#i can’t do anything right or save my money because all of it goes to my mom i can’t not give her money when she asks for it and i just

[gatorlovebot]

nsfw. mdni. this is self indulgent but its my right as a 20 something who is getting ready to move out on their own for the first time to write about landlord john price ok <3

landlord price who buys a nice looking duplex in the city and fixes it up himself. lives in the top floor because he doesn’t need much space to himself and rents out the bottom unit. so far it had mostly been couples or smaller familes renting out the bottom unit, until you came along.

you, who had been saving money to rent something nice for yourself, something with a little extra space. the two bedroom downstairs unit is perfect for you, but you have pretty mixed feelings about your landlord living right above you. until you actually meet him.

upon moving in your greeted by the warm accent of john price. his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you and you can pick out grey hairs in his full beard. it’s so cliche, feeling butterflies for an older man whose kind to you but what are you supposed to do when he offers to help you bring in boxes, muscly arms on full display?

he allows you time and space to get settled in, with a promise of, “i’m just upstairs if you ever need anything.”

you don’t see him for the next few days until there’s a knock at your door and its him, looking soft and sweet in a grey henley, just in time for the colder fall weather. “would you care to join me for dinner? i tried a new soup recipe and seems like a i have enough to feed a small army.”

and that’s how you end up in his space for the first time. it’s tiday yet lived in. furniture dark and worn. you can tell a man lives here. dinner is nice, soup rich and filling. but john makes it so much better. effortlessly making you laugh with his bad jokes and stories. he’s warm and personable. your little crush grows when he walks you back downstairs to your unit when the sun goes down. you find yourself struggling to go inside to your empty apartment.

some days you see him and some days you don’t. your work schedule is consistent but you can’t get a read on his schedule, coming and going unpredicatably. life of a retiree, you think.

sometimes you catch him when you’ve come home from work. usually you’re thrilled to see him, an immediate smile stretching across your face and a blush on your cheeks as soon as you see his smile and hear his voice.

sometimes you curse his presence. like now, when you can’t even wait until you get inside your place before the tears start to fall. and of course john has to be in the front yard racking up leaves. you try to give a polite hello and walk up the steps inside, but john price can already read you like a book.

he’s pulling you into his chest before you even know it, big, solid arms wrapped around your shoulders holding you snug to him. “what’s got you so upset, huh?”

and you let the tears fall in earnest, feeling safe and secure with john. “work…just fucking sucks.”

“oh you poor thing,” he coos before gathering you up in his arms and leading you up to his place. he brews some tea as you sink into his couch, the leather warm and soft underneath you. once the teas done, he settles next to you and let’s you warble on about how unsupportive your work environment is and how your boss never follows through on his promises. he mostly just lets you talk, letting out an occasional hum in affirmation. that night he’s not very talkative, he’s much more tactile. running his hands up and down your arms, rubbing the tension from your shoulders and back as he allows you to lean on him until you’re practically in his lap. you’ve exhausted yourself crying and he thanks you for being so vulnerable with him and tells you that even though you don’t deserve all the bullshit at your job, you’re such a brave girl for fighting through it.

things continue to get more and more comfortable between you two. you would almost go as far as to say you would consider him a friend. you do still sometimes have awkward moments though. like when you go down to the basement to change your laundry from the washer to the dryer and you find him already placing your garments in. “oh sorry,” he says, flustered, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks at being caught. “i spilt some paint on myself earlier while touching up the trim outside and really needed to get some stuff in the washer. i was going to message you asking if all this stuff could go in the dryer.”

he’s so thoughtful, you think. “yeah, it can all go in. thanks, john!”

hours later when you’re finally putting away your clean laundry you realize some of your panties are missing. oh well, its an older dryer, must have eaten them.

its months layer when your stomach drops as you read a text from john asking if you could come upstairs later tonight, there was something he needed to talk to you about. you feel a flash of panic, his text sounding serious. did you do something wrong? you had just seen him the previous day and everything between you seemed fine. you thought you were a great renter, but now you weren’t so sure.

you make your way up to his place and he greets you at the door, usual soft smile on his face.

“i just wanted to get something out in the open,” he starts as you both take a seat on the couch. “i’ve noticed an odor coming from downstairs late at night.”

for a moment you have no idea what he could be talking about, an odor, you think and then it hits you. your late night smoke sessions. “oh, yeah.” it dawns on you. “i’m so sorry about that.”

“no, no, it’s fine.” he reassures, “i would be a bit of a hypocrite myself to be honest, i smoke cigars constantly. try to keep it to just the back balcony but sometimes i break my own rules.”

“yeah, i don’t do it in the apartment because that would be rude, but,” you wince, “sometimes i get a little too lazy to go outside so i just do it out my bedroom window.”

“ah, no worries, dear. just wanted to let you know that i know.”

with your panic subsiding you feel a little bold, “would you like to smoke a little, john?”

“if you’re offering, i’ll be on the balcony.”

you would have never imagined sharing a joint with john would lead you here. in his lap, legs splayed open with your pants around your ankles. listening to the wet sounds of your pussy as he dips his big fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots. your brain is floaty and your limbs feel weightless against his big body that surrounds yours.

there’s a constant stream of nonsense and whimpers that leaves your lips as you dumbly watch him pet your swollen clit. but its the filth from his mouth that really gets you. “such a pretty little thing fo’ me, huh?”

“this little cunt ‘s all mine, right?”

“i’ve been thinking about touching you like this since the day you moved in.”

“cum on my fingers, sweet girl, i know you want to.”

and you do, clenching around his fingers as you keen and moan through it. there’s a whispered, “good girl,” deep and gravelly in your ear before you’re being lifted into john’s arms as he carries you back inside, to his bedroom.

#captain john price x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #john price smut #john price imagine #captain john price smut #cod smut #cod imagine #gator.writing #like i said SELF INDULGENTTTT #also super messy bc i just needed to get these thoughts out of my head

[sheeluvsme]

Let’s talk about how price is literally husband material …

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE HEAD CANNONS 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ I love this man sm …. I normally hate facial hair on a guy BUT GOD DAYM COD MEN PULL THAT SHIT OFF..

Mix of sfw and nsfw blurbs bc I’m a silly guy. I really enjoy writing this shit bc I literally will be kicking my feet twirling my hair .. ( warning fem body parts used!) as I write this shit LMAOO enjoy!!! Ps. Not proof read..I wrote this at like 4 in the morning

He literally is so good to you , you can’t even be like mad at him over ANYTHING.

There was a time he accidentally dropped his cigar and it caught the bare skin of your leg AND HE FELT SO BADDDDD

He literally can not stand the thought of you being hurt..

He DEF SENDS CARE PACKAGES WHEN HES OUT FOR MONTHS AT A TIME

Being gone for so long he always takes a shirt of yours DRENCHED in your most used perfume so when he sleeps he can trick his brain into thinking your there.

He would be a king of taking care of your son your period!!!

Your sitting there curled up trying to not wake him up but you are just in so much pain :// and his ass senses it through his slumber?:!:?:?

“ you alright love?” He mutters into your shoulder. GOD HIS MORNING VOICE IS HOT. He woke up from feeling you tense up and sigh and whine quietly from the pain. “ yeah. Just my period.” You mumble into your pillow. He carefully pulls his arm around you , “ where” he asks. “ what-?” You ask confused. “ where is it cramping now love? I’ll massage it for you.” He whispered. You can’t help but swoon because you got the best husband in the WORLD “it’s my stomach right now-“ and immediately he takes his hand rubbing your stomach. The pain is suddenly being soothed and you can finally un-tense. “ theree you go love. I got you.” He kisses your shoulder softly. “ I’ll stay like this for a bit and then ill grab your heating blanket and a cup of tea hm? “ you feel him smile against your shoulder.

He’s very caring towards you but let’s not forget how you treat him like royalty fr

He always comes back with SOMETHING wrong with his back , and he whines about it to you every time so you’ll massage his back for him. He always wins you over.

He thinks he’s def undeserving  of you, your so sweet to him! He’s not used to women liking him just because you love him as a person himself. He’s had past girlfriends that just liked him for money benefits. Not you though, you literally freak out when he spends WAY too much on you “ John price!?— how much was this necklace??” And he always smiles and says “ don’t worry about it. “ he has learned lots of money saving tricks from you , he calls you a penny pincher LMAOO, he thinks it’s cute though you worry about him spending to much money like he doesn’t got enough.

He absolutely adores when you wear his hat , he thinks your the cutest thing on planet earth but dear god he’d never let you near any of the shit he does😭

You get along with 141 pretty well and it makes price really happy.

You’ve all been to the bar numerous of times and he likes watching you and soap bicker about stupid shit “ you..you eat lamb stomach?” “ ITS CALLED HAGGIS AND ITS GOOD!!”

Ghost and price giggling in the background.

They know how much you mean to there captain so they also would do anything to protect you

Your at a bar with them and some guy try’s talking to you and grabs your shoulder THEN HE JUST SEES A BUNCH OF TALL ASS GUYS GLARING HIM DOWN LMAOO let’s hope Buddy wore brown pants 🙏🏻

NSFW !!

Price lovesssssss eating you out , LITERALLY ANYWHERE IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE. Especially if you had a shitty day at work , your in the shower trying to rinse off the day and suddenly you feel your not alone anymore..

Manz lifts you up on HIS SHOULDERS SO HE CAN EAT YOU OUT

He’s more dominant but he doesn’t mind you taking lead AT ALL

Man goes insane when you ride him

He can’t sleep , but you know he needs to. He hasn’t been sleeping much sense his last mission, he’s clearly stressed. Your hugging him..hugging turns to kissing. Kissing turns to groping, and then it turns to you ontop of him grinding against his bulge. “ fuck..let me take care of you, yeah?” You simply shake your head “ no captain. It’s time I take care of you.” He can’t deny your request when you look heavenly ontop of him. Helping each other slip off each other’s clothes, he loves looking at your tits , he finds how they feel so nice in his hands. He can’t help but grunt when you sit down on him and slowly begin to move your hips. His hands are gripped TIGHTLY against your hips. He can’t stop himself from using his hands to help move you and fuck you , he wants to be able to hit the deepest parts of you because honestly he fantasizes about getting your pregnant. He loves shooting a full load in you and praying you get pregnant, be there to take care of you , and most Importantly get to see a little baby made by you and him!!! Makes him go nuts , that’s why you and him fuck way too much around your cycle.

He is BIG into photos and videos of you.

He records videos of him fucking you and then watch them while he’s away, or he’ll take pictures to look at when he feels lonely on a trip!!!

He keeps a nude picture of you in his wallet ;)) soap was traumatized when price asked him to get something out his wallet and he found something HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE , soap has you and him down in his phone as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ seeing that was horrific for him 😭😭

Thank you for reading <33 commissions open!!!

#captain price #cod x reader #john price #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #soap mw2 #ghost simon riley #captain john price x reader #cod reader insert #soap cod #writers on tumblr #writerslife #cod headcannons #captain john price #captain john price smut #follow #sheeluvsmee #Spotify

[mars-and-the-theoi]

Low energy Devotional Acts for when you don’t have a lot of energy (or time, or money, etc.) pt. 8

🌾Demeter🌾

- if able go on a walk and enjoy the outdoors doesn’t have to be anywhere fancy it could literally just be a walk around the block

- if you can’t go on a walk either sit outside for a bit or just open some windows for some fresh air

- play farming simulator (you think I’m joking but I’m not) or watch vids of ppl playing it

- watch documentaries or do a deep dive on farming and all the stuff that goes with it (maybe you’re wanting to know more about tractors, or farming techniques over the years, etc.)

- if able attend a farmer’s market or look into any that are in your area you don’t necessarily need to buy anything you could just go look around (I do that regularly)

- learn about the role of a farmer and what it’s like to be a farmer (I worked on a farm for a bit in high school and while I loved it I couldn’t do it as a living it takes a very special someone to do it) and look up ways you can support them

- learn about the native plants in your area

- watch foraging videos and learn about it (how to safely do it especially, if it’s something you wish to do at some point)

- if able support local farmers by buying their products (I know here in wi it’s not uncommon for farm stands to pop up this time of year and they sell all sorts of stuff for good prices! One in my town sells the best corn and for only $1 a piece which is perfect)

- point out cows, horses, sheep, goats, etc. while going by them in the car

- learn about homesteading and watch videos about it (though I will issue a heads up that some of these folks veer into uh….’crunchy’ beliefs so just be careful I guess)

- look up recipes you’re interested in trying, try to write your own recipe, or cook something using a family recipe/you’d own recipe if able

- enjoy a fruit, vegetable, or grain/bread product! Have some toast with jelly/jam! Have a salad! A fruit cup! The fruit/veggies can be frozen as well. It’s still that fruit/veggie.

- listen to a devotional playlist for Her

- listen to nature soundscapes

🦉Athena🦉

- learn your rights and by the gods I can’t stress this enough (if you rent learn your tenants rights, learn your workers rights, etc.)

- watch a war movie, show, or documentary (plugging Band of Brothers again because there’s some examples of excellent leadership and all that)

- read or listen to an audiobook about war (can be fiction or nonfiction- my personal favorite is Conversations With Major Dick Winters it’s great)

- listen to a devotional playlist for Her

- is there a weapon you’re interested in? Or maybe a style of combat? Or something else pertaining to combat? Read about it! Watch a video about it!

- if able pick up a handicraft of some sort: knitting, crocheting, sewing, etc.)

- if unable to do that watch tutorial videos for it (I can knit but can’t crochet to save my life but I love watching crocheting videos)

- read or listen to an audiobook about literally anything

- if you’re a student, and are able, do some studying

- or just watch documentaries or read articles and such about stuff that interests you

- if able play a strategy game if unable to do so look up videos for techniques for strategy games you like and pick up some new tricks for when you next play!

- if able do a puzzle (can be as simple or complex as you want)

- if able do something like a word search, sudoko, crossword, etc.

#hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenic pagan #hellenic pantheon #hellenic paganism #low energy low effort devotional acts #cause we all have those times where we just need something simple #athena deity #athena worship #demeter deity #demeter worship

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1201

Up All Night (Jihyo)

'Don’t tease me, I may really get in the bathroom.’ Jihyo pats your ass. ‘Don’t you wanna try soap bath with me?’ Jihyo smirks before she leaves the room, leaving you to how it would feel if Jihyo gives you a soap massage with her pair of big tits.

You go to the bathroom and take a quick bath, not wanting to occupy the shower for too long. When you step out of the bathroom, you see Jihyo’s mum is waiting for you. ‘Son, just be comfortable as you are at your home.’ She says as she waves at you and tell you to join her in the living room.

‘Thanks, madam’ You bow again and follow her steps, sitting opposite to her, waiting her to says what she wanna say.

‘Jihyo is really happy when she is with you.’ Jihyo’s mum looks at you with a kind smile.

‘I will do my best to make Jihyo happy for the rest of her life, Madam. I don’t want her feel sad anymore.’

‘I hope you can keep the promise, my daughter is really emotional.’ Jihyo’s mum looks at you with sincere. ‘This may not be appropriate, but now I am asking you to take care of her. We don’t want her to be hurt like when she is with her ex.’

‘Do you know Daniel never visit us even they dated for a long time. Everytime, Jihyo finds us is about money, because Daniel always overspend. Only God knows how much money we have gave them. And one time my husband refuses to give them money. They went to Seoul that night without noticing us. When we knew about it, they already get married.’

‘Her dad is really angry about this, even the money of buying Jihyo’s house in Seoul is using my secret saving. Remember, don’t tell my husband.’ Jihyo’s mum smirks

‘Jihyo always want to prove she has chosen the right person, unfortunately, he is not. My daughter just hurt by him everytime. But I believe my sense, you are good men.

‘This may not be appropriate, but now I am asking you to take care of her. We don’t want her to be hurt like when she is with her ex, can you do that?’

'Yes, madam. Please don't worry Jihyo, I will use my life to protect her, I love her, and I will do everything to make her feel happy.'

Jihyo's mum nods and holds your hand. 'Every parent wants her kids to be happy, just like her dad, so don't put it in mind.'

'Jihyo said you need to catch the plane tomorrow morning, then I will not disturb you anymore. Goodnight, son. Jihyo is with her sister now. You may wait for her in her room.' You stand up and bow again.

You know it's been a long time since Jihyo meet her siblings, so you decide not to disturb her and head to her room instead. You sleep on her bed, waiting for Jihyo's return. However, once you close your eye, Nayeon's watery eyes will appears in your mind.

You try to get her out of your mind, but soon you feel someone hugging you from behind. ‘Sorry for making you wait so long, they want me to sing them to sleep.’ You turn around to kiss her. ‘No, not so long, not so long compared to how long we are doing tonight.’

‘I can’t wait to do it with you, lets see can I keep quiet tonight.’ Jihyo start removing her pajamas, you only notice she is not wearing anything inside. Your hand automatically goes to her breasts, she smiles when she sees you are so addicted. ‘Squeeze harder, you are not gonna have it for some time.’ Jihyo whispers.

You can’t contain yourself, using hand is not enough for you, you kiss her lips and slowly go down. You leave hickeys on her neck, making Jihyo more excited. ‘No… They can see it tomorrow…’ Jihyo moans lightly.

‘They will know one day eventually, don’t worry so much.’ You kiss her one more time and keep going down. You bury your head in her breasts until you choke. ‘What a heavenly way to die in these tits.’ You sigh, then you start sucking her nipples, everytime you bite her, Jihyo’s body shivers. You keeping teasing her, sometimes you would suck her like a hungry baby, sometime you just lick her nipples lightly. You look up and see that Jihyo is nearly crazy, sweat start forming on her mound, the moisture makes you more excited.

‘Umm… No, Y/N…’ Seeing Jihyo nearly collapse, you decide to continue your journey. You kiss her nipples one last time and go down again. Your tongue is drawing a line on her skin. Jihyo is so sensitive, especially when you lick her stomach. ‘Ah!’

‘You gonna keep quiet, otherwise I can’t continue. Can you do that for me?’ You look at Jihyo, remind her that she needs to be quiet. Jihyo looks right into your eyes and nods. ‘I Love you.’

Finally, you reach her clit. You kiss her lips and say ‘Relax and enjoy the night.’ Then you start licking her, Jihyo use both of her hands to cover her mouth, the pleasure from your tongue makes her losing her mind. ‘Umm… Hum…’

‘Shh!’ You put a finger next to your lips and continue your works. ‘I am cumming, Y/N!’ Jihyo stops to resist the pleasure, she use one of her hands to grab your hair and pushes you towards her pussy. You drive your tongue deeper, directly hitting her g spot. ‘Umm… No! No!’

You continue to eat out Jihyo, at the meantime your hands twist her nipples. Jihyo arcs her back when she reaches the points of no return. Her juices splashing from her pussy as she cums all over your face. You drink it like you has loss in desert for days, you finish all of her nectar before crawling up and giving her a kiss. "We have to be quiet, Jihyo" you say teasingly.

‘Who can keep quiet if your tongue moves so fast.’ Jihyo says and her hands go down for your cock. You release a slight moan when Jihyo touches you, you cock is already in full hardness when you start the foreplay with her. ‘It must feels bad for being hard so long.’ Jihyo says warmly. ‘Now let me return the flavor, you should keep quiet this time.’

Jihyo pushes her tits in your mouth to distract you, while her hands stroking you more fiercely. Both of you are hiding the moan while enjoy other’s hard work.

‘Are you ready?’ Jihyo kisses your forehead. you release her tits and looks up at her. You adjust yourself in a better position, you rub her clits with your cock, teasing her ‘You need it inside right?’

