#then parker pj. but it would be as a joke. it would not be a genuine move there'd have to be a joke to it

[littlespacereader]

Peter b Parker babysitting little reader (masc) reader wets the bed but Peter is vary nice about it and comeforts reader

My first request for a masc reader!! And Peter B. Parker as a babysitter is so cute!! I love the idea!! I’m always up for a bit of a comfort fic and this is it! I really hope you enjoyed this one!

Picking Pajamas 🕷️🌙

Caregiver!Peter B. Parker & Masc Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - bed wetting, hurt and comfort, Peter B. Parked is a sucker for any Little,

Nicknames - kiddo, kid, handsome, buddy

“Alright kid, off to bed. Come on,” The tv clicked off and Peter stood up, cracking his tired limbs in the process.

“Nooooooooooo,” Y/N whined, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Yeeeeeessssss. You see what time it is? It’s bed time. Now snap to it kiddo or no bedtime story.” Peter bargain.

“……two bedtime stories?” Y/N asked with his best pair of puppy dog eyes.

Peter sighed with a smirk on his face, “Fine you got me, two bedtime stories it is. But only if you go brush your teeth and get ready right now.”

Y/N happily nodded and jumped off the couch, speeding off to the bathroom.

Peter smirked and shook his head. “Kids going to be the death of me.” He joked.

~~~

After a moment Peter entered Y/N’s bedroom to see him changed into his pjs going through a pile of books. Only issue is, his pjs are backwards.

“Kiddo come here,” Peter asked with a chuckle. Once Y/N did Peter helped him change his pajamas properly. “There you go handsome. All better.” He added with a small kiss to his forehead.

“Now what have got for me?”

Y/N happily ran back over to his pile of book and grabbed two from the pile to read.

“Great choices!” Peter said looking over the selection, “Alright let’s get you settled first and then we can dig in.”

Peter helped Y/N into bed, making sure he had all his stuffies and was properly tucked in all nice and warm. Once settled, he began to read the first book.

After a while the first book was done. He could see Y/N’s eyes were starting to droop slowly. Maybe two books was the best idea. So with that he opened the second one and began to read.

He was about halfway when he noticed Y/N was finally asleep. But now he was invested in the story…so he finished the book…for good measure. Then he carefully and quietly made his way out of Y/N room.

~~~

Peter had fallen asleep on the couch to some mindless television. One leg on the back of the couch and his body twisted like crazy. He was a wreck when he slept. But he started to come out of his sleep when he felt a small tug on his arm.

“Pete?”

He started to blink awake, untwisting and stretching the tiredness away. He opened his eyes and was met with a teary set of eyes infront of him. Instantly the Caregiver inside of him sprang up in worry.

“Y/N! What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Y/N just bursted out crying. He couldn’t articulate what had happened or why he was upset. All he did was put his arms out for Peter. All he wanted was comfort.

And who was Peter to deny him that comfort. He went to bring him into a hug but Y/N stopped him.

“No! I’m…icky…” he said between cries.

Peter was confused but only for a moment before he spotted what the issue was. Y/N’s pajama bottom were wet. He had an accident.

“Awww, Y/N it’s okay. It’s just an accident. You’re not icky, I promise you that. Come here,” Peter said with his arms still open.

Y/N was hesitant, just for a second before he collapsed into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around the Little, one arm holding onto his head, the other rubbing his back.

“It’s okay kid. I promise it’s all alright. It’s just an accident. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

After a moment of crying onto his shoulder, Y/N seemed to settle down. “There we go, you’re okay. Everything okay buddy. It’s just an accident.” He said as they broke apart.

“Not mad?” Y/N asked in a voice so small and vulnerable.

“No, never. Why would I be mad at an accident? You did nothing wrong. An accident is just that, an accident. There’s no need to be worried. You did nothing wrong and I am not angry.”

Peter wasn’t one for seriousness but in this moment Y/N felt every word he was saying. He knew it to be true.

“Now, let’s get you changed and back to bed.” Peter stood up and took Y/N’s hand in his.

“Actually you know what? I think I’m going to get changed tonight too.” Peter added.

That peaked Y/N’s interest. “Pete get changed too?”

“Yeah I think I will buddy. We’re get changed together. In fact I’m going to need your help choosing out some pajama for me.” Peter explained.

Y/N smiled for the first time since the accident.

“I pick! I pick!”

“Alright then. You go into my room and pick out the best pajama you can find for me and I’m going to go into your room and pick out the best pajamas for you. READY, SET, GO!!”

Was it the best idea to be winding up the Little this late at night? Probably not. But the look of excitement on Y/N’s face to get to pick out a pair of pajama for Peter made it worth it.

While Y/N was hard at work picking the very best pair of pajama, Peter went into Y/N’s room and stripped the bed of its wet sheet and blanket.

By the time Y/N retuned, the bed had been remade and Peter had a nice fresh pair of pajama waiting for him.

“Pete! Pete! Pajamas!”

Peter gasps in excitement as Y/N hands him the pajamas. “Y/N…these are the best pajamas I’ve ever been given! Thank you!!” Y/N smiled, beaming with happiness.

“First let’s get you changed, then I’ll get changed, and then it’s off to bed.”

First Peter helped Y/N out of the wet pjs. Then he helped clean and wipe him down before helping him into a fresh pair of pajamas. (He would normally give the Little a nice relaxing bath after an accident but with it being so late a quick wipe will do for now)

Then with the Little all set Peter got into his pajamas. “Wow!” He said again, “These are the best pajamas! I couldn’t have picked them better myself.”

Y/N was beaming from the praise. “Happy pajamas!” He jumped up!

“Yeah kiddo happy pajamas!” Peter smiled. “Alright, go to the potty real fast and then it’s off to bed.”

Y/N nodded and was off again. Once he returned he hoped into bed. But this time Peter decided to join him, being that it was late and totally not because Peter had a soft spot for the kid and wanted to make sure he was super comfortable.

So there the two slept. Peter sleeping on his back snoring away with one arm wrapped securely around Y/N who slept peacefully through the rest of the night. The accident long forgotten about.

#age regression #age regressor #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere post #little space #sfw littlespace #age regression blog #caregiver!peter b parker #across the spiderverse #little!reader #little blog #sfw little stuff #sfw little blog #sfw little community #sfw little post #sfw little #age regression writing #age regression community #sfw age regressor #age regression sfw #age regression fic #agere blog #agere community #agere fandom #agere positivity #sfw agere blog #agere sfw

[phoebehalliwell]

If you had complete controll over canon what would you have named the (canon) next gen?

hmm that's a good question like if i had complete control wyatt would be a girl lol and they would have named her prudence melinda but pish posh i don't think that's the question tho so i think i would name them

Wyatt → Patrick Matthew Halliwell, patrick after patricia, their mom, which like ??? why didn't we do that??? and then matthew stays the middle name. WAIT ACTUALLY ABORT. CHANGING MISSION.

Chris → Patrick Bowen Halliwell. idk i think linking the chris archetype with patty could be fun. if i were really getting zesty with it he would be born in August as a Leo like the zodiac sign and would actually be named Leo after his father like Leo something Halliwell maybe Leo Phoebus Halliwell if we're giving phoebe a shout-out maybe Leo Perry Halliwell if we're keeping that middle name BUT he still has daddy issues right so he doesn't like being named after his father yada yada yada Point Is someone gave his the nickname August and that's the name he goes by now, especially when he goes back to the past like hi my name's August Perry & I'm from the future or whatever. but that's only if im going all in on daddy issues. but normal shit no birthday shift im naming him patrick because

Wyatt (2!!) → Prescott Matthew Halliwell. bc the house is on prescott street and it further emphasizes his link to the house and through the house the nexus and the seat of power and like raw magic itself and of course the capacity to go dark side ❤️.

Melinda → like i just don't. i don't understand why piper broke p tradition. it just doesn't make any sense to me. so i would have her go for a p name i think in canon melinda and pj are close in age and phoebe got a premonition of her daughter named after prue and i like that so imma keep it so im renaming melinda to Penelope Melinda Halliwell, and she'd go by nellie instead of mellie haha

PJ → Prudence Johanna Halliwell. goes by pj. banger of a name.

Parker → Persephone Ella Halliwell. goes by percy. middle name is, yes, derived from Cinderella

Peyton → Petunia Grace Halliwell but they call her little petal. bc petunia is a flower. get it?

Tamora & Kat → i'm actually torn on whether or not i want paige to follow tradition. i get why many don't have her do that but i think finding the baby blanket and your parents only had one request -- that your name started with a p. i think she'd want to go for that. so i think the twins would be Paxton and Parker. OR. they're named castor and pollux and we do an astrology episode and they go by cassie and polly. kat → Castor Astrid Mitchell and tam → Pollux Stella Mitchell.

Henry Jr → literally stays henry jr. i'm obsessed with the narrative like yeah meet henry jr as a joke bc we're obvi not keeping this random fucking child right? wrong. meet Henry Jacob Mitchell Jr.

#charmed #next gen #charmed next generation #💌

[sinceileftyoublog]

Patty Griffin & Parker Millsap Live Show Review: 1/27, Old Town School of Folk Music, Chicago

Patty Griffin

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Patty Griffin’s songs are true folk songs, in the sense that their studio arrangements can be pared down to befit any number of instruments, and that their stories are ever-present. Performing Friday night at the Old Town School of Folk Music, Griffin told these stories, sometimes their context, too, other times letting the words do the talking. Accompanied by virtuosic guitarist David Pulkingham (whose flamenco licks on set opener “Mama’s Worried” recaptured the magic of hearing it for the first time) and percussionist Michael Longoria, Griffin rejected the pattern of touring off of an album release cycle and delivered a set of her most beloved back catalog highlights. Sure, a concert based off of songs from Tape, last year’s self-described “home recordings & rarities” collection, would have been a tad esoteric. But that Griffin chose to mostly play the heavy hitters from Children Running Through, Servant of Love, and 2019′s self-titled LP (perhaps her best) made Friday night’s set one for the ages.

Griffin and David Pulkingham

A song like “250,000 Miles” encapsulated what Griffin and her band did best. Introducing it as being inspired by a story of immigrants moving from Nepal to Dubai to build skyscrapers, Griffin’s framing and performance shone universal themes of homesickness and alienation atop shaky, dual percussion to match the song’s nerves. The PJ Harvey-esque blues stomp of “Flaming Red”, Griffin on acoustic, Pulkingham on blistering electric, Longoria on thumping snares, mirrored the physical strength of the circumstances under which the song was written, Griffin training for a marathon, wanting to get in shape after snatching a record deal. She deftly balanced humor and terror on “Coins”, one of the “weirder” songs she left off of setlists when opening for The Chicks last summer. Inspired by her experience waiting on creepy, cheap Harvard Business School bros at a Pizzeria Uno, the song was funny until it wasn’t; the descriptions of a “young man with all the answers” leaning into the side of himself “hungry for power” foreshadowed the dire consequences of toxic masculinity we witness every day.

Almost eerie in its prescience was “The Wheel”, particularly in its references to Eric Garner. “Here’s a song about a man / About a man I never met / Here’s a song about a man / About a man I can’t forget,” sung Griffin. “Can’t” carried dual meaning: she’s unable to forget the tragedy of his murder, and she’s also not allowing herself to forget his story because similar ones keep happening. A few hours prior to the start of the show, the body cam footage of Tyre Nichols’ murder at the hands of the Memphis police was released. That Griffin performed “The Wheel” on Friday was, in all likelihood, coincidental, but it nonetheless reminded the crowd of the power of music to make us remember.

Parker MIllsap

Opening for Griffin was Parker Millsap in a solo acoustic set, which allowed him to continue his transformation from boisterous, clean-cut pop rocker to bearded, beanie-laden singer-songwriter. It wasn’t just his look: Millsap performed mostly new songs from an album coming out later this year, and even the older songs he did sing, like “Your Water” and “It Was You”, transformed into languid blues ditties. “Front Porchin’”, Millsap’s “Keep on Chooglin’”, was an undeterred ode to weed haze and chillin’ out, while “Before the Curtain Closes” allowed him to show off his always impressive vocal chops, increasingly sounding like a mix of Roy Orbison, Jeff Buckley, and Hamilton Leithauser. At one point during his set, Millsap joked, “I should apologize for tuning so much, but if there’s any place to put on a capo and tune, it’s here.” Judging by the new songs, he’ll be tuning a lot more in the near future.

#live music #patty griffin #parker millsap #old town school of folk music #david pulkingham #tape #michael longoria #children running through #servant of love #pj harvey #the chicks #harvard business school #pizzeria uno #eric garner #tyre nichols #roy orbison #jeff buckley #hamilton leithauser

[daredevil420]

Peter Parker thoughts 💭

Dating Peter Parker ideas (gender neutral, mlm intended but not centric, tsam universe)

-he’s such a dork end of post.

-no but seriously he’d be so sappy you’d be sitting on the couch at your house and he’d come and visit and put his hands over your eyes and be all like ‘guess who’

- he’s a skater boy so he’d always come over with rips in his jeans and jackets and ask you to patch them for him, even though he can sew them himself he just likes watching you focus.

-he’d always draw you stuff during class and pass it like notes to you between periods.

- he would be always looking for an excuse to hold your hand

-he doesn’t know how to properly cheer you up from being sad so he just tries to make jokes about your issues and buy you random junk.

-if you are carrying a bunch of stuff he would Insist on carrying it all for you and be your backpack

-everytime he wants attention and ur on ur phone he just webs it out of ur hands and makes you talk to him.

-he loves to be held and have his hair played with, and he loves to mess up your hair before you leave his house to mess with you

-he introduced you to aunt may like the second week of dating

-every time he gets in a little trouble as Spider-Man he mopes around and acts like you guys can’t be together anymore but he loves you too much to stick to his word.

-late night visits after patrol climbing through your window to cuddle or to patch himself up

-he brings you little trinkets everytime he comes over after a while apart.

-he has fresh clothes, pjs, and a first aid kit at your house because he almost always ends up at your house after late nights because he misses you or needs help with something.

-you helping fix his webshooters and keeping loaded backups with extra fluid in your Peter basket (it’s a decorated box in your closet of all the things he might need when he comes over.)

-always forcing you to listen to his music

-he always forgets his jacket and acts like he’s not cold because you always remind him to grab one

-when he does remember his jacket he always tries to have you wear it if you act even the slightest bit cold

-he’d let you paint his nails if you wanted

-hes gay

#dating Peter parker #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker headcanon #male reader #gender nuetral reader #spider man x reader #Spider-Man headcanons #slay #idk how to tag or post im sorry 💔 #Andrew Garfield #andrew peter parker

[thatgeekyemo]

Promise Me

peter parker x reader ∣ 1.9k

summery: "Y/N? What are you doing?""Kidnapping you," you joked, calling up to him. "Put a shirt on and get down here!"

prompt 25 - "You can't really blame me, can you?"", request from Samhitabgirish on Wattpad

You never thought you would ever feed into movie clichés, but here you were, standing behind Peter's apartment building, tossing small rocks at his bedroom window.

You searched in the street lamp lit dark, trying to find more ammunition. With three pebbles in the palm of your hand, you began to throw again. Intent on not carrying on with your plans unless you had the boy with you.

You heard the clink as the rock hit the glass again, and this time, you thought you saw movement from the seventh floor.

Throwing again, a grin spread across your lips as you saw the blind go up.

