#god i want lego movie sets so bad

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Soft! Jack champion headcannons

Recently, I've been going through a hard time, and thinking about these makes me smile, so I wanted to share ♡

did not proof read || m.list

You met Jack through filming a movie together. You were both shy but grew close.

Over time you both grew up to be beautiful young adults, and that's when it all started.

When you both have free time you play video games together, it'd be some fighting game he loved and or would be some other game you were obsessed with at that time.

You'd both eventually get tired and log off but stay on the call and talk for a few more hours.

Hanging out in person was your favorite by far.

When he would come over, he would just walk in and find you on the couch reading whatever book had your attention this week.

"How are you doing pretty girl?" he picked up that nickname for you a few years back and it has always stuck.

Climbing over your legs laying on you as you fill him in on the latest drama in the book. he would eventually fall asleep without meaning to.

You'd look down at him with such love in your eyes, his curly hair framing his face just right.

How his eyes fluttered showing he was in a dream.

This view you could never get tired of, seeing him so peaceful made your heart explode.

He would 100% get all your favorite foods and snack when you've had a bad week.

He would go to the moon and back for you just to make sure you have a good day.

"Hey lovely, how was your day? do you need anything from the store?" he would show up to your apartment with flowers and a Lego set for you and him to build.

If there was a new make-up look you wanted to try, he would let you practice on him before yourself.

Anytime you guys went out for a walk and crossed the road if you were on the outside, he would grab your waist pulling you to switch sides.

Anytime he got excited about something he would start talking with his hands more and would go down a rabbit hole of all the little details.

After he realized how much he was talking he would hide his face in his hands and would giggle but then ask you a bunch of questions, so you were able to talk more.

He memorized your coffee/tea order so when he stopped without you, he could always bring you something.

Some days you would go over to his place and sit on his bed while he played games with Mason.

Hours could go by, and you'd sit there watching him play and or watch tv.

Your heart would warm up at when he won a battle and turn to you "lovely look it we beat their asses."

After a few more rounds he would get tired and turn around in his chair to find you sound asleep.

He would try to be as quiet as he could and would crawl in bed with you.

Your hair was all in your face so he would brush it back, his face started heating up as he looked at you.

God he was so madly in love with you.

He then just lays there watching you- but not in a weird way.

He looked at the moles you have scattered around on your skin, he would watch your breathing patterns to make sure you weren't having a bad dream.

Then he'd fall asleep himself.

And halfway through the night you ended up in his arms.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion imagine #ethan landry smut #jack champion x reader #ghost face x reader #spider avatar

[keep-calm-and-drink-caf]

ATSV Spiders As Things My Friends Have Said/Done

Gwen: Hold still I’m trying to make you look like a badass

Miles: Wait there’s eyeliner in my eyes is that bad for me? Will I go blind??

Hobie: Nah man that’s not a badass-in-the-making. That’s a baby deer who either had a makeup malfunction or hasn’t slept for a month.

Peter B.: I feel like I’m supposed to take charge being the oldest and most mature and all but. I don’t want to. So let me show you some pictures of the bear I knitted a little while ago instead.

Miguel: I want to yell at you so I will. But it would also be very fun to throw you into a wall

Margo: Oh yeah? Well I’m a bad bitch so your words don’t affect me 🙄 💅

-two minutes later-

Margo, crying in the bathroom corner: YOUR WORDS DO AFFECT ME MY FEELINGS ARE VERY HURT. TAKE IT BACK. MY HAIR IS AMAZING AND NO ONE SAY OTHERWISE.

Pavitr: I seem like a ray of sunshine but that’s only because I pale in comparison with these people.

Hobie, throwing random Lego pieces at everyone: FUCK THE PATRIARCHY! DIE, CAPITALISM! DIE!

Gwen, sobbing on the couch after watching a sad movie: BUT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO END UP WITH HER! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE! NOTHING GOOD IN LIFE EVER LASTS!

Miles, trying his best: It’ll all be okay, Gwen, it’s okay— NO I LIED IT WON’T NO ONE WILL EVER FIND TRUE LOVE AND IF THEY DO IT’LL BE GONE JUST LIKE THAT. THEY WERE SO PERFECT WHY COULDN’T THEY BE HAPPY FOR ONCE IN THEIR LIVES

Margo: Fuck you guys. I’m going to go sit in a tree and eat my Snickers on my own and hack away at the threads that bind all universes. When I manage to teleport straight into Middle Earth don’t come running

Pavitr: See what I mean?

Hobie: Today I woke up and chose to be a prick. The only problem is that now I’ve set up pranks for everyone but I can’t remember what they are. If your laces are tied together, or you get a bucket of water dunked on your head, then I apologise for the inconvenience but I’m sure you deserved it.

Miles: Oh, I can’t be in your exclusive little club? Well, okay! I’ll make my own exclusive little club! It’s going to be sick. It’ll have candy and video games and a treehouse. We’re going to watch The Office on repeat. Your loss, all of you.

42!Miles: Miles, I swear to God, if you introduce me as your ‘womb roomie’ instead of your twin one more time hands will be thrown.

#some of them are a little bit (very) ooc #but this is fine 🫠 #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #gwen stacy #spider gwen #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara #peter b. parker #margo kess #spider punk #spiderman india #atsv hobie #atsv pavitr #spiderman 2099 #spider byte #hobie my beloved #spiderman incorrect quotes #somehow this all happened at the same halloween party #i have no idea how but it was absolute chaos #it was awesome

[remotepixel]

headcanons for platonic peter parker who wants to be your brother sooo bad

AAAA ok i want to say thank you so much for requesting !!!!!! i was literally so excited when i saw it lol.

I set this around Homecoming but didn't specify too much.

TW: yandere themes!

I imagine Peter always wanted a sibling.

-As a bullied, ‘weird’ kid, he grew up wishing he could have someone to hang out with when no one else wanted to.

-Of course, his parents always said no (since it obviously isn’t as simple as young him thought) and he never pestered May and Ben about it, too busy grieving and learning the struggles of money, but the idea lingered well into his teens.

-And, when he met you, he couldn’t help but think maybe God was granting him his wish.

He would be very clingy (to put it simply).

-If you’re in the same school, he’ll make you sit with him and his friends at lunch, walk you to and from lessons, anything to keep himself glued to your side.

-If not, he’ll be constantly checking his phone, texting you 24/7 (or calling you if he can), to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a couple detentions for it.

-He acts like being away from you is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

-Like if doesn’t get a constant reminder that you’re not ignoring him and you’re just busy he’s gonna drop dead.

Outside of school, he would normally invite you around his house to build lego Star Wars or binge old movies no one else your age knows.

-I think he’d really like having things only between you two - like an inside joke or a project you work on together - both because he has an excuse to talk to you, and because it makes it seem like you’ve know each other your whole lives (something he wishes desperately was true).

I imagine Aunt May seeing you two hanging out one day, squabbling about how to properly ensemble the last piece (he’d probably go with your judgement no matter what though), and tells him something along the lines of ‘stop fighting with your sibling’ as a joke.

-The way Peter’s face would just be 😯 before breaking into a massive smile that permanently stays on his face for the next month.

-Like, even Aunt May agrees that he’s your brother, that's basically the same as her adopting you, yeah? no-

Peter is a bit delusional if you couldn't tell.

-Like, the way he constantly called Happy because he convinced himself that it was gonna go through eventually? Yeah, you’re getting the same treatment.

-He assumes you feel the same even if you so much as look at him (I bet he’ll think it’s some ‘sibling secret code’ and look at you in the same way so it looks like he understood).

That isn’t to say he’s ignorant to your emotions though.

-He copies your feelings in a way - like, if you’re sad, he’ll be as well, if you’re angry at something, he’ll be angry, etc.

-He isn’t one for violence but I don’t think he would care if Spiderman webbed/roughed up a few people who were annoying you (I don’t think he’d do much more unless you were in serious danger or he got too caught up into his feelings like in no way home).

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this before but he would be so jealous if you actually had (a) sibling(s).

-Like, he’s supposed to be your brother, but now he has to compete with people who know you so much better than he does? People who get to live with you and say you’re related without getting funny looks?

-(He lied to MJ once and it immediately backfired- he just wanted someone to actually think you and him were siblings, ok? Is that really a crime?)

-I don’t think he would have it in him to be outright mean to them, but he wouldn’t be overly nice either, just neutral enough to hide any jealously and not get banned from seeing you.

He tries not to come across as pathetic (don’t tell him he lowkey is-) but he’s never had much of a family before. Sure, he has Aunt May but everyone else? Dead, just like that.

Siblings is a whole new world for him and he just wants to be there for you, be your role model like Stark is for him, and prove that he can be the best brother ever.

I have re-read this but my tenses might be messed up </3

#RemotePixel #platonic yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere Peter Parker #platonic yandere Peter Parker

[sanderchu]

ok you know those little lego heart couple necklaces? they’re like two halves and then you put them together and it makes a heart?

what if reader got those with dream, karl, sapnap, tommy, ranboo and punz? (separately lol)

i just think that’s cute and they’d probably be the ones most likely to do it

More precious than rings

Note: I really want these with someone like so bad- If someone gave me one end of one- 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ I’m a sucker for those you don’t not know- anyways- this will include how you guys got it/made them and how they all feel with it and what color (ik that’s boring im sorry-)

Reader: gender neutral

Characters: Dream, Karl, Sapnap, Tommy, Ranboo, and Punz

Dream 💚

How you got/made it:

You both a little at home date and you were watching the Lego movie out of boredom and ended up going to buy legos just for that now you both have a mini box of legos because you both didn’t wanna bother building the set

Color: 💚

His: Green, Yours: Green

Reactions:

- he absolutely loves it

- Mainly puts it clipped on his jeans if he’s wearing jeans

- If not he puts it on his neck

- Not matter where he puts it on (backpack, keys, neck, etc.) you never see him without it

Karl 🌀

How you got/made it:

He surprised it for you anniversary after taking you out to your favorite spot for a date. He was pretty romantic with it and had it in a little box but not a box that looked like a ring so you don’t assume it was a ring it was a like a little earring box.