‘Stop teasing me, I want you to love me now.’ Jihyo moves her body, want you to put it inside. You kiss her one more time and impale her with you cock, only stop when you have reached the deepest of her pussy. ‘I missed being together like this. Just you and me. The kisses ends when you two are out of breath.

You intertwine your fingers with hers, holding her hands above her head as you push my cock deeper into her. ‘I will go slower, I wanna enjoy the night with you longer.’ You look right into her eyes, you can see each other’s shadow in their eye. Jihyo nods her head and kisses you again.

You give Jihyo a kiss while impaling her with your cock. You break apart when you run out of breath. "I missed being together like this. Just you and me." You say to her before you begin thrusting slowly. You intertwine your fingers with hers, holding her hands above her head as you push your cock deeper into her.

Your cock is perfectly fit for Jihyo’s pussy, the suction from her womb makes your body shivers, but you have decided to go as soft as you can tonight, you wanna give a memorable night for Jihyo. The way that Jihyo looks at you make you feel loved, you cannot contain yourself and kiss her again. Everytime you thrust, Jihyo will release a light moan ‘um…’

Despite you are having soft sex with her, the pleasure you bring to Jihyo seems no different from usual, she could just bite her lips to reduce her volume of moaning. ‘Faster please, Y/N. My pussy is so itch.’ Jihyo whispers. Jihyo is completely turned on, the way she breathes makes her tits bounces more fiercely. She even cross her legs on your back, forcing you to go deeper with her.

 ‘You really want me to go faster?’ You stop your thrusting and tease her.

‘Yes, Y/N. Please, please go faster, I need your cock.’ Her hands are locked by you, so she is totally under your control now, she could just grind herself with you, temporarily releasing her lust.’ The way her walls clamping you also makes you hyper, your cock needs to release after the long night.

‘Here we go then, but remember to keep quiet, Jihyo. Otherwise I will kill by your dad.’ You are tempted by her suction and decide to go rougher with her. You begin to thrust in and out again, but with a higher pace and intensity. You still bending her hands all over her head, forcing her to obey your move. ‘Yes, Y/N! I need this! I need you to go like this!’ Jihyo starts moaning like crazy when you fuck her with a higher speed

You kiss her one more time and start licking her neck fiercely. The sweat on her skin has the scent of Jihyo, making you more turned on. You occasionally leaving some hickeys on her neck when you are licking her. ‘You are mine, Jihyo. You are mine forever.’ Moan slipping from your mouth.

"You're mine, Jihyo," you say repeatedly. you speed up my thrusts until you are like a wild animal. Watching Jihyo's breasts bounce while you fuck her entrances, the lust in your heart runs wild and you just move down, sucking on her tits. You feel yor cock twitch inside her and she feels it too. "Jihyo, I'm going to cum." you moan softly. "I love you, Jihyo. Have my baby," you groan as you drive your cock deep into her womb and spew ropes of semen into her.

Jihyo's legs pushing you even deeper when she feels your cock start throbbing inside her. 'Umm... Ummm!' She bites so hard that even her lips are bleeding.

Her whole body jerks after you send her to the orgasm. You release her hand and give her a deep kiss. 'I love you.' Before you lay on her tits and enjoy her milking.

Jihyo's legs are still locking you firmly, 'I wanna connect with you longer, Y/N.' You wipe away the swear on her forehead. 'Your pussy feel so good that I want to connect with you forever. Oh.... It's still milking me... You are so needy tonight?'

'It's so hard to keep my moan, you know? But it is very exciting.' Jihyo smiles and milks you harder. 'But... are you really meant to have a baby with me? Or is it just a tease on bed to make me more hyper. I mean...'

A little bit of both," you reply as you kiss her. "I think having a kid with you would be great. You'd be a good mommy, but we can talk about that whenever you're ready to." You kiss Jihyo's neck softly. "We should focus on tonight right now." you start moving slowly, pushing your cock in deeper as you start the second round of the night.

You kiss her neck again when you start thrusting again. 'We don't have too much time left, Jihyo, I will fill your womb full tonight.'

'Oh yes! Y/N. Make me a mother! I want to born a baby for you!' Jihyo starts to moan, forgetting she should be quiet.

Jihyo's answers strike right into your hearts. It reminds what Nayeon answers to you when you say you want to give her a child.

'Be the mother of my child, Jihyo!' You groan and make more hickeys on her neck.

'Ummm... No... They will see it tomorrow... ummm...' Jihyo just protesting verbally, but her hands are pushing you to her neck, signaling she is enjoying your kiss.

'I heard women are more easily to be breed when they are more excited, are you really want to be a mother?' You stop the kiss and suck her nipples.

'Yes, Y/N. I am ready! Fill me! Ah!' Jihyo moans and reaches orgasm again when she hears you want to breed her.

'But you need to keep quiet. Close your eye, Jihyo, and follow my lead.' You give her a deep kiss, not giving her chance to recover.

Jihyo's body is completely softened as she is out of air. You carry her up easily and start moving.

'Where are we going...' Jihyo's mind starts to unclear from the furious sex. 'Keep quiet, Jihyo.' You thrust your hips again. The pleasure of sex makes Jihyo lose the ability to think. She just keeps moaning lightly. She is now carried by you like a koala, and all fours of her are hugging you. Every steps you move is pushing you deeper, nearly driving her crazy. Both of you don't notice her juices are keep dripping to the floor.

You tell her to open her eyes until you reach the living room. 'Where are we?' Jihyo asks before she noticed where you are. 'Oh, no!' You can feel she is much tighter when she finds out you two are in the living room.

'No, Y/N. No!' Jihyo cums again even you stopped thrusting.

You kiss Jihyo to keep her quiet, "shh, or else they'll find out." You start moving again slowly. "If you really want to, I'll take us back." You start kissing her neck while feeling her pussy tighten around your cock. "Just say the word, and we'll go back to your room."

'No... We can do it here... I know you like it...' Jihyo whispers weakly, her walls are sucking your cock so hard, you can't even move easily.

'Relax, Jihyo. Relax so we can have more fun.' You give her a kiss and put her down on the couch. ' I want to go from the back, I want to see your fat ass shaking.' You whisper to her ear. The hot wind you blow makes her shivers... 'Use me, Y/N. Give me a kid...' She can't stop moaning.

'Jihyo, I am going in.' You groan as you enter her again. Her pussy is super tight as she is still so nervous. 'Oh... You are tearing me apart...' You ignore her and pushing your cock into her deepest part. 'Shit, Y/N. I am cumming.' Her juices splashes all over the sofa, but you do not have the mood to clean it.

The only thing in your mind is to pleasure Jihyo, you bend down to lean closer to her. One of your hands is slapping her ass, another hand twisting her nipple and you kiss the back of her neck. Her body keeps jerking, and every time she raises her head, her hair slaps your face. The scent from her hair makes you go wild. You go rougher and rougher, which you even do not notice. 'Cum for me, Jihyo. I love you.' You keep groaning.

You keep thrusting into Jihyo, her pussy growing tighter as she nears her orgasm. I turn her head to the side and give her a passionate kiss while I put my hands on her waist and bury my cock inside her, giving her another creampie. I feel her body shiver against mine as I fill her, and as her muffled moans grow quiet, I let her breathe and break the kiss. "I love you, Jihyo. I'm glad I met you."

'Me too. Meeting you among the people is the best thing I ever did.' Jihyo lays on the couch and turns around to kiss you.

She Slightly push you away, when your cock leave her, there's a pop sound, and you can see your seed quickly dripping from her pussy.

Jihyo strugglly kneels before the sofa and jerks your cock. 'Let me clean you before we go to sleep.' One of her hands is covering her clit, preventing more of your cum slip out. You just rest on the couch and let Jihyo clean you. You give her a smile and caress her hair. 'You mouth feel so good, are you really cleaning me rather than teasing me for another round? Oh... Jihyo...'

You compliant encourage Jihyo, she suck you harder, and you can see her saliva is dropping through her jaw. 'You want to drink my cum, Jihyo? I can't hold so long if you keep doing that. Ah...' Your cock is still sensitive from the orgasm, everytime Jihyo sucks you, you can feel some remaining cum is leaving your tips.

'No, that's all.' Jihyo stops suddenly and leans to you for a kiss. We are still gonna have breakfast with my dad tomorrow. It's time to sleep now.'

You carry her back to the room, you softly put her on the bed, and then immediately hug her from behind. She grabs your hand and puts it on her stomach. '10 months later, I will be the happiest woman in the world. It would be fun if our kids really born because of tonight.'

You put my hand on her belly. "Yeah, it would be. I'd be really happy too." You pull Jihyo in closer to me and kiss the back of her head. "I love you, Jihyo. I'll miss you while I'm gone." You two remain against each other the entire night as you drift off to sleep.

‘Wake up, Y/N. Wake up!’ You feel someone trying to wake you up. You are still very sleepy from the intense sex last night, you push your morning boner into Jihyo smoothly before you start thrusting.

‘Umm… No… Y/N. Ah! We don’t have time.’ Jihyo hammers your chest lightly. ‘I know you want it, Jihyo. Didn’t you said you want to born a baby?’ You kiss her neck and start moving more fiercely.

‘Knock Knock’ The knocking on the door wakes you up instantly. ‘Mum…’ You are shocked when you hear what Jihyo says. You pull out immediately and greet Jihyo’s mum. ‘Morning, auntie.’ She just glazes you. ‘ I know the youngsters are energetic, but its time for breakfast, and my husband has wake up. Get yourself dressed and join us at the dining room.’

‘Yah, I told you stop.’ Jihyo says embarrassingly. You grab her jaw and kiss her, ‘You know I can’t resist you, it’s the fault of your mummy to born such a pretty girl.’

‘Shut Up!’ Jihyo is embarrassed by your confession and hit you with the pillow. ‘They are waiting already!’

You quickly clean yourself and head to the dining room. ‘Good morning, everyone. I hope I wasn’t disturbing you last night.’ You sit down next to Jihyo.

‘You think I don’t know what you did last night?’ Jihyo’ s dad says coldly.

‘Appa!’ Jihyo shyly yells.

‘You have grown up, I cannot stop what you wanna do.’ He sighs.

The breakfast ends in an awkward mood, and you just quickly finish the meal and ready to leave. You feel Jihyo hugging you from behind when you are packing your belongings. ‘You look so good in the suit.’ She says.

‘I will miss you for sure, make sure to call me more often when you are free.’ Jihyo helps you fixing the hair. You kneels down a bit to make her more comfortable.

‘My mum just check the rubbish bin, and she gave me this.’ Jihyo blushes and hands you a box of condom.

You rub her head, "I'll make sure to call you a lot, and I don't think I'll be needing those. I mean, if we're trying for a baby," you say while nudging her sides. you spend as much time alone with Jihyo as you can before I leave. She walks with you outside of her home, and you give her a goodbye kiss. "I'll be back soon, Jihyo. I love you."

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #jihyo smut #twice jihyo #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Never enough

Summary: Y/N goes out with Kyouka for a flat hunt. Izuku gets smacked in the face - Once by a random teen and once by his Sweet Pea.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a toxic relationship (in the past).

First Chapter Master List

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Kyouka comes over a few hours after Izuku leaves; he didn’t really say goodbye after your conversation in the bedroom this morning, which was quite surprising and he also left an untouched sandwich on the table, filled with his favorite stuff, which is also… well… really fucking weird, but okay. To be fair, there is so much happening all at once it’s easy to go all silly, especially at 5 AM in the morning. Maybe it took him so long to make his sandwich he ended up being late and instead of bringing it with him he just left it on the table. Even though, Izuku must be aware that he owns a cat so leaving food on the table isn’t the smartest idea. Thankfully, All Meowt is the laziest motherfucker the word has ever seen and jumping on the table to get some nibbles is way too much of a lbother for him, hence why the food is still in tact.

Sometimes you wonder if All Meowt is even a cat; he doesn’t scratch furniture, doesn’t eat anything he needs to work for, barely jumps on anything and he’s just… a part of the furniture. A furry little sofa pillow. He’s also really smart as somehow he knew you are the one who messed with his automatic feeder because to this day, he didn’t even approach you once when Izuku wasn’t around. Except when you sleep. Then he cuddles. He probably hopes you stay that way forever.

“Okay, I managed to get a viewing for flat 2 and flat 4.” Kyouka mumbles to herself after putting her phone down. You look at the girl incredulously. “Don’t look at me like that, I know flat 4 is pricy as fudge, but with my current salary, I can afford it. I won’t have a bunch to spend for a few months but if I make it to the top 10 next year, it won’t be a problem!”

You know Kyouka like you know the back of your hand; there is no reason to even look at flat 2 at this point, this silly woman has already decided to get that fancy ass flat and there is probably an extremely ridiculous reason behind it.

“Be honest with me…” You look at your bestie, trying your best not to look judgmental. “Why do you want that flat?”

Kyouka looks down at her hands, her cheeks ruddy from embarassment. “My favorite rockstar lives in the same building… you know the one with black hair and the sick angel wing tattoo.” Kyouka answers while she plays with her bangs like a stupid school girl.

There it is. There it fucking is.

“So you decided to spend all your life savings for a few minutes of neighborly banter with your Bae.” You really can’t believe this silly woman.

“Oh my god, you are literally dating your favorite hero, sorry if your stupid love story made me believe in fated love!” She yells and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Hey, it didn’t cost me anything to fall in love with him though! Plus we are not official yet!” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“Oh fuck off, Izuku wouldn’t even poke you with a foot long pole if he wouldn’t want you to be his fucking wife in the next few years. My bro isn’t playing around. He’s had enough of that shit when he was young.”

Well, that’s a new information.

“What do you mean?”

Kyouka sighs.

“It’s not my place you tell you this and to be honest I don’t know too much about it, Katsuki is probably the best one to ask but… there was this girl, right after high school who was all over Izuku after his first debut. We told him to stay away from her, we warned him that she’s only after the fame and the money but Izuku was so happy to be liked by someone in a romantic way he didn’t fucking listen to any of us…” Kyouka’s eyes look really sad as she continues. “Izuku was always a sweet boy so most people only thought of him just as that; a boy, not a man. This girl was different, I give her that. I fucking hated her. We all did. Except Izuku.” You really don’t like where this story is going. You can feel the betrayal in the air, it makes your stomach upset and your heart bleed. “After a few weeks Izuku couldn’t even wear his own clothes. She started to point out every geeky thing on him, the shirts, the shoes, his hair… she wanted him to change into something he wasn’t. She even made a comment about his baby fat. Katsuki almost exploded her that day and Izuku stopped bringing her over after that. Things got worse after as Katsuki wasn’t there to reprimand her. I don’t want to say more, Y/N. Ask him. It’s not my story to tell.”

You are rendered speechless. There are so many emotions swirling inside you; fury, hatred, sadness, then there is the urge to protect, the urge to call Izuku home so you can tell him how much you love him and his quirkiness… it’s so much to take in, so much to think about…

“Let’s go before we both start crying.” Kyouka ruffles your hair and motions towards the door, ready for the adventure.

You try your best to keep your focus on the beautiful flats. You look around for flaws, ask the right questions but you are not really there; your mind can only think of Izuku, about how alone he must’ve felt while dating that terrible human being, how humiliated he had to feel around his friends in those clothes he was forced to wear… fuck.

“I’ll walk you home then I’ll come back to do the paperwork.”

She doesn’t need to say any more for you to know that all your thoughts are written on your face.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry! You helped a lot. Really.” Kyouka smiles. You are so lucky to have her.

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Izuku is not with it at work. He makes a lot of mistakes and he gets punched by some “random extra” who shouldn’t even be able to touch him.

There was a group of teens making a ruckus downtown. Izuku and Katsuki were out on patrol when they saw them yelling at a poor old man, asking for money but somehow Izuku managed to get hit by one of the kids while he was too distracted with his own thoughts.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Deku!” Katsuki yells at him with a red face. “You just let that fucking extra have the time of his fucking life! Hitting the number one fucking hero in the face! He probably thinks he’s the coolest fucking dude right now and has zero motherfucking remorse about what he’s done!”

“Because you were any better, you burned that kids face! Do you want to get canceled?!”

Izuku is frustrated. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t just let Katsuki step over him like that, not anymore…

“Someone had to do something about it! I had to clean your fucking mess up because that’s what friends do, you absolute fucking moron!”

“Since when do you consider me as a friend? I thought I’m just a nuisance.”

“Stop with the attitude. I know what you are doing and it’s not going to work. You won’t push me away. Don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made when I was a kid. You know it more than anyone how much it fucking hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Kacchan.” He can’t take it anymore. The tears fall, his body shakes and moves towards Katsuki on his own and Katsuki catches him just in time.

“If you want to talk, I’m here. Eijirou is here too. You are not alone anymore.” Katsuki mutters into his hair, his fingers deep in Izuku’s curls. Katsuki has changed so much in the last few years; if anyone would’ve told him he’s gonna be cuddled by Katsuki while he cries for the stupidest fucking reason he would’ve laughed in their face.

He knows he’s being an idiot. Y/N loves him, he can see it in her eyes when he comes back after a long day of work, he can feel it in her touches, in the food she makes, in the way she smiles when Izuku cuddles her from behind… he also knows his Sweet Pea loves him the way he is and he has no reason to doubt himself with her but Izuku can’t do anything with his insecurities; he’s been told so many times how weird he is, how unattractive his home wear is, how his unruly hair makes him look like a child and he doesn’t even want to start talking about his “annoying” clinginess.

Maybe he should’ve told her to finish that commission instead of asking her to go to bed with him. Maybe he should’ve let her cook the food alone or ask her if she needs help instead of clinging to her back like an oversized koala. Maybe he should’ve slept on his own side of the bed instead of suffocating his Sweet Pea with his heavy arms. He went overboard. Even his perfect Sweet Pea needs some space. Maybe that’s why she wants to move out. She loves Izuku but Izuku is too much as a boyfriend… he’s too much, he’s always too much…

“Go home, Zuku.” Katsuki sighs into his hair. “Go home and sort yourself out. I fucking hate seeing you like this. I want to blow your face up.”

Izuku can’t help but snort at that.

“I love you too, Kacchan.”

“Fuck you.”

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You get home around 2PM; you managed to find some All Might shaped chicken nuggets in the store which you decided to air fry today with some lovely fresh veggies you found in the little market you love. Oh, and rice. Izuku needs more than a snack when he comes home.

Thankfully you manage to finish cooking by 3 so you decide to sit down and finally start working on your commissions; there isn’t much to do, just a few sketches, so you should be done by the time Izuku gets home. Thank god no one commissioned anything detailed, otherwise you would be fucked; there is no way you can do a full, colored drawing in this mental state.

For your surprise the door opens around 4PM; Izuku is already in his civilian clothes, freshly showered, hair still a bit wet.

There is one thing you realize now that Kyouka told you about his past; Izuku’s civilian clothes are quite plain compared to his usual style. It doesn’t sit right with you but that’s a problem for another day.

Today’s problem is…

“You are really early, did you forget something? Want to eat before you go back? I made you something special!” You jump off the chair right away. Izuku looks at you like this is the last time he sees your face; you have no idea what’s going on but you really hate that look on his face, that’s for sure. “Oh my god, please tell me this is not that part of the fanfiction when the hero comes home and tells his wife that he’s going a year long mission to America. I’m not ready for that yet.”

For some reason, Izuku looks guilty. He lowers his eyes, suddenly finding the design of the floor extremely interesting as he fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket anxiously.

“Just a short day, nothing to worry about.” Izuku smiles but it’s fake. So fucking fake it makes you want to gag. “Were you doing a commission? Don’t worry about me, I’m not even supposed to be here, so just ignore me.”

