#I want to see Peter having a mundane life and being happy okay????

[beaststhattalk]

The main reason I wish the Narnia movies went on is so I could see Peter Pevensie growing into an adult. This kid was forced to grow up so fast; he had to fight for survival and lead an army when he was just a teenager. Seeing him actually come into his own and make a life for himself would be so rewarding. Watching this guy pick a major that he likes, discuss career options he might like with his dad, use the family car to visit friends on the weekends...it’s required for my mental health, okay?

None of this to say that these are the only things that constitute a “normal life.” There’s no shame in not doing secondary education and/or not having a career plan! I'm just thinking about Book!Peter being a nerd and studying for exams at Professor Kirke's...I want to see him fall in love with some niche humanities progam, no matter how many people tell him could do more in other fields!! I want to see Peter study medieval theology and dabble in Latin and Ancient Greek...I want to see him ramble about his projects on walks with his friends...I want to see him get published in some obscure journal, to which Lucy responds by throwing a whole party.

Really, I just want to see Peter pursue his dreams

#I want to see Peter having a mundane life and being happy okay???? #pyra speaks #peter appreciation post #peter pevensie #headcanons #narnia #tcon #books #lww #the chronicles of narnia #high king peter #peter the magnificent

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Do you have more hcs? They pretty fun to read!!!

Yay! Hi, anon! I have sooo many PeFel headcanons it's a bit ridculous, but here are some (mostly) romantic ones!

Peter Parker x Felicia Hardy Headcanons (Pt 2!)

GIF by sbidey

Unbeknownst to both of them in the beginning, the hardest thing for the both of them was opening up.

Peter would never admit it, but a part of him was terrified that the closer Felicia got to him, the more she'd be disappointed. Felicia loves Spider-Man. Spider-man and Black Cat are spiritual soulmates. He felt like he had so much to live up to. He just had no idea if that would translate to Peter Parker and her.

Peter lives in a studio. His pantry is mostly empty and his rent is overdue. He has a job that kicks his ass and luck that throws salt in the wound. He's not exactly who you'd think is behind the Spider-man mask.

Felicia doesn't care about any of that. Meanwhile, she's more worried that for her, the seperation between 'Hero' and 'Civilian' is not that clean-cut. She's not like Peter. To her, Black Cat and Felicia Hardy are one in the same - she'll rob you in an evening gown or a cat suit. She can't 'turn off' being Black Cat the way he can 'turn off' being Spidey.

So Peter is terrified that Felicia won't have much interest in his hectic, mundane life. Felicia is scared that Peter will be disappointed that there isn't some other, mundane life she's hiding.

It comes to the happy medium because that means that from very early on, Felicia is very happy to take an interest in Peter's life. So much so that it almost takes him by surprise.

Felicia is charasmatic as hell. She hangs with MJ all the time. Miles thinks she's a blast, Harry and her are like best friends. And above all else, Aunt May adores her. Sure, she thinks Felicia is a handful, but she adores her. Both of their fears were completely unfounded.

Felicia ends up saying 'I love you' first.

It completely catches Peter off guard and he kinds of stammers over his words, and within seconds she immediately backtracks. She takes his hesitation as rejection, and just completely plays it off. She meant it, but a big part of Felicia is terrified that he just wouldn't say it back, and that he was into her but not that into her. Peter is sidelined, and pretty bummed about it, but this is Cat we're talking about, and he's use to their back and forth.

A couple weeks later Peter decides to say 'I love you' first, and Felicia feels so much relief she just kind of throws herself in his arms.

Now they both claim to have said 'I love you' first.

They have pretty heated debates. Not arguments, debates.

Peter and Felicia have always had very different views on crimes and morals and exactly where the line is. As they date and start working as a unit more super-hero wise, I think they'd talk a lot about crime and the news and justice.

Peter sees stopping bank robbers as justice, Felicia doesn't. Felicia sees robbing or humiliating a corrupt politician as justice, Peter begs to differ. Their talks can get heated, but less like in an argument kinda way, and more in a 'foreplay' kinda way.

Though, other times it can make things a bit tense. Especially the more they work together. Most times their views are complimentary, but sometimes not. For example: Black Cat hates the police. Her job is to outsmart them and outmanuver them. She'll refuse to work with them at all costs. Meanwhile, Peter is no stranger being a bit buddy-buddy with the boys in blue.

Peter learned how to cook for Felicia. And he's damn good at it.

Peter's the kind of guy whose okay living entirely on pizza and take-out. Hell, half the time he'll forget to eat if he's running around like he usually is. But he knows Felicia like's fancy stuff. And he really wants to impress her.

He starts learning dishes he can't even pronounce. French entrees, Swiss deserts. At one point, he even starts trying out cocktails.

Miles teaches him how to make arroz con pollo. He even asks Miles for his mom's recipes too.

Felicia is a woman of expensive taste, and what's more fancy and expensive than fashion and food? If Peter can't buy her the latest clothes, he can at least make her a killer croquembouche.

Her favorite is his creme brulee and lobster tails.

Them dating takes their super-hero thing to another level.

And at first, Peter isn't sure how he feels about it.

That's one of the weird things about dating Black Cat. It's not like Spider-man. Being The Black Cat is Felicia's full-time job. Peter became Spider-man when get got bit. Felicia's been the Black Cat since the day she was born.

The closer they get, the more they start to collaborate. Their hero styles are polar opposites, yet they work together well.

Felicia's a planner. Peter isn't. He get's the call, he starts swinging, he kicks ass and prays no one gets hurt. Unless it's a huge scale threat, Peter doesn't really plan.

Felicia however is a meticulous planner. It comes with the job. She's use to scheming, pouring over building blueprints, paying bribes and doing the research. She's about that efficiency.

They start planning a lot more. Like half of their apartment is superhero shit and planning and photos Peter has taken of evidence. Peter's science experiments, new developments for webbing, new upgrades for their suits, you name it.

Their response time to crime gets better by the year. Occassionally, MJ plays Oracle for them (ala Batman) when her journalism job allows it.

They start doing things Peter hadn't thought of before, like nailing down concrete patrolling schedules, having communicators to talk to each other, or having safehouses.

Rapidfire Headcanons

Their favorite date spot is atop the Brooklyn Bridge. Pe's from the Queens-Brooklyn area, and Fe's lived most of her adult life in Manhattan. The Bridge is big, private, and a perfect view of the places they grew up. So whether it's for a date or a meet-up, they meet there.

Felicia and Peter have two anniversaries. If you ask when their anniversary is, Felicia will tell you the date they started dating as heros. If you ask Peter, he'll say the day they started dating as civilians. They celebrate on both dates.

Felicia loves making Peter use his powers. She'll often toss things his way and yell 'Catch!', knowing he'll catch it. Or trying to hide behind things and going 'Boo!', knowing he'll just say "I knew you were there."

Peter will crawl on walls and ceilings or use webbing on things, because no matter how long they've been together, he knows it makes her smile.

Felicia, Harry, and MJ get their nails done together every week or so. It's their gossip time.

Peter was always really curious about this, but he waits until he moved in with Felicia to ask if she bleaches her hair. Her immediate answer is 'What?'

Felicia is really into pole fitness. Peter is really into the fact that Felicia is really into pole fitness.

The two of them are the bane of Tony Stark's existence. Felicia loves harrassing him for stuff and Peter gets himself into death-defying situations on the weekly.

The two of them are always on Tony's radar one way or another. They're the source of his gray hair. He'd block Felicia's number, but she'd just call on Peter's phone anyway.

Anndd that's all I have in me now lol

Sorry this took so long, the ADHD kicked in but I have another headcanon post in drafts of things that came up in this that I got carried away with! I'll probably post that soon

Thanks again for asking this, I really enjoy doing this!

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Five. "You guys gossip about boys without me?"

warnings: swearing, mentions of emotional abusive/manipulation word count: 3.2k (not including pictures)

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Y/n dropped her phone on the bed and slowly rolled off and onto the ground with a soft THUD. She grunted, falling harder than she expected but the dull pain now present in her right shoulder felt deserved somehow. Why did she think she deserved it? Maybe because she was an unconfrontational worm even when the person needed to be confronted because he hurt her more than anyone ever had.

She closed her eyes and wiggled to get comfortable on the thin carpet in her room. Laying on the ground was relaxing to her, forcing her gamer back to straighten to how it was intended. It helped her think, being on the floor. She didn't know why but she didn't question it. Just laid on the floor in acceptance with the dirt and forgotten candy wrappers.

Why didn't she want to respond to Peter? Well, years of being with him and even the months of not being with him had taught her that her ex liked to get his way and liked to take his anger out in her verbally when he didn't.

You could say she's heard some terrible things over very simple inconveniences.

Y/n slowly pattered to her desk and slid on her headphones, finding the discord server Dream said he and George were on. It was a server that a lot of their friends were in, one that Y/n hardly went in since she still hadn't met a lot of them and wasn't super comfortable with talking in it yet.

She scrolled through the various text chats, one for boredom, one for stream questions, one for memes, one for pictures of pets, one for.... discussing the inevitable takeover of rats...? Y/n wasn't sure what that was about but she knew she didn't want to find out. The list went on. She was pretty sure they had made a channel for every possible message someone could ever send.

There were equally as many voice channels, most of them titled with the names of different games for when they only played with each other and didn't stream. Some of them were just random names and she noticed there was one to match the rat takeover text channel. Okay, who was responsible for that?

After what felt like an entire scavenger hunt and with many new questions in her mind, Y/n finally found the voice channel Dream and George were in and clicked on it. It was called memerz-only.

"I'm not a memer, am I allowed in here?" she asked. She hadn't realized how messed up her voice was since she hadn't talked all day.

"Holy shit, Bug, you sound awful."

She scoffed a laugh. "Thanks, Dream. Really means a lot." She did sound pretty scuffed. Her voice was a little scratchy from not talking literally all day.

"You doing okay, Bugsy?" George asked kindly, to which she hummed.

“I just have one quick question...”

“Mhm?”

“This is simple, please don’t elaborate further. There’s a channel on this server... did you guys mean rat as in BadBoyHalo’s dog or rats as in rats?”

Neither of them spoke for a minute before George understood what she was referring to. “Oh! Rats as in rats.”

“Okay, thank you.” 

“Yeah, Quackity—“

“No!” she interupted. “No! I said I don’t wanna know. I really don’t. I’m too afraid to understand.”

“Wha- HA, okay.”

“Good choice, Bugsy. I wish I didn’t know what it’s about. It’s a lot weirder than you’d think.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Dream said with a laugh. “How are you doing, Bug?”

"Neither of you are streaming, right?" she asked, doubling checking the twitch app on her phone to be sure.

"No."

"So I don't have to pretend to be happy and bubbly?"

"No, you can be as mundane as you'd like," Dream said. "We don't mind."

"Yeah, honestly, most of the time when Dream and I are on calls alone it's just us being super boring and hardly talking."

"That's..." she paused to find the right words and decided with, "actually really cute. You guys just enjoy each other's presence."

George scoffed and Dream giggled. "See, even Bug says we're cute, Georgie! Why can you tell me you love me?"

"I'll leave right now if you don't stop," George threatened. "Can we go back to how Bugsy's miserable?"

"I'm not miserable, I just..." she hesitated. She had already told George about why she was having a bad day, but Dream?

She didn't want to tell Karl because she knew he would yell at her. She didn't want to tell Sapnap because she didn't trust him not to tell everyone (on accident, of course). For some reason, it was a different kind of hesitation than with the others that made her not want to tell Dream. She didn't want to tell him because she didn't want to be... embarrassed? Maybe that was it. She thought it would be embarrassing to tell Dream about how her ex-boyfriend treated her like shit and how now he wants to get back together with her. Plus, she knew how everyone else individually would react but Dream was a complete mystery. Maybe he'd yell at her too and say she's stupid for being affected by an ex. Maybe he'd break down crying for some reason? Who knows?

"You don't have to tell us," Dream stated. "Seriously."

"It's embarrassing," she said, tucking her feet beneath her on her seat. As she said the words, she decided they felt right. She was embarrassed. "But George already knows."

Above everyone else, Y/n was okay with telling George about her situation because he and her tended to talk about their troublesome relationships quite often. He always came to her for advice and she to him. They were very similar in their ways of thinking and seemed to have lots of similar dating stories, even if neither of them knew what the hell they were doing. She knew he'd never judge her for thinking unclearly since he tended to do the same.

George hummed, not knowing what to say since she hadn't said much. She could tell he didn't wanna say something that might make Dream more nosey and start hounding her about telling him.

"What hap—never mind. Not my business," Dream said quickly.

"No, I mean, I kinda wanted to talk to George about it again anyway so I guess you can join in on the gossip." Guess my mouth decided for me on this one, she thought.

"Wait, what? You guys gossip about boys without me?"

"Oh my gosh, don't say it like that, Dream," George groaned. "Bugsy and I talk about relationship problems a lot, yes. Not just boys."

"How did I not know this?"

"Because you don't know a lot of things?"

"It's normally George sending screenshots of text conversations with girls and asking me how to let them down gently," Y/n explained with a giggle.

"Or Y/n talking about her asshole ex."

"George! What do you and Karl not get about not calling him names?"

"I'm so lost," Dream mumbled.

Y/n sighed. "Okay, well," she cut herself off with a groan. "It's so embarrassing. Basically, my ex asked me to 'chat' this morning which is code for he wants to get back together—"

"Do you know that for sure?" Dream asked.

"Yeah, we already decided that," George snapped. "Let her finish."

"Sorry."

"So he wants to get back together and I feel stupid for wanting to listen to what he has to say."

"How is that embarrassing?"

"Because he hurt me and I feel like an idiot because him even suggesting that means he doesn't realize how badly he hurt me. It makes me feel like, I don't know, like all the time I spent being upset was for nothing," Y/n explained in a soft voice. "And because his simple, like, five word text made me freak out all day to the point of exhaustion."

"I don't think you should be embarrassed, Bugsy," George offered.

"Have either of you, uh, have you ever considered dating an ex?"

"Didn't you just say he hurt you badly?" Dream asked. "You aren't thinking of getting back with him, are you?"

"No... but I want to stay friends so maybe I should hear him out?"

"Well, I've never gotten back with an ex," he said bluntly. "But to be fair, all my relationships have ended badly or for bad reasons so I've never wanted to see any of them again. Staying friends depends on why you and he broke up, I guess, but..."

"Um, how do I put this..." she trailed off. "He was mean to me."

"Then no? Simple."

"But I've forgiven him and I think he's changed."

"People don't change that easily. Didn't you break up like, a few months ago?" George asked.

"Yeah, but—"

"Honestly I think if a guy was ever mean to you he doesn't deserve any more of your attention," Dream decided. "So, no. Don't even be his friend. Don't listen to a single thing he has to say."

"That's what I told her," George agreed.

"If that were the case, you guys shouldn't be friends," she argued. "You're mean to each other all the time."

"But we know it's a joke," George defended.

"So you're saying if someone is ever purposefully mean to you just once, you drop them forever?"

"Well, no," Dream said. "Not exactly. But it sounds like he was super mean to you since it's why you broke up."

She took a deep breath. She didn't want to go into detail. She was already uncomfortable enough talking about her personal life so much, but she trusted both of them and needed to get it off her chest and they were there and willing to listen. They had already established wanting to listen to her if she wanted to speak and right now, she wanted to speak. Maybe not the full story, but at least some. "He, um, well, the mean things he said, he said because he was trying to get me to see what he thought was the truth about myself."

Both of them were silent for a few moments. "I'm still confused," George admitted.

"Me too... But you don't have to tell us." Dream explained again. She thought it was sweet that they kept reassuring her that.

"I know, but I want to. If it's not too much for you guys..."

"No, go ahead, if you want."

"Uh, he lowkey emotionally manipulated me by telling me I wasn't good enough for anyone and stuff and how he was the only one who could ever love me. The second part he said truly believing that he was being romantic. There are a lot worse and specific things engraved in my brain but that's the gist of what he would tell me. He made me believe that I could never leave him because I could never be loved by anyone else. But he said it all in a way that... he thought he was just... letting me in on something no one else had the guts to tell me."

George gasped. "What?! Bugsy, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was like that."

"Woah, what the hell? No. Absolutely not. Don't give this guy a second thought. Cut him off for good," Dream said sternly, angry that anyone would say that to anyone, especially to someone like Y/n. "Wait, so, you broke up with him?"

"Yeah. After Karl yelled at me a lot and explained his outside point of view, I finally realized Peter was gaslighting me and emotionally abusing me and stuff so I dumped him. I guess right now I'm just upset by it because I thought we were past this and I was healing and him reaching out affected me again. I'm just emotionally exhausted. Like I said, it hurts to know that he doesn't realize what he did to me."

"I'm really sorry, Bug," Dream said softly. "Gimme his address and I'll punch him for you."

She laughed through her nose. "That's okay. Thanks."

"Yeah, she can go set his house on fire if she wants. She's proven that already."

"Shut up, George," she said with a small laugh.

"Wh......at?" Dream stuttered and George briefly explained.

"Well, Bug, just so you know, in case you weren't aware, you're really cool and sweet and funny and we really like having you around–" Dream started.

"Oh, ugh, no don't do this," she tried to joke but he ignored her as he continued his speech.

"–and you're way too good to be hanging out with either of us, and whatever that asshole was showing you wasn't love. 'No one could love you like he did' because what he was doing was not love, it was abuse." Dream's voice had a certain gentleness to it as he spoke that comforted Y/n and made her believe him. He was blunt but it didn't stab her in the heart like it should have.

If Y/n ever cried, she might have just then from how sweet they were both being. But she didn't because that wasn't something she did. She never cried over anything Peter said, never cried during movies, and didn't cry then. But she did smile very fondly at the Discord screen in front of her.

"Thank you, Dream."