One last time, knowing you got his attention, you binged the rock off the window. A couple seconds after, the window lifted, and Peter stuck his head out to search the ground.

When he saw you, his emotions quickly flipped from tired to surprise to happy to annoyed and back to tired.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Kidnapping you," you joked, calling up to him. "Put a shirt on and get down here!"

"It's three in the morning!"

"On a Saturday!" You countered. "I'll bring you back before May wakes up, if that's what you're worried about."

"Where are we going tonight?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Come on!"

Peter paused and seemed to think about it. You knew he knew you weren't going to give up too easily, and that his best bet would be to just go with you like always. Besides, you knew Peter's curiosity would compel him to climb down anyway, if he thought the two of you were going anywhere else. The chances he was going to shut down your offer to take him away were low.

"I'll climb up if you'd rather me be up there with you."

"No!" Peter's response was almost immediately. "Just-just give me a sec." He disappeared for a moment before coming back to the window. "Do I need...?"

"Nah. Unless you want to bring it." You tell him, shrugging.

You heard a soft okay before he left your sight again. After soft crash, probably much louder up there, and a muffled curse, Peter was back at his bedroom window. He searched the perimeter again for anyone else before he climbed out of the window.

You bounced on your heels as you watched him scale down, hopping to the ground and jogging to meet you. You immediately grabbed his hand, and Peter chuckled lightly as you didn't even give him a second before you were pulling the two of you back towards the gate.

"I'm tagging along now, can you tell me where we're going?" He yawned. "It's not anywhere where I need to change out of my pj's, right?" You glanced back to see Peter look over your casual outfit. You hadn't actually changed from what you wore earlier that day.

"No, you and your Thor pajamas pants will be perfectly fine." You teased, squeezing his hand and pulling him forward so the two of you were walking side by side instead of you dragging him along. "I just want to hang out with you."

"At three in the morning?" Peter groaned, his face falling flat.

"Shut up. You were probably awake tinkering with your suit or playing video games or something anyway." Peter grumbled something under his breath. "Besides, you can't really blame me, can you?" You asked. "We barely see each other anymore now that you suddenly got big and powerful and decided to dress up as a human spider and fight crime in New York."

"Don't say it like that," Peter sighed, but he started to swing your intertwined hands between your bodies. "You make it sound so much more crazy than it really is."

"Pete, it is crazy," you scoffed, nudging him so he would turn right. "Seriously, think about it. You were small and weak and needed glasses and then one field trip later, boom! Muscles and abs galore!"

"I think you're overexaggerating." Peter frowned, rubbing the back of his head. "I wasn't that bad. You're making me sound like Steve Rogers before he got the serum that made him into Captain America."

"Uh, last I knew, a year ago you were like a 90 pound asthmatic that was almost a head shorter than me. And you needed glasses! So, I see more similarities than differences. You have no foot to argue on here, Spider-Man."

Peter just stuck his tongue out at you and you chuckled, content with your random small victory. "Promise to have fun when we get there instead of bringing up the time every three minutes?"

"Maybe if you tell me where we're going,"

"Breaking into the park. Duh." You laughed, guesturing for Peter to follow you after you hopped the fence. It wasn't that tall, anyway. Just put there to make it look pretty. You didn't care that technically the park closed at dusk, but dawn was coming soon enough.

Peter just sighed, but he quickly followed you. The amount of times the both of you snuck out together to come here taking over and putting the both of you on autopilot as you made your way to the spot on the small hill in the park, away from the main area.

The both of you sat down on the grass, and you smiled as Peter pulled you into his side in one fluid motion.

"You could have just told me we were coming here, you know."

"Where's the fun in that?" You questioned, leaning your head against his shoulder as Peter squirmed to get comfortable on his back.

The both of you went quiet and took deep breaths, falling into a comfortable silence, fingers still laced together.

You hated that the times you wanted to spend with Peter had to be like this, but you took what you could get. The both of you used to sneak out just for the fun of it, the thrill of being rebellious teenagers, but now with Peter's part-time superhero gig gradually taking up more and more of his time, the sneaking out became more of a necessity if you wanted to spend time with him.

You didn't do it often, knowing that being a superhero and all that took a lot out of Peter. Even if he didn't fight anyone, swinging around a city as large of New York still took enough energy out of him. Not to mention just how stressful high school is on top of it. You liked to act like you were a bit of a bad influence to Peter's goody two shoes, but in reality, you just wanted to see him.

"I'm sorry," Peter whispered after a couple of minutes, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.

"You know it's fine Pete. I don't want to stop you from doing what you want."

"But I'm sure you'd rather be sleeping now too."

"Ha. Sleep." You snorted, earning a soft glare from the boy next to you, but it disappeared quickly when you gently kissed his shoulder. "If you want to go back, we can." You tell him honestly. "You probably need it more than I do."

"No, today was slow. Or well, Friday was." He corrected.

"Hey, no one likes people like that." You playfully tell him.

"Shut up." He shook his head, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You shut your eyes and just told yourself to enjoy him while you had him there next to you. It wasn't often anymore. It sucked, how so much changed in just a year. The both of you getting put into opposite schedule classes in school didn't help either. Suddenly, the distance the both of you lived from each other seemed like hundreds of miles, the both of you had perfected the near touch in the school halls, and secret keeping had became something you were now a pro at.

"So," you began, "no new stories?"

"Not really." Peter answered. "What about you?"

You shrugged. "Boring day filled with annoying people I'd rather avoid. You sure that spider's dead? I'd let it bite me so I could be your Spider partner."

"Yes I'm sure." Peter chuckled before frowning. "But you already know I don't want you fighting with me. So stop trying to come up with ways to give yourself superpowers."

"I'm just saying, if it'd give me more time to spend with you, I wouldn't care what kind of power I had." You sighed. "But I know. I guess I'll just have to keep waking you up at three AM and bringing you here."

"I complain, but you know I love it. I'd rather spend time with you than none at all." Peter admitted softly.

"I know." You said, snuggling into his side as the both of you looked up, trying to see past the smog of the city to the stars behind it.

The both of you liked to imagine that nothing in the world was wrong whenever you layed there together.  No deadlines, no stress or anxiety. No evil or oncoming threats. It was only you and Peter, like it had been before when the both of you were just kids and blissfully unaware of anything other than the fact that you loved each other more than anything in the world and never wanted to leave each other's side.

Whatever Peter went through, you were right there next to him and vice versa. Through thick and thin. And even though now was one of those thin times, you knew you would never let go of Peter's hand. That the both of you would always find a way to keep your bond strong and no matter what got thrown, the two of you would find a way to slingshot it back and find a way back to normal. Or whatever the new normal was.

"Promise me something?" Peter broke the silence again.

"Hm?" You glanced up, opening your eyes.

A small smile spread across your lips as Peter turned to face you, his hand pushing back your hair. You would've froze that moment if you could; just you and Peter completely alone in the closest thing to nature you could get in the middle of Queens, the sun rising just behind the boy you were lying across from. It felt so perfect.

"Stay with me?"

"Of course." You answered with a short laugh, a little confused. "You'd be crazy if you ever thought I'd leave."

"No Y/N, I mean stay with me." He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something else, but the look of hesitation briefly crossed his face.

Your breath hitched for a moment as you realized what he was trying to say. You knew he didn't want to mess anything up or force something that wasn't there, but the both of you knew that could never happen.

"Okay Peter," you whispered. "I promise."

A relieved smile stretched across his lips and Peter closed his eyes as you snaked your arm around him and started playing with the golden brown curls on the back of his head.

"May's going to be up soon, if you wanna leave."

"No." He said softly, securing his grip on you. "She'll know where we are. Just stay. You promised."

"In more ways than one." You laughed lightly. "I always will."

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #marvel #peter parker imagines #ppib #peter parker #spiderman #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers imagines #avengers #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x reader #marvel imagines #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fanfiction #mcu

[baroquebucky]

Truly madly deeply with Peter Parker 🥺

a/n: here is another 1d special w petey <3 hope u guys enjoy sorry for the wait :-(

in which peter is the softest boy

you groaned one more time before getting out of your seat and laying on the floor face down, slightly moving to get a pillow and burying your face in it before screaming.

“should i worry or should i laugh” peter spoke, eyes wide as he walked into your room. you immediately shot up, throwing the pillow at him in surprise.

“Pete! i didn’t know you were coming today” you smiled, getting up and going to hug him. He immediately embraced you and kissed your forehead with a smile.

“what’s bothering you bubs?” he asked, quickly grabbing your wrist and leading you to ur bed to sit down, he didn’t hesitate to throw himself on your bed and get cozy with your stuffed bear.

“i hate chemistry, i don’t understand why i even need this” you groaned, “when in my life am i going to need to use these things” he only gave you a small frown.

“I’m sure you just need to take a break sweets” he spoke softly, playing with your fingers. You rolled your eyes and flopped over, your head now on his chest.

“easy for you to say, chem is so easy to you” you could hear him open his mouth before he closed it again, deciding to not challenge you today.

“I’m so tired i barely even slept” you whined, tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at your laptop, the problem mocking you.

Peter quickly saw your laptop and quickly saved your work and shut it, heading back to your bed before wrapping you in his arms. “when’s it due?” he hummed, “tomorrow night” you replied and he nodded his head, arms still tight around you.

“you have any other work?” he questioned and you only shook your head, he nodded and quickly let go of you and grabbed his backpack.

“okay let’s go” he spoke suddenly, already heading out of your room before you could say anything.

“Pete i still need to change!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back in, quickly running to your restroom with a change of clothes, finally taking off your pjs.

You exited the restroom wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of loose fitting jeans, fixing your haait as you walking up to him smiling at you as he kissed your forehead.

“where are we going anyway?” you asked him, locking the door as you headed out, smiling at your neighbor as she waved at the two of you.

“I found this really cool rooftop, it’s a perfect view of the city” he beamed, going on about how he had passed out on the rooftop during sunrise and had woken up just in time for sunrise.

“is that why you never texted me back? It was important!” You frowned, and peter raised his brows at you, “i never knew snakes in small knitted hats were above fighting villains, noted now though” he teased and you rolled your eyes at him.

you rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh as the sky turned into a mix of red and pinks.

“It’s so pretty isnt it” you spoke softly, a small smile on your face as you took in the skyline, you could see peter looking at you and nodding from the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at him.

“you’re so cheesy parker” you laughed, head butting him slightly and he only smiled at you, kissing the top of your head.

“only for you though” he spoke up, wrapping his arm around you so that your head was now on his chest and you were more comfortable. He felt your smile against him and he heard your heartbeat slow down, finally you were relaxing.

Your eyelids grew heavy as the two of you watched the sunset, only sounds of the city surrounding the two of you.

Trying his best to not wake you, he pulled his phone out, checking the time and quickly doing some of his homework while he watched the even rising and falling o your breathing, focusing on your heartbeat to keep him focused. He blew through most of his homework and finished within the hour, letting out a happy sigh as he submitted his last assignment before putting his phone away again.

After a couple minutes more he gently shook you, whispering for you to get up so you two could head back. Your eyes opened, not expecting it to be so dark already, how long had it been?

“you ended up falling asleep on me angel, i didn’t wanna wake you so i just let you sleep” he smiled bashfully and your heart swelled.

“thank you pete, i didn’t realize how tired i was” you yawned, stretching a little and moving so that peter could stand, he quickly reached out his hand to help you up which you gladly took, smiling at him.

“you ready?” He asked and you smiled, clinging onto him and you swung through the backstreets, landing safely back to your building without anyone seeing.

“i took a look at the problems you were stuck on while you slept i think i can help you if you want” he spoke, ruffling his hair back into place as you unlocked your door and let the two of you in.

“yes please I’ve tried everything” you sighed, already frustrated at your chemistry work despite not even opening your laptop yet.

“okay come sit so i can explain” he called out, patting the chair you had on your desk and you quickly obliged, plopping down on the seat and opening your laptop, the problem from earlier staring back at you.

Peter did an amazing job explaining, you were sure that if wasn’t so busy with spidey duties he would be a tutor on the side, thankfully for you he was your personal tutor when you need him most.

With him at your side helping you along you finished your work in what felt like mere minutes, cheering triumphantly as you submitted your work.

You shut your laptop with a smile on your face, immediately turning to peter and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his neck before pulling away and taking his face in your hands, placing quick pecks all over his face and thanking him between kisses.

“if this is the thanks i get can you struggle with chemistry more?” he teased and you laughed at him, giving him one more kiss on his lips and pulling away.

“if i struggle anymore in chem i think i would actually die” you joked and he rolled his eyes at you, “kidding kidding, what good is it to have a genius as a boyfriend if he doesn’t help me with homework am i right” you smiled and he pouted at you.

“is that all you want me for? answers to hard chemistry problems?” he huffed and turned away, crossing his arms.

“baby boy you know i love you for more than your wrinkly brain” you spoke and he turned around, fake gagging at your words. You only rolled your eyes and got up from your seat, taking his hand in yours and plopping on your bed.

soon enough the two of you drifted to sleep, peter holding you tightly and kissing your forehead, happy that he could help his best girl when he needed him most.

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[chaoticparker]

Movie Night

peter parker x reader

w/c: 0.7k

warnings: one lil suggestive joke but its all fluff

summary: You and Peter have a movie night

a/n: let me know what you think <3

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"I got the popcorn in the microwave, did you pick out a movie yet?" You asked as you walked into Peter's room, in which Peter was sitting on his bed with his computer out.

"No, I can't decide between Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Clue, what do you want?" Peter replied. You and Peter recently decided that you would watch one movie from each decade, tonight being 80's, each Friday, because Friday was always May's late day so Peter and you would have the apartment all to yourselves.

"What no Star Wars suggestions tonight? You always ask to watch them." You crossed your arms and Peter just rolled his eyes, "If were to watch Star Wars in chronological order, The Phantom Menace came out in the 90's and if we were to watch it in release order A New Hope came out in the 70's. And I don't want to start with the second or third ones. Isn't obvious?" You and Peter laughed and you sat down next to him on the bed, "No but seriously what do you want to watch?"

"Hmmmm, let's watch Ferris Buller, I already know how Clue ends." You smiled teasingly and Peter placed his hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. You both smiled into the kiss, it was messy and may not be even considered a kiss, but it was fun and sweet.

*Beep* *Beep*

You pulled away and Peter jokingly frowned, "I'll get the popcorn and you set up the movie, 'k?" Peter nodded and as you got up your heard a faint, 'I can't believe I got cocked block by fucking popcorn', from Peter which made you bite back a laugh.

You quickly opened the microwave and then opened the popcorn bag and poured the popcorn into the bowl. You quickly took a handful of popcorn and ate it as you walked back towards Peters room.

When you went through the door you saw Peter snuggly under the covers. When he noticed you standing in the door way, he lifted half of the covers and you slid in next to him. He pressed play on his laptop and you handed him the bowl.

As you watched the movie, you both made commentary on the plot and the characters, and your hands brushed up against each others a lot and it made Peter blush like a middle schooler.

Once the movie was done Peter reluctantly got up and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm gonna clean and put the bowl away, I'll be right back." You hummed in response and tried to work up the courage to actually get up and get changed into your pj's.

Peter was back surprisingly quickly and practically pulled you out of bed. "Come on darling, you need to get up." You got up and peter went over to his closet and pulled out an oversized shirt of his and tossed it to you. "I'll be in the bathroom, just knock when your done."