Red flag. A big, fucking red flag. Something happened and Izuku is not telling you jack shit about it.

“Izu, what the fuck, I’ve been waiting to have a few hours with you for a whole week, I can’t just ignore you. With the amount of hours you work I have all the time to finish this fucking scribble, but I only have a few hours with you.” You reprimand, a little bit offended. Just a little bit. Teeny-tiny bit. “You also left without giving me a kiss. You need to give me double kisses today. Also, look at the food I made for you!” You run into the kitchen and come out with the All Might shaped chicken nuggets. You show them off proudly, jumping up and down with the excitement. “Look! It’s All Might! And chicken! I put the magnet that came with it on the fridge, I hope that’s fine! There are 10 different magnets to collect, I’ll try to get them all!”

Suddenly, a loud sob escapes Izuku’s mouth, but it’s not his usual ‘I’m so happy so I’ll cry a river’ kinda sob, it’s the one full of pain and misery. “Izu.” You put the food down on the table to approach the shaking man now sitting on the floor. “I’m sorry do you not want to eat All Might? That’s okay, Izu!” You mutter but Izuku jumps into your words.

“Y/N, stop.” The sound of your own name sounds so foreign from Izuku’s mouth you almost choke on your words. “Stop. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, I can’t…” Izuku starts to sob again and you are not too far behind him. Without knowing, your tears start to fall, joining Izuku’s in the puddle of misery on the floor.

“What’s wrong, baby? Please, tell me what did I do wrong. I won’t do it ever again, I swear…”

“I know you want to move out. You don’t need to pretend.” Izuku jumps into your words between two loud sobs. “I know I’m impossible to live with, I know my love is toxic, it’s too much too soon, I’m… aware of it and I can change, I can give you space, fuck, I can sleep in the agency if you want me to, I don’t care, but please, don’t leave me. I can change, I can do anything…”

Instead of words you decide to use your hand to tell him how fucking annoyed you are. Because honest to fuck you thought someone died or Izuku is dying or the world is on fire and these are his last words… the sound of the slap is loud in the quiet room but it makes Izuku listen and hopefully he’ll forgive you when this is over.

“I don’t want you to change, you dumb little… waaah!” Great job, Y/N. You are doing fucking well. You slapped the poor sobbing guy then you called him dumb. Great start indeed. “I fucking love you and your nerdy little ass, I love the way you geek out over the stupidest thing, I love how we are glued to each other when you’re home because that’s what I also want to do, thank you for fucking asking, I love those super silly t-shirts you’re hiding at the back of your drawer and I can’t believe you never wear them by the way, I’m not leaving you, I’m not going anywhere, I want to be here, with you, every single second, I can’t believe you really thought you could get rid of me that easily, Midoriya Izuku!” You have no air left by the time you finish your sentence because you forgot to breathe during your rant. “Don’t you fucking dare to change for me. I fell in love with YOU, not with some impostor. Tell me what you want. Do what you want. Act as silly as you want. I’ll probably only love you more, even though it’s quite impossible.”

The silence is deafening. You can see Izuku’s brain going into overdrive. He looks completely lost.

“The notes on the table…” He mutters as he motions towards the notebook. He looks dumbfounded.

“Kyouka is looking for a new flat. I was helping her.”

“I’m an idiot.” Izuku mumbles, mortified. He even forgets to cry.

“Yeah, you are. My idiot boyfriend who I love so dearly.” The words slip out but it’s too late to take it back; you look at Izuku with a terrified look on your face, ready to be reprimanded but Izuku looks at you with nothing but wonder, eyes shining from tears and finally, from happiness.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again.” Izuku’s hand reaches towards you. Needless to say, you take it.

“My weird boyfriend, Midoriya Izuku.” You giggle to yourself. If this would be a fanfiction… ahh, Nevermind.

“I love you, Sweet Pea. Please, never change.” Izuku is all over you, not even caring about the floor being the most uncomfortable surface in the whole entire building. You can’t really hold yourself up with such a heavy weight sitting on your shoulders so you both end up stumbling backwards with a loud yelp followed by a bunch of giggling.

“So what does my boyfriend want to do today?” You mutter into Izuku’s neck between two kisses.

“I want to watch an All Might movie in my silly All Might onesie I’m hiding in my dresser while I eat the silly little all might chicken nuggets my perfect girlfriend made for me.”

Your smile is so big it actually hurts your jaw.

“… Only if I can borrow a silly All Might shirt to match with you.”

Apparently, that was the right thing to say; Izuku is about to combust from the happiness as he attacks your mouth with violent happy kisses.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He mutters into your lips, already knowing your answer.

“Only a few thousand times but it never gets old.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” He smirks with such confidence it makes you shiver. You did that. You made him feel that way. Oh fuck, this new Midoriya Izuku is really bad for your heart.

“Might as well be.” You grab Izuku’s hair at the back of his head and yank him forward for a heated, deep kiss. Izuku yelps but he doesn’t let you have all the control; this is Izuku’s day, he’s is completely unhinged and so are you.

The food got cold by the time you managed to untangle from each other.

And fuck, it was so worth it.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Some explanations for the this chapter because I feel like it’s needed:

- 1. Midoriya does wear merch, but mostly black ones with a logo on it instead of the super loud, super colorful ones he would prefer.

- 2. Midoriya’s mum said in one of the chapters that Midoriya has never had a girl over before which is still true; the girl was never officially introduced to Inko as Izuku knew the way the girl was treating him would make his mom really sad. Inko has a slight idea about what happened thanks to Katsuki but she was spared from the gruesome details of it. Izuku doesn’t know his mom knows about it.

- 3. No, they didn’t do anything cheeky on the floor. They were just kissing, you dirty little potato.

- In the next chapter, we are going home to Izuku’s mom! I’m so excited!!!!

- I got a beautiful Deku figurine. I try not to talk about my figurine obsession anymore but I have to show this one off. I genuinely didn’t think I’ll be able to get my hands on this one because it’s an Ichiban Kuji (it’s like a lottery but with anime merch) Last One prize, but here I am, I guess. 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #Deku x reader #pro hero deku x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya izuku x y/n #midoriya fluff #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku x reader

[76blades]

I can no longer stay silent.

I always feel bad for venting out loud, whether it be publicly or to my Twitter circle (which I have been doing a lot lately, and I’m sorry if it’s been distressing (…my point exactly)). But things have not been ok, nor have shown any significant chances of getting better anytime soon. I know I’m gonna be beating myself up later for posting this, but I’m sick and tired and I can’t stay quiet. I’m desperate for change.

For those who don’t know, Winter’s family (and job) has been severely mentally and emotionally abusing her, and it’s not just because of her gender identity. They’ve threatened and harassed her over her showing any negative emotions, her body, her interests, the food she eats, you name it. Granted, it’s not my tale to tell, but it has been BAD as of late for her, and it definitely has affected me. I might be going through some similar stuff with my dad, but he’s nothing compared to them.

Speaking of, for those who don’t know about my dad, he’s a slightly better version of Winter’s parents; a well-intended asshole but still an asshole. He has caused me to question my sanity and safety several times, and he refuses to acknowledge my anxiety as anything serious, and believes it’s something I can easily control and/or an act I put on. He’s been trying to pull me into college even though I’ve told him several times that I don’t want to, and he’s told me several times that if I don’t follow his advice then I’m only gonna end up nowhere. He certainly doesn’t believe anything regarding Winter’s situation either, and views it all with rose-tinted glasses. 

He also demands to know my entire schedule for the week, that I laugh at his jokes or smile when I don’t want to; and he even touches my shoulders and back without my consent, and he’ll get mad when I express my discomfort. I was dreading having to move back in with him because I knew this would all be happening, only for it to be so much worse. I don’t even feel comfortable recording when he’s home because I’m afraid of him yelling and/or making fun of me. And yet, it’s funny and sad how he’s an absolute saint compared to Winter’s family.

Winter and I have been breaking our backs trying to save up for a new home, but our jobs have been cruel to us on top of our families. We’re being overworked and underpaid, and a good chunk of our paychecks goes towards food and travel expenses. And while we’ve been trying our best to push our comms, we’re still a far way from freedom.

I don’t ever want to come off as a beggar for money, attention, etc., and I feel anxious whenever I boost my comms because of that, and yet I also feel like that’s exactly what I’m doing here. But I need to be transparent with you all about my and Winter’s situation. I am truly afraid that one of might truly snap, with the little remaining of our sanity vanishing in an instant. Tbh I feel like that person is more likely to be me than her. 

Regardless, I’m unsure of what else to do right now other than to keep boosting commissions and whatnot (and I might make a Ko-Fi goal too, idk), but I want to keep finding affective (and healthy) ways to spread awareness of our situation and help bring us a few steps closer to where we want to be.

I know I’ve said that I feel like I’m waiting for a miracle that won’t come, but maybe you all could help us bring that miracle to life. Thank you all for taking time out of your day to read this and support us.

I will be attaching links to my comms and Ko-Fi, as well as Winter’s. If you have any questions or would like to consider commissioning us, feel free to DM or Email either of us.

TLDR: Winter and I are being abused. We're desperate to leave our perspective toxic environments, and we need some extra help.

My Commissions | My Ko-Fi | Winter's Commissions | Winter's Ko-Fi

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah this is so random so don’t feel like you have to do it 🙈

But could you give us some random conversations with Eddie and the reader when they are pregnant? I just see them having super cute moments but also funny ones! Thank you xx

Hiii babes!! So just thinking of Eddie as a dad to be makes me wanna just turn to puddle of mush so thank you for wanting this and I hope you enjoy💖

*Eddie being willing to do just about anything to make you happy is what I live for also this is a mixture of fluff and like sassy realness lol*

“Are you allowed to do that while you’re with child?” “With child? What century are you in?” “I mean you’re…with a child.” “Don’t ever say that to me again.” “Got it.”

“Why do clothes that are so small cost so much money?” “Because they are extra cute and tiny so they have to charge more.” “You’re fucking with me.” “Nope it’s called the cute and tiny tax. Look it up Munson.” “It’s scary how convening you can be.” “What do you mean?” “Well come on, tiny tax? That’s not a real thing.” “Are you calling me a liar?” “Oh shit are you crying?”

“What about pizza? You love pizza.” “I don’t want that.” “Okay oh I’ve got it what about that weird sandwich you craved last week? I can make that for you.” “I will literally throw up on you if you even try to make me eat that right now.” “That’s a no then…uh pasta?” “That doesn’t sound horrible.” “Okay I’ll take that. Now what kind? We have like three different options.” “I don’t know.” “Please don’t cry sweetheart. I’ll just make them all okay? Let you pick and I’ll have whatever you don’t want. Just don’t cry baby.”

“Give me your hand.” “Oh no I’m not falling for that again.” “Eddie please give me your hand.” “What is that?” “You felt that? It’s the baby kicking.” “Holy shit.” “Are you crying?” “Yes. I just felt my baby kick for the first time I’m entitled to some waterworks.” “You’re so precious Eddie Munson.”

“Do you want to be called daddy or dad?” “I think I’ll save daddy for you princess.” “Why are you like this?” “Sorry. Dad is fine.” “Oh what about father?” “Too Darth Vader for me baby. But really dad or like what do babies say? Dada? That’ll be fine I’ll respond to anything they wanna call me.” “What if they call you Munson?” “They absolutely will never call me that.” “Oh oh what if when they are mad and they call you Eddie?” “You think they’ll be that mad at me one day to call me by my actual name? I didn’t learn Wayne’s name till I was like ten.” “I mean teenagers can be mean.” “Thank god we have time to prepare ourselves for that. But if they ever call me Eddie I’ll let you handle it.” “Me?” “Oh didn’t you know you’re totally the bad cop on this duo baby.” “No way in hell! I’m the good cop you asshole.” “You just proved my point sweetheart.” “You’re so annoying.”

“I feel like a whale.” “Am I allowed to tell you how beautiful you look or will that get me in trouble?” “You’re allowed.” “You look fucking stunning baby. I know they say pregnant woman have a glow and they were right. You…just take my breath away every time I see you.” “Laying it on extra thick today are we?” “Just being honest sweetheart.” “You like me all big and pregnant?” “Honestly I do. So much so I wouldn’t mind seeing you pregnant again after we meet this little metalhead.” “I’m gonna need you to slow your roll Munson. Let’s see how this pregnancy goes before we plan the next one.” “Fine. But really you’re fucking sexy as hell okay? If you ever forget it don’t worry I’ll happily remind you.”

“Thank you Princess.” “What are you thanking me for?” “For wanting to have a baby with me.” “Well thank you for sticking around.” “Oh you’re gonna have a hell of a time trying to get rid of me now baby.” “Oh god am I stuck with you for good?” “Yup I’m afraid so.” “I guess there’s worse things I could be stuck with.” “I feel the love princess.” “I love you Eddie.” “I love you too baby, both of you.”

“Have you ever thought about how you’re a walking party of two?” “I can’t say that I have.” “Like when we go to Benny’s we could say Munson party of three.” “Eddie is this what you think about while you’re home alone?” “I mean…yeah. It’s just really mind blowing knowing there’s a whole human inside of you right now.” “I know it is pretty wild to think about.” “Like you have two hearts inside you.” “I do. Yeah.” “That’s so fucking cool.”

“How’s this?” “It’s fine Eddie, I swear you’re not hurting me by putting lotion on my belly.” “I just don’t wanna put too much like pressure anywhere and make you have an accide-” “It happened one time and you swore you’d never bring it up again.” “Sorry sorry I didn’t mean to. I love you.” “I love you too.” “And I love you as well my little metalhead.” “Did you just kiss my belly? Why are your lips so cold?” “I don’t know? Wanna warm them up for me?” “That was smooth Munson.” “Hear that little one? Your dads still got it.”

“Baby? What’s wrong?” “I can’t sleep I’m having a hot flash.” “Okay let me get the fan.” “But then you’ll be cold.” “I’ll be fine baby I’ll just get an extra blanket. Besides I love sleeping with the fan on, the sounds are very relaxing.” “You hate our fan it squeaks too much.” “What are you talking about? The fan squeaking is the most soothing sound my ears have ever heard sweetheart.” “I can just sleep in the living room with the fan it’s fine.” “Baby please just get back into bed.” “You swear you don’t mind the fan?” “I swear.”

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ΚΕΦΑΛΑΙΟ I. The Island of Love and Purity.

“Aphrodite has blessed me with her beauty and I do nothing but thank her” you whisper to the women laying around listening to the new stories Petroula has to share on her adventure. “The Romans are at war again. My father told me that there are gonna be new people coming to the island as a safe haven” she spoke gracefully as if the news being said was good. That caused a uproar in the room full of girls

“Αυτό είναι απαίσιο!” (This is terrible)

“Ένας πόλεμος? Η κυρία Αθηνά βοήθησέ μας” (A war? Lady Athena help us)

“Ο Δίας σώσε μας όλους” (Zeus save us all)

Everyone is yelling back and forth not knowing what to do. “Alas it can’t be that bad!” you say with a small bit of confidence that you have. Everyone turns to you laying out on the floor with the purple Peplos covering only the bottom part of your body “I believe Y/N is right” Petroula answers back before reaching into something and pulling out a scroll.

She opens it before reading “It says that mothers, kids, and injured men will be coming to the island to stay out of the war happening on their island” she reads as a girl you know by the name Konstantina raises her soft hand “once the war is over will they be returning?” she asks as Petroula reads over the paper in hand. “It does not say” she answers once again and Konstantina groans.

You can feel her pain having to open up your home to people who have nowhere to go, no money, and no food all because of a war it was something you didn't imagine doing. “Imagine all the people we could meet!” Petroula brings up trying to change the mood Konstantina stays silent.

“All the different men, women that come here with gifts of gratitude,” she says, grabbing ahold of a woman right by her and smiling at her. “Imagine all the diseases they carry,” Korina says with narrowed eyes, scaring everyone. “But think about all the medicine we have that can cure” Petroula adds as Korina rolls her eyes. You don't say anything just thinking about what people you're gonna open your arms to. Stretching on the floor you look above at the morning sky “I hope whoever I get is nice and kind just like me” you whisper before laying up.

“Why such happy spirits Y/N? This does not scare you at all?” Kyveli asks looking over at you concerned “I am scared but if I wipe away that scariness with happy thoughts all my fear of what is going on goes away.” you smile getting up and wiping your Peplos clean “I wish I was like you Y/N” Petroula says as the woman crowded all around her nod. You smile at Petroula before looking over at a group of Guards and Police officers march over they are holding weapons and if your not mistaken you see your father in the front leading the crowd of men and women over to you they stop saluting

“Y/N my youngest daughter, what are you doing here?” he asks look at all the women around you he grabs ahold of your arm pulling you towards him. He scans down your face with a guess to check if you’re hurt and you turn your face away as he starts to kiss your face out of worry “Daddy I am ok just hanging out with Petroula and listening to her stories” he doesn't listen too worried about you. You're the youngest child and your parents are a lot more protective of you then they are of any of your other siblings. Your mother says that since you're blessed by Aphrodite the world isn't a safe place for a woman like you.

“I just want you to be safe that's all dear” your father answers with a smile on his chubby face you answer him with slight annoyance “I am safe father” he shakes his head no “you are not safe, none of us are their is a war going on and people are dying left and right” he says as the women behind you start to panic once again you don’t say anything, no you don’t know what to say so you just stay silent your father looks at your disappointed face before kissing your forehead “don’t worry so much dear your father will always protect you’ he stated before turning to his team and directing them away from the area.

Your father walks off except for a tall blued haired girl in a police uniform who looks over at you in familiarity and a small smile on her face. She's pretty cute you've seen her around polis (a city-state) a couple times before she's the Kiramman’s daughter her mother is a really good friend of your mother they teach children and help around the polis and her father was close to your father but you never knew or met their daughter mainly because of a “important mission” she was or went on. Through the two encounters that you guys had you thought she was really nice. She always smiles when you're around and always wants to be as close to you as possible.

She slowly walks over to you before stopping right in front of you. She bows her head in respect since you are her boss's daughter. You smile at her before fixing her shirt collar. She blushes at the kind gesture and thanks you. You smile turning to Petroula and seeing her and the other women pack up to leave “I was wondering if I can show you something” the Blue haired girl offers clutching onto your hand and slightly tugging you. The girl waits for your face to veer around to her so she can look at the eyes that she loves so very much.” Show me what?” you ask as the girl smiles before dragging you away she keeps your hand close as possible to her body looking around at the day that everybody is starting.

Waving at all the people you don't notice the girl staring at you. “What are you looking at?” you hum before she looks away out of embarrassment you giggle softly as she continues on the walk. She takes you to a nearby flower garden and lays down on the grassy plain and pats the ground right next to her initiating that she wants you to sit down, you obey sitting down. “I find it rude” you answer as she stares at you confused you smirk scooting over closer to her “I never got your name” you state as she avoids contact eye out of embarrassment. “Caitlyn- Caitlyn Kiramman” she introduces as you smile, finally having a name to a beautiful face.

“How is working with my father going?” you ask as Caitlyn shrugs her shoulders before laying back on the grass “he can be quite a handful” she answers as you nod in understanding your father can be very difficult to work with you don't understand how anybody can do it your father expects everyone to be perfect and is huge when it comes to competitions. Every race, every fight he expects his sons to be number one. “I thought this lifestyle would be so easy, fighting crime, arresting criminals, and making reports but it's probably one of the most toughest thing ever,” she says groaning “I should have taken my parent's advice and became A teacher,” she adds.

