#spiders love my bedroom for unknown reasons

[orange-orchard-system]

Not terrified of spiders not especially into them but a secret third thing: the kind of mixed apathy and acceptance of their general existence that can only come from continuously waking up to find spiders in your bed

#dead spiders live spiders I've seen it all #spiders love my bedroom for unknown reasons #at least they keep the mosquitoes at bay #bugs #front soup.txt #also as a f.unny addition. a particular incident of this flavor is a core memory from during our questioning/s.yscovery journey lol #woke up. saw spider. couldn't go back to sleep. drank water that tasted like hand sanitizer. #had a conversation in which our now ex-host promised to try to be more open but they were scared #also one of our first times knowingly experiencing co-c.onsciousness #like I said core memory of this journey #things may not have happened in that exact order tho we were tired as fuck

[thaliathewriter]

hi <3 id like to request a neteyam x reader if that’s ok :)

maybe it could be a human reader and she has a phone and he asks about it and she just kind of shows him social media (e.g tiktok) and the phone and whatever? anything along those lines would be great. hopefully that make sense, thank you 💗

hi :) thank you sm for requesting, this was really fun writing. I thought this concept was so cute and funny, I hope you enjoy this story <3

warnings: none just fluff

Cuter Than Me?

After what felt like hours tending to the wounded who came back from the train carriers (idk what to call that scene), I was exhausted. I healed the last wounded and started walking back to my pod where I shared a home with the rest of the humans who were allowed and welcomed to stay with the Omaticaya clan. I got back and saw Lo’ak, Spider, and Kiri in the lab. 

“Hey (y/n)!” Kiri said cheerfully, they all turned to greet me. “Hey guys” i answered back, I turned to Lo’ak and hit him on the head not hard, but enough to hurt, “Hey what was that for (y/n)” he asked while rubbing his head, “that's for putting your brother in danger, what the hell were you thinking?” I scolded him. 

“I’m sorry okay, please don’t scold me, I heard enough of it from dad already.” he looked down. I know how overbearing Jake can be on him so I decided to just let it go, “Okay okay but promise me you’ll be more careful, speaking of careful, are you okay?” I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked at him searching for any open wounds. 

He chuckled lightly “I’m fine (y/n), and yes, I promise to be more careful, and don't worry your boyfriend is just fine.” he says referring to his older brother with a playful smirk. I hear Kiri and Spider laughing, I feel my face heat up, “Shut up Lo’ak he is not my boyfriend,” I reply, yes he was but they didn’t need to know that. Me and Neteyam decided to keep us private for now. “Yeah, not yet” Kiri says and they all start to laugh.

I roll my eyes ``Whatever you guys have fun, I’m gonna go lay down playing eywa today was very exhausting.” I say while exiting the lab. I finally made it to my room and changed out of my dirty clothes and finally landed on my bed with huff. I saw my phone on my night stand and decided to go on it. 

I was scrolling mindlessly until I heard my bedroom door open. As soon as I recognized who it was I felt a smile creep up on my face, “Neteyam” I said in a soft tone, “Hi my love” he smiled and replied. I got up and greeted him with a warm hug. It didn't last long because I pulled back examining his body for any wounds. He chuckled lightly and held my hands “I’m okay my love, I promise” 

I squeezed his hands and replied “thank eywa, I’m sorry, I’m just worried I heard what happened at the train wreck with your brother.” He nods and chuckles “News sure does travel fast, I don’t want to remember that though, I just want to be with my girl right now” he gently takes my face into my hands and kisses my lips softly.

 I yelp in surprise as he lifts me up and walks us to my bed. He falls down onto my bed and I land on top of him, I laugh and peck his lips once more before crawling off of him even though he protested for me not to. I didn’t want to either, but I didn’t want anyone walking in on us in that position. 

We were cuddling and playing around with each other on my bed when my phone started to ring. The vibration from my phone vibrated my bed and startled Neteyam, he immediately jumped off my bed, dragging me with him. He puts me behind him and prepares himself to fight the unknown “danger” he thought we were in. I soon realized his reasoning behind his actions and started to laugh uncontrollably. 

He looked at me as if I was crazy. “What are you doing, stay behind me, I don't want you to get hurt baby” he said with concern and anxiousness evident in his voice. I took his face in my hands “Nete you’re so cute” I said while laughing. His hard gaze softens, he looked so cute, he was confused and so fidgety looking around for the “danger”. 

I took one of my hands from his face and placed it in his hands, I said “Nete we are not in any danger, okay? No one is coming to hurt me or you, that sound and vibration was from my phone.” I reassured him in a slow and calm tone so he’d understand, I could see him relax, but he still seemed confused. 

I walked us back to my bed and brought my phone to him. “It came from this” he looked at it, I offered him to take it, he stared at the phone and hesitated but took it from my hands. Due to the movement my screen turned on, illuminating the picture of me and Neteyam on my lock screen. He smiled “Hey thats me and you, I remember this photo, I have the same one in my room” I smiled widely at his confession. 

I could tell he had more questions. “What is it used for?” he asked, “It’s mostly used for communication, but you can use it for all sorts of stuff. Like taking photos, researching, and connecting with other people.” I explained while he listened intently. “How come I’ve never seen you use it before?” he asked, “Well for it to properly work you need wifi, and on Pandora wifi is only in our human pods, so I don't take it out much since it would be pretty useless.”

For the next 2 hours we spent in my room I taught him more about my phone. Exploring the apps I had on my phone and taking about one million selfies with each other, some with him kissing my cheek, me sticking my tongue out at him, and making funny faces at each other. 

The sparkle in his eyes every time he’d learned something new brought me pure joy. he tried playing flappy bird but he never made it far, his little pout made me giggle, he handed me the phone and told me to try every time I beat my high score he would throw a fit and whine “baby you’re cheating,” I laughed “Nete it’s just a game, you’ll get use to it and beat me eventually”

He was lying on his back exploring more apps while I lay on top of him drawing random shapes into his chest. He opened tiktok, music immediately started to play and my screen displayed a human boy lip syncing. Neteyam frowned and looked at me “Who is this boy on your phone?” He showed me.

I smiled, “this app is called tiktok, it's an app where you make short videos to entertain people,” I explained. His eyebrows furrowed and looked at the boy on the screen “You find him entertaining?” jealousy dripped from his voice, I decided to tease him “Yeah, he is cute” I said playfully. 

He could tell I was joking from my tone, he turned off my phone and threw it near my pillows. He smiled mischievously “Oh is that right my love?” he asked in a teasing tone, I smiled and nodded in response. I giggled as he flipped us over, he was now on top, inching his face closer and closer to mine. His breath fanned over my face as he asked “Cuter than me?” as I slowly shake my head my nose bumps into his.

I stared at every inch of his beautiful face, every white freckle, every scar, his smile and every light blue mark on his face. I caress his right cheek with my hand and he leans into it making me smile. “No Nete, never cuter than you.”

#avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #omatikaya #human! reader #na'vi x human! reader #fluff

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

        ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

  ��  Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

#avengers #peter parker fluff #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x avenger!reader #spiderman fluff #tom holland spiderman #marvel #marvel fic #peter parker fic

[itsapeterthing]

Who Am I? || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: spider-man’s identity is exposed to the world after the death of mysterio. the issue? spider-man has a known relationship with your superhero alias, sorceress, but peter is in a relationship with y/n y/l/n. your identity remains a secret as you are forced to decide to either reveal your identity to the world or to allow your boyfriend to have his reputation tarnished further.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst angst angst

masterlist || request || taglist

You stood, shocked, in your bedroom with the television still playing in front of you. For a moment you were unable to move as you watched a photo of your boyfriend, Peter Parker’s face flash across the screen with footage of Spider-man playing alongside it. You always knew the day would come where both you and Peter’s identities would be exposed to the world, but you thought you would be the one to decide when and that you would have so much more time.

Your hands began to shake as you paced your room, picking up your cellphone and dialing your boyfriend’s number. Your identity hadn’t been exposed yet, but you knew there was only a matter of time until there was a decision to be made.

You and Peter had an ongoing relationship that everyone in your shared school knew about. However, it was a known fact across the world that Spider-Man was in a relationship with your superhero alias, Sorceress.

In this moment you were kicking yourself for never realizing that this situation could happen. If they weren’t already, you knew soon enough that people would begin connecting the dots. Peter Parker had you- Y/n Y/l/n- whereas Spider-Man had Sorceress- a woman with an unknown identity. You would either have to come forward and reveal your identity or remain in hiding, allowing the world to believe that you had never known of Peter’s super human abilities and that he had been seeing an Avenger behind your back.

You cursed to yourself as your call went to voicemail, about to call again until you heard banging against the glass of your bedroom window. You rushed across the room, pushing open the window for Peter as he climbed in before you slammed it shut once more.

“What the-” You began.

“Fuck.” Peter cut you off. “Shit. Shit. Shit! What am I going to do, Y/n?”

He began pacing your room, pulling the mask off of his face before tossing it aggressively across your room.

Just then, the phone in your hand began blowing up, buzzing and dinging from texts and direct messages in between phone calls from your family. You knew everyone had started to hear the news.

Silencing your phone and threw it on the bed.

“I- I don’t know, Pete.” You said confused and frustrated. “God, I could just kick that guy’s ass right now. What are we going to do?”

Looking at your boyfriend, you noticed as his eyelids grew red, water brimming on the edge and spilling over them as he tugged at his messy hair. His chest contracted and relaxed rapidly as his breathing quickened and you could hear soft huffs and puffs spilling from his mouth.

Meeting him where he stood in your bedroom, you cupped his face in your hands, pushing your own thoughts aside.

“Peter, look at me.” You told him, searching to meet his eyes. “You need to breathe, baby. We’re going to figure this out, okay? I know this looks bad, but not everyone can believe this, right? You’re Spider-Man. You’ve helped save the world. You’ve never given anyone a reason to believe shit like this because you’re a good person, Pete. They’re gonna have to believe you.”

Watching the tears fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks, he shook his head, moving his hands out of his hair to instead wrap his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. Shoving his face into the crook of your neck, you could hear his muffled voice.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sobbed into your skin, his fingers digging into the cloth of your shirt. “It feels like everything goes wrong. F-first Mr. Stark and now this. The world is literally against me, Y/n. I- I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Listening to your boyfriend's soft cries, you rubbed your hand in circles against his back, soothing him.

You swore you could feel your heart shattering in your chest, watching your favorite boy fall apart right in front of you. Although you both had been through a lot- Peter was going through your worst nightmare and had been hit repeatedly back to back to back. You wish you could turn back time and make it right for him just so you could see a smile grace his face once again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Peter.” You whispered. “We’re going to figure this out together-”

Just then, you heard your name announced from the television, your yearbook photo displayed on the screen alongside Peter’s, below it a photo of Spider-Man with his hand rested against Sorceress’ lower back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself in so low a voice you hoped Peter wouldn’t notice, but he did.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked pushing himself out of your embrace.

As hard as you tried to hush him and keep him in your arms, he backed away, turning his attention towards the television.

“This just in! Sources confirm that Peter Parker, better known as Spider-Man, has had a long-term girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, pictured here since before the Blip! Now, for those of you out there that don’t know, Spider-Man has also been in a relationship with fellow Avenger Sorceress for the past seven months! If you’re keeping up- that’s two women! We’ve been unable to reach Miss. Y/l/n so far for any comments at this time, but fellow classmates have been eager to share their sides of the story.”

“This whole thing is just so crazy.” You watched Betty say on screen. “I thought Peter was so nice, but journalist to journalist- Y/n was way above his league. That’s what’s so shocking! I can’t believe he’d cheat on her like that. I guess being an Avenger really does go to your head.”

“Do you know what this means?” Peter asked suddenly, turning towards you.

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you furrowed your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “What are you talking about, Peter?”

Pointing at the television he raised his voice.

“Y/n, they don’t think that you’re Sorceress.” He explained to you. “They think that I’ve been seeing the both of you behind your back. You... you can still get out of this. You don’t have to go down with me.”

Staring at your boyfriend’s face, the severity of the situation written all over it, your eyes grew wide.

You understood what Peter meant. You had been given an out by some lucky chance. You could lie and say that you weren’t Sorceress and that you had never known a thing about Peter being Spider-Man. You could lie and pretend that you didn’t know who your boyfriend really was.

You could lie and allow Peter to have his reputation tarnished even further by making him out to be a two-faced cheater.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Peter, I can’t do that.” You told him. “You’re innocent! If I lie and say that I didn’t know anything- that I’m not Sorceress and that you’ve been cheating on me behind my back- then you look guilty. You can try to prove you’re innocent for the whole thing with Mysterio right now because you’ve never given anyone a reason to believe otherwise, but if I let you take the fall for me, Peter, and make you look like a liar and a cheater then that will give them all the more reason not to trust you. It’ll be impossible to change their mind.”

Listening to the words you were saying in disbelief, he pushed his fingers into his hair, tugging hard on the strands and shaking his head.

“Y/n!” He shouted your name. “You don’t think they’ll bring you down with me? If you tell everyone who you are, they’ll think you knew about it the whole time. They’ll think that you knew what I was doing with Mysterio and that you’re just as guilty as me. I can’t ask you to reveal your identity for me just for everyone to turn on you too!”

Flinching from the volume of his voice, a part of you knew that he was right.

You had always wanted to keep your identity a secret to allow you to live a normal life outside of avenging, but seeing Peter’s situation just gave you all the more reason to protect yourself by living a double life.

At the end of the day though, you loved Peter.

You and your boyfriend had chosen each other every day regardless of the hectic lives you both led- sometimes even risking your lives for each other in the process. 

Your lives weren’t easy by any means, but you always had each other and promised yourselves that you always would.

“So what?” You asked. “What am I supposed to do, Pete? You think they’re going to stop at you? You don’t think they’re gonna start wondering who’s behind my mask? And God, what kind of life would it be if I kept mine a secret now? I can’t live normally anymore- not when I’m apparently the ex-girlfriend of the Avenger who they think murdered someone. Besides... what? We’d have to see each other in secret from now on so nobody finds out who I am? It’s not worth it, Peter-”

Throwing his hands in the air, he shouted.

“It’s worth if you’re safe, Y/n!” He raised his voice at you once again, before taking a deep breath. “What don’t you get?”

Taken back by his outburst, you both stood there staring at each other in silence.

When you finally reached your hand out for him, you winced as he shied away from your touch.

“I- I’ve lost to many people.” Peter said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t lose you too.”

The way his voice cracked, made your breath catch in your throat as you stared at the broken boy in front of you.

Peter had undeniably lost so much- his parents, his uncle, his mentor- there was no doubt about that and it broke your heart knowing that he worried about losing you too.

Gazing at his tear-stained face- you swore to yourself that he never would. You would do whatever it took to make sure that Peter Parker was never alone.

“I know, Pete. I’m sorry.” You said, slowly stepping towards him. “You’re not going to lose me. I mean, Pete, we went to space and turned to dust for five years and still found our way back to each other. We’re going to figure this out together, Peter. We’re gonna clear your name, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”

When the palm of your hand met his rosy cheek this time, he didn’t flinch away, instead nudging his head into your touch.

“I can’t ask you to do this.” He said softly, meeting your eyes.

“I wouldn’t ask you to either, Pete, but you would do it anyway, wouldn’t you?” You asked, brushing your thumb against his cheek.

“Yeah.”

Not being able to help the light chuckle that slipped from your lips, you threw Peter a soft smile.

“I know.” You whispered. “So just... let me do this, Peter.”

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, the sound of his phone interrupted him as it began ringing in his pocket. Stepping back from your touch, he pulled the device out from his suit and brought it to his ear.

“What? May, slow down.” He said sniffling. “I’m at Y/n’s.”

Watching as he furrowed his eyebrows, you crossed your arms.

“What?” He asked. “’Check outside her window’?”

Rushing across the room, you pressed yourself against your window, looking down at the street below you. On the sidewalk stood at least a dozen reporters, clamoring outside the door of your building. Eyes growing wide you stepped back, throwing the curtain over the glass.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, wringing your hands and turning to look at your boyfriend.

“May, I know.” He said. “I just- let me call you back.”

With that he hung up the phone, slipping it back into his pocket and strode across the room to meet you in your spot. Resting his hands on your arms, he squeezed tightly.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Peter said meeting your eyes. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but I want it to be your decision, Y/n. Make sure whatever it is that it’s... that it’s what you want because t-there’s no going back.”

Nodding your head along with his words, your focus shifted from your boyfriend to the dresser in the corner of your bedroom where you kept your suit.

This was it.

You had to make your decision.

You wished more than anything that you had more time, but you knew that you had had enough allotted to you already. You had been given more than any other member of your team and standing there now, you were thankful for every second of it.

No matter what your decision was, your life would change for good from this moment on.

Your heart racing in your chest, you memorized the feeling of your boyfriend's touch and the way his eyes glistened from the tears in his eyes, his cheeks stained red. You remembered the way he smiled when he first saw you again after the Blip and the way he held you so tightly after returning from his trip.

Taking one last, shaky breath you looked up at Peter and nodded.

“I’m ready.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #peter parker blurb #peter parker drabble #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x yn

[farfromharry]

The one with the much needed bandaid | Peter’s Girl

Summary: You and Peter finally talk about what you saw the night of Liz’s party, and you become sort of his go to nurse

Word count - 2375

Warnings - mentions of injury, language? i can’t remember

━━━━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━━━━

Peter had spent the entire weekend practically pulling his hair out over the whole thing with Y/N. He couldn’t believe he was so reckless that in the space of the same night he’d managed to one, accidentally reveal his identity to one of his best friends, two, scare away the bad guys by underestimating just how dangerous they were, and three, summon Mr Stark- well his suit and some kind of phone call, to save him from a lake after being dropped in by some weird bird man.

So you could say Peter’s last few days hadn’t been very enjoyable or realistic at all and it was driving him insane.

He was trying to fix things one by one, and he’d begun with apologising to Mr Stark for any inconvenience he caused. His mentor was quick to brush it off, telling him not to get too worked up about it, but warning him to leave the dangerous men to him and the people who were specially trained to deal with these kinds of things, not just some kid from Queens.

He didn’t know how much of that he would stick to, determined to catch these guys as quickly as possible if the avengers weren’t going to jump in, but he’d try and keep that quiet and unknown to Tony of course.

The next part of his plan was to find you on Monday morning, to at least try and explain what he was doing in Spiderman’s suit outside of Liz’s party, maybe tell a few white lies to get himself out of the web he’s caught himself in.

And his plan for the bad guys… well that was still in the works, but he was smart so he’d figure it out in his own time.

»»——⍟——««

You had received numerous texts and calls from Peter since the moment you woke up that morning, all of which had been ignored. You’d gathered he’d want to talk to you but you weren’t returning the sentiment, and you weren’t even sure why. Were you mad he didn’t tell you? Mad that he’d put himself in all that danger?

You didn’t know, but you did know that you were planning on avoiding him so you didn’t have to find out.

Peter had met up with Ned that morning like he did every morning. He was rambling on about some new star wars theory that the brunette would normally love to hear and give his opinion on, so the fact that Peter was ignoring him was strange.

“Are you okay? You seem a little on edge,” Ned pointed out. Peter turned to look at him with a small, unconvincing look.