You turned around and got changed into the super oversized shirt. You knew that the shirt was big on Peter but you didn't realize how big. It was practically a nightgown on you, but as unflattering as it might've been on you, it smelt like Peter which always made you happy.

You've probably have stolen at least 5 sweatshirts from Peter but they have all lost his scent. You and Peter did have a system where you take a few of his sweatshirts, make them smell like you, then give them back to Peter, and the cycled continued. You believed that this the most clique and embarrassing couples thing you both do, but honestly you really did not care, Peter had amazing taste in comfy sweatshirts so Mj's eye roll that she gave you was completely worth it.

You knocked on the bathroom door and Peter swung it open, "all yours, lovely" You moved to do your nightly routine and Peter switch places with you, "I'll meet you in bed." Peter kissed you again and left.

A short time later you left the bathroom and headed to Peters bed. As you entered his room, a small light on his bed side table was on and you could see Peters passed out face and his arms and legs all sprawled out. You gave a light laugh and turned the light off and crawled into the bed. You had too lightly shove Peter to the side which must of slightly woken him up, because he wrapped his arms around you. "Night love."

"night Peter."

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[petersasteria]

C.O.A.P.A - Tom Holland || 2

Title: Chronicles of a Pregnant Assistant Pairing: Platonic!Tom x Assistant!Reader Requested? Nah 1288 words

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DISCLAIMER: *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either products or the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your adventures as Tom Holland’s pregnant assistant.

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Hey, it’s Y/N! I’m sorry for not answering the phone; I’m really busy. Leave a message and I’ll call back. (BEEP)

“Hey, Y/N/N! It’s Tom.” He chuckled. “I know you’re still on maternity leave and you’re probably resting, but I miss you. In fact, we all miss you here at work. It’s so different now without you and I know you’ll be back in two weeks, but I can’t wait! So, I hope you forgive me for visiting you at this ungodly hour after work. See you in a while.” With that, Tom hung up the phone and turned off his car’s engine. He grabbed everything he bought for you and Laurie before getting out of his car and closing the door and locking it.

He walked to your apartment and looked for the emergency key in the plant outside your door. When he found it, he wasted no time in unlocking the door and quietly inviting himself inside. After closing the door behind him, he flips the switch to turn the lights on and sees the mess in your apartment. It surprised him because you were generally a clean and organized person and he knew you weren’t happy with the mess. He wouldn’t want you to be unhappy, but he was also tired from shooting scenes the whole day.

After debating with himself, he finally decided to clean your mess. Having been to your place before, he knew the ins and outs and he knew where things went. He removed his shoes and sock before placing all the things he brought near the front door and started putting things in their proper places.

After an hour everything was in place; all the books were in the shelves, all the wrappers and tissues were in the trash, the pillows were fluffed and neatly arranged as it should on the couch, the coffee table was wiped and everything was dusted, the floor was swept and vacuumed and mopped. The whole thing made Tom tired and just as he was about to sit on the couch, you popped around the corner and saw him.

You were half-asleep and you didn’t know if you were seeing things or not, so you didn’t know if Tom was actually there or if he was just a figment of your imagination.

“Tom? Is that you?” You asked with a hoarse voice. You were squinting because of the bright light and you weren’t exactly presentable. You didn’t expect any visitors, anyway. Your hair was all over the place, you had no bra on, no makeup. You were just wearing a camisole, a bathrobe, pjs and fluffy slippers.

Tom stared at you and just said, “Hey, Y/N.”

You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. The time made you sigh heavily and you took a deep breath before saying, “Please tell me you have a very good reason for coming here at two in the morning.”

“Please tell me you have a very good reason for waking up at two in the morning.” Tom joked.

“Don’t try me, Holland. I’m not in the mood at 2AM. Tell me why you’re here or I’ll call the cops.” You said quietly as you fought to stay awake.

“To be fair, I got here an hour ago, so that means I came here at 1AM which is just an hour after midnight. Anyway, I bought a lot of things for you and Laurie and I just want to show them all to you.”

“That’s very sweet, but why 2AM and not in the morning like a regular person?”

“Because I thought you’d be awake.” Tom admitted shyly. “When you were pregnant, you were awake until 4AM.”

“Yes, but that was before. Now, I sleep whenever Laurie’s asleep and includes n-”

A loud cry interrupted you and you groaned. You JUST put him to sleep an hour and a half ago and Laurie is now awake.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You sighed and rubbed each side of your temples with two of your fingers.

Tom gasped, “That’s the Lord’s name.”

“I’m not in the mood for joking around, Holland.” You said with your eyes closed.

“I know and I’m sorry.” Tom said as he walked towards you to give you a big hug which you happily returned. If the circumstances were different, you would melt into his hug and sleep. But Laurie needed you.

“As much as I want to stay in your warm hug, I can’t. Laurie needs me and he’s cranky because his sleep got cut short.” You pulled away from him.

“Just go to sleep and I’ll take care of it.” Tom said as he planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

“But-”

“Zip it, Y/L/N. Go to your room and go to sleep. I’ll handle Laurie. It’ll be fine. Plus, he needs to know who I am because I’m going to be around a lot.” Tom said as he brought you to your room.

“I’m sure he already knows you. When I was seven months pregnant he used to move around a lot when he would hear your voice, silly. He knows you.” You chuckled lightly before yawning.

“Okay, now go to sleep while I handle Laurie. I’m sorry for coming in at 2AM.” Tom said as you hummed in response before going in your room and closing the door.

Tom went straight to Laurie’s room. He entered the dimly lit room and carried the crying baby in his arms.

“Laurie, it’s me.” Tom whispered. “You made your mum really upset for waking up at this hour, but I told her to go to sleep because she needs it. I’m just here to fill in.” He sat down on the rocking chair and rocked Laurie back and forth.

Laurie’s cries were lessened after a while and Tom just kept talking about his day. Before he knew it, Laurie was fast asleep in his arms. His little snores made Tom giggle as he looked down at the sweet baby’s face. He carefully stood up and put Laurie back in his crib before settling back down on the rocking chair and drifting off to sleep.

Two Weeks Later

Your first day back to work was very weird. Everyone was still treating you as if you were pregnant. You couldn’t really blame them, though. For the whole time working there, you were pregnant, so this was their first time seeing you not pregnant.

“You know, you can hug me normally now, right?” You told Harry after pulling away from his hug. “I have no baby in me anymore, so a regular hug is fine.” You chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I guess you could say that I got used to it.” Harry shrugged and you waved him off, indicating that it wasn’t a big deal.

“If you’re here, where’s the baby?” Raffy, the makeup artist, asked.

“At my parents’ house.” You answered without looking at him. You desperately wanted to catch up with all of the work that you missed and you wanted to know if anything changed while you were away. And if anything has changed, you wanted to get the hang of it now.

“Bring the baby here next time!” Tom said excitedly. “It’ll be really fun and-”

“And he will cry and I will breastfeed and I will put him to sleep and it’ll be tiring for me.” You interrupted. “As much as I want to take Laurie with me, I can’t. I can’t take care of Tom while taking care of Laurie. I can’t handle two babies!” You teased.

“Hey!” Tom exclaimed. “I’m not a baby!” He pouted which made you and Harry roll your eyes.

“Sure, you’re not.” Harry snickered.

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Reblog if you’re generous 🤍 See you in part 3 x

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:  @blueleatherbag @cocoamoonmalfoy @thatforgottenangel @parkerpeter24 @turtoix @slutforsr @givebuckyhisplumsnow @buckys-little-hoe @runawayolives @chewymoustachio @hollandsrecs @sarcasticallywitty15 @yourstrulyamour @juliediggory @lharrietg @alexx-stancati @rumplebutterbaby @dummiesshort @spideyspeaches @thevelvetseries @buckymylove @quxxnxfhxll @marvelsimps @dreamy-clousds

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[fan4196]

Sleepover At The Hospital

Hey everyone here's a fanfic. We hope you like it. Enjoy!

Again thanks to @angry-slytherin :)

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Alex is just about to close little Max, who he has been operating on for the last five hours, when he spots his wife sitting in the galery.

Looking up towards her their gazes meet and he smiles widely under his mask, before he points to her left. Getting his hint she stands up and walks towards the speaker.

"Hey beautiful. I'm just about to close. Do you need anything?" He asks through the intercom, still looking up towards her.

"Yeah no, just wanted to see when you're done." She smiles while pushing the button on the speaker, suddenly grabbing her stomach with her other hand, scrunching her face in pain.

"Dude, what the hell? Talk to me!" Alex voice changes as soon as he sees the pain on his wife's face.

After breathing through it, Jo stands up straight again, pushing the button she let go through out the pain to answer her husband.

"I'm in labor." She answers casually, shaking her head while laughing.

"What? O- ahm ok. Helm! Get over here, you can close. And do the post-ops, please. And I'm off for today, so no one pages me." He orders hectic, already ripping his mask, gown and gloves of but before he walks into the scrub room he turns towards Jo again.

"And you. Sit down, I'm coming!" He orders, pointing towards her; he then turns around and quickly unscrubbs.

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Tossing his used towel into the bin, the door of the scrub room opens and Jo walks in.

"Damn it Jo! I told you to stay in the freaking gallery! I was just about to-" Alex starts as soon as he sees his wife standing in the door but gets interrupted immediately.

"First of all Mister, I'm not a puppet and we are not in 1947 where you can tell me what to do and what not. Secondly, my water just broke up there so I thought walking towards labor and delivery, while you take ages to unscrubb, could be a good idea." She winks at her husband, bending forward as soon as she's finished. Putting one hand on her belly as the other one gripps into the door handle.

Alex immediately clicks into worried dad mode and rushes towards Jo, wrapping his arms around her to stabilize her through the contraction. Whispering into her ear to breath.

As soon as the contraction subsides Jo lets go of the door handle and puts her hands on Alex's cheeks to kiss him.

"Let's go have a baby." She smiles, kissing him one last time before she unravels out of his grip and starts walking out of the room. "Are you coming? Or should I get a wheelchair for you." She chuckels, starring at a frozen Alex. "Alex!" She calls with a hit on his chest.

"Are you sure you are in labor? You are laughing and smiling way too much. It really creeps me out." He answers as he finally follows Jo out of the scrub room towards the elevators.

"I don't know if my wet pants are enough of a sign that I'm in labor, jerk but I like creeping you out." She answers playfully, grapping his hand and pulling him into the elevator.

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On the labor and delivery floor Alex and Jo get admitted into a room and Jo changes out of her scrubs into one of those incredibly sexy hospital gowns. They are now waiting for Carina DeLuca to do Jo's first check-up.

"Hey guy." Carina greets Alex and Jo with a smile as she walks into the room. "I heard another Karev decided to maybe join us today. Let's see how far you are already." Putting on her gloves, Carina checks Jo and looks at them surprised as she finishes her check-up. "Looks like you are already at seven centimeters. It shouldn't be too long until you meet your little bambina." Carina smiles at the two and leaves them again.

"Seven? Since when are you in labor?" Alex askes surprised, looking at his wife in disbelief.

"This morning. I don't know, maybe nine." Jo admits, trying to stand up from the bed but Alex stops her.

"You are in labor since nine and you didn't tell me. You let me do a five hour surgery while you where in labor?" He asks, still not believing his wife.

"The kid needed the surgery and you know how long I was in labor with the twins, I knew it would take some time." She says, again trying to get up from the bed.

"You could have at least told me that you started having contractions." He snortes, still standing in front of Jo, not getting that he's in her way to get up.

"Geez stop crying and help me up already, damn it Alex!" She snaps.

"Sorry." Alex apologizes, grapping her hands to help her up. "What do you wanna do?"

"I want to sit on the yoga ball."

"Ok let me help you." He grabs the ball and brings it to the bed for Jo to sit on. He helps her getting comfortable on it as the door opens and Mer and the twins walk in.

"Hey, here's your bag." Mer puts the bag down on the chair beside the bed.  "And the twins wanted to say good night before I take them home to have their sleepover." The twins are a little shy, not knowing what to think about all the machines and wires that are connected to their mom.

"Come here Peanuts it's ok those machines help to see if the baby is doing ok in mommy's tummy." Alex asures the twins, who immediately run to their mother and hug her.

"Good night mommy. I hope the baby isn't hurting you too much." Their son says as he huggs his mommy's left side, stroking his hand over Jo's belly.

"Will the baby be here when we wake up in the morning?" His sister asks, looking up to her mom.

"We'll see." Jo shnugges her shoulders. "But I promise you as soon as the baby is here daddy will call aunt Mer and she will bring you here again to meet your little sister. Ok?" Jo asks looking from her daughter to her son, who are both nodding. "Alright. Now go and have a nice sleepover with Zola, Bailey and Ellis." Jo untangles her arms from her kids and patts their little butts, which makes the twins giggle. With a good night kiss for each of their parents the twins say their goodbyes and leave again with Meredith.

The next hour flows by uneventfully, with Jo changing from the yoga ball, to the bed, to walking through the room, Alex always near by, which she appreciates. He is the greatest birth partner she could wish for. He has already been a great birth partner at the twins birth but with their birth ending in a c-section, this was a whole new experience now.

The following hour was filled with Alex feeding Jo ice chips, giving her pressure on her hip to reduce the pain and Jo breathing through contractions in Alex's arms.

"I think it's time." Jo admitts quietly, untangling her arms from around Alex's neck.

"Ok let me get Carina, real quick." Alex is already about to spring out the door, when Jo gripps his shirt tight, breathing through the next contraction.

"No Alex, it's too late for that. She's coming. Now!" Jo breathes through the pain, gripping tight onto her husband.

"A-alright. We can do this. Lucky you I once was a member of the vagina-squad, so I know how to birth a baby." Alex jokes with a side grin.

"Shut up and catch you daughter, jerk." Jo snapps at him, as she waits for another contraction to push. Two pushes later Alex puts a tiny, screaming baby on Jo's chest. Grabbing a towel to rubb his daughter clean and to keep her warm on her mom's chest.

"She's perfect, Jo." He grinned, looking at his wife with tears in his eyes.

"She is." Jo answers happyly, watching her husbund marvel over his daughter. "I'm sorry to interrupt your little moment, but now is probably a good time to get Carina." She jokes at her husband.

"Wow you just birthed a human and already tease me. Birth can't be as bad as everyone says when I see you." Alex jokes.

"Shut up and get doctor DeLuca before I go by myself." Jo orders jokingly, patting her daughters butt softly to stop her from crying.

After Carina checked out Jo and the baby and confirms that everything is perfectly fine, Alex is giving his little girl a bath, while Jo takes a well earned nap.

Marveling at the tiny baby in his hand, Alex carefully cleans his daughter's dirty blonde curls with a cloth. She's so perfect, that Alex almost can't believe that she's his. Her blue eyes stare at him while her tiny body is completely relaxed in her daddy's big hand that holds her safely in the warm water. She looks so much like her bigger siblings, but also not. Neither of the older Karev kids have blue eyes or blonde hair, the twins were both born with brown eyes and brown hair. But the smallest Karev was still a perfect mixture of her parents. She inherited Jos eye shape and nose but her ears, mouth and dirty blonde hair are without a doubt Karev.

Alex is just about to dress his little girl and swaddle her into her blanket, when he hears his wife waking up again.

"Hey beautiful. Did you have a good nap?" Alex asks, walking towards the bed with his little bundle in his arm.

"Mmhhh." She answers, trying to sit up but immediately regreting it as pain shoots through her body.

