here I am, just wanting to know…” He brought his hands together and leaned forward. “…what must I do to get you guys to register?”

“Not a single thing, Hammer,” I replied, almost spatting my words out. A dark part of me reasoned that I could probably knock Justin Hammer out without taking a hit to my reputation. Still, I held off on doing so.

Justin nodded as he lowered his hands. He brought his right hand out and waved it towards me. “You know, I’m sensing a little hostility from you.” He lowered his hand. “I’m sure that hostility stems from some distrust you have towards me, and I understand that. But, please… hear me out.”

I didn’t want to hear him out. There was nothing he could say that would change my mind. But I decided to hear him out anyway. Walking away was only going to speed up the inevitable. Plus, with even more people stopping to look on, I didn’t want the soon to be happening brawl to possibly happen without warning.

“You have five minutes,” I growled out.

“I might need a little bit more than that, but I’ll give it a go,” Justin stated. “Spider-Man, it may not seem like it, but you and I? We’re not that much different.” I rolled my eyes. “Really, we aren’t.” He turned away and looked out towards the area. “You see, what happened at the Stark Expo wasn’t my finest moment. I wanted to surpass Tony, I’ll admit it. But in my quest to do so, I ended up putting my trust in the wrong person. And we all saw what happened.” Of course we did. We were both there. But I was a stupid kid who didn’t quite understand what was going on at the time. “You know a thing or two about trusting the wrong people, don’t you?” He turned back towards me. “After all, I bet you thought Mysterio was trustworthy, huh Night Monkey?”

“…” I didn’t respond. Not verbally, anyway – my fists balled up and I heard and felt my knuckles crack. Justin looked down at them, then back into my eyes.

“Did I touch a nerve?” he asked. He almost sounded remorseful. “I figured as such. Unfortunate name aside, Night Monkey was too good of a counterfeit of you for you two to not be the same person. And, as much as I love Jonah, we both know his reporting tends to lend itself to the… sensational.” He chuckled a bit, as if we were in on some inside joke. “Honestly, Spidey…”

“No!” I exclaimed, taking a step towards him. “You don’t get to call me that!”

Justin took a step back, chuckling nervously as he brought hands up. “Okay, okay, I get it.” He lowered his hands in a calming gesture. “Well, Spider-Man…” he lowered his arms. “I get it. You thought Mysterio was this great trustworthy hero you could rely on. I assume it turned out not to be the case. And while he’s dead because of actions that you had nothing to do with, you’re left picking up the pieces.” He used his right hand to beckon back and forth between us. “To-MAY-to, to-MAH-to. See, I’m just a man trying to do what’s right and make the best out of his second chance. And this involves making sure that people who want to be heroes understand that they must be held accountable for their actions. And The Accords are the best way for that. Think of all the benefits. You’ll be paid handsomely as a government employee. You’ll have access to much needed healthcare and other government benehits. And you’d inspire other vigilantes and other wannabe heroes to register. What more do I have to do to convince you? What more do you want?”

I took in an angry breath. “There’s not a single person on this planet, or in any universe that can get me what I want. And I’ve been coming to terms with that.” It’d actually be more accurate to say who I want. And perhaps there was one person who I knew could give her back to me. But I was done with magic. And even if Justin Hammer could bring her back, I knew Aunt May wouldn’t approve of me doing something that would be a slap in the face of my fellow X-Men just to revive her – especially if that thing involved working with Hammer.

Speaking of Hammer… he technically wasn’t wrong. We did end up putting our trust in the wrong people, and we had to deal with the consequences, such as losing our respective positions in life. But that was about where the similarities ended. I wasn’t trying to strong arm my way into the top of my field. I didn’t willingly work with someone who was a whack job. And I didn’t… well, okay, I am connected to the Daily Bugle.

Crap.

Well, the point is…

“We’re not as alike as you think we are,” I declared. “Now get Scorpion out here so I can pay him back for what he did to Frictor and I in Brooklyn.”

Justin closed his eyes, took in a breath, and shook his head. He then opened his eyes and stared at me. “Well, can’t say I didn’t try to appeal to reason,” he replied in a tone of disappointment. “…Good luck, Spider-Man. You’ll need it.”

My senses went off and I felt the ground vibrate under my feet. I took in a breath before I turned around, just in time to see the ground open up some feet in front of me.

This was going to be a long evening.