Color: 💜

His: Purple, Yours: Purple

Reactions:

- never takes it off unless he’s showering and he still has it in the same room as him

- Only says he will take it off when he marries you

- When you Not with him he looks at him to immediately make him feel happy

- Thinks it’s cute to put them together when he’s kissing you

- Completely mesmerizing to him

Sapnap 🐼

How you got/made it:

You both were playing minecraft late at night and he decided to give it to you. He had it for a while and thought that was a good time since you both are spending some time together. He wanted to give it time not rush to give it to you

Color: 🧡

His: Orange, yours: orange

Reactions:

- loves to cuddle you and play with your end

- always has it on his neck

- loves to use it as a way to get closer to you

- showing it off here and there is normal

Tommy ♥️

How you got/made it:

Him just being the classic Lego nerd when you guys were traveling one day and went to the Lego store

Color: ❤️🤍

His: Red, Yours: White

Reactions:

- doesn’t take it off at all

- Loves to show it off to his stream and literally everyone

- Always posting about it too since the day you both got it to god knows what day

- Loves to connect them when cuddling or hugging you to mess with you so you don’t leave his side

Ranboo 👑

How you got/made it:

Tommy dragged him to the Lego store one day and thought it would be nice to give it to you as a gift for being away from you.

Color: 🖤🤍

His: Black, yours: White

Reactions:

- thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

- Loves to connect them if he’s hugging you from behind

- Wears it on stream but when people mention it he ignores it to mess with people

Punz 🤍

How you got/made it:

You were actually the one to give it to him. He was streaming when you walked him and already had yours on. You just placed to box on his desk and placed a kiss on his head. Nothing wanting to disturb the stream more you just waved to chat and walked out

Color: 🤍

His: White, Yours: White

Reactions:

- thinks it’s cute but doesn’t really say it

- Mainly has it on his pants

- Likes to connect them to get you closer to him to mess with you

- Very silent about it if stream mentions it but definitely will show it off for a quick second if many people are asking

#dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp scenario #mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dream #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #karl x reader #Karl #karl jacobs #sapnap x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt tommyinnit #tommyinnit #ranboo x reader #ranboo #punz mcyt #punz x reader #punz

[urmomsspeciallady]

thank my most recent hyperfixation and my need for more fics of him because i hnnnngggg

Random Brett Hand S/O Headcanons

Brett’s the kinda guy to take you on either really classic dates (straight from the movies. ex: a candlelit dinner) or a “weird” date (something you wouldn’t necessarily expect from a man. ex: going shopping at the malls)

He makes a playlist about you as soon as he catches feelings. (he is so me)

He gives the best hugs. Brett just gives the most comfy and secure hugs.

He LOVES holding hands. He’ll do it subconsciously all the time, but he tries to remember to ask first (if it bothers you). He definitely does the thumb thing.

His love language? This is a tough one because I feel like all of them would fit him, but I think it’d be words of affirmations. Although, he does enjoy going out to find you the best gift, or even just making something for you in his free time.

Are you artsy? Great! You two spend some time together just working on your own projects. Him on his puppets or crafts, you on whatever it may be that day. ADHD term is body-doubling, I don’t know if it applies but I feel like it does. Either way, you two are spending quality time together. (i’ve got adhd hah)

You’re not artsy? That’s okay! Brett may try and convince you to make a craft with him, maybe even Legos, but if all this fails, he doesn’t mind. This just means more crafting for him.

Speaking off the last one, you two definitely build Lego sets together.

He’s git the best manners in terms of romantic relationships. He’s holding the door for you, giving you his jacket, buys the meals, etc.

He likes to come up behind you and hug you. Sometimes for no particular reason, he just likes holding you and having you close to him. He knows he’s got you, and you know he’s got you. Just a reminder to you both that he’s/you’re right there.

He tries to impress you a lot.

There are times when he just sits and holds you face in the palms of his hands and just.. Admire you. Smiling. Stroking your cheek

He loves it when you play with his hair! Stroking it, combing your fingers through it, ruffling it, putting braid in it only to brush it out again. He’ll go out of his way to lay his head on your lap or sit closer to you than normal.

NSFW UNDER THIS LINE!!!

Brett is one hundo percent a switch.

If you’re a switch too, you’ll probably swap roles midway through sex. Not out of no where, just kind of like banter. Probably a “taking turns” guy in which you’ll take turns topping or bottoming.

HE KNOWS HOW TO DO THE KNEE THING!! At first, he was already amazing at it but had no clue. He overheard Gigi talking about it and ended up looking it up. Now that he knows he’s doing it, he’s a GOD.

As much as I don’t want to say it.. He has a mommy kink. It’s not an intense mommy kink, just the praise and nicknames. Nothing that would seem.. Incestuous D: Ick.

Canonically, he’s into what you’re into.

PRAISE!! This will bring him to his knees so fast

He also likes teasing. But this isn’t just in sex. He likes playfully teasing you and you tease him back. It’s kinda y’all’s thang.

I feel like he loves soft sex. Like the sweet mushy lovey dovey kind. Where you can just look into eachothers’ eyes. Where you hold hands the whole time. Or where he can just hold you, you can hold him and just be together.

Mans is above average, but not massive.

He had a sexy playlist. You already know it.

He likes casual sex but he cherishes the special nights. One of his favorite’s is when he’s able to clean up the bedroom, buy roses, light candles, all the romantics. But you know, getting head in the broom closet isn’t so bad either.

Even thought Brett is… Brett, you guys have a safe word. You insisted (not cus ur trying to help him learn to speak up for himself whattt nooo…)

Biting, scratching, and hickies. He likes those as well!

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#brett hand x reader #brett hand #inside job #headcanon #first draft #first post #new blog #anomymous #brett x reader #inside job x reader #inside job headcanon #brett hand headcanon #my silly little guy #my squish #i just want to hold him #What a big little guy #Little guy is actually like 6 feet tall #awooga #x reader #ccs drabbles

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Caregiver!MoonKnight System Headcannons

•It is safe to say that Marc, Steven and Jake know trauma and they know stress. So they are incredibly supportive of you using Age Regression to cope, they would be happy you found something that helps.

•Okay so for Nicknames they each have their own Nicknames for you.

-Marc = Kid/Kiddo are his main ones

-Steven = Lovie, Hun, Darling, Little one (Basically any nickname he can think of he will use 🤌🏻)

-Jake = Querida/Querido (Darling) or Cariño (Sweetheart) are the ones he'd like to use the most.

•Okay so rules.

-Stevens life is honestly a mess so I do not see him really setting many rules as he knows neither of you will be able to keep track of them.

-Marc sets rules but not loads. He put them on a coloured bit if paper which is stuck to the fridge with alphabet magnets.

-Jake is simular to Marc when it comes to rules, any that are enforced are generally for your safety.

•When it comes to punishments I don't actually see any of them really doing anything other than maybe naughty step if you've done something really bad, but due to their past they really don't like the idea of anything that would upset you.

•Now onto more positive things:

-Steven loves reading and absolutely adores reading to you. He also would love to sit and do lego with you.

-Marc really likes watching shows and movies with you. Watching Sailor Moon with him 🤌🏻 He loves it! If you ask him to you can get him to sit through literally anything. Disney? Yep. Pixar? YEP. Anything for you.

-Jake can sing. I think he would be the best at getting you to settle down for bed, he sings you lullabies. Khonshu does judge him for it before he gets to know you. Quickly changes his mind and thinks its quite sweet.

•Speaking of Khonshu Marc doesn't like him around you. At all. Steven didn't like it at first but after being assured that Khonshu wouldn't do anything he becomes slightly more calm. Jake doesn't mind you being around Khonshu (that's the true reason he's Khonshus favourite.) Jake knows Khonshu has developed a soft spot for you and that you will always be safe if your with the God.

•Steven cooks. The other 2 can't cook to save their lives. Steven loves when you help him whilst cooking. (Although he keeps you away from the dangerous things in the kitchen)

•They all give amazing hugs that are so comforting of you want them

•As I said Khonshu has a soft spot for you, Once whilst Jake was fronting he needed to go run an errand and instead of bringing you with allowed Khonshu to babysit. (I might write a fic on this as I'd like to elaborate on it)

•Steven often has documentaries playing on the TV whilst doing things which you find yourself invested in

•Upon your interest on Egypt due to the documentaries, Steven makes a little book that he reads to you. It has information (and sketches) of gods and Goddesses.

•If your at an age old enough, you and Steven will watch The Mummy. The two of you have watched it so many times by now.

•They are very protective over you, Harrow may not be around anymore (thanks to Jake) but his followers are.

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw littlespace #little space #sfw little post #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #fanfics #fanfiction #aewlittleheadcannons #marvel #marvel agere #moon knight #moon knight agere

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Dr. Iceberg Has Said While Hunched Over His Desk Asleep

Dr. Julian Iceberg is many things. Touchy, sarcastic, a fan of bad ninja movies, a sucker for good pecan pie, and... kinda funny as a sleeptalker. Since he's really gotten up a lot of noses, and Dr. Gears likes me, it's our frosty sourpuss's turn to get teased. Big Boss spilled plenty of iced tea on the subject.