"You know I'm not good with words, but, yeah, what Dream said," George said. "I'm sorry you had to go through that thinking it was normal. Please, please, do not get back together with him and please don't be friends with him."

"He's fine as a friend though."

"Bug. Whether he's fine as a friend doesn't matter, he doesn't deserve to have you as a friend. He treated you like shit, it's okay to be a little cold to him."

She sighed. They were right. "Okay." There was a long pause before, "thanks, guys. Sorry for coming in here and dumping my problems on you—"

"Don't be sorry," George said. "We're the ones that asked you to come in and share. We knew what we signed up for and don't regret it."

"Seriously, Bug, we care about you. You're allowed to, you know, talk about yourself." How did he know that's what she meant by that sentence? The way he could read her mind was heart-warming.

"Also, George knows this but Dream, there's a strict no-telling policy about this kinda thing. Please don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't even think of it," he promised. "My lips are sealed."

"Good."

A soft animal noise came from one of their mics and Y/n strained her ears to listen. "Was that a cat?"

"Patches has entered the chat," George joked.

Dream chuckled. "Yeah, my cat just jumped on my lap."

"Aw, you have a cat? Lemme see lemme see lemme see!" Y/n begged. "Partly because I would love if we could stop talking about my ex-boyfriend and the other part because I love cats."

"There's pictures of her in the pets channel on Discord—"

"No, no I want a picture of her on your lap. Is she all snuggled up?"

"Yeah, she is."

"PleASE, Dream. I need to see the snuggly cat."

"Fine, fine, if you insist. Give me a second."

A few moments later, she got a DM from Dream and smiled at the picture. His room was dark but the computer screen cast a cold glow over a ball of fur on a lap clad in sweatpants. "Awww, she's so cute."

"Dream, I wanna see it too," George whined. "Send it to the pets channel."

"I'm literally making this my lock screen," Y/n informed, making Dream laugh.

"No, George, it's only for Bug. She's had a bad day so she gets exclusive Patches content."

"What? That is so messed up."

"You know what's messed up, George?" Dream asked. "You never come to me with advice on how to reject girls. We're on the phone for 12 hours a day but you can't talk to me about girls? Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"You'll just make fun of me."

"Why would I? What makes you think that?"

"Because Sapnap and I make fun of you? So obviously you and him would make fun of me?" George said with a laugh.

"....that's fair."

Y/n locked her phone and clicked the home button to admire her new lock screen. "I love her," she whispered.

Dream and George both laughed. "I'm regretting sending you that. You're gonna, like, make a shrine or something."

"What would be wrong with that? She's precious. She deserves a shrine."

"Yeah, Dream, you're the one that feeds her gormet cooked food," George teased with a laugh. "You probably have a shrine."

"That's normal! That's what people feed their cats! That's completely normal!"

"I don't," George countered.

"Then what do you feed your cat?" Dream asked.

"I dunno, normal cat food?"

"Wait! You have a cat too??" Y/n asked. "I feel like we're missing a huge detail and it's that George never told me he had a cat."

"And a dog."

"WHAT? GEORGE! Send me pictures!!!!!"

"I can't right now, it's like three am. They're sleeping. Look in the pets channel."

"You're the worst," she grumbled, clicking and scrolling to find his pets. She saw a lot of cute pictures of other peoples pets along the way but couldn't find George's.

"Hey, do your animals have English accents?" Dream asked, making Y/n laugh.

"What?" George scoffed. "You're so stupid."

"How would that even sound?" Y/n asked.

"Like..." Dream thought, preparing to test out how it would hypothetically sound. "Meow," Dream meowed in his best accent, failing miserable.

"Oh gosh, never do that again," Y/n begged.

Dream laughed into his mic. "That was disgusting. George, I really hope your pets don't have accents."

"They're animals, so probably not. And if they did, it definitely wouldn't sound like whatever that was."

"Oh come on–"

"OH I FOUND THEM." Y/n announced as she found a message from George in the pets channel with the message 'heard we're sharing our pets'. "GEORGE. THEY'RE SO CUTE."

"Are you gonna make them your background picture now?" George asked.

"What, no way! It's Patches!" Dream scoffed.

"Yeah, I'll make George's pets my home screen. Oh, what a good day." As soon as she said it, a metal bowling ball fell to her stomach, reminding her of all the reasons it was, in fact, not a good day.

She got off after a while, feeling the weight of a particular idiot man's stupid simple text catch up with her again. She thanked Dream and George for letting her join, they invited her to always hang out with them, and she went on her way.

Y/n fell on her bed and curled up under the covers as her mind started to wander from Peter to Dream. She was really glad she met him. He was a really good person and he was always so incredibly kind to her. George and Sapnap and Karl were all great friends, so caring and understanding and always looking out for her, but Dream was different and she didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he seemed untouchable still, like he had no reason to hang out around someone like her. But he wasn't untouchable in the celebrity was since he had a large following, because all of her friends did and they didn't seem untouchable. Then what was it? What set him apart from, say, Karl? She trusted Karl with her life and had known him for quite a while. She knew Dream for maybe a few weeks and almost trusted him the same amount.

Why?

She picked her phone up off the bed and pulled up Twitter, deciding to DM Dream since he was already existing in her mind rent-free. Might as well make him pay his rent by bothering him.

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[wolfish-trickster]

💞Lovely Valentine💞

Peter Maximoff x female!reader

Word count: 1735 (way longer than I expected)

Summary: You didn't like this time of year. Until one cheeky speedster changes your mind.

A/N: you're X-Men (congrats!), your mutation isn't mentioned, so it can be anything. Let your imagination go wild!

And another too cheesy, too love dovey, too dumb movie appiered in TV. You rolled your eyes and turned it off. You felt a light breeze caress your hair.

"Why did you turn it off?" a familiar voice sounded from beside you.

"What? Did you want to watch something discustingly romantic?" you asked with a mocking tone.

Peter only laughed. "Yeah actually. Maybe you never noticed, but I'm hopeless romantic," he leaned into you holding a hand to his heart.

You felt your cheeks getting 2 degrees hotter as you felt his head on your shoulder.

"Yeah, no. You're not. You always gag whenever you hear a cheesy pick up line!"

"But only because they're dumb, mine are much better! Wanna hear?"

As much as you wanted to say yes, you declined. He didn't need to know how you felt about him.

"Alright, whatever," he looked away from you. Your mind must've played a trick on you, because he looked quite dissapointed to you.

In a blink of an eye he was gone. You just shrugged, not the first time somebody left you alone. Especially on a day like this.

~

'Pull yourself together Maximoff, you're such a lad with women around you and you can't even make your crush go out with you? You're losing your charm man.'

Peter was sitting at the top of Xavier's mansion. His leg was bouncing from pure nervousness. He must come up with something more than just a pick up line. Flowers? Chocolate? Plushie? Jewelry? He can steal all of that, that's not the problem. The problem is making you interested.

He's known you for quite some time, and he knows you don't really like Valentine's. All of those 'happy' couples making heart eyes at eachother the whole day annoy him too, but you are on a whole another level. He doesn't even know the real reason behind your hatred for this holiday. He must find out.

But first...

~

You decided to go to your room. Kitty Pride, your roomate, went out with someone, like 50% of the school, so you had the whole room just for you (finally). You were building a house from cards listening to some old tapes Peter gave you when the silver haired bastard ran into your room, knocking all cards to the ground.

"Really? Couldn't you just walk in like evrybody else? I suppose not," you started picking up your cards.

"No, I can't. I had to hurry, ya know?" he bent down to pick up those which fell from your table to the ground and gave them to you, making sure your hands brushed each other.

"And why?"

"To spend more time with you, why else?"

You rolled your eyes, but secretely, you were touched. "You could be doing hundred and one things, or stealing hundred and one things. Why spending time with me?"

He shrugged his shoulders. In a blink of an eye he was on your bed, your headphones on his head as he rolled your walkman in his hands.

"Do you ever NOT use the lightning speed for mundane things? How about walking? You may heard of it," you pulled the headphones from his head.

"It's cooler this way. Hey listen, I came here to ask you something. Why do you hate Valentine's so much? I mean, we've known eachother for a long time and you always lock yourself away from everyone."

It suddenly became very hard to look at him. You never told anyone, no one ever asked. Or cared enough to notice how you always disappear when a couple walks into a room, or how you try to desperately avoid any romantic movie on TV. It made your heart flutter that Peter noticed these things about you.

"I don't know. Probably the cheap things people do on Valentine's. Flowers being the stupidiest. They are all cut and binded with a glittery bow, leaving mess behind for mostly a week and then those lovely roses die. Very romantic. Or the fact that everyone suddenly feels the need to show their undying love to a person they met a month ago. Or the cuddling under a warm blanket. Or having someone to trust with your life. Or someone who will stay by your side and hold your hand against all odds. Or someone who doesn't abandon you," you started to trail off. You were touch starved, kiss deprived, lonely.

Many times you hugged a pillow to your chest wishing it was a human being. Many times you filled a glove with rice, heated it and held it as if it was the real deal. You even planned on buying this big pillow in the shape of a human to cuddle to at night.

This soft vulnerable side was only for you. No one else needed to know the big badass Y/N was romantic at heart. So you pretended to hate the holiday while you secretely read all those disgustingly sweet romance novels and watched cheesy romcoms, imagining it would someday happen to you. Find love with somebody.

Such a shame that somebody you wanted it with was in this room with you, probably ready do mock you for revealing your soft side.

Your eyes were still focused on carpet as you felt Peter sit up besides you on the bed and gently put his hand on your knee. "If it makes you happy, I will never abandon such a great girl like you. I can spend this day with you. And I don't accept any 'I feel better alone' bulshit you tell everyone."

A gentle chuckle escaped you. "Okay, alright. You can stay here. But no speeding!"

Peter rolled his eyes. "As you wish. I wanted to take you somewhere far away from here and show you something, but since you said no speeding," he trailed off teasingly.

"What? Where. Okay, speeding ban is down, take me there please!"

"Hold on tight," he said as he held the back of your head.

Few moments later you found yourself on top of a giant copper building. The view consisted of a classical square with not so many people and a long river snaking between houses in a deep canal. You looked over the railing and found out you weren't just on any building. You were on a top of the Eiffel Tower!

A cough from behind you brought you back to reality. You turned around and nearly died. Peter stood there, his usual band t-shirt, silver jacket and jeans were replaced by a white loose dress shirt and black trousers. His silver hair was still a mess but that's what you loved about him the most, so you didn't complain.

"Appreciate while you can, you'll see me like this only at somebody's funeral," he said jokingly.

You chuckled. "Can I at least take a picture? Pwetty pwease?" you did your best baby voice to convince him to say yes.

"Only if it's a selfie."

"Deal," you fished out your phone from your back pocket and srood next to his side. His arm hugged you to him by your shoulders. As you pushed the button you felt a soft preassure on your cheek for a short while. Did he just pecked you on a cheek? In his faster than light speed?

You checked the selfie and sure enough, there it was. You smiling, him leaning down, kissing your cheek in a slight blur. In the reflection of your screen you saw him with an almost soft smile.

"Why would you do that?" you asked gesturing to the selfie.

"Cuz I wanted to do that. A-and I kinda like you. Romantically, I mean," he said sheepishly. He was kinda cute when he was shy.

"Really? You're not kidding right?"

"Nope, I don't joke about serious stuff."

"Well, I kinda like you too."

He turned his head back to you with a giant smile plastered on his face. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

There was an awkward silence for a full minute, both of you looking either into each others' eyes or just roaming around the other one's face.

"Well, that's cool," you broke the silence.

"We just told eachother we like the other one and you say that's cool?" Peter asked half laughing.

"I panicked and you didn't say anything so I thought-"

"Yeah, you think too much," he cut you off and leaned towards you. His lips fell on yours. After initial shock you gave into the kiss, your hands held the back of his neck. His hair tickled your fingers and the back of your palm.

He broke the kiss. "Damn, I'm moving too fast again," he shook his head, his nose brushed your own.

"Well, I don't mind moving fast, our lifes are way too short anyways."

"Yeah, but if it starts fast it ends fast. I don't want that. Besides, I had a plan to do this properly," he then ran away from you in a white and black blur and returned now in his usual clothes holding a box of chocolate and a giant stuffed bear. "I didn't know which to give you, so I took both. Like it?"

"Yes Peter, the bear is so cute!" you took him from his hand and squeezed him to your chest. "This will do great for middle night cuddling, thank you."

"What do you mean 'this will do'? You have me for cuddling now! Can a bear hug you like this?" he rushed behind you and hugged you from behind. "Or kiss you like this?" he kissed your exposed neck softly and rested his chin on your left shoulder and looked at you as if you were the only one in the world.

You turned your head towards his and pecked his nose. "Nope, he can't," you kissed his lips one more time before turning around in his arms and started heavily making out.

"By the way," you said as he nibbled on your ear, "did you steal these things?"

"Uuuuh what will you do if I say yes?"

"Nothin', still like you. Romantically."

He chuckled into your skin. "Still romantically like you too."

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader #romance #fluff #Happy Valentine

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Harry Osborn x Alexander!Reader

Anonymous said: i was wondering if you could do a dating Harry Osborn headcanon but with the reader being Sam's Alexander's twin sis? (usm)

Sam was your twin brother

Unfortunately, being slightly older than you was the reason he got the Nova Corps helmet

And you were left with nothing

But he was still the greatest brother ever

Since the two of you were the only family you had left, you ended up relying on each other very much

But there was always some distance in your relationship because he would go on these amazing adventures with the guardians

And you were left at home waiting for him

But he still tried to make sure that you had a strong bond

You and Harry became friends because you had one thing in common

The fact that you had been abandoned by your superhero friends

Of course, you knew that Sam was Nova so it didn’t feel as bad

You lived with him on the Helicarrier and knew all about his superhero life

But Harry never knew that Peter was Spiderman

So, you immediately felt bad for him

You met the first time because both Peter and Sam were missing from Chem Lab

So, you two were the only ones left alone

So obviously the teacher paired the two of you up

And it turns out, the two of you make a great team

Which is weird because neither of you have an aptitude for it

And that’s how you started talking and eventually spending time together

Harry was really sweet to you

And you always thought he’d be kind of snooty because he was rich

But he’s really charming

Not to mention handsome

The amount of times he’s caught you just staring at him with stars in your eyes

Because he’s 

SO

“Like what you see?” 

DAMN

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

PRETTY

“Try not to drool.”

And you swear you don’t like him

But sometimes he teases you and leans in and it’s like you can’t breathe

Harry definitely lets it go to his head that you always get so blushy around him

Once he did this thing where he cages you against the wall

And you’re just having a casual heart attack

Sam obviously has his own things going on so he doesn’t really notice

And honestly that kind of hurts you

Harry definitely notices your disheartened face when your twin brother bails on you

Tries and makes up for it but he can’t really fill the void that your brother leaves

He definitely helps tho

And sometimes Harry is like

“I’ve just about had enough of them ignoring us.”

And he wants to give them a piece of his mind

But you always stop him because you know they can’t help it

Unfortunately, though, you and Sam begin drifting apart

And you start relying on Harry more than your brother

Things honestly go downhill from there

When the Helicarrier gets destroyed and sinks, so does your home

While your brother moves into Peter’s place as a kind of team building exercise

You get shipped off to a S.H.I.E.L.D. housing facility

Even though Sam tried to argue with you staying with him

Fury wanted Sam to stay with the rest of the team

And Peter couldn’t house you too

But you couldn’t bear going into the housing facility, filled with agents and no friends

So, when you show up at Harry’s in tears, with absolutely no belongings, he has no choice to take you in

And so, the two of you begin living together

The big kick to the stomach is that Sam doesn’t realize that you’re not at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility

And he doesn’t seem to care that the two of you are living apart for the first time since your birth

But Harry is such a great housemate

Absolutely the best

Long drives to wherever while either talking or singing horribly to some songs

Late movie nights where he carries you to bed

Studying together on the couch

Cooking together even though he has maids and butlers

And you’re just falling deeper and deeper

It feels like your married even though you haven’t even said that you’ve liked each other

But you both know that you do

There’s a certain intimacy that you have

Like Harry kissing your forehead before he leaves the house

Cuddling on the couch while watching a movie

Back hugs while you wash the dishes even though Harry insists that the staff can do it

Harry is like the protective husband you dreamed about having

At this point, you and Sam don’t even talk anymore

Aside from some mundane chatting in the middle of the hallways

And you’re starting to get over it

Obviously, it kind of hurts

But at the same time, you’re also angry

And this whole time Harry just kind of stands on the side-lines

Watching your brother take you for granted

But the time he loses his temper is on your birthday

He tried contacting him the whole day because he wanted to have a party for you

But neither him nor Peter picked up the phone

When Harry finally surprised you with a gift

Your first response was

“Have you heard from my brother?”

“Uh, no, actually, I tried calling but he didn’t pick up.”

And that kind of hurts because you usually get alerts from S.H.I.E.L.D. whenever there’s a mission so you don’t have to worry about him

But you didn’t get an alert so he was obviously not on a mission

In reality, the team tricked Sam saying that they had a mission

And then rerouting the plane to go to a remote island to celebrate

Completely forgetting about you

And so did Sam

So, you just try and forget and open the present

And there lies two premier tickets to the newest movie

“Harry, I can’t accept this, it’s too much.”

“Nooo, please, I got invited and it’ll be such a bore if I go alone.”

“I don’t know....”

“Think of it as a birthday present to me.”

You laughed

“So, this is your birthday present and mine?? Anything else? Your dad’s birthday too?”

“Actually, let’s mix in our first date with it too.”