“Well I think you're doing a great job” you answer

“Y-Y-You think so?” she stutters choking on her words you laughing and bobbing your head “I mean no woman would ever pick to be a police officer so you're setting a good example for a lot of young women” Caitlyn smiles before drawing circles on your bare arm “just because you think I am doesn't mean everyone else thinks the same way” she stated “why care what other people think? Isn't your dreams more important than a thought someone has?” you answer laying down on your side facing the girl and hands under your face.

You enjoy the small talk you have with Caitlyn you never really had people out there you can talk too so this meant a lot to you and it meant so much to Caitlyn as well. She has a crush on you. She's never seen a woman so beautiful in her life. Will she ever tell you? maybe one day but right now she thinks it's only right to get to know you. “I might have to help out with the war happening on an Island nearby” Caitlyn trembled out of fear. You nod your head remembering “I hope nothing but a safe return” you wish as the girl nods her head.

“I'll come back safe and in your arms” she crooned caressing your face you smile melting into the touch “in my arms? We barely know each other silly” you giggle stretching out Caitlyn snickers before answering “we don't need to know each other to love and comfort each another” she's right you know she is but instead of agreeing you decide to tease her a little. “How do you know if I'm a comforting like person?” you ask as Caitlyn just stares at you not responding “I know you enough to trust you” she adds before sitting up and looking down at you. “Come with me I gotta show you something” Caitlyn says pulling you up and dragging you down the flower garden and to the edge of the island.

“When the war ends I wanna leave Lesbos and move to Rome” she points at a small island and you nod your head before a voice to the left of you speaks “Rome isn't so free like Lesbos your better off staying here” a pink-haired girl speaks walking over to you guys Caitlyn moves you a little closer to her body for protection as the girl throws her hands up in defense. “Have you been to Rome before?” you ask as the girl shakes her head.

“Just heard a lot about it” the girl answers back sitting down on a rock and looking at the waves clash with the shore you take in her appearance pink hair, tattoos and a small scratch on her lip “I've always wanted to go to Cyprus” she states looking up at the two of you guys you sit down besides her “I heard the people live rich” she spoke fixing her short Chiton. She smirks at herself “imagine living like that? Rich” She says as Caitlyn sits besides you and mumbles something under her breath. “After this war I wanna run away, far far away from here” the girl spoke, laying her head on your lap. “I'm Voiet but you can call me Vi” she introduces

“Like the flower”

“…Yea like the flower” she blushes, Caitlyn introduces herself to Vi as do you. The sound of the waves calms you down that you almost forget all the problems happening just being here makes you happy. “Do you guys believe in soulmates?” Vi asks as you nod your head, Caitlyn doesn't she just stares at the ocean “do you think there's a limit to how many people get a soulmate?” Caitlyn decides to focus on the conversation “I feel like if a group of people really feel that connection like a soulmate does then that makes them soulmates as well” you look down at Vi a girl you just met five minutes ago glancing up at you as if she has known you for years and years. “Do you think we are soulmates?” she asks as Caitlyn looks over at Vi.

“We just met, we can not be soulmates” Caitlyn replies before bringing you into her embrace “then why do I feel like we have known each other for years?” she responds “we do not even know each other's favorite color, and you are already bringing up this soulmate nonsense” Caitlyn scoffs.

My parents got married two weeks after they met each other” you put out as Vi and Caitlyn look at you. It's true your parents thought they were soulmates so they asked the gods above if marriage is something they should do and a day after that they had a wedding they always tell you that story and you find it to be cute “I don't believe in Marriage” Vi says as Caitlyn nods in agreement. “I believe in a promise” Vi comments “as in a promise ring?” Caitlyn questions as Vi nods her head. “I wanna make a promise, a promise that no matter what happens we will find our way back to each other no matter what” Vi states

You look up at the sky before smiling “I promise” Caitlyn doesn’t say anything too afraid that if she says those two words she might actually break that promise. She felt stupid making a promise to a girl she just met she was willing to risk her life for you but for Vi? That’s something she would have to think about and by the look of her she looks like trouble. She gets brought out of her thoughts by you placing your hand on her cheek “do you not promise?” You ask as Caitlyn shakes her head afraid of saying yes.

“I have to think about it”

“I have to think about it” Think? Think faster

“I have to think about it” Life’s are on the line

“I have to think about it” Why? Give them a answer before it’s too late

She has to think quickly cause at this very minute on a island people are dying, crying, starving, and begging for help. And your father is sending his soldiers off and he is looking for Caityln at this very moment to assign her a post for the war. Think Caitlyn Think if you don't give them a answer your gonna regret it “Come to my house for dinner and by then I should have my answer” she invites with a small fake smile on her face.

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Hi I hope you are doing well ❤️ I just want to say that your ceo harry fic is one of my absolute favs, it’s so well written and so fun to read ❤️ any new chapters coming soon? Can’t wait to read them, have a nice day ❤️

The Party (PART 6 of CEO!Harry having a crush on adorable and chubby Y/N)

You can read:

PART 1; PART 2; PART 3; PART 4; PART 5

hii lovely readers!!! i'm so sorry for keeping you waiting for a ceorry update for so many months 🥲 i know you guys love this story very dearly so, i really hope you like where its going. this chapter is a bit different from the ones before so i'm excited to hear your feedback on it ❤️

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“I should probably head back to my table but… this was great! Seeing each other outside the office, I mean. Maybe we could um… do it again soon,” Harry ventured. He knew Y/N was probably a bit too tipsy to process anything but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to test the waters. Get a feel for her reaction, so to say. They'd been chatting by the bar for a bit, and she looked to be enjoying herself. He'd stay with her the rest of the night if he could, but when he caught her sneaking a glance at her friends, he knew it was time to say goodbye. She wanted to return to her table, and Harry wasn’t going to stand in the way.

“Oh! You mean like an office party, right?” Whether it was for the better or for the worse, the prospect of a party appeared to have reignited Y/N's focus on him. “That would be so fun! People at work have told me you guys used to do that sometimes…”

“Uhh… we-um… yeah, I guess we used to do that. Haven’t in a while though…” Harry faintly recalled having thrown a party or two, and while that was far from what he'd had in mind, he was frankly lacking the guts to correct Y/N after seeing her so excited. 

And his guts only shrank when she told him that if he was ever looking for ideas, she had one. It goes without saying that he hadn't been looking, but the fact that she had an idea piqued his interest. “What’s that?”

It was that question that ended up with Harry organizing an office party. It was ridiculous… especially at such a time when everyone had important projects they were working on. If someone else had suggested he’d throw a party, Harry would have told them to take a walk, but as it was Y/N, he went along with the damn thing.

Her idea was that they would host a Murder Mystery event, where the team would have work together to find out ‘who killed the boss’. Harry will admit he didn’t find that last bit very amusing, but Y/N had looked so cute while drunkenly explaining everything to him that night at the bar that by the time she was finishing, he was smiling and nodding along without even realizing.

On the bright side, the idea would be easy to follow. Harry would only have to purchase a silly little game kit, and perhaps play dead for an hour or two (he didn’t really know what the game consisted of yet, but he was assuming that should be part of it). But then, of course… once they went to present the idea to the rest of the team the following Monday, everyone wanted to have a say on the matter.

They also wanted dinner… which Harry was fine with. That was what the corporate card was for after all. He would even let them pick the restaurant themselves… and as long as he got to spend time with Y/N and the food tasted decent, he wouldn't even think to look twice at the bill before swiping his bougie debit card. But that wasn’t enough for them, the greedy little bastards… they didn’t just ask for ‘regular dinner’, they wanted a potluck dinner. It was Margaret's idea, of course... because she could never pass up the opportunity to flaunt her cooking skills. Harry on the other hand, was well aware that his weren’t that impressive. He could put about five dishes together successfully, and none of those were party foods.

The fact that everyone was bringing food from home instead of going out to eat would save his corporate money, but not him from the potential humiliation of showing up with something that didn’t taste that good. And yes, he could always play it safe by bringing in the good ol’ trail mix bowl, but there was nothing particularly exciting about that.

He could also opt to buy some fancy pastries at a bakery… those would be a surefire hit, but everyone would know he hadn’t made them. That’s the annoying thing about in-store baked goods… they always look a little too elaborate to pass as homemade.

So Harry did the unpredictable, he settled upon trying to cook something himself. Figuring that, if everything went to shit, he could always pick something up on his way to work the next day. He searched for recipes that were fun, easy, and suitable for most dietary preferences. Mostly because he didn’t know if Y/N was a vegetarian and whatnot, and he didn’t want to give her any reasons to not eat his food. Not if he could help it anyway...

So he made spinach puffs from scratch.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely from scratch because he used frozen puff pastry… but the filling part he did all himself! And he still had to cut, fold and egg brush his pastry, which had to count for something, right?

All in all, Harry was quite enthusiastic the moment he got to showcase his plate full of golden brown treats to his team, but nothing could beat his excitement to taste whatever it was that Y/N had brought in.

His entire evening was consumed by food and other people, so when Y/N finally spoke to him, it was the highlight of his evening that far. She complimented him on his food, and he returned the compliment, “These look spectacular.” He said regarding her cake pops. That she had made look extra cute by tying little ribbons around the ends.

“Really? Thank you!” She looked happily surprised. “I figured that since Simon has been pestering me to bring him cake, now would be the perfect time.”

“Oh.” Well, that certainly caught Harry off guard. “So you two have been getting along, then?”

“Mhm. I’d say we're becoming good friends.” She raised her finger to her lips in thought. “Now that I think about it, I think I actually have you to thank, because the first time Simon and I talked was when you asked me to call him to your office.”

The knowledge that Simon got to hang out with Y/N often unsettled Harry… and kind of enraged him too, mainly because he was jealous that she was spending her time with somebody else other than him. Did this mean they were together? Harry couldn't resist the impulse to ask, “Good friends as in… just friends?”         

“Yeah, of course. Just friends.” She replied immediately. “But why? Do we have a policy on dating coworkers or something? Not that I’m asking because of Simon, it's just... I’d like to be informed, on the off chance that we have one…”

Y/N’s question caused a quickening in Harry’s pulse. “Uh, no. We don’t. But… personally, I'd say it would be best not to date someone you're working on the same department with… just in case, you know… things get off-kilter.” Harry ended the subject by bringing one of Y/N’s cake pops to his mouth and taking a bite. “These are really good...”

“Oh, thank you! I’m glad you like them… and yeah, I get that. Thanks for the advice.”

Her reaction blindsided Harry. He was just hoping she didn't think she'd have to follow his advice. Because one, it was very biased advice, and two, it was only referencing her and Simon, not the entire company… much less the executive department, where the only option available was Harry himself.

“Were you able to use that coupon I told you about to buy the game?” She asked when her eyes fell on the store bag that Harry had brought to the table with him.

He looked down as well, having completely lost sight of why they were standing there talking in the first place. “Oh, yes. I did use that. Thanks for recommending it. Struck us a deal.”

“Oh, cool! If you’re ever looking for any other coupons, remember I'm the person to ask!” She smiled goodbye at him once one of her coworkers interrupted them to steal her attention, and suddenly Harry feared that none of the beverages available at dinner would be powerful enough to help him beat the heat coming up his neck.

What the hell was he doing? Why had he given her that stupid advice? Like she would ever take it into consideration if she was seriously contemplating dating Simon... If his advice was going to serve for anything, it would be to remind her of how hypocritical he was being whenever he eventually asked her on a date. And yes, as for the latter, he was still planning to do it... but as usual, his biggest challenge was finding the right opportunity. What only got harder once they started playing the game, because just as Harry had already been expecting, his only role in it was to be absent.

Which was annoying, all Harry had wanted was to eat a decent dinner and talk to Y/N… and now he was being made to stay inside the meeting room by his team. Lounging on the office sofa and staring at the blue wall painting. How fun.

Everyone else seemed to be having fun though… at least judging by the commotion outside. Harry wouldn't be too shocked if everyone accidentally forgot about him by the end of the evening… he was actually kind of expecting them to, until a soft knock on the door pulled him out of his self-absorbed reveries. “May I?” A sweet voice made him sit up. Y/N. Harry didn't need to peek at the door to know it was her.

“Yeah, of course.” He replied as he swiftly moved into a more flattering position. “Is everything okay? How’s the game going?”

“Good. It’s good. I just got killed off, though.” She smiled, sighing and laughing at the same time. “Is it okay if I wait in here with you?”

“Oh, by all means… I’ll definitely enjoy the company.” Harry smiled back, shifting to give her a space to sit beside him. “I thought I was going to be the only one getting killed, though...”

“Oh, no. Someone will on every round until they figure out who the killer is. The story is just like any other serial killer mystery... Which, in hindsight, also explains why the bigger girl was killed first.”

Harry could tell that Y/N was kidding, but the implication she was making didn't sit well with him. “I doubt that was the case; I think they just killed you first ‘cause they knew how much I wanted your company…”

“Oh, I wasn't whining about getting killed.” She quickly began to explain. “I'm sorry if I sounded like I was sympathy-seeking- I wasn’t. I was just trying to break the tension with a joke.”

Harry shook his head. “It’s not that. It's just no fun listening to someone as great as you underestimate yourself.”

“Yeah, I know. I try not to, but these types of jokes usually come to me when I'm nervous.” She acknowledged with a sigh. “I’m sorry if that was awkward.”

“It wasn’t. But what is it, that's making you nervous? Is it me?”

“Kind of. Not you in particular, but it's just a different situation being here with you this way.”

“Would it make you less nervous if I turned on the overhead lights?”

“Oh no. It's not that kind of nervous.” She laughed softly. “It's more like never knowing what to say or what to talk about…”

“Tell me about you, then…” He asked her honestly. “What do you usually do when you’re not at work?”

“I don't do much, to be honest. I used to go out with friends a lot, but since I’ve gotten my dog I’ve been spending most of my time at home with him instead.”

“Oh, you’ve got a dog. How’s he like?”

“He’s uh… white and tiny?” She chuckled. “Would you like to see a picture?”

“I’d love to.” Harry said, leaning closer to look at the photo Y/N was showing him on her phone. “Aw, look at this little guy!”

“His name is Mochi, like the dessert.”

“It’s a good name.” Harry had never heard of Mochi and had no idea what it was, but after learning that Y/N enjoyed it, he really wanted to try it. “I have a cat, by the way. My lock screen is a picture of her, actually so… I can show her too if you'd like to see.”

“Yeah, ‘course I’d like to see.” She said, and so he took his phone out to show her. “My goodness! Is that really your cat? Look at that hair- it’s so fluffy!” Harry smiled at the comment. He was definitely proud of how well-groomed Atlas’s fur was in that picture, and it made him feel good that Y/N could tell it was well taken care of. “How much did you give for her? She looks expensive.”

“Oh, that's a touchy subject. We don’t talk about that.” He shook his head, smiling. “A little over two thousand. I know it’s a lot for a cat, especially when I could’ve easily gotten one for free but… I don’t know. To be honest, I had never considered owning a pet before, but after seeing her I just couldn't let her go. She was too cute.”

“No, I’m not judging. I completely get the appeal. I saw her and wanted to have her right away.” Her face drew back once she was done admiring Atlas. “I have to say I’m surprised, though. I would’ve never pictured you as a cat person…”

“Really? What did you make of me, then?”

“I'm not sure, but you look like someone who would be more into dogs.”

“I like dogs.” He’s not a big fan, to be totally honest… but as long as they don't growl or bite at his shins he can sympathize with them. “Do you like cats?”

“I do, yes. But I wanted a dog because I was hoping it would help me become somewhat more active. That backfired though, because Mochi’s a couch potato like me, so we basically just stay home and watch Netflix.”

That, by Harry's standards, sounded like a perfect weekend. That's exactly how he spends his too, but God… if he had Y/N there, it'd take things to a whole other level of perfect. He adored the concept, and he really wanted to know what her favorite shows were. “What have you been watching on Netflix, anything good?”

Harry could tell she was excited that he’d asked, which made him wonder whether she had been waiting to tell someone. “I started watching this show called The Umbrella Academy. It’s pretty fun if you’re into goofy, sci-fi shows.”

“No way! That’s what I’m watching too!” He was the one getting giddy now. “I’ve binged through the entire first season on Sunday. Haven't had the chance to start season two yet, sadly… What season are you on?”

“I’m halfway through season two. I won't give anything away since you haven’t seen it yet, but it has been fantastic so far.” Harry could tell she was enjoying the conversation by the way her body had turned entirely to face him. “What’s your favorite character?”

“Hmm… I’d say it’s a tie between Five and Klaus for me. Yours?”

“It’s the same for me, but I think I might like Klaus a little bit more...”

“That’s fair. He’s a great character…” Their legs brush as Harry adjusts on the sofa. He noticed she didn’t draw away, which he interprets as a favorable indication. His body is itching to make a move. They’re alone, the lights are dim, and she looks so lovely under them. Harry cannot keep that question bottled up inside his chest anymore, he has to ask her now. “So… Is that also all you're planning to do next weekend—just Netflix?”

“I believe so. I won't lie; the weekends are usually very unexciting for me.” She laughed, and Harry gulped.

For a moment, he feels the words tremble in his throat. Harry's not too sure on how to approach this with her. He doesn't want to lose out on the opportunity… he's done it before and regretted it immensely after. He really wants to spit it out and get this over with, but he's so nervous that his tongue feels tied to his mouth. And, to add insult to injury, she was staring right at him with those pretty eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer though, so he does the only thing he knows will benefit him in this situation: He takes a deep breath to settle himself before speaking, “I was thinking it could be fun to go do something together, since you're free. We could, er... watch a movie. Perhaps have dinner or grab a drink... whatever you'd prefer, really.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed for a little, but then she made a face as though she had finally grasped what he was saying. “Oh. So you're saying like you, me and...”

“Just us, that's what I’m saying.” Harry could feel the reddening forming on his cheeks, but he hoped Y/N wouldn't be able to notice it in the low light. “I’ve been trying to push away my interest but I… can’t. I think you’re great, and I’d like to get to know you better, if you let me, of course.”

Her face was giving him the impression that she was perplexed by this suggestion, like she couldn't believe her ears. “I, um… I’m sorry. I’m really confused.”

“That’s okay. I know that this was most likely unexpected, but don't be scared to speak your mind. I’m a grown man. I can take rejection. And, course, whatever you decide won’t have any implications on your job or anything. I shouldn't even have to mention that, but just in case it wasn't clear enough.”

Harry noticed her glancing down at his hands, gaze focused on his many rings, possibly looking for a wedding band. Her puzzlement seemed to ease some when she didn’t find one. “Right. So, um...”

Before she could finish her sentence, there was another knock on the meeting room's door. It slid open, as Mark, the fucking cockblocker, walked inside to announce that he, too, had been killed off in the game and was hoping he could join them. Despite the unwanted company in the room, Harry’s gaze still remained glued to Y/N for another moment, hoping she'd at least give him a hint on where her answer was going.

She didn’t. In fact, all she did after Mark's arrival was putting more space between them by giving up her seat next to Harry. He wasn't sure if she was nervous or trying to keep up appearances, but the rest of the night he had the impression she was wary of his proximity and avoided standing too close to him. Her distance was making Harry anxious. He desperately wanted to believe that the way she was acting was because he was making her sweat the same way she was making him, so he tricks his mind into believing so. His optimism begins to waver however, when the party’s over and he notices that Y/N doesn't linger around for him. On the contrary, she appeared to be in a mad dash to get to her car.

“Y/N…” Harry rushed after her. A pasted smile on his face since he had not yet realized how much her demeanor had changed since their talk. He did however notice it the moment their gazes met. She seemed uneasy and quite frankly unhappy to see him. “Hey, er… before you go, I wanted to ask on that thing from earlier, since Mark came in and I missed your answer.”