"Wait... since when do we have whoopee cushions as part of our kit?"

"Big banana boy." Repeated ten times, we have no banana anomalies of any kind, as far as I know.

"Silk hose? Really? This the modern age, or the pirate age?"

"I'm gonna keyhaul him right into a volcano."

"No, no, no. No. No. Nein, nyet, non, not happening. I do not get paid enough to paint 682's nails. Ask 053, he likes her. Oh? Why didn't you just ask to borrow my blue polish?"

"For 343's sake, Bright! Naked yoga is an in-quarters only activity! O5 told you this!"

"Dyo. Wash. Your. Bits. I'm getting blinded by your blinged-out dong."

"Why are they green?"

"You're gonna need a bigger gun, Alto." A pause. "Bigger. Like an AC 130 big. Well, don't ask me then. Sheesh."

"Since when did lasagna get on the menu?"

"You have a choice: put on clothes, or get the hose." Long pause. "Gender appropriate clothes. No one wants to see you in a miniskirt."

"Run. Faster. Go faster. Clowns are coming, must go faster."

"Choke on a Deagle, Insurgency bastard!"

"I WILL SHOVE YOUR HEAD SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU CAN WATCH ME BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU! DON'T CALL ME 'JULIE'!" No idea where that came from, but that was at 3 am on a Monday. When Iceberg.exe crashes, he crashes hard. He was there for hours, I heard.

"Hey, 076? Settle a bet, please? You wear the loincloth because it's cooler than pants, right?"

"My feet are NOT happy."

"For the ninth and final time, PUT ON SOME PANTS! I want to see a dong, I'll call Dr. Bright."

"Huh. This a cupcake, or the stone 073 used to kill 076-2 the first time?"

"WHO PUT CLOWN MAKEUP ON THE KETCHUP PUPPIES?!?"

"Pffft. So you got a jar of dirt. We have literal God and Foundation funding on our side, my good sir."

"Finally, something Mabel made that doesn't taste of Styrofoam." (aggressively chews file folders) "These hotcakes need some syrup."

"There is no Dr. Iceberg, only Zuul!"

"Dad! Bruce is sitting on me. Again."

"Jack. Get YOUR head out of MY ass."

"No... not the pink snowball suit! I'll be good, Boss, I promise! I don't want to be a snack cake!"

"You don't scare me. I've seen Dr. Gears angry."

"Fish."

"Do I look like I know what's going on?"

"No. Grape. Soda."

"Uh... didn't think Jello shots involved firearms, but your party, Alto."

"This is the weakest coffee I ever had. This isn't even coffee, it's the ghost of Java past. If I set this down and walk away, I bet $100 4999 pays it a visit."

"Eat this, you big ugly undead asshole."

"Leather pants? Hope you powdered yourself, otherwise... ouch."

"Duck. I mean... Duck!" A pause, then laughter. "And now you have literal egg on your face. I told you there was a duck."

"I'm allergic to peanuts. I'll skip "Peanut Butter Jelly Time", thanks."

"Uh... why is there A GIANT FREAKING BUTTHOLE in the Astrophysics Labs?"

"Bugger off, it's my panini."

"Leggo my Lego, Bright! That's my bloody X-Wing, I built it fair and square!"

"Touch my boots, I'll freeze your hands off."

"Coffee. Black. Never mind the mug, I'll drink it straight from the carafe."

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr iceberg #funny grumpy ice bastard

[shaunamilfman]

Wanted to share some Random YJ headcannons I have for the girlies.

Shauna:

- Despite not showing it she needs a lot of physical touch, always needs to be next to or holding her s/o in some ways, holding pinkies, grabbing her s/o’s belt loop. Whenever she gives hugs from behind she ALWAYS rests her chin/head on your shoulder.

- BARNES AND NOBLE DATES!!! Reading each other to sleep is a love language, sharing books and leaving notes in the margins for each other, giving recommendations, it’s all so important for her.

Jackie:

- She does in fact have a hoard of stuffed animals on her bed that she loves probably more than her s/o, you will have to sleep with all of them piled around you when you sleep at hers because she says she’ll “Feel bad about putting them on the floor for the night”

- (However if you also have a special stuffed animal she is unnecessarily jealous of it and will take it out of your hands as you sleep and takes its place)

- Legit can think of any excuse to have either of you touch each other “Hey babe can you rub some sunscreen on my shoulders I can’t reach.” “Oh my god you look so tense let me give you a massage” “Is there any way you can help me roll out my leg? It’s soooo sore from practice.”

Van:

- Adores lego sets, her s/o has to physically pull her away from the lego section at target.

- If you guys ever go for walks in the park or on the beach, she will always bring back the “coolest rock/leaf” to give to you

- LOVES ice hockey cause of how violent it is

Nat

- Infuriatingly good at Mario Kart

- Absolutely adores horror movies but she especially loves terrible horror movies, bad plot? terrible acting? Awful monster makeup? that’s her shit.

- Despises winter because she gets cold easily but LOVES snow, she’s absolutely mesmerized when its snowing outside, she’s basically plastered to the window looking outside

Lottie:

- Ma’am cannot regulate her body heat so she will 100% go in for a hug and you’ll jump back cause her hands are FREEZING. She will then attempt to warm her hands by putting them under your shirt.

- Absolutely DESTROYS people in Monopoly and the worst person to play with. No mercy from her at all. She becomes a whole different person.

- Will always scoot over towards you in the night when you’re sleeping so when you wake up her side is completely unoccupied, she is pressed up against you and you are hanging off the edge of the bed.

damn this is some good shit bro. i don't have much to add this is quality work.

i love the idea of like subtly touchy shauna. the belt loop thing is so real. you and Shauna writing back and forth to each other in the margins if the book your both reading??? you both have a specific color pen for it so when you reread you can always tell who said what.

Jackie Taylor def has an army sleeping on her bed that you gotta sleep around. your spooning her while she's spooning a giant fucking stuffed animal. she makes you turn them all face down/away when your fucking her fr. Jackie taking your fav stuffed animal from you so you can hold her instead?? her ass is so petty omg.

ugh van is such a cool rock girl omg. she brings you weirdly shaped leaves and cool shells she finds. you have to have a whole shelf dedicated to her little gifts she brings you.

Nat would kick your ass at Mario kart idk why that's so true. she doesn't buy in to cart strategies either she just full sends it on link. nat and the universal monster movies??

i do HC lottie as always cold. mentioned before that she presses her cold fucking feet against you while yall are sleeping. she has no shame with the hands thing all of your friends think she's coping a feel in front of them the first time she does it. lottie matthews always steals your blankets you wake up shivering with one leg off the bed every night

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙 #jackie thoughts 🩷 #lottie thoughts 💜 #nat thoughts 🖤 #van thoughts 🧡

[softlyfallinqq]

cliché [ Izuku Midoriya songfic ]

Word Count: 1.35k

Third Person POV (she, he, they)

Walking into the classroom, she made her way to her seat. Setting her notebooks down, she watched a few people walk in, noticing one in particular. A short boy with fluffy green curls. She'd heard of him before on the news, he'd jumped in to save his friend from the slime villain and spurred All Might into action. Was he this pretty on the news coverage? Or was she going insane? She had no idea. He looked away from his friends and spotted her, smiling sheepishly. She internally screamed, hoping the ground would swallow her whole. Oh my god, he probably thinks I'm a creep! He caught me staring at him!

♪ i walked into the room and then i saw your face, you looked me in the eye and then i wanted to erase myself, erase myself.. ♪

She took a deep breath, sitting at her desk. Keeping her gaze fixed at the floor, she willed her face back to a normal shade. I've never met him before, why is this so embarrassing? Am I in love? No- No way. Crap. This is like a bad romance movie..

♪ i didn't wanna fall but then i stepped right in. i looked down at the ground and then i felt it right within; it was too late for me.. (too late for her..) ♪

A small tap on her shoulder startled her back to the classroom, and she looked up. "O-Oh, hey. I'm sorry I was staring. It's rude, I apologize.." She looked at him, and he simply stared back at her. His head was tilted slightly, a curious look on his face. She could have sworn her soul left her body, the embarrassment making her face burn.

♪ you took a step forward and tilted your head, with a curious glance you stared and i felt dead.. oh my god, i think i'm dying..~ ♪

He shook himself out of his trance, and apologized, his face going red. "S-Sorry! U-Um. Hey." He tried to be somewhat smooth, but was failing miserably and she knew he knew it. "Hello." What's your name? This is awkward..

♪ you said: hey; i said, hello. what's your name? i'd really like to know.. too bad i stopped at: hello. ♪

She continued staring at him, absorbing his features more fully. His face suddenly broke into a grin, and he introduced himself, never taking his eyes off of her. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. S-Sorry I'm a little awkward.. Um.." She smiled softly, nodding. "[Name, Last Name]. Nice to meet you. Sorry I was staring like a creep.." She let out a small nervous laugh, and he shook his head. "I-It's fine. Usually people don't spare me a second glance."

♪ i just stared, and you grinned and looked right back; it felt like just one big whirlwind, one big emotional whirlwind.. ♪

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She sat at her desk, working on a theory project for Quirk History when her phone went off. The screen lit up with "Midoriya :)" and she picked it up with a smile. The text read: 'Hope you're taking time to hydrate and eat between your project work. Let me know if you need help?' Her fingers hovered before she gave a response. 'I will. Thanks for the reminder. :)' Her heart squeezed with his concern for her, and her smile remained plastered across her face.

♪ over the next few days we got to talking, with every single word i started falling.. farther, farther and farther for you.. ♪

Her heart tugged as she thought of him. His goofy smile, his excited hand gestures, the way he spoke to her so kindly, his incredible intelligence. Everything about him thrilled her.