“I just need to talk to Y/N.”

Ned rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what happened that night other than Peter had left him looking stupid at the party, prompting Flash to call the boy some names while he wasn’t there.

Seeing as Mj had stopped defending him and Ned wouldn’t get involved, the male was free to ridicule Peter for as long as he wished, making for a lot of weird stares in the school halls.

But back to the present, his best friend didn’t seem too happy that he was so obviously keeping things from him, because Peter Parker was a horrible liar.

When your eyes met Peter’s figure resting against your locker you quickly spun around and started heading in the opposite direction, even if you had no idea where you were planning on going. Your hair whipping around was what caught Peter’s attention from his peripheral vision.

“Gotta go,” he announced to Ned, heading off the way you left with a quick jog in his step. You could hear Peter calling your name louder the closer he got, prompting you to speed up.

You cursed quietly when you came to the end of the hallway, having to decide on the spot whether to go left to a crowd of rowdy students, or right to a dead end. People must have thought you both looked crazy, even though that was the only other conclusion you could come to about yourself after you saw Peter on the rooftop.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled, grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm grip. You stared at him wide eyed, almost like you were afraid of him, and it was a look that Peter never wanted to see again.

He quickly looked around before tugging you through an open door that led you to an empty classroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there watching him blankly. He took a few minutes to try and prepare what he was going to say, granted something he should’ve probably done before he pulled you into a room with him.

“I want to explain the other night,” he stated, meeting your eyes for the first time that day. Your expression stayed stoic, pursing your lips.

“You want to lie your way out of admitting you’re Spiderman?” you sassed. The male was slightly taken back at your bluntness.

“Yeah, I guess,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood slightly. You didn’t look impressed at all, and he sputtered out a few apologies.

“Okay yes, I am Spiderman-“ you interrupted him with a scoff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Please just hear me out, y/n/n.”

You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. Peter had to admit that without your usual happy mood, you were intimidating and he never knew you were even capable of that.

“Fine, go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “You aren’t meant to know because- it-it’s dangerous Y/N.” Your heart fluttered slightly. “I didn’t tell anyone because I wanted you all to be safe, I don’t know what I’d do if I was the reason you got hurt.”

Your features noticeably softened. He stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and running his thumb over the back of your skin.

“You can’t tell anyone, please.” His soft eyes met yours in a pleading look.

“Who else knows?” you asked.

“Ned,” he mumbled. “And Mr Stark, but that’s it.”

You perked up slightly, and Peter noticed.

“So, Mj doesn’t know?” He shook his head, murmuring something about how it probably wouldn’t take her long to figure out though. Sensing your happiness about his words, the boy assumed you were happy that you knew something that she didn’t, and he didn’t really understand why. But that wasn’t the case, you were just glad that it meant she was safe, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, right?

“Will you keep my secret?” he asked, staring at you with eyes that resembled those of a scared puppy. You sighed, flashing him a smile and nodding your head.

“Of course I will.” The tone of your voice suggested to Peter that you weren’t done and there was going to be some kind of condition here.

“But?” he prompted.

“But please be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He grinned, pulling you into a tight hug. You tucked your head under his chin, inhaling his scent and being calmed by his presence.

Peter couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face thinking about how you weren’t aware of his abilities, something he’d have to explain to you sometime. “You have so much to learn about me.”

»»——⍟——««

A soft tapping on your window was the last thing you expected to hear at almost midnight on a weekday. You raised your head from your pillow, squinting your eyes to try and make out what was on the other side of the glass.

You eventually had to turn on your light, startling when you noticed the shape of a person, more specifically a superhero.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, hissing when your feet made contact with the cold floor, but you pushed that aside to go and open your window to invite Peter in.

He hastily pulled off his mask, revealing his ruffled hair and bloody face to you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, taking note of the streaks of red on the side of his face. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, stepping forward without a word to engulf you in a hug.

You were careful wrapping your arms around him, making sure you didn’t cause him anymore pain with your hand placement.

“What happened?”

He raised his head, pressing the spider symbol in the middle of his chest. His suit grew loose, making it easy for him to take off and leave on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes widened, staring at Peter’s body in shock. You knew when he explained the whole situation with the spider that he would have some muscle, but you were definitely not expecting that.

“Um,” you were more or less speechless, forgetting how to even form words while this gorgeous boy was standing in your room in nothing but underwear.

Peter obviously hadn’t thought it completely through, his eyes widening when he realised you were indeed staring at him half naked.

“Sorry, I-I-“ You shook your head, ignoring the definite blush on your cheeks as you guided him to your bathroom. You got the boy to sit down on the side of the tub, where he nervously played with his fingers.

“So, what happened?” you asked, setting your emergency first aid kit on the side. He blankly looked up to you, finally looking at you properly. Only now did he notice that you must have been trying to go to sleep.

You were in an old shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, your hair tied up in a messy ponytail without any makeup. Peter always thought you were pretty, and it seemed as though he was only now realising just how pretty you were.

“Pete?” you whispered, snapping him out of his daydream.

He apologised. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you could turn your head to the light.” He nodded, doing as you asked and bearing his wounded cheekbone to you. His fists clenched when he felt you touch the alcohol to his cheek, hearing a small apology after you heard his pained hiss.

He thought back to a couple minutes ago when you’d ask how this happened, mentally debating whether he should tell you or not. He came to the conclusion that if you were going to generously patch him up then the least he could do was tell you how he got himself in this state in the first place.

“There was some guys following this girl, trying to back her into an alley.” You paused your hand movements, looking into his soft honey eyes with a sympathetic smile. He took that as a sign to continue. “I couldn’t just let it happen, I thought about if that was you or Mj and ai just-“

Your heart almost burst with love for the boy, pressing a friendly kiss to the top of his head that had him blushing a deep scarlet in seconds.

“You did the right thing, even if you got a little hurt.”

He nodded, glad he was able to get your approval, especially after your one condition of not telling anyone was that he was as careful as he could be.

“Where else does it hurt?”

You helped clean Peter up as best as you could, the boy telling you that his quick healing should deal with the parts that you couldn’t, such as the bruised ribs.

“Let me just put a bandaid on and you’re good to go.” He rolled his eyes, trying to tell you that he didn’t need it. It was only a small cut on his bicep but you were insisting on covering it up. Peter watched as your eyes widened when you pulled the bandaids from the first aid kit.

“What is it?” he asked.

You nervously held them up, watching as his face twisted into one of amusement. He let out a loud laugh, quickly being scolded by you as you warned him that your parents were sleeping.

“Really, Y/N?” You blushed, looking down at the bandaid in your hand with a flood of embarrassment. The face of Iron Man stared back at you while Peter continued to giggle. You rolled your eyes, holding out his arm and sticking the bandaid over his cut anyway.

“I hope Mr Stark sees,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him like a child. “You’re all done.”

He thanked you quietly, heading back into your room while you tidied away the mess you’d made on the counter.

Only when you were done you headed back, planning on getting straight back into your bed as soon as Peter had left.

“Thank you for helping me.” You nodded your head, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom as you watched him slip his suit back on.

“Peter,” you whispered, catching his attention just before he left. He hummed quietly. “You know you can come here anytime you need help, right?”

You were being completely genuine, and Peter could see that in your eyes. He was incredibly grateful for you. He held out his hand to you so you’d come over, intertwining your fingers with his when you were close enough to reach.

On an instinct he dipped his head so he was able to kiss your cheek, refusing to meet your eyes as a cute blush spread across his face, the tips of his ears also tinting pink. If he’d have looked at you, you were sure he would’ve noticed he made you equally as hot and bothered, your heart racing so fast you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.

But he could, and it only made him more nervous that he’d just messed things up.

“I know.” He sent you a smile before shooting one of his webs towards a building in the close distance, slipping his mask on over his face and giving you a wave as a final farewell for the night. Thus began the routine of Spiderman showing up at your window every time he was injured and in need of a bandaid, or in some cases a little more than a bandaid.

━━━━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━━━━

peter’s girl taglist → @sunsetholland @captainamirica @tomsirishgirlx @givebuckyhisplumsnow @lou-la-lou @slutforsr @tayyx @gog0juice @minejungwoo @creatorofthegalaxy @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @bvttercupbby @peterswebshooters @whoeveniskendall @itsallyscorner @hoodpankow

#peter’s girl #peter parker series #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker #tom holland

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 122

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: A rollercoaster.... yep, that’s all I got.

Tony immediately called Happy to pick them up. The streets were busier now, so there was no way that Y/N and Tony walking wouldn’t be noticed. Happy was surprised and relieved to see Y/N. He knew not to ask questions, but Y/N could feel them turning in his mind. Thankfully, Tony had a private elevator from the building’s garage to his penthouse. 

The penthouse was beautiful, not like Y/N expected it to not be. Tony was a billionaire after all. As Tony made a phone call to Pepper about not making his meetings today, Y/N walked around. Along the walls, there were pictures of Tony throughout his life. His young inventor years, him and Rhodey in college, him and Happy, him and Pepper. There was a picture of Tony and Maria, even one with Howard and Tony. As she continued she saw photos of her and Tony and the team. There was one of Harley and Tony, which looked to be fairly recent, and another one with Tony and a teenage boy.

“See you’ve found the wall,” Tony commented, walking up behind her. “Or, as Happy and Rhodey call it, the story of my life.”

“I’m surprised you have all these out,” Y/N said, motioning to the wall. “Especially—“

“The ones with the Team?”

“Yeah.” Y/N nodded.

Tony sighed, looking at the photos. “I like to remember the good ole days. The days before…”

“Before it all went to hell.” She turned at smiled softly at the man beside her. “I get it.” She turned back to the wall and pointed to the picture of Tony and the unknown teenager. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, that’s Mr. Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man.”

“There’s a Spider-Man?”

“I forgot that I didn’t get the chance to introduce you to him. Parker helped me at the… well, it doesn’t matter. He’d really fan over you,” Tony chuckled. “Maybe I’ll see if he can stop by after school.”

“That would be nice.”

“He’s smart like Harley. I’ve been trying to introduce the two, but they’ve both been crazy busy.” Tony started walking to the kitchen. “Harley got early acceptance to MIT.”

“Really?” Y/N asked, excitedly, as she followed Tony. “That’s so good.”

“Full ride. And I’ve offered to help with any extra expenses.” He reached into a cupboard, grabbing two glasses.

“That’s really kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do. After all, without him, I wouldn’t have been able to save you from Killian all those years ago.” Tony got out some orange juice and started pouring it into the glasses.

“All those years ago?” Y/N giggled. “You make it sound so long ago. It was barely 4 years ago.”

“Well…” He pushed a glass over to Y/N. “A lot has happened since then.”

“That’s true.” Y/N slowly nodded, taking a sip. “How’s Rhodey?”

“He’s almost done with physical therapy. I have him in, like the, uh… mark 6 or something, of his braces. They’re really helping.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m planning on developing them so that more people like him can walk again.”

“You’re too good for this world, Tony…”

Tony laughed. “No, I’m not.”

“You hide it under a facade, but you are Tony.”

“I think—“

“Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “Secretary Ross is on the line. He says it’s urgent.”

“Doesn’t he always?” Tony muttered, rolling his eyes. He pointed at Y/N. “Stay silent. We can’t let him know that you’re here.” With a nod, Y/N responded. “Alright, patch him through FRI.”

“Stark,” Ross barked over the intercom system. “Y/N has been spotted in New York City.” Both Y/N and Tony froze, looking at each other with wide eyes. “A camera caught her face in Central Park.”

“Don’t run,” Tony told Y/N through his thoughts. “Please.”

“I’m working with local authorities as well as my own team to see if she’s still in town. I need you on it as well.”

“Can’t today. Busy.”

“This is an order, Stark.”

“Still, can’t. It’s my day off. I’m planning on putting some time in the lab. And spending some time with myself, if you know what I—“

“Stark! This is serious. I don’t care if she was your girlfriend. She needs to be found and brought in.”

Y/N took a step back, opening a portal behind her. Her and Tony’s eyes never left each other’s.

“Fine,” Tony conceded. “I’ll get on it right away.”

“Keep me updated,” Ross ordered before hanging up.

“So…” Y/N whispered. “You gonna turn me in?”

“Never.” He shook his head. “I’m going to go out and take them off your scent. You need to stay here.”

“Tony, I can’t—“

He rushed to her, grabbing her arms. “Yes, you can. Because you promised me one night. And I can’t bear to see you go without a goodbye again.”

“Then let me say goodbye. I promise it won’t be forever. I was so stupid for walking through the city like that.”

“Would you have sought me out if I hadn’t found you?”

“… I don’t know… I honestly don’t know. I’m sorry, Tony. For everything.”

He gripped tighter, but not enough to hurt. “Don’t go. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m so sorry.”

Tony quickly responded with his lips on hers. He poured everything he had wanted to say in the past year into that kiss. Y/N willingly reciprocated the kiss. As the kiss deepened, Tony carefully moved his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a thin bracelet. As he held onto Y/N’s wrist, he slipped it on. Y/n felt it as is tightened around her wrist. 

“What did you just do?!” She exclaimed as she pushed herself away. She looked down, holding her wrist. “What is this?!”

“I’m protecting you!” Tony defended.

“By what?! Tracking me?!”

“It’s not a tracker! It’s to keep you here!”

“You think this can stop me from leaving?! You don’t even know if it works!”

“I DON’T CARE! YOU AREN’T LEAVING ME AGAIN! I can’t… I can’t take it.”

Y/N took a step back, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. “And you think this—“ She help up her wrist, “—will make me want to stay with you?”

“I just want to keep you safe…. You have to understand that. I’ve already lost so much.”

“Everything’s not about you, Tony…” She shook her head slightly. “I can’t believe you. Trying to keep me stuck here… Like, some sort of prisoner.”

“Do you even know what it’s like? I’ve watched you almost die, multiple times. You disappeared on me after losing our baby!”

“I do know what it’s like! I’ve watched you be put in harms too! If you remember, I’m the one who had to close the portal! You almost died because of the arc reactor! You wanted to sacrifice yourself in Sokovia! So don’t even. We’ve both done enough stupid shit for multiple lifetimes.”

“Y/N—“ He stepped towards her.

“No. I’ve got to go. And you can’t stop me.” Focusing, she pointed at the bracelet. A purple stream came out of her finger and hit the bracelet, shattering it.

“How did you…?” The shock left as quick as it came when he noticed a portal opening. “No! Please! Don’t go.”

“You’re giving me no choice.”

“I love you… please, remember that…”

“…I love you, too.”

~~~

Honestly, Bucky was worried. It had been a few hours since Y/N had left. And yes, she promised she’d return. He just didn’t know when or where she even went. So the former Winter Soldier kept himself busy with work about his small house. He was just finishing up with his bedroom, when he heard footsteps in his kitchen.

“Y/N?” He called. “Is that you?” 

A small whimper was heard coming from the other room. Bucky rushed through his curtain clad doorway to see Y/N. She had a hand clasped over her mouth while her other arm was wrapped around her waist. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“What is it?” He hurried over, examining her body for any injuries. “What’s wrong?”

“I— He— I don’t know what to do….” She broke down into sobs.

“Sshh…” Bucky pulled Y/N into his chest. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” He rested his head on top of hers. It was times like this that Bucky wished for his arm, even his metal arm. “What happened?"

“I was almost caught.”

“What?” He pushed away to look at her face. “What do you mean?”

“I was stupid. I just went to visit Ma and Pa and I was almost caught. And then… then… I need to think.”

She turned away, rushing out the door of the house. Bucky followed after her.

“Wait!” He called. “What happened?”

“I was stupid. That’s what happened. Stupid for falling in love with the most caring, protective men in this whole damn universe! I was even more stupid to not have just tried to move on from at least one of them!”

“Y-you love me?” Bucky whispered, surprised. 

He had told her twice now since Siberia. But she had never responded. Y/N halted and spun around.

“Yes, you idiot!” She yelled, more frustrated with herself than anything else. “I never stopped! But here’s the problem, I love Tony too. Just as much.”

“You saw him, didn’t you?” Y/N looked away as Bucky step forward. “Was he the reason why you were almost caught?”

“No. It was my stupid mistake of walking through the city that almost got me put in Raft… I just…” She buried her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do… Who ever I choose, hearts will break. And one of them will be mine.”

“Then don’t choose.”

“What?” Y/N snapped her head up to look at him. “What do you mean don’t choose?”

“I mean…” Bucky stepped closer and took one of her hands. “You don’t have to make a decision right now. Honestly, it wouldn’t be wise to. Give us both time, give us both a chance. You and Tony need to patch things up and we haven’t official been together since the 40’s. You need a chance to explore both relationships, so that you make the right choice for you.”

“But what would I tell Tony? He hates you and I don’t think—“

“Then don’t tell him. But you do owe it to both of us and yourself to give us both a chance. And to show you that I mean what I’m telling you, I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Bucky, you really don’t—“

“Oh but I really do. I need to show you that I’m serious about letting you choose but that I’m not going down without a fight. So you’re going to go back to the palace, get all dolled up and I’ll swing by around 7 to pick you up.”

“I really don’t know about this… I’m scared.”

“And that’s okay. Just, trust me. Can you do that?” Y/N nodded. “Good.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now go. And don’t worry about the date, I’ll plan everything.”

~~~

Y/N spent most of the day, pacing. She was nervous. Should she really be going out on a date with Bucky? And should she even be considering the option of dating both men? Maybe she should just take a break, tell them both that she can’t focus on romance. Y/N knew her powers weren’t strong enough for what was to come. Maybe she should just focus on that.

“Oh gosh…” she muttered to herself, rubbing her temples. “What am I doing? How could I be so stupid?”

The gentle knock at the door broke her trance of spiraling self talk. Answering it, she found T’Challa on the other side.

“I heard you have a date tonight,” T’Challa said with a smug smile.

“Ugh!” Y/N rested her head on the door. “Is he telling everyone?”

“Oh, no.” T’Challa shook his head, entering the room. “He just needed a suit fitted to him, so he had to tell me.”

“A suit?” Y/N repeated, shutting the door. “How fancy is this?”

“And that is the reason I stopped by, to warn you that your outfit right now might not be… well, might not be the most impressive.”

“Thanks, Your Majesty,” she mocked. “And, technically, he’s trying to impress me.”

“Yes, he did explain to me the offer he gave you. Have you talked to Stark about it?”

“I saw him this morning, that didn’t go well and it wasn’t even about dating both men. So, no, I haven’t and I don’t know if or when I will.”

“That’s not fair to Tony.”