And the two of you are in the papers the next day as the newest couple

With pictures of Harry kissing you on the red carpet

That’s how your brother finds out that you’ve been staying with the Osborn’s for 2 weeks now

And Sam tries calling you but you’re honestly so upset that you don’t even pick up the phone

So, he goes over to your place

And you’re not home

But Harry is

And as soon as Sam sees him, he tries to give the brother protective speech

But Harry honestly gets so annoyed

He just punches him right in the face

And all the staff are like ‘le gasp’

Sam is like wtf man why are you punching your girlfriends’ brother

And Harry loses it

Yells at him about how he hasn’t been paying you any attention the past month, left you to live with someone else and basically not even giving him the time of day anymore

And the most important day of your life, the day the two of you were born, he was halfway across the world

Sam finally realizes how neglectful he’s been and immediately feels like crap

Harry tells him to get his act together because you won’t wait forever

Sam listens and goes home so he can figure out how to make it up to you

And when you get home, Harry has a bruise on his knuckles and you’re just like

“What happened?”

“Oh, I fell.”

“On your knuckles?”

“Yep.”

“Okay then.”

The next day you get a call from Sam and he asks to meet you

You’re honestly kind of surprised

And something inside makes you want to reject him

But you get over your spite and pride and agree

When you get to the cafe Sam wanted to meet you, you’re shocked af to find him with a black eye

“Oh, my goodness! What happened?!”

“I, uh, got the lights knocked out of me.”

“By a villain?”

“Sure.”

He apologizes for everything that happened in the past month

And promises to do a better job

All the feel-good brother stuff

And Harry is just so happy for you

So basically, Harry fixed your family relations and became a part of your family

Idk how to end this

The end

Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee​

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[spideychelleforever]

Somehow, MJ had found herself in a multiverse spanning adventure with her boyfriend and what she assumed was the most powerful sorcerer in the world. To be honest, as smart as she was, the staggering enormity of the fact she was traveling through other universes, and the fact that her own - one where she had lived a happy childhood, where she watched VHS’s with her mom and dad all day, where her biggest concern was not getting more applesauce, where the scariest thing was her room before she got Christmas lights hung over her bed - was just ONE universe out of countless others?

It was more than she wanted to really process. So she was doing her best to roll with it.

Peter, ever the eternal spring of happiness and light, even if it was his own coping mechanism, was unbothered, and all he did was smile at her and keep holding her hand and staying close to her wherever she, him, and Strange went. She wasn’t religious, but God bless him? He had a way of trying to make her feel safe, even if he didn’t succeed in it, and it just reminded her all over again how she’d been in love with him since he was a curly haired, baby fat-carrying dork who was friendly to her on her first day of school with him.

But, nonetheless, through the multiverse they went. Seeing all kinds of terrible things, some of them mundane things. She got to meet other versions of herself. One Michelle Jones was a successful, rich artist, who provided her husband with a lot of financial backing for his superheroics. One Michelle Jones was a cat-themed vigilante who had a particularly fiery, passionate relationship with Peter. One Michelle Jones was super fat. One Michelle Jones was Spider-Woman, and Peter was her small, meek sidekick. Another had taken the super soldier serum out of desperation and was now Captain America. Another had been with the Avengers throughout the Snap and the Blip while Peter had still died and came back. MJ lost track of how many Michelle Jones’ she met.

But the one thing they all had in common, which started having a profound effect on the temperature in her chest, was that they all were with their Peter Parker. His exact appearance and personality differed a bit in each universe, but it was still recognizably the same Peter Parker who told her he really liked her on the bridge in London. The same smile, the same hair, the same sweetness. And in every single universe, he loved his respective Michelle Jones.

It started doing things to her head, you know? Seeing the same thing play out in all these different universes. Yes, they had already met a Peter Parker who was with a Mary Jane Watson, and a Peter Parker who was with a Gwen Stacy, both of whom were older than her Peter. But seeing this? That in countless universes, Peter Parker and Michelle Jones were still very much in love despite everything, despite everything she had done in the years prior to the Europe trip that had been done seemingly to sabotage her own happiness?

It was unreal.

And it made her soft.

Inevitably, something went wrong, however. Some enemy from the multiverse attacked and she and Peter were separated from Strange. Their instincts told them to stay put, knowing Strange was the most qualified to find them and not the other way around. At this point, they were in the empty apartment of… themselves? MJ could see pictures framed or on the wall of their variants. It was still recognizably them, but again, there were minor differences.

They were eating some ramen noodle cups when they heard a knock at the door. Eying each other warily, the pair slowly went to the peephole - MJ took point since she was taller, ha - and MJ slowly turned back to him, startled.

“Who is it?” Peter asked.

“… it’s you,” MJ mumbled.

They opened the door, and another Peter Parker variant was standing there.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Soon the apartment was filled with far more than just one Peter Parker. Thankfully, her Peter had a distinctive scar on his cheek from a recent fight with Doc Ock, so she wouldn’t lose track. But being in a room with much, much more Peter than she was used to? That was a lot.

They all talked over each other, trying to figure out what was going on. Talk of portals and villains and where their Michelle Jones was. Soon talk shifted to how long they’d been with their respective Michelle. What she liked to do, what she liked to eat, their favorite memories. So then they all turned their attention to Michelle herself, and asked if she was okay.

This was-a fucking lot. Michelle stared wide-eyed. Attention was never something she was great at. And she still had… issues over the fact that she was getting it from the boy she’d pined after for so many years. And now she was getting attention from all these Peter’s?!?

“No, I’m NOT!” MJ shouted. And soon it was all out in the open. She couldn’t even process how heartbreaking it was to see the pain in each Peter’s face, least of all her own, at seeing her angrily rant and stress about the situation. About how she wanted to forget there was a multiverse, about how she just wanted to go home and live a safe life with her Peter again. It just wasn’t fair, and soon she was sniffling.

No Peter made a move except for her own. The one who had been nice to her on their first day of school. “Can I touch you?”

Through her tears, MJ stiffly nodded, and melted into his embrace, smiling weakly when she felt a peck on her cheek.

“What can I do, to make you feel better?”

MJ didn’t answer.

That is, until he said something that changed her.

“We could have sex?”

MJ stared at him blankly.

Yes, they’d been active before this all started. But… actually, that sounded better than she had expected. Much, much better.

MJ eventually slowly nodded. And she betrayed herself by glancing around the room of Peter’s.

Peter slightly raised an eyebrow, his smile turning a little smug. “Did you have a crazy idea?”

MJ couldn’t answer as she looked back at him.

Peter shrugged. “Well, they’re all me.”

MJ didn’t respond.

****

Nine hours.

Nine hours passed after Peter affirmed the other Peter Parker’s were all him.

And Michelle Jones had seemingly lost track of everything since then.

Never in her life had she expected to see not one, but at least a dozen nearly identical set of naked Peter Parker’s all ready to pleasure her. To take care of her. To caress her, to tease her, to do things to her that made her feel like a goddess. A goddess of gluttony and lust who was pleasured by all she wanted.

She hadn’t expected to become nearly hysterical. Okay, well, her and Peter’s first time she did get pretty worked up - she’d been wanting her boy for years, of COURSE she got loud, okay?! - but this was different. She’d been hoarse after her nights with Peter, but she could barely speak. She had never expected to be pleasured by twelve times the “old webshooter” than she was used to. And she never expected so many of his toned arms, his thick and muscular calves, his washboard abs, his rock solid chest, to be on her. And she couldn’t get enough.

She was so greedy she surprised herself. She kept reaching and clawing for more, and more, and more. If this was cake she was desperately clawing for more of, she’d be the fattest Michelle Jones variant in the universe - or multiverse, or Omni-fucking verse, whatever. She couldn’t get enough Peter, and even as horrendously exhausting as it was to be in bed with twelve Peter’s, it wasn’t enough. She wanted Peter Parker. She’d wanted him all her life. And she couldn’t be satisfied.

That was, until after four hours of having multiple Peter’s on her - or in her, haha - her original Peter took leadership. How he cooed that he was here to take over, to take care of her, to please her, to love her.

Michelle had lost count of how many times she’d exploded that night, but she wanted to say it paled in comparison to when she got a hold of her original Peter alone.

After nine hours of Peter, MJ was limp. Only her heartbeat suggested she was alive. She’d seemingly lost any motor functions of her limbs, her hair was a massive, wild, huge mess obscuring her eyes. She was sweaty. Her voice failed her.

And despite all this, she wanted more.

But she couldn’t even be active herself if she wanted. She was just that far gone, she couldn’t even cuddle her Peter back, when that was one of her favorite parts of being in bed with him.

She was barely awake when she felt a light kiss, and heard a soft “I love you” from her Peter.

This was right.

There could be countless other multiverses out there, with countless other possibilities, but this was right.

This is for @machiavelien and their recent drabbles 🥰😜💘 hope I did the idea some justice

#spideychelle #michelle jones #zendaya #mj #peter parker #tom holland #tomdaya #spideychelle headcanon #zendaya coleman #peter parker x michelle jones #spideychelle is canon #spideychelle college au #michelle jones x peter parker

[venomous--fics]

Request from Anon: Oh? Did you say Peter B. Parker- can you please do one where the reader accidentally call him Dad? It just sounds like a really funny scenario

A/N: One silly request coming right up! Also, I hope you don't mind the route I took with this-- The idea kinda just came to me when I read this prompt. Basically, the reader is also a spider-person, and will essentially take Peter B places in their universe. So Peter has taken it upon himself to be your "wise" mentor. Either way, I took a wholesome approach to this- Don’t kill me-----

"I think you're ready," Peter sighed as he sat on the ledge of the building.

New York, as usual, was nothing but hustle and bustle. Peter watched the rush hour traffic come to a halt, the evening streetlights flickering on, and he found himself wondering if the city would ever replace the bulbs. What an odd, mundane string of thoughts to have. Guess that happens when you get old.

"I'm not ready." you sat next to him, "I'm definitely going to mess this up." 

"You think I didn't?" Peter looks at you from the corner of your eye.

You were still a kid. He felt terrible, knowing that you were forced onto this pedestal with him. You had told him that you had aspirations of being anything else, but unfortunately fate had other plans. Peter wanted nothing more than to tell you to just go home and to forget about it all, but he also knew that deep down you had already made up your mind.

You were very stubborn in that sense. When your mind was made up, there was no changing it. This city, this world even, needed you to become the next hero. You knew Peter was getting old too to keep going. You wanted him to go home and be with MJ. He deserved it. He earned the right to have a decent life now. 

"I messed up a lot of things." Peter said, "Hell, I probably did more damage than I did good, but..."

You looked at the mask you had in your hands. All of this somehow felt meaningless and meaningful at the same time. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

"Guess that's just how life is." he continued, "You gotta roll with the punches." 

"That's terrible advice." you laughed quietly, still looking down.

"What can I say?" he smiled, "I wasn't exactly prepared to this. Which just proves my point." 

You looked forward, to the horizon. The setting sun was still bright, and the city was drenched in a golden light. Maybe Peter was right. You shouldn't be so worried, because this is just how life is. He did screw up a lot, like a lot, a lot-- But look at him now. Him and MJ are together, they even managed to get a nice place together, MJ has a good job-- Things just work out.

"The universe always has a way of righting itself."

"You really think I'm goin-"

"I know you're going to be fine, kid." He sighed with content, “I know you.”

Peter looked at the same horizon, yet it felt different to him. He was sad that it was time to let go of his alter ego, but at the same time it was peaceful. He had faith that you'd protect this city no matter what. You had told him every story you had about this place. He was absolutely certain that the universe had made the right choice. 

Without thinking much of it, Peter patted you on the shoulder, "You'll do great things for this city." 

"You really think so?"

"I know so." 

You figured that the conversation had come to a halt, so you were about to get up when Peter pushed you back down. You looked over at him with obvious confusion on your face. He moved away and it felt like he was hesitating a little.  

"You good?"

He grabbed your wrists and took off your web shooters.

"Hey!" you protested, "I just made those, old man-"

"They're no good."

"No good? They're brand new."

"Close your eyes." 

You did nothing but stare at him, which caused him to pause. You rolled your eyes and closed them tightly, "There. Happy? Can I have my web shooters back?"

You heard the familiar click and immediately withdrew your hands. You opened your eyes and looked down at your wrists. Instead of seeing your bright, shiny, brand spanking new web shooters, you saw old ones. They had scratches, the latches were a bit loose, the metal was dull and was obviously worn from use.

These were Peter's. He always bragged about how much cooler they were than yours. They were like his pride and joy when it came to his beat up suit. He wanted you to have them? He trusted you that much? 

You couldn't form words.  It's almost like your brain had frozen solid. Every train of thought had come to a screeching halt. 

"I can't take these." you said.

"I want you to have them." Peter sounded proud, "It's only right." 

You, for the first time in a while, surprised him by throwing your arms around him in a huge bear hug. It took him a minute, but he returned the hug. Is this what it felt like? Having kids? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad-

"Thanks, dad."

"You're welcome, kidd-" Peter pulled back, "Did you just call me dad?" 

"What." you did. You quickly stood up and stumbled back, "No way. I think you're hearing things, old man." 

Peter stood up, doofy smile still on his face, "I heard you say 'Thanks, dad.'" 

"I clearly said, 'Thanks...Dude.'" 

"Uh huh." 

"I did." You tripped a little as you got up onto the ledge of the building, "I totally did. Not my fault that you can't hear- I gotta go...Like, right now."

"Of course." 

"My mom's...Totally called me, y'know. I have ...Homework." You walked along the ledge, "And I did not, totally did not, call you dad."

"And I'm the king of France."

Much like a moody teen, you stopped and crossed your arms, letting out a huff, "Why would I call you dad anyways?"

"Because," Peter mimicked you, right down to the way you speak, "You totes see me as one. Just admit it. I'm actually kinda flattered." 

"Pfft. Alright, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man." 

You wanted to change the subject. You were far too hard headed to admit that you had called him dad. 

"You didn't give me my web shooters." You leaned forward and held out your hand, "Gimme."

Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled as he walked over and put the gadgets in your hand, "You totally did call me-"

You were just embarrassed now, "I did not, man. C'mon." 

"Heard it. Clear as day. Can't fool me." 

You huffed again and adverted your eyes to the gadgets in your hands. You hadn't meant to slip up, but you really did see Peter as a dad. You, again, were way too stubborn to ever say that to his face.

You copied his eye roll, which didn't go unnoticed, "Alright, so what if I did."

"So what if you did." Peter repeatedly slowly. 

"I still have to leave." You shot a web off into the distance, "I'll see you tomorrow. Same time?"

"Actually," Peter cut in, "MJ was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out for lunch with us?"

"Me? Lunch with the both of you? Wouldn't that be..Weird..?" 

"Not unless you make it weird," he replied, "So don't make it weird."

You looked off into the distance at where you web had landed, "Uh, sure. Okay. Just, text me the place." 

Before Peter could respond, you swung away, shouting, "See ya later, old man!”  

"See you later, kiddo." 

Peter turned around and started his journey home, but something completely blind sighted him. Something had crashed into his back and had wrapped its arms around him. He looked down and saw the sleeves of your suit and laughed to himself.

Into his back you muttered, "Okay, bye, dad. Love you." 

Just like before, you quickly disappeared. Peter shouted in your direction, "You did it again!"

A few buildings away he heard your voice shout back to him, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to appreciate it!" He shouted back, laughing, "Thank you!" 

"You're welcome!" 

Your voice was even farther away. 

Peter smiled the whole way home. 

He was right. The universe does have a peculiar way of righting itself.

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

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Boys are raised to be men. Part 1 - Two broken people

Series Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Summary: Things are different outside the city. When Bucky moves out of the city to live closer to his father’s best friend, Steve, he meets a peculiar girl from a strange family. She’s loved by everyone in the village and like him, she’s missing a limb. And, to Bucky’s surprise, she’s determined to make him part of her life.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2377

Author’s note: I am not disabled and I couldn’t ever imagine what it’s like. If you have anything to not about that aspect of the story, please send me a message so I can fix possible mistakes or misunderstandings in upcoming chapters. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates.

‘Good morning mister and misses Rogers.’ You smile and wave at your next-door neighbors who are enjoying the warm spring sun on their porch. In your hand is a plate of cookies. You have always liked baking and often bring a plate to your neighbors on Sunday so they have something to enjoy with their tea after attending church. You would join them at church but you are simply not religious and you can’t stand the pastor in this town. He’s a dick and after his son spent the night in your bed once, you can’t look him in the eye.