“Right, um… about that...” He noticed her eyes darting about the parking lot, as if she was anticipating someone to be staring. “I didn't give it much thought since I didn't think you were serious.”

Harry's brows furrowed. “Why would I ask you out if I wasn't serious?”

“I don’t know.” She looked frustrated. “I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings, but I feel like you're playing a joke on me and if that's the case, I don't find it funny.”

With each word she uttered, Harry's confusion intensified. “What makes you think it's a joke?” He waited for her to respond, but she didn't. “Do you not like me? Is that it? Cause if that's the case, I'd honestly rather you tell me than pretend it's not serious.”

“No, I- of course I like you. You're a good boss, and I've always appreciated that.”

Harry was unable to control his shaky laugh. “Don’t give me that… you know that's not what I'm asking.” She finally met his gaze at that point. The slight pout on her lips was beyond Harry's understanding, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it. He couldn't, though. Not there. Not yet. “Do you like me as a man, or… find me interesting in any way?”

Y/N went quiet for a moment. “Yes, I think you're interesting,” She finally confessed. “But I also genuinely love working here and I really, really am not looking to jeopardize that.”

Harry noticed Y/N turn towards the driver side of her car, so he took a step further, in a nonverbal request for her to halt. “You won’t. I assure you.”

“Whether or not that's the case, you're still my boss, and I don't think it would be appropriate for us to spend our free time together under these circumstances.” She hastily unlocked her car door. As far as Harry could tell, she seemed to want to end the conversation there.

“I understand that, but what if we look past the circumstances? One date, Y/N. You don’t have to compromise… just let me get to know you, it’s all I want.”

“I'm not that type of new hire, Harry.” Based on her words and expression, it seemed that his insistence had irked her. “I don’t know if this is something you typically do, but I respectfully ask that you do not bring up this topic with me again. Otherwise, you'll leave me with no choice except going to HR.”

“Y/N, hold on... You're reading this wrong. I'm not that kind of guy; please... let me clear things up.” He stood next to her car, pleading with her not to flee the parking lot the way he knew she wanted to.

“Have a good night, Harry.” That was all she said before shutting the door and starting her car. So Harry stood in that practically empty parking lot and watched her leave. He couldn't believe this had happened to him. It had felt like a nightmare, but it was real. The lingering scent of Y/N’s perfume emanating from the spot where her car had just been parked confirmed so.

His biggest worry wasn't whether Y/N would go to HR or not, that was the least of his concerns. He just felt awful that he made her feel like she would need such drastic measures to keep him away. Had he been too insistent? He didn't want that at all; all he wanted was for her to see past the downsides and give him a chance.

Maybe Harry was arrogant in thinking she should have. He was quite spoiled in that regard. When he asked women out, he wasn't used to getting a no. Of course he'd been dumped by exes before, but he couldn't exactly say he was used to getting turned down right away... they usually always let him have what he wanted first. If not for his looks, then most likely for his money.

Granted, he had never had to deal with such ethical dilemmas when persuing someone before, but still, he couldn't help but think that Y/N’s reaction had been slightly overkill. But perhaps Harry was just looking at things from his privileged point of view. The truth was that if shit went down, the worst thing he would have to face was getting marketed as a boss who sleeps with his employees. Meanwhile, Y/N could have to deal with much worse. He’s heard stories, after all. He knows people would feel much more at liberty badmouthing her and questioning her accomplishments than they would his.

So, he gets it. He does. He despises it, however. It's not even about the rejection for him; of course, that bothers him, but he can live with it. The knowledge that Y/N probably thinks he is a scumbag, however, is what’s killing him the most. He can't even look at himself. He wants to punch his reflection whenever his eyes land in the side view mirror as he drives, the same way he wants to punch himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning. He looked as miserable as he felt, but he wouldn't have expected anything less after drinking himself into that state the night before.

He had half the mind not to show up at work that morning. The alcohol and the lack of sleep had led to a severe hammering behind his eyeballs. His vision was still slightly skewed, and he felt absolutely rotten. It's not like anybody would bother checking on him… they'd just assume he had to attend a surprise meeting or was doing something more important. Speaking of, Harry did have some major stuff he needed to take care of at the office that day. That realization was only making him want to get back under his covers and never get out of bed again more.

But somehow he pushed through.

Because truth be told, he was acting like a wimp. He knew facing Y/N would be painful, like removing a bandage from a fresh sore. That’s why part of him wanted to put it off for as long as he could, even if the other was aware that wasn't a workable option. Logically speaking, he knew it was only a matter of minutes, or perhaps seconds until they ran into each other. And yet, never in a million years did he expect it to happen as quickly as it did.

Harry had just finished dragging his grumpy self inside the building’s elevator and was about to hit the button when she walked through the door and slid in beside him. The fragrance of her perfume engulfed him, what instantly transported him back to the previous night and made him shudder, but he inhaled it anyway.

“Good morning,” She greeted cordially while searching through her purse, oblivious to who the person standing next to her was.

“G’Morning.” Harry muttered back. The recognition of his voice eventually jolted her into looking at him. By then, he had already figured she hadn't consciously stepped inside the elevator with him, but it still stung to see her face drop at his presence.

Judging by her reaction, Harry was guessing her eyes had failed to recognize him at first glance. Sunglasses and jeans, after all, were not his style when it came to workwear. He liked to put in effort when it came to his appearance, and naturally that was only heightened by his not so little crush. His pants were always ironed the night before, and his clothes were always perfectly coordinated. On that day however, he had barely mustered the patience to comb his fingers through his hair, let alone put on something nice.

From that moment on, there was an awkward tension.

Harry desperately wanted to apologize for what had happened the night before, but he was trapped by shame. He couldn’t even look at her. His gaze was fixed on the elevator floor, and he had no intention of raising it until they arrived at their floor. He assumed hers was fixed somewhere within those close-fitting walls too, probably as far away from him as possible.

“I’m free on Saturday.” She suddenly said, to his great astonishment. “If you still want to hang out, we can, as long as it’s at a place where we are unlikely to run into anyone that works here. It isn't a date though, so don’t have any expectations.”

Despite his exhaustion, Harry couldn't keep a giddy smile from breaking out on his face. “Can I give you my number, then?”

**

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[piedpiperart]

DC x SPN prompt idea

Sam and Dean get a tip about a haunted mansion from Bobby and they go check it out. It’s Drake Manor in Gotham City, which wouldn’t be a problem since no one was supposed to be living there. Except there was.

Sam and Dean meet Tim as they break into his house. Tim at first thinks they’re burglars but notices they’re carrying strange occult stuff. Tim looks at their stuff for a sec and just goes oh, are you here for the ghost?

And the boys, who had thought the kid was a) not alive or b) some sort of creature, are a bit thrown that this tiny child was left alone for months dealing with this ghost haunting his house.

Tim explains that he thinks she’s the ghost of his previous nanny before his parents fired her, but says she doesn’t do anything harmful, just tries to keep him company or get him to eat more often. She only breaks stuff when his parents are around but she stopped after it got him in trouble.

While Tim is sad for his ghost friend to be gone, he absolutely questions the heck out of Sam and Dean about all sorts of supernatural creatures and ghosts. Sam shows him ways to stay safe and avoid places with signs, etc. Dean teaches him how to fight and shoot weapons.

Tim is like seven or eight and pretty much blackmails Sam and Dean into teaching him how to be a hunter, and Tim ends up finding missions for them because he turns out to be a better hacker than Sam and Bobby. He gets the hunters money, sets up a network of information where hunters work together, and makes gadgets and gizmos for the guys to use against creatures.

Dean and Sam are worried about this small child alone in the house but think he’s better off there than as a hunter out in the real world. They don’t expect Tim to force his way into helping them, and every so often when they need help or info they call Tim then remind him to do homework or eat something.

Their road-trips now have frequent stops by Gotham, and even Bobby’s been able to make the trip to meet the lil guy who hacks his computer every week.

Tim also still knows Bruce is batman, and eventually becomes Robin, right. So he’s off doing that and keeping the whole supernatural world secret from Batman. Sam and Dean however, know the kid too well and eventually find out Tim is Robin. They may or may not take that well.

But! Since Tim is already aware of the ways of browsing the news and internet for crazy interesting cases and crimes, he comes across some posts about a potential zombie. Lo and behold- it’s Jason! So Tim calls Bruce and gets them sorted out. Maybe Talia still finds a way to kidnap him though, or Tim fights her on his own to keep Jason and loses, etc.

Either way, Tim ends up on the outs with the family still because he thinks he’s just filling in for Jason. So when his parents die and Tim is in need of a fake uncle? Who else would he call but Bobby!!

Just imagining Bruce and Bobby in the same room oh man. No doubt Alfred and Bobby would get along or absolutely hate each-other and no in between. I think Bobby would win in a fight against Alfred though. Just sayin.

Que Tim taking a call from Dean while he’s patrolling, thinking he’s alone as he details how to graphically kill someone, only to hang up and turn to see Jason standing right there.

Just, many shenanigans for how Tim seems a bit more unhinged than they thought. Like yeah Robin doesn’t kill, can’t kill when you work for Bats, but Tim Drake the Hunter made no such promises. Tim’s like ‘my first kill-‘ and freaks out the bats until he saves it by saying he’s talking about a game.

Sam and Dean come for a visit and Dick is suspicious. Tim goes on hunter missions and comes back with unexplained wounds. One of the bats might see him kill something and the guy turns to dust. Tim’s like no one will ever believe you.

As Tim drifts away from the bats he goes on trips with sam and Dean or helps bobby upgrade his tech. He lets Dean keep a batarang.

Maybe when Bruce is stuck in the time stream the first person he calls is Dean and Sam and Bobby. They’re like oh hey meet Cas, who then is like “Batman should not be allowed to alter the timeline” and just brings him back. He starts maybe using Cas for emergencies, or Dean tells Cas to keep an eye on tim only for him to step in whenever Tim seems in danger, even when he isn’t. Que Tim trying to convince Cas to wear a disguise when rescuing him in the field, etc..

Or maybe Tim makes a deal with a demon! He brings back Bruce but is fantastic at loopholes and gets out of hell card. Maybe Crowley is angry and takes his spleen just cuz. Dean is not happy.

Supernatural occurrences in the field happen and Tim solves it easily. No explanation. Maybe Constantine comes to solve it only to take one look at Tim and go “fuckin’ hunters, geez”. Or alternatively Tim corrects Constantine, saying stuff like you mispronounced (insert Latin word) or something like that.

Just, overall Tim shenanigans because if one of the bats had knowledge of the supernatural it would totally be Tim.

#Jody mills might even try to adopt Tim #sheriff mills meets officer Dick grayson #he prolly gets a lecture #fake uncle Bobby #except he’s not fake at all #because he’s part of Tim’s family now and they forged documents #Tim as CEO basically funds the hunters #he sends them tech to combat the supernatural and all of a sudden hunts are so easy now #imagine Tim getting anti posession tattoo though #any of the bats see smol Tim with a tattoo will lose their minds #Tim says he did it himself (a lie) like a stick and poke #doesn’t reassure anyone #but Bobby thinks it’s funny #Tim calls damian an idjit #makes damian mad because he doesn’t even know #just #I love this concept

[infernaleikon]

okay, i know the new girl au is already set but im watching the episode where jess makes out with schmidt’s dad and now i’m thinking

anakin’s roommate is getting married or is an event planner or something, and they can’t go to the winery because of scheduling conflicts or because they’re sick or whatever. so they reluctantly send anakin. anakin has no clue about wine, he usually goes for whatever is cheapest at the store (which most of the time is absolutely horrible and tongue-melting) but it’s fine. the wine is already picked out, so anakin only has to pick it up. nothing can go wrong, right?

right.

anakin arrives at the winery and walks around the showroom waiting for staff to show up, and mutters about pretentious rich people and their unreasonably expensive wine. he’s convinced that it can’t be better than the wines he usually drinks. come on, they squeeze grapes, it’s all the same. he doesn’t get why his roommate doesn’t just buy from the store, it would save them so much money.

he’s eyeing an horrendously overpriced bottle of chianti and huffs about how it probably tastes worse than the one he buys at target or wherever.

“oh, i can attest to the fact that it tastes much, much better,” an amused voice behind him says, and anakin almost jumps.

he whirls around and comes face to face with the hottest man he has ever seen. anakin doesn’t even know where to look first: the crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the gray at his temples that streaks into his hair, the impeccably groomed beared, the glinting blue eyes or his broad chest and shoulders. anakin wants to climb him, wants to rub his skin raw on that beard, wants to be pressed up tight against that hunky DILF.

“it’s just grape juice,” anakin argues, because he’s an idiot and can’t help himself.

the stranger’s eyebrow jumps up with so much judgment that it’s tangible, there’s disbelief streaking across his face and the corner of his mouth twitches. he looks like he’s may be debating squeezing anakin like a grape as well. but very unsexily.

“join me for a drink?” he asks instead and he sounds mild, the crisp accent slightly lilting. “if you think it’s worse after still, i’ll personally buy and deliver a full case of store wine of your choice to you.”

and anakin’s not one to pass up the opportunity to have a drink with a hot stranger, especially not when he’s inviting him AND there’s the prospect of seeing him again, at home no less.

“can i join you and watch when you go buy me that case?” anakin asks.

“please, i insist you do,” the stranger answers, and there’s mischief in his eyes. a wry smile curls his lips. “and what do i get once you realize that you can never go back to drinking whatever bottle—”

“carton,” anakin interjects, mostly to be a shit, but there are some great wines that come in a carton.

the DILF stares at him as if he’s debating plain murder, but then he sighs, very deeply, and smiles in a way that seems like he’s barely holding it together. “so, what do i get?”

“uh.” anakin can’t think of anything that he could offer this beautiful man that he could possibly want. “i’ll get rid of all the cartoned wine i have at home?”

the strangers lips twitch. “under my observation?”

anakin almost chokes on air. “yeah,” he says, and it comes out embarrassingly breathy.

the DILF smiles and something about it looks almost...dangerous. anakin’s heartbeat takes up several notches.

the stranger takes the bottle of wine that anakin had been looking at and moves over to one of the small standing tables around the room. “i’m obi-wan,” he introduces himself as he goes to grab two bulbous glasses. after uncorking the bottle, he holds up the stem to his nose, inhaling the scent with his eyes closed. anakin wants to lick him all over.

“anakin,” he croaks, and when obi-wan looks up at him, he’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“nice to meet you, anakin.”

anakin very nearly whimpers.

turns out, the wine does taste way better than whatever swill anakin has been drinking up until now. it doesn’t burn on its way down, there’s actual flavor to it and it doesn’t leave a weird aftertaste on his tongue.

it also turns out that obi-wan is very fine with making out with anakin for convincing him of the superiority of the wine. anakin lips are numb by the time they’re done and he may or may not have forgotten his own name and he saw through space and time when obi-wan kissed so good nobody will ever live up to it.

it also turns out that obi-wan is his roommate’s dad and anakin’s roommate retches when they find out that anakin very thoroughly frenched his father.

anakin, once he starts dating obi-wan for real, turns into the worst wine snob that has ever lived.

#obikin #the brainrot is real guys #mmmmhhhhhhh 😌 #i failed to mention that the winery and the attached vineyard belong to obi-wan obviously

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (4-5)

parts 4 & 5 of ?? | 863 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town.  It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely.

4.

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town. 

It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely. 

And dear god, does he need a fucking break. It’s stupid, and irresponsible, and he absolutely lied to Wayne about where he was headed tonight, but he needs to let off some steam. 

He’s wound up tight as a spring as he pulls up by the club, and sees Steve fucking Harrington going inside. It’s definitely him, too; Eddie peers in the windows of a nearby burgundy BMW he recognizes from around Hawkins. There's a gym bag in the back seat with HARRINGTON written on it, clear as day. 

The spring winches even tighter, until something goes twang. 

Because he can’t go in now. How could he possibly go in now, and share stagnant air with King Steve? Admittedly not the worst of the bullies on campus before graduating last year, but everyone had heard about what he’d called Jonathan Byers the winter semester of ‘83. So a hypocrite, at the very least—a freak in wolf’s clothing. 

(And god, the clothing. The way the sleeves of his tight t-shirt cling to his biceps. His ass in dark jeans. His signature hair starting to get a little long in the back, as though he’s been foregoing haircuts lately, still big and swoopy like a cartoon character but in a more tousled way than he’d worn it in school—)

All of it makes Eddie’s blood pop and fizz in his veins, on top of everything else right now. . . . Then Eddie has an idea. Eddie has a wonderful, awful idea.

5.

Over the course of several hours of waiting, Eddie comes to a conclusion that he doesn’t like, but . . . desperate times. It’s only been a few months and he’s already fraying at the edges. What happens when Wayne gets worse? When Wayne. . . ?

No. Nope, he’s not going to think about it, because if he thinks about it right now then he’s going to have a breakdown on the hood of Harrington’s fucking car. Instead, he works his way through an entire pack of cigarettes while talking himself in and out of the gradually forming plan by turns. 

And he happens to be talked into it when Harrington comes out of the club, sweaty and pretty and careless as you please, strolling up to the car like it’s no big deal. 

Eddie breathes out smoke and stops grinding his teeth long enough to say, “Hey, man. What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this, huh?”

“I was just leaving, actually,” Harrington says, eyeing him as though trying to decide what he wants without actually having to ask. Wary, but not terribly concerned. 

Which is just such a fucking insult. (But why wouldn’t it be? Even as hot as he is, even if he swings the right way, it’s not like Eddie had a shot with someone like this. It’s not like he’s about to torpedo anything.) Eddie has dirt on him now—even if it’s all terrible societal crap and pressure and bullshit, there’s no point in not calling a spade a spade. But the thing is. . . .

The thing is, everyone knows the Harringtons are loaded. They can afford to save a man’s life. If Eddie squints at it just right, what he’s about to do is basically tricking King Steve into good karma. 

“Yeah, I should probably head out too,” Eddie says with forced casualness. “Say, does your girlfriend know you’re out here?”

“My what?”

Eddie’s lips tighten briefly around his cigarette. “You know, Robin? Bit of a motor mouth, about yea high—” he gestures with a flourish “—and usually attached to you at the hip outside of school hours?”

It takes longer than he expected for the reality of the blackmail to click, and even then, Harrington’s reaction is underwhelming. All Eddie gets is a slight rise of the eyebrows and a heavy sigh, almost no apparent anxiety. 

Fucking arrogant. Does this guy really think he’s that untouchable?

“Is there something you want?” Harrington asks flatly. 

And fine, there’s no point in not being direct. They’re not friends, and King Steve has always been an asshole who needs taking down a peg. 

“Yep.” Eddie ashes his cigarette just shy of hitting the car’s pristine paint job, then stands to go. “Woods behind the field, there’s a picnic table back there. You know it?”

Harrington gives a curt nod. 

“Great. Be there tomorrow after school.”

“I have work.”

“So? Call out sick, pretty boy, or Robin hears all about this little nighttime excursion.”

He doesn’t wait for anything else, turning away before his face has a chance to break into a grimace where Harrington can see. This is something he’s going to absolutely loathe himself for, but if it works? If it helps Wayne get better? Eddie can fucking live with that.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #slow burn #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne is going to be fine don't worry about it #my fanfic

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Wayne to the rescue

Summary: It’s been a rough time for you and Eddie but Wayne is there to help

Author note: There is talk of depression. And I did cry while writing this I need a Wayne in my life 😭

You and Eddie has been saving money up since the beginning of your relationship to get your own place. Ever since the whole ordeal with the upside down the two of you decided it was time to move in together. After everything that happened, neither of you were comfortable being away from each other and you both were so grateful that Wayne helped you both find a trailer that you could afford. 