“Life’s not fair.” Y/N huffed at looked out the large window. “I’ll talk to him. Eventually. Just not tonight. Tonight can be about me and Bucky, then tomorrow can be about him.”

~~~

Evening came, and Y/N was finally dressed up. T’Challa had a dress brought in for her to use. She was nervously sitting in her room, waiting for Bucky. She didn’t know what to expect. Even back in the 40’s, they never really had the chance to go on a real date because of the war. Y/N could tell Bucky was getting closer as his nervous thoughts became louder and louder to her.

“Don’t screw this up, punk,” he told himself. “You’re fine. You’ve been on plenty of dates before. Granted, it was before you became a murder and none of them were actually with the love of your life…. Ugh…. I guess, what do I have to lose?” He paused. “Actually, a lot. I have a lot to lose.”

Y/N could hear his feet stop outside her door and the thoughts continue.

“Just knock. Lift your arm and knock. Crap, maybe I should have taken up Shuri’s offer to put my new arm on. Maybe she won’t find me as good looking. Should I run to the lab? Also, I don’t like holding her with one arm and what if—“

Y/N ripped open the door, fully surprising Bucky.

“Glad to know I’m not the only one over thinking,” she teased.

“What— how did you— can you…” Bucky stammered. “Can you read minds?”

“I can. Sorry, have I never mentioned that before?”

“No. You haven’t. Do you, uh, do you do it a lot?”

“I’ve learned how not to because yours were so loud out there, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Okay.” He gave one nod. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you.” She smiled. “You look really good as well, even without the arm.”

Bucky winced. “You heard that?”

“And more.” She shut the door and wrapped her arm around Bucky’s. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Bucky began leading the way.

“Really? Nothing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I think I’ve had enough surprises from you for a lifetime.”

“Too bad.”

Bucky led Y/N into a small room. There was a table in the center with candles and covered food on it. Most of the walls were windows, giving away a view of a spectacular sunset.

“Wow,” Y/N gasped, leaving Bucky to go look out the window. “It’s… it’s gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Bucky responded with a small smile. “It is.” He watched Y/N watch the sunset. “After being held up in the lab for awhile, once I was finally let out, this was the first part of Wakanda I saw. I fell in love almost immediately.”

“I can see why.”

“It reminded me that somethings never change.” Y/N looked at Bucky with a curious, quirked brow. “No matter what happens, the sun will always rise and set. No matter what you’ve done that day or what’s been done to you. It’s something that’s steady. Always there when you need it.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

“Come on, doll, I’m right most of the time.”

Y/N laughed. “You wish!”

They went on about old times as they moved to the table and began eating. They laughed and reminisced about old times well until after dinner was gone. It was nice, refreshing for both of them after such a long time of continually fighting or on the run. When the laughing grew quiet, Bucky watched as Y/N observed the stars from her seat.

“You know,” he started quietly, “you’ve changed. But you haven’t changed at all.”

Y/N looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you have these powers, which I’m totally going to ask you more about later, but… you’re still you. Y/N Rogers, the girl I fell in love with.”

“And you’re still you, Buck. Even after everything HYDRA made you do, you’re still you.”

Bucky got up from his seat and walked around to the side Y/N was sitting. Grabbing her hand, he quickly pulled her up to her feet. His arm circled her waist to pull her into him as his lips found their way to hers. Y/N welcomed it, moving her hands so that they were holding Bucky’s face close. When they finally pulled apart, they were panting slightly.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered. “For tonight, for understanding.”

“Of course,” Bucky replied. “You mean the world to me. Anything to make you happy.”

Y/N kissed him again. “Do you want to get out of here? Maybe some place more private?”

“Just led the way, doll. I’m all yours.”

next chapter >

NOTES: from now on the taglist when be added by a reblog. I will reblog it using my second account, @just-dreaming-marvel-2​​. Just so that my main page doesn’t get too cluttered.

If you want to be added to the tag list, please dm me or send in an ask.

#tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #iron man x reader #the winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader #tony stark imagine #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #tony stark #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

[awhitehead17]

His Tiny Person

TimKon, Soulmates AU, Canon Divergence, Mini Soulmates, Humour, that “oh” moment, Realisation of feelings, Getting together.

Summary: "Kryptonian's have something called soulmates and every single Kryptonian has one. We know who our soulmates are because mini versions of them manifest to us. To begin with you won't recognise them, or even know their name, until you actually meet them in person. You will meet, you are destined to, but whether you get along or not is another story."

When Kon finds a tiny person hanging around him he's extremely confused but comes to adore him anyway. However its still a complete shock when Kon learns that he's known his soulmate for years and has just never realised it.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D  

No matter what anyone says, Kon believes that the freak out he has is very much warranted.

After getting out of the shower, Kon wrapped a towel around his waist before entering his bedroom and without any conscious thought he goes through his routine of getting ready for the day. The last thing he had expected to see was a tiny person perched on a pillow on his bed.

In all of his glory Kon let out a yell and scrambled backwards in surprise, his back quickly hits a wall which stops him from going anywhere. The tiny person on his bed openly stares at Kon and it feels like he’s being studied or even judged by him.

Kon stares back completely bewildered at the sight. There’s a tiny person on his bed. How did he get there? Who was he? Where did he come from? Is this some kind of prank?

“Conner, is everything alright?” Ma Kent’s voice could be heard calling him from downstairs. “We heard a yell.”

Still staring at the tiny person Kon tries to get himself together. He shuffles to his bedroom door, never taking his eyes off the person, and opens it. Over his shoulder he calls down to her. “Sorry Ma, I saw a spider. It caught me off guard that’s all. It’s all sorted now.”

“Okay dear if you’re sure. Breakfast is ready when you are.”

“Will be down in a bit, thank you.”

Kon quickly closes the door and debates on what to do. He takes a moment to observe the tiny person. The tiny person is a boy, he has messy black hair, two blue eyes, thin lips, a small body lean body covered by a red t-shirt and black sweatpants.

Kon has no idea what this is, however, weirdly enough he’s feeling a pull towards this tiny person. He can’t describe what it is but Kon feels kind of protective over him, like he wants to just wrap this tiny person up and hide him away from everything. The feeling is completely irrational because Kon knows absolutely nothing about what this could be.

The tiny person stands up and makes his way across Kon’s bed until he’s standing near the edge of it. Kon couldn’t help but find him adorable, he’s so small! He’s not much bigger than his hand in size comparison.

Kon approaches the bed carefully and crouches down so he's almost eye level with him. When they make eye contact the tiny person smiles brightly and Kon feels another pull inside of him, this time its sharp and releases a sense of warmth through him. His heart melts even more for this little thing.

“Hi, do you have name? Where did you come from?” Kon asks softly. The tiny person shakes his head and Kon frowns. “Oh okay. Well I’m Kon or Conner, its nice to meet you.”

“Conner your breakfast is getting cold!” Ma Kent’s voice comes from downstairs again and Kon knows he really should get going.

He turns back to the tiny person. Should he tell Ma Kent about this or not? How would the Kent’s react to this? Kon is still rather new to the whole family thing, he’s only recently moved in with them and is in fact still adjusting to life in Smallville, would this freak them out? Maybe he should work out what this person is doing here first before telling them anything.

With that in mind Kon sends him a small smile. “I’ve got to go have breakfast now, but once I’m done I can work out what to do with you.” He stands up and heads for the door but is stopped short when he hears a small thump.

Kon looks over to find the bed now void of the tiny person, initial panic rises up inside of him though it’s quickly diminished when he feels a tugging sensation on his jeans. Snapping his gaze down Kon finds the tiny person insistently tugging on his jeans with a panicked look on his face.

For unknown reasons, Kon’s heart breaks at the look. “Hey, I’m not leaving. I won’t be long, I promise.” The person shakes his head and without warning starts climbing up Kon’s leg, grabbing fists full of fabric to help him on his journey and he doesn’t stop climbing until he gets to the pocket and climbs inside.

Kon’s not entirely sure on what to do with the tiny person that’s now curled up inside his jeans pocket. Obviously he hadn’t wanted Kon to go, or perhaps it was more of a separation thing and had panicked when he thought Kon was leaving?

Running a hand through his hair Kon opts to leave it for the time being, he’ll work it out later on. As he once again moves towards the door, he hopes that the tiny person is comfortable enough in his pocket until he returns to his bedroom.

----

Throughout the next couple of weeks Kon learns a lot about the tiny person.

He comes to notice that he has his own personality, he has his own quirks and things he likes and dislikes. While he doesn’t speak, the tiny person makes sure his opinion is heard. He likes to train and work out and he’s wickedly smart. He also loves to be held in Kon’s palm and to have his hair stroked.

Through some misunderstandings, Kon comes to realise he actually needs to feed this tiny person, he also needs to regularly clean him, exhaustion and not sleeping enough is certainly a thing, injuries too. The first time this tiny person hurt himself Kon almost had a heart attack in concern and panic.

It’s literally like he’s looking after another human being, only this human is super tiny and can easily fit into his pocket.

Despite all of this he still hasn’t worked out how this tiny person came to be. Anything he’s looked into has come to a dead end, he’s even explored scientific possibilities but it’s all come up empty handed. He’s still completely perplexed on this person’s existence.

When an unfortunate event occurred, Kon became aware that he can’t be too far away from this tiny person either, only because the distance causes them both physical pain. That alone makes Kon believe there’s more to this whole thing, he doesn’t know what it could be but there’s definitely something.

Other than that Kon really adores him. He’s gotten used to his presence now and how he happens to be there in Kon’s everyday life. It frightens him to no ends when a mission comes up or if Kon engages in a brutal battle because he could get hurt. Nonetheless the tiny person is always there for him, its like he’s got his own cheerleader.

A few weeks after the tiny person appears, Kon is meeting with Clark on the farm to catch up. Since the man had finally accepted him as a person and has even named him as part of the family, Clark’s been trying to put effort into getting to know him. Kon appreciates the effort and knows that their relationship is slowly healing.

When Clark arrives they settle onto one of the benches outside with some food Ma Kent had baked and were generally catching up. However Kon’s focus on the man’s words instantly die when movement in his peripheral catches his attention.  

Kon glances down at the ground and freezes when he spots a small woman walking around within the grass looking completely at ease observing everything around her.

“Kon?”

Blinking Kon averts his attention away from the woman and back to Clark who is now frowning at him. How long had Kon not been listening for? Instead of saying anything Clark looks in the direction Kon had been and confusion crosses his face.

“What is it Kon?”

Kon waves a hand in the direction of the small woman. “Do you not see that? There’s a tiny person in the grass Clark!”

The man continues to stare at Kon like he's crazy. It makes Kon feel insecure. He wasn’t imaging this right? He’s got his own little dude hanging around him for weeks and now there’s a small woman too.

“Yeah… that’s Mini-Louis.” Clark says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Mini-Louis? As in your wife Louis?” Kon asks sceptically.

Clark pulls a face, clearly not understanding his confusion. “Yes Kon. My wife. She is my soulmate, therefore I have a Mini-Louis around me.”

Kon has no idea on what to say to that because what?

Realisation crosses Clark’s expression. He pulls back a bit, seeming surprised. “You don’t know about it?”

“About what Clark? What the hell are you on about?” Kon snaps.

Clark takes a deep breath and leans forward on the table using his elbows to prop himself up. “I’m sorry it must have completely slipped my mind. We as Kryptonian's have something called soulmates. Every single Kryptonian has one. We know who our soulmates are because mini versions of them manifest to us and these mini versions are attached to our souls. Once we finally meet our soulmate in person the bond between us is solidified.”

Kon blinks trying to digest that information. Soulmates. Soulmates are an actual thing and they appear in the form of tiny versions of themselves. Kon’s tiny person is in fact his soulmate. But he doesn’t know who his soulmate is, he doesn’t recognise him!

“Has your soulmate manifested Kon?” Clark questions after a long drawn out silence.

Instead of answering Kon carefully reaches into his jacket’s pocket and scoops up his tiny person. He’s been sleeping this entire time and Kon feels bad for moving and waking him up but he gently does so and places him on the table in front of him.

His tiny person looks disorientated for a moment. He sits down on the table, yawns and rubs his eyes with his fists as he wakes up. Once he notices where he is he looks alerted and sends Kon a panicked look. Kon reaches out a strokes a finger down his face. “It’s okay buddy, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. I’m finally learning about you properly.”

Kon glances up to find Clark watching him with warm eyes and a soft smile. Kon raises an eyebrow. “What? If you say this is my soulmate it would certainly explain why I’m protective over him. But why didn’t you tell me sooner? I don’t recognise this person, doesn’t soulmates work after you meet the one or something?”

“With Kryptonian’s, your mini-soulmate manifests when the younger one of the pair comes of age. Your situation is slightly different, thinking about it I could guess that your soulmate appeared once you were named as you were already of age.”

Kon nods to the explanation. He’s slowly understanding it. He’s still feels conflicted about it, like he’s afraid of the idea of it but he's also open to it…

“The idea is that you don’t recognise them, or even know their name, until you actually meet them in person. You will meet, you are destined to, but whether you get along or not is another story. You’re soulmates, but that bond can be either platonic, romantic, or even in some rare cases it’s a hatred bond. By the looks of it, yours is either a platonic or a romantic bond.”

Kon sighs, he guesses that’s better than it being a hatred soulmate bond. He thinks he gets on rather well with his little dude.

“As frustrating as this will sound, the main thing I can say is that only time will tell. When you meet your soulmate you’ll recognise them and then how your relationship with him progresses will depend on the two of you.”

After that they change topic of conversation, leaning more into Kryptonian heritage and ways of life as well as different battle strategies Kon could be using with his team. Meanwhile as they talk, Kon’s mini-soulmate joins Mini-Louis in exploring the wildlife together.

-----

It turns out Kon has already met his soulmate. In fact it turns out he’s best friends with his soulmate. He’s known him for a couple years.

It turns out his soulmate is Robin and he’s only finding that out now.

Young Justice, or rather the newly formed Titans, are gathered together and spending the weekend at the Tower. They were about to start their movie night when Robin tells them he has an announcement to make.

In line with their new team development he wants to clear the air and start fresh, hoping they would all forgive him for certain things in the past. Robin takes his mask off and gives them his real name.

As Kon meets Robin’s – Tim’s – eyes his heart stops. Without the mask obstructing the top half of Robin’s face, Kon clearly sees the same face that his mini-soulmate has.

Robin is his soulmate. How has he never made that connection before? The resemblance is uncanny, he’s literally been carrying around a Mini-Robin for 6 months.

He’s been on a team with Robin for a couple of years now. When he first escaped Cadmus, him, Bart and Robin made a trio team and over time the others had joined them, therefore creating Young Justice. A couple years later here they are joining the Titans and Robin is finally sharing his identity with them.

To begin with he and Robin never got on, they were always at each other’s throats and never saw eye to eye but as time went on they both mellowed out and come to accept the others presence. Their friendship became stronger as they both matured over time. Kon had moved to Smallville and began to really learn what life is about, how there’s a life outside of superheroing, while Robin had moulded the legacy he carries into his own and has found the confidence to become his own person rather than trying to be someone else.

Either way, he immediately recognises Robin’s – or Tim’s – face and not because apparently he’s famous but actually because Tim’s face is the one his mini-soulmate wears. There’s no mistaking it.

His mini-soulmate is currently hidden from view inside his jacket pocket but Kon could easily feel the excitement rolling off the tiny person, he’s practically buzzing with energy. Knowing he’s going to have to try and restrain his mini from doing anything rash, Kon brushes his telekinesis over him in attempts to calm him down.

At Tim’s announcement there’s a loud explosion from the group which lasts for some time until everyone calms down enough to settle so they can watch the films they have lined up. No matter what they put on, Kon couldn’t focus on any of them. His mind is too occupied with the thoughts of Robin being his soulmate and what that could mean.

He begins questioning his entire friendship with the bat vigilante. Reflecting on everything from the moment they met to now.

What kind of feelings does he actually have for his friend? He cares for him, they trust one another (the whole ID thing was a different matter despite how many arguments there have been on that topic) and Kon can’t imagine his life without Tim in it. Even back when he loathed him Kon wouldn’t have imagine Robin not being there.

They balance one another out. Where Kon is reckless and is hot headed, Robin thinks things through and plans accordingly. Where Robin is uptight and too hard on himself, Kon is freewheeling and helps him to relax and unwind.

When he’s with Tim he wants his friend to be happy, he wants him to feel safe and protected. When things get too much Kon reminds Robin he’s there to talk to if he needs it. When Kon’s felt overwhelmed by his powers Tim is the one he turns to because he helps Kon to understand them without making it feel like he’s being judged. There’s been numerous of nights where they’ve sat together in silent company, both of them wanting to be alone but not at the same time.

Kon thinks about his smile and his laugh when he’s genuinely happy and not wearing that stupid asshole persona. He think about how when he gets invested in something he would passionately defend it. How there’s a shy and genuine guy behind that mask despite all the confidence Robin plasters on in front of them all. He recalls when Robin would walk into a room and how Kon’s mood would improve significantly for no reason.

Well shit… there’s a lot more feelings towards Robin than he ever realised. Is this still platonic though or is it the start of something romantic? Can Kon even imagine what it would be like to be romantically involved with Tim? To hold his hand, to cuddle, to kiss and then maybe more, to be seen in public with him, to lean on one another without fear…

Kon’s heart misses a beat when he realises that yes he can imagine all that. Now he knows Tim’s name and knows what he really looks like, Kon can see himself doing those things with Tim and even getting to know him better than what’s slipped through his persona over the years.

Tim is his soulmate, they’re bound to each other in some way. Why hadn’t he ever seen it before?

What is Tim’s opinion on all of this? Kon’s mind suddenly goes into overdrive when it clicks that since Tim is his soulmate, he has a Mini-Tim with him at all times, then that means Tim would have a mini-him.

“on? Conner! Kon!”

A sharp stinging sensation gets his attention and Kon blinks, his thoughts finally residing for now. Kon looks around to find everyone in the room staring at him with concern and how Robin is standing in front of him with worry etched all over his face.

“Are you okay? You completely spaced out on us.”

Kon swallows thickly and sends Tim, and everyone else, a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry just got lost in my thoughts.”

Tim doesn’t look convinced and now that his mask is no longer on Kon could clearly see his expressions. Despite only seeing Tim’s face for the first time moments ago, Kon can already read his facial expressions because they happen to be the exact same ones Mini-Tim wears.

Kon reaches out and pushes Tim away from him to create room so he can stand up. “Seriously I’m fine. It’s just been a long week that’s all. I’m actually going to head to bed, I’ll see you all in the morning.”