♪ you were so witty and so charming, swept me off my feet. you made me laugh, you made me blush, no one compete.. (no one could compete..) ♪

Her heart told her she should say something, but her brain fought against it. This is a good friendship, don't screw it up! You just met him! He's way nicer to me than anyone else, it can't just be me. We like all the same things, have the same hobbies. It's got to mean something! The longer I sit and think, the more this is like a cheesy romance flick. Get it together!

♪ it seemed too good to be true.. (it was too good to be true..) i wanted to be with you.. (only with you.) we clicked like legos, or the clacking of tap shoes.. ♪

A knock at her door snapped her back into reality, and she set down her pencil to get up and answer. To her surprise, it was Midoriya. "Hey." She smiled. "Hello. How are you?" Cracking a small grin, he replied: "Better, I get to see you!"

♪ you said: hey; i said: hello. how was your day? you said: better now, with a smile. what a cliché; but it to be honest, it made my day.. ♪

Her heart fluttered, face going warm. "Really? I didn't think I'd be so life-changing.." She joked softly, and was rewarded with a laugh. "You are. You're great, you know?" She felt her smile grow, unable to peel away the warm feeling he gave her.

♪ i didn't wanna fall but then i stepped right in. i looked up at your face, and those eyes; they drew me in.. it was too late for me.. ♪

She scooted to the side, allowing him to enter her room. "Um. I'm almost done with this project, feel free to make yourself comfortable." He nodded, sitting on a beanbag chair next to her desk. "Do you mind if I look over it?" She shook her head. "Not at all." She reached out to grab it and give it to him at the same second he did. Their fingers brushed briefly, before she moved her hand. "Sorry. Go ahead." Oh my god. That could not have been any more of a reference. What kind of shitty romcom am I stuck in?

♪ that's what we were, a simple cliché. it wasn't made to work, but i wouldn't have it any other way, any other way.. ♪

He smiled up at her, nodding. "This is really good! Do you think we could work together for the next one?" She grinned. "Of course."

♪ you were so witty and so charming; swept me off my feet. you made me laugh, you made me blush and no one could compete. (no one could compete..) ♪

Her heart thudded against her chest, face warm. Knotting her fingers together, she sat at her desk. Calm down, what are you getting worked up over? He complimented your work, relax. It's not like he asked you out or anything.

♪ it seemed too good to be true.. (it was too good to be true..) i wanted to be with you.. (only with you.) we clicked like legos, or the clacking of tap shoes.. ♪

He cleared his throat softly, setting her paper down on her desk to break the silence. "Hey." She looked over at him. "Hello." He smiled, getting the reference to their previous conversations. "I just wanna know.." She shifted a little in her seat. "Do you feel the same way I do right now?" He nodded. "If you mean heart-pounding, nerve-wracking excited, yeah, I do.." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Are you scared?" - "A little."

♪ you said: hey; i said: hello, i gotta know do you feel this way? you said: yeah, i do.. but i was scared of what you might say.. ♪

"This feels like a cheesy movie scene.. Uh.." He laughed softly. "Do you think we- should uh.. go out sometime?" She nodded frantically. "Sounds great.." She smiled, heart feeling warmer than she'd ever thought it could.

♪ and that's all we were, a silly cliché. i still think you're cute, but maybe it's better this way. ba-da-da-dum, ba-da-da-dum, ba-da-da-dada-dadada-da-dum, ba-da-da-dum-bum ♪

♪ that's okay, we're just a little cliché. a little cliché, but that's okay :) ♪

#izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia

[stars-n-spice]

I want a Star Wars best friend so bad.

I want to have matching profiles with someone. I want to have movie marathons with someone. I want to watch Rebels and Clone Wars with someone and cry about them. I want to have lightsaber duels and build LEGO sets with someone while listening to the soundtracks. I want to cosplay and go to cons and meet other fans with someone. I want to exchange fanfics or fanart with someone and just go crazy over all our favorite dynamics.

Like I see all these Star Wars friends or couples and I'm like where is MY Star Wars best friend??? Where is the Han to my Luke?? Sabine to my Ezra??? Rey to my Finn??? Like???

Yeah I'm super anti-social and being around people drains me but oh my god, I'd kill to watch Rebels with someone who isn't my younger brother for once. Don't get me wrong, I love the kid but I need someone who appreciates Rebels on the same level I do.

Ugh,, I'm just,, man.

#i am terrible at making friends irl #yes but i want someone to scream about sw with me #and just watch movies and shows with me #and have like the cool parties with the lightsaber duels and cool themed food with me #i want it so bad #star wars #sw rebels #tcw #the mandalorian

[hiphopcherrrypop]

i’m SO conflicted because on one hand the rh twins are so pretty and i want the dolls so bad!!

on the other hand. lego movie sets.

i don’t have a third hand so balanced on my shoulder or smtn i have like $75 on barnes & noble gift cards and there are 2 sets i want available there so ^^!! that’s helpful!! (except one [ the one i want more too >< ] is out of stock both online and at any nearby stores + “retiring soon” so no clue if/when it’d be possible for me to get)

#but then theres the other conflict of that could be book money #but then theres also the fact that i havent read a book in ages #but its also summer so i have free time #which could be used for reading #god i want lego movie sets so bad #i sit and stare at ebay listings for welcome to apocalypseburg #that is my dream set #i have no clue where i would put it #but trust if i could get it i would find room #it would be my pride and joy

[queerpanikkar]

3 strikes

or i’ve been staring at the picture of eddie sobbing for 2 hours now and this unedited set of words just came along with the breakdown | 1k

Eddie doesn’t call anyone.

He might’ve, or well, that’s probably a stretch, but he might’ve called Buck. Before. If it got this bad—hunched over in his bedroom with a baseball bat gripped in his hands—he might’ve called Buck. Asked him if he wanted to come over to watch a movie or hang out with Christopher and his new Lego set, just within arm’s reach, where he can keep an eye on both of them.

“I’m leaving California,” Buck had said, too pale and lips pursed; ready for a fight. “Taylor and I are moving next week.”

And apparently, there’s just not enough room in his suitcase for Eddie and Christopher.

He tries to sob and chokes on it. Pathetic. Can’t even have a breakdown about his best friend correctly. He remembers the weight of the metal in his hands—a lot heavier at 11 but somehow just the same—and the ache in his throat feels like it could eat him alive.

It’s the fucking middle of the night. He’s sitting here in front of his closet, sorting through the things Buck had given him that he couldn’t bring, placing them in neat little storage boxes alongside everything else he’s fucking lost over the last 34 years, and he thinks he’s afraid of everything. Christopher is on an overnight trip and his heart’s been in his throat since he left—even before that, what with Buck coming over with an expressionless twitch to his eyebrows and asking, “Could I talk to Christopher?” as if Eddie would ever deny him of it. 

He thinks he’s afraid that sleeping with a baseball bat next to his bed isn’t going to make the panic better, when a car backfires or one of the many sirens in L.A. wail as they blaze down his street. He thinks he’s afraid of losing his first victim on a dispatch call. He thinks he’s afraid of the way he punched the wall of his bedroom and the angry red scabs on his knuckles don’t seem to hurt. He thinks he’s afraid of dying. He thinks he’s fucking terrified of being in love with his best friend. He—

He thinks he’s afraid of being alive, and that scares him more than anything, when it comes down to it.

There’s a knock at his front door—loud and insistent, like this isn’t the first time it’s happened, and it’s not logical but Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat anyway. He can’t…what if it’s—he can’t even get up because his legs are trembling. It doesn’t really matter. He sobs again, clutching the baseball bat tighter.

The door opens, and a part of him thinks this is it. Someone’s finally come to kill him and do it right, because he’s so messed up right now that it hardly matters whether or not he has a weapon in his hands. He thinks whoever just walked into his house—God, did he forget to lock the fucking door?—could be entirely unarmed, and it still wouldn’t be half of anything.

“Eddie?” Buck calls, and everything seems to freeze. “Hey man, you home?”

He doesn’t sound like he’s on even footing either. He’s…Eddie doesn’t know much right now; he feels distinctly like he’s made of fog and someone’s just turned on their headlights. Almost see through. But he knows what it sounds like when Buck isn’t okay. That part he knows.

His mouth won’t move enough to say anything. Except Buck is here, in his home, looking for him, and that sets off another round of tears.

God, what is wrong with him?

“Well, your truck is out front,” Buck continues, seemingly talking to himself, but there’s something off about it. “And it’s not that late. So—” His voice gets closer. The bedroom door is shut and Eddie knows Buck won’t open it. He does knock though. Once, like he can be persuaded to leave. “Eddie?”

Eddie sighs, though it comes out breathless; sets off a round of coughing as he stumbles to the door, scrubbing a hand over his face like that’s going to do anything except make it worse. “Buck—”

Except what’s he going to say? “Come back another time”? Buck leaves for New York with his pretty little girlfriend next fucking week. There is no other time.

He thinks, maybe, he’s afraid of Buck leaving a little bit too.

“I don’t have to come in,” Buck says quietly, like he knows what’s going on. He might. They do know each other after all. “I can just sit here.”

“On the other side of the door?” Eddie chokes out, because he’s never had anyone do that for him either.

“Unless you want me to leave.”

And that just—that sets him off again. He sobs and Buck doesn’t say anything but there’s a thud like maybe he’s just set his hand on the door, palm only separated by a layer of wood. Of course he doesn’t want Buck to leave. He can’t even handle the thought. Buck’s feet shuffle a little bit under the gap.