It's been about three months since you moved to your own place and it's been about five months since being in the upside down. Things have been going well but for about the past month things got really hard for not only you but for Eddie too. 

Things around the trailer has became a mess as of lately. Usually if either of you was having a rough time you had the other one to help organize the environment to help take the load off, but when both of you were having a rough time no one was there to help. 

That is until Wayne starts to notice something isn’t right. 

When you two moved to your own place Wayne made both of you swear that every Sunday would be family dinner. That was his only request and at the time everyone agreed. But now it’s been almost three Sundays and the dinner had to be canceled each time. He starts growing concerned when it’s Sunday night again, neither of you have left the trailer and this time he didn’t even get a call to warn him that you won’t be making it. When it hits seven o’clock he makes a note to himself to call off work in the morning and go over to check on you two. 

The next morning Wayne calls and tells his boss that there is a family emergency so he won’t be in. He hangs up before the man on the other line can even try to argue with him. He begins to get ready and is making up an argument in his head as he does so. “I only had one rule and you kids can’t even follow that! Don’t you miss your old man?” He huffs as he leaves his trailer and starts to walk over to yours. 

He goes to knock on the door but as he does so the door just opens on its own. This makes him worry even more because you both know how important it is to make sure everything is locked even when you are home. He walks inside and is taken back by how disarrayed the place is. As he walks further into the trailer the more concerned he grows. 

There’s dishes everywhere, it seems like there is no more food in the kitchen, clothes have pilled up. This isn’t like you guys. Something is seriously wrong and Wayne is determined to help. 

He walks to the bedroom area and sees to lumps in the bed. He knocks on the door frame startling you and Eddie. The two of you untangle from one another and look over to see Wayne standing there. Eddie winces knowing that his old man has seen how bad things have gotten and you feel the same way. Neither of you wanted to make him worry. 

Before either of you can say anything Wayne raises his hand. “Don’t even try to say anything. I’m going to start cleaning up and you two are going to go get a shower.” He sees the two of you nod before he walks off and starts to collect clothes. 

“That’s so embarrassing” Eddie whines, “I never wanted to have him see either of us like this” you nod but you remind Eddie, “He cares about us. It’s not like he’s going to judge that it’s gotten bad again.” Eddie relaxes at hearing your words before he gets up and helps you out of bed, “Let’s go get a shower”

While the two of you are in the shower Wayne is finishing up collecting all the clothes. Once he has them all pilled up he decides to go clean the kitchen of any trash there is. He just got done taking out the trash when he walks back inside and sees you making a grocery list. “And what are you doing missy?” He asks with his hands on his hips. You laugh and respond, “Wayne we need groceries.” He nods but takes the list out of your hands. “You do. But I am going to be doing the shopping. You and Eddie can finish cleaning up or can relax on the couch but you aren’t straining yourself darling.” You tear up before hugging him. “Thank you so much Wayne” 

He hugs you back just as tightly, “There ain’t nothing to thank me for. I’m just taking care of my family” He waits for you to let go of him first and when you do he smiles softly as he watches you wipe tears away. “I don’t want you to worry about nothing. When I get back I’ll make some food for you to have this week and I’ll do the dishes for you.” You go to argue but he interrupts “Don’t even think about arguing with your old man” You nod before hugging him one last time “Thank you...really” 

Eddie over hears the whole conversation and he is fighting back tears from hearing about how much his dad really cares about you two. He whispers “Thanks dad” before walking back to the bedroom and getting it ready for you to come back in. 

I hope you enjoyed! If you did please like, comment, and reblog! It all means the world to me! If you have any ideas you want me to do next request are always open<3 

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[hatsunevitu]

man i LOVE kenman brotp (that goes along with kyman otp) so here’s an au

ok cw death

i was randomly thinking about an au where cartman got immortality too.

(idk how exactly tho, i think it had something to do with satan or jesus who wanted to teach cartman empathy and sympathy so he can understand how does it feel to live a life of less fortunate who suffer every day or smth like that)

so he got immortal and that’d be the funniest thing on earth because he definitely thought about it as a blessing, not a curse. because now he can do stupid things and not worry about it because he’ll just get back to life. and it’d save him a lot of time, he’d be like uhhhh going from school is sooooo long i guess i’ll just kill myself to respawn at home.

and that kinda helps kenny because for the first time he starts seeing his immortality as something remooootely positive?

and kenman are a partners in crimes brotp in this au because you can’t tell me cartman wouldn’t use their powers to rob banks and punish those he dislikes. and kenny just has to keep looking after cartman so he doesn’t kill himself too often.

(btw cartman TOTALLY would get killed in front of the guys on purpose once and recorded it on a video because he wanted to know their reaction and then he saw kyle literally almost CRYING and it made him feel kind of guilty… but he expected everyone to forget his death, like they forgot kenny’s, and so did happen, with one minor exception – kyle remembered… heheheh i’ll definitely write something about kyman in this au later)

anyway cartman convinces kenny that they can make BIIIG money if they use their superpower to rob a bank. kenny didn’t want to tempt the fate at first, but then cartman told him how he could save his family with the money and kenny finally agreed.

they’d be like:

kenny: (Now we divide the money we stole in half, equally, right?)

cartman: Actually, I think I deserve 60%, Kenny.

kenny: (What?! How come?)

cartman: I died twice during the mission!

kenny: (THAT’S BECAUSE YOU SHOT YOURSELF FOR FUN AND I HAD TO WASTE TWO HOURS TO WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN.)

cartman: I suffered more!

kenny: (Give me the money, asshole! We had a deal!)

cartman: Ugh, fine, fine. Take it, Poor Kid. Buy your sister a fucking doll, for all I care☹️

kenny would waste more time on calming cartman down than on actually doing crimes on the missions come on, ‘cause mf risks his life constantly due to his immortality.

he would come to a bank employee and start insulting and teasing him, and kenny would have to pull cartman away until this stupid ass got shot again.

cartman to the security guard: Ha! Try and stab me! Stab me, you pussy!!!

kenny, standing behind him with a threatening look: Do not.

AND ALSO KYMAN IN THIS AU because kyle does not remember kenny’s deaths but he DOES remember cartman’s so drama drama drama

and if cartman was immortal and kyle found out about it he’d get like super overprotective, because he doesn’t want to lose cartman forever just because this stupid asshole doesn’t take anything seriously and thinks that dying is fun.

so yep it’s basically brotp!kenman and kyman crime au and it’s been rotting my brain for like hours and now i want to write a fucking slowburn fanfic for 100k words.

#south park #sp #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #kyman #sp kyman #kyman au #sp kyle #sp kenny #sp cartman #sp kenman #kenman

[ironspiderfics]

turn this car around

by @iron--spider for @foreverday

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Peter doesn’t know why he ever expects anything to be simple. 

Simple isn’t even a word he knows anymore. Nothing is ever simple for Spider-Man, and he knows he sounds like he’s moaning and groaning and that a lot of people would give a lot of money to be in his position but they can keep it because it isn’t worth it because nothing is ever simple. 

Sure, he saves people all the time, and that matters and it’s important, and sure, he has access to Tony and the Avengers and that’s something he would never trade, ever, not in a million years, but a lot of the time it feels like his Parker luck chemically combined with his Spider-Man luck, and that’s hit and miss at best and terrible at worst. 

He can’t go into a public bathroom without the toilet overflowing. He can’t go on a date with MJ without his card being declined for no reason (except not paying attention to his automatic billing but it’s fine) and he can’t move from place to place without something falling into his path. Lost cat lost person lost backpack sudden storm sudden traffic something something anything everything. 

Sometimes he feels like he’s cursed, sometimes he feels like simple and normal are things he’s never gonna know again, and sometimes he’s alright with that but then other times he’s stuck on the Red line train for an hour because someone is standing on the tracks holding up the trains with BAN SPIDER-MAN signs.

It’s Boston! Why is that even happening here? He only goes out as Spider-Man here every so often so there is really no need for protests—

It’s nonstop, nonstop, nonstop—

“Listen, it’s fine,” Tony says, as they walk out of the office. “It’s fine. It went well. It doesn’t matter.”

“It mattered,” Peter says, already nursing a headache, and of course his headaches are worse than normal people’s headaches and the only medicine that can actually help him is some workshop concoction that he’s out of right now. “It mattered. They looked at me weird.”

“They were looking at me,” Tony says, widening his eyes at him. “Everyone at MIT looks at me that way. You know that, there are too many incidents trailing after me, I’m always gonna get looks—the fountain incident, the disaster at Simmons Hall, the incident with the crab legs—all of this in my college tenure, by the way, nothing to do with Iron Man—”

“It can’t be that serious or you wouldn’t have volunteered to go with me to try and help me,” Peter says, glancing at him.

“My name’s still my name,” Tony says, shrugging at him. “Stark still carries weight—a little bit more around the midsection lately, too, we gotta get back in the ring—”

Peter snorts. “What? You are not gaining weight.”

“Tell Pepper that. Tell her that when she pats my stomach and says nothing and walks away—”

Peter laughs again, but it hurts his head, and he winces. He’s not at his thesis yet, not by a longshot, but he’s having the same issues at MIT that he was having in high school. Hard to juggle school work and Spider-Man work, seeing friends and team meetings and coming up with lies to cover what the team meetings actually are, and he’s got MJ and Ned helping him with that too, and maybe he just shouldn’t make friends, maybe he shouldn’t try to get lab time or grants and why is he even trying to ask for a grant with Tony Stark in the room, isn’t that like a bad look, asking for money with a billionaire beside him, and he’s thinking too much, again, and it’s making his headache worse—

“Hey,” Tony says, and he pats his shoulder. “Earth to Peter.”

Peter just grunts.

“It’s fine, but you should have let me pick you up,” Tony says, raising his eyebrows at him. He says it gently, because he knows Peter is still agonizing over it.

“I know,” Peter says, with a sigh so heavy he feels it in his gut. “You just can never tell—and I was out of your way—and I know the trains aren’t reliable in the first place but I was out of your way—”

“Kid,” Tony says, narrowing his eyes at him. “You’re never out of my way. You could be in Jersey and you wouldn’t be out of my way. That sounds bad. It’s the phrasing—you are always in my way—no, you’re—listen, I can always pick you up. Wherever you are, I can get you, I can pick you up, it’s not a question. You know that.”

He doesn’t say you should know that because it’s not a matter of should, Peter does know, he does, and he doesn’t know why he’s always banging up against it. 

He just has a hard time letting people help him. Even though he needs a lot of help almost always. 

“You do know that, correct?” Tony asks, as they make a beeline for the elevator. “You haven’t been mind-wiped in the interim—what is the interim, I saw you yesterday, last night, a mere matter of hours—”

“No,” Peter says, blowing out a breath, and he presses the down button to call the elevator. “No. No. Unless there were hidden spells in the calc homework to mind-wipe me by some hidden spell villain then no, I am—my brain is—my mind is intact.” He sighs again. Sometimes he just…talks too much. 

The elevator arrives, and they get on it, and Tony is giving him this look. And he holds the look and keeps giving it, and Peter’s known Tony long enough to know that look. It isn’t disappointed, he’s more—regarding him. He knows the way Peter works, why he does the things he does, but he’s always gonna look at him and wonder when the other shoe is gonna drop. If he’ll ever just take charity—if he’ll ever stop thinking of it as charity and just something family does—

Because that’s what they are. Peter knows that. They’re family. 

He didn’t accept that at first, either, and May’s little asides about how much she distrusted Tony didn’t help. But Tony started coming around a lot more often after all of the Vulture stuff, and they started having dinner together every Tuesday, and then that turned into dinner with Tony and May every Friday, and then that turned into lunch with Tony and MJ and Ned after school on Wednesdays, and soon enough Peter was at the new facility almost every weekend. And then May warmed up to Tony and then Peter and Tony started working in the workshop together and then the whole end of the world thing happened and Tony almost died—and Tony almost dying reminded Peter so much of Ben actually dying that he latched on like a tiny duckling and didn’t let go. And he gets embarrassed by a lot of things that he does but he’s not embarrassed of that, or of any of the time he spent by Tony’s bedside while he recovered. He remembers the crosswords, the sci-fi marathons, the two of them working on his MIT essay together. The long talks about anything and everything. Recovery. For both of them.

“You’re gonna get it,” Tony says, and he pats Peter’s shoulder again. “I looked at some of the other applicants and yours has the best optics—”

“Oh great,” Peter laughs. “Optics.”

“—and the best follow-through possibilities, helps pave your way, I’m attached to it, Rhodey’s on the backup—and he ate all those muffins within about thirty minutes, by the way, he still has to message you but they got him all hypnotized—”

Peter laughs again, and that brightens him up a little bit. “Oh good, I was worried because he didn’t say anything—”

“Oh no, that was the best thank you gift you could have gotten him—gone so quick he thought he blacked out—and there’s someone else who should be worrying about his waistline—”

Peter snorts again, shaking his head. The elevator dings and they walk out, heading through a busy atrium. 

Tony slings an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Stop thinking about the train,” he says. “It went well, it’s over now, let’s go to the Burger Company, huh? I can go for a good Killer Bee.”

Peter nods, wincing against the sun when they step out into it. But he immediately starts feeling more optimistic when he thinks about food. “Oh yeah,” he says. “Oh, the green monstah. Oh yeah.”

“I know Bruce still wants to get that copyrighted,” Tony says, as they veer towards the car.

“Just get him to make an appearance and they’ll add his name to it,” Peter says. 

“Lunch next week,” Tony says. “I’ll get all of us in there. That’ll do it.”

And Peter hopes he’s invited to that, but he doesn’t say anything. They’ll be in Boston, he probably will be, but he’s not gonna say anything—and maybe that’s just the headache and the negativity talking—thinking—

Whatever. He stops thinking. He becomes full hamburger. 

And they get in the car, so much better than the train, and Tony laughs and praises the way Peter laid out his proposal, his usage of the phrase polymerase chain reaction, and Peter tries so hard to turn his brain off. Tries to remain hamburger.

Fails to turn his brain off. Fails hamburger.

He thinks about all the work that’s gonna be on his plate if they do accept the proposal and give him the lab time and he’s thinking about that and he tries not to think about that. He tries not to rethink the things he does or plans to do a million times but then he winds up overthinking his overthinking. Thinks and thinks and thinks in a torrential tornado.

And the headache gets worse.

“Why do you always park in the same place when you park in these garages?” Peter asks, watching Tony maneuver to the second floor from the top of the parking garage closest to the burger place. “Is it like, specifically to piss Happy off? Because he prefers to be on the roof?”

Tony snorts, approaching the same spot he always parks in when they come here. Second to top floor, right back corner. Might as well have his name on it.

“I am a creature of habit in most things,” Tony says, letting the car pull into the spot on its own.

“I feel like that’s wrong,” Peter says, narrowing his eyes at him.

Tony clicks his tongue. “I am and I’m not,” he says, putting the car in park once it’s situated. “But yes. This has to do with Happy. An argument with Happy going on ten plus years ago and I’m so set in my point of view that I’ll just do what he doesn’t want me to do even if he isn’t with me. He checks the logs sometimes. That’s enough.”

Peter snorts, getting out of the car once Tony cuts the engine. “Yeah, okay,” Peter says, shutting the door. “Didn’t you guys also have some sort of grudge match over—”

“My Little Pony,” Tony says, with a withered sigh. “We’re not getting into that. It’s too complicated.”

Peter laughs to himself, shaking his head. He tries to imagine telling his past self that Iron Man was having debates with his bodyguard about parking spaces and My Little Pony, and, putting aside any space-time traveling he’d have to do to speak to his past self, he feels like he’d break Little Peter’s brain by saying My Little Pony and Iron Man in the same sentence. Also putting aside the whole ‘you’re good buddies with Iron Man’ thing.

And Peter gets his feeling.

That feeling that he gets, it takes hold of him, full body. Death grip.

The sort of high-pitched alarm in his head, goosebumps along his arms, his heart honing in on something he doesn’t know about yet—just the presence of it, the incoming, a bad possibility. And it mixes around in his mind like bubbles in a glass, and he winces and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Tony asks, concern rising in his voice, and he’s already halfway across the lot, close to the elevator they have to take down. “What, you okay—”

“Yeah,” Peter says, quickly massaging his thumbs into his forehead. “I’ve just, I’ve—all the worrying and stuff has just given me a really bad—”

And the ground gives way under his feet.

He doesn’t have a second to think about it, because the cement is collapsing and the upper floor is folding on top of them in big, broken-up pieces, and he hears the explosions and he can’t tell how far away they are or what the hell is happening and he doesn’t have his webshooters he doesn’t have his suit he doesn’t have anything, and Tony was too far ahead of him, he wasn’t right next to him he was a few feet away which is too far now it’s too far, and there’s already dust and debris and Peter can’t even see him anymore—but before it all comes crashing down he sees the glint of Tony’s watch—

And his brain isn’t working properly and it’s all happening too fast and he sees the glint of the watch and a flash of Tony’s face and Peter feels the dust coming and the heaviness bearing down, and while he still has room he grabs the back of the nearest car and he doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s car or not but he grabs and yanks and tosses in Tony’s direction, hoping he shields him and doesn't hit him, and then a big piece of cement is knocking into the back of Peter’s—

A wire pulled. Abrupt. Silence.

It’s dark. Dark.

Peter’s been in this situation way too many times.

Floating in the—dark in the pillow of his head in the dips of his mind while some—crazy villain asshole laughs and makes speeches and why make speeches when he’s in between knocked out and knocked in—can’t even hear it—can’t even quip back—half the fun of fighting with Spider-Man is the back and forth—

Floating, aching in the way where there’s a voodoo doll of him somewhere in the world, and someone is twisting it and stabbing it and stepping on it and pressing it underneath hot coals—

And he was thinking about luck—spidey luck—Parker luck—bad luck—lack of luck at all—what happened what happened what battle was in who was out to get him who blew him up—

He can feel himself wincing even though he doesn’t feel like he’s inside his body anymore—pancaked—and not in the sugar-coated way not in the dough way he’s far too solid for that—solid and bending and breaking in ways he’s not supposed to—

And worse yet he’s used to it—not surprised by it—hurting and pain but in the here we are again way—

And a pang of panic cuts through him because there might be—there probably are other—other people—other people in danger and he’s—he’s not—he’s—not ready no suit no webs trapped—

“Pete. Pete.”

He hears it above all the other muffled sounds.

A groan, a cough, they go with the voice, familiar voice, and Peter tries to get focused again he tries to get back into his brain but he sees his body floating in the darkness like a starfish in the air all four limbs akimbo and he’s spinning like a rotisserie chicken and he focuses on that for a long drawn-out moment and he starts to fade again—heavier and liquidy and starfish and white noise eating at him like old paper in an ancient attic—

“Peter. Pete, listen—buddy, focus—Christ, Jesus—Pete, you hear me right—”

Tony’s voice.

He was with Tony. 

They were going to get burgers.

No battle just burgers just burgers and talking and My Little Pony and specific parking spots and the sudden sense of doom and explosion and what the fuck what the fuck why why what happened—

Peter plummets back into his body, like falling from a stupid donut spaceship into the shell of the earth and he lands back inside his own body and he lands hard and then there’s all the hurt, all of it, the hurt multiplying and pressure and pressure and pressure and—

The memory. Toomes. All of it on top of him and he was buried there, buried alive—

That memory tries to eat him.