Without looking at anyone Kon flees the room, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. He doesn’t stop moving until he gets to his assigned room where he promptly barges in and slams the door shut behind him. Unable to stand still Kon begins pacing the length of the room, his mind back to working on overdrive.

Its only when something starts moving against him that he breaks out of the cycle. Kon stops in the middle of his room and gently scoops out his mini-soulmate. From the centre of his palm, Mini-Robin looks up at him and scowls. Kon winces in both guilt and embarrassment.

He places his min-soulmate onto his dresser and instantly Mini-Tim turns his back on Kon and crosses his arms over his chest. Kon frowns feeling terrible, he didn’t mean to make him upset or angry. He can’t help that he's a little incompetent when it comes to these sort of things.

Kon goes back to his pacing, now talking to his mini as he does so. “I’m sorry okay. I didn’t realise, all of this time and you’ve actually been in front of me. How many missions have we been on, how many rooms have we been in together, how many hours have we spent in close proximity of one another? After all of that its only now I’m figuring it out!”

He glances over to find that Mini-Tim is still ignoring him. Kon huffs. “Well it’s not like it’s entirely my fault! Robin is as much as to blame as I am. At least I have an excuse, I didn’t know it was him because he had half of his face covered all the time. What about him? He’s probably had a mini-me this whole time and has never approached me about the topic, it’s not like I’ve gone incognito.”

When he stops talking the silence in the room stretches out. Even though its only Kon and his mini-soulmate Kon could easily feel the tension between them. He doesn’t like feeling like this, especially with his little counterpart.

Sighing heavily, Kon shuffles over to the dresser where Mini-Tim is still standing and leans in closely. “Please don’t be annoyed. It’s a shitty situation and my emotions are everywhere. The last thing I need is for you to be annoyed at me too…”

When Mini-Tim continues to ignore him Kon frowns and carefully reaches out to him with his TTK. He gently prods his mini-soulmate, trying to encourage him to loosen up and even look at him again.

Eventually his insistence must work because Mini-Tim turns around and stares up at him with wide-eyes and a pout on his face. Kon pulls back his power and reaches out to brush a finger along his tiny cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Kon whispers softly, “I’ll sort things out, I promise but it may take some time.” The wide-eyes and pout soon turns into a glare without heat and a pointed look. Kon understands his message though. “I will talk to him, soon okay. Just not yet, I need to get my thoughts in order first.”

A knock on his bedroom door breaks his attention away from his mini-soulmate. Kon sighs and is reluctant to open the door, fearing what’s on the other side of it. When a second knock happens, Kon forces himself to walk over to the door and pull it open.

As feared, Tim stands there in the corridor looking worried and lost in thought. He notices that Kon has opened the door and snaps back to attention. “Uh hey.”

“Hey.”

“Can we talk?” Tim asks sounding unsure.

Kon sends him a tight smile. “Yeah.”

Tim enters his bedroom and Kon closes the door behind him. There's a pause between them before Tim turns around to face him wearing contemplative expression. “Your behaviour isn’t about my name and face is it?”

It sounds like he already knows the answer to that but Kon humours him by answering anyway. “No. No it isn’t, well, not the main part of it at least.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. How was he supposed to talk to Robin that he's his soulmate? How was he going to explain that for the last 6 months he’s been carrying around a tiny version of him but didn’t know because he never made the connection until today?

In the end he shakes his head, he’s probably way over thinking this too much. Maybe he shouldn’t use words, perhaps using actions is the way to go?

Kon moves around the room and goes back over to the dresser, when he leans in close he finds Mini-Tim hiding away behind a deodorant spray. He lifts his hand with his palm facing upwards and waits to see if his mini takes the invitation. Mini-Tim stares at him suspiciously for a moment before coming out of his hiding spot and climbing onto his hand.

Kon carefully turns around and shows Tim his mini for the first time. Surprisingly yet unsurprisingly, Tim doesn’t look shocked. His eyes widen but that’s the only reaction Kon gets. Tim wordlessly reaches down into his jacket pocket and brings something out of it, Kon could only gasp when he sees a mini version of himself on Tim’s palm.

Before he or Tim could react their mini-soulmates both make an excited sound. Mini-Kon jumps up from Tim’s palm and flies straight for Mini-Tim. In return Mini-Tim jumps up with his hands stretched out and grasps onto Mini-Kon when they collide together. Mini-Kon carries them around for a moment before they land on the bed and separate. They use their little arms and legs to wildly gesture to one another about something lost to both Kon and Tim. It’s rather adorable to watch.

“I think that answers a few questions does it not?” Tim says amusedly watching the minis with a smile.

Kon huffs. “Some of them yeah. Look dude there’s a lot to explain about this, I get you must be super confused about how a tiny version of myself just suddenly appeared one day and I understand that -”

“I’m going to stop you there Kon.” Tim says firmly raising a hand up in a stopping motion, he’s now looking at him. “I know a lot more than what you think I do. I know what this is and what it could mean. If anything I’m the one that should explain some things to you, like why didn’t I tell you sooner for example.”

Feeling rather overwhelmed Kon shakes his head and moves to sit down in his desk chair.

Tim takes it as an opportunity to keep talking. “We’ve always had a strange relationship Kon. From the moment we met until now it’s been odd, but quite frankly there’s not a thing I would change. I know those minis represent that we’re soulmates. I have to admit I was rather confused when you appeared tiny in my bathroom 6 months ago, to begin with I thought you had shrunk or something but there was something telling me there was more to it than that.

I got my answer about a month later when I ran into Louis, she had been at the Manor talking to Bruce when I saw she had a tiny Clark riding on her shoulder. After a conversation she explained that her and Clark were soulmates, it’s all to do with because he’s a Kryptonian. Of course then it made more sense.

The reason why I never approached you about it is because I didn’t know what to do. I knew it was you, it’s kind of hard not to tell y’know,” Tim sends him a knowing smirk at that comment, “but since you never said anything about it I figured you didn’t know it was me. It’s only then that it clicked that I still hadn’t revealed my face or even shared my name with you.

It wasn’t my choice not to tell you, you know that, it had been Batman’s orders. For months I debated on what to do, even going as far as arguing with Batman to share my ID at least with you. In the end Batman gave in but only after I explained why I was so insistent about it. And well, here we are.”

Tim trails off into silence and he’s looking expectantly at Kon, waiting for him to respond to his side of the story. Kon could only blink at him and repeat his story in his mind. The minis are currently sat together side by side on the edge of the bed’s footboard, they were holding hands and swinging their legs together as they share a smile.

As much as Kon would like to be frustrated at Tim for what he did, he knows he really couldn’t be. Its not his fault that Batman put him in an awkward position. Kon rationalises in his mind that’s its all done and over with now, he can’t change it but from here they can at least go forward.

He glances up at Tim. “So what do we do from here? How would you like to go forward? Also I’m sorry that I put you in this position. It was as much as a shock to me as it probably was to you.”

Tim glares at him. “Don’t apologise Kon. It’s not like you had a choice in the matter and you know what, I’m glad its you.”

That gets Kon’s attention. He stares at his best friend wondering if he heard right. “What?”

The sigh Tim lets out sounds almost resigned. “Why would I be bothered by it? You’re my best friend Kon, of course I don’t mind being soulmates with you. I know we’ve had one heck of a bumpy road in the past but we’re here now aren’t we.”

Kon grins, unable to deny what Tim had just said. He looks back up, taking in how Tim’s eyes are focused on him, how they seem to shine when the light hits them, he takes in Tim’s relaxed posture and how at ease he appears to be.

A sudden urge washes over Kon and all he wants to do is crush Tim in a hug and kiss him. He has no idea when he started thinking about Tim in that way but he finds that he doesn’t actually mind. It’s just the case of whether Tim returns them or not.

Kon stands up and steps towards Tim, standing so close to him that he could feel the others heat. “So how do you want to go forward with this? When Clark told me about soulmates, he said there are platonic, romantic and hating bonds. Is there a certain type you want to be?”

Kon wants to smack himself in the face for how bad that sounds. What the fuck is he on about. Thankfully Tim seems more amused than anything else. A glance to the side shows both minis exaggerating an eye roll each, Kon opts to ignore them.

Tim steps closer, finally pushing their chests together, he has to tilt his head up while Kon looks down to make eye contact with one another. “I don’t know… I mean to be honest if I had to say one surely it would be the hatred bond? I can’t stand you, you know? You get on my nerves too much.”

Kon snorts and shakes his head. “Maybe once upon a time. Anyway you’re just as bad, you and that neurotic brain of yours.”

They both grin at that, shaking their heads at the ridiculous turn in the conversation. Opposite him Tim opens his mouth again but this time Kon decides to cut to the chase. He ducks his head and presses his lips against Tim’s. There’s a pause on Tim’s side but after a second he’s responding to Kon and pushing back against his lips.

Some sort of spark passes between them and suddenly it’s like something inside of him has clicked into place and now he feels complete.

He presses against Tim even more and wraps his arms around him, keeping them pressed closely together. Tim goes with the movement, reaching up to wrap his arms around Kon’s neck and even buries a hand in his hair.

When they part the two of them are sharing wide smiles. Kon huffs out a laugh and rests his forehead against Tim’s.

The only thing that pulls Kon away from Tim is a light slapping against his neck. He pulls back and looks to the side to find Mini-Tim now standing on his shoulder trying to get his attention. Opposite him, Mini-Kon is floating next to Tim’s cheek also getting his attention.

Tim and Kon take a step away from each other to look at their minis. Mini-Tim is grinning wildly and Kon could just feel the excitement and warmth radiating off from him. Kon smiles back softly and reaches up to stroke a finger along Mini-Tim’s cheek, even poking his stomach for fun. It’s a pleasant contrast compared to what he was like a little while ago.

Kon turns back to Tim. “So, um, now that a few things are out the way, can I ask you out on a date? Lets give this a try?”

Tim gently nudges Mini-Kon away to stop him from prodding his cheek, he looks at Kon and nods. “Just text me the time and place and we’ll be there.”

It takes a moment but Kon quickly catches on that he means him and Mini-Kon. Of course, duh, if they’re going to be dating then by extension so are the mini versions of themselves. It probably should be weird but Kon finds that he doesn’t mind, in fact its cute and the fact that Tim doesn’t seem to mind either makes it better. He’s looking forward to the near future and what it could bring for him and Tim and their mini-soulmates.

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #clark kent #soulmates au #mini soulmates #humour #that oh moment #realisation of feelings #getting together #canon divergence #fluff #idea originally from shadowhunters fandom #i think #i absolutely love this soulmates au concept #fanfiction #the minis are adorable

[song-of-asystole]

Crime and Punishment - Soukoku oneshot

Summary:

A demon once whispered to him of crime and punishment. He hadn’t paid it much mind – how trusted can a demon be?

His crime, among others, was betrayal.

The only aspect of the crime he left overlooked turned out to be the most crucial one – the punishment.

And the demon stays amused by the most pathetic Raskolnikov in existence – Dazai Osamu.

or

The author being an absolute nerd for Dostoyevsky and overanalyzing Soukoku’s relationship. Enjoy Dazai’s late-night thoughts!

TW: death, implied suicide

Author’s note:

I’m taking a break from my usual writing (which I’m super insecure about), so I’m writing this little fic because I hope you will be kind to me. Also, I just needed some comfort and BSD is my go-to place for that.

There’s a couple of references scattered across the fic: the obvious one about Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, as well as The Brother Karamazov and The House of the Dead. Yes, I’m aware I’m a huge nerd.

I actually got really carried away and I wrote 2 more chapters which I’ll post on AO3. Of course, this chapter will be up there too, I’ll put a link down below, so please give feedback. :D

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30342828

Enjoy!!

A demon once whispered to him of crime and punishment. He hadn’t paid it much mind – how trusted can a demon be?

Dazai Osamu’s crime, among others, was betrayal. He betrayed the miserable life he had led in Port Mafia, the life that had devastated him on the days he remembered he had heart under that cold, colorless ribcage of his. This life, if one may even call it that, deprived Dazai of a childhood, of innocence, of cleanliness: his hands stained crimson red and his thoughts painted pitch black. Would letting go wash away those dark colors, reveal the truth underneath, which was unknown to him? He did not know, but something had to change.

And so he escaped, with the night cradling him and the smoke of a burning car covering his treacherous silhouette. He had fled the winter of his life, days of bloodshed and sin out of sight and out of mind, looking forward to a promisingly bright spring. Betrayal is an ugly thing, but he had never cared much for looks.

The only aspect of his crime he left overlooked turned out to be the most crucial one – the punishment. Never had he dreamed he would feel guilty.

What am I really even guilty of? Wanting to see the light? Wanting to do good for once in this wretched life I lead? The days I spent swimming in the dark waters of despair deserved to see the end. Am I a monster for wanting happiness?

Hard as he tried to reason with his guilty consciousness, it never left him. It just kept gnawing at his thoughts, making him remember what, nay, whom he tried to forget.

The red-haired calamity.

The manipulator of gravity.

To Dazai, the giver of life.

Nakahara Chuuya.

At the time, Dazai could’ve never fathomed the concept of missing the redhead. Sure, Chuuya was important to him – as much as a person who knew everything about you could be. The two knew each other from the tip of the head to the end of the toes.

He could never not be important. Such noise is rarely ignored, Dazai mused jokingly.

Chuuya was what brought him life. The constant cheating, stealing and killing tramples the soul until you cannot make anything of what’s left. It’s what makes Dazai long for death – he’s seen the depths of this cursed city that squeezed his heart to the point he wanted to throw it away. However, Chuuya – just saying his name made Dazai feel warm – he saw it too. He felt it the same way Dazai did. He might act harsh with all his stomping, yelling, and destroying, but underneath all that is a gentle, nurturing nature that he hides. It’s a detriment in his line of work. Having someone understand meant a lot to Dazai. Maybe their partnership was even built on this silent understanding, among other things.

However, Chuuya was not nice. Don’t ever mistake Chuuya’s sensitivity with kindness. Sugar and spice was not to be in the same sentence as his name. He has always been… rough. Sometimes it served as a wake-up call to Dazai. It helped put things into perspective, but it also helped put things into bad perspective. Not a single morning did these two share without a fight – verbal or physical. Dazai didn’t mind it much at first. After all, teasing Chuuya did work like a drug for him. With time, however, the blade of their words never became dull. It only sharpened. Words like poison flung around the apartment, sentences like spider-webs sitting in hidden corners of the bedroom. Love – they never dared call it that, but, oh, what a burning love it was – love, the most sacred of all emotions, was a chore until it became a war. Eventually, Dazai couldn’t find his peace even in the arms of a lover.

So, his craftiness started turning wheels again and – he escaped. Not a word in the evening, not a trace in the morning, only confusion and hurt spelled over Chuuya’s heart.

Dazai knew it was cruel. He never felt right about it. He loved Chuuya, after all, so the best thing to do, he concluded, was to forget.

The demon laughs. Punishment has been passed.

Presently, Dazai Osamu spends his night awake, staring at the dirty ceiling of his room, as the most pitiful of the world’s Raskolnikovs.

Why can’t he seem to forget a man he once loved, a man he soon grew to hate, a man he betrayed in order to find happiness? What twisted force of nature is dragging his thoughts back to the time he was at his lowest? Why is it that now, when all hope of reunion between the lovers is lost, he finds himself longing for the infamous Port Mafia executive Nakahara Chuuya? Why did the ashes find their way back into a flame after he committed the worst of all sins – betrayal of trust and love?

The demon chuckles once again and in a sing-songy voice he says, I told you, Dazai-kun. To love thy neighbor is impossible. The man himself is the ugliest of all God’s creations – how could anyone love such a creature up close? Even the Father won’t cast a glance at him. It takes distance, Dazai-kun, and you’re not exempt from this rule of human nature.

It is irksome, yes, how right the demon seems to be. It is certainly irksome, Dazai feels, as the demon’s words carve into the left chamber of his stone cold heart. What even was it that made Dazai hate Chuuya? Hate Chuuya… it used to seem so impossible and yet, along with Odasaku’s death, it drove him to plan and execute a high-scale betrayal of the entire Port Mafia.

It would take years before Dazai could understand the intricacies of his past with Chuuya at Port Mafia. What mattered now – truly, the only real thing in this world – was the fact that he actually loved Nakahara Chuuya.

Oh. There. He thought of it. For some reason, he didn’t want to think of anything else but that. It wasn’t scary, as he thought it’d be, all those years ago. He finally broke the lock in his lungs and there it was: all that air he never let himself breathe. What was it about that mere word that made two Port Mafia executives shy around it, avoid it like the authorities, dance around it as if it was bonfire in the festival night? Why had they never let the simple four-letter word into their little sanctuary when it so obviously belonged with them? The fear he once felt seemed foolish to him now.

I guess we do learn as long as we live, he whispers in the dark room to no one in particular.

He felt a rush trying to sweep him up, make him stand. However, where would he go? To Chuuya? As if. He hurt Chuuya in unspeakable ways even during the time they spent together. He has no right to show up at his doorstep or in his life. Ever again.

Even if he did, how would that end? They squeezed each other’s hearts dry and called it love. Every day felt like torture, but they swore it was sweet. Why, why, why did they cause so much pain? Was it truly the only method to make them feel alive in the house of the dead? Did the right answer slip between their fingers at some point?

The question Dazai had been stuck on was, Is there any way he could forgive me? If, once in the future, I looked him in the eye and told him the truth – would there be salvation pouring from his lips? Or would he rightfully convict me for my crime?

Thus, Dazai fell into slumber, like every other evening for the past four years. The bed will never feel comfortable to him because it always seems to be missing something, but Dazai will keep denying it. His little room doesn’t even look like a home, but Dazai will tell you that he just can’t be bothered to unpack and decorate. His heart, cold like a Russian blizzard, has not known warmth in a while, but he will tell you it’s incapable to do so.

Those are the only three lies Dazai Osamu tells people and himself – until the night comes again and unlocks a little door in his brain.

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #double black #twin dark #dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #dark era dazai #mafia dazai #nakahara #bsd chuuya #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #dazai x chuuya #port mafia #armed detective agency #anime #manga #bungou stray dogs beast #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky #crime and punishment #dazai osamu x nakahara chuuya

[queen18xo]

Promp “wait- why are you wearing my underwear?”

Propted by @twokinkybeans for their celebratory fic challenge. 

Tony awoke to the loud clanging of unknown metal objects, accompanied by the beat of some mind-numbing pop song, frantically searching the room to establish the point of origin for the grating noises. "What's the noise Friday?" he asks his voice rough from sleep, he sighs. Relived there are no threats in the immediate vicinity he relaxes the tense set of his shoulders.

"It's Mr Parker Sir" Friday states her voice would seem mocking, but Tony is sure he must be mishearing his AI's tone, until this moment he was confident he hadn't programmed her with emotions. Tony throws his head back into his expensive, duck feather pillows with a loud groan, resigning himself to the fact that he was going to have to check on the boy.

"Damnit Parker" he growls noticing the early hour flashing in red numbers on the face of the digital clock perched on his solid oak bedside table. His room was still hidden under the heavy cloak of early morning darkness. Running his sleep warmed, calloused palms over his weary face he clothes himself in light grey jogging bottoms and a loose threadbare white cotton t-shirt before making his way to the lab.