“Maddie came over,” Buck says, voice even as always. Eddie doesn’t know when…when Buck became the even one, but it’s awful and makes something in Eddie’s stomach clench. That it’s because of him. “She convinced me to break up with Taylor.” He pauses and breathes out shakily. “Not, that I needed much convincing.”

Eddie bites his bottom lip so hard he draws blood. “You—”

“Aren’t leaving,” Buck confirms, but it’s a bit resigned. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter. Why didn’t you call me?”

“You were leaving,” Eddie responds. “I just—I couldn’t.”

“Eddie,” Buck breathes out, and there’s a moment of near silence. He reaches under the door, just his pinky finger, and Eddie stares at it. “Eddie, of course you can. If you’d asked me to stay—” he cuts himself off. “Nevermind.”

And Eddie just, he doesn’t know what to do with that. But setting the baseball bat down, he takes Buck’s outstretched finger. “I’ll call you next time,” he says, even though he knows he won’t. 

It doesn’t matter though, because Buck’s pinky curls around his. It doesn’t matter because Buck’s not leaving, not right now at least, sitting here on the opposite side of Eddie’s bedroom. It doesn’t matter, except, Eddie’s got the sinking feeling that it does.

#911 fic #idk about the ending whatever though #911 spoilers #buddie

[baroquebucky]

bucky barnes masterlist <3

* fluff ^ angst + personal fave

— most recent works are at the bottom !

main masterlist

*^nowhere to go; one // two // three

you think bucky hates you, but in desperate times he’s the only one you can think of.

*^clumsy

you are the clumsiest person in the world actually, bucky is there to catch you when you fall.

*^ rescue mission

bucky saves you from hydra when you get caught during a solo mission

+* bucky showers your dog w/ you (headcanons)

+* soft bucky headcanons

* bucky buying you flowers (headcanons)

* cuddles

after a bad day you only want to be one place; in the arms of bucky.

* that time

when you get your period, bucky is there to help you through it

*^ arranged

prince!bucky au where he hates the idea of marriage, but happens to have an arranged marriage to you.

* clingy nights

being an avenger is tough, bucky fights through the day knowing you’ll let him be the little spoon

*^ jealousy is a disease

bucky likes you but won’t tell you. the rest of the team flirts with you so he has to confess at some point, right?

* biologist bucky

soulmate AU where bucky helps you on a bio test after years of radio silence

*^ the ex

bucky hates your ex. especially when he’s making you laugh at your birthday party that he planned

*^ forgotten birthdays and puppies // two

everyone forgets your birthday, so you get a puppy

* slow dancing

in which bucky finds you dancing in your kitchen, he also finds himself down on one knee

^ you promised

you swear you saw bucky cheat. bucky can’t lose you (my first ever fic bleh >.<)

*^ fighter

avenger!reader can control plants and animals, but can’t control her feelings for a metal armed super soldier

* auditions

ballerina!reader has a bad audition but has bucky to come home to

^ secrets

in which youre Bruce’s daughter and dating bucky behind his back

* be safe

Bucky hates seeing you in pain

* safe hugs

in which you and bucky find comfort in each other

* tired

bucky helps you when you can’t find any energy

+* dancing forever

you and bucky love dancing at the 40s diner

* culture

you introduce bucky to what he missed

* going to the shooting range with bucky (headcanons)

^ all out of love

bucky feels you falling out of love

+* baking

you love baking for the team, bucky likes you and your baking

* tiny marshmallows

bucky doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to watch tiny marshmallows in his hot cocoa, right?

*^ best friend problems

one of your best friends hates bucky, you don’t believe it

*^ i love hate you

bucky hates you, can’t stand you actually. does he really though?

* clingy bucky (headcanons)

+* bad weather

in which you give bucky housewarming gifts

+* house plants

in which bucky has a green thumb and you don’t, but god you love plants

* lego sets

fluff w/ no plot in the honeymoon phase

* apartment warming (headcanons)

+* banana bread

you have a new neighbor, you want to befriend them with banana bread

* grocery shopping

in which the cashier thinks you and bucky are not shopping together

* warm showers

warm showers help sore muscles and to fall deeper in love

+* protective

bucky is protective over his favorite girl

* beach days

bucky hates sand but loves spending time with you

+* one and only

in which bucky slowly but surely falls for you

+* the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in any and every language possible

* if

in which bucky loves you, so much

+*^ love

in which bucky finds out what love is because of you

* movie night

in which bucky finds out there’s a movie for one of his favorite books

* bruises

bucky comes to you to patch him up

* ticklish

bucky found out you were ticklish and you have not known peace ever since

+* sleepy

bucky has a hard time sleeping in his bed, you suggest he finds a better place to sleep

*^ lover is a day

buckys mind is racing all the time, you’re there to slow him down

+* dog tags

you love messing with buckys dog tags, he loves it more

+^* touch series masterlist (in progress)

soulmate au where you see glimpses of your future when you and your soulmate touch; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

^* don’t

bucky quickly realizes communication is key to any relationship

* symphony

in which bucky realizes the light that you’ve brought into his life

+* fool for you

in which bucky can’t wait to spend forever with you

* fundraisers

bucky finds love where he least expects it

+* first name basis

in which only you can call bucky by his first name

* don’t worry baby

when you overthink, bucky is there to reassure you everything will be okay

+* smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

*^ comfort

bucky always turned to steve for comfort, but now that he’s gone, who will he turn to?

* canvas

artist!reader gets a grumpy neighbor, you take it upon yourself to color his world

* soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

*^ paradise

when life has you running until your sides hurt, you have bucky to remind you it’s okay to take a break

#baroquebucky #Bucky Barnes imagines #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes blurb #Bucky Barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes angst

[hopeworldsupremacy]

12: perfect

✰ all writing

✰ 1,884 words

warnings: jk is sappy🤮🤮, reader is a loser, first kiss, these two are just DIGUSTING(ly cute), reader is in l*ve, jk is probably more in l*ve, goog grows a pair😮

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often times you wonder what life is for. probably vanilla pudding. vanilla pudding is perfect.

jungkook happens to be the supplier of your addiction. he doesn’t make you feel bad about it, though. you appreciate things like that. a vanilla pudding stash, someone to keep that stash full, and along with that, a bin full of stuffies he gave you that sit in your room which you can just cuddle up to when the sights, sounds, and smells are too much; you appreciate jungkook a lot.

but something you really appreciate, is how he just listens.

you could go on and on about the things you like, foods, clothing, music, little hobbies, so much so that people call you annoying or ask if you ever just shut up.

he has never said that to you, though.

on the contrary, he asks questions. he seems like he genuinely cares. and it means so much more when he shows you he’s been listening to you.

like that one year where you mentioned you wanted a lego bonsai tree set to build. months later, on the day of your birthday, he gifted you one and helped you build it. you named it larry.

you get eachother like that.

as you build your pillow and blanket fort and get ready to watch some movies, you just fall into place. he somehow understands exactly how you like everything to be placed for it to be perfect. fuzzy blankets on the floor, thin sheets as the roof because you hate the texture of them, and absolutely no velvet pillows or yarn blankets; those almost always lead to meltdowns.

he’s perfect, you’re certain. and as far as you’re concerned, you’re never wrong.

❀

“honestly, i’ve never related to coming of age movies.” you mumble out. it’s quiet. quiet is good, your brain can process quiet. you don’t know how the conversation evolved to this though. encanto has absolutely nothing to do with proms and sterotypical movie-teenager-stuff.

“really?”, jungkook acts like it’s to most outrageous, groundbreaking thing you’ve ever said.

“yeah. i’ve never had any experiences like that.” never been in a relationship, never been someone’s crush, never had many friends, never went to highschool games, never went to any dances. in other words you were a loser.

“so, you’ve never been to prom?” he finds that kind of hard to believe.

“no, actually. i’ve never had a significant other or anything like that either. i didn’t have a lot of friends, i was just kinda ‘there’. ” saying it out loud, it sounds a lot more depressing; frankly, it’s embarrassing.

you hope that dreaded topic isn’t brought up. don’t say it. don’t say it. don’t say it don’t say it dont —

“really? have you at least kissed someone?”

fuck. there it is.

“……….like….on the lips….or?” he obviously means on the lips, you know that; but dancing around the topic is your specialty.

“no, on the left shin,” he says it like he’s explaining sarcasm to a third grader, “yes, on the lips!”

“no.” there really isn’t much more to say.

he hums, then there’s silence for a good while. you can start to relax, the conversation is now over; at least, you hope it is.

“well…. would you like to?” he half whispers-half mumbles.

what.

“what?” you cringe at how quickly you say it.

“kiss someone. would you like to kiss someone?” he inquires, all shy. he’s rocking himself. you both do it; but when he does it, it’s cute.

“sure? i mean, i don’t know how it feels…. so…” you trail off. god, get it together you fuckin loser.

more quiet, there’s some rustling as he lays down beside you and the sound of encanto playing at a volume of ten remains as background noise; but neither of you are paying attention anymore.

“……would you like to kiss me?”

pardon?

what do you even say to that? ‘yes jungkook i would absolutely love to kiss you and hold you and make you smile and cuddle with you and cry with you and—‘

no! that’s weird. he’ll think you’re weird.

“you’re doing this out of pity aren’t you?” now, someone is probably thinking ‘are you dumb? kiss him!’, but it sounds entirely too good to be true. part of your brain wants to try and rationalize it, but it’s not all that crazy. jungkook usually doesn’t joke around like that. he was always the friend who took relationships to most seriously, viewing them as sacred bonds that help individuals flourish as an ensemble rather than just as a solo.