He knows he got out back then he knows he did he got out he got himself out but it’s still a swamp in his head a swamp where he drowns where he drowns in the memory of it dragged down bogged down—years ago but still fresh like it was moments ago just moments but now this moment is that moment now—

Blood on the back of his head—

Concentrate—

“Peter,” Tony’s voice says, and it’s raspy, and he sounds like he’s hurt, and that makes Peter focus.

He opens his eyes. He’s smashed against the corner of some broken cement and he can feel the blood on the back of his head and he remembers the spidey sense the stupid tingle and it wasn’t the headache he should have known it wasn’t the headache and now it’s the headache and the results of an explosion and he’s pinned and smashed together on all sides and Tony—

Peter groans, trying to shift. “Tony—are you—are you okay—”

Peter can hear everything. The debris shifting and falling in on them and the sounds of his bones creaking and his breath coming in short bursts—

And Tony coughs. “Uh—let’s put a—pin in that—what about you—”

“Um, bad. I mean peachy.” Peter groans again. “Why did this—why—”

“Don’t know,” Tony grunts. “Friday says there were three more—three other people in here at the time of the—explosion, whatever the hell happened, they’re trapped too but they’re—not dead, not—sort of dire, it’s—Christ, goddamn explosion, Friday’s still—Jesus—” He starts coughing, and it doesn’t sound good. It sounds sick and bloody and Peter doesn’t know what the hell is going on. 

He’s gotta get him out. Gotta get him and the others out. Gotta get—gotta—

But he’s trapped too, he’s trapped—

He tries to shift, and the weight is bearing down, and—

I’m down here, I’m down here—help—

He squeezes his eyes shut tight.

The memory tries to seep into his pores.

“Gonna be late for lunch,” Peter groans, trying to get his hands under him, trying to brace. He can barely see anything, there’s too much dust, too much shit everywhere. He grits his teeth, barely has his hands under him, but he pushes and tries. Focus focus focus.

“Pete, stop—stop—you’re not a good position—there’s a suit on the way—”

“Can—can you—can you see me—” He collapses back down again. He tries to breathe, but he’s pressed up against the ground—sandwiched between cement and cement and some car parts, a pipe somewhere, he can feel it sticking into his back—

“I can—I can see you, Pete, you’re—”

Peter is getting antsy now. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries to shimmy a little to his left, not even knowing if that’s the right fucking way to go, and Tony sounds close and far at the same time. 

This definitely isn’t just structural damage, or faulty wiring, or anything like that—they park in this one a lot and Peter doesn’t even think it’s that old, so this is definitely an attack and people don’t know he’s Spider-Man so this is probably an attack on Tony and their plans were in flux today because they didn’t decide where they were gonna go after the meeting and he was late to the meeting so whatever this is couldn’t have been planted here unless the person was just waiting for them, or it could be some other shit some completely unrelated shit and his thoughts are up and down like a radio station that’s going out as they cross over the state line—

And he can’t shimmy, he can’t, he can barely get his hands under him to push, and when he moves his right arm it gets caught against a jagged edge of something and it’s cutting into his skin and he can’t move it back, and every breath is short and uneasy because he’s pressed down on either side, chest and back, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

“Okay,” he breathes, and he breathes out and he can’t get another breath in. “Okay, uh—uh—uh—did the car part I threw—I didn’t—I didn’t hit you—hit you, right—”

“No, it’s—I don’t know how the hell you did it but it’s right on top of me, it’s—it gave me room to move, it—it stopped anything from hitting me in the goddamn head, kid, thank you—”

“Good, good,” Peter breathes, hardly breathes, and he feels dizzy and he has to focus, he has to focus. He can hear Tony’s heart beating and it’s never great, considering everything his heart has been through in his life, but it worries him anyway—and Peter has to—he has to get him out—

He can’t hardly see anything—just blurry shapes, dust, broken things, more dust—

“Okay,” Peter grunts, trying not to gasp, because his chest can’t expand properly. “Okay, I gotta—I gotta get out of here—”

“Pete, I can’t—I can’t get to you, I’m trying, I can’t get—I just need you to relax, a suit is coming—”

And Peter knows that as soon as Tony’s inside the suit, he’s gonna get Peter out, and that’s gonna make Peter feel like shit, like the new hero that still needs help, just like he was in the beginning, when Tony first found him, and he’s past that, he’s way past that, and there are civilians in here trapped and soon there are gonna be other civilians in here trapped because there are always people off the street that think they can run in and fix things and help and usually they can’t, and a lot of the time the police come in and need help too, and Peter knows Tony will save him first and he can’t even help once he’s free because he’s stupid and he was running late before the train made him later and he doesn’t even have anything in his backpack so there’s no way he could even change and show up as Spider-Man and help, and worst case scenario Tony would dig him out and then the garage would collapse worse than it already has and kill the other people trapped in here or more explosions would go off and—

“Peter. Peter, hey. Hey.”

And Peter must have sounded distressed or something and he can feel the cut on his arm churning out blood and his breath is thready and he can’t move. He really can’t move.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice strained. He tries to plan, he tries to—he’s gotta get in a good position and then he has to brace on his knee somehow and then he can lift but he has to be careful because Tony’s in here and there are other people in here–

“Pete, bud, you have to—you gotta relax, okay? Stop, it’s—it’s not all up to you, you’re—you’re not in a good spot, listen to me, you don’t have to—”

“Gotta get you out,” Peter says, and every word is drawn a mile out of his mouth, like sludge, and he’s getting dizzy. “You’re older this isn’t good for you—” He tries to say it all at once because maybe that’ll help but it doesn’t help, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight again. 

Gasp, gasping—

The world spins and sparks in the dark. The dark, trying to lasso him, trying to drag him down.

“That argument is getting old, young buck,” Tony says. “Friday—Friday says suit’s almost here, it’s gonna be alright, just don’t—don’t move, I can hear you’re—having trouble breathing, Pete, you saved me from having to deal with that with your—quick thinking, so c’mon, listen to me now, let me help you, just focus on my voice—”

Peter wants to focus, but he’s getting so goddamn light-headed and he feels like the debris and dust is in his nose and he knows it’s in his eyes and he can taste it and the way he’s pinned he can’t even rub his eyes, and he’s too highly aware of the blood dripping, slipping down his arm—

“When the suit gets here don’t get me first,” Peter blurts out, and he doesn’t even mean to string the words together but he does, anyway, and they come out half-garbled, almost unintelligible. “Don’t, okay? Get yourself—yourself out, and then the civilians, and then—then me—”

“Peter…”

Peter tries to glance around, as much as he can—he bumps his chin on the cement, scrapes it, squints over in Tony’s direction—he can sort of see the back of the car he threw, greenish in color and covered in dust, and uneven planks of cement stacked like jenga blocks, and Peter blinks and the whole place turns over—

“The building isn’t moving, right?” he says, or he thinks he says it. Short breaths. 

“No, Pete, just—stop talking, just relax, alright? Friday, are we incoming—”

Peter shouts, all squeaky. “Friday, send me a Spidey suit—a Spidey suit too—”

But he doesn’t even know how well his iron spider suit would hold up under this pressure. And he feels dizzier and dizzier and stupider with each passing second, and he tries to shift again. He’s gotta get out of here, he isn’t some random person going about his day he’s Spider-Man, and even if he doesn’t have his suit he’s extra strong he knows this he’s learned this lesson—he’s—he’s in the same position he was in when he learned this lesson and his chest feels like it’s caving in—

“Pete, relax, I’m—I’m getting you out—”

Peter swallows hard. “No, you gotta—once you get the suit you gotta prioritize—”

And then he hears it—the rush of something, like a cannon—tinkling robotic noises that take precedence in Peter’s mind over the shifting of the debris and the stuttering, panicky start-stop of Tony’s heart. And Peter lets out a sigh that squashes him more against the cement that’s sandwiching him in place, because the suit is here and Tony’s gonna be wearing it soon, the dual relief of Iron Man’s appearance and Tony’s safety. Peter knows he’s in a worse position than him right now, but Tony almost died before, in front of Peter’s eyes and followed by a long, languishing stay in the med bay, so Peter always puts Tony first, in his head. 

He can’t lose him. He can’t. Not like Ben. Not when he has the power and strength to prevent it. No way.

“Okay,” Peter breathes, but then—

The suit pieces break into the spot where Peter is, wedging themselves between the concrete with tenacity, letting out little tiny bursts to fit better and form themselves around Peter—

“What?” Peter yells, hardly able to find the breath to do it. “Tony? No, no, not—not me—” And he gasps, the suit pieces continuing to make room, continuing to encase him—

“Pete, come on—” Tony says, and Peter squints over in that direction, and he can sort of see his eyes, he thinks, his hand outstretched.

“No, no,” Peter breathes, flushed with anger, and the suit forms and forms and blasts away the cement succinctly, building its chest plate. “No, Tony, you have to—you, you first, not me—”

Peter thinks he can see him shaking his head. “Kid, you’re more important—”

“No,” Peter yells, better now because he has more room to yell. “No, no, is there another one coming for you—”

“This was—the closest one I had, in a Boston safehouse, it’s from—way back around the time of the Mandarin situation—just get to safety, Peter, Christ, I need you safe—”

“Tony!” Peter yells again, his whole body on fire with pain and frustration, and sure, he’ll get to safety alright, once he gets Tony and the others out, and they still don’t even know what the hell is going on here but Peter is too insane now to even think straight—

And the suit forms completely, finally forms a helmet and a HUD comes to life—

And before Peter can even process it or say anything or yell out in red-faced anger again, he’s blasting out of there through one of the holes in the side of the garage, cement crumbling down into the space where he was trapped moments before.

And he’s flying away because there’s already a loaded trajectory in the goddamn suit he’s flying away—

And it’s giving him oxygen and it’s treating the wound on his arm and it seems like it’s working on repairing his hurts and getting him out of there at the same time—

But no, no way, no way he’s leaving Tony behind, stuck in an exploded fucking garage when some bad guy most likely fucking exploded it trying to get Iron Man—is he insane is he insane—

“Friday, Friday, where are we going? Where are we going?”

“Mr. Stark told me to take you to the compound, Peter, for medical attention,” Friday says. “SWAT teams and Boston police are on their way to—”

“Nope, nope, turn around,” Peter says, breathing in deeply. “Turn around. Turn this car around.” All he sees is open air and the opposite fucking direction of where he should be. “Friday.”

“I’m sorry, Peter, but Mr. Stark told me to get you to safety no matter what you said—”

When the hell did he have time to say all of that when Peter was passed out or did he just not hear him—

“Oh my God,” Peter grunts. “No. Are there—is there another suit coming for him? Is one on the way to get him?”

“I have nothing else in the air—”

“That makes no sense, Friday, he can’t get out, why would he do—you’ve gotta be wrong, you must be—it doesn’t make sense, why would he just save me and send me away and—is he just waiting for the cops, but—but—”

He knows he was not in a good place when the garage exploded, and he was pinned badly and flashing back to that moment in his life when he felt small and trapped and that didn’t help and he was all dizzy and lightheaded and shit, and that—did that just make Tony panic? Seeing him like that? Did that make him pick him above everything else? 

Peter feels sick.

“No, nope,” Peter says, breathing and breathing because it was so hard to breathe before but now he’s got all the air in the world, and Tony is back there in the collapsed garage in a compromised position and there are civilians too and the bad guy could be anywhere and they don’t even know who the bad guy is and there might not be one but there probably is there’s probably more than one—

And Peter needs to get back there—

“Friday, uh, override—”

“Mr. Stark told me not to listen to any of your attempts to override—”

“Well, uh, he’s annoying, and also you have to listen to me right now because I’m driving—”

“Technically, I’m driving,” Friday says. 

Peter tries to think. He knows he knows there are ways around Tony’s stupid controls, he knows he’s been in the room with Tony and Happy when they’ve put new protocols in and he knows he slipped some in there because he can’t trust Tony to protect himself ever, so he has to try and do it if he can, and he knows Happy saw him programming things and didn’t say anything because he worries about Tony too, they all worry about Tony, and they can’t all keep Peter as the priority just because he’s the youngest member of the team. That doesn’t make any sense, he’s stronger than half of them without his suit on so it doesn’t make any sense—

—and he’s just flying further and further away and he feels like he’s about to start panicking and freaking out worse than he already is and it’s like the suit can sense that of course it can it has access to his heart rate and his brain waves and—

He tries to think—what did he name them to make Tony think it was something he himself did and not something Peter slipped in there—

“Oh, uh, oh Peter P and the Gang—uh—what the hell did I call it, uh—Peter is in Distress Protocol, uh—what the hell is that song he likes oh my God—for those about to—wait, uh, Friday—Peter P, We Salute You protocol—that’s it, right? I enact that, I—that’s what I want, punch it in.”

“You would like to enact the Peter P, We Salute You protocol?”

He feels insane, because he’s just getting further and further away, and just having a super casual conversation with Tony’s AI.

“Yes,” Peter says. “Yes, that puts me in control, right? I’m in charge?”

“Yes, this protocol puts you in charge, because everyone else present has been compromised, and you have the ability to divert all other active heroes to the location of your choice,” Friday says.

“Oh wow,” Peter says. “Um. Hold on that, but uh, put me back in control of this suit and send another suit for Tony, no matter how far away it is, just send it on double speed, uh, double time—” And he needs to store some of his iron spider suits closer to where he lives now, God he’s so stupid—

“Peter P, We Salute You protocol has been enabled,” Friday says, and Peter unceremoniously drops out of the sky.

“Oh shit,” Peter says, flailing in the air. “Thrust—thrusters on—Friday, just help me fly over there, please, back to where Tony is—”

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says, and he watches the thrusters rise up on his feet and hands, and he turns around and zooms in that direction.

He hasn’t been in an Iron Man suit in a very long time. There was just the once, a couple years ago, when Tony sent it to him so he could hold up that falling train better, but that was only for a couple minutes and he was out of it again—

—and he swings all the time, sure, but this is flying, and it would be a lot more fun if the situation wasn’t so shitty—

And the garage is in sight and Peter can see the incoming police cars, still not close enough—

“Friday, can you scan for—um, okay, scan for the civilians in there and scan for Tony and scan for threats. And put all the results on the board—the screen. For me to see.” He swallows hard, feeling stupid, but he knows Tony’s suits are super intuitive so he tries not to show his feelings or feel them too hard. 

“Got it,” Friday says. And she very subtly notes Peter’s heart rate in the corner of the screen, along with his own injuries and stats. 

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m concussed too, okay, that—that makes sense,” he says, remembering his headache. He doesn’t see any bad guys yet in Friday’s scan, and the three civilians are still there, but one is crawling out. “They’re good, right? Those guys? They’re not dying?”

“No, the worst injury between the three of them is a broken leg,” Friday says. “They were on their way out of the garage when the blast occurred. But there are millions of dollars in other damages.”

“Figured,” Peter says. He dips down a little bit, and flies back up. Trying to get used to it. “Friday, connect me to Tony’s personal line where he was talking to you and setting up his little rescue mission here.”

“Connecting,” Friday says.

And it only rings once before Tony is picking up.

And he sounds pissed. “I see you—what the hell are you doing, why are you heading back here? How the hell did you—Pete, I sent you out of here to keep you safe, to get you better—”

Peter realizes he’s incoming faster than he may have intended and he probably didn’t need to be on the phone with him, because he’s swooping into the hole he left through, arriving quickly to start pulling debris away from where Tony is. “I don’t need to get better I need you,” Peter says, before he even really realizes he’s saying it.

Tony shakes his head at him incredulously. 

Friday pipes in. “I will keep you informed of which pieces of debris should not be removed because moving them would cause more destruct—”

“Okay, okay,” Peter says, and he’s trying to be careful but his head is pounding worse now. And Tony is squinting up at him and he looks purely pissed off, but Peter doesn’t care.

“I sent you home,” Tony says, grimacing and trying to get himself out, now that Peter is here in the suit trying to do it. “I sent you away from the danger—”

“You had no right to do that,” Peter says, and he aims the repulsor at one of the bigger blocks of cement and blows it up. And maybe he did it with a little too much power because the pieces go everywhere and Friday lights it up red as the pieces fall back down like chunks of hail. Peter rushes forward and shields Tony from them, and gets bonked in the head for his own stupidity. 

“I had every right,” Tony says, glaring at him when Peter steps back again and keeps trying to dig him out. “You’re young, you’re a kid—”

“I’m not a kid I’m gonna be twenty in six months—”

“That’s still a kid and either way you’re too goddamn important to me to let you lay there fucking suffering under piles of cement you couldn’t move because you couldn’t breathe because you were flashing back to what that goddamn asshole Toomes did to you—”

And Peter stops, and stares at him, and he’s getting teary-eyed.

“What?” Tony asks, cutting himself off. “I can’t see your face in there. All I see is me looking back at me.”

“That’s what I gotta deal with all the time,” Peter says, and he sniffles, and he shakes his head. “Lemme just get you out of here and get you out of the danger—”

He hears the sirens getting closer.

“Yeah and you were telling me if the suit was coming for me that I was supposed to go get the civilians first—do you remember saying that, because I remember you saying that, and I’m noticing you doing the exact same thing that you told me not to do—getting me out first—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter says, and he blasts away another one of the pieces of debris that Friday has lit up green. He can’t acknowledge that right now. Or ever. And it doesn’t matter. He would have gotten himself out eventually if he would have just relaxed because he’s got superhuman strength. Tony has a superhuman brain but a normal person body. “And those dudes down there are probably like—Ben Affleck and Matt Damon and one of their friends, they’re fine—”

“Didn’t know we had such a high opinion of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon—”

Peter sees his opening, sees Tony’s legs come free when he moves another piece of cement, and he’s got his opportunity. He latches onto his arm and hauls him out, tugging him away from the debris clattering down. “I’m keeping an eye, it’s okay, I’ll go get them in a second, and I’ll get you an autograph if it’s them—”

“I already got their autograph,” Tony says, holding onto Peter’s iron arm to keep steady. “I put it up at the Christmas charity auction two years back, you need to keep up—”

And Peter gets that sharp sense again, that feeling, the tingle at the back of his neck and in his stomach and inside the storm in his head, and he doesn’t waste time doubting it this time around—he pushes Tony out of the way as gently as he can and starts racing towards it, that feeling, and then he’s hit with an explosion head-on that sends him flying out into the open air.

Alarms go off in his head and on the screen, and he’s on fire and the suit is trying to put it out and he regains control of the thrusters and flies up higher, trying to see straight. That one was smaller but it hit him head on, and he’s glancing around and trying to see where the hell it came from and what the fuck is happening, and his head is pounding even worse now, and the feeling the sense is dragging him one way but he looks down and—he has to make sure Tony is okay he has to—and he realizes their phone call is still connected because—

“Pete, I’m okay, I’m okay, get the hell out of here, I think they’re targeting me which means they’re targeting you because they think I’m in the suit—”

And that’s what Peter thought earlier, but now he knows it, and he’s gotta get Tony out of sight so whoever this is doesn’t realize what’s going on—

And his brain is working on overdrive, and he knows where this guy is because his whole body is pulling him to his left, in that direction—

And he flies back down, weaving around in the ruined garage, and he grabs Tony, flying away with him—

“What are you doing, Peter, goddamnit—” His hands scramble, trying to hold on.