"Careful." Alex says, helping Jo sit up.

"Geez, I forgot how painful bith was." Jo jokes, holding her arms out for her daughter. "But it's so worth it." She smiles down on her beautiful baby girl.

"It is." Alex agrees, stroking one finger over his daughter's cheek while he sits down next to his wife. "Speaking of kids. Should we wake the Peanuts and force Mer to drive them here now or should we wait until tomorrow morning?"

"Well we promised them to call as soon as their baby sister is born, which was an hour ago, soo-"

"Let me call Mer and see if she's still up." Alex graps his phone and calls Meredith, who agrees to wake the twins and bring them.

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Half an hour later two very excited twins in pj's run through the door.

"Hi mommy." They greet their mommy as they climb onto the bed to sit by their mom who has their little sister in her arms.

"Hi Peanuts. Look who's finally here." Jo lays the baby down on her legs for the twins to have a better few.

"She's so cute." Emery says happyly, hugging her mother's site.

"Can I touch her, mommy?" Parker asks looking up to his mom, waiting for permission.

"Sure. Do you want to hold her?" Jo asks her son who looks at her with big eyes.

"Yes!" He answers excited, with a big grin.

Showing her son how to hold his arms first, Jo places the sleeping baby in Parkers arms.

"It's good we practiced with our dolls at home, right Park?" His sister comments as she watches her brother hold the baby, making the adults laugh. Alex takes some pictures of his son holding his little sister, before Jo places the baby in Emery's waiting arms. Alex again snappes some pictures to satisfy his wife, before he sits down on the bed too.

"What's her name mommy?" Parker asks, watching his two sisters with the same sparkle in his eyes as his dad has.

"Well after a long discussion with your daddy I couldn't convince him on our favorite name. So it's not Donut Tinkerbell Karev, I'm sorry guys." Jo shrunks, hiding her laugh.

"Daddy why? It's such a fun name." Parker protests, crossing his arms as he looks at his dad.

"Sorry dude, but I'm not naming your little sister after your favorite food and Emy's favorite Disney character." Alex shrunks, while he has to hide his laugh too.

"Then what's her name instead?" Emery asks, looking up from the baby in her arms.

"It's Eden Alexandra Karev." Jo announces with a smile, connecting eyes with Alex who's happyly smiling too.

"That's a fun name too, I guess." Parker answeres, erupting into laughter as soon as Jo starts tickling him.

The twins marvel over their baby sister for another twenty minutes until Mer is ready to take them home again. But the kiddos disagree, wanting to stay with their parents and new baby sister.

"What do you think about a sleepover here?" Jo ask them. "Daddy can probably organize some beds for you to sleep in and we can have a family sleepover at the hospital." Jo adds, trying to find a compromise.

The twins agree excited. And they end up having their sleepover at the hospital as a family of five.

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[lyssismagical]

wrong numbers and a knight in shining armor (or a red t-shirt)

Just an itsy bitsy idea. No Powers AU. TW for being followed?? 

Peter had never really worried about his well-being in a place like Queens. Sure, crime was almost always high and it was hard to walk to school without getting at least a little bit antsy with all the people, unable to tell who’s good and who might draw a weapon if you step too close. But Queens had always been home.

Growing up, Peter had never shied away from playing outside or walking to the park on his own, he’d never been afraid of the man who’d sat outside their building for six months, quiet and carrying a switchblade, he’d never really thought twice about being a defenseless kid in New York.

He’s seventeen now, still as defenseless as he was a little kid, when he feels real, pure fear for the first time.

It’s late, granted, later than he’d normally be out and about anyways, but he’d gotten caught up at Flash’s house with Academic Decathlon, prepping for a competition. All the other kids had gotten rides home from their parents except for Peter and Cindy, but she lived only a block or so away. Peter walked her home anyways, sensing her worry about walking home at night.

Now, he’s alone, walking the fifteen blocks by himself at nearly one in the morning. He makes it four before he notices he’s being followed.

He purposefully stops and picks up the pace to see if the man will move past him or leave, but he follows his every move from a few houses back.

He’s being followed.

On instinct, he reaches for his phone, needing to call MJ or Flash who aren’t far from him to come save him, but it’s dead. He hadn’t bothered asking to borrow a charger at Flash’s house because he didn’t think he’d need to.

But when he puts his phone back in his pocket, his hand hits his wallet which makes his change jingle.

A payphone.

There’s not as many payphones in the city as there once was, but Peter’s sure he passed at least one on the way to Flash’s house. It’s a better option than just walking home when that man could get bored and jump him at any second.

He picks up the pace, not wanting to spook the guy but needing to make as much distance as possible.

His breaths are coming too fast, chest heaving, and he shivers, though he’s not sure if it’s from the cold or from the fear that’s settled frigid in his veins.

Three more blocks later, he sees the phonebooth, blue and with a little light like a beacon.

He slips into the booth, tucking himself in the corner, trying not to stare at the man as he stops a few buildings away and leans against a brick wall.

MJ. He’ll call MJ. Flash might laugh at him, Ned lives too far, May’s working, Tony’s on a mission. Plus, nobody’s as scary as MJ is.

His hands are shaking as he dials the number, white-knuckling the phone. He cradles it against his ear, nearly sobbing in relief when the dialing stops and the phone’s answered.

“Hello?”

Except that’s not MJ. It’s a man’s voice, low and gravely and distinctly southern.

“Oh shit, sorry, I- I guess I called the wrong number. I- I’m sorry. I’ll, um, I’ll let you go,” Peter stutters out, reaching for his wallet and more coins to call again, but he comes up empty handed. He only had enough for one call.

“Wait,” the guy says, uncertain and worried. “You sound rattled. Everything okay?”

Peter glances over his shoulder at where the man is very slowly slinking closer to his phone booth and Peter lets out a scared squeak, fear gripping his chest. “There’s this guy and he’s been following me for like five blocks now and I- I’m really scared. Really fucking scared. I have another seven blocks to get home and I don’t- I was trying to call my friend to come walk me home but I guess I forgot- I don’t know- I guess I misdialed and I don’t have anymore change.”

“You want me to call the cops for you? Where are you?”

“71st and Bow Street, Queens? New York?”

The boy on the other end of the line hums. “Well, I don’t know how much you really want another stranger approaching you tonight, but I’m actually staying with a friend right near where you are. If you stay put, I can make it to you in less than fifteen minutes.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” the boy says with a little laugh. He sounds genuinely worried about Peter which warms his chest. “As long as you’re okay with that. I don’t want to freak you out more. I can always call your friend for you or the police for you.”

Peter lets out another breathy sob, relieved but still shaking with fear. “No, it’s okay. If you don’t mind coming to get me, I’d really be okay with that.”

“Okay. I’m wearing jeans and a bright red t-shirt, and I’ve got blond hair. Just under six feet. My name’s Harley Keener. That way, nobody can try to impersonate me if someone gets there before me,” he laughs. “I’ll be there in fifteen, ‘kay?”

“Thank you,” Peter breathes. “See you in fifteen.”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call, but Peter doesn’t let go of the phone, keeping it pressed against his ear and nodding as though Harley’s still talking to him. He figures it’s safer to pretend he’s talking to somebody. That way, hopefully the man will stay back while he waits.

As soon as he sees a mop of curly blond hair and a bright red t-shirt, jogging up the street towards the phone booth, Peter’s knees give out.

Harley slows down, squaring his shoulders and sending a calm look over at the man who glares at Peter before slinking down the street.

“Is it okay if I come over there?” Harley calls out softly, hands lifted in defense.

Peter nods quickly, crying a little harder, more in relief and being safe than anything else. He doesn’t think he could stand up yet, knees still weak and hands trembling. Harley moves quickly to tug the phonebooth door open and he slides down to his knees, easy smile on his face.

“He’s gone. Don’t think he’ll want to come back now that he’s outnumbered. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” Peter barely manages to choke out, reaching out to catch Harley’s hand, needing the extra piece of comfort. “Thank you for coming to get me. I don’t- I don’t know what I would’ve done-”

Harley smiles, squeezing Peter’s hand before he’s standing up, carefully tugging Peter up with him. “It’s all good, no need to thank me. It’s the least I could do. Come on, up we get.”

Under the streetlight, Peter can properly see Harley. He’s young, probably Peter’s age, if he had to guess, tall and strong with blond curls and the brightest blue eyes Peter’s ever seen. He’s got his easy smile, all soft and special like each smile is more important than the last.

It makes Peter feel incredibly self-conscious of his no doubt puffy face and red eyes and still trembling hands in the aftermath.

“You want me to walk you home? And feel free to say no, I won’t take it harshly,” Harley says, not an ounce of any negativity in his voice, just sweet.

“You want to walk me home?” Peter echoes uncertainly, but he’s still clinging to Harley’s hand, still glancing around nervously like every shadow is out to get him. “It’s seven blocks from here if you’re okay with that.”

Harley grins, squeezing his hand. “It would be my honor to walk you home.”

“I’m, uh, I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, lead the way!”

 They talk all the way home, all seven blocks, hand-in-hand like they’ve known each other for more than an hour. Harley keeps everything light, making jokes and telling stories about his little sister and his hometown and his mom, the friend he’s staying with in the area, Gwen, and in return, Peter talks about his aunt and about his friends and Academic Decathlon.

By the time they make it to Peter’s apartment building, Peter doesn’t really want to say goodbye to Harley. The last thing he wants to do is make Harley uncomfortable, but he also desperately doesn’t want to spend the next few hours alone in his apartment building. He won’t be able to sleep and the anxiety is still thrumming through him.

“Listen, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me tonight when you didn’t have to, and I don’t want to take up all your night, but…”

“But?” Harley prompts, never losing his smile and tightening his grip on Peter’s hand.

“Would you wanna come up for a coffee? Or a snack? I just- I don’t really want to be alone and you make me feel safe and I’m- I’m rambling, sorry. You probably want to go home, not spend your night with a wrong number-”

Harley lets out a little laugh. “I’d love to come up with you. As long as you want me, I’m here.”

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[phoebehalliwell]

11

11: Which OC of yours do you think is the most similar to you? Which OC is the most different? Why?

That is a really good question. hmm lemme lay em all out in front of me. wyatt chris melinda kat tamora henry pj parker peyton dency dove penn warren sheridan jenny keyboards monica luz ale effie. those are the ones i think i’ve got the most for.

one i’m most similar too um. sheridan. dumb. hot but no bitches bc he’s fucked in the head. creative type. blond man. that’s me!! idk other contenders are henry but he’s smarter than me dency but she’s more reckless than i am parker but she’s braver than me effie but she has wayy more energy than i do and pj but she like. she’s liked by too many people one never needs to be likes by that many people imo it’s a shade more fun to be an aquired taste you know what can i say im not like the other girls im quirky owu. for legal purposes that last bit is a joke. i am like the other girls and thats bc the girls are fun and beautiful and have great taste. ily girls.

the one i’m least like. keyboards is an option, bc he’s very rational and excellent at playing nice, great at not causing a scene. peyton’s an option bc she doesn’t really like meddling and i Love meddling. warren is an option bc he’s good and school and burns through lovers like nobody’s business. but honestly? probably penn. i could never hold it together for that long. like. yes she’s letting herself be walked over but it’s because she’s strong enough not to bite back because she knows she serves a greater purpose and is willing to let herself be raked across the coals for the betterment of society or whatever. i am too much of a bitch and i am too easily provoked. i could not do that. i could not pretend to be normal for that long i would have (and did lol) broken at age 11 and gone apeshit. this ones for the crazy gurrllls 😝 don’t worry tho. penn will eventually snap. she’s gotta. otherwise from a narrative stance she is simply too boring i mean her whole thing is stagnation. and it’s impressive. and i love penn because on that deep inside i kinda identify with her. but she’s not like me i don’t have that strength nor the empathy nor the martyr complex to do that shit

#this is a really fun one! #tho ngl i feared getting it bc like. god that's holding up a mirror amirite lads? lol #fun game if ur interested send me which character u id w most & why and then i will give oyu life advice #oh send me ur star signs too sun big three big six full chart whatever #but send me ur self id character and astro stuff and i will offer u sage advice <3 #💌

[simpforfictionalboys]

You have got to be joking- part 2

Part 1

Spidey: Hey, so now that I know where you live I was wondering if I could pick you up. 

I mean like take you to school.

You know since we go to the same school, and I thought it might be fun.

If you don’t want to that is okay but I was just wondering.

You smiled as you looked at the text messages that Peter left for you, he left probably sometime around 12 after doing team bonding that he didn’t know that he was missing out on. 

You were almost 100 percent sure that he ran home to tell Ned how he spent the whole night with the Avengers. 

A small part of you was worried that he was going to tell Ned about who you truly were but you trusted him.

You: You do know that you are an official Avenger now and that you are expected to be here in about- 15 minutes for training?

You could almost sense the panic that went through him as you knew he read the text probably scrambling to get his school stuff before heading to the tower to train. 

What you didn’t tell him was that training mostly consisted of Steve making you run until you pass out on the ground. 

“Hey, Kiddo. Your mom told me to remind you that you have training. Is Underroos on his way yet? Steve is getting excited to get to train with another person as strong as him other than Bucky.”

Dad peeked his head through the door looking over to where you stood still in your PJ’s sitting cross legged on your bed. 

“Oh yeah. I just told him right now he is probably half-way across town already. Wanda and I are waiting until 6 to train. We are mainly just going to blow stuff up in the back of the tower.” 

Your father rolled his eyes before urging you to get ready. Throwing on a pair of high wasted jean shorts and a t-shirt you threw your hair up heading down the elevator to Wanda’s floor.

“Wanda! Are you ready?” You asked looking around the corner to see your friend sitting in regular sweats and a baggy t-shirt. “We seriously aren’t going to do this right?” You begged your friend hoping she would be nice for the day.

“No. Our training today is making pancakes.” You thanked the gods (Well except for Loki and Thor) and ran after her to the kitchen.

***

“Why does it smell like fire in here?” You had no idea. It certainly wasn’t the batter of the 20 different consistency of pancakes that you tried to heat with your powers (Electricity) while Wanda attempted to do the same thing.

You both had probably 15 pancakes that were edible out of the 50 that you made.

“Shut up, Sam.” You snarled back to the soldier behind you who swiped one of the good pancakes that Wanda had actually cooked using a pan. “No one asked for your opinion.” 

“I’m sure they aren’t that bad.” You picked up one of them that you had made immediately spitting it out. It wasn’t cooked what so ever.

“Thor, I made some just for you!” You yelled out hoping that he wasn’t in the room when you spit it out

“I’m good, Lady Stark.” He ducked under your gaze as he sat down at the table next to Bucky swiping another one of the pan cooked ones.

“Miss Stark, Happy is waiting for you.” You cursed forgetting about school for a moment before ushering your way down to the training room knowing that Steve would be there still working with Peter.

What you didn’t expect to see was a shirtless Peter sparring with Captain America. Sure the sparring part you were used to the but the shirtless part- you took your gaze off of him no matter how hard it was.

“Steve, I’m going to have to take Peter from you. Some of us are still in High School.” You told him as you saw Peter spring up from the spot he was at mutter something to Steve and then rush over to you.

It was hard to keep your gaze up as he came over closer to you before throwing back on his shirt and then picking up his school bag.

Handing him the plate of Wanda’s pancakes you pointed over to the men’s locker room and he wordlessly went in.