Standing in the doorway of the lab, Tony attempts to draw Peters attention away from his work. "Kid!" Tony shouts his vocal cords straining painfully as he tries to yell over the unceasing beat of the music blaring from the speakers. Huffing angrily Tony walks over to the speakers turning them off manually sighing in relief as silence envelops the large room.

Peter twirls to face Tony quickly, losing his balance in his startled state. Tony catches the younger man effortlessly his muscular arms encircling the dainty boy's waist to prevent him from descending further.

"Oh... Mr Stark, hi" Peter greets awkwardly his words muffled as his face is partially buried in the older man's shoulder. Tony grunts abrasively in response his annoyance over being woken up so early not yet dissipating. Peter stiltedly begins to pull away from the man "did I wake you?" Peter asks nervously; he looks up at Tony his baby blue eyes shining up through long dark lashes.

Tony sighs the anger bubbling viciously in his veins ceasing as he is faced with the precious boy before him. "Yeah kid, you kinda did" Tony states in exasperation. He sinks into the lab sofa arms crossing over his chest as he motions for Peter to continue his work.

"Are you sure, Mr Stark?" Peter asks, nervously pulling his plump, pink bottom lip between his teeth, worrying the delicate skin there. This was a nervous habit Stark had seen the kid display on numerous occasions. The action making Tony crave to close the distance separating them and soothe the boys no doubt sore bottom lip with his tongue. Tony clears his throat as he sits flustered, nodding to the boy to assure him he could carry on working. Peter smiles down at the older man warmly before turning back to his work station. Tony put the music back on lowering the volume, so the song is merely a gentle hum in the background.

Tony watches the gentle unthinking sway of Peter's feminine hips as he moves to the music, the sight forcing Tony to bite back the desperate urge to slide up behind the boy and allow their bodies to grind together as the moved to the beat. The slow sensual movements captivating, Tony sat mesmerised by the sinful way the boys unusually exposed body moved to the beat.

Tony's breath hitched, and his cock twitched in the confines of his jogging bottoms. He had seen Peter in his skin-tight Spider-Man suit, but he had never seen such a large amount of the boys supple milking flesh exposed before. Tony desperately tried to remind himself that the only reason the kid was wearing so little was because of the early hour. The boy's hair still mussed from sleep, leading Tony to believe this is what the boy had worn to bed. Tony berated his depraved mind as he fought to control himself around the underclothed young man.

"Could you help me with this formula please Mr Stark?" Peter asked timidly, cutting off Tonys lustful and self-deprecating thoughts. He moves to stand next to Peter, the natural musk of the boy washing over Tony, causing a wave of comfort to settle deep in his gut due to their proximity.

"Kid... Is that my shirt?" Tony asked, confused as he entirely takes in the oversized black t-shirt 'MIT' emblazoned on the front in striking white lettering. The shirt itself was well worn, multiple holes adorning it from endless days spent working in the lab.

A delectable flush rose high on Peter's cheeks as he realised he had been caught wearing his mentor's shirt. "Oh, god. Mr Stark, I am so sorry" the began stumbling over his words in his blind panic, his breathing becoming laboured as he fights to explain the situation. Tony grips Peters shoulder firmly in an attempt to ground the boy. "Hey kid it's okay" he whispers calmly in the air between them. The calm he is exuding contradicting with the way his heart hammered in his chest and his breath caught in his throat. Before he can think better of it, he raises a large hand to cup Peters flushed cheek, the skin soft and warm beneath his rough palm. "It looks better on you kid" the words spill from Tony's mouth without thought, leaving the man desperately wishing he could take them back.

Peter looks up at his mento the shadows cast by his eyelashes fanning over his cheeks in the dim light of the lab. "Do you want to kiss me, Mr Stakr?" the boy questions cheekily causing Tony's jaw to drop in shock.

The man spluttered, uselessly trying to decide on a response. He could lie to Peter and say no, that way, he wouldn't wreck their relationship, or he could be honest and give in to the desire burning within him. Tony wasn't exactly known for his stellar restraint.

He locks eyes with Peter slowly closing the distance between them, allowing the boy time to change his mind. "Please Tony," the boy pleads voice no more than a whisper.

Their lips connect in a hungry biting kiss, Tony's tongue exploring the et heat of Peter's inexperienced mouth. The younger man out brokenly, throwing his arms around Tony's neck. Tony grips the boy by his plump ass pulling him up until his legs are wrapped tightly around Tony's waist.

Sitting the boy atop the lab table, Tony steps back, taking in the sight of Peter flushed and panting, pupils blown wide with lust and lips a juicy red. Trailing his eyes hungrily over the boy's lithe body he becomes entranced by the way Peters tight black boxers stretch obscenely over his substantial length.

Tony begins pushing the oversized shirt up over Peters toned waist. Stopping abruptly as he notices the familiar design on the waistband on Peter's boxers. "wait- kid, why are you wearing my underwear?" Tony ask curiously.

Peter giggles "because I'm yours Mr Stark" Peter states unashamedly. Tonys cock hardens instantly, the sight of Peter in his clothes breaking the tenuous restraint he once had.

"Fuck, I love you kid" Tony confesses pulling Peter in for a passionate kiss.

"I love you too, Tony," Peter says, welcoming Tony's mouth. "Bedroom, please... Mr Stark" Peter whispers with a bitten-off moan. Tony happily complies carrying the smaller man to his room, peppering him with sweet, loving kisses as they went.

#starker #starker fanfiction #tony stark x peter parker #idiots in love #first kiss

[xiu21chen99]

“Say No to This” (hisoillu headcanon/imagine)

day 2: disguises for #hisoilluweek by @illumizoldycks​

(hc, the first time illu gets jealous)

where Illumi comes home in a pin-morphed disguise to see how Hisoka would react to someone else coming home to him.

Illumi was on his way back to his and Hisoka’s shared apartment in Yorkshin when the idea dawned on him

It was a random thought, one that made his stomach feel queasy for unknown reasons- how would his supposed fiance react if someone else came home?

He knew this silly prenup situation was an act of business and not love, but still, he was curious to see how loyal Hisoka could be. After all, he hasn’t brought anyone into their apartment ever since he gave Illumi his engagement ring.

But to what extent will the magician be able to hold out to?

Illumi stopped at the border of Yorkshin, grabbing a few pins from his coat pocket.

Who should he turn into? It should definitely be someone who’s had experience with Hisoka, someone who’s ravished his fiance in ways he has yet to do.

And someone who wished to kill him, of course, because Hisoka would never settle for anyone less.

He thought back to the Ryodan- Lucilfer, maybe? But Hisoka’s lost all fondness for him when he killed him.That only left...

Illumi sighed and punctured his back and chest, losing a few inches of height and gaining, well, womanly features on his front. He pressed a few into his scalp, willing his dark straight locks into spiky pink.

He bought an outfit from the first shop he saw, and walked back to his destination.

It was quite chilly tonight, and these shorts did little to help. 

He skipped reception and went straight to the elevator, to the top floor where their suite awaited. Hisoka would be asleep, he always slept early to “avoid eyebags” as if he couldn’t cover it up with Texture Surprise.

Illumi procured one of his needles and a string of thread which he also bought from that boutique, and infused some nen into both of them to imitate his disguise’s power.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out into the long hallway where only one door stood at the end of it. The whole floor was theirs.

He unlocked their apartment door and closed it silently. With careful steps, he tiptoed into their shared bedroom, where Hisoka lied face down, shirtless in the sheets, fast asleep.

Illumi walked closer, and when he reached the foot of the bed he jumped at his fiance’s back, making his nen-infused thread glow as he pressed it against Hisoka’s neck.

“What the-” Hisoka started, but only coughed when Illumi pressed the thread closer.

Illumi showed the side of his face, lit by the moonlight bleeding from their balcony, and smirked lightly for effect.

“Machi? What the hell-”

“This is for my friends, you stupid fucking clown,” Illumi said in his morphed voice, wrapping the thin thread  tighter around the man’s neck, and for a moment he thought Hisoka wouldn’t fight him, wouldn’t fight Machi.

And that brought a bitter taste in Illumi’s tongue, knowing his fiance will succumb to the spider he portrayed.

But then a card flew in, one that boomerang’d in the air and snapped Illumi’s thread.

He fell back, momentarily losing his balance but that was enough for Hisoka to flip over and take him pin him to the bed by the hands. “Where the fuck did you even get that card?!” Illumi asked, mimicking Machi’s tone and speech near perfectly.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Hisoka winked, and Illumi felt the familiar stickiness of Bungee Gum wrap around his arms. No Machi would certainly not back down just yet.

Illumi pulled his legs back and thrashed them around, trying to land a kick somewhere but Hisoka pillowed them between his thighs, then in Bungee Gum. He groaned in that distinctly annoyed way Machi always did.

“Let me go you asshole-”

“Hush now, Machi. We don’t want security to check in on us like this, do we?” Hisoka squeezed his waist, his now thinned down waist.

“So,” the clown started, “how’d you find me?”

“You’re stupid if you think I’m going to answer that.”

“Feisty Machi, gosh how I missed you,” Hisoka sighed, plopping down next to him, “everything’s been so boring, y’know? I’ve never pegged myself as the domestic type, but moving to an apartment in a busy city, having a fiance who works non-stop. Can you blame a guy for being restless?”

Ouch.

“I don’t care about your marriage problems, just get this sticky thing off of me!”

Hisoka craned his neck to look at him- no, at Machi- with something akin to fondness, “I really did miss your fire.”

“Hisoka, I swear I will rip your head off if you don’t get this shit off of me-”

Then Hisoka was kissing him. No, kissing Machi.

They’ve only kissed twice before, once years before when they were still young. The other, a formality when Hisoka gave him the ring. Neither of those felt like this, felt like Hisoka wanted to breathe in all of the oxygen out of his lungs.

Before Illumi could lose his logical thinking, he bit him, bit the tongue that prodded his lips to open. Because that’s what Machi would do, she would never indulge Hisoka, right?

The clown had the audacity to moan as he pulled back, straddling (his) Machi’s narrow hips, “does this remind you of anything, dear?”

Hisoka patted his hair, Machi’s hair, as if in thought. Illumi snapped his neck to the side, away from the gentle hand- he’s never that gentle with him, either

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answered, fake-gagging at the kiss. Illumi would pat himself on the back for doing such a convincing act.

“Come on, Mach, two years ago? At Heaven’s Arena? You’re seriously going to make me spell it out?” Hisoka’s boxers rid up as he pressed his weight on his hips, Machi’s hips.

“Shut up!” Illumi turned to the side, gazed out the window where the city slept. Something rearranged his insides, pooled deep in his stomach and pulled lightly at his heartstrings. Two years ago? That was some time after they took the Hunter’s Exams.

He felt Hisoka snuggle into his neck, Machi’s neck, felt wet kisses and sharp canines bite into his skin. “Come on, I pressed you against the window.”

Hisoka’s hands slid up his newly bought shirt, then under to the bralette he was made to buy as well. Illumi struggled in his hands, because Machi would have refused this, right?

Right?

“Played with your hair,” Hisoka whispered into his ear, then bit the lobe of it. Illumi yelped, surprised. Then squealed, disgusted. He could only hope his act was still convincing. 

He got a card, from somewhere, and used it to rip Illumi’s shirt in half. Hisoka hummed, pleased to see his exposed chest- well, Machi’s

“Held you by the waist like this,” Hisoka continued, fingers caressing his skin in gentle strokes that Illumi felt himself shudder, his fingers settled on his- Machi’s- bare waist.

“Then I asked you if you wanted to spend the night with me.”

Illumi felt sick now but he refused to meet Hisoka’s searching eyes.

Hisoka moved his hands to his back, towards the slightly sunken spine Illumi guessed Machi would have. 

He felt one hand leave his torso, and then fingers trapped his chin and made him turn to the despicable man on top of him. Hisoka was smirking, he looked so smug Illumi wanted to punch him.

Hisoka dived in to kiss him, full lips and tongue and moans and- fuck, Illumi let himself kiss back.

“Then you said,” Hisoka sighed as they separated, breathless. A hand was in his hair now, playing with his scalp while the other traced slow circles at the base of his spine.

Illumi bit back the sighs at both the slow ministrations. If he was going to be trapped here under Hisoka while disguised as Machi then he should just make the most of it.

“Then you said no.” 

Huh?

Illumi blinked to hide the fact that his eyes were blown wide open. Well, that wasn’t what he expected.

“I said no then, I’m saying it again now. Get the fuck off of me!”

Hisoka’s hands stop, press into his skin slowly. Illumi struggled around the groping hands, feigning disgust when he knew deep down he just wanted to be held like this.

Then, Illumi felt it. And Hisoka did too.

Illumi froze, as Hisoka’s hands settle over the exposed pin heads on his skin.

Hisoka smiled, pearly canines shown and all as he looked down at him. 

Did he know?

Illumi tensed, feeling calloused fingers circle around his pins. There were three lined up on his back that gave him the illusion of breasts and subsequently lost him a few inches of height, while four settled on top of his head, that changed his hair and facial features and voice, hidden in the pink bush.

“Love, did you honestly think I wouldn’t have picked up what you were doing?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Illumi wriggled away, tried to anyways. Stupid Bungee Gum, stupid Hisoka.

In a flash, Hisoka pulled all seven pins out. Illumi grunted from the sudden pull, mentally unprepared for the physical changes his body went through.

“You should warn me next time,”

“Love, you attacked me. Now let’s hear the reason,” Hisoka threw the pins to the side, some splintering his wooden bedside table and others scratching their tiled floor,

“Release me, first?”

“Hmm, no.”

Illumi sighed, avoiding his fiance’s gaze, “I was curious how you’d react...”

“React to what?” Hisoka encouraged. Illumi glanced over, just a quick snap of his neck before going back to the balcony. 

“To having someone else come home to you.”

Hisoka chuckled over him, “oh darling.” He felt Bungee Gum evaporate from his wrists. With his hands free, Illumi covered his face with them, feeling the burn of embarrassment hit his cheeks. He felt his bone structure morph back to normal.

“I’m set to marry you because you’re the only one I want to even share a home with,” Hisoka reached over, pulling his hands away. Illumi didn’t fight, too tired to do so. “You don’t need the guise of someone else, I’ll only await for your return, only enjoy your presence in our home,”

Illumi leaned up, finally able to kiss Hisoka with his own lips, savoring the taste of his fiance.

The Bungee Gum on his leg faded too, then Hisoka was pulling him over and down, settling Illumi over him.

Hisoka still kissed him like he wanted to ravish him, like he wanted to drain all the oxygen out of Illumi’s lungs so he was the only thing Illumi could breathe in, still held him gently, as if he weren’t a cold blooded assassin, as if he were someone precious enough to be held with care.

They part, breathless. Illumi leaned, his forehead pressed tenderly against Hisoka’s as they try to catch their breath.

“Was all of that, true?” Illumi asked, still panting.

“Of course, love, I’m marrying you, aren’t I?” Hisoka chuckled between breaths.

“No, I meant about Machi, did you-”

“Well, it was half true.”

Illumi frowned, but Hisoka gave the space between his scrunched eyebrows a peck, and he didn’t feel all too... jealous? anymore.

“I didn’t touch her, she’d have punched me and left me with a severed arm if I did. I only asked her to dinner, and that was before the incident in this very city we’re living in,” Hisoka explained, brushing away the fallen strands of his hair away, black hair not pink. His hair, not Machi’s.

“Would you rather I-”

“I’d rather you stay like this, my lovely Illumi Zoldyck.”

Illumi snorted but he felt his skin tingle at his fiance’s words.

They meet again, lips on lips, hungry for more.

Later, that night under the sheets, the naked pair embraced each other, lazily spent. Hisoka had his arm around Illumi’s shoulders while Illumi hugged his fiance by the waist, fingers fiddling with the terrain of scarred skin.

“You know,” Illumi broke the peaceful silence, “I can’t comprehend Machi’s choice, on how she said no to this- no to you.”

“But...?”

“But I’m glad,” he sighed, tilting his head up from its place on Hisoka’s chest, receiving Hisoka’s eyes that stared at him lovingly, “I’m glad she refused, because you’re mine.”

“I am, love, as you are mine.”

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter headcanon #hunter x hunter imagine #headcanon #imagine #hxh hc #hisoillu #hisoilluweek #hisoka #illumi #hisoka morow #illumi zoldyck #writing #fan fic submission #writing sub #machi #genei ryodan #phantom troupe #canon compliant #fluff #jealousy #day 2 #disguises! #nen #use of body morphing pins #soft #hisoka loves his fiance #illumi loves his fiance #married couple

[drunk-onsunlight]

Day #7 of  Promptmas

Chapter 7:  Listen to the fireplace roar

Summary:

Peter is sh00k but Peter and MJ need to be the greatest actor in the planet and prove everyone that their relationship is as real as the snow on a Christmas day.

Read on Ao3

Notes: Trigger Warning: anxiety thougth

Concept: Meeting the family & fake dating at a family holiday party

Dialogue: “What’s Christmas really about” “VENGEANCE!”

December 23rd

MJ was shock, yes, but certainly not as much as Peter. They landed on their building rooftop and MJ felt Peter’s eyes all the time on her, and that’s saying a lot because he was wearing his mask again. She decided to go down the wall to get to their apartment window and soon Peter was doing the same. She noticed that she needed her claws to do it while Peter touched smoothly the walls with his hands. She was definitely asking Peter about his powers later.

“You need to stop looking at me like that. I’m surprised too but we need to go to the Stark’s house in a few minutes” MJ moved to her bedroom, but this time she let her door opened, there was no need to hide anymore

She took some cozy clothes and decided to take a quick shower before changing. Once she was done she packed the cookies and the frosting she made to decorate them with Morgan, on her rush to pack she noticed that Peter was sitting on the couch looking at the wall

“Peter, what are you doing? Why do you still have your suit on? … Peter?” He was in his own little world, she knew it happened when he was stressed or worried about something. "Peter, you ok?” She spoke softly to him

“Mmmm” She took that as a no “Too much”

“Too much of what, exactly?” She decided to sit next to him, maybe just for moral support

“We need to go, set a believable story for everyone. Ned asked me about it and I didn’t know what to answer. He had a bag, right? You mentioned it. He did buy it. You stole money and today you were helping the people not to get hurt. Who’s the Prowler, by the way?”

“Peter I know you have lots of question but we need to go. We can talk about this later. I promise I will give you an explanation. It’s not a bad thing. You need to remember what I told you at the park the other night” MJ knew how it looked for him. She stole money, lots of money, he didn’t know the reason. He saw her twice with Rhino and the Prowler, talking and even he saw them “exchanging” money for some favor maybe. And they have been friends forever, lived together for so long, he said it. For him, she was one of the bad guys.

“What’s our cover story then, for the Starks?” It was the first time he looked at her eyes since they arrived home

“Go get change and we can talk about that on our way there” She didn’t have a plan either. She thought Peter was going to freak out and back out but he didn’t. She wasn’t even sure why she did it. The family story was true but she never cared about their comments enough to have a fake boyfriend

Ten minutes later they were on a taxi to go to the Stark house. She could see Peter checking his phone. Apparently May was trying to contact him after Tony Stark called her to invite her and Happy to the family reunion and told her about their “relationship” and then another round of calls and texts after the fight with Rhino

“May is going to kill me! I have 50 calls and another 40 messages”

“Just tell her that you are good and that we are going to see her soon” MJ was also checking her phone. She wrote her little friend about the new information she had on Doctor Octopus and his friends

“Well, some of her messages are about us. Which reminds me of, what are we gonna do? Mostly about Morgan, she knows we are not together”

“Yes but she kind of confirmed her parents we were in a relationship of some sort so she on the same boat with us. If she helps then we good, but if she doesn’t we will need to tell them the truth”

“Ok. So, how this happened and when? Ned mentioned something about the movie night that he noticed but didn’t wanted to talk about there or something like that”

“What about the movie night?”

“I don’t know! He was rambling and said that but never explained what he meant”

“Well, what if we say we have been dating for a month? Is not that long for everyone to believe it’s fake but long enough to start telling everyone?”