‘Morning Y/n,’ Steve replies with a smile. His wife, Peggy, gets up from her seat and shuffles inside to get another cup. She does this every Sunday. Well, she’s been doing this every Sunday ever since a few months. It seems her memory is declining quite rapidly but Steve doesn’t mind reminding her to do mundane tasks. He’s as happy as can be. From what he’s told you, their love story hasn’t been sunshine and butterflies at all. He was nearly killed in the war and just barely survived. When he came back, Peggy was engaged to another but they still found each other in the end. It’s beautiful. You could only hope to marry a man as kind as Steve, who will look at you like he still has a crush on you. Because damn, Steve looks at Peggy like he’s a schoolboy with a crush, like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world, like she’s the only woman in the world. It’s wonderful. You’ve seen that look on Tony’s face when he looked at your mother and you’ve been seeing it more and more from him when Pepper comes around. ‘How have you been Y/n,’ Steve asks, patting the chair next to him to gesture you to sit down on the straw chair. You put the plate on the table and take a seat. The chair barely budges under you even though the thing looks ancient. Good craftsmanship. ‘I’m doing well,’ you say with a smile, ‘I might not be a Christina but I do think the Lord has put an angel on my shoulder.’ ‘Well, you know we pray for you and Peter,’ Steve tells you with a gentle smile, ‘you deserve happiness after everything.’ Peggy steps back outside and shuffles her way over to you two. And of course, in true Peggy fashion, she’s heard everything. ‘I agree,’ she says as she puts the third teacup down on the table with shaky hands, ‘you two are wonderful children.’ Steve smiles at his wife and holds her hand to help her sit down comfortably, only turning back to you when he’s made sure she’s properly seated. ‘Say, how’s that man of yours? Ehm, Samuel, was it not?’ Steve nudges you like you’re two teenagers gossiping. You chuckle and shake your head. ‘Sam and I are still friends,’ you tell him, ‘nothing is ever going to happen between the two of us.’ ‘Maybe you should try living in the city if you’re not interested in the men here,’ Peggy suggests as she does every Sunday but you are perfectly content here. You’ve always liked the little life you’re living. You don’t need and don’t like the big fancy cars, busy streets, and small apartments. ‘I’d rather stay here,’ you shrug, ‘and there are enough people to choose from here.’ ‘Let’s go down the list of potential suitors for a second,’ Steve suggests but he’s not really interested in your opinion. He just wants to know who is with who and what the drama is. He just wants to know about the “youngsters.” Youngsters being people in their mid to late twenties. ‘First up, Thor Odison.’ ‘Lovely guy but he’s in love with Jane. You know, the farmer’s daughter.’ ‘Oh, those two are never going to work out,’ Peggy chimes in, ‘she’s way too much of an individual for him.’ ‘Agreed,’ Steve nods, ‘Loki Laufeyson?’ ‘No way,’ you laugh, ‘that man is a trickster. He’s a great friend but I could never date him.’ Peggy shrugs at Steve’s confused look. ‘Okay, that’s fair,’ Steve agrees with a sigh, ‘Natasha Romanoff?’ ‘She’s dating Bruce Banner. Besides, you do remember she’s my ex, right?’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Steve says with a sultry look and pats you on the shoulder for a second. ‘Don’t you work at her flower shop?’ Peggy looks quite confused as she asks you about it. ‘Yes, we’re still friends. We just came to the conclusion that we weren’t going anywhere. She’s great but just not for me,’ you explain. ‘How about the Maximoff twins? They seem like something you’d be interested in,’ Peggy asks. ‘They’re fine but Wanda is already dating Vision and Pietro, well, he’s cute but not quite my type,’ you explain but there’s a blush pulling up on your cheeks. Steve picks up on it right away. ‘Is that so? Didn’t I see Pietro sneak out of your house a few weeks ago?’ He grins, sipping on his tea. Gosh, for being elderly the two are awfully gossipy. ‘We’re not talking about those kinds of endeavors on the day of the Lord,’ you say to try and laugh it off while simultaneously admitting to Steve’s indication. Steve seems satisfied with this answer but Peggy seems lost in thoughts. ‘What about Bucky?’

‘Dad! Did you know we have a new neighbor,’ you yell into the house from the hallway while kicking off your shoes and hanging your jacket most hastily. You walk into the living room to see Tony sitting on the couch with a rugged-looking man. The man only has one arm, which has her surprised for a second but she isn’t one to stare as she is also missing part of a limb. Besides, there’s enough else to stare at. This man is a gift. His hair is a tad bit long and he has a bit of scruffy facial hair. And his lips. There’s something about his lips. The corners look upturned at any given moment. It makes him look friendly and approachable. You are certain he either is or used to be quite the ladies’ man. For a short second, you get lost in his icy blue eyes. Wow. Just wow. This man is beautiful. ‘I do know,’ Tony says a bit annoyed at your loud entrance, ‘Y/n, this is James Barnes. James, this is my daughter, Y/n Parker.’ James looks a bit confused at the introduction as his eyes flicker from you to Tony until you shake hands. He doesn’t ask about the difference between the names though. ‘So you’re Bucky?’ He nods at your question. ‘Would you prefer I call you Bucky or James?’ ‘Bucky. Thanks for asking.’ A faint smile appears on his face. ‘He’s already met Peter,’ Tony tells you to explain the confusion on his face earlier. ‘Ah,’ you chuckle, ‘I understand. We aren’t the most usual bunch.’ ‘James- I’m sorry, Bucky here is from the city.’ Tony completely brushes away the whole conversation and hops right into a new topic as you take a seat next to Bucky. ‘Why’d you decide to move somewhere so boring?’ Bucky seems hesitant in answering but something tells you it has a lot to do with his missing limb. You can tell by the way he’s slowly retreating into his jacket. ‘You don’t have to tell me,’ you assure him, ‘I don’t mind.’ ‘Thank you,’ he smiles gratefully and sits up a little straighter again like bricks have been lifted off his shoulders. You can’t help but wonder if your dad was interrogating him up until now. The poor man must’ve been stressed out of his mind. ‘So what do you do, Bucky?’ Tony asks it while he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the kitchen to get the grocery list you put on the fridge whenever you need something. After all, you made a deal yesterday. You cook, he gets groceries. ‘Not much these days,’ Bucky admits, ‘I used to be in the army.’ Ah, that answers a lot of questions. ‘Sow hat do you do to pass the time,’ you ask as you hear the front door close. Of course Tony wouldn’t tell you he was leaving. He’s just glad you took the unexpected guest off his hands. ‘I paint,’ he tells you, looking slightly more at ease now that Tony left, ‘I’m not great but it’s a nice way to pass the time and get some emotions out.’ ‘You’ll have to show me sometime,’ you say with a wink. It catches Bucky off guard. Did you just flirt with him? ‘Would you like some more tea?’ ‘Oh, no, I’m good,’ Bucky says and quickly gets up, ‘I only came by to introduce myself.’ You nod and get up to show him out. You notice he’s still wearing his shoes even though you never wear shoes inside the house. Tony probably felt bad about asking him to take them off so he didn’t. You watch him step outside but you just can’t let him walk away. He’s just too… Wow, he’s too beautiful for you to let him walk away. ‘If you don’t have anything to do tonight. Most of us hang out at the pub downtown every Sunday around seven pm.’ Bucky isn’t sure what to say and you feel obligated to keep talking. ‘It’s just a bunch of stupid people getting drunk but it’s fun’ And now you’re oversharing but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind. He shows a friendly smile but doesn’t look too sure of what to say. ‘You don’t have to but if you want to, I’ll leave here at seven,’ you tell him, ‘so I guess I’ll see you around?’ He smiles and nods to you. You close the door as he walks down to the house next door. Old man Steve’s house. ‘Ah, Bucky, how do you like the Parkers?’ Steve calls out to him before he can make it down their driveway. Bucky and Steve go back a long way. Bucky’s father was good friends with Steve and the man had always been like a backup dad to him. So when his father passed and he got overwhelmed in the city, the next best option was to go look for Steve. ‘They’re a strange bunch,’ Bucky admits, ‘but the girl, Y/n, she’s really sweet. She invited me to the pub.’ ‘You better go punk,’ Steve says in a tone that’s close to warning, ‘you won’t get a better offer to meet the youngsters in town.’ ‘Youngsters? From what you told me, they’re all nearing their thirties.’ ‘You know what I mean,’ Steve argues and waves it off. Bucky takes a seat with Steve on the porch, the chair creaking under his mass. ‘So what’s up with that family? I mean, I know of Stark industries but I never expected to find Tony Stark in a small town like this.’ ‘It’s not my place to tell you.’ Steve looks pained as he says it and it surprises Bucky. Sure, three people living in a house that don’t all share the same last name, there’s a story there. But Steve’s reaction makes him think it’s more than that. ‘Those three have been through a lot. They aren’t related by blood but they’re more of a family than most others down here.’ Bucky gazes over his shoulder at the house next door and watches as the door to the Parker residence opens and the two siblings come running out. The two are like spitfire as Y/n chases Peter for something that doesn’t seem to matter much to them judging by the smiles on their face. ‘I can see that.’ Then, suddenly, they hear Y/n yelp and she falls in the grass in front of their house. She lets a string of muffled curses fall from her mouth as her brother runs up to her. The two seem to be concerned about her leg. Steve tries to call Bucky back but he’s already running up to them. Peter sees him coming and tells him they’re fine but Bucky doesn’t want to go back to Steve. Instead, he kneels down next to Y/n. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ She doesn’t look at him. His eyes fall to the strange picture in front of him. It looks like her leg has been snapped in half at the knee but last time Bucky checked, ankles aren’t made from metal. ‘Yeah, fine,’ she grumbles as she pulls her flared jeans up to her mid-thigh to reveal the prosthetic that came off, ‘it just got stuck and I tripped.’ She grabs the metal leg and pushes it back into place like it’s nothing. Something stirs inside Bucky. “She’s like me,” he thinks, “she’s broken too.” But he doesn’t speak. He understands now why Steve tried to call him back and why Peter tried to tell him it was fine. He wouldn’t want help either. Because when you’re broken, people feel the need to treat you like a child, like you can’t do anything on your own, like you’re not a grown adult with a brain. You lost a limb, not your brain. ‘I’m sorry, I was worried you hurt yourself,’ he says softly and offers his hand to help her up but she politely declines and gets up herself. ‘It’s fine,’ she huffs and pushes her smile back on her face, ‘did you make up your mind about tonight?’ He smiles back at her. ‘Yeah, I’d love to join you. Steve wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I declined.’ ‘You know him well, right?’ ‘Yeah, he used to be friends with my dad.’ ‘Explains the pictures on the fireplace,’ she teases, ‘and all the stories.’ ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Bucky groans, letting his arm drop to his side, ‘please tell me these friends of yours aren’t close to Steve.’ ‘Just Sam but I think you’ll like him,’ she tells him, ‘he’s the same kind of chaotic as you.’ She pats his shoulder and walks back to her house, Peter following her closely behind. ‘Great, just great,’ Bucky sighs.

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Chérie (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

yoncexl submitted:

Can I have a enemies to lovers with Bucky? Pleaseee where y/n is a sunshine and Bucky a grumpy old man tysm 💖💖

Anonymous said:

64 from the prompt list w Bucky? hehe love u (“I think your cat wants to kill me.”)

PROMPT: Bucky doesn’t understand why Y/N is always so happy. He never thought he would be one of the people who got entranced by her until he was. 

Warnings: fluff, some language

Song: Cherry by Harry Styles

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Sure, maybe Bucky was being irrational. It wasn’t like he meant to be annoyed by your bubbly personality but how could someone be so goddamn happy all the time? 

Clearly there were more things to complain about and mourn than there was to celebrate. You were in the midst of a pandemic, Steve came back as a wrinkly old man, you lost two good friends, the world was burning to ashes and yet, here you were. Happy as a peach.

You squealed loudly, interrupting a napping Bucky in the common room, after ripping open the 70th package (It was more like 4th package but Bucky liked to exaggerate) you received in the mail. He opened his left eye, wanting to revert back to the moments before your arrival when there was peace and quiet. He saw you stare fondly at the new record you just bought. Another pop album, he assumed. That’s all you ever listened to.

“Do you mind?” He huffed, twisting his body to face you. His eyes were now wide open, unable to return to his peaceful slumber. “Some of us are sleeping.”

Bucky knew he didn’t really have a right to be mad at you. He had his own room to take naps in and he could easily just walk over and do just that. He just liked giving you attitude, hoping you’d return it one day. But that day was not today.

“Sorry,” You blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Just got carried away. Look what I got.”

Bucky’s expression remained cold. It was a sight to see, really. The young, bright, and cheerful expression on your face. The wide smile traveling from your lips to the crinkles by your eyes. Your head was peeking up above the large record in your hand. 

And then there was Bucky. Big and built, hair in disarray, with his lips pressed in a thin line. His arms were crossed on his chest, biceps prominent. He stared at you with a blank expression, counting the seconds before you finally retreated the record you shoved in his face. 

“I wanted to get the limited edition one but that was sold out.”

Harry Styles: Fine Line, he read the tag on the corner of the plastic. The name was familiar. He remembered it displayed on the car radio in the last mission you two shared. Bucky remembered the loud, off-key, singing of you and Peter in the backseat of the car, as he sat beside a driving Sam. Sam wasn’t a fan of the music but he was a fan of seeing Bucky’s irritated expression so he let you and Peter control the music for the four hour drive back. 

It was hell. 

You finally removed the record from his space and admired it. You sighed in adoration, clutching the disk close to your heart. You began to pick up the scraps of delivery papers that littered the floor and started walking towards your bedroom. 

Finally, Bucky sighed in content, some peace and quiet.

Just as a small smile started to form on Bucky’s face while he started to get comfortable again on the couch, a faint noise was heard from down the hall. He groaned loudly, grabbing one of the couch cushions to cover his ears. Of course you’d play it the minute you got it to your record player. 

It didn’t fully drown out the noise in the background, irritating Bucky some more. So much for sleep.

He wouldn’t ever admit it to your face but your music wasn’t that bad. 

-

“Uhhh, Buck?” You questioned from behind him. He rolled his eyes, earning a slap on the arm from Sam. Be nice, that’s what his look told Bucky. “I think your cat wants to kill me.”

“That means I taught him well.” Bucky muttered under his breath. A part of him didn’t want you to hear it, but he secretly hoped you did. 

“Dude.” Sam smacked him behind his head. “Really?”

You laughed wholeheartedly, emerging from the kitchen with Alpine in your arms. “Never mind, he just wanted me to pick him up.”

Bucky’s eye twitched upon seeing you cuddle with his pet. He wasn’t necessarily jealous, per se, he was just aggravated that everyone and everything seemed to love you. It was like they all gravitated towards you and he didn’t understand why. 

Okay.. maybe he did. You were a good person. Nearly perfect, even. But that’s why Bucky didn’t like you. There was no way someone could ever be that perfect. 

Firstly, it wasn’t really fair. Nobody should ever be this like-able. Or kind. Or funny. Or pretty. Or strong. Or passionate. Or fucking perfect. It was really just unfair.

Secondly, Bucky knew he had some problems. He knew he didn’t really think much like everyone else. Sam called him mentally unstable for not being able to be civil with you, more than a few times, and Bucky actually agreed. Had he met you before all of this happened, he would’ve liked you. Hell, he may have even had a crush on you because back then he was like you. He was hopeful, the “glass half-full” type of person. But after everything that happened in his life, he changed. He just didn’t get how you managed to always look on the bright side even when the world was crumbling at your feet. 

It was Alpine’s purring that snapped him out of his thoughts. The cat was now rubbing against his calf after you put him down to exit the room. Bucky smiled softly at the cat that Steve got him a few weeks ago. Alpine licked Bucky’s metal hand a few times before making his way to his little cat bed in the common room. 

“You need to play nice.” Sam warned him, taking a sip from his coffee mug. “I still don’t get why you hate her so much.” 

“Something about her seems off to me.” Bucky shrugged, cleaning up his finished plates. That wasn’t necessarily a lie. “I don’t know.”

“No,” Sam replied, following Bucky’s actions. He dumped his plates on top of the ones in Bucky’s arms. “Something about you is off.”

He glared at his friend who was already halfway out of the room before he tried to call out for him to do his own dishes. Bucky accepted defeat and made his way to the kitchen to start washing the dishes. He saw your washed dishes placed neatly on the drying rack, clear that it had just been washed. He silently thanked you for always cleaning up after yourself. His eyes drifted to the pile of dirty plates that slowly accumulated from the Avenger’s breakfast festivities. Unlike the rest of them, he sighed. 

Bucky placed the plates down for a quick moment to retrieve his phone and airpods from his pockets. He unlocked it and searched through the Spotify app. He started to look at the rest of the Avenger’s playlist. For a special agent who valued confidentiality, you sure did want people to know exactly what you were listening to. Bucky learned to turn that feature off after Sam bullied him after he saw that Bucky was listening to the Hairspray soundtrack. 

His eyes locked at your Spotify playlist. Hmm, he thought, why not? Bucky pressed at the familiar title of the album the link took him to. He inserted the airpods in his ears and hit shuffle. 

The songs made the chore of cleaning up after the Avengers a little less tedious. 

-

You were silently reading the new book that came in your subscription box on the balcony of the tower. Nothing could be heard for miles besides the sounds of nature and the faint noise of cars passing by the highways. 

Most of the team had gone out to get dinner but you opted to stay in and get caught up with your book. A blanket was draped carelessly over your legs, shielding your bare legs from the cold. You turned the page, your thumb finding its way between your lips. It was a habit you could never seem to break. You did it subconsciously, especially when you were deep in thought or extremely focused on something. 

You were engrossed in your book, not hearing the knocking that came from the other side of the balcony door. Bucky looked at you from behind the clear, sliding door. He squinted trying to read the cover of the book you were reading. It was different from the one he saw you reading a month ago. Your ability to read and finish books quickly intrigued him since he was someone who could never sit in a chair without fidgeting, much less read a 300-something page book.

He realized he was staring for far too long. Bucky entered the balcony and cleared his throat, causing you to drop your book and look up at him. You offered a warm smile, “Hi, Buck. What’s up?”

“Me and Wanda are ordering in,” He explained, his eyes drifting to the cover of your book. Only Love is Real by Brian Weiss, he noted in his head. “Did you want anything?”

You pondered the question for a minute, “Maybe some fried chicken.”

“Okay sounds good,” He replied. “You should come in soon, it’s getting late.”

You looked around. It had gotten significantly darker than when you first came out. The lamp beside you that helps you with reading masked the sinking sun. “What time is it?”

Bucky pulled out his phone to check the time. You caught a glimpse of his lock screen, eyes growing wide when you noticed the too familiar song and album cover in the front. Cherry by Harry Styles. “9:21PM.”

He looked up to see you fighting back a small smile. His eyebrows furrowed, staring back at you. You noticed his worried look and immediately straightened up. “Thanks, Buck. I’ll come in soon.”

Bucky nodded and turned around to return back into the compound. You stayed quiet about what you saw but you couldn’t help the large smile overtaking your features. You’ll tease him about this one day, just not tonight.

You focused back on your book, your mind becoming one with the words on the page again. You spread out the blanket some more to cover your legs better and cuddled into the softness of the outdoor sofa. The sounds of the city was being drowned out, however, by the faint sounds of strings and the French voice of Camille Rowe.

-

“Y/N ordered another package.” Sam laughed, picking up the boxes left at their doorstep. “Oh, hold on a second.”