Coming out a couple of minutes later it looked like he ran in the shower- you tried not to think to much about it as you showed him the way up to Happy’s car.

“You do that every morning?” He looked at you shocked as you laughed.

“No. I workout with Nat after school 3 days a week- usually sparring. I mostly just work on my powers with Wanda in the mornings and blow stuff up.” 

He looked over jealous to you as you gave him a sly smile before sliding into the car parked in front of the tower- Happy waiting eagerly.

“Y/n, we are la- Peter? Why are you here?” Happy looked over to the man sitting next to me questionably.

“He had his first day of training today. You didn’t tell me that Spider-man went to the same school as me, Hap.” You nicked at your godfather who gave you a look of- too bad.

The car ride consisted of Peter freaking out occasionally as well as you playing around with Happy.

As soon as we got to school you had to yank him out of the car as he was ogling all of the things that the car had inside of it including a portable version of FRIDAY.

“Bye, Happy!” You yelled into the car before lugging Peter out of the car and into the school.

“Hey, Y/n. Lookin’ good today.” Less than a couple of minutes later after Flash winked at me he looked over to Peter. “Sup’ Dick-wad.” The groan that came from Peter made you give him a weird look.

“How do you not punch him into the wall every time he does that.” You mutter under your breath before putting an arm around his forearm bringing him closer to you.

He seemed a little shocked by the touch but soon became more comfortable as a smile appeared on his face. 

“Because I would rather stay here at school.” 

“Too nice, remember when he called you Penis Parker a couple of months ago and he accidentally got a textbook to the face?” The look that crossed Peter’s face was something that you didn’t forget.

“You amaze me.” You laughed before walking into the school smiling and greeting people around you. You were kind of popular in school but you chose to hang out with Peter. 

He was kind.

You cursed at the temperature change as you tried to get warmth into your skin at the drop in temperature.

Before you knew it one of your school sweatshirts was dropped into your arms from Peter who was smiling down at you. And you thought for one second that he may like you back.

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[marvelmadam08]

Meanwhile, In Quarantine...

Part of 100 Days of Marvel

Prompt 7: Well which is it? I’m getting nervous. // Prompt 79: You just ignored rule one through five. // Prompt 39: We’re gonna die here. // Prompt 11: I remind myself murder, even attempted, is illegal.