Peter feels insane in this suit but he clutches at him, can’t drop him, can’t drop him. “Get the civilians out if you can and help out the cops and put a bag over your head or something but cut a hole in it so you can still breathe but—”

And Peter flies down and around, sets him down on the ground close to the location of the civilians, and he flies away before he’s really done talking to him because the suit is following his heart and his brain waves and maybe that’s not great, but anyway—

“Peter, Peter, just fly away, fly away, go stealth so he doesn’t see you—”

“Friday, scan for this guy—”

“You’re on the right path,” Friday says, and Peter sees him on the roof two blocks out, he’s headed right for him—Friday scans him, lights him up, and he’s some guy in tactical gear and a mask, and he’s alone, and what the hell—

“He must have been following us—Friday, disguise my voice make it sound like Tony’s—”

“Pete, goddamnit, no—”

But Peter is fully in his insane brain now. He thinks about Uncle Ben, the last time he smiled at him, those last moments and all the years after. He thinks about what he thought were Tony’s last moments, his wheezing breaths, and the slow and sure recovery. He thinks about every moment they’ve spent together and how Tony tried to save him today, how he said Peter was too important and he couldn’t see him suffering like that and he tried to save him and get him out of the line of danger, and he thinks about luck and bad luck and all the silly shit he was agonizing over before all of this happened, and he doesn’t feel so unlucky when he thinks about how much Tony cares about him. 

And he has no idea what he’s doing but he gets Friday to hone in on this guy and he flies in and gets him with a side kick as if he’s swinging, even though he’s not, and he knocks him to the ground. Peter lands too, rushes after him and holds up both repulsors.

“Peter stop, stop—”

“Mute!” Peter says, and he can’t hear Tony anymore.

And the guy on the ground isn’t wearing his mask—

And he’s…a kid. A kid like Peter.

A kid Peter might even recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter yells, and he can hear his own voice coming out sounding like Tony’s. “Don’t you go to MIT?”

“You’d know!” the kid yells, scooting backwards. “You’re always there, specifically helping that Parker kid, making sure he’s got every opportunity while all the rest of us—”

Peter’s brain is exploding. “Are you literally kidding me? That’s why you’re targeting Tony and throwing bombs—why the hell are you doing this? You’re ruining your whole future—”

The kid looks at him, confused. “You said—targeting Tony—that’s not you, is it? That’s not Tony Stark in there—is that—are you the Parker kid in there? He put you in the suit to protect you, didn’t he? Jesus Christ—”

Peter bends down and nearly jumps down this kid’s throat. “Listen, you’re crazy, and—and—and—” He stutters, and doesn’t know what the hell to say. 

So he just starts. Talking. “Yeah, it is me, and just because he’s helping me—Tony Stark is a family—for your information, he’s my biological father, and yes that’s a secret, and it’s not your business anyway, but now you know, and if your dad was Iron Man I’m sure he’d be helping you too, Tony has a very colorful past and I’m sure I’ve got other brothers and sisters and siblings running around out there, okay, but either way it’s not your business to be throwing bombs—where did you even get—did you make these on campus—”

“No,” the kid stammers, “that Shocker guy who hates Spider-Man helped me—”

“Oh my God,” Peter says, hanging his head. “Of all people—”

“Tony Stark is really your dad?” the kid asks.

And it hits Peter that he actually did say that. That’s the—that’s the thing he said. The hill he chose to die on. 

His head hurts.

“Yes,” he says, because…whatever. “And he’s got multiple scholarship options that are super easy to apply for and get, and tons of—programs, with grant opportunities—how do you not know that? How do you get to the bomb-throwing level of crazy not knowing that?”

“I don’t know,” the kid says, and his eyes go a little glazed. “Everything else is—it’s so hard sometimes it’s so hard to stay on top and I see you around campus and he’s always there helping you but now I—now I know, I’m—Jesus, I’m so sorry, I—oh my God I blew up—did I kill anybody, did I—”

“No, thank God,” Peter says, stepping back, and he gets a notification on the screen that the police are on their way up the building. “The cops are coming. You really—you’re gonna need a good lawyer here, man, but we’ll—this isn’t great but I’ll talk to Tony—I’ll talk to my dad and we’ll—help you out, okay?”

He feels insane, this feels insane, like a canceled video game offshoot plotline, and he feels bad about this kid but he’s also pissed off about it and it’s annoying that the only reason he’s accepting it is because he thinks Peter is Tony’s secret lovechild.

So Peter simply flies away. He puts all the thrusters on minimum thrust and sort of drifts away over to where Tony is, next to the newly arrived ambulance and the three civilians, who aren’t Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and their friend, but they kinda look like them. 

And Tony is talking up at him but he’s still muted inside the helmet but Peter can kind of hear him when he gets close enough.

“Kid. Kid. Dammit, I know you’re—you’re looking right at me, I can tell with the eyes. Kid. I swear to God—”

And Peter lands next to him, and Tony’s eyebrows are raised so high into his forehead that it looks like they’re ready to fly off.

“Friday can you let me out of the suit please?” Peter says, the words all strung together. He feels defeated, even though the both of them are still standing.

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says. “Captain America, Captain Marvel, Falcon, James Barnes, the Black Widow, and Doctor Strange have all been informed you need backup at this location. Should I tell them to stand down?”

“Oh, yeah,” Peter says. “They can—they can stand down.” The suit opens up then, and slowly starts chipping away until it becomes a little hovering thing, flying beside them. 

Tony’s anger seems to simmer down when he sees Peter’s face, and it’s replaced with his patented brand of concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, touching Peter’s arm. “The police showed up, right? Did they get him? Who was it?”

Peter lets out a big breath, leaning forward and bracing his forehead on Tony’s shoulder. 

“You’re okay, right?” Tony asks, gripping the back of Peter’s neck. 

“Um,” Peter says, because that feels like a loaded question.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tony says, before Peter can say anything else. “Let’s go, I’ll talk to the cops remotely, they’re used to that with me.”

“Civilians are good, right?” Peter asks, still just kind of…leaning there.

“You’d know better than me—Fri, you talking to me now? Am I back in?” Tony asks, he glances around, back at the ambulance, which is closed now. Peter can’t hear her answer, and Tony ruffles his hair. “Yeah, everybody’s alright. Stark team incoming to deal with the damages—quick, c’mon, Happy’s down the street. Let’s go before someone grabs us—he got us burgers.”

“Did he actually—” Peter starts, pulling back and looking up at him, dazed.

Tony nods, and starts pulling him along before any of the cops can notice.

~

Happy always has a full first-aid kit in his car when he comes to pick them up. Peter doesn’t know if it’s always there, or if he sets it up when he’s heard about them getting into something, or if he just expects them to need it for some reason, even if they’re just having an afternoon lunch. But either way, it’s here, and Tony snaps an ice pack and wraps a paper towel around it. He gently puts it in Peter’s hand, and presses Peter’s hand and the ice pack up against his forehead. 

Peter sighs, closing his eyes, and he slumps back against the corner of the backseat. 

“So what now?” Happy asks. “Is what I’m hearing—”

“What are you hearing?” Tony asks. “What’s floating down the grapevine? What’s hitting every grape on its way down?”

And Peter knows he doesn’t know what exactly went on, because Peter hasn’t told him yet, but his tone is in defense of Peter anyway. Peter knows that tone. And his heart soars and sinks with the sound of it.

“Well. Well. I wouldn’t exactly call it public knowledge, but I was casually—casually watching Friday’s live downloads—”

“So he knows everything,” Peter grunts, “because he was spying on me—”

“I wasn’t spying on you, I was spying on Tony, which is my actual occupation—”

“Not your occupation,” Tony says, and Peter pops one eye open to see Tony pointing in Happy’s direction. “Not your job—”

“It is—”

“It’s not—”

“—but I was watching, casually, and then I realize it’s you in there, like Home Alone or something—”

They go over a bump, and Peter’s head screeches with the pain of it. He’s annoyed about everything, annoyed about the entire situation and the aftermath and all of it, and particularly annoyed that this headache decided to dig a trench and stay a while.

“I heard there were burgers in this car,” Peter says, and his voice comes out less commanding than he was hoping and more whiny and babyish. And he sighs.

Tony reaches over and grips his shoulder.

“There are,” Happy says. “There are burgers, and fries, and onion rings. In the front seat up here with me, strapped in safe and sound—”

“Okay well, let’s uh, let’s get to work,” Peter says, and he tries to shift a little bit but he just melts downward, the seatbelt cutting into his throat. 

Peter closes his eyes again, trying to focus on the ice pack.

Tony sighs, and Peter can feel him scoot closer, leaning in to adjust the seatbelt so it doesn’t bother Peter as much. 

“No, we’re heading to the safe house to eat—”

Peter flares up, and he can’t even clock why before he’s talking. “Why are we going to a safe house, are you expecting a student uprising against me—”

Happy scoffs twice in quick succession. “No, lunatic, but we don’t live here and I don’t feel like stuffing into your little apartment while we try to eat and you’re over there falling apart—”

“Okay,” Tony says, a little louder. “Okay. Let’s—let’s—”

Peter pulls the ice pack down. “That bomber was a kid that goes to MIT with me and apparently sees me and you and you helping me out and he got so mad that he went crazy and decided to link up with Shocker of all people to make bombs to kill you and maybe me so you couldn’t help me anymore.” And he hits himself in the face with the ice pack trying to put it back on his forehead. And he pulls it down again immediately. “And worst of all I feel bad about it that I drove this kid—”

“No, no,” Tony says, shaking his head. “No. You didn’t drive anybody anything. You can feel bad, sure, and he can be envious and want what you’ve got, sure, but as soon as someone starts contacting known supervillains and resorting to murder, they’re no longer in the realm of a normal response.”

“Yeah,” Happy says, “that’s an overreaction, why are we even worrying about that? This kid is a supervillain in the making, Peter, or was, now that you were able to—talk to him, briefly, we’ll help him out with his legal case too, right Tony?”

“If Peter wants—”

“That’ll really get him back on our side—”

Peter groans.

“Hey, bud,” Tony says, and he’s resting his arm on the back of the seat and holding Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll stop helping you so publicly if you’re worried about it, but I’ll have to come in wearing like, a disguise, maybe a beard, maybe some blue contact lenses—”

Peter snorts, pressing the ice pack to his forehead hard. “I don’t want you to stop helping me, not really, it’s just like—I know I’m in a good position I know I am I’m so grateful for it—”

Happy scoffs. “You don’t need to go doing all that,” he says. “You’re Tony’s little favorite, everybody knows it—”

“Not helping,” Tony says.

“It’s not anybody’s business who Peter gets help from,” Happy says. “Maybe if they were little spider people too, maybe it would be different.”

“It’s more than that,” Tony says, and Peter sighs and opens his eyes from behind the ice pack. He can see the look on Tony’s face behind his own wrist. 

“I know,” Peter says, cracking his jaw. “We’re family.”

Tony smiles softly at him, like he’s happy to hear him acknowledge it without a big fight. “Yeah,” Tony says. “We are.”

Peter sighs, embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. “And I might have—I might have gone slightly insane—to be fair the whole thing was crazy and I was in the Iron Man suit which was crazy and the whole like being trapped and hurt and you being hurt and like this kid and everything—”

“What?” Tony asks, cocking his head. 

“I told him you were my dad and that’s why you were helping me,” Peter says, fast, and his head pulses with the thrum of his mistakes. “I said that. I said that I was your illegitimate child and that’s why you were helping me and I said that you also probably have more illegitimate children—Happy stop laughing—”

But both Happy and Tony are laughing, and Tony is laughing so hard that he leans down and presses his forehead to Peter’s shoulder.

“I already knew, obviously, because I was watching,” Happy says, hysterically laughing, “but it was just—he said it was such conviction—”

Peter shakes his head, groaning again.

“Okay, okay, simmer down,” Tony says, “he has his headache, he’s concussed. We’ve been through yet another trauma—”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Happy says, clearing his throat, still giggling. “We’re almost there. We’re almost there.”

Tony ruffles Peter’s hair. “You’re nice, you know that? You’re a kind, caring individual and you don’t deserve this bullshit. Don’t ever think somebody trying to kill either one of us is something you should feel bad about, Pete, that’s their shitty decision and no reason they can give is good enough.”

Happy pipes up. “Like you told him, Peter, there are programs and scholarships—”

“You told him that?” Tony asks.

“Yeah—”

“Good, because it’s true,” Tony scoffs. “Half the kids at MIT have me paying for them in some capacity. I didn’t even pay for you, you got your own way in with your own hard work and in this instance I wasn’t providing any money either, just support—goddamnit, I’m getting trapped by it too—Peter, there’s no saying shit to these people. Anyone who resorts to Murder can’t really be argued with.”

Peter lets out a big breath, nodding. 

And then they’re all quiet for the next couple minutes, Happy turning into a residential area and Tony doing something on his phone. He does it all one-handed, because he keeps his left on Peter’s shoulder.

And they eventually park at a nice house, and Peter’s head isn’t pounding as much anymore.

“Gonna go check and make sure everything’s set up, stay here for a second,” Happy says, getting out and shutting the door.

And Tony sighs, and slips his phone back into his pocket.

“What were you doing?” Peter asks, bringing the ice pack down again.

“Getting Helen on for a virtual scan with you—I mean us—informing May and MJ and Ned what the hell is going on—getting this dumbass kid a lawyer—setting up a few more little programs and money pots for the students at MIT so you don’t have to feel bad about it—”

And Peter feels stupidly emotional, and he shakes his head. “I don’t feel bad, I—it was just, uh, crazy, and it made me feel weird and angry and my brain had already been knocked around a good amount so, uh, but I’m—I feel—I’m lucky. I know I’m lucky. I’m just really lucky to—have you, and I know that, and I think everybody knows that.” 

Because none of the rest of it really matters, when he thinks about it. None of the dumb stuff. Because he has amazing friends and family. Because when he needs anything, Tony Stark is there for him. No matter what. 

“And some people wanna blow me up for it,” Peter says, snorting. “Or you. Both of us. I don’t know what the hell he was trying to do.”

The two of them laugh, shaking their heads. 

And it hits Peter, really. Nothing is simple, no, but it doesn’t have to be. Because Tony will help him navigate it.

And Tony smiles at him, and pats his cheek. “I’m lucky too, my dear, illegitimate child—”

Peter sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Listen—”

“I cannot wait to watch that footage—”

“You are making fun of someone with a concussion—”

“I am a concussed person, making fun of someone with a concussion, we are the same—”

The door flies open.

Happy is standing there, stony-faced. “Hey. No emotional moments til we get the burgers out and I’m sitting there too.”

Tony and Peter both scoff, and Tony takes a hold of Peter’s left arm, and Happy grabs his right.

“Alright,” Tony says, “c’mon, buddy, we got a green monstah waiting for you and the others are on their way. Careful there—”

And they both help him get out of the car, and Tony keeps an arm around his shoulders as they head inside.

“Hap,” Tony says, “we gotta look through the protocols. There are too many loopholes for this one to jump through. We’re not running a tight enough ship here.”

“Hey,” Peter says, shooting him a look, “we woulda had worse problems if I had just flown home like a loser—”

“You muted my call,” Tony says. “We need a protocol that you can never my mute my calls. It’s simple. Easy. Not allowed.”

“Okay,” Peter says, as they follow Happy into the house. “Then I need a protocol that requires Friday to scan our brains and choose the one that’s making the more rational decision at the time—”

“Wow, okay,” Happy says, glancing back at them. “So nothing’s ever gonna get done.”

And they keep arguing about it, and Peter smells the food in the kitchen, and he knows nothing is ever simple nothing is ever easy whether they say it is, whether they hope it is, whether they want that more than anything else. And Peter knows they just slipped away from another near-miss and there’s tons of work to be done and they’ll probably be doing it for the rest of their lives.

But he knows he’s lucky. He’s so, so lucky.

“Okay,” Happy declares. “Well— my first protocol—Peter has to meet all the other illegitimate Starks—his brothers and sisters—within One Month, or Tony isn’t allowed any more burgers until this is rectified. Friday, you hear me? Friday?”

#irondad #iron dad #irondad fic #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spider-man #works by iron spider #marvel fic #this one was so fun and different #i will love these two til the end of time

[levmada]

Thank you for responding!

I just remembered another question, you may have broached this topic as well, but I've seen a couple posts floating around that suggest Levi is (on some levels) illiterate.

Personally I don't think current canon Levi is illiterate, but what about Levi in the Underground? There's manga evidence (I believe) that he was at least somewhat exposed to reading (I think I saw a photo of him with Isabel and Furlan with a bookshelf in the background..??).

I can't imagine Kenny advocating for reading when learning survival tactics would be more important by his standards. I think the ability to read is something else that connects Levi to his mother (I haven't see much of anything that would suggest she was a reader), or it was simply a roundabout way of learning another survival skill? ("Knowledge is power"? I.e. having more power over his fate/current situation).

Some of these posts go on to assume the illiteracy spills over into how he writes reports (and that supposedly Hange has to either help him or redo them entirely)

I was curious about how you believe Levi would've approached literacy in his early years.

ugh i’ve gone back and forth on this a couple times😩😩in most of my fics, levi is illiterate when he reaches the surface.

at least, as captain, we know there’s NO WAY he’s illiterate in the present. (and besides, he's seen reading the newspaper in s3 at the end of the uprising. and the labels/books in the basement later).

for a canon reference, it’s said in a smartpass that levi diligently practices his handwriting so that no one knows he’s from the underground. that he has “newspaper level” handwriting. he gets defensive towards Petra when she compliments it😭

you’re absolutely right about the backgrounds. here’s some examples:

clearly farlan knew what he was doing at least😭😭both in the anime and manga, it’s eluded to that farlan is like the ‘co-leader’ that takes care of the money and logistics side of things.

it’s not clear whether levi touches any of that. he IS good (at least competent?) at math though, again like farlan; he did a bit of complex addition in a few seconds.

(sorry i’m just taking the opportunity to post acwnr panels atp…)

math is definitely more important than reading and writing in the underground right? i think the bare minimum reading ability would’ve rubbed off on levi.

KENNY however most definitely didn’t concern levi with that. i mean…😭

i’ve never heard or seen anything connecting kuchel to reading?? pls lmk where you heard that if you don’t mind!! i’m curious.

anyway, it’s canon that levi “learned many things” from erwin around this time of which i must imagine had to do with desk work, knowing levi’s life up to then.

(the account associated with that info has, frustratingly, been deleted since i posted it. i’ll go looking if anyone wants the source)

i’ve never heard the tidbit about hange helping levi with his reports either.

i severely doubt it's real. there’s so many “”””facts”””” out there in the aot fandom, recently i made a long post debunking many and after days of research it’s RLY begun to grind my gears. why can’t this fandom be normal😭that ‘fact’ also sounds like it has shipping reasons behind it, like many others…

anyway, all that said, i do think he was on some level illiterate before reaching the surface.

it’s a mystery for now… but i don’t think kuchel knew how to read. kenny didn’t teach him because it paled in comparison in importance compared to fighting, his image, and so on. if levi could recognize letters grouped together, for instance the names of bars, that was enough.

he picked up on basic math along the way, until farlan came along and it became very important to understand numbers - especially as far as income goes. if not for the sake of the, uh, business levi/farlan were running, in the anime, they were saving up money to go live on the surface with.

((((personal hc but)))) despite his talents, shadis never so much as promoted levi to squad leader during his time as commander. he was too stubborn and stuck in his ways, unable to get past the fact that levi was a thug, and yet had more skill than even their strongest soldier (mike).

when erwin was promoted from captain to commander, he gave levi his position immediately. (which honestly pissed levi off, since he didn’t like the idea of having the lives of a personal squad on his hands…. besides the reading and writing issue.)

erwin would go on to teach levi how to read and write, which levi would go on to master on his own. levi, it seems to me, is the type of person who masters everything he tries, and so with practice and determination, he learns quickly….

you can definitely say he overcompensates because he hates for people to know he’s from the underground. not because of the insults personally, but because it would hurt the SC’s image if captain levi was found out to be a thug before, yk?

that’s my take :)

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