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[c-dria]

The Hydra Healer

Chapter 3: Leaving Med Bay

Warnings: Flinching, mentions of past abuse, mainly comfort, a little angst and fluff

Over the next few days, Natasha and Bucky rarely left your side. Natasha gently explained everything that was happening, what all of the machines you were hooked up to did, and she answered all of your questions kindly. Bucky was always offering you food, which was different than what you had at hydra. There, you were typically only fed through an IV, and even then, only when they wanted you at full strength, like when you were needed to heal their soldiers or other kids who they were experimenting on. Bucky seemed to understand, and he was never angry when you couldn’t handle more than a couple of bites before getting nauseous. Bruce came in a couple of times each day to run tests, asking you questions and drawing more blood cultures. Natasha made him explain everything that he was doing to you and why it was necessary, which you greatly appreciated, not daring to ask him yourself. At hydra, if you asked what the scientists were doing to you, they would beat you or gag you just to shut you up, and no matter how many times Natasha told you that you were safe here, that no one was ever going to hurt you here, you only half believed her. After all, life at hydra is all you had ever known. For your entire life, you had only ever been talked down to, called X, for experiment, to dehumanize you. You were told over and over again that you were replaceable, so you had better comply or else risk violence. You wanted so badly to believe Natasha and Bucky, because they really did seem sincere, but how is this even possible? How does any kind of life exist at all outside of the hydra base you had been imprisoned on for your whole life?

Peter and Yelena also visit your room. After almost a week, Bruce tells you that you can leave the med bay.

“Really? That’s so great, because Ned just found a copy of the original Star Wars trilogy with the director’s commentary and he and MJ are coming over for a movie night tonight and you should totally come. It’s going to be so much fun!” Peter says excitedly.

Yelena gives him a strange look. “Why wasn’t I invited, Peter Parker?”

“I honestly thought you were planning on coming already. You were there when I said we were planning this. Of course you’re invited” Peter tells her.

“What’s Star Wars?” You ask.

“Oh my god, you’ve never seen Star Wars? This is so great! They are the best movies of all time, you’ll love them. There’s light sabers and Yoda and Han Solo and Chewbacca, Chewbacca is the best, he’s a wookie.” Peter explains excitedly.

Seeing the confused look on your face, Yelena interjects “It’s just a movie that Peter Parker really likes. He’s also going to have pizza, which is probably 70% of the reason I will be going.”

“Hey! 70% just for pizza? And you’re only 30% excited about Star Wars?” Peter asks indignantly.

“No, the other 30% is because I like MJ. The movie plays zero percent in my decision to come.” Yelena corrects him, smirking.

“I guess that’s okay, MJ is pretty amazing. Y/n, MJ is my girlfriend and she’s the coolest person ever, you’ll love her. Not like I love her, but like, I mean as like a friend, you know?” Peter excitedly trills.

Yelena laughs and turns back to you. “So you’re in for Peter Parker’s movie night.” She says this decisively, leaving no room for argument.

“Mr. Bucky is coming too, y/n, he loves Star Wars almost as much as Ned and I” Peter adds.

“Yes, that sounds fun” you smile, glad that Bucky will be there when you meet Peter’s friends. Bucky enters the room then, holding a plum.

“Mr. Bucky, guess what? Bruce says y/n can leave the med bay and she’s going to come to our Star Wars movie night!” Peter tells him excitedly.

Bucky’s head snaps towards Bruce, “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes. Y/n is completely healed, physically at least. She isn’t a danger to herself or others. There’s no medical reason to keep her here.” Bruce replies.

Bucky hands you the plum, smiling widely when you don’t flinch away as his hand gets close to you.

“Um, where can I go?” You ask quietly, rolling the plum around your palm nervously. Bucky looks at Bruce and then at you.

“You can stay in my room, if you want.” He offers. You smile, beyond relieved that they aren’t kicking you out of this safe haven.

“Thank you” you say, and bite into the sweet plum gratefully.

“I have to go call MJ, I’ll see you later y/n!” Peter says excitedly.

“Wait up, I want to talk to her too, Peter Parker.” Yelena adds, following Peter out of your room.

You smile as they leave. They have been nothing but nice to you. Even Yelena, who’s sarcasm spares no one else, is always kind towards you.

“So, you’re going to the kid’s movie night?” Bucky asks, sitting down in a chair next to your bed.

“Yeah, he said it’s about a wookie? I’m not sure, but he wants me to meet Ned and MJ, and he said you’re going too, right?” You ask.