A/N: I’m on day seven or nine (honestly I lost count) of my quarantine, and I am slowly loosing my mind. Then I thought ‘What would the Avengers do during this quarantine?

~~~~~

One Week Earlier

“Miss (Y/N), Mr. Stark is calling for a mandatory team meeting in the common area.” Friday announces to you, interrupting your workout

“Right now?” you huffed out

“Yes, he says it’s urgent.”

You were the last to show up, annoyed and sweaty. Nat seemed to be the only other one who looked as annoyed as you, with her hair wrapped in a towel. Bucky, Sam and Steve lounged on the couch, while Clint was sharpening his arrows. Wanda and Vision stood off to the side to themselves. Thor sat next to Peter, who was hunched over his homework and Bruce stood next to Tony by the muted television displaying the news.

“Everyone here?” Tony pointed to everyone “Good, well I’m not sure if you all heard about this whole ‘virus’ that’s going around.”

“The Coronavirus?” Steve asked

“That’s the one,” Bruce nods “there have been a few cases popping up throughout the city, as well as the country, and within the next few days the entire country is going to be on mandatory quarantine.”

“Quarantine?” Peter spoke up “Like we can’t leave the country?”

“No, as in you can’t leave your house. And that includes The Compound and Tower as well.”

The room erupted in numerous hisses of disagreement. 

“Half of us don’t even need to be in quarantine.” Nat stated loudly

“Yeah, stupid super soldiers.” you muttered

“That’s uncalled for.” Bucky gave you a stink eye 

“Doesn’t matter, we’re being order by the government and Fury to stay put.” Tony tells you all “Parker, I’m only gonna say this once, you to stay put. No school, no parties, no dates.”

“But here at The Compound would be more ideal, seeing as it’s away from the city.” Bruce adds softly

“So we’re stuck here?” Wanda asks “For how long?”

“Well they say the quarantine could last between two weeks to two months.”

“Well which is it? I’m getting nervous.” Sam unmuted the TV

‘....stores have already begun to run out of water, toilet paper, and even baby wipes...’

Day 1

You, Wanda and Laura (Clint’s wife) were organizing the last of the quarantine supplies. Clint couldn’t stomach the idea of not being with them during the whole pandemic, so he asked to bring them up until everything blew over.

“Okay so the kitchen is fully stocked, all the cleaning supplies are put away.” Wanda sighed “It’s kind of scary, how everyone is reacting out there.”

“Yeah, I had to wrestle some hand sanitizer from some grown woman wearing a face mask and rubber gloves.” Laura admits

“I wish I could’ve seen that, since you had Nate strapped to your chest.” 

“Speaking of, I should go check on him.” 

Just as Laura walked out, Steve, Bucky and Peter walked in with large pizzas in their hands.

“This is the last of take out for the next few weeks. Enjoy it while it lasts.” Steve tells us

Everyone swarmed for their chosen slices before gravitating towards the TV to get an update on the quarantine. You were instructed to stay inside, only to leave unless it was absolutely necessary, and then return back to respective homes. Keep your contact with other people down to a minimum, and overall to sanitize and wash often. 

“This is what I do on a regular basis.” Bucky scoffed

“Same.” Wanda and Nat chimed in

“This is gonna be so cool, like one big party.” Peter clapped

A few of the other groaned at Peter’s optimism.

“The kid is right,” Tony agreed “most times we’re on missions for weeks at a time. How is this any different?”

“He does make a point.” Vision nods “And surely there’s enough room for everyone to find their own thing.”

Day 4

You glared at Bucky, who was tapping his pen against his teeth, while trying to figure out the crossword puzzle in front of him. You were trying to do silent yoga, silent being the key word.

“Barnes, can you stop that?” you said through your teeth

“Stop what?” he paused

“Tapping the pen on your teeth.”

“It helps me think. Why aren’t you in the gym?”

“Because I can’t take Steve and Nat talking smack when they spar each other. And Sam is playing his music too loud, and his room is next to mine.”

“And it’s the tapping that bothers you?”

“Forget it.” you closed you eyes again and worked on tuning Bucky out

Tony hurried in, scanning around the room “Has anyone seen Parker? I can’t find him and neither can his aunt. (Y/L/N)?”

“Shh, doing silent yoga.” You hushed “And no, I haven’t.”

“He left.” Clint spoke from above the rest of you. There was a small whirling noise, and metal scrapping against more metal, then Clint and his daughter poked their head out from the vent above us.

“What do you mean he left?”

“He said something about building a death star.” The younger Barton, Lila, answered

“Friday, override and track the kid’s phone for me.” 

“Of course Mr. Stark.”

Tony turned his attention to the TV, tapping on his phone and started to call Peter over video. At this point you gave up on silent yoga and just laid out on the mat. Peter’s face popped up on the screen but he wasn’t looking at his phone 

“Trust me, they don’t even know I’m gone.” he told someone off screen 

“Hello Mister Parker.” Tony waves

“Mr. Stark!” He hurried to pick up his phone “Hey, hi... um that’s so funny I was just about to come down to the lab, from my room.... which is where I am.... right now.”

“Oh you’re in your room? Not at Ned’s place building legos?”

He paused “No? I just got so bored! And there were so many rules to just stay in.”

“There were six rules max, and you just ignored rule one through five!”

“Are you sure he’s not your kid?” you chuckled

Day 7

“Twenty-three bottles of pop on the wall.” Sam half sung, eyelids closed, while rocking Nate to sleep

Steve and Bucky were each cuddling a plush stuffed animal on the floor. Morgan ran back and forth between poking Steve with a wooden spoon and the spot where she had a pile of cookies waiting on a plate. And Lila and Cooper were on their phones, headphones in, and not paying attention to their surroundings.

“What the hell you guys?” Nat groaned

“Ooh Auntie Nat said a bad word.” Morgan giggled

“Hey Monster.”

“Auntie (Y/N)!” Morgan jumped over Bucky and ran over to climb up your side until she reached your shoulders. “Guess what, I got to have cookies and chicken nuggets, gummies and a bunch of soda.”

“Nat? (Y/N)?” Bucky lifted his head from the floor, a flattened gummy beard on the other side of his cheek “Please tell me the others are back too.”

“On the contrary, Clint and Tony wanted to know if you wouldn’t mind watching the kids a little while longer.” Nat went to relieve Sam from baby duty “Tony talked to the mayor and got her to extend the quarantine curfew for their double date night.”

The three men groaned, you swore you saw a tear in Steve’s eye.

“We’re gonna die here.” Sam curled into a ball 

“Why did we agree to babysit?” Steve spoke into the stuffed penguin he held 

“Nat, maybe we should help them out.” You held Morgan tightly while she flipped upside down from your shoulders “They’re only men.”

“When the Earth spins, how do we know when we’re upside down?” Morgan poked you in the back 

“Tell you what, clean up your mess, we’ll go get in our pj’s and then I’ll tell you.” you carefully set her back down on the floor, she ran off, picking up her toys and stray snacks 

“Coop, Lila, your homework better be done, because if I have to check myself-.” Nat started. 

They jumped up from their seats and rushed out the room, Steve looked up at you and Nat in awe, Nate fast asleep in her arms.

“How did you-”

“We have a way with kids, don’t take it personally.” 

“Done!” Morgan cheered before pulling at your arm “Can we get in our pj’s now?”

Nat chuckled “Let’s go princess, (Y/N) will meet us there. You can help me get Nate ready for bed.”

Morgan took Nat’s free hand and skipped along side her. You took the stuffed animals and blankets from the guys.

“How did four children manage to out-do two super soldiers and a former air force vet?” you asked

“They’re small, but stealthy.” Sam yawned “Morgan has been asking us that spinning Earth question for hours.”

“I tried to explain how the Earth rotates but she told me I was wrong.” Bucky added

“Oh, it’s a joke. How do you know when the Earth turned upside down?” you paused, waiting for one of them to guess the answer “Fall time.”

Day 12

“What is this called again?” Thor points to Peter’s phone screen

“Twitter.” 

“Twitter? Like the sound a bird makes? Oh and there’s a symbol of a bird there.” he laughed “Humans are so creative. Tell me Son of Stark, what is Twitter’s purpose?”

“Uh.... basically you just post whatever’s on your mind.” Peter handed over his phone to Thor “Sometimes people will like it, and retweet it, or leave a comment.”

“Please tell me you didn’t make Thor a Twitter page.” You spared a glance from your book

“He asked me to show him. What’s the worse that could happen?”

One Hour Later

“Who gave Thor a Twitter page?” Steve marched into the kitchen

You immediately point to Peter.

“He wanted to know about social media. I didn’t think it’d do any harm.” Peter blurted out

“What did he do?” You asked

“He keeps posting.” Steve scrolled through the tablet in his hand “Things like ’What is black twitter?’, ‘poptarts and coffee’, ‘Just noticed how Director Fury sounds like the freeze man in this Disney movie’, ‘Over heard Natasha and Wanda judging who had the best ass. Barnes or Rogers. Clearly it’s me’ He’s trending.”

“Steve it’s harmless fun, he’s excited to be apart of Midgard culture.” you dismissed “Or are you upset because you weren’t voted for the best bum?”

“You should see his latest, and most liked, tweet.” Steve handed the tablet to you with a smirk

“‘Pretty sure (Y/N) and Barnes are dating. How else do you explain their sexual tension?’ I’m gonna kill you Parker.” You went to grab Peter but Steve pulled you away at the last second

“You don’t mean that.” Peter started to back out of the kitchen “Do you?”

“Who gave Thor a Twitter?” Bucky spoke from the other room

“I can give you a ten second head start.” Steve warns Peter

Day 15

“I can’t take this anymore, no missions, no take out, I can’t even go get a freaking smoothie.” You paced from one end of your room to the other “I thought this thing was only suppose to be two weeks.”

“Well Tony said two weeks or two months.” Bucky lounged on your bed, playing with the rubic’s cube “Looks like it’s gonna be two months.”

“How are you staying calm?”

“I remind myself murder, even attempted, is illegal. Plus I’ve been in isolation most of my adult life, so this doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Right.” you said softly “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m complaining about being stuck in here, for my health when you’ve had it way worse.”

“Hey,” he caught your hand and pulled you closer “Don’t apologize, I know you didn’t mean any harm. And you tend to get cabin fever when we go on long surveillance missions. These next few days are gonna fly by, trust me.”

He trailed his hands up and down your arms, traveling to your waist and under your shirt.

“Uh-huh Barnes, not again.” you pulled away slightly “Vision and Wanda almost caught us last time.”

“Because you weren’t quiet.” he kissed up your torso

“No, because you dragged me into a linen closet for wearing shorts.”        

Bucky gave you a small pout “I’m from the 1940′s doll, I fantasized about your calves when I first met you. And that we’re... is this considered dating or are we just messing around during the lock down?”

“I hope this means we’re dating.” you combed his hair back with your fingers “I’m not the kind of girl that you hump and dump.”

“Hump and what?”

You chuckled “Nevermind.” You straddled his waist, he gripped yours a little tighter “So Sergeant, you gonna take me on a date after this quarantine?”

“I’ll take you to Rome as long as you keep calling me ‘Sergeant’ doll.” he left soft kisses on your neck

“Mmm.” 

“(Y/N).” Steve knocked on your door “Have you seen Bucky? I’m looking for him.”

“Nope, haven’t seen him.” Bucky pulled your shirt over your head, and tried to add to the bite marks he left the other day, but Steve wasn’t letting up.

“You know where he might be?”

You rolled your eyes and made Bucky stop “Have you checked the garage?”

“Why would he be in the garage?”

“Steve, pal, can it wait?” Bucky shouted “I kinda got my hands full in here.”

“Oh.” You could only imagine how red Steve’s face was at that moment. 

“You are horrible James Barnes.” you giggled

“Sergeant.” he corrected you in a low growl

“Sergeant.” you brought your lips down to his, quickly fighting for dominance in the kiss. Bucky flipped you over, the bed squeaking under your shared weight

“Uh- should I go now?” Steve asked

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[negasonicteenagemess]

sunflower soulmate peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Request:  Hi I’m not sure if you are still taking requests and this is my first request. Can you write a Peter Parker one where the reader and him are best friends and during the school day she grabs his hand and starts doodling on it. And idk he asks her out and they kiss or something. Please and Thank You

No FFH Spoilers 

I made it a soulmate thing, I hope that’s alright. Also it’s eight in the morning and I haven’t slept so editing is sub par 

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“In Greek mythology,” Y/N explained as she licked the ice cream off her spoon. “Humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. Zeus was afraid of the power that they had so, he split them in half.”

Her friends sat at the table in the ice cream shop around her, stunned by the information. “Woah,” Peter whispered, as he scooped more of the frozen treat onto his spoon.

“That’s dark,” MJ stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/N nodded in agreement, cleaning her mouth with a napkin, “yeah, so they’d spend the rest of their lives looking for each other. It’s sad.”

“Some people now think that your soulmate shares the same atoms as you but were kinda split during the big bang or something,” Ned furthered, playing with his spoon.

MJ scoffed, “the idea of soulmates as a whole seems just plain ole sad.” Peter decided to interject with his opinion, “I don’t think it’s sad. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, knowing that someone is completely in love with you and devoted to only you. It’s amazing.”

Ned chuckled, “okay Peter, no need to get sappy on us.” His three friends laughed as his cheeks turned red.

“It’s cute though,” Y/N teased, taking another spoonful of ice cream. His cheeks only got redder at the comment.

He froze when he heard sirens down the street. “Um, I just forgot, May needed me to… go shopping. I gotta go. See ya tomorrow,” he grabbed his backpack and ran out before any of them could reply.

“He’s so weird,” MJ stated as she finished off her ice cream. “Yeah,” Y/N agreed absentmindedly.

On the walk home from the ice cream shop, Y/N couldn’t help but think about her soulmate. Would he be tall? Does he live in New York? Is he cute? As all of these thoughts crossed her mind, she watched as bruises formed on her knuckles.

This has been a common thing recently, getting her soulmates cuts and bruises. They didn’t last very long and didn’t hurt much but in Y/N’s mind, she thought he was either a cop or in some weird fight club. Hopefully a cop though.

All of her previous questions were obviously left unanswered as she opened the door to her apartment. She went to do her homework, finishing it so she didn’t have to stay up all hours of the night. She contemplated for a moment as she did the school work before taking her pen and etching something across her hand.

Whenever her soulmate gave the two of them bruises, she’d doodle around the markings with more peaceful things, and most of the time it was flowers. She drew stems all around her knuckles, with cute little squiggles of sunflowers all around.

She capped the pen, extending her hand to admire her work. Y/N felt like something was missing from it, so she uncapped her pen and wrote a little note.

stay safe :)

She didn’t expect a reply, but she soon felt a small pressure on her hand, right under where she wrote.

always try <3

She beamed at the response as butterflies filled her stomach. Definitely something a person in a fight club wouldn’t say.

Her phone vibrated from the place on the bed soon after her small encounter with her soulmate. It was a text from Peter.

hey wanna come over later to watch a movie or something?? They just added a bunch of stuff on netflix

Y/N smiled, quickly typing on the small screen.

yeah sure!! i’ll bring the popcorn. what time?

She sat patiently, waiting for her best friend to respond to the message.

twenty minutes okay with you? He texted back. Y/N replied with a thumb’s up emoji, already putting all of her school stuff away. She switched into her pj’s, as it was tradition for the two of them to wear night clothes to their movie marathons.

She stood in the mirror, messing with her hair and lost in her thoughts. She always thought Peter was cute, but she knew somewhere in her heart that it was wrong to think of someone like that who wasn’t her soulmate.

Y/N sighed, washing off the ink she had previously written so she wouldn’t have to explain it all to Peter. She was secretive about her soulmate, enjoying the fact that it was something only the two of them shared.

As if her soulmate had the same idea, the ink that he had written was slowly disappearing. She dried her hands and decided it was time to go to her friend’s house.

She walked through her apartment and went to the kitchen in search of the microwavable popcorn. Grabbing a couple bags, she left her home and went to the door across from hers, knocking a few times.

The cheerful face of Peter Parker appeared. He was clad in grey sweatpants and a blue Midtown shirt. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, opening the door for her to step through. “Hi,” she replied back, waving the bags of popcorn in her hand as she walked into the Parker residence. “I would’ve made them at my place, but I was just so excited to see you,” she commented sarcastically.

Peter chuckled, grabbing the bags from her hand, “well the excitement is reciprocated as it is an absolute joy to see you again.”

Y/N laughed at his fake posh voice, plopping down on the couch as he made the popcorn. “Is May here?” She asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly.

“Nah, she had to work,” he replied, popping noises coming from his microwave. “Do you want something to drink?” He shouted from the fridge.

“Water please,” she replied, dragging out the last word. Peter soon appeared next to her with arms full of candy and two hands filled with drinks. A glass of water and a can of coke.

“Ya know they used to put cocaine in that shit,” she stated, sipping the clear liquid. Peter, already in the kitchen, scoffed, “no they didn’t.”

“They did. Coca is the plant that makes cocaine. Look it up,” she teased as he stayed silent for a minute.

“Oh shit,” he muttered as google answered his question. “Wasn’t that like, illegal or something?”

“I don’t know man. The 1900s were a weird time,” she stated as he came back with a big bowl of popcorn.

He turned the tv on, going straight to Netflix. “Scott Pilgrim?” He asked, shoveling popcorn in his mouth. Y/N turned to look at him at the strangeness, and he mirrored her actions. “Scott Pilgrim?” He questioned again; his mouth full and a playful tone gracing his voice. She laughed and nodded her head as he coughed from laughing, and choking, as well.

“You’re an idiot,” she giggled, her throat feeling itchy for some reason, but she ignored it.

He drank his soda, making sure to clear his throat, “shut up.” He was blushing. Y/N shook her head as he started the movie, acting as if nothing just happened.

“Can you imagine that?” Peter asked halfway through the film, tossing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. Y/N quirked a brow as she took a handful of candy, “what?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “living in a universe where you don’t have a soulmate.” Y/N let out a breath, “sounds rough. Finding love on your own and all.” He nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coke.

As the second movie they watched progressed, Y/N completely forgot the title of it as her eyes got more and more droopy. By the time the movie ended, the popcorn was long gone with all of the candy and she was asleep against Peter’s shoulder.

He looked at her longingly before letting out a sigh and wrapping his arm around her. “This universe is a nightmare,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He heard a jingle of keys before the door to the apartment opened revealing May.

“Hey Peter,” she greeted loudly, placing her purse on a nearby table. May looked at her nephew to see him holding a finger to his lips. “Oh, is she asleep?” She asked quietly, walking towards the boy and his friend.

He nodded his head before diverting his attention back to the girl next to him, as she moved a bit in her sleep. May looked between Peter and Y/N, understanding the look in his eyes was eerily similar to the look her late husband used to give her.

“You like her, don’t you?” She questioned with a smirk, leaning on the back of the couch. His eyes widened as he immediately went to deny her claims. But when he saw the look on her face, he knew he couldn’t lie.

“I-I,” he sighed as he tried to piece his thoughts together, “I can’t. And I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help it, May. She’s always there for me.”

His eyes were glossy as he let out a breath, glad to finally express how he feels. “I don’t know what it is about her. She’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

May smiled, remembering the feeling, “even better than Spider-Man?” Peter let out a soft chuckle, careful not to wake the girl up.

“I would give up being Spider-Man any day just for her,” he stated quietly, brushing the hair off of her face.  

“But I can’t do this to my soulmate. It’s wrong. And I don’t know what to do,” his voice wobbled as he wiped his free hand over his face.

May put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “you just gotta wait Pete. You’ll meet your soulmate one day and the stars will align. You’ll love her and realize that is the greatest feeling in the world.”

She had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, remembering when she met Ben. Peter nodded his head in agreement, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Thanks, May,” he whispered with a tight smile, looking at his Aunt as he spoke. “It’s what I’m here for,” she joked, patting his shoulder.

“Well,” she started, letting out a sigh, “I’m heading to bed. Work killed me and it’s only 10.” Peter nodded, acknowledging her statement.

“And make sure she gets home,” she said sternly, but not harshly. “Will do, May,” he replied, “goodnight.”

“Night, Pete,” she stated as she finally went to her bedroom.

He ran a hand through his hair once again, struggling with his inner thoughts. “One day,” he muttered to himself, “one freaking day.”

Y/N moved again, rubbing her eyes as she awoke from her slumber. “Shit, I slept through the movie, didn’t I?” She asked, getting out of Peter’s arms and leaning forward on the couch.

He chuckled, trying to forget everything he just spoke about, “yeah. You really missed out. Keanu Reeves looked great, as always.”

She shook her head, “damn.” Her eyes met his as she snickered at the encounter. Pulling out her phone, she noticed the time. “Shit, I gotta go,” she stated as she locked her phone but held it in her hand.