Bucky’s head perked up at Sam’s words knowing that there’s going to be some teasing that will follow. The mundane boxes were almost, always yours. You were the only one in the tower who liked to spend your money on things like clothes, accessories, and sometimes snacks. The rest of the team just ordered it from Stark Industries and it would magically appear in their compound in less than 24 hours. 

“Did you order something from Ebay, Barnes?”

He snatched the box from Sam, grunting in response to his question. “Isn’t it a federal offense to go through people’s mail?”

“No, it’s a federal offense to open people’s mail. There’s a difference.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and brought the package to his room. Once the door was shut, he let himself smile at the brown box in his hands. He sat down on his bed and started unwrapping it. His eyes glossed over the vinyl record. Limited Edition, the sticker on the corner stated. It was the one you told him about.

Maybe it did dent his bank account more than he would have liked it to but he knew you would love it. He was just sitting in his bedroom and he heard you quietly sobbing, a few nights ago. If he didn’t have super-soldier hearing he would’ve definitely missed it. It was quiet but it was there. 

The familiar tune of Cherry played from your record player. Bucky sat up in his bed, not knowing if he should come in and comfort you. It was the way that you halted your sobs, to make yourself more discrete, when the song ended, that broke his heart into pieces. He couldn’t stop himself from getting up his bed and walked over to the room beside him. 

Before he could knock, he stopped himself. What would he even say to you? He just stood there in front of your bedroom door, not knowing what to do next. He hasn’t necessarily been the kindest to you, even when all you’ve been was pleasant. He really didn’t have the right to even try to comfort you. 

He sighed sadly and retreated back to his bedroom.

So now here he was, three days after that night, with the vinyl you’ve wanted for a while, that he paid extra for expedited shipping for. Bucky dusted off the plastic covering of the vinyl and made his way to your room. His plan was to place it on your bed and walk away, he wasn’t expecting you to be there. You were supposed to be on a mission.

Bucky’s eyes widened, frantically hiding the vinyl behind his back. Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him confused. “What are you doing here, Buck?”

“I thought you were out.”

“Decided to stay in. What are you doing here?” You asked again. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company and all, but I’m just curious.”

Of course, Bucky thought. Only you would be trying to assure him that you enjoy his company when he invaded your privacy by barging in your room. “I have something for you.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. You turned to face him on your bed, your legs criss-crossed. “You do?”

Bucky extended his arms out, showing you the vinyl that he got for you. You gasped, leaning over to touch it. Tears welled up in your eyes, words getting stuck in your throat. “I hope you like it.”

“Oh, Bucky,” You sighed, holding the vinyl by your chest. “I love it.” 

“I’m glad.” He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he answered you.

“Why did you get this for me?”

“I heard you the other night,” He confessed, taking a seat beside you. “I heard you crying. I-I was gonna come in and try to comfort you but I don’t really have much expertise on that. Plus, I haven’t really been the nicest to you, I wouldn’t know where to start to try to make you feel better. Then I remembered you talking about this record. Music seems to make you happy, I think, so I bought it.”

You placed the vinyl safely beside you and engulfed Bucky in a tight hug. He was stiff for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond to such physical affection, but he later warmed up. His arms wrapped themselves around you, letting himself bury his face in the crook of your neck, smelling your sweet perfume. You heard him sigh under your touch and you started to wonder when was the last time he was held like this. 

“You’re amazing,” You murmured in his shoulder, pulling away. You kissed his cheek sweetly, a blush creeping up your cheeks once you saw the redness on his. “Thank you, Buck. I can’t explain how much this means to me.”

He smiled at you, genuinely. It was the first time he smiled at you without it being partnered with a smart, witty remark. It wasn’t sarcastic or anything, just pure fondness. “Anytime, Y/N.” 

You two just sat there staring at each other for a few moments before he cleared his throat and got up. “I should leave you to it. I know how you like to listen to records the minute you get them.”

Your heart swelled at his words. You never noticed how much he actually paid attention to you. “Wait, Buck. Do you wanna stay and listen to it with me?”

He took a look at you, staring up at him with hopeful eyes. He was silently hoping that you would ask him to stay but now that those words did leave your lips, all the life was winded right out of him. You liked his presence. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love yours. 

“Let’s see what all the hype is about.” He teased, taking a seat beside you again.

“Oh you’ll love it,” You smirked, remembering the time you saw that he was listening to the album on his phone. “He’s great.”

“I doubt it.”

You continued to fight off the goofy smile on your face as Bucky tried to act like he hasn’t listened to the album before. You looked at his expression when the familiar tune of Cherry started playing. You pretended to look away, getting on your phone to look busy. Your eyes looked up at Bucky who was discretely mouthing the words to the song. 

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Made of Iron, Born of Fire: The Fanmix 

by @imgoingtocrash

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AKA: A labor of love for @savvysass’s birthday!!!!

What can I say that hasn’t already been said because we’re both incredibly sappy people in our Author’s Notes? Writing this series with you has brought me so much joy in the last two years, and I never could have hit over 100k words without you. Here’s to whatever we write next in the series...and all of the WIPs we’re working on right now...and only god knows what’s next for us personally and professionally...and most importantly, to you on your Birthday. Thank you for being such a good friend, in both fandom and outside of it. I’m so, so thankful to know you and love you. 🥰

Director’s Cut Below, because we all know I love talking about this series, and yes, that does extend to why I picked these songs. (And also maybe because these song choices only make sense in my brain and hopefully Savannah’s?? Who knows! Feel free to ask questions if you want but let’s be honest this series and fanmix are most importantly for us, because we love the series so dang much.)

My Wildest Dreams by Ron Pope

I spoke in riddles and in rhymes, but my time with you has taught me to simplify, you’re not quite what I pictured you would be, you’re better than my wildest dreams.

We’ve talked about this one before, and I’LL TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN!!!! Ron Pope is so good imo, and this song wowowow the father-child feels, but especially with Tony and newborn Peter a la A Foreign Feeling and A First Time For Everything.

Big & Scared by Raleigh Ritchie

I want to be better for you, let me do that now, you’re my favorite human, so you should be prepared, I’ll help you get through it, when you’re big and scared

We’ve mentioned Tony’s thoughts about legacy multiple times by now, and I think this song really represents Tony looking forward to the person Peter could be become and that “breaking the cycle” mentality of supporting Peter even when he’s not a perfect father.

Legacy of Sadness by Ron Pope

irrational as it may seem I guess I’m sorry, even though I know that none of it’s my fault, it is easier for me to count my blessings, than to cry for every single thing we’ve lost

I have 0 shame putting these two songs by Ron Pope almost back to back because they’re the opening and closing of an album dedicated to his child like...it’s so perfect for Tony and this theme of reflection on who he is and who Peter will become/is becoming and all that entails.

this is me trying by Taylor Swift

They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential, and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that

I wrote something...very sad but also soft recently??? and this is for That it’s about pre-CW Pepperony being separated and the road to them trying to come back together including Tony working on himself and I love it!!! It hurts really good!!! This whole song is perfect for it and I can’t wait until people get to read it.

Be Good When I’m Gone by Four Year Strong

I'm sorry I can't stop to listen, but I've got so much to do and I've got some place to be, the house looks like the aftermath of a hurricane, I hope it stays that way

Tony being a busy parent but doing his best to make time for Peter in his life and making that time count has been something super important to illustrate to us, especially the transition from being a CEO to being a superhero and how that changes how Peter sees Tony’s absence over time.

I Won’t Back Down by Johnnyswim, Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors, and Penny and Sparrow

Tony puts on the original version by Tom Petty in Home Is Where The Heart Is, but I think this cover has a very slow, emotional undertone that’s really great too. The interludes, if you didn’t catch it, have all been featured in a fic previously.

Let It Matter by Johnnyswim

So if it matters let it matter, if your heart's breaking let it ache, catch those pieces as they scatter, know your hurt is not in vain

Pepper in Never Tell Me The Odds ALL DAYYYYY. She’s the emotional rock of that fic (and of our Ironfam TBH) and it’s all because she allows herself to feel her feelings and encourages the Stark boys to do so as well.

Simmer - Acoustic by Hayley Williams

And if my child, needed protection, from a fucker like that man, I’d sooner gut him, cause nothing cuts like a mother

Post-Home Is Where The Heart Is...y’all know Pepper’s not that mad about what happened to Obie. Also just Pepper when someone hurts her family?? I always write it as her sort of putting all of her emotion into something she can control and doing it well, so, this song is all about that.

Tightrope by Nia Hendricks

one step after another, keep holding on to each other, don’t look back, move on and let go, that’s how you walk on a tightrope

Pepperony trying to navigate their relationship and the insanity of superhero stuff and also co-parenting. It’s all excellent, I love them so much, I enjoy writing it so much!!!!

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan

Never got the chance, to say a last goodbye, I gotta move on, but it hurts to try, how do I love, how do I love again?

This song is tilted towards romance, but if you’ll remember, we’re a Pro-Tony Survives Endgame AU series, so it’s not about THAT...but well...Infinity War sure will hit something fierce for certain non-romantic relationships in this series, huh?

The Bones by Maren Morris

Call it dumb luck, but baby, you and I, can't even mess it up, although we both try, no, it don't always go the way we planned it, but the wolves came and went and we're still standing

Post-Endgame Ironfam!!! Tony and Pepper married with their kids, their family and HAPPY...THIS IS WHY WE DO ALL OF THE ANGST...FOR A FAMILY...WE LOVE THEM

Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas

Considered Pepper and Peter’s ‘song’, as it’s referenced multiple times in the series, and was one of the bigger solidifying moments of their mother-son relationship as a whole.

Mundane by Hardcastle

And I’ve been sinking into silence, dwelling on my thoughts, and in these months, I haven’t felt that most conversations have left me anything but blue

Peter’s selective mutism was something very special to us when we originally had the idea, and making sure we talk about it and utilize it in the right way is something we’re still working on, particularly with the Therapy Fic we’re brainstorming atm.

survivin’ (One Eyed Jack’s Session) by Bastille

What can I say? I'm survivin', crawling out these sheets to see another day, what can I say? I'm survivin', and I'm gonna be fine, I'm gonna be fine, I think I'll be fine

Spoiler Alert: Peter’s not fine, like, a decent amount of the time. But he’s sure trying, and we love him for that.

Jacob from the Bible by Jake Wesley Rogers

Mama, don't worry, it took me years, to say I'm sorry, to see your tears, Mama, forgive me, I grew up too fast, but it's not on you, it's in the past

Mostly part of Peter growing up to become a hero and realizing what his parents--particularly Pepper--have gone through for him to become the person he is today, but that sometimes he still doesn’t feel like he’s making them proud enough.

Compassion Is a German Word by To Kill A King

Don't be so arrogant, you ain't no different to anyone I've met, we're all the heroes in our own film, or maybe the villain in someone else's

Spider-Man being an excellent superhero boi!!! Being kind and good!!! We love it!! Also, I put a TKAK song on...a LOT of my playlists, because I think they’re great.

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

And I'm so sick of seventeen, where's my fucking teenage dream?, if someone tells me one more time, "Enjoy your youth", I'm gonna cry

I mean...this song is such a Teenage Mood...I had to do it...

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning by Frank Sinatra

So, I had this cute little scene in my head that went with this song for SO LONG but there wasn’t really anything for it to fit into so...yeah that’s part 2 of Savannah’s Birthday Gift, a little soft Baby Peter drabble. Fluffy Goop from top to bottom. That can be read here.

Home by Phillip Phillips

Just know you're not alone, 'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home

...I know it’s not original, okay? It’s found family, it’s great, I don’t care!

Comes and Goes (In Waves) by Greg Laswell

And this part was for her, and this part was for her, this part was for her, does she remember?

This song is good family angst in general BUT these specific lyrics made me think of Mary and that they never forget her in their lives despite the other stuff going on (because we refuse to let them).

I Have Made Mistakes by The Oh Hellos

I have made mistakes, I continue to make them, the promises I've made, I continue to break them, and all the doubts I've faced, I continue to face them, but nothing is a waste if you learn from it

No one in the Ironfam is perfect, but they all do their best to try and grow even when they’re scared they’ll never be able to. The ups and downs are all par for the course of this series to us.

Easy Days - Demo by Bastille

Cause I don’t wanna fall back again, back into the easy days, everything was so simple then, little fires burned away

Strife is a part of life, and the family in this fic growing through their loss and struggles and moving ahead as a unit to get to a better place is super central to making the fic what it is...but it’s easy for them to remember the old days before being superheroes and wishing it was simple again.

North by Sleeping At Last

Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind, let our hearts like doors open wide, open wide, settle our bones like wood over time, over time, give us bread, give us salt, give us wine

The way Tony went from feeling so alone to having an entire built family that’s so full of love and everything he never dreamed of...*screams into my pillow* I love this series so much thank you and good night!!!

#made of iron born of fire #irondad #ironfam #fanmix #savvysass #this series just makes me burst with content i can't describe it #also doing the graphics was a fun experiment!!! #mine #mine: marvel

[keyofjetwolf]

Bonus Question Answers! (anime heat 2)

I asked a silly question! You gave me incredible answers. SO VERY MANY INCREDIBLE ANSWERS. Now, I present my favourites! And really, they were ALL favourites. Mmm, headcanony goodness.

Oh, special shoutout to this unattributed one, which I suspect fell prey to someone submitting early, but as phrased, made me snort laugh: “one of my longest held headcanons is that ami“

SAME, FRIEND

Anyway, If your answer is listed below, you’ve earned an entry in a random draw to win a GIFTENING liveblog OF YOUR CHOICE

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Q: Senshi headcanon time! Intrigue me, humour me, crush me, FEED ME.

* Michiru actually did have a guardian cat, once. It was silvery grey with dark blue eyes. It did not speak, but it was always there to provide support and comfort in a life which had little of either. The first time Michiru had a strong vision, which left her cold and senseless on the floor of her room, it was the small warmth from her cat that brought her back to the world of color and light and solidity. The cat was a friend and confidante in those early days, when Michiru was unsure if this experience was real or the beginnings of schizophrenia. The fact that her mother could see the cat, and regularly make comments about the uncleanliness of such creatures, was proof of Michiru's new reality. So when the cat entered the fray to distract a youma, saving Michiru, but being killed in the process, it became one more thing that the Moon had given her, only to steal away. Michiru promised herself to never rely on another again, or to allow the Moon to have her heart again. And she had done fairly well at this. Haruka, for all her charms, was a plaything, and not something to sacrifice herself for. But pausing outside the Marine Cathedral, Michiru found herself looking into dark blue eyes, so different, but so similar, and knew that she would do anything and everything in her power to keep from having to watch them close, again. -- @incorrecttact  [YOU ARE ALSO KILLING THESE QUESTIONS. This hit me right in the kokoro, and I welcomed its sweet sweet pain.]

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*  Mako teaches Hotaru, Chibiusa, and the Amazon Quartet to cook and bake as a bonding activity. Hotaru LOVES making cakes and decorating them. Chibiusa likes cooking with noodles and even making her own; it doesn’t sound special, but the food she makes is DELICIOUS. Ves, the red one, finds cooking easy, but doesn’t like it and so never does outside of being coaxed into it. Jun, the green one, finds baking easy, but also doesn’t like sweet things, which limits her repertoire. Cere, the pink one, has no natural talent, but she very much WANTS to be good at it, so she turns out to be the best cook of her Senshi group. Palla takes to neither, but she is very enthusiastic about eating their experiments.  --  Jules  [I am an absolute slut for Mako and moments with the kids, and including the Quartet was a brilliant stroke.]

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*  A Serenity is not supposed to be reborn. They are born, they live, they die, and they are done. They are not like the Senshi, whose souls reincarnate, carefully bound to Serenity blood. They are not supposed to be reborn, so when Queen Serenity sees everything fail and decides to send their souls to the future, the Senshi are easy. Serenity is not. In desperation, Serenity does something she would have never considered in any other circumstance: she ties Serenity's soul to the Senshi. What was once a one way tie, has now become an equal bond, and so everything changes.  -- @madegeeky  [Ooo, this is some lovely twists on my own reincarnation headcanons, while still keeping the “this is a mistake” flavour. IT TASTES GOOD.]