“Yes doll, I’ll be there. I love the Star Wars movies. And Ned is great. It will be fun,” Bucky says, gently laying his hand on your knee. This has become normal. Bucky always makes sure to be touching you, always exceedingly gently, and slowly, so as to not make you flinch away from him. He knows how important it is for you to be shown, and not just told, that touches can be gentle and kind. Because like him, you spent over 70 years only knowing cruel touches, beatings, and pain. And it’s one thing to hear the words, to be told that you’re safe now, and another thing to actually be shown those gentle touches. When he was first liberated from hydra, he too flinched away from people reaching out towards him, convinced they were going to hit him. And it was Steve, who would put his hand gently on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve who would kindly rest his open hand on Bucky’s arm, proving again and again that not all touches needed to cause pain. And that helped Bucky more than everyone just saying that he was safe and that they wouldn’t hit him, so he wanted to help you the same way that Steve had helped him. So he made sure to be constantly reassuring you, physically, that everything was okay. Whether that was by holding your hand, or placing his hand on your shoulder, or your leg, or putting his arm around your waist to gently guide you where you wanted to go, he was always touching you kindly, gently. You still flinched away from him at least half of the times he reached for you, but that was significantly less than how much you flinched away from everyone else. Except for Natasha, and maybe Peter and Yelena, you were still downright terrified of everyone else. Bucky took great pride in the fact that you weren’t nearly as afraid of him as you had been when you first saw him on the jet the first day you had been freed from hydra. It was helping him to know that he was helping you.

#bucky barnes #fanfic #flinching #peter parker #yelena belova #comfort

[asa-do-your-thing]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

I'm almost a month behind, whoopsies!

So I have been reading full fics on AO3 lately (easier to navigate). Don't judge my weird taste but I can promise you that they are fire!

I've put them under a cut because I've also added the summaries if you want to go and check them out.

"Fire, Blood and a Strong Seed"

Harwin Strong was very aware of his parentage. His father, Lyonel had worked very hard to erase the stain the name Strong had left behind by some of Harwin's not so distant ancestors.

But, that was only half of Harwin's parentage.

The other half, his mother, was anything but straight forward.

“Harwin, we are the blood of the First Men, and those men, my sweet boy, they could do many things. They could speak to animals with their minds, become one with them, and they were strong. But some of them, like in my family, had the gift of travelling,” she'd whisper at night when she tucked Harwin in.

She smiled, bright and wide, her blue eyes the same shade as Harwin's sparkled. “Yes, travelling, through time. Always forward though, most never come back. Members of our family disappear, lost to history,” she leaned in closer, “the secret is fire and blood, Harwin. And a strong seed,” she said as she stroked his cheek. “You must remember that.”

Harwin Strong was about to travel through time. And when he does, the consequences will echo throughout Targaryen history.

"Frying Pan to Fire"

Sansa escapes King's Landing during the bread riots but ends up captured and brought to Harrenhal where she is reunited with Arya. She catches the eye of first Ser Gregor then Lord Lannister. Through a misunderstanding, Tywin believes Sansa is a whore. To protect her real identity, she goes along with it.

Thrice-Wanted

Upon the flowering of some young girls came the names of her Gods-provided soul mates. Most came with one, sometimes two.

But not Ned Stark's daughter.

No, Sansa's neck held three names, each one worse than the last. The names of Stannis Baratheon, Roose Bolton and Tywin Lannister.

THIS ONE PLEASE WRITER WHEREVER WHOEVER YOU ARE CONTINUE IT IT IS SO GODDAMN GOOD

(i wont be tagging yall seeing as you've done this already, although anyone wiling to do it is willing to join)

#asas fic recs #asa answers #i love my moots

[ptergwen]

bit of an angsty one since its how i felt 2day, patching peter up and ur just talking about whatever comes to mind and u ask him if ur love for him is good enough </3 maybe a fluffy ending cuz i cant handle more heartbreak alfjskfjdk

w/c: 0.9k

warnings: swearing, brief descriptions of injuries, and angst

a/n: omg i haven’t written angst in so long it felt good to get back to my roots lmfhjshd i set this during nwh so i hope that’s okay and i hope u enjoy <3

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“holy shit, y/n! that stings!” peter hisses as you wipe down a cut on his shoulder. “gimme a warning next time, babe.”

he just returned to the undercroft from his battle with max dillion and flint marko. or, as they’re calling themselves, electro and sandman. it’s needless to say that in the process of capturing them as per doctor strange’s orders, peter got a bit banged up.

you’re tending to his wounds while ned and mj entertain the multiversal trespassers you’ve caught so far. the three of you are here to help peter get the job done.

at least, you’re trying to.