“no,” he spits out the word; like he can’t believe you would say or even think something so preposterous. “i’m suggesting this because i want to show you how you deserve be cherished and treasured.”

woah. you can hear your heart beating.

why does he have to be so perfect? if he keeps talking to you like that, you’ll do a whole lot more than just kiss him.

“sure.” it doesn’t sound calm or collected at all, and it’s embarrassing.

“really?”

“yeah, why not?”

“like…. actually?”

“yes….. was my answer not clear?”

you’re facing each other now. making eye contact. you hate eye contact. but, with him, it feels safe. like you could dive right into the heart of those beautiful brown eyes and he would catch you, always.

“…..okay.” his voice is shaky.

is he gonna keep staring? does he expect you to initiate it?

“….. are you gonna do it, or…..”

“oh! yeah, uh, yes.”

he seems very nervous. you’re nervous too; terrified actually. you’ve never kissed anyone before. he’s gonna be disgusted by how shitty of a kisser you are and then leave you on the side of the road to fend for yourself against the deer. might be a little exaggerated, but your point still stands!

oh god, oh fuck, he’s leaning in.

you try and calm your breathing, he gets pretty close, so you close your eyes. at least, you think that’s how it’s supposed to go.

there aren’t any fireworks. no angels singing from the heavens, but god, his lips are really, really soft. it feels nice, like pillows on yours. he moved his hand to grab the side of your face; to guide you, you assume. he twirls a curl by your ear, and that’s when the butterflies in your stomach show up.

he moves his lips against yours like a seasoned professional, and you can only hope you’re not doing terribly, though you’re more concerned with the gentleness with which he holds you, with the utmost care as of you’re the treasure he’s been searching for all his life.

you’re not used to feeling this loved, it’s overwhelming to be honest. but you like it.

he pulls away, and your find yourself chasing the softness. his right thumb strokes your cheek, and he rubs your back in a soothing motion.

you’re scared to open your eyes. he could be gagging, or laughing, or just laying there with a stagnant expression.

“lovie, can you look at me, please?”

that does it, really. you crack your eyes open to the love struck expression on his face. it’s so intense, so intimidating, so precious, and so, so, so perfect.

“i was terrible, wasn’t i?” you sound like you just ran five marathons, played basketball, and ran fifteen dances with jimin and hoseok.

“you weren’t bad at all! it was your first kiss kiss ever. don’t be so hard on yourself, lovie. it’s not gonna be perfect.”

“wow, thank you so much.” your turn to be sarcastic. you’re not hurt, though; actually, you’re relieved.

“but you are.”

“i’m what?”

“perfect.”

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…..hey y’all 😁

@kokoandkookie @notvantaes @babiemochie @yoongisabby @somelazysundays @ifyouareme @starryjongseong

#bts college au #bts smau #bts soulmate au #jungkook x reader #bts fake texts #bts social media au #bts text au #bts x reader #bts #jungkook college au #jungkook social media au #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook smau

[lyssismagical]

i know how much it matters to you

@friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @call-me-coley !!!

Irondad Fic Exchange for Call-Me-Coley !! Sorry it's so so late, life got in the way I'm very sorry, hope you enjoy anyway!!

Peter Calls Tony “Dad” & Avengers Think Peter is Tony's Son

Hurt/Comfort

TW: None idk daddy issues, arguing, swearing a little, miscommunications

It’s a miscommunication.

Somewhere along the lines, Peter started thinking of Tony as his… father-figure. It’s not his fault, really, it’s Tony’s. Why would he do things like check over his homework, take him out for ice cream, invite him to stay at the tower every other weekend for takeout and movie nights, if he didn’t want to be thought of like that.

He’s over at the tower for one of his weekends, for father-son bonding as May had said when he’d said Tony wanted to watch Scream that night, but it would be the fourth weekend in a row in which he lost to Peter’s movie suggestion.

Nothing’s out of the ordinary. They’re eating pizza on the couch, Peter’s already in his pajamas, Ferris Bueller is playing on the TV – Peter had originally suggested Clueless but Pepper couldn’t join them until the second movie and she wanted to see that one with them – and Peter’s rambling about his and Ned’s most recent Lego set they’d completed. It’s the perfect Movie Night.

And then Captain America steps out of the elevator.

Of course, Peter knew that Tony was talking to Steve, trying to mend their mistakes. He even knew that there was supposed to be a meeting on Monday. Tony hadn’t wanted to keep it from Peter, despite wanting to keep him out of it.

Tony straightens, setting his slice of pizza down in the box. Within a fraction of a second, his expression goes from the soft, proud, happiness he’d had looking at the photos Peter had taken of Ned and their Lego, to calm, cool and collected.

Peter isn’t so graceful, fumbling for the remote to pause the movie and running a hand through his hair, further mussing his curls, eyes going unbelievably wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

Captain America looks just as flustered which makes Peter feel just a fraction better.

“I’m sorry, this is a bad time,” Steve says slowly.

“It’s okay!” Peter says, tugging his sleeves over his hands. “I can go to my room for a bit and you guys can talk, it’s okay, I’ve seen this movie like a thousand times before and I was more excited about Clueless, anyway, and Pepper won’t be back for another hour. I should probably call Ned, too, so we can talk about the upcoming English presentation.”

Tony catches his elbow as he goes to stand up. “You sure, kid? This is your weekend.”

Peter looks over Tony’s expression carefully, trying to find any hint of desperation, a reason to kick Steve out, but all he finds is an apologetic calm.

“It’s fine, really.” He tries for a smile. “Is it cool if I take…”

He trails off, one hand gesturing awkwardly at the pizza box.

Tony huffs out a laugh. “I might be a billionaire but you’re going to eat me out of house and home, kid.”

Peter pouts childishly. “I’m a growing teenager.”

“Take it, go, we won’t be more than half an hour, promise.”

He hops to his feet, picking up his phone and pizza box. He turns to the captain. “FRIDAY’s listening, so if you say something stupid, I will kick your ass.”

Steve doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man, but his eyes go wide, like he really is scared of a scrawny teenage boy hurting him. “Sure thing, son.”

It’s not his fault that he overhears. It’s not his fault that he has superhearing. It’s not his fault that Steve doesn’t know that.

So, around the corner and halfway down the hall, he hears Steve say, “How old is he?”

Peter freezes, fearing he’d been caught in his Spider-Man secret, but Tony’s voice give away any nerves. “Sixteen.”

“Wow,” Steve says. “How long have you…”

“Just over a year.”

“You didn’t say that you had a kid.”

Tony chokes. “I- What?”

“A kid. He was yours, right?”

“No!” Tony gasps. “God, no. It’s not- He’s not- I… He’s an intern, that’s all.”

Peter’s chest tightens. That’s all.

And as though he hasn’t already dug himself a hole, Tony keeps going, “You think I could be parent, Cap? That’s funny. I don’t want kids, never have, never will.”

God, he sounds like it would be the worst thing under the sun to be Peter’s dad. He’s been kidnapped, tortured, nearly killed time and time again, and yet he makes it sound like being Peter’s dad would be worse than all of that.

Peter closes himself in his room before he can hear anymore. He shouldn’t have assumed Tony would want to be thought of that way, it’s clear he blew things out of proportion, he’s just an intern, a superhero-in-training, a liability. He knew that from the start, he just figured with how much their relationship has grown, maybe there would be the possibility for more.

A liability. An intern. That’s all.

*

“Hey, kid, sorry about that, there’s going to be a proper Avengers meeting tomorrow and Cap had some questions, but it’s all been sorted. Pepper should be back in- Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

“I think I might turn in early, if that’s okay. I’m really tired.”

Tony frowns, hands twisting. “What’s going on, kid? Was it Steve? I know it’s weird for him to-”

“It’s not him! I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate too fast.”

Tony doesn’t look convinced but he nods anyway. “Okay, Roo, but if you need anything or if there’s something on your mind, you know where to find me, okay?”

And for a moment, he can picture it. Picture Tony actually thinking of him as his kid, like he’s family. Picture Tony coming to parent-teacher nights at Midtown, being proud of Peter’s half-decent grades and Academic Decathlon standing, boasting to the other parents that his kid is going to go far.

But he remembers the disgust in Tony’s voice at the thought of being Peter’s dad, and his shoulders curl in a little further.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you in the morning. Night.”

He turns away before Tony can saying anything more. He’s a bad liar and every second talking to him is another second Tony gets closer to finding out the truth. If anything could ruin their precarious relationship, it’s Tony finding out how Peter feels about him.

*

“I don’t need a father figure!” Peter says, mid-rant to Ned the next day. He needed an excuse not to spend time with Tony all day, so he invited Ned and MJ out for coffee. He had spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about what Tony said, how he said it, what that meant.

Ned coughs to try and cover his laugh, and Peter pouts at him.

“You have massive daddy issues, Peter,” MJ says with a nonchalant shrug. “I say that from a place of love as someone with similar mommy issues.”

“That doesn’t mean I should drag Mister Stark into my problems.”

“I still can’t believe he said that!” Ned gasps. “Say it again, word-for-word.”

“He said I hate kids, I would never be a parent, especially not to Peter.”

Ned and MJ roll their eyes in sync, they’ve both been around Peter long enough to have identical reactions to his behaviour. Peter huffs into his hot chocolate.

“Peter, dude, listen, you’re completely blowing it out of proportion. He probably only said that because Captain America was there. You can’t say that you haven’t lied because you’re flustered.”

Peter huffs again. “I don’t need a father figure! I don’t need him to be anything more than he’s already been for me. He’s Tony Stark. And I’m, you know, me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ned says. MJ’s drawn a tic-tac-toe board on her napkin, he has no idea where she got a pen from, and she’s passing it to Ned.

“I’m… I’m a nobody. Without the mask, I’m just a kid with good grades and no money and who gets bullied by a kid with the name Flash.”