He nodded his head, “right.” He stood up, her following in his footsteps. “I can stay for a little bit to help you clean up,” she directed to the mess they made, empty rappers and popcorn kernels everywhere.

“Nah, you got to get your beauty sleep,” he stated sarcastically but continued to direct her to the front door. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Walk together to school tomorrow?” She asked as she made it to her front door, opening it while looking eyes with Peter, who stood at his doorway. “Always,” he smiled, leaning against the white frame.

Y/N nodded, leaning in her own doorway, “bye Peter.” She smiled, holding tightly on the handle.

“Adios,” he replied with a smile, finally shutting the door. Y/N did the same, brushing her teeth then going straight to bed.

She drifted off into a deep slumber as the moonlight illuminated her room and the sound of cars was still noticeable every now and then.

The next day, she woke up bright and early to get ready for school. She left her home and met up with Peter in the hallway and a couple train stops later, they made it to Midtown.

“And Ned broke the whole thing,” Peter explained, making Y/N laugh as he held the school door open for her. “Of course he did,” she giggled as the bell rang.

“Right on time,” he stated, walking with Y/N to their first class, Chemistry. “I heard that we have a long ass assignment or something today,” she remarked, pulling at the straps of her backpack.

Peter groaned, “can Mrs. Smith ever give us a break?” Y/N shook her head, “she’s a horrid woman, I tell you.”

As teenagers rushed to get to their classes in the hall, the two friends made it to Chemistry fairly quickly. The late bell rang, the two friends seated right next to each other as always as Mrs. Smith began to explain what the students would be doing that day.

She finished the instructions and students began to open their textbooks. Y/N and Peter did the same, doing the assignment for the bulk of the class period. Being the studious teenagers they were, the pair was able to be one of the first groups to finish.

Y/N took Peter’s hand, laying it on the table before her. “Can I draw on your hand?” She asked sweetly, bored out of her mind and taking her pen as she was ready to start her masterpiece. “Yeah sure,” Peter replied, tapping away on his phone.

“You know,” he started, “you can be such a kid sometimes.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, starting to draw around his knuckles. Flowers upon flowers seemed to bloom on his hand.

One of her hands held down Peter’s as the other created the work of art. His eyes drifted from his phone to his hand, watching the beauty appearing across his skin. He had a small smile as he watched her etch the flowers upon his knuckles.

Peter’s eyes shifted to the hand that held his down. He froze, jaw slacked, and eyebrows raised. He looked between his hand and hers. Small sunflowers began to appear on her hand, the exact same that were on his own.

“Holy shit,” he spoke suddenly, shocking Y/N and causing her to leave a sharp line down his hand with her pen. ”Awe man,” she slumped her shoulders as she examined the mistake, “I really liked it.”

Her voice was filled with slight sadness at the mark, but she just shrugged, “we can fix it though. It’ll be fine.” She looked up at Peter, giving him a soft smile, but frowned when she saw his face still full of surprise.

“Pete I can just get rid of it-“ she wanted to apologize but he cut her off. “No, Y/N listen,” he laughed, but not with humor, but because this was actually happening to him.

He grabbed the hand that held his down and looked deeply into her eyes. “I-I can’t believe it,” he whispered, all of this still not settling in his brain. Y/N furrowed her brows, giving him a strange look, “what?”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled nodding towards their joined hands, “look.” Y/N’s eyes fell, examining the marks. “Oh my god, she whispered as she traced the marks on her hand with the other one.

She looked between the marks on her hand versus Peter’s, where she actually created the doodles. They were the exact same, the flowers and that stupid line where she messed up. It was all the same. She covered her mouth with the empty hand, laughing lightly.

“It’s you,” she gushed. He nodded his head, “yeah. The likelihood, huh?”

Y/N was speechless, making it so that both of her hands covered his. She bit her lip, “I had a crush on you, you know? I thought you were the cutest boy in our hall.”

At that Peter chuckled, “I’m the only other person in our entire complex who’s your age.”

Y/N hit him on the shoulder lightly, “that’s not the point.” He looked at her, letting out a sigh, “I had, or well have a crush on you too.”

He gave her a tight smile, “why does this feel so awkward?” Y/N laughed at the comment, brushing a hand through her hair as she leaned on the other.

“It’s only awkward when you say it’s awkward Pete,” she stated. He just shrugged his shoulders, taking his hands away and rubbing them together from the coldness of the classroom.

“So,” he dragged out, “d-do you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He was so nervous because of the fact that he wasn’t just asking any girl out on a date. He was asking his best friend, his soulmate.

Y/N sighed dramatically, “I don’t know, do I have to?” Her sarcastic remark made Peter smile widely.

“I’d love to,” she replied for real this time, picking up her pen. “Now,” she continued, “time to finish my art.” He smiled, watching her finish her drawing as she proceeded to doodle away, not wanting to take his eyes off her anytime soon.

Class soon ended, so the newly found soulmates had to separate. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed, but in the next period, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other.

Peter would write things on his arm for her to read, away from the flowers as he wanted to keep those for as long as he could.

Woods is falling asleep on his desk read one of the little notes, plus a drawing of a horribly drawn teacher asleep.

Y/N sat in her desk, thinking about her soulmate. Like, why did Peter get bruises and cuts all the time? And why so late at night? He wasn’t a cop, like she originally thought. Was Peter in a fight club?

No, sweet little Peter Parker could NOT be in a fight club. That’s impossible.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, Peter and Y/N seeing each other as often as possible. By the time the last bell rang, Y/N couldn’t wait to walk home with Peter. And that’s exactly what they did. This time was different though, because they weren’t deemed as best friends anymore, but as soulmates. So, they talked about their day at school, holding hands and as their shoes scratched the pavement.

After taking the subway, they arrived at their building. They stood in the apartment building’s hall, Y/N biting her lip as she debated her next moves.

“Screw it,” she whispered, grabbing Peter’s face with her hands. He looked like he was about to speak but stayed silent at the feeling of her lips on his own.

His eyes closed as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him and never wanting to let go. But there was one thought that crossed his mind. Finally, after years and years of being in love with his best friend, he was able to kiss her as his soulmate.  

It felt like Zeus was throwing lightning bolts around his body as the feeling of her feathery light lips against his rough ones made him ecstatic. She pulled away slowly, opening her eyes as she moved her hands around his neck. “S-Sorry,” she stumbled, her cheeks red.

Peter shook his head and whispered, “don’t be.” She looked deep into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips tasted like the lip balm she always uses, the taste suddenly becoming one of his favorites.

He was consumed in the warmth that was Y/N L/N, and he couldn’t get enough. But all good things must come to an end, and she pulled her lips from his.

“Walk me to school tomorrow?” She asked breathlessly with a smirk. He laughed lightly, leaning his head onto her shoulder as he did so. “Always,” he looked up at her with a smile.

He gave her a peck on the lips before she began pulling away. “See you then,” she gave a little wave as he nodded his head. She shut the door to her home, biting her lip as she walked to her room.

Peter, on the other hand ran though his apartment door, slamming the door shut in search of his Aunt.

“May,” he shouted as he ran around, looking for the Italian woman. She stood in the kitchen and looked at him with an amused look of confusion. “Woah, easy there. What’s up?” She asked, taking note of the starstruck look on his face.

“I-I found my soulmate,” he beamed as he dropped his backpack onto the tile floor. Her eyes widened as she stopped washing the dishes.

She ran and hugged him, “oh my god, that’s amazing! What’s her name? When can I meet her?” She pressed with questions as she pulled away to look at her nephew. He chuckled lightly, moving his hands to hold her back.

“You won’t believe it,” he grinned, shaking his head as he still couldn’t believe it himself. May scrunched her brows, eyes examining his features, “what do you mean?”

“It’s Y/N,” the gaze in his eyes as he spoke was love struck, May squealing and pulling him into a tight hug yet again.

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[spideywars]

tell me the world’s alright

chapter one; new shapes 

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader 

a/n: I’m so excited to share this!! More chapters to come :)

words: 5.8k 

warnings: swearing 

summary: 

After the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren’t really as safe as you thought. Even under your father’s iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place.

-

The web fluid bubbled from the heat as you squinted down at the suit in front of you. The wires were so small and delicate you had to have stupid magnifying eye-glasses on that were heavy along the bridge of your nose. It caused your gloved finger to flick at the frame to push it back up because of how much it slid down.

“Come on,” you mumbled. Your lip was raw from biting it so much, your muscles were sore, but you were so close you could see the finish line. This was something that not even your father was able to do, with constant trial-runs and annoying training sessions that end in failures. But the answer hits you at the strangest times.

In particular, this time it was when you were eating dinner. Pepper and Tony were sat between you arguing as you sat at the end of the unnecessarily large dining room table. You picked at the last of your roasted red peppers, and just one flick of your wrist and a glance down at one pepper slipping off the plate and landing on the table, it came to you.

So now you’re here, and you won’t let either of your parents into the room. Pepper is more worried, her knocking becoming so frantic you had to yell at her to back off. You’re in a zone, another world where finally, finally you can get Peter the suit that he needs to survive anything that comes his way.

It’s one spark from the wire as you connect it to your new design when the suit came to life in color. It illuminated the room, his spider symbol in the middle shining onto the ceiling. It was brighter, everything was, something that reminded you of Black Panther’s suit, but minus the vibranium.

“Oh my god.” You had to chuckle at yourself, hands throwing the magnifying glasses onto the lab table and pushing your stool away so you could stand back and stare at your invention.

Peter can now heal ten times faster, you’ve managed to mix his DNA in with the suit to cause triple the amount of cell healing. A bullet is just a scratch, a machine gun is a bruise. Everything that can kill a human being in one go will be nothing to him.

“Y/N” It’s Tony this time, probably being forced by your mother to do the parenting now. But you’re smiling ear to ear, eyes watering with joy as you witness the thing you’ve been struggling with for months since the blip.

“Listen kid your mom is raging at me right now cause of you and I’d appreciate if you’d come out and give her some reassurance you’re all good.” You blink slowly out of your daze, now moving towards the suit again to power it off and place it on the charger.

“And uhm, if you don’t come out soon I’m blasting my way in and I’m taking the damage costs out of your bank account.”

You giggle at that, quickly fixing up the suit and cleaning up the area before rushing towards the laboratory door and unlocking it. You open it to see Tony leaning against the door frame, one of his brows immediately raising at your lab coat and gloves.

“What’s up, Einstein?” His question makes you roll your eyes, and you don’t say a word to him as you maneuver around his body to get upstairs. He’s hot on your heals though. You can just feel the irritation radiating off him.

“I don’t really appreciate the silence after you’ve just come out of my laboratory looking like you’ve just cured cancer. Mind sharing with the man paying for your equipment?” He’s on thin ice, and Tony knows how to pick and prod at your emotions until you spill the beans. But you feel like you’re floating on a cloud right now. You don’t really know what to say, who to tell.

Well, you know exactly who you’re going to tell. But that person isn’t present at the moment. He’s probably studying for a biology quiz or swinging across the city.

“I-I just need time to think.” You say without faltering your steps up the stairs and towards the kitchen where you see your mother gathering dishes and placing them in the dishwasher.

“That’s great, wonderful.” The sarcasm is dripping from your father’s mouth, but that’s the usual. You ignore it easily, moving towards the trash can near the dishwasher to throw your gloves inside just so Pepper can see you have finally exited your little cave.

“Jesus, finally.” Pepper breaths out as she drops one of the plates a little too roughly into the wrack before maneuvering around it to give you a hug. It’s a short pulse before she’s putting you at arm’s length to give you that disturbing stare where she looks inside you and at your soul. It makes you shiver, and you prepare for what’s bound to happen next.

“You scared me by just getting up and leaving like that. Especially going downstairs to lock yourself in that lab.” She shakes you a bit, and you place your hands onto her own that are squeezing at your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“It better not be anything to do with Parker and that damn suit. I told you I would handle that.” Tony cuts you off, and that throws you off completely. Well, not completely. You know your father doesn’t like you involved with his…other work. But Peter was your best friend and someone that you couldn’t risk losing.

After the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren’t really as safe as you thought. Even under your father’s iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place.

You needed to step in.

“Dad, you know I can’t just back off from this…” You glare at him over Pepper’s shoulder. He glared back with just as much force.

“It’s easy, especially when you have school and work and friends to hang out with. You have something called a life and this,” he motions with his hands towards you and your lab coat, “is not your life.”

That makes your jaw clench. He doesn’t really have the right to own your life. But apparently, since he owns basically everything in the world, he’s entitled to own you too.

“God, I’m not one of your toys. You can’t just program me to do what you want, not this time.” You throw your hands in the air and shift out of your mother’s hold. Pepper looks upset, torn between the fight with her brows furrowed and lips tight.

“Oh don’t bring out the ownership card again Y/N Stark. You know the only reason I’m doing this is to-”

“Protect me!” You yell, stopping your stomp out of the kitchen to twirl around and point an accusing finger right at your father’s reactor. He blinks at you, surprised but still showing the sparks of anger flowing through him.

You don’t allow him to speak again. You’re grabbing your coat and shuffling on your shoes before he can even blurt out another snarky remark.

“Y/N,” it’s Pepper this time, eyes wide and concerned as she rushes into the front hallway where you stood with the front door slightly ajar. You halt in the middle of your exit to stare back at her, listening.

“If you’re going to him, please, just be careful. Call me.”

That’s enough to make you nod with the smallest smile before you slip out and slam the door behind you.

-

You could’ve taken the car to Peter’s house. But grabbing the keys would’ve started another argument on top of the one you and your father were already having, so you settled for the bus pass you had still stuffed in the pocket of your coat.

It was nice for a change too, to see the world around you without focusing on the road and bad drivers. Everything kind of passed by you in a blur, and now you can sit with your forehead smooshed against the glass of the bus as you travel to the apartment you know all too well.

The next stop echoes throughout the speakers in the almost empty bus. You gather yourself up to walk towards the door. The driver waves his hand as a goodbye before you step off into the night once again, but this time in front of your best friend’s apartment.

It’s dark and gloomy with the constant police sirens blaring in the distance. You always blink up at the night sky, just to see if you could catch the blur of a red and blue suit or the remnants of webs along the building walls. Nothing tonight, maybe he was too caught up on homework.

It’s only five long strides before you’re inside the building. You hated the look of it every time, but it was almost soothing. A home away from home. It was a breath of fresh air from the million-dollar technology and new-world atmosphere that you were surrounded by because of your father. This reminded you of reality, a normal person’s life.

Maybe May would be home, she should be with how late it is. But she works late a lot and sometimes spends…quality time with Happy at his house.

You don’t judge, Happy deserves a beautiful and kind person like her.

The elevator dings as it opens and you make your way inside, the world being pressed on fast forward as you zone out. When you have to lift your hand to knock on the door you feel yourself coming back down to Earth.

You hear footsteps, and now May is opening the door in Spider-Man pj’s. Of course.

She looked annoyed, but it quickly turned into the softest smile as she looked you in the eyes. It’s not rare for you to come at this time of night, and all she does is nod her head into the direction of the man you’re looking for.

“Guess you can’t climb up the side of the building and into Peter’s room, can you?” She makes that joke almost every time, and, of course, you laugh at it no matter how many times you hear it. Your giggles make her smile grow a little wider, and the two wrinkles at the sides of her eyes turn to four with happiness.

“Peter wouldn’t mind me as his sidekick.” You joke, waiting for her to open the door wider and do her little nod. She does it almost on queue, and you smile before giving her a side-hug and a wet smooch on the cheek.

As you make your way towards the bedroom door with a chemistry poster taped onto the front of it, you can see the glooming light of his iron spider suit charging on its dock. You remembered watching your father make that, having a laugh when it malfunctioned and made the little arms come retracting out from the back of it to strike the tables, denting them and making Pepper severely annoyed.

It was such good times, such good inventions. But those were all the memories made by Tony. Why couldn’t you be the next Tony Stark?

“Peter?” You knock lightly, grabbing at the knob and pushing it slightly until you were looking into your friend’s room. It was clean, usually that way because of how much of a nerd Peter was about cleanliness, but you could still see the walls covered in trails of newspapers and red strings, photographs of missing people and all-too-familiar evil faces. It was a neat mess, and that’s the best way you could describe it.

Peter was sat at his desk, and he whipped around in the office chair. He smiled, that same soft smile May gave you, always welcoming. There is pen and highlighter ink all over his wrists and hands, and you sneak a look to see that you were very correct. Biology quiz and he’s apparently on question ten.

“Seem’s like you’ve been busy. Set the suit aside for the night?” Peter chuckled at your observation, his eyes flickering to his closet where his other suit was hung neatly on its own special hanger. Curtesy of May.

“May saw my marks last term, she would kill me if I didn’t pass this year. I don’t need to be pushed back another year, the blip already did that for me.” He scratched at his head, which he always did when he was nervous. He never fails to do it around you, you’ve noticed.

“You seem to forget you’re not the only hero in the world, I’m sure Queen’s can handle a night without The Spider crawling around.” He rolls his eyes at the nickname, moving to return to his work that you know he won’t do while you’re around. He just taps the end of his pen on his notebook, chewing on his lip and staring up at his collection of newspapers.

But he seems to freeze, the pen being settled down onto his desk as he slowly turns himself back around. This time he’s in hero mode, you can tell by the glisten in his eyes, the purse of his lips and the shadow that seems to cast across his face.

God, you pay way too much attention to this boy.

“What’s wrong?” He raises a brow, brown eyes scanning the lab coat you know he notices.

You laugh almost too loudly at his concerns. How could you have thought the best way to run from your problems was to run right into a man with a spidey sense?

Your eyes meet the ceiling, trying to think of what to say. No lies will work, and beating around the bush won’t work either. You are trapped in the webs of Spider-Man once again, and all you can do is stare right back into his eyes and tell him the truth.

“I did it.” You say bluntly, shoulders dropping as if you released ten pounds off your shoulders. He looks just as more confused, now leaning his elbows onto his knees to stare into your eyes, even deeper than before. It sends shivers down your spine, but you continue.

“You know how we wanted to figure out how to heal you faster? Like you had bulletproof skin? Well, I figured out how to connect your DNA cells with the suit…they are completely compatible and I scanned everything, checked my blueprints, did tests on the suit and…Pete, I think I did it.”

Your smile is wide, hands high in the air and body feeling like it’s on cloud nine. But your mood drops drastically, just like at your house, when you see Peter’s face fall and eyes sadden.

“What?” Your tone is snippy, but you’re tired. You thought out of everyone, Peter would be by your side in this. That’s why you came here in the first place, to feel like you actually succeeded.

But Tony has a tight grip on Spider-Man and has been warning Peter about your plans. That can be the only explanation with your friend’s reaction.

Your blood boils.

“Y/N this is dangerous stuff you’re getting yourself into…” before Peter even finished his sentence you were standing up and shaking your head, a loud and frustrated huff passing your lips.