“sorry, baby. gotta get this clean,” you offer an apologetic smile and squeeze peter’s thigh. “yeah, i know. i know. it’s okay,” peter reassures you, returning your smile.

he’s sitting on a box of cleaning supplies with you kneeling in front of him. his suit is peeled down to expose his arms, which are where most of his gashes reside. there are also a few scattered across his chest, one on his abdomen.

peter’s opponents sure put up a fight.

“those two did quite the number on you, huh?” you ask, stroking your thumb along peter’s thigh soothingly. peter lets out a breathy laugh. “max, mostly. marko was actually on my side… until he wasn’t,” peter recounts, his nose scrunching. “i’m not too sure what happened,” he admits. “us neither. we wanted to watch, but the facetime got disconnected,” you murmur.

peter had taped his phone to his suit so you, ned, and mj could see what was going on. you were supposed to guide him through the darkness of the woods where he’d fought. unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned.

if it did, maybe peter wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

your smile fades to a frown at the thought. you hold your hand out for another wipe, peter placing it in your palm. you slide your other hand up to rest against his bare chest.

“here’s your warning,” you speak quietly, beginning to disinfect peter’s arm. “thanks,” peter winces, lips pressing into a tight smile.

he searches for your eyes, but you avoid his gaze.

“how many more do you have to catch?” you wonder. “of them?” peter nods in the direction of the multiverse men. “just one more. we’re almost done, i promise,” he sighs out. his fingers thread through yours, lips pressing to your fingertips. “then we can put this whole thing behind us,” he mumbles.

your eyes finally flick over to peter’s puppy ones, his face lighting up. you grab a bandaid and unwrap it, peter linking his pinkie with yours.

“thanks again for all your help, y/n/n. i appreciate it,” peter grins down at you. “i appreciate you, and i love you,” he hums.

you don’t say anything. you only stick the bandage onto the cut on peter’s shoulder, then reach to get another.

peter takes your hand in his before you can.

“y/n? i love you,” he repeats, brows knitting together. “you know that, right?”

tears instantly well in your eyes, your head shaking in response. you look away from peter, ashamed of yourself and of how tonight went.

“peter, i…” your voice cracks. “i feel like i’m not doing enough. i’m not doing enough for you,” you whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek. peter cocks his head to the side in confusion. “what’re you talking about, angel? that’s not true,” he corrects.

“yes, it is! c’mon, pete,” you laugh in disbelief. “i sat here on my ass all night while you were out saving the world,” you sniffle, glancing up at peter through watery eyes. peter’s features soften. “and now you’re hurt because of it. i’m so sorry, peter. i… i let you down,” you whimper.

“hey,” peter’s voice comes out deeper. he tilts your chin up towards him. “trust me when i tell you, it’s not your fault. you did what you could,” he vows. “and it still wasn’t enough,” you add on.

“stop saying that, y/n. please,” peter begs, grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger. “you dropped everything to be here, you tracked down a bunch of those multiverse dudes,” he lists off. “you’re taking care of me right now.”

peter gives you a small smile. you close your eyes as more tears escape them.

“you’ve done more than enough, okay?” he coos. “c’mere, come sit with me.”

he scoots over on the cardboard box, patting the spot next to him. you inhale an uneven breath as you haul yourself up to your feet. you plop down beside peter, knuckles digging into your eyes to dry yours tears. peter gently pushes your hands away and uses his own, his thumbs dabbing at your damp skin.

“i do know you love me, peter. i love you, too,” you rasp. “sometimes i just worry it’s not…” you trail off. “enough?” peter finishes for you. you crack the tiniest smile. “yeah. not enough,” you echo him. “well, it is. love is everything,” he affirms, planting a light kiss on your chin. “your love is everything,” he decides.

“i love you so much, baby,” you nestle your face into peter’s chest. his skin feels warm on yours. “sorry your life got so fucked up… with the multiverse and everything,” you say against him. you feel his chest vibrate with a low chuckle. “mm, i love you. it was fucked up way before that, though,” peter challenges. “fair enough,” you grin.

you retrieve the bandaid you were grabbing earlier, covering one of the gashes on peter’s chest with it. you kiss the bandaid, then peek up at peter. once again, you’re met with his puppy eyes.

“what about the others?” he questions, feigning innocence. “could you kiss those better, too?”

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