“Sounds good. Are we going to tell them you know who I am?” He looked at the taxi driver to see if he was paying attention to their conversation “You know what I mean”

“Yeah, I get it”

“Wait! We have a problem there. Almost everybody in this reunion knows I am… amm... you know. Except for Betty and you”

“Why just us?” she felt a little bit offended. Weren’t they best friends that trusted each other? Ok, not like she told him her secret but she had been doing this for a few months, not years like Peter have

“It’s not the first time Ned has been caught in a fight and Pepper had some bad experiences too with Tony. We wanted to keep you both save. Happy knows because he works really close to the Starks and May found me wearing the suit in high school. After Washington, remember that?”

“Of course I do. How I never found out?” She took proud of herself for being so observant and she had observed Peter for too long not to noticed anything

“That’s a very good question actually. I was always afraid of you finding out or getting in danger or maybe just observing enough and discovering me”

“I had my suspicions but I guess I had other things in mind” Like her forever stupid crush on him, the decathlon team, her family, finding a good college and a job and now Black Cat. Normal people stuff.

“After Ned and May found out I tried to be more careful around people too”

Peter decided to tell MJ the story of how Ned found him crawling on his ceiling one night, the real reason why he left at homecoming and how he felt guilty for Liz and her family. The he talked about May, how she found out. Her relationship with Happy and the many times Ned helped him during different fights. He was talking about Karen, his AI when they arrived to a huge facility. She knew where they were, the Avenger’s facilities

“Weren’t we having this family reunion at their house? What are we doing here?” Before he answered, he paid for the taxi drive and promised MJ she could pay the drive back home

“This is like home to the Avengers, but the reunion is not exactly here. It’s on a cabin on Tony’s Club, the Coveleigh Club.”

“Show off”

“It’s Tony Stark, he likes to show off a little but he actually does it for safety. What if one of the bad guys finds out the real identities of some avengers are and use that to hurt people? He always thinks of everything. But first, I want to show you something”

“Inside the facilities?”

“Yeap. That’s were my lab is”

“You have a lab? Wait, of course you have a lab, nerd” He was walking through the buildings like he owned the place. His confidence was higher as a superhero and right now he was Peter Parker on a Spider-Man mission, not just Peter. When they arrived to a white, small building he approached a high tech board and talked to it.

“Hi, Karen! I need to go in. Can you open the door for me?” He spoke to the board like it was a person and not some kind of program

“Hi Peter. Can you confirm your password?” the machine answered with a very real voice, not those fake computer generated voices she used to know

“Peter Parker. Favorite young adult” She could see how proud he was on his password, what a nerd.

“Welcome Peter. Have fun in the lab” The glass door opened and he moved to a side and made a move with his hand to let MJ go in first

“Ok. What are we doing here?”

“Don’t you think it’s amazing? I love this place. It’s were I create new formulas for my webs, design new suits, fix my webshooters. Wanted to show you my second home” He was looking at a white board with some formulas on it. The tittle on it was “venom webs?”

“It’s actually really cool. Does Stark help you with these things? The formulas, the suits?”

“Not anymore. He did but now he comes here to mess with me, talk and check how everything is going. He has his own lab, that’s where Morgan goes when she is bored”

“He still designs things for Stark Industries?”

“Yes and no. He is mostly working with Shuri, she is Queen in Wakanda. Together they have health projects to help people with disabilities. A few of the Avengers were the first ones to be part of the project” MJ was shock, she knew about Wakanda and how they helped develop new technologies but never thought the Avengers could have been part of those kind of projects. And not as a nice face to show the project but as patients. Maybe she judged them too hard at a certain point

“That’s really cool”

“Yeah. I help when I can but I’m not that good at medicine” She was looking at the different shelves Peter had. She could see many artifacts that were probably part of his suits. He had a table with something that looked like a glass board in the center of the lab

“You are a genius Peter, you could learn the basics and then probably came up with the cure for a disease that doesn’t exist yet” She placed her hand on the glass and she felt it vibrate under her touch

“Confirmation denied”

“Oh, sorry” She was speaking to Peter but the table spoke again

“Don’t worry. Maybe try again” The AIs weren’t unknown to her but that was actually weird

“Who’s that?” She spoke softly to Peter just in case the AI decided to answer her instead of Peter

“Oh. She is Karen. Tony designed it for my first suit but I moved it to the lab and I report things to her and then she helps me design or adjust fight patterns. Like with Rhino, we record every fight then analyze it and I’m more ready for the next time. Karen, show me the damage I manage to make today on Rhino’s suit, include the modifications on the armor that you detected”

“Ok, Peter. Anything else?” Some lights on the table were blinking and different codes were running through the screen

“Nope, just want to show MJ what you can do”

“Oh. So, Michelle is here? Congrats Peter. Should I record her fingerprints for later?”

“Congratulations?” MJ was very curious about what Karen had recorded to answer like that

“Yes. Tony told me he was going to be deadly old when Peter finally did a move…” Peter pressed a button on the screen and Karen stopped talking

“Did you mute her?”

“Nope. Karen, the graphics. Thanks” The screen started to form a 3D shape of Rhino, after a few seconds it began to divide into parts. The arms, the legs, she could see every little detail on Rhino’s armor. Suddenly she had an idea

“Karen? Show me everything you have on Black Cat” Peter’s eyes got bigger when she finished the sentence but couldn’t do anything. Karen was already forming new elements in 3D.

The central image was her on the leather suit. She recognized the image from the park the other night. When she placed herself behind Peter, Karen was scanning her. Next to her image there were different descriptions, most of them with question marks. He was right, he didn’t know much about Black Cat.

“Retractile claws, mountaineering equipment, ice skate, not her real hair, not her real voice. Very observant, Peter. Yes, I have retractile claws. Yes, I use mountaineering equipment but is slightly modified for my purposes. Definitely not my real hair or voice. What do you mean with the ice skate thing?”

“Amm…” He was scratching his neck like he did every time he was nervous “The day we went ice skating you did a flip on the rink and then you did the same flip but on a building wall. When I saw Black Cat doing it I remembered you doing it on the ice rink, so I told Karen to search for the flip you did and collate the data with Black Cat’s flip. But guess what Karen, we found our Black Cat and no need for those things”

“Do you want me to delete the Black Cat file, Peter?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to delete it, Em?” Peter was looking directly at her eyes and she actually considered what it could mean for her to be part of his official records or the Avengers records. Maybe she didn’t like the idea of being on the radar but maybe her little friend wasn’t wrong either, she needed help every once in a while

“Karen?” She made a decision while looking at Peter’s brown eyes

“Yes, Michelle?”

“Can you add to Black Cat that her real identity is Michelle Jones?”

“Will do” She turned to the graphics again and saw the ‘Real Identity’ item that had a question mark change to her name

“Thanks, Karen. And you can keep my fingerprints for next time. I think we should go. They are waiting for us” She started moving to the door without looking at Peter when she felt his hand on hers. She stopped in her tracks and turned to see him looking at her

“Thanks. And you are more than welcome to my lab any time you need. You have pretty nice tech but I know it can improve. If you want, you can design more things here, or improve what you need” He was still holding her hand and began to massage her knuckles softly.

“I’ve never designed anything, actually. I have some help with that, thanks for the offer too. Maybe one day I will introduce you to the guy who helps me doing this” He released her hand and put it on the pocket of his jeans

“Oh. Yeah, that would be nice”

He walked past her and opened the door for them to go out. After he locked the glass door, they walked in silence through the facilities until they arrived to an open area. She didn’t see any cars or vans that could take them to the Club Peter mentioned before

“Am I missing something? Where’s the car?”

“Let me send a quick message” after a few minutes she heard it

“Are you kidding me?”

“What do you mean?”

“A helicopter?” The sound was louder by the second

“It’s a long way on a car. On the helicopter we will be there in a few minutes” His soft smile made her stomach turn a few times. How he managed to do that? She wasn’t sure

Peter was right, the helicopter flight lasted a few minutes from the facilities to a huge club with a central building, an Olympic pool, a beach and a golf course. The cabins were close to the club but not enough so the people weren’t going to bother the ones on the cabins. And they weren’t “normal cabins” they were luxury cabins. They stopped at a huge cabin, with three floors and wood walls. On the door a “Merry Christmas” sign to welcome them. She felt more and more nervous every second they had to wait for someone to open the door. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this, maybe it wasn’t worth it and she should apologize and go home and then spend the rest of the winter break with her family, yeah that would be good. While she was planning to run away, the door opened in front of them to a very smiley May.

“Peter! You’re alive!” she pulled him so hard for a hug that they almost fell down

“May, I’m fine. Sorry for not calling, I was a little busy” May let Peter go and turned to look at her

“Yeah. Busy with your girlfriend. I’m still mad you didn’t tell me, you know how much I love MJ, Peter” Ok, time to act, she was stocked now with everyone in this huge cabin for Christmas. She could totally do this, well, she hoped so

“Yeah. Ammm, we were fixing some things back home” Peter was scratching his neck again and that was making her nervous

“The good thing is that your bags are here already. By the way, MJ your cookies are adorable! Morgan is really happy to see you both”

“Hi May” She knew May for a really long time but she couldn’t help but feel like she was meeting everyone for the first time again

“Come on in! We have hot chocolate if you want!” May hug her and took their hands in each of hers and guide them inside the cabin. A huge living room with a 8’2” Christmas tree welcomed them.

Sitting on the couch she saw some old faces and some new ones. Morgan was the first one to jump from her spot next to the tree and ran to them. May released Peter’s and MJ’s hands second before Morgan crashed against Peter.

“Hey, peanut!” Peter lifted Morgan from the ground and made them turn around a few times before placing her back on her feet. MJ realized Peter lifted Morgan like that every time they saw each other. How she never realized that this was not something ordinary someone could do? She doesn’t know. Now that she knew who Peter was, it all made sense

“Hi, big bro. What took you so long?”

“Ammm. I got caught up in something at the facilities” After he finished his explanations to Morgan, the girl turned to MJ and looked at her with a little bit of mischief in her eyes

“Should I call you big sis now?” Morgan said her welcomes loud enough to make everyone laugh while MJ was blushing

“Hi, Morgan” MJ closed the distance between the girl and her to mess with her hair a little to make Morgan ran away from them

“Well, MJ you already know Uncle Happy, May, Ned and Betty” Morgan took the place of hostess

“Hey, Happy. What’s up, Loser? Hi, Betty” Everyone greeted her really quickly from the couch

“But you don’t know my mom and dad!” Morgan took MJ’s hand and they walked through the cabin until she was standing in front of the Starks

“I’m really happy to finally meet you, Michelle. Peter and Morgan talk a lot about you. And you are right Morgan, she is beautiful” Pepper extended her hand to greet her. Her soft smile and warm eyes calmed MJ’s nerves. “I’m Virginia, but everyone calls me Pepper”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” MJ always heard Peter expressing his admiration and respect for Pepper but he could never quite said why. Now she got it, Pepper was the kind of woman to inspire others and not even noticed

“Finally!! I could have sworn you were in Ned’s and Pete’s imagination if I wasn’t seeing you in person now. You know who I am but no formalities. Call me Tony” Apparently MJ was speechless in front of Tony Stark, not that she was that impressed by him. She just knew how important he was for Peter, the man almost adopted him and saved the planet a few times or whatever. And her opinion on him had changed a little. Now she was literally speechless

“Nice to meet you, Tony” MJ managed to say a sentence after a few uncomfortable seconds after Tony spoke.

“I need the full story later, Pete” MJ was so nervous about meeting the Starks she didn’t notice that Peter was standing really close to her, so close his right hand was on her right shoulder.

“Hi, old man” Peter dropped his hand from her shoulder and moved forward to hug Tony. When they stopped hugging, Peter’s hand was back on her shoulder like it was something they did on a daily basis

“We need to talk about today too. There were a lot of new people, wasn’t it?” MJ knew what Tony was talking about. Today’s fight between Rhino and Spider-Man was in every possible channel and she bet he saw every bit of it

“Yeah. Some new, others surprisingly not so new” Peter looked at Ned and then back at Tony. MJ wondered if she needed to pretend here that she didn’t knew who Peter was because of Betty. She was the only one that didn’t know his superhero identity

“Well, maybe you should go talk to Tony while I say hi to Ned and Betty” MJ still needed to check if Ned was ok with her and the Rhino thing.

“What a wonderful idea Michelle. Let’s talk while your girlfriend checks on everyone else” Peter moved away from her but stopped after a few steps

“Come here for a moment, please?” Peter took MJ’s hand and dragged her close to the Christmas tree and then whispered to her ear

“Should I keep the information of Black Cat for myself? It’s totally up to you because I know he will ask me about me going with Cat after the fight” MJ already took her decision on Peter’s lab when he asked to delete or not her info.

“You can tell him. I need to check on Ned, he is more important right now. And I know he must know some things about me that are not to flattered but I will work on that later” She made sure to spoke softly back to him so no one could hear them

“Ok. See you in a few” They looked at each other’s eyes and MJ’s stomach did a flip from how close they were. It was annoying how often that was happening. Peter turned around and left after Tony

“Ow. You guys look so cute together!” MJ came out of her mind as soon as she heard Morgan’s words.

“Speaking of cute things. We need to talk about something, Morgan”

“I don’t know what’s that but we can talk about whatever you want, big sis” Morgan’s innocent face didn’t fool her

“Dork, can we talk for a moment?” Important business first. She needed to know Ned didn’t hate her

“Yes. Of course” MJ saw an entrance that could lead to another room so she headed there without actually knowing where they were going. Soon, she found out in was the kitchen. A huge kitchen. It was probably as big as Peter’s and hers apartment.

“So… why are we here, MJ?” Ned was curious as if he didn’t know what they needed to talk about

“You know why Ned” She was trying to act casual but it wasn’t working

“Ok yes. I know and I’m really excited! You guys dating plus Peter being Spider-Man and you!!! YOU ARE BLACK CAT!”

“Ned stop shouting!” How on earth he was able to keep Peter’s secret? She had no idea if he acted like this

“Wait… Peter said something about Black Cat stealing money and that he needed to pay more attention to here because of that” Ned started to pace on the kitchen while talking “Are you stealing money? Why? I know you are not rich but you work part time as an assistant on a firm, do you need money for something? We can help you”

“Ned!” He stopped talking and walking, then looked at her with a million questions on his eyes “I know you have lots of questions but this is not the right place to talk about this. Nobody knows, well, just three people know”

“Who else?” MJ wasn’t ready to tell everyone who helped her doing all of this. The real reason she was stealing money from some bastards, the reason she didn’t trust law or justice to take care of this

“Peter, Tony Stark and you. They are talking about that right now” It wasn’t entirely a lie but she knew it wasn’t the full information either

“Betty doesn’t know? I thought she knew about this. You both share everything”

“What? No. It’s not like I got home one day and called Betty “Hey mate. Guess what, now I have a black suit and some magic tricks to go out patrol in the middle of the night. How was your day?” That’s not how this works. You know that” She knew she was speaking to quickly but Ned made her a little anxious about the whole situation

“Yes, that’s true. Sorry”

“It’s ok Ned. What I was actually really concerned was about you. How are you? I saw your hands and knees bleeding after Rhino launched the car at the crowd” Ned’s face showed the panic he felt hours ago in the Rockefeller Center

“Yeah. My hands are good but one of my knees not so much. I had to tell Betty what happened, well… kind of, and she bandaged me. There was an embedded glass and she had to remove it with tweezers, she wasn’t having fun with that”

“I’m sorry, but you ok? It’s the gift ok, too?”

“Yeah. It’s a little painful but it’s fine. And the gift it’s perfect too. Mr. Stark helped me hide it in one of the rooms as soon as we arrived so, all good” The happiness shown in his face was like nothing she have ever seen in Ned. It was beautiful to watch

“MJ!” She heard Peter scream from one of the rooms, she didn’t know exactly where she was calling her or why. She managed to went back to the living room they were in first and found Peter with worried eyes

“You ok?” What if Tony hated her now for being Black Cat and told Peter to kick her out of the cabin? Not that she cared what he thought about her he didn’t knew why she was doing what she did and if he wanted to kick her out then she wasn’t going to justify herself to him. She knew she was helping people so fuck him

“Oh! There you are. Couldn’t find you and I thought you were gone” What? So no deal with Stark? Damn her anxiety! It always got the worst out of her when under too much pressure

“I was speaking with Ned, remember?” They walked towards each other and found themselves on the main couch.

“All good?” He was worried about Ned too, she knew him too well

“Yeah. What about you?”

“A little surprised but all good. We have the same questions but later” She knew she promised Peter answers and she needed courage to tell him everything. She had kept this for a long time to her and sharing it wasn’t going to be easy

“WE SHOULD DO A BONFIRE!!!” Morgan shouted for everyone to hear her idea. The good thing, everyone agreed with her.

Everyone left the cabin and settled on the sand next to the beach. May and Happy started to stack logs for the bonfire while Pepper and Morgan brought food from the cabin to the outside. MJ and Peter were carrying some tree trunks to serve as chairs for all of them and Ned and Betty brought blankets from the rooms to the beach.

When the bonfire was ready and everyone was comfortable with blankets, Morgan started to prepare some s’mores for everyone. The conversation was flowing around them when Tony interrupted everyone

“Hey Pete, MJ! You guys own us a story. Peter, how did you go from “Oh, MJ is so intelligent and beautiful” to “Michelle Jones is my girlfriend”? We all want to hear that!” They all turned to see them while agreeing with Tony. They wanted to hear a story that wasn’t there because they totally forgot about making something up. Time to improvise

“First of all, I don’t sound like that. Second, I never said any of those phrases” Peter tried to defend himself but no one was buying it

“Maybe the first one at some point during high school, even after that” Ned knew exactly how to fluster Peter and he was killing it. MJ couldn’t help but laugh a little

“I definitely heard it at some point during the last week” Morgan joined Ned’s comments and if MJ was correct, Peter wanted to hide his head on the sand and never go out again

“I’m pretty sure I heard that too”

“May! Can you not help them, thanks” Everyone was laughing and Peter was bright red

“Okey. Enough of bullying my nephew. We all want to hear how this happened and why nobody knew about it”

“Maybe MJ can tell the story” Oh no, he didn’t. Damn, she needed to think fast about some good plausible story

“You will totally regret this Peter” She whispered to Peter’s ear and then turned to look at the bonfire while she started her story, their story.

“Well it wasn’t that long ago, actually. And he didn’t make a move, it was me. He was too afraid and too astonished to ask me so I had to end all of that tension” Peter was blushing even more than before

“Of course it was you, MJ” Betty looked really proud of her

“Was that on the movie night you guys had at the start of winter break or before that?” Morgan provide her with a piece of story they never thought about

“Yes. There” MJ and Peter spoke at the same time

“We were watching the first Christmas movie of the season and you know, it was one of those romantic movies and that set the tone. I thought “why not? I’m not stupid, we like each other like more than friends so it’s now or never and let’s hope for the best” and that was it. We have been dating since that” What an awful story but she didn’t care. It was plausible enough and she read somewhere that when you gave lots of details on a story it was because it was false

“What a shitty story. I want full details of that! What actually was the move you did? Did you say something or kissed him? I need the juicy details, Em!” damn Betty and her journalist mind