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*  How about more Rei whistle antics? You headcanon Usagi would use the whistle for every mundane thing and Rei would come. Usagi would do this at 2 AM in the morning too and Rei would still be woken up and still come even in pajamas if she need be because Usagi had a spooky nightmare or "Rei-chan I fell off my bed and now my face hurts". Knowing Rei whistle antics can be funny for us and maybe aggravating for Rei at times because "Usagi you blew the whistle because you fell off the bed?" what if we can make it a pinch sad? Like what if Rei can tell what sort of peril Usagi is in by the way she blows the whistle in tone? Like when it's a sad somewhat weaker whistle, even if it's just a tiny subtle tone, Rei can IMMEDIATELLY tell "USAGI IS SAD AND NEEDS ME" and she will RUSH over in 5 seconds like in her Rei way, she might even have the mind to bring snacks, cocoa and plush to hug for the comfort.  --  Mrs. Duckling  [HOW ABOUT INDEED. I hadn’t thought about the different ways the whistle can be blown and what it might say, what a wonderful addition. THANK YOU FOR CATERING DIRECTLY TO ME AND MY NEEDS]

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*  PGSM!Sailor Mars - [REDACTED] Oh. Right. You're not there yet. Awkward... Anime!Minako is a huge fan of romance manga, but for all the wrong reasons. She tried drawing doujinshi of crack ships before realizing that A) she's not really a writer and B) she's REALLY not an artist. She plans on using some of her rich idol singer money to commission really bizarre romance stories. The sort that make you go WTF?! Of course, step one is "become a rich and famous idol"... Meanwhile, Rei also buys the romance manga that Minako gets into, (partially so she'll shut up about it) but mainly just analyzes them for mood and the characters, and gets frustrated when they inevitably devolve into nothing but sappy kissing and mooning over each other. She's trying to see why Minako gets so obsessed, but doesn't want to flat out admit that she doesn't get it and have to ask. -- Peter "Pigeons!" Svensson  [I had nothing but fun with this, fantastic. ps: THANK YOU FOR THE PIGEONS NOMINATION]

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* If these four* Senshi were to meet you, I think they'd each also be meeting some of their best qualities: Usagi is love, and that love is infectious as HELL. Much like a certain blogger who has amassed an international following on the strength of her love for her favourite media, wouldn't you say? Ami is very impressed by your office set-up! But when she sees you re-enter the room with a sprightly little black cat riding on your shoulder, she knows she has discovered a kindred spirit. Where can Rei-chan possibly begin? From your passionately informed and encyclopedic knowledge of their interactions ("She has RECEIPTS, Usagi!"), to your, let's call it tenacity ("She stirred that sugar for TWO HOURS, Usagi!!"), Rei finds so much to admire. And while no one could ever possibly love Rei as much as she loves herself, she magnanimously allows that you are a close second. As for Haruka, well! World Shaking? More like Toilet Breaking! You wrecked that shit and unleashed the sea. She can certainly relate *eyebrows, eyebrows* *would that i had time to write out blurbs for the others! but we're heading back into lockdown today, and i need to get to the post office to mail you a package. PRIORITIES! xo  -- @rasiqra-revulva​  [Okay look when I said “crush me” I didn’t mean WITH NICENESS. Also thank you for the huge laughs. *eyebrows, eyebrows*]

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*  Minako manages to write a tell-all book (anonymously, of course, and with names changed to protect the relevant,) about their first few years as Senshi in the lull between Stars and Shit Escalating Again. Even more astoundingly, she manages to get it optioned as a film and play Sailor Mars without blowing her cover! Rei seethes. Minako’s annoyed because she tried out for Usagi. Usagi’s just happy Minako’s successful. The film manages to pick up nominations come award season, and Michiru even arranges for the rest of the Senshi to attend. Minako loses to some film from a really overrated director that manages to out-award bait her reenactment of D-Point. She’s silently fuming through his acceptance speech when he’s Burning Mandala’d mid-sentence. And that’s how the Senshi discovered that Jadeite survived getting run over with planes, joined the entertainment industry after Beryl’s defeat, and had been using it to drain energy ever since! Sailor Mars’s speech about how he disgraces the passion of filmmakers everywhere and her comrade’s hard work goes viral. -- Regalli  [LOVED THE TWIST ENDING, also Rei basically stealing the awards show stage, as we all know she would]

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*  Not Senshi, but cats! One day, when Usagi is queen, she's going to decide to knight the cats. Luna thinks it's silly and figures Usagi is just acting on a whim, but Artemis has his chest puffed out and is glowing with pride. They're given tiny medals made by Endymion. -- RibbonFinale  [Oh I DID want this. I wanted this very much, THANK YOU.]

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*  Makoto can't culture bonsai trees. It's not a matter of ability, or scale — she can work with tiny tools with equal facility as large ones — but she can't bring herself to push the things down, to cut and twist and bind them to grow the way _she_ wants, not the way it wants to grow.   The tiny pine she bought to try it out, years ago, is in a pot in the corner of her apartment; it's just now grown taller than she is. -- Taperwolf  [I didn’t expect this one to hit me as hard as it did when I started reading. Love it, love it, love it.]

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*  You know those 'meetings Usagi doesn't know about'? the ones where the girls dive into the nitty gritty about being senshi, the ones where they decide who will take up being the Disguise Pen Decoy if Minako is killed? Usagi knows about them. it was one of those 'character A eavesdrops and hears character B talking about them' setups, but instead of hearing Ami call Usagi a ditz, she hears Ami saying 'I'm the weakest fighter, if Minako is assassinated and we need someone to be decoy it'd be easier to explain away my absence than Rei's or Mako's' In these meetings they speak very coldly about themselves, Ami is always first to call herself the weak one, Minako calls into attention her showboating, Mako will openly remind people she doesn't think things through on the battlefield, and Rei derides herself on her inability to keep her cool (heh) and they all come up with contingencies to cover for eachother to the minutest detail. Usagi only ever evesdrops on one of these meetings, but now she knows they happen. and she can't un-know.  -- Vega  [OOOOOOOOOOOOOO.]

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Manga Sailor Pluto has picked her nose 2,013,417 times. -- too ashamed to say  [WHY THE SHAME THIS IS CORRECT  AND NOW RIGHTFULLY CANON]

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I’ll be drawing for the bonus liveblog around the start of THE GIFTENING 2020 (currently looking to be Monday, 11 January 2021). Each bonus question is another chance to earn an entry! I CAN ABSOLUTELY AND SHAMELESSLY BE BOUGHT.

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[fafulous]

The Maiden’s Touch

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Royalty AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The King is sick and you’re there in his quarters at the wrong time.

A/N (EDIT): I AM turning this into a series! (Happy Birthday @padmaaavati)

The King is Sick. This was the constant statement that was chanted under everyone's lips as they carried on with their works.

You reached the corridor that leads to the King's chambers. As you neared the huge sliver encrusted door, your heart sped faster. After all, you were going to enter the King's bedchambers for the first time. But the only thing that calmed your senses was the absence of the King.

Clear instructions were given by Sir Rogers that you were to change the Bed linen and sheets of the King's bedding. The past 12 hours have reeked of the King's sickness, and you were assigned to Sanitize before the King returns from his bath.

You've never seen the king for you were new to the Kingdom of Barnes. But you have heard from Natalia and Wanda that he is everything a woman would want. You even heard Sir Samuel mention how his appearance melts any woman who sets her eyes on him.

But most importantly you heard that he was a kind, generous king who always took an interest in smaller things in life.

You found refuge here thanks to the kind Sir Steven and Dame Margaret. Soon to be wedded, both of them found you in a distressed, traumatic state while they were frolicking around in the forests like any other couple would. When you recovered, thanks to the Kingdom's finest healers, you confided to Margaret and Steven about your past. Empathising with you, the pair ensured you could start a fresh, new life at the kingdom as a common helper.

Snapping out of thoughts, you came back to reality as you stood in front of two guards, loyally and fiercely guarding the door of their King. The door itself was glorious, intricate veins of silver spread throughout the dark wooden door.

"I was sent to change the linen of his Majesty."

They moved their ginormous physique to let you in and you slowly pushed the heavy door with your shoulder, linens being held by you with both your arms.

Before you could even take in the grandeur of his Majesty's room, two handmaidens came running out of the king's bath with straight faces, heads low. You stood there, in an expectation for any order perhaps?

You heard them quickly mumble to you that his majesty wished to be left alone in his bath, followed by a questionable look.

"Well, don't just stand there! Do your work and get out!"

Sighing, you began carrying out your duties once you reached his huge bed. It could fit a family of three you wondered.

"It's a mighty fine bed. Let's get to work Y/N," you whispered softly to motivate yourself.

While removing the sheets you noticed how they were soiled they were with probably sweat and vomit. Poor King, you wondered.

But you were used to it back at home. No. Your former home, fortunately. Now your home was at the Servant quarters along with Natalia and Wanda.

You were so immersed with work as you took care of the final tucks of the pillow covers, you began humming with no clear intentions as to who was watching you.

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James Buchanan Barnes remembers clearly mentioning that he was to be left alone by those annoying handmaidens. He felt irritated by their presence, maybe perhaps of the sickness.

He came out of his luxurious bath and made his way to his bed, putting on the finest white linen cloaks that he wore when he resumes to slumber every day.

But he was so dizzy, it took him some time to realise that it wasn't one of those handmaidens but someone else standing near his bed.

Someone new. Someone foreign.

In an act of defence, before haze and dizziness took over him, he shouted: "Who are you?"

You let out a small yelp in fear and turned around to see a tall, muscular figure with eyes half-closed, who kept leaning forward. The minute you realised he was the King who was going to faint, you ran towards him to catch him.

Instinctively, you held on to his sides, his head falling on to your shoulder and his black hair tickling your chin. The height difference was much for the King was well built. You could feel the outline of his muscles on your chest, while you involuntarily took in the scent of his freshly bathed self. Lavenders and Rose oils maybe?

Meanwhile, James realised quickly realised he was about to fall unconscious on this woman. He tried to grip on to anything but her.

And he failed, miserably.

He held her by the hips, trying not to exert too much of his weight on her for he was frightened about the prospect of hurting this woman.

You don't know how you did it, but you slowly stumbled backwards, step by step. The only goal you could focus on now was to land the King on to the bed safely. It was considered easy, for the King was clearly trying to cooperate with you.

Turning around at the right time, you seated the King on to his bed and immediately took a few steps back. It's the first time you're getting to see the King, that got you jittery alright. But to touch him? While he touched you? You thought you were going to melt any moment from his possible anger.

"Y-Your majesty? Are you well? Can I get you something?"

James just nodded his head in sideways, trying to get rid of the haze that clouded his eyes.

"Please accept my apology, your majesty. I was sent here to change the dirty linen. I did not mean to intrude on your private space and time."

James took his time to regain sense and took in your stature. You had your head bowed down as if you committed a mistake. He realised he was gazing you for too long for he noticed how your skin tone glistened in the morning sunlight; Those lashes of yours blinking towards the ground, James silently pleading for them to look up and meet his gaze.

He noticed you wore the beige apron tied around your waist, realising you were after all not a handmaiden but a helper. A newly appointed helper perhaps?

"No no, you see I made a false conclusion looking at you. I um- nevermind," he nodded sideways, the heels of his palms rubbing his eyes "I apologise for startling you and falling on you too, didn't quite see you there."

"Please don't apologize, your majesty," you nervously stated with your head down, "I should have made my presence known," you uttered, not able to ignore the lingering grip of the King on your hips. It didn’t hurt, but he made a fine impression alright.

You looked up slowly taking a glance of his freshly bathed state and bowing down quickly. He still looked terribly weak. Its been a day since the King was announced sick. Gosh was no one taking care of him properly?

After a while, James looked up to see the woman still standing there. He broke the silence for he could clearly see how discomforted you were and he hated that he was the reason for it. Stupid King Status.

"So you said you came here to change the sheets?"

"Yes, your majesty,"

"You can look at me and talk to me, my lady. I wonder what is so fascinating about the white carpet."

Not expecting that reply, you looked up at him with confusion etched on your features. Firstly he called you "my lady". Secondly, to look at the king? What a blasphemous act you wondered.

"I thought I have asked Peter to be sent to clear the sheets?"

"If you didn't mind Majesty, Peter is too young and Dame Margaret thought it would be unwise to send a young boy to be exposed to this kind of sickness," you stated, hands fidgeting for it was too alien to speak to your King with straight eye contact.

"And it was okay for a fine, young woman like you to be exposed?"

Heat rushed to your face as you couldn't stop grinning. Was it normal for the men of this land to talk such sweet words casually? Fine young woman. 

"It's alright your majesty. It's my duty to do so and besides, I have done this before."

James wanted to ask more about her. Her name at least for starters. But he noticed something that made his heart stop. A circular burn with a cross in between was ingrained on the back of your right hand, resembling a hot brand pressed on to the supple skin.

The king couldn't even implore on the subject for a fit of coughs caught hold of him. He held on to his chest and covered his mouth, trying to subdue it. There was no use, the pain was too much.

He felt a palm running down his spine, trying to soothe the pain he was already facing. He could've reacted for no one was allowed to touch the king as per his orders. It did soothe him, unlike the mundane help and comfort offered by the healers, nurses and handmaidens.

James came to senses that it was this very same girl was trying to alleviate his pain. He focused on her feather touch for a while but it was too much. He pitied himself, for he couldn't take that touch anymore.

Cursed. That's what he thought he was, for any personal or intimate touches after a certain amount of time immediately triggered unwelcoming memories.

The minute you felt the King flinch, you realised you made a terrible mistake. The intention was to offer comfort to the struggling king. Even apologising seemed too late.

They were interrupted by the doors being opened by a disgruntled Sir Steven, accompanied with the handmaidens. Steven looked shocked upon your proximity to the King but didn't dare open his mouth. But the handmaidens on the other hand-

"Good gosh you woman how dare you?”

"I-I'm sorry,” you just couldn’t find your words, “I was j-just...his m-majesty was-"

"Fool don't you know? You're not supposed to touch the King?"

"Are you alright your majesty?"

"How dare you, you little wen-"

"ENOUGH!”

Sir Steven looked extremely livid. You had no idea what to do, for you had never seen Steven react with such intensity. You didn't dare to look him into his eyes, but you did.

But instead, you were welcomed with warm eyes, for Sir Steven took you as a sister. He would never ever find an excuse to be angry at you, albeit even trespassing an informal order.

The two handmaidens gave you a snarky look, making you feel like a speck of dust in this grand, glorious room. You didn't know them personally apart from flaunting how they get to enter and exit the Kings quarters without any qualms. They approached the King with deft steps and helped him lie back on the headboard with adequate cushions.

You took this as an opportunity to leave, for it was too much to bear. You noticed how the King kept looking at you to as if he was displeased by this dramatic interruption.

James wanted to apologize again. It wasn't your fault that he was cursed to feel that way. Cursed to flinch forever when someone touched him for too long. No one knew why, except for his dear confidant.

You curtsied low to your King and Sir Steve and walked away with the dirty sheets before the tears decided to make an appearance in front of these people. Before you did so, you uttered an apology to the King so quickly, that he couldn’t react.

James wanted to call her back and shut these two handmaidens out immediately. To tell her, and to comfort her that it wasn’t her fault at all. She was definitely new. What was she going to think about him, the King?

How dare they raise their voices at her?

But his energy levels didn't permit him to voice out his feelings. He did, however, catch his energy after a minute.

"You've done your job. You both can leave now."

"B-but your majesty. You look so weak-"

"You dare disobey me?"

That was enough to tame these two. He wondered if they couldn't find anyone else to be his helper. Glaring at them, with his half-lidded eyes, the two of them decided to leave but were stopped by Steven.

"I have given Margaret certain instructions. Report to her and return before noon with the King's meal."

The two curtsied low to both of them and made their beeline towards the Kitchen.

Steven made his way closer to James. He was not only his King but his confidant. James and Steven knew each other since they were toddlers. James would sneak out of the castle and into the town to meet his dear friend. Of course, Steve's family were a part of common folk but it never stopped James from befriending him.

James loved Steven so much that he refused to undergo the swordsmanship training during his youth unless he accompanied him as well. As years passed by, Steve received Knighthood from James' father right before his demise.

Their friendship could move mountains. That's what the bards would say. James and Steven truly believed so, that's how much they trusted each other.

"Buck, they're supposed to be with you at all costs," he instructed, "What if you had fallen unconscious?"

I almost did you fool.

"Its no difference to me. I don't need them," he argued back. Frankly, he was just irritated that he was in a compromised state thanks to the flu. He was further irritated for the ill-treatment of that dear woman who was helping him out.

"Bucky-"

"Everyone is just running around in the name of my sickness and not getting anything done,. Especially what I want," he whispered hoarsely with amused, his eyes opening and closing from the tiredness. Except for her, she was comforting me like a normal human. "I don't want to argue with you pal."

Steven nodded and announced that he'll see him at noon to ensure if he had eaten.

"By the way, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm, who is she?"

Seeing Steven's smirk, James realised that he stated his question out loud.

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Part 2

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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

New Fic!

What May Said- happyaspie

Summary: When May goes out of town for a week to attend her best friend's wedding she allows Peter to remain in New York under Tony's care... but not before giving the man a list of rules to follow. Peter ends up being less than thrilled by how his time at the tower starts but with time, comes understanding. ...for both Tony and Peter.

-or- Nearly 5,000 words of Tony being an annoying helicopter dad.

Warnings: None  Rated: G Word Count: 4846

Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker’s Parental Figure, Tony Stark is Trying his Best, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro...  ...

It took less than forty-eight hours for Peter to begin regretting his agreement to stay with Tony while his aunt was off somewhere in Florida attending her best friend's wedding.  Of course, he'd been given the option to come along as her plus one and spend a week at the beach but he'd declined in favor of his vigilantism.   He couldn't be Queen's friendly neighborhood Spider-man if he as laying around on the beach for six days.  However, bringing up his heroism as the main cause of his reluctance to join, may not have been the best idea.  

"You know, as much as I love and respect your choice to go out and gallivant all over the city helping people, I'm not sure I want you doing that without me here," May had said when he'd first brought it up.

"I'd been doing it for months before you ever even found out about it and I was fine," Peter had replied without thought.  Once again, realizing too late that maybe that hadn't been the right thing to say.

May marginally agreed with a nod of her head but clearly wasn't anywhere near convinces. "That may be so," she said, -"but now I know and I can't help but worry about you.  What if something happens to you while I'm gone?  -and who's going to make sure you do your homework before you go out and enforce your curfew?" he asked with mild concern.

"I'll be fine May.  It's six days and only three of them are actual school days.  I have Monday off," Peter had tried to reason but it was of no use.  He could see the wheels in his aunt's head-turning and knew that if he wanted to be able to stay home, he needed to think fast.  "If it'll make you feel better, I could stay with Ned," he said with a wave of his hand, hoping that offering to sleepover at his best friend's house would be a good compromise but clearly it wasn't.

With a knowing smile, May had crossed her arms over he chest and shook her head. "No way.  If you're going to stay here, I want you and your alter-ego to be under some sort of supervision, and Ms. Leeds had no idea that you're Spider-man."  

Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes and suggested the only other solution he could come up with. "What if I stay with Mr. Stark?  I stay there all the time on the weekends.  I'm sure he won't mind.  It might even be fun," he'd proposed even though he wasn't actually sure if Tony would mind or not.  He didn't actually have any idea how his mentor typically spent his time during the week, though he assumed much of it was dedicated to working in his lab or going to meetings.