“You seem to forget my own father is Tony Stark aka Iron Man, one of the leaders of The Avengers who has created the most dangerous and successful high-tech weaponry for the United States.” You turn sharply on your heals to glare at your friend, but Peter doesn’t look fazed at all.

But he also isn’t looking at you, his eyes staring down at the ground so deeply it’s almost like he could break the floorboards with the gaze alone.

“Which means he has his enemies. Probably more than any of The Avengers combined.” Peter stands up, and he’s towering over you, finally meeting your eyes. They aren’t angry, but more sympathetic.

But the last thing you need is sympathy right now.

“I did this for you.” You growl out, pointing your finger into his chest, rough enough to push him back the slightest bit. It’s funny because you knew that would’ve done nothing to him, but Peter Parker has his guard down completely with you.

He’s not looking at you again and it looks like he is fighting something. A battle is going down in his mind, and you can only imagine what Tony said to him to make him feel like this.

And you didn’t think you could get any angrier at your father.

“What did he say to you?” Your voice is wobbly now. You can feel the tough-girl shield you had surrounded yourself in flicker away and weaken. You’ve been able to hold it all in for a year now, but your weakness is standing right in front of you.

“I-”

“What did he say to you, Pete?” You cut him off, voice growing louder. You know May is bound to hear you both soon and that’s going to be another mess in itself. She’ll probably sit you both down on the sofa to ‘talk it out.’ Oh god, she may even call Happy.

“He said enough to make me worried about your safety, Y/N. If you dive too deep into my life you’re gonna get hurt and everything is still on high alert after Thanos.”

“Which is a perfectly good reason to have this suit!” You retaliate. You try to keep your voice quiet, keeping an eye on the bottom of the door to watch for the shadow of May’s footsteps.

“They’re gonna find out how much you’re doing for weaponry, what you’re inventing for Tony and being in his place.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him to stare out his bedroom window, glaring down at the city below. He keeps talking.

“They know he’s your weakness, they know you’re my friend. God, you’re lucky people haven’t kidnapped you simply because you’re Tony Stark’s daughter. But now you’re not only that but an inventor of something that could heal people?”

You feel his presence grow closer behind you, and now his face is in the reflection of the window, still sympathetic.

“It can’t heal everyone, I haven’t gotten that far yet.” You mumble under your breath, meeting his eyes through the glass.

“And you won’t.” He replies, and that’s where the conversation ends for you. Peter has picked his side, and that’s all the information you need.

He won’t just let you leave though, and you know this as you take your first step towards his bedroom door. His body steps in front of you, hands coming out to lightly touch your upper arms. You shake him off, shoving past him and stomping your way to the door.

“Y/N.” He huffs out, and you flinch when a web shoots out and sticks to the doorknob before you can grab at it. The door won’t budge, you know how strong that web formula is.

“Don’t leave like this.” You’ve never heard Peter’s voice sound so small before, like a kicked puppy that’s whimpering behind you. You refuse to turn around though, knowing how easily you will cave in if you look into his eyes. You’re a stubborn girl. Pepper said its genetics that made you this solid with your decisions.

“I just want support. You’ve always been on my side through everything.” Your bottom lip wobbles, threatening your walls to break. You start to scan your surroundings, there has to be something in here that can unstick his webs.

“I know you don’t see it, but this is still me being on your side.” He sighs loudly, and you can just tell he’s scratching at his head again. “I just want you alive. You know how close of a call it was with your dad…how much it crushed us all while he was recovering. We can’t go through this again.”

You close your eyes tightly, flashbacks rotating rapidly throughout your mind. So fast as if the damns broke. There are memories of Tony laid out on the special hospital bed in the room made into your house. Half his body being nothing but burns and dead muscle. The way he looked into your eyes and told you this may be it, that you need to take care of Peter and Pepper. The way you sobbed, how hard you cried into Peter’s arms. The way you came back to a ruined world, five years went by and no memory of it.

“You won’t.” That’s all you could say, and you knew if you said anything more you would crumble. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let Peter see you like that again, so vulnerable.

“… at least let me swing you home.” Peter was now beside you, forcing you to look at him. You just knew he could feel your pain, no matter how many concrete walls you built around yourself. You liked to think you were invincible at least.

“I need time to-”

“Y/N.” He interrupts, and you could feel your last shield throwing itself down. Nothing was left between him and your heart.

You nodded silently, allowing him to shuffle on his suit and hoist you up onto his back. You had to admit, you really did like when he took you on swings around the city. Of course, you weren’t scared of heights, you kind of weren’t allowed to since your father went on so many private planes and took you and Pepper on so many vacations. This was just another exhilarating adventure high in the sky, but with just a little more of a breeze on your cheeks.

- 

He lands on your balcony perfectly, having done it many times before. You can tell your cheeks are red from the cold, and they feel numb as you climb off Peter’s spandex-covered back. You don’t say anything, awkwardly opening your room and clicking on the lights.

He’s still there, mask still on as he stands on the balcony right outside your doors as if he wasn’t allowed in. It almost made you laugh, but you remind yourself you’re mad at him.

You can’t help but give him the smallest smile, gesturing to let him know that he’s allowed to come inside. You can’t help but want to challenge yourself, maybe you could get him to rethink his place in all this, maybe even get him to try on the suit and do a test.

He steps in and waits for you to turn on the darkened setting on the windows from your tablet. He takes off his mask with a huff, hair tangled as usual but easily fixed with a soft swipe of his hand through it.

There’s an awkward silence filled with tension, and you hate it more than anything.

“You know, the suit feels less suffocating now that I’ve gathered lighter materials and technology to fit into it.” You throw him a bone, giving him a sly smile from where you’re hiding behind your tablet as you pretend to search for something.

He just blinks at you, not impressed.

Strike one, but you keep trying.

“It’s got about a hundred new web-shooters compared to the last one.” You set the tablet down, staring at him with wide eyes as if they would hypnotize him and change his mind.

His eyes widen about, but he shakes his head with a huff.

“On top of the already 500 web-shooters stored in there? My head is gonna explode.” That makes you laugh, your body rocking over until you’re kneeling on top of your bed. You crawl towards him and swipe the mask from his hands, running your fingers across the stretchy material and bumps from the web-like stitches.

“You’ve got way better senses than any average human, you can handle a thousand and probably more, but I can’t make up that much different designs yet.” You thumb at the eyes, staring into the plastic eyes.

“I should probably get going, Y/N. Cause, you know, the biology quiz.” He points a thumb behind him towards the balcony, and that’s strike two.

You don’t have much time left, and all you can do now is hold as tightly onto his mask as possible and bolt up from your bed.

“What-what are you doing?” He snorts out a loud laugh when you dangle the mask in front of you from the other side of the room. It is funny to him to see an intelligent being like you thinking they can beat a superhero like him.

“Come on, I need to go. It’s on you if I fail.” He walks forward, one hand coming up to whip out and grab his mask. But he’s not trying, and you easily slip past him and run towards your balcony. You close the doors in front of you, now standing outside and allowing the breeze to coldly cover your body.

You can hear Peter jog over and see his gloved hands touch the glass. The windows are still darkened from the setting you put it on, and all you make out is his silhouette.

“Try the suit on.” You say, loud enough for him to hear from the crack in between the doors. You hold the mask tighter, arms wrapping around it and hugging it into your chest. This is strike three, and you just want him to move past those Tony Stark obstacles in his mind and realize everything is going to be okay.

The doorknob wiggles, then slowly opened until you’re face to face with him. Peter’s eyes soft-always soft-as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay.” He says, and he looks caved-in with weakness. All the energy is taken out of him, surrendering the battle inside his brain. He knows nothing is going to hurt him, that you’re here to help him navigate through this world full of loss.

That makes you smile, your arms coming out to pull Peter in for a quick and tight hug before you grab his hand and rush towards your bedroom door. He shoots a web out to your balcony doors, closing them shut behind you both so unwanted visitors don’t come in. You thank him in your head since there was no time to waste.

Tony and Pepper were still home, but lights were dim and the house was silent. They were either in bed, the living room, or garage. For Tony, the garage sounded more like him. Which made things slightly easier and less worrying if you made some noise.

But now it was the task of getting through Tony’s security and the many cameras and scanners he had littered around your house. The man was paranoid and had every right to be.

Luckily, you were Tony Stark’s daughter, and just as smart and ready for a challenge as him. Plus, if you knew how to make a super healing suit, you definitely knew how to disable a silly little security system.

“You know stealth mode, use it.” You whisper behind him, and Peter rolls his eyes, reluctantly following behind you. He’s like a feather, and it’s really only yourself that you hear with your shoes still on your feet, trying to avoid every loose floorboard and squeak of the bottom of your shoes.

You both make it down the stairs and snake your way through the hallways. You can hear the tv faintly from the living room, some cooking show being played. Pepper, of course.

The basement door is in view, and you take a long stride to the door, hand slowly moving to type in the disabled code to the basement before you rush inside, keeping the door open to let Peter in before you close it behind you both.

You use the second security system inside to lock it behind you, and now you can breathe.

Peter only laughs, but its a nervous one as he descends the stairs in pitch darkness. You don’t worry too much, you know he can see way better than you can.

One last double check is made on the security system before you turn on the lights, allowing the laboratory to be illuminated. You have to squint your eyes at first, adjusting to the light before they land on Peter who is now standing in front of your invention and his newest suit.

He looks in shock, and you quickly rush down the stairs in excitement.

“Thoughts?” You gush out as you gather things for the test, grabbing at a remote and letting glass separating another room from you both open up.

You don’t receive an answer, but you instead sneer at Peter’s wide eyes and open mouth, a hand slowly moving towards the suit as if it was going to come out and bite him. When he did make contact with it, his fingers caressed the material, smoothing down the slight wrinkles in the fabric as he ran them down the chest and arms.

“Try it on.” You say, not caring that your friend was speechless. It was more a compliment towards you and your hard work. You basked in the pride that bulbed up in your body. You needed this.

“I-” He cut himself off, stepping back from the suit and finally meeting your eyes. That battle wasn’t totally over like you thought, and Peter’s eyes flickered nervously around the room.

“Please.” You don’t let him think, quickly grabbing the suit off the charger to throw into his arms. He seemed surprised by the lightness of it and gave it one last look, hesitating, but he was already walking towards the corner of the room.

You knew the drill, so you turned around to give him a small bit of privacy. You needed to set up some sensors and other equipment anyways.

There weren’t any doubts in your mind that this test-run wouldn’t work, from the way everything was compatible and successful with the data you collected and the tech tests you did on your own, you felt confident that this was going to be a breakthrough in your life, and obviously Peter’s.

“Where do you want me?” Peter asked, moving towards the room that was now accessible.

You couldn’t help but stare, almost tearing up with how good the suit looked. It wasn’t too different. It had the same fitted frame, red and blue and the smallest bit of blue embedded into the web design. His eyes were mechanical and had motion sensors just like the one he has now. So very similar, but so very different and the bad guys won’t even see it coming.

“Just over there. There should be an ‘X’ on the floor that I’ve taped down.” You point to where you need him, and he quickly steps towards it and stands where you asked. He’s fidgeting and not able to stay still, his knees bopping around and feet shifting. Still so on-edge.

You feel bad, and it doesn’t really calm him down when you start hooking him up to machines and typing away on computers nearby. His spider eyes never leave your form, always observing as you do your finishing touches. You need to move faster than you would like to, but this doesn’t have to be the last test-run.

“Alright, this is just going to be quick, something small that doesn’t freak you out too much.” You move back to the other room, grabbing at a knife from one of the drawers in the lab tables. Peter stiffens, and you can’t help but snort.

“Woah there,” Peter takes the smallest step back, making some of the sensors get caught off guard by his sudden movements. You don’t worry too much about that, they’ll regenerate themselves.

“I’m not gonna stab your heart out, Parker, just give me your hand.” You’re stood in front of him, making sure he is back on top of the 'X’ on the floor before you take his hand in yours. The fabric of the suit is cool to the touch, and his hands twitch in your palm, awaiting whatever comes next.

It’s funny, this boy has had bombs thrown at him, machine guns attempt to shred him apart, and too many close calls with alien devices no one can even identify…but he is still scared of his best friend holding a knife in front of him.

Your hand tightens around the handle, and quickly, before there is too much thinking again, your hand swipe’s down, cutting a thick stripe down his palm.

You both would’ve missed it if you were looking away for just a couple of seconds. Because before you even took the blade off Peter’s skin, it was healing, and by the time you had your hand to the floor, nothing was there. The suit wasn’t even ripped, the cells inside it multiplying and reconstructing themselves until nothing was ever done in the first place.

“Holy shit,” Peter speaks. His voice is wobbly, spider eyes shrinking and widening rapidly as he examines his hand. He balls it up into a fist, shakes it out, and you can tell he doesn’t feel any pain.

“What did it feel like?” You ask anyways, spinning on your heals and rushing towards the equipment to save the data for later. You take a quick glance at each one, and smile at the green word spelling 'success’ displayed on each one.

“It felt like…nothing…maybe a pinch?” Peter takes off the mask, still glaring at his hand in shock.

“That’s good. That’s really good.” You’re smiling from ear to ear, now standing in front of him again. It’s strange how fast the awkwardness clouds over the atmosphere again. You both know the unsolved problem still hanging in the air.

“You really did it, Y/N.” Peter mumbles, but it doesn’t sound happy. God, it sounds almost mournful. It sends your emotions plummeting again.

“I did, and you can use this to stay alive and healthy now. To fight crimes of all kinds.” You say, trying to hold back the frustrated tears building up in your eyes. You just want to scream. You really thought this would win him over.

Peter just shakes his head, not meeting your eyes as he starts to undress the suit.

You don’t watch him as he maneuvers behind you back to the other side of the room. You just blink at the walls, bottom lip wobbling, hands tightening to fists at your sides.

“I really need to get-”

“Just go, Peter.” Your voice is hard, no emotion in your tone. You don’t look at him as you rush up the stairs and turn on all the security but the back door, still in the right mind to let him sneak out.

You can hear him calling your name, but there’s not much he can do when you open the basement door, rushing out and back up the stairs to your own room. He knows the way out, and who knows, maybe he will say hi to your father on the way out since they’re apparently way better friends.

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Chris Halliwell x OC imagine: Oh, The Pain (part 4/4)

(set in mid 2025.

power/s: telekinesis, umbrakinesis, healing)

Valerie sauntered back into the sunroom, not sparing Coop a glance. "PJ, what do you hate more; hunting in packs or the empousai?

"These are creatures straight out of Greek myth, after all. Hunting them into extinction would improve the image of all wraiths, you in particular, even though it would take plenty of time and plentier casualties."

The horrid face of the three-legged amalgamation twisted in a snarl.

Valerie bared her own teeth in a grin. "A wraith and an empousa share the body of a Cupid-Witch. Sounds like the start of a joke."

"She will tear both of your covens apart!"

"You can do better than that." With a dip of her chin, Valerie pinned PJ's upper body to the floor, and suspended her feet in mid-air. Something like a whimper slipped through PJ's lips. "PJ could, anyw—"

Then something banged Valerie's head against the tiled floor.

She blinked away the spots in her vision and managed to see a male hand wearing a pink ring remove the crystals. 

Uncle Coop's face was turning darker and see-through. He moved as if he didn't know whether to keep his distance from PJ or be as close as possible.

Valerie pushed herself to her feet, in time for the wraith-empousa to burst into motion and shove her through a colored window into the garden. Her clawed hands tightened around Valerie's throat, her paw and hoof pinning her feet down. PJ buried her copper leg into Valerie's stomach, laughing gleefully at the blood that burst out.

Valerie was dimly aware of her name being called, followed by the sounds of fighting inside. As a wraith (or something close enough, anyway), Uncle Coop could turn everyone against each other by getting in their minds. If Aunt Piper could freeze him, then they might stand a chance. Wyatt only learned to project memories minutes ago, so he was still susceptible to the mind games. Chris always had a mental shield raised, but couldn't singlehandedly extend it to—

PJ twisted her foot, laughing and hissing with delight over the choking and gasping noises Valerie was making. "Ashthorn blood..."

Valerie's shadows hesitated to heal her. The tang of metal filled her mouth, and a fire that wasn't there burned her body from her limbs inward. Every inhale shredded her windpipe and erased almost all cohesive thought from her mind.

"Chris..." she rasped. For a small second, hearing his name made the pain go away. "Chris!" 

His blood went cold. As if with a mind of its own, Chris's telekinesis crushed PJ's waist, enough to break her focus, and pulled her away from the bleeding Valerie, right into Uncle Coop as he stumbled within range. Chris extended both hands, pinning his cousin and uncle against opposing walls of the room, hardly noticing what else they broke along the way.

He nearly removed the garden doors off its hinges trying to reach Valerie. 

Her eyes were darting aimlessly, her chest rising and falling too quickly as the hole in her stomach kept spurting blood. "Ree? Ree! Valerie, stay awake. I got you."

His hearing perked up at every sound of pain she made as he gathered her into his arms and stood. "Your writing, Ree, tell me about your writing. Come on."

PJ and Uncle Coop were frozen. His mom had her arms outstretched, ready.

"Go to the living room, Chris. Wyatt's healing Dad there."

"You'll be alright?" 

She gave him a look. 

"Stop..." Valerie choked on the word. She must be reliving the pain. Chris moved carefully, hurriedly.

"I stopped... writing.." 

Valerie passed out before they could reach the living room. 

~

After checking on his uncle, Wyatt returned to the living room. Valerie's face already showed more color, and a third of her stomach was restored under Chris's steady hands. 

Wyatt muttered. "Turns out, PJ got to Uncle Coop while he and dad were reading Valerie's journals. Aunt Phoebe and the girls got the wraith out of him in time."

"PJ?"

"I took her to the attic and put her in an orb shield. Mom's going up as soon as she's done glamouring the damage."

They both look toward the sunroom, where Piper stood before the window that PJ and Valerie flew through. Chris's breath stumbled, and he looked back. "Her shadows were slow to heal her, so I triggered her water magic. Uncle Coop stabbed her in the side, and part of her spine was dislocated when it hit the window, but she's fine now."

Wyatt blinked, not only at the injuries Valerie sustained but at the tension still lining Chris's body. "What is it?"

"... She said she stopped writing."

The floor swayed slightly beneath Wyatt. "What? That's impossible. How...?"

"I don't know." Chris paused from healing, rubbing his hands on his face with a sigh. "I don't like not knowing."

This was no time to poke fun at what was going on between them. Chris needed silence to think, and as long as Valerie was with him, whatever state she was in, he could think rationally. Wyatt gripped his little brother's shoulder and walked away. "Tell me when she wakes up." 

Valerie waited until the footsteps completely faded to mutter. "You won't."

Chris's head whirled towards her, then his shoulders slackened. "Don't use your reverse psychology on me."

She chuckled, but pain shot through her stomach all the way up to her throat, choking her. Chris's hands already hovered and glowed above her. "Where?"

He followed where her hands led, and she kept quiet. To help quicken the healing, and to focus on the thin net of shadow magic she spread in all directions.

Chris glared at her, sensing it. "Stop that."

She did, partly because he continued. "Peyton and Parker aren't upset. In fact, they want to apologize."

Valerie laughed breathlessly.

"Yes, I told them how stupid they were being."

She managed to open her eyes and look at him. "Neurotic Evermore."

The corner of his lips lifted, and her heart pounded a little louder. Damn, she missed him. 

"I want to ask you a question about Michael, if that's alright."

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