“She kissed me. One second I was watching the movie and the next thing I knew was MJ was all over me. She couldn’t resist herself” Peter cut MJ’s answer and now it was her time to blush. Everyone was laughing and cheering at her

“Oh. Holidays bringing people together! It’s beautiful” May was looking fondly at them

“Yes! What’s Christmas really about?” It was the first time Happy made an intervention in the conversation

“VENGEANCE!” MJ’s answer came out with so much force that everyone stopped talking and looked at her. All their faces showed a different emotion between worry and fear “I’m joking!” As soon as she said that, everyone started laughing, except for Peter. He knew she was speaking her mind and that she was deadly serious about her answer

“MJ?” Peter whispered to her while everybody kept commenting on how cute they were together

“Yes?”

“We seriously need to talk about Prowler and Rhino. You can’t fight them on your own”

“We will see that” MJ said it in a soft tone but hard enough for him to know that she was deadly serious about it, she wanted revenge. They were hurting people she cared about and they had to pay for that.

#spideychelle #spideychelle twelve days of promptmas #peter parker mcu #michelle jones mcu #ned leeds #betty brant #may parker #happy hogan #tony stark #pepper pots #pepperony

[blissfulparker]

Ladybug and Butterfly—dad!Peter Parker

Parings→dad!peter x reader

Warnings→angst, death,

Summary→where peter is forced to leave behind the two things he loves the most, his daughter and his wife

A/n→when I said I was in the mood for heartbreak I meant it. Also sorry there is no read more link, I can’t find my computer charger and I dunno how to do it on mobile.

Spider-Man’s identity reveled last night after the hero tragically was found dead

Peter Parker, young man who was our beloved hero, Spider-Man, found dead

Our hearts break as our one—

The T.V. Went black. Every channel you changed to had something to say about peter, interviews with officers, fans of the hero, people who lived nearby. All stations talked about was Spider-Man, even the ones that weren’t News stations had something to say.

Your hands shook as you dropped He remote and couldn’t believe all the things you were hearing. Peter was gone, peter was dead, your husband Peter Parker was found dead.

After a distraught call in the middle of the night from an unknown number that had dilaled you three times, you picked up and heard the sound of an officer. The man called you and had informed you that peter had been found on the side of the street with multiple gunshot wounds and that you needed to come quickly.

Peter went though a lot of things but never died from them. Hell, the boy went to space even. You never though a little gunshot wound would be the last of your everlasting boy.

“Mama?” Your six year old, May Parker, sat down on the couch next to you. Seeing her mother in tears was never a good thing. Seeing her mother without her father in tears scared her more. “Where’s daddy?” She looked up with big eyes. Peter, she looked so much like peter. The moment she came out of you, you knew she was peters girl. She had his eyes, his smile, his smartness, his hair, she was all his. He always told you that she had your stubbornness though, put up a good fight for a good reason.

“Daddy,” how do you tell a child her father is gone? How do you tell her he’s not coming home? How do you tell her any of that? Her role model was gone. “Daddy, he’s hurt right now okay?” You sniffle and she nods as she pulls out a crumbled paper of a drawing.

“I made him this, can we give it to him when he comes home, please?” She asks with big doe like eyes. Tears fall and you can’t help them, they trickle down your face and the little girl furrows her brows softly.

“Bug,” you pull her into your lap and pet her hair. “I have to tell you something.” You sniffle and she looks up. “Daddy can’t come home.” You cry and she turns and looks at you.

“Why not?” She was so innocent, so innocent and it wasn’t fair peter was gone.

“Because daddy got really hurt, really hurt. And he can’t come home. He can’t come home at all but he loves you and he loves us so much and it wasn’t his fault.” You tell her and she looks down at her hand with the drawing in them.

“Daddy can’t come home?” She sniffled and you nodded wiping your tears.

“No, no bug he can’t but he wishes he could.” You tell her and she falls back into your chest.

“I want him home.” She mumbles and you kiss the top of her head.

“Me too, me too.” You stare off and finally look to see the picture. Her, Spider-Man, and you. In the back was New York City and peter was waving and the two of you had big smiles. It was pure, innocent, soft, everything that made you wish he could stay.

“Alright ladybug, what story for tonight?” He pulls the sheets up and she looks up pretending to think.

“Umm, the one with the metal arm!” She says in excitement. She talked about the one where peter fought Bucky, the winter soldier.

“Nah, I’ve told you that story a million times!” He tickles her and she giggles trying to push his hands off but secretly wanting them on. “Okay How about the spider monkey.” He smiles and she gives him a look.

“Who’s that?” She asks and peter grows the biggest lopsided grin.

“Oh I think you know,” He tickles her again when suddenly the sound of his suit beeping caused him the stop. His emotions dropped as this was the time in the night where he left.

“Can we do a sleepover?” She asks innocently and peter thinks about staying in. Thinks about how he should stay in more, he should be there for her more.

“I wish I could ladybug, but daddy has work.” He pouts and she does as well. He hates seeing his daughter sad, hates it more than anything in this world. So he thinks, he thinks hard of a way to make her happy. “I’ll tell you what, you go into bed and sleep with mom, and I’ll be right there when you both wake up. And then we can have pancakes before school.” He smiles and she grows the biggest smile and sits up.

“Really?” She smiles, two teeth missing and he nods.

“Pinky promise?” He holds out his crooked pinky and her small perfect one wraps around his.

“Kiss it!” She leans in and kisses his pinky.

“Goodnight ladybug.” He gets up and she does as well. You wait at the door for her to come on over and join you in bed.

“Goodnight Daddy!”

“You be careful out there,” you scold as peter shuts the little girls door to have a moment with you before she takes over. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I know what you’re about to scold me with. I’ll be okay, I promise! I come home every night do I not?” He says and your hand touches the small butterfly necklae.

“I know you do it’s just...it makes me nervous.” You take a deep breath. “Maybe You should stay in and—“ you start and his hand finds yours on the necklace.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I can’t! You know I can’t. I love you two to death, you know that.” He says and you take a deep breath.

“I know, I know, my mind has been a little all over to place with the new files at work and I—“ you start and he pulls you closer.

“Look, I can ask Carol to watch May this weekend and we can go out on a date, how does that sound?” He asks and you look up with a soft smile.

“Sounds perfect.” You let your head rest on his shoulder.

“See? Everything is fine. Spend the night with little May and I’ll see the both of you in the morning. Goodnight my butterfly.” He presses a kiss on your head.

The kiss you’d feel to this moment.

You two woke up. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there and he made her a pinky promise that he’d be in bed, they’d make pancakes, and she’d go to school. Although she didn’t go to school. She went to Auntie peppers house so you could figure everything out. She was confused, confused as to where he was and as to why she’d never see him again.

You held your girl, you and peters girl. She sniffled into your shirt as all she thought that peter was hurt, not dead. She wanted him home to tell him about the day she had with pepper, she wanted him home so they can play with his Webb’s, she wanted him home so that they can all make dinner and even bedtime was fun when peter was around.

“Did you know that daddy keeps all your pictures.” You reach down and grab the picture. She looks up with hope in her eyes as you say those words. “Everything you’ve ever drawn from the past six years of your life, he’s kept.” You admit. Even when she was one years old and scribbles all over your paper you had for work, Peter kept it claiming it was her first piece of art. You were mad about having to go reprint everything but peter found beauty in everything that girl did.

“Really?” She perks up and you wipe your nose.

“Yeah, you wanna see where he put them?” You get up with her in your arms. She nods as you walk her to your bedroom and get into your closet to pull down a big box titled MAY BLAIR PARKER. It was a collection of all the things peter ‘had’ to have from her. You had your own box of her things but it wasn’t as big as peters for he collects things every day.

You set the box down and start to rummage though it with her showing her all her past drawings when at the bottom you see a smaller box, a box filled with a small lady bug necklace. It was a similar style to your butterfly one peter got you about a year into dating. The one you never took off. There was a small note written in peters sloppy handwriting right under the necklace.

“For my little love bug, when it’s time.”

Your heart broke. Peter always talked about his death in time. When he talked about bens death he never called it ‘passing’ or ‘death’ it was simply ‘his time in another life’ that’s what aunt may always told him. And that’s what you were going to tell Your little May here.

“Look.” You get her attention and she looks over. “Daddy wanted to give this to you.” You caught her attention and she lights up seeing the necklace.

“A ladybug?” She tilts her head and you nod putting it around her neck. “Daddy said that if Spider-Man had sidekicks they’d be ladybug and butterfly.” She touches the small silver pendent. Peter would make up stories to either help her laugh or help her sleep.

There were multiple stories about the ladybug and butterfly helping Spider-Man.

“Did I tell you about the ladybug?” Peter would squat down at her bed and hold he stuffed animal for her.

“The ladybug? Like me?” She asks and he nods as he scoots her over so he can come lay in her bed too.

“Yeah, she has a red suit like Spider-Mans and she can fly. She doesn’t have wings but she can fly and her power is this black force that comes from her hand. She has brown hair and the cutest button nose.” He pokes the girls nose and she scrunches it up. “She And Spider-Man always save the day. Well...most of the time.” He tells her and she sits up.

“Does she work with the butterfly too?” The girl asks now interested. You stand at the door watching the two of them interact.

“Of course. They all work together and they’re kind of like a family. A small one that maybe will get more members.” Peter looks over at you and gives a playful wink. You roll your eyes at peters want for another baby.

“Like the avengers?” She asks and he touches her cheek.

“Better than the avengers.”

You were peters butterfly, always beautiful and lighting up every room you entered.

“I bet they would be named that.” You sniffle letting your heart break a little more.

“Mama?” She looks up and sees your small butterfly at your chest. “Are We butterfly and ladybug?” She asks tilting her head.

“We were always butterfly and ladybug.” You kiss her head and hold her close.

Peter wasn’t gone, he was holding you guys close and looking out for you. Peter could never leave, he could never leave his ladybug and butterfly.

Tagging some mutuals: @thollandss @keepmeholland @starlightparker @hazssouthernbelle @all-about-tom @ppkrtingle @stormyholland @elysianparker @tomslovey @mcuspidey @lostinspidey

Perm taglist: @lynnbeaan @actorsdamn @your-daily-dose-of-fangirl @ironspiderguy @mdgrdians @dreamymeliorism m @roaringgoodshow @built4broadway @strugglinggryffindorkid @1mychalia1 @grace-sully @didanyonesaybuckybarnes @embrace-themagic @thebonanamuffin @thellamalord @flowerchild8341 @cade-james @random-stupid-stuffs @joyfulspider @sad-broken-crayon @mylinkmyrules s @carry-on-ms-believer @queenmissfit t @skeletalwolfcat @gingerpeachyy @condy-wants-a-cookie @dennythepooh @zon-chan @fandom-fangirl07 @gabriels-gumdrop @whatam3ss @jamaicaa-blakee @thetributethatvolunteered @o-brienwrites @smexylemony @spn-worm @fucking-reddie @stranger-marvel @darlingtholland @sylvirstars @supernatural-strangethings-1980 @pvnk-bivch @spideyyypeter r @lubrielx x @authorpocketcow @swoozi224 @abunchofmaraudersfluff @redridingthroughthehood @sammyskyler2000 @usuallyweepingnacho @tom-hollands-eyelash @capandbuck @delicately-written @emmyfignewton @spidcr-man @laramitk @captianbuckyy @kira-mariee e @hazthostrfield @emilyle23 3 @tomshufflepuff @freakofnature444 @keepingupwiththehollands @ballarinaphan @1-800-chosen-jacobs s @screamsss-in-fangirl @peachy-parkers @stevieboyharrington n @petersunderoos96 @ximaginx @vlogsquad-wannabe @im-sorry-it’s-a-secrect-blog @ohh-Anna @im-a-smol-sweet-potato @shawnftjacob @iloveyou3000morgan @unholyhaz @yeahimcrying

#dad!peter #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fan fic #peter parker x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #spiderman far from home #spiderman imagine

[haileyjikai]

A Spiders Web // Jikook

26/?

“in which jeongguk is spiderman just trying to graduate high school without getting killed and jimin is trying to survive high school and get his theatre credits. Oh and solve spiderman’s identity, that too.”

tag list; @eggy-egg @yoonglemickdoongle @kookooq @instantspot @intrusivescenarios @zamirayinyue13 @jiminieschilliepeper @jiminslickcleaner @alligatorrampage @aejae-ssi @thestorythatneverbegan @somhaein @rainbowsandsope @chaotic-taetae @hobiisthesunfiteme @xosetsuna @sadpunkandaesthetics @logicallyblind @super-btstrash-posts

----

Jeongguk was... he didn't know how to describe what he was feeling. It was odd. Usually, he was able to have a base of words to use, to combine and merge into something that would tell him what he felt. Because Jeongguk didn't like not knowing things, not knowing things led to disasters, if he doesn't know something on his homework he gets a bad grade and that leads to worrying Aunt May which leads to worrying him because his aunt is worried and then Hoseok starts to worry and-

Anyways Jeongguk doesn't have a good track record with not knowing things and he doesn't like it.

He was angry at first when he came face to face with the man who seemed to take his whole world out from underneath him in a night when he had the gall to utter Yugyeom's name like it was nothing and mock him with it. But afterward, it didn't seem like the rage he had been expecting but something else, something that had his lungs burning and heart-pounding hard enough that he thought it was trying to escape his chest.

When he'd slipped in through his bedroom window and tore off the mask, his breath was fast and hard and he knew it wasn't from swinging. Which led him to where he was now, head between his knees in the center of his bed, shaking and unshed tears burning at the back of his eyes.

Frustration. A voice whispered in the back of his mind, Panic said another. But neither seemed to encompass what he was feeling well enough. 

There was no doubt that he'd had a minor panic attack but he wasn't just panicking, that wasn't all that it was. If he pushed past the aftereffects of shaking and the sharp breaths, the unknown emotion was still smoldering beneath his skin.

His phone rang with another call from Hoseok and for a moment, he just stared at it. Let it ring, before finally picking his phone up and placing it against his ear.

"I'm okay." Is what he answered with, picking at his sheets in the dark of his bedroom.

"Jesus fucking christ, Jeongguk." Hoseok sighs on the other end of the line, "Can you give me a bit of warning before you go to fight big sons of bitches, please? You self-sacrificing piece of shit." 

Jeongguk chuckled, a small smile quirking at the end of his lips, "I can't make any promises."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, "God you're practically the same person."

His eyebrows furrow, "Who?"

"You and Jimin, dumbass." Hoseok says, and Jeongguk sits up straight at the mention of the other boy, "The dude has been worrying over you for like, the last hour." Jeongguk pulls the phone away from his face to check his notifications, and sure enough, there was Jimin's name clear as day, "I told him not to worry too much and he said he couldn't make any promises. You know, he's steadily making his way up my 'Tainted by Jeongguk' list."

Another laugh startles itself out of Jeongguk, this one louder than the last, "Your what list?"

"My tainted by Jeongguk list." His best friend repeats, "He wouldn't have said anything like that before he got all up ad cozy with you. This is odd because his best friend is Taehyung, but I digress."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, "We are not up and cozy."

Hoseok groans, "You are head over heels for each other don't even try that with me."

"We are not head over heels for each other." Jeongguk sputters,

"You are!" Hoseok insists, "Dude you literally periodically check if he's safe, I haven't seen you ever get as close as you have with any other project partner you've had, and if that's not enough you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky or some shit. It's revolting." Jeongguk opened his mouth to retort, but Hoseok cut him off with soft words, "It's a familiar situation, Gguk."

He couldn't bring himself to respond, because Hoseok was right, he'd heard these words before two years ago when Yugyeom had transferred. Blinking, he slumped back, head leaning against the wall above his bed frame with his lips parted with an aborted phrase.

Of course, he cared for Jimin, he tried to reason with himself. I check on him because if something happened to him I wouldn't know what to do with myself, he's my friend I do the same for everybody else. And I don't look at him like he hung that stars in the sky, sometimes I just get distracted by him because, honestly, nobody should be allowed to be that fucking cute and understand physics as well as he does and sometimes when he's stuck on a problem his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth like—

His breath leaves him in one fell swoop, "Oh fuck." and he can faintly hear Hoseok start laughing on the other side of the phone, but he didn't care.

He was in love with Park Jimin.

#jikook spiderman au #spiderman!jungkook #spiderman!au #kookmin spiderman au #spiderman au #A Spiders Web #ASW #spiderman jikook au #jikook smau #jikook social media au #jikook au #jikook #smau #social media au #kookmin au #kookmin smau #kookmin social media au #kookmin #bts au #bts smau #bts social au #bts social media au #bangtan smau #bangtan au #bangtan social au #bangtan social media au

[justspillingink]

I’ve been wondering - - might you expand upon THE SITUATION a bit?

Yep, I was wondering y’all would finally snap!!!

Alright, so I’m gonna put this under a cut but the TL;DR for people is that it’s a clusterfuck of barely repressed trauma & misunderstanding landmines. You get this from a lot of media, but this one’s gay & actually comes to a reasonable resolution before the last minute. 

& Welcome to those of you who clicked! Here’s a bonus doodle:

(Also another quick thing for those of you who’re here: Jasper & Perri are definitely not romantically involved, they think of each other as siblings & best friends. Not gonna do any bullshit with incest, adopted or not. I had to explain this to someone I swear to god.)

So with even more confusion instilled in your minds, let’s get this show on the road!!!

So the Runaways’ are a small ragtag family who ended up in Kingdom (yes the kingdom’s called Kingdom) after some pretty dark backstory stuff. The Runaways at this point are Talon, Øngi, Russet, & our lovely Perri.

But of course, being on the run doesn’t exempt you from rent payments, so each of the siblings ended up taking jobs around the city, Perri landing himself the sole cleaning job for the House of Crowns, cause the King believes that it’s much more cost-effective to just have one person do the entire castle’s worth of work. 

He’s an asshole.

But through this shitty job, Perri stumbles upon a locked room hidden in what seemed to be a supplies closet. After picking the lock (cause he’s a curious boi who doesn’t know what’s good for him) he ends up finding an equally confused Hunter, who was locked in his bedroom Rapunzel style for 10 years cause his dad just forgot he existed.

Once again, he’s an asshole.

& An idiot.

Don’t worry, we kill him.

So of course, Perri’s not gonna leave him there, so Hunter joins our little Runaway group!

Everyone loves Hunter (as they should) cause a) he’s baby, b) he’s very smart, c) he’s op to all hell. But nobody loves Hunter as much as Hunter loves Perri, as they quickly go from friends to joyfriends! They’re both just big drama doofuses & love & appreciate each other.

Flash forward a few years.

Enter Jasper Poppy, a recently revived enby with more repressed trauma than you could shake a stick at, who lands themself the ‘coveted’ position of a Cardinal: messengers charged with relaying information across the mountains on foot, cause the internet & magic don’t mix well, the sea will probably try to eat you, & horses are delicacies for the dragons of the Hlaupas.

Basically, the job sucks but pays extremely well.

For one reason or another, Jasper & Perri become fast friends, even if Jasper’s barely in town enough to get two words in. They find themself pretty quickly adopted into the Runaway family, who basically took one look at the sad orphan with a tragic backstory & went mine. & Jasper, being the confused bean that they are, sorta just went along with it with a traumatized grin, earning themself the position of the unofficial fifth sibling, due to their refusal to taking up the family name.

Due to their new inclusion into the family, Hunter & Jasper became pretty close friends as well, & Jasper, being the type of person to fall head over heels in love with anyone who even blinks at them, pretty quickly developed a crush on the other enby.

Perri found out & was completely cool with it, quickly taking to teasing the hell out them, cause siblings, but Jasper themself wasn’t so cool with it. They very quickly took to repressing that shit right down, much to the confusion & worry of Perri.

Though that didn’t stop Hunter from developing a crush right on back towards our flower boi, & taking to expressing it in the very Hunter way of becoming a complete lovebug with no off-switch.