After some thought, it had been decided that staying at the tower would be sufficient and Tony had eagerly agreed.   When May had said that she needed to talk to him in order to 'lay down some ground rules' Peter had been somewhat annoyed but not really worried about it.  Seeing as he would be expected to be in school while she was gone, he'd gone ahead and assumed that she wanted to talk to him about homework and what time school started and whatnot.  Things that, technically, he could handle all by himself but he'd not wanted to argue and end up being forced to accompany her to the wedding.

As the date grew closer, Peter started to become more and more excited about the idea of living with Tony Stark for a week.  If the weekends were any indication then it was going to mean, a lot of take-out, goofing off around the penthouse and late nights in the lab.  He knew he would still have to go to school and he was definitely planned to patrol regularly but he was looking forward to the change of pace that would be in between.  He was sure it was going to be the best week of his life.

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It felt like an eternity but eventually, the day came.  Peter hugged his aunt on his way out the door and endured what felt like the longest school day in the history of school days, waiting for the last bell to ring.  Even then, he couldn't get to the tower fast enough.  Public transportation seemed to be taking forever and he wholly regretted not taking Tony up on the offer to have Happy pick him up.   However, the moment the bus finally paused at his stop, he went straight up to Tony's private floor, where he was met by the man himself.  Though, he was looking decidedly dismayed.  

"Is that blood?" Tony asked, never taking his off of where Peter's fingers were just peeking out of his sweater's overly long sleeves.  "What happened?"

"Huh?" Peter replied as he followed Tony's gaze towards his right hand and held it up to inspect it.  The man wasn't wrong.  There was a small amount of blood dried around the tip of his ring finger.  He didn' think it was that big of a deal.  Especially since it took him several seconds to put together why his finger had been bleeding at all. "-Oh.  My nail kept snagging on my sweater so I tried to bite it and it kind of ripped.  I'm okay," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders but his mentor looked far from placated.

With a deep sigh, Tony took two long strides towards where Peter was still examining his hand.  "You know," he said as he tried to get a better look at the damage himself.  "May said for me to make sure that you don't get hurt while you're here.  -and what do you do?  You walk in, first thing, with blood on your fingers.  Did you wash it?" he asked, more as a prompt than an inquiry.  Obviously the kid hadn't washed it.  

"Um..." Peter replied with a glint of a smile crossing his face.  He wasn't really sure what to make of the dramatics.  

Ignoring the mirthful look he was receiving, Tony took the boy by the shoulder and guided him towards the kitchen sink.  "Come on, kid.  Let's go get that cleaned up."

Peter followed along, all the way up until the man started pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink.  Then he just laughed.  "You know, it's probably already healed, right? I just need to wash my hands," he stated but when Tony glared at him, he relented. "Alright, geez.  Whatever," he said, holding his hand out so that his mentor could pour peroxide over the practically non-existent injury.

Once he had been released from the kitchen with a bandaid wrapped around the tip of his finger, Peter carried his backpack into his room.  As he piled what little bit of homework he had onto his desk he involuntarily shook his head.  He wondered what exactly May had said to make Tony react as he had over something so mundane. He was pretty sure that when May had told the man not to let him get hurt, that him picking at his nails had been the least of her concerns.

The work that he'd been assigned took no time at all and Peter was soon wandering back into the living area, already suited up, ready to grab a snack before taking off.  That was the routine that he and May had long since established and he assumed that Tony had been filled in on that.   That is until the man he spotted the man staring at him from across the room with a confused look across his face.  

"Are you going out already?" Tony asked as his eyes flicked between Peter and the large clock on the wall.  The kid had been there for less than an hour and he wasn't one hundred percent convinced that enough time had passed for any kind of homework to have been completed.  Not that he had any idea how long it should take but considering that the boy went to an advanced math and science school, he assumed it would take a while.

"Uh... Yes?" Peter replied, while hurriedly scarfing down a granola bar and a couple of cheese sticks.  He couldn't quite sort out where that question was coming from.  

"You did all of your homework already?" Tony asked dubiously.  

Peter nodded his head, wiped the crumbs off of his hands over the sink, and downed a glass of water before answering.  "All of it except studying for Spanish but I can do that when I get back," he said as he checked his web-fluid cartridges and started towards the door that led to the balcony he often leaped from.  However, before he could cross the room, his mentor stepped between him and the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Nuh-uh.  Go back to your room and study," Tony said, gesturing wildly towards the hallway behind the kitchen.  "May said I'm supposed to double-check that all of your homework is done before allowing you to go out and it's not, so, go."

For a second, Peter cocked his head to the side in bemusement.  He'd not meant to imply that he'd skipped out on some kind of big assignment.  He just needed to go over a few things for an upcoming test.  "It's just some flashcards, Mr. Stark," he clarified, "I can look at them before I go to bed."

"Nope," Tony said with full authority before nudging the teenager away from the door.  "In fact, why don't you go get them?  I'll sit down and go over them with you," he added because that seemed like the best way to guarantee that the kid actually got it done.  

With a roll of his eyes, Peter tried to duck out of the hand that was still persistently prodding at his shoulder.  "I don't need you to-" he began before deciding that it would be easier to just give in to the situation.  It wasn't like there was much to study.  Arguing would take up more time than the flashcards would.  "- Alright.  I'll go get them."

The second Peter out of the building he sighed in relief.  Tony had been acting weird since he'd arrived and for the first time ever, he was happy to be outside of his presence for a while.  Though given the way afternoon had gone, he half expected the man to call and check up on him at least once while he was but that never happened.  He was even more surprised when he climbed back into the penthouse that evening, that the man wasn't sitting there waiting for him.

Assuming that FRIDAY had already told Tony that he was home and without injury, Peter went over to the fridge and warmed up some leftovers.  The sandwich he'd bought earlier hadn't stuck with him and he was practically starving.  He took his time finishing his plate, cleaned up after himself, and then went to take a shower and change into his pajamas before flopping onto his bed.  He'd just finished texting Ned and was just getting into the book that MJ had loaned him when Tony came into the room without so much as a knock.

"Why are you up?  It's past eleven and you have school tomorrow," Tony asked from where he'd paused in the doorway.  

"Ten-forty-five is my curfew, not my bedtime, Mr. Stark," Peter gently teased before trying to bring his attention back to his book.  

"I'm pretty sure the whole point of the curfew is to keep you from staying up all night.  May said that you're supposed to get a minimum of eight hours of sleep.  That means you should be asleep by eleven-thirty," Tony said, already crossing the room with the intention of prying reading material out of the kid's hands.  He'd just managed to get his fingers on it when the teenager jerked it out of his reach.

"-Mr. Stark!" Peter squawked, still keeping a tight grip in the book.   "I'm reading.  It's not like I'm playing video games and chugging energy drinks," he complained but his words didn't seem to affect his mentor at all.  The man, while no longer trying to get the book out of his sticky hands, was still looking at him with his brows knit together.

Not looking to start a fight but also not wanting to give in so easily, Peter tossed the book onto the bedside table with more force than necessary.  "Fine.  I'm going to bed," he said and then poignantly rolled over so that his back was to the door.  Yet even with all of his irritation, he couldn't stop himself from tacking on a quiet, "Good-night, Mr. Stark," once the man had turned off his lamp for him.

"Good-night, Buddy," Tony softly returned, patting the disgruntles kid gently on the back as he clicked the door closed

Peter went right to sleep and by morning, the previous day's irritation had already been forgotten.  He rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen to have some juice, and then popped back into his room to get ready for the day.  He realized as he was throwing his clothes on that he still didn't really know what Tony did while he was at school but he assumed that whatever it was didn't require him to be up at seven-thirty in the morning.  As such, when he heard his name being called as he ran towards the elevator, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Hey, Pete!  Where the fire?" Tony chuckled from the kitchen.  When his early alarm had done off, he'd considered not getting up to see the kid off but now he was glad he had.  Apparently the boy was planning on bolting out the door without eating any breakfast and he wasn't about to let that happen.  "Get back over here and eat something"

"I had some juice when I got up, Mr. Stark, and I'm going to buy some doughnuts on the way to school," Peter said with a smile.  He appreciated that his mentor wanted to make sure that he was eating but he already had that covered.  The plan was to grab something from the corner store so there would be time to meet up with Ned before class.  They had a lot to talk about.

"Doughnuts aren't exactly a healthy breakfast, kiddo," Tony said with a smile.  He knew it was a little hypocritical considering he only planned on having a few cups of coffee to start the day but the kid didn't need to know that.  "I bought some yogurt and there's a whole bowl of fruit here on the counter.  How about some of that instead?"

"You made me chocolate chip waffles for breakfast just last Saturday," Peter blandly returned, though he was quick to note that his mentor looked completely unimpressed by his assessment.

"Yeah, but this is a school day and May said that I needed to make sure you were eating things with actual nutritional value while you were here," Tony returned without missing a beat.  

"Well, the good news is that I have an enhanced metabolism.  I make sure to double up on the veggies at lunch," Peter replied before turning his back to leave.  "Bye, Mr.-" he began but was interrupted when banana hit him right smack in the back of his head.  "Hey!  What was that for?" he called out over his shoulder with a glare.

Rather than answering the question, Tony pointed towards the fruit that was still laying on the floor at the kid's feet and gritted his teeth.  "Eat the banana and then you can go," he hissed.  All he wanted the kid to do was to eat something of substance before he left and the boy was being difficult. It was annoying and he suddenly wondered if that was what Rhodey felt like every time he had to drag him away from his books, to the campus cafeteria while they were at MIT.  He made a mental note to, sort of, apologize for that at some point.  Then his thoughts were interrupted by the kid shouting at him.

"You can just throw food at me and think that-" Peter started to growl, still rubbing the back of his head where the fruit had struck him.  It hadn't hurt so much as he was trying to make a point.  Although that point was tossed to the side the moment Tony picked up an apple and it looked like he was about to throw that at him too.  "-Okay, okay.  I get it.  I'll eat the stupid banana. Are you happy now?" he asked, as he aggressively tugged at the peel and took a bite.

"Yes.  Very," Tony said with an approving nod of his head.  Then he smiled sweetly and told the kid to have a good day before disappearing down the hall with a mug of coffee in his hands.  

After that, going to school almost seemed like a blessing.  He still managed to get there early and sat on the steps sharing his hurriedly purchased doughnuts with his best friend while he ranted about the previous twenty-four hours.  "It's crazy!  He's crazy.  I'm telling you, Ned, he worse than May.  It's weird," he grumbled while Ned smiled back at him.  "-and It's not funny."

"It kind of is," Ned replied as he pulled the last sugary pastry out of the bag and broke it in two.  "He's acting like your dad and, I'm sorry, but that's hilarious," he elaborated with a grin, offering his friend, the slightly larger half.  

While Ned was willing to laugh it all off, Peter wasn't.  He'd been expecting to have an easy-going care-free week, out from under May's watchful eye. Tony taking over her role with such vigor had been unexpected but he tried to stay optimistic, hoping that by the time he got back to the tower, the man would be back to his usual laid-back, if not slightly sarcastic self.    

Except it would not work out that way.  He left school in a generally good mood, followed Ned home so that they could exchange some quick notes and then caught the next bus to Manhattan.  Upon his arrival, he took the elevator straight to the penthouse to get started on his homework and was met at the door by his mentor who looked five kinds of frazzled.  "Uh... is everything okay, Mr. Stark?" he asked, wondering what could have possibly happened to make the man appear as though he'd been trying to pull his hair out.  

"Where have you been!  I've been looking all over for you!" Tony barked in return, while simultaneously pulling Peter into a nearly strangling hug.  

"I went to Ned's house after school for a few minutes," Peter replied while rapidly tapping the man's arm in an attempt to get him to let up.  Once he'd been released, he took an overly dramatic breath and shook his backpack and jacket off onto the floor.   "We're doing a history project together and I needed to get his notes so I can start my part of it."

"-And you didn't think to tell me that you were going to be late?" Tony questioned in a tone that was somewhere between relieved and mildly annoyed.  He knew the day hadn't exactly started out on the right foot and had been a little worried that the kid had decided to not come back.  He'd spent the last ten minutes wondering how he was supposed to explain that to May without her climbing through the phone to strangle him.  He was sure if anyone could do that, it would be her.

"Honestly?" Peter replied with a defeated sigh, "No, because it's not that big of a deal, Mr. Stark.  I'm only twenty-five minutes later than I was yesterday," he said because it wasn't.  He could understand the man being upset if he'd walked in an hour later than expected but twenty-five minutes?  That was nothing.  Especially when you thought about how bad New York traffic could get at times.  

"I was worried, Pete!" Tony strained.  "May said for me to make sure that you get to and from school every day and you couldn't be bothered to let me know that you would be late?" he asked, gesturing towards the kid's backpack.  "You have a phone, you know."

That was it.  That was all Peter could take before he finally snapped.  "Would you stop it!  I'm sorry I didn't call you or something but you're acting all crazy over nothing.  Even May wouldn't freak out over less than half an hour and it's not like you called me either!" he shouted, instantly regretting it when his mentor raised an eyebrow at the volume.  

"No," Tony replied with less aggravation than he was feeling.  Some of it towards himself.  He knew Peter was right, he probably should have tried to call before anything else but he'd automatically assumed that the kid had jumped straight into the spider-suit rather than returning home.  When he'd not gotten a location he'd worried that the tracker had been removed again and had been solely focused on that.  "I was too busy checking the suit to make sure you didn't sneak off early,  May said-"

"-Oh my god!  Enough of what May said!  Just stop it.  You're not actually in charge of me and I don't need you micromanaging everything I do!" Peter pressed, turning around the moment he'd said his piece to stomp off towards his room.  

The room quickly grew quiet and Tony was suddenly ambushed by a mixture of hurt and remorse.  It hadn't been his intention to make the kid feel like he was being excessively authoritative.  He'd just been trying to do the right thing.  May had adamantly drilled it into his head that Peter staying for the week was very different than him staying for the weekend and had made him swear to keep tabs on the teenager's safety and well being for the duration of her absence.  She'd said, she trusted him and he'd not wanted to mess that up.  Though it seemed he'd messed up anyway, just not in the way he'd expected.  

With a deep sigh, Tony ran his hands down his face and dropped down onto the couch.  He considered calling May and asking her what he was supposed to do but decided against it.  He figured that since he'd dug himself into the hole, that he could dig himself out.  Starting with an apology.  Though, he opted to give the kid a little while to cool off first.  Just enough time for him to throw some premade cookie dough into the oven, pour a glass of milk and place it all onto a tray.

With everything balanced, on one hand, Tony knocked lightly on the kid's door.  When he was given the okay to enter, he tentatively stepped in.  "A cookie for your thoughts?" he asked as he placed the tray onto the corner of the boy's desk that didn't have homework strew across it.  

Rather than accepting or even declining the way, gooey offering, Peter dropped his pencil and sighed.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark.  It's just that, that-" he said, pausing briefly to collect his thoughts,  "-Usually when I come over here it's fun but this time it's been different and I hate it," he finished, chacing only one small glance Tony's direction.  He wasn't trying to sound ungrateful.  He just needed the man to understand why he was so frustrated.  

Tony chuckled a little at the kid's hesitation.  "Yeah, well, If it makes you feel any better, this hasn't exactly been thrilling for me either," he said with a long sigh, "-but this is the first time your aunt has said that she actually trusted me with you and I didn't want to screw it up," he added before allowing his frown to morph back into a mirthful smirk.  "She's scary when she's mad."

Peter laughed because he couldn't disagree with that.  May was a little scary when she was mad.  "Yeah, she is," he agreed with a nod of his head. "It's just that she gave you all of these rules and stuff but she's not even that strict about them. I mean, she is, she just doesn't get all crazy over them.  Like, she lets me stay up and read in my bed and she doesn't freak out if I don't come straight home from school," he said.

"I guess I can understand that, Kiddo," Tony said, grabbing Peter's shoulder so that he could spin him around in the swivel chair that he was seated in.  Once he had the boy's attention on him he smiled.  "I didn't mean to stress you out  I was just wanted to prove to your aunt that I could do this and I don't even know why," he continued with a roll of his eyes. At that point, he really wasn't sure what he'd been thinking.  "You're right.  I was being over the top."

"Maybe just a little," Peter replied with a small half-smile.

Tony chuckled, Patted, the teenager on the knee, and handed him a cookie.  "I think we should probably talk about all of this.  You can tell me where I went all crazy so that the rest of the week can go by a bit more smoothly.  What do you say?" he asked with a gentle smile.  He wasn't sure why he'd not done that in the first place.  Peter was a good kid.  He should have known that the boy didn't need anyone breathing down his neck for him to do the right things.  He wondered if May's insistence had been about ensuring that he would behave, more so than Peter.  Now that he thought about it, everything she'd said could probably be translated to, 'Don't hide in your lab, have something besides pizza in your freezer, don't keep him up at all hours and don't you dare encourage him to skip school,' he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.

"Sure," Peter replied. He was more than willing to have that discussion.  Especially if it meant things could go back to something a bit more 'normal.'

"Great." Tony said with a clap of his hands.  "Why don't you go ahead and finish up your homework and maybe hang out here for the afternoon.  I can order some Thai food for an early dinner if you'd like, and then you can go swing around the city for a little while after."

Peter grinned and squinted his eyes into a playful glare.  "That depends.  Are you going to throw a banana at my head if I eat around some of the vegetables?" he asked, working hard to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape him.

"Nah,  I'll throw a carrot at your head instead," Tony instantly replied.  "The bananas are for breakfast."

"Mr. Stark!" Peter dramatically whined, breaking into a laugh at the end.  Things already seemed better.  Tony had admitted that he'd been being a little overbearing and that was enough to allow himself to relax again.    