MJ rolls her eyes again. She’s winning the game of tic-tac-toe. “I’m not here to listen to you fish for compliments.”

“I’m not!” Peter whines. “I just need to know how to stop thinking of him as anything more than a begrudging mentor.”

“You can’t,” she deadpans. She finally looks up from the tic-tac-toe game she’s won. “He wouldn’t have personalized a room for you down the hall from his own if he didn’t want you around. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.”

Peter finishes off his hot chocolate. “He’s going to be at an Avengers meeting tonight so I have a while to mull it over, I guess.”

“Dude! You’re an Avenger!”

Peter freezes. Oh shit.

*

“You’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

Tony levels him with a disbelieving look, straightening his own tie before turning back to Peter. “You’re just going to be there as my intern who helps with Avengers weaponry and other things, so that’s why you’re there. You can offer drinks, you can’t drink anything with alcohol and you’re limited to one carbonated drink, you can snack all you want but if you’re uncomfortable, I will be ordering take-out after it’s all done. I just want you there so you can hear what’s discussed, there’s no pressure to tell the team about your identity.”

“That’s not why I’m nervous.” He doesn’t mean to say it, but he doesn’t want Tony to ramble about accommodations for the party.

“What’s making you nervous?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Peter blurts, “I’m a big fan of Doctor Banner’s work and I want to make a good impression.”

Tony lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Right.”

“I’m serious! He’s my second biggest idol.”

Tony’s mouth twitches. “Second?”

Before Peter has to face that embarrassment, Pepper knocks on the door. “Time to face the music, boys.”

Peter trails behind as Tony marches down a floor and into the conference room where the Avengers have congregated. Peter doesn’t have any fancy clothing and it was on short notice so Tony didn’t have time to get anything altered for him, so he’s wearing jeans with rips in the knees, a t-shirt that he tie-dyed when he was in middle school for Ned’s sister’s birthday party that’s a little too short for him to still be wearing, with his duct-taped sneakers. In comparison to Tony with one of his fanciest suits, Peter looks like a stray he picked up off the streets. The nerves seem to have overridden the exhaustion so he’s halfway to bouncing off the walls.

Peter knows they’ve seen each other in person since the incident but it still feels weird to see them all acting like friends and not like a high school reunion.

Eventually, conversation turns to him.

“This is my personal intern, Peter. He helps with Avengers tech, so he’s just here to learn who he’s making tech for, that’s all.”

That’s all.

And he knows Tony doesn’t mean it in a malicious way, but it feels like he’s been stabbed – and he would know, he gets stabbed just about every other week. He keeps his face as neutral as he can and he shifts nervously from foot to foot, one of his shoes squeaking.

He lifts a hand as a wave and his wrist trembles noticeably and when he shifts back on his feet, the duct tape holding the bottom of right shoe on peels a little. It’s entirely a reflex to lift his foot up to put the tape back in place and then everyone’s staring at him with wide eyes because his shoes are held together with tape.

“It’s, um, an honor to meet you guys.”

“How old are you?” Black Widow asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

“My friend’s a big fan of yours. Well, half-friend. I think. And I think she’s a fan. She’s very confusing when it comes to that kind of thing,” Peter says instead. He’s so nervous, fuck. He tries for a smile. “I’m sixteen.”

Natasha looks at Tony. “Tony Stark doesn’t have personal interns.”

“Well now I do. Anyway-”

“Did you know while this whole mess was going on?”

Steve shakes his head. “There’s no way.”

“Really? He just found out?”

“It’s a sensitive topic apparently.”

“Why would he bring him in here if it was sensitive?”

Natasha and Steve seem like they’re ready to discuss Tony and Peter’s relationship in front of them for as long as their hearts desire and Tony’s just watching, completely unamused but quiet, so Peter rolls his eyes and says, “He’s not my dad. I’m just his intern. That’s all.”

Tony frowns, turning on him. “What’s with the tone?”

“I was just stating a fact. I’m your intern, I’m not your kid, that’s all.” He fights to keep his face impassive.

“Listen, son,” Steve starts in his high and mighty tone.

“I’m not your kid either!” If Peter knew he’d start raising his voice at Captain America, he would’ve found a way out of this. He tries to shake off his anger, but it’s the only thing protecting him from being upset and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he cries over this.

“Woah, okay, kid, let’s go,” Tony says, taking Peter by the shoulder and guiding him from the room. Peter goes willingly, pouting at the floor as he goes.

They go into a separate conference-type room, something like a living room except there’s a bunch of small targets scattered around the room. A few has arrows in them, all bullseyes.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing’s going on with me.” He gets defensive so much faster than he wishes he had, arms crossed over his chest and eyes stubbornly stuck on the floor. “I’m just a little tired.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Peter repeats resolutely. He lifts his foot to reattach the duct tape again, he’s going to have to redo the duct tape eventually.

Tony frowns at his shoes. “Will you let me buy you a new pair? Jeez, kid, how long have you had those?”

The truth is, probably three or four years now, but he’s not about to tell Tony that.

“I don’t need your money.”

“That’s not what I… Is that what this is about?”

“What?”

“Money. I can pay you for your internship, you know. I can figure out the paperwork with Pepper. You spend so much time here working anyways, you might as well get paid for it.”

Peter’s jaw drops open. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.

“I’m not your employee!” Peter practically shouts. He doesn’t want to be upset about this, but every word out of Tony’s mouth just seems to make it worse. “I don’t want to be your employee.”

“I’ll be honest, I’m unbelievably lost right now, kid.” Tony does look genuinely upset and frustrated by his own confusion, and Peter would feel bad if it weren’t for the fact that Tony should understand, should see why his nonchalance to their relationship hurts him so much.

Peter crosses his arms, pouting down at the floor. “I’m not going to spell it out for you. If you don’t understand why I’m upset then clearly we’re nowhere near the same page and that’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Kid, listen, clearly something about me calling you my intern is upsetting you, but I don’t see why. You are my intern, aren’t you? I wasn’t about to tell the Avengers you’re in the Avengers Little League without your permission. What else was I supposed to say? That you’re just some kid?”

“Some kid,” Peter repeats. He swallows thickly, heart so heavy in his chest. “I’m just some kid to you?”

“You’re… I don’t know, Pete. You’re Spider-Man. I’m your mentor, isn’t that what I said? You’re my padawan, my ward.”

“I’m your responsibility,” Peter says. “I’m your liability.”

Tony frowns, eyebrows knitting together and forehead creasing. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant. I’m just… Some kid and I get it. I’m sorry for making this into more than what it was and being upset when it wasn’t. I’m just some kid. I’m just. Without the mask, I’m just nothing. And I get it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?”

Peter takes a deep breath and adjusts the webshooters on his wrists. “Nothing. Nowhere. I’m fine. I just- I’m going to ditch the rest of the meeting. I don’t want to ruin this whole reuniting moment of the Avengers. Not when I’m just some kid. I’ll see you later.”

Peter tries to push past him, ready to change into his suit and disappear before Tony can put the pieces together, but the older superhero grabs him by the elbow, stopping in his tracks.

“Peter, kid, you’re not just anything. I don’t know where you got it in your head that you’re nothing without the mask, but it’s not true. Is this about the jackass from school?”

“It’s not about Flash! It’s about you!” Peter says, letting out a breath. Even if he’s completely wrong about their relationship, the least he can do is explain why. It would be cruel to leave him in the dark if this is it, if this is what ruins everything between them. Tony’s not exactly a stable person, he’d overthink and destroy his mentality and esteem if Peter didn’t explain. He can’t do that. He shakes his head, pulling away from Tony’s hand. “It’s about you.”

“I need you to spell it out, Roo. I’m so confused. And I’m a genius.”

Peter cracks a sad smile before letting it drop. “When this started, I was just a liability. I was a dumb kid and you needed me for the fight in Germany and then you didn’t have a choice but to look out for me. But why take me out for ice cream and celebrate good grades and help me study for tests and have me over for the weekends and make a room for me and have movie nights together? Why do all that if I wasn’t…”

“Oh.”

One syllable and Peter knows it’s over. It’s done. He’ll have to say his goodbyes to his third father-figure. He’ll lose everything again.

Will Tony still let him use the lab to repair his suit? Will Tony still come save him if he finds himself bleeding out in an alleyway? Will Tony still write the letter of recommendation for MIT? Will he let Peter keep the suit? Will Peter lose everyone else too? The Avengers? Happy? Pepper? Karen?

“I’m sorry,” Peter says, crossing his arms over his body protectively, like giving himself a hug. “I just…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. It’s complicated.” Tony’s frowning in that way he did when he found out about the collapsed warehouse.

“You don’t want kids, you don’t see me that way, and I get it. If there’s anyway we could still be, you know, mentor and padawan as you put it, then I’ll forget about it, and if not… I get it. I can pack up the stuff I’ve left around here and get lost.”

“No! God, no, kid, that’s not what I want at all, either of those.” Tony huffs out another sigh. He sits in one of the chairs, head in his hands for a few moments. Finally, he looks up. “You are my kid, Peter. I just can’t be your dad.”

Peter frowns in confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s complicated?”

“Daddy issues?”

Tony laughs, shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Something like that, yeah.”

“You’re talking to the King of Daddy Issues, so if anyone would understand, it would be me.”

“My father wasn’t exactly a good person, Roo,” Tony explains quietly. “What’s considered a father to me is very different to what you’d consider a father. I’m… I don’t want to be him. If I consciously take on that role in your life, I’m scared I’ll turn into him without realizing it and you’re too good of a kid to go through something like that.”