So now Jasper’s attempting to repress even more shit down, Hunter’s completely oblivious through his rose coloured glasses, & Perri’s standing there very concerned & confused about how to set his sibling up with his joyfriend.

You think this’ a good place to start our story, with a reasonable character conflict set out & good intrigue about why Jasper’s taken to pretending they don’t feel this way?

YOU’RE WRONG NEXT HUNTER FUCKING DIES.

Well, technically no, but also technically yes.

So anyway, stuff happens, & Hunter ends up presumed dead, leaving a heartbroken Perri & an even more traumatized Jasper behind.

Spoilers!

He’s not dead.

Brain-damaged & with complete memory loss, yes!

But not dead!

How thrilling.

He ends up getting picked up off of some beach somewhere by his cousin Ashi, who has very strong opinions about things.

& now our story starts!

So a more shallow dive into our actual story, cause I’m hoping on writing it & don’t want to give too much away. Jasper & Perri are both rightfully ecstatic that Hunter’s not dead, but are in a very awkward spot now.

It’s Perri’s turn on the repression spiral! He takes up the opinion that Hunter shall never know that the two were partners, as he feels it’s immoral to pressure him in any way back into a relationship. & now Jasper’s like wtf no you can’t be doing this that’s my thing, stop doing my thing & talk to him.

Meanwhile: Hunter develops a new crush on Jasper, this time they’ve got even more trauma! They’re still not on board with the love of their life actually loving them back for unknown reasons & have taken up the very healthy hobby of having a mental breakdown & running away to almost get eaten by cave spiders whenever Hunter so much as smiles at them. Also, Ashi keeps giving them the stink eye, cause they’ve got similar opinions to Perri on this one & refuses to see their baby cousin hurt again.

& Meanwhile Hunter’s starting to develop a sort of maybe crush on Perri again too, & is doing his trademarked Hunter lovebug thing & IT’S BREAKING BOTH PERRI & JASPER’S HEARTS, HUNTER I KNOW YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING, BUT STAP HURTING MY BABY BOIS WH—

So yeah.

It’s a SITUATION.

#my art #my oc art #my ocs #prpt!coldtea #doodles #asks #anonymous #the human connection will make me feel like a person again #swearing #hunter gold #jasper poppy

[redhoodieone]

It’s Cold in Here Part 10

A/N: Hi everyone! I know its been like forever since I’ve updated, but a lot of shit happened this summer (between my car accident, my grandpa’s illness, and just stupid shit with dumbass people), but I’m back home and all is good again! I’m sorry this chapter’s short, but I promise you I will get back into the swing of things once I settle in. So…otherwise…enjoy!  

Warnings: Language.

I have to know the truth. I don’t want to believe Wally but a part of me knows he wouldn’t lie to me about Dick. The mere thought of being proposed to just makes me sick.

The engagement itself is beautiful; but to be engaged to someone to cover their sexuality makes me feel small.

A small ant among spiders.

I ran away as soon as I could. I remember Jason yelling after me; begging me to come back and talk to him. But, how could I?

How could I go back after Wally’s confession?

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, I gracefully land. I’m in costume, but the second I make it to Dick’s balcony door at his penthouse, I rip off the mask to show how fucking serious I am.

I easily pick the lock and enter the penthouse. It’s silent, almost too silent. Dick usually leaves a TV on or music playing just to make it seem like someone’s home. Slowly, I make my way to Dick’s bedroom where I find him sitting on his bed, facing the wall, and he’s breathing hard.

It sounds like Dick’s crying.

“You already know, huh? Go ahead; cuss me out, hit me, scream at me, and fucking kill me...because I can’t do this anymore Y/N,” Dick chokes out.

I bite my bottom lip and force myself to move forward towards him. I realize Dick’s playing a game right now: he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows how to guilt trip me just to get his way.

Everyone who knows Dick knows he’s mastered that skill.

I stop in front of him. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair is messy and unkempt, and his crystal blue eyes are red and swollen.

My conscience is warning me not to fall for Dick’s tricks. I’m trying to be strong. I’m trying to break away from him.

But for some unknown goddamn reason, Dick just keeps pulling me back.

When our eyes meet, my bottom lip quivers and I can’t quite breathe correctly anymore.

The anger is too much. I’m feeling too much right now.

“Y-You can’t be serious, Dick. How-how could you plan on proposing to me? And for what, to hide your sexuality forever? You can’t do this to me! You can’t expect me to accept your proposal because you’re so afraid and ashamed of who you are!” I shout, unable to keep my voice steady and soft.

Dick rubs his forehead and exhales heavily. After a pause, he stands up and approaches me quickly to slam me against the wall.

“You don’t think I know that?! Do you think I want to do this?! Well, you’re wrong! I want to change! I have to change! I have to lie! I have to pretend! You don’t know what’s it like waking up and knowing you’re just a queer who likes cock as much as the next gay guy! I grew up idolizing women! I should be all about the pussy and tits! I should be bragging about how many girls I slept with, but at the end of the day, I have to be reminded that I like guys and that I want to fuck them. Do you see how disgusting that is?! Do you see how disgusting I am?!” Dick yells angrily and punches the wall beside my head. His hand remains in the wall; bleeding quickly. “Well, do you Y/N?!”

I’ve never seen Dick so pissed off before. It usually takes a lot to anger him. But this is something else.

Dick is finally falling apart and it’s because he hates who he is.

“You’re wrong. You’re not disgusting. Who you are and who you love does not make you disgusting Dick,” I whisper. I’m shaking so much, and my breathing is hard. I’m terrified of making Dick angry again.

Dick shoves himself against my body. He moves his face close to mine until I can feel his hot breath on my cheeks and chest.

“You don’t know anything, Y/N. You don’t know what kind of life I have to lead. You don’t know what’s expected of me, and how I’m supposed to live my life. You don’t know shit about me,” Dick growls under his breath.

Dick removes his hand from the wall, where I see he’s bleeding a lot and will need stitches. With his bloody hand, he holds my waist tightly. His other hand moves to my throat, and he tightens his grip. He’s choking me.

“Well, it appears you have nothing more to say to me, huh Y/N? Let me tell you how this is going to go, okay? I’m going to propose to you tomorrow night. You’re going to say yes. We’re going to get married, and-and I’m going to impregnate you, and you’re going to have four or five of my children. And-and then…we’re going to leave this city behind; we’re going to leave our masks and leave everybody else behind. Then we’re going to move to the countryside, and then we’re going to live happily ever after, okay? Just me, you, our kids, and no secrets. We-we are going to leave our past, illnesses, and guilt behind,” Dick threatens seriously.

I struggle to breathe. I try to kick Dick and shove his arm to release me; but he’s too strong and angry to break free from.

“Y-you can’t change who you are, Dick! You can’t live a lie! And you can’t run away from your problems! This is never going to work!” I choke out. The tears roll down my cheeks, and I try to breathe through the words.

Dick laughs loudly. The way his face scrunches up, and the way his voice echoes through the penthouse proves to me he’s completely changed.

Or he’s completely lost it.

“I can change who I am. I have already changed. And who said anything about running away from their problems? I’m going to propose to you and marry you in front of the city of Gotham!” Dick claims before he releases my throat but continues to pin me against the wall; I choke and sob to regain my strength. “And this will work, because I already made sure Jason won’t get in the way.”

I glare up at Dick. He smiles at me to taunt me more. “What did you do?” I demand.

“Remember Jason’s ex-girlfriend? Isabel Ardila?”

“I-I don’t exactly know a lot about her…” I confess quietly.

“Well, funny thing about ex-girlfriends: you can persuade them to do anything you want; especially if you’re an attractive, charming man like me. You see Y/N, all I had to do was offer ten million dollars just to get her to come back to Gotham, after he broke her heart and all a few years ago. It was a pretty dirty breakup; there was a lot of screaming and crying, okay? Then, I manipulated her into thinking Jason wants her back, and so I forced Raven to brainwash her into thinking they never broke up. And as you can see, you should never…ever make a deal with someone like Raven, who is practically a demon herself. It’s almost like…making a deal with the devil,” Dick admits, before he bursts into a fit of laughter.

I watch in complete betrayal and shock at Dick. Everything inside of me has frozen, and my mind has gone blank.

My heart began to hurt again…and from the same guy. Dick.

“So, now that you lost Jason…you have me now, Y/N. It’ll be like…we never separated. We can go back to how things used to be. We can go back to being in love. We can go back to us.”

I become a crying mess. My body shakes violently, and I can feel myself falling apart like a rag doll that’s been played with and destroyed a million times.

“And I have to tell you one more thing: if you refuse, jeopardize, or try to run away from me…I will kill Jason,” Dick vows quietly, before he bites my earlobe. “I will kill him. Fuck Batman’s golden rules. I will do whatever the fuck I need to do to make sure this works. And if killing Jason is something I have to do, I’ll do it. No one-and I mean no one-is going to break us apart and stop us. So, do we have a deal?”

A deal? Do I even have a choice?

Dick won. 

Dick is using me once again, just because he is selfish enough to bring me down with him. 

And everybody has to pay for it: Jason, Isabel, Wally, and me.

The thought of marrying Dick scares the shit out of me. I never thought I would have to marry someone who I’m afraid of and who I’m not in love with.

But between Dick and Deathstroke…I’m fucked.

And who knows what I’ll do now since Dick has me wrapped around his finger.

Again.

#dc comics #dick grayson #batman #dick grayson x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader

[redstarwriting]

For A Reason

Stephen Strange x Platonic!Reader

Request: “Can you do one where the reader lost her dad @ 14, she's now 17, she's been living alone.She was closest with her dad because her mom left them. Stephen Strange runs into her and she peaks his interest, he convinces her to let him take her in. She starts to get attached to him and sees him as a father figure.She then forces herself to turn cold, she doesn't want to loose him like her dad.He notices and confronts her about it. She starts crying and explaining and he comforts her. Lots of fluff😊”

Word Count: 2,037

Genre: Fluff | Platonic

Warnings: Crying, Death, Guns, Sad past

A/N: This one took a while because I had work and a few other things I had to do, but here it is! I love Stephen Strange and honestly I could write about him all the time. I’m so excited for Doctor Strange 2 and it won’t even come out until like next year lol I’m a mess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! Tomorrow is my mom’s birthday so I may or may not post. Enjoy!

───────────────────────────────────

Living alone in New York at seventeen years old wasn’t an easy feat. Lucky for you, you’ve been doing that since you were only fourteen. It was difficult at times considering it was only you, a literal child, squatting in and out of abandoned buildings. However, being a child on the run made you very street smart. You could pick-pocket like nobody’s business and you were surprisingly good at holding your own against people who tried to threaten you. You also learned how to get an all new identity, which was essential for where you’re at now. In reality, you’re seventeen. On paper, you’re nineteen. Your age didn’t really matter, but it threw people off on who you really were. You needed that for… personal reasons. So funny enough, you weren’t known as (Y/N) (L/N) to your landlord or anyone else you meet. Your name now is Serenity Andrews. You definitely prefer your real name, but a fake name was needed.

All your sneaking around is a way for you to make money on the outside of your job, which is a librarian. Your real job is actually where you learned everything you know since you dropped out of school after everything in your life went to shit. Since you helped people rent books, no one batted an eye when you would read books that could only be classified as textbooks. You were actually pretty smart even though you were technically a dropout. Not on paper though. Your “secret identity” graduated from a school in Nevada. Anyways, you don’t go to work for another hour, so you decided to go to Times Square and make some extra money. Unknown to you, there’s a man who can see everything you’re doing.

He observes you as you effortlessly pickpocket people, and needless to say he finds you intriguing. You don’t see him watching you, or even following you to your place of work. You go inside the library, saying hi to the other workers before getting behind the librarian desk and grabbing a random educational book. You quickly become lost in it, and don’t even notice someone coming up to the counter. “Excuse me, miss,” you hear a deep voice say, and it startles you. You look up to see a thirty-six-year-old man holding a book, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say, immediately closing your book and grabbing his. You go to scan the barcode but realize there isn’t one. “Are you looking to donate a book to the library today?”

“No.” You look at him with an eyebrow raised. “This isn’t a book that belongs to this library.”

“I know. I think you could learn something from reading it.”

You scoff, opening the book to see it talking about something… different. Something, dare you say, magical. “You a con artist?” You close the book, pushing it across the counter and back to him. “No, but you are, ‘Serenity Andrews.’ I saw what you were doing in Times Square today.” Shit.

“Ah-hah… yeah, well I have no response to that other than please don’t tell the police… please?”

“I won’t tell the police because I see promise in you.” He pushes the book back towards you. “You see promise in me? What does that even mean?”

“Well, (Y/N), I think you’d excel in the mystic arts. I see potential in you.”

“How did you know my real name?”

“I know a lot. If I’ve peaked your interest like you’ve peaked mine, come to the address.” You tilt your head a bit when the book suddenly opens. You jump and look down at it in surprise, but when you look back up, the man isn’t there anymore. “Address? What address is he even talking about?” you mumble to yourself, closing the book and putting it in your bag. When you shove it in, a piece of paper falls out of it and onto the floor. You pick it up. Scrawled on it is an address. “177A Bleecker Street…” you mumble to yourself before shoving the paper in your pocket.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself standing outside of 177A Bleecker Street at six in the afternoon on a Tuesday night. “I’m being ridiculous,” you say to yourself, raising your hand to knock. Before your hand even makes contact with the wood, you’re transported to a new area. You stumble, nearly falling into the very expensive looking objects surrounding you. “Shit!”

“Ah, yes. That’s usually how most people feel after I transport them,” you hear a familiar voice. You look up and see none other than the man who visited you at the library today. Except this time, he was wearing a cape. “Is that a cape? Who the hell are you and what is this place?”

“No, it’s a cloak. I, am Doctor Stephen Strange and you are inside the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“The Sandman Scrotum? What two words did you just make up?”

“You sound a lot like Tony Stark,” he says, semi glaring at you. “You know Tony Stark?” Your jaw is basically on the floor considering this man knows Iron Man and you steal for a living. “Yes. Sadly. This isn’t a Sandman Scrotum. If you wanted to see a Sandman Scrotum I would have taken you to Spider-Man, he and Sandman have a great relationship. This,” he says, motioning around him with his hands, “is the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure what that means.”

“This is where I’m going to teach you everything I know. And we begin now.”

From that moment on you were bombarded nonstop with books, spells, and training. Your life on the outside world basically just vanished, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had a home. You knew about every nook and cranny in the Sanctum, and often time Stephen would find you in an isolated corner, studying up on something. You were unbearable to him at first, constantly making quips and smartass comments, but he grew to appreciate them. He would just respond with his own headassery, and you two would go back and forth for hours. Wong hated it, but he also loved it because of how amusing it was. He once made the comment that you two acted like a daughter and a father because you two were basically glued at the hip. You two had formed a very close bond, and you definitely did look up to him as a father figure. But that scared you.

After about six months, you started becoming distant. You would barely speak to him only talking if you had a question on something. When he would fire a comment at you, you would just shrug it off and act like he never said anything. You would eat your dinner anywhere else than where he was. It was odd. You were acting strange. Eventually, he had enough. He wanted his not really a daughter but kind of a daughter because even though you aren’t his own flesh and blood you act exactly like him and it’s a bit uncanny but pretty awesome because finally someone who can put up with him back. So, while you were curled up in a corner, reading a book as you usually did, you suddenly felt the all too familiar feeling of being teleported. You glance up from your book to see Doctor Strange looking back at you. “Any reason you’re disrupting my reading?”

“You’ve been acting different lately.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, come on (Y/N). Don’t act like I haven’t noticed. You’ve been avoiding me! And it’s not like that time you avoided me because I wouldn’t let you eat a pint of ice cream for dinner which, by the way, is still a stupid idea. Do you have any idea how disgusting you would feel afterwards? I don’t want to get into it right now, back to the situation at hand,” he shakes his head, leaning forward to talk to you better, “It’s been actual avoiding me. You go out of your way to not see me. I noticed. And I want to know why.” You just stare at him, not saying anything. It feels like an hour passes of you two being in a fierce staring battle before he sighs. “I just want to know what’s wrong, (Y/N). I know Wong said it as a joke, but I really do care for you like you’re my daughter.” That pushed you over the edge.

You immediately start crying, and Stephen just looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.  Lucky for him, his cloak is a huge softy, so it immediately unwraps from his shoulders and goes over to you. It envelops your whole body, frantically trying to wipe your tears away for you. You somewhat giggle, and then Stephen’s voice rings out. “Okay, now you need to tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“…I don’t want to lose you like I lost my dad.” He goes quiet, and you sigh. The tears don’t stop, but you begin telling him your story. You tell him about how your mother left when you were a baby. It was only you and your father for the next multiple years of your life. You and your father were ridiculously close being you two were the only person the other had. Then one day, it all just stopped. You two were living in your two-bedroom apartment. You were busy doing homework in your room when you heard a crash and some yelling. Then you heard a loud bang. You quickly ran and hid in your closet, terrified of the noises you just heard. You only came out when you heard the voices of the criminals who broke into your home fade away. You carefully opened your door, peeking out only to see your dad on the ground. You ran over to him when you saw the bullet wound. You knew it was already too late when you saw him.

“So that’s why I was on the run. I didn’t have any other family and I was scared. I just left. I changed my hair and met some people who could change who I was. I didn’t want the cops to find out that I survived, they thought the robbers kidnapped me. From that day on, I didn’t have anyone. No family at all. And then you came along and ruined my loner dynamic and now I’m scared because if I lose the person I look up to the most again, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover,” you sob, and he immediately hugs you. “(Y/N), you’re not going to lose me,” he tells you in a soft voice and you nod, finally giving in. “You being so distant scared me. I thought I did something wrong. It’s funny how you can feel such a strong bond with someone in such a fast time, but it’s like you really are my daughter. When I look at you, I see everything I wanted you to become. It’s actually impressive. I’m just so proud of the person you’ve become, and I know in the future I’ll only be even more proud.”

“While that made me feel better, it makes me feel weird hearing you be all soft. I imagine this is what Cloak would sound like if it could talk,” you say, sniffling. Stephen chuckles, looking at you as you pull away from the cute little embrace you two just had. “I’m sorry for being a dad, but I had to tell you that I was proud of you since I am.”

“Yeah, well next time tell me that I don’t suck as much as you thought I would, that sounds more normal to me.” He laughs, ruffling your hair and you roll your eyes. You had a rough past, and you definitely missed your dad. No matter what happened, nobody could replace him. But Stephen came pretty close. And although you sometimes wonder what your life would be like if you didn’t lose your dad all those years ago, you love your life now. Like Stephen always says. Everything happens for a reason.

#doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #avengers x reader #doctor strange imagine #stephen strange imagine #avengers imagine #doctor strange #stephen strange #avengers