With a smile, Tony sighed in relief.  He'd not realized how much he loved and had been missing the sound of Peter's laugh until that very minute.  "Oh, stop with the whining and finish your homework," he teased as he gently swatted at the boy's thigh.  Then just before he got up from where he'd settled himself on the edge of the bed, he glanced towards the work piled up on the desk.  "Do you need any help with anything before I go?"

Peter opened his mouth to say that he had it under control but he stopped himself before he could get the words out. Ned's comment about the man acting like his dad was suddenly hitting him pretty hard.  He could see that now and it made him smile a little.  "I guess you could help me study for my Spanish test if you want to, Mr. Stark," he said, as he casually took another cookie off of the tray.

"I'd love to, Pete," Tony replied and accepted the stack of cards being handed to him. "Eres mi pequeño araña," he said with a soft smile.

Peter offered his mentor one of the many cookies that were still sitting between them and smiled back.  "I'm pretty sure that's not going to be on the test but, sure.  Soy tu pequeño araña," he said and from there, the remainder of his time there went without incident.  As long as you didn't count the mild argument that took place the following evening when Peter called Raiders of the Lost Arc 'a really old movie.'

" Peter Benjamin Parker, I swear to god, that's it.  Go to your room and don't come out.  I'm watching this by myself."

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Annual Halloween Imagines: day 6

Imagine: being reunited by your long lost love Sirius black on halloween

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Learning about your former lovers escape from Azkaban by Aurors trying too recapture Sirius you were sitting in your bookstore stunned that Sirius black a convicted death eater. Who helped kill your best friend Lily and James escaped the most secure prison in the entire magical world. You instantly wrote a owl too Remus who you were still close with even after graduating from Hogwarts he was working at Hogwarts and you wrote too make sure too watch out for Harry. You haven’t seen Harry Potter since Dumbledore took him too living with his aunt and uncle. A year went on with no word about Sirius he was still at large. You had unexpected visits from the ministry of magic every month. Where they check out your house and store too make sure you weren’t habouring Sirius.

You. Weren’t! But you understood why they were doing it. You spoke up against everyone you didn’t believe Sirius killed peter or would harm James, Lily or Harry at all. But he was convicted. Sirius once convicted too Azkaban refused too accept your owls. It hurt but after time your heart healed from the break. And you moved on. It was a year later, Sirius was still at large, Hogwarts was having the tri wizard torment. (You heard from Remus that Harry was involved and you wrote a letter too Dumbledore asking how could he be so reckless and careless with Harry too allow him too attend! Remus wrote you a owl asking too see you.

Which you happily agreed too. Remus and you have lunch often lately he’s been too busy since being sacked from Hogwarts because. It came out that he was a werewolf. Meeting Remus at a local muggle Café. It wasn’t unlike Remus too pick some place so mundane. It was close too your shop. As you sat having a hot chocolate waiting for Remus. You were stunned when in his place. Sirius arrived. He was wearing a nice velvet suit as he had a combed beard and he’s hair was brushed and he looked handsome. Even after all this time you still saw Sirius the boy who held your heart. Who you loved madly.as a teeenager. Your eyes grew large seeing him as he shifted sitting across from you.

“hello.”

“What- what you dong here?” You leaned forward as he spoke “I took Remus’ owl.. and I pretended too be him.. too write you too come see me.. if Remus knew I was here. He would – probably jink us both.” He smiled. Weakly as you reached over going too grab his arm. But you stopped yourself too stare at him, ‘Sirius -they are looking for you.”

“I know- but- I had too see you..how are you?”

Your snorted hearing his question as you spoke “the Ministry comes too my house and my store monthly checking for you.I’ve been questioned for hundred of hours- wait!’ You stopped your rant when it computed in your mind, “you used Remus owl?”

He nodded his head as you spoke, “Remus- you been staying with Remus this entire time?”

“Yes- it.. I went too protect Harry last year. It was peter who did It. I swear Y/N!” He reached over as the sever came over handing you both a halloween cupcake

“Free Halloween cupcakes. Happy Halloween!”

You both thanked her as Sirius reached over grabbing your hands. “I swear- Y/N, I- I would Never betray James or Lily. Or Remus or you.”

Looking at him you spoke, “How long?”

He tensed up as he recognized that tone. The tone that even scared him. Years later since hearing it last. It was the Tone you used when he tried too prank Severus Snape too Far.

“Remus didn’t believe you- How long has he known?”

“Since Harry proved Peter was still alive.. he helped me get close too the castle- we almost had Peter..”

“when was this Sirius?”

“End of last school year..”

You looked at his cupcake as you grabbed it, “you don’t deserve this cupcake! Your telling me! Remus has known about this- for months and I was left in the dark.. you been out for a year and you come back now?”

“Remus told me you were happy- and being watched I’m- I wanted too see you sooner.”

You bite into your cupcake as he spoke, “you never married.”

Looking at Sirius he stared at you as you spoke, “No-“

“why not?”

You rolled your eyes grabbing his cupcake as you smeared it over his face. He gasped as it fell onto the table as you spoke, “your going too take me too Remus. So I can pouch him in the face!”

“Yes luv.”

Getting out into the street you grabbed onto Sirius as you zapped over too Remus’s place. He rubbed his face as as you finished your cupcake as he lead you inside.

“REMUS LUPIN YOU GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE. NOW!”

Hearing nothing Sirius spoke, “he’s not here.. he’s at work.”

Turning too Sirius he looked at you as he spoke, ‘you are as beauitful as the day first met you.”

Looking at Sirius you shook your head laughingweakly you couldn’t take him serious with black and orange icing over his face. “You look old.” He chuckled softly as you reached over getting some icing from his cheek. He grinned as you shook your head looking away from him , “I’m still mad at you.”

“its okay. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for the lost years.”

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I Want You Back (Part 5)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter was too blind to realize that you were slipping through his fingers

Word Count: 2,907

Warning: Angst

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But now since I see you in his arms~

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It had been three weeks since you had broken up with Peter. Three long painful weeks of trying to get over Peter while also being asked by what seemed to be the entire population of Midtown Tech, "What happened?" Most of them had been under the assumption you two hadn't been together for a while, but once they realized you had dropped him altogether, they couldn't help but ask.

But your answer was always the same, "We just grew apart." 

However in a surprising turn of events, your saving grace ended up being Brad. As planned the two of you met up the Saturday after you broke up with Peter and the night had turned from completing the project to you venting about the break up, with Brad listening attentively.

And the Monday after the break up, Peter had stuck to your word and hadn't said a single syllable to you, in fact he hadn't even glanced your way, which you hated to admit really fucking hurt. You know what you said, but this just further proved your thought that he wasn't in love with you anymore. But nonetheless, no words were spoken to each other which made your lunch period pretty awkward, for you at least. Because you decided not to sit in your usual spot, MJ was out that day so you ended up taking a seat at an empty table and ate your lunch by yourself, ignoring the glances Ned sent your way. You ate for about ten minutes in silence before Brad had come over, asking if he could sit with you. You easily agreed, since you'd rather eat your lunch with someone rather than by yourself and you did really enjoy Brad's company, it was also an excuse to get some more of your project done, but deep down you knew there was a part of you that just wanted to spite Peter. 

In the weeks to come you found comfort in MJ and Ned since they were still two of your best friends, but you also found yourself getting closer to Brad more and more. 

He was a breath of freah air, and even after the two of you completed your history project which you had ended up getting a 100 on, he still wanted to spend time with you. Of course you knew part of his reasoning was because he still had a bit of a crush on you but you also knew that he just wanted to genuinely be your friend. He helped you through youe break up and on certain days where you felt like you could barely get out of bed he would end up skipping school entirely and making sure you were okay instead.

You were in shock really, of how easily Brad was able to get your mind off Peter, and it was a great feeling for your mind to not be consumed by him anymore. The more time you spent with him during your lunch period, the more you noticed your eyes not being drawn to Peter anymore. So you actually ended up getting really close with Brad in those few weeks, closer than you ever thought you could be with him.

Unfortunately MJ caught on. She told you it was a dangerous game you were playing, because she believed that you were going to end up using Brad as your rebound. But quite frankly, you didn't care. You weren't pursuing a relationship, you were going to him for comfort, and yes maybe there were a few lingering touches and maybe there was some playful flirting, but you just broke up with Peter not that long ago, and you weren't one of those girls that just moved onto the next guy... well, at least that's what you believed. 

But quite honestly... it wouldn't hurt to have a boyfriend that treated you the same way Brad did. 

You were actually happy for once.

Meanwhile Peter on the other hand had been going through the motions after the break up quite differently.

But to put it simply... Peter just felt numb.

He ignored the pain and emerged himself into the whole Spider-Man gig that much more. He spent his days patrolling from the minute he got out of school to the early hours of the morning. He ignored the break up. He refused to think about it too long, and bottled up all of his feelings on the matter.

But, he had to admit he was a little worried by how easy it was to forget you. It made him finally acknowledge how little attention he had been giving you, but before he could think too much about it he'd find a way to distract himself.

Everyone around him had been worried with how he was dealing with the situation, he had been moody and would snap at anyone that even mentioned your name. May, Ned, and even MJ were concerned, but MJ tended to hide her concern better than the other two. 

Aunt May had been at a complete loss, she had never expected Peter to act the way he did when the two of you broke up. But the problem was that he was never home long enough for her to sit him down and just talk about it, and if there was time he'd always shrug her off. She had been so worried about Peter that she even started losing sleep, she knew he was bottling up his feelings and she was terrified for the day he would burst, and finally have to deal with the heart break and by then it may be too late, even if he realized he just wanted you in his life as a friend again.

Every lunch period those three weeks had been dark. MJ usually sat with you and Brad, but every now and then she'd sit with Ned and Peter. Ned tried to talk about anything he could think of, but it was hard since the two felt a very obvious weight over each conversation and whenever Ned tried to talk about the break up he was met with, "I'm fine Ned." And he'd eventually just end up having a one sided conversation about Star Wars or Legos while Peter just hummed in acknowledgment.

Ned had been trying his hardest to be a good friend to Peter but every now and then, he had to bring you up. He could see how Peter was pushing the problem away and seeing how he refused to acknowledge your existence worried him to death. You, Ned, and Peter had grown up together. You went to elementary school together and were unimaginably close. You and Ned were there when Uncle Ben died, when he became Spider-Man, and every success and failure there was. And when You and Peter started dating, Ned was in awe of how strong your relationship was and just a tad bit jealous. So to see the way Peter tensed up even just by mentioning a memory that you were apart of, not even explicitly saying your name, worried him to no end. Peter hadn't even told him how the break up went, instead he had to go to you to finally find out what happened.

And Ned knew that it wasn't about him, but he really missed you. Because once again, you were all best friends. He would've sat with you in lunch, but he felt like he had to be with Peter because of his strange behavior, besides he saw Brad and MJ making sure you were okay so he wasn't so worried about your well-being. Ned knew you'd be okay. He made sure to continue to talk and text you but truthfully, Ned had been a little depressed from how your friend group just collapsed in one day.

And MJ on the other hand had sat back for the most part and did what she does best and observed the two of you. She watched how differently the two of you handled the break up and gave little advice besides the few warnings she gave you about Brad, saying, "You're playing with fire y'know, you and Peter just broke up and you're getting awfully close with Brad." Which you always ignored, waving off her comments.

She watched as you sought refuge with another boy, part of her believing that you just missed the kind of attention Peter gave you, and here Brad was practically doing the same things a boyfriend does, so you stuck to him. And she watched how Peter was probably months, weeks, days, hours, or minutes from self destructing once he actually took the time to realize that he really lost one of his best friend's and the only girl he's ever fallen in love with.

But then again, she could be wrong. Maybe you and Brad would actually get together and make a lasting relationship. And maybe Peter was just trying to get over you, and maybe not talking about was just his way of working through his emotions by himself.

Because afterall, MJ was only 67% sure she was right.

But still, 67 percent was still more than half, and she was really getting fed up with how Peter had been behaving towards everyone and she was finally going to put a stop to it once and for all...

MJ slammed her hand down on the lunch table, making both Ned and Peter jump. 

It was Friday, which marked the three week anniversary since the break up, and it also happened to be one of those days where MJ decided to sit with the boys.

It was clear that Peter knew it was now three weeks since the incident, since he was even quieter than usual. MJ was already exhausted from the mundane conversation Ned was trying to have with Peter, who was clearly not listening to a single word that he had been saying.

So she hit the table, making Ned effectively shut up, while also gaining both of their attention.

MJ pointed a finger at Peter, "You." She simply said.

Peter raised an eyebrow, "Me?"

"Yes you."

"Okay...? What about me?"

"You have been depressing the fuck out of everyone, even more than I do, and quite frankly I'm over it-"

Ned's eyes widened, "MJ-"

"Sh." She shushed sharply, turning to Ned. "I'm talking to Peter." She looked back at Peter. "You have two options Parker. You're either going to make up with (Y/N) or finally talk about the break up and then make up with her."

Peter scowled, looking down at his lunch. "There's nothing to talk about." 

"Bullshit-"

"MJ, just drop it." He said in a cold, hard voice.

"No." She snapped. "You two grew up together and dated for three fucking years. There's something to talk about- I don't know if it's because you feel guilty about what happened or if you're just that stubborn, but you have been absolute hell to talk to these last few weeks and I'm over it."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Then why don't you just go and sit with her from now on?"

"Peter, you can't even say (Y/N)'s nam-"

"Fine!" He snapped, cutting her off. "You want me to talk about? Then fine I'll talk- I don't love her anymore. And when she broke up with me I was expecting it to hurt a lot more than it did and I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just didn't care as much as I should've. I never even cried a single tear over her and I don't know if it's because I keep distracting myself before I can or if I just don't genuinely care that much. And I know you guys think I'm crazy now because she was my best friend and I fell in love with her but the truth is is that I, Just. Don't. Care." 

MJ and Ned stared at Peter wide-eyed after he blew up. Ned furrowed his eyebrows, "B-but it's (Y/N)?" He said, not knowing how to comprehend Peter's feelings towards the entire situation. Ned practically had a front row seat to yours and Peter's relationship, he saw firsthand how in love the two of you were, and Ned, for the life of him, could not understand how Peter could sit here and say that he wasn't in love with you.

"I know that Ned. But I don't love her anymore." Peter sighed.

"Not even as a friend?" Ned asked.

He just shrugged. "She's making new friend's now anyway." He muttered, referring to Brad.

MJ narrowed her eyes at him. "You're such a dumbass." She was pissed, you were an amazing girl and MJ will never understand how you ended up dating someone who turned out to be this awful to you.

"Thanks." He said sarcastically. "I've lost my appetite." And with that he stood up, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and he stormed out of the cafeteria.

Ned sighed. "I-I'll go after him." He said, standing up. "See you later, MJ." And with that he chased after Peter.

MJ groaned, and turned around in her seat to see where you were sitting, when she saw that neither you or Brad were in your usual seats, MJ realized that she'd be eating lunch by herself today. "Shit." She sighed, turning back to her lunch and grabbing her backpack to dig for a book.

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Peter walked down the hallway in anger, he didn't know where he was going but he just needed to get away from MJ's interrogating. He could already hear Ned's footsteps chasing after him, but he ignored them.

He was about to turn the corner when he stopped, hearing a very familiar voice. He already knew it was you by your giggle, and not wanting to see you, he was about to turn back around until he heard a second voice say nervously, 

"Oh god." They sighed. "I don't really know how to say this, but I'm just gonna go for it."

Peter recognized the voice to be Brad's and now out of sheer curiosity, he found his feet glued to the spot.

Ned had finally reached Peter, "Peter-"

"Sh." He cut him off, making Ned shut up and look at him questioningly.

Peter ignored him though, and peeked his head around the corner and just as he assumed, he saw both you and Brad standing across from each other in front of a trophy case. He stayed quiet as he watched the scene play out in front of him.

Brad took in a deep breath and said. "I promise I'm not saying this to take advantage of you, but... I really really like you, I know I've already said this before but I just needed to say it again, and if you don't like me back that's completely fine. I know this may not have been the best time to tell you because of what you just went through but I was just wondering if when you feel better, if maybe you'd like to go ou-" He was quickly cut off, by you leaning up on your tippy toes and quickly kissing his lips, pulling back a second later. Brad stood there wide eyed, looking down at you, not believing if that had actually happened.

You stood in front of him, face flushed, and gripped his hands in yours as you said. "Brad these last three weeks have been really hard for me, but you've helped me through it so far in unimaginable ways. And I may not be completely over it yet, but I'd be lying if I said I was opposed to dating you."

Peter took a step back, not needing to hear the rest of the conversation.

Ned watched Peter with furrowed eyebrows, he, of course, had heard the whole conversation as well, and right now was just watching Peter trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Peter's stomach was reeling and there was an awful taste in his mouth, and a second later he was running back down the hallway, past Ned, into the nearest boy's bathroom. He practically ripped the door off its hinges, almost doing the same to one of the bathroom stall doors.

And Peter found himself hunched over the toilet as he gagged and threw up into it. He panted, and spit into the toilet, trying to get rid of the awful taste on his tongue.

Peter leaned back, sitting against the stall door, out of breath.

His chest, stomach, and head suddenly hurt, and he was finding it hard to breathe. It felt like his entire world was collapsing and crashing in on itself.

This was it, he realized.

Watching you and Brad together like that was what finally pulled his head out of his ass, and made the numbness from the break up wash away.

And all that was left was pain that hurt worse than any injury he's ever sustained as Spider-Man and he realized that yes...

He was still fucking in love with you.

Peter heard the bathroom door being pushed open, and heard as Ned walked in, panting from running down the hallway..

"Peter?" He started. "Are you okay?"

"N-ed." Peter's voice came out small and broken, his voice cracking on the single syllable. And it was clear he was on the verge of tears...

"I-I really fucked u-up."

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(I want you back)~

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A/N: Oof okay, get ready for a whole lot of heart break in part 6

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