Peter shakes his head emphatically. “You could never be him, Mister Stark.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve had some incredible parental figures in your life so far, kid, and there’s no way I could ever live up to them. I don’t know how to be a parent. I don’t know how to do the right things or be a role model or take care of myself let alone you.”

Peter laughs and then immediately feels bad for laughing. “Even if you didn’t think you were, you’ve been acting like a father-figure to me for months now. And not to feed into your ego anymore, but you’ve been doing a good job.”

“Yeah?”

Peter’s never seen him quite so insecure before.

“Yeah. Last week, you picked me up from school, listened to me ramble about everything and actually listened, bought fast food and ice cream, let me eat it in your crazy expensive car, helped me with my history homework, let me pick the movies for movie night, and let me put my cold feet under your leg. I don’t know how much more you think you need to do to be considered a good dad.”

Tony smiles softly. “It’s not hard when I have such a good kid.”

Peter laughs for a beat and then his smile drops and he swallows thickly, a wave of shame washing over him. “I’m really sorry for freaking out.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s- Daddy Issues, you know?”

“I do know, kid,” Tony says, another sad smile on his face, eyes somewhere far away. “And, listen, I need you to promise me that if I ever do something stupid like I did before, if I’m ever a jackass or oblivious or careless, I need you to just communicate with me. I’m clearly not very good with emotions and I’m new to this whole thing, so just talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”

“I will. And if you ever do anything stupid and don’t fix it, you’ll have both May and Pepper to deal with, so if that doesn’t keep you in line, you’re a lost cause.”

Tony winces dramatically. “God, kid, you have a lot of scary parents on your side.”

There’s a knock on the door and Pepper’s standing in the doorway, smiling fondly at them. “You boys ready to return to the meeting?”

“Ready,” Tony says.

They stand and Tony slings his arm around Peter’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his head. They follow Pepper back down the hall to the conference room where the Avengers are lounging.

Nat grins when she sees them. “Was I right?”

“You were right,” Tony says, ruffling Peter’s curls who smiles shyly. “My kid.”

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[dadsbongos]

curse your dad

Movie/Game/Show: Marvel Dynamic: Peter Parker/Reader (Scott Lang/Reader (Platonic)) Warnings: peter’s father figure death curse Summary: Peter meets your dad and is actually worried when he starts liking him. Word Count: 1.4 K ~~~

Scott bounces his leg as he sits across from Peter at the dining table, an awkward smile strapping itself to his lips, “So, do you… control spiders?”

Peter chuckles slightly, “Do you control ants?”

“Yeah,” Scott lights up, “It’s pretty cool, actually.”

“Oh,” well now he feels bad, “uh, no. I don’t control spiders. I just have some similar abilities to them. That’s all.”

Silence settles between the two once again, Scott leaning up out of his chair to peek at the upper stairs, “So, you and my daughter. She seems really happy with you.”

“Yeah, she’s great,” Peter nods, a genuine, soft grin rising at his lips, “Really nice and she just listens. I don’t even know how to describe it but she’s so- “

“Great at understanding? Yeah, she gets it from her mom,” Scott taps his fingers against the table, “Hey, Peter, look, I don’t wanna be one of those dads that’s all,” he brings both hands up in a vague choking gesture and throttles them about, “you know? I just wanna make sure my daughter’s happy, that’s all that matters to me. So, the real question I like to ask to all her partners is this…”

Peter straightens up, nodding along, “What is it, sir?”

“Don’t call me ‘sir’,” Scott puts up a finger to stop the boy, “Way too formal.”

“Sorry, sir- Scott. Mister Scott. Sorry, Scott.”

“No worries, now, the real question I have - is this,” your father sets both hands on the table, palms down, “You have a Baja Blast, you asked if my precious girl wanted one and she said no, but now she wants some of yours - what do you do?”

“Let her have as much as she wants,” Peter shrugs immediately, “I mean, it’d be a little weird to get upset if she wanted some after saying she didn’t. People change their minds. Besides, how could I deny her a drink - it’s like the bare minimum.”

Peter almost begins rethinking his answer when Scott’s silence rings through the room, then a broad grin smears over the older man’s face.

Scott nods and pats the smooth wood table, “I like that answer, Peter. You’re a good guy, which I already guessed because you were Spider-Man…” he tips his head to the side slightly, “Even though you were with Iron Man.”

At the mention of his former mentor, Peter feels his chest ache - it’d been years, sure, but it still hurts. He misses Tony.

“Thanks, s- Scott.”

“Yeah, man, hey! We should hang out- like get tiny and go into a LEGO castle or something. I don’t know if you’ve ever been in one, but they’re actually pretty fun.”

Peter’s jaw nearly drops open at the offer, “Oh my God, you have no idea how much physical pain it puts me in to turn this down, but I can’t go tiny like you.”

“Dude, no worries,” Scott tosses his hands up, “We can just make the LEGO castle big!”

“Really?” Peter leans forward against the table, “Do you like Star Wars? Cuz my friend, Ned, and I have a Death Star replica and I managed to rig it to fly.”

“No way, how?”

Leaning back, Peter claps his hands, “Come find out!”

“Are you two making plans?” you come down the stairs to find your father and boyfriend thoroughly engaged in conversation with one another.

“You!” your father points directly at you as you come to stand behind Peter, settling your hands on his shoulders, “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was actually cool!”

“Sorry, Dad,” you sarcastically huff, “If only I’d known you wanted to hang out with my boyfriend.”

“I told you I wanted to take him fishing.”

“I assumed that was a joke!”

“I hate fishing,” Peter mumbles, largely without thinking.

“No way!” Scott points at the teenager, “Me too!”

“Then why - “ you shake your head, “Whatever,” leaning down, you rest your chin on Peter’s shoulder, “Ready to go, bubs?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he pushes away from the table and turns, “You look great,” cupping your cheeks, he presses a kiss to your forehead before turning back to Scott, “We should still plan that giant Death Star, though.”

“I’m glad you like my dad,” you begin once you and Peter are outside, “And he likes you, too. It would’ve been awkward if you two didn’t get along.”

“Yeah, your dad’s cool, I just don’t wanna curse him or something.”

You pause to process his words before continuing down to the car, “What?”

“You know, like, curse,” Peter shrugs, swinging open the car door, “MJ said I had a father figure curse cuz my dad, Uncle Ben, and Mr. Stark are all… you know.”

“MJ - God, Peter, don’t listen to her. I’m sure it was just a joke.”

“Well, yeah it was, but still.”

“You’re not gonna curse my dad, Peter, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

“How? How are you certain?”

“I’ll cancel it out, how ‘bout that?”

The topic is dropped as you drive towards the restaurant for that evening’s date night location. Traded in for trivials such as a cat you’d seen on the street, a flower Peter came across on patrol that reminded him of you, if aliens have religions (and consequently how to bring that topic up to Rocket and/or Groot), or if the world is further from flying cars than closer since Howard Stark. Something, anything, to get Peter’s mind off of his nonexistent curse.

“I heard you guys from upstairs,” you suddenly say while sitting across from Peter at the table.

“Oh,” Peter stirs the ice in his coke with his straw, nodding alongside a smile, “sorry to have disturbed you.”

“No, I just- I only bring it up because I heard him ask you the Baja Blast question.”

“Ah, so it’s a recurring thing,” he laughs and takes a sip from his drink, “Thought I was special.”

“Sorry, no,” you tap your boyfriend’s shoe under the table, “But, uhm, yeah. My dad, he’s uh, he’s never given such a good reaction before.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah! He’s usually just ‘oh, okay’ or something,” you shrug, reaching across the table to take one of Peter’s hands, “To be fair, he usually gets like ‘let her have a sip’ or ‘too bad’ as an answer.”

“Oh my God,” Peter leans forward slightly, eyebrows raised, “You’ve dated ‘too bad’ people? You poor thing.”

“Okay, man, don’t make fun of me.”

“What? Me?” his free hand comes up to rest over his heart, “I would never, I can’t believe you would even suggest that.”

“Hm, yeah. Okay, dude.”

There’s a brief lull in conversation before Peter speaks again, “Hypothetically, though, if I did curse your dad, would you be mad at me?”

“You won’t curse my dad!”

“But hypothetically!”

“Honestly?” you purse your lips with a slight nod, “Yeah, I think I’d be a little peeved but that’ll never come up because you’re never going to curse my dad.”

“You don’t know that, Lang,” he points a fork at you, “You’re not a fortune teller.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, my dad actually taught me magic - I’m a certified fortune teller.”

“He specializes in close-up magic. With cards.”

You narrow your eyes at the boy, “And you know that specificality because…?”

“He told me while you were getting your keys, showed me a trick - it was actually kinda cool,” Peter pokes your forearm, “I like poking you.”

“Adorable,” you tilt your head, reaching over to poke at his forearm as well, “I like poking you, too.”

“I don’t wanna curse your dad.”

“Babe,” you sigh slightly, taking both of your boyfriend’s hands in your own, shaking your head, “you won’t curse Scott Lang, the curse would just roll off him. He’s like a dolphin.”

“You said that backwards, but thank you,” he nods, leaning over to kiss your forehead, “I love you. Just so you know.”

“I love you too, dork, now stop talking about my dad. I love the guy but if I start associating you two I’ll never recover.”

“Alright, fine, I guess I won’t talk about your dad more than I talk to you,” he huffs playfully, “Fine, then.”

“Really though,” you pat his forearm, “you’re not cursed.”

“I know. I know. Yeah. It’s just… I know.”

“Good, and I’ll keep reminding you.”

“Gonna make me go fishing with your dad?”

“Oh, for sure. You’ll both hate it. I hope you have fun.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Anything for you.”

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